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obae-me · 4 months

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Would He Peel The Orange?

(I hope this hasn't been done too much already, but I really wanted to do it) So, if you've been in the same internet circle as I've been in, you probably know about this trend that's going around right now where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them. It's supposed to kind of signify your partner's willingness to do something important to you, even if it seems mundane or even inconvenient for them. So of course, I wanted to imagine what our favorite boys would do in this scenario.

Note: This is just for silly goofy times. A little ha-ha funny jape, if you will. Meaning not serious. If I think a character would not peel an orange, I don't think they're suddenly toxic or would not love the MC or anything.

"Could you peel an orange for me?"

Lucifer

To those of you who say he is too prideful to peel an orange for you, do I need to point out that he is the eldest sibling? Not only that, but he's practically a single mom. He has Sloth as the baby brother of the family. Do you think Belphie peels his own oranges? No! Lucifer probably cuts the crusts off of his brother's sandwiches for heaven sakes.

Is it heaven sakes or heaven's sake?... I actually don't know

However, I do think he would get suspicious, especially if you're trying to film his reaction. He would raise an eyebrow and know that there's something more to you just wanting an orange. Is this orange cursed? Is this a prank? You'll have to convince him it's perfectly normal before he straight up refuses.

Is he going to get up from his desk or move away from work to go grab you an orange? Probably not. But if you bring it to him, he will peel it for you, giving you a weird- and maybe slightly judging- look the entire time.

He will peel it very nicely, but you would have to take the peel back to toss yourself all while demanding to know why you have such a smirk on your face.

If you explain it to him, he'll definitely get a bit smug. "Who knew all it would take to prove my love to you was peeling an orange? If you needed some assurance, I would've gladly provided more for you."

He wins this one. He peeled the orange.

But...he might be asking his own favor from you later. So, minus one point for that, but they do say the devil dances in dealings, so...

7/10

Mammon

"Huh? Why do you need me to peel it for you, your hands broken or somethin'? I'm not your damn maid."

He is already peeling the orange. He is somehow managing to grumble and act like he's not doing it while he is in the process of doing it.

And if you don't have oranges on hand? Just give him any excuse to go shopping and he will take it. And not only will he peel those oranges, he'll buy them for you too.

And sure maybe he's a little ditsy and might not know what the difference between an orange, a tangerine, and a clementine is (they're all orange, dammit), but he will be buying you ALL of them just in case.

Listen, he's a man with impulse problems and an intense desire to be your number one demon.

Did he probably spend the next few hours in the store getting himself stuff as well? Probably, yeah. He see shiny, he get shiny.

But don't worry. He will peel you that orange.

And you will be eating an assortment of orange colored fruits for the next few days.

Is...this a peach?

9/10

Levi

If he's gaming, probably not. Some games can't be paused. And it's not even that he doesn't want to, he'll probably be glad to do so, but he'll do it once this round is over.

And then he'll probably forget. Which, fair, I do it too. You get into the zone and then six hours have passed. Sometimes the measure of love can't always be held behind an orange.

However!

If a controller is not in his hand and his mind is not occupied by several random colorful flashes, he might peel the orange.

BUT

If too many other people are around, he might get anxiety.

You know when you somehow manage to fumble peeling an orange? You can't manage to break the peel properly or you end up dropping it and looking like a fool?

If you've never had performance anxiety over peeling an orange, you... well that's actually really good, you must have a much more peaceful mind-- but it exists for us anxious people, okay?! It's too much pressure!

In the end, he's very situational! But that doesn't mean he refuses to peel you an orange! It would actually make him very happy to do that for you...

5/10

Satan

Very confused. Will ask too many questions before he does anything.

Are you hurt? Is the peel too tough for human fingers? If you're having a hard time using your fingers, why not get a knife or a tool to assist you? Why are you in his room rather than the kitchen? Is that not a waste of energy? What if he'd not been here, would you have wandered around?

He doesn't get it. He means well though.

He might get a little irritated, not so much at you as at himself. He feels like he's missing something.

Is this some form of human bonding? Are you afraid of the orange? What secrets does it hold?

He will peel it for you. He'll even put his book down to do so.

But please answer his questions, he can't find the logic in seeking him out just to peel a fruit for you. He can list off several other more efficient methods.

If you explain it to him, you'll see him visibly relax. So there was some deeper meaning.

Although now he might think that this form of act is some sort of love declaration. Prepare to have him peel and/or cut all your fruits from now on. Which... is actually kind of sweet. What a gentleman.

8/10

Asmo

No... with his nails?! Please. I've only worn fake nails like twice in my entire life, and doing anything like that with those little suckers hurts like hell. Why?? Tried to open a can once and thought my real nail would peel right off.

And even if he's not wearing fake nails, getting that pulpy orange peel underneath your fingernails?! Having the juice make your fingers all sticky? No. Awful. Bad texture. I've always headcanoned Asmo with texture issues, and if his are even close to being like mine, it's gonna be a no.

BUT

If you want an orange so badly, I can guarantee he knows all these cute little places around town that make delicious fruit selections! He'd probably go out and get you one of those beautiful and decorative edible fruit arrangements and make sure they somehow include lots of orange.

Or, if you don't want that and you just want a normal orange right NOW, he'll charm someone else to peel it for you, hon. Don't even worry.

And once it's peeled, to make up for not doing it himself, he'll be all to happy to feed it to you if you want him to. ~

Never underestimate the lengths he'll go to provide for you and himself at the same time.

6.5/10 I appreciate the hustle.

Beel

I... I mean... he's gonna eat it.

Love the man to death, but if you hand him an orange before you fully preface that it's yours and you just want it peeled, it's gone. He probably didn't even peel it before he ate it too. Probably just eats it like an apple.

But, but, but, he'll get you a new one. So please don't look so sad...

It might be best if you accompany him just in case, but he'll absolutely get you another one. Besides, he wants more himself now, that first one was delicious.

He'll gather a whole basket of oranges and you can share them together.

One slice for you...five for him. Another slice for you...

It make take a minute to get a full orange's worth, but it's about the attempt and the time spent. And he's technically actually peeling SO many oranges for you.

I'd also like to point out that I have actually written out a scene in one of my stories where Beel actually EXACTLY peels an orange FOR MC. WAY before this trend was a thing.

--Eventually he came across an orange, peeling off the wax shell meant to serve as extra preservation. Citrus flooded your nose. Your mouth actually watered at the scent, watching Beel strip the fruit before peeling it apart. A sniff, and then it was actually handed to you.

So he would! 100 times over! Even in my silly little side story where everyone is nearly on the brink of death and in a freezing wasteland, he would still peel an orange for you!

10/10 Minus one point for eating your orange first, plus one point for peeling you an orange in another universe.

Belphie

Y...yeah, no. No, he won't.

Or there's at least a very slim chance he will. He does get in weird moods sometimes where he wants to pamper you, but that's on his own terms and his own time.

He doesn't even peel his own oranges, as I previously stated in Lucifer's section.

If you just waltz up to him and ask him to peel it for you...there's a 95% chance he will not. Most of it being due to him being asleep. You would probably have a better chance trying to train him to peel an orange while sleepwalking. That might work. Would also probably make a good party trick.

But, he's weird at remembering details like this. Even if he doesn't act on it right now, it will be logged in his memory. You could mention something briefly once seven months ago and he'll bring it up to you and remember the conversation completely like it happened yesterday.

So, even if he doesn't peel the orange now, when he's in the mood, maybe after his nap, maybe the next day, maybe two weeks after in which you had forgotten it, he will bring you a peeled orange.

Either that or he'll do what Asmo does and make someone else peel it for you.

3/10

Diavolo

You want him to peel your orange for you? You mean... he gets to treat someone like that for once?! ABSOLUTELY.

He is all too happy to peel you an orange! This is like, groundbreaking for him. He gets to provide! Gets to hand you a tiny fruit, broken and prepared with his own two hands! Is this how Barbatos feels when he cooks?

How does one exactly peel an orange, though?... He's seen them whole like this before, but they're typically already in strips when he gets around to eating them.

Break the skin? What, like an egg?

Well...there goes your orange.

On the bright side, it seems he's very good at making orange juice.

But fear not! He'll have Barbatos bring another one!

Wait...look, see, they come pre-peeled. Oh...you mean Barbatos has been peeling all his fruits for him this entire time? He's never known the joyful luxury of unveiling and working for the literal fruits of his labor?! This will change today.

Get another orange, unpeeled, and he will do it himself this time!

It might take some personal discovery and some patience before he peels you an orange, but it will get done, he swears it!

11/10 Plus one point for wholesome life lessons and sheer determination.

Barbatos

An orange? Just a plain orange? If you wait just a moment, he could have an orange chiffon cake, or would you perhaps prefer some orange panna cotta? Orange Merengue pie? Pound cake? Made into a buttercream? A pudding? A sorbet? A sherbet? Served as a juice? Main flavor or just as a zest? Would you like a meal before dessert? Or he could always find healthier options for oranges? Would you like him to list of those options as well?

Okay, so... he overcorrects a little bit.

Bottom line is, he'd peel you an orange. He'd make an entire seven course meal based around oranges. Make it all the color orange if you'd prefer.

Like I said though, he tends to overdo it.

He falls into his royal butlery habits and misses the fact that this is supposed to be so important to you because it's so simple. Although it's cute the way an ever powerful ever perfect being can miss such a detail.

You might have to put your foot down a bit and not let yourself get carried away in the splendor. You just want this orange. This one orange, and if he could just peel it for you, that's all you want.

So he'll take his gloves off and peel it for you. He'll make sure all the extra little white strands are plucked off as well. And he double checks it for seeds.

Are you sure this is all you want? "I guess something so simple can often be taken for granted. I forget that sometimes."

12/10 He'll probably still end up making you several other orange treats and he learned a valuable lesson today. It's a win for everyone.

Simeon

Are you kidding me?

This man probably brought the orange with him. You probably didn't even need to bring it up! He's single dad with two one kid and a sorcerer. He's like that sweet mom who always has certain things on hand. Medicine? Bandages? Spare cash? Candy? Gum? He's got it. He puts the Guardian in guardian angel.

You want that orange? He'll peel that orange, you just hold on. Let's make sure your hands are clean. Use this hand sanitizer he brought with him. Here, have a granola bar while you're at it. Are you hungry? You didn't skip lunch, did you? Here, take this water bottle, you look a bit dehydrated.

Oh dear, and your hands feel so dry! Here, he brought some lotion.

This angel is 100% fully here for you. You are about to be so taken care of.

Not even oranges. You want your apples fully peeled and sliced? Got it. Want something pitted? He can do that too. He'd be willing to stain his fingers and clothes on a pomegranate for you. How is he doing this even outside of the house? Magic or something probably.

He'd pack you an orange in a cute little bag with a hand written note and a short poem.

This man is a real one.

100/10 He definitely thinks that LOL means lots of love.

Solomon

Are...you sure you know what you're doing? He will absolutely peel you an orange, but at what cost?

If you're not careful, not only will he peel you an orange, but he'll add some of his Special Solomon Spices to make your experience all the more... thrilling.

Quite like how thrilling bungee jumping in the dark could be...

Also, he might just try to peel it with magic, which, while nice of him, defeats the purpose of the entire test.

You'll have to specify he's to do it by hand, and keep an unblinking, ever-careful eye on him to make sure he doesn't 'enhance' the flavor.

But, all in all, he does it. Quite happily too, one might add.

Are you sure you just want an orange? He'd be glad to whip something up for you if you're feeling peckish!

You kind of... tempt fate with this one.

2/10 One point for wanting to peel the orange, one point for trying to go the extra mile. But... well... Will you survive is the thing? You might want to try to measure his love for you using different non-edible methods.

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dnpbeats · 2 months

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so much about why dan loves phil and how phil changed him but what about how phil loves dan??

Okay. When I first read this ask I was like "I got nothing" lol. now obviously not because I think phil doesn't love dan, clearly I believe that he does. but you'll notice that everything I said in my dan loving gremlin phil post was based on things that dan has said. and when it comes to phil, that man is SILENT!! he keeps his mouth shut. so I was like I have nothing to extrapolate from here. but! then I realized that's not true!! bc I think phil is very obvious with his actions!

and honestly just the fact that phil lets us see how much he loves dan through his actions speaks volumes in and of itself. because phil has said so many times that he's a private person, wants to keep any relationship he has private, etc., and I think he's proved that he's serious about that based on the fact that he hasn't said jack shit about dan in the way that dan has said stuff about him.

and yet, phil SHOWS so much how he cares for dan!!! and he says things that allow us to read between the lines! like phil buying the japan tickets and surprising dan with them in 2015. we know that dan is not an impulsive person at all and likes everything to be meticulously planned out. phil knew dan was never gonna bite the bullet so phil was just like "well this is a thing that's happening now" (see also: 2009, phil telling dan to buy tickets to come visit him for the first time and 2023, phil making dan come back to the gaming channel because he knew it would be enjoyable for him again). he just knows dan so well and loves him sm that he doesn't let dan stand in the way of his own happiness. and even though phil is private he allows us see how much he cares for dan, he doesn't try to hide it at all

and then just things like. phil telling the bbc he wanted dan to do the radio show with him. phil calling dan up on stage at the boncas. phil just randomly mentioning dan on his channel(/having dan be there) while giving no context bc at this point he expects everyone to just Know who dan is. phil talking about how proud he is of dan and his book at the end of the hair cutting video bc he knew dan wouldn't let him get away with saying that shit in front of him but he just had to say it.

okay and in terms how dan has changed him/bettered him. I do not think phil was necessarily an unconfident person/struggled in the same way dan did but like obviously everyone is gonna have their own insecurities. but I really truly believe that dan just, lets phil be phil. I was rewatching some of the ditl videos the other day, and in the manchester ditl there's the iconic "phil's in his own little world again" with the fondest laugh ever. but then! london ditl, dan saying yes phil should go climb on the lion and then filming him running over to it (and then being annoyed at the guy who told phil to get off LMAO). japan ditl dan telling phil to go run over towards the bird. do you catch my drift? like phil's a lil quirky but dan doesn't love him in spite of it he loves him because of it!! he encourages phil's phil-isms bc he loves them! and then also just little things like when phil swallowed the glue and dan knew he was anxious so he talked with the paramedic and then texted phil everything that they said and that he was gonna be fine!! I think dan is probably a voice of reassurance for phil a lot. like they just both know each other so well and they know exactly what the other needs, yk?

sorry that I let this sit in my ask box for almost a week anon I just had a lot of thoughts to collect but yeah <3 that's all

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thefreakandthehair · 6 months

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@eddiemonth prompt, oct 28th: Ghost Hunting | Seven Devils - Florence and the Machine | Frantic read on ao3 + masterpost | tumblr masterlist

“Wait,” Eddie pauses and whips around, nearly knocking everything off of Steve’s kitchen counter. “You don’t believe in ghosts?”

It just doesn’t make any sense– after all they’ve seen? After all Steve’s seen? How can he not believe in ghosts?

Steve shrugs and pops another Pringle in his mouth as he leans against the counter next to Eddie. “No, why? Do you?”

Eddie’s eyes bulge and Steve rolls his own. “Do I believe in ghosts? The guy who got eaten alive by demon bats in a funhouse mirror version of our current waking world? How do you not?!”

“The Upside Down was created, Ed,” Steve laughs and eats another chip, speaking with his mouth full. “Ghosts though? Like, spirits and the afterlife and all of that? I just don’t buy into it.”

“That doesn’t make any kind of sense, Harrington. So you’d just walk into a haunted place or whatever, fearless?”

Crumbs fall from his chest as he brushes them off his shirt Like most things Steve does these days, it’s cute and Eddie wants to beat himself over the head with that Pringles can for the thought.

Steve nods and licks the leftover Pringle dust from his fingers. Eddie tracks the movement subconsciously. “I guess so, yeah. Why, you wanna go ghost hunting or something?”

Well, there’s an idea. Does he want to test the waters of the underworld again? No, not really. But does the idea of spending more time with Steve speak to his particular brand of impulsivity?

It sure does, which is why he responds with glee.

“Hell yeah!”

Dustin hooks them up with some sort of special camera and instructions that go way over both Eddie and Steve’s heads before calling them both idiots and sending them on their way.

And as they approach the old cemetery, Eddie starts to agree with him.

Barren trees wave hello with decrepit branches and the gate clatters in the wind. A cool breeze whips through them, cutting Eddie to the bone and he sees Steve shiver next to him out of the corner of his eye.

“Place is bigger than I thought,” Steve says. “How many people do you think are dead here?”

“Hopefully of ‘em,” Eddie teases. “Nervous yet, big boy?”

Eddie bumps their shoulders together and turns to see Steve pull his jacket around him tighter. Like Eddie, the chill hits differently these days, something about the nerve damage from their Upside Down battle scars. It’s hard not to reach out and

Steve scoffs with his arms crossed over his chest and nudges him back. “Not even a little. Let’s get this over with before we freeze to death.”

Eddie manages to lose Steve in the supposedly haunted cemetery. He’s not sure how it happens– one minute, he’s tracking something that popped up on the camera and the next, he’s alone in a mossy, overgrown corner of the graveyard with nothing but tombstones for company.

“Steve?” Eddie calls out into the wind.

Nothing.

He tries not to let panic set in.

He’s just veered off course, that’s all. If he retraces his steps, he’ll find himself back to the main path and find Steve, probably annoyed that he’s been stuck waiting. An easy enough task, if he knew which direction he’d come from– the hyperfocus on the camera makes it difficult to reorient himself.

“Steve?” He yells out again, louder this time as he walks back in what he thinks is the right direction.

Eddie’s heart starts racing a bit faster, frantic energy thumping in his chest and down to his stomach as he turns in a circle. Nothing but gravestones and epitaphs as far as the eye can see. Another chill takes him by surprise and every hair on the back of his neck stands at attention, probably a placebo response but eerie and unsettling just the same.

“Steve, where are you?” He yells again, marching forward and up a small hill he’s fairly certain he’d nearly stumbled down when watching the camera screen.

As he clears the hill, Eddie looks across the bleak expanse of dead grass and dreary landscape, searching for a glimpse of Steve.

“Steve! Can you hear me?” His voice breaks, quieter than the last few calls.

When he finds nothing, he starts to walk a little faster, his feet crunching dried up leaves that litter the ground beneath him. Silence envelopes him, loud and consuming, broken only by the sound of his breath.

Whirling around a tree, he finds himself at another deadend and feels the panic he’s tamped down into a shallow grave begin to claw its way out.

He knows that Steve can handle himself– he’s seen it for himself, after all– but even outside of ghosts, outside of the Upside Down, there are still certain consequences to being seen out in public with Eddie.

The town has been none too kind, even with his name being cleared, and Eddie knows all too well what they’re capable of. Images of Steve beaten and bloodied somewhere in the cemetery, whether by monsters or humans, plague him. Rage and terror seep into his thoughts as he shivers against the wind.

“What the fuck!” Eddie screams and whips around, dropping the camera as his hands ball into fists when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, it’s just me, are you alright?” Steve’s eyes widen and he puts up both hands in a faux display of surrender.

He releases a breath he hasn’t realized he’s been holding and folds forward, one hand on Steve’s shoulder and the other bracing himself on his own knee.

“Yep, all good here, never better, Stevie.” Eddie wheezes out, offering a thumbs up without looking.

“You sure? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost… that wasn’t supposed to be a pun.”

Eddie looks up at Steve to find him smiling down at him, soft and crooked, his absolute favorite– the only beam of light and color in this desolate cemetery.

“Wow, that was lame, even for you.”

Steve’s smile only grows wider. “Seriously though, did you see something? I turned around and you were just, poof. Gone.”

“Didn’t you hear me yelling for you? I got caught up tracking what I thought was something worth tracking and got myself lost as shit.”

Eddie watches as Steve’s smile turns to a grimace. “Hearing’s not great these days. Guess I uh, took a few too many hits to the head. Sorry.”

“Dude, I didn’t know that. And don’t apologize,” Eddie starts, standing up straight but not dropping his hand from Steve’s shoulder. “I’m the one that wandered off. Wayne jokes he wanted to put me on a leash when I was a kid because of it.”

“You know, that makes sense.” Steve’s smile returns and Eddie mentally pats himself on the back. “Anyways, see anything worth the trip?”

Eddie steps closer, equal parts emboldened and weakened by the adrenaline, and pulls Steve into a hug. If Steve ever asks him why, he’ll write it off as the come-down from hysteria but he needs to feel Steve’s heartbeat more than his own right now. One arm around his neck, the other around his waist, and Eddie just… squeezes.

He doesn’t expect Steve to hug him back.

To his surprise, he feels Steve’s arms come up and pull him tight, one around his waist and the other wrapping around his upper back, one hand resting carefully on the back of his head. Eddie inhales the scent of what’s left of Steve’s cologne and lets himself rest, the throbbing of his heart synchronizing with Steve’s.

It’s a lovely fantasy, pretending this isn’t just Steve being Steve and comforting someone who looks like Hell.

Too soon, Steve pulls back, both hands still in place but their bodies just inches apart. Under the moonlight, Steve’s eyes sparkle and his hair glistens, shades of copper and hazel, two of Eddie’s new favorite colors.

He swallows and nods in delayed response to Steve’s question.

“Yeah, yeah I definitely did. You?"

Something different coats Steve's expression, something soft and fond– tender, even– and Eddie isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Or of the warmth that blooms in his chest. Steve moves one hand to brush a clump of Eddie's hair out of his face and cradles Eddie's cheek, far too delicate for him to understand.

"No ghosts, but yeah. Definitely found something worth the trip."

Eddie swallows and watches as Steve comes closer, and then closer still. Closer until his lips graze Eddie's, a silent question, one that Eddie returns without hesitation.

When Eddie nearly kissed Steve in the Upside Down, he'd imagined it full of desperation and fear, terror and hopelessness. Now, still surrounded by ghosts but none that can touch them, their first kiss is vibrant– full of light, full of life in stark contrast to their surroundings.

Like their hug, it's over too soon, pulling apart and resting their foreheads against one another. Steve laughs, a low rumble in his chest and shakes his head. "Please tell me we don't have to tell our friends our first day was in a cemetery?"

Eddie smiles and nods. "Of course we do. Can't imagine anything more metal."

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the-final-sif · 4 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream and Ponk discuss their experiences with Sam

@sixteenth-day-event "What happened to your arm?"

The question came out of nowhere. It was an impulse. A stupid one. Dream wasn't really expecting a response.

Surprisingly, Ponk's eyes blinked open. They weren't red anymore (thank god), but they were fuzzy and unfocused still. Several seconds ticked by before Ponk managed to rasp out a response.

"Sam."

It was just one word, but it was the most that Dream had gotten out of him so far. He would dismiss it as a quirk of timing, but from Punz's recounting, talking about shit had helped ground him and pull him back from the Egg. Alright. So Dream just needed to keep this going.

"Weren't you two dating?" He could swear he remembered that. Ponk huffed a dry laugh.

"Were. Broke up af'er he cut m' fuckin' arm 'ff."

"That uh- makes sense." Great. A+ conversation. God fucking dammit. Okay, refocus here.

"Was there like, a reason? Or did he just get bored?" That sounded harsher than he meant for it to, but too late now.

Ponk's gaze went hazy for a moment, too far maybe? Before he managed to shake his head, bringing himself back down.

"Stole the prison keys. Wasn't eve' tryin' to do much. He'd been ignorin' me. Thought it was funny. Thought I might go visit you or somethin'. He freaked out. Never thought- Never thought he'd do something like this." As he finished speaking, Ponk managed to lift his good hand just barely and gesture at his stump.

Ah. Dream wasn't sure how he felt about that. Was it better? That it hadn't been just him. Who thought Sam could be trusted and was wrong? Or was it worse? That it all came back to Dream himself in the end. Something corrupting, corroding, ruining everything he came into contact with?

A question for another time maybe.

"That sucks." Okay, he winced at that one. "Sorry- uh, I didn't. I didn't think he'd do something like that either. Before."

It said a little more than he wanted to say. Ponk, of course, had recovered enough to catch on. Eyes now focusing in on him. Taking him in and judging. Dream clenched his jaw and tried to ignore the weight of an old friend's gaze. Tried to change the subject.

"You feel up for some water?"

Thankfully, Ponk let the topic drop in favor of nodding. Probably parched by now. Dream pushed himself to his feet and grabbed the spill proof bottle that Punz had left. They were ready for this.

He held it out carefully, trying his best to control the shaking in his own hands. From how Ponk's eyes narrowed, he didn't quite manage it.

The light in here was soft, and Dream had been hoping that would hide his scarred hands. Not from Ponk's eyes though, as the other carefully took the water bottle, drinking from it in long gulps.

By the time it was finished, Dream had returned to his spot on the far side of the room, right by the door so he could get out if he needed to. Not that he would need to. Ponk wasn't infected anymore, the guy could hardly lift a bottle.

The silence stretched out between them, until finally, Ponk spoke again, eyes watching Dream's hands far too closely.

"Is it fucked up if I'm glad it wasn't just me? That he- It was him. I mean, I knew he was the one that fucked up. He cut my fucking arm off over some fucking keycards. But- I mean- He kept trying to act like it wasn't a big deal. Like I should just ignore what he did to me. Like it was all my fault. I didn't buy it- but- I mean- God, I'm not sure what I mean."

Something inside Dream wanted to break. Wanted to shatter apart. Wanted to scream and cry and-

"It's okay." Dream replied, his voice far more shaky than he would've liked. "I get it." That might be a lie. Both statements might be lies.

"I'm glad it wasn't just me either." Dream said, because it was what he needed to say.

Maybe one day he'd be able to figure out if he meant it.

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cryptidcasanova · 2 years

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Master of Mortals

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Female Reader

I just needed some deceptively handsome vampire content on my dash. This is my own contribution to Hellfire Haunts - Vampire!Eddie with prompt #2.

Summary: Eddie has made his fair share of sacrifices for Hawkins, and he’s hungry for his friends to return the favor.

Warnings: 18+ content. Vampirism, Glamour, Seduction. Dark!Eddie, Soft!dark toward the reader, Violence implied.

Words: 3k

It was the middle of the night when you heard it, your name frantically being called over the walkie.

You kept one on your dresser just in case there was trouble. And in Hawkins, there was always trouble.

"This is an emergency -"

"SOS -"

Henderson.

You groaned into your pillow, your mind struggling to wake up. You worked all day and weren't happy about them bugging you in the middle of the night-

"You need to get out of there-"

"-Don't let anyone in your house!" Steve's voice was urgent in the background.

"-It's Eddie-"

When the muddled voices finally resonated, your eyes burst open. You scrambled up, getting tangled in the sheets as you pushed yourself out of bed.

You couldn't get to the walkie-talkie fast enough.

"What do you mean, it's Eddie?" You all but spat into the box.

But the line was silent.

"Come on, you guys, this isn't funny." You groaned, hitting the plastic when no one answered. "Guys?"

You cursed under your breath.

Why would they say something like that? They couldn't just throw around Eddie's name and leave you high and dry. Why would they do that to you? Your anger simmered into muted anxiety, and you paced back and forth to calm down.

It had been – shit – it had been months since Vecna disappeared.

Spring break had come and gone, and the summer turned to fall. Hawkins was starting to put itself back together again.

But you could still see it when you closed your eyes.

You could see Eddie cutting the tether between the upside down and Hawkins, how your lifeline to the other side fell to your feet in Eddie's trailer. Your heart was beating in your throat.

The look he gave you was devastating.

He was going to keep the demo-bats distracted. He was buying more time for everyone.

He wasn't coming back.

But you and Dustin couldn't just leave him there. And then, when you finally helped Dustin get back over, letting him crawl over your shoulders before falling into the upside-down, he abandoned you too.

You were supposed to work together to go fight against the demo bats with Eddie.

But they abandoned you. Dustin was too young, too impulsive to think of what he was doing. He didn't think about how helpless you felt – you couldn't get back there alone.

And Eddie never came back.

You never quite recovered from it.

You loved the freak of Hawkins, and he knew it. Everyone knew it. Eddie knew it, and he cut the rope anyway.

He was the hero he never had the chance to be. Your belly ached. You never got to say goodbye.

You turned off the walkie, setting it down a little too hard against the wood. The dull throb of a headache made itself known. You coaxed your legs down the hall to the kitchen.

Tylenol - then back to bed. If you could get back to bed.

The house was quiet, except for the tap water filling your cup and pills clacking against each other in the bottle. And then, when you finally turned around to head back to your room, you dropped the cup.

What you thought was a shadow in the living room was no shadow at all. The shadow was moving, stalking closer to you with careful steps.

You could have sworn your heart stopped for a moment.

"Eddie?"

Eddie Munson was standing in the middle of your living room, looking the same as the day he left.

The same as when the gates closed.

His hair was free from his bandana, and his hellfire shirt was torn to shreds. Even then, his eyes were just as devastating as you remembered. He exhaled, and the curve of his lips were slightly parted.

You thought you were going to cry.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" The hint of a grin lingered on his cheeks, and he took a step closer.

Fear gripped the corners of your mind, and you took a half step back before hitting the kitchen counter. You shook your head in disbelief.

You had finally lost your goddamned mind.

Those big brown eyes possessed a power you'd never seen before. His features were sharper, his movements more calculated, but the soft smile on his lips was grounding.

You were too afraid to move, fearful that you would wake up.

It was a dream. It must have been a terrible, heartbreaking dream.

"I'm here, baby," Eddie whispered, lifting his hands in surrender. It was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. "It's okay, really. I'm not going anywhere."

He closed the distance until you were face to face, and your eyes traveled the space he took up in disbelief.

He reached out to you.

Eddie could feel the shift in your heartbeat as his fingers danced along your skin. He took your hand, lingering there before gliding it up your arm and cupping your cheek.

It was agonizing.

His touch was powerful - soothing the burn in your heart, and you didn't even know it. Eddie could lessen that pain, the ache in your veins. He never meant to be the cause of it.

And now, he exuded a confident, cunning power. He was going to protect you. This time, he was going to take care of you.

And when he finally lulled you into his embrace, you were defenseless to it.

He smelled like iron and smoke, and his hold on you was stronger than you could have ever hoped for. You were going to crumble there into a pile at his feet.

"I lost you," Your defeat was heartbreaking. "I couldn't get to you."

The gate closed before you ever had the chance.

But Eddie was going to make you forget all about it. He would wrap you up in all the affection you deserved and help you forget all your worries.

"I shouldn't have scared you," He almost purred, his words lulling you in close. "I shouldn't have left you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

And he meant it. He leaned in closer, holding you like you would disappear if he let go. His hands were strong, cupping your waist.

"I'm going to make it right. I'll make it up to you," He urged, whispering the words into the nape of your neck. "I promise. Come away with me."

The agonizing, depraved feeling in his chest finally subsided.

Eddie missed you. He ached for you.

When he pulled back, his dark eyes were locked on your face. He was hypnotizing.

Eddie was mapping and memorizing everything. His hand cupped your cheek, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip before giving you the softest kiss you'd ever had. It was a whisper against your skin. And then, after a slow blink, he pulled back.

"Don't even think about it, Harrington."

You couldn't have known that Steve Harrington broke into your house. He had snuck up behind Eddie, a jagged piece of wood in his grip. He was close to Eddie, too close.

"Let her go."

Steve was brave, naively, so.

But Steve didn't know what he was dealing with. Harrington called your name, but you were still locked on Eddie's intense gaze.

"It's not real," Steve urged, calling your name again. "Snap out of it."

But Eddie's eyes were reeling you in. He was begging you to stay. His gentle smile and the soft curve of his nose were too good to be true.

Eddie was alive.

"Whatever you're seeing, whatever he told you, it's not real." You blinked out of it when you heard Nancy Wheeler's voice pierce through the room.

They were in your house. They were all in your house.

The illusion dissolved as Eddie's expression shifted into a snarl.

In an instant, everything changed. His hair was darker and wilder than you remembered. Eddie's skin was pale, and the fingers hooked under your jaw were sharp claws. Dark trails of blood covered his shirt, and as your focus shifted back to his face, you froze in fear.

It was all a lie. This wasn't your Eddie at all.

His bone structure had changed. The features of his face were sharp, his cheeks gaunt. His brow bone was pushed out, and his eyes were tortuous. They were dark, almost red, and glowing regardless of the lack of light in the room. The bridge of his nose led you down to his lips, parted in a dissatisfied snarl to show you two sharp canines.

Fangs.

Blood was splattered down the corners of his mouth. It rolled down his chin all the way down his neck.

His grip on you was unforgiving.

He was too close.

Oh god.

"Come on, sweetheart," He tormented, his voice a soft contrast to the long, clawed fingernail tracing the curve of your jaw. "Don't be scared. It's just me. Just look at me."

His glamour was powerful and frightening. Your shock was unsettling, and he could taste it in the air. But you didn't jump away from him. Maybe he had a stronger hold than he realized.

Or maybe it was you. Perhaps you were just as devoted to him all along.

"I was so scared, sweetheart." He whispered again. "Scared and alone. And then it was so cold." He remembered, his fingers digging into your skin. "It was so cold. I couldn't get back through the gate. The trailer was locked tight, and I couldn't get back to you."

You were choked up listening to the emotion in his voice.

"What happened to you?" You were stunned, finally finding your voice. "Eds, what did they do to you?"

Eddie shook his head in your direction.

It didn't matter what happened. It didn't matter that he had spent months dazed and confused. It didn't matter then that he didn't feel hunger or the need to rest in the upside-down. It didn't matter that he spent so much time walking, running like a bat out of hell to find an open gate.

And when he finally found an open gate? He took the first chance he got out of there.

He stepped out into the night more alive than he ever felt. The lights were brighter. The sounds were louder. The upside-down muffled him to just how different he was.

And he was hungry.

It didn't matter that he left a trail of bodies from Memphis to Hawkins. It didn't matter that he could only travel by night or that he'd have to find his own means to get back home.

He should have gone to you first.

He shouldn't have stopped at Dustin's house on the way to yours. He shouldn't have tried to explain - Henderson could only see what Eddie had become.

He was one of the monsters from his campaigns.

But none of it mattered now. You mattered to him, and he would find redemption in you.

Eddie called your name again.

"Come with me, please," He all but begged, the low lull of his words dragging you under.

Eddie had been alone for so long. He had always been lonely, but not like this. You could see the hint of a tremor in his lip.

"Get away from her," Steve warned, and you watched as Eddie's expression shifted.

The soft-spoken, lovable man you knew turned into something dangerous. The smirk on his lips was vile.

He let his hand fall away from your face before turning, cornering you between him and the counter while he glared daggers at Steve.

"What are you afraid of, big boy?" His tease was sinister, his lips curling up. "I don't bite."

And before you could blink, Eddie was there, sneaking behind Steve and pulling the wooden stake out of his hands. He moved faster than could be explained, cracking the wood in his hands before letting the woodchips and sawdust fall to the floor.

He wasn't only fast, but he was strong, too.

Eddie had backed Steve into the wall, clacking against the pictures you hung with a groan. It was similar to how they first met at Reefer Ricks. Things were so much simpler then. Back then, Eddie was terrified. But now, he was terrifying.

He was all teeth and claws, his eyes glowing against Steve's brown ones.

"You don't know what it's like, Harrington," Eddie growled, his eyes trailing down to Steve's frantic pulse. "To have everything change in an instant. You know the freaks come out at night. Don't you judge me."

The whisper died on his tongue as he shoved Steve down to the carpet. The sound of a cocking shotgun made you spin; in a flash, your eyes were on Nancy. She was defending Steve. She was going to –

"No, no!" You called out as she aimed the double barrel. "No, Nancy, not like this."

You pleaded with her, and in a fraction of a moment, she looked away from Eddie. He made his move.

He reached for the gun, yanking it out of her grasp. He bent the metal barrels together, with what little effort it would have taken you to break a toothpick, before letting it fall to the floor.

Eddie let out a bitter sigh. His disappointment was potent, suffocating the room.

Nancy changed her tune, rushing over to Steve's side while keeping an eye on Eddie. They never stood a chance. Eddie ran a frustrated hand through his hair, urging himself to calm down.

He took a step back towards the kitchen, gaining your attention.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this," He admitted.

Before your eyes, you watched as the violent mirth faded from his expression. Sharp canines turned dull, and you watched as the structure of his face softened.

"Come with me, sweetheart, and no one will get hurt." It wasn't a choice, not for Eddie. He wasn't going to leave without you.

You covered your mouth with your hand. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Until ten minutes ago, you thought he was dead, but he was there. Someway somehow, he was there. As you looked at him, your eyes went wide in realization.

The demo bats. They changed him.

"Eds," Your eyes were brimming with tears as you stepped toward him. "They hurt you bad, baby. There's," your voice broke, "There's got to be something we can do."

You almost barreled into him regardless of the sirens going off in your head to back away. You couldn't let him hurt your friends.

You cradled Eddie's face in your hands, your heart pounding at the discovery.

"There's got to be something we can do." You pleaded again.

Eddie placed his hands over your own. His rings were just as cold as his skin, and he shook his head with a sad grin.

"Look at me, angel," He urged, pulling you back into his potent stare. "I'm not going to hurt them, but I can't stay here." He rubbed his thumbs against the backs of your hands, listening to how your breathing calmed at his touch. He could make it work.

"I promised I'd make it up to you, but we have to go."

His words were calculated and decisive. Steve and Nancy watched as you blinked, but your eyes were far away. Eddie was giving you an ultimatum. You'd have to turn yourself over to save your friends. He wasn't after them; he came for you.

You didn't even look over at your friends before nodding. "Okay, Eddie. Okay."

Their reactions were instantaneous.

"You can't-"

"Don't!-"

Nancy and Steve shouted in sync, but all Eddie could do was offer them the hint of a scowl as he lowered his hands from yours. Your heartbeat was steady. He convinced you to go. And as he ushered you out the back door from the kitchen to the backyard, he gave Steve and Nancy a weighted stare.

"Don't fuck this up for me," Eddie warned with venom. He was pointing a ringed finger at them. "Or this won't end well for you; for any of you."

Eddie remembered everything he sacrificed when they faced Vecna, and by the look in their eyes, they remembered it too. He did it for them. He helped save Hawkins for them.

This was the least they could do.

Their hearts ached, letting their heads hang low as Eddie walked out the door behind you. Steve put his hand around Nancy's shoulder when he heard her sniffle.

It wasn't a moment later that Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Robin busted through the front door with stakes and squirt guns filled with holy water. Robin had two bundles of garlic in her hands. They were ready to go into battle.

"Where the hell is he?" Dustin bellowed, stomping into the house.

But the group stopped as they looked from the busted-up shotgun to their friends huddling around on the floor.

"It's too late." Robin realized, looking around the room to the back door.

When she caught Steve's eye, he put his head in his hand.

"We can't go after him." Steve was deflated.

The weight of Eddie's threat was more frightening than he could have imagined out of Hawkins High's freak. One look at Nancy and he knew – Eddie wasn't bluffing.

"So what now? We just throw her to the wolves?" Lucas asked incredulously before looking at the stake in his hand. "Vampires." He corrected.

"He's going to hurt people," Max added quickly.

"But he's not going to hurt her." Steve corrected, looking at one of your pictures hanging on the wall.

Eddie wasn't thinking straight, but he wasn't going to hurt you. And the way he looked at you? Eddie was risking getting caught to find you. At least, that's what Steve had to tell himself.

"No, maybe not," Nancy finally spoke up, pulling herself to her feet. "Maybe he won't bleed her dry and leave her on the side of the road."

She looked over the group before looking down at her shotgun. Her eyes were wide in terror. A shiver traveled down her back with a concern she couldn't dare speak.

"But I think he's going to do something much worse."

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marie-swriting · 2 years

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Yeah, I Understand - Dean Winchester

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Summary : Dean, your dad, has to come pick you up from the mall because you got caught stealing so now you two have to have a discussion regarding your behaviour.

Warnings : Y/N is 15, stealing, bad friends, feeling excluded, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any and if I missed any warnings !

Word Count : 970

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Prompt List : PL n°1, n°6 "Cut the crap and tell me what happened."

Sat on a chair, your leg is bouncing, worried about the moment your dad, Dean Winchester, will arrive. In your head, you’re thinking about all the scenarios. You try to guess the scolding he’ll give you, you try to prepare yourself to see the disappointment and the anger on his face.

You’re fidgeting with your hands when you hear the door open. Your father’s voice raises your anxiety. He’s talking with a security guard, apologising for the inconvenience caused by your impulsivity. When everything is cleared, he walks toward you. You try to smile innocently, but he doesn’t buy it and moves his head toward the exit, ordering you to leave with him. Dean being silent makes you even more stressed out. You tell yourself that, maybe, he’s just waiting to be in the Impala to scold you but that’s not the case. He doesn’t even turn on the radio. You know for sure you’re screwed. You were afraid of him yelling at you but his silence is even more troubling. When you arrive at the motel, you try to leave the car but he stops you by calling your name. You turn around, without looking at him. He sights before talking.

“I’m listening to you. What do you have to say to defend yourself ?”

“Hum, I swear it’s not as bad as it seems. It’s just a stupid story and I’m sure that-”

“Stealing in a shop is what you call a ‘stupid story’.” He interrompts you, fed up by your immaturity.

“It’s not like I've never hacked credit cards before.”

“Don’t change the subject ! What the hell got into your head to go and try to steal that t-shirt, Y/N ? Did you really need it ? You could have told me instead of stealing in the first store you came across.”

“It’s not that !” You scream before muttering “I didn’t even need that shirt, anyway.”

“Then, why did you steal it ?”

“Well, that’s why I said it was a stupid story, you know.” You say, trying to minimise your action. “Really, thinking back about it, I think-”

“Cut the crap and tell me what happened.” Dean exclaims, mad. “I want the truth, I’ve been more than patient !”

“After school, we went to the shopping centre.” You start to explain.

“Who is ‘we” ?”

“My friends from school and me. I finally have a group of friends. For the first time in my life so I followed them. At first, they weren’t stealing. Then, they started. I didn’t want to at first, I swear ! But they told me that I could take that shirt, that it wasn’t a big deal. They said nothing would happen.”

“Clearly, nothing happened ! And why weren’t your friends there with you when I got there ?”

“They left the shop before me and nothing happened, like they said. I was anxious about it, I have to admit. When I finally decided to leave, the alarm went off and-”

“Let me guess, your friends acted like they didn’t know you and left you alone ?”

“Yeah, we could say that.” You answer, ashamed.

“Do you even realise that because of your bullshit we had to stop our hunt with Sam ?”

“I know.”

“And for a stupid reason !”

“I know !” You exclaim, his scolding being too much for you. “And I’m sorry, dad. Really. I knew I shouldn’t have done that but I did it anyway. I… I wanted to be included in their group, okay ?” You admit, avoiding his gaze. “It’s the first time I really have a lot of friends. I usually don’t have any when I arrive in a new high school. If I’m lucky, I have one or two but never a whole group. I wanted them to think I was cool. I wanted to have a normal teenage life with lots of friends, even if we only stay here for a few weeks. I know it’s no excuse but it felt good to finally be admitted for once. You understand what I mean ?”

After your little speech, you put your hand on your head, tired of the situation.

“Yeah, I understand.” Dean says, making you turn your head toward his. “I really wish you didn’t have to grow up like that. Listen, Y/N, what you did today was stupid, but I get it. But that doesn’t change the fact you tried to steal something and you stopped our hunt.” he reminds you and you prepare yourself to hear your punishment. “I’ll act as if nothing happened if you promise me two things.”

“Which ones ?” You ask, shocked.

“First of all, you never steal again.”

“So I won’t help you anymore to hack credit cards ?” You question with a light smile.

“You know what I mean.” Dean retorts, rolling his eyes.

“What is the second promise ?”

“Stop hanging out with those kids. They’re not your friends. They made you do something stupid and they let you down at the first chance they got.”

“I promise you. Thanks dad, for being so understanding.”

You hug him to show him how grateful you feel. Dean kisses your head before taking a step back and clears his throat.

“Yeah, but don’t be too happy about it. You’ll still have to do the laundry.” He informs you before leaving the car.

“What ?!” You scream, following him. “But there’s at least one week's worth of clothes and all the washing machines are out of service ! I’ll have to do that by hand !”

“You want your original punishment ?”

“No.”

“Then, we agree. Come on. You got work to do.”

Dean laughs when he sees you rolling your eyes as a reaction to his order. Despite your discontent, you can’t help but feel lucky to have a dad listening to you.

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Shackled (Chapter 12)

Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader

Warning: There are some intense, dubiously consenting and nonconsensual sexual themes in this series, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Summary: You hate Outer Banks with a passion and are working hard to get out despite all the obstacles in your way. Rafe himself eventually becomes one of those obstacles after a night of low impulse control. Will you be able to overcome him or with you have no choice but to submit.

Slow Burn

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(Chapter Warning: There are depictions of physical abuse in this chapter. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please skip it)

You never realized how quickly one could hit rock bottom until it happened to you.

The day started out routine for a Monday, but it wasn't. This was going to be your last week in Outerbanks. You didn't have to make your usual stop by Barry's to attain more product, so as soon as you got to the island, you headed straight home.

You'd purchased two new suitcases and packed them as efficiently as possible, concealing your stash in the hidden feature of the suitcase before hiding both in your closet.

You were leaving behind a lot, first, so that your father wouldn't get suspicious, and second because the new life you planned out required new things.

Once you were done, you laid down and took the most peaceful nap you'd ever had. Waking up refreshed, well rested, and for the first time ever free. There was a bloom in your chest where your heart should be, and you were over the moon and stairs to finally taste freedom.

You were so elated that you decided to do something you'd never thought to attempt. You wanted to explore the island, all of it, to see what you were leaving behind.

First, deciding to thoroughly wander through the cut since that was where you resided. You bumped into Barry, who assumed you were there for more product.

"I'm not here to buy. I was thinking of quitting the grind and doing more honest work, you know."

"You sure, sunshine?" he asked, except the look on his face wasn't one of disbelief; it was one of concern. "Instead of quitin', maybe we could just put you on some kind of short-term probation?"

"I'm sure," you say, knowing he would miss the money you brought in.

Barry pulls you into a hug and whispers into your ear, "be careful, sunshine." if you had paid any attention to the look on his face or even how tightly he held you in his arms, you should've known to take that as a warning rather than a voucher for good luck.

Most of the day had been uneventful. When you went to figure 8, taking in all the big mansions, you were no longer annoyed by the stench of privilege in the air. Instead, you were at peace with yourself and where you were going.

You knew most of the disdain you had for those who lived there came from the people who could leave the island but made an active choice not to while you were stuck. But you weren't stuck anymore. Instead, you felt terrible for them as their small thinking would ultimately ensure they would never leave.

Excitement ran through your veins as you walked back towards the bridge, a car stopped next to you, and you heard someone shriek out your name; it was Ether.

"Hey, where are you headed?" she asks.

"Home," you spent the entire day walking around the island. It was time for you to go home and hibernate for the next 4 days.

"I was hoping I could talk with you. Do you wanna go to The Wreck?" she asks.

You nod, hearing the name of the popular restaurant made you realize you were hungry. Ether was practically harmless compared to Mary, so what could happen?

***

Once you and Ether are seated, an awkward silence ensues as you both look over the menu. Your drinks are already ordered as you await the return of your waiter.

"Listen," Ether places her menu down, taking a deep breath as if trying to find the courage to say what she needs. "I'm sorry."

You lift your brows, waiting for her to complete her sentiment as she looks at you for approval.

"I know Mary and I hadn't been the most caring and attentive when it came to our friendship with you, and I can't speak for Mary, but I genuinely thought we were friends," her voice begins to shake " I didn't realize how unfair and cruel we were being to you until you pointed it out at the country club."

You lean back against your chair, take Ether's apology, and nod. Ether was always more of a bystander when it came to your treatment within the dynamic of your friendship. It didn't excuse her actions, but it explained them. And as you stare at the giant doe eyes staring back at you with expectation, you realize there was no reason to make her sweat.

"I'm already over it," you say.

She released a breath as if the world's weight had been lifted from her shoulders and wiggled her body with excitement.

The night goes swimmingly as you talk about everything, how you and Rafe had 'broken up,' how Mary was still trying to get into Rafe's bed, even telling her how your little relationship with Rafe had begun.

The atmosphere was light and freeing, you felt like you were talking to a genuine friend, and then she invited you to hang out again the following week.

"I won't be here next week,"

"Why not?"

"I'm leaving Outerbanks... for good,"

Ether's eyes widen, and for a moment, understanding registers on her face before sadness takes over.

"I'm sorry, I need to use the restroom, " she gets up from the table, pulling her purse to her side. "I'll drive you home, just wait for me in the car, and I'll be right there." she hands you her keys before rushing into the ladies' room.

Ether was always emotional, but you never expected that your leaving would affect her.

As you walk out of the wreck, imagine your surprise when you see Rafe, Topper, and Kelce heading in. And like a predator on its prey, Rafe seemed to be locked in on you.

Just as you're about to walk past without incident, you feel a hold on your arm and look up to find a pair of blue eyes that have seen you at your most vulnerable.

"Go grab us a table. I'll be right behind you,"

"I think it would be better if you all went in together,"

"This is your last chance," you're taken aback by his ominous response.

"Wha-," you start

"Come back to me, right now, and I promise..." his hand tightens around your arm " I'll be good to you, I swear," you try to pull away, but he just grabs your other arm, strengthening his hold on you.

"Rafe, I need you to let go of me," You look up to find desperation in his eyes, something rare in the kook prince.

"I love you, a-and I know you love me too, you can deny it, but the way we make each other feel i-it's j-just next level. You can't just squash it because of a stupid disagreement,"

"It wasn't a stupid disagreement. It was a breach of trust. You followed me to my job and tried to make me quit,"

"You were a stripper. That's not a job. That's being a whore,"

"I don't know what to tell you, Rafe, because it paid the bills,"

"I told you I would take care of you,"

"And I didn't want you to. You have this weird need to control me, and I don't want to be controlled, least of all by you. It was nice living in your world for a while, but things were starting to get surreal, and I needed to nip it in the bud,"

Rafe takes a deep breath, trying to manage his anger.

"This is your last fucking chance. You either get in my fucking truck, I'll tell Kelce and Topper something came up, or I will fuck up your life." Out of nowhere, he pushed his lips against yours, frenetic energy overtaking as if he were trying to get you to reciprocate.

The shock took time to register, but when it did, you managed to get him off you, bringing him back to reality with a slap against his cheek.

"Get your shit together, and leave me the fuck alone," you manage to push him off before walking away.

"Don't worry, you'll come back to me, and I'll be waiting right here with open arms," his voice getting louder as you walk further away.

You needed to get away, asap.

When you reach Ether's car, you lock the doors as soon as you hop in.

A few moments later, Ether makes her way to the driver's seat.

"Let's go to the beach," she says as she starts the car.

"What?" you ask

You were still a little razzled by your run-in with Rafe, so the suggestion didn't quite register with you.

"Let's buy some drinks, head to the beach, and chill a little," she said, backing out of the parking space before driving off. "It's your last week, and I feel like shit because I won't get a chance to redeem myself, so let's celebrate,"

"Ok," you nod, "let's do it,"

***

You were tipsy as you walked up to your porch, waving goodbye to Ether as she drove off. As you step in, you're greeted by the back of your father's head, watching something random on the television.

You walk towards the step before his voice travels to your ears.

"Where are you going?" he asks, a slight slur in his, meaning he is either high or drunk.

"Nowhere, dad. I'm just heading up to my room. Goodnight," you sigh. Another good thing about leaving was that you no longer had to rely on your father. The man deserved to be in jail or rotting in a ditch somewhere. But you needed him. He was a necessary evil in your life, and you were aware of that too early in your childhood. You were excited to finally be rid of him.

You walk up the steps into the hallway and towards your room.

You hear him walk up the steps behind you as you approach your bedroom. Footsteps, heavy and dragging against hardwood.

You notice your door is open, and when you look inside, you find a mess. The bed flipped over, your dresser and desk destroyed, but what caught your attention were your two new suitcases destroyed down to the fabric with your clothes strewn all over the place.

You walk up to the one meant to hold your stash and find it has been through hell. The hidden feature is destroyed, and the money concealed within' is gone.

"What the fuck?" you whispered, anger rising in your chest.

"I said, where the fuck are you going?" he asks behind. You could feel the smug intonation he held in his voice without looking at his face. He thought he had won.

"What the fuck is your pr-?" you get up to face him, but before you can finish your sentence, you feel a fist crack against your face.

The pain was excruciating as you held a hand over your nose and mouth, facing him for the first time that day.

His pupils were dilated, and his face turned an unusual shade of red as veins corded throughout his face, neck, and arms.

It was cocaine.

If your father was in a good mood and got on the stuff, he'd just be bouncing off the walls. But if he was in a bad mood, it's like a rhino on steroids, so you'd best get out of the way.

Unfortunately for you, you seemed to be the source of his anger.

He walks up to you, slapping you so hard across the head it crashes to the floor.

He goes on to straddle your body, trapping you beneath him.

"You think you can just walk up from here like your momma?" he starts throwing blows aiming for your head, " You think you can just let me suffer in this shithole by myself," he realizes that he can't quite get to your head if your arms are in the way, so he starts aiming for your body.

You do your best to block him, but every time you play defense, he hits yours harder in a place you've failed to protect.

You were getting tired, but he seemed to have more energy as he bloodied you to a pulp.

"I'm gonna put you six feet under this house, just like I did your fucking momma,"

You were going to die.

Your arms fell from fatigue, which was basically a free-for-all for him. Blow after blow, the hits felt endless.

It isn't until your head falls to the side, ready to accept your end, that you spot a loose metal rod lying on the floor from the broken bed. With as much energy as you can muster, you reach for it. As soon as it's in your grasp, you swing it against his head.

Again, he falls off of you, once more to knock him out, and a last for good measure.

He lies on the floor next to you, your body is throbbing, your face pulsing as your eyes swell shut.

You begin to blackout, but you can't do it there.

You pull yourself to your feet, limping out of your room, down the steps, and out to the front yard. Pausing along the way, praying that your father hadn't woken up in that time. Once you reached the fields leading to the main road, you could feel your body shutting down bit by bit.

First, your lower body, then your trunk, and just as you pulled yourself out into the middle of the main road, your mind.

For a moment, before the blackness could consume you, you thought you saw lights flash into your eyes.

#Dark!Rafe Cameron #Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader #Dark! Rafe Cameron x Pogue! Reader #Dark OBX #Pogue! Reader #Pogue Reader #dark fics #Rafe Cameron c Reader #Outer Banks #series #Shackled #Shackled Series #dub con #dubcon #dubious consent #abuse #parental abuse #near-death experience

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Koihana Bakumeiroku Prologue: Chapter 6

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Mori: Let’s go to my residence!

At Mori’s invitation, I went to his residence.

…

Rin: This is your house…

(What a luxurious western style mansion…)

Tokyo had opened itself up to other countries, so there was a lot of western architecture that could not be found in the rural areas. But amongst those buildings, this one looked especially impressive.

Mori: That’s right. Come, let's go inside!

Rin: O-Okay!

…

I was brought to Mori’s bedroom and before I could admire its furnishings, I bowed my head.

Rin: Please excuse my sudden intrusion!

Mori: Didn’t I personally invite you over to my house?

Rin: Oh, erm… I came to Tokyo without really contacting you.

After I saw that letter, I travelled to Tokyo on impulse.

Mori must’ve found it troublesome that I suddenly showed up in front of his house.

Mori: Nah, it’s alright.

Even so, Mori still gave a clear-cut response.

Mori: Your grandmother was very concerned about what would happen after she passed on.

Mori: Back then, I even thought of adopting you.

Rin: I-Is that so?

Mori: Yeah. So I’m not surprised that this day eventually came, and there’s no need for you to be anxious.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard that.

Mori: And as I had mentioned earlier, it’ll be nice if you could live here while working as a service staff and helping me out at the same time.

Mori: Ah, speaking of helping me out. I’ll only be giving you some minor tasks, so they won't be too much of a burden for you.

Mori: And besides, it was also your grandmother’s wish for you to live with someone, instead of be all alone.

(Grandmother…)

My grandmother had indeed said before that being with people is happier than being alone.

(Then… since Mori also says so, I guess I can accept the offer.)

Rin: Thank you. If it’s possible, please allow me to live here.

Mori: Yup. You can live here for as long as you want. With you around, I’m sure lots of happy things will happen.

(What… does that mean?)

Mori smiled gleefully, and I cluelessly nodded my head, unsure if that was what I had been expecting.

(Mori sure is an unusual man. … Oh!)

I suddenly thought of something.

Rin: I’ve been wanting to ask you about my memories…!

Mori: … You memories, huh.

Mori lowered his head and answered slowly.

Mori: I’m sorry to say this, but… I’m not so sure I’ll be of any help with that thing about looking for clues to your missing memories.

His response wasn't completely unexpected, but even so… it caused a heavy feeling in my heart.

Rin: I see…

(I knew it… this won’t go very smoothly.)

Mori cast me a concerned look.

Mori: You can take your time to search for them in the future. Moreover, I don't think your trip to Tokyo will be in vain.

Mori grinned and raised his index finger.

Mori: Tokyo has the most number of people in all of Japan, which means that there’s more sources of information here as compared to your home in the rural areas.

Mori: From a medical perspective, your memories can come back to you upon being triggered by an external event.

Rin: You have a point.

Mori’s words sounded very convincing.

Mori: I’ll be sure to let you know if I recall anything as well. So cheer up.

Rin: … Okay!

My mood started to get better.

(Right. I’ve only just arrived in Tokyo.)

Mori: I also think that working as a service staff for the Meiji Government will be very useful in helping you search for your memories.

Rin: Really?

Mori: You’re going to be working at the Ministry of Home Affairs. There's no place better than that to obtain information from all over the country.

Mori: I believe you’ll be coming across various types of information while working.

Rin: That’s true…

(If it’s the Ministry of Home Affairs, I might get to know about what happened that led to my injury…)

Mori: Anyway, I won’t force you either. … Come on, let me show you to your room.

…

Rin: … Amazing!

The room was filled with furniture that I had never seen before back home in the countryside.

Mori: I’m glad you like it. You can use anything in this room as you wish. Well then, good night.

The moment Mori left the room, I immediately laid down on the western style bedding.

Rin: Wow, it’s so soft…

(This must be the “bed” I heard about from the customers at the restaurant…)

(Although I’m not used to sleeping on this type of bedding, it’s undoubtedly very comfortable.)

Rin: Now that I think of it, today was a really eventful day…

I met Mori, the person I had been searching for.

I also met Saito and received help from him.

And then there’s Kido and Katsu, who were important figures in the Meiji Government.

(I decided to live in Mori’s house, but…)

I was unable to get any leads from Mori — the only person I thought could help me.

(What should I do for my memories to come back…?)

As Mori had mentioned, my memories could return if triggered by an external event.

In that case, I should interact with more people and things.

(The more information I have, the easier it’ll be for me to find clues to my missing memories…)

Whenever I closed my eyes, I would think about my lost memories. It was all foggy and unclear.

(I really want to know more about myself.)

(I want to live with knowledge of my own life events.)

In order for that to happen…

– Flashback Start –

Kido: … Rin. If it’s alright with you, how about working as a service staff for the Meiji Government?

…

Mori: From a medical perspective, your memories can come back to you upon being triggered by an external event.

Mori: You’re going to be working at the Ministry of Home Affairs. There's no place better than that to obtain information from all over the country.

Mori: I believe you’ll be coming across various types of information while working.

– Flashback End –

(I’ve made up my mind. I—)

…

Unlike yesterday, Kido was working in his office.

Kido: — So, what did you want to speak to me regarding?

I bowed my head to Kido, who smiled at me.

Rin: Please let me work as a service staff for the Meiji Government!

#koihana bakumeiroku #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird x animate #koibaku prologue #niki translates

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hot-take-tournament · 10 months

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Klapollo isn't for everyone obviously so I won't say that it is, but they actually foil each other really well and I think that's where the shipping aspect comes in. Apollo wears his heart on his sleeve and is super distrusting of pretty much everyone. Klavier hides his true thoughts and feelings away to be the person he thinks others wants to see and throws himself into trusting people, he wants it so desperately. The people closest to Apollo trust him while the people closest to Klavier don't. They're both grieving so many things, running from and fighting them. They have the potential to help each other in a way that no other characters presented can (in aa4 imo. Not out here saying you couldn't possibly ship them with anyone else, I'm a multishipper myself lol). Some people might be looking for wrightworth, but tbh this ship is the opposite of them. I totally understand not liking the ship, it's hard to be as compelling as wrightworth when capcom decided to do ALL THAT to Apollo rip my guy, hope you can reconcile your 8 backstories, and then do absolutely NOTHING with Kalvier rip my guy, hope you're doing something somewhere and didn't like join Clay offscreen or something. Probably moved to Borginia with Apollo's mom /j I could say more but idk the character limit on an ask and you don't want my essay in your ask box.

TLDR; It's not for everyone but it's not baseless.

(so... now that persona 3 is getting a remake, i can't stop thinking about this one time i was on my way home and i passed by this weird family-owned sweetshop i'd never seen before. so on impulse i decided to go in and buy something, and i ended up buying this huge novelty lemon sherbert, because i needed to study and i wanted something that would last a long time. so i get back home, sit on my bed and look for some calming study music to put on, and for whatever reason the first thing i think of is kimi no kioku from persona 3. at this point, i remembered i had the sherbert, so i put the song on loop, went to get it, and then got back onto the bed to eat it. and because i live alone and there was no one around to make fun of me, for fun i decided to eat it all sexy like cleopatra eating grapes (you know, when you lie back, tilt your head towards the ceiling, hold it above your head, and lower it into your mouth). but as i'm holding it over my head, the sherbert slipped out of my fingers, bounced off my tongue and went straight down the collar of my shirt. i immediately forgot where i was, panicked, awkwardly fished it out and just flung it straight into the back of my throat and accidentally swallowed it whole - at which point it immediately got lodged in my oesophagus and completely cut off my airway, and no matter what i did, i just couldn't get it out. so i stumbled out of bed and started frantically clawing at my throat as i tried to find the door, unable to breathe, unable to scream, until my vision began to darken around the edges and i couldn't see - and the next thing i know i'm lying on my back gasping for air, with a dumbell that i had left lying on the floor now lodged between my shoulder blades, and the massive sherbert fused to my eyelid. so what must've happened is i'd blacked out, toppled backward and fell on this dumbell in just the right way that it dislodged the sherbert and launched it out of my throat, sending it arcing through the air and landing it on my face. and ever since that day i've always wondered - what if i had just died there? if i had fallen very slightly differently and missed the dumbell, would i have died alone on that carpet, desperately begging for help that i knew would never come? and if i did, how long would it have been before someone even noticed i was gone, let alone care enough to come check on me? and what would've happened when they did? since i had the song playing on loop, and my laptop was plugged in, there's a chance that when they did finally find me, they'd find me lying on my back, eyes closed, with kimi no kioku playing on repeat in the background)

#asks #not a poll #aa4 spoilers #klapollo #aa4

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Word game Wednesday! *Glances around my room wildly* cool, write, window? (I like giving three, I feel like that's good odds for at least one)

You have stumbled upon gold m’dear. Five responses below the cut.

Cool

From Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency: Todd and Amanda have their first real, big fight after they’ve reconciled.

Todd is secure enough in their relationship that he doesn’t hold himself back. From another perspective, all her time with the Rowdies has eroded Amanda’s impulse control and she carries a wand.

“Amanda, what the fuck?” Todd is trying to look at his back and see if she’s given him a tail or something. She cackled at his accurate impression of a beautiful, dumb but loving golden retriever.

“Seriously, this isn’t cool. What did you do to me?”

She answered in a syrupy sweet singsong “You’llllllll seeeeeeeeee.” The satisfaction, the peace in her soul, the way her boys and Beast will roar with laughter when she recounts this later...she should have done this the day she got a wand.

Write

1) From my constantly evolving platonic a/b/o fic, Georgie meets the gang and has a heart to heart with Ted about how long it was just her and Jamie against the world. (Also this was started before realizing that Georgie must have wanted to keep the house Jamie grew up in and they just used the right to buy scheme.) (There is also a bonus because your third word also appears in this one.)

“You know how I met Simon?” Georgie asks. She knows he doesn’t know, because before the two of them walked in, he’d only known Jamie had parents in the theoretical sense. The question itself was rhetorical, though, and if Jamie were conscious he might have something to say about all the fancy sounding words.

“When Jamie got his first few checks, he followed Pep’s suggestions to the letter. How much to save, how much to invest, what kind of early purchases were responsible splurges. Apparently everyone gets a fancy wash bag? The fuck did we know about any of that?” She snorted, hand still moving softly along her son’s upper arm. Before pointing to his crossbody bag that probably cost as much as that first bag did.

“Then he got me a fucking house. A house!!! We were in a council flat his whole life until then, and he asked what I wanted, which was for him to be secure. But he insisted, and he was going to be with me for at least 2 more years, yeah. So fuck.

And we didn’t know anything about that sort of thing, so it was Pep advising again. Which included getting all sorts of inspections and the like. After it were done, I didn’t know what kind of upkeep that means, yeah? And we were definitely the poorest family on the team, at least before then, but it weren’t like everyone were rich either. So I asked around. Couldn’t be more embarrassing than if we burned it down not knowing something normal folks do.

One of the older lads’ parents said that windows, gutters, and roofs are all things that need to be looked at kind of regularly. Which sounded mental to me, windows? But I got the number of a company and sort of threw myself on their mercy. And they sent Simon round, right?”

And Ted sort of nodded, because she obviously meant to be agreed with, regardless of how only the three of them could have known that.

“And he said to me that everything was new enough the only way I’d need to replace the windows was if I didn’t like something about the ones already there. Or wanted to remodel. We picked the damned thing out because we already liked it as it were.

But I appreciated he didn’t try to con me into something just to make a sale, and asked if he knew much about all the ins and outs of home repair. He said he did, and I offered to make him supper if he could help me write everything down so I wouldn’t miss a trick.

Had Jamie when I were only 16, so I didn’t finish school or nothing, and some men like to make you feel stupid for not knowing what they know. But not Simon. He were sweet to me. And Jamie were the only other person who’d ever had anything nice to say about me cooking. So he were two-fer-two on being respectful.

I waited about a month and then called him up to ask about plumbing or something. Can’t remember now, it was mostly just a chance to talk to him again. And we were married by the time Jamie were done with academy.”

2) And from the investigative journalist fic:

“I only had one coach I ever thought maybe I could talk to about how bad me brain sometimes got. Tried to even.”

“How did that go?”

“Said I couldn’t train cause I were hurt, guess I didn’t realize that’s not the word you use when its something inside who you are.”

“You didn’t get a chance to explain?”

“No, not really. Started yelling at me, cause he thought I were throwing a strop.”

“But if you’d cut him off-“

“That’s just it though. Da’ got me all trained up in that being a dangerous fucking thing to do. Interrupting a man what has power over you. When they’re already angry? So the same thing that happens when me da gets like that happened.”

“And that is?”

“Whatever makes me…me? Just slips away for a bit.”

“You dissociate?”

“Fuck, that’s the word! Me therapist used it the other day and I meant to write it down. D’ya mind?”

Window

1) From a DGHDA fic where a boobytrap hits Todd with a curse. Within this you get to see my greatest party trick, where I mean to look something up and put a placeholder in the spot. (Also I do not remember what I was planning with the idea of Loki’s Marble because so far as I know I entirely made that concept up lmao).

He didn’t stir even a little bit while getting him into the backseat, where they had him slump against the door to stay mostly upright. At least Farah was well practice in getting a seatbelt on a passed out Dirk or Todd. Dirk would have climbed in after him, but Farah needed him to navigate them out of the forest. They were barely out of the dense forest area, back to roads that saw regular upkeep, when they heard Todd groan. Farah pulled off to the side, at a convenient scenic overlook with a little clearing for travelers to park. She and Dirk both turned in their seats to see him blinking owlishly and then put his hand to his head.

“Hey, how you feeling Todd?” Farah asked, keeping her voice low in case he had a headache.

He looked up at her curiously, and then looked out the window before whipping his head back to stare at them.

“Whe’we?” He tiredly slurred out. Farah and Dirk exchanged concerned glances. But they turned back and Dirk quietly said, “Just outside of BLANK forest.”

“Why?”

“Do you...not remember us looking for Loki’s marble?” He tried to keep the worry out of his voice but Dirk’s eyes were wild when he looked at Farah. She didn’t look happy but also didn’t seem quite as concerned as Dirk. But it did sound like Todd might have a concussion.

2) Also from something I just shared the other day. Season 1 Jamie exchanges himself for Phoebe’s safety and is being held hostage.

“He received this text at 7:18pm” and the screen showed a mocked up phone, enlarged, and with a click of a button, a photo appeared in the message field.

“It was from a number not saved in his phone, and traced to a woman in Poland. She has been cleared, so we suspect a skimmer was used to create a false number.”

The image was of Phoebe sitting at the dining room table of her home with Roy’s sister. It was taken through the front window into the room and had a crosshairs image over it.

#todd brotzman #amanda brotzman #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #dghda #jamie tartt #georgie ted lasso #jamie’s mum georgie #simon ted lasso #jamie’s stepdad simon #ted lasso #alpha beta omega #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o verse #mental health issues #therapy #dissociation #held hostage au

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hoonfever · 2 years

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ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ; ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

Summary ┈➤ You and Jungwon have always had some sort of issue. Nobody at your school knew when they started, but everyone knew it was Mei versus Jungwon. But with finals coming up, Mei starts slipping up, and Jungwon (being the fierce competitor he is) has to make sure his competition is still up for the challenge.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Jungwon x Fem!Reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Enemies to Lovers/Rivals to Lovers ; Highschool AU, FLUFFF

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: explicit language, mentions of food

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: bestfriend!Sunoo, All other enhypen members, mentions of members from Aespa and other groups.

ᴀ/ɴ: Motivation rlly comes and goes mate. Anyways here's the fic!

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @/drunkjazed

Fic below!

“Y/N, can you stay behind after class today?” Mr Lim whispers to me as he sets my marked test on my desk. I nod quietly as he continue handing back papers. I hear him whisper a “you too, Jungwon” from behind me, but I don’t hear Jungwon’s response.

The class ends not long after, the students start filtering out of the classroom and into the open space of the large school.

“Jungwon and Y/N, come here please.” Mr Lim says from his desk, bringing his glasses onto his face as Jungwon and I approach him.

“I’m guessing you’re both wondering what I called you here for,” Mr lim starts, looking up from whatever documents he has scattered across his desk. The two of us nod in response and Mr Lim sighs.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this, Jungwon, but Y/N has had some family matters to attend to during the past week. Her focus has been elsewhere, and understandably so.” He says and I suck in a breath through my teeth as I look down at my hands. I see Jungwon look at me in the corner of my eye, but quickly looks back at Mr Lim. The tension between us increases drastically.

“To clarify, I need you, Jungwon, to sort of ‘tutor’ Y/N. Or at least assist her with her homework and assignments here and there. Can you do that?” Mr Lim asks and I wait for Jungwon to respond, but his response never comes.

“I’m asking you, Jungwon, because I’ve seen how competitive you and Y/N get sometimes. It visibly benefits the both of you, seeing as your grades have been increasing every semester. Are you honestly going to let your competitor back out of the race, when you could easily help her?

“I can’t believe I agreed to do this.” Jungwon says from behind me as we walk out of the classroom. “Then again, it’s nice knowing that you need my help. A bit of an ego-booster, if you ask me.”

“Huh, I didn’t think your ego could do that anymore.” I mutter in response and Jungwon walks beside me with a smug smile.

“There she is. I almost missed this Y/N, just almost.”

“Don’t get to comfortable. We’re still not friends.”

“Ouch.” Jungwon says, feigning sadness with a hand to his chest. “I thought we were getting somewhere with this.”

“Tough love, right?” I reply with a small smile as we split up to head towards our separate classes.

“Y/N? Is that you?” I turn to face whoever’s unfamiliar voice is calling me from across the hall. I can see her through the crowds. I wish I couldn’t see her at all. I wish I would just brush it off as my imagination.

But no.

Hye-Jin is here, right now.

She walks towards me and locks her arm with mine with a genuine-looking smile.

I don’t buy it.

“It’s been so long since I last saw you! How’ve you been?” She asks sweetly and I shake her off gently.

“Look, Hye-Jin, this reunion has been sweet and all – and it’s been so great to catch up with you, but I need to go. I’ll see you when I see you-” I try to walk off but she grabs my arm and pulls me towards her.

“How’s your brother? Did he break up with that slu-”

“He’s dead, Hye-Jin.” I cut her off impulsively, squeezing my hand into a fist to stop myself from crying.

“Oh… Sorry then.” Hye-Jin responds awkwardly before walking away without a word. Hye-Jin has always had a ‘crush’ on Se-Jun; I wouldn’t call it a crush, more of a strange romantic fantasy that just happened to involve him. Hye-Jin only met him because she was my best friend – then he got a girlfriend and she cut me off. As if Se-Jun getting a girlfriend had anything to do with me. I need to check on Ae-ri soon, now that I think of it.

“Who was that?” Sunoo asks from behind me, scaring me in the slightest.

“Just an old friend I haven’t seen in a while.” I respond with a smile and Riki hums to himself.

“I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling us, noona… Oh my god- IS SHE A HOMEWRECKER-?” Riki doesn’t get to finish as Sunoo slaps his hand on Riki’s mouth.

“You’re too confident these days, Riki. You can’t say that about people in public.” Sunoo scolds but soon rips his hand off of Riki’s face with a scream.

“YOU JUST LICKED MY HAND – YOU ANIMAL.” Sunoo screams frantically as he tries to find a tissue.

“This version of you is scary, Riki.” I joke as he laughs at Sunoo’s crazed searching.

“If scary is a code of some sort for ‘extremely cool and funny and handsome and the best prankster’, then yes. I am very,very ‘scary’.” Riki responds with a smirk before tossing Sunoo a small back of wet wipes, which Sunoo opens with incredible speed.

I can’t help but smile.

“Y/N… the fact that you don't understand this basic concept is concerning.” Jungwon grumbles as he shuts the book before us. The school is pretty much empty, excluding those who participate in extra murals after school. He runs his hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Wanna take a break? I know a café nearby, if you’d like?” Jungwon asks, his kindness taking my by surprise – which I’m guessing was obvious to the boy sitting beside me.

“Sure, a little coffee break won’t hurt, right?”

Fun fact: it did hurt.

Jungwon was lying when he said the café was near the school. A 25 minute walk is not near, at all.

We approach the café and I hear Jungwon snicker behind me, presumably at my failed attempt at hiding my exhaustion.

“Stop trying to act cool and just head inside.” He rolls his eyes and opens the front door of the café. Jungwon seems significantly more relaxed as we enter, as if he spends all his time here.

“Hey wonyoung.” He greets the barista comfortably, and she smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Hi Jungwon-oppa! Do you want your regular?” She asks cutely, the way she talks makes me cringe just slightly.

“Yeah, sure. What’re you gonna order, Y/N?” Jungwon says the last part quieter, leaning little bit closer to me as he speaks.

“Oh, um- I’ll have an iced vanilla latte.” I respond and Wonyoung giggles quietly.

“Jungwon usually comes here alone, so it’s nice to see him here with a friend. Especially since you’re a girl-” Jungwon shushes her and I chuckle awkwardly. I hear a high pitches gasp from behind us and shrug.

“Hye-Jin. Of course.” I mutter to myself and Jungwon looks at me confusedly.

“Who’s Hye-Jin-”

“Y/NNNNN!!! It’s me!” She calls out to me before I feel her hand on my shoulder.

“Is this your boyfriend? OMG HI! I’m Hye-Jin, Y/N’s childhood best friend.” She introduces herself sweetly, moving me aside slowly.

“Um, I’m not-”

“Don’t be modest! Y/N is clearly lucky to have you – I mean, just look at you! I never would’ve thought someone like you would go for someone like that.” She says with a smile as I roll my eyes.

“Look, I-” Jungwon is once again interrupted by Hye-Jin’s obnoxiously loud laugh.

“Sorry, that might’ve been a bit rude.” She apologises with a pout and I shrug.

“Can you leave now? You’re literally doing nothing other than insult me, so if you have nothing else to say, you can leave. Also, I’m not dating Jungwon, and even if I was, that has literally nothing to do with you.” I interrupt with a scowl.

“Sure. Sorry I guess. I’ll be leaving now, Ciao!” She waves, specifically at Jungwon, before walking off.

“So… I’m guessing she isn’t really your best friend, huh?” Jungwon says awkwardly as we get our coffee and head to a table near the window.

“Yeah.” I reply softly. The two of us sit down in an awkward silence.

“Don’t feel the need to start a conversation, by the way.” Jungwon speaks after taking a long sip of his coffee.

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not-” I admit and he laughs.

“I’m not, don’t worry. Just drink your coffee.” He says with a smile. I don’t know if we’re actually friends or if it’s the fact that we’re at his favourite café, but seeing Jungwon smile so genuinely at me is strange… but also really nice.

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OTP Ask> Hinny: 2, 5 & 51

hi anon, thank you! <3

What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

I think Harry needs silence and a hug, Ginny just pulls him close and makes sure he realizes he's safe and that she's there for him Ginny, on the other hand, I think she needs him, but in addition to hugging, to keep talking to her, so Harry will remind her that he's there, but he'll also talk about something ordinary about his day, remind her of some good story between the two of them that will make her laugh, and talk until she fell asleep again or calmed down completely.

Describe their cozy night in.

Harry making dinner, Ginny sitting next to him telling him about her day and making him laugh with the gossip about her teammates, she serves them with wine, Harry starts making her laugh because he insists that all food is an aphrodisiac as long as you drink wine She will keep trying to help him but Harry will keep saying that dinner is special to her so she just has to sit and look pretty while waiting, Ginny will say he always says that (and he does) They go to eat, some music playing on the radio, they talk about everything, about their future - if they already have children, they talk about them, about some worries, some victories, some gossip… - about them, about the country house they want to build because they deserve a place where no one can find them, Harry says he's going to buy a boat (and at some point he does), Ginny says he doesn't even know how to fish… Dessert is something Harry saw in a book, because one day while waiting as long on a mission to capture a wizard, he hid in a bookstore and ended up buying this book and now he tries to make all the 1,000+ desserts that are there, and Ginny never complains (only when he uses coconut, she doesn't like coconut) They laugh, drinking another wine that she bought on a trip she took with the Harpies or that someone gave them as a gift. If it's summer and they're already living in their house, they'll go to the back of the garden, sit on the couch that Harry bought on an impulse purchase as soon as the war ended because he wanted to have something of his own, sitting on the porch If it's winter, Ginny will have light the fireplace and they'll be in the living room, lying together on the sofa, under a blanket she bought as soon as they moved in together. Regardless of the weather, they'll be talking and flirting quietly with each other as if they're not alone, because they're used to always being surrounded by people, so Ginny starts to say that she loves him, because she feels so happy there and so complete it almost hurts. Harry will repeat that he was sure he loved her before he even knew what love was, and was just a teenager too confused to understand his own feelings. And they'll be there, together, whether it's under the covers in the living room in front of the fireplace, wine finished and cheeks flushed, or on the garden porch, Ginny with her legs in Harry's lap, body warm, under the starry sky, listening to the their dog, Sir, playing around while their cat, Khaleesi is lying nearby, probably lying by the tree that after a few years, when they had kids, Harry built a tree house. Anyway, they are together and with no intention of leaving each other.

What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Harry is doing things that Ginny likes; food, wearing an outfit she bought him and he doesn't even like it that much, but she is so happy when he wears it, going with her to some places he wouldn't normally go just because she said she doesn't want to feel alone.. Ginny is for the touch; she is going to learn how to cut Harry's hair because during a mission he got hurt and had to stay at home for a while, which made him start to hate the length of his hair and she wanted to help him with that, she goes to hug him him and say nothing after a nightmare, or when he just needs it, she will hold his hand during funerals (unfortunately, even after the war, they still go on some… Aurors..) and during Ministry events that Harry just wanted to be home.

#hinny #wow this one was cute #harry x ginny #sweet talks

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I've been thinking a lot recently about how 3B Finn seems to truly blame Quinn for ruining his "marriage". Fuinn are always messy, but something shifts in 3B and I genuinely feel like Finn HATES her. Not even Babygate brought out that level of disdain, imo. I even think he agreed to prom because he knew he SHOULD care more that she almost died, but he never really did. And so we get Promasaurus, where Finn is literally the ONLY person who views Quinn's recovery as a personal betrayal. 1/2

And it's why Quinn's "penance" isn't to take away her miracle moment (she still gets it and EXACTLY the crowd reaction she wanted, tbh), it's that she has to give Finchel their wedding dance back. And the writers expect us to be happy about it. Because Quinn's paralysis was NEVER about Quinn. They always saw it just as a way to stop the dumb wedding plot without having to put the impetus on either of the people actually getting married. 2/2

Fascinated that people still manage to bring in new perspectives about Prom-asaurus! Really, y'all are doing the heavy-lifting RM never bothered to.

I deffo feel you on Finn's sense of obligation. He even has the nerve to lecture Rachel on it but it's a tricky situation. Obviously, you can't rationally be mad at Quinn, but even I could cut Finn some slack if he was mad at her because feelings aren't rational and he clearly doesn't have impulse control. That'd even make for a complex conversation around blame and guilt and all that. In a different show, of course.

So interesting to frame it around Finn taking it personally and the whole penance idea. I think Finn mostly took it personally because of Prom night itself, because he realized he "didn't need to pity Quinn" (lot to unpack there) and could have just been with Rachel instead. And it's the culmination of all the times Finn felt Quinn was in the way of him being with Rachel. God I wish that was in a Faberry instead of Fuinn kind of way. There's no excuse for what he does but what with his track record with anger and Fuinn's complicated history, yeah, I buy that he'd be so pissed. Not rightfully so but when is Finn ever right.

So true bestie, Quinn's accident was never about Quinn. That's why she's the B plot at best in Big Brother and why her recovery just sort of takes place in the bg. It was first and foremost shock value and a good excuse not to go through with the Finchel wedding. And isn't that a tragically apt summary of Quinn's run on the show? Most of it was about Finchel. Not all, but she's rarely not a tool in their story, even this far into season 3. Always question whose story is being told and in Glee the answer tends to be Finchel.

I do love that she gets her miracle moment after all. And ultimately, despite the stupid fucking dialogue of the Quinntana vote count scene, giving away the crown does serve Quinn's story. At the end of the day, we have to suffer through Finchel's obnoxious dance scene but at least we got a Quinntana duet out of it. For that price Finchel can have their dance, whatever.

#glee asks #anon #quinn asks #anti finn hudson #anti finchel #they're just the worst in promasaurus omg i can't

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Go TS main5, Senya and one more character from TSA of your choice for character ask. Yes a lot. Yes no TS-Juo. Yes I'm merciless =D

Hahaha alright I'll do my best! xD

one aspect about them i love

Yuri: how despite it all she still deeply remains a 16yo girl and how even her trauma and reactions to it reflect that

Nise: her thing with Hayabusa

Yu-chan: his fear of heights. hard same, big man. it puts everything differently for him like, everyone else is like uwaah it's high and the lad is 10 seconds away from passing out and still kicking ass hard

Kuon: the way she's ruthless in a way even the villains find disturbing. I suppose it's not surprising coming from me but it's really what makes her character so compelling 🙏

Rika: I love everything about him help god if I have to mention only one here.... his unconditional love for Yuri. He'll do anything for her. He'll brag about her to near strangers. He'll die if it means protecting her. He's ready to lay down his life if it means she won't be abandoned the way he was. He taught her everything. She means everything to him. He's just. He's so!! you know?

Senya: his obsession with space!! The way he goes ":O an alien!!" at literally anything. Cutie.

Shika: she's the only person that asked to be taken. She didn't know shit about what was on the other side she just knew Shintarou had disappeared and she wanted him back and that was enough. Impulsive but oh so badass.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

Yuri: She's only 16!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cut her some slack!!!!!!!!!! I hate how people (irl/fandom) judge her actions when!!!! they make sense? regarding 1) her age, 2) her personality, 3) it was in the heat of action most often than not. Of course she's imperfect! She's a 16yo kid tasked to keep the entire world running!! Bitch!!!

Nise: she has extensive traumas from before the realm and she's more than just a "knife lesbian"

Yu-chan: he's completely and utterly pathetic (I say this with love). Also. very important to me. He's not a fucking perv. He kills pervs. Come on!!!!

Kuon: she is absolutely and completely terrifying

Rika: he is the damsel in distress. He is the Mary Sue. He is the coolest. He's everything fandom has pushed onto the other mains 😤 (still accurate but slightly more desperate answer: he exists in the story. haha. *cries*)

Senya: I don't know how to say this. I haven't seen a lot of people talk about arrive, apart from you and Choco. I saw some complaints once but I don't remember them much, only that my reaction to them was he's 14. he's a baby. he's a freaking KID. So there you go.

Shika: never saw anyone talk about her i have no idea what way people misinterpret her :v

Globally, though, what I wish people would remember are the characters' age. A lot of actions they take make sense once you keep their ages in mind. And from the way they're written, it's clear Miura keeps it in mind - so y'all should too.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Yuri: "what's the point of being bi if you only like boys who look like girls" (aka she is weak for pretty boys)

Nise: post-canon the Honjo fam take her and Hayabusa in until she can accomplish her dream of having her own place. She then stays friendly with them (Honjo parents) throughout her life

Yu-chan: caffeine addict. He spends the entire time in the high-rise world with a killing headache bc unlike his cigs he can't get his coffee fix

Kuon: After all is said and done she starts experimenting with her appearance in the psychic realm. What's the point of being incorporeal if she can't have fun with that

Rika: He wants to get in law so that situation with his father's will doesn't happen again. (flimsy hc i have thought about exactly once in my life but it's the only one that comes to mind atm)

Senya: Has cried to his parents to "buy a star" at some point (you know that program that lets you buy/name a star? that.)

Shika: metalhead just needing the slightest push to awaken

one character i love seeing them interact with

Yuri: I'm not gonna lie, nothing beats seeing her with Rika

Nise: Sniper. Besties material.

Yu-chan: yeah, I'm going with Nise too

Kuon: Yuri

Rika: :3 You Know. Everyone Knows. I have to say his name at least once, JUO.

Senya: Mochizuki. Wish we had more...

Shika: I can count the times they were together on the fingers of one hand but. with Shintarou. I love themmm

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Yuri: Faceless-kun. Can't explain this one

Nise: Kuon, for the "more" category

Yu-chan: White Feather. Raised in foreign countries solidarity

Kuon: yeah, Nise. also Juo.

Rika: Aikawa's angels post canon. I am so curious. (also, the other Juo. I have to see that.)

Senya: Oribe

Shika: SHINTAROU

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Yuri: she never gets over her Sniper trauma but it gets slightly better once he starts going without mask

Nise: she becomes very protective of Mayu and treats her like she would a younger sister.

Yu-chan: He and Nise have silent hanging out times where she sits with her knives and he reads

Kuon: I want to say something about Nanami here but the most I have are static noises

Rika: he desperately wants a talk with Yuri about the whole siblings thing but she won't let him and it's killing him. He wants to apologize but she doesn't mind; he wants to explain but she already know. It changes nothing for her so that's a relief to him but still, you know?

Senya: he'd be friends with Yoshida is what I'm thinking

Shika: all my hcs here depend on whether she's Shintarou's in-law or step sister....

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Give me a character and I will give you my thoughts on

#thank you <3 #no idea if these make sense?? brain fuzzy #tenkuu shinpan #honjo yuri #nise-chan #honjo rika #yu-chan #shinzaki kuon #matsuda senya #hayami shika

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skelavender · 6 months

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“I couldn’t explain it. When I saw them, I could barely pay attention to the woman we were interviewing. I just… knew I needed them.”

Mulder’s eyes snap to her, “Oh my god, Scully, did you steal these?”

read/listen to kind of perfect chapter two on ao3, or below the cut!

Nothing changes really, not yet.

They make an appointment at the courthouse for a Wednesday afternoon, with plans to make it a late lunch break. Mulder gets the marriage license while Scully is elbow deep in an autopsy (literally) and he's bored of staring at the walls of the basement office.

They still go on cases. Scully still shows up to the office some mornings to find a plane ticket on Mulder’s desk, and him behind it. They still say goodnight five feet apart, at the doors of adjacent motel rooms. It’s normal. Except for the fact that they’re planning an illicit wedding in the background.

There’s a case in Pittsburgh where people feel urged to do things they only let themselves dream of. For every violent murder with a clear motive and confessed killer, there’s a happy couple walking down the street who found themselves pushed together after years of pining.

Mulder calls it witchcraft. Scully calls it a water contaminant. It’s all very routine.

Their investigation takes them to an antique mall outside the city, as labyrinthine as any. They wander through the precariously stacked furniture and tchotchkes, Scully running her hand over books, dishware, and photos passed down through many owners and wondering about where they’ve all been, what they’ve seen.

Scully adores antique stores. She’s always felt a kind of love in them. The energy of so many cherished possessions in one place is the only kind of magic she’s come close to believing in.

They’re interviewing the owner of a jewelry booth when she sees it. A tiny wood box in the glass case separating them from the witness that Scully isn’t paying nearly enough attention to. What lays in the velvet lining enraptures her, she can’t take her eyes off of it. Mulder’s touch on her lower back rouses her from her trance.

“Whaddya think, Scully?”

“Hmm?” She breaks her eyes away from the case and looks back up at him. He’s waiting for her opinion. She realizes she zoned out for most of the interview, and turns back to the woman across the glass case. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I must’ve been distracted. You have some beautiful pieces here, ma’am.”

“Ohh, shiny.” Mulder teases. Scully rolls her eyes.

“Oh, shut up Mulder.”

“Mrs. Landingham was just telling us about the vendor upstairs, who gives her the heebie geebies. He sells a bunch of dolls.”

“Well that’s not hard. Antique dolls even give me the… heebie geebies sometimes.”

Mulder laughs, and they go on with the interview. When they continue on through the antique mall, they split up, and Scully finds herself looping back around to the glass case from before.

“How much for that?” She asks, pointing to the little box. She doesn’t even hear the price, just grabs her checkbook from her coat pocket. The woman smiles at her.

“You have someone special, dear?”

“I… it’s complicated.”

“Hmm. If you’re buying them that, it’s probably not as complicated as you think.”

Scully just hands her the check and slips the box into the inside pocket of her jacket. Mulder catches up with her a couple rows away.

“Hey, where have you been? I thought we were looking at the third floor?”

“I was… looking for the bathroom,” She lies, “Did you find something?”

“Yeah, the booth Mrs. Landingham mentioned is, in fact, creepy as hell. I’ve never seen so many dolls in one place, Scully. And it had a vibe.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah, a weird one.”

“Let's go check it out together.”

His hand brushes her lower back and he guides her to the stairs.

***

They solve the case, burn the dolls. Apparently every victim of their own impulsivity had purchased one a couple days before they started acting differently. She stows the box in the glovebox of her car, and forgets about it until they’re on their way back to DC.

Mulder is, naturally, babbling.

“Honestly, I’m surprised neither of us were affected.”

Scully tenses behind the wheel.

“Right, Scully?”

She bites her lip.

“Scully? Were you –”

“Check the glovebox.” She blurts before she can think twice about it.

He leans forward, and pulls out the tiny box. When he glances at her, she nods, and he opens it. When he sees the contents, he lets out a little “Oh.”

In the box, in a sea of maroon velvet, lay two nearly identical gold rings. The only difference between them is a swell and a small diamond in the center of one of the eight-pointed star engravings adorning both bands.

She watches out of the corner of her eye as he runs a finger delicately along the engravings of the larger ring.

“I couldn’t explain it. When I saw them, I could barely pay attention to the woman we were interviewing. I just… knew I needed them.”

Mulder’s eyes snap to her, “Oh my god, Scully, did you steal these?”

“What? No!” She looks away from the road to give him an incredulous look. “I paid for them, I just bought them impulsively. I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you first. We haven’t talked about rings, and it’s probably a bad idea to wear them to work so there isn’t much of a point–”

“No they’re… they’re kind of perfect, Scully. Thank you.” He sounds almost breathless.

“Of course. I’m… I’m glad you like them.”

Mulder manages to shut up for a good chunk of their drive.

***

Mulder slaps his pen on the desk in frustration. Damn expense reports. He pinches the bridge of his nose in an attempt to make his growing headache subside.

Scully looks up at him over her glasses. Takes him in. She closes the file open in front of her and stands. “C’mon, Mulder. Let’s take a long lunch, I think we both need a break.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” They both don their jackets, Scully grabs her purse, and they whisk out of the building.

Mulder really, really should have asked where they were going before agreeing.

He finds himself in the boyfriend chair of a nearby Macy’s, watching Scully try on a series of dresses and suits. They aren't things he’s used to seeing her in. It’s not much more exciting to him than the expense reports, though it is less headache-inducing. So he sits and watches, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, fingers fiddling with the hair tie still wrapped around his left ring finger.

People have asked about the hair tie, of course. Sometimes it’s on his finger, sometimes just on his wrist. He tells them that Scully’s break sometimes, and it’s best to have a backup. Like he’s just that good of a partner, and the hair tie isn’t one of his most cherished possessions.

Breaking his train of thought, Scully steps out of the stall in what she would describe as an ivory cocktail dress with an eggshell lace overlay, and what Mulder would call a white dress.

“It’s not very you.” He says. She agrees, and steps back into the stall to try on the next one.

“What are we even doing here, Scully?”

“I need to find something for the wedding, and I don't have time to go to a traditional bridal salon.”

She steps out in a white pantsuit, shoulder pads and all.

Mulder slaps a hand over his eyes. “What the hell, Scully! Are you crazy? I can’t see you in your wedding dress before the wedding, that’s bad luck.”

“In our sham marriage?” She laughs, “C’mon Mulder, you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

“Do I believe in a superstition? Who do you think you’re talking to?”

“That’s a good point.” She approaches him and peels his hand off his eyes anyway. “Please, Mulder. I don’t want to do this by myself, and I just can’t ask Skinner.” His eyes go directly to hers, crinkled at the corners from her humored smile, then drift downwards to take in her outfit.

“Not that one,” he says, “It looks too much like something you’d wear to work.”

She huffs a laugh and retreats to change again. When she steps out, she’s in a slip dress with silver embroidered flowers.

“No.” He says immediately.

“No? So now you’re a stylist?”

“The rings are gold and that one has silver. I might know nothing about fashion, but I know that that’s against the rules.”

“Good eye, Mulder.” She retreats again.

“So why're you taking me wedding dress shopping, anyway? Why not your girlfriends, or your mom?”

“No one knows we're getting married. I haven’t even told my mom, she’d insist we make it into a whole event, and wouldn't keep it quiet. And even if people did know, I spend all my time on cases with you, so I'm somewhat lacking in the girlfriends department, or at least ones I’m close enough with to invite wedding shopping.” she pauses. “I always thought I'd do it with Melissa, but that’s… not an option”

“I'm so sorry, Scully. She should be here.”

“I know. “

She steps out in another dress. They agree that it’s too lacy. Back to the stall.

“I'd probably ask you to come shopping even if I was marrying someone else.” Something like distaste blooms in his chest at the thought. He ignores it.

“Really? I mean, you said it yourself, I'm not exactly fashion forward.”

“Of course. You're my best friend. I value your opinion.”

She steps out in another dress, this one simple, tight, and silky, with thin straps and a deep back. She does a little twirl. She does not giggle.

She sees Mulder’s eyebrows shoot up as his mouth opens. If he were in a cartoon, Scully is sure there would be a bubble with AWOOGA just above his face.

“Holy shit, Scully.” He stands and approaches her. Her face is so bright, so open.

“Yeah?”

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” She goes in for a hug, which Mulder accepts. He buries his face in her hair.

“You’re my best friend too, Scully.” She just hugs him tighter. “But if this turns out to be a disaster, I’m totally blaming you for making me see the dress before the big day.”

She laughs and they separate, but only by a few inches. His hands move to her neck, his thumbs framing her face.

“So, that’s the one?”

She smiles up at him and nods. “Yeah. It is.”

The smile they share is softer than any other.

She goes to change back into her work clothes, and he offers to bring the car around. Before leaving the store, he manages to hunt down the dress on the rack and stop at the cashier to leave a check with them, telling the girl behind the counter that it was for the suit-clad redhead about to exit the dressing rooms.

“You didn’t have to pay for the dress, Mulder.” She says as she climbs into the car, “But thank you.”

“You paid for the rings,” He reasons, “it’s only fair.”

“Still. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

The outing takes longer than their lunch hour, but no one seems to notice.

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