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All Access, Chapter 2

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Pairing: 70s rockstar! frankie morales x f! reader

Rating: 18+ (explicit, minors do not interact)

Word Count: 7.4K

Summary: You're officially on the road with Triple Frontier and you try to adapt to a boys club. After Benny makes a misogynistic comment, you lean into the arms of Frankie and things quickly get hot and heavy.

Content: 70s au, drug use, heavy partying, triple frontier as rockstars, vietnam war discussion, misogyny, explicit smut, fingering, p in v sex

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There's a giant doin' cartwheels, a statue wearin' high heels

Look at all the happy creatures dancin' on the lawn

Dinosaur Victrola, listenin' to Buck Owens

Doot, doot, doo, lookin' out my back door

Benny was currently orchestrating a sing-along with everyone on the bus, the radio blasting CCR as you drove past green pastures. Benny loved sing-alongs.

They all loved sing-alongs. That was the first thing you’d noticed when you boarded the tour bus with the guys.

Your roommate had dropped you off, surveying the scene like a mom watching her kid on the first day of school. She asked if you were sure you wanted to do this. So many people had asked this question over the last week, why the hell would you ever say no?

You knew deep down that they had a point. The music industry was a beast with teeth, and being the lone woman on a bus full of rock stars wasn't exactly a walk in the park. You didn't have a lot of experience with men, let alone with famous ones, but there was something about the opportunity to tell their story–their real story–that compelled you. You had a feeling in your gut that this was the path for you, the path to your future.

The guys had also welcomed you with open arms, between the maelstrom of stale cigarette smoke and the musky scent of leather jackets and guitar cases they had given you your own space in the form of a bunk bed.

In the brief time you’ve been on the bus with them, you’ve been able to take out your journal and pen, and jot down observations and thoughts. Every so often, your gaze drifted over to the boys, studying their mannerisms, and the way they interacted with each other.

Santiago was the charmer, flirting with anyone and everyone, including you. His confidence was palpable, but you had a feeling there was more to him than just his cockiness.

Benny was the jokester, always cracking a smile or a bad pun, lightening the mood when it got tense. His playful nature was endearing, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to his warm personality.

Will was the stoic one, never letting his emotions show. You sensed a deeper layer of pain beneath his gruff exterior, and you were determined to uncover what it was.

Frankie, with his soulful eyes and kind smile, was a mystery. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, a bond that you couldn't explain. You wanted to know more about him, but you knew he was a man of few words.

With your observations jotted down in your journal, you leaned back in your seat, listening to the low rumble of the bus and watching the landscape pass by.

"Mind if I sit here?" Santiago's voice cut through your thoughts, his voice smooth and inviting.

"Of course," you replied, flashing him a quick smile as you shuffled your belongings to make room. He slid into the seat beside you, his presence immediately commanding, like a spotlight finding its mark on a dimly lit stage.

"Getting some good material for your story?" he asked, nodding towards your journal.

"Always," you said with a small smile, feeling the weight of the assignment on your shoulders. "Got to capture the essence while it's fresh."

Santiago chuckled, a low and raspy sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Well, you're in the right place. This tour is gonna be a wild ride."

"If it's like the other night at the Chateau, I can't even imagine."

He grinned, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Oh, sweetheart, that was just the beginning. You ain't seen nothing yet."

"Fillmore West," you murmured the venue you were on your way to, sketching out the bare bones of the article in your head. The name alone carried weight, history—a legacy of acts that had stood where Triple Frontier would soon take the stage.

"Big shoes to fill," you whispered, more to the passing trees than to anyone on the bus.

"Biggest," Santiago agreed. "But we'll fill 'em."

"Confident," you noted, unable to suppress a smile.

"Realistic," he countered, a spark of humor lighting up his features for a fleeting moment.

"Well, you've certainly got the attitude," you teased.

Santiago shrugged before leaning back in his seat, his long legs sprawled out before him. "I'd prefer to call it passion."

You cocked an eyebrow, "Is that so?"

"Sure," he said, his gaze meeting yours. "When you love something–when it's your whole fucking life–you gotta give it your all, you know? You gotta go balls to the wall, all in. Anything less isn't worth it."

"Interesting," you said, intrigued by his perspective. "So what about the fans, then? Is it the same for them?"

Santiago thought for a moment, his eyes fixed on the passing scenery. "Yeah, I guess so. They're as invested as we are: they show up, scream their lungs out, and buy our records. They're part of the machine, just like us."

"The machine, huh? Do you think it's fair to say that the music industry is a machine? That everyone is just a cog in the wheel, working to keep it running?"

Santiago shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips, "Fuck no. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there. If you want to survive, you gotta be willing to fight for what you believe in. You gotta be hungry, and you gotta be ruthless."

"Ruthless, huh? And that's how you got where you are now?"

"It's how I've survived this long."

You nodded, processing his words.

Santiago leaned in to whisper to you, tapping a rhythm against his thigh. "Speaking of passion, Frankie couldn't stop talking about how passionate you were about your work. ‘Said it was refreshing to see someone so dedicated."

Your heart stumbled over a beat, the mention of Frankie sending a curious warmth radiating through your chest. You turned to Santiago, trying to gauge the sincerity in his words. "He said that?"

"Yep." Santiago gave a nonchalant shrug, but his eyes twinkled with mischief. "Frankie doesn't give out compliments easily. You must've made quite the impression."

An unfamiliar fluttering sensation took residence in your stomach, a mixture of nerves and something elusively akin to excitement. You tucked the feeling away, instead focusing on the story unfolding before you. "Well, impressions are part of the job, aren't they?"

"Sure, but not everyone leaves a lasting one." He watched you for a moment, a knowing look etched onto his face.

"Let's hope I can live up to it then," you quipped, eager to steer the conversation back to safer territory.

"Something tells me you will," Santiago replied. Picking up on your nervousness, he changed the topic. "Just remember, this is a two-way street. We're giving you a glimpse behind the curtain, so you gotta share a bit of yourself, too."

You considered his words, surprised at his openness. "Fair enough. I'll do my best."

He sauntered back to his bandmates, leaving you with a notebook full of scribbles and a mind swirling with possibilities.

Frankie thought you were special.

The idea sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cool breeze sneaking in through the cracks of the bus.

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The clang of silverware and the chatter of patrons swirled around as you and the band stepped into a modest roadside cafe, the scent of fresh coffee and griddle pancakes saturating the air.

You grabbed a menu, your eyes scanning over the array of sandwiches and salads. "What's good here?" You asked, more to yourself than anyone else.

"Try the turkey club," Frankie suggested, his voice unexpectedly close. "It's pretty solid."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the sudden attention. Your eyes met for an instant—his brown gaze steady, a quiet intensity within their depths that seemed to see right through you. You quickly looked down at the laminated menu, pretending to be engrossed in the sandwich section.

"Ever tried writing about food?" he asked, his tone light, teasing almost.

“Can't say I have," you replied, smiling despite the awkward fluttering in your chest. "My editor would probably have a heart attack if I pitched him a piece on the culinary prowess of roadside diners."

"Shame," Frankie said, chuckling softly. "You might be onto something."

"Maybe in another life," you mused, still avoiding his gaze. You could sense his amusement, and it was oddly comforting. You risked a glance at him, finding his smile genuine, devoid of the usual rock star pretense.

"Turkey club it is then," you declared, setting the menu aside just as Tom approached the two of you before getting sat down by a host. He gestured to you.

"Hey, can I grab you for a sec?" Tom's voice carried the weight of unspoken urgency.

"Sorry to pull you away," Tom began, leading you towards a corner of the café, away from the buzz of lunchtime chatter. His brow was furrowed, the lines etched deeply. "About that conversation you overheard the other night—it wasn't what it seemed."

"Okay," you said as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your senses heightened to the undercurrent of seriousness in his demeanor, "but managing another band? That's pretty significant, Tom."

"Look," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck—a gesture you'd come to recognize as Tom grappling with the complexities of his role. "I am fully committed to Triple Frontier–those are my brothers–but this industry... It's relentless. You've got to keep your options open, ‘doesn't mean I'm abandoning ship."

"I get it," you said, not sure if you truly did but were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Just trying to stay ahead of the curve, right?"

"Exactly." Tom's lips twitched into a semblance of a smile. "I appreciate your understanding. Now, go enjoy your lunch. And don't forget to try that turkey club."

"Will do," you replied, your mind already spinning.

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You had barely finished your first bite of the turkey club when the guys started telling you stories about Vietnam.

"I swear, these fucking rats would've been the death of me," Benny said, shaking his head. "We're talking like the size of a cat or a small dog. Some of 'em were big enough to carry a baby in their mouth."

"That's heavy," you said, fascinated. "So what would you do when you saw them?"

"I'd either try to kick it or shoot at it, sometimes both."

"You didn't do shit," Frankie interjected. "Remember the time that big rat came scurrying across the tent and you jumped up on a crate, screaming like a little girl?"

Benny glared at Frankie, his eyes narrowed. "Fuck you, Morales. I was not scared, just wasn’t in the mood to deal with some mangy rat."

"That was the only thing that scared you the entire time we were over there, hermano." Santiago added.

"You're both full of shit," Benny said, rolling his eyes.

"Are they?" Will asked, "Because I remember when mom asked us to help clean up the garage and a mouse was hiding behind one of the boxes. You screamed like a banshee and ran out of the house, ‘wouldn't go back in until dad caught it."

"Fuck you, too," Benny shot back.

"Language," Santiago said, smirking.

"Oh, shut up," Benny grumbled.

"Don't get mad at me," Santiago replied, his expression feigning innocence. "I wasn't the one who got scared by a rat."

It was clear that more than anything; the guys shared a brotherhood between them. An unbreakable bond.

"You're all terrible," you joked, unable to contain a smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Benny waved his hand dismissively. "But we're also the guys who will protect you from the rats, so you're welcome."

"How valiant," you replied, earning a few snickers. "Between all the rats and Benny's screaming, how did you guys have time to decide you wanted to make music?"

"Oh, that was a no-brainer," Tom piped up, leaning back in his chair. "These guys would play and sing every chance they got. ‘Didn't matter if it was the middle of the night or the ass-crack of dawn, they were always making music."

"We could hear them in the next barracks," Frankie added, his voice softer than the others, his gaze fixed on the table. "Santi and Will would have their guitars out, and they'd just start playing."

"And Benny would be singing along," Santiago added, "Or dancing. Or doing some weird combination of the two."

Benny shrugged, his grin lopsided. "Gotta keep things interesting."

You nodded, taking notes as the conversation flowed, their stories illuminating the early days of Triple Frontier. You could picture them on a rickety wooden stage, surrounded by sweaty bodies and cigarette smoke, their music carrying them into the night.

As the meal wrapped up, you felt a twinge of guilt, knowing that you'd have to eventually write about their military experience, something they clearly were not proud of.

"Guys, I'm going to have to ask a difficult question," you began, swallowing thickly. "But it's necessary for the article."

"I think we know what you're gonna ask," Santiago said, his tone guarded. "And we don't have any regrets about joining the military. It was a hard time for everyone, but we did our best. We served our country."

"I know, and I respect that," you replied, "But you're also a rock band now, and people are interested in what drove you to that point, how you got out."

The silence hung heavy, no one willing to break the tension. Finally, Benny spoke up, his voice uncharacteristically somber.

"It's like I said earlier, we were all looking for an escape. We needed something to believe in, something to help us make sense of everything. Music was that thing for us."

"It became our purpose, our mission," Will continued, his words deliberate. "We knew we had something special, and we weren't going to let anything stand in the way of that. When Nixon sent us home in '70, we decided to pursue our dream, no matter what."

"So, to answer your question," Santiago concluded, "We joined the military because we were desperate, and we got out because we were hungry. Nothing more, nothing less."

"I understand," you nodded, grateful for their honesty. "And thank you for trusting me with your story."

"You're welcome," Frankie said, his voice quiet but his eyes warm.

"Now, let's go rock this show," Benny declared, his energy returning as he jumped out of his seat. "We've got a lot to celebrate."

You nodded, tucking your notebook away. As the group filed out of the café, you couldn't help but linger a moment longer, a strange feeling tugging at your heart.

You glanced back, catching Frankie's gaze, his eyes searching yours. A silent understanding passed between you, a mutual respect and appreciation for the fragility of the moment. You smiled softly, nodding in his direction before heading off to join the others.

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The road to the venue in San Francisco was a blur of green and gray, the hum of the tour bus's engine playing a monotonous backdrop to your thoughts. You were lost in the loop of the group's words at the cafe earlier when Tom's voice cut through, sharp and sudden.

"Alright, you ready for the real rockstar treatment?" Tom asked, eyeing you from across the narrow aisle. His brow was furrowed, a crease of concern marking his usual stoic expression.

"Sure," you laughed, trying to infuse some bravado into my voice. "How bad can it be?"

"Bad? No, not bad. Just... intense." He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing some sacred secret of the trade. "When we open these doors, there's a sea of fans out there. They'll swarm the bus before we even hit the pavement."

"Fans?" You echoed dumbly, clutching your notepad like a shield.

"Like bees to honey," he added, his eyes scanning your face for understanding. "Just stick close to us, okay?"

"Got it." The words tumbled out easier than you felt. The pen in your hand suddenly seemed like a flimsy shield against the onslaught of adoration awaiting the band.

The bus slowed to a halt, and through the tinted windows, you could see a swarm of people pressed against the metal fencing, their faces flushed with excitement. A sea of faces along with a racket of shrieks and chants, banners and signs hoisted high—all for the five guys you'd shared sandwiches with not even two hours ago.

"Here we go." Benny clapped his hands together, grinning ear to ear. "Showtime, boys—and lady."

The door hissed open, and the sound hit you like a physical wave. You instinctively clutched at your bag, holding it close.

Tom went first, striding out to make sure the path was clear. Santiago followed, loose and relaxed. The rest of the band fanned out behind him, their signature swagger dialed up to an eleven. You trailed a few steps behind, feeling like an awkward sixth wheel.

Hands reached out, grasping at any piece of the band they could touch. A security team formed a protective barrier, pushing back the throng as the group made their way towards the stage entrance.

The crowd's chants grew louder, a steady rhythm of "Triple Front-ier! Triple Front-ier!"

It was a strange mix of emotions: awe and intimidation, wonder and apprehension. You felt small, insignificant. But at the same time, a tiny spark of pride flickered within you. It was an honor to be part of that experience.

Someone jostled you from the side, a fan slipping past security to try and touch one of the guys. Off balance, you stumbled, your heart leaping to your throat, instincts screaming that you'd be swallowed whole by this crowd and your rock and roll dreams would be over.

"Hey—watch it!" A familiar voice rose above the chaos, strong and steady.

Frankie.

Before you could fall, his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against the solidity of his chest. He was warm and real amidst the surreal whirlwind of bodies and noise.

"Gotcha," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, giving you a feeling in your core that made you feel even more unstable.

His grip on you tightened, his palm splayed across your stomach. Your own fingers curled around his wrist, the pulse there fluttering under the pad of your thumb.

You reached the safety of the entrance into the Fillmore West, and he let go, the loss of contact almost physically painful.

"You alright?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks. "Thank you. I mean, for catching me. You know."

"No problem," he replied, the corner of his lips quirked up. "Just stay close next time, okay?"

You nodded, trailing behind him as he joined the rest of the group, the adrenaline of the moment still coursing through your veins.

Before you could fully process what had just happened, Tom boomed. "Alright, boys—we're behind schedule. You're on in five - let's get this show on the road!"

The group scattered, each of them heading in a different direction. Frankie cast a glance over his shoulder, his gaze lingering for a moment on you before he turned away, following Tom near the stage.

You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. This was your job, after all. You needed to keep your wits about you.

The boys all made their way close to the stage, huddled in a circle as Tom gave them a pep talk. You could tell that the group was amped up, and they were ready to go. They had an energy about them that was contagious, and you could feel the excitement building as the crowd started cheering louder and louder.

Suddenly you heard Santiago's voice over the group, "Stop, hey, what's that sound?"

"Everybody look what's going down!" The boys echoed.

The group then broke apart, and you could see them all getting ready to perform. Benny ran to the stage first to a sea of applause. Tom hovered back, talking with a lighting crew member and giving a thumbs-up to the sound technician.

Santiago grabbed his guitar, checking the tuning as Will and Frankie tuned their bass and guitar. Benny was already behind the drum set, tapping the sticks on the drums.

The crowd was now going wild, and the band seemed ready. Frankie headed out first, then Will, then Santiago.

"What a day, what a crowd," Santiago said, his voice low and gruff into the microphone. "We've come a long way, baby. Thank you."

You watched as the band played the intro to their hit song, "Santa Maria." The crowd went nuts, and you could feel the electricity in the air.

As the song played, the band started getting more and more into it, their energy feeding off the crowd. Santiago and Benny were bouncing around the stage, while Will and Frankie stayed more rooted in place.

You watched as Frankie moved to the center of the stage, his fingers expertly dancing across the fretboard of his bass. He was the epitome of cool and collected, despite the sweat dripping down his forehead, the same broad hands that splayed across your waist earlier playing the guitar with ease.

Your pen couldn't go across the paper fast enough, trying to capture the essence of the concert—the sweat that glistened on Santiago's brow as he sang every lyric, the bass reverberating through Frankie's body as if he were the instrument himself, Will's fingers deftly plucking the strings of his guitar, his hair fluttering wildly around him, Benny's eyes locked on the audience as he slammed the drums, his arms flying furiously.

After an hour and a half, the group played their final encore, bringing the crowd to their feet. Santiago and Will stood back to back, singing the last notes of the song, the rest of the band playing the final chords.

The crowd cheered, the deafening noise drowning out everything else. You watched as the guys made their way off the stage, exhaustion etched on their faces.

You caught Frankie's gaze as he passed by, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment. He smiled, a lazy, lopsided smile that sent a jolt through your body.

As the boys made their way backstage, they were greeted by a mob of adoring fans. Benny and Santiago were surrounded by a group of girls, their shrill voices echoing through the hallways.

You lingered in the shadows, watching the scene unfold. It was a strange feeling, witnessing the band's transformation from the quiet guys you'd shared sandwiches with just hours ago to these larger-than-life rock stars.

The guys seemed to be used to it, their easygoing nature never faltering. They signed autographs and posed for pictures, their smiles genuine.

But as the crowd dispersed, you saw a rare glimpse of the band's true selves.

"Triple Frontier's not just a band," You penned in a rare moment of stillness. "They're a phenomenon, a revolution. And I'm right here, in the eye of the hurricane."

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"Drinks on me, folks," Tom declared, his voice hoarse yet triumphant as he claimed a spot at the bar for the band, crew, and you. The band had decided they wanted to celebrate a good show with some drinks.

"Make that a bourbon, neat," You chimed in, slipping onto a stool beside Tom. Your adrenaline still coursed, mingling with anticipation and fatigue.

"Hard day at the office?" Tom joked, his gaze scanning the group to ensure everyone was accounted for and content.

"Something like that," You said, your eyes scanning the room for Frankie. He was somewhere amid the tangle of bodies and laughter, but maddeningly out of reach. You wanted to thank him for earlier.

The bartender slid a glass in front of you, the amber liquid beckoning.

"Bottoms up," Tom said, raising his own drink in a toast. "Here's to the end of a helluva first show on tour with us."

The whiskey was smooth, burning a warm trail down your throat. The buzz was instant, settling into your bones and loosening the knots that had been tying you up since you'd first stepped foot on the bus.

The conversation flowed freely, and you finally got to get acquainted with the roadies, a diverse group of people with varying stories of their own. It was nice, you thought, to be part of a community.

It had been a long time since you'd felt so at ease with a group of people, so included and welcomed. Your job, despite being the closest thing to a rockstar's life you'd ever experienced, had left you somewhat isolated.

And then there was Frankie, his eyes meeting yours across the room as if drawn by some magnetic force. But before your liquid courage could act upon it, Benny came up to you, his voice slurred but his eyes still clear with a mischievous glint.

"The newest girl on the bus, huh?" He said, leaning in close to your ear. His breath was warm and heavy, the smell of beer and cigarettes mixing with the warmth of his skin.

You narrowed your eyes at him, sensing the questionable compliment coming.

"Yeah, Ben," you replied, trying to keep things friendly but also cautious of his intentions.

"Well, you know what they say," he continued, a smirk playing on his lips, "behind every successful man, there's a woman holding down the fort."

You rolled your eyes, trying to laugh it off as you glanced around the bar, looking not only for Frankie amid the crowd this time but for someone to get you out of this.

"Benny, I don't need a man to be successful," you said, feeling a hint of irritation in your tone. "I can be successful on my own, thank you very much."

Benny let out a low chuckle, not treating your words as a serious rebuttal.

"Well, sure, honey, you can be successful without a man," he said, still smirking. "But let's be honest, it's not going to be as easy as if you had one to support you. I mean, think about it. Who's going to iron your clothes, cook your meals, and keep the house tidy when you're out there touring?"

"Benny..." Will had heard part of the conversation, and his face scrunched up in disapproval. "Lay off, man."

But Benny was relentless, "I'm just saying, sweetheart, it's a stark reality. A strong woman like you, you're gonna face a whole lot of challenges out there in the world, and it would sure be a lot easier with a good man on your side. Just remember, a good woman is hard to find these days. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to find one of the roadies to show you the ropes."

You felt the heat of embarrassment rising in your cheeks as you excused yourself from the conversation telling Tom briskly, "I think I'm gonna head back to the hotel, not feeling too well."

You stepped out of the bar, feeling the cool night air on your skin. You knew Benny was a good guy, you had seen it in the countless acts of kindness he showed the crew, but his words stung more than you had anticipated.

You'll never forget the first time someone made you feel invisible because of your gender. It was a sobering reminder that, despite your success, the industry was still a man's world. You were a woman, and women had no place in the rock 'n roll world, especially not as a journalist. You were a novelty, a rarity, an outlier. A pair of tits.

It was a painful realization, and one you had to learn to accept if you were going to make a name for yourself. You were more than just some bozo’s personal maid. You were a sharp mind, a skilled writer, and a tenacious spirit. And you were going to prove every jackass who thought that way including Benny wrong.

"Fuck 'em," you murmured, the alcohol making you bolder as you went into the payphone booth to call a taxi.

You didn't need anyone's approval or permission to do your job, and you damn well knew it.

You dialed the number for the taxi service and they promised a cab within the next 15 minutes. You sighed and leaned against the cool glass of the phone booth, trying to clear your mind. "Hey" a deep voice pulled you out of your thoughts. There was Frankie, leaning against the booth door, his expression unreadable.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah," you replied, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, I get it," Frankie cut you off, "I saw what happened back there and Will told us that Benny was being an asshole. I'm really sorry about that. He's usually a decent guy, but when he drinks..."

"It's alright. He's not the first asshole I've had to deal with and he won't be the last." You tried to sound more nonchalant than you felt.

Frankie carefully looked at you, you cursed yourself for feeling so exposed in his gaze. “Do you have a ride back to the hotel?”

You nodded, "Yeah, the taxi will be here soon. I should probably go wait for it, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Frankie said, "If you want some company, I can go back with you. I'm not really in the mood to be around a bunch of drunk assholes, myself."

The offer caught you off guard, but the idea of having Frankie as company seemed comforting. "That would be...nice, actually."

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You nursed a whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass as you swirled it absentmindedly. The bar at the hotel was dimly lit, casting long shadows over the bottles that lined the shelves and reflected in the mirror behind them. Frankie slid onto the stool beside you, coming back from the bathroom.

"Another round?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"Let’s do it." You smiled, the corners of your eyes crinkling. Frankie matched your smile and ordered for the both of you. You liked that he knew what you wanted without needing to ask. He sighed, the tension easing from his broad shoulders as he leaned back, resting his elbows on the bar.

"So," he continued, turning towards you, "how's the article coming along?"

"Slowly but surely," you replied, your eyes tracing the edge of your glass. "I feel like I'm still getting used to all of this."

"Honestly?" He looks thoughtful as he takes his hat off and cards through his dark curls. "It's kind of hard for us, too."

You raise your eyebrows at him, curious.

"Yeah," he continues, "I mean, it's been a lot to adjust to. And it's not just the crazy schedule and the traveling, the fans. Trying to fit my daughter into all of this. It's the media and the pressure and all the expectations. It's a lot to take in."

"I bet," you agree, nodding slowly. "But I can see how it would be pretty exciting, too.”

Frankie hums in agreement, "It is. It's just a lot. It's like, this is something we never thought was actually possible and now that it's happening, I don't know, I just never really expected it to be like this."

"Like what?"

He shrugs, "I don't know. So big. So fast. I guess I just always thought we'd have more time to enjoy it, you know? Before it all gets so crazy."

You give him a small smile, "I get that. But nights like tonight, where the whole bar wants to buy you a drink, should be easy to enjoy."

"Yeah," he agrees, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "you're right. Unless your drunk bandmate decides to bother the sweet Rolling Stone reporter to where she wants to leave the party."

You feel the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck, "It wasn't really that bad, I just..."

"You don't have to explain," he interrupts, his voice gentle. "Just because this is your job doesn't mean people can talk to you like that."

You take a sip of your newly placed drink, feeling the burn of the whiskey as it spreads warmth through your body.

"I know," you agree, "but I'm used to it. The industry is a man's world and women, especially journalists, are seen as outsiders. It's just part of the job, I guess."

Frankie lets out a low whistle, "It sounds like a lot of bullshit, honestly. But hey, if you're tough enough to handle all of that, you're tough enough to handle whatever comes your way."

You smile at him, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Frankie. I really appreciate it."

He nods, "Of course. Like I said, if you ever need anything, just know I've got your back."

You take another sip of your drink, feeling the tension of the night begin to fade. The liquor was doing a great job of releasing any inhibitions or shyness you had with Frankie. The two of you talked and laughed about everything.

There was something comforting about his steady presence, his warm laughter resonating with your own. As the night wore on, the bar began to empty out, the loud chatter and clinking glasses giving way to the soft hum of a late-night radio. "My Love" by Paul McCartney & Wings filled the air.

"God, I love this song." You said, leaning against him. “This might be controversial but McCartney is way better than Lennon."

"Lennon has passion, though. He's a rebel," Frankie countered, a smile on his lips.

"I have to say, though, radio never does a song justice," you mused. "You lose the depth—the soul of the vinyl."

"Couldn't agree more." Frankie looked down at you, his eyes softening.

Those damn brown eyes.

"Then maybe..." Frankie began, hesitation making his voice just a bit uneven, but before he could finish his thought, the bartender made an announcement- "Last call!”

You both glanced at your watches, realizing how late it was. Where had the time gone?

“Guess we lost track of time,” you said, a little surprised.

Frankie rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Yeah," he agreed. “I guess we did.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts and feelings that neither of you were quite ready to articulate.

"Hey," You perked up. "I brought my Red Rose Speedway vinyl."

He stood up and offered you his hand, "How about we get out of here and give it a proper listen?"

You hesitated for a second before taking it. His hand was warm, fingers firm against your own, and you felt the uninvited familiarity of those damn butterflies.

"I think I'd love that," you answered with a small smile that reflected in his eyes.

You hesitated for a second before taking it. His hand was warm, fingers firm against your own, and you felt the uninvited familiarity of those damn butterflies.

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You couldn’t believe he was on your hotel room couch.

His large body sprawled out on the floral pattern, elbow resting on the armrest and head propped up by his hand as he watched you rummage through your luggage. The dull light from the lone lamp in the corner of the room cast long shadows across his features, accentuating his strong jawline and nose.

"Got it," you exclaimed, triumphantly holding up the vinyl.

He looked over at you with eager eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

You placed the small record player on the table next to the couch, carefully placing the record on the turntable and lowering the needle. The crackle of anticipation filled the room as the music began to play. You sat down on the couch next to Frankie, his presence a warm and reassuring closeness in the low-lit room. The opening notes of "Big Barn Bed" flooded into the room.

"I can try to skip it to 'My Love' if you want me to." You suggested.

"No, I like it. I like it a lot," he replied, his eyes fixed on you.

The two of you sat in silence as the song played, the air between you thick with tension. As the last notes of the song faded away, you turned to look at Frankie, your eyes meeting his.

"What do you think?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze remained steady on your face, the corners of his mouth twitching into a soft smile. "I think," he began, his voice matching yours in its whisper-soft delivery, "I think I needed this...a little bit of music, a little bit of normality. And you."

"I needed this too," you admitted softly.

His hand found yours on the couch, fingers entwining with a comforting familiarity. The intimacy of the moment sent a swell of warmth through your body.

Frankie's gaze never left yours as he leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours for permission. You found yourself holding your breath, your heart pounding against your chest as he closed the distance between you.

His lips met yours in a soft, slow kiss that made your head spin.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your lips, pulling back slightly to study your expression.

"Yes," you wrapped your hands around his neck. "It's more than okay."

Your lips met again, deepening the kiss and asking for more. He tasted like smokey liquor and cigarettes

His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, your bodies molding together on that floral pattern couch.

You moved to straddle him on the couch, the flowing skirt from your mini-dress bunching up around your waist as you moved.

Frankie's hands came to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles through the thin fabric of your dress. Looking into your eyes for permission, he started to slowly lift the hem, his touch on your bare skin.

Your hands drifted to his hair, tangling your fingers in the dark curls and removing his hat. There was an urgency in his movements now, a raw need that echoed your own.

His lips, hot and insistent, traced a path down your neck and you began to move against him, riding out the want building within you.

Without hesitation, he lifted you from the couch and carried you to the spacious bed on the other side of the room. He laid you down gently and you lifted your arms, allowing him to carefully pull the dress over your head and toss it aside. His eyes raked over your bare body, your breasts exposed to his intense gaze.

"Took my damn breath away," he murmured. He removed his clothes except for his underwear, exposing his tanned chest and soft belly.

Then, with a gentle push, he allowed himself to be pulled down onto the bed next to you, both of you inhaling sharply as skin met skin. His hand traced a gentle path from your shoulder down to your waist, ending his trail between your legs.

His thumb found your swollen clit, gently circling it. Your hips bucked in response, a soft moan escaping your lips. His fingers slipped lower, sliding into you with ease. His eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time, drinking in every reaction, every shudder of pleasure that coursed through you.

Your hand found his hard length, trapped in the fabric of his underwear. Without a pause, you slipped your hand within the elastic band and drew him out.

A low, guttural moan came out of him as you stroked his thick cock, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

"You're gonna kill me," he growled, his hips thrusting involuntarily into your touch.

He shallowly thrust his thick fingers inside you, matching the rhythm of your hand on him. Your soft moans filled the room, mingling with the faint strains of the next song on the vinyl.

When you came, his mouth found yours again, swallowing your gasps and moans as he helped you come down. His thumb was still gently circling your clit.

He removed his fingers from you and gripped your wrist, gently but firmly. His eyes searched yours, a silent question written on his features. You nodded, understanding his need.

Your bodies shifted on the soft bed sheets, Frankie positioning himself between your legs. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against yours.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered.

"I want this." Your words were breathless, barely audible.

He slid into you slowly, filling you completely. Your fingers dug into the muscles of his back as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin.

"Oh fuck," he grunted.

The feeling of him inside you was unreal, his thick length stretching and filling you in ways that nobody had ever done before. He slowly inched himself into you until he bottomed out, and for a moment the two of you just stayed there, breathing each other in; the whiskey, the weed, the road. You both smelled the same but also so different, and you both wanted to know more.

"Fuck, baby." He breathed.

And then he began to move. His hips rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm, his cock gliding in and out of you. You matched his rhythm, wrapping your legs around his waist and urging him deeper.

You both moved together, lost in the sensation of each other's bodies. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air, mixed with the faint music still drifting in from the record player.

He lifted his head, his gaze fixed on yours as he continued his slow thrusts. His hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching your breasts and ass, exploring every inch of you.

You gripped the back of his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. His tongue traced your lips before entering your mouth, deepening the kiss.

His pace began to quicken, the friction between you building. His cock filled you completely, hitting all the right spots, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck, I'm so close." He grunted, his hands gripping your hips as he thrust deeper.

He reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit again and applying the perfect amount of pressure.

It was enough to send you over the edge. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, his name tumbling from your lips as you clung to him.

He came a few seconds later, his cock throbbing inside you and spilling his cum into you.

"Fuck." His forehead pressed against yours, his breathing ragged.

He rolled off you and lay down on the bed beside you, the both of you coming down from your high. He pulled you close, your head resting on his chest.

The record was still spinning, the soft crackle of the vinyl the only sound in the room.

"Holy shit." You murmured, trailing your fingers along his chest.

He nodded, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Holy shit."

You both laughed, the tension in the air broken by mutual satisfaction, what felt like a great exhale to your tension. You rested your chin on his chest, gazing up at him.

"Thank you," you whispered, suddenly feeling shy.

"For what?" He raised an eyebrow.

"For... well, for everything. For tonight, and for just being you." You smiled at him.

He grinned, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Thank you, too. This was the best night I've had in a long time."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing briefly. "Me, too."

The two of you lay in silence for a while, content to just be close. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers idly playing with your hair.

"Frankie..." You whispered.

"Hmm?" He responded, his voice soft.

"If you're tired, you can stay..." You trailed off, suddenly unsure of yourself. Maybe this was all too forward?

He pulled you closer, planting a kiss on the top of your head. "I'd like that," he murmured, his eyes already beginning to droop closed.

You smiled, snuggling closer to him and feeling his heartbeat against your skin. The night had ended up being more than either of you expected, and it seemed the morning would be no different.

The two of you fell asleep, tangled together, as the vinyl record finally stopped spinning and the night came to a quiet end.

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fernthesilly · 24 days

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[Intro: Papyrus & Sans]

Sans! Sans! Wake up!

(What is it, dude?)

A human has fallen from the surface world

(Really? And you got a bone to pick with him?)

Ugh! No time for puns

(Ah, c'mon, that was a real rib-tickler, ay!)

Ugh! Enough!

(Alright, here we go again)

[Verse 1: Papyrus & Sans]

Welcome to the underground

How was the fall?

If you wanna look around

Give us a call

We don't see humans often

We're happy you just dropped in

I'll be so popular when I show all the monsters what I just brought in

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

Hey! Papyrus, mind your manners

Can it, Sans, no time for banter

Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric

You're just lazy and apathetic!

Call me what you want, I got thick skin

Another bad joke and I'm finished with him!

We are monsters, the awfullest kind

To mess with us takes a lot of spine

[Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

Humans betrayed us and left us burnin'

One day we'll make our way back to the surface

Through all your travels, your sins will follow

Your consequences aren't easy to swallow

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

[Interlude: Papyrus & Sans]

Really, Sans?

What?

The last line of the chorus is a pun?

Yup

You imbecile! That was very... clever

Heh. Thanks, buddy

[Verse 2: Papyrus & Sans]

You're stuck in the underground

Thanks to the fall

Good luck ever getting out

Prepare to brawl

You could show mercy to us

Or turn all of us to dust

Is your heart full of evil

Or full of love?

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

I, the great Papyrus, challenge you to try getting by us

Test the human with one of your puzzles

Brilliant, Sans, that will leave him befuddled!

I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti

Smells like the Creepypasta's ready

Stop it, Sans! I'm done with the jokin'!

Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken (ha-ha-ha!)

[Chorus: Papyrus, Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice

You're only still alive because I made a promise

You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours

You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers

Who's the real monster, now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

[Bridge: Papyrus & Sans]

Someday I'll join the Royal Guard

When I catch this child, can it be that hard?

Look, if I'm being honest

My brother ain't nothin' but harmless

I know you and all that you want

You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font

The deeper you go, the messier it gets

If I had it my way, you'd already be dead

Kidding, if you couldn't tell

I get so bored, I amuse myself (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

[Verse 3: Papyrus & Sans]

Down here in the underground

You're all alone

We wanted to tell you now

You're kinda boned

If you survive this prison

You will know nihilism

Don't mess around with monsters

They're scared of tiny children (Ha!)

[Pre-Chorus: Papyrus & Sans]

You've come far, but soon you'll stumble

When I stump you with some Junior Jumble

Not so sure you'll get him with that

Alas, I'll hit him with my Special Attack

Leave me alone!

You know I've got a knack for the trom-bone

One more pun, and I'll be done

But ain't two skulls better than one?

[Chorus: Sans, Papyrus & Sans]

We can relate to your determination

Because we monsters have our motivations

You know your story's already been told

We can play again if you sell your soul

I've got my eye on you so you just watch it

I'll find any skeletons inside your closet

Who's the real monster now you should know

You've cut this story down to the bone

what the fuck

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the-trinket-witch · 1 year

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Practically Perfect Ch. 10

(Ch 11|Ch 9|Ch 1) (YAY THE BEGINNINGS OF FISH LUVIN'S)

“Well, it’s not bad. Think I could have done better, honestly, but between everything else, kinda surprised I had enough time to study,” Albert lamented among a sea of equally exasperated students, each with their attention to the Test Score Board. “28 out of the Top 50, what did you all get?”

Ace sighed in relief, “I got a 94, where’s that put me in the ranking?”

“Same here,” Deuce said, “We gotta place somewhere pretty high up there.”

Ace, Deuce and Grim’s eyes all scanned the board; their expressions darkened as their eyes trailed further and further down the list. Ace didn't believe what he was seeing; back to the top of the list he scrolled but...his name didn't show amongst the top 50.

“B-but if I don’t make it, I’ll be in breach of contract!” Grim said.

“W-wait… ‘Contract’? Oh Grim, you didn’t…” Ace groaned.

“Judging by the look on your face, Ace, don’t tell me you also-” Deuce said.

“What? What did you three d-” Albert started, before being answered with the sight of anemones sprouting from his three friends’ heads. “What is that?! What’d you do?!”

“Grim you cheater!” Deuce yelled.

“Yeah, whatever, Deuce. You're just as guilty, 'keepin' your friends close and your anemones closer' over there!” Ace replied.

Albert stifled a chuckle at the pun, just as Jack tore through the crowd.

“Why am I not surprised all that commotion was you all? And what is that on your heads?”

Ace replied, “Wait, you didn’t sign a contract too, right? You don’t have an anemone on your head.”

“I’m completely lost, an anemone?” Al asked.

“MROW! Ah, it’s pullin’ at my head! It's gonna rip my fur off!” Grim cried as he began stumbling away, seemingly not of his own accord.

“Wait-is this what he meant by ‘absolute obedience’?” Deuce asked, his anemone seeming to reel him in as well as Ace.

Albert, Jack and Yuu could only watch the trio stumble away, exchanging abjectly confused looks.

“Is this dumb picture really worth 1000 words?” Jack asked.

“Based on what I’m seeing, it might not even need 500. Should we see where they’re getting dragged to?” Albert replied.

“You wanna drag me into this? Sounds a lot like ‘Not my Circus, Not my Tigers’.”

Yuu egged Jack on, and with a resigned sigh, the three of them trudged behind. Their trail ended in the hall of mirrors, which seemed to accumulate quite a lot more students than just the three. They could only watch as the congregation migrated their ways through the Mirror to Octavinelle’s dorm. Yuu and Albert exchanged worried but curious glances; Jack trudged on, nonplussed.

Albert and Yuu followed his lead, to be met with an unexpected change of scenery. What once was the Hall of Mirrors was replaced with a large glass dome at what seemed like the bottom of the ocean. Albert could only stare and drink in the scenery. He blinked to regain sense once he noticed his companions had already moved along. The three finally met back with the others in a rather extravagant lounge. Quiet ambiance played amongst the whispers and whines of the folks filling the space.

“How many people are there?” Jack started, “1-maybe 200?”

“There’s independent businesses running out of this college? Didn’t have anything like this in Royal Sword,” Albert whispered. A sign caught his eye, “Monstro Lounge? Wait! This is where-”

“Welcome, everyone! Quite the throng of unfortunate souls, we have here. Everyone here couldn’t make the cut of the Top 50, I’d assume, so: Welcome to The Monstro Lounge! I’ll assume you all are aware of who I am, and for those who don’t, allow me to introduce myself: I am Azul Ashengrotto. Some would know me as Dorm Leader of Octavinelle, or even just the owner of this lounge. But, as of today, you will all know me as: your new boss. You’ve made a deal, and per your contracts, since you’ve not been able to fulfill your ends and break the Top 50, you are all under my orders.”

“Hey! That's not fair! You gave us the study guide, and we were supposed to get over 90!” One voice rang out. “Right-if everyone got at least a 90, there’d be no way everybody would make it with the deck being so stacked!” Another cried.

“Come now, all you fools- gentlemen -had your reasons for asking my assistance, and Client Confidentiality dictates the details on who had made a contract with me, for what reason and the type are all privileged data. I’d like to see myself as a man of integrity, so how could I divulge such private details, like how many of you asked for a study guide, to others? You would all also find this topic extensively listed out on page 127 of your contracts. I’ve just abided by the terms,” Azul stated.

The room rumbled with questions. “What happens to my water magic?” “Give me back my signature spell!” and notably from Grim, “What happens to my fire magic that I put up as collateral?”

Azul chuckled, “"Should you have earned a spot among the school's fifty highest achievers, your power would be returned to you, and I would continue to provide you with study guides for all exams until such time as you graduate." His expression darkened with a sick glee that Al didn’t know he could make. "However, in the event that you did not earn a spot among the school's fifty highest achievers, you will act with absolute obedience to me until such time as you graduate." Tones of protest drowned out the mellow tunes from the air. “As outlined in the contract, I now control every part of your beings down to the very last hair on your heads. In other words, your powers are mine, to return or not as I please.”

The three exchanged worried looks, but Jack was quick to lash out. “Grrr, You all disgust me!”

Azul’s attention darted toward the back, and with a sigh said, “Ah, and you might be? Hmm, No anemone on your head, so I’ll assume you have no stake in this. If you don’t, I would ask that you leave; as we are having a staff meeting.”

“I do have a stake in it! I studied fairly, and had planned to outscore these guys just as fairly. And you ruined that!”

Grim cried out, “Jack, Albert, Yuu! You guys’re here to save us?”

Jack huffed, “Don’t get it wrong, you all disgust me-slimy back-room dealers and lazeabouts alike.”

“I-ya know? You’re right. You’ve given me the wake-up call I needed. If you wanna win, you gotta snatch that victory yourself! In other words...If I can snatch my contract from him by force and tear it up, it's null and void!” Grim’s words rippled through the crowd, everyone whipping up to mob the one responsible for the whole affair. No sooner did the mob surround Azul were they all thrown back by either some magical force or the thrust of the twins who had since flanked him. Ashengrotto tutted, obviously foreseeing such an outcome.

“No magic can harm these documents, no matter what kind of magic thrown at it. With those anemones on your heads, you all have no choice other than to obey, until I see fit to remove them. Now, if we’ve all had our fun,” He clapped, springing everyone with an anemone to attention, “You can all start by cleaning up the mess you’ve made. This group here can start ingredient prep. Now, off you go! Floyd, Jade, do lend a hand on instructing the new staff, please?”

The two familiar-looking individuals in similar fashion to their boss swooped in to agree, only to scamper away with their orders. Azul, now free from distraction, approached Yuu, Jack and Albert, the smile not once leaving his face.

“Ah, you must be Jack Howl. And Albert, lovely to meet again. And if I’ve heard right, you go by ‘Yuu’; while I would like to stay and banter, I have to kindly request you leave. I have some business to attend to-new hires and all-but please: feel welcome to drop by as customers whenever you’d like. If you three’ll excuse me, then…” Azul motioned the three to shoo.

The three slowly retreated, still processing what just happened. Al hadn’t had much interaction with Azul outside of meetings so he wasn’t sure whether this was the ‘real’ Azul or some type of persona.

“Damn...we’re gonna need to regroup; figure out what’s going on,” Jack muttered through gritted teeth.

Albert stopped suddenly, the other two stopping shortly after. “Wait-I think I have an idea. Give me a moment with him. I think I know a way we can at least start trying to get a leg up on the situation.. I’ll try gathering intel from ‘the inside’-you two find out what you can on the outside.”

“I don’t take orders from anyone but Leona…” Jack started, but quickly deflated, “But we don’t have anything else to go by. If you’ve got a plan already, meet up with us back at your dorm as soon as you can.”

“Thank you, I won’t come back empty-handed.”

At that, Yuu and Jack retreated, leaving Albert left in the lounge. He turned and marched towards the bar, his umbrella clasped at his side for his nerves’ stability. He gave a steadying exhale before approaching the steely-haired second-year behind the bar.

“Hmm, my apologies, I must not have made myself clear. Regardless of Dorm Head, vice or otherwise, if you aren’t here as clientele, I have to insist you leave to allow space for paying customers,” Azul hissed.

“And apologies from me, for the behavior of my compatriots. Please understand: Jack is a bit of a… ‘ruff’ personality, and I hope he hadn’t cause offense,” Albert started, “I was actually, quite honestly, on my way to this lounge, as you’d offered a while ago, before meeting up with the other two. I had heard, as well recently, you were in need of staff for this, might I say, rather extravagant experience you’ve built here. With your new ‘influx’ of faculty, I feel I may have missed out on being part of such an experience,” Albert feigned a sigh. “I had a mind to offer services-back of house-before convening with Yuu and Jack. Being Dorm Leader is definitely a fantastic item for anyone’s resume. but as someone trying to round out their skillset to be as esteemed a personal assistant that an Eastwind could be, this seemed like an ample foothold, but I feel in this case I may have just missed the boat…”

Azul paused for a moment in polishing a glass. A smirk began to creep along his face at Albert’s words. “One dorm head serving another? Interesting proposition. You mention being an Eastwind, quite a prestigious name heading a company of assistants and secretaries many clamor to have within their service. You seem to have learned quite well how far flattery can bring you. I’d like to think of myself as a generous man, so, permit me to re-acquaintance myself on a better foot. I believe I am still in the market for, let’s say, a chef? Is that not a task in most personal assistants’ repertoire?”

“If I weren’t able to cook under the pressure of volumes of clientele, let alone pressures of the bottom of the sea, then what kind of personal assistant would I be?” Albert cocked his head, a vulpine smirk on his lips.

Ashengrotto paused, taking the moment to contemplate the offer. A quick laugh broke the tension, “Ha! In the face of everything, you would still offer services to me? Understand: nothing is ever catch-free. Should I take you on as staff, what would you ask of me in return?”

“Straight to the point, I see: I ask that you permit me a week to provide outstanding culinary service. The deal is complete, no harm, no foul, and we maybe strengthen ties between dorms? Maybe provide a business reference once we graduate?”

The silence between the two drowned out the chatter of the lounge as Azul contemplated. He resumed polishing glassware as he thought, eventually stopping to turn towards Albert.

“Seems a very one sided offer, Mr. Eastwind. A week of cooking for a business reference? Quite the offer in my favor-which I always like-but no mention of what you plan on offering as collateral? Say Something happens to where you aren’t able to fulfill that duty, or the service offered is shown to be lackluster. What do you bring to the table, should you fail?”

“Out planning ahead already? Kindred spirits, I’d think. I’d like to think I wouldn’t sully my dorm or family name by getting sacked of all things. If some unfortunate circumstance were to get in the way of me fulfilling my contract, I would say the best I could offer would be a taste of what the Eastwind’s business managerial services has to offer to the Monstro Lounge as well as your dorm, all on your order, until we graduate.”

“Interesting offer. Managerial assistance and dorm maintenance? You don’t believe you have any such magic that would serve as decent collateral?”

“Regrettably so-I wouldn’t want to waste your time with something so menial, even to me.”

Azul had since moved to wiping the bar down to keep in sight of his client. He stopped to digest the offer, before cracking a knowing grin. “You have a surprising amount of gall, and an equally surprising way with words. Offering to cook for my lounge for a week, for a business reference, or your entire servitude to me, should you fail? Come with me; let’s draft the finer details of this negotiation in my office. Let’s Make a Deal~”

Hours had passed in the lounge before the VIP door finally reopened. Albert was first to walk out, his umbrella in his hand like a marching baton, close to beaming with satisfaction. Azul followed close behind with his signature knowing smile.

“A pleasure doing business, Mr. Eastwind. I look forward to seeing you in action tomorrow. Please, allow me to have your new coworkers escort you safely back. Floyd, Jade?" Azul called before retreating back to his office.

"Ah, Hello again~Please follow us," one purred, both flanking either side of the man.

He maintained pace with the two, even with their height allowing for longer strides. At the door the two swung around to once again face him.

Jade started, "This is our stop, so for now we bid farewell. Hope you enjoyed your time at the Monstro Lounge." Floyd finished, "See ya tomorrow, hehe, hope you're ready to keep up~"

Albert gave Floyd a reassuring knock on the chest with the umbrella and juggled eye contact with the twins. "Rest easy on that, gentlemen," he said as he passed, "But I do hope my pace doesn't leave you too far behind, if our round of ‘tag’ was any indication."

The twins exchanged looks, either in amusement or annoyance.

"My my, he's quite tricky. But, sooner or later, all smallfry slip up, and he'll fall in line just like the rest," Jade said, his smile never wavering.

"Ehh~Looks like fun~ I dunno what I wanna see more: how fast he actually is, or how fast he crashes and burns," Floyd replied with a barely contained glee.

#practically perfect fanfic #twst fic #twst fanfic #my writing #albert eastwind #twst oc #fly fishing

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eyelessjxcks1mp · 1 year

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TO THE BONE LYRICS:JT Music(undertale)

Sans, Sans, wake up What is it, dude? A human has fallen from the surface world Really? And you got a bone to pick wit' 'em? No time for puns Come on, that was a real rib tickler, ayy Ugh, enough Alright, here we go again

Welcome to the underground How was the fall? If you wanna look around Give us a call We don't see humans often We're happy you just dropped in I'll be so popular When I show all the monsters what I just brought in Hey Papyrus, mind your manners Can it, Sans, no time for banter Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric You're just lazy and apathetic Call me what you want, I got thick skin Another bad joke and I'm finished with him We are monsters, the awfullest kind To mess with us takes a lot of spine

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations Humans betrayed us and left us burnin' One day we'll make our way back to the surface Through all your travels, your sins will follow Your consequences aren't easy to swallow Who's the real monster, now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Really, Sans? What? The last line of the chorus is a pun? Yup You imbecile That was very clever Heh, thanks, buddy

You're stuck in the underground Thanks to the fall Good luck ever getting out Prepare to brawl You could show mercy to us Or turn all of us to dust Is your heart full of evil Or full of love? I, the great Papyrus Challenge you to try getting by us Test the human with one of your puzzles Brilliant, Sans, that'll leave him befuddled I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti Smells like the creepy pasta is ready Stop it Sans, I'm done with the jokin' Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice You're only still alive because I made a promise You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers Who's the real monster, now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Someday I'll join the royal guard When I catch this child, can it be that hard Look, if I'm being honest My brother ain't nothin' but harmless I know you and all that you want You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font The deeper you go, the messier it gets If I had it my way, you'd already be dead Kidding, if you couldn't tell I get so bored, I amuse myself Down here in the underground You're all alone We wanted to tell you now You're kinda boned If you survive this prison You will know nihilism Don't mess around with monsters They're scared of tiny children You've come far, but soon you'll stumble When I stump you with some junior jumble Not so sure you'll get him with that Alas, I'll hit him with my special attack Leave me alone You know I've got a knack for the trombone One more pun, and I'll be done But ain't two skulls better than one

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations You know your story's already been told We can play again if you sell your soul I've got my eye on you so you just watch it I'll find any skeletons inside your closet Who's the real monster now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

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tamquamm · 4 years

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[Ronan Lynch / Adam Parrish] Rated T | 2.2k ↳ Hurt & Comfort for Day 2 of @pynchpromptweek

“The black stuff, it’s nightwash.”

“Where’d you find that out?” The sleep is there in Adam’s voice, but there’s curiosity, too.

“I didn’t,” Ronan hums into the pillow. “I made it up. Just now.” He leans his head back until he can feel Adam there, too. “Sounds scary right? Kinda sexy.”

Adam rolls his eyes, not that Ronan can see it, but he can definitely sense it. “Okay. Nightwash, then.” He shifts again, back to how he was positioned before. Typical. “Now you know what to call it when you make it stop.”

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sunseteyes · 4 years

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FLUFFVEMBER DAY 09: KOUTAROU BOKUTO

prompt: puns (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,329 words | themes: gen!reader. bokuto being a sweetheart. mentions of death but just a teensy bit. tried to make this as fluffy as i can don’t worry !!

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa

rv: this is so cute i can’t even describe how soft i felt for bokuto here. enjoy reading!!

✒︎ make you smile

you had a feeling that today was a special day.

your hand shoots up to your forehead as you tried to hid your face by bowing down, chuckling on your own, your shoulders shaking as you try to not let your laugh as loud as possible or else to make the situation worse.

"if you can't stop him, (y/n)-san, i can't." akaashi says, he himself looking away from bokuto who seems to be unstoppable by this very moment.

you only look up to your boyfriend, now talking to his other teammates as he was probably inserting a pun in his each and every conversation.

"hey coach! are we not gonna practice? come on, let's get the ball rolling!"

you sighed loudly and you could see akaashi shake his head as he takes a step to join the group on the corner of your eye. you watch from the sidelines as the fukurodani volleyball team just like you always do, eyes boring to each and every player that receives the ball before eventually landing onto bokuto’s, finding yourself be pulled into his presence like a boulder would to gravity—probably just as much as the usual days would.

there were times when he’d meet your eyes and flash you one of his big and wide grins, waving at you then gesturing you to watch him closely as he does whatever is needed during the training, may it be a receive, spike, service, or even any kind of exercise or stretch.

“that was spiketacular! oh yeah!" you could hear bokuto's exclamations even from afar, his hands raised to the sky as a sign of victory—as if his spike was not just a training for the team. you could almost see akaashi slap his face at the utter stress he most likely feels. as for you, no matter how embarrassing he was acting, he still makes that curve of a smile appear on your face, making you forget of everything else aside from him.

"your boyfriend is really something." kaori, one of the managers of the team, says with an unsure tone, probably feeling the same as the others who had noticed the chirper bokuto that day. of course, you noticed it too, ever since the sunlight hit the corners of your bedroom, in the morning when he woke you up with a peck on your forehead, he attempt to cook you breakfast and bring it to you on the bed.

the food was edible, to say the least. but then, you could remember how he said he tried to make the egg perfect, only to fail before then making a pun over it.

"yeah, i've got to agree." you say yourself, gazing over bokuto's way with an emotion you couldn't particularly identify. and as if he could sense your eyes over his own figure, he looks your way and flashes a smile and raises his thumb up—which you knew was his way of showing that he was incredibly happy to have you on the court like every time you do visit him. and that he likes receiving your attention too.

time passes by until it was finally time to wrap things up. going home meant that bokuto would walk you to your apartment and that you'd have time talk to him without anyone else around you. these moments are what you try to relish in the relationship with the said man, especially since he's always busy with volleyball and his studies, of course.

you may not have spoken it out loud but deep inside, hidden in the corners of your brain and your heart, you knew that you wanted to spend more time with bokuto, becoming hungry for more quality time that were stolen by his love for volleyball and trainings. you admired his passion and tenacity, you really did, especially at the start of the relationship. but as time went by, you juggled to find more intimate one-on-one moments that volleyball takes from you.

your attention was pulled away from the dark thoughts circling your head, a familiar warm and comforting hand encasing yours that seemingly cuts your train of thoughts all of a sudden.

"so babe, what do you think? i think having eggs in a cake has plus points because that's gonna be tough to beat, right? as a baker what do you say? did you get it?!" bokuto looks at you with a bright face, turning to you like a bright sunshine beaming underneath the dark sky above. his words processed in your brain like a broken internet connection, unable to process fast with the intensity of the previous thoughts that you were pulled away from.

"huh?"

the smile on bokuto's face vanishes and a look of worry and concern appears in his face in an instant, his eyes boring into yours as he reaches out for your arm and halts the both of you. "are you alright, babe? you've been out of it since we got out of the gym. is it-i mean, do you uh-is there something bothering you?"

for a moment there, your heart sank at the thought of bokuto sensing what he shouldn't have. as someone who didn't want to trouble your boyfriend with your problems, you were doing a terrible job at it.

"no, i'm fine. we should resume walking, anyone can pass by here." you try to get him to move but he held you in place, a serious look already plastered on his face. and by this, you already knew he wouldn't back down whatever your reason may be.

sighing, you were about to speak when he interrupts. "is this about your worst day ever? did i make it worse with the puns?"

you didn't even realize you were avoiding his gaze until you whip your eyes back at his, seeing the saddened look on his handsome facial features—one that always has a grin and smile whenever he sees you. one day, akaashi praised you for always brightening up bokuto's mood, rescuing the whole team eventually. his other teammates and managers also encourage you to come to their matches because there is a good chance they win just by your mere presence.

and now, you're one of the reasons why he doesn't act that way.

but what is he talking about anyway? "my worst day? what-what are you talking about?" you inquire carefully, brows furrowed as you try to scan your memories for any hints that may come up for his words.

and then it hit you.

"are you talking about my uncle's death anniversary... today?" slowly, you came to a realization. each and every smile, gesture, and word that bokuto made to you the entire day, it was all to make you happy.

to make you smile.

"uh-yeah i saw in your calendar that you have this day crossed out and when i asked you about it, you told me that it was your worst day—about... the anniversary." you could tell just how much he was being careful with how he was choosing his words and prevented whatever may trigger you. honestly, you didn't even feel and remember the sadness that this day was supposed the bring because of the positivity that bokuto immediately welcomed you in just from his morning shenanigans, and throughout the day. even if you didn't want to admit it, his puns may have helped in your mentality.

for you, it was more than enough reason to not feel anxious anymore.

"h-hey why are you cry-"

"you remembered." you say, suddenly tackling the boy into a big hug. you didn't care if there was anyone around you who could have seen the scene. right now, you were feeling overwhelmed with the warmth of bokuto's caring personality and you've never felt so lucky your whole life.

bokuto was enough. his mere presence is enough to make you happy. and now, you know why he always brightens up at the sight of you.

you make him smile too.

#koutarou bokuto #kōtarō bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyu!!#hq!!#hq oneshots #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember #roze.fluffvember #roze.hq #roze.daydream

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whitestaghere · 4 years

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I'm here - Edmund Pevensie x reader (Bonus Chapter)

Skskskksjsjsjk.. so my friend requested that I make a bonus chapter. So that shall be done 😂❤️ this isn't going to be much, but just fluff! Well, I hope you all enjoy this!❤️

Warning - none.. just a little angst if you really look into it + a whole heap of fluff.

Edmund's Pov

Random walks, star gazing, watching the sunset, picnics along with my siblings. Things couldn't get any better. I've never felt so.. complete. Y/N came into my life in the most unexpected way, but I'm glad it all ended up like this.

Right now I was heading to y/n's house.

Knocking on y/n's door, I was greeted by her mom. She instantly gave me a warm smile. "Oh Edmund, come in.. y/n's in her room. She's been busy reading almost the entire day," she laughed walking towards the kitchen.

"Ah must be the book that Susan lent her," I laughed.

Closing the door behind me, I hung my coat up on the coat hanger. Being in and out of here, y/n's house felt like my second home at this point. Her mother had welcomed me like her own son.

As for my mother, she hadn't been more excited to meet someone in her life the day I introduced her to y/n.

I had to deal with a lot of teasing from Peter and her. Well that's a story for another day..

Knocking on her door, I slowly pushed it open. "Y/n, love?" she was sitting by the window. And just as her mom said, she was nose deep reading a book.

She immediately shifted her gaze, a bright smile forming across her face.

"Ed!" she squealed, quickly putting aside the book and making her way upto me. I opened my arms welcoming her into my embrace. Snaking her arms around me she sighed, "I missed you.."

I couldn't help but laugh at her cheekiness, "you saw me yesterday.."

She pulled away with a pout. "But yesterday was like ages ago," she exaggerated. I rolled my eyes at this, only for her to pull away completely, sticking her tongue out at me.

I chuckled, taking hold of her wrist and pulling her back into my embrace. "I missed you too," I whispered planting a kiss on her head. She let out a giggle.

Pulling away from me she looked towards the window, "it's raining." The skies had been gloomy before I left the house too. Thank Aslan I listened to Susan and decided I'd leave earlier, so I wouldn't get caught in the rain.

Making her way to the window she sat down gazing at the sky. Following her I sat down next to her, picking up the book that she had been reading.

"I wish we could go outside.." her gaze still fixated on the falling drops of water.

"In the rain?"

"Yeah.." she looked back at me.

"And get sick? No thank you." Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. She huffed looking back outside. "You're no fun.." she whispered, but enough for me to hear.

"I heard that." Shrugging her shoulders in response only. I poked her side. She pursed her lips, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. Slowly sliding my hands up her waist I began to tickle her.

"NOOO EDMUNDDD!! STOP IT," laughter erupting from her lips as she tried pushing me away.

Little by little she began to slide down, struggling to get away from me in the process. This was my chance. Hovering over her, I began to tickle her even more. She had no way of escape.

"Ed please, p-please! Time outtt!!" she managed through a mixture of pants and giggles.

I placed my hands on either side of her head laughing at her reaction. Could she be more adorable? "That..." I kissed her forehead. "Was for saying I'm not fun."

Still catching her breath she glared at me. Suddenly her body stiffened under mine. Widening her eyes she flushed a bright red. Averting her gaze from mine she cleared her throat, "Ed c-could you.. do you mind?"

I tilted my head in confusion.

Eyeing me, I followed her gaze scanning the position we were in. Oh. So that's what it was.. I had her trapped between my arms, her hands laying on my chest and our legs tangled together. Our bodies so close, that there was absolutely no room for a thing called "space."

We've obviously been this close before, sharing literally a million hugs and cuddles like this. But I admit, the close proximity always does leave my heart fluttering like as if its our first time being in physical contact.

Connecting our eyes once again, she blushed furiously. I would be lying if I said I wasn't flustered myself. But even through it all I managed to smirk.

"Could I what?" I raised an eyebrow teasingly. She squirmed in my grasp. It was adorable how she got so flustered by little things like this.

"Hmm?" still no response.

I leaned in closer gazing deep into her eyes, "you know.. instead of going out in the rain, I'd rather spend my time cuddling in here with you." As if on cue she relaxed in my grasp and there came that smile I adored. "Me too," she whispered.

Leaning in slowly, her eyes fluttered close. Only for me to pull away teasingly the next second. I watched as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Pushing myself off her a little, her eyes shot open.

Trying to hold back my laughter I wiggled my eyebrows at her.

"Edmund Pevensie!" she gasped, smacking my chest lightly. "You're such a tease." I couldn't hold it back anymore, laughing at how adorable her reaction was.

She pushed me off of her completely, walking over to the bed. Plopping down she turned around so she wouldn't have to face me.

"Oh? Then I guess I'll go home now.." I joked, heading towards the door.

At that she turned around in alarm. Soon enough I felt a pair of arms wrap around my torso. "Please don't go.." she mumbled into my shirt. I let out a low chuckle turning around to face her.

"Hmm? Sorry, I didn't get that clearly.." I cocked an eyebrow.

She snuggled into my chest, "I love you. p-please don't leave me.."

I smiled softly running my hand through her hair, "I would never leave you."

She raised her head, gazing into my eyes. The look in her eyes so soft, it was like she was actually afraid. She sniffled looking away. "Hey, hey.. y/n? Look at me love."

She slowly shifted her eyes back to mine. "What's wrong?"

"I-I... its nothing.."

"Tell me the truth love.." I rubbed circles into her waist gently.

"I just got scared."

"Scared of what?" I looked at her in confusion.

"Scared that you'd actually leave me.." I frowned at that, "Y/n.. I was joking okay? I would never leave you. What makes you think I will?"

She shrugged, "well you know.. there are so many other girls out there. W-w-who are way more prettier and nicer than me.. and then the thought of losing you, scared me even more. I just thought yo-"

"Well you thought wrong," I cut her off. I didn't like this, no not at all. I only love her. And I absolutely hated, when she compared herself with others.

"Y/n listen, it was my choice, the decision I made.. to be with you. Did I fall in love with them? No, I fell in love with YOU, only you. And was that the best decision I made? Yes, it definitely was. I want you for you. And don't you ever go thinking less of yourself and comparing yourself with others again okay?"

She nodded her head, a tear dropping from her eye. I wiped it away gently.

"And you don't have to ever be afraid of losing me. I'll always be with you, and that's a promise. These are not just mere words y/n, I'm going to keep that promise no matter what. I love you so much."

"I love you too.. I always have Ed and I always will. Y-you don't know happy I am getting to call you mine," she sniffled, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

I wiped her tears off, cupping her cheeks, "now love do me a favour and give me a smile.."

She nodded her head, smiling.

"That's my girl." Wrapping my arms around her waist I picked her up, placing her on the bed. Climbing in after her, I opened my arms for her. Getting the signal she cuddled into my embrace.

I lifted her chin making her face me. I placed a light peck on her lips. Giving her a smile, I sighed contently. I remembered what she had told me a couple of days ago. Being with me felt like she was home. I felt it too.

She smiled at me, eyes flicking towards my lips before closing the gap between us once again. Lips moving in sync. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. Two pieces of a puzzle connecting just perfectly with eachother.

We cuddled the rest of the night, chatting, laughing, using cheesy puns. You name it. It was just another special day with the love of my life. With her everyday was an adventure.

Both of us together. That's where home was.

Oof.. that was the fluffiest chapter I've ever written. Not to mention, I enjoyed it of course 😂❤️ Hope you guys enjoyed this!

Love you all and stay safe 💕

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phoenixhalliwell · 4 years

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Well Helloooo Nurse

Pairings: Will Miller X Gender Neutral Reader ( Nurse Lark but goes by the name of Birdie)

Word count: 1887

Author's Note: Good Evening all, welcome to the Will Miller show. Please be gentle as it’s my first time writing for him. I also have no idea how the inside of an ER works, i’m just winging this whole thing lmao I hope whoever stumbles on this enjoys it :)

Hope you don’t mind the tags: @lilacyennefer @cinewhore @dignityneeded

Thanks to his idiotic brother, Will ends up in the ER. Benny in an attempt to make amends, tries to be his wingman.

Throwing yourself down into your chair, you let out a small cry at the relief at finally being off your feet. To say it's been a long week is an understatement. Your back is in agony, your stomach won't stop growling and there's a throbbing pain behind your eyes . The ER has finally quietened down after a disastrous morning and you're counting down the minutes until it's home time.

'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'

You glance at the clock. Another 20 minutes and you are free for the next two days to do absolutely nothing. Closing your eyes you smile at the thought of the large glass of wine, warm bath and take out that awaits you when you get home. Your happiness is short lived though when you hear your name being called out.

'Urghhh, just leave me alone'

"Birdie, my good friend. How are you? You are looking fiiinnneee today, is that a new pair of scrubs."

Opening your eyes, you glare at your friend Letti who is currently batting her eyes at you. You scoff. You know for a fact you look like shit. Your hair looks like a bird's nest ( no pun intended) and you're pretty sure that your scrubs have seen better days.

"What do you want?" you narrow your eyes at her.

"You know how you're my absolute best friend and you love me so much? Could you find it in that golden heart of yours to stay on just a little longer and cover the end of my shift. It's only a couple extra hours. I wouldn't normally ask but Scott has managed to ship the kids off to his mum's tonight and it's been so long since we've had adult time, if you catch my drift. Please. Help me out here Birdie I am dying" She begs.

'Pfft least you're getting the option for adult time' you think to yourself. You watch as she clasps her hands to her chest and starts to give you the sad puppy dog eyes .You can feel your resolve start to crumble. Groaning, you throw your head back in defeat.

"Fine, but you owe me one and you better believe I will collect" you sigh. Letti fist pumps the air before grabbing your face and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I fucking love you Birdie. I will name my next child in your honour" she promises.

"Yeah like I haven't heard that before" you snort, wiping your cheek. Letti suddenly thrusts a clipboard into your hand before rushing you through your next patient, eager to get home to her husband. You're not really listening to her, nodding along every so often as you try to decipher the chicken scratches on the paper in front of you.

' Did a child fill in this form?'

You hear snippets of what she is saying: "Hotter than sin..... If I wasn't married... wouldn't be able to walk straight"

You are finally able to pick out the important information:

Exam Room 3 - William Miller, 40, laceration to left arm.

'Ok I can work with that'

Calling out your goodbyes to Letti and telling her to have a good time, you make your way to exam room 3 to get started. Drawing back the curtain, you step into the room and call out

'Mr Miller?'

"Yes?" two voices answer at the same time.

" They are talking about me Dumbass, I'm the one that's currently bleeding no thanks to you. Please excuse my brother, he was dropped on his head a lot as a child" your patient apologises to you. You let out a snort at the quip. It's not until you get a proper look at his face that your laughter is quickly cut off.

'Oh' is all you can think before your mind goes blank. Sitting in front of you is a man you can only describe as an Adonis. Even though his face is twisted slightly in pain, you would gladly stare at him for the rest of eternity. Beautiful blue eyes, soft blond hair, a well groomed beard. Your mind takes you to some bad places when you think about that beard.

'Hotter than sin indeed...."

A choked out laugh causes you to tear gaze away from William and over to the other man in the room who waves at you looking far too amused.

'Oh god, he knows I was checking out his brother' You cringe internally.

"Hi I'm Benny in case you were interested" the other man jokes. He is also a fairly attractive man -you can see some similarities between the two. However, Benny has nothing on his brother. You shyly nod your head in greeting before making your way to Will's bedside.

"Ok Mr Miller, I am Nurse Lark. From what I could make out from your form, it says that you have a laceration on your left arm. Is this correct?" you ask the older Miller.

"Yes that's right. Sorry about the scrawl, Benny didn't make it past the 3rd grade." Will teases.

"Fuck you dickhead" Benny hisses back.

"Boys, settle down, this is an ER not a playground " you interject. Both men mumble their apologise and you try not to laugh. Gently picking up Will's arm, you turn his arm left to right to get an idea of the extent of his injury. He's lucky in the fact it's not too deep. Unfortunately it cuts directly through the tattoo on his lower arm. Potentially a future scar but that was out with your control. Raising your head, you notice how close you are to each other's faces. Will stares back at you and you lose yourself for a minute.

"For fuck sake, get a room" You hear Benny mutter behind you. You cough and busy yourself getting the equipment you need to start patching Will up.

"I'm sorry but this might hurt a little" you warn him in advance.

" Don't worry about me, I'm tough as nails " He smiles reassuring you.

You nod before getting started. So focused on your work, you didn't notice Will admiring you from where he sat. He liked the way your eyes never wavered from your task despite Benny blabbering on in the background. How your nimble fingers made quick work of his wound. He thought the way you stuck your tongue out slightly in concentration was the cutest thing.

Benny was quick to notice his brother's heart eyes and started snickering.

" You know what Will? Maybe if you're a good boy the nice nurse will kiss it better once they are done"

You glance up in time to see Will's face turn scarlet.

'Just when I thought he couldn't get any cuter'

"That's it, Benny get out now!" Will growled.

Benny sighs dramatically and sulks out the room but not without muttering "just trying to help you get laid dickhead". You glance back at Will who is now staring up at the ceiling, looking as though he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

"It's days like these I really wish my parents had got me a puppy instead of a little brother"

"Well from what I've seen of him so far, the man is basically a gold retriever in human form" you joke back. The laugh he lets out catches you off guard.

'I could get used to that sound.'

You had to stop yourself from sighing and scolded yourself for acting like a love sick fool instead of the professional you are.

The conversation came easy for you both after that. You started by telling him your name before the both of you shared little tidbits about each other. Will seemed like an interesting man from what information he gave. He was funny and incredibly smart.

'He's perfect' is all you could think. However, it didn't take long after Benny got asked to leave to finish patching the rest of Will's arm up.

"Well Mr Miller, I guess that's you done. Please make sure to keep the area as clean as possible and have someone help you change your bandages"

You feel sad at the idea of him leaving. It is evident that he feels the same by the way he stalls collecting his things. He looks like he's debating with himself before he finally turns to you looking determined.

" Would you maybe like to go to dinner with me sometime? I know we haven't met under the best circumstances but I had a really great time talking with you. I'd end up hating myself if I didn't at least ask"

Your heart races at the question and you don't hesitate to tell him yes. His face lights up and you find yourself falling a little more for Will Miller. Grabbing a pen from your top pocket, you hastily write down your phone number and hand it to Will. You both wish each other goodnight before parting ways. You find yourself grinning and bite your lip to try and contain your glee.

" Guess I will be naming my first child Letti"

Outside the hospital

Benny leans against the wall (pouting like a child) and waits for his brother . He still can't believe he got thrown out of the room. It feels like forever and a day before Will finally makes his appearance with a smug grin on his face.

'He looks like the cat that got the cream'

' What's with the grin man? Did they give you the good shit for the pain or something?"

Will shakes his head before showing Benny the piece of paper in his hand. A set of digits.

"William, you sly dog" Benny laughs in delight before he slaps Will's arm. He's quick to realise his mistake when his brother grunts in pain clutching his bad arm. Benny panics and makes to touch him but is stopped in his tracks.

"Don't . Fucking . Touch me. Just get in the fucking car. " Will hisses. He marches off to the car park, swearing under his breath.

'Well that victory was short lived' Benny thinks, following his brother.

Bonus Scene - Date night

'Is it just me or is time moving slower?'

You glance at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. Another 10 minutes before Will is suppose to arrive. It's been so long since you were last on a date and you can't remember being this nervous. You look down at your outfit and run a hand over it to make sure there wasn't any creases. Will had text earlier to let you know to dress casual for your evening out but wouldn't give you any more information. The sound of the doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you let out a nervous giggle. Trying not to seem too eager, you give yourself a beat before opening the door. You feel yourself go weak in the knees. Will is dressed to impress - A black leather jacket over a soft grey t-shirt with a nice pair of black jeans that does wonders for him. He lets out a soft laugh at the way you are blatantly eyeing him up before doing the same to you. He lets out a low whistle.

"Well hellooo nurse"

#Will Miller #william ironhead miller #will miller x reader #Triple Frontier #Benny Miller #ben miller #william ironhead miller x reader #hello nurse

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coffiicorgii · 3 years

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Sans! Sans! Wake up! What is it, dude? A human has fallen from the surface world Really? And you got a bone to pick wit'im? No time for puns Come on, that was a real rib-tickler, ayy Ugh! Enough! Alright, here we go again

Welcome to the Underground How was the fall? If you wanna look around Give us a call We don't see humans often We're happy you just dropped in I'll be so popular when I show all the monsters what I just brought in

Hey! Papyrus, mind your manners Can it, Sans, no time for banter Excuse my brother, he's a bit eccentric You're just lazy and apathetic Call me what you want, I got thick skin Another bad joke and I'm finished with him We are monsters, the awfullest kind To mess with us takes a lot of spine

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations Humans betrayed us and left us burnin' One day we'll make our way back to the surface Through all your travels, your sins will follow Your consequences aren't easy to swallow Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Really, Sans? What? The last line of the chorus is a pun? Yup You, imbecile! That was very... clever Heh, thanks, buddy

You're stuck in the Underground Thanks to the fall Good luck ever getting out Prepare to brawl You could show mercy to us Or turn all of us to dust Is your heart full of evil Or full of love?

I, the great Papyrus, challenge you to try getting by us Test the human with one of your puzzles Brilliant, Sans, that will leave him befuddled I dare you to try a bite of spaghetti Smells like the creepypasta's ready Stop it Sans! I'm done with the jokin' Sounds like someone's funny bone's broken

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice You're only still alive because I made a promise You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Someday I'll join the Royal Guard When I catch this child, can it be that hard? Look, if I'm being honest My brother ain't nothin' but harmless I know you and all that you want You'll get a lot more from Sans than a font The deeper you go, the messier it gets If I had it my way, you'd already be dead Kidding, if you couldn't tell I get so bored, I amuse myself

Down here in the Underground You're all alone We wanted to tell you now You're kinda boned If you survive this prison You will know nihilism Don't mess around with monsters They're scared of tiny children Ha!

You've come far, but soon you'll stumble When I stump you with some Junior Jumble Not so sure you'll get him with that Alas, I'll hit him with my special attack Leave me alone! You know I've got a knack for the trombone One more pun, and I'll be done But ain't two skulls better than one?

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations You know your story's already been told We can play again if you sell your soul I've got my eye on you, so you just watch it I'll find any skeletons inside your closet Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

You have an immaculate taste in music, tumblr user tallyhallfanrealyes /lh

#coffii answers #fr tho are you ok #tallyhallfanrealyes #long post #not that I mind random asks in my inbox but?? JHDGS #this was literally the first thing I saw when I woke up and I had to just sit there for a moment

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We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations Humans betrayed us and left us burnin' One day we'll make our way back to the surface Through all your travels, your sins will follow Your consequences aren't easy to swallow Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Really, Sans? What? The last line of the chorus is a pun? Yup You, imbecile! That was very... clever Heh, thanks, buddy

You're stuck in the Underground Thanks to the fall Good luck ever getting out Prepare to brawl You could show mercy to us Or turn all of us to dust Is your heart full of evil Or full of love?

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice You're only still alive because I made a promise You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

sand undertal :]

#theo tells a tale #long post

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bennypilled · 3 years

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We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations Humans betrayed us and left us burnin' One day we'll make our way back to the surface Through all your travels, your sins will follow Your consequences aren't easy to swallow Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

Really, Sans? What? The last line of the chorus is a pun? Yup You, imbecile! That was very... clever Heh, thanks, buddy

You're stuck in the Underground Thanks to the fall Good luck ever getting out Prepare to brawl You could show mercy to us Or turn all of us to dust Is your heart full of evil Or full of love?

We can relate to your determination Because we monsters have our motivations I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice You're only still alive because I made a promise You'll lose your mind when you wander for hours You might even decide to start talkin' to flowers Who's the real monster? Now you should know You've cut this story down to the bone

thank you for this fine literature

#bennyplaysdrums #bennyanswers #long post

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DWC 2020 - Day 27

Atonement

Post Legion - Battle for Azeroth

In the city of Shattrath of the Outlands, an orphanage for Draenei children whose parents had been lost to the fights against the Legion and the Horde. The Orphan Keeper, Tichandriel, is an ancient man with a long white beard and wrinkled skin, having lived on Argus for many years before his people had to leave. He had chosen this noble task of watching the young and fatherless, having about eleven children under his watch. His heavy tail rested along his side as he leaned back in his chair, a book in hand as he did his nightly story telling to the children, all scattered about around him on the floor as they listened intently.

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“And with a mighty breath, the great Aspect of Life breathed life into the lands, growing all the flowers and the trees and plants-” Sharing with the Draenei children stories from their neighboring world, Azeroth.

“Um- is this real?” One of the boys asks, and Tichandriel chuckles.

“Why yes, the Aspect of Life is very much real, as are the other dragon flights.”

“I don’t know, that’s pretty suspicious.” The same boy mutters to a friend beside him, and Tichandriel laughs some more.

“Of course they are! They are dragons; they are not unlike our own Netherdrakes here.” There is a knock on the door, drawing his attention as well as the children. But Tichanendriel’s life mate, Terani, stands. The most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, carrying his first blood children in her stomach as she motions for him to continue, going to get the door for him. They had only just met some years ago, yet it felt like he had known her a lifetime, and he looked forward to thousands of lifetimes more.

“Now where was I-” Tichandriel glances back down at the book, trying to find his spot. “Oh yes; and when she had finished she turned to her sister, The Dreamer, who created dreams-”

“Tichandriel.” Terani’s voice cuts through, a hint of urgency. He looks up at her, remaining calm, though he could see the shock in her eyes. “Someone is here to see you…”

“Ah…” He closes his book and groans as he stands, feeling his age as his joints groan. “Is it a friend?”

“Yes…” There didn’t seem to be any indication that whoever was at the door posed as a threat, yet Tichandriel remained on edge as his beloved seemed trifled. “I- I will take over the reading. You will be needing a moment.”

“Thank you, my dearest.” Tichandriel leaves the book on his chair and carefully weaves his way through the restless children, some turning to look towards the hallway to the door while others seem ready to stand.

“Sit down, sit down.” Terani gently chides. The children loved her dearly ever since she came and started to help, at first simply cooking for the children as a kindness to assist Tichandriel, and from there their love blossomed. “Do you want me to keep reading this story? Or should I share one of my famous battles?” Terani used to be a Vindicator before retiring, one of her horns chopped off from a battle to show for it. She rarely talked of her times fighting, especially around the children, and it stole their entire attention. That could only mean whoever was at the door needed Tichandriel’s full attention.

Once the Draenei steps outside he can’t believe his eyes, for a moment thinking he’s seeing things. There she stood, the night elf with sea green hair who he had tried to help, wrapped in a blanket.

“Jiroki?” Astounded, closing the door behind him. “What- how did…” So many questions cropped through his mind; how she got here, why she was here, why now when had purposely gone missing.

Jiroki says nothing for a time, holding the blanket closer around her shoulders. She had lost a bit of weight, cheeks sunken and having a slight tremor to her body, possibly a part of her withdrawals from her drugs as he had predicted before. Tichandriel’s eyes scan around, and far in the distance he sees a troll of all things, green of skin and red hair, watching the pair from afar. Once eye contact is made between him and the troll, the troll nods, and begins to turn and walk away. Oddly enough, a chicken follows after him, as if some sort of pet.

“I…” Jiroki starts to speak, drawing Tichandriel’s attention. “I want to try again…”

Tichandriel is shocked to hear her words. But his trust had been betrayed, and he knew he shouldn’t give in so easily. He brings his hands together to clasp in front of him, far taller than the elf as he gazes down at her.

“I tried to do my best for you, but you denied me many times. Even my son Akanos vouched so adamantly for me to aid you, and he never does that for anyone” He says. “I heard you went missing, too. Your family worked very hard to try and get you through your rehabilitation. Do they even know where you are?”

No response comes from the elf, which just confirms his suspicions. But for her to be here, to come all the way from Azeroth to his doorstep, means that something has happened.

“Jiroki…” Tichandriel says quietly. “Are you ready to forgive yourself now?”

There’s a shudder that courses through her body, as if cold. But he recognizes it as her grief, so much bottled up inside of her that weighed on her shoulders. He reaches over with a large hand, gently placing it on her shoulder, and he beckons her to go with him.

“Come. You are always welcomed.” Tichandriel says, speaking to her as if a runaway child had just come home. “You can use my son’s old room. I’ll heat you up some food.”

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Jiroki sat anxiously as she waited, biting her fingers as she sat in Abaddon’s office. She waited for the Sin’dorei Death Knight to return as he got his goblin workers in Ratchet to get things ready. Unable to cope with her anxiety she stands, beginning to pace his office.

“Nervous?” She didn’t even hear him open the door, jumping and spinning around. The undead man wore his typical Ebon Blade armor, nearly wearing it all the time as the slits in his helm allowed her to see his icy blue eyes.

“Ugh, don’t do that…” Jiroki breathes out, patting her chest. “I-I shouldn’t be nervous…”

“Nothing will harm you, you have no reason to worry.” The normally silent man offers in comfort. Though his voice had that chilly echo Death Knights are known for, she could also hear the coy tone, a relatively known mischievous maker to those he enjoys annoying. “Even if you are a guinea pig in this experiment, the results should be positive in your favor.”

“Gee thanks…” Jiroki rolls her eyes. “That isn’t my concern.”

“Do you have concerns?” Abaddon asks, waiting as patiently as death as she takes awhile to respond, reluctant to be honest. His gaze pierce her, and he can see right through her.

“I’m just… Nervous…” Unable to explain it, but he reaches a cold hand up to her shoulder, and she could feel the chill of the armor.

“This way, they are ready.” He beckons her to follow, and she does so. Leading her further into the building they descend down a hallway, the place much bigger than she had anticipated from the outside, and it gets worse as they begin to descend downhill, going underground.

Soon they reached the main faculty of the building, a couple of goblins moving about as they tended to their own research of Azerite. Abaddon swore they only searched for medicinal properties for Azerite, knowing the potential it could have in saving lives in the pointless war as greed and vengeance took over the whole of Azeroth. Though Jiroki still had her suspicions.

Abaddon ushered Jiroki to sit on a propped medical chair, sitting herself down as a female goblin sauntered over with a clipboard and a stool with wheels. Once her stool is set beside the chair she sits herself up, pumps a lever to make herself inch up and up until at a more even height with Jiroki, then crosses her legs and sits pretty.

“She will be taking care of you today.” Abaddon says, motioning to the goblin, then speaks to her directly. “This is the patient who is interested in the test treatment for ovulation problems. I will return in time.” And then he leaves, leaving the two women alone.

“Hi sweety, I’m Frazzle Gigawick, but ya’ can call me Frazzy.” Frazzy chewed on some bubblegum, reaching into one of her pom pom puffs of hair for a pencil, pulling it out and blowing a bubble as she flips through some of the papers. It pops, causing Jiroki’s ears to switch, and she quietly sighs before the goblin speaks once more. “I gotta ask ya’ some health questions. Are ya’ tryin’ this out hopin’ ta get pregnant? Ya’ got some infertility problems?”

“S-Sort of…” Jiroki shifts in her chair, hesitating as the memories begin to slowly creep in. “I’ve had children already, a pair of twins, but my menstrual is irregular. I…” Jiroki closes her eyes, trying to keep calm. But she had to forgive herself. “I have a history of irregular menstrual cycles for years now due to an accident.”

“Uh huh.” Frazzy jots down some notes, lips open as she chews on her gum, making wet chewing sounds of the irritating kind. “And you’re only interested in receiving the impregnation? Not making someone else pregnant?”

“Wh-” Jiroki blinks, completely flabbergasted at what she had just been asked, eyes squinting and trying to comprehend. "What- n-no? I- wait; I'm trying to get pregnant."

"Uh huh." Frazzy scribbles down more notes. "And do you have health insurance?"

"What?"

After an array of an odd and irritating list of questions, Frazzy steps away. Jiroki reaches up and rubs her temple as Abaddon returns.

"I trust you're well so far." A bit of mischief in his eyes as he comes back over, behind him another goblin bringing over a tray.

"Was that even necessary?!" Jiroki leers up at the man, huffing a breath. "Did you set that up on purpose?! I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“No, you know I’m more of a pun sort of person. It all just happened to be set up as such.” Abaddon says, stepping to the side a bit as a second goblin sets up a stool. “And you know I take my business very seriously.”

Jiroki rolls her eyes but goes quiet, glancing anxiously at the new goblin. He wore gloves, carefully peeling something on the tray he looked over, something that had a light glow to it. She has to look away, starting to have second thoughts, the guilt she felt ages past starting to creep in. But, she so badly wanted to have a child with Aztook, a demon hunter whose body is already so tainted in fel, never having the chance of a normal life again. Yet she could give him some sort of semblance of feeling like being a mere man and a monster, and offer a chance for a child. Before the sword of Sargeras ruptured into Azeroth there would have been no chance at all, even if Jiroki’s body was perfectly healthy, but with the properties of Azerite, maybe… Just maybe…

But that also required her to forgive herself for what she had done to her first child.

“Aigh’ toots, lift ya’ shirt up, just above ya’ stomach.” The goblin indicates, carefully holding up what looks like a light infused gauze. “I’m gonna touch ya’ now, my hands won’t wander, promise! The wife would kill me.”

Jiroki lays still as she looks up at the ceiling, Abaddon carefully overseeing as the goblin begins to press the gauze over her lower abdomen, making sure it reaches over her uterus. Though it wasn’t raw azerite, Jiroki’s breath hitches. She had been forewarned that it may do more than intended, the lifeblood of Azeroth having amazing healing properties, but she decided to go with it regardless.

The effects immediately take notice. The phantom pains in her back begin to dissipate some, other aches and pains of her body start to cease, and she feels… A strange peace. Some of the torments of her mind slowly fading, though not fully.

A tear slides down her cheek, so many emotions normally bottled up wanting to be released. She reaches up and wipes it away, taking deep breaths and trying to let herself calm down. She feels a touch to her arm, glancing up at Abaddon, who just stood by silently, speaking no words as he looks at her. Though typically a stoic man, distant in public gatherings and usually coy towards his crew and those he’d consider to be on good terms with, this act meant the world to her. If this can work, she will make sure to have plenty of more children, and love every single one of them with every fiber of her being.

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Shivering in the chilled winds of Northrend, Jiroki began to reconsider her attire for tonight. Though she had only watched them from afar and partook in their kissing booth a few times, she finally scrounged up the courage to try and socialize at the dance party, hosted by the Succulent Tart. She saw many faces she recognized from the show, primarily Sin’dorei, dancing and gyrating with one another. She also saw other faces from participants from the tournament, a few even recognizing her in term.

“Oh, it’s the tsundere elf.”

“Wh-What did you just call me?” Unsure if she should be insulted or not, never having heard such a term in her life, Orcish maybe? It came from an Orc, so… Some of the Tarts had started to catch her, a few recognizing her and others just trying to encourage more people to join the dancing, blowing kisses and giving flirtatious waves.

Jiroki had no idea why she was here. She shouldn’t be, she didn’t fit in. Not in these clothes, not with this type of crowd, she barely even saw any Kaldorei out here, just mostly those of the Horde. Why would they even bother talking to someone like her? She was just a stuttering creep that didn’t know how to say ‘hey great show, big fan’ without coming off as an awkward creature of the night with social anxiety.

And yet that music, that beat resounding in her chest, taking over her heartbeat and making it her new heart, it set her at a peace she never knew she could have. She could feel it deep in her body, deep in her soul, and it resonated with her in a way nothing else could. Feeling her shoulders start to bounce, her hips starting to sway, her feet wanting to move, the music brought forth all happy emotions that normally had trouble finding their way out of her, as if finally finding the right key to the house from a keyring.

It became easier being around these people, people in general, with this music playing. Closing her eyes, she didn’t have to talk to anyone, she just had to feel and move, dance in the way her body wanted to move.

A brief ache, missing people. There were many who would have enjoyed this, who aren’t around, who aren’t close to her anymore. But she knew, somewhere out there, they thought of happy memories of her like she remembered of them in this newfound therapy.

When dancing like this, life felt whole. She felt whole. She loved herself.

Yea. Life isn't so bad.

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch. two

read chapter one here

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an; welcome back y’all. thank you to all who have read so far, even tho it’s only chapter two. i’d love to hear your feedback! enjoy!

**italics indicates flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.2k+

edie's pov

so that's spiderman? seems like a fun guy, i think as i walk through the dark alleyways so i don’t draw unwanted attention to myself. it's late and i'm navigating my way home, still thinking about my run-in with the red and blue clad boy. it's easy to tell he's young by the sound of his voice, leading me to believe he’s twenty at most. that doesn't bother me of course, as i too am considered young for a crime-fighting vigilante.

i turn the last corner before reaching my street and sigh with relief at the sight of my apartment building. the light in my window is off, aiding in the illusion that i'm asleep so my mom doesn't come in while i'm away on my semi-nightly adventures. just before i can touch the brick stones of my building as i pass by, a mechanical swoosh comes down and picks me up off the ground. i let out a small yelp and quickly find myself placed on the roof.

"hey, wolfie." mr. stark says as he walks out of his iron man suit. i let out the breath i was holding and turn around to face him. i offer him a small smile and take my hood down.

"mr. stark, hello, sir."

"school's almost out, right?" before i can answer, he keeps talking, "good. i'm gonna need your help with something."

i wipe away the beads of sweat running down my forehead as i bend down to pick up my throwing knives from the concrete ground. i steady myself and focus on the tattered piece of cardboard nailed to the wall that is my makeshift target. with a small grunt, i fling one towards the center of the red dot, hitting it dead on. i continue this activity until i run out of things to throw and my arms feel like jelly. i lost count of how many times i'd hit the center of the target in a row.

stepping back with a satisfied smirk, i collect my knives, shoving them back into their rightful place in my bag or around my waist and turn on my heel to head home. i manage to take two steps before a voice stops me in my tracks.

"hey, don't walk away now, kid, the next one would have been fifty." my eyes widen at the familiar voice that often appears on my living room television. i slowly move to face the man and gulp, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, not being able to say a word.

"come on, one more. show me what you got." says tony stark, with a loose smile on his face.

without a word, i force my trembling hands to grab my favorite knife from my right boot and brace myself for a throw. my breathing is shaky as i raise my right arm and inhale along with it. i can feel the sweat running down my back as i close my eyes for a moment. don't embarrass yourself, e, i think to myself. with that i snap my eyes open and silently chuck the knife towards the target.

i missed.

"oh for fuck's sake." i groan into my hands before i remember who i'm with and freeze. i keep my head in my hands, making sure to cover my face, only gathering enough courage to peek at tony stark through my fingers.

"well, that's awkward, i won't lie," he says, looking uncomfortable, "but i think i saw what i needed to see beforehand. i'm tony stark, or iron man if you wanna get fancy." he reaches a hand out in my direction.

"edie wolfe, hi." i reply with a defeated and lame handshake. to save both of us from looming silence, he pulls at my hoodie before continuing on, "okay, ms. wolfe." he pauses to inspect my attire, "what is this? leggings? and a hoodie? kid, if you're gonna be throwing knives, you gotta expect people to throw them back at you. this isn't going to cut it." he motions to the thin fabric covering my arms and chest.

i laugh at his words, "oh hey i see what you did there."

not catching on to his own pun, he moves on again, "what? actually never mind, we have a lot of talking to do, wolfie."

ever since that night, he took me under his wing- and a week later i got a package with a brand new suit in it. one that would protect me a whole lot more than what i was working with before.

"earth to wolfie, beep beep boop," mr. stark says as he pokes me in the forehead. i swat his hand away and give him my full attention. he continues on, "so you're in? a summer at the compound, being scary and keeping bad guys away?"

i raise an eyebrow at him, "what makes you think my family will be okay with that?" i ask. mr. stark simply rolls his eyes, "i already talked to your father, need i show you the proof?" i shake my head and he nods with satisfaction.

"okay, kid. see you in a few days." he says, preparing to get back into his suit, but before he can fly away i stop him, a question looming over my head, "am i doing this alone?"

"of course not. i wouldn't leave you alon- well actually i can't leave him alone so that's why you're gonna be there," he explains with a shake of his head.

"and who exactly is this person?" i ask with my arms crossed.

"how about one friendly neighborhood spiderman!" he yells and takes off before i can say anything back.

finally, the last day of school was upon us. it seems that the ending of every school year is bittersweet, and to be honest it hasn't quite hit me yet. senior year was way lamer than everyone played it off to be. you're told that you're officially ‘top dog', but let's be real- no real credit is given until you've graduated. but hey, here's to making it this far.

i'm sitting at my usual lunch table, surrounded by peter, ned, and mj. we pass jokes around the group and take in every moment we have left of our time together, yanno, since peter is leaving. but so am i. which is something i still have to share with everyone.

"uh, hey, guys. can i be a debby downer for a moment?" i ask, clearing my throat and disturbing the light mood of the afternoon. the table quiets down and all eyes are on me. "so you know how peter is leaving this summer?" i ruffle peter's hair in an attempt to not make that statement so sad.

"yeah, edie, we know." mj says with an eye roll as she picks at her cold french fries. i roll my eyes back at her and mock her voice. i can't help but notice peter's guilty face sitting next to me, little does he know i am going to make it a whole lot more weird up in here.

i take in a big breath and hold it to up the anticipation, "well it looks like i'll be gone too."

ned drops his chicken wrap and shakes his head furiously, "nuh uh, nope. no way. sorry, e, i can't allow that to happen," he says with a stern voice. peter chooses this moment to negatively highlight my new confession, "edie, how dare you! someone needs to be here to look after the kids."

i lower my head in shame, god this was so hard to do. faking a playful smile, i try to make light of the situation, "hey, c'mon, we all know mj is the mom friend of the group."

mj shakes her head violently and protests against my statement, "absolutely not. i veto that with all of my being, ned is the mom." she insists as she points to the pouting boy. we all laugh at that before falling into an uncomfortable silence. i glance in peter's direction and try to smile at him. doing this to him was the hardest, i tell him everything and knowing full well that i can't tell anyone about my stay at the compound, it just hurts my heart. we won't be able to communicate all summer.

"my mom signed me up to be a camp counselor...at, uh, a self-defense camp." i panic at the last second, realizing i never thought about what kind of camp i would fictitiously be a part of. the whole table bursts out into laughter.

through short breaths and a hearty laugh, ned pokes fun at me, "edie? teaching children how to kick someone's ass? look at you, you're like a soft pillowy little marshmallow." i stick my tongue out at him and cross my arms.

"hey, i wouldn't shut down the idea too fast, remember e's dad is like, an actual fbi agent. i'm sure he's taught her some stuff," peter chimes in, coming to my rescue. i nod along and hum a 'mhm', snickering inside at how much they don't know.

once i'm home, i pack my suitcase with all the things i think one would need to stay at a high tech superhero compound. i grab all of my knives and shove them into a utility pack, along with my suit.

my parents know where i'm going, and lucky for me they’re okay with it. well, at least my dad is.

my father, sam wolfe, works for a hidden branch of the fbi that trains government spies and the occasional assassin. thus being the reason i grew to be so good at combat. he would take me onto the roof of our building and have me shoot at targets and hit punching bags. we would practice for hours at a time, his booming voice critiquing my every move and decision as i worked. i've never been comfortable with a gun, so i stuck with knives and made that my craft.

i haven't seen my dad in a few months now. to 'protect' me and my family, we weren't allowed to know where my dad was going or why he had to leave in the first place. once mr. stark came into my life, he and my father became close, putting his trust in mr. stark to watch out for me whenever he was gone.

my mother on the other hand, she hates everything about it. she’s afraid of the world and all the things that lurk behind closed doors. when dad isn't around, we aren't allowed to talk about anything related to knives or fighting or tony stark. and for my nine-year-old brother's sake, i oblige.

pulling my bag onto my shoulder and lugging my suitcase through the hall, i meet my mother and brother in the living room. she meets my eyes with her cloudy ones and closes the distance between us with a strong hug. i chuckle at her before wrapping my arms around her plump frame.

"mom, it's okay-" i start, before she cuts me off, "shhh, edie. let me have this moment."

i shut up and continue to embrace my mom. i know this is hard for her, but she needs to understand that this is an amazing opportunity for me. i'm being put in charge of the avengers compound for the entire summer. i wish i could share this excitement with my dad, but i know he's happy for me, wherever he may be.

"edie, promise me you'll come home if you can't handle it. no one is going to judge you for that. you're only eighteen. i can't believe your father is letting you do this." my mother rambles as she pulls away from me. i smile at her and just nod my head.

my little brother looks over in our direction with a shy smile on his face. i ruffle his hair and pull him to me for a quick hug, "take care of mom for me, booger." i whisper into his ear. he gives me a simple nod and backs away.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. i pull it out to see a message from mr. stark.

'beep beep, i'm here'

i sigh and look up at my mom one last time, "that's my ride." she lets a single tear stroll down her cheek before wiping it away and shooing me out the door.

once out of the apartment, i lug my suitcase down the three flights of stairs and out onto the sidewalk. mr. stark is pulled up to the curb in his fancy black car. he rolls down the passenger side window and yells at me through it, "time to party, wolfie."

i stroll to the car and pull the back door open to throw my stuff down. then i hop into the front seat and look at mr. stark, "you know, you could have come in."

"yeah, well we all know your mother doesn't like me very much. i don't wanna poke the bear," he says as he pulls his sunglasses over his eyes and revs the engine, "let's get you to your new home for the next three months, shall we?"

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haddonfieldproject · 4 years

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1.2.25 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 1st, 7:17 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

“Oh my God I feel so much better!” Ophelia Tate said, leaning her seat back with a groan.

“Totally,” Jack seconded, pulling the station wagon into the parking lot of a Liberty Burger fast-food chain. “It's amazing how a shower can wake you up too, I hardly feel like I was up all night at all.”

He pulled the car into the drive-thru lane and rolled down the window.

“Now we can go check out the hospital first, and then sleep the rest of the day.” Ophelia said, sitting up straight to look over the menu board.

“So you’re saying taking a shower at the Truck Stop was a good idea?” Jack smiled.

“Maybe,” Ophelia rolled her eyes.

Jack threw his hands up in exasperation. “Come on? Can’t I get some credit?!”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day,” Ophelia smirked

“Welcome to Liberty Burger, can I take your order?!” The speaker below the menu board squawked.

“Hold on one second,” Jack called out, rolling his eyes at his wife. He turned to his son, who was sitting in the back with his ear-buds in again. “Damon, do you want anything?”

“Not from here,” he groaned.

“Well here is where we are so if you want anything to eat for breakfast, here is where it's coming from.” Jack replied and looked at his wife. “Thanks babe. Do you know what you would like?”

“Number six,” she answered, “no cream or sugar for the coffee, I don't want to be too jittery when I meet all of the staff.”

“Okay,” Jack called out to the speaker, and then he looked back at his son, “Damon?”

Damon rolled his eyes, “I guess an egg and cheese biscuit is fine.”

“Go ahead with your order,” the speaker barked.

“Do you want OJ to drink?” Jack asked his son.

“What time is it?” Ophelia asked, she picked up her phone and swiped to see if it had gotten enough charge yet to turn the thing on.

Nope...still dead.

“Fine,” Damon sighed.

“It's close to half passed seven,” Jack said to his wife and then leaned toward the speaker, “OK I'll have a number six combo...”

“What to drink with that?”

“Coffee please.”

“Cream and sugar for the coffee?”

“No thank you.”

“Okay.”

“I'll have a number eight, no combo, I don't want any hash browns.”

“OK.what else?”

“And I'll have a number four combo.”

“What to drink with that?”

“Orange juice.”

“OK..anything else?”

“I'd like another small OJ please.”

“OK..anything else?”

“No, that's it.”

“16.42, please drive around to the first window.”

🎃

Jack did, and before long they were cruising in town, munching on their fast food breakfast.

“I wish it wasn't still raining so hard, we could see the town better.” Jack said.

“It's pretty though,” Ophelia said, “look there's a post office.”

“Whole town looks like a Norman Rockwell painting,” Jack said.

“Who?”

“Norman Rockwell...he's got all the paintings in the doctors' offices, I'd figure you'd know who he is.”

Ophelia shook her head and pointed to her right. “That's like the tenth church we've driven by.”

“You know the one of the kid who's looking over his doctor's degree while taking off his pants because he's about to get a shot in the ass?” Jack asked.

“Oh yeah, I love that one, it's cute” Ophelia answered.

“That's Norman Rockwell.”

“This is the turn right?”

“Yep,” Jack answered, flicking the turn signal on and turning left at a traffic light with a green sign that read: OLD RESERVOIR RD E.

On the right they passed a LITTLE EGYPT CREDIT UNION. It has an electronic sign with a marquee. The letters on the sign read:

HUSKERS HOME THIS SAT

...and then changed again...

VS WCHS ‪730P‬

Ophelia was reading the sign when Jack tapped her shoulder. He was pointing to the left. There was a white sign that read C.R. 4679, as in the designation for the county road, and next to it, one of those familiar blue signs with the big white H, under which was an arrow pointing up.

“The hospital is right up here, we'll be there in a sec.” Jack said.

Ophelia pulled the sun visor down and looked at her face in the mirror, inspecting her bleary looking eyes, she saw Damon dozing in the back seat with his ear-buds in. She turned around and smacked his knee. His eyes opened.

“Take those things out of your ears we are---”

“Whaaa?” He interrupted, taking the ear bud out of his left ear.

“Turn that off, we are almost there.” She said.

“There's the cemetery,” Jack pointed across Ophelia toward the left.

Damon and Ophelia looked that way. Indeed there was a cemetery

REINCOURT ACRES, a sign read.

“That's one spooky ass cemetery,” Damon said quietly.

“Language,” Ophelia hissed.

“It's only because of the rain and fog,” Jack said.

“It's pretty creepy,” Ophelia agreed. “Bet you could catch a ghost or too in there.” She added.

“Whole damn place is a ghost town,” Damon said.

Ophelia laughed at the pun in spite of herself, “Language,” she said simply.

“It's small, nice, and away from everything,” Jack remarked, looking at Damon in his rear-view mirror, “Which will be good for you.”

Damon rolled his eyes.

“There's the hill,” Ophelia said, pointing straight ahead, “and a sign.” She was referring to the fact that the road they were traveling on took a sharp right turn, disappearing behind the bluff of a steep and rocky hill. A gravel road cut to the left, essentially forming a T-junction. A white rectangular sign with a black arrow and black lettering pointed to the left reading: FRENCHLICK RESERVOIR.

Under that was a blue sign with white lettering and an arrow pointing to the right reading: HADDONFIELD CO GEN HOSP.

Below that was a yellow diamond with a black arrow pointing to the right, under which was another rectangular yellow sign with black letters reading: CAUTION SHARP TURN 15 MPH.

Jack let off the gas and pointed to the left. “Apparently, from what I read online, the old reservoir down there for which this road was named dates back to when all of this was a French colony back in the---”

“JACK WATCH OUT!!” Ophelia screamed.

This was followed quickly by a gasp from Damon, “What...the...fuck!”

Jack and Ophelia didn't bother this time to correct their son's language.

Jack stood on the brakes. The car skidded for a few feet on the wet asphalt and came to an abrupt halt about twenty yards from the turn.

A woman...or maybe a young girl, was walking---staggering to be more exact--in the middle of the road. The rain matted her hair over her face, and also soaked through what looked like a hospital gown. It was so saturated in fact that it had become essentially see-through, and in the soft gray morning light, the red of her nipples was visible as well as the dark patch of her pubic hair. One of her arms was in some kind of metal brace and cast which gleamed in the light of the station wagon's headlights. Her other arm was covered in blood, which ran down the side of her bluish gray skin, and dripped from her fingertips.

“Oh my God,” Ophelia breathed. The figure looked very much like a ghost.

Ophelia opened the door and hopped out. Jack un-clicked his seat-belt and opened his door as well. “Stay here,” he said to Damon.

“Yeah right,” Damon replied, and opened his door also.

“Ma'am!?” Ophelia bellowed. The girl had no reaction except which to stagger to one side suddenly, seeming that she was about to fall over unto the wet road but she corrected herself, swaying momentarily the other way before righting. They could hear she was muttering something.

Ophelia reached her first. “Ma'am what is your name?” She reached out to her hesitantly. The girl was young—older teenager. Her face was busted up pretty bad, her nose most likely broken and it had already been set and bandaged, but the rain was peeling some of the bandage off now. There was bruising around the eyes suggesting it had happened some time before. Ophelia put her hand on her shoulders and the girl stopped walking. Jack splashed up beside her, followed by Damon.

“She must have escaped the hospital!” Jack called out.

No shit, Ophelia thought, “Ma'am, do you know where you are?”

The girl had stopped walking, but she kept muttering, but now they could hear what she was saying.

“We blew his ass up....we burned his ass....he's on fire but he's still walking...burn fucker...burn...”

Ophelia felt a tightening in her chest. She reached down and lifted the girl's right wrist with her left hand, it was the one with the brace and cast. The hospital band was wrapped around her forearm above the brace but the rain had smeared all of the lettering, she couldn't make anything out.

“These damn county-fried doctors!” Jack began, “They never know how much shit they're giving these patients. First thing you're gonna need to do Ophelia is monitor their...” he stopped suddenly, cocking his head to one side. “Wait. Do you smell smoke?”

“...blew his ass up....burned that fucker....still walking towards me though...just won't die....”

Damon sniffed, “Totally...and look!”

Ophelia took a whiff too. Definitely smoke.

She looked up to where Damon was pointing. Straight ahead from the direction the girl had been coming.

At first it looked kind of like fireflies, dancing out from behind the steep bluff of the hill. Damon took off running towards them, his father followed. Ophelia didn't need to follow to know what they were, she had seen a sight like that before when she had been working a forest fire outside of Woodsboro, California about two years before.

Embers.

Ophelia looked over the girl's hand. It was all tore up, broken fingers, a broken wrist, her pinky fingertip looked like it had been surgically re-attached. All of the wounds that had been stitched were oozing blood, suggesting she had gotten quite a workout with the arm since it had been patched up. She looked at her legs. Her knees were scraped up, and the front of her gown was filthy, as if she had crawled through the mud on her belly.

“Can you tell me your name?” She tried again. The girl still muttered.

“kept coming....even when he was on fire....I hope the fucker burns...we blew his ass up...”

“Holy shit!” Jack called out.

Damon and Jack had come around the hill. There---just as the maps and the descriptions on the internet had told them---about four hundred yards away and across a gated parking lot, was the hospital.

Or what was left of it.

It was a white rectangular building, pretty typical of any hospital in any town in America. At the top of the building, spanning it's face in blue lettering read: HADDONFIELD COUNTY-GENERAL MEDICAL CENTER. In the front center of the building was a large overhang marked with red lettering that read: EMERGENCY.

Below that you would assume to see the front doors of a lobby or annex of some kind. Instead, Damon and Jack saw a jagged hole, as if a bomb had exploded there. Out of the hole spit the flames of the most hellish inferno the two of them had every seen. Thick black smoke rose up out of the hole as well as out of some of the broken windows nearest to the front entrance. The parking lot was void except for two or three cars. Not an ambulance or fire truck to be seen. The two could actually feel the heat from the fire hitting their faces, even though they were so far away.

“Do you have your phone?” Jack asked his son, raising his voice over the relentless sound of the rain.

“It's in the car!” He yelled back.

“Go call ‪911‬!” his dad exclaimed.

Damon turned and sprinted back around the hill.

When he came in full view of the car, and his mom, and the young lady she was trying to talk to, whose bare ass he could now see hanging out of her sopped hospital gown, he held up. In the far distance beyond them, he could see the lights of a firetruck.

Two firetrucks..and maybe a police cruiser.

He began to hear the siren as well. They were coming towards them.

Ophelia squeezed the young girl's shoulders. “Honey, I can't help you if you don't tell me your name!” She said more firmly.

The girl's eyes settled on Ophelia's face for a moment, then rolled up into the back of her head. She tossed her head back and bellowed, “STOP FOLLOWING ME YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!”

Ophelia's heart skipped a beat.

Damon caught his breath.

The sirens grew louder.

Ophelia felt the girl go weak at the knees and she caught her, moving her hands down to hold her up by the armpits. “Whoa...easy.” She said.

The girl tossed her head back again and screamed a second time—- a blood curdling scream that slowly morphed into a wrack of cries and sobs.

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