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kaisworlds · 8 months

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hey don’t know if you still take requests or not but if so can i request a ftm zoro x male reader

scenario: everyone is still at water 7 after saving robin(when zoro becomes “big brother”) and zoro and reader are doing chores and the reader thinks zoro would be a good parent/male-mom and after there done the reader cooks for him since sanji is still out and things get heated and ends up in smut

kinks: choking, spanking(in backshots) feminization, and breeding

p.s you can take your time i’m in no rush and i understand if you don’t wanna do it

-🦉anon

w 🦉anon idea

i've staring at this since i got it bro and my mind has been blank help plus excuse if some details are fucked i havent watched that arc in a hot minute btw ooc zoro maybe

im so sorry aabt the fact it came out this late owl pookie

cw: sub bottom ftm character x top dom male reader, feminization, spanking, choking

it all started when zoro somehow got roped into baby sitting 3 babies and you bumped into him as he was trying to hide from sanji

after a day of hard work finally putting the kids to bed walking back to the ship you look at the sky before speaking "you know you'd make a good parent zoro..." his brain shuts down stammering out a quiet thank you mind immediately going towards how you would treat him if he was the parent to your kids, would you let him go work or would you tell him to stay home to take care of the baby, how would you act with the kids would you feed them or would you help him feed them, your hands slowly traveling to his front cupping his chest, thumb rolling over his nipple as he leans his back against your chest as you slowly squeeze watching the milk trickle down into the cup you were holding, or would you turn him over and suck on his aching nipp-

walking around admiring the clean water floating between the buildings snapping back into reality once you see a tan guy hiding against the wall with familiar green hair "zoro..." eyes trailing down his body to the tight yellow crop top wrapped around his chest finally noticing the babies in a blanket tied to his front "who....who's children are those?" zoro's face flashed as he panicked a bit in his mind not wanting anyone to see him in this outfit especially his crush "hey you cant say anything about this too shitty brows okay" silently agreeing you decide to help him, cooing the babies as they wake up crying slightly crouched over to get onto eye level with them (indirectly staring at his chest). zoro blushed looking away eyes widening as he makes eye contact with robin in the distance watching her snicker as she walks away before he can explain.

"zoro are you okay? you've been really quiet" your voice snapping him out of his day dream as he nods walking a bit faster finally reaching the ship immediately going to his room shutting the door.

after a work out session zoro peeks into the kitchen watching as you cut up vegetables adding it into the stew you're brewing, without looking up you speak "you want some?" flustered that you caught him staring "y-yeah.....shitty cook not back yet or something?" he silently cursed him self for stuttering "mhmm no ones here yet...just us" still not looking at him you grab bowls dishing him some food before setting it on the table sitting down across from him while he eats "this is good..." "thank you"

with each sentence more and more embarrassment sunk into him he didnt even notice how you had stood up and sat next to him in the middle of your speech, head snapping towards you as you run your hand through his hair "not that i mind when youre so pretty..."

the silence consumes the room as he just feels your stare on his face while he refuses to meet your gaze. you dont speak until he finished his food "do you think im stupid?" his eyes widen, did he do something to offend you? he quickly answers shaking his head no. "well you must be stupid then if you really think i wouldnt notice" having a good feeling of what you were talking about but he decides to stick to his story "notice what..." smirking you lean forward arms resting on the table "i noticed a lot actually.... like how you practically turn into a fucking school girl with a crush on a teacher whenever we're alone, or how earlier today whenever i was with the kids i saw how you'd look at me, eyes all dazed, or how when i commented on how you'd be a great parent your entire body flushed, you walked in silence with me for almost 30 minutes, face getting redder with each passing minute, i could see you rubbing your thighs together when we stopped to pick up ingredients, and if that wasnt enough, the way you ran to your room as soon as you stepped foot in here."

his back arches up off the bed his nipples hardening under the white tank top eyes clenched tightly as his moans come out rough with a dazed look in his face.

zoro lets out an almost unnoticeable whine leaning into your touch "please..." tugging softly making his head tilt back "please what?" he huffs realizing you're gonna make him say it he takes things into his own hands, cupping your face pulling you into a kiss, grunting as you tighten the grip on his hair pulling him a few centimeters back, lips hovering over his "didnt know you were so desperate princess" zoro grumbles under his breath " 's cause youre teasing me too much just kiss me dumbass" you lean toward him, smiling against his lips, hand gripping his thigh the other holding his cheek "wanna go to my room?" he immediately nods standing up scrambling to the room as you follow him, he rests on the edge on the bed looking up at you, his eyes practically have hearts in them as he runs his hands up your shirt pushing it higher so he can lay soft kisses along the hair trail leading down. you unbuckle your belt tossing it to the side stepping out of your pants watching as he does the same, leaning down you kiss him pushing him back onto the bed, taking note of how his legs wrap around you tighter as your hand ghosts his neck, slightly choking him to see what he does he murmurs out a soft "harder" as he tries to rut his covered cunt up into your hardening dick, the friction of your boxers rubbing aginst his clit makes him let out soft grunts, silently obliging to his wishes you tightly wrap your hand around his neck watching for discomfort before grinding down into him

sliding your hand down his underwear,the back of your hand touching the wet spot against the fabric "jesus i barely did anything and youre already looking like this" smirking at him as the irritated look on his face grows, it went as soon as it came though once he felt the pad of your thumb pressing against his clit slowly rubbing circles as you push your middle finger into him

he stops you gripping your hand trying to speak through the lack of oxygen "al-ready...just put i-t in"

a smirk washes over your face before flipping him onto his stomach pulling his ass up and slowly pushing your self in eyes widening as he slams his hips back into you a moan slipping through his lips before a small yelp as he feels the smack against his ass "did i say you can move huh?" he turns back to look at you, slowly shaking his head trying to apologize before he feels you pull out all the way just to slam back in, the force making him hunch over head pressing deep into the pillows biting his lip when he feels your hand roughly grip his hair pulling him back so your chest is flush with his back, his hand resting on his lower stomach where he feels your dick making space for itself inside of him.

"you wanna be my housewife hmm zoro? wanna carry my fucking kids for me fuck you'll make a great fucking mother" tears start brimming at his eyes when he feels your hand leaning forward to rub his clit, your movements hault making him almost sob asking why "you didn't answer my question zoro..." punctuating your sentence with a thrust, tears finally streaming down his face as he grabs your forearm nodding "please god yes i-i'll be your fu-ucking house wife if you just move"

smiling you grant his wish restarting your brutal pace praising him watching as his body flops forward, he rests on his forearms as his thighs shake almost no sound coming from him as he bites into the sheets "i wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make before i fill you up" he immediately spits out the blanket loud sobs coming from him "c-close so- clo-se" you feel his walls clamping down on you trying to milk you as you keep thrusting into him, he starts wailing, overstimulation making his drunk on your cock.

"so fucking good for me zoro im- fuck im close okay?" zoro nods tiredly "in-inside please..." he murmurs out before he feels your warm cum filling him up listening to your grunts and savoring the last few pumps before he feels you pull out slowly and lay next to him as he rolls onto his stomach carefully "pillow..." he says quietly " excuse me?" you say raising your eyebrow at him "i want to...keep it inside....give the pillow" slowly nodding you hand him the pillow watching as he pushes the pillow under his lower back

just as a happy comfortable silence consumes room zoro hears your voice

"your know i didnt take you for someone with a breeding kink..." "shut up." "but-" "shhhh." "zoro i-" "dont bring it up unless youre gonna do it again." "who said i wouldnt

#dom male reader #top male reader #amab reader #kai writes👽#zoro x male reader #bottom zoro #sub zoro #ftm zoro #sub one piece #bottom one piece #🦉anon

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sopiao · 7 months

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hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))

can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???

-🧸

YEAH YEAH YEAH

dw pookies, i’ll always be ok writing for yall!!!

i’ve seen so many of these n there so creative 😭😭

this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.

(using my callsign again :3 ‘Shark’)

Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.

Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly he’s actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.

—

It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was König’s misfortune to be Shark’s victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.

“Punch you in the face, elbow you in the face” You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.

“Neck slice!” You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All König does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.

—

Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and it’ll be fun to listen to each others’ music while on mission or during training.

It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Shark’s was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.

“My d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very big” It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.

(Big Dick by Little Big)

—

Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. König behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Shark’s eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.

Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.

“What is it?” Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.

“You wouldn’t get it” They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.

“Remind me not to let them be lead again” Price muttered.

—

“Are you sure this is 100% safe to drink?” Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in it’s toxic fumes.

“I’m pretty sure this stuff is radioactive” Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.

“I’m sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of this” Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.

“You guys are being dramatic” Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.

“I don’t think zis is a good idea” König looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.

It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.

They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasn’t like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).

After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.

It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.

They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.

—

Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gaz’s barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.

“Gaz, have ya’ seen Shark anywhere?” Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark that’s been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes he’s been searching.

Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.

“Ehh.. No?” He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.

“Al’right, champ. Thanks” He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.

—

Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.

“Aww. Thanks, kid! You didn’t have to” He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isn’t coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.

“Didn’t know we had tea. What kind did you make?” He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.

“Tea?”

“What— What are you drinking?” He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.

“Oh. I just boiled a can of Red Bull”.

“What—“.

“What”.

—

Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.

“We need a new knife”.

—

Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soap’s barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.

Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.

“What’re ya’ doin’ so late at night?” He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldn’t turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.

“What are ya’ doing?” He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldn’t face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.

“What”.

A couple minutes later he’s laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.

—

Visiting Shark’s home while they’re on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porch—Shark’s casted leg up on a stool— and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.

Gaz and König were playing and messing around with the farm animals, König’s was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.

König was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.

“NO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCE” Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.

“Oh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!”

(Yes, I know he’s not german).

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ryomens-vixen · 5 months

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Snakebites

Contains: Angst, NSFW, aftercare, hurt feelings, drug use, alcohol use. If I'm missing any lmk

Author's note: This is based on a dream I had of Gojo recently so don't hurt me in the comments ❤

Word count: it's a joke at this point pookie. 🤦🏾‍♀️

"She made me want to plan out my last days on earth here with her.."

"And on that day..."

"Where I, Satoru Gojo—"

"I thought to myself man I screwed up big time..–"

"I was right, but I had someone waiting for me.. That was until I didn't."

"I knew Nanami would survive anything, I could survive anything."

"Yet even in what everyone thought would be my final moments, even after, you still chose him."

"Am I.. Not enough?”

“Ah— Na- nami…Daddy~”

“C'mon what the hell does he have that I don't?”

“Fuck.. So good to me”

“Goddamn it…”

Long after the Shibuya Incident, Everyone did their absolute best to go back to the way things used to be, some celebrated, some mourned over comrades, some even found their way back into the arms of another. Shoko and Meimei were reunited with their boys Nanami, Suguru, and Satoru who had given everyone the biggest heart attack of their lives, next to Nanami. It was long before the incident was forgotten about by the public. But for those that gave it their all, fought until their last breath… was more than just a memory.

The air around both of you was thick and hit with desire accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping, hoarse groans followed by heavy moaning.

Your bodies glistening with sweat— what round was it again? Three? Maybe four? You couldn't remember all you could think about was how Nanami was absolutely incredible in bed.

Bullying your g spot for another tantalizing orgasm. You're sitting on top of him back against his chest, legs over his own, your left arm reaching behind Nanami’s neck as both of you watched his cock piston in and out of your warm wet hole at a pace you couldn't be bothered to match.

The way Nanami made such passionate love to your body was a sight to behold.

Sometimes he wished he could just set up a few cameras at different angles to capture these moments together. Maybe he'd keep them to himself or maybe he'd show them off to someone whom he knows that craves your love and affection.

But none of that matters right now, All he cares about is getting another orgasm out of you and burying his seed in that sweet pussy of yours.

The way his hips moved uncontrollably you'd think he's trying to put a baby in you.. He would if you weren't on the pill that is.

That way nobody would have you, not even Satoru or Suguru. Yeah Nanami knew you were playing the field, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help being a little selfish- he just wanted to keep you barefoot and pregnant.

Pumping his thick Two toned cock in and out of your squelching pussy, mounting you with your knees pressed towards your chest, body folded in half. Sweat drips from his nose, feverishly pounding into you with the wildest expression you’ve ever seen on him, determined to make you cum.

“Nan..ami.. T- Too Much—” You were so overstimulated each time the head of his cock kissed your cervix sending a tingling sensation from your pussy up to the spine.

“You can take it baby, You can take it~ Take it for Daddy, Good- fuckin- Girl-” he emphasized with each thrust.

Meanwhile your phone on the other side of the room kept lighting up with message, after message from a certain someone.

You'll have to answer later, too busy getting the best cock of your life.

◦•●◉✿ 𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜'𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑣✿◉●•◦

[Future Wifey]

Hey, can we talk? - 3:47 pm.

Are you free tonight, maybe tomorrow? - 4:15 pm.

Look I just want to fuckin know what's going on between us I'm not getting any younger, y/n! - 4:30 pm.

I'm sorry it's just.. I don't like sharing you with anyone. I just want what we used to have. - 5:00 pm.

Hey, answer the phone. - 5:25 pm.

Are you fucking him? Seriously?! - 5:26 pm.

Y/N answer the goddamn phone.. -5:30 pm.

The more your phone buzzed with Satoru's constant calls and text messages the more Nanami fucked into you.

It was like a fun game to him, if he called, Nanami would keep fucking you into yet another orgasm, if he sends a text he'll switch positions either way you're getting taken straight to pound town and he doesn't plan on stopping until you're an incoherent mess in his arms.

What orgasm were you on? Your 5th? 6th? Even Nanami lost count and was so addicted to your gushing wet pussy it's almost like his hips wouldn't allow him to stop even if he wanted to.

TooMuchTooMuchTooM-much D-addy! Ah! The way you dug crescent moons into Nanami's back was so rewarding to him. Leaving scratch marks that drew blood was enough to make him cum.

He was a mess himself bear hugging you as he fucked into you, thrusts becoming sloppy and more off beat by the minute. SoFuckinGood so fuckin- fuck fuck fuck- c'mon cum for daddy. Cum baby. Cum. With a few more thrusts the both of you were a moaning, groaning, quivering mess. Your pussy feels full and warm with Nanami's cum leaking out.

While Nanami laid on top of you showing no signs of moving anytime soon. His cock still too sensitive to be pulled out, was still buried deep inside of you. Your breaths mixed together once your lips found each other in an embrace.

Why don't you spend the night.. Just the two of us? Before Nanami could even get an answer out of you he heard snoring. With a smile on his face he proceeded to gently pull out of you after planting a small kiss on the nape of your neck.

He's such a sweet man running a nice hot both for you after fucking you to sleep. Nanami was always the best at giving aftercare.

◦•●◉✿ 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢’𝑠 𝑃𝑜v ✿◉●•◦

Suguru had finally come back to his shared apartment with his long time best friend Satoru. After opening the door his nose was met with the smell of weed. There's no way Satoru lit one up without him; they always smoked together especially after a long day of Sorcery. Well, actually that was before the incident , but now Suguru has retired along with nanami.

Satoru on the other hand wasn't quite given the option to retire as the strongest the higher ups needed him and his power and so did his clan. But Suguru didn't expect to come home to a complete and utter mess.

Satoru sprawled out on the couch an empty bottle of sake on the coffee table, half of a blunt in his mouth, his blindfold covering his puffy red eyes as he had been crying earlier after receiving not one call or text from you in the past hour or two.

Suguru didn't say a word to him, just quietly sat next to him giving him a pat on the thigh.

He hadn't a clue what could be going on with satoru today, but if it had him like this then he was too afraid to even ask. He just sat there with him in silence, but took the blunt from his lips to smoke it himself. He also had a rough day.. Satoru wasn't the only one trying to get in contact with you.

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nxathyx · 10 months

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Chuuya dating headcannons!!

This is my first time writing anything so it's probably shit

Trigger warning: swearing, Chuuya is absolutely smitten😭, slight mentions of aftercare, there's seperate parts of reader being picky, intimate settings, the reader has mentioned female anatomy in one part

I think it's a generally known fact in the fandom that Chuuya is romantic. Personally I feel like his love language is acts of service, so it'll mainly revolve around that.

So with Chuuya being a true romantic at heart you can probably expect a lot of fancy restaurant dates or just him cooking something nice for you two while you drink some wine

However if you are a picky eater I feel like he'd just make himself something fancy, and make you something simple like pancakes, or whatever it is you like <3

I can imagine him just randomly calling at like 9pm and saying "I'll pick you up in an hour".

After he picks you up he takes you to the fanciest restraunt

Once again for all my picky eaters (love y'all)

If you wouldnt like anything on the menu he'd just take you to McDonald's and get you whatever you want, it's all on him

You want a happy meal? Sure darling

You want that's humanly possible to get at McDonald's? Say less

He'd probably think you're so cute and silly if you got yourself a happy meal (the toys are shit now)

Sometimes the workers offer you like those papers you just colour in and since Chuuya is competitive as fuck he'd have little competitions with you

Although Chuuya is quite the romantic i also feel like he'd adore very chill settings, just being sprawled out on the bed with you in his arms or him in yours

Chuuya doesn't have a preference when it come to boobs or ass, he loves both, no matter the size!!

If you have big breasts, he'd be okay with holding them for you, not even in like an intimate way

Imagine you're just laying down, your back against Chuuyas chest and he puts his hands under your shirt and just gently cups your chest

As for ass he'd just randomly slap your ass

Like you'll be cuddled up with him, your leg over his body slightly as you two are just discussing something and he slaps you right above your knee, but it doesn't hit

Reader: that was shit,like that was so bad im actually embarrassed for you

Chuuya: yeah, whatever

And then he slaps your ass and you just glare at him

This man always asks for consent and is very strict about boundaries!!

I feel like Chuuya would like a soulmate who he can be lovey dovey with, whilst insulting each other or something, someone who has a sense of humour

You two are just cuddled up first calling each other petnames till they get worse and worse, than it turns to insults and then inatiment objects

For example

Darling > pookie > bitch > home depot floor board

Or some random shit like that

I feel like he enjoys being little spoon, it makes him feel safe.

For aftercare I feel like he'd let you cool down from your high, go get you some water and a towel if you're to exhausted to actually bathe

If not he goes to prepare a nice bath for you two to just lay in, I feel like he'd be resting his head on your chest as his fingers run shapes and sizes on your upper thighs and hips

I feel like he'd be your gossip buddy. Like you two just go and sit in the bath, with two wine glasses some wine a few candles and just gossip about everything and everyone

He loves when you play with his hair but he prefers playing with yours

For petnames I think he'd use the very classy ones, like love, darling, honey an occasional doll or dolly

I don't know why but I think he'd love getting called Spanish petnames, like mi amor, mi vida, cariño ect.

Man's is smitten for you and will do whatever you want

I feel like once he made you dino nuggets at like 4am

He takes amazing photos of you, you look like an absolute god/goddess

Deep talks at night!!

You two would just be sitting on your balcony or porch, with maybe some snacks and drinks and you just talk about life and all it's struggles

If Reader is from the agency he'd try to keep your relationship a secret for as long as possible

I feel like you two would be parental figures for like Akutagawa and Kenji (i adore that one interaction im not sure if it was fan made or not but yes)

Overall great boyfriend 10/10

#bsd x reader #chuuya fluff #chuuya bsd #chuuya bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #bsd headcanons #chuuya nakahara #x reader #reader insert

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 7 months

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Baby Daddy chapter 5

Note: last chapter! tied in request by @synindoodles, I hope you'll like it as you gave me a lot of freedom really. chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4.

Warnings: fluff/suggestive/angst.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric needed some counselling to work things out.

wordcount: 5k

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The Counselling.

To no one's surprise, you and Sihtric remarried several months after you had divorced the other Dane, Sigtryggr. You certainly felt bad for your second ex-husband, as he had treated you with nothing but love and respect, but your heart simply belonged to your first ex-husband, who was now your husband again.

To everyone's surprise, things seemed to work out rather well between you and Sihtric this time, as years had passed and you were still together. Of course, you still had misunderstandings, disagreements and you argued occasionally, but it was way better than it used to be as you had both learned a lot. Sihtric still struggled to communicate at times, and you still made quite the mess of the house, mainly the kitchen. But you were both determined to make it work, just like you had promised each other. Not just for yourselves, but for Odin too, your now sixteen year old son.

'I don't know, pookie,' Sihtric sighed as he looked at the webpage you showed him, 'are we doing that bad?'

'No, Siht, not at all,' you said and sat down across from him in the kitchen, 'but I don't want us to ever get that bad, so I think it's not a bad idea.'

'I thought marriage counselling was like a last resort?' Sihtric remarked and sipped his coffee, then he leaned back and raked his tattooed fingers through his long, loose, messy hair.

You loved the contrast between his rather rough looking face and haircut, and his expensive, black v-neck sweater with some designer jeans underneath. Financially, things were going great, but romantically things definitely needed to improve.

'Well, for many people it is a last resort,' you agreed and closed the laptop, 'but why not give it a chance? I mean… don't you also feel that there is a distance between us lately?'

Sihtric looked down at his cup and shrugged lightly.

'I guess,' he said softly, 'maybe. Sometimes I just feel… nevermind.'

'No, tell me,' you encouraged him and reached for his hand across the wooden dinner table, 'talk to me.'

'No, it's… it doesn't matter,' he smiled weakly, not knowing how to express his fear of losing you again, 'maybe you're right, maybe it's not a bad idea.'

And with Sihtric's approval, you booked the counselling appointment. What Sihtric didn't know was that it wasn't just a one time appointment, but a whole retreat. A whole week. And you sort of forgot to mention that until one day before you had to leave, at least, that is what Sihtric claimed. You had told him, but he hadn't listened. Everything was arranged already; the trip, your stay, and Odin staying over at Finan for the time being. But the news came as a shock to Sihtric.

'A week?!' Sihtric stared at you with wild eyes, 'what do you mean a whole week? I don't want to be stuck in some… some…' he waved his hands around, 'prison for couples for a week!'

'You think marriage counselling is like prison?' you asked bitterly.

'No! But- but, gods, you could've told me this before!'

'I told you!'

'You didn't!'

'I did!'

'You did not!'

'For fuck sakes!' you yelled, 'this is exactly why we need a whole damn week there!'

'Yeah, well, make it a month,' Sihtric huffed as he stormed off to the bedroom.

And not much later you also stomped your way up the stairs and found Sihtric sitting on the bed, and it didn't take long before you sat on top of him, naked, making it up to each other… again.

'And this is where you will be staying,' a friendly lady named Eadith said as she showed you your luxurious room.

You and Sihtric looked around the large room, which had a king size bed, a big tv with a cosy looking couch in front of it, as well as a spacious bathroom with a heart shaped jacuzzi. You thanked Eadith kindly for the tour and short introduction, and you had about an hour to get ready for the first real counselling session of the week.

Each day you would have a different sort of session, which should eventually bring you and Sihtric closer again, as well as hopefully sort out the issues you two always had ever since you got together. And today, you would be meeting with Doctor Beocca for your first session..

'Hi, welcome,' Beocca said, 'please, take a seat.'

You and Sihtric sat next to each other, and you both shifted a little nervously on the couch as Beocca took his time to open his laptop and started typing.

'So,' the doctor said after a moment, 'this is the first session each couple here takes part in. I am here to paint a picture of where exactly your relationship is at, its problems and what kind of sessions you will need to improve the marriage. So my first question to you both is; why are you here?'

'Well,' you began, as Sihtric looked at you, 'I wanted to do this retreat because there is a distance between us. It's not too serious yet, I think at least, but I want to prevent us splitting up… again.'

'Again?' Beocca asked.

'Yes, eh,' you chuckled awkwardly, 'we divorced once, then we both married someone else who we also divorced, and then we married each other again.'

'Oh,' Beocca said, and he started to type on his laptop, 'I see. How long was your first marriage?'

'Eh, we split up about two years after we got married, but we didn't finalise the divorce until…,' you looked at Sihtric, 'how much later?'

'I'm not sure anymore,' Sihtric confessed.

'O…kay,' Beocca sensed you both weren't able to fully recall it anymore, 'we'll just focus on the two years then. So you split up after two years, then what happened?'

'Well, we still tried to do family things with our son,' you said, 'so we saw each other often. But we'd always end up arguing and after that we'd make up again, you know, with… sex,' you cleared your throat, 'and at one point we got back together again.'

'For less than a day,' Sihtric added.

'A day?' Beocca frowned.

'Yeah, then we had a big falling out-' Sihtric continued.

'There was an incident,' you interrupted your husband.

'An incident?' the doctor asked, 'what-'

'It was an accident,' you said.

'She fell off the stairs,' Sihtric said, 'which was kind of my fault, but-'

'She,' Beocca looked at you, 'you fell off the-'

'It really was an accident, I wasn't injured badly or anything,' you quickly said.

'No, but you did call Sigtryggr for help,' Sihtric scoffed and crossed his arms.

'Sigtryggr?' Beocca looked confused.

'I was hurt, Sihtric,' you rolled your eyes, 'and I needed comfort.'

'Wait, who is Sig-' Beocca tried, but you both didn't hear him anymore.

'Was his cock comforting enough?' Sihtric gave you a bitter look.

'Oh, please!' you hissed, 'nothing happened between us that day. He only take us for ice cream-'

'Oh, yeah, that's right!' Sihtric looked at Beocca, 'some strange man took my wife and my then five year old son for ice cream, after I was kicked out of the house.'

'Odin was four,' you corrected him, 'and Sigtryggr wasn't a strange man-'

'Who is-' Beocca tried again, to no avail.

'Oh, he wasn't a stranger because you met him in a bar the same night we met, which was years ago by then?' Sihtric asked, heated.

'Sihtric, please,' you rubbed your eyes, 'I had met up with Sig befo-'

'Sig,' Sihtric mocked the name.

'I met up with him before, and you know that because you read my texts!'

'You- you read your wife's texts?' Beocca asked.

'We were split up,' you said, 'I wasn't really his wife anym-'

'Yeah, I read my wife's texts,' Sihtric talked over you, 'because she left her phone in the kitchen and I just happened to see the message come in.'

'And you decided to freak out over it,' you sighed.

'I did not freak out-'

'You squished a juice pack-'

'It was a kid's juice pack, doctor,' Sihtric informed the wide-eyed man.

'That doesn't matter!' you yelled.

'Okay, okay!' Beocca's voice suddenly rolled through the, previously, zen room like thunder, 'I need you both to please stop talking.'

You and Sihtric both looked at Beocca and clenched your jaw at the same time. Then Beocca got up from his chair and grabbed a stuffed Hello Kitty plushie from a shelf, which he handed to Sihtric, who looked confused at the doctor while you snorted.

'Usually,' Beocca grumbled, 'this technique is used for children,' he sneered, 'whoever holds the stuffed animal gets to talk!'

You and Sihtric nodded in agreement, and you both felt like toddlers again.

'Okay,' Beocca sighed, 'Sihtric, please tell me what happened. How did you get back together before the incident, or accident, whatever, and what happened after that?'

Sihtric cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

'So,' he began, 'it was our son's birthday party that day. I was there too, naturally, and when I went to get a juice pack for my son, I saw her phone screen light up. Of course I looked at it, like everyone would,' he glanced at you for a split second, 'and saw the text was from someone I didn't know, this guy called Sigtryggr, and it said how he was planning on meeting up with my wife again.'

'And how did that make you feel?' Beocca asked, and you chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Sihtric looked at you again, but averted his eyes when you looked up at him.

'I was hurt,' he said quietly, 'and angry. I still loved her,' he swallowed hard, 'I always loved her.'

'And yet you were in your whore era,' you spat.

'No!' Beocca snarled, 'do not speak!'

'Sorry,' you mumbled.

Beocca nodded at Sihtric to continue.

'I was hurt. And I know we were not really together anymore, but I couldn't stand the thought of my wife with someone else,' Sihtric said, 'yes, she's right, I was seeing other people too. Hurting myself in the process, but I only did it because I tried to forget her. I know it wasn't fair of me to get angry that she was seeing someone too.'

'And what happened then?' Beocca asked.

'I confronted her, and we… we,' Sihtric cleared his throat, 'we had sex. Good sex,' he suddenly grinned, 'and by the end of the day we were together again. Then the next morning we got into an argument, again, I walked away and we argued on the stairs. When I tried to walk away again she wanted to take my hand,' Sihtric said and paused.

'Go no,' Beocca encouraged him.

You saw Sihtric's fingers tightened around the Hello Kitty plushie and, to your surprise, when you looked up at him you saw his eyes were teared up.

'I- I flinched,' Sihtric said, quietly, and his voice trembled, 'because I pulled away, s-she lost her balance and she f-fell down the stairs. I- I tried to grab her but-' he choked up and stopped talking.

'I see,' Beocca said softly as he started typing, 'and clearly you are still upset about that.'

'I never wanted to hurt her,' Sihtric sniffled and wiped his tears before they could fall down, 'but of course she was spooked after it happened, as was I, and she… she kicked me out. She wanted the key to the house back, which I gave her, and then I… I left.'

You fought your own tears and reached for Sihtric's hand, giving him a comforting squeeze before the Hello Kitty plushie landed in your hands.

'After Sihtric left,' you told Beocca, 'I called the guy I had gone for a drink with before that birthday party happened. His name is Sigtryggr, and he helped me out that day, after I fell. Nothing happened between us then. But he did accidentally meet our son.'

You explained the rule you and Sihtric had about introducing new people to your son, and then you told the doctor about how you and Sihtric ended up together again for a night, only to fight again and finally get divorced. You told him that Sihtric got married again at some point, only to divorce two months later, and your husband had nothing to add to that.

'Then I got married to Sigtryggr and ended up having sex with Sihtric on my wedding day,' you said, deadpan, 'I divorced Sigtryggr a few days later, married Sihtric again a few months later, and then things went up and down but we stayed together and, I think we just got stuck in a rut, you know? And now we're here, to finally sort things out and to not create more distance between us.'

Beocca stared at his word document, apparently the old man was speechless. He didn't directly say this was one of the wildest stories he had ever heard, but you knew that's what he meant anyway. Despite the story being so wild it would make for a good work of fiction, Beocca promised he'd have a plan ready by tomorrow morning.

And you went to have dinner at the resort's restaurant, before you went back to your room, where you both felt so drained by the conversation with Beocca that you fell asleep together before it was even ten in the evening.

'Bonding?' Sihtric frowned as he looked at the scheduled session the next morning.

You had only just woken up when you saw that Beocca had emailed you the week's planning. Sihtric rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned after he handed you your phone back, and he sat up in bed next to you.

'I also don't know what we'll be doing,' you said, 'I just hope we don't have to talk the whole time like yesterday.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric sighed, 'I mean, it was good to get that all out to someone I suppose, but yeah,' he chuckled, 'I still feel drained.'

'Me too,' you chuckled.

You looked at your husband as he was trying to wake up, and you felt a smile tug at your lips at the sight of his bare, muscular torso and his messy hair. You both had aged a bit, but he still looked so damn good, even when he didn't try.

'Come here,' you smiled and pulled Sihtric close, then pecked his cheek, 'I love you, sweetheart.'

'I love you too, pookie,' he said and squeezed you in his strong arms, before he kissed your cheek and leaned back, holding your face in his hands, 'we're going to work this out, I promise.'

'I know,' you placed your hands on his, 'I know we will.'

'Welcome,' a soft-spoken lady smiled, 'my name is Thyra, and I will guide your bonding session.'

You and Sihtric both smiled a little nervously again, and Thyra quickly explained what today's session was going to be like.

'So you will sit together in the lotus position-'

'What?' Sihtric snorted, 'eh…'

'Oh, no, no,' Thyra laughed, 'yes, like the sex position, but you will not have intercourse.'

You both chuckled with relief, and slight disappointment, and got in the position as Thyra explained how this should bring you closer together.

'Okay, wrap your arms around each other and hold each other close, then close your eyes,' Thyra said as she sat down, a few comfortable paces away from you.

You did as you were told and easily melted into each other's arms, as you buried your face in Sihtric's neck, and he moved one hand up into your hair, gently resting on the back of your head, holding you close.

'I will ask questions, and you will answer to your partner, so not to me,' Thyra said, 'I will be able to hear your answers, but I will not interfere unless it's needed.'

You both hummed in agreement as you were still wrapped around each other, and Thyra began her session.

'First I want you to focus on each other's breathing, until you both breathe in sync. Become one,' her soothing voice sounded.

You focused on Sihtric's breathing, your chest pressed against his, and you gradually started to find a comfortable breathing pace to keep up with.

'Now, open your eyes and look at each other,' Thyra said, 'and keep your eyes locked when you answer the questions, even if it's strange or uncomfortable. What made you fall in love with each other?'

Sihtric gave you a soft nod, allowing you to go first while you stared into his mismatched eyes.

'I fell in love with your appearance first,' you said softly, 'and I liked your energy and the way you made me instantly feel safe when we met.'

'Naturally I fell for looks first too,' Sihtric smiled faintly, 'when you looked at me, I just felt some sort of… as if I had found something that was missing.'

You felt yourself blush and pouted at Sihtric's sweet answer.

'I never invited anyone to go home with me after I just met them,' you said, 'you were the first guy I took home, without really knowing you. It just felt like we belonged together, and I couldn't let you go.'

'I felt the same, pookie,' Sihtric smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'there was no denying that we felt like we should be together.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'now, what four personality traits of your partner are your favourite?'

'I love how passionate you are, and fun-hearted,' you said, 'and how you're protective and actually quite romantic at times.'

'And I love how caring and considerate you are,' Sihtric whispered, 'and how honest you are, and passionate too.'

'Thanks,' you whispered with rosy cheeks, and Sihtric bit down on his lip with a smile.

'I really want to kiss you, pookie,' he whispered, thinking Thyra wouldn't hear it.

'You can,' Thyra said from across the room, 'pretend I'm not here, please, unless you'll take it too far. I'm not watching you two,' she chuckled, 'I'm making notes. The whole purpose of this session is to feel close, so if you want to kiss, hug, nuzzle, go right ahead.'

Sihtric was fast to pull your lips to his, and he captured you in a sweet, gentle kiss.

'I love you,' he smiled against your lips, 'so fucking much.'

'And I love you too,' you breathed, 'so much.'

After Thyra had given you a moment, she continued.

'What physical features are your favourite?'

'Boobs,' Sihtric couldn't resist his first answer, and you couldn't help but laugh at this boyish response.

'Nah, seriously,' Sihtric composed himself, 'your body is fantastic, love, you know I think you look perfect. But, I love your smile,' he said, 'it always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you smile at me. But, again, I love everything about your appearance, your face, your hair, your hands… gods, your hands, it's like you can heal anything with a simple touch sometimes.'

'Your eyes,' you blurted out immediately, 'I love your eyes.'

Sihtric smiled and struggled to keep his eyes locked with yours, as he felt his cheeks heat up again, and he mumbled a shy 'thanks'.

'And I love how you look ridiculously good with every haircut,' you chuckled and pushed a strand of his loose hair behind his ear, 'I love your face, I know that sounds stupid probably, but… the sharp features, your eyes, your lips, the facial hair, and your scars,' you sighed, 'everything about your appearance is just… perfect to me. There is nothing I'd change, Siht, nothing.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled, 'I'm… I'm glad to hear that.'

'You thought I'd want to change something?'

Sihtric shrugged lightly, 'Maybe… maybe my scars.'

'No,' you cupped his cheeks, 'I wouldn't change anything,' you said, and pulled him in for a kiss, 'you're perfect.'

'You're perfect too.'

'Good, good,' Thyra continued, 'what is something you need from your partner, this can be physical or emotional.'

'I need you to communicate more,' you said, 'you're already doing so much better than years ago, but it's still not enough often. I know it's hard for you, but you need to tell me when things aren't going the way you like it, or when things are difficult or when you're hurting. I don't want you to be ashamed to open up and tell me what you need or want. All you have to do is talk, communicate your feelings and needs. That's really what I need from you.'

Sihtric nodded and swallowed hard.

'I know, sweetheart,' he said, 'I know. But I just,' he teared up, 'I just need you to understand… that when I grew up, there was no… no space for me. No one cared about my needs. And,' he took a deep breath to compose himself, 'I'm really trying…'

'I know you are,' you reassured him, 'and you're doing really well, but this is just me wanting to encourage you to try and be even more vocal and clear. I know your past is different from most people, but I also hope that you truly understand and feel that things are different now too in our own family. You have people around you now who do want to hear you and help you.'

'I guess… maybe sometimes I don't feel that,' Sihtric confessed, 'sometimes when things don't go your way, you get angry. And I'm the same,' he chuckled, 'but then I shut down and run, because I don't know how to solve it or how to say things.'

'We can solve things by talking and listening,' you caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, 'and you're right too. Sometimes I struggle to understand your behaviour and I agree that I should do better. I know I can do better, and I'll work on that.'

'I'd like that,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I'll try to open up more.'

'I'd like that too.'

'Very good,' Thyra said, 'you two are doing really great.'

You and Sihtric smiled at each other, and he couldn't resist stealing another kiss from your lips.

'My next question is usually if you are still attracted to each other, but I think we can skip that,' she chuckled, 'the next question is if you are satisfied with your intimacy.'

'Ehh, for the most part,' you said hesitantly.

'For the most part?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

'Well, I'd just like it if, you know, we could have a bit more slow and sensual moments, instead of just going at each other like savages,' you laughed, 'which is great too, don't get me wrong.'

'No, I get it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're right. We often go for quickies lately, it's been a while since we really took our time… or weren't angry.'

'Exactly,' you agreed, 'I'd like it if we could make time again. I know things changed too as Odin grew up. But he's often not home these days when we are, so I'm sure we could figure this out.'

Sihtric agreed, and in truth, he wanted nothing more than to pick you up and carry you back to the room you stayed at, to have that slow and sensual sex you both needed and agreed on. But the session wasn't over yet. And everything went well, until Thyra asked if you ever felt cheated on by your partner.

'No,' you answered.

'Yes,' Sihtric said.

'What? Why?' you asked, 'everything I did with someone else was when we were split up. Sigtryggr and I weren't exclusive when I still saw you, before you and I divorced, and never agreed on being exclusive either then. I really only cheated on him, actually, with you.'

'I know,' Sihtric sighed, 'but… I always felt married to you. I- I always felt horrible when I was with someone else, even though we agreed to split up, in my heart I was still married. I always felt like I was cheating on you. And, I know it's not fair, but therefore it also felt like you cheated on me.'

'I'm sorry you felt that way,' you said, 'but I thought we both were clear about the fact we were not together anymore back then.'

'We were, pookie, but y-you're not listening to me now,' Sihtric struggled, 'I'm not saying that you cheated on me, because you didn't. We never cheated on each other,' he stared into your eyes, 'but to me it always felt like we did.'

'Sihtric,' you said with sadness in your voice, 'and that all leads back to communication again. You should've said something back then.'

'I know. I just didn't know how,' he said, 'maybe because I knew no one did anything wrong, but still…'

'It happened, we can't change that anymore. But I'm sorry if I made you feel cheated on. Do you trust me now?' you asked.

'I do,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'I trust you, I do.'

'Okay, good,' you pecked his lips, 'because I trust you too.'

After the intense bonding session, which actually brought you and Sihtric closer together right away, you finally had that slow and sensual sex, just before you went for dinner. You and Sihtric felt more at ease and more connected than ever before, as you both finally seemed to have a better understanding of each other.

The next day you had a meditation session, which would make you tap into your previous lives. And you had both been sceptical going in, but you were both shocked by the end of the day, when you discussed your results and discoveries during dinner.

Apparently Sihtric was a medieval warrior and a Dane, who fell in love with a Christian "witch". The woman wasn't really a witch, she was just a healer. But the townspeople didn't trust her because of her "healing powers" and ended up burning her alive in her home when she was asleep, while Sihtric wasn't home, as he was preparing for battle. And when he returned home, to a burned down hut and a dead wife, the townsfolk captured him and tortured him, by cutting out his tongue, as they feared he might be able to curse them, and then they killed him. They had only been together for a year, and died young.

'There is no way,' Sihtric said when he looked at your papers, which had your previous life written on it, 'you were a healer and you died in a fire?'

'I guess we really are connected,' you said, after you had read Sihtric's story.

You had to admit you felt just as spooked as Sihtric upon this reveal, but it did make sense as to why you felt you belonged together. And maybe it was also why you got back together again each time you had split up. Something primal inside you kept pulling you back towards each other.

'Maybe we struggle because now that we're actually together for a long time, longer than in our previous lives, we just don't know where to go?' you thought out loud, 'and you struggle to communicate because your tongue was taken.'

'Gods,' Sihtric scoffed, and he ordered another glass of whiskey when a waiter walked by.

'You know,' he then said, 'our home in that life was so messy too,' he chuckled, 'herbs and flowers and spices everywhere…'

'Just like our kitchen now,' you smiled and shook your head lightly, 'I can't believe this.'

'Me neither,' Sihtric said, 'but… it does make sense. And I guess it gives some clarity too, as to why I am possessive and protective at times, maybe more than I should sometimes.'

'And why I keep believing we can work this out, because I just know we can heal.'

With the newfound knowledge and mutual understanding, the last few days of the retreat went by fast. You had one day on which there was no session planned, and you ended up spending all day together in bed, only getting dressed to go out and get some food. And the fire between you and your husband was as bright as it was when you just got together, the first time.

The day after that, you had a session which consisted of doing an escape room together. It seemed like a pointless game, but it was a test to see if you had already learned to listen and communicate better. And to both your surprise, you solved the escape room without ever raising your voice at each other or getting irritated by your partner, so the retreat proved to be successful once again.

On the last day you had another conversation with Beocca, to see if there had been any progress, and he had been pleasantly surprised by the positive changes he saw. There was no need to pull out the Hello Kitty plush this time, and he said you both seemed more in love and calm, to which you agreed.

'But don't forget that you will still be challenged once you're back home again, back in your daily routine,' Beocca said, 'it is okay to argue and disagree, as long as it's a healthy amount.'

'I know,' you said, and Sihtric agreed, but you were both confident everything would be okay.

And you were right.

Back home again, things definitely went better. Sihtric opened up more and you paid more attention to his needs, when he finally communicated them with you, and you became closer as a family again, which is all Sihtric ever wanted.

And as your wedding anniversary was approaching, you and Sihtric decided to renew your vows. The last time you got married to Sihtric you had kept it small, with just your son present and a handful of friends, as everyone was sick and tired of going to weddings by then, but now that everything was finally going as it should, you agreed to throw a big party.

And at the night of your anniversary party, you ended up in the venue's restroom with Sihtric again. Except this time, before you pulled each other's clothes off, you made sure that all the toilet stalls were empty.

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bloodymiso · 1 month

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☆summer phantasmagoria

some silly roselia summer headcanons with more of ako’s sweet deluluness

okay listen up you know that card with rinko in a bikini? yeah the one where she looks uncomfortable as shit??

after ako noticed how uncomfortable she was revealing her skin she shopped w her in the local mall to buy a “normal” swimsuit (sayo as the chaperone cause..yk)

rinko was really happy after that:3

i feel like yukina’s the type to not even go in the water and just watch everyone

bodyguard core

lisa is the one who’s always prepared, the mom really.

pookie has a whole arsenal of medical supplies *cough*because of some..past happenings with*cougb*ako*cough*

ako and rinko like to wait for big waves just to ride them (they usually end up just getting slapped in the face with water)

they asked yukina to join them but she was too shy proud to admit she found it fun

WATER GUN FIGHT!!!

lets admit it ako and sayo would be the QUEENS of anything related to slapping your friends in the face with water

ako 10/10 likes to pretend shes a mermaid under the water(come on we all used to do this) either that or a shark

rinko doesnt really like swimming but she’ll go in for ako<3

lisa is actually really good at swimming

i can imagine them making silly lil sand castles

then destroying them

rinko, ako and lisa would bury sayo under the sand while yukina just watches, holding in giggles.

#first work here teehee #bandori #bang dream #bandori headcanons #bang dream headcanons #roselia headcanons #bang dream girls band party #roselia #lisa imai #sayo hikawa #ako udagawa #rinko shirokane #yukina minato #( ˘▽˘)っaki writes

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madaboutmunson · 11 months

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Hell Raiser Part 2

I'm stuck in bed and sick so here's part 2 of Hell Raiser

Part 1 | Part 3

Saturday at Family Video was notoriously busy, but on that particular Saturday, Robin and Steve had been swamped, drowned, revived, and sunk again. The video store was so busy that some shelves had started to empty, and they'd run out of tapes to restock the spaces. It wasn't the busy aspect of the day that was causing the two employees the most upset on their shift. It was the customers themselves. They were…well…weird!

Steve looked at his watch, "Jesus Christ. I'm sure I checked my watch an hour ago, and it was five past, but now it's only quarter past!" His elbows hit the counter in front of him, and his head fell into his hands.

"Oh, what happened to the Steve from this morning, huh?" Robin does her best Steve stance mimicking the one hand on her hip and the other running through the side of her hair with a big smile. "Love is in the air today, Rob! It's everywhere! Today is gonna be our day. I can feel it!" She says in her best Steve impersonation.

He raised his head from his hands to offer her a sarcastic smile in return, "Yes, very funny, ok, I get it. I was wrong. Today sucks!"

Robin cupped her hand to her ear, "Oh, what was that again, the great Steve Harrington admitting he was wrong about something? Has hell frozen over?" She said, putting her hands to her mouth in pretend shock. One of Steve's hands went to his hip as the other pointed at her and was about to say something when there was a crash of tapes.

"Hey! For the last time, if you aren't renting anything, get out of here!" Steve hopped over the counter and went to pick up the pile of tapes from the floor at the feet of the lip-locked couple, who were paying him no attention whatsoever. Steve looked around the store, and it was full of couples getting way too friendly with each other for his liking. He shoved the tapes roughly back onto the shelf and stomped into the backroom. He re-emerged with a step and stood on it, "Listen up, dipshits!! If you don't rent or return something within the next five minutes, you should leave because this is a video store, not your gross little bedrooms, ok?!" Steve shouted, and this time that did gain him the attention of everyone in the store, but also the attention of his supervisor Keith, who had just walked through the door.

Keith raised his hands up to a red in the face, chest heaving, furious Steve, "Hey Stevie, baby. Listen, ok, come on down, everything is ok. People are just having a little fun, that's all" Steve noted that Keith's tone was different. It was… unnatural, it was…sweet? Steve turned and shared a concerned glance with Robin, who looked just as weirded out as he felt. "Come on, come on. That's it. Why don't you go make yourself a nice herbal tea? I've got a box full in my stash round back," Keith said as he lifted his hands to help Steve down. Out of pure fear and confusion, Steve accepted daintily and stepped down. "What's gotten into you, Stevie? You're my number one guy here, right?" Keith threw an arm around a bewildered Steve, "Tell Papa Keith what the problem is, yeah. He's gonna fix everything for you." Steve was trying hard to hide the look of disgust on his face. This was weird, too weird. Then suddenly, a partial answer appeared. A woman in a form-fitting electric blue dress entered the store and immediately latched onto Keith's arm, pulling him thankfully away from Steve and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"What's taking so long, pooky? I thought you were just gonna grab a movie and come back to me," she pouted at him, snuggling in closer. Steve blinked several times to make sure this was not, in fact, a nightmare. Steve mouthed 'Pooky' at Robin with a bewildered look. Keith and this woman did not compute in Steve's mind, but he had been wrong about relationship pairings in the past, so he tried his best to move past it.

"I was honeysuckle, but Stevie here is having some kind of breakdown, and I couldn't just leave him. He seemed really distressed" Keith kisses the tip of her nose, which pulls a giggle from her, and they both turn to look at Steve, "Are you distressed, Stevie?"

Robin must have heard the metaphorical kettle whistling coming from Steve's ears as his blood came to a boil because she quickly interrupted, "I think maybe Steve is just a little run down, that's all, we're eager to head out tonight, and you know how we don't like to leave until we've made our quota and the store is in a suitable state to leave for your shift tomorrow" This was a complete lie when that clock indicated shift end, they couldn't get out of here quickly enough.

"Aw pooky, your staff really love you. I mean, I can't blame them" Then she leaned in and whispered, not nearly quietly enough, "And all that respect, you really must be a big boss-" Steve quickly blurted something out to stop hearing any more of this.

"What is going on? How long have you two been together? Why is the store full of disgusting noises and people that don't know the meaning of consumerism?!!" Steve aimed the last sentence at the nearest canoodling customer couple. Out of fright, one of them picked up the closest tape, without looking, and took out their Family Video Membership card. Then without taking their eyes off, the clearly pissed-off Harrington handed them to Robin.

Keith turned to his girlfriend, "Apple blossom do you mind waiting in the car. I think I need to have a private word with Stevie. He seems very tense."

"Nice to meet you, Robin. Nice to meet you, Stevie," She said, waving them goodbye.

Steve screwed his eyes up tightly, "It's Steve", he said through gritted teeth tapping his badge.

Keith cupped Steve's face in his hands, "Oh, my precious Stevie. You don't know, do you?" Keith laughed in realisation and squeezed his hands together, making Steve's mouth pucker up like a goldfish. Steve forced out a sound and expression that indicated he, in fact, didn't know. "Of course! You were both on shift last night. You didn't go, did you?" Keith said, releasing his grip and gently tapping Steve on either side of his face. "It's this place at the carnival. It's magic."

"What do you mean by magic?" Steve said, crinkling up his nose at this nonsense.

"It brings you the love of your life!" Keith said animatedly. The couple at the counter that Robin had just served nodded in agreement smiling at the group. Then their eyes landed back on each other, and a dreamy stare overtook them again. Steve clapped his hands loudly and nodded at the tape on the counter, which one of them picked, and they left the store.

Robin leant over the counter, giving Keith her full attention, "How does it work? Is it-Is it like a…er…matchmaker? Is it expensive? Do they make you do a quiz on phobias so you don't get the wrong person?"

"No, not at all. It's completely free. All you have to do is sing a song in front of an audience," Keith beamed excitedly.

Robin grabbed one of Steve's now folded arms, "Hear that, Stevie? The people of our dreams are only a serenade away!"

"That's impossible. It must be a setup or something." Steve reasoned.

"I don't know what to tell you, but it worked for me and probably most of the people here, I'm guessing. Well, apart from you two, obviously," Keith said, giving them a pitying look.

"Ok, let's say that's true. What did you sing?" Steve asked Keith, still not sold on the whole thing.

Keith smiled wide, "Devil with a blue dress on."

"But she had a blue dress on today," Robin said confusedly as Keith locked eyes with Steve and knowingly pumped his eyebrows at him. It was almost enough to tip Steve over the edge again, but he managed to keep it together.

"You know what, my little x-wings, how about this, finish serving up the people in here. Stock up what you can, and then call it a day, huh? Get yourself to the carnival. You won't regret it. I promise you." Keith smiled happily at them.

Steve and Robin exchanged a look for a second before they rushed around the store, herding the various couples to the counter as Keith grabbed a video and saluted them a very happy goodbye.

Not twenty minutes later, Robin is at the front door waiting for Steve to do the final checks so she can lock up.

"I can't believe it! We finished a whole four hours early!" Robin rejoiced, "We didn't even have to deal with the late-night creeps!"

Steve checked his reflection in the window before smoothing down the sides of his hair and moving a few strands around. "Are we really gonna do this? Go to this magic carnival karaoke?"

Robin put her hands on Steve's arms and said gently, looking up at him, "At this point in the demolition derby that is our respective love lives, what do we have to lose?"

"Self-respect, the respect of the people of the town?" Steve says, looking concerned, "What if I just embarrass myself up there? Or worse, what if it doesn't work for me?"

"Ok, first of all, you never had anyone's respect Steve, and second of all. If it doesn't work for you, it won't work for me either. You know how this dynamic works. We're platonically bonded, Stevie," She said genuinely but ended with a smirk.

"Ate two booty," Steve said mockingly with wide eyes.

Robin stopped and stared at him, "It's Et Tu Brute."

"Yeah, that's what I said, ate two booty," Steve said with a frown as he muttered something about her never listening to him. Robin decided to leave it be. She wanted to try this carnival, and Steve was her ride. She didn't want to annoy him too much. Ok, so it wasn't just that. She was scared too. What if she did meet the love of her life in the middle of a massive carnival in Hawkins, she couldn't just go for it in front of all those people, right? But if she had Steve with her, she had a safety net, her best friend.

"Ok, so, drop me off at home and pick me up around seven?" Robin tested.

Steve reluctantly nodded, "Sure" He threw his hands up, "Why the hell not, right? What's the worst that could happen?"

Several hours later, Steve was parked up outside Robin’s house, waiting for her. He was passing the time, double-checking his outfit and hair. If that night was going to be the night he finally met The One, he would make sure he looked and smelled his best. Robin seemed to also have had the same idea, wearing an outfit that looked like she had just been working on the latest John Hughes movie, and even she was wearing perfume, which was something Steve had never known her to do. She spluttered and waved around her hand as she got in, “Jeez Steve, Macy’s called. They’d like their fragrance department back when you’ve finished with it.”

“Do you want a ride to this thing or not?” he blinked at her. He obviously had no intention of letting Robin go to this thing alone. It sounded too good to be true, and in Steve’s experience, if it sounded that way, it generally was. That aside, it was a crowded carnival in Hawkins, and with what they’d both been through the last few years, it was better to be together in case something kicked off than apart.

Once they got to the carnival, they headed straight for the tent. No sense in waiting around all night. The queue looked long, but it was moving quite quickly, but there was still time to kill.

"So, do you already know what you're gonna sing to Hawkins to lasso your soulmate in?" Steve asked with a large helping of sarcasm, but he was genuinely curious too.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna go for Angel by Madonna. I think lyrically that fits," she leans in to whisper to Steve, "and it's not gender specific, so I don't have to sing about a guy" Steve nodded in understanding, "What about you?"

"Africa by Toto," Steve said quickly, and Robin's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"You sure about that one, buddy? You're after one girl, not a whole country, right?" Robin said, half joking, but was still unsure how this whole magic thing worked. Steve pursed his lips and waved her toward the gap that had emerged in front of them.

In no time at all, they were past the pyros and into the tent itself. Steve felt something was off about this place, he wasn't sure if it was how the materials billowed down towards them or how narrow the passageway was, but he was starting to feel almost suffocated. "You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. They're probably just gonna fleece us, right? Some kind of scam or something," Steve said with a shrug.

"Pretty big production to convince two people that work at a video store to part with no money, Steve," Robin says, rolling her eyes, "If you're worried about it, just wait outside, or, you know, don't sing, No one is gonna judge you for it" Robin didn't really want Steve to go outside honestly this place was so dimly lit, shadows were cast all over and a few times already had made her jump, but having her best friend by her side, helped conquer that fear, especially for the promise of the impossible, her true love.

They finally reached a more illuminated part of the path and saw the embossed plaque. Steve ran his fingers over it, "Huh, that's weird."

"What's weird," Robin said suddenly, snapping her head to Steve.

"The arrow. I've seen it before on an old plaque from the war at my grandfather's. The back of Robin's hand hit his chest lightly in annoyance.

"It's probably a similar stamp, that's all", she said as they watched the person in front of them disappear behind a thick set of curtains. "You know, like in a set or something," she said with a gulp and reached for Steve's hand. That was all the indication he needed to take point and pushed through the curtains to the next section. The loss of illumination behind them made the page-filled binder and podium in the distance look so bright, but in the area where they currently stood, the darkness crept around and upon them. Robin firmly pressed herself to Steve's back, still gripping his hand. They'd been through horrors together, but what is to say, the next weird thing they get pulled into in Hawkins won't be infinitely worse.

"I think it's ok, Rob. It's just some weird guy and a book." Steve assured her, and whilst that was confident enough to bring her to his side, he still forced his one shoulder in front of hers. They could see a person at the podium but could hear absolutely nothing, no matter how close they got. Once that person disappeared, it was like a bubble popped and sounds other than one another resumed.

"Don't be shy little ones. Step forward into the light." The voice above them beckons pleasantly. They did as asked and looked up at the red-caped beautiful woman with incredibly long, flowing, curly dark hair, a shining welcoming smile on her face as she stretched her arms out to them and once close enough, she raised her hand to motion them to stop. Steve and Robin cannot look away from the ethereal beauty. She looked them over and giggled, pointing at their joined hands, "Seems you don't need the assistance?"

"No! we do, we really do!" Robin blurts out, "Help us, please!" Now Steve wasn't unaccustomed to Robin blurting things out, but with such desperation to a stranger seemed strange.

"Oh," the figure above them says with another melodic giggle, "I love a riddle. When is a couple not a couple?" There is a blast of a familiar floral aroma, lavender, into the space.

"We're just very close friends", Robin emphasises, and the figure looms over the lectern edge at them, observing them, analysing them.

"Friends", she peered over at them, looking intensely at each in turn, "yes, of course," their melodic voice seemed to stretch into something a little reedier. "Knows", they nodded at Steve, "Suspects", they smiled with an unnaturally rapid tilt of her head, almost like their neck snapped. Robin adjusted her fingers between Steve's, and the heat built at her palm as her fear increased. Steve looked Robin over and observed the occasional swallows at her throat. He was curious about Robin's suspicions, but he also knew she was afraid. So he resolved to speed up the process.

"Alright, that's enough," Steve said in his most Dad-wrangling-a-bunch-of-kids tone at the figure above them, "I get it, you gotta scare people. You've scared us. Mission accomplished. now if we could move on to whatever the next part is, so we can leave this moth-eaten, musty tent as soon as possible, that would be fantastic." He flashed his best closed-mouth customer service smile at the performer.

"Oh, yes, but of course, we wouldn't want to make a Harrington wait now, would we? Choose your song," They reply, almost with a slight wheeze weaving around their words. Steve felt himself falter for a second. They knew his name. He shakes it off. So did most people in Hawkins? He steps forward towards the binder full of aged paper. The figure above lurches right over the lectern, their hand splayed in a stop motion inches from Steve's face, before twisting jerkily into a finger pointing at Robin, before their hand jerks to turn over and beckons Robin towards the base of the lectern.

As Robin followed instructions, she released Steve's hand. He tried to gain his grip on it again but couldn't. Robin stepped forward almost in slow motion. The figure above them retracted back to standing like a spring that had just been released from its stretch. Steve moves around to the side a little to better look at Robin's face. His eyes on her ensured she was ok, but they would dart up to the performer too. Be vigilant. Steve had no trust for them. He knew something was wrong here. He just couldn't quite figure it out. The dimensions of this place made no sense. The person in charge was weird, everything about this place was old, yet it had a karaoke machine. His train of thought was broken by the rapid sound of fluttering, his eyes went to the noise, not to find a bug or bird, but Robin's fingers moved the pages of the binder faster than he could make out. The rest of her stationary, static with closed eyes. Her hand was a blur. Suddenly her hand slammed down onto a page, and Robin's eyes opened. Her normal relaxed posture resumed, and she looked at the paper. A smile spread across her face as she turns to Steve with a laugh of disbelief.

"Ha! It's Drop the pilot!" Robin said excitedly and stepped aside for Steve to take his turn. Not wanting to be controlled by this apparent hypnotist or whatever they were. Steve stepped into the space without hesitation and began turning the pages, which were all blank. Impossible the books could not have been switched that quickly! He had been watching the whole time.

"Know what you're looking for, Master Harrington?" A voice says. He looked at the person above him, but their mouth was not moving. However, their speech continued. "Oh, he thinks he does, a past romance, a cruel and unusual heartbreak that rendered him changed and unable to give his heart to anyone else. What if we told you, you were wrong? So very wrong," the voice cackles in his head. "The answers lie in the things you bury deep, so deep you try to ignore them yourself, but people already suspect Mr Harrington, and soon they'll all know" A wave of shame crashed over Steve. That was his secret. In frustration, he thumps at the table.

"Hey, you ok, Steve?" He heard Robin's voice and turned to it like a lifesaver in his thoughts' bleak, never-ending ocean. He sighed, releasing some tension, and returned to the book. He read the words and laughed with relief.

"It's Brown Eyed Girl," he says to Robin.

"Very interesting," the actor said in their original melodic voice, "Enjoy your evening, my dears," she said and waved them towards the next curtained barrier.

As the curtains parted, the first thing to hit them was the room's heat, next the sort of sea of bodies dancing in unison in the centre of the space towards the stage. Then a few stationary people dotted around, and then the couples sprinkled throughout the area, not dissimilar to the scenes at Family Video earlier today. Robin looks at Steve, eyebrows raised hopefully. Steve would have been more on board with her enthusiasm if he hadn't started spotting other things that seemed out of place here. How the walls of a tent should be material, but between the billowing fabrics above him, Steve is sure he can see things from past eras. A car door from a 40s Cadillac, slivers of army recruitment posters, and the worst part is it looks like something is moving between the layers. It must be the wind, but the depressions in the fabric looked so purposeful. Robin tugged at his arm to pull Steve toward the queue and pull him from his thoughts.

"Robs, I got a weird feeling about this place," Steve says, looking around at the people in the crowd, many almost unblinking in their synchronised dancing.

"Don't chicken out on me now, Steve! We're so close!" Robin wasn't even really teasing Steve about this. She was almost pleading. She sighed, held his arms, and captured his attention, looking into his eyes. "After we've done our songs, you can go, ok? I know this is a lot for you. I know you're still hung up on this idea of Nancy, but maybe this is your chance to break away from it, Steve."

"What do you mean, the idea of Nancy?" Steve tried to deflect, "She doesn't even have brown eyes. Besides, she's with Jonathan" His insides squirmed. Suspects he heard in his head. He had loved Nancy, that was absolutely true, and he'd been chasing that same thing with other girls, sure, but it just wasn't happening for him. Then there were the other thoughts, the ones that made him cling to Nancy even tighter. Maybe too tightly.

"Sure, ok. Look, I'm next. That means in ten minutes, you're free to leave, ok?" Robin scrunches her nose adorably at him, “Please, Steve, just this once?” He absolutely overacts the sigh he lets out and nods in reluctant agreement.

A minute or two later, Robin took to the stage. She is not a performer per se, she gently swayed to the music and generally muttered out the lyrics for the most part, but then Steve noticed her stomp her foot, clench her free hand into a fist, and shut her eyes to belt out the chorus like it's her last chance at this.

Drop the pilot, try my balloon

Drop the monkey, smell my perfume

Drop the mahout, I'm the Easy Rider

Don't use your army to fight a losing battle

Animal, mineral, physical, spiritual

I'm the one you need, I'm the one you need

At that moment, Steve felt something shift in the atmosphere, like an invisible ripple of force, the centre of which was Robin. For a second, he’s sure he saw a light glow from under the stage, a rumble through the earth under his feet. The crowd were much more into the song now, which seemed to encourage Robin and further amped up the crowd. It was some sort of amplified energy exchange. Steve was sure Dustin would have the right words for this kind of thing like one was feeding off the other.

Robin took her enthusiastic bow and let out a raspy squeal of delight as she beamed over at Steve, hand extended towards him, holding the microphone. He could help but smile hugely back at her. It must be good if his best friend was this happy about something. So he decided to put all the charm he could muster into his performance like he was singing for his life. Occasionally he looked to Robin for a thumbs-up of support, and a few times, he got distracted by some sort of ruckus at the exit of the tent, but no one else seemed concerned, so he just continued.

Hey, where did we go?

Days when the rains came

Down in the hollow

Playin' a new game

Laughin' and a-runnin', hey, hey

Skippin' and a-jumpin'

In the misty morning fog with

Our, our hearts a-thumping and you

My brown-eyed girl

He handed off the mic to the next singer and descended the stairs with a jump. He was full of energy that seemed to buzz around and within him. He felt incredible.

“Ok, so what now?” Steve grins at Robin, who seems equally charged, sort of excitingly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Er…I don’t know. I guess we wait around? Maybe something will happen?” She shrugged happily, but suddenly on the edge of Steve’s, hearing an argument, some kind of fight possibly? And it pulled him out of his happy bubble straight back into vigilant mode.

Suddenly someone rushed into the tent through the exit and bumped Robin, whom Steve instinctively pulled to him to protect, “HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, AS-” he yelled after the figure but was cut off by Robin’s finger pressed against his lips.

“Look,” She said in awe, pointing at the stuffed monkey on the floor. Steve looked at her in pure confusion, “The song I sang…Drop the monkey.” she half-sang the lyrics and launched herself towards the plush toy on the ground, pulling Steve with her through the crowd until they came to an abrupt halt. “OW!”Robin exclaimed, having butted heads with another person who seemed to have had the same idea about the stuffed toy. As Steve ran into his friend's defence, he stopped to observe something he had only ever seen on a movie screen.

Robin’s screwed-up eyes from the collision blinked open, and she looked down at her hand, which had another on top of her own. Her inquisitive blue eyes trailed up the mystery person’s arm, and their gazes met, causing electricity that Steve knew only too well. Robin and the opposite girl erupted into huge grins that soon opened to release soft bashful giggles.

“Are you ok?” Robin says, reaching up her hand to touch the other girl’s forehead and Steve checks around for anyone else looking at them, but the crowd are all otherwise occupied either with the show or someone of their own. The other girls nodded without a word, and Steve couldn't help but notice her eyes dancing between Robin’s eyes and mouth. Robin looked dazed, and the big smile on her face shrank to something softer and love-doped. “Is this your monkey?” Robin tries again. Her words are gentle and slow, and if Steve hadn't learned how to lip-read a little better this last year, he would have missed it entirely.

Steve watched the other girl for a response, he couldn't make it all out, but it was something like, “I lost my friends. So I came in here to watch the show” Robin blinked a few times, her shoulders seemed to drop in defeat, and her smile shrank again before the customer service smile appeared in its place, and Steve’s heart broke for her.

“You were watching my friend, Steve? He’s just here” Robin jutted her thumb towards him, and the girl looked up at him and almost jumped out of her skin like she hadn’t even realised he was there. He watches the girl go through a series of emotions looking at him, fear, worry and then. Finally, she wrinkled her nose and pressed her lips tightly as if steeling herself for something. She quickly turned back to Robin.

“No. I wasn't watching him, I saw you though.” Steve can see the girl breathing heavily like she might burst into tears.

“What? Really?” Robin offers back with a surprised laugh, and the girl nods, casting a quick worried glance at Steve. “Don’t worry, he’s ok”, Robin reassures her, and Steve notices Robin’s hand turn from the monkey to interlace her shaking fingers with her new acquaintance. Steve felt like he could just absolutely lose it, mainly for his best friend possibly finding something she thought impossible, but also a tiny hope for himself beginning to grow in the centre of his chest.

Steve waited around with Robin and her new friend, Donna, for a little while, mainly playing the third wheel, but he was worried about Robin’s safety. He had tried to keep his eyes open for his own potential meet-cute, but so far, nothing. Maybe he was too distracted by being guarded.

“You know, Steve, I think I’m good here,” Robin said, smiling at him. He scanned her over, and her expression seemed sure, as did Donna’s arm around her waist. “We might be leaving soon anyway.”

“I can give you a ride if you want. It’s fine. I was going to take Robin home anyway,” Steve offered, the worry still festering within him, but then Donna pulled out a set of keys and dangled them at him.

“I think I got it, Steve,” Donna said with a smirk, sending Steve’s eyes darting back to Robin, who shrugged and nodded so that Steve knew his presence was no longer wanted or required in this small dark space of the tent right now.

“Ok, fine” His one hand went to his hip, the other pointing accusingly at Robin, “You, let me

know when you are home safe. Time of call is irrelevant.” he turns his attention to Donna, “You, drive safely. No drink, no drugs, no handsy behaviour when driving, you hear me? Eyes on the road!” He takes a deep breath, “I’m happy for you both”, he mutters.

“I’m sure it will happen for you too, Steve. Maybe standing with two girls doesn't scream available, though?” Robin suggested, and Steve nodded, a little disappointed. He gives them a short wave and turns on his heel to leave. He probably looked back more times than he should, but this was scary stuff, especially out in the open of Hawkins like this. What if someone from school caught them? Robin’s life would be over. He was surprised she had been so blase about it. He decided that he would “leave”; by that, he meant wait outside the tent and stalk them like a ninja when they left, just to ensure they were safe.

As luck would have it, he found a shadowy area to lurk in, and settled into it as uncreepily as he could. He spotted a pack of camels and a metal lighter on the ground. Robin might have lectured him about it, but smoking could kill some time, so he picks them up. He turns the lighter over in his hands and reads the engraving with a laugh.

WHEN I DIE BURY

ME FACE DOWN SO

THE WHOLE WORLD

CAN KISS MY ASS

He wasn’t even halfway down his smoke before he heard the ear-splitting scream that sent him racing back into the tent.

“LOOK OUUUUUUT!”

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Andie I have a very serious and important question for you. what the fuck are you putting in your fics???? It is currently 3:44am and I've been up since 8 but what am I doing? Crying as I read the end of Magnetic North that's what

The thing about me and sports fics is that I know absolutely nothing about sports except for 1 of them so usually they end up in my "Marked for later" for a while. But this is like the third time I've read a sports fic after putting it off to immediately questioning every decision I have ever made

I binged this fic like a fucking maniac but there was a logical part of me that was like "please...the assignment you've been procrastinating for 2 weeks is due tomorrow..." so I forced myself to put it down and go to sleep. That was yesterday. I brought my work with me from downstairs at 1am because "if I'm not gonna be able to sleep might as well finish this and then read Magnetic North the rest of the night" WELL I JUST FINISHED THE FIC AND I'M LITERALLY TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF MY THOUGHTS AND IT IS NOT WORKING-

Coherency...I know how to do that yes. Starting and ending it with Marjan's article was SUCH a nice touch I loved the way she wrote about them!

Also everyone who has ever been mean to TK can line up in an abandoned parking lot...You don't hurt my boy <3 :) . HIS GROWTH??? THAT'S MY POOKIE I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF HIM??? Picking him up and parting his head as we speak. No but seriously he's so awesome and he's been hurt so much but all he really wants is love 😭. NOW YOU GET TO HAVE SO MUCH OF IT BABY!!! Watching him slowly accept the love and care from others was beautiful. I fucking love fics where a character heals. HIM CHOOSING HIMSELF HELL YEAH YOU GOT THIS! Carlos saying how TK looked healthier and Marjan too!! YES MY BOY IS IN HIS LOVER ERA AND I'M SO SO HERE FOR IT! I am starting to sound like a broken record but he genuinely fills me with so much pride and he's not even real 😭. THE REHABILITATION CENTER!! and he named it after Gwen...I'm so okay about this...

Carlos...where do I even start. I need to hug him let's start there. It broke my heart so badly when he didn't even get the chance to come out on his own terms. That is such a real fear and I honestly saw a part of myself in it. The "questioning everything you do in case someone suspects" If I ever find out who that photographer was...Gabriel won't be the only one who will need an alibi 🩷 NO OF COURSE I'm not bringing knives now that would be absurd wouldn't it? /sarc. He deserves all the love and acceptance actually. I loved the scene where he goes to the ranch after he was outed it was so healing for both Carlos and I actually that's my projection guy ✌️💕. Jkjk. TK commenting how much happier and freer Carlos was...sobbing into my pillow oh my god I'm so proud of him. AND HE WON THAT BIG CHAMPIONSHIP WHATEVER I TOLD YOU IDK SPORTS!

These fuckers got engaged what the fuck is wrong with them I hate them so much no I'm not crying! /lh. The kiss at the parade oh my god I will literally never ever recover from this fic Andie you have broken me. I will never once again be a normal human. I still think about The Firehouse like 23 times a day now Magnetic North will join too

So I did actually end up watching some random hockey highlights so I would have some idea as to what's going on and also oh you used real team players that's cool!! Did not know those people existed in real life but good to know. Now I can say I've read fanfiction with NHL players /j. Okay but srsly the team was absolutely AMAZING!! The way they're all such a family! How supportive they were of Tarlos! Kissing them all on the head (the fictional ones idk about the real ones)!

Okay WOW this got long. There's a reason I typed this in my notes app first. Imma attach my real time reaction to the parking lot kiss here

I am in the car (love being a gay) and I just read the parking lot kiss and my anxiety SPIKED because I was like "no no no they're gonna get outed oh my god NOOOO" TEARS IN MY EYES READING NANCY CALLING THEM UP AND TELLING THEM TO CHECK TWITTER!!! I want that photographer to meet me in an abandoned lot...NO I'M NOT BRINGING KNIVES WHY WOULD YOU EVEN INSINUATE THAT- /sarc (last part)

I have a question! You must be really familiar with Hockey to write this fic. Do you play? /gen

Okay now I will sleep because I'm genuinely very tired. If this doesn't make sense blame it on the fact that I've been up for way too long. I loved this fic Andie, like and insane amount. It's all so beautiful and well rounded and I was so enthralled by it, it's crazy. Thank you for this fic, you're awesome!

All the tone tags I used: (I just have really bad anxiety and don't want anything to be misinterpreted so!)

/sarc: sarcasm

/lh: light-hearted

/j: joking

/gen: genuine

I am a little bit speechless about this 🥺🥺 thank you so so so much, I’m so happy you liked it!! Thank you for taking the time to send this to me, I’m swooning 🤩 and I played a lot of street hockey as a kid but never was on a team or anything, I just watch it a lot!

#911ls asks #magnetic north #paperstorm writes

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indecisive-dizzy · 2 months

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I’m bored and about to fall asleep so have some of my welcome home ocs after pulling an all nighter

Daisey: oh boy are they emotional. Legitimately I feel like Howdy just has to drag them around because they’re clinging onto his leg or something crying about how much they love him and how they’d be nothing without him (yeah they get a little morbid, that’s just how my ocs get sometimes lol). They’re a mess and they literally just shove their face into the soil in their garden so they can lay down with their plants

Holly: she cannot focus for the life of her. She is zoning out left and right, her limbs are all wobbly, and she can’t even stand without the possibility of falling over. Usually she’s pretty sporty and active, so not being able to do that annoys her immensely. She’s also really stubborn so she tries it anyways and end up getting hurt in the process

Wallace: he’s a nerd, so he can handle staying up a little later than usual, but if he’s awake too long his brain just stops functioning. He’s forgetful, loopy, and he’s basically running on caffeine. He tries to read and do his usual chores but fails miserably. Barnaby has to help out and carry him around. He’s also hyper sensitive and cries a lot

Andreas: he just scribbles to pass the time, he’s really loopy after a long time. He’s also incredibly sick most of the time, but that’s mostly his shitty immune system if anything, even if sleep is a big contributor for that. Any art he tries to do turns out messy and unfinished, and he’s prone to messiness too. He’s covered in paint and clay, his hair is messier than it usually is, and he can barely balance himself

Lizzy: she doesn’t really sleep that much too begin with, so she can handle herself better than everyone else, but she is still sluggish after an all nighter. That’s about it, she’s just slower and visibly looks more tired but she isn’t super affected by it besides a couple headaches

Flora: she doesn’t sleep, she’s just the same as normal. Only she’s probably more irritable, but that’s more on the others bothering her (she’s tolerate Daisey’s tired antics, not everyone else’s because they’re too obnoxious)

I love them they need sleep

They get to have a fun sleepover with the other neighbors and they all conk out like 5 minutes into the slumber party

Anyways I might pass out soon so gn pookie :3

oh these poor babies (minus Lizzy and Flora they just vibing lol) they Do need sleep

I'd say I'm between Andreas and Lizzy after an all nighter. I'm loopy, dizzy (ha!), and occasionally nauseous but I can get through the day alright if I keep myself occupied lol

I hope they all get some rest,, all nighters suck lol

Oh! Sleep well! :)) <3

#we love late night posting #ill go to bed here soon!#just finishing a lil snack before i get ready for bed :3 #welcome home #welcome home ocs #not my ocs #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child

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loveylangdon · 4 years

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Go To Town

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soft jj x best friend reader

A/N: I have no idea why but 'Go To Town’ by Doja Cat reminds me of JJ (listen it if you want to), so I came up with this lil scenrio based off the song but not really? but who doesn’t love a good dance sesh to tease a cute boy. Just some cute JJ love tbh, everyone has the angsty, hard ass jj heres a lil content smol jj. This is my first jj fic so pls be kind. truly a white mans whore so i’ll include my masterlist for my other writings Xx

*not my gif credit to owner*

y/n p.o.v.

“If you're down, boy, really down, baby let me watch you go to town” You and Kie screamed at the top of your lungs dancing on the Pogue. It was your turn to pick the music playlist for the day out on the marsh and you had more of an open love for all music. When it was your turn to pick the playlist it was a bit of everything everyone loved but today you just wanted to let loose and have fun. You vibed heavy with the reggae and soft jazz the boys usually picked or the pop-rock JJ chose, but you wanted to have more fun before the kegger tonight. Your vibe was usually infectious and you wanted the others to be able to let loose. Hence listening to some Doja Cat in the middle of nowhere with also the slight hope of catching JJ’s attention more so than usual.

Your cousin came down from the mainland and showed you some new artists and ‘Go to Town’ by Doja Cat was on her playlist which reminded you of your little blonde hair blue eyed crush. JJ Maybank possibly royalty amongst the pogues and rightfully so with his charm, good looks, and his ability to fix basically anything he was a guy every girl wanted to sleep with. But to you he was an angel in disguise. Glancing over at him you saw him smirking behind his beer bottle and looking at you intently in your swimsuit dancing with Kie. “Go down, go down, go down, go to town” You and Kie kept screaming out “and she shave it all off Charlie Brown with it” dropping down and dancing on each other. John B laughing and throwing his head back, Pope smiling like an idiot, Sarah refusing to dance provocatively with you two trying to hold on to John B’s arm for dear life. Today was gonna be good. You had JJ’s attention from the moment you stepped on the boat and that’s all you wanted even if it was because you were currently grinding with Kie.

Together but not together, you and JJ were in this endless cycle of teasing and flirting constantly but today you were winning. Watching him while dancing on Kie you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Making sure your eyes were locked for most of the provocative parts of the song or when you dropped lower than normal. Watching how his eyes get a deeper shade of blue and how he was holding on tighter to the neck of the beer bottle John B handed him before you guys anchored down. Smiling to yourself you turned and gave Kie your full attention again dancing and acting foolish screaming lyrics to the wise words of Doja Cat “If he don’t eat it, he a D-bag, He can use a submarine, I’ll call him seaman”

You were kind of this untouchable girl in the group, maybe even a better girl version of JJ easier to tame. Young, wild and free. Pretty, smart, fun always up for adventure but you had the spirit of Pope calculating and thinking things through but you knew when to let go. The perfect balance, Smart and quick on your feet, great at getting out of certain situations you became the mediator for Pogues and Kooks. Not being much of either you were what they would call a “Pookie” in the middle, not exactly a full Pogue but not much farther from being a Kook but not good enough either. However the group accepted you far quicker than they accepted Sarah Cameron, pure at heart and no ill intentions just wanting to have fun, Plus it didn’t hurt that you stopped Rafe from attacking them the first time you met them on the island. After they knew you were badass and down to earth how could the 3 boys refuse to let you in their secret club. Kie joined later which you were thankful for, loving your boys endlessly for 4 years but you couldn’t say no to another girl to help keep these boys corralled.

While being associated with the Pogues it didn’t stop Kook guys trying to get at you. You were invited on figure 8 anytime as well as the cut. Princess of peace some would call you, you could get Kelce and Rafe to back down from a fight more often than not. Rafe not wanting to get on your bad side because you had a fire in your eyes and he wouldn’t want to hurt his chance of possibly getting laid if the “opportunity arises” you would never but it didn’t hurt to make him think so. Being Pookie came with power. Being able to control Rafe meant power over the Kooks. Hurting you could hurt Mr. Cameron’s business in some ways, you didn’t have a big mouth but you never forget what happens, you’re a more credible person to believe than the Pogues if it came to spilling some of Rafe’s secrets. And Rafe never forgot that. So he played nice-ish when you were present. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was attractive. So what if you flirted and hung out with them once in a blue moon. Young, Wild, and free.

Again though JJ, JJ Maybank was it. You guys were without a doubt each other’s person. You weren’t going to make the first move you were gonna let JJ do it. Watching him mack on Tourons hurt but nothing your friends and some fun couldn’t fix. You and him were endgame anyways so why fret over what’s inevitable. That’s what you told yourself. You were confident and you definitely had that boy wrapped around your finger. Knowing each other’s quirks, body language, food taste, being each other’s other half you guys had mastered for a couple of years now. Up until recently the tides have shifted your guy’s love for each other grew in a way neither of you suspected but it didn’t change anything. Maybe more lingering touches, a couple more conscious forehead kisses or escorts home. Yet the blue-eyed angel still couldn’t make it official so you did what you do best tease him any chance you got.

“D to the TF, got your bf in my DM, got him all up in my hair” You make your way over to where Popes sitting pointing your finger at him to join you and Kie.

“No-No” Pope lets out moving to get up, you wink at Kie who is laughing at Popes wide-eyed frantic figure who finally figured out what the songs about while trying to maneuver in the small boat. You and Kie finally get pope stuck between you two “cause I can’t believe my eyes and her man between my thighs” you and Kie keep screaming. Peaking over Pope’s shoulder you see JJ watching you “And it’s clean but messy like a pizza” you sing right at him making eye contact, you see the blue-eyed boy shift uncomfortably in his seat adjusting his swim trunks, eyes locked on you. You wink at him and see pink dust his cheeks as he clears his throat.

Turning to John B with a smile on your face makes Sarah squeal, “My boyfriend too y/n” she lets out, fake shock evident in her tone

“Sorry Cameron I don’t have a boyfriend so I need to steal yours” you giggle holding your hand out for John B who has his hand over his heart and an awe look on his face flattered you chose him. He kisses Sarah on the forehead and stands up leading you next to Kie and Pope “If your down boy really down, Baby let me watch you go to town” you’re back is to John B’s chest dancing to the beat yelling out the lyrics, you feel John B place his hands on your waist and see Kie trying to get Sarah to join you guys.

You feel heat on your waist and it's not John B’s hands, someones staring at you, looking over to JJ you see him glaring at John B’s hands holding onto your hips, guiding you to the beat. Rolling your eyes at JJ you huff, only JJ would get jealous over a guy who has a girlfriend and still not do anything about it. Pope went to go sit next to JJ since Kie left him to drag Sarah to dance before the song ended. You leave John B and dance your way over to Kie and Sarah.

“No, No, No” Sarah squeals when you grab her wrist and Kie grabs the other you guys get her to stand up and push her to the front of the boat for the last chorus. Squishing Sarah between you and Kie you guys are lazily grinding on each other with the three boys sitting at the front of the boat whooping and hollering at your antics “let me see you go to town, baby, go to town yeah”

Making eye contact with JJ again you notice his tensed features, his jaws clenched and he’s biting his lip, his hairs messed up and you assume from him tugging on it. His eyes snap up to your face knowing he got caught checking you out he smirks opening his legs wider as if daring you to go to him and do your worst.

“Baby let me watch you go to town,” you say making your way over to the boys, John B’s eyes widen hitting JJ on the shoulder “Oh my god” Pope lets out

You make grabby hands to JJ, grabbing his hand that was covering his crotch innocently grazing his chest making pope let out a whistle, JJ stands up immediately taking your hand in his smirking while a goofy smile graces his features. You walk him to the middle of the boat turning your back to his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist immediately, you can feel his breath against your ear as he holds onto you tighter. Rocking your guy’s body’s together to the beat, you lean your head back and whisper into his ear “It’s your one chance, baby, never or now yeah” you hear him groan gripping you tighter if possible. Giggling you push your ass against his crotch and hear him gasp “Okay that’s it” He lets out with a clenched jaw and you unravel yourself from him and go back to dancing with Sarah and Kie again “Go down, go down, go down, Yeah let me see you go to town” Screaming when the songs over and the next one starts to play you guys laugh turning around looking at the boys who just sit there or stand in JJ’s case with a shocked expression

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” Kie asks crossing her arms, “You’re killing the buzz” she whines while Sarah walks over to John B and climbs in his lap causing you to laugh

Pope clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out causing you and Kiara to laugh “Look y/n you broke Pope” and Pope looks offended

“No, she didn’t,” Pope says but his voice cracked causing everyone to laugh

“I haven’t seen y/n dance like that since the party with Rafe” Sarah comments teasingly and suddenly everyone gets quiet. Kie rolls her eyes at Sarah for even mentioning him

“Okay, y’all act like you’ve never heard a song like that chill” you chuckle going to the cooler to grab a beer and take a drink

“No we have but like wow that was so-” Pope starts out with hand movements and everything but Kie shoots him a look raising her eyebrow

“So what Pope?” She asks and you go to say something but JJ cuts you off

“That was hot, like really hot not gonna lie I liked it, I liked it a lot actually” JJ speaks up from where he’s standing on the boat looking at you. John B hits him upside the head “Bro what the fuck” JJ lets out turning to look at John B

“Stop being gross” John B states matter of factly “They’re having fun they don’t need a perv ruining it”

You give them a confused look “Okay I’m going to swim, coming Kie?” You ask as she nods. Diving into the marsh instantly cools off your body, you hear Kie jump in after you. Swimming to the other side of the boat. The boys and Sarah out of view you hear Kie next to you

“So JJ is still a dumbass” she huffs out rolling her eyes in the direction of JJ. Giggling at her you shake your head and she goes to speak up about his failed attempt to get down with you to Doja Cat when you guys hear JJ whisper shout trying to be quiet, you shoot a look to Kie and raise a finger to your lips telling her to be quiet while she nods

“Okay I stand corrected that was hot. Pope you should be worried about Kie leaving you for y/n did you see the way Kie went in after her” JJ lets out a whistle and you and Kie giggle quietly moving your arms around to make it seem like y’all are still swimming

“Shut up” Pope lets out exasperated

“No Pope listen I’m serious that was so hot like y/n dived flawlessly she’s perfect and the way Kie followed right after her like girl on girl action it just-”

You snorted looking over at Kie who had an eyebrow raised, you made kissy faces at her until she splashed you. You could imagine JJ using his hands to emphasize his point

“You’re disgusting JJ” you heard Sarah let out which caused you and Kie to start giggling until you heard a splash of water assuming it was Sarah. You and Kie swam a little ways from the boat to not give away that you two were snooping

“Great, you pissed off Sarah great going JJ” you could faintly hear John B huff

“What guys I’m being honest, you’re gonna tell me that wasn’t even a little bit hot,” JJ asks and you can see his arms extended out

“Okay JJ yes but we don’t say that shit out loud” you hear Pope mumble. Your head shot straight to Kie who has a shocked expression on her face at Popes sudden small outburst and then to Sarah

“You little snakes you heard them” Sarah gasps out

“Sarah shut up oh my god, it’s so fun to tease them” you flick water at her and head to swim back to the boat seeing John B and Pope join the girls in the water. The water had done its job cooling you off you wanted to tan.

Climbing back into the boat you hear a whistle coming from JJ “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you let out reaching for your towel to dry off

“Only if you let me take pictures of the entire view and” he pauses popping the ‘and’ while pointing his finger at you “you stay wet” JJ lets out biting his lip as you shoot him a fake glare. He’s reaching for your waist and you let him pull you to sit down between his legs

You pout “I wanted to tan”

“To bad come keep me company” he smiles pulling you down, kissing the crown of your forehead nothing unusual but it didn't stop the butterflies from forming in the pit of your stomach

“How you feeling,” You ask him as he wraps a towel around your figure before wrapping his arms around you. Knowing he didn’t get in the water because of his recent fight with his dad. His bruises were taking a little longer to heal than normal and he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. You helped apply cream to them but he couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for it to heal properly.

“I’m perfect right now” he hums in content and you move to look up at him, his chin is resting in the crook of your shoulder and his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped across your torso holding you close to his chest. The sun is hitting his face perfectly making his blonde locks glow and there’s a sense of calm he holds. He looks content, at peace and all you could ever ask for was this boy to feel all the love in the world and a part of you hoped he felt that with you. Placing a soft kiss on his chin you feel him shift, you turn your body to watch the rest of the Pogues in the water. They’re having a splash war and you can’t help but let out a giggle at the girls trying to take down John B.

“You missed,” JJ says

“Missed what?” You ask confused eyes still on your friends in the water

“You missed” He lets out annoyed at the lack of attention you’re paying to him

“JJ what the fuck are you-” His hand grabs your chin turning you to him quickly cutting you off and his lips are on yours.

Your lips melt into his instantly. His hand goes to hold the side of your face in his hand, tilting your head a bit to deepen the kiss. You feel like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. His other hand goes to pinch your ass as you let out a gasp he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Attempting to fight for dominance you gladly let him win. He tasted like beer and spearmint with a hint of weed he probably smoked earlier. It was addicting.

Pulling away for a quick second he groans, his eyes still closed you can see him rolling his eyes like breaking away from him was the end of the world. You place quick pecks onto his lips while moving to straddle his lap, you feel him smirk against you. Pulling you closer to him, he has one hand on your ass holding you to him and the other holding the side of your cheek to keep you close, you pull his bottom lip into your mouth sucking on it as he groans. Pulling away reluctantly both of his hands find their way to the bottom of your ass.

Opening your eyes looking at him he sits with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, eyes closed, lips red and swollen. He looks like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but let out a giggle. Placing your hands on either side of his neck you lean into him and place a couple of kisses on his lips he happily partakes in and you can feel his smile widening if even possible. Pulling away you’re met with blue eyes and a smirk. You lean up to place a kiss on his forehead as soon as you place it there his face nuzzles into your boobs and you can’t help but laugh and he groans “you’re so perfect, fuck” he speaks into your skin playfully biting your chest

Tangling your hand in his hair behind his neck, you gently pull him away from your boobs, he leans in planting another kiss on you quickly “I like this” he places another kiss on your lips “I like this a lot” he whispers to you as you break away for the third time.

Trying to chase his lips with yours you nod at him “Yeah?” you smirk tugging at the hair gently on the back of his neck, tilting your head a little more back feigning innocent while he groans moving his hands to hold the side of your face to keep you from moving away any further

Something flashes across his face you haven’t seen before causing you to furrow your eyebrows together and then his eyes go soft and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to melt into a puddle “Yeah I like this a lot actually” he breaths out in a sincere whisper placing a kiss on your nose, you scrunch it up as he places gentle kisses all over your face until you’re pushing his face away to stop him you guys are both left laughing, He plays with a few strands of your hair just looking at you as if he’s trying to remember every little detail as if he didn’t know it by heart already

“Um what are you guys doing,” Pope asks from the side of the boat with a questionable look only Pope could make

“Pope what the fuck man” JJ lets out pinching the bridge of his nose glaring at him. You move to get up and grab JJ another beer, noticing John b climb into the boat as well. “Can’t you see I’m trying to make magic happen” JJ gestures towards your standing finger and you scoff placing a hand on your hip

“You’re gonna need a lot of magic JJ little Pookie here has a wide range of options” John B teases knowing JJ gets all defensive when your other affiliated party is mentioned the Kooks

“She’s mine and everyone knows it” JJ scoffs crossing his arms making his biceps bulge a little bit

“My brother doesn’t” Sarah chimes in climbing into the boat next to you and you try to stifle your laugh at JJ fuming. Kie climbs aboard and starts arguing with JJ alongside Sarah about the logistics of a relationship and what that entails. You’re sure you hear something about ownership and women’s rights and you can’t help but smile at your friends being idiots

John B pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, clinking his beer with yours or was suppose to be JJ’s “Salud” he chuckles ruffling your hair “I think Pookie is finally a Poguie, we can talk about custody over him later” he jokes

“No” you hear JJ say over the music holding his hand to Kie’s face to shush her while pointing a finger over at the two of you “actually, she had full custody the entire time” you hear JJ shout over Kie trying to shove JJ in the water

“Whose pussy whipped now,” John B asks him raising an eyebrow making everyone burst into laughter and Pope lets out a low whistle

“I don’t know ask Rafe-” JJ started which earned a shocked expression from you that lasted 2 seconds and a knowing look from Sarah before Kie finally pushed him over the edge and into the marsh resulting in a gasp from him and a content smiley Kiara

“I’m sure Rafe would gladly go to town with y/n, he’ll take his one chance” Kie yelled towards him and a bunch of “oohs” come from everyone before she continues “Hmm actually let's put that on the playlist for the kegger tonight see what prince Kook wants to do with princess Pookie” She goes to put her hand on her chin pouting her lips earning a nod from Pope

“That's it you’re dead” JJ pushes himself up into the boat and immediately grabs onto Kie throwing her back into the marsh, turning around he headed straight for Sarah

“JJ no, JJ-” Sarah screams out when he nears her “John B I swear if you let him-” but it's too late JJ is holding her bridal style in his arms tossing her over into the marsh

“Sorry Kook you’re related to the guy can’t have you spying on us revealing intel” He salutes the two girls in the water going to sit in between your legs on the floor of the boat, his back against the seat

“Yeah he’s pussy whipped” Pope states pointing a finger towards you guys, JJ fake glares at him taking off his cut tank that is now soaked due to Kie pushing him in. Hoping it'll dry before the kegger tonight, you wrap a towel around his wet figure playing with his blonde hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head

“Jokes on you Pope” JJ starts shooting him a look “I’m about to be treated like a king” JJ leans back shaking his wet hair into your lap which causes a groan from John B who was in the splash zone “Beer me women” he shouts holding his arms out earning a smack to his chest from John B, rolling your eyes you hand him the beer that was originally intended for him. He raises the bottle as the girls climb into the boat glaring at him. A shit eating grin on his face “Salud” which earns a chorus of saluds back and a “how does he do it” from Pope causing everyone to burst into laughter while he starts the boat up to head back to the chateau.

The sun, the water, your boy and friends. Pogue style.

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A/N: this is my first jj writing and she isn’t edited v much I wanted to get it out bc this idea has been in my head and I think about it every time I listen to the song, and its on my summer playlist rip. This could be a two parter? the ending was kinda meh because I was torn between dragging it out and giving it an ending. Either way I hope you enjoyed it. Any feedback or commentary is welcomed my inbox is always open, I hope yall are staying safe Xx

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x you #jj #maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj obx #jj x you #obx #outerbanks #john b imagine #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #pope heyward #obx imagine #outerbanks imagine

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thirteenisles · 4 years

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The Beau-chelor | Part 1

A/N: Ok baby and we are back and better than ever. I really hope you guys like this? It’s kinda my precious baby. Please let me know what you think, your feedback means everything lol. Also big shout out to my brother for actually helping me out a lot and encourgaing me to get back into writing, y’all can thank him.

For story sake, Tito is 26. Also it’s fic so I messed with the rules of how the Bachelor works.

Word Count: 3.9K

Tagging: @bandgirlsclub @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @matbaezal @prettyboybarzal and @pookie-cleary

Allow me to start off and say that my season of The Bachelor isn’t a conventional fairytale love story. I had originally signed on as a joke, but even then there was a small part of me that hoped that I would find love. In the end, after weeks of countless trips, dates, and unnecessary drama, I did find love...just not in the way everyone expected me too.

My name is Anthony Beauvillier and this is my season of….The Bachelor:

Imagine, me, as the bachelor.

Well, it happened. And definitely not in the way I expected it to.

When I first got the call, I thought it was a joke. I thought that maybe Mat was pranking me after our conversation, which included me filling out the online application for shits and giggles after a drunken night out, but it had turned out to be the real deal.

I was going to be the next Bachelor.

It didn’t feel real, not even after I talked to Chris. Not even I had a flight booked for me and I was told what to pack. Not even the plane ride to the mansion in California. It wasn’t until I was nervously standing in the driveway on a clear spring evening, knowing that out of twenty-four women, one of them was my potential girlfriend or wife.

And I won’t lie that terrified me.

Not for the commitment aspect, but this experience was all so new to me. I was putting myself out there for the whole world to see, with more cameras in my face than what I was used to. When it came to hockey, interviews, and the press was a normal walk in the park for me. I got to talk about our game, my play, and how we could improve for the next one. Now all the cameras would be on me, everyone will be following my journey.

I made some ground rules pretty early on before filming even started:

1. I was not on the show to get married unless I was TRULY felt that I could get engaged to someone after two-three months.

2. If I wasn’t going to marry either of the remaining two, obviously I’d hope to have enough feelings to date them. If it works out then it works out and if it doesn’t then well...it doesn’t (although I secretly hoped it would)

3. When it came down to hometowns I don’t want just one night with the family. I want to actually get to know them and spend a few days with them.

I felt like it was both fair to myself and to the girls on the show. I didn’t want anyone to feel that I was misleading towards them. After all, they were coming on the show to find love.

We started filing mid-May after our playoff run was over. Out of twenty-four girls I meet, there are four who have so far stood out to me the most:

Hannah: a strong farm girl, who loves to talk about her love for healthy and organic food and making that accessible to everyone. We have a great connection with our love for an athletic lifestyle.

Jasmine: an incredible lawyer with a passion for exposing and bringing justice to abusive corporations. She has a great sense of humor and she always knows the best jokes to have you laughing.

Kyndal: an inspiring writer with strawberry blonde hair and a bright smile. Her stories that she comes up with are nothing short of amazing but have dreams to work in the criminology field.

Fiona: a petite young model who has worked hard to get where she’s at. She loves her family and is close to her older sister, we’ve bonded over our close family ties and out of all the girls we have the strongest connection.

The weeks go by a lot quicker than I anticipated, I spend time with the girls individually. Taking them out on dates and getting to know them and traveling around the world to these beautiful countries and sightseeing, things I wouldn’t normally get to experience because of my tight schedule.

Mid-July approached and I was spending time with each of the girls and their families. So after spending time with Hannah, Jasmine, and Kyndal’s families, all of whom I loved spending time with, my decision was becoming more clear on who I wanted to be with.

Or so I thought.

The flight to JFK was long, but I had Fiona by my side, as she told me about her family. Her father was an engineer before meeting her mother who was a florist and he gave up his career to be a high school teacher and help support her mother’s business. Her older sister, whom she gushes over, how close they are and how important their relationship is to her. I told her about my older brother Francis and my parents and how close I was to my family still despite being in the NHL. It was easy to talk to Fiona when it came to family, because she was just as close to hers as I was to mine.

After an entire day of grueling travel, I was out on the patio deck on a summer evening in Connecticut, enjoying the cooler breeze and delicious food with the Matthew’s family. Fiona’s mother had cooked a delicious meal of which included roman chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and a side of sautéed veggies. We enjoyed wine and her father and I talked sports, while Fiona seemed more affectionate than usual and was sitting in my lap cuddled up to me. The camera crew is long gone, deeming they had what they needed and they’d see me tomorrow for Fiona and I’s hometown date, which I was looking forward to.

“So…” I start as dessert is being passed out, looking at Fiona, “Do you think I’ll end up meeting your sister on this trip? From all the things you’ve told me about her, I’m looking forward to meeting her.”

She nods, “Uh yeah, Parker. She’s a veterinarian so she couldn’t make it tonight cause she’s doing clinic hours or something like that. She’s really busy plus- she doesn’t want to be on camera.”

“You know your sister values her privacy, Fiona.” Her father chimes in.

Fiona makes a face, “Yeah- but she could at least learn to suck it up. Besides it’s for one episode.”

The conversation dies quickly after that and I help clean up before joining the family in the living room for a movie. It’s about halfway through before her parents retire to bed, bidding me goodnight and leave Fiona and I to ourselves. As soon as we are alone, she’s climbing onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck with a smirk on her face.

“Finally...I thought they’d never go to bed.” She leans down and brushes her lips against mine, but the slamming of a car door has her pulling back with an annoyed look on her face. “What the-“ her face then lights up, “Oh it’s Parker!” Her voice goes overly sweet almost as if she’s faking it.

She jumps out of my lap and walks out of the den and I’m left there on my own and in confusion before I get up and start to head to the kitchen to grab something to drink in the meantime.

“Oof. Jeez, Fiona. What the hell?” I hear another woman’s voice come from down the hall.

“So happy you’re home. You get to meet Anthony!”

“Uh- who? Oh...the bachelor right?” Their footsteps grow closer.

“Yeah yeah, you’re going to like him!”

“Well- hopefully he’s not like your other boyfriends…”

“He’s not!” Fiona walks in the room first with a smile on her face, “Anthony- this is my sister Parker. Parker, this is Anthony.”

I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Honestly, it seemed comically trying to understand the whole aspect of it. How do you meet someone and feel like you’ve known them your whole life? But then she walked into the room and it suddenly made sense. It was like coming home to yourself through another person and I knew at that moment, that she was someone I never wanted to let go. Standing there in scrubs, tired eyes, and a mischievous smirk on her face as she eyes me up and down, she extends her hand to mine and we shake hand and gently buzz of electricity --

“Hey, Anthony. How the-” she replaces the swear word with a dolphin noise, causing me to choke on air, “are ya?”

“Oh my god! Parker!” Fiona turns the darkest shade of red, glaring at her older sister.

I can’t help but laugh, not only understanding the reference behind it but because it was coming from her. She could make the worst joke in the world sound funny.

Parker rolls her eyes and shrugs, giving me a wink, “Ah- come on. He clearly thinks it’s funny. Just trying to make him feel welcome.”

“Hi, Parker, nice to-” I try my best to mimic her noise, which just comes out as a strangled gurgle causing her to burst out laughing, “meet you too.”

She stands nearly my height, with dark hair pulled back away from her face showing off her beautiful brown eyes and high cheekbones. She’s got two dimples on the left side of her mouth when she smiles and all I want to do is see her smile, for the rest of my life.

My own cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and she’s got a matching grin. It feels like time has suddenly stopped and it’s just the two of us in this room and all I can think about is how badly I want to get to know her. I wanna know what makes her smile, what makes her laugh, what is she most passionate about, what does she love the most in this world, what makes Parker Matthews so captivating?

“Anthony, let’s go finish our movie.” I snap out of it, tearing my face away from Parker’s and down to Fiona who's now wrapped around my arm.

“Oh- yeah,” my eyes flicker back up to Parker who's now facing the fridge as she looks for something to eat. “Hey Parker, come join us when you’re done. I’d like to get to know you better.”

“Babe, she’s probably exhausted. She has been on her feet all day; she probably wants to get to bed.”

“No no- I’d love too,” Parker cuts Fiona off, “Besides, I’d love to get to know him seeing as you haven’t told me much about him.”

I raise my eyebrows at this, “Uh- really? I was under the impression that you knew about me.”

“Oh she does,” Fiona does that sugary sweet laugh again that I haven’t heard until today, “Parker is just forgetful.

“Or maybe you just didn’t tell me about him.”

“I did!” Fiona gets defensive now, “You just don’t pay attention when someone is talking to you.”

Parker rolls her eyes, muttering about not wanting to argue before she gives me another smile, “I’d love to join you guys, gimme a few.”

I completely miss the look that Fiona gives me as the two of us make our way back into the living room. We settle back into the couch, Fiona resting her head on my chest as the movie starts to play again, but my eyes keep drifting to the kitchen where Parker moves about.

Eventually, she catches my eye and just smirks, one eyebrow raised as she looks back at me.

“What?” She mouths.

“Nothing.” I mouth back, smiling again, even wider when she giggles and smiles back. I can’t even care that I’ve been caught staring because I keep catching her looking back at me.

This back and forth game goes on for a while before she strolls into the living room and plops herself down on the couch adjacent to Fiona and I.

“Parker, you know how mom feels about you wearing scrubs on the couch.” Fiona reminds her.

“I’ll remember to Lysol the couch when I’m done.”

“You know that’s not-“

“Fiona,” she gives her sister a look, “I was just in a three and a half hour surgery, I didn’t come home to get lectured.”

The silence that follows just makes the room that much tense and all I can do is sit there and watch the movie as Fiona cuddles back up to me, pressing kisses to my neck and cheek. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Parker roll her eyes before her eyes lift to meet mine again.

“Huh?” I’m snapped out of it when Fiona is now standing up, tugging on my hand. “I said let’s go to bed.” She’s got this look on her face and I know what she wants, but I don’t have the desire to fulfill that. “Uh, I’ll be up in a little bit. I just wanna finish my wine.”

Pouting, she leans forward cupping both my cheeks and kisses me passionately before pulling away with a wink. “I’ll be waiting.” And then she’s out of the room, up the stairs, and gone.

“So…” I turn my head as Parker starts to speak, “How does it feel to be the bachelor?”

“Honestly, the whole thing started as a joke between me and my best friend on the team. I was actually surprised they called me for the show.” I laugh, shaking my head, “But, he and the guys always tried to set me up with people they knew of. I just always wanted to focus on my career, and because of that I never really dated anyone. Being on the show really has opened my eyes to a lot.”

“Sounds like you’re enjoying it, you deserve it after choosing to focus on your career. I get where you are coming from though, since high school all I focused on was getting into my college and then NYU’s vet program.”

“So, was being a vet always a goal for you?”

“Yeah, always. I love animals. It has always felt like my calling, in fact, back when I was at NYU, my professor used to say that I was born for this profession. Animals have always trusted me the moment they met me.” She shrugs, picking at the remaining scraps on her plate.

“Sometimes people are just born with a gift, and it takes an even more special person to recognize that gift and follow their dream.”

Her smile lights up her whole face as her cheeks turn a bit pink, “Thanks. I mean you get to live your dream too.” She must see the confusion on my face, because she pauses, “My roommates back in college were HUGE Islanders fans and used to drag me to games all the time. Also- one of them had a huge poster of you in our dorm room so I kinda put two and two together.”

“Oh! So you’re a fan?” I smile widely.

“Yeah, something along those lines. I mean I guess so? I rarely have time to watch games anymore, but I always really enjoyed going to games when I did have the time.”

“I’ll have to get you tickets then so you can come see me- us play.” I quickly cover my slip up, but I notice the corners of her mouth twitch up.

“I’d love to.”

Eventually we found ourselves side by side, facing one another, a grin on my face as Parker tells me an embarrassing story back from college. I reach up and tuck a piece of hair back behind her ear, smiling a bit as she stutters on her sentence before continuing. It was electric, touching her and I would take any excuse to fix her hair or graze my fingers along her arm. It felt so natural the conversation between us as we started to get into more deeper conversation. I felt like I could really open up and be vulnerable with her and at any other time that seemed impossible for me, but there was something growing between us that just made this so easy. There was nothing more intimate than being understood and understanding someone else. Before either of us knew it, it was coming up at three in the morning, but I wasn’t about to stop talking to her, even if my eyelids felt heavy and my body ached for sleep. She was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of her.

“Shit I didn’t realize it was so late…” she bites her lip and I can’t help but stare, the sudden thought of kissing her plaguing my mind.

She taps my cheek with a soft laugh, “I think you’re starting to fall asleep on me.”

“How could I ever? You’re so interesting. I could listen to you talk all day.”

She laughs again, but I don’t miss the blush on her cheeks. “Now you’re just sweet talking.”

“Eh- or maybe it’s just really cute seeing how red you get.” I wink at her, smiling again as her cheeks go redder and she shoves my arm gently before standing up. She looks down at me, a small smile on her lips. There’s a comfortable silence between us as we look at one another, before she breaks, “I should get to bed.”

“Mhm, yeah…” neither of us move, “Me too.”

Before I can even blink, her lips are brushing against my cheek, “Night Anthony. Thanks for the conversation. Sleep well.” And my eyes follow her out of the room.

I barely sleep that night and I realize that this is what it meant to feel like you were on cloud nine. I couldn’t stop smiling and I felt like a lovesick teenager, what the hell? Was this the same feeling that people talk about in cliche rom-coms- because I was buzzing with excitement. I wasn’t sure when I finally fell asleep, but I know for a fact that Parker was on my mind. When I finally wake up, the side next to me is empty, and I roll over to see it’s nearly noon and I wince; there’s nothing more I hated than wasting the day away. I quickly get up and shower, before heading downstairs. As I enter the kitchen I find a similar freshly showered and sleepy Parker leaning against the counter holding a cup of coffee.

“Morning. There’s coffee if you want any.”

“Yeah, that sounds fantastic.” I grab myself a cup before standing across from her.

She smirks over her mug, raising her eyebrows at me. “You know, it’s rude to stare.”

“Hm- I could say the same thing to you, Parker.”

“How’d you sleep?” She asks, changing the conversation.

“Pretty good.” That’s a lie, I was thinking about her. “How did you sleep?”

“Slept like a rock honestly. Being on your feet for thirteen hours does that to you.”

“Yeah,” It suddenly occurs to me she’s wearing nothing more than a giant sweatshirt that just brushes her mid thigh and all I can do is admire the smooth skin and my mind starts to wander. “I know the feeling.” Before I know it, she’s in my space with a smirk on her face, “take a picture, it'll last longer.”

I can barely concentrate the rest of the day, not even while Fiona and I’s date is filmed. I feel bad feeling so distracted and I blame it on the jet lag when I know that is the furthest thing from the truth. Fiona doesn’t seem to take much notice, she just hangs off my arm, rattling off stories from her childhood and her modeling career, and then would pause to take pictures, but my mind keeps drifting back to Parker. I’m wondering what she’s doing right now, I wonder if she’s thinking of me too.

Later that night, I offered to help her do the dishes after dinner, even though the rest of the family protested, I figured it was only fair, plus it was just another excuse to be close to Parker.

“You’re terrible at being subtle you know.” She scolds me.

“And you’re great at it. Says the woman who wouldn’t stop staring at me across the table.”

“I was not staring.”

“I apologize, wrong wording, eye fucking makes much more sense” I grin and then yelp when she smacks me with a twisted up towel.

I laugh, taking the towel from her, waving it around calling a truce, “I’ll dry then?”

“Works for me.” She smiles and starts loading the sink up. “How about a game of twenty questions?”

“I’m up for it!”

“OK…what are you most proud of?”

I think for a moment, “I think I’m most proud of where I am today, I’m very happy where I am in my career and where I am in life. What about you?”

“I am most proud of how all my hard work has paid off to this very moment. But there is a part of me that feels like I’ve missed out on certain experiences. You know, dating and parties, stuff like that.” She shrugs, handing me a plate.

“I get that, it’s not what it’s cracked up to be though. Building off of missed experiences because I’ve had my share too, what’s one place you’ve always wanted to visit?”

“Montreal. It’s been on my bucket list for a while. The culture, the history, the language, I’m just drawn to it all. I wanna visit the Notre-Dame Basilica so badly and then explore the city, go hiking, try the food, especially poutine. And I am fluent in French so it wouldn’t be an issue for me getting around. What about you? What's one place you always wanted to visit?”

I can’t stop the smile that grows on my face seeing the opportunity, “Well maybe one day I can make that happen! I’m from that area, so I can definitely show you everything you want to see. For me, I know this is going to sound random, but I want to see Denmark one day! I’ve heard there it’s beautiful and so peaceful!”

Really? Anthony that would be so cool! I’d love that!” She smiles, “And I’ve heard nothing but great things about Denmark, it sounds like the experience of a lifetime.”

“It’s Tito, by the way.”

“What?” She has the cutest look of confusion on her face.

“Just call me Tito.”

“OK then Tito...so um...what do you do to relax?”

“Honestly, I love baking! I make a MEAN banana bread! What about you?”

“It’s gonna sound silly, but napping. I rarely get to sleep so on a rare day off I start off with a nice soak in the tub and then take an obnoxiously long nap in bed. Bonus points if it’s raining cause it just makes it so much better.”

“Oh man- I know, there’s something so great about taking a nap while listening to the rain and-”

“Anthony- babe? Are you done in here yet?”

Fiona stood in the doorway of the kitchen with an unreadable expression on her face. She walks in with her head held high as she walks up to me and kisses me. Her fingers trail down my chest and she smiles.

“I’m sure Parker can take over from here, come on, there’s something I wanna show you that I couldn’t show you on our date today.” She giggles and I immediately catch on to what she’s saying.

“It would be rude to-”

“Parker can handle it right, Parks? She’s a big girl, come on, let’s go.” She laces her fingers with mine and started to tug at my arm.

I look at Parker helplessly as Fiona tugs me out of the room, but all I leave with is the sad smile on her face.

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shittyfandomimagines · 5 years

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Ew! Cooties!

Word count: 1,643

This was wrote so quickly that it’s probably awful

GIF creds to owner

Dating Shawn Mendes was one of the most amazing things that could ever happen to me, well besides my baby girl. She is always the number one to me.

The only problem with dating Shawn is literally nothing, he’s literally the sweetest man ever, but the problem is me. We had plenty of dates and we talked constantly, but he didn’t know about Addy, I didn’t want him to leave just yet. Most guys leave the second I tell them I have a daughter because they’re not ready for that type of commitment. Shawn makes me feel different than the guys I tried to date before, there’s just something about him.

Then the other problems occurred, I never had time for him. He constantly told me that he misses me and that he wishes we can hang out, but I always have Addy. Most of the times we went out I had a babysitter, but she moved to Nevada a few months ago.

“Mommy, I want chicken nuggets!” Addy’s tiny voice yelled and I took a deep breath in. “I know sweetheart, but we don’t have chicken nuggets here. We can have spaghetti, that’s your second favorite thing.” I tried to remain calm, she’s been fussy all afternoon.

“No, I want chicken nuggets.” She stomps her foot and I turn around quickly. “Addy Marie, you’re going to lose that attitude, you will not get chicken nuggets tonight. You can go play in the living room as I cook spaghetti.”

I didn’t mean to be so harsh, the aggravation from Shawn’s attitude earlier and now hers, I snapped. It made my heart hurt to see her little lips wobbling after I yelled at her. She ran off to the living room and I sighed loudly.

I turned on the water for the noodles and then pulled out the sauce from the cabinet. Shawn crossed my mind, as he has been recently, but this time it made me sad. He was annoyed at the fact that I’ve been blowing him off and hardly making time for him. We’ve only been a thing for a few months and I’m already ruining it. It’s probably best to just cut the cord now.

Once the water boiled, I put the noodles in and decided to put the sauce in the pan on low.

I went into the living room to sit down beside Addy. She still had the saddest look on her face and it broke my heart. “Addy, I’m sorry for being mean to you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, but you did have an attitude with mommy.” I apologized softly and she looked up at me.

“I’m sorry too, mommy.” She leaped in my arms and my heart felt so full, I held her tightly in my arms. “So, who is at your tea party tonight?” I ask as I examined the area she had set up.

“Mr. Bear, Mrs. Squiggles, Mrs. Pookie, and Mr. Fudge.” She pointed them all out, but I knew their names anyways. “Well, in about 10 minutes they can all join us for spaghetti at the big kid's table.” I kissed her forehead and stood up.

Just as I made it in the kitchen, there was a loud knock at the door. I sighed deeply and made it to the door, opening it quickly. My eyes widened to see Shawn standing there with flowers in his hand. I felt my stomach hit the floor, I was not expecting this. He handed me the flowers slowly.

“Hey,” he starts off boldly then looks behind me and obviously sees Addy, “oh you’re babysitting.” He seemed disappointed that someone else was here. “Actually, that’s my daughter Addy.” I ripped the bandaid right off, no use in waiting.

He stayed quiet for a second and I looked back at my daughter, she seemed just as confused. “Anyways, this is usually the part where you run off. Thanks for the flowers!” I tried to stay calm and then started to close the door, but his foot stopped me.

“Woah, I’m just surprised. I didn’t plan on running.” He states and I felt my heart rate pick up. “Wait, really?” I ask dumbfounded, he nods slowly. “Hey pretty girl, you look just like your mommy.” He pushed past me and sat down beside Addy.

She seemed a little shy, but once he picked up a teacup and started to fake drink out of it, she was giggling loudly. “Stop! You’re drinking Mr. Fudge's tea!” She shouts and gives him an extra teacup. “My apologies, this tea tasted too good to pass up.” He fake sipped out of his new cup.

I was in shock as I closed the door, my heart felt so full. “Baby, this is Shawn,” I tell Addy as I stood over them. She nodded and continued to fill up more tea. “I need to finish dinner, do you mind if I leave you guys for a second?” I ask Shawn and he nods enthusiastically.

I turn off the noodles and start to strain them, I poured the sauce on top of the noodles and stirred them together. When I put it on the table, I felt a hand grab my waist. “Hey, we should talk.” Shawn’s voice spoke in my ear, I turned around in his arms.

“Yeah, we should.” I felt like shit again, I knew where this was headed.

“You never told me about her, why?” He didn’t seem upset, yet.

“Most guys drop me when I say I have a kid. I was going to tell you on our second date and then you took me to the art museum that I accidentally rambled about on our first date and it took me by surprise that someone actually listened. Then time went on and you just seemed perfect, but I should have told you. I’m not ashamed of my daughter nor am I ashamed to be a single mom, I just wanted to feel like a 23-year-old for once. To date and have fun, but then my babysitter moved and that’s why I didn’t have time for you, so I understand if you want to go, I’m sorry for the secrecy.” I started to babble endlessly.

He didn’t say anything but he gave me his infamous smile, he shook his head slightly. He grabbed my face and pushed his lips into mine, his lips were so soft and it made me feel weak.

“You’re adorable when you ramble, but it’s my turn.” He whispered as he pulled back, I nodded along.

“You’re right that you have no reason to be ashamed, Addy is absolutely adorable and you obviously make an amazing mom. I understand that most guys don’t want this type of responsibility but I like you a lot. Obviously, I’m not a father figure just yet, but I’m not going anywhere. I like you and you’re the first woman in the past few years who can genuinely make me happy just by being there. So, I’m staying in your life until you ask me to leave.”

I felt my tears surface and I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, my heart was so full. “Thank you so much!” I was kissing his cheek repeatedly and he was a giggling mess. “No need to thank me, plus I’m starving and the food smells amazing.” He pulls back and walks into the living room, I was confused as to why since the food was right there.

Then he came back with Addy in his arms, they were laughing about something and my chest felt so light. She wanted to sit by him and they hardly paid any attention to me as I sat there, but that was okay with me. It felt like the first time in forever that I had someone.

“Addy, since you’re done with supper can you go change into your pajamas?” I ask and she nods quickly, jumping out of her chair. I started to pick up everyone’s dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “She’s adorable, y/n. She’s amazing just like her mom.” He was helping me put the dishes up. “Thank you, she’s my pride and joy.” I honestly stated and he grinned.

He walked around and pushed me against the counter. He combed pieces of hair behind my ears, staring at me with a lopsided grin.

“What?” I ask and he just shakes his head. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this complete in the first 3 months of dating someone.” He said quietly and I smiled widely. “Well, you’re not the only one.” I grinned back and he kissed my forehead softly.

“Can I stop by tomorrow?” He asks and I nod. “You can stop by whenever you want,” I spoke softly and he nods. He kissed my lips gently, his cold hands were cupping my cheeks. I felt so complete and he started to smile in the midst of it.

“Ew! Cooties!” We heard Addy yell and we both laughed. He detached from me and went chasing after Addy. He started to kiss her cheeks and lifted her above his head. “I’m going to put her to bed, then we can watch a movie or something.” He smiled at me and my heart was racing. “You don’t have to put her to bed, I’m her mom.” I start to walk forward and he shakes his head. “Mommy, I want him to read me a story!” She yells and I sigh contently. “Okay, just one book though!” I knew how she was about stories.

I give Shawn one last smile before sitting on the couch. I didn’t know I could ever feel this happy, I thought it reached its peak when Addy was born but with the two of them in my life now, I am beyond happy.

lowkey want to make a part 2 to this but like a few months down the line.

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baldwin-montclair · 5 years

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Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 5)

Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC

Timeframe: After the S1 Finale, TV Show canon only (haven’t read the books yet)

Summary: Alisha weighs up Baldwin’s offer whilst dealing with the potential result of making the ‘wrong’ choice.

Tag requests: @christi14 @poemfreak306 @pookie-cleary

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

Alisha woke up to her phone alarm and in a room bigger than the small house she shared with Michael. The bed was a massive, oak, four post affair with sumptuous curtains.

The water temperature in the raindrop shower was perfect, no jiggling taps or sudden cold and hot shocks, just relaxing and blissful. After drying her hair, she decided to check out the fridge to see what she could whip up for breakfast.

Glass of orange juice and a bowl of greek yogurt with strawberries and raspberries, all enjoyed whilst taking in the morning view from the tall windows. Luckily, she had figured out how to close the roof window to avoid freezing the night before.

The night before.

First date and he offered her the world, in exchange for control over a part of it. She understood his message better now in the clear light and with a clearer head. His conditions didn’t seem like much of an imposition. Christina was nice enough and she’d most likely answer if he called anyway.

It’s not like she enjoyed taking the subway.

Her musings were interrupted by the ringing of her phone and, excitedly she checked the caller ID.

Michael.

“Hi.” She answered trying to not sound as disappointed as she felt.

“Don’t ‘hi’ me, the hell are you?” He sounded more worried than angry.

“I texted you last night that I was staying over.”

“What? I didn’t get a...” he trailed off, the sound of button presses replacing his voice, “you’re staying over at ‘Baldwin’s place’, see me tomorrow.” He read the rest of the message he had clearly just seen.

“Mike, chill, I’ll be over in a bit.”

“As soon as possible, there’s much you don’t know.”

“Fine. Bye.” Alisha hung up and called Christina, deciding to honour the promise she’d made Baldwin the night before.

“Good morning Alisha.”

“Uh, hi, listen, I hate to be a nuisance but-”

“I’ll stop you there, you’re not. Now, are you ready to go?”

“Sure, where will I get you?”

“You just wait there, I will come collect you from the apartment.”

“Don’t you need like a key and code?”

“Mr Montclair charged me to be your protector, Alisha, I have a key and code.” She explained cordially.

“Oh, makes sense. Well I guess I’ll just hang here.”

“I should be there in fifteen. Until then.” She hung up and Alisha wondered where she was that she could be there so quickly.

It was, however, enough time to tidy after herself, wash up the dish ware and cutlery, and both glasses from the previous night.

Alisha could tell Christina was about to object when she took shotgun position instead of backseat passenger but didn’t say anything.

“Did you sleep well?” She asked after some time.

“I did, strangely. Usually I can’t sleep well in an unfamiliar place but I was out like a light.”

“I’m happy to hear it.” There was no tone of sarcasm in her voice, just the same friendly yet formal manner.

Although the rest of the journey passed in silence, it was not uncomfortable, in fact, she felt oddly at ease with the other vampire, another mark in the ‘pro’ column.

When they pulled up at the door, Michael got out almost right away, clearly hoping to face Baldwin but faced Christina instead.

“Kris?” He stared in disbelief.

“Hello Mikey!” She smiled, seemingly forgetting her formality.

“Mikey,” Alisha repeated, “you know each other?” She asked.

“Somewhat.” Michael answered guardedly as Alisha tried to get out of the car but found it locked again.

“Are you kidding?” Alisha groaned in annoyance when Christina opened her door.

“Never about security.” She closed the car door behind Alisha and walked back around to the driver’s side.

“So you’re doing Montclair’s errands now?” Michael jibed.

“Bye Mikey, Alisha, you call me if you’re going anywhere!”

Alisha nodded and watched her drive off before turning back to Michael.

“Inside, we need to talk.” He moved aside to let her in and closed the door behind them.

“Look, if this is a lecture-“

“Alisha, stop, I need to tell you something, what I actually found in Venice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I used to be on the Congregation,” he blurted out, taking a seat in his armchair as Alisha sat on the couch, “it was before I agreed to be your mentor but I was there and I still have my contacts.”

Alisha remembered Baldwin mentioning that she should speak to Michael regarding developments.

“Okay, so what’s the news?”

“A witch found the Book of Life, basically tore the entire congregation apart when she skipped off with Matthew De Clermont, your boyfriend’s brother.”

She understood a little more about Baldwin’s statement regarding his brother calling him rarely being a good thing.

“Where are they now?”

“We don’t know. Initially they went to France but where after that, the Daemons weren’t informed.”

“When you say ‘skipped off’.”

“Mated, apparently.”

“A witch and a vampire?” She asked, incredulous.

“Aren’t you seeing a vampire.”

“Neither vampires nor witches hate us, they just don’t consider us a threat.”

“I think Montclair knows more about their location than he claims.” Michael states, watching her carefully.

“He hasn’t mentioned it to me if that’s what you’re suggesting, nor will I ask him.” She stated defiantly despite knowing that Michael may be correct in assertion, given Baldwin’s concern and admission that they were ‘beyond his protection’.

“Okay!” Michael help up his hands in mock surrender.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“That? No, that was just recent developments. I wanted to talk to you about this.”

He opened his laptop and showed her the same fresco from the previous night. A very beautiful depiction of the Roman goddess Diana with various animals surrounding her.

“I’ve seen this already.”

“I know, but look at this!” Michael tapped a button and an overlaid pattern of Latin characters over the animals. Beneath the photo he had arranged the letters in a line.

“Hold on,” she noticed the significance of the letters, “you think that’s music?”

“Maybe, can you play it?”

“Sure.” Alisha went to her room and retrieved the old violin her parents her bought her, it was her practice instrument.

She studied the notes before playing the melody, a beautiful, haunting and almost familiar song before stopping abruptly.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

“That’s it.”

“No, there’s more, the melody is not complete.” She answered with forceful confidence.

“Okay, I hear you. There were two other sites he was going to show me, I haven’t decoded the second one yet and the third one, the property had been closed off due to the purchase of the building.”

“So? Just talk to the owner-”

“No, I won’t be doing that.”

“Why?”

“It was purchased by another member of the Congregation, Gerbert D’Aurillac, vampire, not to be trifled with.”

“Why does he want it, what’s it for?”

Michael glanced at her then away, as though weighing up his options.

“Michael, what is it?”

“Something big,” he answered cryptically, “something that explains our place in this world, something that’ll make the witches and vampires see us as equals, not as pawns in their power struggle.”

“What does this Gerbert guy have to do with that?”

“I don’t know yet but I’ll keep working on the second fresco.”

She nodded in agreement, heading out the room towards her bedroom to get ready for that night’s performance.

“Do me a favour,” he stopped her, “don’t tell Montclair about this, or Kris or anyone for that matter. This knowledge could be dangerous in the wrong hands.”

“Fine,” she answered simply, “this is your wheelhouse, not my secret to tell.”

“Will you be back later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be home after the show, you just get that finished, I wanna hear the next part.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

The gathered orchestra stood in the amphitheatre having been directed there by a notice on the backstage door, no other explanation.

After a few moments, a short, elderly man joined them, a daemon, Alisha’s senses picked that up when he glanced around the group and landed on her.

“My name is Brian Cassidy. Unfortunately, Jonathan had to be let go and I will now be standing in as musical director as per request of the board.”

A confused murmur rippled amongst them.

“I understand this is sudden but we want to get back to normalcy, yes?”

Unenthusiastic agreements responded to his request.

“Splendid, that is all.” He dismissed them.

“What’d Jonathan do?” Susan asked nobody in particular but Scott responded with a shrug.

“Beats me, he was a stand-up guy.”

“Yeah, this new MD seems like a total-”

“Alisha Black,” he again addressed the crowd, “where is Alisha, I’d like a word.”

“Great!” She told her colleagues with a considerable amount of sarcasm and approached the fellow daemon. He waited until everyone had left before he addressed her.

“I think we can dispense with the formalities, Alisha.”

“Okay...” she responded, unsure what he was getting at.

“I am the primary shareholder of this company and I am concerned about the attention you are bringing to our door.”

“What kind of attention are you concerned about?”

“I prefer to remain outside of creature politics, having a daemon associated with a vampire on the congregation is not desirable.”

Alisha stared at him in shock.

“Have you been spying on me?”

“Call it protecting an investment.”

“Listen-”

“No, you listen! It’s not just about the politics, if you were seeing a witch or any other vampire, I wouldn’t even be here.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Baldwin Montclair, de Clermont, is the ruin of our kind, the reason we cannot gather in communities while the witches and the vampires do as they wish. You are a talented musician but I will not have De Clermont’s pet lead my orchestra, I would shut the doors first.”

“Are you firing me?”

“I’m warning you. If you do not cut ties with him, I will be forced to let you go, it’s your decision. I expect it by tomorrow.” He walked away, leaving her dumbfounded.

Two ultimatums in as many days.

Alisha did not want to talk, or think. She didn’t call Christina, instead, she allowed Scott to drop her off by the subway.

By the time she walked in the front door she just wanted to collapse on her bed, go to sleep, wake up the next day with all the answers.

Unfortunately, she caught the subtle scent of incense from Baldwin’s coat and it stopped her in her tracks.

Could she walk away from the first chair, a position that took years to earn and would take years to earn again in a different company?

All for what?

She didn’t know what the terms were, the assurances or what happens when he gets bored of her, how many ‘Nightingales’ does he have, all questions to which she knows no answers.

Yes, she was extremely and hopelessly attracted to him but that wasn’t reason enough to abandon everything she had worked for, that would be insane.

“Michael, what exactly is a ‘Nightingale’?” She called out before entering the living room, she would at least get the perspective of someone who was familiar with the concept.

There was no answer.

Alisha rolled her eyes, Michael got into a flow whilst working where he could not hear anything and instead prepared herself to shake him out of it.

What greeted her instead, was a scene she could never prepare herself for.

Papers and books lay strewn around the room.

Michael lay amongst the mess, eyes open and empty of life, an obvious bite mark on the side of his neck and a smashed computer beside him.

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PART 6

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