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thesoftestpunk · 1 year

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I want you, Baby I need you

Summary: your friend tells you someone may like you and so stupidly, you begin to think about them a little differently

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: I feel like my brain fog made the pacing weird :/

Warnings: bullying, girls being mean :(, lots of fluff and pining!!

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Pt.2

“Guess what?” One of your teammates, Christina, asks the second you place your tray down on the table, looking too smug for your liking. Before you can even ask, she’s talking over you. “The freak has a crush on you.”

“Who?” You genuinely forget who she’s referring to for a second, but her scoff seems to jog your memory. “Oh. Eddie Munson?”

“Who else?” She sneers, and everyone else around you laughs like it’s some huge joke, but you’re certain she isn’t joking. “God, how embarrassing.”

Your cheeks burn as they laugh even harder. You let out a weak chuckle, feeling the world around you shrink and become suffocating.

“Yeah,” you let out, trying to play along. “Could you imagine? Me and him?”

You blatantly refuse to call him a freak. Since moving into town two years ago, you quickly learned city life and small town life were completely different worlds. Despite falling in with the semi-popular crowd by joining the swimming team, you understood the struggle Eddie and his friends had to go through. You weren’t freak status back home, but you weren’t popular either. Not always well known, but always well liked, and your new friends teasing him about the rumor makes you worry about it spreading. For your sake and not his. You don’t want to deal with any sort of teasing from anyone.

Guilt crawls up your throat as you steal a glance toward his table, catching his eye as he curiously looks on at the boisterous scene going on around you. You give a quick smile, which probably comes off as more of a wince, and turn back around. In all honesty, he hasn’t been on your radar. You don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s loud, labeled The Freak of Hawkins High, and has made a scene or two in class.

“Oh god,” Christina sighs out, wiping nonexistent tears from her eyes. “Pathetic.”

Humming half heartedly, you focus on shoving your shitty school food around your tray instead of eating it, a sudden pit sitting heavy in your stomach. Because Eddie having a crush on you actually felt flattering.

You choose to sit next to him in English, even give a small smile when you sit. There’s still time before the bell rings, and you find yourself glancing over at him. You open and close your mouth, uncertain of what to say until the words suddenly come tumbling out.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

For a second he doesn’t realize you’re talking to him until the silence makes him look up and realize you’re staring straight at him, expectantly. He points to himself as if asking ‘me?’ eyebrows raised and his already wide doe eyes getting even wider. And you nod while fighting off a smile.

“Why d’you wanna know?” He eyes you suspiciously, certain that whatever information you’re about to get out of him is going to get back to your friends and fuel the constant fire over his head.

“I dunno,” you shrug a shoulder, but you’re honest. What the fuck were you supposed to say to Eddie Munson anyway? He was intimidating as hell because he put himself in the spotlight like it was nothing. It isn’t like you hate attention, but too much makes you nauseous. “Thinking about getting one, I guess?”

“You guess?” His head tilts, causing his hair to cascade over his shoulder. Of course he would be defensive. Christina was just making fun of him less than an hour ago.

“It’s- forget it,” you shake your head. You can’t believe you would trust your nasty, mean friends when they said he had a crush on you.

Turning back to the front of the classroom, you wait painfully for the bell to ring, and once it does, the room fills quickly with slightly out of breath students. A couple of your teammates wave at you until you finally break and they gesture wildly, asking ‘what the fuck are you doing sitting next to him?’ All you can do is give an apologetic shrug and decide you’ll lie to them later and say it was the only seat you could find. They just roll their eyes and pull out their textbooks.

“Five.” Eddie’s voice surprises you.

Turning your head, you hope no one sees when you ask. “Did they hurt?”

“No, ‘course not.” He bites back a smile, trying to act all tough.

“Liar.” Your nose scrunches and it makes him laugh at how cute it is.

You don’t mean to, truly, but now you look out for Eddie in the halls, stare at him during class, and hope for one more conversation. One that’s less embarrassing, but you do hope. Despite your friend's relentless teasing after English class the other day, you give a small wave back anytime he gives you one. You never initiate first, too shy and afraid it’ll lead to more teasing. This way you can just say you’re being polite when you wave back and they see, but more often than not, they’re too caught up in their own little worlds. Even though you’re scared they’ll tease, you keep an eye out for him and you learn more than you ever knew before. He’s polite. He lets the cheerleaders walk ahead if they bump into each other at a corner in the hall. One arm is tucked behind his back as he sweeps the other out and he bows a little. They give him weird looks respectively, but he just smiles and moves on. He might joke around with his friends, but if you listen closely, you can hear the kindness and compliments hidden underneath the meaning of his words. The group is small, but he holds the same amount of care for each and every one of them. Including his ‘little sheepies’ which you don’t fully understand, but he used a lot of words you don’t understand, and you thought you were smart. After a little investigating, you learn some of them are made up, but you seem to like the fact that he’s nerdy and into this series called Lord of the Rings.

You’re starting to like Eddie.

“Oh my God,” Christina moves in your line of sight, in front of him. You’d positioned yourself at the cafeteria table so you didn’t have to turn around to subtly watch him anymore. “Are you staring at the freaks?”

“Stop calling them that,” you roll your eyes. “You know I hate that.”

She crosses her arms defensively. “Just, you know, being honest. What’s so interesting about them anyway?”

“Nothing.” You mutter, going back to nibbling on the shitty cardboard pizza they served today.

She turns around and gets the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen from her when her eyes connect with Eddie’s.

“Holy shit. You’ve got a crush on The freak!”

“Christina!” You swat at her, but it’s too late. Everyone else at your table already heard and is staring at you incredulously. “I- I do not.”

“Puh-lease. You’ve been making googly eyes at him for weeks at this point!”

“It hasn’t been weeks,” you mutter under your breath.

“Ew!” Another one of the girls scrunches her nose and jabs a thumb in his direction. “Him?”

“Better be careful, Y/N,” another taunts. “Don’t wanna find you in the woods. I heard he, like, sacrificed a girl out there last year. No one’s heard from her since.”

“Oh my god, me too!” Christina pretends to look concerned. “You think that’s what happened to Nancy’s friend too? What was her name? Bev?”

“Didn’t he like…” the girl to your left leans in and stage whispers, but she could be heard from across the room if you listened hard enough. None of them understood the concept of speaking at a normal volume. “Bite a bat's head off?”

“That was actually Ozzy Ozbourne!” Eddie leans so far back in the chair that the two front legs don’t touch the ground, one of his legs lifted so the bottom of his dirty Reebok’s supports his weight against the table.

You’re mortified at the idea that Eddie has heard every single word, but he was at the other end of the long table today.

“Ugh,” Christina rolls her eyes again before turning to face him. “As if we know that freak either!”

“Tina,” you hiss, not wanting to start a scene over this nonsense.

“Whatever. You don’t have a crush.” She fully faces the table again and starts talking about the party at Jason’s after the game on Friday.

You go to throw an apologetic look at Eddie, but find him missing from the table, and a couple of his friends send glares your way, making you shrink in shame.

Eddie isn’t in English, or History, and you find out through the grapevine he skips the rest of the day entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do, but you feel like it’s your fault. The days leading up to the party, he seems to avoid you, eyes darting away quickly and showing up late enough to class that it’s guaranteed there’s no free seats around you. Christina seems to take notice of your sour mood, but only asks once. You lie and say you’re fine, but you feel sick to your stomach. You never actively partook in the bullying, but you never stopped it either.

The day of the game finally rolls around, filled with school spirit and a pep rally, but once again Eddie is nowhere to be found. Not that he’d ever attended a pep rally in his whole high school career, but you at least expected to spot him at lunch. He’s even absent from your shared classes. After school, you hang around in the parking lot, wasting time before you all have to go home and get ready for the game. You frown as you observe his friends, chatting away aimlessly and occasionally throwing candy around. They hang around what you think is Eddie’s van, but if he skipped all day, why would he be here now?

“Hey,” Christina’s voice surprises you, quiet and genuine. “Just us girls… you have a crush on Munson?”

“I…” you trail off, surprised she isn’t faking her valley girl voice, and you feel like you can trust her once again since you met her two years ago. She wasn’t your first friend in Hawkins, but you had been close when you first joined the team. “I dunno. He’s actually kinda sweet. Maybe?”

“Seriously?” And then she guffaws, catching you off guard once more. “Ugh, grody! Guys, Y/N actually has a crush on Munson!”

“I- I didn’t say that!” You can’t believe Christina would do something like that. As you watch them all laugh and tease, you wonder when they all got so mean and why you started letting them get away with it.

“You said maybe. That’s, like, totally a yes!”

“Like it’s such a bad thing to have a crush on me?”

Everyone quiets as you slowly turn around to find Eddie standing there, hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket.

“Eddie, I…” you aren’t even sure what to say as he glares down at you.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging around you, Munson.” Christina’s voice makes you squeeze your eyes shut in frustrated embarrassment. “Even your parents couldn’t stand to stay around. Must be hard having a cultist son. Fucking embarrassing.”

The lot gets so quiet, you can hear the grinding of his teeth as he sets his jaw. He doesn’t even dignify her with a response, turning and walking away before anyone can see the red staining his cheeks.

“Tina… that was major harsh.” One of the girls breaks the silence.

“Oh, eat my shorts, Janice. Are we getting ready at my house or not?”

Everyone seems to hesitate but Christina was captain of the team. No one was going to say no. Well, no one but you.

“I’ve, um, got a thing. I’ll meet you guys at the game.” You glance over toward Eddie, watching as he harshly shoves his shoulder back to avoid one of his friends' hands.

You shouldn’t go to the game, but you do.

Janice called you from Christina’s house, sounding hopeful. You promised to be there, despite your whole body screaming at you to just stay home. Janice promises the whole thing will blow over by Monday, and something else will come along. But it won’t just blow over with Eddie. You know that. He had looked so hurt when you turned around to face him. In all the years of getting bullied, that was the first time he showed anyone what their words did to him. And it was your fault.

You had promised Janice you’d be there, but when you stand outside the gymnasium, you can’t make yourself go in. Can’t make yourself face who you thought were your friends. So, you walk down a path between the large building and the school and take out a key. The pool was somewhat separated, but you could still hear the muffled band playing when you entered the echoey room. You keep a spare swimsuit in your locker for this exact situation. The sport helped clear your mind and you needed to get rid of the image of Eddie’s broken look.

You swim even after the cheering and the band stops. You swim until you feel like your limbs are going to fall off, and even though you don’t want to, you shower off the chlorine. As you step out into the somewhat cool autumn air, a double door bursts open, and the kids that come spilling out make you stop.

His little sheepies. Which means…

Fuck.

Eddie is the last one out, smile so wide you can’t help but wonder if it hurts. They all talk over each other, but Eddie just seems to watch over in pride. You take a step back into the shadows, hoping your bright multicolored windbreaker doesn’t give you away.

“Hey!” Is that… Steve Harrington? “You guys were supposed to be done an hour ago.”

“The campaign ends when it ends, Steve!” One of them retorts back.

“Yeah, well, I don’t have all night Henderson. Let’s go!”

All three freshmen rush to Steve’s BMW and scramble inside. He and Eddie share a nod before he gets in and peels out of the lot, and you can still hear all of them shouting in excitement. The other three seniors exchange goodbyes before parting ways, but Eddie sticks behind. Neither of you move until all the cars are gone except for his van and yours. Why the fuck hasn’t he moved?

“Is it just you?” Eddie finally speaks, turning toward your piss poor excuse of a hiding spot. “Or is the rest of the team waiting somewhere?”

“I’m- I’m alone.” It scares you once you realize you’re the only two on the property. Probably the only two within a few miles at this point. “Look, I’m really sorry about them. Christina especially. I don’t know when she got so…”

“Bitchy?”

That makes you breathe out a laugh, not realizing you were holding your breath. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

It’s quiet for a moment as he shifts his weight to his other leg, observing you and the whole situation.

“Do you want to sit by the pool and talk?” It’s starting to feel pretty creepy outside, and the cold night wasn’t helping your wet hair.

“I thought it was locked after hours.”

You hold up the bronze key, but offer up an explanation anyway. “My uncle is actually the coach. He got me into swimming competitively in the first place. Technically I’m not allowed to bring friends in but…”

“Good thing I’m not really a friend.” He walks past you and you’re a bit frozen in place, not believing he accepted.

You’re nervous as you unlock the door once more and wave him inside like he would but you give an awkward curtsy. As he’s turning in a small circle to take in how the water reflects off the walls and ceiling, you slip off your shoes and roll up your jeans as far as you can go. He begins to do the same when he sees you sticking your feet in the water.

“Jesus Chri-! That’s cold!” His voice bounces off the walls, and your laughter follows.

“Well, yeah, most pools are.” You tuck your hands underneath your thighs and move your right leg around in small circles, disrupting the water. “Didn’t see you at the game.”

“That kind of stuff is bullshit. Forced conformity.” Before he goes on a rant, he looks at the sly smile on your face, as if you were going to enjoy this topic of conversation. But he knew you’d react either of two ways if he kept on. Confused, or freaked out. So he leans back on his palms and tries to act casual. “And if I’m guessing right, you weren’t there either.”

“Didn’t feel like it.” You give a halfhearted shrug. “Christina really… what she said about your parents— I just don’t see her the same anymore. I don’t know how it happened, but she just got so mean, and everyone’s too scared to say anything because she's the captain. Sorry, I’m- ranting.”

“Christina wasn’t far off.”

The admission bounces around as you look at him.

“Eddie…”

“It was forever ago.” He kicks the water, causing a small splash. “Aren’t you co-captain anyway?”

“Yeah? So?” You didn’t think he would know that, and it makes you feel all mushy inside that he knows something so simple about you.

“So don’t you have us much say as her?”

“With her tyrannical rule? No way.”

“No shame in running, but sometimes you gotta be the hero.”

“Yeah,” you scoff. “I’m sure getting to Mordor would be easier than standing up to Christina.”

“You’ve read…?”

“No.” That’s a half lie. “Well, sorta. I haven’t gotten very far. I don’t know if it’s my thing, but you talk about it so much, I wanted to check out all the hype.”

Eddie looks taken aback, mouth hung open.

“Is that what dungeons and dragons is?” You ask curiously, which seems to take him back even more. “I mean everybody says it’s bad, but it’s just nerd shit, right? Sorry, I didn’t mean—“

“It is nerd shit.” He straightens his back at the new topic of conversation. “All it is, is tabletop fantasy role play. Doesn’t have to be like Lord of the Rings. You could have a whole western fantasy campaign. Maybe even in space.” He’s ranting, and god does he know it, but you lean in instead of awkwardly looking away like everyone else does.

“Campaign…?”

“Well, it’s…” Eddie thinks for a moment before explaining in the most simple of terms how a campaign works. You nod along, enthralled by every detail, even when he derails and starts rambling about character class and stats. He rambles on about their current campaign to help explain better, and he uses silly voices and moves animatedly. You laugh, but not at him. He continues to tease, loving your laugh and that you aren’t making fun of him. His arms flail a bit and he gives a few teasing nudges, but in his excitement he forgets his strength.

“Wait, Eddie-!” You fall in the water, grabbing on to him in an attempt to stop, but end up pulling him down with you. The both of you come up spluttering, but you end up laughing at the mop of hair on his head.

“Shit,” he laughs nervously. “It’s deep.”

“Wait. Can you swim?”

“Well, I’m no athlete, but yeah. I can swim.”

“Well…” you swim forward, a sly smile creeping its way onto your face. “Might as well, right? We’re already in here. You’ll want your jacket off, though. It’s gonna be too much dead weight.”

“Right, I’ll uh…”

“Here, I’ll keep us afloat while you get it off.”

Before he can understand what’s happening, you wrap your arms around his waist, your face entirely too close to his. With what little space you have, you can see freckles splashing across his face, and you chew on the inside of your cheek to keep your composure. He avoids eye contact as he struggles out of the leather, the tip of his tongue making a surprise appearance, before tossing the jacket aside and it lands with a loud wet slap.

“Cool. Now good luck catching me!” You splash him a little harsher than you had intended, but you make a dash to escape.

“You’re gonna regret that!”

You’re a lot better at swimming than he is, almost too fast to be caught, but you slow down after awhile on purpose. As his hand wraps around your ankle, making you squeal, you tell yourself you did it to not wear him out and frustrate him. That you didn’t want to anger him, as he’s pulling you into him and dunking both of you under water. You struggle against his arms, but he’s strong. You can feel the unexpected muscle against your hands, but he lets you go too soon and you both come up gasping for air.

“Told ya.” water sprays a bit from his mouth as his chest heaves.

“You cheated.”

“I never cheat, sweetheart.” He wades toward you slowly, dropping down just until his mouth sinks into the water.

“Eddie Munson, don’t you dare,” you warn but your tone is too light. “You dunk me again, I’ll- I’ll make sure you smell like chlorine for a week.”

He doesn’t listen, and you swim backward until your back crashes into the tiled wall. The cold sends a shiver down your spine. Definitely not the way Eddie comes back up, water dripping from his chin and his arms blocking you in on either side of you. His eyes drop to your lips and you find yourself breathing heavily for a completely different reason, your chest brushing against his with every inhale. Neither of you make a move, just admiring every detail you can while breathing each other's air. Just when you think he might, a loud bang comes from one of the locker rooms, making you both jump and look around frantically. You find yourself gripping one of his forearms tightly in shock.

“We should- we should probably get out.” No one else had access to the pool except your uncle, but you doubted he would come by at midnight. He trusted you to not fool around, and you really hadn’t let him down until now. “I swear the locker rooms are haunted.”

Still, you don’t move until he does, and swim to the nearest ladder to get out. The only sound is the water from your clothes dripping on the floor, and suddenly you feel exhausted. Your clothes feel heavy as they cling to your skin. Without discussing it, you both start peeling your clothes off, slightly turned away to give each other privacy. As you’re wringing out your shirt, you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Eddie, and catch the way his shoulder blades move while he does the same. His eyes catch yours and you smile sheepishly before turning back around. You’re both down to your underwear, unsure of how to proceed.

“We should shower. Alone I mean. You can go to the boys’. There’s towels.” You speed walk away, too self conscious to hang around too long.

“Wait!” He follows you quickly, careful not to slip. “You’re just gonna drop the fact that the locker rooms are haunted and then leave me alone to fend for myself?”

Your footsteps slow, and you let out a small huff because you know you know you’ll feel guilty until the end of time if you do that to him.

“There’s going to be rules, Munson.”

“Oh, of course.” He agrees quietly.

“We go in at the same time and undress fully in our own shower. You’re not to come out until I have, and even then, you’re not to look anywhere but your own shower. When I say it’s okay, you can leave, got it?”

“I think you forgot the part about the towels.”

“Do not make me regret this.”

You’ve never been so self conscious showering until now. Even with a zero percent chance of Eddie seeing you naked, you worry, but you also think about the fact that he’s in the same exact state you’re in right now. That somehow makes the whole thing feel way too intimate, and you can’t believe the first time you got to hang out with your -possible- crush, you both end up naked. If that basic, no detailed rumor got out, you’d surely die of embarrassment. Turning around, you place your face underneath the stream of water, trying so hard to not think about the small glimpse of his torso that you got. The dark patch of hair sneaking underneath his boxers that clung to his thighs from the water.

“So, are you from Hawkins?” His voice brings you out of your wandering thoughts. You quickly turn the knob from hot to cold in hopes that it keeps you calm.

“My parents are.” Looking down, you watch the water swirl around at your feet. “My grandmother got sick and my uncle couldn’t take care of her by himself. So, we packed up and moved back here, but I can tell my parents are happy to be back home. It’s less demanding than the city.”

“The uncle being coach thing makes a lot more sense now.”

“Not a lot of people know actually.” You turn the water off completely, and wrap your arms around your torso self consciously. “I’m getting out now.”

It isn’t the easiest topic of conversation, but when she had first gotten sick two years ago, your mother went to stay with her for the three months she had been told she would live. When it was clear she was going to hang on longer than expected, they decided it would just be better to move permanently and the old lady was still sticking around. Despite being so sick, you liked hanging out with her most afternoons. Even if she forgot who you were.

You carefully walk out of the shower, towel wrapped around yourself tightly, and as you pass by the stall that Eddie is in, you catch a glimpse in the crack between the curtain and wall. All you manage to catch is the back of his head, arms extended upward to wash out whatever shampoo you’d let him borrow. He begins to turn and you look away with your cheeks burning. You attempt to dry your hair underneath one of the hand dryers, and it isn't long when Eddie comes out, damp boxers back on and using the towel you gave him to rub his hair dry. He pauses seeing you kneeled down, holding the towel to your chest so that nothing gets exposed and he realizes he forgot to wait for your okay, but you don’t seem to mind as you give a soft smile.

“I’ll grab our clothes.” He says when the dryer finally turns off and leaves you to get somewhat decent.

He’s suddenly so quiet as he hands over your clothes, no witty comment or joke as the two of you get dressed. All there is between you are stolen glances and nervous smiles. Once fully clothed again, you walk beside him, feeling a little stiff. Not from how your cold clothes stick to you, but from nerves. The soft lights from the pool make his face glow, and your stomach drops in the best way possible. He gets the door for you, and waits with his hands stuffed in his jacket as you lock up. The grass crunches underneath your footsteps, dry from the temperature and lack of rain. Neither of you speak, until you hit the parking lot, cars too far from each other to continue walking together.

“Were they right?” You ask before he gets a chance to escape, arms anxiously crossed over your chest. “My friends. ‘Cause if they were… I think I have one too.”

“Have what?”

Shit. You were too vague.

“A crush, dummy.”

Realization dawns on his face as he absorbs your confession. He can’t believe it, and the worst smallest part of him thinks you’ve done this whole thing as a joke, and someone is going to pop out with a camera to capture how big of an idiot he’s been. All that happens is you chew on your bottom lip, anxiously waiting for an answer, and he's leaving your heart out in the open for too long.

“Yes, yeah, they were right.” He watches how you smile and takes a mental image to last forever. “I’m not really quiet about anything.”

“I just never expected…” you shake your head and look at your feet. “You. You’ve just so suddenly become this big thing in my life.”

Eddie barely has to take a step to be close enough to take your face in his hands and lift your head up to pull you into a searing kiss. It’s so unexpected that you laugh in surprise against his lips, but he smiles at the sound. When you’ve settled down, you move your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, eager to feel his heartbeat slow to match the rhythm of your own. He kisses you so sweetly, you really do think he’s a gentleman. A quick slip of his tongue doesn’t change your mind either.

“If you don’t stop me,” he gets out between kisses. “We’ll be here all night sweetheart.”

“I like that idea,” you tease as his lips move along your jawline, and down your neck. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you focus on every feeling.

Eddie pulls back, showing some self restraint and you almost whine at the loss of contact.

“You’re gonna get a cold if you stay out here.”

“So will you!”

“I’m going to walk you to your car, and you’re going to go home and get all snuggled in bed, okay?” He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, the ghost of a smile ever present.

“Fine.”

Eddie takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and walks the short distance to your car. You make no move to enter, back pressed against the driver side door, and grab him by his jacket. He braces himself with one arm, looking down at you, his other hand stroking your cheek with the back of his pointer finger. The featherlight touch makes you shiver, and you find yourself getting lost in his almost pitch black eyes. Those eyes that are so beautiful and full of lashes, that a cow would be jealous. You pull him in for another kiss, arms wrapping underneath his jacket and around his small waist. He groans into your mouth, not wanting to leave if you were going to kiss him slowly like that.

“I’m personally thanking Christina on Monday.” He gives your knuckles a quick kiss before taking a few steps backwards, not wanting to look away, and turning for his own vehicle.

Christina’s head almost explodes when he does exactly that and plants a kiss on your lips in the cafeteria, but you just act innocent when you take his outstretched hand and move to sit with him at his table. It felt good, and it felt even better when you give her the finger when she wouldn’t stop staring.

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femboydagothur · 1 year

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Hey! For the TESblr OC Ask Game, I wanna ask: Acrobat for Lyrra Witchhunter and Spellsword for Crowe Monk for Nireya

Assassin for Ri'Saari Feel free to ignore or answer whatever you want however you want! ✨💯👏

hey !! thank you for asking

Acrobat: What keeps your character going? What are they in this all for?

lyrra is so tired. she didn't ask to be some prophesied warrior! she doesn't want to go questing across vvardenfell and beyond. she was abandoned as a baby, and grew up with stories of the tribunal like everybody else, but as she got older something started nagging at her, that something was wrong. the feeling got so strong that, when she arrived back in morrowind, she couldn't ignore it any longer. her journey is mostly a quest for truth, and to make that voice in her head go away. but she doesn't have to like it!

Witchhunter: What is something people don’t know about your character?

crowe and brynjolf actually briefly considered marriage. he's secretly kind of a traditional guy. crowe thought it might help her blend in, now that she was thrust in the spotlight as some "savior of tamriel." they decided that it wouldn't work, though, and their relationship has been a little tense ever since.

Spellsword: How does your character feel about themself? How is their sense of self preservation? Their ego?

crowe has no sense of self preservation whatsoever. that's why she keeps being labelled a hero: she keeps doing crazy things, expecting to either die, or... not die, and do something else. she has never had a plan for the future, because she can't fathom surviving that long, despite having persevered for over 50 years. she is confident in her abilities, but she doesn't particularly like herself.

Monk: What was your character’s childhood like? How was their family?

nireya was born to two thalmor agents in the summerset isles. she was gifted in illusion magic from an early age, and the thalmor controlled every aspect of her life, training her as a spy. she wasn't treated very well, but she was led to believe she was doing the right thing, and that the thalmor had her best interests at heart. it wasn't until her assignment in skyrim, to oversee and prevent the execution of ulfric stormcloak, went awry and she discovered her talents as dragonborn that she realized she would be taken advantage of by the thalmor, and went on the run. until then, she didn't question her upbringing at all.

Assassin: Does your character have a dark side? Have they committed any crimes? If they began their journey in prison, how did they end up there?

ri'saari is an assassin and thief. growing up in the imperial city, her mother was very poor and very sick, and ri'saari learned that she could provide for her this way at a young age. she started out by luring men and women away from taverns with the promise of cheap sex. she would then rob them of everything they had on their person. if they resisted, or fought back... well, that's when she started killing. it was out of self defense, she told herself, but each time, she got better at doing it. quickly, quietly, hiding the body, the works.

when her mother passed away, she found out the healer that was supposed to be treating her was giving her placebo potions. they were paying him all this time and the potions didn't do anything. that was the first time she killed someone outright, out of anger.

she ended up in prison because of a heist gone wrong. she was stealing cargo from a ship docked in the imperial city, when she was caught by none other than the ship's captain. luckily, they threw her in the wrong cell, and she escaped with the blades.

she ventured away from the imperial city after this, and after a murder she committed outside of bruma, lucien lachance found and recruited her. she has been living in cheydinhal since.

and her relationship with lucien totally won't end very similarly to her mother, ha ha ha, *sweats*

#crowe #nireya #lyrra #ri'saari #ask game #blktooth #tysm for asking !!!!

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hi!! could you write a fic where the reader meets ward and rose for the first time and they’re surprised because rafe doesn’t bring girls to meet his parents but they really like her and think she can be good for him? sorry if it seems like a lot, i suck at explaining 😩 but thank you for reading this 🤍🤍

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | i want you to

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | rafe cameron x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | to much of his father and stepmom’s surprise, rafe brings y/n to tanneyhill for a family dinner

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ooc rafe, fluff, language/swearing, semi-soft rafe

𝐚\𝐧 | hi!! so i’m going to give this a go because i really love the concept so let’s see what i come up with <3 thanks for the ask!

The OBX sun was just what you needed as you lied in your bikini on the deck of your boyfriend Rafe’s boat. The soft hum of the speaker played from somewhere in the cabin adding the perfect amount of essence to your blissful mood.

You feel yourself drifting off but a pair of large hands rubbing lotion into your back brings you back to your senses. “You’re going to burn this fragile skin I love so much.” Rafe says leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade.

You smile softly, your eyes still closed but the sound of his voice alone makes you giddy. “I like the sun kissed feeling, what can I say Cameron.” He kisses your shoulder again, your neck, your cheek, your nose and then your eyelids. “Open your eyes for me pretty girl I wanna ask you something.”

You turn over so your lying on your back and facing him, he puts his arms on either side of your waist caging you in. When you open your eyes he’s thankfully blocking the sun but if he wasn’t he’d still manage to steal the spotlight. He beams down at you, his dimples making you smile right back at him.

“What is it?” You prop yourself up on your forearms, squinting at him.

“Remember when I said I wanted to spend the whole day together? Like from breakfast to dinner.” He replies almost sounding unsure of something.

“Mhm.”

He looks off in the distance for a moment, breaking your gaze. “What do you think about coming over for dinner tonight?” He returns his eyes to you trying to gage your answer.

Your eyes widened in the slightest bit and you didn’t say anything for a moment, you were shocked he was asking. Sure he was pretty romantic and lovey-dovey when it came to your relationship but before you two were actually together he would of never thought of bringing a girl home.

“If you’re not up for it tonight or something it’s fine we can do it some other time but I-” He began his nervous ramble he always did but you cut him off quickly. “I’d love to Rafe, of course.”

“You would? Really?” His grin so wide it makes you gush. This side of Rafe was the one he’d saved just for you, he was so sweet when he wanted to be. You could never figure out what you did to make Rafe Cameron so soft.

“What do you mean would I? If you want me there, I’m there RC.” You tease him with the nickname he absolutely hated. “You’re kinda perfect y’know that?” He softens his grin and kisses you again.

You shrug your shoulders with a sigh. “I’m aware.” Your grin becoming cocky like, Rafe shakes his head at you with a matching smile.

“Only if you’re sure though. I’m happy to come but I don’t want you to overthink it okay?” You turn serious, scanning his face looking for that look you knew he carried whenever he was uneasy.

“You kidding? Baby I’d have you at every Cameron dinner if I didn’t know they might scare you off.” Rafe says, scoffing.

“You act like I’ve never met them before. Did we not grow up together or was that just me fantasizing?” You tease.

“Oh so you fantasized about me, yeah?” He leans down making you fall flat on your back , his lips slide into that sideways smirk. So devious, you think. You laugh at his response, he engulfs your giggles with a kiss and smiles against you.

You pull back from him and hold his chin up. “I thought you knew me better then that Cameron, nothing scares me.” You kiss him once again.

—

You and Rafe spend the rest of the day on the Druthers. By the time the sun was setting you realized you still had to get ready, you had to force him to let you out of the spot between his legs.

“Rafe I’m serious, we need to go. I cant show up smelling like sunscreen and with no makeup.” You’re practically whining now, if that’s what it takes.

“You mean you can’t wear a bikini forever?” He fakes a gasp and finally releases you.

“I don’t think your parents are gonna appreciate my half naked body as much as you do babe.” You say as you gather your belongings scattered about. “Shit Rafe what am I gonna wear?

“Nothing. I think you should wear nothing.” He says, eyes trailing your body. Clearly his mind is elsewhere. “Shut up. C’mon we need to get back.” You swat at him.

“Hey hey hold on a sec.” He’s grabbing at your arm before you can walk off. He pulls you into his side where he’s still sat, holding your hand in his lap. He looks at you like he’s looking into you. You can’t help the nervous laugh that escapes your throat because of the way he’s fixated on you. “What?”

He continues staring, taking you in. Your hair half dry from swimming, your curls are his favourite. The freckles that pepper your skin even more noticeable when the sun hits them. To say I'm infatuated with you would be an understatement, he thinks.

"Rafe come on! Seriously, we both need to get ready. Also I can drive over when I'm ready, that way you won't have to drive me back when it's dark and-" Your rambling is cut short when he kisses you yet again. "I love you." He says it so effortlessly, cradling your head in between his hands as he swipes a wet strand of hair from your face.

His eyes so blue, god you loved his eyes. You felt your shoulders relax at his words, you lean your face into the palm of his hand as he presses a kiss to your temple. "It's not you I'm worried about, it's them. So let me do all the worrying while you sit and look pretty, yeah?" He kisses your nose. You're not sure if the gesture was an attempt to calm you down or him but it worked on your behalf.

Rafe had dropped you off at your family's dock and had told you he'd pick you up at seven, he was already sailing away before you could protest.

By the time you had showered, finally found an outfit and done some light makeup you could hear Rafe downstairs. You check your phone seeing that it's only six'thirty. You knew seven meant that he'd show up no later then he did now. You learnt that the first month you dated Rafe Cameron.

"Is your sister upstairs?" You hear Rafe ask your little brother, Cason.

You make your way down the stairs but not quite in their eyesight yet.

"Yeah, wanna play a quick round on Xbox?" Cason asks your boyfriend. You knew he favored Rafe a lot and it meant so much to you. As you finish rounding the stairs Rafe replies with a 'sure' just before his eyes fall on you. You wore a sage slip dress that ended mid-thigh, Rafe could've sworn your legs went on for days.

"Cason we have to go to dinner, remember?" You smile briefly at Rafes reaction as you slip on a dressy pair of sandals.

Cason groans and turns to go back to his gaming, leaving you and Rafe alone at your front door. He takes your waist in his hands and pulls you to him. "You look stunning baby but you do realize I have to focus tonight right?" He runs his hands up your shoulder blades and back to your hips, giving you a quick kiss.

“Something tells me that if I wore a paper bag you’d have the same reaction RC.” You smile against him and let your lips fall onto his yet again.

“Mm maybe.” He relishes at the feeling of your hands on the nape of his neck. You let your parents know you'll be back in a couple of hours and Rafe adds that he'll have you home at a reasonable time. On the ride over to Tanneyhill you pickup on Rafe's nerves from the grip he has on your thigh, it's nothing harsh it's just not his usual touch.

"Rafe babe, you're going to gnaw your lip right off if you keep chewing it like that." You glance over at him attentively, placing your hand over his on your thigh in hopes of trying to soothe him.

He takes his eyes away from the road briefly to offer you a half smile, his hand on your thigh loosens and he begins to rub circles with his thumb.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know that right? We can turn this truck around right now and go night swimming or have sex on the beach or OH! You remember that time we-" Rafe let's out a deep chuckle at your words, his sweet dimples you adore so much pop out. "Sex on the beach? You're killing me here (Y/L/N)." He squeezes his eyes shut at the thought and grins.

You laugh lightheartedly as Rafe turns down the long driveway leading to his home just before putting the truck in park and lazily turning his head to face you.

"You deserve this, my family deserves this, more you but hey." He shrugs, half joking about the last part half not. You figure it has to do with his father. Whenever he mentions his family or his dad his eyes get this hazy look to them, like the thoughts clouding his mind could come seeping out at any moment. Sweet boy let me in, is what you think.

You'd met his family before of course, but it was never a proper sit-down like tonight was going to be. The thought made Rafe queasy, you however, hadn't let it phase you.

You sat staring back at him for a long moment, sometimes the silence and your presence was all he needed.

You lean across the center console and press a gentle, slow kiss to his lips. His hand finds its way to the nape of your neck and you feel yourself relaxing into him. His kiss becomes more feverish and you know if you don't stop now you'll never get inside.

"No-" You just barely make out the word against his lips before his mouth is on yours again and a sigh slips from you.

"Rafe we have to go-" You're giggling as he barely let's you finish a sentence without crashing his lips onto yours.

"Cameron! I'm not hooking up with you in your parents driveway." You laugh the words out as you hold him back with your hands on his chest. He laughs at that and kisses you one more time with a playful grin and your lip gloss smeared across his lips.

He moves to get out and come to open your door as always. As he walks around the hood of his truck you notice his outfit and swoon at the sight. He's wearing his striped golfer polo and a brown zip up that cost more then it should, but money wasn't a worry for either of your families.

As he opened your door and helped you down you made sure to rub your excess lip gloss off his lips. That's not the impression you want to give the Cameron's. You were here to stay and you were going to present it as such.

"Is this a new dress? When'd you get it?" Rafe held the hand that was holding yours out so he could get a full view of you. You smile at the thought of him being so curious of your outfit. He knew nearly every dress in your closet because of the countless events you'd worn corresponding outfits to. Though he'd never admit he knew your wardrobe just as well as the girl wearing the clothes.

"It is. I got it last weekend when I went with Sarah to the mainland." You looked down at the light colored dress you wore as you felt Rafe's arm snake around your shoulders.

"Thanks for helping her with that stuff, I know you're too nice to turn her down when she asks you to hangout." He kisses the side of your temple.

You scoff, "Your sisters great Rafe, really. I love hanging out with her, she's not stuck-up like the others."

"Not to you maybe but she's sure a pain in my ass." He says rolling his eyes looking forward. You scoff again and slap him in the stomach at his comment.

—

The back patio of the Cameron's was a sight during the day but the sight of it now, with the fairy lights above you and stars blanketed across the sky, was stunning. You were sat sandwiched between Sarah and Wheezie when Rose protested that Rafe had to sit across from his girlfriend, not next to.

The food was nothing short then excellent, but the dinner conversation could've been better.

"So Y/N where are you headed next year?" Ward wasted no time with small talk from his seat at the head of the table. He'd been asking you all sorts of questions since you walked in the door, he's known you for years but not well enough apparently.

You finish chewing and meet eyes with the man, he's talking about in terms of graduation and college. "Well if all goes to plan I'll be at UNC Chapel Hill studying lit." You smile gently and take a sip of water.

"Oh that's wonderful. Chapel Hill is beautiful and the campus is lovely, you'd do so well there." Rose chimes in beaming at you with her delicate demeanor.

"Sarah's looking to go there as well, it'd do her well having someone she knew going." Ward points his fork at his eldest daughter who only glances at him briefly before staring at her plate. Clearly she might have different plans then her father. Rafe rolls his eyes at the comment and you wedge your leg in between his under the table.

You smiled at that and continued the conversation adding your summer plans in OBX and your family's yearly vacation in Maui. Small talk and people pleasing was never a struggle for you, growing up on Figure 8 the skill was practically drilled into your brain since birth.

Once the table began to be cleared the group headed inside as the temperature dropped. You were sitting with Rose in the lavish living room knee deep in a conversation about the socialites of the island. You had no interest in drama but you played the part for the sake of a good impression.

Rafe had disappeared into his father's study seeing that you were doing just fine without his hovering. Ward was pouring himself a glass of whiskey when he entered. He sometimes offered one to his son but tonight wasn't one of those nights.

"She's different then I remember her being." Ward says just before turning around to face Rafe.

"Well you've never payed too much attention to her or any of my friends before, dad. We're older now, things are different." Rafe deemed crossing his arms. He could sense the path he so desperately didn't want to go down.

Ward nodded his head mutely, his eyes glancing around the room. "And how long has this been going on for?" He asked pointing to his son and the door.

"A few months, just before Summer kicked off." Rafe shrugs and his hand moves up to play with his jaw.

Ward scoffs with a sideways grin much like his sons. "About time,Jesus you've been pining over her for years. Don't try to tell me otherwise." He takes a sip from his glass.

Rafes head flicks up instantly, eyes wide. "You picked up on that?"

His father chuckled, "Anyone with eyes noticed son, she's good for you. Your little games stopped a few months ago and it wasn't hard to see why. She evens you out, always has."

"I know." Rafe mumbles to himself, already very aware of the meaning you hold to him. He just hadn't known everyone else could see it.

"Now get her home safely alright? I need you up early tomorrow for work so no fooling around."

Rafe watched you idly from the kitchen, you couldn't see it on his face but he was in awe of you at this exact moment. The way you sat with your legs crossed, the way your gentle fingers held the glass between your hand, he was infatuated at the sight of you. He knew he loved you but there were always those moments he looked at you and couldn't believe that you were well, you.

A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips when your eyes met his from across the room, earning him a 'what's going on in that head of yours' glance from you.

You wander over to him leaning against the counter and step between his outstretched legs. He peers down at you and cradles your face, his lips resting on yours oh so slowly, almost tauntingly slow.

You hum in response, a faint smile forming. "Stay over tonight?" You look up at him through your lashes and he just can't say no to you. Ever. Especially not after this evening going so incredibly well.

"Course sweet girl."

so there’s that <3 i don’t know how i feel about it buuuut first blurb is out WOOHOO

let me know what you think and send me some requests :3

#rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #rafe imagine #rafe x reader #obx rafe #outerbanks rafe #rafe fic #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #opals fics

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angelhummel · 2 years

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@hopefulobjectmiracle asked me my top 5 favorite Pezberry scenes so I’m gonna talk about that now bc I wanna gush about my babies!

5) This is like the first notable interaction between them (if you don’t count Santana staring gayly at Rachel every other episode [which i do but i digress]). It’s such a tiny moment that speaks volumes, especially about Rachel. Bc honestly she has no reason to trust that Santana wouldn’t sabotage their chances at winning. She only joined the club bc of Quinn and only stayed bc of Sue. So why wouldn’t she be looking for another chance to fuck them up?? But no, Rachel can tell that she genuinely loves performing and wants to be there and trusts that Santana wouldn’t do anything to sabotage them at this point. Which I think shows their on the same wavelength and is the first instance of them being the “awesome or not at all” soulmates lol

4) This is a twofer bc it’s this and then Santana taking Rachel to the hospital in the next ep. The way she confronts Rachel and basically demands she be honest with her. And I think she expected Rachel to be angry upset but not immediately break down crying and falling into her arms like she does. But all she can do is hug her and tell her it’s going to be okay. And contrast the upset and worried look on Santana’s face here with that smile of pure bliss and relief when she hugs Rachel in the hospital. That is one of the best Santana smiles on the show and it totally melts my heart every time I see it

3) The scene just before, and of course Brave. The scene is so perfect. Pezberry comedic duo, plus Santana staring lovingly at Rachel and giving her a pep talk in a way that only she can? “You look amazing. Own it. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be” like ??? I die every time. And just to reiterate what I said the other day. Brave is Pezberry’s Come What May and I’m not joking lol. The words to this song fit Santana so well it hurts, and you can easily see it applied to Pezberry’s relationship as a whole. And it’s all in Santana’s head. She’s imagining herself being in the spotlight, but right by Rachel’s side. And that dazed little look on her face at the end of the number. There is no way on god’s green earth you can read that as like. Santana deviously plotting to steal Rachel’s thunder lol it just does not work. So what else could it be??

2) This scene alone puts the ep in my top 10 I think, but it’s just so full of Pezberry goodness. This is such an important ep for them. And this scene makes me So Emotional. Another scene establishing that they’re equals in this story. “I know you respect me and my talent” bc Rachel feels the same way towards Santana. “You’re the only person besides me that’s willing to kill their best friend to get to the top”. Santana’s “I like when you sing” just kills me. Rachel whipping out her school picture and asking Santana to put it in her locker. Santana smiling at the picture. Rachel doing her signature hug announcement and Santana’s smile when they hug. And Santana’s still smiling when Rachel walks away, and when she hangs up the picture right in the middle of her locker at eye level. God every single nanosecond of this scene is perfection and I could talk about it endlessly

1) I cannot stress enough how feral this scene makes me. After hours of all of Rachel’s closest and most loyal friends coming in and trying to cheer her up, it doesn’t work. What works? Santana. This bitch that she just had a huge blowout with, and barely made up or interacted positively with since. She swoops in and has Rachel out of her blanket cocoon and ready to tear Funny Girl a new one in just a couple minutes. “I don’t do pep talks” followed by the only pep talk that actually worked on Rachel. Santana tricking Rachel by reading her the reviews from the 60s about Barbra, and Rachel’s “I see what you did there”. And the way that she only needs to hype Rachel up and could just say “you” but no. Because Santana knows they’re soulmates, they’re side by side, they’re each other’s competition, support, best friend, worst enemy, and everything else under the sun. It’s “You and I only have two speeds. Awesome or not at all. Who gives a crap what all the other peasants think?” Basically othering herself with Rachel bc deep down they both know that the other person is the only one on their level. Santana and Rachel every time they talk:

Umm it’s not like proving these two are soulmates was my mission here but. In conclusion, Rachel and Santana are soulmates. (And these are my top 5 favorite scenes of them.) The end. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

#glee #pezberry #santana lopez #rachel berry #hopefulobjectmiracle #my thoughts #long post #glee meta #pezberry meta #episode: sectionals #episode: frenemies #episode: opening night #episode: dance with somebody #episode: girls (and boys) on film #i was gonna hide this under a cut but #im forcing you all to see my ramblings

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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boopity boop let's goooo

im so tired why am I so tired

when you love someone is such a good song and sooo them

oh, sexual content? nice let's go

im not putting that song on I dont have earphones and I need to be safe-

what the fuck is nanotechnology

I think to google just complicated it

so proud of him for the scholarship 🥺

“I just finished my paper on scanning probe microscopy,” Magnus informs him. “Can I get a ‘hell yeah’?”

HELL YEAH!!

no clue what this shit is but you goo

oh no sad backstory?

pokes him why did you move here??

ooo fashion design

BABE THE MODEL IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

please dont kill me for calling you babe

“I’m hot,” Magnus notes.

So true omg

this is totally not a one-time thing

ah yes the lightwoods

Stay out of trouble, Ragnor had told him before Magnus had left Cambridge, and stay out of the spotlight.

kinda hard to do when you're dating the senator's son

HE'S NOT BREAKING UP WITH YOU

alright let's talk

babe you're confusing me where are we going with this

yes? and?

They're so gestures

yes that explains it

I just said something which should not be repeated on here

love the communication here

bootylicious is a real word????????????????

"love" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

That's literally the sound that escaped me

oh, we're doing this right now? okay then

"seven and a half heartbeats" I-

BESTIE COUNTED-

Alec makes a face at the word ‘vagina’. Magnus laughs at that.

WHY DID THIS MAKE ME LAUGH SO MUCH

why the fuck are you saying random words now-

Dani did you read the ingredients list on lube for this?`

“No,” Alec shakes his head. “Look. I know you buy supplies because you live on campus. But this is different. I’m not going to ask you to have sex with me and then ask you to go buy condoms while I wait here. That’s just shitty.”

It is. Magnus wonders why some people before Alec didn’t realize that.

He wonders why he didn’t realize that.

I know this is the bare minimum but god I love this man so much

“I like the way it tastes,” SIR WE ARE IN A PUBLIC SPACE-

he just...grabbed them all 😭

“I don’t know this man,” Alec deadpans.

Me at my friends

we had an extra-long break today and Lyn and I were in the sports ground playing badminton while my original friend group were going...borderline crazy in the background

so yeah I get it alec

DON'T SMOKE

“It’s my mouth and my lungs.”

“Your mouth is temporarily mine,” Magnus says and Alec laughs.

“What about my lungs?”

“I’ll let you know if I ever get into organ trafficking.”

“You’re going to sell the lungs of a smoker? God, you are a shit trafficker.”

I love these idiots so much

also

STOP SMOKING

ALEC-

I see we are still a fan of ripping clothes-

“I’m not taking the subway shirtless,” Magnus says breathlessly.

“You can take one of my sweaters you are pretending not to steal,” Alec hisses against his ear.

I mean you could-

ok but Magnus kind of freaking out every time alec pulls away or smth like that just makes me more curious about his backstory

like I KNOW SOME SHIT HAPPENED

I have this weird look on my face where im smiling and so close to crying

THEM!!!

“Do you have any idea,” Alec whispers, cupping his face. “How beautiful you are?”

“I have an inkling,

he truly is

They haven’t even started, and Magnus already knows.

He knows there will not be another time like this, not with anyone.

dude

why you gotta hit me where it hurts?

lets out more profanities than a drunk sailor.

so me at any given moment?

xoxo by somi is playing and like I wanna search up the lyrics but too lazy

my friends love somi

"baby"

TEARS

GONNA GO CRY NOW

oh no the middle

YOU DONT WANNA GO TO THE MET GALA???

“Oh, is that so? I can’t wait to see the headlines. Magnus Bane Gives Up on the Met Gala Three Months After Giving Up on His Marriage.”

I am so sorry for laughing

also, I thought this was the middle????????????

oh right we're still gonna get divorced moments

no clue what the fuck is an uncontested divorce

are there many different kinds?

ohhh right cool

hehhehe max knows how to use a gun

and he's good at it

SELENA AND LEXI BIRTHDAY

Magnus do you need a hug?

FALLEN ANGEL YEEEEEEEEEEEE

ew Rafael you're going to Disneyland why do you have a textbook with you?

THE TEXTS LMAO

THIS IS INSANE

that's so cool omg private plane

the tension fuck

it isn't the good kind either 😭

OH WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE

NICE HI HELLO HRU

my boy got game

alec why are you acting like that about this 🤨

this seems so unlike him

Magnus is very right

ALEC

MAX WILL NOT COME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THIS SHIT

oh my god snooping is not okay

idfc it's your house

I had this talk with my desi parents and they understood I GOT DESI PARENTS TO UNDERSTAND THIS

COME ON DUDE

all the questions Magnus raised are very valid ones

alec please this gestures you have to talk to him

Alec hates talking to kids about sex. Magnus remembers when they had the talk with Rafael when the boy had been 15. Alec had literally pretended to get a phone call and left the room when Magnus had explained to Rafael about the clitoris.

I...I guess I kind of get that...

but knowing about safe sex and having the right resources is so so important

he's 17. teenagers do crazy stupid shit sometimes

“He doesn’t like talking to you,” Alec corrects. “Don’t generalize it.”

alec-

sigh

yes Magnus talk to him

dude if he doesn't wanna date anyone then that's that

ok Magnus has a HUGE problem with guns and shooting references

this is some depressing stuff

oh crap Magnus guessed about David

Magnus stands still for a minute and tries to figure out where to go or what to do. He has never felt safe in this house. He has never had a safe place in the mansion, other than Alec’s arms.

He can't go there now, can he?

oh wow pain just hit me in the face

Rafael holding his hand 🥺

im sorry but the "dearest" gave me flashbacks

not dearest 😭

oh this hurts

The thing about taking time for yourself is that it eventually has to come to an end. And going back to normal life and making up to the people you had abandoned usually comes with an apology tour.

Magnus doesn't get it.

What is the point in taking time for yourself if you are going to feel bad about it and apologize for it?

Isn't the whole point of taking time for yourself is to feel better?

oh this

fuck apologizing

be a bitch

dude David and Max not talking

I wanna see max's pov

“There is no reason for you to sneak your way back into the group, Magnus,” the other man says. “For us, you never left.”

oh pain wow ok

OMG GIANT CAKE WITH DUCK

omg jace organized this

EMMA

CAPTAIN??? CARSTAIRS???

MIGHT CRY

“Lexi, right?” Emma grins. “Your father used to torture our whole unit by showing us a thousand pictures of you and your siblings.”

AHAHHKJSDUHKDFJFVHUJKHDGFJHGF

PRECIOUS

LEXI STAPH BEING SO GAY

dont actually

“Sexy,” the girl says and then blinks. “Uh. I mean. Lexi. My name is Lexi.”

I CAN'T-

ALEC BEING LEXI'S GAY YODA

I CAN'T WITH THIS DUO

THEY'RE SO PRECIOUS

RAPUNZEL AYYY SELENA

I see it

blonde wig!!!

BLUE BODYPAINT

SO MANY REFERENCES

oh fuck so hot

ASHGDSCHDFUH MAGNUS CALM THYSELF

alec does look very hot though

im very much thirsting

OMG IS THIS LITTLE KID CALLED MALLORY???????????

max is obviously in love with David

omg rose

im gonna cry

max deserves a hug

KARAOKE AYYYY

Alec why are you trying to remove the eyeliner-

I have a guess-

but anyway

SJHDCUIHDFVUIHFIJDVDF MAGNUS IS GONNA HELP HIM

Alec is quiet for a while. Then he speaks. “The sheets don’t smell like sandalwood anymore.”

the pain

it's fine im fine

HE-

HE SLEEPS WITH THE BABY WRAP

“Because I fucking miss you too!” Alec hisses at him. “I fucking miss you, Magnus.”

I miss you too, Magnus wants to say.

dude

oh fuck

bro

I could cry

Alec loves so much that it makes you feel so overwhelmed sometimes. As if you don’t know what to do with all the love he gives you.

So, he keeps staring. Magnus keeps looking at Alec, wondering for the hundredth time, why he wasn’t lucky enough to have this forever.

SO CLOSE TO TEARS

GET BACK TOGETHER

BITCH DO IT

“Nothing,” Magnus says sadly. “I just really want to kiss you.”

HONEY NO-

oh great they are kissing now

OH, THEY ARE GONNA HAVE SEX IN A PUBLIC BATHROOM AT DISNEY???

NOT DISNEY

Magnus.

Not baby.

Because they can’t go back to that. Not anymore.

So, Magnus offers the same courtesy.

He doesn’t say Alexander.

Just Alec.

oh you did not just do that

my heart just broke further

LEXIIIIIIIII

MAX FUCK

OH FUCK

DUDE IM IN TEARS

FUCK THIS SHIT

SO MUCH PAIN

ok the end now

dude that's so cool

so proud of him

He fucking hates that their phone calls now start like this.

Because they don’t call each other regularly or for no reason – only out of urgency and necessity.

im done I can't do this anymore

MONOPOLY YAY

“You’ll do what your father says,” Magnus yells back.

“I shan’t!”

“Listen to me, you little monkey-”

I missed this

them

OMG ALEC TELLING THE KIDS ABOUT HIS TICKLISH SPOT

I AM NOT OKAY

THIS CHAOS

“The last time I did that; I came home to my Ottoman on fire and the chairman wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy!”

oh well-

EW SHINYUN

EW HE'S GOING ON A DATE WITH HER

EW EW EW

If Magnus doesn’t stop asking if it’s okay before breaking his heart every fucking time, Alec is going to fucking kill him.

hurts so much

MAX AND ALEC'S DUO AYY

the coping methods go from "makes sense" to "well okay then"

ALEC AND MAX ARE ANTI-SHINYUN AND IM SO HERE FOR IT

“Well, if it’s so distressing, maybe he shouldn’t go,” Max points out. “Maybe Shinyun won’t show up anyway.”

“Maybe she will get hit by a bus,” Alec hums thoughtfully.

“You two are assholes,” Rafael huffs and walks away.

“Do you want to spit in his coffee or should I?” Max asks.

god I really hope she gets hit by a bus

OH NO HE LOOKS TOO GOOD

NOO

I mean very sexy but like NOO

ew shinyun

“You shouldn’t be dating people who don’t make you a priority,” Max sniffs.

Alec does not grin at that.

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

they are so salty omg

Alec sincerely hopes tonight goes fucking awfully for Magnus and Shinyun, so they both realize it's never going to work out and decide never to do this shit again.

dude same

ohh them together...

OMG THEY'RE DOING ACCENTS

omg they're so amazing

MAX IS BEATING THEM ALL AT THIS

AMAZING

MAX SMART BABY

max...

so he's practically given up

“Exactly! I like it!” Max groans. “Why can’t I just like something and leave it at that? Why do I have to do something with it? Why do I have to prove to people that I am good? I know I am good. That’s enough for me!”

THIS

If max doesn't want to pursue swimming professionally or some shit then well it is what it is

aww, they are talking ❤️

MAX YES YOU DO YOU, BABE

“I thought you wanted to own all the house there?” Magnus asks.

“I don’t mind sharing it with you,” Max shrugs.

God, these soft fuckers.

THEM

SOFT BITCHES

“It’s Mina,” Max says awkwardly. “I might have texted her saying I was going to commit murder.”

“She is probably calling you to help you bury the body,” Magnus grins. “Give her my love.”

true friendship right there

omg shared memories

“We are laughing about how ugly you are,” Rafael replies.

“Oh nice,” Max says. “I thought y’all were laughing about how dumb you are.”

precious

NO FUCK OH

I ACTUALLY SCREAMED OUT LOUD

STOP

NO NOT BABY

IT'S FINE IT'S COOL

IT'S ALL COOL

PLEASE KILL ME

ooo internship for max

LMAO HE'S THIRSTING OVER JUSTIN TRUDEAU

“Bapak, have you seen that man’s ass?” Max asks incredulously.

“You will be saying none of this to the Prime Minister’s face!” Alec warns.

“Or tweet any of it!” Magnus adds quickly.

MAX I CANT-

ew shinyun

ew ew ew

I gave up on jtv after 3 seasons

I could not watch her embarrass herself anymore

THEY ARE HUGGING

if the person who steps out of the elevator is shinyun I will kill myself and then someone else

dude this whole hug is breaking me

im so sad

this hug

This. This! Whatever this is.

What they have. What they built together.

And what they will never lose, no matter what a piece of paper says about their marriage.

They cannot lose this.

They will not lose the way Alec’s breath, just his fucking breath, makes Magnus shiver.

They will not the way Magnus’ gaze, just a single stare, and bring Alec to the brink.

They can’t possibly ever lose this.

STOP FUCKING WITH ME

this hug was the most precious thing ever

im gonna cry

it's like 8pm I just got done with this. I am so tired. Gonna go and write now byee

You know, sometimes I forget what I write in each chapter right after I write it. It's the same for me with exams and other stuff. My memory is very selective.

So, every time I read these live blogs, I am like, oh I wrote that! Nice!

Thank you. ILY BYE.

#tlnd

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letskookandbaek · 3 years

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{9.00pm}

The car ride to the bar felt slightly tense as Jeno didn’t want to be late for Mark’s performance. You could tell by the way he was speeding, gripping the steering wheel a littler harder than usual. Without hesitation, you placed your hand on his thigh and give him an assuring squeeze.

“Babe, relax.” you spoke as your eyes soften at the sight of him.

“Don’t wanna be late for Mark” Jeno sighed. You had so much love for Jeno. This man is always so supportive of his friends and you know how much he cares for them deeply. Your heart burns for him.

“I know I’ve said this a million times earlier but you look amazing tonight” he added, smiling slightly, eyes focused on the road.

“Says the guy that’s gonna steal my spotlight later” you cheekily teased. Jeno let out a small chuckle and you were happy to see him feeling slightly at ease. The car then came to a stop at a traffic light. As if on cue, your phone begin vibrating indicating that someone was calling. You quickly answered

“Yes?” while looking at Jeno. Jeno quickly mouthed who.

“Really? Omg yes, I’ll tell Jeno. Thanks, Injun, see ya’ll!” and with that, the call ended.

“What happened, angel?” Jeno quickly asked, speeding off as the light turned green.

“The event is slightly delayed and it just started like 5 minutes ago” You quickly assured him.

“Thank God” Jeno exhaled as he loosened his grip on the steering wheel, driving slower.

“Seems like tonight’s gonna be a good night! Can’t wait to get some alcohol in my system!” You excitingly announced, trying to tease Jeno. You know that your boyfriend gets extra protective of you when it comes to drinking in public. Well he’s protective about a lot of things, drinking alcohol in public being one of them.

“Angel, I know what you’re doing and it’s not working” Jeno confidently replied with a smirk. He usually overreacts about these sort of things but this time around he’s not fooled since you’ve been teasing him regularly, trying to make him worry on purpose.

“So does that mean I can drink as much as I want, Jeno baby?” You seductively asked, batting your eyelashes at him. Even though he wasn’t directly looking at you, you could tell that Jeno was feeling conflicted at your sudden flirtation. He tried keeping a straight face as he drove but you’re not fooled by it. Jeno is really bad at poker faces.

“I won’t be there to take care of you, angel. I’ll be too busy entertaining friends” Jeno said softly as he caressed your exposed thigh.

“Hey! You’re supposed to give in to me, not the other way round!” You whined loudly, knowing full well how much Jeno’s touch affects you. Whether he was being gentle or rough, you never fail to melt everytime his skin touches yours. He tried to suppress his giggles at your reaction. You didn’t want to lose so you guide his hand, moving it further up your thighs. When Jeno realized what you were doing, he swiftly pulled his hand back, placing it on the steering wheel.

“You’re really asking for trouble tonight, aren’t you?” Jeno’s demeanor changed from the sweet loving boyfriend to the dominant hungry predator that you only see when he’s…..hungry for you.

“You better not get hard, baby, Those jeans you’re wearing are awfully tight” You teased, brushing your hand above his crotch.

“I will pull over right now if you don’t stop, angel” Jeno’s voice was stern and serious, almost like a threat. It wasn’t out of anger, it was out of frustration. You noticed the way his knuckles were turning white as he was gripping the steering wheel hard. This man is known to be destructive with his hands since he’s physically strong. But because you know Jeno so well, you weren’t the least bit worried. In fact, you were enjoying this a little more than you should. You started massaging the back of his neck gently with your hand, a motion that Jeno always found comforting.

“We can’t be late for Mark” you reminded him softly. This time you weren’t teasing him anymore.

“I swear you will be the death of me, but I won’t have it any other way” Jeno confessed, reaching for your other hand, circling his thumb lovingly over it.

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gnocchighoul · 4 years

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Operation Hot Potato

Summary:

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

(You bring home a kitten and try to hide her from Lucifer. Unfortunately for you, nothing gets past the House of Lamentation’s resident pet-hater.)

Word Count: 3.6k

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You found a kitten.

Well—kind of. It’s debatable.

You think it’s a kitten. She certainly looks like one—fluffy little thing with snow-white fur, blue eyes, a poofy little triangular head, and the most perfectly pink toe beans you’ve ever had the pleasure of squishing.

The reason why you’re so hesitant to call her a kitten?

She breathes fire. Hiccups fireballs. Sneezes flaming hot streams of… well, flames.

You learned that firsthand ten minutes ago, when you nearly got your eyebrows singed off by a particularly dangerous sneeze. All you wanted to do was give her a smooch on her wittle pink nose, you weren’t expecting to get blasted in the face with an orangey-red inferno.

But you know what? It doesn’t matter if she’s a little strange. You’ve sworn your everlasting love to your newfound daughter—your secret daughter that the demon brothers can absolutely not know about under any circumstances whatsoever, because you just know that Lucifer will make you put her back in the wild where you found her.

Your fire-sneezing, bouncing baby girl wouldn’t last another day out in the harsh wilderness (aka the dumpster that you retrieved her from). In the forty-seven minutes that you’ve had her, she’s grown accustomed to belly scratches, sleeping in your bed, and gnawing on only the finest tortilla chips in the Devildom.

Her name is Tater Tot.

She sticks out like a sore white thumb among your colorful assortment of pillows. Not that she cares. She’s living it up in the lap of luxury. Tater Tot stretches—turns around with every paw in the air, proudly showing off her rotund little baby belly, and mrrps at you.

Its the cutest thing you've ever fucking seen. You just wanna SQUEEZE her. Ugh, who would've guessed that a little trash fire baby would steal your heart so quickly?

And it’s not like you broke the rules and brought home a pet on purpose. Tater Tot had chosen you. By choosing to rummage around in that specific dumpster that you just so happened to walk past on your way home from RAD, Tater Tot had effectively decided that you were to be her new caretaker.

It’s fate. Kismet. You’ve wanted a pet for so long—dog, cat, dragon, gremlin, doesn’t matter. You’ve spent hours upon hours bitching and moaning to anyone that’ll listen about how badly you’ve wanted a pet to smother with your love. Nobody has been able to escape your woe. Everyone—the brothers, the angels, Solomon, and even your good buddy Diavolo (somehow, Barbatos has managed to evade you) have all been forced to listen to your lamenting about the pet-shaped hole in your heart.

But finally—finally—your prayers have been answered.

With a fire breathing kitten.

Oh yeah. Kismet.

You’re fairly certain that Tater Tot has never lived in a house. She had been perfectly content to snuggle up in your school uniform like some kind of tiny, pouch dwelling, heat seeking creature, until you had snuck into your bedroom and closed the door behind you.

The second you set her on the floor, it was like a switch flipped. Tater Tot had shown off her unnatural strength by flinging her little puffball body around the room like a possessed tumbleweed, spastically crashing around the room and knocking over furniture and keepsakes alike.

You had finally cornered her under your bed and sat peacefully nearby, humming quietly to calm her. It didn’t take long for you to coax her out with snacks—she liked the chips, but passionately disliked the gummy worms—and within twenty minutes you had Tater Tot lounging with you on the bed, rubbing her soft little cheeks into your palm for rubs and scritches.

You need to come up with a plan to hide your beloved child ASAP. It’s only a matter of time until either Lucifer hauls you off to his room or one of the brothers decides to camp out in yours for the night, and if word gets back to Lucifer that you’re harboring a fugitive animal… Well, favoritism or not, it won’t end pretty.

Though perhaps there is one person who can help you with this little secret.

Satan. The cat-loving fourth brother.

Man oh man, he’s going to be thrilled with sweet little Tater Tot. You have to be careful though—you reckon that there is a 96% chance that he’ll try to steal her away from you. Trying to juggle custody battles and harboring your secret daughter from Lucifer all at the same time sounds like such a pain.

But… That would still be better than having to put Tater Tot back on the streets.

With the threat of big-meanie-Lucifer looming over you like a particularly gothic and pet-hating phantom, you come to a final decision. You’re just going to have to pull on your big girl pants and accept the soul crushing truth of the situation.

Satan is your only hope.

But how are you going to sneak your daughter all the way over to his room?

You look around your own room for something, anything that can hide your beloved dumpster pet and—ohohoho.

“Darling?”

You freeze midstep.

Busted.

“What’s up, Lucifer?” You try so hard to keep your voice calm and normal. So hard.

Judging by the way Lucifer looks at you, you’ve failed. And you were so close. Satan’s bedroom is literally right there! Only a few yards away! If only you’d just had ten more seconds to yourself in the dark hallway... Alas, the warden your beloved Lucifer aka the resident pet hater stands between you and the dusty salvation that is Satan’s library of a bedroom.

You shuffle your feet a bit nervously. Readjust your grip on the cardboard box. A bit warily, Lucifer eyes it.

“What’s in the box?”

You panic. “What box?”

Fuck.

Lucifer cracks a smile, though it doesn’t meet his gaze. He gestures to the cardboard box that you are currently holding near to your chest like some sort of ugly, cubic liferaft.

“Oh!” You laugh. It’s too high pitched. Suspicious. “This box? It’s just some books for Satan, it’s nothing—”

The box sneezes.

Your mouth snaps shut and you thank all the fucking stars in heaven that this sneeze didn’t flambé you.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow accusingly. Tone icy and sharp, he says, “Books? Is that so?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck—

You wilt a bit under the intensity of his gaze. “They’re… cursed books? Yeah, so cursed and dangerous and only Satan knows how to nullify the evilness of these books so I’m gonna just slip past you—”

Lucifer takes a step to the left, planting himself firmly in your path and effectively thwarting your desperate grand escape. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains and slices through the shadows, Lucifer now caught in the spotlight and—oh that fucker did that on purpose. Ugh, what a drama queen.

Red eyes practically glowing in the dark, he nods menacingly at the box. “Go on then. Open it.”

“I dunno, I really shouldn’t because of the curses and—”

Clearly not in the mood to entertain your scheming-slash-rambling, Lucifer takes matters into his own hands. Before you can twist away, one of his hands darts out to knock the lid off of the box and—

Books. It’s filled with books.

He frowns. Lifts one up and—nope, there’s just more books underneath. “...What?”

“Happy? Now if you don’t mind I really should get—”

“Let me help you with that.”

Your reflexes aren't fast enough. Before you can leap back or Sparta kick him away, Lucifer plucks the box right out of your arms… and reveals a squirming lump beneath your sweater, right inbetween your breasts. The box hits the floor. Lucifer stares at your newly acquired mass with a very particular sort of horror that you’ve never seen before.

You panic. Again.

“...I grew a new boob. I think the Devildom air is toxic or something, but it’s okay! The more the merrier, right? We can still—gET YOUR HANDS OFF MY TIDDIES—”

Lucifer presses one hand to your lower back, trapping you, and yanks down your zipper, revealing the purrito that is wrapped kind-of-securely to your chest with a scarf. He recoils backwards, looking equal parts horrified and peeved off.

Time for Plan B.

93% sure that you can still recover from this situation that is rapidly soaring downhill, you stuff your hands into your pockets and then throw them outwards, flinging fistfuls of rainbow confetti into the air. “Surpriiiise! You’re a daddy! Say hello to our daughter.”

“No.”

“Her name is Tater Tot. Personally, I think she takes after you.”

The Tater in question shimmies out of her silky prison and tumbles nose first into your palms. You hold her right up to Lucifer’s face, grinning like a goddamn sociopath when he takes an alarmed step backwards. Little puffball paws desperately try to swipe at his nose. Lucifer looks downright offended by the assault of pink toe beans.

“See? She’s just a baby~” you coo, gently wiggling the noodle-limp kitten in his face.

Lucifer grimaces. Takes another, larger step back. “If a baby is what you want, I’d rather give you one myself.”

“As fun as that sounds, we have a perfectly good one right here!”

“That thing is not a baby. Where did you find it?”

There’s a concerned little scrunch in his brow that you wanna smooth over with your thumb, but when you try to close the distance between you two, he moves further out of reach. Frowning, you hug Tater Tot to your chest. She snuggles her face into the crook of your neck and purrs like the smallest biodiesel engine in all of the realms.

“I found her in a dumpster!” you say, perhaps a bit too proudly.

Lucifer’s eyes widen. “In the city?”

“Why is that so shocking? Does the Devildom not have stray cats?”

“That’s not a cat.”

“Well yeah I kinda figured, what with the whole fire breathing thing and all, but—”

“It’s a chimera.”

You stare at Lucifer. Try to gauge how serious he’s being. Tater Tot nibbles on your thumb with little needle-like teeth.

Surely he’s joking.

“...Like the lion-goat-lizard thing? That chimera?”

Lucifer nods.

Like you’re in some twisted version of the Lion King, you hold Tater Tot up in the beam of moonlight that Mr. Doom and Gloom had previously been occupying. Examine her totally normal kitten-features. The distinct lack of goat hooves. Miss Tater licks her nose. A Chimera? Her?

Surely he’s fucking with you.

But… it would explain the whole fire-breathing thing. Kind of. You’re not fully convinced he’s lying, but the truth doesn’t make much more sense.

But if she is a chimera… that’s so badass.

If Lucifer thinks for one second that Tater Tot being a nightmarish Hell creature is going to scare you into giving her up, then he is sorely mistaken. (You did choose to date him, after all. You're an expert at loving on Hellish beings.) At the end of the day, whether Tater is a chimera or a cat or whatever the hell else, you’ve already bonded with each other. She’s your baby and you are not going to let him get rid of her.

If he gets Cerberus, then you get your funky little Tater Tot, dammit.

Lucifer watches this journey of emotions play out on your face. His eyes narrow. He says your name slowly, strained—a thinly veiled warning in his voice.

The grin that overtakes your face can only be described as evil.

“We’re keeping her.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You can’t be serious.”

From the depths of your blanket fort, your hand emerges to flip Lucifer off. He scowls.

“This blanket fort is only for Tater Tot and me.”

“Then perhaps you should relocate to your bed.” Lucifer growls.

You snuggle further into the black sheets cocooning you. With impressive speed, you had raced back to Lucifer’s room and stripped every piece of fabric from his bed in record time. From there, it was simply a matter of combining the dark sheets with a bunch of pillows and voila. You had created your very own anti-Lucifer fortress, right in the middle of his bed.

Tater Tot army-crawls across your thigh and worms her way into the sheets, vanishing like a ninja.

"What?" You peek at Lucifer through a small opening in the fabric. “But then you would just ignore me and Tater Tot.”

“Yes, exactly. I’m glad that we’re on the same page.”

“No! We’re not on the same page at all,” you scowl. “I’m not moving until you bond with her.”

“Then I suppose you’ll be stuck there forever.”

“Maybe I will!”

You can’t see him right now, but you know in the depths of your heart that Lucifer is rolling his eyes at you.

Which, y’know. Fair. You are being a little bit ridiculous. But what choice do you have? The confetti didn't work and Lucifer needs to form an everlasting bond with Tater Tot. He needs to experience how lovely and precious and wonderful your little baby is, so that he won’t make you put her back in the dumpster where you found her.

You have one last tactic. It is by far the absolute worst.

Talking to him. Like some kind of functioning, responsible adult, because apparently that's what you're supposed to do in a healthy relationship. Blegh.

While you agonize over stooping to this final resort, Lucifer climbs into the bed without a word and settles himself in like he owns the place. Which he does. But that’s beside the point.

One of your arms emerges from the blanket shield to poke at his pajama clad thigh. He doesn’t react. So naturally, you poke him again. And again. And again, until finally he sighs, “What?”

You squirm your way out of the stuffy blankets, gulping down air once you're free—sweet baby Jesus, fresh air has never felt so good—and Tater Tot flies out after you, rocketing across the mattress at the speed of light and tumbling around like a little white pom pom. While she does her own thing, you worm your way into Lucifer’s side so that you’re halfway on top of his chest. He huffs and lays there like a board, refusing to hug you, so you grab his arm and wrap it around your shoulders yourself.

Here goes nothing.

“Why are you so against having a pet?” you ask, dancing the pads of your fingers over his chest.

Lucifer cracks one eye open. “The first and last time I allowed pets in the house, Satan brought home 48 cats. In one hour.”

...You really should have seen that one coming.

“Oh. Well, I mean… Is that reallyyy a bad thing—ow! You jerk, I was just kidding.” You pout. “You didn’t have to pinch my butt that hard.”

Lucifer snickers and pats your butt consolingly. “Mmm, no, I didn’t. But I wanted to.”

Briefly, you consider headbutting him right in the chin. But alas, that wouldn’t solve anything, so you settle for pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then reach a hand up to play with his hair, just how he likes. It’s not very ~vengeful~ buuut it’s bound to put him in a better mood.

You trace cutesy little heart shapes on his right pec. “You know what I want?”

Lucifer closes his eyes—lets his head fall back onto the mattress. “We’re not keeping her.”

You snuggle into his chest with a happy little hum. “Yes we are.”

“...Just for the night. Tomorrow you're putting her back where you found her."

You wake up in agony.

It feels like you’ve had a lung ripped out and replaced with serrated knives. Or shark teeth. Each breath drags oh so painfully at your—just kidding.

You wake up well rested and tangled in the bedsheets, your head hanging off the side of the mattress. You’re a little hazy-brained and your skull feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, but that’s probably because of all the blood rushing to your head. When you roll over and haul yourself back up onto the bed, a noise escapes you that is definitely not fit for polite company.

The murky depths of slumber threaten to take you again, so you pat around the bed with your hand, looking for your favorite demon-slash-body pillow. You pat. And keep patting. Where the hell is Lucifer?

You crack one bleary eye open, trying to find Lucifer and—

Where the hell is Tater Tot?

Your heart jolts in your chest as you realize a few things all at once.

One: Lucifer is missing.

Two: Tater Tot is missing.

Three: You slept through breakfast, but that’s less important.

You’re off like a shot, wrestling yourself out of the sheets and flinging them to the floor, then stumbling across the room to get to the door before your brain can even fully wake up. It’s fine, you don’t need 100% brainpower, you just need to find your baby.

You’ve barely taken four steps into the hallway when you slam nose first into Mammon. He catches you, saving your face from becoming acquainted with the floor, and you grab him by the leathery lapels of his jacket.

“Where’s Lucifer?!” you hiss.

Mammon desperately tries to squirm out of your feral grip. You shake him like a polaroid picture.

“Geez, knock it off would ya?! He’s in his office, what the hell is up with you? Wh—HEY! I’M NOT DONE TALKIN’ TO YA!”

Whatever the Weenie has to say to you is less important than finding your child, so as soon as you acquire Lucifer’s location, you haul ass to Lucifer’s study.

In a raging fury that could rival Satan’s existence, you fling open the door, ready to tear Lucifer a new one for not even letting you say goodbye to your beloved kitten and—

And your heart melts into a warm, gooey puddle.

Lucifer is sitting at his desk. Tater Tot is draped across his shoulders.

Lucifer glares at you, but there's no real bite in his gaze. “Keep it down, Phobos is sleeping.”

You blink stupidly, your brain racing at a thousand miles an hour to catch up with whatever the hell you’re currently feeling that has you all mushy and moon-eyed. “Phobos? What the hell? That’s not her name at all.”

“My love, we are not naming our daughter after potatoes. Her name is now Phobos. She and I came to a mutual agreement that it is far more fitting of a name for a creature of her pedigree.”

...You’re so torn. On one hand, you want to argue that Tater Tot is a lovely name for your dumpster kitten-chimera-thing, but on the other hand… he called her ‘our daughter’. As in your guys’s daughter. This can only mean one thing, and you clutch at your heart when you realize what’s happening.

They bonded.

It damn well might bring a tear to your eyes.

You make your way over to Lucifer, shove aside the papers on his desk, and perch your happy ass right on the hardwood.

With a bone deep sigh, Lucifer leans back in his chair. “Why do you always do that? My lap is available, you know.”

Tater Tot wakes up and lifts her heavy little sleep-addled head to meep at you.

You grin—hook your ankles around the armrests of his chair and pull him closer. “So… does this mean we’re keeping Tater Tot?”

“... Yes, we’re keeping Phobos. But that’s it, no more pets.”

“Okay, wait. Hear me out. What about a dog?”

“Absolutely not.”

Lucifer plucks another white hair from his RAD uniform and holds it up to the moonlight, scowling at the offensive thing. Why in all the realms did you have to find a white cat? The damned thing has only lived with you lot for two days and yet somehow its hair has already gotten over every article of black clothing in his wardrobe. It’s infuriating.

His gaze wanders across the courtyard to where you’re sitting pretty on Beel’s shoulders, clawing at his face with your fingertips and screaming in terror at how high up you are. He grins.

He can put up with the shedding fur, so long as he gets to see how your eyes shine like the stars when you see Phobos.

Still though. Why couldn’t you find a black kitten?

“Lucifer! There you are!”

Lucifer flicks the cat hair—lets the breeze catch it and float it away. Before he can even get a proper greeting in, Diavolo is pulling him in for a bone crushing hug.

“You’re here a bit later than usual. How’s life with the new kitten treating you?” Diavolo asks.

Lucifer steps out of the hug and eyes Diavolo warily. “Just fine, thank yo—wait. How do you know about the cat?”

Diavolo blinks innocently. “Surely you told me about her, didn’t you?”

No, he definitely did not—oh no.

Lucifer stares, slack jawed and horrified, because in that moment, he realizes something that he refuses to accept.

No.

No. It can’t be.

Diavolo would never do that to him. He would ne—oh fuck, he absolutely did.

Diavolo planted the cat. He knew that you would find her in that dumpster and take her home.

Lucifer has never known a betrayal quite like this. Diavolo says something about heading off to his office, but he doesn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.

“Diavolo.”

The demon prince in question pauses in his escape to look back at Lucifer. “Yes, Lucifer?”

“Why did you have to pick a white cat?”

And oh, Diavolo laughs. A full belly laugh that quite honestly kills Lucifer. Just a little bit.

#gnocchiwrites #obey me shall we date #obey me #swd obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me drabble #obey me fanfic #obey me! shall we date?#tater tot's adventures

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arctic-comet · 3 years

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Osblaine week 2021, Day 2: Lyrics

Over the last several weeks, I have carefully curated a playlist for Osblaine. The final total length of the playlist is 2 hours and 53 minutes.

The playlist can be found HERE

Click "Keep Reading" if you're interested in the introduction, commentary, more graphics and the full tracklist.

For full disclosure, I have to give some of the credit to my amazing fellow Osblaine fangirls @dystopiandramaqueen, @splitscreen and everyone who participated in a certain conversation for the original inspiration and even bringing up some of the songs.

You should look at the playlist in five parts: one section for each season that's aired and one section for the future (because I like to end things on a hopeful note).

The playlist contains a lot of the following:

Music from movie and TV soundtracks

Instrumental music

Remixes

Classics and covers of classics

Country music. I blame Florida. My sincerest apologies.

Some of the songs were chosen because they reminded me of a certain Osblaine scene, and some of them aren't specific to particular scenes but chosen for the general Osblaine vibe. And most of the movie/TV music I chose have been used for couples that remind me of Nick and June.

Part I- Season 1, first 12 songs of the playlist:

Forbidden Love- Abel Korzeniowski, Jasper Randall, The Hollywood Studio Symphony (Romeo & Juliet)

Fireflies- Owl City

Echoes in Rain- Enya

My Ghost- Glass Pear (Bones)

Daring to Hope- Anne Dudley (Poldark)

Everytime We Touch- Cascada

1000 Times- Sara Bareilles

Too Good At Goodbyes- Sam Smith

In Case You Don't Live Forever- Ben Platt

To Find You- Cast of Sing Street, Brenock O’Connor

She- Elvis Costello (Notting Hill)

Miracle- Instrumental- Cö Shu Nie

Hanging By A Moment- Lifehouse

Commentary:

The first instrumental song IMO works as an intro for their entire love story.

The next two songs are more about having the right vibe. It's a little ambiguous and dark because that's how their life is in Gilead.

Leave my door open just a crack

Please take me away from here

'Cause I feel like such an insomniac

Please take me away from here

Why do I tire of counting sheep?

Please take me away from here

When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

***

Wait for the sun

Watching the sky

Black as a crow

Night passes by

Taking the stars

So far away

Everything flows

Here comes another new day

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

***

"My Ghost" is June's POV before they sleep together, wondering if she can trust Nick:

Who can you trust, in this place?

And whom can I put my faith?

If you're real, then show me now,

Who you are

The last two songs are for episode 1x10, for both Nick’s reaction to June’s pregnancy and the beginning of her first escape attempt (arranged by Nick).

She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day

Part II- Season 2, next 10 songs:

Love Will Keep Us Alive- Eagles

So Easy- Phillip Phillips

Incomplete- James Bay

Rewrite the Stars- The Piano Guys (The Greatest Showman)

I’ll Be Your Shelter- Taylor Dayne

Love Never Fails- Brandon Heath

P.S. I Love You- 05:11- John Powell (P.S. I Love You)

It's A Girl- Mychel Danna (The Time Traveler's Wife)

I'll Stand By You- Josh Groban, Helene Fischer

The Miracle of Love- Eurythmics

Commentary:

The first four songs cover June’s escape attempt and the time they share at the Boston Globe.

"Incomplete" is Nick's POV from when she's on the run and he knows she'll be gone from his life soon. He lives in the moment.

I don't wanna look down

I don't want us to break up in the clouds

All I want is to stay us, to stay with you now

"I'll Be Your Shelter" is for when June's mental health is at its lowest point and he goes to Serena to beg for her to get June help.

What you need is a friend to count on

What you got baby you got someone

Who will stay when the rain is fallin'

And won't let it fall on you

P.S. I Love You takes me back to episode 2.09, Nick’s selflessness in the episode and of course the scene where after telling June that Luke loves her, he tells her that he loves her too, despite believing she probably doesn’t feel the same way.

It's A Girl makes me think of the beautiful moment they share during June's false labor when he helps her out of the van and they climb the steps together.

I’ll Stand By You is for 2.10, Nick holding June after she was heartbroken over Hannah and over what the Waterfords did to her and clinging onto him.

Part III- Season 3, next 6 songs:

Extremely Loud And Incredibly Close- Alexandre Desplat (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

All I Ask- Adele

Never Enough- Loren Allred (The Greatest Showman)

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- Taylor Swift, ZAYN (Fifty Shades Darker)

Love is Gone- SLANDER, Dylan Matthew

Constellations- The Oh Hellos

Commentary:

For obvious reasons, it was extremely difficult to pick songs for this season.

The first (instrumental) song is for the beginning of the season with June coming back to the Waterford house and them then saying goodbye to each other on the street.

All I Ask, Never Enough, I Don't Wanna Live Forever and Love Is Gone are for their night together in June’s room at Lawrence’s (the one we didn’t get to see sigh). They know it's possible it's all they'll ever have, and they'll take it, but it'll never be enough.

I will leave my heart at the door I won't say a word They've all been said before, you know So why don't we just play pretend? Like we're not scared of what's coming next Or scared of having nothing left

Look, don't get me wrong I know there is no tomorrow All I ask is

If this is my last night with you Hold me like I'm more than just a friend Give me a memory I can use Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do It matters how this ends 'Cause what if I never love again?

***

All the shine of a thousand spotlights

All the stars we steal from the night sky

Will never be enough

Never be enough

Towers of gold are still too little

These hands could hold the world but it'll

Never be enough

***

I'm sorry, don't leave me, I want you here with me

I know that your love is gone

I can't breathe, I'm so weak, I know this isn't easy

Don't tell me that your love is gone

That your love is gone

"Constellations" is for their long separation and the doubts that I'm sure plagued them both during it. Would they ever see each other again?

Part IV- S4, next 12 songs:

All of Me- John Legend

(Everything I do) I Do It For You- Bryan Adams

Iris- Natalie Taylor (City of Angels)

She Was Like A Bright Light- Hans Zimmer, Rupert Greyson-Williams (Winter’s Tale)

Noah's Last Letter- Aaron Zigman (The Notebook)

What’s In The Middle- the bird and the bee (Bones)

ivy- Taylor Swift

Footprints in the Sand- Leona Lewis

Remember Me (Lullaby)- Gael Garcia Bernal, Gabriella Flores (Coco)

On The Nature Of Daylight- Max Richter

My Heart Will Go On- Basil Jose (Titanic)

The Story- Sara Ramirez (Grey's Anatomy)

Commentary:

There were sooo many songs I wanted to include in part IV, but I controlled myself and ended up with this particular dozen.

"She Was Like A Bright Light" and "Noah’s Last Letter" are an instrumental double punch to the gut for Nick’s time in Gilead during episodes 4.07-4.09. The first one is meant for when he finds out June made it to Canada, and the 2nd for is for when he starts to gather info on Hannah to give to June.

"What’s in the Middle" and "ivy" are June’s POV of episodes 4.07-4.09.

"What's In The Middle" has more of an angry and confused vibe, and June was definitely both in episodes 7 and 8.

Losing your head is such a common theme

All your brains are falling out, falling out the open seams

Where is the heart, is the heart of the matter

I will empty out my skull of all this useless chatter

On the other hand, "ivy" has this haunted vibe, but there's also reverence and acceptance, which she begins to achieve in episode 9.

Oh, goddamn

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand

Taking mine, but it's been promised to another

Oh, I can't

Stop you putting roots in my dreamland

My house of stone, your ivy grows

And now I'm covered in you

The next three songs are of course all for their reunion in 4.09, and I couldn’t resist including the song that was actually played in the scene.

"The Story" draws the season to a close nicely, with June understanding that her current needs are different from what they used to be and that there’s someone who understands her completely (and it’s not Luke).

You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed

They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am

And they don't know what I've been through like you do

And I was made for you

Part V- Season 5 and Beyond, the last 6 songs

Secret Love Song- Little Mix, Jason Derulo

Burn With You- Lea Michele

The Bones- Maren Morris

Feels Like Home- Auli'i Carvalho, Keegan DeWitt

Love Will Find A Way- Piano Covers (Lion King II)

Like I'll Never Love You Again- Carrie Underwood

“Secret Love Song” is a more angsty tune about a love that’s still kept a secret like June and Nick’s love (as far as most people are concerned). Now that they’ve already made out in front of the man who raped and abused June and made Nick watch him do that, I want to believe they can let go of the secrecy in S5, at least when it comes to a few people.

I'm living for that day Someday Can I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that we could be like that Why can't we it be like that? Cause I'm yours, I'm yours Why can't you hold me in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dancefloor? I wish that it could be like that Why can't it be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops I wish that it could be like that Why can't we be like that? Cause I'm yours Why can't we be like that? Wish we could be like that

***

“Bones” is about a relationship with a strong foundation, which IMO they do have. It will carry them in the future, too. They’re more into each other now than ever before and especially June is coming to terms with how strong that love is. They’ll weather any storm.

When the bones are good, the rest don't matter

Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

Let it break 'cause you and I remain the same

When there ain't a crack in the foundation

Baby, I know any storm we're facing

Will blow right over while we stay put

The house don't fall when the bones are good

***

“Feels Like Home” is more hopeful. Their home is with each other and I hope that’s something that will be explored more in the future.

Take me, I'm ready

Go slow but go steady

To a place that we can call our own

I wanna know what feels like home

***

“Like I’ll Never Love You Again” is a good conclusion for the playlist. It’s hopeful and a testament to an epic love.

I wanna love you like the rain on a roof

Stronger than a bottle of a hundred ten proof

I wanna take love to places that love has never been

Yeah, I wanna love you like I'll never love you again

And I'll love you again

Oh, and again

#the handmaid’s tale #nick x june #osblaine #osblaineweek2021

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Hi I was wondering if u could do a sequel to your trade off fanfic it’s sooo good and I need to know what happens next?!?!

You should just count yourself lucky this was one of the few pieces I wrote with a small continuation in-mind. Osamu’s my favorite, out of the twins, but it’s hard not to imagine Atsumu taking every opportunity to steal attention away from his twin, even with the twin they’re supposed to be sharing. He seems like the type to get… desperate, when he’s not in the spotlight.

Part One.

TW: Kidnapping, Emotional Manipualtion, Mentions of Violence, Slight Dehumanization, and Sligh Infantalization.

Osamu was stricter than Atsumu.

Atsumu was never kind. Even when you loved him, even when your relationship had been normal, he’d never been the type of boyfriend to bring home flowers or surprise you with a home-cooked dinner, even if he was more than happy to hang off of your waist and moan about how long it was taking as you made sure your pro-athlete didn’t starve to death. No, he wasn’t considerate, he wasn’t even nice, but he never made an effort to be cruel, either. When you acted-up, when you tried to run away, he would slap you or put you over his knee or do something painful and humiliating, but it’d never last for more than a few hours, and as long as you apologized and promised to be better, he’d never hold it against you. Osamu had rules. He had a method to his madness. When you fought back, you weren’t just told you were incapable, you were treated like you were incapable. Your restraints got tighter, your freedoms dwindled until they’d abandoned you completely. He’d let your misdeeds build up until he had to hurt you, until he could say he didn’t have a choice. He stood back and watch you dig your own grave, only to push you in when it was too deep to climb out of.

Atsumu treated you like a partner who didn’t know they were meant to love him back.

Osamu treated you like a pet who should know better than to not love him back.

That’s not to say you didn’t still hate Atsumu. You did. You hated him and his brother more than one person should hate anyone. You just couldn’t rember why you’d hated Atsumu so much--

“Hey there, thinkin’ about how much you miss me?”

Oh. Right.

That’s why.

It took you a second too long to curl into yourself, to snap in the direction of the familiar voice in an unfamiliar tone and bare your teeth at Atsumu’s smirking, unwanted face. You had been lost in thought, technically, but not of your own volition. After your latest bout of ‘misbehavior’, as your current captor put it, he’d started confiscating your books, your luxuries, anything and everything that might stop you from reconsidering your actions, like a child forced in the corner for a prolonged time-out. You didn’t have anything to do except think, but Atsumu didn’t have to know that. He didn’t get to know that. He didn’t get to know anything about you.

“Why the fuck are you here?” You spat, forcing the question out through gritted teeth. Anyone else stumbling into your bedroom would’ve been a god-send, it would’ve been a miracle. If Atsumu decided to make an appearance, it was only to throw you back into his basement, rather than his brother’s spare room. “Don’t tell me that you and Osamu are comparing notes, now. You might actually figure out how to stop me from leaving, if you put your two brain cells together.”

“That’s not the kind of language you should be usin’ with me, is it?” This question was just as mocking as his last, salt that was only ground deeper into your wounds as Atsumu took a step closer, then another, leaving the door ajar behind him. You considered trying to run, trying to push past him and see if you’d be able to make it further than the threshold, but just as your feet began to twitch, his fist was closing around your collar and he was dragging you to the edge of your bed, posing you to face him as he scanned over your form, his smirk dropping into a sneer as he evaluated what Osamu had dressed you in, what Osamu had done to you. Still, you couldn’t tell what bothered him more - the faded bruises encircling your wrists and the bandages plastered to your sides from his last punishment, or the monstrous, lacy things Osamu preferred to dress you in. “What’s he doin’ to you, baby? No wonder ‘samu wanted me to drop off some of your stuff, I’d kill him for makin’ me wear--”

“What do you mean he wanted you to? How did you know where I am?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened, his nails digging into the thin fabric. Instantly, you knew you shouldn’t have spoken.

“He hasn’t told you.” There was a laugh, breathy and amazed and disbelieving, as if there was some great, astounding, wonderful secret Osamu was supposed to share with you and hadn’t. In the blink of an eye, he’d let go of your collar, but the liberation was fleeting. Instead, his fingers were quick to tangle themselves in your hair, jerking you upward as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his grin pressing against your skin, not doing any harm but sending a reflexive, frigid jolt of panic down the length of your spine. You tried to push him away, shoving at his chest and attempting to put the smallest amount of distance between your body and his, but Atsumu was more than happy to drag you closer, to hold you tighter. “He hasn’t told you anything. Damn, and I was startin’ to think I was the mean one.” Another laugh, a chuckle this time. “He tried to make himself sound like a real hero, right? Such a good guy, taking in a stray from evil, clumsy Atsumu? How long did it take you to realize he was just as fucked up as your old-guy?”

You shook your head, but the sense of betrayal was numb, dull, a well-used blade struggling to find its way to your heart. Osamu hadn’t lied, or… he hadn’t lied for very long, at least. He’d made it sound like he’d gotten lucky. You’d just chosen the wrong place to go, the wrong pair of arms to run into. If this was supposed to happen, if they’d wanted this to happen, that would mean he knew what Atsumu was doing and he hadn’t…

You didn’t think you liked what that would mean.

You opened your mouth, ready to deny it, but before you could get a word out, Atsumu was being dragged away from you, revealing Osamu standing behind him, all tension and sharp frowns and narrow glares at his brother and at you, more the former than the latter. You forced yourself to relax, to fold your hands in your lap and take on the softened, fragile posture Osamu was so adamant that you maintain, but obedience did little to save you from the harshness in his voice, as he spoke. “I told you to stay out,” He grunted, ignoring you in favor of reprimanding Atsumu. “(Y/n) ain’t yours, right now. You have to wait your turn if you wanna play with ‘em.”

“So cold, ‘samu. What I’d do to get on your bad side?” In an instant, Atsumu was all high-pitched whines and dramatic pouts, making a point of rubbing at the back of his neck and turning his back to you, his obsession seemingly forgotten at the hint of something more interesting to do. “I’m just makin’ sure our baby knows what’s goin’ on. It’d be a shame if someone left ‘em in the dark, wouldn’t it?”

Osamu moved to answer, but you were faster, this time. “Is it true, Osamu?” You asked, the words hardly loud enough to be audible. “Did you... did you know?”

For a second, he met your eyes, and something almost apologetic flashed across his expression.

You might’ve been able to believe it was, if he wasn’t so quick to turn away.

“Get out.” If he was growling before, he was seething now, his shoulders squaring as he cocked his head towards the door, his hands balling into fists at his sides so tightly, you had to wonder if he’d manage to draw blood. “You’ve already done enough damage. I don’t need you going around, saying that kinda shit and puttin’ more ideas into their head. Get out before I throw you out.”

Atsumu just shrugged, only slapping his brother’s back as he passed by, making no move to argue, to stay, to take you back. It seemed like he wasn’t going to acknowledge your presence at all until he reached the door, pausing for a little too long as he threw an idle, careless smirk over his shoulder. As consceded as it was crushing.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks, angelface.”

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sheepfulsheepyardinspace · 4 years

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Do you have any Star Wars fanfic recommendations, or have a link to someone else's list? I really wanna veg out.

oh my god, DO I. this may have been the best ask in the world. i’m not really sure what u want a feel for, so i threw together some of my favorite longfics for maximum veg time from the ot/pt and links for swr and swtcw recs. they’re pretty much all luke-anakin/vader centric, since that’s kinda my bread and butter.

let’s start with frodogenic, who wrote the first longfic i ever read in sw and might be one of the funniest authors ever. they once reviewed my fanfic & i nearly cried from joy. anyway.

The Father, 284k+, complete. “Ten years after ROTS, tormenting nightmares of his unborn child drive Darth Vader to extraordinary measures with unexpectedly drastic consequences. Clearly, experience has taught Darth Vader nothing...”

this is my og star wars fic and boy oh boy is it amazing. i will never get over this. i don’t want to spoil anything but when i say the final chapters are great? i mean they’re legendary. sometimes i still think about them & wish upon a star that i could be such a great writer. vader’s amazing, han is spectacular, and the ocs are fantastic.

Far More Than Rubies, 70k+, complete. “Nine years after AOTC, tragedy revisits the Lars Homestead. Little Luke Skywalker is suddenly plunged into chaos as the rebel movements discover a secret military project that may make a crucial difference in the war with the Empire.”

the spiritual twin of The Father, FMTR takes a look at padmé’s character and relationship with both luke and anakin/vader that’s hard to beat. it’s darker and heavier than The Father, but it hits those same sweet, sweet emotional beats while raising the age-old question: if padmé had lived, what would she have done?

The Family Tree, 12k, complete. “In which Luke Skywalker is stranded in a tree waiting for a flash flood to recede. Too bad he's got company...”

okay, i admit, this isn’t a longfic, but it is a longshot, and it’s amazing. the imagery and description always blow me away, and the interaction (canon-compliant) between luke and vader just [chef’s kiss] get me. vader’s in full, glorious form, and it makes it all the harder when luke wrestles with the knowledge that vader is his father.

Sibling Revelry, 25k, complete. “After Bespin and before Endor, Darth Vader is shocked to discover that Luke and Leia are twins. He's even more shocked when Imperial Intelligence reports that Organa and Skywalker are, erm, a tad closer than previously suspected.”

this is complete crack and humor in the best way possible. it’s crack treated entirely seriously, and you will be in stitches, i promise. no matter how many times i’ve read this i break down.

KittandChips (@kittandchips) writes what i can only describe as food for the soul. the luke-vader interaction is insanely amazing, the world building of daily imperial life and imperial governance is amazing, and vader just has a special je ne sais quoi that u must read to understand––tragic, funny, and so, so fatherly. they’re currently rewriting the Force Bond Series to fit in with newer canon, so i will joyously binge reread the entire again (including the new Force Bond: Mustafar Weekend).

Force Bond 1: Orphan, 47k, complete. “After Owen and Beru are killed by a mysterious stranger, young Luke ends up as an orphan on Coruscant. It's a race against time as Obi-Wan struggles to find Luke before Vader realizes the boy is his son.”

Orphan kicks off the series, which tracks vader and luke’s relationship through the perils of luke’s teenagerhood while growing up under the eye of the emperor and imperial court. it’s filled with slow growth, struggle and misunderstandings as darth vader tries to single parent, and pay off in every installment. the entire series clocks in around 777k+ and is the most joyful, fulfilling reading you’ll ever have. promise.

darth-nickels (@darth--nickels) writes darker, twistier, and terribly, terribly heartwrenching aus. they’ve got a whole host, but let me introduce to my two favorites. also, check out their faux-academia on vader. it’s amazing and i love it, but i admit i am an academia hoe.

Dooku Captured, Pt 2, 16k, complete. “Dooku is taken alive onboard the Invisible Hand, and Sidious' web is torn. The Sith Lord wonders if death might have been preferable to clumsy interrogation by Anakin Skywalker.”

Dooku Captured is a longshot au told from Dooku’s pov which takes the beginning of ROTS and throws it on its head. it’s a fascinating outside perspective of anakin and obi-wan’s relationship and such and interesting examination of dooku’s psyche and especially his complex relationship with the jedi order, qui-gon, yoda, and palpatine. i cannot rec this one enough.

Black Mirror, 90k, incomplete. “The Ghost crew returns to the Lothal when they hear the Empire is investigating the Jedi Temple there. They learn Vader is alone and decide to take him out-- but what they find could change the course of Galactic history.”

Black Mirror diverges into swr territory, but make no mistake: this is entirely an examination of vader and, later, obi-wan as well as ahsoka. luke makes his appearance later in the game, and boy oh boy will you love luke’s portrayal is a microcosm of luke and vader’s relationship within canon. heed the tags, though.

jerseydevious ( @jerseydevious ) is, first and foremost, one of my favorite people on earth. secondly, though, she’s an amazing writer with a deep understanding of vader’s character and psyche, a flair for beautiful depictions, and the true ability to wring every emotion out of your body.

Two and a Half Men (with a baby), 13k, incomplete. “After a long day of bargaining with Hutts and attempting to ignore his past, Darth Vader is nearing the end of his rope. When he discovers his two-year-old son, it's the straw that breaks the semi-rational Sith Lord's back; in a rash act worthy of the Skywalker name, he scoops his son into his arms, steals a shuttle from his own fleet, and punches in random hyperspace coordinates to a destination on the other side of the galaxy. Unfortunately, father and son are not the only ones on the ship.”

Two and a Half Men will stick with you, dude. like no other. i promise. it’s a whirlwind ride with obi-wan, vader, and piett and as funny as it is heartbreaking. it touches on some heavy issues and doesn’t shy away from looking at the damage done to vader––again, heed the tags.

Helioseismology, 4k, complete. “Luke gets shot down on a supply run and caught in an ice storm. It's extremely lucky that his father followed him there.“

i’ll admit. im completely biased about this one because it was a birthday gift to me and i am sucker for litcherally anything when jd puts pen to paper, but believe me when i say you will be awed by the depth and tangled relationships between these luke and vader that jersey can illustrate in a stroke of the paintbrush. im love. always.

izzythehutt ( @izzythehutt ) i am blown away by the intricate dialogue and characterization, always. and the latin puns? im sold. im also a sucker for latin puns, but that’s a story for a different time.

In Loco Pirates, 34k, complete. “A down-on-his-luck Hondo Ohnaka manages to capture the unicorn of all bounties--Luke Skywalker, which sends Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith, on a painfully familiar trip to the planet Florrum to collect his prize. The failed negotiations leave Vader in the awkward position of being stuck in a besieged pirate bunker, trying to balance keeping his wayward child safe (and in his custody) with controlling the tongue of a loose-lipped pirate who--to the surprise of no one--has a bad habit of telling 'amusing' anecdotes from the Clone Wars.”

hondo, aka the best character of swtcw, is brought to life just as vividly on paper as on screen. his entire personality brings luke and vader’s difficulties in a sort of incredulous light, which makes it as funny as it is vulnerable and tragic. the sequel, Palpatine Ad Portas, brings piett into the spotlight, and oh man do his interactions with palpatine and vader bring u all the uncomfortable vibes. relish in it.

sparklight ( @littlesparklight ) man. lemme introduce u to an amazing prolific and detailed writer. i will never get over the series they’ve written & neither will u.

Where Our Intrepid Hero Doesn’t Get Away, 122k, incomplete. “One-shots surrounding either AU situations of canon/legends works where Luke would normally have gotten away (or Vader is simply inserted into the action to come pick his child up) but in these instances doesn't, or completely new scenarios of the same. There are no deep ruminations on consequences of the situations here, just our awful Sith dad picking his son up when he'd rather not be.”

exactly what it says on the tin. u know those glorious moments of fanfic where luke’s gotten captured and ur on pins and needles, waiting for vader to show up in a moment of dark glory? here’s the moment. here’s all the moments.

Space Race, 122k, incomplete. “Owen gives in to Luke's wish to attend the Imperial Academy and Obi-Wan is too late to avert it, though he's not too late to make sure Luke leaves Arkanis before Vader can gets his hands on him. Luke spends over a month running around the galaxy before his father gets him, and from there...”

this story relishes in chase and boy is it fun. it will keep you on the edge of your seat and it’s an amazing ride.

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this series is a thoughtful, contemplative piece examining the nature of the force and the relationship the skywalkers have with tatooine. the descriptions are beautiful, the inventiveness is amazing, and you’ll be thinking about it for long afterwards.

an additional few…

Between Flight and Longing; 34k, complete. “Luke Skywalker and Han Solo journey to the planet Balen'ar on a desperate mission and find more than they'd bargained for.”

a classic and it is for a reason. the interaction between han, luke, and vader is so spectacular and the slow trudge of going through the forest with your greatest enemy and best friend is something hilarious. the end is bittersweet and fantastic.

The Sith Who Brought Life Day, 13k, complete. “An Imperial officer loses a bet and has to get Darth Vader a present for Life Day.”

somewhere between terrifying and dull, this fic presents a canon-compliant look at the hunt for luke and the grinding wheels of the empire. the oc is amazing and it echoes in true star wars spirit: sometimes it’s just some dude who can change the galaxy.

Quintessence, 5k, complete. ‘“Well, Master, I think I’ve found the one positive aspect of this situation.” “Which is?” “The Temple won’t have to pay the costs for our funeral pyres.”’

pure hilarity and shenanigans abound in pre-aotc obi-wan and anakin hijink goodness. lemme tell u––u will deeply sympathize with mace windu afterwards. additionally, check out the rest of the author’s oneshots! they’re deeply thoughtful and the interactions the author writes between obi-wan and anakin are always gold.

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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Unforgettable pt. 2

Hi again!

I’ll admit up front I’m not too happy with this chapter but I wanted to get this out!

Warnings: none! just some sass but what else is new?

Pairing: Dabi/Touya x f!reader x Hawks

Part one Part 3

Masterlist is here

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Time passed by too slowly for the rest of their hero commission academy days. Keigo had become the full-fledged hero Hawks, while you had your plans kept being altered and halted. After your stint at the hospital, the commission was worried about using you knowing the danger of your quirks limit. However, you still wanted to help out in anyway you could; after all this was all you knew.

So you find yourself working at the hero commission headquarters as a personal assistant for the higher ups. Your quirk proved useful around the building so they kept you around, keeping schedules tight, missions in order, and anything else that needed to be done, including some maintenance.

They never let you near their archives or library.

For fear of what could happen, they forbade you from going in there on your own. Unless you were otherwise notified, those two places were off limits. You understood, of course but it still hurt that you weren’t allowed in those places considering all you’ve done for them.

Now into your 20’s, you had the ability to live on your own. Unfortunately, it was all under the watchful eye of the commission. They picked your apartment building, which floor to be on for easy access if heroes ever need a safe haven, almost down to your furniture. You were grateful but very annoyed.

At least it was easy for Hawks to come and go as he pleased. With it being near the headquarters and his alliance to the commission, Hawks frequented you quite a bit. If the press and social media were allowed in your life, they’d be filled with rumors about the two of you potentially dating. However, that was another aspect of life your quirk and hero commission took away from you.

As much as you were allowed to look at meetings, update their website, man some of the phone calls, the world outside of that was off limits. They were terrified of losing such a valuable asset as yourself so they took every precaution to shelter you. Or so you had been told.

On this particular afternoon, you were heading out of the building when you got a text on your phone asking you to go to the roof. A smirk graced your face as you closed all your files in your desk as you prepared to make a pit stop on your way home. Once on the roof, you’re greeted with the bright and warm afternoon sun. Your eyes squint adjusting to the scene before you, the view of the city is gorgeous up here and he knows that.

“Hey pretty bird.”

At the sound of his voice, you turn and see your long time friend. You run to him and tightly embrace him, chuckling into his chest. He falls back at the sudden move and hugs you back, but lifts up slightly off the rooftop to twirl you in the air.

“Keigo! I hate it when you do that.” You pout at him, causing the blond to laugh lightly.

“Sorry Kid, I couldn’t help myself. How are you today,” he asks, cautiously placing you back on even footing.

“Oh I’m good,” you tease, “but not as good as you Mr. Number Two hero! I’m sad I just got the news but… you know…”

His golden eyes soften at that. As much as he hates to keep you in the dark of most life, he knows it’s for the best. He’s still deeply terrified of losing you and the news he’s kept in his back pocket that he’s about to share are a dead weight.

Hawks sighs deeply, “I know dove, I wish there was more I could do. But, that’s not why I brought you up here.” You give him a questioning look as the two of you sit on the edge, just enjoying each others presence. “Do you remember that meeting I had a couple weeks ago?”

Your face scrunches as you go through each memory of the last two weeks at the office. Hawks can’t help but steal a glance at you like this. He’s always loved your intense thinking face, how each crease, each little wrinkle he sees makes his heart soar. But he quickly drowns those bubbling feelings once your eyes meet.

“Ah yes! I handed you files outside of the main meeting room with all of the higher ups. I couldn’t go into detail but it involved the League of Villains and a dangerous mission for a particular candidate which I can assume is you?”

“Sheesh kid, even though I’ve known you for years I can’t get over how detailed you always are. But yeah that one…” he trails off looking at the sky in front of him.

“So? What do you need to tell me?”

He can’t look at you as he tells you his new and elongated mission. “I’m going undercover to infiltrate the League.” He pauses when he feels your body flinch against his. Fuck, he knew this would suck. “The commission didn’t want me to tell you, but I couldn’t do that to you.”

You lift off of him and your jaw drops. “Gasp, the Takami Keigo ignoring orders from the hero commission?! What has the world turned into?”

Hawks deadpans you as small laughs erupt from your belly. He does his best to keep a serious expression but he cracks and always will crack at your reactions. “Yes,” regaining his composure, “I went against one order, they’ll drop me for sure.” Keigo waits for the two of you to calm down before proceeding. “But I mean it, I couldn’t keep you out of the loop of my life like that.”

“How long?”

“A few months minimum. I’m actually already in talks with someone right now in the league. But kid, I wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to visit you as much. I’ll be pulled between them and the hero commission and my agency.” The tenor in his voice trails off as he looks onto your form. “Aw c’mon baby bird, don’t give me that.”

You stand up and walk closer to the roof’s center. “I know this mission was supposed to be for me.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. You knew, you knew they were preparing you for a mission just like this to test you but somehow it fell through.

“Things have changed, the league has grown more powerful. The hero commission and heroes in general are in the spotlight now more than ever. You know that they-“

You stop and turn to face him, “I’m not some fragile piece of glass that has to be kept away! I’m so tired of this!” Tears threatened to fall but you squeezed your eyes so tight to prevent that from happening. “I’m so, so tired of being stuck with them and I know you are too.”

You feel Hawks’ being before feeling his wings encircle you. The smell of his cologne mixes with his musk and sweat that reminds you of home. Keigo has always been your sense of home and to lose that is too much. “One day. But we owe them so much. You know that more than I do (Y/n).”

Your thumb brushes the few tears that fell and you turn to face the blond man. His eyes hold yours, almost speaking to you silently as your heartbeat slows. A chuckle leaves your lips as you slump your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make this so sad. You wanted to do something right?”

Shocked at your ability to completely turn the mood around, he resists the urge to wipe your trailing tears and smirks at you. “Ah yeah, in like two hours I’m meeting with Endeavor for a meal. I was hoping we could do one last fly around the city for old times sake,” he opens his arms for you.

You try, and fail, to hide the feeling of your face warming up. “I’d love nothing more.”

Hawks knows all too well that this isn’t the life you want or the one you deserve. Whenever he’s had a meeting with the commission he can’t help but frown at your sight behind your back. You can’t know that he knows you feel trapped, a mutual feeling shared. But he vowed to always be there for you and make you happy. He wants to take you out on the town at least and learn more about the world around you.

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Before he meets with his idol, he drops the two of you off a means away from his meeting place. You glance at him, confusion etched onto your features. “I don’t understand,” you start, “normally you take me back to my balcony why are we nowhere close to that?”

Keigo exhales lightly, “look Kid, you have a map app on your phone right? Use that to get home.”

He’s met with confused silence once he meets your gaze. “Do I have to spell it out for you? Spread your wings, go find a new place to eat on your way back. Find a nice park to sit in for a little while…”

“Go experience some freedom for me okay? I mean it, (Y/n).”

You’re at a loss for words, flabbergasted at what Hawks just told you. Be free? Go home without his help? “Are you trying to get the hero commission to kill you?!”

“Heh, only if you tell them. Now what do you observe, hm?”

You start to look around, really taking your time to take in your surroundings. “Well, we’re in an alley where you could kill me.”

“Words can hurt.”

“And judging by the lack of super tall buildings and wandering bystanders, we’re somewhere near the housing unit of the city correct?” He nods at your questioning as he waits for you to understand the implications of what he’s done. He asked to meet you on the roof, took you on a fly around the city, dropped you near the housing area… “You’re really the best aren’t you?” You hug him tightly and quickly, eager to just wander around for once.

“You can always come back to this spot if you feel trapped. I’ve been scoping this area out for awhile now. Not a lot of press or people; it’s perfect. I know there’s a park and some open spaces and I wanna tell you to be careful but I know you won’t listen. But, from here to your apartment is about a 20 minute walk and yes it has access to the buildings secret entrance.”

“Keigo I could kiss you this is the best gift ever.”

“Whoa dove, save that for the apartment.”

He smirks at you and you just roll your eyes. “You’re incorrigible. But I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much I love this Kei.”

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Hawks flies away as he makes sure your new journey of newfound freedom begins. He checks the time on his phone and double checks the information he had been told and heads to meet Endeavor. Coming out of the shadows to avoid being seen is Hawks’ inside accomplice for what’s about to go down in an hour.

Twinkling sapphire eyes briefly follow the winged man take flight, but are swiftly moving from the man in the air to the woman walking far away from him. The figure emerges, donned in his notable long black jacket but face covered in a mask to somewhat hide his identity. His eyes widen in recognition and a whisper leaves his lips before he prepares the Nomu.

“(Y/n), my little mouse.”

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operationcavill · 4 years

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Untangled - Part 6

He parks the car outside of her apartment and sighs heavily, “Let’s talk upstairs,” He walks around the front of the car to open her door, looking around with a scowl on his face. Neither of then say a word until they reach the elevator.

Inspired by: Butterflies // Kacey Musgraves

Y/N - Your name

S/N - Sisters name

B/I/L - Brother-in-Law

B/N - Brothers Name

B/F/N - Best Friends Name

Y/N turns her shower on and really looks at herself in the mirror for the first time in hours, “You just got laid, bitch.” By Henry Cavill no less, but what does that even mean? Was he actually that into her? He seems to be but he is an actor. He asked her to lunch, though. And technically, for another date. Did last night actually happen? The hot water feels renewing, refreshing. Should she tell B/F/N? Hell, she wouldn’t even have told her S/N if she hadn’t walk in on them. She can only imagine what was going through her sisters head. Who wouldn’t go nuts if they saw a practically nude man like that? Stepping out, she grabs her phone and decides to text B/F/N.

Y/N: I have something to tell you.

B/F/N: Please do not scare me.

Y/N: It’s nothing bad. I slept with someone last night!

B/F/N: OMG WHO

Y/N: That’s the part I’m having trouble with

B/F/N: What

B/F/N: Jesus Christ, you didn’t sleep with [Your Ex] did you??

Y/N: Bitch. No.

B/F/N: Why are you being so weird then?

Y/N: Because he’s kinda like famous.

B/F/N: Excuse me??

Y/N: You CAN NOT tell anyone ok?

B/F/N: Lmao did you sleep with a superhero or something? What’s with the secret??

Y/N: Funny you should say that 🙃

B/F/N: Ummmm what

Y/N: I may or may not have slept with the guy who plays superman.

B/F/N: Stop it.

Y/N: I did.

B/F/N: Seriously?

Y/N: We’re going to lunch in a little bit.

B/F/N: I’m fucking dying right now.

Y/N: How do you think I feel!?

B/F/N: You gonna give up the deets?

Y/N: I will later. I need to get ready.

B/F/N: bitch 😒

Y/N: You love it 💕

B/F/N: You know waiting on this is gonna kill me

Y/N: I’ll get text you soon!

Henry has a large smile on his face when Y/N arrives, “Hello there,” they share a quick cheek kiss before sitting at a cozy table by the window. They make small talk and Henry takes a picture with a little girl who said that wonder woman was her favorite but he’s second. He was sweet and gentle, he asked for her name and if she’s excited for halloween. He told her to try not to eat too many sweeties, which is much cuter than saying, ‘candy’.

“You’re somethin’ else,” She’s sure her face is going to get stuff in a permanent smile.

His face slightly twists, “Why? What’d I do?”

“You’re kind. You were so sweet to her.” She can practically feel the tug on her ovaries.

The waiter arrives to take their order. He was visibly starstruck and tripped over his words, “It’s so cool that you’re on a date with Geralt!”

She amuses him. “I know. Although, I think I prefer the grey hair.” Once they all have a laugh, the waiter trots off to the kitchen.

“Are you a nerd, Y/N?”

She attempts to be serious, “I’ll show you my Fifth Element miniatures later. How was your little trip?”

He bites his lip, “So, I got some news while back at the hotel,”

“Oh yeah? Anything scandalous?”

He nervously laughs, “I wish. I, uh, have to go back home for a week to do press.”

“Are you excited to go home for a bit?”

“Yes, and No,” he pushes a fork around and focuses on it, “I love going home, and I like working.”

She senses that there’s something else, “But?”

Henry continues, “But I’ve met a girl in a bar and I wasn’t finished getting to know her,” he wonders how many times he can make her blush, he’s sure it’s never enough.

“Wanna make a deal, Cavill?”

He perks up his eyebrow, “What you offering, Y/L/N?”

“How about, you let me know when you get back and I let you know where to find me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “Deal.”

The waiter brings their sandwiches and they enjoy their meal while poking each others legs under the table like children. In this moment, he completely forgets who he is. Right now, he’s just Henry. He’s Henry who likes to eat sandwiches with cute woman and talk about his dog and the show he’s been trying to watch for months. He feels good.

Y/N almost chokes on her food laughing at story concerning an unfortunate tongue biting accident that occurred during his first kiss, “What did you do?”

“I jumped and kind of yelled in pain, and I think she cried. She never looked at me again.”

“I’m happy to report my first kiss was not as tragic,” he asks her to go on and she grins, “I was about 14 and there was a boy who would visit his grandma a few times during the summer. I had known him forever, his grandma lived across the street so we’d play together. One day, we were playing spotlight with a bunch of the neighborhood kids and he just kissed me. Kissed me right there beside Mr. Hoffmans car.”

“That’s very cute,” he could get a stomach ache with how sweet she was.

“It was,” She takes a sip of her water, “I have no idea what happened to him, either.”

Henry watches her, a habit he doesn’t plan on breaking, “You wanna go for a walk?”

“If you buy be coffee first,” Y/N and her addiction to warm drinks is what makes this her favorite time of year.

“You got it.” After some deliberation, Henry finally convinces Y/N that he’s paying for her food, and coffee, too.

They begin their stroll around the chilly city, stealing small looks at one another, “So, When do you leave?”

He sighs, “Tomorrow evening,”

“That sounds like an awful time for a flight,” Y/N’s head gravitates towards his shoulder.

“I’m a little used to it now. Leave late on the east coast, arrive in the morning in the UK,”

“Don’t you get tired?” She asks him so genuinely, with so much concern.

“I’m always tired,” Henry gives her a soft chuckle.

Y/N searches his face, “You seem to sleep pretty good to me,”

“There’s an exception, Darling,” Henry can’t help but feel a little bashful.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you, it was nice and your blankets are so soft.”

She giggles and leans into him again for a short side hug, “You’re a cliche that I have no problem with,”

“I am not,” He flicks her nose.

“Wha—!” She flicks his in return, “How very dare you?”

He kisses the tip of her nose and apologizes, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You’re lucky you got me coffee,” She pants jokingly after taking a large sip.

“You’re quite the caffeine addict. Late night tea, 16 ounce coffees,”

“What can I say? I’m a starving artist, it was either cigarettes or giant cups of piping hot coffee, I chose the coffee,” she pulls on the collar of his shirt and he’s tempted to kiss her again, but if he kisses her now, he doesn’t know if he can find the will to stop. There’s just something about her.

They decide to circle back around and Y/N pulls out her phone to get a ride, “I’ll take you home, why didn’t you drive today?”

She looks slightly embarrassed, “Oh, my tail light went out the other night and the garage won’t take it until Friday. They ticket you for everything up here, so I didn’t wanna risk it.”

Henry escorts her to the car, politely opening and closing her door. Just a few minutes into the drive Y/N’s phone goes off, “Oh god, it’s my mom.”

He turns the radio down and whispers, “I won’t make peep.”

She answers the phone as if she’s alone and not with a world famous actor, “Hey, mama,”

“Is there something you need to tell me?” There’s no way her sister would have told her anything, even if she threatened to do so. Y/N is taking too long and her mother repeats herself.

“No? What do you mean?” She notices Henry look at her and then look back at the road.

Her mother sighs “The boy who cuts our grass showed me a picture of you with a certain someone.”

“A picture?” If they weren’t already at a stop light, Henry thinks he might have slammed on the breaks.

“Y/N, theres a bunch! He’s kissing your nose and rubbing your leg while you eat a sandwich. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone? And HIM?”

“I’m not,” she collapses onto her couch, “I just met him.”

“Are you lying?” Mothers always know.

The light turns green but he’s still looking at her, as if he’s trying to hear the conversation, “No, mother,” She mouths to him, ‘it’s green,”

But accidentally lets out a, “Oh, sorry, Darling.”

Her mother gasps in disbelief, “You slept with him!”

Her eyes practically fly out of her skull, “What! How—no I did not!”

“He called you ‘Darling’. That’s some sweet talk, I don’t think this is a good idea. You always say you like your privacy.” Her mother always knew what her girls were really up to. Mothers always know.

“I know, ma, but you’re reading way too much into this,” She exhales, “can we talk about this later?”

And just like all mothers, she refuses to let up,“No, how did you even meet him?”

“We were at Benny’s and he was there.”

“Out of all the bars,” She just knows her mom is rolling her eyes.

“He’s kind, fun to talk to.” Henry actually blushes and can’t contain his smile.

“I googled him.” Oh, of course, “He’s 10 years older than you.”

“You’re older than dad.” He tenses, he’s a little familiar with this, and he understands, but Y/N was very grown and very independent. He liked her for her, not her age. Ok, so her being attractive was a plus, but he had no intention of ‘playing’ her.

“I’m one year older than your father, thank you.”

“I’m very aware of my age,” She hated this. It didn’t matter how old Y/N was, she was the baby, the little one, the one protected one in her family.

“Honey, I’m serious.” Mothers.

She knows her mother means well, but can’t a girl live? “Why are y’all so worked up over this? I—,”

“Who’s y’all?”, Y/N spilled the beans, “You said you just met.”

“S/N met him that night I did,” and saw him practically naked the next morning, “and B/I/L...and John.”

“Well, now the whole world knows you’re sleeping with him.”

“I’m not sleeping with him,” He snaps her a look and she gives on in return as a warning to him, he better not make a sound.

“Are you being safe?”

“Oh my god! Yes, I’m being safe!” Henry has to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth.

“Ah-Ha, you are sleeping with him,” Great.

Y/N throws her head back on the headrest, “Jesus, ya’ll are being really intrusive. You know that, right?”

“I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you.”

“And I’m fine, Mama.” He finds it endearing that they call her ‘Mama’. It’s sweet and brings out her accent. “Can I call you later?”

She stalls, “I guess, but I’m not done talking about this. It’s not every day your daughter get’s involved with a warlock,”

“It’s a Witcher, Ma, not a warlock.” Henry can’t keep his laugh in this time, causing Y/N to slap his arm.

He clears his throat, “Sorry,”

She can feel her mothers glare through the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, ok? I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye,” She turn towards him, “Well, we’ve been had.”

“I’m so sorry.” He looks all too apologetic, “I wasn’t thinking about it. I’m sorry.”

While she is nervous, she knows it’s not his fault, “Don’t be sorry. I still had a good date with you, Her phone buzzes for was seems like a dozen times in a row, “Oh,”

Henry’s mood has completely shifted. He already felt as if his feelings for her were escalating too quickly, and now this? It had only been a couple of days, “Don’t look at them.”

She scrunches her nose, “Huh?”

She clicks her tongue a few times in hopes that he breaks the silence first, he doesn’t and she finally speaks up, “What did you mean don’t look at them?”

He waits until the doors open to her floor, “Don’t look at those things they tag you in. Some people are cruel for no reason.”

Henry can tell she’s nervous and getting a bit worked up. She’s struggling with the keys and can’t get the door unlocked. She gets so frustrated that she lets out an all too loud, “Fuck!” Her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Timmons, opens her door to see what causes the ruckus, “Sorry, Mrs. Timmons.” The woman disappears back into her apartment with a huff.

Y/N tries to open the door again and flings it open, closing it and leaning against it after it’s closed, “I’m so sorry for today.” He truly looks sorrowful and guilty.

“It’s not your fault,” She takes her coat off, then her shoes, and plops down on the couch, “I’m just—overwhelmed, I think.”

“You don’t deserve to be spied on like that,” He sits beside her and rests his elbows on his knees, “have you picture taken without you knowing.”

She scoffs, “You don’t either. Just ‘cause you're in movies doesn’t mean you should have to get you privacy violated.” She takes the hair tie from her wrist and begins to braid her hair, “I can’t believe I told my mom I slept with you.”

He laughs, “Am I really that bad?”

She falls to the side, groaning as she face plants the cushion, “No, I just don’t talk about those things with her. I mean, not really.”

“I can barely hear you,” He pokes her head and she sits back up.

“Do you tell your mom who you mess around with?”

“I can’t say that I do,”

“I need to turn off the notifications. That noise is going to drive me crazy.”

“You don’t have to but maybe making stuff private would help,”

“It’s all private already, these are like, people I don’t even really talk to or I haven’t talked to for years. Stupid Facebook.” She tosses her phone onto a chair and looks at Henry, who still has a solemn gaze, “I’m pretty good at covering my tracks, you know? I don’t use twitter, my instagram is private. Whatever this is, all of that stuff isn’t gonna get in the way.”

He shrugs, “I understand if you don’t want to deal with it,”

“It’s not exactly normal, is it?”

“No,” His tone has changed. It’s no longer chipper, just melancholy.

“Do you still want to see each other when you come back?”

“If you let me,”

She kisses his cheek quickly, “I wouldn’t have asked,”

“I do like you. Last night was just a huge bonus,” He hisses, “That sounded kind of gross,”

“I know what you meant,” She gives him a light and comforting smile.

“I have to ask; Are you pissed?”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, “Just unprepared, I guess.”

“Yeah, you can’t really prepare yourself for your mum to ask who you’re sleeping with,”

“I’m sorry my family is,” she pauses, “dramatic.”

“They’re not,” He admires a strong family bonds, he strives to create one of his own one of these days.

“Henry, it sounds like my sister wants to punch you and my mom freaked out, too.”

“Any chance I can get in good with your dad?” She gives him a blank stare, “I’m only joking.”

“B/F/N is gonna shit a brick.”

“And B/F/N is?”

“She’s my best friend. She’s practically our sister,” she remembers their text conversation, “oh, god, my mom probably called her.”

He chuckles, “You’ve got quite the circle.”

“I know, I’m sorry. They’re just protective and, yeah.” She’s tried not to show her embarrassment but it’s written in her body language.

“It’s not a big deal, I understand. It’s a tricky situation,” Tricky, indeed, but if anything this just made Henry want to further prove himself.

Y/N’s phone begins to ring and she excuses herself, “Sorry, I have to answer this one.”

Henry simply nods, interlacing his fingers and relaxing into the couch. He watches her walk around a small room, her hands up in the air and at times, writing things down. He leans to the side to get a better look. He doesn’t mean to be nosy but something catches his eye, its a painting. He can only see part of it but he already loves it. Some colors blend and others are blocked together, there’s lines and shapes. If she lets him, he’d love to explore more.

She reappears and gets back to her spot on the couch, “That looks like a fun room,”

“It’s where I paint,” She fiddles with her pant leg, “I have a show coming up,”

“Oh, yeah? Where?” She’s taken aback by his enthusiasm.

“It’s called Desmond’s,” She grins so widely that Henry notices a small dimple beside her mouth, “it's my second show there.”

“That’s amazing,”

“Thank you,” The shyness that overcomes her when she talks about her work, it’s akin to enchantment.

“Will you show me your work one of these days?” Henry looks as if he’s glowing at the possible opportunity.

“Hmm,” She taps her chin, faking thought, ”maybe.”

“I’ll take a maybe.” He’s more than glad for the maybe.

“I don’t think any of these are yours,” He waves his finger around happily.

“Hmm,” He’s correct, these are gifts or purchased from other artists, “I wanna see if you can spot them.”

He points toward her studio, “And I can’t look in there?”

Y/N shakes her head, “No, that doesn’t count.”

“I just want to see what you got in there. I know where I can spot one.”

She wants to call his bluff, “You do, do you?”

“At the bar,” He states it so matter of factly, “there’s a really cool mural on the back wall where the tables are.”

He figured it out too quick, “How did you know that was me?”

“It looks like you,” He shrugs, as if that’s not a completely sweet thing to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it has the best colors. Your colors.” Wow.

“Stop that.” He looks away and looks back to her, confused as to what he did, “You cannot be so cute when you’re so, I don’t know, that.” She wiggles her fingers at him and he get’s all too playful again.

Henry knows he’s good looking but it’s funny how she doesn’t even attempt to hide how it affects her, “And what’s that?” He refuses to break eye contact. If she likes how he looks, then he’s gonna make her look at him. She looks away and he catches her cheek in his hand, slowly turning it back to him, “Hmm?”

This is another one of his unfair games. She knows what he’s doing, and he knows she knows. His thumb traces her mouth and she bits the tip of it, but he doesn’t flinch. His hand travels down to her throat, feeling her breathe, “You know what you are.” He smiles in a way that could make her collapse if she wasn��t already on the couch. “Charming,” He leans forward and pulls her closer by her throat. An act so suggestive, yet gentle, “Handsome,” He signals her to come closer by pulling again, this time she’s brushing her lips against his chin, “Magnetic.”

He holds her there, so close but not close enough. His eyes look down into hers, only inches away but enough to make her feel small, but safe. She feels slightly dominated by it, and she likes it. “Such a pretty girl,” he can feel her swallow, letting him know her mouth has ben watering for him, “my girl”. He kisses her forehead and lets her go but stands up, “I’ll let you know when my flight gets in, Sweetheart.” He walks to the door with a smirk, knowing what he’s just done.

Y/N’s mouth is left agape, even after the door closes behind him, “Motherfucker.”

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eeveecryptid · 3 years

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※ BORDERLANDS: CL4P-TP EDITION

Various lines that Claptrap has said through Borderlands 3 while scavenging parts for his new friend. feel free to adjust pronouns/phrasing if needed. May include nsfw material.

“joke's on them, haha! all we have inside is circuitry and tears.” “that one has a gyroscopic rotor! keeps us from falling over all the time. mine's been missing for years!” “that claptrap died trying to slide across a car hood. didn't know you could screw that up so bad!” “someone hung up that claptrap and repurposed him as a loudspeaker! barbaric! WE ARE NOT LOUDSPEAKERS!” “my friend's gonna throw the bumpingest parties, and now EVERYONE'S gonna show up!” “finally, i'll have someone to talk to who understands what i'm saying!” “that claptrap died fighting our greatest enemy: stairs!” “looks like he was testing an experimental stair-climbing module. ohhh, i see the problem. he didn't turn it on!” “look at THIS lazy bum!” “yes! that claptrap has a functioning eye! my friend will be SO happy! this universe does not fare well for eyeless robots.” “someone used that claptrap to jumpstart a generator! what could he have that would produce that kind of power?!” “a library of every dubstep song in the entire universe?! but-- they told me there was only one! the wub-wub one!” “when they say it's good to have friends in high places, i'm not sure this is what they were talking about.” “now someone can listen to my podcast besides me! my audience just doubled! oh, mattress advertisers? i'm waaaaaaiting!” “hey! rough night? ha! . . . yeah, i know s/he's dead. let me have this!” “guy must have been expecting some action! he was packing a serious firewall. smart move- you never know what kinda nasty networks someone's been interfacing with. knew a guy who dated a tediore shotgun, and his wheel rotted right off his axle!” “another claptrap, ground beneath the crushing wheels of industry, its back broken as it holds the weight of the world upon its shoulders. ---ooh, what can we steal from it?” “died tickling the old ivories! you wouldn't think our clamps are suited to the piano. and they aren't!” “that guy's got a synthedope harmonizing module! sounds like someone won't have an excuse to miss karaoke night this time! “hahahahahaha-- look at this freaking nerd! haha! he read a book so hard, he died! ahahahaha! what a freaking nerd! ha!” “oh good, a poetry module. that makes me feel . . . good!” “this guy tried to interface with a generator! classic rookie mistake. i mean, heh- we ALL wanna get with a generator. just gotta be smart about it!” “it turns out you CAN synthesize love, with a standard-issue love module! i may not pass the Turing test, but you better believe i pass the Alluring test!” “hah! he got stuck! must have been that big ol' rump!” “yeah! my new friend is gonna have some 'thicc' rear paneling! if you want that looty, you better have an armored booty! ... that's, uh- that was- that was thick with two 'c's, by the way.” “i didn't know claptraps could drown! now i have an entirely new set of fears! thanks!” “with that new paint job, no one will confuse my friend for me! friend or not, no one steals my spotlight and lives to tell the tale! NO ONE!” “junked! in the prime of his/her life!” “it's not often you see a claptrap hair unit. i haven't seen one since my mohawk on liar's berg. yeah, i was pretty punk rock back then.” “whoa, looks like SOMEONE was a chewtoy for a saurian! i get it, we're delicious.” “with that ultra-premium grade multitasking personality modifier, my new best friend will be able to cower and grandstand at the same time!” “someone pushed that guy out of his wheelchair! who does that?!” “you know what they say: 'when the almighty robot policeman closes a door, just open that thing back up!'” “looks like this guy survived a ship crash, only to die in a swamp! sometimes, inside a silver lining is another lining made of swamp poop.” “oh, that's a cl4p-tp hard disk slot. perfect! that'll help my new friend store all her new memories of spending time only with me.” “look at this spore-head! out of his mind on spores! this is what happens when we don't educate our claptraps.” “that's an extended long-term memory enhancement chip! that's super helpful, because our short-term memories are horrible! who are you again? oh, hey! an extended long-term memory enhancement chip!” “someone was dismantling this claptrap for parts! well, one person's robocide is our windfall!” “looks like this guy had it all figured out! interfaced himself to death in a porn cave. we should all be so lucky.” “that's a rugged vzk all-terrain package! it's like four-wheel drive, but in a single wheel! that's just math.” “whoever stuffed this guy into a tire must have hated claptraps. so we've narrowed the suspect list down to ... all of pandora.” “with that wheel, my new friend will be able to dance like a graceful gazelle, if gazelles walked on a single wheel.” “it's a mercenary day miracle! except for that guy.” “with those RGB LEDs, my friend will finally be as beautiful on the outside as i am on the inside!” “oh, he was SO CLOSE to that gas can when he ran out of gas. that's so poignant! weird word. poignant. /poignant/.” “oh, look! that claptrap unit was using his reinforced hand clamps to save that other claptrap unit! how heroic!” “'nooooo!' is what i'd be saying if i didn't super-need those hand clamps! suckers! with that pristine set of cl4-mp hand units, my friend and i can hold hands as we frolic through the meadows and wildflowers and stuff!” “looks like that guy died of excitement! listen up, kids. sometimes thrills . . . can KILLS.” “a functioning pair of cl-class arm units? maybe i'll finally know what a hug feels like.” “awww, the psychos must have adopted that dead claptrap as one of their own. that's- i was gonna say touching, but honestly kinda creepy.” “an adorable heart accessory! no idea what that does, but you can't argue with accessories!” “that's one of the exploratory claptraps sent out to find alien worlds! it found nekrotafeyo on its own! and then got eaten by a plant. circle of life, baby!” “the series-4 vernaculon spectral vocalizer allows for all sorts of figurative language! it's like a spice rack for the speech center!” “rocket safety, people, i can't stress this enough. those things'll crush you!” “ah, a volume control knob. a small but very important upgrade. because who doesn't like TO YELL SOMETIMES?!” “i mean ... guy's on fire.” “oh good, you found some heat vents! that'll be vital for my friend, because we claptraps run hot! reaaaal hot.” “drowned in an alien sea! what voidic mysteries were his final sights? what dark songs of the deep his dirge?” “standard claptrap arms only have thirty-five degrees of movement- not NEARLY enough for high fives! but with this fancy rotator module, we can slap clamp all day long!” “how'd this guy even get here? maybe this place works differently with space... and time!” “oh great! a functioning sarcasm module. i'm just /so happy/ my friend will know when's an appropriate time to use the /all-important/ social tool that is sarcasm!”

#ask meme #borderlands rp meme #sentence starters #indie rp #inbox meme #rp meme #rp ask #rp ask meme #askbox meme #askbox starters #rp sentence meme #sentence starter meme #rp sentence starters #inbox memes #indie starters #rp inbox meme

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von-eldritch · 3 years

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MUSE PLAYLIST

Post 3 - 5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

1. All the Rage - Allie X

'jected, I was rejected I wasn't good enough to be elected Lava, it was like lava Moving through my body like fire 'jected, I was rejected I wasn't good enough to be elected Watch me take over the spotlight

2. XS - Rina Sawayama

Flex, when all that's left is immaterial And the price we paid is unbelievable And I'm taking in as much as I can hold Well, here are the things you'll never know Make me less so I want more (More) Bought a zip code at the mall Call me crazy, call me selfish Say I'm neither, would you believe her?

3. Black Wave - K. Flay

Black wave blocking out the sun Baby when you go down ain’t no coming up Thought that you were safe but nobody ever was Choking on a diamond, poison in your lungs

4. Therefore I am - Billie Eilish

I don't want press to put your name next to mine We're on different lines, so I Wanna be nice enough, they don't call my bluff 'Cause I hate to find Articles, articles, articles Rather you remain unremarkable (Got a lotta) Interviews, interviews, interviews When they say your name, I just act confused

Tagged: Stolen (from someone with fucking taste in pop artists might I add) Tagging: Steal

#god knows I have more but #these are the four artists who DOMINATE hellsa's playlist #...also shhh I'm weak for music shit for hellsa don't @ me #dash games #long post #I mean not really but whatever

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findingtheperfectcharacter · 4 years

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Hiding from the spotlight

Unsymp October 1!

Tw: Child abuse (physical manhanding a child and emotionally being terrible, and ignoring their wants, unsymp Patton, Symp everyone else, child!sides (the twins and Virgil are 10.), implied Loceit

@unsympathetic-october-2020

Logan hated these kinds of things. So many child fears in one room, he could see the way some of their bodies sat stiffly in their chairs. Or how others clung to their parents. The subtle shake in their voices as they practiced their lines. According to Keysers and Parrett 2004's study on monkeys, similar neurons are released when people do an action to when they see an action occurring. This explained why seeing those children in this state made his stomach twist into metaphorical knots.

He couldn't stand it and led the twins to a smaller out-of-the-way hallway.The 10-year-olds were practicing their dance for the car jingle with practiced ease. He could still remember the day when they first made that PowerPoint listing the reasons why they should be allowed to audition professionally and what could he say, one slide of, "it'll be fun" one of "It'll keep me from stealing" and 18 more slides of 'please, pretty please' and puppy dog faces... It was an extremely compelling.

"I don't want to be here." He heard a voice mutter. He turned and found a child in a black hoodie and a cloud shaped pin gripping the edge of his jeans. He was younger than his own boys, or at the very least smaller. His eyes flickered back and forth, anxiously looking around it seemed like he was trying to hide from something.

"Where's your guardian?" Logan asked, the child shook his head and clung to his leg, "Please no, please no, don't let him find me."

Logan was frankly bewildered by this situation and mildly uncomfortable with this child gripping onto his leg, but he couldn't help but have pity for him as he began to weep. He shook him off so he could kneel down and look into his black eyes.

"What's your name?" Logan asked.

The child sniffed and played with the strings of his hoodie, "Virgil."

Logan nodded, "Well Virgil, I have no legal authority to separate you from your guardian and frankly there are too many witnesses for me to do so and get away with it. A Far more reasonable thing for me to do at the moment is to talk to your guardian about the situation as an adult on your behalf."

Virgil's eyes widened, sparkling in the light, "You'd really do that for me?"

He nodded, he thought it wouldn't be too difficult to convince his guardian to let Virgil not do the audition. Virgil took his hand and led him to the bathrooms where a man with a baby blue polo was fretting. The man's face lit up and he hugged Virgil, picking him up and spinning him.

"Virgy! Oh dear why did you run away like that?" He turns to Logan, a brilliant smile on his face, "I'm so sorry for all of this trouble." Virgil's guardian tried to pet his short black curls but the child turned away, so he gripped his head with one hand and forced Virgil's head to his chest. "My name's Patton," he held out his hand.

Logan didn't take it, "Your child, Virgil. He sharred with me the fact that he does not wish to be here. As a fellow parent, I suggest that you quit the auditions for the sake of his health. I would also suggest that you don't touch him unless he wishes to be touched."

Patton laughed, "Is this how you get all the parents to quit?" He kisses Virgil's cheek, "We're prepared for a little competition and we're totally going to wow those judges right sweetie."

Virgil stayed quiet until Patton flicked him, "Virgey! Pay attention, what did poppa just say?"

"We're gonna wow the judges." His voice was barely audible.

Patton booped his nose, "That's right you are you little star! Oh! That rhymes! Neat!" He turns his attention back to Logan, "Where are your kids anyway?"

Logan cursed mentally, it was not typical of him to get caught up in these kinds of things- but he did. He ran down the hall to see Remus, seconds from hitting Roman on the shoulder with his toy morning star.

"Remus." He said and the boy immediately dropped it.

"HE STARTED IT!"

"WHAT?! No I didn't, you did with your giant oaf feet!"

"At least my feet taste good."

"What does that- what do you mean?!"

"Do you peanut butter toe soak?"

Logan rubbed his temple, as the boys continued to speak, "Court is now in session."

The twins huffed and sat down quietly. Logan pointed at Roman, "Roman, you have the stands."

And so the conversation went on with the children defending themselves and cross examining each other until a decision could be made. After the final verdict (Remus owed Roman an apology for enacting violence in this case as it was not self defense even if Roman's words were cruel and Roman promised not to insult him for 2 weeks as reparations for emotional damages.)

As soon as the argument ended Roman blurted out, "So who was that creepy kid you were talking to?"

Remus bumped him, "You're not supposed to call people creepy."

"But he was! He looked like a Vampire... Do you think that's why he was wearing that hood? Dad are you a vampire now?!"

"Can you imagine how cool it would be to have a bloodsucked as a dad?! Think he'd bite me, I wanna see how sharp those teeth are!" He made a biting motion in the air.

Logan cleared his throat, "Actually boys, that kid's name is Virgil and I think he's in big trouble. The kind of trouble daddy fixes."

Roman grinned, "Ooooh solving crimes? Can we help?"

Logan ruffled his hair, "Leave this one to me Princey, I think getting you two involved will only lead to more trouble."

..................

"I-IeeEe Virgil's voice came in as an offkey whine. The pianist looked at him with a smile, "Go on kid, take your time." Patton was in the audience and gave him a big thumbs up, "I" his eyes began welling up with tears.

Patton looked at Virgil than the judges and said, "May I talk with him, just for a second. It's his first audition and I think my kiddo just got a little stage fright." The one on the far left shrugged, Virgil whimpered when he grabbed his arm and dragged him offstage.

"What is wrong with you? Do you like embarrassing me is that it? Do you like making me look like I can't handle my kid? This is two times today!" Virgil mouthed out a small I'm sorry. Patton laughed a louder, harsher sound than anything he did in public, "If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it. Stupid brat," he gripped Virgil's arm more tightly, "I'm giving you the world and all you want to do is whine and complain, whine and complain every goddamn second. 'I don't wanna do sports poppa, I don't wanna do art poppa. You're useless! And too old to be crying like this." Virgil's breath hitched in between sobs as Patton grabbed his shoulders, "Stop crying and do something!"

Logan burst into the hallway, a shining blue light in the darkness, Patton straightened his shirt, "Oh hi! It's you again, how did your kids do-"

"The feeling's far from mutual. I just felt the need to inform you that my husband is a lawyer for cases of child abuse and everything you just said and did was caught on camera." He showed Patton his iphone, to his utter horror, Logan couldn't help the beam on his face as he watched the man's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates. He pat his shoulder and gave a small nod to Virgil, who seemed equally awe-struck.

"I reccomend you contact your lawers as soon as you can."

And with that, Logan walked away, confident that soon Virgil would be safe. He looked down at his own kids and smiled at the thought of the quiet black haired boy finding a family of his own.

#Tw child abuse #Unsympathetic Patton #Ask to tag #Virgil angst

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