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ejzah · 11 months

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 20

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Since neither of them had planned on spending the whole day together, Kensi and Deeks decided to part ways for a few hours. Kensi knew she needed to finish some prep for next week, just in case they ended up spending tomorrow together too.

As she walked back into her apartment, her phone buzzed with a text from Nell.

Hey KayKay, wanna grab lunch?

Sorry, I already ate.

Rude.

I know, I’m a terrible friend. I was with Deeks.

Oh, then say no more. Actually, say lots more!

Kensi rolled her eyes at the winking and kissing emojis Nell added to her response.

Seriously, I feel bad I’ve barely spent any time with you recently.

Hey, a good friend never steps in the way of true love. Besides, you can pay me back by giving me all the dirty little details.

You’re awful.

And you love me for it. So when will my best friend be available again?

Kensi dipped ducked her head sheepishly, even though she was all alone, debating what to type back.

Um, maybe tomorrow evening? Caleb’s visiting with his grandma so we’re probably spending most of the weekend together.

Kensi Marie Blye! Nell responded and Kensi could almost hear her delighted shock through the screen.

Not like that.

Well why the hell not? Climb that gorgeous lawyer like a tree.

Nell Jones! That’s it. You’re out of control.

You know you want toooo!

Ok I’m putting you on silent.

Shaking her head, Kensi grabbed the binder of paperwork she brought home with her yesterday, and started in on the most intense grading session of her career.

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While Deeks did had a few contracts to finalize, the real reason he’d suggested taking some time at home to prepare for their dinner. Given the late notice, he knew there was no way he’d get a reservation for one of the nicer restaurants.

Kensi wouldn’t care where they ate, he was almost certain, but he wanted their first real dinner together, alone, to be special. He’d decided on cooking dinner, but that required a trip for supplies.

When he got back three stores later—the first two were all out of bed tips—he started prepping potatoes, carrots, and onions and seared the beef tips. He hadn’t made this recipe in quite a while. Probably at least a couple years, so he had to actually pull out the stained cookbook his mom had passed down to him when he moved to college (the particular page he needed had actually fallen out years ago). He probably should have preserved all the recipes on index cards, but there was something special, almost sentimental, about squinting at the faded type and trying to interpret his mom’s handwritten notes.

Singing under his breath, he peeled several cloves of garlic, imagining Caleb’s reaction if he found out he’d missed out on one of his favorite meals. Of course, Grandma Deeks would almost certainly be filling him with a combination of her own home cooked delights and his favorite junk food, so he’d call it even.

He got into the flow of the things, chopping and sautéing that by the time he looked up from dumping a pot of perfectly boiled potatoes into a colander, it was almost seven, which gave him a little over an hour to finish everything up.

The beef tips were just about done, so he covered them with foil, setting them off to the side in the oven, and hurried out back to set up a table with the blue dishes head bought on a whim a few weeks ago because they reminded him of the ocean. Maybe surrounding the perimeter of the patio with lights and miniature lanterns was a tiny bit overkill, but he didn’t believe in doing things by halves.

Decorations and table set, he returned to the kitchen for the finishing touches. The doorbell rang just as he was tasting the gravy he just made.

“Oh yeah, you still got it, Marty,” he muttered to himself, then called over his shoulder, “Be there in a minute!”

He stashed a few dirty pans he hadn’t gotten around to cleaning in the dishwasher and glanced around to make sure there weren’t unsightly messes he’d missed. Though at this point, Kensi had probably seen worse and it didn’t seem to faze her in the least.

Kensi was patiently waiting on the front porch when he opened the door. She wore a red sundress, this one with a halter neck that displayed the defined muscles and lines of her shoulders and collar bones to perfection. Deeks didn’t know if she’d chosen it with him in mind, but the color suited her perfectly.

“Hey.” He kissed her briefly as she stepped over the threshold. “You look amazing.”

“Hi. And thank you.” Her eyes drifted over him approvingly, though she didn’t comment on his appearance. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “What smells so delicious?”

“Dinner.”

“Wait, you cooked for me? I thought we were going out,” Kensi said, turning in the direction of the kitchen, though she couldn’t see from here.

“Yeah. I, uh, wanted to surprise you.” He shrugged, suddenly overcome with the rare bout of uncertainty that Kensi. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve loved everything you’ve made.” Kensi clapped her hands together, her enthusiasm making Deeks grin. “Ok, so I’m ready to be dazzled with your cooking expertise.”

“Follow me,” Deeks said, holding out his hand. She took it without question, letting him lead her out to patio.

“Oh my god, Deeks, this is beautiful!” Kensi exclaimed, turning in a circle to take in the twinkle lights strung around the patio and the table decorated with candles. “You did all this yourself?”

“Yeah, I told you my mom’s a caterer. I used to help her set up when I was a kid. I can turn a napkin into a swan in 20 seconds,” he responded, making Kensi giggle.

“Impressive.” She spun around in a circle, bringing her within reach of Deeks. Settling her hands on his shoulders, she covered his mouth with hers for a brief but sweet kiss. “Seriously though, this is amazing. Thank you, again.”

He smiled, pleased by her reaction. “Here for all your party planning needs,” he joked.

Kensi tipped her head to the side, her expression shifting slightly.

“What are you thinking about?” Deeks prompted, giving her hand a shake.

“Oh, all of this. You. How much my life has changed,” she said, moving her hand around to encompass Deeks and their surroundings. “I didn’t realize how much I was…missing until I met you Deeks. I mean, I was happy enough, but not like this. A few months ago, I would have never taken a day off like this. You’ve made everything brighter, and fun. Carefree. You and Caleb. You’ve changed my life without even knowing it.”

“Kens—” Deeks shook his head, overwhelmed by everything Kensi had just attributed to his influence. It was heady and a little scary.

She leaned up and kissed him, lingering for several moments. When their lips parted, she brushed his hair back from his temple with her knuckles. “Thank you.”

“You know you’ve changed my life just as much, maybe more,” Deeks told her, laughing breathily. “I mean, I was kind of prepared to become a hermit and spend the rest of my life alone. Then this really hot kindergarten teacher walked into my life.”

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.” Kensi rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I meant it, you have changed my life, Marty Deeks.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little mix of fluff, romance, and humor.

I’m sorry if it’s unrealistic, but I can’t bear to write in text jargon.

#ncis la fanfiction #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #densi #in miss blye’s class #part 20 #au #teacher Kensi #lawyer Deeks #self indulgent writer #fluff #ejzah fanfiction

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kindred-sims · 1 year

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Dear diary,

Grandmother once told me that time heals all wounds, only now am I starting to see some truth to that statement.

In the time since Papa and Cora's visit, I've been left quite frazzled -- make no mistake, it was quite gratifying to finally tell him how I felt after all these years, but it has also put me into a bit of muddled mindset, and some days I've found it difficult to even move. Caleb, bless him, has been my rock this entire time, I'm not sure that I would've been able to get through this without him.

Fortunately, happier times have seemed to return to the farm, as we just celebrated Carrie's birthday! It is hard to believe that our sweet girl has grown so much, and so fast too. She remains just as happy of a child, if not more wild and destructive than before, my goodness. I do believe I've had to stop cooking several times over just to stop her from making a mess of the pots and pans!

Maeve has reassured me that it is only a phase, as each one of her children were equally as chaotic at Carrie's age, and good gracious I hope that she is right. Mainly because I'm not sure that I'll be able to handle two lively young children at the same time, least without losing my mind...

Oh, did I say two? My mistake, I thought I'd written this down already, but yes, I am expecting again!

Both Caleb and I are beyond thrilled at the idea of welcoming another child to our little family, although I'm not sure that Carrie is fully on board with the idea as of yet. We've tried explaining it to her several times, but she always tends to just toddle off and resume playing with her toys anytime we so much as mention the word "baby". The poor darling, I'm certain she's beginning to feel left out already.

Due to this, Caleb and I have started taking her with us on our walks, even with the weather being as cold as its been. Neither of us can quite say we know what its like to have a sibling, as both of us were only children growing up, but the last thing we want to do is make Carrie feel like we're replacing her.

I worry about it often, but Caleb's certain she'll come around eventually. I pray she does soon, the baby could come any day now and I'd like to avoid the possibility of future tantrums.

Signed,

Josephine Wakefield

#sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 history #ts4 historical #decades challenge #wakefield legacy #1890s

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brittababbles · 1 year

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Holy shit.

I’m high so bare with me.

Omega is definitely force sensitive.

I have a new theory about order 66

The chip causes permanent disassociation. Assuming the chip works correctly, or is present at all, it forces the clone to suddenly recall what was functionally a repressed memory that the Jedi were traitors. A fact that would be very horrible if you’ve bonded with a Jedi, as we see the clones do throughout The Clone Wars. We see how close Anakin and Ahsoka are with Rex. We see Obi Wan’s fondness for (and arguably romantic feelings toward) Cody. Now imagine you suddenly know beyond the shadow of a doubt that that person is secretly fighting for the enemy you were raised to believe was evil. How angry would you be? Would you be angry enough to kill?

Crosshair’s fires erratically. He experiences a full disassociation that forgets everything that has happened since leaving Kamino as a cadet. That’s why he didn’t immediately kill Caleb Dunne/Kannan Jarrus when he heard the trigger phrase “Activate Order 66”.

He spends chunks of time in his pre-existing personality at the beginning of the series then his chip’s effects are cranked up to 1000 and he has this sense of knowing that the Jedi are traitors well beyond any way he’s ever known anything before. It’s true in his bones, and his brothers know it too, because they’re good soldiers like him. But Crosshair doesn’t exactly have reigns on his temper, and he’s frustrated with Hunter and Tech and Wrecker. Why are they fighting this? It’s so obvious, to Crosshair, that the emperor is right and the Jedi need to be dead. Because thats what he was built to believe. That’s what the chip tells him. That good soldiers follow orders.

The rest of the group don’t have functioning chips.

Whatever modifications were done to Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter in their brains. I’m pretty sure that whatever they did to Crosshair as an embryo was mostly done in his eyes.

Hunter has enhanced senses (though his vision is nothing on Crosshair. I’ll get to that in a minute). Hunter was built from scratch to be able to track, and notice ambush. The field commander. He was built to be in command of the squad. The captain or commander under their Jedi. He’s the Rex to a possible Jedi commander. A good leader, paternal toward his squad. Hunter’s skill set is to serve as the person who has everyone’s back. All the time. He’s supposed to take care of his men. He’s in charge, sort of. This is where a lot of the conflict between Hunter and Crosshair originates. Hunter was born to have their backs. Crosshair, however, wants that person to be him so badly.

Tech has an intensely powerful memory. He seems to interpret this to mean he’s smarter than the others, but nah, he just never forgets anything. Ever. He remembers everything in precise, clear, perfect detail. Always. Perfect for a scout, and a medic, and a pilot. He never forgets how to do anything once he learns it. He’s flexible, mentally and physically. He’s good with his hands and can create a little gadget out of nothing. You need a fixer on a team like this. Tech is your man.

Wrecker is exceptionally strong and durable. He was designed to take fire, to be able to shield his teammates with his body. He was then trained in hand to hand combat and explosives. So making his skin incredibly difficult to pierce would be important. He’d need to be able to take a blast, a blaster bolt, an attacking animal. He’s the muscle. Doesn’t mean he isn’t smart - I do think he has a bit of a traumatic brain injury from an injury sustained doing that job, where he lost an eye. He has the same synthetic eye as Wolffe, similar erratic behaviors as Gregor. Whatever happened to Wrecker was bad. He’s since been patched up. But Wrecker’s easy come easy go personality never wavered. It can’t when your job is to act like a human shield all the time.

Messing with their brains messed with their chips. They didn’t develop fully. Other parts of their brains are massively enhanced - Tech’s memory, Hunter’s senses, Wrecker’s ability to tolerate pain. But those chips are pretty well destroyed from the outset. Still there. Still possibly a threat until they have them removed. But nonfunctional. (Echo’s on the other hand, has been removed completely, purely by chance, while he was in captivity)

And Crosshair? Crosshair is a sniper. What does a sniper need more than anything to be the best marksman ever? Really, just superior eyesight. Crosshair’s eyesight must be insane. He can probably see at 500 feet what the average person sees at 3. He notices movements nobody else would see. He can probably see any wavelength, and in the dark, and possibly be able to see heat. But nobody ever asks him how he literally sees the world, and given him any basis for comparison. Imagine if you were a clone cadet and your three brothers got - what look like - magical superpowers. But your magical power is just the ability to see a little better than they can. Big whoop, eh? No wonder Crosshair has anger issues.

This was the original model of a smooth working squad, that was meant to be handed to a Jedi to command. Shaak Ti designed this squad, probably based on what she felt through the force from the other Jedi. What the other Jedi wanted and appreciated and hoped for in their soldiers. Then she took the most common features and handed the designs over to the kaminoans. She designed a team /for/ her fellow Jedi. Any Jedi. These boys were built to be the perfect, seamless team no matter which Jedi they were paired for.

(It must be awful being Echo, who was not built for this. No matter how much he tries, he’ll never be one of their batch. He was a Domino, and he’ll never know these guys like he knew Fives, or Hevy, or Cutup, or Droidbait. I think Echo recognizes that he’s older than the rest of the team, but sees one of his brothers in each of them. I haven’t quite pinned who corresponds with whom in Echo’s mind yet, but that’s why he’s so protective of his teammates. The OG Bad Batch are /young/, but they’re still clones. Echo is different now too, and he knows that being different doesn’t change who is family is. He’s the older brother, I think, in time, the rest of the batch will come to see Echo as Echo sees Rex. And Rex sees Cody. I hope that will be rewarding for Echo. He deserves some peace.)

But then the plan changed and a new order came in for clones to replace the Jedi. The Kaminoans are businesspeople with no real stake in the war, so they do it. Plus it’s interesting, really. They tried and tried to create a force sensitive child. And finally they did it. They created someone to replace the Jedi. They created Omega.

Omega’s story will be about another force sensitive kid. It’s the plot of The Mandalorian all over again.

#the bad batch #Star Wars #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb Hunter #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #clone trooper tech #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper wrecker #arc trooper echo #clone trooper echo #clone trooper hunter

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introvert-celeste · 1 year

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There's one little recurring bit in Thanks to Them that I haven't really seen people talk about.

In a couple of scenes (which are back to back, I might add), there's a blue sheen casting over Luz's eyes--first from the TV and then from her laptop--emphasizing the dialogue in the scene. So, naturally, that got me thinking about Philip and how the dialogue could potentially pertain to him.

In the TV scene, the dialogue goes as follows:

Azura: How could you do it, Villainous Lucy? How could you betray your friends? Now everyone is gone!

Lucy: It was for the greater good.

Azura: We'll never forgive you. Never!

Then, in the video recording on Luz's laptop, she says:

Dear Diary, all I ever wanted was to be good at something, to be around people who also liked that something. And when I found the Demon Realm, I-I though, "Wow, I found it. I can learn magic. I can be a witch. I-I won't be the dummy in the principal's office anymore!" But I messed up too much, and put everyone in danger. Mama says I need to learn from my mistakes. So, I know what I have to do now...

Towards the end of the episode, Belos suggests that he is doing what he is doing for the supposed greater good, specifically for "the good of [their] souls." This isn't the first time we've heard him express this sentiment. In Hollow Mind, we learned that it was a big selling point in his rise to power:

"Look at what wild magic has done to your city. Now imagine what it's doing to you. A city can rise from the ashes, but a soul...I can make your magic pure again, as the Titan intended!"

Taken by itself, that dialogue could be seen as just another baseless lie to take advantage of the witches. But paired with his comment from Thanks to Them--specifically when he says to Luz: "you'll thank me later"--it definitely seems that there's some genuine belief behind what he's saying.

The TV scene is framed as Luz feeling guilty for helping Philip, for doing what she thought was good only to end up hurting everyone she cares about in the process. It makes me wonder if Philip felt the same way, at least to some degree. Perhaps he blames himself to some degree for his brother's fate, not necessarily for his death but for his involvement with witches and magic in the first place. Perhaps he has convinced himself that destroying all magic will, in turn, destroy all evil and save his brother's soul, as well as all of humanity's.

Likewise, I think the laptop scene may also allude to Philip's true motivation, as well as a potential source of guilt. Luz says that all she ever wanted was to be good at something and to be liked because of it. That was what made magic so interesting to her: she loved it, she was good at it, and she could share that love with the people around her. But it was that love of magic that, as she believes, caused her to mess up and put everyone in danger.

Basically, I'm wondering whether Caleb truly was the first of the brothers to be lured in by the magic of the demon realm. What if Philip was the one to get both brothers trapped in the demon realm initially, inadvertently introducing Caleb to Evelyn?

I'm not concerned about history repeating through Luz because, unlike Philip, Luz has a huge support system. Philip was an orphan and, as far as we know, Caleb was the only family he had. It's no wonder he reacted poorly to Caleb's new life in the demon realm: it went against everything Philip had come to believe in to survive. As far as he was concerned, he'd been abandoned by the one person he was closest to.

But I'm just speculating at this point. I just figured this detail might be important. I also have some big thoughts just how involved both brothers were with magic and the demon realm well before their big confrontation, but I'll save that for another post. Or maybe I'll just wait until the next ep premieres. We'll see!

#the owl house #toh theories #luz noceda #philip wittebane #caleb wittebane #my brain is full of theories but my ability to put them into words is lacking to say the least lol

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blametheeditor · 2 years

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Night Guards For Sale: Chapter 7

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Warnings: Excessive cursing. People being treated as pets. People not caring about someone’s life. People not caring about someone’s well being. People being purchased. People being held against their own will. Mentions of death. Mentions of murder. Mentions of people being experimented on.

Run Down: Everyone says the world is a cruel place. That if it turns its back on you, you turn your back against it. Something that’s extremely hard to do when it’s essentially impossible to escape. Not that Mike won’t fight as hard as he possibly can.

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"Jeremy! Not again!"

"It's n-n-n-not my fault!"

"Oh really!"

"R-Really!"

"Then how do you explain the fact there's no one in here!"

"...my c-c-c-cereal!"

"Fucking-"

Mike's brow furrows at the voices, the sounds, the laughter. It didn't seem to fit, especially with all the nightmares he's been having. Not dreams of how the others were doing good. Messing with each other and enjoying every bit. He wished he did, but he could only remember how he let Jeremy down.

Alone, afraid, lost. Fritz getting shrunk too. David most likely blaming him. The others...

With a groan the ex-lead guard slowly sits up, wincing when he upsets the bruise from before. And the one from after he was tossed on the counter by a punk of a teenager. And the scratch from the prissy ass lady's sharp ass nails snagging his arm.

God, he hurts all over. And he can't do anything about it but-

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"Mike?"

The man breathes heavily as he moves away, attempting to figure out just what the hell was going on. Especially with a real bed holding him. No glass ceiling, no sawdust that fucking hurts his goddamn hands, and actual walls surrounding him.

...was this heaven?

"Mike? Are you-?"

"SHIT!"

James winces at the thump of their friend hitting the floor, quickly darting over to help him up. His hand is gratefully accepted, and with little effort the once heavy guard is lifted to a wobbly stand, arms out to steady himself.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm just fucking-"

The horror guard waits for an answer before yelping as he's lunged at, both men going down as Mike hugs him as if he'd never be let go.

"Grave Digger. Holy shit you're here. You're here and we're not in some goddamn hand and thank fuck you're okay."

James hugs his friend tightly, leaning into the embrace that was clearly needed for the last member of their group. The one who was finally home.

"Hey, I heard some-"

"EGGED JACKASS!"

Eggs lets a girly scream escape when Mike suddenly lunges at him, both tumbling through the bedroom's door way and into the hallway as he's hugged to death.

"Holy shit you're here too! I can't fucking believe it! You're safe and here and-!"

"Mike!" the mechanic laughs, carefully peeling himself from the tight embrace to properly look at him friend.

His friend who didn't look entirely here. As if he thinks this is all a dream.

"Mike, we're all here. At home. With Scott, Jeremy, Fritz, David, Caleb, and sometimes William 'cause he's an asshole who can come at any time he fucking wants apparently."

A moment passes before those blue eyes narrow and a lightbulb seems to click.

That's when he remembers Scott coming into the store, with William. They talked to Abby, showed his papers. Apparently law meant a human could claim a Mini-Me child. And then, the bright sun, them walking...

"Home."

"Yeah. This is home," Eggs smiles, untangling himself as James helps lift Mike to his feet. They watch as he slowly nods, finally standing on his own before they begin to walk to the door.

Only to fall back when three taps shake the entire goddamn place.

"I heard Eggs scream like the girl he is."

"Fuck you, Harrison!"

"You know it's true."

The horror guard smiles at the glare given, quickly opening the door and waving up at David watching with concern. The giant man opens his mouth before snapping it shut, staring as Mike appears in the doorway, frozen there.

"Nice to see you, Mike."

"Douche Bag."

"Fucked-"

"Mr. Harrison!"

The business man lifts his head up in exasperation, taking a deep breath from how much control that little redhead has on him before standing up. Mike only watches as the man grows taller, a clear annoyance yet fondness toward the little voice yelling at him before those giant shoes spin to where the teenager stands.

"Wait! Wait! DON'T-!"

"TOO LATE!"

Fritz squeals as his shirt is pinched carefully between two fingers, lifted up and tossed carefully as he screams before landing in his guardian's hands as a giant smirk is displayed.

"MR. HARRISON!"

"'Mr. Harrison'," David mocks in a high-pitched voice, laughing at the pout given up to him as he lifts Fritz close to his face. "That's what you sound like."

"And this is what you sound like!"

"Come on," Eggs smiles, shoving at Mike still blocking the way before tugging him toward the kitchen Fritz was currently being carried to as he scrambles up to his guardian's hair.

"Your shoes never taste any better, Fritz," David growls once his charge is safe on his head, still walking and careful to avoid the Jeremy currently pouting on the floor.

"No," Vincent repeats, knowing the puppy dog eyes were being aimed full force up at him. A moment passes before a slight weight jumps onto his shoe, the purple man shaking his head again knowing exactly what Jeremy was trying to do. "No."

"Vinceeeeent!"

The former murder and stuttering guard hesitate at the second whine, knowing for a fact it was Eggs. And as Jeremy leaps off his friend's shoe to peer around the corner, Vincent waiting patiently before following after, their treated with the sight of Eggs skipping ahead as James follows. Followed by-

"MIKE!"

The ex-lead guard can't help but freeze up, expecting Abby to appear out of nowhere and snatch him up. Tell him he did something wrong. That he could never come out of his cage again. Even though his family was right-

A yelp escapes as Jeremy leaps into his arms, laughter flooding the air as he snuggles into the adorable little night guard he missed so goddamn much.

And now he'll never have to say goodbye. Never have to worry about someone saying he can't see his best friend. Never have to worry about hands trying to-

"SHIT!"

Vincent only kneels beside the two, not even reaching for Jeremy or Mike as the young adult is hugged tightly as if to save him from being grabbed. He doesn't comment on the reaction either, simply waiting for those bright blue eyes to open and see there was no danger.

Never from any one of them.

"Hey, Mikey."

The ex-lead guard was admittedly embarrassed by the warm smile given as he clings to Jeremy for dear life.

"Hey Purple Guy."

"Nice to see you're finally awake. Welcome to the circus," the former murder chuckles, nudging Eggs as he kicks his shoe for the comment.

"Making fun of my insane asylum, are you!"

"Yep."

"I'M GONNA-!"

Caleb takes Vincent's spot as the purple man walks away from their blonde guard attempting to attack his shoe laces. Because one thing they knew and it was any laces stolen by Eggs were his forever.

And they meant forever. Vincent's nearly out of wearable shoes.

"Hi, Mike! Hi, Jeremy!"

"Hey, Hell Spawn," the man smiles, ruffling the Jer's soft curls before slowly standing up. He brushes his pants off, knowing he won't be able to get a new pair for as long as he live-

Oh, right. He's not at the store anymore.

"Uh, how are you?"

"I'm good. Crazy morning like always," the little boy smiles, glancing over to see Vincent still walking in circles to avoid Eggs. The mechanic wasn't going to give up, however. "Give me one minute."

"VINCENT! YOU SLOW YOUR ASS DOWN OR I WILL PERSONALLY!" Eggs pauses as he pants, a finger held up before he starts racing after his friend once more. "GET BACK HERE!"

"Hungry, Eggs!"

Mike watches as the blonde guard glares after Vincent before flopping backwards, Caleb quickly catching him before he can hit his head on the ground. The little boy then carefully lifts their friend up to the wooden table, Scott winking at him before glancing down to see Mike watching him.

"Nice to see you're finally awake, Michael."

"Nice to see you too, Phones."

"C-C-Come on, Mike!"

The eldest guard laughs as Jeremy suddenly yanks their friend toward the table, David stepping over them carefully before plopping beside him and looking over the reports.

"Restaurants doing good?"

"Nearly had another break in."

"Fuck."

"Mr. Harrison? Could I possibly visit the animatronics?" Fritz questions, leaning over David's hair to see what the two adults were speaking about. He's not told to look away or do something else, they both knew he understood a lot more of the business world than they thought he originally did. More so working under David, living under the same roof only helped the fact as well.

"I don't know, Fritz," Vincent begins, glancing over Jeremy quickly perking up with the idea of seeing the toys again. "They didn't change in size."

"I think Happy would get a kick out of that."

"C-C-C-CC, too."

And Chica.

Mike hesitates when he remembers he, in fact, worked under Freddy Fazbear's. And Freddy Fazbear's meant he was actually in charge of the originals.

...he hadn't thought about them ever since this bullshit happened.

Were they okay? Did they miss him? Did they know he was ever missing? Did Golden know? Did they care? They grew to enjoy him, love him, talk about random shit with him, but did they really want him back? He was just a reminder of Vincent's murder of those five kids. Kids stuffed inside of them. Frontal lobe missing...

Not much to love.

"Hey! Stiller! Get your ass up here!" Eggs calls, finally breaking through Mike's dark thoughts as the horror guard glares up at his grinning friend.

"I was banned from using my method! Remember!"

"Nope! I remember!"

"Do it, James!"

"Do-?"

Mike's eyes grow wide as James unhooks a giant ass fishing hook from his side, standing back before swinging it as he backs away. Jeremy stops his journey to fuck knows where to watch as well, a bit excitedly as the hook goes around, and around, and around, and-

"IT'S GOOD!" Eggs cheers, hands in the air as if he'd shout 'GOAL!' for the longest amount of time as the glistening and sharp tool lands a few feet from him and onto the table. With slow movements, their friend then carefully tugs the line until it catches the edge.

Caleb then appears beside them, shoes taller than even James planted so close the shrunken man could touch it. But neither one pauses, even Jeremy as he moves close to where the horror guard watches the little boy judging his work.

"It seems embedded pretty well," he begins, tucking Fredbear under an arm to carefully touch the gleaming hook. It doesn't move with the slight nudge, and considering James in incredibly tiny beyond belief, he should be fine.

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

Scott huffs before watching with interest as James begins to scale the fishing line, Vincent leaning over to watch as well as Eggs waits patiently at the top. David then allows Fritz to race over and watch as well, every member of the group watching as Caleb carefully makes sure James could only fall into his hand if the line were to snap, the hook fall, or even he lets go.

Every member, except one.

"Nice job!" Fritz cries, high fiving their horror guard rolling his eyes.

"Seriously, not a big-"

"YES IT IS!"

Jeremy scowls Vincent snatching the man away just as Caleb sets him on the table, a bit excited as even Scott smiles at the job well done. Especially when compared to last time, the hook nearly sliced its owner in half...

"Better be careful, Stiller," Scott warns as the purple man finally releases his victim, having tossed the man in victory. "Don't do it when we're not around."

"Yet," his best friend grins, ruffling the hair as hands of a dizzy man attempt to shove him away.

"I don't think I'll ever do it again if I'm tossed every time."

"You'll have to teach me!" Eggs proclaims, sliding next to their friend.

"Me too!" Fritz cries, yelping when David's protective hand stops him from even going near James.

"Scott, don't you think this is a bad influence?"

"They don't want to be carried everywhere."

"But-"

"And," the eldest guard scowls, allowing the redhead enough of a distraction to weave around his guardian's hand and next to the others as Jeremy sits beside him as well. "Tell me you want to leave them stranded. A way to the floor isn't a bad idea. Especially when Jeremy does Jeremy things."

"He does do Jeremy things," Caleb smiles.

"Well what does Mike say about it?"

A moment goes by before they realize they actually can ask Mike about what he thought. Before the phrase was used a bit rhetorically, asked into the air, waiting for an answer that never came, and then continuing with their argument.

But now their leader was back. Able to provide insight they all trusted no matter how many times he 'fucks shit up'.

"But, wh-wh-wh-where is M-M-Mike?"

#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #shrinking #old writing #Night Guards For Sale #BTE writing #God he has strange children #;D

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wulft-arc · 2 years

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hc + family

⁽¹⁾ ... 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈,

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒 ...

caleb respects his uncle travis, now are they close? no, not very, not until post - quarry when all the family they have left is each other. i’d say there’s a bit of a complicated edge to their dynamic, as caleb has tried a few times to leave northkill only to be pulled over by his uncle and ultimately brought back home post-bite. he’s definitely been on travis’ bad side before, and travis on caleb’s bad side, but when it comes down to it, they’re still family and caleb knows that if he’s ever hurt, in trouble, or scared, that he can go to his uncle with it.

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘 ...

caleb adores his uncle bobby, has since he was a little boy, and does to this day. canon quotes kind of imply that bobby cleans up caleb’s messes (werewolf bites, attacks, etcetera), and thus implies that there is a loving relationship between the two to some extent! and i like to believe caleb would do anything for bobby, and vice versa.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ...

caleb is on the fence with his grandmother. after his mother died, she attempted to step in and take over the role of mothership! something caleb did not take well to, as he was too old to forget his mother, but still young enough to need one. he was definitely bristly with her, and drove a wedge between them. he loves her, but there is definitely a clearer and better relationship between kaylee and constance, than there is between caleb and constance.

𝐉𝐄𝐃 ...

caleb and jedidiah had a more than decent relationship when he was a child, sitting on his grandpa’s knee while he told him stories, tucking him in at night when he was left in the custody of his grandparents for a night or two, and attempting to take him hunting as he grew older. as caleb grows older and doesn’t take to hunting, and more time in the scrap yard, their relationship wanes but there is definitely fond memories there.

#hcs.#these werent my best headcanons but 🥺 i hope they're alright!

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imsosocold · 11 months

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My Evelyn hcs so far ( subject to change)

Evelyn used she/her, they/them, hey/hem, se/shim/ and emb/embers pronouns. Evelyn was trans masculine but not male. (Caleb, if you’re wondering, was trans fem and trans masc and used he/him and she/her pronouns).

Polyamorous Aro-Ace Spec. Se and Caleb were queer platonic partners and cuddle buddies.

Evelyn was sex negative to sex neutral and Caleb was sex positive to sex neutral.

Initially dated Caleb at first as a middle finger to their family and the Boiling Isles at large but hey eventually grew to care for him.

Evelyn and Caleb’s favorite thing to do was queesting.

Evelyn and Caleb wrote their own vows and it was like an hour of them complimenting each other and calling the other the most cursed nicknames “scrimbly bimbly, scrumpo blorbo, little meow meow, soft bean husbando” etc.

Evenlyn actually kind of hated herself for taking on such a big commitment on their own. Partnership required too many compromises heir eyes. Had considered getting a divorce before but ended up never doing so.

Was a hunter of witch hunters who tried to save those accused in witch trials. For his crimes Evelyn set upon Caleb to do community work, making sure to keep her under watch and separated from the accused they had saved. Evelyn also made his history and past actions public to everyone else in the Isles.

Evelyn met the Wittebane siblings when they were all kids ( emb was the oldest of the trio) and liked to mess with them. Evelyn also liked just watching them from afar, interested in their developments and existences.

Evelyn was delighted by how happy magic made Caleb, who saw it as fresh and new. Magic is so normalized and widespread in the Isles, that to Evelyn, it was being taken for granted and not given proper appreciation.

The Clawthorne family were Palistorm wood and Witch Wool growers in addition to wand and amulet makers. Evelyn hated her family and often called them “ the cult of Clawthorne”.

To Evelyn, Palismen are representative of the emotions and experiences of the current moment, forever memorialized, rather than sentient beings with their own emotions and desires.

In addition to Flapjack, emb had an Anhinga Palismen, a Quetzal Palismen, a Phoenix Palismen, a Caladrius Palismen, a Kākāpō Palismen, and a Scarlet Ibis Palismen. Evelyn also had a handkerchief with a Potoo on it that could turn into the bird and fly away and had a snake bracelet that could turn into a white lipped python.

In addition to giving Caleb Flapjack, Evelyn made a Pelican Palisman for her.

While heavily believing in the concept of destiny, Evelyn wasn’t worried about the legacy or plan of the Titans, refusing both prayer and practice to them, seeking only to not offend. If Caleb had survived she and Evelyn would have been famous together, something universally glorious, something that hadn’t happened before in recorded history.

Would fight Satan AND God ( to Philip's distress).

Evelyn and Philip’s relationship was more complex than hate; they both understood each other in a way Caleb never would and it drove them all to pieces.

Called Philip duckling since he followed Caleb to the Isles the way a duckling follows its mother. Had been making a Mandarin Duck Palisman for him before the incident.

Stress made lanterns, lamps, and fireworks. Philip picked up this habit from her and kept it as Belos.

Had heterochromia, one light blue eye outlined by a darker blue and one olive green eye.

Had a howling laugh.

German.

Was as warm as an oven, had a lingering smoke smell, and tasted of ash. Primarily used fire magic with a little bit of air magic mixed in.

Evelyn died peacefully surrounded by loved ones, something that greatly upset Philip who thought they’d go fighting, even “just” against a disease.

When Evelyn left home se found Hooty ( who back then was more of a villa, I hc the Owl House transforms into the type of home one needs most at the time) and took shelter in him, Caleb eventually moving in as well. Evelyn left Hooty after Caleb’s death, not wanting him to potentially be caught in the crossfire between se and Philip. Hooty never forget her though.

#planning to do a character profile for her... eventually #give it a couple years #probably #noelle's rambles #toh #evelyn clawthorne #toh hcs

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andtheydontstopwriting · 3 years

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𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙨 -【Rodrick Heffley x F!Reader】- One-Shot

rating: pg

word count: 6.2k

summary: [y/n], daughter from a wealthy family from New York City, has been keeping her relationship with rodrick heffley a secret from her parents, though what happens if it’s brought up and her parents want to meet the secret boyfriend?

author’s note: here it is! hope you guys all enjoy it!! though i did want to let you know that i wrote this originally as a piece of work for my original character, which is why it is in third person! if you want to request anything feel free to!! once again, thank you for reading it!

keys: [y/nn] - your nickname

“I didn’t mean to tell them, [Y/NN].” Caleb spoke in hushed tones, as he attempted to prevent any outburst that he doubted would come from his younger sister, but it was still something that he felt that needed to be stopped, “But I’m sure neither you or Rodrick would exactly be thrilled if you ended up going to homecoming with David or Chad, and you know how dad-.”

“Listens to you, yes, I do know that, Caleb,” [Y/N] began, though her train of thought was shooting off in a million different directions, “And I do appreciate you trying to stick up for my happiness, but now we have to deal with what comes with doing that.”

It did not take long for Caleb to know what [Y/N] meant, because their father did bring it up in the conversation that started this whole situation.

“Father and Mother want to meet him.”

“And I don’t know if I can teach Rodrick to have the manners and social know-how that we and whoever Father believes would be more acceptable.”

“Maybe it’s for the best that’s the case, [Y/NN],” Caleb pointed out, placing a gentle hand on his

sister’s shoulder, “Give yourself the chance to step out of the spotlight for once, your happiness is what’s important.”

[Y/N] merely just nodded, because she knew that the standards their father placed on both of them were vastly different. Caleb could afford some level of security in the notion of not being worried about what their father thinks, because he does not have to work so hard to make their father happy.

This was something the teenager always had to grapple with growing up. Eventually, coming to terms with since she was the youngest, her future compared to her older brother’s was uncertain, unclear, and too many factors were up in the air: where was she going to college? What would her major be? What would her future career be? What sort of family would she have? Who would she marry?

Whereas Caleb had his future planned from the moment he was born: attend an ivy league for business then take over the family company, marry a family friend/one of the daughters of their father’s business associates or a family that would be useful to merge with and have a family. It was always clear and never questioned, even when they were kids. It took little effort on his part to make their father happy, because the expectations were clear as day and never took a moment of thought to figure out.

It was her burden to bear, and never had the strength in her to expect anyone to understand the judging gaze always cast her way, as if waiting for her to mess up or make a mistake to remind her of her failures no matter how perfect she appeared to the public eye. To her own boyfriend, even.

And part of her subconscious wished it would remain that way forever. But life has a funny way of working out in the end.

Her parents at dinner the same night her and Caleb conferred, they brought up having this mystery boy their daughter had been seeing secret over for dinner so they could have a chance to finally meet. [Y/N] had little say in the matter and the Saturday before Homecoming was agreed upon.

As soon as she returned to her bedroom for the night, [Y/N] knew she had to bring it up to Rodrick as soon as she could if they were to have any chance of staying together after that Saturday. The week they just about had was not going to be enough, but [Y/N] still felt she had to put the effort into trying to teach Rodrick at least table manners her parents would expect. But perhaps even that was pushing it.

:~+~:

“Your parents want to meet me?”

“Well, they did say they want to meet you, but I don’t think it’s because they know it’s you, Rodrick.”

Perhaps on their near nightly phone call was not the ideal place to tell Rodrick about the dinner, but it was the first instance she could get it out without her anxiety getting the better of her about telling him in the first place. It saved her having to tell him in person and save herself from seeing how he reacted in real time.

“And dinner was the best place for that to happen?” Rodrick questioned after a brief moment of silence and a familiar squeak of some springs faintly resounded into the speaker on his end. He must have

“With my family, yes,” The blonde confirmed, “With all things considered, with the holidays too far away and Homecoming approaching sooner, and they specifically said they wanted to meet you before the dance, a dinner is the only way.”

“Okay…” Rodrick trailed off, going silent for a moment, “When is dinner anyway?”

“Next Saturday,” [Y/N] replied, though quickly added before her boyfriend could speak, “We’re gonna have to have etiquette lessons, Rod, so I can teach you everything that you’re gonna need if you’re gonna make it through the night.”

“What do you mean etiquette, babe?”

“Like how to sit at a table, which fork and spoon to use and when to use them, what you can and can’t say, that sort of stuff. The basics.”

“Do you think a week is enough time to teach me all that junk?”

“Luckily for you, you have a great teacher and someone who has been taught this stuff her whole life, I think something will stick.”

“Alright, whatever you say babe,”

“I’ll even help you get ready,” [Y/N] promised, though had to amend it with, “I’ll try to, anyway, I'll at least come over to make sure you have an appropriate outfit because t-shirts won’t cut it.”

There was a clear groan of annoyance on the other end of the line before the teenager spoke, “You know I hate wearing ties, [Y/N], and I’m already pushin’ wearing it for Homecoming and not to church.”

“I know, I know,” [Y/N] sighed as she brought a hand up to her face as she stood from her bed to start pacing her room, “But it’s just for one more night than normal, Rodrick, I promise.”

“And what do I get in return, huh?”

“A girlfriend?”

“Okay, yeah, that’s a pretty solid deal.”

“So lessons start tomorrow, okay?”

“After the band practice,”

“After the band practice then.” [Y/N] confirmed as she sat on her bed once more, “Good night, sweetheart.”

“Night, babe.”

:~+~:

Okay, so the lessons did not go great, but they went about as well as [Y/N] expected. Teaching Rodrick how to behave and act as closely to the way she and her brother had grown up being taught was like pulling teeth, and much like chemistry, it was looking like nothing was sticking. And if anything was sticking, it was gone by the next day and they had to start over.

Meaning, come that fateful Saturday, [Y/N] could only hope that her very quick rundown of the basics, the true basics of what Rodrick needed to know the night before when she went over the Heffley’s house the previous night to get possible outfit choices ready and wrinkle free knowing the state of his bedroom and how clothes could be just...existing on the floor and if it was a process for her to find clean t-shirts of his to steal, then she figured the dressier clothes he owned were living the same way.

“What’s troubling you, little bird?” Her mother asked her daughter, as she had noticed that [Y/N] had been a little distracted in chopping the vegetables up. Not only that, she had been on edge since had left her bedroom that morning.

“I’m worried about dinner tonight, Mother,” [Y/N] answered, shaking her head a bit to refocus her attention on chopping the vegetables.

“I’m sure your Father will be on his best behavior, there’s no reason to be worried.” Helena spoke softly, reassuring her daughter with the soothing tones and having set the spoon down beside the stove top to go over and gently brush [Y/N]’s hair back, “Everything will be fine, little bird.”

As much as [Y/N] wanted to believe her mother was right, that things would be fine and everything would go smoothly,she also had to remind herself of her father’s constant attempts to control her life, and everything in her life. That included who she dates and there had been plenty of failed attempts in the past because of this meddling, and [Y/N], for once, just wanted to be free of the constant puppet strings attached to her that her father controlled.

“Father’s best behavior is turbulent, Mother, you know this,” [Y/N] pointed out with a sigh, “Rodrick isn’t exactly what Father believes to be best for me, and I’m afraid if Rodrick says one thing he doesn’t like, that's it, we’re through.”

“Your father’s opinion does not always matter, remember that his say is not final-”

“It’s been final before.” [Y/N] interjected, “Remember he wouldn’t let me try out for the cheer team?”

“He’s just looking out for what's best for you, that’s all.”

After that, the kitchen was silent save for the sounds of cooking, because once more [Y/N]’s anxiety took over and Helena simply did not know how to comfort her daughter anymore. It was easiest to just finish dinner and then go get ready for it, adn say nothing else on the matter for fear of making things worse.

However, just as [Y/N] was finishing up getting ready when she heard the familiar sound of an engine rumbling up the driveway. And gazing out of one of her bedroom windows that overlooked the front of the house, she saw the familiar van park in front of the garage.

So that is a good thing, Rodrick managed to remember to get there early as she insisted numerous times upon. Not that much earlier than the time she said dinner would start, but it was something, at least.

Next came the issue of watching Rodrick getting out of the van. While he did dress the part, the part was also distracting her that she kept her eyes trained on him before he disappeared under the roof that covered the front porch. It was indeed a rare instance for [Y/N] to see her boyfriend dressed up, considering she never exactly went with the Heffley family to church on Sundays.

So it was easy to understand as to why she had zoned out, nearly daydreaming and ogling over what she saw from a distance what her boyfriend was wearing. Though before she could fully dive into the daydream, the echoing sound of the ring of the doorbell echoed across the house and it was enough to snap [Y/N] out of her head and she was quick to stand from her vanity, hoping to make it to the front door before her parents or brother could open the door.

However, her attempts were in vain because of the delay it took her to stand and began the mad dash to the front of the house and the size of the home itself, and by the time she had reached the top of the stairs, she saw her mother already at the front door and as [Y/N] made her descent down the staircase, she heard what was spoken.

“Ah, so you must Rodrick,” Helena spoke, though [Y/N] could get a hint of confusion from the tone used, which [Y/N] assumed was because her mother had recognized Rodrick from the couple times she had seen him before when she first started to tutor the boy, but that was not brought up when Helen added, “Come in, come in.”

“Uh, thank you, Mrs. Clemens.” [Y/N] heard Rodrick speak as she continued her descent down the staircase, smiling to herself because at least something else stuck: always use formalities, never call my parents by their actual names.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she was met with a beat of silence and then Rodrick saying without much hesitation, “You look beautiful,”

A dust of pink appeared on her cheeks and she briefly looked towards her mother away from Rodrick, who looked between the teenagers before taking the steps towards the dining room, allowing the young couple a moment alone before the dinner began.

“I have to admit, I know you hate getting all dressed up,” [Y/N] spoke as she neared Rodrick, reaching up to gently adjust the tie around his neck, “But I wouldn’t be opposed to you dressing up more often.”

“There isn’t a chance of that happening, babe, you know that.” Rodrick pointed out, though a teasing smile graced his face, which [Y/N] mirrored.

“A girl can dream, can’t she?”

Just as Rodrick was about to lean down to give [Y/N] a quick peck on the lips, he froze in his movements as he both heard a voice from down the hall echo around them and the fact he felt [Y/N] slightly tense up.

“Ah, [Y/N], dinner is about to start, I expected you to be in the dining room already.”

[Y/N] took a deep breath as she began to speak as she stepped to stand beside Rodrick instead, “Father, we were just heading there n-”

“This must be the secret boyfriend, then, Rodrick, wasn’t it?” Charlie interrupted, which was something [Y/N] was used to by then, and held a hand out to Rodrick (another thing [Y/N] could see right through--the charm of a businessman), “Charles.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Rodrick said as he briefly glanced at his girlfriend to see what to do, before [Y/N] replied with a glance down to her father’s extended hand, which Rodrick took with a little too much fervor, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Clemens.”

The energy behind Rodrick’s hand shake with her father was something that would not be much of an issue, but [Y/N] never had a how to shake a hand lesson herself, so it was overlooked when she was teaching her boyfriend what he would need to know. She was a girl, and the only thing she ever got on the subject matter was to be light and certain in the handshake, and that was all. So one look at her father’s face said all that she needed to know.

It was already off to a bad start and they had not even sat down for dinner yet.

Luckily her mother had called them into the dinning room before much more could already add to the poor outcome [Y/N] could start to sense coming already, no matter the words that echoed to counter the notion, hoping that things would look up from there forward.

And for the first part of dinner, it was as her mind had hoped it would be, as everything went smoothly. Any questions her parents asked to Rodrick, it took a moment, but he was always to pull something out that also did not make him nor his family look bad. The looks shared between the Clemens siblings were a mix of relief and happiness as the dinner progressed, because the lessons and seemingly did in the end stick with Rodrick more than [Y/N] previously had suspected they did.

“So, what is it you want to do with your life after you finish up high school, Rodrick?”

That was the question she was dreading, and one she was hoping for once her father would overlook and just accept that fact, move on that the future did not matter as much as the happiness of his children.

And the question must have also thrown Rodrick off for some reason, as he glanced once more at [Y/N] and in turn [Y/N] glanced at Caleb, a look of panic settling on her face.

“I think the team has a good chance of winning the game next week.” Caleb brought up, “So Homecoming may be a celebration for that win, too.”

“The football team has won every year the past several years, Caleb,” Charles pointed out, sighing as he set his fork down on the plate before him, “But that is not what we are talking about now, my boy.”

“The marching band is probably the best we’ve had in years, Father,” [Y/N] quickly added, clearly buying Rodrick enough time to try and find an answer to Charles’ question, “It’ll be worth going to the game for more than just the football team this year.”

“[Y/N], I believed I asked Rodrick a question, so I would appreciate it if you would allow him to answer.” Charles said, his tone rising from calm coolness, to slight agitation as he took a deep breath to calm down once more, “Now, Rodrick, what do you want to do with your future?”

“To be a musician.”

“Oh, a musician,” Helena tried to express some happiness in the discovery, “Are you in the school orchestra with [Y/N]?”

“N-no, Mrs. Clemens,” Rodrick realized his mistake of bringing up the fact he wanted to be a musician, but at the same time, if he said he didn’t know, he was sure he and [Y/N] would be over then and there, “I’m in a band with some of my friends.”

“What type of music do you play then?” Charles asked and [Y/N] and Caleb once more exchanged looks before [Y/N] looked to Rodrick once again. A look that said there was no point in lying about it now.

“Heavy metal.”

“Oh…” Charles began, glancing between [Y/N] and Rodrick, before his eyes landed once again on Rodrick, “That’s an interesting choice, have you not considered going to college or another career path?”

“Charles,” Helena interjected, giving her husband a look from across the table, “Now is not the time.”

“What?” Charles asked, clearly confused as to what his wife could mean, “What’s so wrong about getting to know the boy who my little princess is dating?”

From there, Helena merely just shook her head and dinner continued in silence, The only sound was the clatter of utensils as they hit the plate. [Y/N] kept her gaze down at the plate in front of her, merely just pushing what food was left around on her plate. Though, at some point, under the table, she reached over to gently grab a hold of Rodrick’s hand. To which, Rodrick merely just briefly looked over to [Y/N] and the only thing he could really do in reaction to it, was to let go of the tension in his shoulders before attempting to finish the meal before him.

As expected, her mother announced that she would go and get dessert not too long after, but it would be a few minutes to warm it up once again. So as [Y/N] stood to start clearing the table, her father also stood.

“[Y/N], could I speak to you for a moment?” Was all he said before he started his way towards the office he had at home.

[Y/N] knew what would come from this conversation, and she had to try to be strong this time. She knew that this conversation would be her dad trying to get [Y/N] to break things off with Rodrick--something she knew was going to happen as soon as her father brought up the question of what Rodrick wanted to do with the future. His dream was not to be anything her father expected the man [Y/N] to be with. And it was time for her to take her own life into her own hands after so long of being looked down upon and controlled by the plan her father had for her.

“What is it you see in that boy, [Y/N]?” Charles questioned as soon as the door to the office was shut behind [Y/N].

“I can assure you that Rodrick is someone with more than meets the eye, Father.” [Y/N] answered clearly as she rose to stand up a little straighter.

“But you are aware that he is not ideal, don’t you?” Her father spoke as he folded his arms behind his back, taking the strides to stand in front of his daughter, “You should be with someone like Edward Vill or Chad Danford. Not someone who you met tutoring, and someone who believes his heavy metal band will take off.”

He waited a moment for [Y/N] to speak, but all she did instead was lower her head and folded her hands at her front, so Charles continued, “All you have to do is end things with Rodrick and your future already looks brighter, my princess.”

“That’s your plan for my life, though,” [Y/N] pointed out, her tone quieter than she wanted it to come out, but she soon found her confidence once more as she added, “For once I want to do things my way, so with all due respect father, I don’t think I will break things off with Rodrick no matter what your standards are for me.”

“The standards I hold for you are meant to ensure you have a future.” Charles began, using a variation of the same speech [Y/N] heard time and time again, “As you know, your brother will take over the company, so I just want to make sure your foundation is strong in whatever ways I can provide. You’re young, you know little of how the world works.”

“Have you not realized that in trying to live up to your expectations, I’m putting my own happiness at stake?”

“The real world knows nothing of individual happiness, [Y/N], success is the only thing that will cultivate any sense of the word.”

“I’m doing my best as I am right now, and then some, trying to gain the success you wish from me,” [Y/N] finally lifted her gaze up, though the tears starting to well in her eyes as soon as she did, looking at the man she called father, but had not felt like one in years, “But even with all that I have accomplished and juggled since we moved, you still think I’m a failure, and nothing I ever do is right.”

“There’s always more, you never have to stop working and aiming high.” Charles’s voice began to rise once again, “And being with that boy is going to prevent you from doing such.”

[Y/N] shook her head just as the tears started to fall from her eyes, “I’m done trying to be what you think I am, because I’ll never be good enough for you.”

“Young lady, you listen-” Charles began, but [Y/N] was quick to interrupt for once.

“No, I’m done listening and following whatever it is you say for me to do, I’m choosing my happiness for once, which means I am not breaking up with Rodrick just because you do not approve of him.”

And while Charles attempted to persuade [Y/N] otherwise, he did try to get her to understand why he does what he does, but [Y/N] was not having it. And despite his efforts to also get her to stay, [Y/N] was quick to make her leave, knowing if she stayed any longer it would turn out uglier than it had already become. And they did not need that to happen.

Instead, [Y/N] tried her best to compose herself, keep herself together, as she went back into the dining room to get Rodrick. She did not need her brother or her boyfriend doting on her immediately, and she had to stay strong as she left the family home because she could not afford any more signs of weakness.

Though the soft hand on Rodrick’s shoulder and her quiet yet slightly quivering voice as [Y/N] asked, “Can we leave now?” was all Rodrick needed to have to know things did not go well when she talked with her dad, but he didn’t know what was discussed.

“See you around, Caleb,” Rodrick said before he stood from the dining table and [Y/N] was quick to grab a hold of his hand to walk out of the house.

“Young lady, you stay in this house or you’ll be grounded for the rest of your life!” She heard her father call out as he was approaching the foyer, but Helena was quick to hold him back.

“Charles, let her go,” She tried to reason with her fuming husband, “You two need some space right now,”

[Y/N] shot a quick apologetic look to her mother as she grabbed her purse hanging by the front door before opening the large wooden door and stepped outside.

“Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Clemens, it was real good!” Rodrick felt like he needed to say something before he shut the door behind him, and that was what happened to come out. Perhaps it was nerves talking and not filtering his thoughts that were not filled with concern for his girlfriend. And when they cleared the steps of the front porch, the boy was quick to make the steps to walk side by side, gently squeezing [Y/N]’s hand as they got to the van.

As soon as everything was unlocked, and both were in their respective spots, Rodrick turned the noisy van on, backed up, and began the drive down the long driveway and back onto the street. [Y/N], meanwhile, just leaned her head against the window, staring mindlessly out the side view mirror and watched as the house she had started to call home grew smaller and smaller as they moved away from it, and she could see two figures standing on the porch but soon as they turned the corner onto the street, they were out of sight.

:~+~:

Rodrick did not know what [Y/N] wanted to do, and she had been silent since asking him to leave her house. So he assumed it best to play it safe and drive around town as she calmed down enough to tell him what she wanted to do, or at least, he felt like she could answer when asked what she wanted to do. He knew by then to not push [Y/N], let her do things at her own time, because of his experience during finals last year and how she got so stressed out she shut down for a few hours.

Though after an hour of driving, from the corner of his eye, Rodrick could see that [Y/N] made an effort to lift her head off of the window and that was the sign that she was calming down and he made the choice to ask a question.

“Wanna hit up the convenience store since we bailed on dessert?”

There was a moment of silence, then two, then three, before Rodrick heard the defeated voice of his girlfriend come from her mouth, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

And with that guidance and direction on what to do next, Rodrick complied and drove to the nearest convenience store.

The next thirty minutes or so of the evening for the young couple were spent attempting to rid themselves of the pain and sorrow of the evening that had happened earlier. Trying to be young once more without any burdens or cares. And with this attempt to change how the night progressed, came the night chill and while Rodrick was fine, [Y/N] was not. Luckily, or unluckily, Rodrick had left one of his sweatshirts in the back of the van--which was the unlucky part, because it was found in the back of the van and who knows when it was last washed. But it was better than nothing, so [Y/N] accepted it and was grateful it at least smelled of him--the cologne he started to wear more frequently, that is. Once inside the shop, they moved through the snack and candy aisles with careful thought and consideration of what they wanted, with [Y/N] clinging onto Rodrick’s arm, her head resting upon his upper arm as they moved through the aisles and made their decisions of what felt appropriate for the evening--for Rodrick, a bag of chips and for [Y/N] a bag of sour gummy candy, as well as a bag of chocolate to share between them, and went to check out.

They chose to just sit and eat in the back of the van, still parked in the parking lot of the convenience store, as it was easier than finding somewhere else to go. They also sat in considerable silence once again, the only sounds this time were the bags crinkling and the sound of the crunch of the chip whenever Rodrick ate one, side by side as close as they could be and eat with ease at the same time.

“I’m tired of trying to be good enough,” [Y/N] suddenly spoke, breaking the silence that fell over them once she had decided she had finished with her candy for now.

Rodrick, who had been in the middle of eating a chip when [Y/N] decided to speak up, was grateful that he had something in his mouth as it allowed him the time to process what his girlfriend just said and figure out what he was going to say in return. In the meantime, he set aside his bag of chips and shifted enough to reach out and grab a hold of [Y/N]’s hand.

“I’m tired of tryin’, too,” Was what he apparently settled with, having never exactly been good at the whole comforting thing, “So we can be tired of it together.”

There was no verbal response from [Y/N], but she responded to this statement by gently rolling her head onto his shoulder, her other hand also came up to start playing with his fingers after setting the bag of candy down. So Rodrick took this that she was listening to what he was saying, but wasn’t sure in what way.

“Buuuut, one of the smartest girls I know taught me once that having two negatives together ends up canceling out the other, so we can just be tired together, instead.”

With this addition, a breathy laugh was heard in his ears and a proud little half smile appeared on his face as he heard her voice once again not being plagued by anxiety, but simply by sleepiness.

“I don’t think you understood that full lesson, sweetheart, remember how you almost flopped that test because you didn’t?”

With her statement being made, Rodrick’s smile grew into a full one before he tilted his head to place a gentle but loving kiss to the top of her head, before he murmured against her hair, “But I would have totally failed without you, babe.”

“We can just be tired together, Rodrick,” [Y/N] confirmed after a moment of quiet enjoyment of the moment, “And deal with all the teenage bullshit together.”

“Wow, did you just swear, babe?” Rodrick said in joking disbelief as he leaned away to look at [Y/N] head on.

“It’s been a long night, sweetheart.”

“My place?”

“I don’t think either of our parents would appreciate us sleeping in the back of your van, so yes, your place.”

:~+~:

“Where have you two been?” Was what they were greeted with as soon as they arrived at the Heffley family home, “We’ve been worried sick!”

“Sorry, mom,” Rodrick began, stepping in front of [Y/N] as he added, “We just went on a drive and stopped to get snacks, that’s all.”

“Your mother called, [Y/N], and she was worried when I said you weren’t here, but I’ll go call her to come get you, okay?”

“N-no,” [Y/N] began, the stammer in her voice stopped Susan from going to the phone in the living room, and Frank just looked at her confused, “I, uh, don’t want to go back home tonight, can I please stay?”

“What happened at the dinner that made you not want to go home?” Frank questioned.

“Just some family stuff,” [Y/N] covered easily, though she took a step to stand closer to Rodrick as she continued, “...Didn’t leave on the best of terms.”

“Oh, then of course you can stay, and we can figure this all out tomorrow, but I am going to call your mom back and let her know you’re safe, okay?” Susan said with a gentle smile and [Y/N] reciprocated the smile with a quiet, thank you, before Mrs. Heffley added, “You can sleep on the couch, after I make the call I’ll go get you a blanket,”

“Can she actually sleep in my room?” Rodrick brought up, his tone rushed, to which both his parents gave him a stern look but before his mom could even get the answer of no out, he added, “I don’t want her to be alone after what happened, is all.”

Susan and Frank gave each other a look, before they looked at Rodrick and [Y/N], and they caught the young couple glancing at each other and they saw the softest expression on Rodrick’s face they have ever seen on their son and once more looked back at each other.

“On an air mattress.” Frank said, pointing a finger at the both of them, to which the pair nodded before Mr. Heffley turned to go get the air mattress from the basement.

:~+~:

So [Y/N] never ended up sleeping on the air mattress.

She started out there, trying to do right by Rodrick’s parents since they allowed her to sleep in their son’s bedroom, which she could not be in past 8:30 on a school night usually. But sleeping in some of Rodrick’s clothes and with him only feet away, she was crawling in right beside him not even five minutes in of trying to fall asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, [Y/N] felt a weight on her chest, and not the emotional kind. No, it was almost the entire dead weight of her sound asleep boyfriend sleeping over top of her, his head resting on her shoulder, his wild bed hair tickling her neck. She did not move him off or attempt anything, instead choosing to bask in this moment they rarely got to have and enjoy a quiet Rodrick for once, a version of him totally at peace. Gently, she started to run her fingers along his back through the t-shirt he was wearing, before the fingers of her other hand started to gently card through his hair, which only settled the sleeping teenager deeper into her.

When he settled a little deeper into rest, this was when she had a slight struggle with breathing, and [Y/N] knew that she had to do what was usually impossible: waking Rodrick up.

But luckily for her, she knew a solid weak point that often got him up if he ended up falling asleep before one of their tutoring sessions: tickling his sides.

The action did not shoot him straight awake, but it was enough to shock his brain into making him open his eyes, and groggily lift his head up.

At first, it was clear he was about to settle back into the sleep he just awoke from, but before his eyes fully shut, they opened once more as he processed he was not laying on his mattress, but instead his girlfriend and the sleepy grin that appeared as he lifted his head once more and gazed down at her with half-lidded eyes was a sight [Y/N] would never get used to no matter how much she saw it.

“Good mornin’ babe…” Rodrick mumbled as he began to lean down to give her a good morning kiss too, before he was promptly pushed away with a gentle hand.

“Your morning breath is atrocious, sweetheart,” [Y/N] pointed out with a quiet laugh, “It could kill.”

“C’mon, you know I would never kill you, babe.” Rodrick pouted, “Now c’mon and give me a good morning kiss.”

Rodrick instead kissed all over her face as [Y/N] kept moving her head to avoid Rodrick meeting her lips, but their playfulness was cut short as they heard Susan’s voice from down the staircase calling up to them:

“Rodrick! [Y/N]! It’s time for breakfast!”

And fearing that Susan would come in to check on things, the pair moved--Rodrick faster than he ever had in the morning--to get [Y/N] into the air mattress. It was a bit of a scramble and [Y/N] nearly tripped getting off the twin bed, but she had slipped under the throw blanket on the air mattress just as Susan began her descent up the staircase, and the teenagers pretended to be asleep.

Until they heard the sigh and Susan making her way back down the stairs, their eyes were shut but the moment she heard his mother’s voice away from the attic door, [Y/N] quietly slipped off the air mattress and made her way back to Rodrick’s bed, where she leaned down to give his a soft kiss on the lips.

“We should probably go down stairs soon, sweetheart.”

Rodrick opened his eyes at the feeling and smiled up at [Y/N], who smiled down at him in return.

“I hate it when you’re right, babe.”

It was this moment they both realized something very important, very pivotal.

They both loved the other, and it was a somewhat scary yet exciting thought.

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid

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alipopsie · 3 years

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okay but imagine.

they get back to the blooming grove and they meet with the clays and cry and have moments with molly.

and essek and molly get to meet cad's family. they tend to molly's wounds and one of the parents gives essek the paternal hug he's been needing his entire life.

and then they pull up the tower and molly comes in and cad stays out in the grove. more time to spend with his family. he was so scared for them. he just needs to be able to spend a night with them before they tie their loose ends. he needs to know they're safe.

and they all eat and have a FIRST meal together with mollymauk. no more lasts. only firsts.

after a conversation in the hot tub, they all go their ways to their rooms. they've had a long day and they need the rest.

caleb's replaced caduceus's room with an exact replica of the room he designed to torture lucien, in an attempt to help molly remember.

yasha drags her mattress through the tower to sleep on the floor of molly's room. to make sure he's safe.

and the guest room is built for essek. customised just for him. caleb knows how to make a wizard feel at home. he follows essek in. they need to talk. it's been too long.

and they do talk. well, they want to. but what they actually do is stand in the middle of essek's room and look at each other. having the kind of silent conversation that only people with +5 int can have.

and they stand like that for what essek feels to be a number of seconds, or maybe it's hours. the dungeon of penance can't mess with his sense of time, but by the light caleb's eyes certainly can.

and caleb cocks an eyebrow, glancing from essek's eyes, to his lips, to his forehead, and his eyes again, in a way that can only mean "may I?"

and essek nods. and caleb puts a hand on the back of his head and pulls essek in gently, and leans in and leans up. just barely. and presses a kiss right on essek's forehead.

and essek melts, just a little bit, into his touch. floating lower, but still not touching the ground. and lets out a small huff of a laugh

and fills the room with the first words they've heard in, by caleb's count, twenty one minutes. ...and thirty eight seconds.

"you're a smart man, widogast." he speaks quietly, just barely audible, but caleb pulls back to make eye contact as he talks. "you're very smart. and very brave. but by the light are you stupid sometimes."

he cracks the smallest smile as he finishes speaking, the kind of smile that only essek can make, when he tells what he believes to be a joke.

before caleb can fully appreciate the smile though, essek's floated back up, just a little bit.

and that smile is pressed against caleb's, and slender fingers are woven into his long, still ruffled hair.

and caleb pulls essek back in, with the hand still on the back of his head. the other wraps around essek's torso as the drow melts entirely into the kiss. feet settling onto the floor.

they're safe.

they're alright.

they're alive.

#the WIZARDS.......#I just think they deserve it #oberon PLEASE show us essek's room next episode.#please #cr spoilers #shadowgast #essek #cr #critical role #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #mighty nein #the mighty nein

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queeniecook · 2 years

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October 16

Yesterday, Caleb brought home an old fashioned piano. It’s now sitting in our dinning room. He said he found at someone’s estate sale.

He spent hours cleaning it up. I had no idea he could play but it makes sense. I suppose when you have countless years to exist, you find many hobbies. The piano is actually starting to grow on me. I wasn’t too sure at first.

Aubree popped in just before lunch, she hadn’t seen the new house yet.

“So now that you’ve complimented the house, thank you by the way, I believe we need to continue our little chat from my wedding.” I stated.

“I’m not pregnant.” Aubree told me, her tone didn’t sound like she was relieved.

I made a face “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Aubree let out a sigh of frustration “I got used to the idea, okay?! So when I found out I wasn’t….but I guess I did get what I thought I wanted, right?”

“You’re a woman, you’re allowed to change your mind countless times a day.” I reminded her, teasing her a bit.

“I know. It’s just….you know how my cycle has always been kind of messed up since high school. I’m starting to wonder if I can get pregnant.” Aubree admitted to me quietly.

I scooted closer to her and gave her a hug. “The only way to find out is to go see a fertility doctor. I know that idea isn’t fun, but in sometimes you have do what you have do in life.”

#the grant legacy #vera grant-vatore #vera grant #aubree lewis #caleb vatore #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts 4 #sims 4 #generation 2 #sims4 storytelling

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loveelle · 3 years

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Winners and Losers

Luke Patterson x Reader

Request by Anon: Luke x reader?? Two rival singers make a bet “who can get the other to fall in love first” by acting like a couple... too bad they realize there both in too deep.

A/N: Thank you for your request! I hope I did alright with it? I kind of strayed a little at some parts, but then I remembered that I had a request to write and brought it back, so I hope you enjoy. Please send me more requests and some feedback?

WC: 4K

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“Y/N!”

You jolted in your seat, spilling your cereal all down the front of your shirt as you sat up alert. “What?!” you groaned, pulling your now soaked shirt away from your body. Alex walked closer to you as he laughed, clutching his stomach. You glared at him. “You’re not funny Alex.” Grumbling, you picked up your now empty cereal bowl, frowning at the mess of your favorite cereal now spilled on the floor. “We live here together. You’re cleaning that up.”

Alex scoffed. “No, I’m not.” He smirked, falling on the couch and hugging your pillow. With a sigh you retreated to the kitchen, putting away your dishes and grabbing the cleaning supplies. You ignored Alex as you cleaned up.

“What do you want?”

“Why aren’t you ready?” he asked and your expressions turned quizzical.

“Ready for what?” you asked him, moving towards your room as he followed, keeping on your heels and arriving at your closet before you could.

Alex groaned, grabbing your favorite top off a hanger and tossing it at you. It hit your face as you pulled it away, trying to throw him a glare but he was already turning around, leaning his head against the wall for you to change in peace. “You promised you’d come to see me perform tonight, remember?”

“Crap.” You whispered out, pulling your wet shirt off and putting on the new one. “I mean, I totally remembered.” You told Alex, tapping his shoulder. He rolled his eyes at you and turned around to lean back on the wall. “Give me 5 minutes and I’ll be out.”

“You got it.” He said, leaving you to grab all the things for tonight. Alex had invited you almost a week ago to watch him perform at the Hollywood Ghost Club, a new gig he got thanks to his boyfriend. You were excited for him, knowing how much this opportunity meant to your best friend. As soon as you were done getting your things you walked back out to the living room, seeing Alex flipping through the channels on the TV. “Finally!” he huffed out, pretending to be more upset than he actually was. You faked a smile at him, locking your arms as you left your house.

“Hotdog!” Willie yelled as Alex and you walked into the club. He was talking to the club owner as Alex waved at him, a small blush on his cheeks and you elbowed him playfully in the side. Willie jogged your way, giving Alex a hug and you let them have their moment, glancing around the club. “Hey Y/N.” Willie said, giving you a much shorter hug than he gave Alex.

“This place is awesome, Willie.”

“I forgot this is your first time here, I’m glad you could come.”

“I couldn’t pass up on the chance to see this guy perform.” You offered Alex a smile but he was busy looking at Willie and Willie at him. You took that as your moment to leave. “Well, I’ll leave you in capable hands.” You patted Alex’s back, pushing him towards Willie as you ducked out of there, looking about the tables.

There were quite a few that were already full, couples and friends sharing conversations as you walked past. You were about to take an empty table before your eyes landed on a particular one in the front where a pair of boys sat and you smirked to yourself, walking slowly their way.

“Is this where the talent sits?” you broke the already made conversation as you slid into the empty chair. Luke and Reggie’s head snapped your way, Reggie with a grin and Luke whose face fell when he saw you.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

You smiled at him and gestured to his sleeves. “I see we’re still going with the sleeveless look?” you joked, earning a small laugh out of Reggie who quieted after the look Luke sent him. “Come on Patterson, you know I wouldn’t miss Alex performing.”

“I meant here, at our table.”

“Oh!” you clapped your hands together, picking up a menu that was laying in front of you. “Well, that’s just for fun.” You smirked, avoiding looking at him.

Luke and you had an interesting relationship. You both have known each other for years, not nearly as long as you knew Alex but still a long time. You two considered yourselves rivals, two different artists signed with two different labels. Most people wouldn’t have such a competitive relationship, but you couldn’t help admit it was quite fun knowing you could get under Luke’s skin like no one else. You prided yourself on it.

Luke and Reggie continued their conversation, talking about the club as Reggie let you joined in. The conversation started normal, but it soon turned to Luke and you smart mouthing each other as Reggie watched on amused.

“You two are crazy.” Reggie murmured under his breath and laughed. You and Luke stopped your argument, looking at Reggie who was busying eating.

“We’re not crazy.” You countered.

Reggie met your gaze, quirking a brow at you. “Oh yeah, sure you’re not.” He agreed. Your jaw fell and you shared a look at Luke, seeing him in the same state. “I don’t know how you two do it, but you’re only ever crazy with each other.”

You didn’t have a counter for him this time, neither did Luke because the truth was Reggie’s right. You were only like that with Luke, you couldn’t explain it.

Luckily you didn’t have to because Caleb Covington, the club owner, walked on stage with his showgirls. You sighed, crossing your arms and falling back into your chair as you listened to Caleb talk. Alex, as well as the rest of the musicians, took the stage. He shot you a look, seeing you with Luke and Reggie but you just smiled at him and watched as the show began.

Alex was killing it, just like he always did as you cheered him on nodding your head along and singing under breath to Caleb’s song. You turned your head, prepared to see Reggie and Luke enjoying the music as well but when you looked at Luke you quickly noticed he was rather distracted by one of the dancers who made their way into the audience.

You laughed, pulling his attention off the girl and onto you as he clenched his jaw and let his brows furrow. “What’s up with you?” he asked as you shrugged.

“Nothing.” You turned back to Alex with a smile on your face. Luke scoffed, obviously not believing you as he scooted closer to hear you.

“No, tell me.”

You bit your lip, looking back at him in amusement. “Your friend is on stage playing the drums and you’re looking at the girls?” you quipped. Luke stuttered as he took in what you were saying, getting defensive as you laughed again. “It’s okay Luke, I get it.”

“Get what?” You looked at him for a minute, watching him squirm under your gaze as you slowly smiled. “I don’t like that look.” He groaned out, narrowing his eyes as you leaned forwards on the table, coming close to him and putting your hand under your chin.

“You gonna talk to her afterward? Work that,” you gestured your hand towards his face, “Luke charm of yours?”

He pushed your hand out of his face, holding it against the table as he sat forward as well. “What Luke charm would that be?”

Letting out a chuckle you looked around the room, seeing several people looking at the two of you with starstruck expressions. “Come on Patterson, you’re not oblivious. You’re famous, girls swoon at the sight of you.” Luke glanced down to the table, at your hands still technically touching as he hid a smile. “If you asked that girl on a date, she’d say yes.”

He met your eyes again, a small glint in his as you pulled your hand away slowly. “What makes you think I want to ask her out?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“She’s not my type.”

“You have a type?” your cocky remark was met with an eye roll as Luke couldn’t stop smiling.

“Do you?” He countered and you shook your head.

“Since when we’re we talking about me?”

Luke shrugged, taking a sip of the drink in front of him and avoiding looking at you. “We weren’t, but at least the girl would fall in love with me.” He knew he was most likely wrong, but the satisfaction the sentence brought him made up for it.

However, the laugh you let out and the way you threw your head back made him narrow his eyes. “Oh please.”

“You don’t think I could?”

“I wouldn’t subject that poor girl to that torture.”

“Fine, but I bet I could make you fall in love with me.” The air left your lungs at his words. You didn’t have a response to that, no comeback or remark.

If you had to guess, you probably looked like the physical embodiment of a loading screen. “W-what?”

“I bet I could make you fall in love with me.” He repeated as if it was the simplest idea ever.

You looked to Reggie, seeing him no longer paying attention to the show but of you and Luke. Your eyes widened slightly at him, asking him silently for any idea what to do but he put his hands up, not letting himself get involved.

You cleared your throat. “And why would I subject myself to that torture?” you took a sip of your drink quickly, hoping it can calm the sudden bout of nerves hitting you.

It was Luke’s turn to laugh. “Well, how about an actual bet? Whoever can get the other to fall in love first wins.”

Reggie who was still fascinated by the event unfolding in front of him choked on his drink. You both looked at him, Luke patting his back as you tried to focus on helping him but you could get Luke’s deal out of your head. You didn’t know why he offered the bet, but you weren’t the type of person to turn one down.

The music in the club ended as the three of you were brought back to the real reason you were here tonight, Alex. He stood up, holding his drumsticks in the air as he smiled brightly. You cheered for him, clapping and hooting as Luke and Reggie did the same. As Alex began leaving the stage, you turned to Luke and stuck out your hand.

“You’re on.”

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“You did what?” Alex’s voice boomed from your living room as you grabbed two bottles of water from the kitchen, heading back to him.

“It’s just a bet, Alex. Nothing to get worried about.” You tossed him the bottle. Alex shook his head at you, shocked you’d even take Luke up on something like this.

“What do you get out of it?” You took a sip of your water, trying to think.

“I don’t know, the knowledge that I win?” He glared at you, unimpressed with your answer. “I don’t know, Alex!” your laugh was defensive and you knew it.

“What if,” Alex began and turned his body to face you, “What if you agreed to this because you possibly might have feelings for Luke?” You blinked several times and stared at him, trying to piece how he managed to get there. Leaning forward you pressed the back of your hand against his forehead. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see if you have a fever because I think you might be delusional.” He rolled his eyes, pushing his hand out of his face, and stood up.

“I’m serious.”

“Yeah, so am I. Are you feeling okay?” Alex threw his arms in the air and started pacing, something you’ve learned in the years living with him that he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. You settled into the couch, pulling out your phone and starting to scroll through Instagram before you saw a notification pop up.

@LukePatterson tagged you in a photo

“What the?” you muttered and clicked on the notification. Alex moved behind you to look as you saw a photo of you tonight smiling and in the caption was a heart. “What is he doing?” you whispered and Alex was behind you laughing, having to leave the room from laughing so hard.

You pulled up Luke’s contact immediately and pressed call. It rang twice before he picked up. “Hello there.”

“What was that post?”

You could hear him laugh through the call. “Part one of making you fall in love with me. Figured it would probably be a good idea to be a couple, don’t you think?”

“Why didn’t you talk to me about that first? I mean Luke, I have a career to think about. You have a career to think about! You can’t just drop relationship announcements like that, especially if they’re not real!” You ran a hand through your hair letting out a little sigh at the end. Luke was silent and your stomach sank, you knew he was just trying to win the bet, not trying to put a dent in your careers. You both might be rivals in the public’s eyes, but Luke wouldn’t do that. “Besides,” you said to break the silence, “Posting a picture when I look like that is only going to make me fall in love with myself, Patterson.”

Luke laughed again and you felt calmer knowing he wasn’t cursing himself out in his head. “Touché Y/L/N.” he muttered and you barely heard it over the phone. “Hey, tomorrow be ready at noon.”

“What for?”

“Our date.” You expected more from him, an explanation or what this date entailed but all you heard was the call ending as you pulled the phone from your ear.

You had to admit, the smile that tugged your lips was hard to ignore but you did. Heading back to Instagram, you found yourself on Luke’s post again, leaving a like and a heart emoji in the comments before seeing lots of Luke’s fans had left comments.

Most of them were surprised by the pairing as they should be, a few of them thought it was a joke, and a couple comments sprinkled in believed it to be a career move and fake- a way to combine two of the hottest new singer-songwriters. You groaned at them but had to admit, they were kind of right. It wasn’t a career move, but it was 100% fake.

However, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the support you and Luke got, something you never thought you’d receive. It was overwhelming, to say the least. You turned your phone off, sitting in the silence of the living room before a text came through from Luke.

Goodnight ♥

You laughed to yourself as you realized goodnight and possibly good morning texts were going to be his move. Smart move Patterson.

You sent one back.

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The constant sound of your alarm pulled you awake, much to your detest as you turned it off and yawned. It had been a week since you and Luke made that bet. 7 days of good morning and goodnight texts, some of which you had managed to send first, surprising Luke. You went on a couple of dates if you could call them that, to cafes, the beach, even a double date with Alex and Willie. Luke had been pulling out all the stops and you had to admit, you were impressed.

The only hard part about this week was you were in the middle of recording some songs and it had been non-stop in the recording studio all day, the last couple of days being the longest. Luke noticed, of course, seeing how you were extra tired texting and would just facetime him instead when you were making dinner. Neither of you knew what to talk about at the beginning of the week, but as time went on it became easier and more second nature.

You opened your door to a dark apartment as you got back from the studio today, much later than you were planning, but home nonetheless. “Alex?” you called out for your housemate only to see a note taped to the wall telling you he was spending the night with Willie. You sighed and dropped your bag on the floor when your phone rang.

You let out a whine, not wanting to deal with talking to anyone as you pulled it out. Luke’s name and picture lit up your phone as you hesitated a moment before answering the facetime call. “Wow, you look beat.” Luke said as soon as you answered.

You glared at him through the screen. “Thanks. That’s just what every girl wants to hear after a long day.”

He snickered at you but offered a sad smile as he laid back on his bed, resting his head on his bent arm. “You just get home?” he asked and you nodded, shrugging your coat off. “How’d it go?”

“Same as every other day, but we’re closer to finishing recording.”

Luke smiled again, watching you through the phone screen as you put away all your things. “What are your plans tonight?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Eh, probably watch a movie and fall asleep while watching said movie.”

“Alex going to join you?”

You shook your head and propped your phone up in the kitchen. “He’s at Willie’s for the night.” Luke went silent as you moved to grab a cup and fill it up with water. You glanced back to him, seeing him thinking and looking off-camera. “Luke?”

“Give me 15 minutes.” He said before ending the call. You stood there confused, staring at the black screen of your phone.

“Okay then.” You muttered to yourself, pocketing your phone and getting ready for your solo movie night. You changed into your pajamas and curled up in your blanket on the couch, flipping through your movie choices as someone knocked on your door.

You furrowed your brows, trying to figure out who would come over this late and the only person you could think of was Alex. Your feet padded against the ground softly as you approached the door. “Did you forget your key again? I’d thought you’d be gone the rest of the night.” You called through the door as you unlocked it, pulling it open to be met with a smiling Luke.

“Not Alex.” He said and pushed past you.

“Come in, I guess.” you joked as you turned around, seeing him jumping over your couch to lay on it. “What are you doing here, Luke?”

He grinned up at you. “It’s date night.” You put your hands on your hips, pursing your lips at him. “So, what are we watching?” You relented, falling back on your spot as Luke controlled the remote, flipping through the movies until he found one that interested both of you.

It started playing as you cuddled into your blanket, throwing a glance to look at Luke whose arm was draped over the side of the couch. You kept staring at him as an idea popped into your head. Scooting closer to him, you settled into his side and covered both of you with the blanket. Luke glanced down at you, freezing at your contact before relaxing and pulling you closer. He tried to focus on the movie again, but he couldn’t stop looking at you. The side of your face was illuminated with TV light and every few seconds he saw the hint of a smile on your face as something funny happens on screen. Realizing he was smiling himself at the sight of you, he put his eyes on the screen and refused to look away, not even when he felt you fall asleep on him.

You woke up hours later to warmth underneath you, an arm around your waist pulling you close as your eyes widened. Carefully, you turned your head to see Luke asleep with his head resting on the couch. He looked comfy and he felt soft and you couldn’t help but admit that the sight caused your heart to flutter. You hated yourself for it, but you shifted and buried yourself in Luke’s side, falling asleep again in his comfort.

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Things seemed to escalate from that night Luke accidentally spent at yours. You began to rely on him more, spending most of your nights now watching movies and cuddling on the couch. The next morning however you’d always curse yourself out, remembering that this all started as a bet of who could fall in love and you would rather give up your music career than admit you were losing this bet. It had been a month. A month of Luke and you trying to make each other fall in love as well as convincing the public you were dating.

The public however seemed to love it. Reggie took it upon himself to post on your or Luke’s Instagram any time he caught you both being overly couple-y. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but any time he did you’d watch the videos he’d post over and over again, thinking what if it was real.

You didn’t know Luke was going through the same dilemma. After the night you fell asleep on him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and he didn’t want to admit it either, but he was starting to think he might actually lose this bet.

The two of you were supposed to have what you considered your millionth date today at the Hollywood Ghost Club, right where it all started. Alex was playing again, as well as Julie, who you hadn’t seen in forever.

Luke and you showed up together, seeing a lot of fans taking your photos as you smiled at each other, never quite used to the attention. Sitting at the same table as the first day you were here, you sat closer to Luke, giving room for Reggie, Flynn, and Nick to join you. You all chatted like old friends, hating the fact that it had been so long since you spoke with everyone’s busy schedule. Not even noticing Luke’s arm draped over your shoulder, you were mid-conversation with Flynn as Caleb begun.

Cheers went through the crowd as the music started and you watched your friends perform. You were enjoying the show before your eyes caught sight of blue feathers moving in the audience, making you turn your head to see none other than the same girl Luke had been looking at before the bet was made. Your stomach dropped as your stare snapped back to the stage, trying not to let yourself overthink. Luke’s arm felt heavy on your shoulders as you slowly looked over to him. His eyes, however, were already on you.

The music in the club seemed to fade in your ears as Luke held your gaze. It was at that moment that Luke realized something he should’ve long ago. “I lost.” His eyes flickered down to your lips as you gasped, not expecting Luke’s declaration. Luke grew worried as you stayed silent. You licked your lips, trying to figure out what to say. He let out a shaky breath, pulling his arm off your shoulders. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said-“

“I lost too.” You cut him off before cupping his check and pressing your lips to his. Luke kissed back immediately, his eyes closing and his hands pulling you closer. You melted against him and your heart was beating fast as your free hand tangled in his hair before you pulled back.

With your eyes looking into each other’s, your cheeks heated up as the crowd started clapping at the performances end. You laughed at yourself, avoiding the smirking looks of your friends when you cheered for Alex and Julie who despite being on stage, didn’t miss your kiss.

The cheering died down as you leaned into Luke’s side, seeing Reggie look pleased with the both of you. “So I take it you both lost.” He asked, tugging on his leather jacket out of amusement.

You and Luke shared a look before he addressed Reggie. “I’m dating her.” He said and your smile returned. “I think I win.”

#Luke Patterson x Reader #Luke Patterson imagine #Luke Patterson #Julie and the Phantoms #Julie and the Phantoms imagine #Julie and the Phantoms fanfiction #Jatp x reader #Jatp imagine #Jatp #Julie and the Phantoms x reader

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Hello! I humbly but shamelessly come to request some naughty nsfw content for Caleb to quench my thist. Maybe something with Caleb cornering fem!reader during a trial in the saloon? Maybe in that room upstairs that can be only accessed by window? And when he notices how flustered she is (cause crush), he just gets a bit dom 😳 if it's not too much to ask. Thank you!

Not too much at all, I do love that little room >:) Hope you enjoy, anon! <3

[M] Cornered by Caleb

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You know the familiar breeze of Glenvale even before you're even shown that you're there. You feel it over your skin, the air that reminds you of your sinful desires and makes you crave them so much more than you can bear. The only thing you want more than to leave the Realm is to spend some time alone with the Deathslinger, carrier of the speargun you're so tempted to let hit you. But that's not how you're meant to play the game.

Caleb Quinn taunts the survivors from afar with his deep, snarky laugh, cocking his gun in the air as he searches for his first victim. Almost immediately, you hear his spear pierce a fellow survivor's chest and Caleb reeling them in closer and closer, and a sick part of you wishes it were you who was at his feet, being picked up and carried by him, even if it is to a hook.

Once he leaves, you rescue them and tend to their wounds before running back into the saloon, and behind you are Caleb's familiar footsteps. Your heart races purely out of nervousness, knowing he's nearby, knowing he's close on your tail. He misses his first shot as you speed away from the door, then around and up the stairs you go, and you don't think he'll suspect your next hiding place.

"C'mere, little lady!"

Surely you wouldn't be dull enough to leap into that inescapable room, the one with walls that you can't break, and your only escape the same window you entered through... he doesn't suspect as such right away, but when you're nowhere to be found anywhere else, he has no other choice but to check.

Lo and behold, there you are, crouching beside the bed in hopes that he wouldn't find you, but he isn't dull enough to rule out your hiding spot. He stands in front of the open window with a smirk and leans his gun on the inside of the wall. "What exactly did you expect comin' in here, hm?" he asks, mocking you as you turn around to face him. Truthfully, you don't know, but you'd hoped he would walk on by and look for somebody else. That's what you tell him, not that he believes you.

"What're you so flustered about?" He notices your heavy breathing and the hint of pink on your face that isn't normally there. You lick your lips, unprepared for him to speak to you, and all you can do is look at his hands that sit on his belt. "Talkative girl, aren't 'cha?" he laughs and steps in over the window, bringing his speargun inside and sitting it in the corner.

You're too nervous to move when he comes closer to you, even closer than you'd ever thought he would. His hand sliding up your torso sends shivers along your back, and he can tell how much you wanted this by the way you close your eyes and let him touch you all over. He laughs that sinister laugh of his, only it's in pleased anticipation for what's to come. "Why don't you take this off for me?" he suggests, starting to lift your shirt from the bottom.

You nod and slide your shirt up, sitting it on the bed before taking your bra off unprompted as well. "Good girl... I didn't even have to ask," he says, cupping your breasts and squeezing them, his thumbs sliding over your nipples. He leans down and takes one side into his mouth, teasing your bud with his tongue as a hand slides down to the hem of your shorts, then even further down between your legs. A moan sounds behind your bitten lip, and Caleb laughs again.

He pushes aside the soft fabric of your shorts and your underwear, eager to get to you for himself and feel how wet you are already. His fingers prod around a bit, finding the place that weakens your knees before rubbing at it harder. His roughened hands between your folds is more arousing than you knew it would be, and you love that he's finally touching you.

"Someone's got a potty mouth," Caleb says, one hand still on your chest as he brings his face up to yours, teasing your lips with a gentle breath and keeping his hand still between your legs. "Better wash it out." Immediately, your hands go to unbuckle his belt, and he's amused that you're so eager to level your face with the hard-on you remove from his trousers.

He praises you some more as you stroke along his member, and he holds your face steady when you put your lips around it, wasting no time to take him into your mouth and keep yourself from saying anything bad. His hand moves up to grab a fist full of your hair, and you suck on him harder and faster when he does. You're still dripping through your shorts when he pulls you off and looks down at you with a smirk. "Now, I'm sure you want this elsewhere, is that right?"

Another eager nod from you, and Caleb slowly pushes you down on the bed, taking your shorts off entirely and leaning down to lap at your wetness, getting a taste of you before teasing you with his length. He rubs you with the tip, your legs spread open for him with the breeze blowing through the open window, and suddenly it occurs to you that anybody could find the two of you here; anybody could see what you were letting him do to you.

In a swift movement, you close your legs, and your eyes dart to the window. Caleb looks over, and you can tell that he's afraid of that just as much as you are, so before doing anything else, he takes off his coat and hangs it like a curtain. The room is darker, but you'll be hidden from the others at least a little bit. Caleb's fingers find your lips again and rubs them, and soon you feel a finger slip inside of you.

You watch the motions of his hand as he moves one of your legs away, spreading them apart again so he can keep rubbing you while positioning himself over you, his member teasing your entrance still before he slides himself fully inside of you. You curse again between pleasured moans, which prompts him to buck his hips harder as a sort of punishment—he knows you like it, though, so he just chuckles. "You like bein' a bad girl, huh?"

You laugh with him and let him touch you wherever he wants, his hands along your torso and cupping your breasts as he starts to roughen up his thrusts, and is eventually pounding you into the bed with no regard for the state of the trial. His focus is entirely on you and your body: the sound of your breath, the way your breasts move on your chest with his movements, and every time you squeeze yourself around him just begging for more.

Eventually, you're pushing yourself onto him just as much as he's pushing into you, and you reach multiple climaxes in succession that you didn't know you were holding onto. Caleb is just as surprised, but he's not displeased at all by the mess you're leaving behind for him, like a reminder that you're his now, and that he'd love to have you in this little room again.

He watches you finish one last time, rubbing yourself while he dresses up again. He leaves you with a kiss on the cheek and one final rub between your legs, licking his finger clean before tossing you your clothes. "You come here anytime, darlin'. You're good company."

With that, he lets you get dressed, and then he kicks down the wall so you can both leave comfortably. The other survivors are already by the exit gate, and Caleb doesn't have the energy to punish them all for staying behind. He'd keep you for himself even longer if he could, but he knows the Entity has Her limits with those things. He can't get too greedy yet.

#nsfwsf #sffic #anon #req #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight fanfic #dbd deathslinger #caleb quinn #dbd smut #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #smut

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