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Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask
Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.
Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences
Word Count: 3332
A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.
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"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.
Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.
"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.
"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."
"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.
"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.
"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."
"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.
"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.
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By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.
After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.
It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.
He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.
"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.
"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but we just got here."
"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."
"I noticed that."
"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.
"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."
(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.
"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.
"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.
"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.
"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.
"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.
"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.
There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.
As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.
With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.
Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.
Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.
"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.
"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.
He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."
"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.
The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.
(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.
"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.
"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.
He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.
"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."
"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.
They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.
At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.
"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.
"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.
"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.
She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.
It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.
"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.
Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.
"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.
"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.
"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.
Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.
Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.
(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.
"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.
He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.
"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.
It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.
She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.
"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.
The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.
"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."
His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.
A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.
She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.
After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.
Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.
Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.
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Can I tell you about the very queer game I made this Pride?
In A World That Hates and Fears You, Living Becomes an Act of Rebellion.
Exceptionals is a game inspired by X-Men about and for the spaces and communities marginalized peoples make for themselves. Play as a Geno, one of little less than 0.5% percent of the population that has gone through a mysterious process called Claremont-Simonson mutation, as you try to navigate a world that won’t make room for you. Exceptionals is a game about what the mutant metaphor means to you and the different lenses through which we view it. Punch back and build something of worth together in this narrative tag-driven tabletop role playing game.
🧬Features Open-Ended Character Creation🧬
Mix and Match between (23) open-ended but guided protocols. Answer questions to create high concept and unique super powered characters where the only real limit is your imagination. Get invested in who you make as a whole person, and not just a set of powers. Build a Community
🧬Create a living and dynamic community space full of colorful characters. 🧬
Grow your base as an anchor for other geno and help fill it with the resources they and you need. Understand how your actions effect others and gain trust through the bonds mechanic. It’s a game where you get stronger by growing your community and heal by being part of it.
🧬Comic Book Storytelling 🧬
Play as a creative team of writers and editors working to tell the best version of the story you can over time and storyline-based experience to model changes of the status quo and creative direction. Enjoy panel based action pacing and the ability of characters of all power levels to coexist and carry the same amount of story weight.
🧬Not Pain Tourism 🧬
While Exceptionals offers a number of places to push back, we understand and recognize that the most important part of a punching bag is that you choose to hit it, even if it’s not at all. We recognize not everyone gets to set the issues that the mutant metaphor is used to talk about down when they leave the table and offer many ways to tell stories outside of a lens defined by pain. We also put an emphasis and mechanical weight on the importance of joy and celebration.
📚You can buy the Core Book here:📚
https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals
📚You can buy the Expansions here:📚
https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals-expansion-bundle
📚You can buy the bundle with everything here:📚
https://bramblewolfgames.itch.io/exceptionals-expansion-bundle
I didn’t go out with the intent of making this a very queer game. Not explicitly. I started making games because I got frustrated waiting to feel seen or acknowledged. Another game got me mad about using my peoples stories to be transphobic, to be racist, to be ableist. Nevermind my people have more than two genders traditionally and faced a genocide. That was too much for me. I said this was enough and the quite indignities I suffered to feel included wasn’t worth it. I could do better myself.
So I set out to make a superhero game. I hated just about every comic book game on the market. It never seemed to capture what I did like about big hero comics with high concept storytelling and powers and couldn’t care less on a mechanical or narrative level about who this person was outside the mask. More focused on bashing action figures together and golden age pastiche that doesn’t really reflect the decades of character and genre developments that have happened since then. I later found games that do it better, but I was dissatisfied...
I chose x-men for the homies. I’ve always been an x-men fan. A lot of people my age were. My first action figure was one of rogue I got at a garage sale, where she then went on to fight many a play-dough monster. But for many of us it was the first place we were allowed to be heroes. There are no natives on the 90′s x-men team. But I had uncles and older kids all too eager to tell me about Forge and Warpath (I hate that name) and my favorite Dani Moonstar (I ain’t the biggest fan of that name either, but she’s the closest thing mainstream hero comics have to a good NDN).
After that, things just kinda flowed from there. The X-men have such a focus on community. It’s “comics greatest soap opera”. It can be messy, complicated, beautiful and life-affirming all at the same time. They take the time to play basketball, go to the mall, and have birthday parties as they grow. Two of my favorite x-men comics aren’t about fighting at all. One is framed around a sleepover some students have, and another is about a wedding and framed around everyone filming their part of the wedding tape.
So I started thinking about the communities I’ve been a part of. A big core of the game is informed by my time and the people I met in these sort of spaces. As a native, as a queer person, as a disabled person I’ve been both someone who needed them and someone who gave back.
Which suited x-men just fine. X-men has cared about that sort of thing from about X-men #3 with the first appearance of The Blob, establishing it’s tone of sympathy and mutants as a minority analog.
I just kept going and I didn’t stop. And apparently I did a good job. Someone out there has been using my game as game-therapy and community outreach in a gender health center out in California. I got a lot of kind words for the game too (which is good, because I spent 3 years on it).
KUDOS
-As featured on; io9/Gizmodo, Kotaku, Listen to Theses Nerds, Team-Up Moves, Yes Indie'd Pod, Team-Up Moves, and The Voice of Dog
-#1 Best Seller and Popular on Itch.io in both Analog & RPG Games, Sept 2021
Listen to the Team-Up Moves AP Here!: https://teamupmoves.com/runs/exceptionals
"Exceptionals is a beautiful, brilliantly designed superhero RPG. It's truly a masterpiece, and if you haven't checked it out, do yourself a favor." -@PartyOfOnePod
"This thing COOKS, Sahoni doesn't just tap into the queer/minority readings of mutants, but also ties in the weirdness that really gets my mind racing when it comes to X books."
-@froondingloom
"A refreshingly different game, that strikes a good balance between unlimited player freedom and solid guiding handrails. Really gets at the full potential of what the ;mutant outcast heroes' genre should be about: found family, building communities, and lives lived to the fullest despite being lived in defiance." -@guywhowrotethis
"The whole game oozes love for its inspiration while also going further than they dared...."
-@Phoenix24Femme
"Astonishing! Uncanny! All-New! And all other X-Adjectives available. This book gets why one would want to play the Mutant Metaphor in an RPG. It cleverly weaves the power fantasy of powerful individuals with the drive to do good for one's community. It's well-researched, well-written and, well, so much fun to play! This is the superpowered game I've been wanting for a long, long time. I can't wait to tell an Exceptional story of my own!"
-@Kokiteno
Team-up moves even made a recommended comic reading list. It has some of the best x-men has to offer and then some. It even includes that New Mutants comic with the sleepover. They read me for filth and I love it.
I hope you play my game too. I hope you like it. I hope you tell queer stories and build community around you. I hope it’s messy, complicated, beautiful and life-affirming all at the same time. Thank you for reading this. Please reblog if you can as well as share it with x-men and rpg fans in your life.
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Okay. Let's talk, QSMPblr, because I want to talk.
The Brazilian side of this fandom is actually insane. If nobody else has said it yet (which I highly doubt, but I'll put it out there anyway), then I will.
You guys are some of the smartest, most die-hard, committed fans I've met. And you're insanely positive, which might seem like a weird thing to say, but I feel like I've seen it anyway. On that note.
I've talked about this fanfiction in the past, so if you saw that post, you'll know what I'm getting into here. But I want to delve into this a bit more.
'The Reason' by Nan_Yelo is the most kudosed work of fanfiction in Brazilian Portuguese, period. It is in a fandom that has only existed since March of 2023, up against the translated version of the most kudosed fanfiction on AO3 (All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 translated into All the Young Dudes by wolfuckingstar) and multiple other fandoms and fanfictions that have existed far, far longer. Every time I find the fanfic again, I am continuously flabbergasted that it got to where it was.
However, its placement in kudos is not its only astonishing accomplishment. I've talked about it's kudos. I've lamented and waxed poetry about its kudos until the night turned to day and I reached my mental QSMP limit (which is astonishingly high, might I say). But the kudos are not the only place where 'The Reason' has done astonishingly well.
Clocking in 88,844 words, 128 comments (including one of my own, awkwardly gushing about the fanfiction in English because my Portuguese can let me say the word 'cheese' and 'I don't speak Portuguese, sorry'), 143 bookmarks, 35,035 hits, and probably most notably, 1,628 kudos, 'The Reason' is honestly a record-breaking fanfiction in more ways than one.
It is about a fandom that has only existed since March of 2023, and about a duo that really only came around in April of that same year.
It is the tenth most kudosed fanfiction under the QSMP tag, which I think is actually insane. Officially, the QSMP has thirty-four streamers displayed on its members page, plus Quackity's Spanish channel and the straight up QSMP streaming account. Of this five are Brazilian. Slightly more than 1/7th of the total streamers. One former member was also Brazilian, so adding them into the mix would bump that number up to 6/35, or a bit more than 17%. Not half, not a quarter, not even a fifth of the total number of streamers.
And despite this fact, in spite of this fact, fanfiction about the Brazilian members of the QSMP has been some of the most popular in the fandom.
That out of the way, not only is 'The Reason' the most kudosed Brazilian Portuguese fanfiction, it is also the most kudosed Portuguese fanfiction period.
Compare it to the most kudosed European Portuguese fanfiction available to a user logged in on AO3, 'E Depois do Adeus (And After Goodbye)' by Palacios_Modernos.
244 kudos, and the most kudosed European Portuguese fanfiction. Then look at 'The Reason'. 1,628, meaning that 'The Reason' is the singular most kudosed fanfiction in any type of Portuguese published on AO3. (I have checked Uncategorized Constructed Languages and the other language tabs for any other registered types of Portuguese, and none exist, meaning that European Portuguese and Brazilian Portuguese are the only two out there to look at).
It is the second most bookmarked fanfiction in Brazilian Portuguese, at 143 bookmarks, which is only 15 below the most bookmarked fanfiction in Brazilian Portuguese (Rainha de Sothoryos by MarVermelho), which has has less than half the kudos and 10,000 less hits.
Comparing these two fanfictions to the most bookmarked fanfiction in European Portuguese, which clocks in at 33, this can also claim its title as the second most bookmarked fanfiction in Portuguese period.
And when it comes to hits, 'The Reason' clocks in at fourth out of all Portuguese fanfiction available to a user signed into AO3.
This fanfiction is six months old, part of a fandom that has been around since March of 2023, up against three fanfictions from Harry Potter, a franchise that has been around for decades (yeah, I'm going there, I'll make everyone feel old if I feel like it). And it is genuinely record breaking in every definition of the word.
Is this post long as fuck? Yes. Is it entirely deserved? Absolutely.
Go read it, because 'The Reason' is actually insane. It has been fully translated into English and partially translated into Spanish as of February 19th, 2023, and it's honestly beautiful.
#ao3#guapoduo#qsmp#qsmp fanfiction#qsmp brasil#qsmp positivity#ig#y'all are insane#and I love you for it but holy FUCK this fic is mindboggling#you guys can double check if you don't believe me#search > works#select the language as Português brasileiro#and sort by 'kudos' and 'descending'#long post#archive of our own#fanfiction#analysis#qsmp analysis#sort of
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hit me with your killshot.
↳ jeong yunho x f!reader
you trusted each other but now your words mean nothing and your actions speak the truth.
length. 1.6k
genre. angst until it's not..., fluff, secret au bc i can't spoil
warnings/tags. war language, weapons, non-explicit violence, betrayal, mention of death.
networks. @kflixnet k-labels
notes. oh, how i love writing this au it brings me sm joy you don't understand. hope you like it!
i'm desperate for feedback and i love comments with your opinion!
(cross-posted on ao3 only)
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all is fair in love and war.
your mother used to say it all the time when you and wooyoung were kids and fought constantly over the most stupid things. she always said it with an amused smile on her lips, like she knew something you were not yet privy to, and when you were younger the notion of being kept in the dark by the person you trusted the most angered you. scared you.
you couldn’t understand what those words really meant. what did love and war —irreconcilable antitheses, mortal enemies— have to do with each other? and why did it seem like everyone around you, your older brother included, had accepted the sad juxtaposition as truth?
years passed, you and wooyoung got used to one another, fought less, and the enigmatic phrase seldom left your mother’s mouth to the point that it started to fade away under the new memories of your teenage years.
just when it was about to get buried by your twenties, something happened that you hadn’t thought possible. something you’d skeptically deemed ‘not for you’. he happened. yunho happened.
and your mother’s words finally made sense.
all is fair in love and war because the rules of normal civility do not apply during war-making, and when one is desperately in love; because love and war have universally accepted limits but if one were to break those unwritten rules someone would still find a way to justify, to forgive and forget.
but something in the old proverb felt incomplete.
love and war are not the only gods that rule over the earth and you wonder how did the people that came before you not realize the looming force of the third: business.
what is fair in business?
what about your business? where it costs little to play dirty and it pays off handsomely? in which love is a mere distraction and war is a means to an end?
and now you’re the lonely bearer of the weight of this third secret factor. now that you’re at war and you’re running from love, you think back about the times you didn’t understand and wish to be brought back there. clueless but free.
it feels stupid to think about all this while you’re tiptoeing around the upper floor of the dark arena —battlefield of the ruthless game you all play— but it’s really all you can do, high off adrenaline and anticipation, waiting for someone to distract the unfortunate victim you have chosen for this round just so you can fix the red laser beam on its unsuspecting back and shoot your shot, granting your team one more chance at victory, at survival.
you crouch down, rifle in front of you and you scan the ground sector through your scope.
from up here you can see what goes on in the maze below. every movement, every noise has you drawing a mental map of the players.
you can see jongho’s head slowly but surely cornering a terrified choi san to the east wall of the arena, meaning that sooner than later you’ll have an advantage in numbers over the rival team. from the sound of his shotgun reloading almost faster than it shoots, seonghwa must be stalking down kim hongjoong —sworn enemy and skilled sniper— somewhere around the entrance gates. that leaves wooyoung staring at you from the ground, weapon in hand and eyebrows raised in a telling frown. one that shows you he’s ready to play his part in your minutely crafted plan.
the high wall of the maze is the only thing separating him and your target of choice. kang yeosang leans idly against the hard barrier that cages all of you in like he doesn’t know he’s being hunted for survival, as if he doesn’t realize your brother has been waiting for months to see him fail at your team’s hands.
he starts humming something under his breath too and it’s then that you realize that something– someone extremely dangerous is missing from your mind-map.
when jongho hit one of his teammates in the stomach, your personal and complicated enemy fled the north section before you could follow his movements and with the quick plan of taking out yeosang in full motion you forgot to look for him.
your head snaps to either side of the narrow platform you’re standing on. the thought of his dark eyes watching you this whole time sends chills down your back and makes a heavy weight drop to your stomach.
how did you end up like this?
before the arena, before you started to play this sick game for a chance at a happier life, everything was just as perfect as it could have been.
jeong yunho. same age and lifelong friend of your annoying brother. tall, built, and handsome, one of the most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen and a laugh you still can’t get out of your head.
your mother was so happy when wooyoung grumpily let the fact that you were stealing his friend away from his group activities slip during a visit home from the city.
and oh, were you happy.
navigating the hardest periods of your young life, in a hostile environment with the sweetest words whispered into your ear every night before you went to sleep.
then the ragtag group of friends you found yourself spending most of your time with, made the cursed discovery. every and each one of you got sucked in before you could realize what it meant.
it stood at the core of the city, a dark monster of metal and neon, big enough just for the bloodshed it hosted. the arena with no physical public, just big screens that displayed what went on in hell.
it started as curiosity and now you face this nightmare every week, hoping to win the glory that you all adamantly desire for different reasons. wooyoung to finally end yeosang’s incredible luck. seonghwa to destroy hongjoon’s ego. jongho for fun. and you to escape the game of cat and mouse you play with the one you trusted with your life.
you shake from your trance and try to listen for any sign that the tall soldier is near.
amongst the noise of the ground floor, you fail to capture the clang of his boots on the metal grate but yunho doesn’t care to hide from you anymore.
from the crouched position you still have, he looms over you with sad coldness, staring you down like he’s trying to understand where you come from.
then he speaks. voice low, gelid. you can feel the anger through it. “did you take mingi out?”
“yunho–”
“he tried to warn me about you, you know. did you?”
you shake your head slightly. your teammate won’t care if you tell on him. your bloodthirsty sniper wants people to know what he’s capable of. “jongho…”
“it was your plan though.”
it’s the truth but it still hurts. “yunho, listen–”
“it’s always your plans that put me in the worst positions.” he aims his gun at your chest, his hands trembling slightly from the strong grip he has on the weapon; knuckles white.
your voice breaks when you speak. “yunho, please i know you don’t want to do this. please.”
“are you really begging right now?” he scoffs. “mingi was your friend, Y/N! you were going to shoot yeosang in the back!” he nods the gun to the ground floor where wooyoung is still waiting for your move. “i’m done with letting you win, i’m sorry. i can’t watch you do this anymore.”
your rifle is your only source of comfort right now and you grip it with all your might. even now you can’t seem to point it at the man that stands before you. even now you can’t bear that you’re on different sides of the same battle.
“you have to understand…” it sounds like he’s trying to justify himself more than anything.
“understand what, yunho?” you spat. “you’re standing over me telling me to understand but i really can’t because you’re doing the same thing! you’re going to kill me and call it justice!”
he flinches.
“look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. tell me that i meant nothing to you, that it was all a lie and then maybe i will understand you.”
“Y/N–”
“i love you.” your eyes cloud with heartbreak and a single tear makes its way down your cheek.
everything is over. betrayed by your own lover. killed by love and war.
his finger moves to the trigger. time slows down. you close your eyes.
“i will always love you.” a whisper.
instead of the bang of the gun a loud siren that resonates throughout the entire arena.
“TIME’S OUT!” yeosang cheers followed by wooyoung’s groans.
mingi and san pop their heads from the exit door with small smiles on their lips. “it’s a draw but we all did great guys!”
the others find their way towards the exit, technical gear coming off while the lights of the arena switch back on.
“just– for next time maybe we should finally change teams so that those two up there don’t go full mr. and mrs. smith on us!” mingi’s loud voice reaches everyone.
“yes, please. it’s just laser tag you guys, no need to be that dramatic over it.” wooyoung’s clearly addressing you and everyone agrees with him with quiet grunts.
your boyfriend who still looms over you throws you an amused grin and offers you his hand to get up. when you’re back on your feet he dusts off your shirt and dries the cinematic tear off your cheek. big hands put your mussed hair behind your ears and cup your face.
“they think we’re too much.”
“they just can’t handle us, yuyu. let them cry.”
he chuckles loudly as you place a sweet kiss on his cheek.
“by the way, next week i’m finally taking you out.” you taunt.
“like, on a date or with a sniper?”
#yunho x reader#jeong yunho x reader#ateez x reader#k-labels#kflixnet#yunho#jeong yunho#ateez yunho#ateez angst#ateez x you#ateez#ateez fic
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hii! i wanted to ask a drabble from the bingo ‘strange to lovers’ where steve and reader meet like the characters from the movie 101 dalmatians. i know it sounds weird but i thought it could be cute (also sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language!)
OH MY GOD THATS SO CUTE
Pls I LOVE this idea. It’s the cutest thing ever. I’m so glad you came up with that. Thank you for requesting!
Btw, you can request ’strangers to lovers’ again, there are no limitations!:)
All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)
Love on the first splash
Warnings: none! Just fluff:) and yes, Steve has a golden retriever because I feel like he’d have one
It was a warm and sunny day, perfect for a walk. That’s exactly what your girl thought, too, excitingly jumping up and down when you grabbed her leash. After letting you hook the leash to her collar you grabbed your black hat and put it on. One last glance into the mirror told you you were ready to go out. A simple, black dress with white dots and equally black heeled ballerinas. A bit ironic, since you had a Dalmatian girl.
“Come on Dotty, let’s go enjoy the amazing weather”, you smiled at your dog, leaving your apartment. Your well-behaved girl walked besides your legs, sometimes stopping to sniff something or doing her business.
You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, unknowingly showing the man who was watching you from his window your beautiful smile.
Steve sighed quietly, averting his gaze from you and grabbing his protein shake that he mostly drank to fulfill all his needed calories.
He had noticed you quite often, especially in the dog park and even once in the café he sometimes got his coffee from. (Now more often since he had seen you there.)
But he started to feel like a creep. Never talking to you, just watching you from his window sometimes. He just never knew how to start a conversation with you. The most he achieved was a smile while jogging past you.
And whenever you smiled back, he nearly tripped over his own feet.
He took another sip of his smoothie, nearly spilling it when his golden retriever boy ran right into his legs with his leash in his mouth. Shaking his head he started assaulting Steve with his leash and hitting his legs. “Ouch! Ouch! Okay-I get it-you want to go out-fine, fine, fine just stop”, he immediately grabbed the leash. “Okay Buddy, let’s go out-but I should change. I'm still in my work out clothes so-Okay! Okay ouch! I get it. No changing I get it-“
With that the two left the building.
Within a few minutes he was already in the dog park, noticing you sitting on a bench, stroking your Dalmatian's head, while she leaned her head on your thigh. He smiled at you, but you didn’t even notice it.
Just then did you take a quick picture of your dog, before feeling someone’s gaze on you. You immediately looked up, meeting the blue eyes of an attractive man. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him here, but you never talked to each other.
The corners of your lips twitched upward, but you lowered your gaze again not wanting to stare at him. This would be rude.
Head shaking you decided to walk with Dotty one more round before going back home. Dotty seemed happy with the walk, especially when a bird started singing sitting at the edge of a fountain. You stopped to admire it, or well, Dotty did. A soft laugh escaped your lips. “What, you like it? Sounds nice, doesn’t it?”, you smiled, also listening to the pretty song.
Just then did a dog walk up to you, making Dotty walk behind you, him following. So did his owner.
The beefy blue-eyed guy.
“Oh no! Dotty, don’t do that!” You gasped when she walked around your legs again.
The leash being long enough for it to slowly wrap around your legs, while his dog still followed Dotty, now even circling the man himself. “Hey Buddy-stop it-I can’t move”, he gasped in surprise, feeling the rope tightening around his legs, making him step closer to you. At this point he could smell your perfume, feel the soft material of your dress tickling him.
“Stop your dog! The leashes are all tangled up now”, you said harshly, trying to push away the (good looking) man who was way too close at this point, your chests pressed against each other. From all the hectic steps and movements you’ve lost your hat.
“I’m sorry Miss, but I can’t do anything-it’s your dog-“ “my dog?! She didn’t do anything. Your dog started chasing her-” “he just wanted to greet her-it’s what dogs do-“ “don’t tell me what dogs do, I’m-oh god” You felt one of the dogs push against your legs, making you stumble forward and step onto the stranger's foot.
You both lost your balance, especially with Steve’s knees hitting the edge of the fountain, falling back and into the water. Being bound together you couldn’t do anything to provide falling onto the man. The last thing that you could hear was Steve’s ‘Fuck’ before falling.
Right into the cold water.
Gasping you tried to pull yourself up, unintentionally pushing steve into the water all over again, making him cough loudly. “Wait-stop your wriggling or you’ll drown me!” That’s when you finally stopped moving, letting the man sit up and unhook the dogs-both immediately starting running and playing together.
“I’m so sorry about all this”, Steve started apologizing, slowly unwrapping the leashes from around your bodies. Even though the water he was sitting in was cold, he felt his blood boiling. His face was covered with red color, the blush creeping up till the very tips of his ears. “I have no idea why Buddy did it- I mean he probably just wanted to get to know your dog-“ “Dotty.” “What?
“Her name is Dotty”, only then did Steve seem to understand, nodding slowly, while he threw both leashes out of the water. “I guess Dotty and Buddy are becoming friends-I’m pretty sure they’re chasing a squirrel”, this time you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.
And Steve felt like it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, even compared to all those beautiful bird songs. Nothing was as beautiful as your laugh.
“I’m Steve”, he finally introduced himself, shaking your hand when you took it. “I’m Y/N”, with that he helped you stand up, the dress clinging to your body and pulling you down, nearly making you stumble again, but Steve’s quick reflexes allowed him to catch you.
Your breath hitched when you felt his big palms on your waist, your chest feeling tighter, your hands itching to touch him, but you managed to hold back. Clearing your throat you took a step back, making sure not to fall again. Steve helped you step out of the fountain, water still dripping from your clothes and hair, both of you completely drenched.
“That’s not how I imagined our first interaction to turn out”, you heard the blond mumble, making you look up in surprise. “What-what do you mean?” The blush reappeared on Steve’s cheeks, while he shrugged.
“It’s just…I’ve noticed you a few times but I was too shy to actually talk to you-but I wanted to-just without all the…chaos that came with it”, Steve said truthfully, picking up the leashes and calling for his dog. You did the same. “Well, since we’ve already talked..and our dogs are friends…we should keep them apart, you know”, you mumbled, feeling your own face heat up.
While you hooked Dotty at her leash you didn’t notice Steve’s big smile while he watched you. “So…you want for our dogs to have a dog-play-date?”, he laughed happily. Your own chuckle following.
You nodded and watched Steve’s smile turn into an even bigger grin. “Maybe tomorrow? Same time?”, he suggested nervously and you immediately felt butterflies tingle in your stomach.
“Tomorrow sounds great. It’s a date.”
Bonus:
Just when you turned around Steve called your name. “You forgot your hat!”, he jogged up to you with your hat. Smiling he put it on your head, not noticing the remaining water and coins in it, till it all dropped over your head, making you even wetter, the coins falling everywhere even your cleavage.
“Oh his Steve, that's cold!” “Shit-I’m so sorry”, he immediately apologized once again, trying to brush off the pennies from your shoulders, for a second looking down into your filled cleavage, feeling himself blush a deep red.
You noticed his gaze, smacking his hands away. “Don’t worry about the coins, Steve. I can take care of them myself”, you tried to sound serious, but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. Especially when both of your dogs tied you once again with their leashes, pressing you close against each other.
Bonus 2:
Next day
Reader: "What's his real name?"
Steve: "I call him buddy."
R: "Yeah but what's his name tho."
S: "Buddy."
R:...
S:...
R: "oh you mean... his name is buddy."
S: “okay, Technically it’s ‘slippers’ in his certificate, but I…don’t like it. Buddy is better”
R: “Why slippers?”
S: “It’s a long story…”
R: “we have time.”
S: "When he was young - even younger, like 40 days old, he slips through the bars of his cage, ran into a bowl of oil, and slide all the way from kitchen to the living room, and got his head stuck in a slipper"
R: “It makes sense you’re his owner.”
S: “what’s that supposed to mean???”
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Pairing: Rhinedottir x Gn!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Dark Content, Rhinedottir uses She/Her Pronouns, Reader uses No Pronouns, Abusive Relationship, Abuse/Assault, Rhinedottir is a bitch (affectionate), Gender Neutral Reader, Human Experimentation, Manipulation, Less than 1k idk i wrote this in tumblr drafts lmao.
A/n: Okay, so I am writing a longer Rhine thing but for now I needed to get this out of my brain and into the wild. A quick forewarning, Rhine in this is very much made with my personal headcanons in mind so just please be aware of that. I know she hasn't made an official appearance but with how much we've heard about her in lore i cannot stop myself from being obsessed. Please, make sure you read all the warnings before reading. Thanks!
Tagging: @auphelia
Impatient. Chatty. Annoying. These are just some of the words Rhine would use to describe you. There were no buts, just Rhine and her disgust which permeated the walls of her lab. She looked over her notes again, and again, until she’d concluded that she was indeed dissatisfied with the work you both had done. Well, her work, but you were willing enough. Sadly as much as she loathed the idea of rethinking her strategy, she had no other choice.
In the meantime Rhine had no option but to map out what needed to be done and with what. As she thought it out in her mind, connecting dots that others would find irrelevant, her ears grew warm from the surrounding buzz of the room. The lack of sound often seemed the loudest at times to some. Although Rhine would disagree. The empty air was needed, a necessary measure. While others found comfort in idle chit chat she saw it nothing more than a distraction. Talking often got in the way of more important things, such as moments like this.
The silence was nice, forgiving even, but of course, you had to open that trap of yours. She nearly lost her composure listening to your mindless chatter sometimes. Of course her best test subject would be the most troublesome of them all. At times she wished she’d make a mistake—an impossible yet comforting thought—and “accidentally” end the experiment early. Never mind how utterly unlikely that would be. It’s that thought which was ripped from her upon hearing you ask another loud and idiotic question.
“What are you doing, Miss.Rhine?” Your voice is sweet with an ugly aftertaste.
She ignores you but her eye twitches.
Absolutely frustrating.
You press further, asking why she’s ignoring you, and it isn’t long before she’s letting out a growl.
She drops her clipboard and lunges a hand towards your face, forcing your gaze at hers. Her long, dirty nails dig into your cheeks causing them to hurt just enough to shut you up.
“I will cut out your tongue if you do not silence it.” She snapped.
Silence finally thickened the surrounding air, staining a reminder into your throat as you swallowed hard. Rhine was usually patient, something she had to force herself to be after many years with you, but you had a way of testing her limits. Your voice was just one of her many irritants. She scoffed and let go of your face roughly, recklessly throwing back your head till it hit the surface behind you. Finally, she could get back to the task at hand, she thought to herself.
Sadly, she made the mistake of glancing over at your teary eyed face. You averted your eyes the instant hers locked onto yours. You sniffled and flinched as she moved her hand to pinch her nose. God, you were so fucking insufferable. It was always something with you. Well, she very well couldn't continue her work if she didn't have a proper subject.
Reluctantly she stood up and scooped you up into her arms and sighed loudly. "Stop crying."
You began to cry harder and she groaned out loud. Rocking you in her arms she stood still aside from the very mechanical rocking movements. Rhine had better things to do than coddle you, she couldn't let herself get into the habit of spoiling you. No, that would be most troublesome. It was only a few moments before you were a puddle in her arms, quiet and reserved. She could finally get back to the job at hand. Just as she started reading over her notes, again, she caught herself scowling down at you.
She tightened her jaw, grinding down on her teeth. Had she gone soft? Weak in the knees for some nobody. The mere idea left a sour taste in her mouth. Had Rhine finally fallen from grace? No, such things she reassured herself. Besides, much work was to be done and she very well couldn't be bothered to dwell on useless worries such as that. For now she supposed it was alright, it was keeping you quiet, after all. I suppose. She was not motherly by any means, but she could at least pretend long enough to shut you up.
#rhinedottir x reader#rhinedottir x you#rhinedottir x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin x y/n#rhinedottir
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Steve Harrington with Head Trauma Fic Recs
one of my favorite Stranger Things tropes, here is a list of Steve having head trauma and/or suffering from migraines.
as always this list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
Misjudged Your Limits by kikisifi13 - Rated T
"According to Robin, the first signs that Steve was getting a migraine were the little things, things that would seem normal if they were coming from anyone else.
Steve had walked into Family Video that morning fifteen minutes late, wearing sunglasses and clutching a thermos of coffee. And sure, it was summer. But the knowing glance that Robin shot Eddie told him this wasn’t that."
After being beaten up one too many times, Steve Harrington has some head trauma to show for it. This also means migraines, which he tries his best to avoid displaying.
3 months into dating Eddie Munson, that particular situation becomes unavoidable, and when Steve is forced to be vulnerable, Eddie doesn't know what the hell he's supposed to do.
Cue Robin leading Eddie through Caring For Steve's Migraines: A Comprehensive Guide.
TW: headaches, nausea, vomiting
Odds and Ends by kikisifi13 - Rated T
The plan is this: Steve is supposed to take the kids to see the newest Star Trek movie this Friday.
The problem is this: Steve is due for a migraine.
basically the kids thought his migraines weren't a big deal, and now they DEFINITELY do hehe
well, with a little help from Eddie and Robin. and Max. she knows what's up.
So Let It Out And Let It In by fangirlandtheories - Rated T
"Steve and his Dad get into a fight so he instinctively seeks out Eddie, only realizing too late that he's in the middle of DnD night with the kids, forcing him to be vulnerable in front of them." Anon request from Tumblr.
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“Hey, Steve, you’re kinda freaking us out dude.” Mike was slowly rising from his seat as he watched Steve’s eyes start to flutter. “Why’s your voice sound like that?”
medicinal by peaktotheocean - Rated T
“I’ve got a friend who is having a ton of migraine issues," Robin blurted out. Eddie's head rose to look at her. That was a new one. "We heard weed helps. Any truth to it?” She asked hopefully.
Uncle Wayne always used to joke that Eddie was too curious for his own good. Eddie just never thought he'd agree with the assessment while selling weed to Robin Buckley of all people.
Sticky Notes by voidpacifist - Rated M
"It's the only music I can hear," Steve answers honestly. Something soft passes over Eddie's face at the admission. It's not pity. Steve saw pity in the librarians eyes as he and Dustin and Robin checked out all those books on ASL. Steve knows what self righteous sympathy does to a person's face, and it isn't doing that to Eddie's. No, Eddie's expression is maybe closest to understanding.
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Steve's hearing was already dwindling on the precipice of "not good" after his run-in with Billy Hargrove in 1984. Less than a year and one Russian interrogation later, he loses the totality of his hearing in his left ear, and most of it in his right. To help himself readjust to a world with minimal sound, he starts seeking noise in a way he never expected to — by attending Corroded Coffin's performances at the Hideout.
Eddie wants to know what the hell is up with "King Steve" suddenly showing up to his shows. His questioning doesn't go to plan, and instead he lands himself an unexpected new friend.
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pre!S3 —> post!S4
yesterdays shatter, tomorrows don't matter by yellowmarshmallow - Rated M
There were only so many times someone could hit you in the head before you got lasting problems. Steve found that the number was about three.
But now Robin and the kids insist he should look after himself, and with Eddie making it his mission to make sure he does, Steve isn't sure he's in a place to argue.
Maybe being loved isn't so bad.
Stuck in My Head by schrijverr - Rated T
Between Jonathan, Billy and the Russians, Steve’s brain has taken enough damage for it to be permanent. He tries to deal with it, but with the Upside Down coming back, he can’t keep doing it alone. So, he confides in Eddie, the most unlikely person, but the only one who doesn’t yet count on him to be strong. The secret gives them a bond that helps them grow closer together as Eddie has Steve’s back and shows him he’s worth something.
#fanfic#fanfic recs#veryace recs#stranger things#steddie#steve harrington#steve harrington has head trauma#steve harrington has migraines#ao3#ao3 fic recs
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Shoutouts to Vasily Pavlichenko !
(General vasily HCs as well as Vasily/reader hcs)
*With bonus nsfw at the end, dw I tag it
Gender neutral reader, again
Order: general hcs -> vasily/reader -> nsfw
GENERAL HCS
Shoutout to the man who showers nearly exclusively with cold water every morning like a fucking SICKO (good for him).
Shoutout to the man who has one apron which he uses both for art and for cooking and refuses to buy another one because he says having more than one is unnecessary.
Shoutout to the man who has an entire shelf of his art supplies which he keeps very tidy and organized, but his workstation is constantly a mess.
Shoutout to the man who accidentally drank paint water when sleep deprived and didn't even notice until a few seconds after he swallowed it.
Shoutout to the man who used to consistently organize his art supplies by colour but has since has given up.
Shoutout to the man with like 69 pinterest boards all for really specific things and somehow is able to nagivate them with no issue.
SFW VASILY/READER
Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, will pull out his phone and take pictures or videos of you while hanging out, purely because he wants to always remember the small moments.
Shoutout to the man who picks you up like a cat sometimes just for the funnies.
Shoutout to the man who has the warmest tiddies to snuggle on a cold night. Or a cold day. Or a hot day. Why limit yourself (although he might not appreciate the last one).
Shoutout to the man who's so observant that he notices when something's bothering you before even you notice it.
Shoutout to the man who will drag you out of bed in the morning, he'll let you sleep in if you need it but. Do you smell that ? The breakfast he cooked for you both ? What're you gonna do, stay in bed and let it get cold rather than eat it with him?
Shoutout to the man who's impulse upon waking up to accidentally drooling on you in his sleep was to laugh first and THEN apologize.
Shoutout to the man who is the reason you watch your step while youre in his room / he's in your room, because he likes to lay down on the floor.
Shoutout to the man who allows you to bite his fingers like a cat.
Shoutout to the man who draws your favourite characters just to see you light up.
Shoutout to the man who stays up late drawing who you have to drag to bed with you or he'll be up for another god knows how many hours.
Shoutout to the man who, when he doesnt stay up late drawing, sleeps at a pretty reasonable time, and drags you to bed when you're up late.
Shoutout to the man who invites you to play fps games with him and supports you even if you have no idea what you're doing.
Shoutout to the man who likes to give you big hugs and lifts you up off the ground to spin you, but stopped ever since he accidentally spun your ankle right into the leg of a table and had to go get ice for you.
Shoutout to the man who lets you borrow all his comfy sweaters and jackets and calls you a bowling ball when you stuff your knees into the sweater while you wear it.
Shoutout to the man who cant handle spicy food for shit. You only learned that about him when you ate something spicy with him, and you turned to him bcs he was sniffling and he looked like he was about to cry.
Shoutout to the man who went stargazing with you only to accidentally choose the most mosquito infested place.
Shoutout to the man who wanted to have a candlelit dinner with you but evenetually got annoyed that he couldn't see the food and just turned on the ceiling light.
Shoutout to the man who didn't notice you were laying on the floor, almost stepped on you, then immediately noticed you and fell over and hit his head.
Shoutout to the man who got flustered like a schoolgirl after you did the kabedon to him.
Shoutout to the man that made cookies with you and cut them into cute shapes only for them to expand while baking and then become deformed, but he still tried to salvage them and it sort of worked.
Shoutout to the man who seemed so visibly distressed as he told you he couldnt find his favourite pencil anywhwre, only for you to chuckle and tell him that it was behind his ear.
I THINK THIS IS STILL SFW BUT IDK
Shoutout to the man WITH THE HAIRY CHEST ‼️
NSFW
Shoutout to the man who will overstimulate you, and when you tell him its too much, he'll give you reassuring kisses and whisper to you "you can do this" and "you're being so good for me" all while not letting up in the fucking slightest. He only stops if you directly ask him to.
Shoutout to the man who doesnt like to limit himself to fucking you on the bed, and likes to experiement in different places like over your table, on a chair, on the floor, against a wall, or wherever else you both can think of.
Shoutout to the man who tried to finger you but then winced and had to stop because he forgot that he accidentally burned his hand last time he cooked.
Shoutout to the man who you accidentally walked in on masturbating while groaning your name.
Shoutout to the man who, if you let him, pulls out the audio recorder on his phone while he's doing you so he can always listen back to the soft noises you made for him.
Shoutout to the man who sneezed when you gave him head, and couldn't help but chuckle when you mustered a muffled "bless you" while his dick was still in your mouth.
Shoutout to the man who accidentally came onto your bedsheet and wanted to clean it up, so he took some tissues and a cup of water to clean it off, but you accidentally kicked his arm while getting off the bed at the same time he tried to pour a bit of water, consequently spilling the water on the bed. The patch was still damp when you tried to sleep and you both ended up huddling on one corner of the bed to avoid the cold wet spot.
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The Entertainer - Track 07 - Let's Hit the Road
Summary: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones, a young woman from L.A., meets Harry Styles, an up-and-coming musician and frontman for the band Wildfire. Told in first person from Sky’s point of view, she shares her journey and what it’s like to fall for a rockstar.
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Track 07 Word Count: 3.2k+
It was mid-October when Halo and I packed up my little Volkswagen Beetle (that I’d named Lovely Rita three years ago) to hit the road for Wildfire’s first west coast tour. Their album had been released a couple weeks prior and was already getting decent reviews. Their first single was also getting airplay, and it always made me smile with pride when I’d hear it. As a combination release party and farewell/good luck, they had another show at the Troubadour where I finally got to meet Mr. Irving.
That’s what I called him, Mr. Irving. He’d insisted I not call him Mr. Azoff but simply Irving, but I just couldn’t let the Mister go. Because despite his small stature, he was most definitely a Mister. He seemed to be very fond of Harry though, which made me feel at ease.
“Don’t forget your camera!” Halo called to me from her bedroom.
“I’ve got it,” I called back.
I’d almost forgotten it, actually. When I had begun packing my suitcase, I suddenly remembered that it was still in my duffle bag that I’d taken with me to Chula Vista. I’d also forgotten about the film in it. Harry had used the rest of it taking photos at the Holiday Inn, but I had yet to get them developed. I was itching to know what they were, but it was too late now, so I’d have to wait even longer. Grabbing my new roll of film that Harry’d bought to replace what he’d used, I tossed it along with my camera in my tote.
“Aren’t you bringing your guitar?” asked Halo when I shut the trunk.
“Oh, yeah!”
Running back to the apartment, I grabbed my most prized possession from my bedroom and headed back down the stairs.
“Let’s hit the road!” I cheered when I set my guitar in the back seat.
Halo hooted as she got into the passenger seat and I cranked up Rita. I smiled as the sound of the Eagles played through my speakers.
“Put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time…”
Yes…I took it as a very good sign.
Halo and I arrived in San Francisco just before three when we checked into our motel room. Although Lee and Deacon still weren’t crazy about the idea of us tagging along on the road, we’d made a compromise that we would stay in our own rooms and drive my car to and from the venues. They seemed to be cool with that, although Mitch and Harry made it a point to show their disdain.
I’d just gotten out of the shower, my towel wrapped around me when the phone in the room rang. Sitting on my bed, I answered it.
“Hey, you’re here!” cheered Harry.
“I’m here!” I echoed, glad I’d told him which motel we were staying in.
“We just wrapped up soundcheck, and I’m back in my room.”
“Are you excited?”
“Nervous.”
“No, you’re not!” I corrected. “You’re never nervous.”
“Gotta say, I kind of am right now.”
“Oh. Anything I can do?”
I heard Harry chuckle from deep within his throat. “No, don’t think so.”
“Okay…well, good luck! You’ll be great, I know.”
“Thanks, babe.”
I giggled when I hung up the phone, not at Harry, but at his nervousness. It was cute. If he was ever nervous before, he never showed it. And I doubted he would show it tonight.
After dressing in one of my favorite chiffon tops and bell bottoms, I sat on the bed and strummed my guitar as I waited for Halo.
“Hey, play that song you were working on the other day,” I heard her sing from the bathroom.
“What song?”
“From that album you just bought recently. Heart.”
I smiled as I tried to recall the chords. Then I let the melody take me to my magical place as I sang along to my own accompaniment.
“Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a place to go
Where the melody’s fine
Sometimes I’m not so strong
And even now I could be wrong
But if you love me like music
I’ll be your song…”
Halo applauded when I finished, her beautiful face beaming.
“You’re so good, Sky. Was that for Harry?”
I chuckled. “Was what for him?”
“That song. You want him to love you like music.”
I rolled my eyes as she turned to brush her hair in the mirror. I watched as she stroked it several times, then stopped and turned around again.
“Do you love him like music?” she asked.
I laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly what I asked. For almost as long as I’ve known you, music has been your one true love. Are your feelings for Harry like your feelings for music?”
I blinked, preparing myself for a response, but none came. I was tongue-tied.
“Uh huh,” Halo nodded, continuing with her hair brushing. “Thought so.”
I shook my head, my tongue finally catching up with my brain. “I don’t think my feelings for Harry are even close to love.”
“Really?” she glared at me in the mirror. “Coulda fooled me.”
“Seriously, Halo,” I argued as I tried to convince myself as much as her. “It’s no different from you and Mitch. He’s a musician. He’s…a rockstar. It’s just sex.”
Dropping her brush on the counter, Halo grabbed her folded wad of cash and tucked it into her bra.
“Sky,” she said, “you’re really talented. You have the voice of an angel. You could be just as famous as Joni Mitchell. But do me a favor…never become an actress.”
“Why?” I gave her a questioning look as I followed her to the door.
“Because, you’re a terrible liar.”
“If there’s a rock show at the Concertgebow
They’ve got long hair at the Madison Square
You’ve got rock and roll at the Hollywood Bowl
We’ll be there, ooh yeah…”
Halo and I blasted the Wings song with the windows down as I pulled into the parking lot of the venue. I felt it was the perfect song to set the tone for the evening.
It wasn’t a massive venue, but I was surprised to see a large crowd near the entrance. It actually took us a while to get inside, and once we did, it felt like it was just wall to wall people. I’d been to many concerts before, but this was the largest crowd I’d ever seen for Wildfire. Their album was barely out, so this kind of turn-out was proof that they were going to be hugely popular. This was only the beginning, I told myself.
When the band stepped out, the audience went wild. Halo and I hadn’t made it to the front near the stage yet, so we stood back and watched for a minute or two. It was actually pretty thrilling to see them from that perspective since we were always up front. The only other time I’d seen them from further back was at that country bar where I’d sat on my stool. This was very different. I got to watch the people cheering and singing along to songs I’d already known for months, but they’d only just recently heard for the first time.
I raised my camera in my hands and began to capture photos of the band, getting some really great ones of Harry.
“Look at ‘em!” Halo yelled in my ear. “They’re meant for this, aren’t they?”
I nodded, though my focus was not on they, but him. Only him. And yes, he was meant for this.
During the second song, I felt a push behind me and turned to see three girls making their way around us to get to the front. One of them, a blonde in a furry vest over a top very similar to mine, stepped on my foot in her horrendous clogs.
“Oww, son of a bitch!” I screamed.
The blonde looked back at me for a millisecond, a glance that told me she wasn’t sorry one bit, before her friends pulled her to the stage.
“You okay?” asked Halo, realizing what had happened.
“I think she broke my toe.”
“Can you wiggle it?”
I made a face when I noticed I could. But I knew it would be throbbing all night.
“C’mon,” Halo grabbed my arm. “Let’s get closer.”
Weaving through the crowd, we made it as close as we could to the band, directly behind the toe stomper and her friends. I found myself sticking my tongue out at the back of her head, but of course she never noticed.
It didn’t matter anyway because when the song was over and Harry did his welcoming speech, he spotted me and waved. I waved back and he grinned, giving a thumbs up before introducing the next song. The blonde’s friend to her right must have noticed because our eyes met quickly before she nudged furry vest. When she turned around, I raised my brows, waiting for her to say something, but she didn’t. She merely shrugged at her friend, then went back to ogling at the band, or whatever she was doing.
Halo and I pranced and cheered just like we always did. We didn’t really need to be the cheerleaders this time though. It was apparent by the end of the night that they’d made it. Anything from here on out would just be icing on the cake.
Harry gave a huge thank you speech before the last song, sending the crowd into another uproar of hoots and whistles. I almost thought he was going to cry from all the pride he must have felt at that moment. And rightly so. My own chest was about to explode, my heart could hardly take it.
He blew a few kisses out into the audience. When his eyes met mine again, he winked, seeming to blow me my own personal kiss. I smiled as I pretended to catch it and held it to my chest. Harry shook his head, his smile so wide and beaming so brightly that I thought surely he was the source of all light.
Toe stomper and her friends all glared at me then, and I felt Halo poke me in the side, no doubt finding humor in it all and enjoying herself.
“You know him?” asked the friend on the right.
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah.”
“She’s his girlfriend,” added Halo.
I glared at her with wide eyes, but it didn’t compare to the astonishment on the face of the blonde. Halo chuckled and looped her arm through mine. Then she pulled me to the side of the stage while the band finished their final song.
“I can’t believe you said that!” I exclaimed.
“So what? It’s pretty much true.”
“No, it’s not. Harry and I haven’t-“
“Look at ‘em, those girls are so jealous, they’re faces are turning green. Especially that girl who stepped on your foot.”
“I don’t want them to be jealous,” I disagreed.
“Why not?”
“Because…there’s nothing to be jealous of.”
Halo shook her head, exasperated. “Wake up, Sky, will you? Did you see how he looked at you? Did you see?”
How could I not? His smile was probably permanently tattooed on the inside of my eyelids.
“He wasn’t looking at anybody else like that. You’re the one he’s most excited to see out there.”
Though I wasn’t a hundred percent sure if I believed her, I felt a flutter in my stomach as the band exited the stage and Halo grabbed my hand again.
At first, the guard wouldn’t let us backstage. We begged and pleaded, and even turned on the charm but to no avail. Standing back with our arms crossed, thinking this whole tour thing might’ve been a bad idea, I suddenly saw a man in a suit make his way to the security guard.
“Mr. Azoff!” I squealed.
He frowned when he first turned his head, but when he realized who I was, he smiled.
“Hello, Sky. Please, call me Irv-“
“Mr. Irving, sorry,” I said out of breath. “They won’t let us back there. I don’t think they believe we’re with the band.”
“Everyone’s with the band, Miss,” spat the guard.
“It’s no problem, Monty,” Mr. Azoff explained. I wondered if he already knew his name, or had just read his name tag. “They’re with me.”
“Yes, sir.”
And just like that, Halo and I were admitted backstage with Irving Azoff, manager extraordinaire.
“There you are!” shouted Harry as soon as he saw me. He nearly jogged to me, making me smile from ear to ear. “Thought something happened to you.”
“It did. The guard wouldn’t let us in. But Mr. Irving came to the rescue.”
I could feel the grin still plastered on my face as his mimicked mine. Then he licked his lips, took my face in his hands and kissed me. Not just a peck either, but a full-on tongue kiss, right in front of everybody. Not that they were really paying attention. I had no idea what else to do other than melt.
“So glad you’re here,” he murmured when he broke the kiss.
“You were great.”
“You look great,” he added with a wiggle of his brows. His pointer finger ran down my neck to the V in my top that met my cleavage. “I like this.”
I bit my lip as I watched his gaze travel down my body. I could feel my insides ignite just as he shifted his eyes back to mine.
“Wanna stay with me tonight?” he asked, his voice low, but apparently loud enough that Lee heard.
“No.”
“What?” Harry and I both voiced at the same time.
“We agreed. No girls.” I looked over at Lee who sat on the sofa next to Deacon.
“No we didn’t,” argued Harry.
“Yes. That was the pact. Sky and Halo wanted to come, but we agreed only if they stay in their own room,” said Lee.
“All night?” Harry asked incredulously.
I held my hand over my mouth to keep from giggling, although in truth none of this was funny.
“Actually, Harry,” said Mr. Irving whom I’d almost forgotten was in the room, “I don’t think that’s such a bad idea.”
“You don’t?”
“No. So many bands start out strong and let the girls become too much a part of their lifestyle that they forget what’s important.”
I could see Harry’s shoulders drop in defeat.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Perhaps taking a vow of abstinence…or um…semi-abstinence might be the way to go for a while. I’m sure the girls will understand. They adore your music after all.”
I stared at Mr. Irving who gave me a gentle smile. I had to hand it to him. He was good.
“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered under his breath as he turned from me and walked to the other side of the room. “You guys are gonna make me a virgin again.”
Wildfire had two more consecutive shows after that, one in Oakland and another in Santa Rosa, both with great turnouts. I was so proud of Harry, I wanted to tell him. I wanted to show him. But with all the time on the road and having to sleep in separate quarters, our time together was limited.
Finally, the band had a free day between shows in Sacramento. Harry invited me over to his hotel, which in reality was another motel, just nicer than mine. We were both hungry, so we decided to walk the streets in search of something to eat. Strolling hand in hand, we talked about music mostly, and where else the tour was headed. Apparently, Mr. Azoff had them going further north to a couple cities in Oregon, but I wouldn’t be attending those. I still had a job back home that I had to get back to, at least for a while. Then I was going to be rejoining them when they got closer south again.
“So tell me, Harry,” I grinned, swinging our hands between us, “How do you like the tour so far?”
“Love it. Almost everything about it. But there’s one little thing I don’t like. In fact, I hate it.”
I paused my steps to look at him, a serious expression on his face, his brows knitted together.
“What’s that?”
“I’m going absolutely mad not being able to touch you.”
My own expression relaxed as I tugged on his hand.
“Who says you can’t touch me?”
Harry’s face brightened as his lips curled into a smile. Then he leaned forward and kissed me.
“Maybe…um…after we eat…we can…go back to the hotel.”
“Uh huh.”
“No sex though.”
“Nuh uh.”
Harry nodded, licking his lips. We found a McDonald’s and decided to bring our food back to his room. We sat on the bed and ate while trying to find something to watch on television.
“Ooh! Leave it there!” I instructed when I saw a glimpse of Ali MacGraw.
“This is a sad movie,” he groaned.
“But it’s one of my favorites.”
Grabbing his burger, Harry sat back against the headboard next to me. We watched the rest of Love Story, and knowing full well I would, I cried like the first time I saw it. Harry put his arm around me and allowed me to sob in his chest, getting his t-shirt a little wet.
“Sorry,” I whispered when the movie was over. “I always cry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. It’s sad.”
When I looked up, I thought I caught a little glimmer of wetness in his eyes too, but he quickly blinked it away and I wasn’t about to call him on it.
“Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Remember when you told me songs are memories? And that even if it’s a sad memory, it’s okay? It’s a good thing?”
“Yes.”
“Do…do you have any songs like that? You know, that’s connected to something sad?”
Harry considered my question for a moment, his eyes staring at the wall. Then he blinked and looked at me.
“Joy to the World,” he answered.
“The Christmas song?”
“No. Three Dog Night.”
I burst out laughing. “Seriously? Why?”
“It’s actually connected to a lot of happy memories,” explained Harry. “Simon fucking loved that song. He was trying to be this tough kid, but no matter where we went, if that song came on, he’d stand up, clap and sing a long. Sometimes he’d change the lyrics.”
“Like what?” I grinned.
“He’d sing ‘Harrimiah was a bullfrog’,” chuckled Harry. “He started calling me that, too. He thought he was funny.”
“And you thought he was too.”
“Yeah.”
“You miss him.”
Harry blinked and nodded.
“But you have great memories forever.”
Harry took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I took that as my cue. Something else was itching at me to ask him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“I should get going.”
Harry walked me to the door where he kissed me again.
“Wish you would stay,” he murmured against my neck.
“Me too,” I agreed. “But…rules.”
“Aaagghhh fuck that! I feel like I’m in a bloody prep school. Stay.”
I sighed as I lifted my fingers to touch his lips. “Next time. I think maybe the longer we show Lee and Deacon - and Mr. Irving - how we can hold out and be big kids, the sooner they might decide to take the chains off.”
“Good point. But just know I hate this.”
“Me too.”
I drove back to my room I shared with Halo to find her on the phone with Mitch. I shook my head as I went to the bathroom. There was no way any of us were gonna make it through this entire tour.
Songs mentioned:
Eagles - Take It To the Limit
Heart - (Love Me Like Music) I'll Be Your Song
Wings - Rock Show
Three Dog Night - Joy to the World
I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter and found the humor in it, because re-reading it myself made me giggle all over again ;)
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WORLD CLASS SINNER - FRANK CASTLE
epilogue : i know it won’t work
tags: n/a // one // finale // masterlist // season two //
Pairing: frank x reader
Word Count: 582
Summary: After a couple weeks, Y/N decides to open Frank’s letter.
You were seated back on your rooftop. You had stayed out there the night prior, while the moon was at her peak. You had taken up the routine of talking to the moon in the late hours of the night, hoping Matt was on the other side and he was talking back despite knowing he wasn’t.
Dex had left for work after having stayed the night. You had physical therapy later that day, one of four sessions every week. You were also required to do traditional therapy to ensure there was no lingering trauma, but you were able to use Curtis’ support group for that requirement.
Karen tried calling ever since you were discharged but you hardly answered. Usually it was just a run in with her every few days when she felt the urge to come check for Matt’s suit. You grew more and more irritated with her intrusions since you knew he wasn’t coming back. Yet she still came, still pried that wound open again.
You felt suffocated, like all of your pain - both physical and emotional - were massive waves that crashed into you and knocked you down everytime you thought you could stand.
There was no relief, no healing. You were broken. You were tempted to even slide off your rooftop and let Matt’s God decide for you. But you didn’t. You didn’t because… Well you didn’t quite know why, but something about death didn’t seem so appealing anymore.
Instead, you opened Frank’s letter.
“hey princess.
when i left this with you i hoped you wouldn’t need to open it but here you are. if you are reading this then that means youve hit your limit. im sorry im not there with you right now but its for the best. thats what they said at least.
i want to tell you that you arent defined by any persons inability to choose you. dont abandon who you cause russo did. dont neglect or question yourself alright? cause i know damn well murdock never did. that guy saw you for you y/n. he knew exactly who you were and he probably knew it before you did.
what i know is that not everyone has a heart like yours. most people don't know how to give the way you do. they just take yknow? carrying a heart big as yours gotta be exhausting. but you got this light and its really a gift but i know youre starting to feel like a curse.
as cheesy as this is gonna sound you gotta keep pushing. life for me and you isnt easy and youre too damn stubborn to let anything take you down. jesus y/n the stories i would hear about you in the costume had me convinced you werent human.
i want to leave you an address to write to but i dont even know where imma end up. its real shitty that i had to leave you like that but i wouldn’t have if i didnt think you had it in you to pull through.
murdock saw your light. i saw it. karen and nelson see it. pretty sure russo saw it too before everything. and no one can take from you unless you let them. i know youre going through hell right now but keep going. how are you gonna see it get better if you quit now?
i love you y/n. stay alive till i made a trip back alright?
ps: forgive yourself for everything.
-f “
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-> Tommy Shelby Imagines Masterlist PART 1 <-
Main Masterlist
Last Updated: link limit hit - go to PART 2 for newer stories
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——— (listed oldest -> newest) ———
— My Fair Lady: Tommy’s given leave from his post in France, and comes home to the only person he wants to see.
— Keep Her Safe: (daughter!reader) (Y/N) Shelby has been through it all. The elaborate plans, the family fall-outs, the violence. This life was all she knew. So she's confused as to why her father, even after 17 years, still wants to keep her as sheltered as possible.
— Are You Ok?: It's that time of the month for (Y/N) and along with it comes the thing she hates most: stomach cramps. Thankfully, Tommy's there to ease the pain, like he always is. It doesn't matter where they are, or even if it's in the middle of an important meeting.
— Come Back to Us: The Shelby family needed to move back to Small Heath after they were served a black hand by the Italian mafia. Already feeling on edge, (Y/N) only becomes more worried when her husband tells her that he's going to be lured into a trap and would need to fight his way out. All she wants is for him to come back to his family when it's all over.
— The Charity Dinner: (Y/N)'s entire life almost gets ripped away from her while she's attending a charity dinner for the Shelby Foundation.
— You Made Them: Having children is hard to begin with. Having children with Shelby in their blood is even harder. (Y/N) shouldn't be surprised when her kids get out of hand, but it still takes them all on a rollercoaster of emotions.
— Respectable: (Y/N) keeps stumbling into someone she can't shake from her past. Their interactions are tense at first, but then he helps her, and their true feelings come to light.
— Now It’s Time to Rest: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy back from his lowest point, convinces him that he needs to rest, and even manages to get him to fall asleep.
— Change of Heart: What started out as simple, innocent teasing and intrigue of a new woman in his sister's life has turned into something more, and it's now bringing up feelings that Tommy was sure he'd pushed so far away from him.
— Pressure: Mosely decides to use (Y/N) as leverage to get what he wants from Tommy. Seems like a well calculated plan, all accept (Y/N)'s been through this enough times now that it doesn't really bother her like it used to.
— War Paint: “That ain’t make up she’s got on, it’s war paint.” In which (Y/N) decides to give her cheating boyfriend a taste of his own medicine, and Tommy agrees to help out.
— Calm Me Down: Tommy has a way of calming (Y/N) down, regardless if he’s miles away or right in front of her.
— Back Off: (daugther!reader) (Y/N)'s none too happy when she finds out that her father's trying to run her personal life.
— Rock Bottom: Tommy's hit rock bottom. Because of John, because of the vendetta, because his family truly hasn't come back together even though they’re all living in Small Heath. But (Y/N)'s there to help him through it...and, of course, clean him up when he comes home after having been in a fight.
— The Reckoning: (ghost!reader) Tommy gets visited by the love of his life on multiple occasions. Each visit helps him to cope, but the last saves his life. With it, he's finally able to come to the reckoning that she's gone.
— When It’s Still: For the first time in what seems like forever, Tommy Shelby is out of cigarettes. It's in their absence that (Y/N) finds out one of the reasons why he always has one.
— Maybe I’ll Stay: It was expected that in coming back to Birmingham after living in Germany since the war, (Y/N) Jesus would be excited to see her younger brother and father again. What wasn't expected was that she'd meet the love of her life in that same city.
— A Night In: Upon arriving home from a business trip, Tommy has plans of taking his wife out for a nice dinner. Those plans get thwarted the second his daughter runs into his arms, and he decides that spending the night in would be better than anything else in the world.
— Meet...Cute?: Another lovely barmaid, another spy, right? At least that's what Tommy Shelby's thinking when he stumbles upon The Garrison's newest hire, and he lets his thoughts on that become very clear, very fast.
— All I Ever Asked: (Y/N) was happy with where she was with Tommy Shelby. All was going well until one day he showed up late. True feelings quickly came to light and she found that she couldn’t be caught in his grasp anymore.
— The Dance: In which Tommy and (Y/N) have, quite literally, built their life around a dance.
— Fell Into Place: (Y/N) met Tommy Shelby during the Great War. Their time together was brief, and they both thought that they’d never see the other again. Until one day, they do.
— Bridges Burn: (Y/N)'s had Tommy Shelby as a friend for the majority of her life. So when she starts seeing him in a different light, she first tries to hide from him. But then he shows up on her doorstep, and she decides that she wants to let all of her bridges burn.
— Best of Wives and Best of Women: All (Y/N) Shelby wants is to spend a lazy day in bed with her husband. But will said husband ever allow that? The answer might surprise you.
— The Beauty that Saved the Beast: All (Y/N) was trying to do in taking over as the chef's assistant at Arrow House was get her father out of his absurd contract. She wasn't aiming to thaw out the heart of the man who owned the sprawling estate, but that's exactly what she ended up doing.
— A Beauty Beyond Compare: She performs under the name Jolene. He became infatuated with Jolene. Is he interested in the alter ego or the woman behind it? (Y/N) finds this out the hard way.
— Called to Serve: In taking a job as a medic at her brother's 'bakery', (Y/N) never thought that she'd find someone that she'd be interested in. She also never thought that she'd be saving the life of that same person a few years down the road.
— I’ll Make It Right: He's from a different social class. She's promised to someone else. But they just can't seem to let each other go. It's up to Tommy to make it right for the two of them.
— The One Where They’re Up All Night: Between a five month old baby and a husband that's constantly working, (Y/N) can't remember the last time that she got a decent night's sleep. So she's thrilled when Tommy offers to help her one night. Although that night might not go as she planned it to.
— The Light: (royalty!AU) There's no possible way for a love between (Y/N) and Thomas Shelby to work out. She's the next in line for her family's throne. His family is the one that everyone's warned about. But it does…and he even goes as far as killing for her.
— Too Long: After trying nearly everything to get (Y/N) to notice his feelings for her, Tommy nearly blows up on the man trying to flirt with the woman he so desperately wants to call his. Does this make (Y/N) finally realize that Tommy's not only trying to be a friend in doing this?
— Love Again: A day out on a whim in Small Heath allows for two people to finally meet in person. Tommy finds himself standing right in front of the beautiful woman who he'd only known through words and in pictures. (Y/N) finds herself starting to love again.
— Right In Front of Him: Tommy Shelby threw himself into work after his family became deeply fractured from his own doing. (Y/N) is his new secretary, who's just been hired into the company and wants to make a good impression. This leads to Charlie making a solo trip to Small Heath and Tommy realizing that he may not be able to win the fight with his feelings this time.
— In the Time of Need: Both Tommy and (Y/N) have been through the hell of losing the person they cared deeply for. They meet and find themselves married to each other in order to settle a debt left behind in the span of a week. What starts off as a rocky union eventually turns into something beautiful thanks to a tree and the help of their kids.
— The Hard Truth: He wants her, but she wants out. After the death of her husband, John, (Y/N) can't bear to be tied up into the lifestyle she’d been living in for a minute longer. Things become complicated though when another man who holds the last name Shelby tells her how he really feels about her.
— Not Going Anywhere: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.
— Making Up For Lost Time: Tommy and (Y/N) were together before the war. They broke things off when he went to fight, but a few years later, they met again. This time, Tommy's engaged in a different kind of war. (Y/N) has no intention of leaving his side now.
— Where Do We Go From Here?: If Tommy Shelby thought he could win over (Y/N)'s heart after being the reason she got sent to prison just because he got her out early, he was dead wrong...or was he?
— I’m Here: (Y/N) met Tommy at his lowest point, both mentally and physically. She quickly becomes a rock in his life and he gets stronger because of her. And when another major event brings him to his lowest again, he finds solace in knowing that she's still there for him.
— Redemption: When a woman comes to the Shelby brothers seeking help, Tommy first finds intrigue in her story. Then he finds himself needing to make sure that she stays safe.
— Special Spots: (Y/N) decides to take Tommy to different places around Small Heath that are special to the two of them. And when she creates yet another special spot, she finds out that Tommy was in the process of creating one of his own.
— Enough Is Enough: A gruesome killing in the kitchen of their family home makes both (Y/N) and Tommy realize that they need to put their current lives behind them...for the sake of their children.
— Who Did This To You?: (Y/N) gets a little more than she bargained for when she tries to find out some information for herself, which sends Tommy into overdrive.
— I Meant No Harm: After being arranged to marry Tommy Shelby so that his dealings with Section D can get back on track, (Y/N) finds herself in a desolate place. A place that is only brightened by the two year old boy Tommy has.
— Roadside Daisies: Flowers play a big part in Tommy and (Y/N)’s relationship.
— More Than Material: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy to understand that she doesn't need so many material things, and that instead she needs him. Tommy doesn't quite know how to take that.
— Be With Me: (Y/N) stumbles upon the man she used to call 'hers'. She's happy to see him, of course, but she quickly finds out that he's engaged to another woman. This doesn't stop her from trying to rekindle what they once had. Does he play along with her or put his foot down?
— Yet You’re Still Here: An unexpected visitor late at night has pulls (Y/N) into Tommy Shelby's world in a way she never imagined.
— Devotion: (Y/N)’s by Tommy’s side from the beginning, and she has every intention of staying by his side for as long as she can.
— An Anchor to the Past: Just when (Y/N) and Tommy think they're in a comfortable place, a person from his past comes back and stirs everything up.
— Research: Tommy enlists a librarian named (Y/N) to help him with research on his latest opponents.
— A Day At the Races: Tommy decides to spend a day at the races and meets a woman who reminds him of who he used to be.
— A Getaway: Tommy and (Y/N) decide to spend a few days away from the Small Heath smoke. (pre-war)
— ‘Til Summer Comes Around: Summer in Small Heath was Tommy's favorite season, mostly because it was when the woman he was in love with came around.
— Not Just Some Backup Plan: When Grace leaves Small Heath, Tommy turns back to the person who's been around since the beginning.
— Love, I Just Need to See: In which Tommy needs glasses and (Y/N) has an opinion about every type of frame that's offered.
— For Show...?: In her attempts to fit in, (Y/N) convinces her friend group that she's got a boyfriend who will be joining her to her friend's wedding. The problem is that she has no such thing. Luckily, she's friends with Ada Thorne...who has a brother that fits the ticket for being said 'boyfriend'.
— I Did It Myself: (Y/N) has to take matters into her own hands after she gets taken by Luca Changretta.
— After All this Time: (daughter!reader) Sometimes there's no forgetting what's been done in the past.
— Jealous: Tommy's not too fond of seeing one of his men trying to make a move on the woman he's taken an interest in. (Y/N)'s not too fond of people acting jealous.
— We’ll Still Love You: Tommy and (Y/N)'s youngest child has a hard time accepting the fact that she won't be the baby in the family anymore.
— Keep Me Close: As a maid at Arrow House, (Y/N) has many tasks that she has to complete. She never thought that one of those tasks would be to calm Charles Shelby down after he's had a bad dream. Nor did she expect to catch the attention of her boss because of how she completed that task.
— Some Time Away: (Y/N) manages to convince her partner to take the weekend off from work…the only kicker is that they can’t go anywhere because they’re currently in the midst of a global pandemic. But she still has some ideas in mind. (Modern AU)
— To Forget the Pain: During a party at Arrow House, Tommy finds a woman inside a room that nobody's allowed in.
— Within the Halls: What started off as a fairytale ended up being a nightmare.
— The Line: (Y/N) does something she thought she'd never do in her entire life.
— As Good A Place As Any: (Y/N) finds the perfect time to share some news she's been keeping secret for some time now.
— A Loving Hand and Some Warm Tea: When (Y/N)'s illness turns from bad to worse, she's thankful that she's got Tommy there to help her get through it...even when, in the first place, he was worried about it and she wasn't.
— A Lazy Day: Tommy comes home to find (Y/N) and Charlie spending some time together in the backyard. Instead of going right to his office, he decides to join in. (Modern AU)
— The Boiling Point: (Y/N) has denied her feelings for Tommy to the point where she can't anymore. Will admitting them lead to good? Or will it blow up in her face? Does she know that Tommy feels the same about her?
— A Moment of Respite: Tommy has a dream of the woman he met in France.
— Don’t Turn Into Them: Tensions escalate when (Y/N)'s worry of Tommy becoming something he's not gets miscommunicated and blown out of proportions.
— Merry & Bright: (Y/N) still gets her wish of having a white Christmas, even if it came down to the last possible.
— The Art of Christmas: (Y/N) asks Tommy to go on a walk with her so that she can collect fir branches and get their house ready for the holidays. (Modern AU)
— Right Person, Wrong Time: Three times where Tommy and (Y/N) tried to express their feelings for each other only to find out that it was the wrong time, and the one time, the right time, that they did.
— The Good I’ll Do: Tommy and (Y/N) finally step over the line after the celebration of the legal betting license that was given to the family.
— Weather the Storm: Tommy and (Y/N) spend some time together after a monumental storm leaves them with no choice but to abandon their original plans.
— The Same Situation: Tommy's so worried about Freddie Thorne being with his sister, Ada, that he doesn't even realize that he himself is in just about the same situation with Freddie's sister, (Y/N). What happens when Freddie finds out that the same thing is happening on the flip side of it all?
— Busted By the Bird: (Y/N) invites Tommy over to her flat after a night out. There, Tommy finds out some interesting things about the woman he's interested in. (Modern AU)
— Like Real People Do: Tommy and (Y/N) run into each other again in the most peculiar of places, and instead of letting their secrets come to light, they decide that they'll just forget that all and find comfort in each other.
— Cyril Needed A Friend: Tommy comes home from business to find that his family grew by one while he was away.
— “Darling”: Tommy and (Y/N) have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the family when Tommy lets a term of endearment he doesn't normally use slip one night at the Garrison.
— Mutually Invested: Tommy finds out something he did not know about (Y/N) (Y/L/N) after it comes down to a life or death situation. Both realize that sometimes it's best to choose your investments wisely.
— The Silver Lining: (daughter!reader) (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering.
— A Not So Secret: Tommy and (Y/N) think that they're in the clear to spend a quiet Valentine's Day together, but little do they know that their secret may not stay one for long.
— Tied To You: During a laid back Valentine's Day together, Tommy lets (Y/N) know how much she means to him and that he'll be by her side forever. (Modern AU)
— Better Than the Dream: After meeting in France, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were certain that they'd never see each other again...until one fateful moment has Tommy dreaming of her, or maybe he's not dreaming at all.
— What Do You Regret?: Tommy and (Y/N) talk about some regrets in life over a drink and a quiet moment at the Garrison. When (Y/N) suddenly brings up the topic of 'them’, she gets a pretty interesting response.
— Helpless: (Y/N) falls for a charming soldier at one of her family's parties. From the second her eyes fall on him, she's helplessly in love. (Wartime)
— Escaping the Ashes: (Y/N) reflects on her time spent in the limelight. Although she left it all behind, she can't say she regrets stepping into it; for it brought her the one thing she loves the most. (Modern AU)
— Dancing With the Devil: Tommy Shelby arrives in London with one plan in mind, but quickly stumbles upon another when he meets (Y/N). After finding common ground, he makes the decision on which way to go in a rather unique fashion. A decision that leaves one person rather pleased and the other rather pissed.
— This Storm Will Also Pass: Tommy manages to calm down (Y/N) after he finds her hiding and riddled with anxiety during a late autumn thunderstorm.
— Free the Slave: (Y/N) becomes blinded by opportunity when mysterious preacher, Thomas Shelby, comes into her town that she doesn't see the bigger picture of what's going on at first. But when she’s shown it, she becomes even more intrigued. (AU)
— Where the Sky Opens Up to Everything: Tommy and (Y/N) get away from the smoke and the dirt of Small Heath, where Tommy is finally able to clear his mind for a moment. (prewar)
— Twice As Much: (Y/N) shares her thoughts on Tommy's decision to go into business with the Russians.
— My Favorite Story: Tommy finds himself spending time in his office for other reasons once he finds out (Y/N)'s interest in the room.
— PART 2 of the IMAGINES MASTERLIST
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Gwen is my girl forever. FOREVER. I’m on her side always and forever no matter what. I don’t care about her wrongdoing she can homewreck a little as a treat
Ran into the tag limit so here’s the rest of the rant:
DUNCAN HIT ON GWEN WHILE HE WAS HOLDING COURTNEY. OOOHHHHH MY GOD
HE NEVER SEEMED SORRY EITHER. THE SAD LITTLE SORRY HE GAVE COURTNEY WHILE COVERED IN SPAGHETTI WAS A PLATITUDE
Not to MENTION Gwen was the one to carry the relationship once it started
Gwen fought so hard to deny her feelings for Duncan but Duncan ultimately decided to reciprocate so she opened herself up to the relationship
Gwen was the one to start the talk about it being ok if he wanted to stop the situationship and lead them into taking it slow
Throughout that conversation all Duncan did and say by the way was kiss her and say “that’s why I like you” not adding anything of substance
And then what does he do. Pretend to still have feelings for Courtney in front of Gwen without telling her his plan so she gets her feelings hurt
Side note Duncan is a bastard and I hate him so much
Anyway my point is Duncan was so so so much worse than Gwen when it came to them getting together
But everyone dogpiled on gwen
Except Cody. Cody was sensible and knocked out Duncan thank you Cody
And DUNCAN MADE IT TO THE FINAL DAMN FIVE DESPITE BEING A BASTARD
WHYYYYY DID GWEN SUFFER MOST OF THE CONSEQUENCES WHYYYYYYYY
I think instead of throwing challenges so Gwen got eliminated Courtney should of kicked ass at challenges and watched as Duncan got kicked out of the plane
God. Gwen is my girl forever and ever and I’m on her side always
#total drama#total drama gwen#td gwen#Starry speaks#listen to me listen to me#from action forward she’s been done so so so dirty#island was HER season island was good to Gwen#BUT ACTION?#my girl was justifiably uncomfortable with Trent’s obsession on her#she was the mature one and broke up with him after Trent’s cheating on the game broke the camels back#then she gets the flack from the other team because Trent did it for her#TRENTS TEAM GOT MAD AT GWEN BECAUSE TRENT THREW CHALLENGES. WHAT.#and Gwen again being the best ever decided to even the playing field and throw challenges too#to make it up to them even though none of it was her fault and they got mad at her for no good reason#after throwing her team gets mad and votes her out fine ok whatever#THEN THE AFTERMATHS#‘team Gwen or team Trent’ OOHHHH MYYY GOD#ONE: TRENT KISSED HEATHER BACK DESPITE HIM KNOWING GWEN AND SEEING HEATHERS TREACHERY#TWO: HE STARTED ACTING COMPLETELY IRRATIONAL AT DUNCAN BEING A FRIEND TO GWEN; NOT HER FAULT SHES LIKEABLE#THREE: HE WAS THROWING CHALLLENGES!!!!!! HOW IS THAT GWENS FAULT??? WHY IS SHE BEING BLAMED FOR SOMETHING TRENT DID WRONG?????#side note Trent is my enemy#AND WHEN SHES INTRODUCED IN THE AFTERMATH THE AUDIENCE BOOS HER#FOR WHAT!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID SHE DO WRONG?!?!???#WHY DOES TRENT GARNER SYMPATHY AND GWEN GET THE BRUT OF THE CONSEQUENCES#WHEN NONE OF IT WAS HER FAULT#now world tour#home wrecking is bad but do you know what’s worse.#CHEATING ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND#WHY WHY WHY WHY WAS EVERYONES ENERGY FOCUSED ON HATING GWEN WHEN DUNCAN DID THE WORSE THING#AT LEAST GWEN FELT REMORSE!!! AT LEAST GWEN TRIED TO PUSH HER FEELINGS DOWN FOR COURTNEY!!!!!
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burnin for you pt two | stranger things ; g.emerson
A/N ; So uh... I swear, this is not the chapter I intended to write when I sat down earlier but... I really wanted to give Gareth a moment or two to shine. And I personally feel like he definitely gets mean/mouthy and has anger issues, hates to see people being picked on. So... I guess this chapter stemmed from that. So if you wanna see a grumpy drummer get protective over a 'princess' type.. That is this.
ALSO OMG Y'ALL HAVE ME CRYING RN HAPPY TEARS BC LIKE... i did not think anybody would even look at this when I posted it. The fact that people did and they actually seemed to want to see more, like.. fuck, I'm blown away. emotions, man. Thank you thank you thank you so much you don't know how much it means to me. The feedback and stuff really does help and you don't know how much it inspires me.
Pairing ; Gareth Emerson x Sweet!girly!rich reader.
Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ;
pt one - two - three - four found by clicking since tumblr can't be trusted to show my shit in the tags and it's hit or miss..
set in season four but none of the unholy terrors of the upside down will be happening here. eddie will not be dying. huuuuge note here. Gareth's actions within stem from my own personal headcanons about him having anger issues. And being v.v protective -especially when he's close to someone. Reader, i'll remind you is sweet!girly!rich fem reader. With soooo much insecurity, i s2g. There are reasons for this that are hinted at -will be hinted at. This is gonna be a bit of a slow burn with heaps of sexual tension starting from the next chapter, most likely. Not an intense slow burn but it's not racing towards the finish line either. A jog. that's what this is.
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Warnings ; the jocks. they are the warning. there is a confrontation. There is a fight. There is the teeniest mention of blood/injury. There is a v.v. insecure reader. more internal pining on both sides but no real... romantic type stuff... yet.
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“You.” your nose wrinkles with disgust as you tilt your head slightly and shield your eyes from harsh sunshine above. Mason Allen is standing there, but he’s not alone. No, he’s got two of his idiot friends with him because apparently, stupidity and being an actual creep are spreading diseases. You swallow hard as the three of them step closer. Surrounding you.
“Relax.” Mason’s voice is quiet. His eyes drag over you longer than necessary. Long enough that you pass over from discomfort to real fear. He steps closer to you. Gently guides your chin up to make you look at him and he’s giving you that plastic fake grin when he does it and you just feel so sick… You shove his hand away with disgust and this only makes him step even closer. There’s an angry gleam in his eyes. It’s scary as hell.
“I’ll scream…” you trail off, eyes darting around yet again and finding no one, “ I bite.” you mumble quietly.
And you will. You do. But you’re hoping to fuck that whatever this is, it doesn’t come to that.
Your stomach does a lazy flip.
“You’ve been hanging all over that fuckin little freak like a bitch in heat since you got here. It’s disgusting. I just wanna know what he has that I don’t, sweetheart.”
You rub the bridge of your nose. Now there’s annoyance mixing in with your fear and neither of those are emotions you handle well at all. They both tend to make you mouthy as all hell. And this is not a good time for that to crop up.
This could go very,very badly if you get mouthy.
Before you even have a second to stop and think about it, your eyes are scanning the parking lot a third time, searching for anybody who looks even a little familiar, a little safe.
You’re mainly hoping to find Gareth but you’re pretty sure he was gone the second the bell rang. He doesn’t usually hang around after school for no reason. Except on Hellfire night and that wasn’t tonight. And given that you don’t know for sure what he drives just yet, you can’t tell if you’re right or not.
“C’mon, doll. Answer the guy. We’re just curious. Y’know Carver beat his ass once, right? Last year, actually.” Mason rubs his chin thoughtfully, gazing at you. That stupid fucking pervy gleam in his eyes the entire time. “You really want a pussy like that, doll?”
Carver. That prick. The one who gave you an entire ten minute lecture on those ‘satanists and their fucking cult’. The one who seems to be something of a wannabe cult leader himself. He pretends to be one of those white knight types but there’s something about him that just makes you a little afraid of the guy. The only jock that you’ve met lately that you’re not afraid of at all is the kid Lucas, you babysit for his mother regularly.
But then you stop and think about it, you’re afraid of a lot of things. Insecure as hell.
“Why would you want that when you can have this, hm?” Mason gestures to yourself. And you’re trying so,so hard to bite your tongue, to keep the sarcasm in check so this doesn’t go off the rails somehow.
“ He’s not an asshole who likes to gang up on somebody and scare the living shit out of them, for starters?” you list it off. But you’re in full blown panic mode, so naturally, you don’t stop there. Between the anger and the fear, your mouth is about to land you in serious shit.
Or so you think.
“You’ve been with him almost two weeks. You gotta be gettin tired of the freaks by now. How do you know you don’t like me, hm? You never really gave yourself a chance. You were under him from the word go.”
“Better him than you.” you mumble.
“What the fuck did you just say?” he asks, clenching his fist.
“You’re ugly,deaf and stupid? Damn. Somebody really pissed in your gene pool, didn’t they?” you retort and somehow, while you’re feeling feisty enough to do it, you shove him out of your way and you’re running.
Your only goal is to put as much distance as you can between you and Mason Allen. In the process of running away, you collide with Gareth, who was coming around the side of the building from the shop class on the back side.
“You know I’m right, buddy. You know it, Gare.” Jeff insists. He catches sight of you in a full on blind run and he’s about to nudge Gareth. “Case in point… Do you really think she’d keep seeking you out if she didn’t like you at least a little?”
“We both know what’s going to happen.” Gareth insists, still totally unaware of you, approaching at break-neck speed. He’s looking down at writing covered sneakers. “Just leave it alone, damn it.” he snaps calmly.
“Yeah, I know what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna keep being weird around her til she just leaves you alone. Look, she’s not exactly the most confident… Kinda like somebody else I know.”
And then, it happens.
Gareth glances up to look around, see if he can spot you in the parking lot anywhere and he sees you alright, you’re running straight for him, full-throttle like you’ve got the hounds of hell right behind you.
You collide with him and before he can brace himself and keep you upright, you’re on top of him and his back is against the ground. And he bites back a groan because this is… Not going to help him and the situation he’s in with his little dumb crush on you and he knows it. The way you fell straddling his hips is going to haunt his memory for a long time. Even after you’ve come to your senses and abandoned him and the guys for a chance to be popular.
“C’mon. Run, now.” you’re stumbling over your words as you scramble to pull yourself off of him and trying to pull him off the ground too. Gareth is looking at you with a brow raised, taking in the way you were just running like your life depended on it, the widened panic deer-in-the headlights look on your face, all of it. And he just knows.
Somewhere at the bottom of it all, Mason Allen is involved. The guy’s been sniffing around since your first day. Popping up. Watching you. It’s creepy as hell, it never fails to piss Gareth off and his rants and tangents since this all began and Mason developed his odd fixation on you are nothing short of legendary. It’s just a matter of time until no amount of telling himself this is not his business won’t be enough anymore.
Gareth has been diligently telling himself that this is not his problem and sooner or later, you will wind up among the popular kids and hell, you might even date Mason at some point, pretty girls always go for his type, don’t they?
But seeing you so freaked out. The shake he felt as it raced through your body when you ran into him, nearly knocked him down just now, it starts to sink in.
You’re actually terrified of the guy. Of a lot of people in general, come to think of it. You disguise it with disdain, disgust and sarcasm but the fact remains.
And the anger he’s been telling himself he doesn’t have a right to feel because you’re not his girl, that all comes rushing to the surface real quick.
When this happens, he pretty much decides to hell with running. If the guy scares you this fucking bad, maybe it’s time to put a stop to the him.
Drumsticks and Gareth’s notebooks are shoved at Jeff in haste. “Keep her over here, alright?”
“Gare, wait. There’s fucking three of them, idiot.” Jeff tries to reason but Gareth isn’t listening. He’s probably hit that black out level, the one where he’s not thinking, he’s just angry.
“Keep her over here.” his voice is deathly calm when he turns around to look back at Jeff.
It hasn’t been this calm since way back in sixth grade, right before he completely messed Jason Carver’s face up. What’s surprising is that everyone seems to have forgotten just how scary an angry Gareth Emerson can actually be since then. He’s calmed down a lot since. He tries so hard to avoid fights. Even to a point where he just let Jason beat him up last year.
Jeff sees you about to make a run for it and go after Gareth but he swings his arm out in front of you. “Oh hell no. You’re not going back over there, alright?”
His tone is firm. You swallow hard and nod.
Eddie makes his way out of the back of the school and as soon as he sees what’s about to go down, he rubs his hand over his face. When he spots Dustin, he whistles to signal him over.
“There’s three of ‘em. Me and Jeff need to go help Gare, alright? Gare told Jeff to keep her,” he glances at you, “over here. You’re gonna do that, alright, Henderson?”
“O-okay.” Dustin nods, a little worried because he doesn’t know what the hell is going on. His gaze settles on you and you’re biting the edge of your thumb, you look freaked out. “What happened?”
“Stupid fuckin Mason. Again. I… I collided into Gareth and tried to get him to run but he stormed over there.”
Dustin grins to himself.
The way Gareth protests to anyone who will listen in Hellfire about the two of you not being a thing, this is only proving everyone else right.
“I need to go over there. This is my fault. And like.. He’s the only friend I..” you’re upset, you’re scared and you’re disgusted with yourself because this is completely your fault. There is no mistake. You’re about to lose the only friend you really have, all because you were too pathetic to stand up for yourself.
,, This is precisely why no one ever stick around.” the thought comes and it doesn’t help. Not a bit.
“It’s not your fault. I mean if you were egging it on, I’d say I agree but you’re not. Also, he’s not your only friend, okay? I’m your friend too.” Dustin answers quietly.
“It is my fault. If I would have just been brave enough to deck the guy in the first place..” you glance over just in time to see Gareth put his entire body into Mason’s which sends him sprawling back and doesn’t stop Gareth. Not even a little.
Gareth is straddling him now, he’s got him pinned. “You’re gonna leave her alone… Right, Mason?” he asks, snarling the words as he holds onto the front of the other guy’s shirt. Mason is about to flip him but Gareth uses the fact that he’s actually got muscular legs and more strength in them than anyone really seems to realize to his advantage and he grips Mason’s sides, keeping him from flipping them. “You’re always talkin about us… You guys are the creeps. Not us.” he spits when he says it. “Pickin on somebody who can’t do anything because that’s so manly, right?” he lets go of Mason’s shirt and lets him hit the dirt of the schoolyard.
Jeff and Eddie went over to help out, but so far, Gareth has kept the upper hand. Ducking punches thrown, coming up with his own harder ones, a stray punch or two landing with him but he doesn’t seem to notice.
They’re shocked because the last time Gareth got this angry was all the way back in middle school and it took years for any of the jocks to even consider pissing him off again. Some of them who haven’t forgotten the whole thing still keep a pretty wide berth when it comes to Gareth.
Two of Mason’s buddies act as if they’re going to go help and triple team Gareth but Jeff and Eddie grab hold of them and hold them off with a smirk. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, hm?” Jeff asks, smirking at the one he’s got hold of. Eddie chuckles. “No, no no.. Three on one, that’s not fair, right? You’re gonna stay right here, buddy.” he tells the one he’s grabbed and holding back. “This is gonna happen, bud. Just accept it.”
Gareth happens to look up just as you come running over to try and stop it from getting out of hand and this is what kind of calms him down a little and brings him back to reality. The angry haze begins to clear out and he pulls himself up off of Mason, wiping the back of his hand across his bloodied mouth. “Don’t even look her way again.” is the last thing he tells Mason Allen and Mason waves his hands defensively when he doesn’t answer quick enough and Gareth looks like he’s going to punch him one more time because of it. “Okay, alright. Fuck. I won’t even look at her.” he insists, but at this point it’s as if he’s pleading more than anything, there’s a slight shake to the jock’s voice that has Eddie snickering and Jeff chuckling quietly with amusement.
With the potential that the fight was seen, the jocks scatter away, retreating to the gym. Gareth’s taking deep breaths to calm down. “Dude, you want your emergency inhaler?” Jeff asks when he sees Gareth trying to catch his breath. “Just to be safe, man. I’ll go get it.”
“Yeah.” Gareth answers, panting, digging down into his jeans. He tosses the keys in Jeff’s general direction and Jeff bends down to scoop them up then he takes off towards the truck Gareth drives. You make your way over, wincing and grimacing as you catch sight of the busted lip and the bruise on his cheek.
And you’re conflicted because seeing him get that angry was scary, but on the other hand, if you’d been braver, if you’d stood up for yourself to begin with back around the third day when Mason made this a pattern, it wouldn’t have happened.
You’re worried about him. He could have gotten seriously injured if things had gone just a little differently.
“You didn’t have to do that.” you mumble softly. “I should’ve.. I should’ve done something.”
Gareth shrugs. He really doesn’t say anything. Neither do you.
But you have to do something. You untie the pink silk scarf tied into your ponytail and you step up to him cautiously, holding it out. You wince and you gingerly press the fabric against his mouth. It’s not ice, but it’ll get some of the blood off.
“Dustin?” you motion the younger boy over.
“Yeah?”
You nod to your own bag discarded on the lawn because it was too heavy and you needed to run fast and get the hell out of dodge minutes ago. “There’s a dollar in the pocket. Go get me something cold out of the vending machine, please?”
“On it.” Dustin makes his way over to the dropped bag and picks it up, finding the money. Then he takes off for the gym.
Gareth’s breathing is back to normal and he’s calming down, but he’s kind of thrown for a loop because you didn’t see everything you just saw and run like hell. Or decide that maybe giving in and just hanging out with them was the better idea.
As it sinks in for him, he’s staring up at you.
“I can go if you want.” you mumble quietly, your stomach twisting as you say it.
This has to be too much for him. It has to be.
“No. It’s fine.” he mutters quietly.
You nod. Dustin comes running back over with a cold drink and you hold it against Gareth’s lip. “You shouldn’t have done that. I..I should have done something about it myself.”
“Do what, exactly? He would’ve had his friends waiting. That’s how those assholes operate.” Gareth answers quietly. Hissing at the cold against the heat in his busted lip. Trying to cringe away a little because of it, only to have you step a little closer, just enough that he’s slightly towered over you and your body’s just barely grazing his. The cotton candy scent of your perfume gives him something to focus on and he breathes in and out slowly.
“I know, just..” you take a deep breath. “It’s my fault.”
“But it’s not. You didn’t ask the guy to be a fucking creep.” Gareth states quietly.
You shrug. But you don’t say anything because you don’t know what to say. You only know what you feel and you feel like this is all your fault somehow.
“He didn’t… do anything, right?” Gareth asks, tensing up.
“No, no. No. I ran.” you reassure him. You back the cold drink away from his mouth and grimace, shaking your head.
“Good.” he takes a deep breath or two, relieved. Wincing because his lip is throbbing and he feels like shit after the adrenaline has started to wear down. He’s eyeing the aluminum can in your hand and you pop the tab, holding it out to him. “H-here.”
When he takes it, his fingers brush your hand and for the millionth time, it feels like someone’s just dragged a live wire over him. He takes a sip of the drink and holds it out to you.
You don’t realize how big this is yet. Gareth’s not the one who shares everything easily. The fact that he’s sharing a Dr. Pepper with you right now is definitely a bigger deal than he makes it seem or that you even realize it is just yet.
“Did you drive here?” he asks quietly. You shake your head. “Uh uh. Walked.”
“Do you uh… Do you want a ride home?” he asks quietly.
You nod. If he takes you home, you can at least get him cleaned up a little better.
“Yeah. Only if you don’t mind and it’s no trouble, though.” you stumble over your words. You’re relieved because you know at least two of the jocks happen to live out near the same area as you and you always see them driving past when you’re walking.
Gareth steps closer because something else is starting to sink in. You’re never outright asking for anything nor will you say yes to anything without tacking on “Only if I’m not bothering you” or some variation of it at the end. And he’s starting to realize that really, really bothers him too. Makes him want to find anybody who ever made you feel like you have to make yourself small or whatever it is you’re trying to do and show them how it feels.
And he realizes finally that he can’t just continue on keeping you at an arms length. And he really doesn’t want to, either. Even if all he ever gets is friendship, it’s better than nothing, right?
He decides then and there that yes… yes, it is.
“Hey, Emerson.. We’re going ahead to Grants. Just come by when you get her home.” Jeff calls out and as says it, he nudges Eddie. “Doesn’t have a crush on her my ass, right?”
Eddie laughs, nodding. “Cmon. I gotta stop by Reefer’s on the way.”
– ( an hour later )
“You’re sure this is okay… Right?” you ask him for the third time and Gareth chuckles quietly as he nods. He brings the truck to a stop behind Eddie’s van at the curb of Grant’s house. You’d cleaned out his lip and fussed over the bruise. More than once during the amount of time he was in the house you live in, he got the feeling that you were alone there a lot.
When he asked you about it, you told him your parents were always away with your dad’s work. You acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all but he could tell it bothered you. So, he’d asked again if you wanted to come with him and watch the band practice in Grant’s basement. He’d had to really convince you that it would be fine, that he wasn’t angry about everything that happened in the schoolyard, that no one was, but he managed to and you’d agreed to come back with him.
After changing of course. And if he thought the little soft sundresses in their varying pastel hues were something of a distraction, he had not prepared himself at all for the sight of you in a pair of shorts and a soft pink sweater that hung off of one shoulder with the sleeves hanging over your hands slightly.
Because he’d damn near forgotten to breathe when he saw you.
Your hair was out of it’s usual ponytail and bow and it was loose, a little wild.
He was still trying to decide which way he liked you better.
Distracted as hell and nearly turned down the wrong damn street when he got to the part of town Grant lived in just because you were sitting in his passenger seat.
“I’m telling you, it’s fine. C’mon.” he chuckles quietly and you nod. He gets out and makes his way around to help you out of the truck. The two of you make your way into Grant’s basement via the door on the side of the house and Grant’s immediate response is to grin and high five him and say that he wished he hadn’t missed the whole fight.
Gareth shrugs it off.
Eddie smirks and nods to you. “Decided to come with you finally?”
“Yeah.” he answered, glancing back at you where you’re sitting on an old sofa in the corner. He drags his hand through soft,curly hair and shuffles his feet. “Don’t start shit.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Gare.” Eddie laughs, giving the shorter boy a friendly shove. “C’mon. Let’s play.” he tells the others as he picks up his guitar. You watch as Gareth takes a seat on his stool behind his old drum kit. Scooting forward on the sofa a little more as they cue up a song you haven’t ever heard before, but it’s a little catchy.
You’re bouncing your foot with the music and smiling.
You feel a little more relaxed for once. Hopeful.
Maybe if nothing else, you can finally make friends again…
But there’s that nagging doubt in your mind too… What if you push him away too somehow? What if he’s not what you’ve got yourself thinking he is and the same shit that happened to you before, in your old school, happens again?
All you can do is see where everything goes. Carefully.
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Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago
The epilogue of A Gentle Kind of Love
Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V,) discussions of pregnancy.
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“Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,” Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.” ― Rainbow Rowell.
Manny's hands were too bruised and swollen to take his bike home so you waved him into the passenger seat of your car and drove off, "you really didn't need to do that, I've heard far worse before."
Manny huffed, "yes, I did. Canche doesn't get to say what he wants because of his hook ups. I didn't mean to scare you."
You shook your head, "I wasn't scared, I just don't want you to get hurt."
Manny smiled and reached over to place his hand on your thigh, "I'm not going to get hurt."
You smiled, "I love you Manny, so much and I think it's very sweet that you want to defend my honour."
Manny chuckled, "you're my girl, I got to make sure everyone knows that."
You thought for a moment before responding, "move in with me. Your lease is up in two months and I own my place outright. The cats won't ever feel like you've abandoned them and we don't have to go back and forth.."
Manny squeezed your leg to quiet you, "there's no need to sell it, I'll call the guys to help me pack my stuff tomorrow."
You snorted, "that's if you're not on probation in the morning."
Manny sucked on his tongue, "nah, old ladies are off limits, anyone would have done the same thing."
You nodded, relaxing as you pulled into your driveway "are you sure? I would never forgive myself if you got into trouble over me."
He leaned across the car and kissed your soft, "I'm sure."
You brushed your hand over his cheek and bumped his nose with yours, "we better go inside, I really need to look at your hands."
Manny chuckled, "lead the way gorgeous."
You got him inside and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit before stopping by the freezer and grabbing some ice packs. Manny sat down with a sigh as you started to clean his hands, "I don't think anything is broken but you're going to need to give your hands a rest for a few days. I'll take you to and from work until the swelling goes down."
Manny smiled, "I am one lucky man, you know that."
You felt your chest get warm, "I'm the one who's lucky, I never thought I'd find someone as wonderful as you."
Manny pulled his hand from yours and reached up to cup your cheek, "then I guess we're both lucky and I know moving in so soon might seem really fast but I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather be with."
It hit you that it was a bit fast, "maybe we should talk about things before we take that step, what if we have fundamental differences. I mean, do you want kids? Are you an organ donor? How do you feel about…"
Manny cut you off with a kiss, "yes to both. Is that alright with you?"
You smiled, "yes, yes, that's alright with me. I'm sorry."
He chuckled, "it's alright, this is new to me too but we'll work it out."
You pulled back and returned to cleaning his hands, "I love you so much."
The smile on Manny's face was gentle and filled with affection, "I love you too."
You finished his hands and Manny regarded you, "what?"
You smiled and he pulled you into his arms, pressing his face into your hair, "do you want to get married?"
You blinked, you thought you had heard him right, "pardon?"
You felt him inhale, "do you want to get married. There's no one else I can see myself spending my life you, you are the cats and however many children you want to give me feels about as close to a happy ever after a man can ask for. I know it's really sudden and you can take some time…"
You cut him off with a kiss, "yes, yes I'll marry you. But I want a proper wedding, the big white dress, the stupid cake that doesn't taste like anything, the whole nine."
Manny chuckled, "you can have whatever you want, what about a ring?"
You thought for a moment, "I've done enough aid work to know the damage that gemstones can do, I am however, very partial to lab grown sapphires, the bonus is that if you get the gem and design the ring yourself, it's like a third of the price of buy it at the jeweller."
Manny chuckled, "alright, I'm sure someone knows a guy. Hell, Angel's probably going to shove a catalogue in my face when I get there in the morning."
You sighed, "do you want to tell them tomorrow?"
Manny smiled, "I mean, why not. We wouldn't be the first spur of the moment wedding."
You kissed him softly, "no, we wouldn't. I can't believe we're getting married. I have to go dress shopping."
Manny smiled, "take Hope and Lettie, hell Coco and Angel will go along too."
You giggled, "why don't we invite the whole crew and have a say yes to the dress SP addition. I'm sure Marcus will tag along."
Manny grinned, "I love you."
You smiled back, "I love you too."
You dropped Manny off the next day, Manny taking your hand and walking you inside. Angel greeted you with a smile but Bishop was more serious, "what's going on?"
Bishop managed a smile, "it looks like we'll be heading to Arizona, last night a brick went through the window of the Yuma Clubhouse with a note attached. I was hoping Manny would bring you by so you could tell me your professional opinion."
He pulled out his phone and showed you the photo, the note was pretty clear.
"Poison begets poison."
"Thoughts?" Bishop didn't sound worried, he sounded pissed.
"My guess is that it is what it says. Someone is planning to poison Yuma, I imagine with Fentanyl. The use of language is telling, the person is either well read or trying to be dramatic. The handwriting reflects that, it's simple but cursive so you're looking at someone who learned it in school and the brick through the window is pretty old fashioned. If I was the one doing it, I'd booby trap a car, create a contraption that slips the power everywhere when someone opens the car hood."
Bishop nodded, "thank you y/n, now I know you have things to do so why are you stopping by?"
You smiled, "Manny and I are getting married."
Angel hopped up from the chair and raced over, "did I hear that right, you're getting married?"
Manny grinned, "yep, we talked about it last night. We're having a proper wedding so it will be next year but when you know you know."
Angel all but jumped up and down, "fuck yeah. I am the best match maker ever. I stand by what I said, you better name your first kid after me."
You rolled your eyes, "if you shut up I'll think about it."
Coco walked in from outside and looked at the scene, "what?"
Before you could answer, Angel did it for you, "these two are getting married, just like that." He turned back to you, "when are you getting the dress?"
You shook your head, "I'm going to get an appointment which brings me to my next point. I'd really like it if you guys could come along."
Coco smiled and wrapped his arms around you, "hell fucking yeah, you want Hope and Lettie there?"
You nodded, "of course. And I need someone to walk me down the aisle, so do you want to?"
Coco hugged you again, "fuck yeah. Come on, we have planning to do, I'll get Chucky to help."
You sighed as he pulled you away, "there goes my plans for the day."
Manny pecked you before Coco dragged you to the office, "have fun."
Knock Knock
You, Coco and Chucky were looking over invite templates when Riz knocked on the door, "come in."
He opened the door with a smile, "Angel told me the good news, congratulations."
You smiled and got up to hug him, "how many people has Angel told?"
Riz smiled, "the moment he told me and Creep, he left to call Marcus, he also told Taza to start looking for a venue, I'm pretty sure he's appointed himself as the wedding planner. I was coming to ask you about your dress."
You sighed, "of course he has. I've got an appointment at the dress shop next month why?"
Riz shrugged, "I was hoping I could come, I've really love all those sappy shows."
You nodded, "of course you can come. I need as much help as I'm going to get."
The week had been a rush, turns out bikers were far more into weddings than you had thought. Between the guys helping Manny move and Manny looking for a place to make a ring and work, you felt like you didn't get a second to stop.
When the weekend rolled along and it was time to leave for Yuma you could sense something was coming. Manny came up behind you while you were feeding the cats and wrapped his arms around your body before resting his head on your shoulder, "you don't have to say yes but can you come with us this weekend? It would be good to have you there."
You sighed, "sure, I think I should be there to stop you from killing Canche anyway. Did anything come of that?"
Manny shook his head, "nah, he would have had to explain why I hit him in the first place."
You spun and kissed him, "I bet it will be strange to be back there?"
Manny nodded, "yeah, it ain't the most enjoyable place to be, but I have you and that's good enough for me."
You smiled and kissed him again, "you are such a dreamboat. What's next, you're going to show up on a white horse and whisp me away?"
Manny smiled, "if that's what you want, I'll have to learn to ride a horse but I'll do it."
You understood what Manny meant when you arrived at the Yuma compound, it just felt gross. Marcus was there, smiling from ear to ear when he saw you had accompanied Santo Padre. He gave you a hug, crushing your ribs with an embrace, "Angel told me the good news, when's the wedding?"
You smiled, "ten months, we're still planning the big bits but we're getting there."
Manny walked up to you and threw his arm over your shoulder, accepting Marcus' congratulations with a warm smile before walking off to deal with Canche, "you doing good?"
He nodded, "yeah, I want to head somewhere later today, Coco said he's keep you company."
You smiled, "of course, is everything ok?"
He nodded, "yeah, I wanted to stop by and see my sister." He sounded so sad.
"That's fine with me, please take as long as you need. I'll be here waiting for you."
He dropped his forehead onto yours and kissed you softly, "thank you."
Manny detached for you with a kiss, and you waved goodbye as he left and you went to sit with Coco, "you good?"
You nodded, "I'm great, everything is great. How did Templo go?"
Coco shrugged, "if there's one more bad cut Yuma is done, the vote went through without much protest, if we're lucky, this is the end of it."
You sighed, "and this threat?"
He gave you an unreadable look, "we'll see."
Manny brought the flower to his face, the little white Heliotrope filling his nose with a gentle scent. He walked up to Clara's gravestone and brushed away the dirt before placing the flowers in the little holder and kneeling down, resting his hand on the cold rock.
"I've meant someone CC and she's so wonderful, you would have loved her. I think, I know, she would have loved you too. We're getting married soon." He stopped, his emotions clogging his throat, "I just wanted to tell you the good news, because I know you would you'd want to be there if you could."
A gentle breeze blew in his face and he swore he could smell her bubblegum shampoo, he knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him but he couldn't help but feel it was his sitter letting him know she was happy for him. He left feeling lighter, the breeze brushing by him one last time as he walked through the gate.
There was something different about Manny when he returned, he sat next to you, Coco Angel and grabbed your hand, "how was your trip?"
He smiled, "it was good, I know she's not really there but it felt good to talk to her again."
The others were lost in their own conversation as you spoke, "I don't know much about that kind of thing but I think she was listening , even it it was just the part of her that you carry."
Manny reached up and brushed your cheek, "I love you so much."
You smiled, "I love you too."
Marcus watched from afar, knowing that something was happening, he allowed a few moments for calm to come over to walk over to you, "I never got the chance to talk about your wedding before I was called away, it's very exciting."
You smiled, "it is, I know is really soon but.."
Marcus waved his hand, "when you know you know. I would have married Izzy the second she said hello to me but I think she would have called me an idiot."
You giggled, "well, you're both invited so I hope you can come."
Marcus smiled, "of course, we wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm very happy for you both."
He offered Manny a hug, "thank you Pardrino."
The conversation between Angel and Coco must have wound down because Angel was butting in, "are we talking weddings? I'm trying to convince them to have it in the national park but y/n is worried about bothering people on public land. I think it would be nice, with all the trees and all."
You sighed, "you know Taza is taking care of it, there's a lovely portion of tribal land that he thinks we'll be able to book."
Angel nodded, "you got an officiant?"
Marcus smiled, "why don't you do it Angel, you can get the licence online, it's the least they can do after everything you've done to get them here."
You blinked and Manny laughed, "I like it, I mean, why not."
You sighed, "alright, but nothing dirty, there'll be kid there."
Angel smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it, it's going to be the best wedding ever."
The night wore on and you felt yourself grow tried, Manny hadn't left your side and you tapped him to bring his attention away from the story Hank was telling about the time he found a snake in his bedroll, "yes Mi Amor?"
You smiled, "I'm going to take a few minutes outside, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed."
Manny nodded, "you want me to come?"
You shook your head, "nah, I'm not going to leave the compound."
You headed out and made a beeline for a quiet section of the lot, sitting down on a mild crate and taking a deep breath. Your peace was interrupted when Canche approached you, "what the fuck do you want?"
He raised his hands, his face still bruised, "Marcus has brought to my attention that I've treated you unfairly and I just wanted to apologise."
You snorted, "you want me to thank you, expect an apology for a man that crawled up the ass of a baby raper?" You shook your head, "fuck off man, I have nothing to say to you."
He inhaled, "I'm not expecting you to forgive me, but you're an old lady now and you have to do things for the greater good."
You were ready to rip his intestines out but a figure in a hoody walking towards you at speed pull your attention away, "you know that guy?"
Canche turned around and you saw the shotgun, you moved without thinking and threw Canche to the ground as the shot rang out. Everything moved in slow motion as you stood up, the world coming back into focus with a rush of sound and violence as people came running and a shotgun was levelled at your chest, "move, I don't want to you hurt."
You stayed stuck to the spot, "no, if you want to kill this man you'll have to shoot me too."
There was pain, not anger on the man's face and you shook your head violently as the others arrived with their guns drawn, a look to your side revealed a terrified Manny, his face a mix of rage and fear, "are you here because of the drugs?"
The shotgun lowered slightly, "he's the reason my baby boy is dead, him and his dirty drugs. He deserves to die."
You nodded, "I know, had I had the time to think I would have let you shoot him. But we're here now and it's not that I don't agree with you, it's that I can tell you are suffering and this, what you're about to do won't bring your child back. He has a little boy of his own, we might think he deserves everything he gets but I'm sure you know this, a little boy's first hero is his father. You don't want his son to lose that."
The man looked around, "I came here to end things."
You lowered your hands slowly, "I know, but then these men will kill you and then what happens to the people you leave behind?"
He huffed, "I don't have anyone, Shaun was all I had and now he's gone."
You stepped closer and the gun went up a fraction, "if you die, your son, Shuan, dies with you. There will be no one to keep his memory alive. If you leave here now, I swear nothing will happen to you. No one is going to come after you and Shaun's memory won't be sullied by more pain."
He took in a shaky breath and dropped the shotgun, falling to his knees with his face in his hands, "I miss him so much."
You knelt by him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I can't even imagine what you're going through." You pointed towards Coco, "my friend is going to make sure you leave here safe. Don't come back, I won't be able to save your life a second time."
The moment there was calm, Manny ran up to you and pulled you into his arms, looking over your face with worry, "don't you ever do anything like that again, do you understand me?"
You nodded, "I understand, can we go back inside?" Manny took your hand and you walked back into the Clubhouse, accepting the water that Angel handed you.
"You good?" He kept looking behind you.
"I'm fine, I just want to go back home."
Angel gave you a soft smile, "yeah, we all do."
Someone clearing their throat behind you had you turning around, it was Canche, "what the fuck do you want?"
He swallowed, "you saved my life."
You let out a cynical laugh, "yeah well, it's not like I did it for you. I saw that man's face before he pulled the trigger, he would have regretted it. You are a stain, a pathetic waste of air and if you don't get out of my face, I'm going to shoot you myself."
He walked away, shaking his head and Manny's hand on your back brought your racing heart back down, "you wanna go back to the hotel?"
You nodded, "please."
You could tell that something was wrong the moment to hotel door closed, Manny's eyes filled with emotion as he stared at you, "what the fuck were you thinking, stepping in front of a gun for that piece of shit, if anything had happened…"
His breath caught and you stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek while you ran your thumb over his skin, "nothing was going to happen to me Manny, he wasn't going to be able to pull that trigger and before you say that there's no way I could have known that, this isn't the first time I've had to deal with a parent in that kind of pain."
He blinked away a tear and leaned down to kiss you, "I can't lose you."
In a flash, his fear turned to desperation he and was ripping your clothes off and all but tossing you in the bed. You reached out and pushed his kutte off his shoulders, Manny's lips never leaving yours as you both got naked as fast as you could. You shuffled up and bed and Manny hovered over you, his face filled with love as he rolled you onto your side and threw your leg over his hip.
His hand moved between your legs in a flurry and his fingers slid inside you as his thumb landed on your clit. You moaned into his mouth and Manny's teeth sunk into your lower lip. He pressed his fingertips into your G-spot, his thumb moving faster on your clit, when you were ready enough to take him, he yanked his hand away and used your wetness to slick up his cock, then with a soft please from you, he repositioned his hips and slid inside you slowly.
He let out a grunt and rocked his hips, his hand on your thigh holding you close as you matched his pace. "I love you so much." His tone was almost pained as his hips picked up speed.
He brushed your G-spot as you returned his affection, "I love you too."
He kissed you softly, pulling back just enough to breathe, "tell me you're mine."
His hand moved down to stroke your clit and you gasped, "I'm yours, please I'm yours."
He kissed you again, his lips firmed, "tell me again and I'll let you cum."
His fingers sped up in time with his hips and he brushed your G-spot with each thrust, "I'm yours."
In a flash, he was rolling on top of you and ramming himself inside you with a grunt. You wrapped your legs around his body and pulled him close, burying your face in his neck as he rolled his hip, placing his finger back on your clit while pressing soft kisses to any body part he could reach.
The peak came hard and fast, Manny moaning as you clenched around him, he followed you into bliss soon after, his lips pressing to yours as his hips slowed.
He rolled off you with one last kiss and caught his breath, "you good?"
You sighed, "I'm great. I love you."
Manny grinned, "I love you too, let me clean you up yeah, then we'll order room service."
You looked over the menu while we waited for Manny to return, a smile on his face as he cleaned you up and threw the damp towel in a pile, "anything look good?"
You nodded, "yep Tostones, I could eat my weight in them."
Manny shook his head, "Tostones is it then." You ordered while Manny held you, a soft smile on his face as he ran his hands over your body.
His hand slowly made it's way to your lower stomach, his fingers moving in a gentle brush, "how many kids do you want?"
You shrugged, "more than one, less than four. How many do you want?"
Manny kissed your temple, "however many you'll give me."
You sighed, "marriage first, then a baby."
He smiled softly, "I'm going to buy the lot behind you house."
You blinked, "why?"
His hand moved to squeeze your hip, "because we need a nice place to live so I was thinking we expand the home we already have and that way, you don't need to move and you can have a huge garden. I was even thinking the cats could have a little outside catio so they can spend time outside without risking them getting away and hurting birds."
You smiled, "I think that's great."
Manny kissed your temple, "so that's settled, I buy the lot, we get married and then I give you a baby or two."
You pecked his cheek, "that sounds great."
Ten Months Later
"You ready?" Coco came up behind you and did the last button of your dress, a simple flowy, lace dress, the skirt with only a little fullness and the sleeves sheer and coming to your mid upper arm, Riz had called it bohemian and went on about how it was the best style on the market right now.
You spun and gave him a smile, "yes, yes I'm so ready."
Coco stuck out his arm and Penelope ran outside to signal the music to start, the soft sound of the piano coming through the small white tent you were getting ready in. You began to walk, catching sight of Manny as you got closer to the top of the aisle. When he saw you, his eyes filled with tears, a huge smile coming over his face as you stood next to him.
"Hi." You reached up a wiped a tear from his cheek.
"Hey Mi Amor, you look really pretty."
You giggled, "everyone helped."
Beside you, Angel cleared his troat, "can we get to this? Al this mush is going to make me cry and I don't think that's professional."
You snorted, "you got your licence online, I'm pretty sure we might not even be legally married after this."
Angel ignored you, "dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people, y/n and Emmanuel Ramírez. Are you here of your own free will, with no influence for other?"
You couldn't say yes fast enough, "I'm told you have your own vows?"
You took a deep breath and started first, "I'm normally really good with words but I sat down to write this and had no idea how to put my feelings onto the page. I love you and I have from the moment I laid my eyes on you and while it took a little while for me to say it," the crowd gave a laugh, "I promise that you will always now I love you and cherish you, support and encourage you, I will be there through every storm and every day of sunshine."
Manny had tears running down his face and a quick glance at the crowd showed you that others were in a similar state, Angel wiped his face and sniffed, "holy shit dude, that was deep."
You giggled and Manny started, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I wake up every day grateful that you are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to bed. I will spend every day of the rest of our lives telling you how much and in all the ways that I love you. I will make sure you always feel safe, and warm and loved."
You both turned to Angel how took a deep breath, "if anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace. If any one says anything I will shoot you myself." He looked around, "no? Alright, do you y/n take Emmanuel Ramírez be your."
You cut him off, "yes."
Angel huffed "and do you."
Manny didn't even let him get that far, "yes."
Angel sighed and shook his head, "by the power invested in me by the state of Califonia and a shady internet website, I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now.."
You wrapped your arms around Manny and he kissed you before Angel could finish, and he threw his hands up in the air, "I give up." The crowd erupted in cheers as Manny deepened the kiss, dipping you like a prince in a fairy tale.
You pulled away and Manny smiled at you, pecking you one last time before letting you up, "I love you."
You smiled back, "I love you too."
Angel gave a loud clap, "time to party."
Manny had his hand in yours as the speeches started. Angel went first, stepping up to the platform with a smile, he had a pile of papers with him that had you worried and he banged them on the wood before tapping the mic, "all I wanted to say was that I was right." Everyone burst out in laughter and Coco slapped his arm as they swapped places.
Coco took a deep breath before he started, "when y/n and Manny met, I knew something was there, I had never seen y/n smile so wide and I had never heard Manny stutter when he was talking about a woman until her. I can go on and on about how happy I am for them and that I know that they have a long and happy life ahead of them but we all already know that. So all I'm going to say is that I love you both and I'm happy you found each other because you both deserve happiness."
Bishop went next, his face a mix of joy and satisfaction, "getting here has aged in twenty years, if I had a dollar for every time I had to tell one of my brothers to shut up about these two getting together, I would be rich. But we're here now and there's nothing better than being with someone you love. Let's hope it's doesn't take them as long to have a baby because I want a niece or nephew and I can't take the fuckers I'm in charge of bitching about how they haven't made any cute babies yet."
Marcus went last, his speech full of kind sentiments, love for his wife and affection for you and Manny. After he stepped down, Angel clinked his glass and gained everyone's attention, "alright everyone, now to the main reason we're all here. Let's eat."
You walked into your newly renovated home and said hello to the cats before walking to the bedroom hand in hand with Manny. You stood in the middle of the room and Manny took your hands, looking you up and down with a soft smile on his face, "hello wife."
You smiled back, "hello husband, will you help me out of my dress?"
His smile turned into a grin, "hell yeah."
You spun and he unbuttoned the dress, letting it fall to the floor and pool at your feet. You spun back around and Manny looked you over again before leaning down and kissing you softly, "shall we ring in the rest of our lives?"
He bit his lower lip, "hell yeah." He took your face in his hands, bumping your nose with his then kissed you as you sat back on the end of the bed. He raised a single finger to brush the strap of your bra off your shoulders, "I love this set, the white suits you."
You shook your head, "thank you, I picked something I knew you would like."
He smirked, "you picked well." He ran his fingers over the delicate lace flowers, "fuck, I am a lucky man."
You reached up and removed his kutte, Manny's hands going to the buttons of his shirt while his eyes raked over your skin, you went to reach back to unlatch your bra but he stopped you, "let me do that Mi Amor." He knelt on the bed and reached behind you, pressing his lips to your shoulder as the item came free.
You pushed yourself up the bed and Manny caught your panties on the way up, pulling them down your legs and pressing his lips to your claves as he made his way up your body. He kissed your knee, one then swapping to the other before repeating the pattern all the way up to your core.
He kissed the crease of your thigh then lifted your legs over his shoulders, he looked up at you, smiling softy before diving in like a man starved. You placed your hands on his head and stroked his scalp, Manny moaning as your nails gently scratched his skin.
He removed one hand from your leg and used two fingers to circle your entrance before sliding them inside you and pressing his fingertips to your G-spot. He pulled you closer, his lips wrapping around your clit as he moaned against your skin.
You bucked your hips as you got closer and Manny made no move to stop you, his fingers picking up speed and he doubled his efforts with his tongue. You didn't have the chance to warn him before you were arching off the bed and squeezing his fingers for dear life. He chuckled and pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "that was easy."
You rolled your eyes and tapped him with your foot, "you're smug." You sat up and ran your hands down his body to his cock, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him slowly, "you turn?"
He shook his head, "nah, we have all out lives for you to suck my dick." You laid back down and Manny went with you, holding himself up on his elbows as you reached up and pulled him closer, Manny's lips finding yours as you wrapped your legs around his body.
He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled then he was reaching down and taking his cock in his hands before rubbing it up and down your slit. You gasped as he pushed inside you, your nails biting into his shoulders as he bottomed out. He rocked his hips slowly while he buried his face in your neck, the hand that was on his cock moving to rub your clit as his hips picked up speed.
He kissed his way from your neck to your face, his lips landing on yours. You pulled him closer and rocked your hips, matching his speed as he pushed your closer to the edge, "Manny please."
He kissed you, his nose brushing yours as he hit his stride, "you don't need to beg me for anything Tesoro." His fingers sped up and he pushed you over the edge as you whimpered into his mouth. He smiled against your lips as he followed you, grunting like an animal while his hand moved from your clit to grip your hip.
His hips slowed and he pulled away, rolling over and taking you with him. You rested your head on his chest and Manny reached up to stroke your cheek, "I love you."
You turned your head and kissed his palm, "I love you too. When do you want to open all out wedding presents?"
Manny chuckled, "why don't we open them tomorrow before we head off on our honeymoon?"
You sighed, "that sounds great."
He placed his hand on your cheek and turned your face towards his, "I love you, more than anything."
You kissed him softly, "I love you too."
The End
Song inspo for the title is Hozier - Would That I
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Trying to figure out how the TWST boys would react to their potential crushes hugging them without warning.
Ariel to Floyd? He'd probably be delighted and spin her around. Good luck trying to pry her from his cold dead hands.
Tiana to Azul? Bruh he's turning redder than Riddle on one of his bad days, and why are his glasses fogging up?
Mulan to Silver? He'd be surprised at first, but he’d reciprocate without a fuss. Lilia however (spying from afar) is restraining himself from yelling “NOW KISS!!!”
Belle to Leona? Cue the Prince complaining about it, only for his tail to wrap around her waist insisting that he wasn't technically refusing it when she begins to pull away.
Jasmine to Jamil? He's definitely flustered on the inside, but manages to what he feels is calmly returning the hug, only to sputter indignantly from embarrassment when Kalim joins in for the “group hug.”
Merida to Rook? He’d hug her back no problem, though then they’d have fun trying to flip each other over their backs.
Snow White to Vil? He is hilariously stiff (like when Neige unexpectedly pulls him onstage for their groups to sing together) in body and expression, and all he can manage is to awkwardly pat her head in response as she snuggles against him.
This is so cute anon 🥺💕🥺💕
Out of all of them, I feel like Ariel and Floyd are the most affectionate, platonically or not. They don't seem like the type to make too much of a fuss. So Ariel is always hugging Floyd, but that doesn't mean he enjoys it any less. He always gives her a giant squeeze in return.
For Tiana and Azul, maybe Azul let her add a recipes of hers to the menu. Like she makes her signature beignets and they're offered as a special limited menu item at the lounge. They're a smash hit. Azul shows Tiana the reviews and how well they sell, she's so proud and excited that she hugs Azul. Like you said, he's red, his glasses fog up. It's only for a few seconds, but in those seconds, Azul.EXE stopped working. "Yes well, I look forward to doing more business with you moving forward."
Mulan and Silver are hanging out, maybe Silver gets her something. Nothing big, just a little trinket like a charm he saw at Sams shop and though Mulan would like it. So he got for her, because that's what friends do, right? She gives him a thank you hug, and Silver hugs back and it's all nice and sweet. Meanwhile Lilia is in the trees with binoculars. "That's my boy...now kiss!"
Belle had taken to browsing the books Leona had in his room. He had some very nice editions, and there was one novel in particular that she really liked to flip through when she hung out, but was afraid to ask about borrowing it. It was a beautiful copy, likely very pricey, and she didn't want to risk returning it damaged. Leona isn't oblivious, he knows how Belle loves that book. So one day he told her to keep it. Belle tried to refuse, but he told her to have it, he insisted, so she took the book and hugged as a thank you. "It's not that big a deal." He said, all the while wrapping his tail around her, giving her a pat on the back his way of returning it.
Jamil was teaching Jasmine how to cook. She wanted to learn and there was a particular treat from the Scalding Sands she wanted to learn. Jamil made it all the time, so she asked him to show her. He of course said yes, and Kalim tagged along to hang out in the kitchen. After the food cooled off, Jasmine was excited when she tried and it tasted good. She hugged Jamil in her excitement. He returned the gesture, enjoying the moment. Only for Kalim to jump in, "Group hug!"
Rook was surprised when the red head ran up and wrapped her arms around him. Merida was never much of a hugger in the time he'd known her. He tried to turn around to return the hug, only to get thrown down. It wasn't a hug, it was a wresting move.
Sweet Snow is hugger. She'll hug for anything. It doesn't matter the reason. But the first time she hugged Vil, he was taken aback by how sudden and easily she did it, completely unbothered. He kind of awkwardly pats her on the back, she'll take it. If you've ever seen that picture of the kid at a Disney park hugging the evil queen. That's them.
#twisted wonderland#twisted princess au#jamil viper#vil schoenheit#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#rook hunt#leona kingscholar#twst silver
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Invitation Ch. 2
Summary: Cliffjumper finally works up the courage to talk to you
Warnings/tags: reader insert, human/robot relationship, flirting,
Notes: Thank you all for your patience! Back in 2021 my computer bit the dust and I lost my most recent draft of this fic. I only just got around to actually picking it up again.
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You do a double take at the clock.
"Oh, wow, it is late." you scramble to gather up your stuff. If you get out of here now you can catch the last bus.
"I can drive you home." a voice says from behind you. You jump and spin around to see Cliffjumper. He sends you a small wave and a smile full of flat white teeth as he towers over you.
"Oh. You don't need to. I'm sure you've got better things to do." you tell him as you pull on your sweater.
"Not right now. Unless you already have a ride." he says pointedly. You weigh your options.
"I was just gonna take the bus but I guess if you're not busy..."
"I'm not." he says a bit too quickly.
"Oh, okay. Thanks. Hey," you turn back to Ratchet, "I'll see you tomorrow, kay?"
He looks up from his data pad to give you a nod of acknowledgement as you and Cliffjumper walk past. You miss the tired but knowing roll of his eyes as the two of you leave.
"Do you normally take public transpo this late at night?" Cliffjumper asks as you walk out to the hangar doors together. He's careful to walk at your pace and keeps glancing down with each step.
"It's that or walk and it's not exactly a short walk back to where I live."
"It's not safe," he grumbles as he transforms. In a tchu-tchu-tchu of moving parts you're suddenly standing next to a little red sports car. He pops his drivers side door open for you.
"Well, those are my only options." you tell him as you settle into his drivers seat and the two of you set off.
"Not if I pick you up." he says through his speakers. That stuns you for a moment. You can feel him happily fiddling with controls. It's a weird sensation feeling the heaters kick on by themselves. The pedals move of their own accord as he shifts gears. Can he feel your feet on them? You pull them in.
"What, like every day?" you ask.
"It's not a long drive."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to."
It takes you a moment to formulate a response but when you do all that comes out is "Okay."
The hum of his engine takes on an almost happy purr. It seems almost ludicrous now that you'd thought he might hate you.
You watch the street lights flicker on as you hit city limits.
"Okay, I'll let you drive me around on one condition."
He ex-vents heavily. The warm air tickles your face.
"You're bargaining? Really?" there's a tinge of playfulness to his voice.
"It's just one little thing. I want you to tell me why you're doing this."
"I want you to get safely to base. You organics are so fragile."
That's not much of an answer.
"Yeah, but I get the feeling you don't want it to be just anyone who drives me home. What if I asked Blurr?"
Cliff's engine revs and you know you've got him.
"I bet he'd love to take me home. Maybe he'd let me give him a kiss goodnight even."
There's another rush of hot air to your face.
"Okay, primus. So maybe I should know better but I can't help looking at you. Those short shorts you wear drive me crazy and - and I know other humans look at you like that, too. I've seen them do it. If you were walking home alone they could just -," his engine revs again and you swear you can hear an angry tinge to it.
Wow. Okay.
"But that won't happen if I'm with you, right? You'd ask for permission before ravishing me wouldn't you?"
Cliffjumper makes something akin to a choking noise and hits the brakes for just a second. It jerks you forward hard enough that your seat belts locking mechanism kicks in. And then he's hitting the gas and speeding down he road. Adrenaline shoots through you.
"Whoa! Cliff-,"
"Don't say things like that." His voice is so serious it shocks you.
"Even if I mean it?"
Heavy silence follows. You struggle to think of what else there is to say. Maybe you've overstepped.
#transformers x reader#cliffjumper x reader#reader insert#original content#my writing#whoops forgot to stick this in the queue#robot x human
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