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joeys-babe · 7 months

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Joey B Imagines: Thank You, I Need You*

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summary: being on the media team has its perks, especially since you get to work with your husband joe. there are also hefty cons; after being heckled by fans at a game joe comforted you on the sidelines. showing joe your appreciation + rewarding him over the win of his game ends up being an amazing night for you both.

(Part one to - Part 2)

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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joe had a game today. it was home, bengals vs raiders.

joes alarm shook us awake, he let out a loud sigh as he released his arms from me and rolled over to turn the alarm off.

once the alarm was off he wrapped his arms around me again, laying his head against my chest.

"morning joe." - you rubbed his back

joe just whined as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

"wake up babe." - you kissed his cheek

"no." - joe mumbled

i sighed loudly, cuddly joe was cute, but he was almost always the reason why we had to rush getting ready.

"you have a game today." - you continued rubbing his back

"mhm, i know." - joe

"so you need to get up." - you chuckled

"my games at 1.." - joe whined

"and it's 8. get up babe." - you

“are you working media today?" - joe leaned up

“yeah, i'll be taking pictures." - you

joe groaned and plopped back on the bed in an exaggerated way, before snuggling himself against you.

"will you get up now??" - you

"why do you want to get me outta here so fast? who's in this bed when i'm gone?" - joe joked

"no one you weirdo, i’m just not gonna be late because you didn’t get up.” - you

"i so wouldn't care if it meant i could lay in this bed with you all day" - joe pulled you into his lap

now i was straddling him, his eyes looking straight into mine.

"you're so beautiful." - joe squeezed your hips

"i just woke up." - you chuckled

"still." - joe smiled

"i love you." - you

"love you too." - joe kissed you

"i gotta shower... wanna join?" - you

"of. course." - joe

i laughed as i got off of his lap and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the bed.

*time skip*

joe and i walked into the locker room at the same time, he had his pregame fit on and he was looking insanely good. of course for media sake i let joe walk a few feet ahead of me so we'd still get good content of him.

once we were in the locker room it was time for us to part ways.

"i know i'll see you on the sidelines but i just want to tell you good luck. i know you're gonna do amazing, because you're the best qb in the league joe." - you

"i love you so much." - joe pulled you into a hug

"i love you too, baby" - you

joe pulled away for a second and kissed my lips, holding my face gently with his hand.

"i'm gonna go, i need to set up." - you

"yeah... bye." - joe

"bye." - you turned around and smiled as you walked away towards the field entrance

*time skip*

everything was going great. it was the beginning of the second quarter and the bengals were winning 17 - 10. offense was on the field right now and joe was doing amazing, o-line could definitely be better.. but joe was avoiding sacks amazingly.

i stood on the sidelines, with the rest of the photographers. i looked to the ground for a split second and saw something on the ground, it was a candy bar wrapper so i bent over to pick it up.. that's when everything escalated.

multiple fans in the stands behind me.. that were men, catcalled me. and it didn't just stop there.

"someone throw their trash down their so she’ll bend over again"

the guys around him just laughed, i didn't even turn around. all the games that i had worked sideline at.. nothing like this had ever happened.

"baby girl! i know you hear me! i'd love to hop down there and drag your ass out of this stadium"

i really don't know what to do, this has never happened to me before. there was no one around me that i could grab. joe was on the field, zac was coaching, and i didn't want to bother any of the other guys.

"don't ignore me bitch, if you don't want to be yelled at then cover up next time"

that was my final straw, offense was coming off the field and i wanted to run over to joe so bad but i didn't want to distract him. i could confront these guys by myself.

"i'm married!" - you shot the guy a snarky look

"don't see a husband anywhere!"

(joes pov)

as the offense and i hustled off the field, i looked around our sideline trying to find y/n.

when my eyes landed on her she was turned around talking to a few male raiders fans, but she didn't look happy. she looked far from it.

i sat down on the bench, next to tee and ja'marr but kept my eyes on y/n.

the guys kept yelling things at her that i couldn't hear, each time her face lost more and more color.

"uh joe.. that doesn't look good." - ja'marr

"i know." - joe said as his jaw clenched

i jumped up and walked over to zac.

"taylor, look at y/n." - joe

"what?" - zac turned and faced where joe was pointing

i watched all the features in his face drop as he saw what was happening.

"go." - zac nodded

i looked at him for a second but when we made eye contact i realized what he was saying and i started running down the sideline to y/n.

i weaved through all the players, trying not to run into anyone. when i finally made it to her, i watched her face wash over with relief.

"everything okay?" - joe

"no." - your eyes teared up

"what's wrong?" - joe

"those guys keep yelling inappropriate things about me.. joe i'm scared." - you fell into his arms

she practically fell into me, so i quickly wrapped my arms tightly around her as i glared up at the guys who had been heckling her.

"here comes her night in shining armor everyone!"

everything this dipshit said seemed to be the funniest thing ever to his friends.

"whore slept her way into a sideline photographer job"

"that's why she's wearing the skimpy tight clothes, so burrow stays interested in her"

"don't listen to them, baby. i'm here, just pay attention to me." - joe rubbed your back

"i wanna leave." - you cried

"here, just come over and sit on the bench with me." - joe

"joe.. i can’t i'll get in trouble." - you

"i think your boss will understand y/n. if she doesn't.. then i'll intervene." - joe

"joey." - you

"nope, lets go." - joe took your hand and started walking you over to the bench

when we made it over to the bench, ja'marr and tee both stood up to give us space.

she never let go of my hand, i literally felt terrible.

"y/n, are you okay? what did they say to you? do i need to get someone to come get you?" - zac walked over

she wouldn't speak up, not wanting to recall the cruel words that were just spoken to her so i told zac what i had heard once i got over there.

"i flagged down your boss when you guys were still over there, she said you can go up to the box with joes parents." - zac

"thanks zac." - you

"no problem, you can go ahead and head up now if you want.” - zac

she nodded and zac walked away. before she stood up she turned to me.

"thank you.. i love you more than you'll ever know joe." - you

"i love you more. get outta here, i'll see you after the game." - joe

*time skip*

(y/n's pov)

we all stood outside of the locker room, waiting for joe. robin was holding savanna, joe and i’s three year old daughter who was passed out asleep.

i was talking to robin when joes tall frame came into my peripherals, causing me to stop mid sentence and make my way over to him.

"good game baby!" - you wrapped your arms around him

"thanks, babe." - joe kissed your forehead as his arms wrapped around you

"you played so good, i'm proud of you!" - you

"thank you.. have you seen my parents?" - joe

"yeah they're over there with savanna i kinda ran off when i saw you" - you

"let's go over to them." - joe took your hand and started walking towards your family

once we had made it over to them everyone took turns hugging and praising joe before dad mode took over and sav would have his full attention. mid conversation savanna started fussing so robin sat her on the ground, she immediately wrapped herself around joe’s leg.

"dada." - savanna whined

"what princess?" - joe

"up." - savanna stuck her arms up, signaling joe to pick her up

joe bent down and picked sav up, she laid her little head in his chest.

"dada, thirsty." - savanna

"do you want to go get something from the locker room?" - joe

"yes!" - savanna squealed

"hey baby?" - joe put his hand on your lower back to let you know he was there

"mhm?" - you

"sav’s thirsty so imma grab something for her out of the locker room. do you want anything?" - joe

"no, i'm okay. thank you though." - you

"i'll be right back then." - joe kissed you

joe took sav’s hand and started back towards the locker room.

he hadn't brought up what happened during the game yet, but he was in a good mood and i didn't want to ruin that by bringing it up. once i got up to the box, my family comforted me. robin reassured me that the man's words were false and that i shouldn't listen to them. after all of the pep talks i shoved it out of my mind and focused on cheering for joe. quickly my mood was improved and it ended up being a fun day.

(joes pov)

when i got to the door of the locker room i realized there was probably still players getting in and out of the shower.

i looked down at sav, thinking of what i could do.

"i've got an idea." - joe mumbled as he reached into his pocket and took the headband out

i bent down to savs level as i put the headband over her eyes.

"dada what are you doin??" - savanna

"the guys might be in the shower savvy" - joe

"oh. ewwww" - savanna

"yes, ew." - joe opened the door and lead sav i

i held sav’s hand rather tight since i had to guide her over to my locker.

"yo hey savvy!" - ja'marr

"hi, marr marr!" - sam

sav had been loving ja’marr ever since she was a newborn, as soon as she started talking

"joe why's she blindfolded?" - ja'marr

"i didn't know if you guys were done in the shower yet." - joe

"ohh yeah, smart idea." - ja'marr

"do you want water or gatorade?" - joe

"gatorade" - sav babbled

i got one out of the package and handed it to her.

"let's get back to your momma." - joe

"i'll see ya later!" - ja'marr

"see ya later bro." - joe

"bye marr marr" - sav waved bye

"sweetie, you're waving bye to a wall." - joe gently grabbed her shoulders and moved her to where she was facing ja'marr

"there you go." - joe

"bye marr marr!" - sam waved

"bye sweetheart" - ja'marr

when we left the locker room i took the blindfold off of her eyes and walked over to everyone

"did you get your drink girly?" - you

"yup!" - sav waved her gatorade

"are you ready to go home?" - joe looked at you

"i'd like to talk a little longer if that’s alright with you, is everything okay?" - you

"i- i'm just tired." - joe

the look on her face told me she knew why i wanted to leave. it was because of what happened during the game. it just made me so mad and i wanted it to just be us.. at home.

"robin you have a key to our place right? i don't know when you guys will be getting home from dinner so we might be asleep the time you get to the house." - you

"yup i've got a key, honey! are you guys leaving already?" - robin

"yeah, joe’s sore and tired so we're gonna go ahead and head out." - you

"thanks for coming!" - joe

"you did good joey, now go home and celebrate the win with your family." - robin smiled as she hugged her son

after pulling away from my mom, i embraced my dad and said our goodbyes.

i picked sav up and held her against my chest.

"they're so cute." - jimmy watched you guys walk away

"they're truly the sweetest family, y/n and joe are so adorable." - robin

"what do the kids say.. uh couple goals. yeah that's what they are." - jimmy

"i'm so happy they found each other." - robin

"i am too" - jimmy smiled in adoration

*time skip*

joe was putting savanna to sleep by himself.

this is something he usually does when he's upset, he stays alone with the presence of just the kids because of their carefree attitudes.

i sat on the couch downstairs, the tv wasn't on and all the lights were off so when all of a sudden i felt a hand on my shoulder i flinched.

"just me, baby." - joe

"oh.." - you chuckled slightly

"sorry.." - joe walked in front of the couch before crawling on top of you.

joe was laying directly on top of me, his head in my chest, and his arms wrapped around me.

one of my hands was occupied by playing with his hair. i knew it comforted him so i made sure to curl my fingers into his soft dark blonde locks.

"im so sorry for what happened. those guys are idiots, and please don't take their words to heart because they have no idea what they're talking about." - joe

"i know that everything they said was wrong.. but i just don't know why they'd say it. i haven't done anything wrong, or been mean.. towards anyone. i just don’t understand why i deserve it." - you

"you don’t baby. it's because they see a young woman that's successful and they don't like it. i couldn't tell you why but some people are just like that. but listen you don't need to seek validation from others. you know who you are.. and you know that i know who you are. that's all that matters." - joe

"you're right.. seems you're always right." - you

joe laughed slightly, you could hear how tired he was.

"is there something we can do do tonight that'll make you happy?"'- joe leaned up and sat on the couch cushion next to me

"uh yeah actually.." - you turned to joe

"what's that?" - joe

i put my hand on his cheek, letting it slowly roam downwards.

"well you won your game.. and comforted me on the sidelines. so i'd say you need a reward right?" - your hand went from his cheek, down his chest, his stomach, and staying on his thigh

"rewarded.. how?" - joe looked down at your hand on his thigh

"i think you already know baby." - your statement caused joes eyes to meet yours

"y/n.. my parents are gonna be home soon. what if they walk in on us?" - joe

"then let's go upstairs." - you stood up and put your hand out

once joe took my hand i led him upstairs to our room, making sure to be extra quiet when was passed the sam's room and the twins room.

when we got inside, joe was in control now. he shut the door and immediately pushed me over to the bed, kissing the entire time.

"i think i enjoy this more than actually winning the game." - joe mumbled

"i know i do." - you ran your hands through his hair

"i gotta get you out of these clothes." - joe

"then take 'em off of me, joe." - you whined

he looked at me with that dirty smirk, he loved how the moment we got to the bedroom i surrendered to him. joe quickly took his shirt off before he turned to me. he gently took my leggings off along with my bengals cropped shirt, leaving me in just my underwear and bra. he took a step back and let his eyes roam over my body. it wasn't until he groaned that i realized he was palming himself as he looked at me.

"shit, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

i walked forward and put my lips on his, needing to taste his sweet lips. it caught him off guard but then he quickly lead me backwards before giving me a gentle push onto the bed.

with the push joe just gave me, i was now laying completely flat on the bed. he was still standing up, and when he moved forward to press his bulge against my center i couldn't help but let a small moan slip out.

"shit baby. you feel that? feel how fucking hard you make me?" - joe

oh god. joe wasn't normally a dirty talker in bed.. but when he was i knew it was because he was really in the mood and needed me then and there.

"joe." - you moaned

"yeah? what is it?" - joe

"please." - you

"please what?" - joe

"i need you, joey." - you

joe acted fast, he pulled away from me and immediately pulled his shorts and boxers off.

he was lining himself up when we heard a sound.

it was the front door, robin and jimmy were here.

both joe and i looked at each other with scared eyes.

"you gotta be quiet for me, okay? can't have my mom hearing." - joe winked

i gave him a dirty look and he had a confused look on his face.

"what?" - joe

"maybe we should just go to bed." - you stood up

"what?" - joe looked at you with hurt written on his face

"i'm gonna go shower." - you

"y/n.. i'm confused." - joe

"i just don't want to when your parents are here, joe." - you

"we can be quiet.." - joe

"joe.. just drop it okay?" - you

"did i do something?" - joe

"no joe, i'm just not comfortable doing it when there's a chance we could be heard and i really don't want to be pushed do to something i don't want to do" - you

"im sorry.." - the lust in joes eyes was no longer there, now they were full of concern

"it's fine.." - you walked into the bathroom but joe followed

i was stepping into the showers when joe grabbed my wrist to stop me. at first i thought his intentions were impure but he just pulled me into a hug. his erection was still poking my leg but i knew that joe didn’t mean for it to, he just wanted to comfort me.

"just ignore... that." - joe

"i'm trying my best." - you laughed

"can i at least shower with you?" - joe

"will you behave?" - you

"mhm." - joe nodded

"okay, come on then shiesty." - you smiled

*time skip*

"goodnight, i love you." - joe kissed you

"goodnight joey. i love you." - you

after squeezing my waist he gave me another quick kiss before he rolled over and tried to get comfortable.

an hour later, i sat restless. now i regret stopping joe because i was left aching and needing him more than before.

i didn't want to wake up him up because in the morning we'd be leaving for a two day trip with alexa and ja'marr. which is also the reason why joes parents were staying the night, so they could watch the kids while we were gone.

i tried to go to sleep, i really did. but i couldn't.

at first all i was doing was rubbing his back, and when he rolled over now facing me i thought he was awake.

"joe?" - you

when he didn't reply i realized he was still asleep and i was still restless.

he just looked so perfect, the blanket barely reached his waist. his now long hair was laying over on his forehead as his built chest rises and falls with every breath. i needed him.

when i leaned forward i was just placing little kisses on his neck before they wandered down and i started kissing all over his chest.

"baby?" - joe

shit.

i dove under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

"i know you're awake honey. you were just kissing my neck." - joe chuckled

"i'm sorry for waking you.. i'm just kinda- i don't know.." - you

"you regret stopping me earlier, don’t you? is that what it is?" - joe smirked

i defeatedly nodded, avoiding eye contact with him.

"do you wanna continue?" - joe

"joe it's past midnight, we have to leave early tomorrow morning. you get grumpy when you're tired" - you

"i'm not gonna be grumpy if i lost sleep because of sex babe" - joe grinned

when i looked at the smile on his face i feel like every ounce of self control i had left disappeared.

joe scooted closer to me and grabbed my hips to pull me into him.

once his arms wrapped around my waist his lips met mine. these kisses were rough and you could practically feel the desperation for each other.

joe grabbed me and flipped over onto his back, now i was on top.

"take the shirt off." - joe said between kisses

i pulled away and pulled my shirt off, joes pupils dilated softly when my chest was now bare for him.

"holy shit.. baby you gotta ride me." - joe groaned as he lifted his hips and pulled his boxers down

when i sank down on him we both moaned, but joe reached up and put his hand over my mouth.

"quiet, beautiful." - joe

his one hand stayed on my mouth as his other rested on my hip, encouraging me to keep moving.

"atta girl." - joe groaned when you moved

"joe, fuck!" - your head fell back as your eyes clenched shut

a couple minutes later, i knew joe was close by how his hips bucked and his moans became more frequent.

"baby. im close-" - joe was cut off by his own moan has he came

when i continued moving joe grabbed my thighs, trying to slow me down.

"i- i cant. it's too much y/n" - joe breathed heavily

"please joe? i'm not that far off." - you watched as he nodded slowly and clench his eyes shut

every move i made, joe whimpered. he was sensitive and the stimulation was killing him.

"joey!" - you moaned

"cmon, babe." - joe whined

"i'm close, i'm close!" - you moaned

"let go for me baby." - joe whined as he came for the second time

i wasn't far behind him, and i slumped forward against him out of breath.

"that was amazing." - joe heaved

"yeah, we were a little loud though." - you said through heavy breaths

"who cares? we have a kid, it's not like they didn't know we do it" - joe

"yeah, you're right.." - you rolled off of him and laid your head in his chest

"cmon, let's go clean up." - joe

"nooo, i'm too tired." - you

"i'll help you up, and i'll wash you off." - joe

"i'd rather lay here. your chest is a really nice pillow.” - you

"well after we take a nice bath you can lay down and go to sleep." - joe

i was gonna protest because i was absolutely exhausted but joe was already getting off the bed and wrapping his arms around me, leading me into the bathroom.

*time skip*

"baby.. you awake?" - joe rubbed your arm

we were sitting in the bath after cleaning off, i was sitting between joes legs as my back was to his chest. my head was laying on his shoulder.

"mhm." - you

"that wasn't very convincing." - joe chuckled as he stood up

we dried off and i slipped into a pair of shorts and a shirt before getting into bed and finally cuddling up to joe.

"you think you can sleep now?" - joe

"yup, i love you!" - you kissed his cheek

"love you too." - joe kissed your head and you were already falling asleep on his chest

————————————————————————authors note: just a lil smutty imagine for your saturday afternoon.

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow smut

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cybernetic-panda · 2 months

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Okay so I finally got the spell slots to write my first little fanfic! Any feedback is appreciated andddd whatever else!

It's been a year since the events of the movie. Orm traveled for a while but still wanted to grow his familial connection with Arthur and Atlanna. Arthur has a friend relatively nearby to the lighthouse. Allowing space between the two brothers, but Orm is close enough for Arthur to tap his guidance.

Noelle works as a blacksmith. She sells stuff online and travels for conventions, is obsessed with Atlantis weaponry and armor. Met Arthur when he was younger training with Dafoe Char and begged to see his cool ass weapon. Is a metahuman essentially like a wyvern. Her scales are bronze she can withstand high temperatures and can hold her breath for 60 minutes. (Like a water dragon essentially) Functions okay in society mostly wears under armor to cover the scales that show on her limbs and makeup on her face.

The high point of Noelle's year was finally being able to get her hands on Atlanis scrap metal. After nagging Arthur for years she'd finally got the best gift from him. Well, not so much from him but telling his fantastic mother, Atlanna, what she wanted to make. Low and behold not less than 24 hours later Arthur presented himself at her workshop with a beautiful haul.

"Can't believe you complained to my mom Noe." He huffed throwing down the sack of metal. "I was gonna get to it eventually."

Humming Noelle nodded and started to sort through her new treasure trove. "Christmas is right around the corner Arthur. I can't make Orm's gift with the shit I have here, it had to be from Atlantian metal." She pauses and turns to give him a stern look. "If you had gotten the scraps I asked for I dunno, fifteen years ago when I started asking I would've been done AND been able to make you kickass weapons for those last couple big bad fights you've had. So swim off my friend I will see you in three weeks, as you still took your sweet time I have to work straight to the day of to make Orm's gift."

Arthur breaks out in a grin and begins to walk away."I expect a cool gift too this year! And a fucking kickass weapon for Junior!"

"Of course, I'm making Juniors' first trident, I'm the royal blacksmith!" Noelle quipped back without looking at him.

"Yeah still gotta go through "official" channels for that, still hell ya!"

-Fast Forward Three Weeks-

"Sorry for being late! Doing some finishing touches." Out of breath, Noelle breached the front door of the lighthouse.

Tom was the first welcoming face Noelle catches. "Don't fret you're not late, just finishing up Junior opening presents first.' Wrapping his arm around Atlanna he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Heard we'll be seeing something impressive from you this evening."

Laughing awkwardly "Well I certainly hope so, if it's okay I wanna give Orm my gift really quick. Don't think I can wait another second! I wrapped it and whatnot but I'm excited to see him open it." Tom motioned to the back porch where Orm and Arthur were having what looked like a heated debate. "Thank you!" Noelle placed her bag of gifts to the side and clutching the weapon case proceeded to the backdoor.

"You cannot just allow anyone to come into Atlantis if they beat you in an arm wrestling match. That one makes no sense, two is not a basis for immigration or visitation. I agreed with you in revealing Atlantis to the surface world, but I cannot agree with such a pufferfish-brained idea!" Orm finishes his tangent with a huff and runs his hand through his hair. Looking up he spots Noelle coming out and unfurrows his brow. "Noelle tell Arthur that flexing his muscles at everything is not the answer."

Chuckling Noelle breaks into a large grin, "You know he's joking Orm. I mean if it's the same 'arm wrestle to barter, debate, etc.' idea he had when he was seventeen then I assume he's joking." Turning to Arthur Noelle cocks her head questioningly. "Ruffling his feathers again for fun?"

Getting up from where he was leaning on the railing, putting his hands up in a defensive manner, "Ya got me! I already took your notes for an ideal visitation selection and immigration policy for surface dwellers and Atlannians. Still working on conditions for both to visit safely, but eh ya know nerd stuff. Anyway, I'm gonna head inside and let you kids enjoy a moment.' Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Orm and Noelle, Arthur sauntered back in the house.

"Alllll right well whatever on that. Orm! I have a Christmas gift for you!." Noelle thrusts the case on Orm with an oomph! and began to watch him with giddy anticipation.

Orm takes a second to recover and evaluate the case in front of him, as he does Noelle not being able to contain her giddiness starts to describe the case.

"SO I was thinking of a combination of land and sea, you'll notice them with the whole gift. The case is made of a couple of layers of driftwood and I got your mom to help with the Atlantian Script." Orm runs his hands over the Orm Marius etched into the box and smiles. He places the case on the railing has his carefully opens the case. As he opens the case completely his breath catches in his throat and he freezes. Sensing some confusion Noelle steps closer and continues her description.

"So all royals have a trident annndd yours broke so ta-da! The handle is made from a piece of your mother's original trident Arthur was able to find. And then.." Noelles' voice fades away as Orm focuses on each inch of the trident. After a moment he finally starts to grasp the the weapon with both hands to take it out of its case. Miracously its feels like an extension of himself, the weight of the weapon feels right. When moving his hands a bit more something catches his right hand he lifts it up closer and sees inscribed on the handle in Altantian 'OceanMaster'. Noelle's voice fades back in," I had put OceanMaster because ya know I think it fits you in the way you've Mastered the ocean and are an advisor to the King of the Oceans. I can buff it out if it is too much." Noelle nervously sways back and forth on her heels looking down and waiting for some form of answer.

"I accept." Orm finally replies after what feels like hours. Noelle looks up in confusion as Orm gingerly leans the trident on the railing swings around picks up Noelle in a bridal carry. "I accept your proposal and will be honored to be your husband. I'm sorry I have nothing prepared in return." He kisses her tenderly on her lips as she still processes what he's saying. "However," He leans in close to whisper, "I can certainly make it up to you when we go home this evening."

#orm marius #orm x reader #prince orm #aquaman 2 #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #little blurbs that keep playing inmy mind #patrick wilson

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tainoidiot · 1 year

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Just a random idea that I thought would be cute, if you don’t mind writing for it. So y’know how in Btas Jonathan and Harley are shown to have a sort of friendship? Well, I could imagine Harley learning about Jonathan’s relationship with the reader and pestering him about it to no end. Can’t really blame her considering Jonathan is, well, not the easiest to close to.

I like to imagine she find out about the relationship by pure accident too, since Jon doesn’t seem like the type to openly discuss his personal business like that. You can add on to this if you want, this is just the basics since this just popped into my head lol

WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY

Also heyyyy I'm back in class I hate college

Secret Secrets Are No Fun

BTAS!Johnathan Crane x Reade. Plus Harley!

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It was pretty late in the day, yet nothing had happened. Gotham was quiet, not a rogue to be heard. Hell, even the batman decided today he'd take the day off to do.. whatever that guy does. Bruce Wayne seems to be having fun though, maybe he should take a page from his book.

This wouldn't sit with Harley. With Ivy taking the entire day to manage her garden, and the Joker basically kicking her out for the day, what was a woman to do? She'd get kicked out any restaurant, and museums are so boring when you're not particularly in the mood. So a walk will do just fine, "You two want some walkies? Let's see if we can snag some hotdogs for ya!" Harley giggled, Bud and Lou excitedly rushing toward the door and crying in anticipation to begin. They're more like dogs now than Hyenas, she swears..

The funniest thing is, though they don't mean it, some rogues stay in touch. That's definitely the case with her and Johnathan, or as the citizens of Gotham know him as that fucking creep with the potato sack costume the Scarecrow. So why not stop by for a visit? Company is always nice! And Bud and Lou are the sweetest babies, who could say no? Once the trio finally stopped at the corner of his residence, Harley noticed the front door open. Before she went to walk, she saw someone unfamiliar walk out. Probably just a henchman or something, nothing to freak about.

"I'll be right back, okay? I'll pick up dinner for tonight, and if you haven't put down your work before I get back I'm gonna force relaxation on you!" The figure giggled, grabbing Johnathans hands to hold softly in theirs. "I promise, just after I write this one reaction down. I'll have it all put away once you're back." And then, Harley covers her mouth so they don't hear the gasp. THEYRE KISSING? WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS ALLOWED?

After the stranger walks off, not really even noticing the bright blonde and two giant "dogs", she hops out the bushes and giggled "Johnathan Crane! I didn't realize PDA was on the menu for tonight?" She teased. Johnathan looked at Harley and groaned "Hello, Harley.. it's nothing to concern you." He grumbled, pretty embarrassed that she saw everything. "Oh really?" Harley giggled, waltzing right into the dilapidated room. "What did I say about the Hyenas?!" Johnathans gasped as Bud and Lou pushed past him. "Nothing to concern you." Harley laughed, sitting down on a ripped up couch. "Now, tell me everything! They're such a looker too! So kind and really looks at you the way that softens a cold icy heart." Harley fawns, Johnathan blushing "You think so..?" He quickly closes the door and continues writing in his already cramped journal.

"So.." Harley sprawled herself out "Who was that? I didn't realize you were seeing someone, do they know about your work?" She pestered, Johnathan groaning in annoyance "just a significant.. other" He replied, trying to be as vague as possible. Harley screamed, jumping up and going over to the red head to grab his shoulders "Oh my god! You are dating! For such a long time I thought you had a stick up your ass." She laughed, Johnathan now burning red with embarrassment. "They're awfully attractive, how'd you pull them even? No offense, you're just kinda-" "Don't continue that sentence." He growled. Harley shrugged, grabbing an empty box "Come on, let's clean up. I don't want to be the reason why your Significant Other gets on your ass."

With everything cleaned up and ready for Johnathan's date night (minus the vials Bud may or may not have eaten), the duo plopped onto the couch in exhaustion. "Alright.. Lab is clean. Now would you-" just as Johnathan got up, he heard a few knocks at the door. As the door opens, Harley sees the stranger in all their glory, whistling like a cartoon wolf. "You are quite a looker. Ciao, Johnny!" And just like that, she's off.

".. Was that"

"Yep."

"You know her?"

"I do."

"Huh.. I learn new things about you every day."

#gotham rogues #batman #johnathan crane #harley quinn #johnathan crane x reader #scarecrow

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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For the WIP Game! (I went and updated the original post so it has links to all the answers, if folks want to check those out. Sometimes my brain good!)

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe asked me about the WIP called Will suck dick for books! 😆😆 I did not anticipate that folks would ask about works in fandoms they are not familiar with but I am LIVING FOR IT~~

I'm also going to go ahead and tag @fatalfangirl here because (methinks??) you have partaken of the Haikyuu. Going to also tag @thewesterndoor because YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID lolol jkjk who got me into Haikyuu and whose Take/Ukai fics I ADORE.

Fandom background: Haikyuu!! is an earnest and hilarious volleyball anime where everyone is gay and chaotic and loveable. It's SO SO GOOD and like all sports anime, it is not necessarily just about sport but about FEELINGS~

Pairing background: Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Takeda (Take-chan): looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you, English teacher, glasses nerd, his superpower is bowing at like 1000 km/h, head coach but he knows nothing about volleyball at the beginning of the series (he just stepped in to fill a void b/c he a good human), cries easily, tries to use poetry to motivate high school athletes, terrifyingly good at holding his liquor, in my headcanon he's a beast in the sack

Ukai: looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll, Reformed Gangster Vibes, in his late 20s but his energy is always Kids Get Off My Lawn, lightweight, easily manipulated by cute English teacher into coaching a high school volleyball team even though he has full time jobs running a convenience store and helping out w/ the family farm because (in this fic) he's Weak for Dat Ass

The fic: a canon-adjacent and canon-compliant take on (some of) the events in the series, but focused on the relationship between Takeda/Ukai, these baby adults who have somehow accidentally co-adopted 14 chaotic teens.

There's fake dating, nerding out about books, soft boyfriends being super soft and domestic, dating/married even if they don't realize it, and a backstory involving writing your phone number in the back of a book, lending it to a hot stranger, and somehow running into them seven years later.

U want a snippet? here's a snippet. I has lots of snippets. (This bad boy is sitting at like 75% in my drafts folder):

"Look, are you going to buy something or not?"

"Are you going to coach the boys' volleyball team?"

"No. You should try a meat bun, they're pretty good."

The Nice New Teacher buys a pizzaman, which is kind of adorable. "I'll come back," he says, but it's hard for him to sound threatening around a mouthful of steamed bun.

And another, a little later on:

Keishin's gotten used to being accosted by the Nice New Teacher every few days, so he's a little weirded out by a sudden radio silence. In that time, he reviews the store inventory, decides to implement a new organization system for the frozen foods, and even washes the windows. It's a slow couple of days, okay?

He literally just finishes throwing GunGun bars at a couple of punks from the volleyball team - the one with the shaved head catches the protein bar in his teeth, what the hell is Take-chan teaching them - when the store phone starts ringing.

"Lo, Sakanoshita Market."

"Ukai-kun!" Take-chan exclaims. He sounds breathless and excited, as if he's been eager to talk to Keishin all day, which is kinda adorable and - weird, Keishin corrects himself, weird, and not adorable, and definitely not a little bit charming.

"You again," Keishin sighs, as if he's got about fifty million other things that he could be doing with his time, instead of re-reading One Piece.

And then later, after Keishin's ass is well and truly Trapped:

"Er, thanks," Takeda says, flushing. "I, ah, as you can see, I… I have a lot of books."

"Do I need to stage an intervention, Sensei?"

Takeda scratches the back of his head. "My mother was a librarian," he says, laughing a little. "So I come by it honestly."

Keishin finds himself squinting at a silver flask resting between a bunch of cookbooks. There's writing on it in English, in fancy Gothic lettering, and he manages to just make out Will suck d- before Takeda suddenly materializes there, his smile very bright.

"Hope you don't mind red pepper, there's a lot of it in the yakisoba!" Takeda says, his voice a bit higher than usual. "We should eat!"

THANK YOU for letting me blather about this fic in a fandom other than Carry On, LOLOLOL!!! It's so fun to come back to this and definitely makes me excited to FINALLY FINISH AT SOME POINT THIS YEAR RAWR~

#WIP Game #will suck dick for books #haikyuu!!#take/ukai #Takeda ittetsu #Ukai keishin #weak for nerds #my fic tag

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chidoroki · 7 months

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP1

aka: city wide brawling

So the OP song is the same as last season but the visuals changed? I'm not too bothered by it but I would've loved another great song. The boys already looking so good too. Very excited to see more of Smiley and Angry and hopefully I can learn their names properly now.

Aww, Emma looked so pretty in that one shot.

Oh, that one captain of Toman whom I dunno the name of.. does he switch sides? That scene of him getting up from the chair with that pissed off look on his face ain't giving me good vibes.

I'm like 95% certain that Inui eventually cooperates with us while Koko doesn't and that moment with the both of them with the former disappearing from the latter's side sorta reinforces that idea in my mind.

Oh, yup, that Toman captain (Yasuhiro. I was good and looked him up) joins Tenjiku, with Sanzu right behind him too I think. I guess I should've seen that coming, which means Toman loses its fifth division captain and vice captain.

This fight looks insane already. My boy Chifuyu putting in work, Inui looking so unbothered while kicking ass and Kakucho nailing Takemichi with a heavy hit oh my god.. and that moment of Izana running up on Mikey with crazy eyes is definitely creepy.

I try my best to avoid spoilers, honestly, but Mikey and Izana have some sorta history, don't they? like, family related or whatever. And I'm so not looking forward to what may happen with Emma, if it happens this season.

Anyways, lemme actually start this episode.. and we're starting right where we left off, thank god.

“Takemichty, your mind can't even begin to fathom me.” Bro, my mind can't comprehend you either and I hate it. How can Kisaki just jump around to different gangs and reach an authority status so easily, like the hell is so special about you dude?

Hanma riding in on a bike sporting purple leopard patterns.. what an icon.

YO! Mochizuki! Can you not drag my precious boy like that?? And toss him through the air like a sack of potatoes?? I hope Chifuyu kicks his ass during the upcoming battle.

Tenjiku is already brawling with Toman's second division somewhere else? That's Mitsuya's division, yea? Oh dear.

Ain't no way the twins come rushing in by running over all the Tenjiku members with their bikes!! Seeing Smiley all happy like that is hilarious!

Angry doesn't play around, holy shit, his punches are deadly!

Okay okay, so Angry is Souta and Smiley is Nahoya, but if even their intros call 'em by their nicknames I just might do the same, although that'll just lead me to forget their real ones quicker.

Ah damn, so the twins had beef with Mocchi way before their Toman days huh? Alright, either one of them can get revenge on that dude. That's fine.

The twins are insane but I love them already. Well, I know they've been around since the first season, but finally seeing them more is great.

“What if Kisaki can also travel through time?” I'm not completely certain about him but I do know Takemichi isn't the only one capable of doing so at least.

Oohhh Takemichi is through playing games. That's such an angry and determined face!

I know it won't ever happen, but the fact that killing Kisaki has never been brought up as a viable option to stop this chaos is incredible.

Yuuupp, I knew Mitsuya was involved in that brawl happening far away, but at least he's landing a couple nice hits on Mocchi.

Okay what the fuck Ran?? Knocking Mitsuya down with a damn cement block. What cheap stunt.

“Sorry about the cheap shot.” OH well at least he's self aware!!!

I've seen how loved the Haitani brothers are so I'm interested to find out why, though I don't think causing harm to Toman is ca contributing factor..

Mhhhmm I know nothing about Shion aside from this little scene that was teased in trailers but he's intense.. and apparently he was the ninth gen leader of Black Dragon. That's terrifying.

I got a feeling the info the twins forced outta those two Tenjiku dudes was just bait, because if Kakucho is there then that's certainly not good.

I mean, it's nice he sent the swarm of Tenjiku guys away, but I doubt Kakucho is gonna struggle fighting a 1v4 either.

“First Division’s Captain means you’re the toughest of all of you, right?” “Uh, actually, that’s not really true. He fights with his kindness, not his fists.” Glad Chifuyu said what everyone was thinking.

Crazy to think all these fights are happening everywhere between Toman and Tenjiku while Manjiro and Inaza are just chilling by the sea..

So.. they didn't already know each other? Odd. Perhaps they don't remember one another?

That punch of Takemichi's really knocked down Kakucho so hard he's having a serious flashback.. or Takemichi is anyways.

Wait a damn minute, they knew each other in second grade?? Hello???

“You were my hero.” Another one huh?

“Beware of a traitor.” Well thanks to the OP I got a hunch on who two might be. Maybe.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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deniigi · 2 years

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when/if you've watched no way home and are willing to share, i would LOVE to hear your thoughts about it

PLS THE NEW SPIDERMAN CAME OUT COME BACK TO THW FANDOM WE NEED U ITS SO GOOD AHHHHH (it's okay if u don't lol just whenever I think of spiderman I immediately think of u lol and thIS MOVIE IS LITERALLY JUST UR FICS I LOVE IT)

so thoughts on nwh?

Thank you all for asking lol

I just saw No Way Home this last week. This answer will contain spoilers for Spiderman No Way Home, so if you haven't seen it, please proceed with caution.

tbh guys I give it like a 6.75/10.

It was. fine. It was entertaining enough.

More under the cut.

Parts I liked:

I liked having the other Spideys. I have historically hated Tobey Maguire's Spiderman, but this time I was actually very pleased to find that he was very relatable as the oldest and most experienced of the group.

In the moment when he put himself between Norman and Tom Holland Spidey, I thought there was going to be a narrative parallel between his and Blondie's death from ITSV (I honestly thought that that would be REALLY cool but was both bummed and pleased when it didn't happen).

Tom Holland is a phenomenal actor. Yes, he is picking up jobs that look stupid as hell, but you know what? I forgive him for that because he worked his ass off in the Spiderman films and, by god, he fought and cried and got MAD. It was wonderful to see MCU Spidey finally be angry, like really really angry.

Like YES YES YES. THAT'S THE SPIDERMAN WE KNOW.

So loved those parts.

Obviously I loved Andrew Garfield's Spiderman coming in and talking NONstop while other people were talking. Like that guy could not let Tobey Maguire Spidey finish a single sentence. He does motormouth spidey so well. And the bits between MJ and Garfield spidey were adorable. Was it cheesy when Garfield spidey crumpled to pieces after saving MJ from a fall that killed his Gwen? Yes. Do I care? No. Narratively, he finally got to take the dive and make things just a little bit more right for himself.

My favorite part of the whole film, though, was Garfield Spidey and Maguire Spidey popping each other's backs. HANDS. DOWN.

I don't care about literally anything else. (*except Matt catching the brick. Charlie had 4 lines in this movie and said 'I'm gonna make the most of this shit.')

Things I didn't like:

I appreciate that this film was essentially a way to walk back the entire characterization of MCU spiderman up until that point. I see what they were trying to do.

I also see that what sets MCU Spidey apart is the ability to work on a team. The other guys are lone wolves, so yes. I get it now why MCU spidey was built up as he was.

The comparisons between him and the other spideys was a very good way of handling his so far lackluster, boring-ass character development.

My main gripe is that we could have had this shit from the start. They wouldn't have had to walk all this shit back if they hadn't made him such a terrible, unrecognizable character in the first place and ending the film as they did essentially made everything he'd been through so far feel like it didn't matter. That was so many deaths just for us to end up with a Spidey who is finally at the beginning of his story.

Idk man. Not for me.

Also I hated the Dead Aunt May part of this plot. I HATED IT. Especially because it left a 17yo boy literally alone in the entire world and I'm like we really ended on this note?

MCU Spidey is a sad sack of shit right now.

FURTHER. It's not that I don't think that May could have said the line 'with great power comes great responsibility' but it means something different coming from Ben. Like, in terms of Jewish identity, Ben is the last living Jewish member of Peter's immediate family, and for him to say that, is tied to a WHOLE lot of baggage around like Jewish conceptions of power and social and communal responsibility. May isn't Jewish, so while its fine for her to deliver this message, I was just really, really let down.

It's yet another thing that makes me go 'this Spiderman isn't for me. This Spiderman is for Christians. He's been made for their comfort, not mine.' If they had at least somehow made May Jewish, I would have accepted it more easily. But yeah. That was a huge disappointment for me.

Other things I didn't like were Stephen Strange talking the way he did to a fucking 17yo like good god. Of course Peter hadn't called the university to contest his rejection. 99.9% of people don't fucking do that, and Peter is a c h i l d.

Don't love this Dr. Strange. Don't love how he has a lack of respect for his fellow sorcerer dude.

WHAT A DICK.

His whole scenes made me motion sick. I don't need that shit, Stephen. Please tone down these CGI backgrounds.

ONE MORE THING.

Why the fuck is the MCU insistent on putting Cap's shield everywhere? God, I cringed so bad when they put it on the statue of liberty. How. Fucking. Embarrassing. HOW EMBARRASSING.

Anyways, the best parts of this movie were the individual actors playing off each other and acting their asses off. All the villains deserved more screen time and more complex thoughts/feelings, too. TAKE IT FROM STRANGE. GIVE IT TO DOC OCK.

GOD.

Yeah, so. 6.75/10. I wouldn't watch it again.

#nwh spoilers #spider man no way home #ask #fic

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breadrollsequel · 2 years

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Wrote a quick vignette of Connor, young Roy siblings and baby Greg based on a tweet I saw!

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"Needy little bastards, aren't they?" Caroline laughs, like it's a pretty good joke.

"Greg's fine," Marianne says, not laughing. "I know what makes him freak out - Connor, careful - "

"You know I'm careful, Annie. Hey, little buddy!" Connor's attention becomes fully entangled in the bundle that passes from Marianne's arms to his, pitching his voice to a cheery, friendly cadence as he nudges little Gregory's forehead with his own. "Hey, did you talk to my guy?" he asks, back at Marianne. "The one with the organic formula?"

"I'm not feeding stimulants to my baby, Connor," Marianne says.

"Just a tip." Connor backsteps so that Marianne can at least have the reassurance of watching her baby get taken away from her by a strange man. "Kid could use some of that early brain power."

He rocks little Greg gently as he goes; this isn't his first baby rodeo.

"Congratulations, Con! Dad would be so proud," Roman mock-gasps when he returns, then makes a motion with his mouth and fingers that thankfully will go over most babies' heads.

"This is Marianne's kid," Connor clarifies. "Say hi to Gregory." He presents the swaddle of blankets like he's revealing the baby Jesus, and three scary-looking kids peer down so they can get a good look at him. Little Greg is fast asleep, a doughy little thing with slightly mismatched proportions.

"Who names their kid Greg?" Kendall is mildly concerned.

"Not when you say it like that," says Connor. "But 'Gregor' ? 'Gregorius'? Maybe Marianne wants to break the stigma around the name 'Greg'."

"Cool," Kendall notes. "Can I have my bag back?"

"Those things make you miserable," Connor doesn't miss a beat. "Forget about it."

As Kendall groans like he's about to pass out, Roman screws up his face at baby Greg. "Why's his head so big?"

"He looks like one of those toys that grow when you put them in water, but if you got impatient and took it out too early," Shiv observes thoughtfully.

"I can't imagine what the three of you can say when Marianne's around," Connor sighs, shifting Greg's weight in his arms.

At the movement, Greg squirms and blinks his eyes open. They're a pretty blue, just like Connor's and Shiv's and Roman's and Kendall's.

"Hey, little man," Connor greets him warmly. "Who's up? Is Greg up?"

Greg gurgles in response, not at all fazed that the face he's staring up at isn't his mom's, big blue eyes roving and exploring his surroundings. Shiv watches him with fascination despite her earlier jab. She reaches out a hand to poke at his bald head where thin wisps of hair are beginning to grow, and Greg bats a gummy hand at her wrist.

"This is Siobhan, but you can call her Shiv," Connor explains. "This is Kendall."

Greg coos when he sees Kendall, but that's probably because he's never seen a sad sack of an adolescent human being in all his months of being born.

Kendall realises Connor's signalling for him to hold Greg and immediately seizes up. "Uh, I don't -"

Connor accepts his resignation and moves on. "And this is Roman."

It's Roman's turn to get stared at by Greg, and Roman takes this chance to pull a very unattractive face, eyes and mouth and tongue twisting in cartoonishly impossible directions like he always does when he wants the other 10-year-olds to get off his ass.

Greg's face goes a blotchy red and he bursts into tears.

Connor nearly drops him from the whiplash. "Rome!" he manages to yell in between shushing Greg, but Greg won't stop crying. "What's wrong, bud? It's okay, look at me, look at me," he says frantically, but the rising panic in his own voice isn't helping matters, and Greg's wails are have already cut through the ambience of the apartment.

"Rome, you cumbucket," Kendall spits.

"Yeah, Rome, you shitbrain," Shiv parrots, mirroring Kendall's dead-eyed glare.

"What?" Roman flinches from being bombarded from both sides. "I didn't do anything, I just looked at him!"

"Greg? Oh my God, Greg?"

Marianne comes flying into the room, equal parts meltdown and murderous intent. Connor's clinging to Greg like he's holding a bomb, looking like he could evaporate on the spot.

"I'm sorry, Annie, it's all on me." He graciously gifts the screaming bundle of blankets back to his mother, flashing Roman a quick side-eye.

"It's fine," Marianne strains, practically clawing to get Greg back from him. "Maybe I'll hold on to him for tonight." She bounces Greg in the crook of her arm.

"Hey, honey. Mommy's here." She presses her cheek against his, muffling the sound of his screams, as the younger Roys get increasingly physical with each other in the background.

"See? Mommy's here," she hums, and Greg's wails die down into sniffles, and then he's resting his head on Marianne's shoulder, face still kind of pink but no longer crying.

"Mommy's here," Connor affirms as a peace offering, rubbing a hand on the small of Marianne's back.

Later on, Shiv gives Greg one of her old stuffed toys as a second peace offering (from him and his three siblings, Connor tells Marianne, though this isn't very accurate as Roman refused to plead guilty, and by default refused to give up any of his possessions).

"If you don't apologise, Marianne's never inviting you to her house again," Kendall says lightly, out of earshot enough that only Roman can hear him.

"Who cares?" Roman says, but he's biting really hard into his lip and his fists are balled and trembling.

"No one is getting banned from Marianne's house," Connor hovers over them before anything else can escalate. "Count yourselves lucky that she's nice enough to do that."

The mood lightens a little when they start betting on what Greg will look like when he's older, and they joke that he'll just be a bigger-sized baby the next time they see him.

#succession #connor roy #greg hirsch #marianne hirsch #connor gives nicknames to all his family members because he can!!

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fanficmemes · 3 years

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Ah damn we low on fics for cas this week? *chugs vodka* alright ao3 tab I will regret opening here I come

So I was torn between submitting this fic or the omegaverse mind break robot fucking fic, but this one had better paragraph spacing and I guess slightly more cursed content? Also surprisingly enough I did not find this in the dd:dne tag, although really, that would apply. Also it's a sonic fic, probably not super cursed and definitely not the WORST sonic fic out there but I don't have the patience to scour ffn for the really fucked up stuff, so this will have to do. (And yes, I did willingly look at the dd:dne sonic fics, no I'm not okay and yes I'm surprised too that there was nothing there I thought worth submitting).

Anyways. So this fic is about sonic getting captured by the black arms (some alien hivemind race for those who don't know) and being used as their breeding bitch. He wakes up captive in some room where Doom (the leader of the alien race) explains that he is only alive because Shadow (who has Doom's DNA and is therefore his son) wants him to "be part of creation" and since he's the prince and heir to the whole hivemind, Doom let's him keep sonic. He also explains that they cannot experience sexual pleasure like sonic and Shadow can, so they're gonna experience that through the two of them via hivemind shit, and in return for letting Doom experience an orgasm, sonic will get to bear and give birth to the next generation of black arms. Truly the deal of the century

So shadow gets real close and is practically on top of sonic, with Doom in the room and restraining sonic with tentacles. Naturally sonic is protesting the whole time, saying he'd rather die than be involved in this "deranged alien incest" and begging shadow to come to his senses and let sonic go and help him fight back. Shadow refuses and calls Doom daddy, which is certainly a Thing to add on top of the rest of all the shit going on, and he presses their dicks together and starts to jerk them off because Doom isn't going to breed sonic until after he's experienced an orgasm

Eventually the tentacles realise they are here for more than just restrains and are, in fact, a kink in and of themselves, because they start to wrap around their combined hedgehog dicks and one of them splits in half and goes straight into sonic and Shadow's dicks, fucking them. Another tentacle removes Shadow's hand and encases both of their dicks within itself like a "gelatinous cage" and as they both fuck into this gelatinous cage I'm trying to decide if I'm more horrified by the content, the fact that it's hedgehog and alien porn, or by the way the author keeps saying rod and manhood instead of cock and dick (also I'm realising this all sounds like it's escalating incredibly quickly but the fic itself is actually quite well paced but it's 2am and there's a lot of talking that I cba to repeat so y'all get the speedrun edition)

This continues as Doom continues to take pleasure from the hivemind shenanigans, and he says that sonic will not be allowed to cum unless he asks for it. Out of his mind with pleasure bc by now he has gone through quite a lot of teasing, sonic asks Doom to let them cum, also calling him daddy, which I can't decide if that's better or worse than Shadow calling him daddy.

So at LAST Doom lets them cum, taking a moment to admire the sensation that he's never felt until now. He praises sonic for doing so well, says shadow made a good choice for their new host, an announces that they will now begin "fornicating"

Exhausted from being teased and fucked, sonic is lifted against Doom's chest and doesn't quite realize what's happening until a new tentacle, this one the size of a fist, starts to shove its way up his ass and into his intestines. Sonic begins to panic again and starts to struggle to get free, but since he's exhausted it does not work, and he just has to lie back against Doom and take it as an egg sack is shoved into his ass. The first one exhausts him so much from the pain that he can't even fight against the second one, which, in contrast to the first, starts to feel pleasurable.

While this is going on, Shadow is jerking himself off, beating his meat, if you will (hi, star wars poop anon!) and eventually cums to watching sonic get eggs shoved up his ass. Not that sonic notices since he's so out of it. Shadow then crawls into Sonic's lap and cuddles with him to try and soothe him. Exhausted, in pain, and with some amount of pleasure, sonic submits to Shadow's affectionate petting and relaxes into an uneasy rest as his body finally starts to accept the eggs. When he wakes up he lets shadow fuss over him until the birth. The fic ends on sonic saying he blames the effect of the hivemind and the eggs in him for willingly being their surrogate again and again because it's the only thing that keeps him sane. And then it's over, all 4k words of fucked up hedgehog alien incest smut

So, yeah. There's like two or three fics like this (sonic getting captured and bred by the black arms) but this was the first one I found and was the most memorable. Like I said, there's probably way worse sonic fics out there, so this isn't THAT cursed by comparison, but I'm too lazy to go look for them, cause god knows finding fucked up fics on ffn is only easy if you're NOT looking for them

Please appreciate my sacrifice, because hedgehog porn is something I never wanted to read, but hey, anything to keep the fanfic memes community entertained. Happy cas!

I can’t believe I made it through this whole ask without dying of radiation poisoning anyways 7.5/10

#asks #cursed asks

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writteninkat · 3 years

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ii - rubies?!

word count - 1,903

warnings - mention of scars

"he's so tall and handsome as hell. he's so bad but he does it so well."

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As you waited for April to come around, you spent your remaining days working out and training your quirk on your own. You didn't want to look for your father nor did you want to bump into him- the only time you wanted to see him was during UA's sports festival where you know he'll be watching so you can rub it in his face how good your life is without him.

As you work out in your apartment building's gym, you can't keep the blond out of your head. Was he doing alright? Should you have asked for his phone number at least? Where did he study? Was he even from this area?

Your mind races and wanders around thoughts about the blond, causing you to trip on your own feet on the treadmill. Before your hands come in contact with the running deck, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, saving you from the fall but not from the embarrassment.

You take a few moments to stop and think about what just happened, allowing the whole thing to just sink in. I almost tripped because I was thinking about some guy. Stupid mistake.

Your savior puts you down beside the treadmill, hands immediately letting go of your waist. "You okay?" Despite having such buffed-up arms, he had such a sweet voice. You look to your right, checking to see the face of your knight in shining armor.

"My name's Izuku Midoriya." He smiles widely, extending his hand towards you. You take it, smiling back. "Y/n L/n, and yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for saving me, I could have attended my first day in UA with a bandage on my forehead." You chuckled, watching the guy's facial expression turn into excitement.

"No way! You'll be attending UA? That's crazy so am I!"

Your eyes widen, finally someone I can be close to in that new school. "What class are you in?" You move to turn off the treadmill, picking up your water bottle from the floor. You unscrew the cap, taking large sips as you looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Class 1A."

The water backfires, going down the wrong pipe. You cough out the water, rubbing your chest in pain as Midoriya pats on your back in worry. "You okay? Again?"

You wave your hand at him, coughing a few more times before clearing your throat. "So am I." Your voice comes out rough and broken but still understandable.

For the rest of the day, you chat with Midoriya, getting to know each other as you helped each other work out. Like whenever you needed help with your form, he'd guide you. When he needed more weight on his back as he did push up, you were more than happy to sit on him as you scrolled through your cellphone.

As the end of the day, before the two of you part, he asks for your number so it would be easier to contact you. You kind of regret giving it to him cause he wouldn't shut up about the heroes he looked up to. He was such a hero nerd you found it funny.

When he calmed down and told you good night, you hit the sack yourself, images of the angry blond with beautiful ruby eyes filling your head as you fell asleep with a smile. And honestly, that was the best sleep you've had in years.

You're walking yourself to your new school, heart drumming against your chest. The feeling was a little too nostalgic, it was the same feeling you felt back when you came to UA for the practical exam. It felt like time went by a little too fast. You calm your mind, remembering your mom's text to you earlier that morning, telling you good luck with your first day.

You try recalling your goal- to become a hero despite my father telling me I couldn't. To become a hero, to become a hero to become-

"Hey Y/n!" Midoriya waves at you, his smile as bright as the sun. It's sickening but you shrug it off, it suits his face. "Oh, I hope it's alright if I call you Y/n."

"Only if I can call you Izuku." You wink at him, smiling as you continue your way towards the building. As Izuku rambled on about how nervous he was for today that he couldn't sleep properly, your mind raced back to the thought of the school uniform being uncomfortable.

You were so used to wear pants that showing off your legs seemed taboo to you. Don't get it wrong, you like your legs, you think they're okay. But you've been wearing pants maybe eighty percent of your life that you don't like showing even your knees. You can't sit the way you want with skirts- especially if the way you want is your legs either parted apart as you sink onto your chair or your legs on the desk as you scroll through your phone lazily.

Given that it was school rules to wear a uniform, you decided to cover up your legs with black thigh high instead, cursing at the skirt for being a little bit too short for your liking.

"Here it is." Izuku points up at the board right above the classroom door that read 1A. "I just hope I'm not classmates with Tenya or Kacchan." He chuckles, reaching for the door.

"Tenya? That glasses dude who seemed like someone pissed in his cheerios the morning of the exam?" Izuku nods his head but your mind wasn't at ease just yet. Who the hell was this Kacchan?

Your mind wanders again but your thoughts clear away when you hear two people arguing.

"Take your feet off that desk now." You chuckle, recognizing that voice. You mentally send a sorry to Izuku's way.

"Hah?" And that voice too!

You look up, scanning the room and looking for your two new classmates who were arguing. Iida's back covers who he's getting mad at, forcing you to step inside the classroom to get a better look.

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property you cretin."

"You're kidding me right? Your old school put a stick in your ass?"

As you thought, that voice belonged to the same guy who's been infiltrating your head ever since you met him. Day and night. However his attitude caught you off guard, he wasn't this rude when the two of you met.

"Rubies?" You say out loud, the blond, or as Izuku calls him, Kacchan looks your way, eyes widening at the sight of you in the same classroom as him. His once smug expression is wiped off his face as he stares at you, completely taken off guard.

Tenya and a brown haird girl who looked a little too much like Kirby approached Izuku and they began talking to him. You, in the other hand, are being pulled out of the classroom by the blond. His hand still as soft as you remember, his grip isn't even that tight around your wrist. Just enough to tug you to where he wanted to bring you without hurting you.

The two of you stand right outside the door leading to the back of the classroom. He turns around, smug expression completely gone and replaced by confusion.

"You never told me you went to UA." He says, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he leans his side on the wall. You cross your arms on your chest, leaning to the side as you rest most of your weight on one leg. "You never asked." The two of you look at each other in silence for a few moments, your heart going haywire in your chest as he keeps his eyes on you. Such eyes that could keep you in a cage of trance forever.

Bakugou opens his mouth but before he could get a word out, a tired voice cuts him off. "Get inside the classroom." He tired-looking man with unkept hair and peach fuzz tells you both. Was he the school janitor? Nevertheless, the both of you walked back inside the classroom, Bakugou's eyes silently telling you that the two of you were going to finish the conversation later.

You sat down on your seat, eyes following the same tired-looking man as he stood in front of the class. "My name is Shota Aizawa. I'll be your homeroom teacher from now on."

He hands all of you your PE uniforms, telling you all to quickly change into them. You follow the girls to the changing rooms and you hang your PE uniform on your locker, already unbuttoning your uniform but you stop yourself.

I can't show them that.

A girl with long black hair, similar to yours, looks at you from the side, her expression questioning. "I don't think Aizawa sensei is okay with late students. You should quickly change."

You wrap your hands around yourself, cringing at the thought of other eyes on your body. The girl's expression changes into a softer one and she smiles, "Don't worry, nobody here will judge. All bodies are beautiful the way they are."

Exactly, yeah. If these girls were going to be your second family until you graduate highschool, you shouldn't be afraid. You can trust them, right?

Slowly, with slightly trembling hands, you begin unbuttoning your uniform. Taking a deep breath in, you slip your long sleeve down your body, showcasing the many scars that littered all over your back.

You can feel the atmosphere change into a silent, much colder one and your thoughts begin to race. Was it wrong for you to show them this? You've only been together for a few hours, how could you show such a vulnerable side of yourself?

Your eyes squeeze shut, ready for the comments and snickers but instead you hear a squeal. "We have the same bra!" A pink girl squeals, pointing at her pink lacy bra. A smile creeps onto your face as the girl extends her hand towards you, "I'm Mina Ashido. Nice to meet you, twinnie!" She perks and as soon as you take her hand, she shakes it softly before pulling away.

You quickly dress up into your PE uniform, pulling your hair up into a ponytail. "Woah, L/n! The white streaks on your hair look so cool! Where did you get them done?" Mina asks, completely taken by your hair, her eyes sparkling as you flushed at her compliment. No one has ever complimented your hair so genuinely like that before, makes you feel kind of proud having it.

"It's actually natural. My dad has black hair and my mom has white." The girls begin to ooooh and soon after, you all have reached the fields. Aizawa stands beside a white square with a device in his hand, patiently waiting with lazy eyes on his students.

"You should put your hair up like that more. I think the white streaks are cool." Bakugou tells you, his eyes and face forward as he listens to Aizawa talking.

You wouldn't tell him, but his words had your stomach feeling weird things and you feel your face slowly heat up. You swallow whatever you were feeling and face forward.

"Don't tell me what to do, rubies."

You had to buy more ponytails.

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STUPID CUPID | 01

↳ series m.list | 00 | 01 | ongoing

→ pairing: jimin x reader

→ word count: 3,309

Prologue Summary; You and Jimin have been neighbors since you were four years old and hated each other ever since. It isn't until the two of you head off to college that fate, or rather, a certain baby with wings, decides its time to teach the two of you a lesson.

→ warnings/genre: bodyswap au, enemies to lovers, slight smut, eventual smut, slow burn

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It's not always in the dead of the night, or the middle of a downpour, that the people we love decide to leave us.

A splash of yellow paints across the canvas of a blue sky, wings fluttering against a cool breeze. Curious little things - butterflies that is - the way they flutter about and land on anything colored brightly, your windowsill for example.

The people we love often leave during ordinary days, just like this one.

Holding your breath you inch the tip of your index finger towards it. Of course, you know butterflies aren't meant to be touched. Though, what four year old is going to pass up something as pretty as this? As you itch closer it startles, but not from you. An abrupt slam of a door shakes your walls and you turn a cheek to the retreating insect. You stare at your bedroom door. Pushing yourself off the windowsill, you make your way over, feet brushing against the carpet floor, and out the door.

"How could you!" Another slam ricochets through the house and you flinch back, nearly retreating to your room, "How dare you!"

After that moment in life, you were no longer the type of person to let serendipity rule you - so, it's only natural that you ignore it when it falls into your lap - turn and walk away as if it'd never been there, to begin with.

A week before the Switch

It hadn't been long since the sun peeked out from the horizon, but the warm body next to you is what stirs you awake, limbs stretching and contorting. Going against your better judgment you let a heavy lid peek open, only to snap it shut again.

"I saw that." An arm snakes around your shoulder and pulls you into a toned chest, his sun-kissed skin warm against yours.

"Then you should apologize for waking me up." You try wiggling out of his hold, but he follows you, nose nudging the crook of your neck while his slender fingers press into your hip bone.

"Stay."

You sit up, "Let go," Pushing the blankets from your sweaty skin you realize you wouldn't be getting any more sleep with him beside you - the literal sun himself.

His sleepy gaze follows you as you move towards your dresser drawers, "Come back. I'm sorry for waking you."

It takes only one glance to determine his motives, almond-shaped eyes flickering up and down your bare skin. He lays on his side, an elbow propping up his head, fingers combing through dark messy hair. You can't help but let your gaze wander down over the thin cotton sheets draped across his lower half. A smile ticks up the edge of your lips. More often than not, this guy has a way of forcing you to convey urges you push down. It's one of his many endearing qualities that annoy the living hell out of you.

"Come here."

Rolling your eyes you push your drawer shut again and make your way back to the bed. As soon as you slide back into his reach his hands are on you, tugging you to his lap as he rolls over. He looks up at you - eyes lowering to your exposed chest then waist, where his hands begin to wander up. When he reaches the swell of your breasts his fingertips graze along the supple skin, eliciting a sharp intake of air from you, "Say it."

Your eyes flutter open, annoyance coming full force, "That's a little cliché, don't you th-" His thumb and forefingers clamp down on your nipples and a submissive whine falls from your lips.

"I said, " He hisses, lips pressing against your sternum, "say it."

You let out a sigh, "Hoseok, "

A satisfied smile lights up his face and he releases you, letting his hands fall to your thighs, "Good girl,"

You snort, trying to distract from your flushed cheeks, "What are you getting at?" You nudge the fingers that caress you, "Don't tell me you want more this early in the-"

"I do," He leans in, speaking between slow and teasing kisses that he places along your neck, "but," He sighs, "I do need to ask you something first."

"Ask me what?" You pull away.

"Ah, " He groans, "won't you let me soften you up first?" Hoseok has always been like this, avoidant of serious topics and more than active during the sexual or unimportant ones.

"No."

His eyes shift away from yours, finding your pastel sheets more interesting, "I don't want to ruin this."

"Oh, yeah?" You begin to pull away from him again, only his grip on you tightens.

"Alright," He hums, snaking his arms around your waist, "will you be mine then?"

You freeze against him, staring with wide, unmoving eyes, "Excuse me?"

"I know, but I care about you. I even-"

"No." You shove his arms off to crawl out of the bed.

"You don't have to say it back. We can just-"

"No, we can't just. We had a deal. You were supposed to tell me if you ever developed feelings. I'm not the slightest bit interested in a relationship, or you for that matter."

He rolls his eyes as you put your clothes on, "I've always had feelings for you. I only said I didn't so I'd have a chance."

You freeze, turning to look back at him as he sits up, "Seriously?"

"I'm in love with you ____." He smiles as if he's just said the simplest thing in the world. Like it's easy for him to just give away everything he is to someone else - someone like you no less. A person who couldn't give a rat's ass for his so-called feelings.

You let out a dry laugh and turn towards the bathroom, "Love, huh?"

"Give me a chance to prove it and I'll have you falling for me in a week."

"I have no interest in love, Hoseok."

Hoseok clicks his tongue, "So cold, you won't even budge an inch?"

"What is it with men and not knowing what the word no means?" You pick up your toothbrush only to feel hands smooth over your hips and enclose you in a pair of strong arms. Where your skin meets him, a flame blooms, though you choose to ignore it to instead squeeze toothpaste onto your brush.

"Say you'll think about it."

You turn around to face him, your chest touching his, "If I say that, will you get out?"

He nods with satisfaction.

You place your toothbrush in your mouth and push him away from you, "I'll think about it."

"Good, " He smiles, "I'll be going overseas to visit my sister this weekend. By the time I get back, you'll have decided. Right?"

"Sure," You feign interest and begin brushing your teeth.

"'Think about it', as if." You scoff, "I've told him a thousand times over that I'm not interested. After this, we're done. I've already blocked him."

"I mean, I can't blame the guy. You've been going at it for over a year now."

"Jin," You grab the finger his pointing at you accusingly, "he knows next to nothing about me."

He hums, taking his hand back, and passing you a paper bag that's filled with your favorite breakfast pastry, "I just saying, maybe you should give him an actual chance this time."

"Why?" You raise an eyebrow as you take the bag from him, "So he can prove me right?"

"You haven't been in a real relationship since high school. You can't act like you know what it's gonna be like."

"How much different can relationships be now? They're nothing but trouble. I fail to see how that can change just because I'm older." You furrow your brow while picking at your food.

"Relationships aren't trouble, they're work. You're just too lazy and cold hearted to see that."

You groan and take a drink from your coffee, "Whatever, as if you'd understand. You fall in love with everything with a pulse."

He nods at you, unashamed, "Love is the seasoning of life - to live without it is to be dead."

"You're so melodramatic."

"Alright, change of subject. I've been hearing whispers from people." Jin smiles brightly at you.

"Oh? And what's that? More gossip?"

"Gossip?" He scoffs, "I'll have you know that this is top-quality news I'm gathering day to day and I ought to be running an article for this school."

"Tch, " You take a bite out of your breakfast, willing yourself to ignore your elder.

"Anyway," He huffs dramatically, "as I was saying, this Valentine's Day there's going to be a big party at the Jjang house-"

"There's always a big party at Jjang."

He narrows his eyes at you, "If you'd let me finish I was going to say, they're making it so that everyone who shows up has to wear red and a mask, or you're not allowed in."

You swallow your food and cough, nearly choking, "Huh?"

"Yup, they finally got sick of all the hate the art department dishes out on them."

"Can you blame us?" The booth cushion dips beside you and you turn to see another one of your friends now leaning over you to steal a piece of your breakfast, "My grandmother could throw a better party than those guys and she's dead."

Jin chokes on his drink, "Jungkook! Your poor grandmother!"

You snort, "Hey, Kookie."

Jungkook gives you a goofy smile as he chews before turning back to Jin, "My grandma is alive and well, Hyung. It's only a metaphor."

"A metaphor?" Jin sputters, "Do you even know what a metaphor is?"

Jungkook shrugs and smiles when you pass him a bag of donut-holes, "Not exactly."

"I think what he said can be implied as a metaphor."

Jin's eyes cut over to you, "Yeah, well, you're as much of an idiot as he is, if not more so." A sack of donuts slaps against your chest and you catch it before it falls into your lap, "You two need to go before you're late to that practice again."

"Alright, but before that how'd it go with that girl Yuna?"

Jin's eyes snap back in your direction as he sucks in a sharp breath of air, only to choke on the egg sandwich he'd been chewing. Coughing profusely, he lets out a croak, "What the hell?"

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, watching as your friend wipes the egg off his face, which is more than you can say for Jungkook. He's cackling so hard that people in the cafe are starting to turn their heads.

"Honestly, I bought you both breakfast and now you're harassing me in public," Jin grumbles under his breath.

After a bit more "harassment" you and Jungkook leave Jin to head to your practice. As strange as it is for an art major you've had an obsession with sports since you could remember. So, you joined one of the few sports teams available at your university your freshman year. You also convinced Jungkook to join alongside you. Convincing him wasn't that difficult either, seeing as both of you are extremely competitive. All it took was a bit of taunting.

"Early as always you two." A hand pats your shoulder and you laugh nervously.

"Sorry, Irene."

"Whatever," She drops her sarcastic tone, replacing it with a cheerful laugh, "just hurry up and get changed. I swear you do on purpose."

You turn to look at her,"Do what?"

She glances at Jungkook, who's already left you behind to get changed, "Oh, nothing." She pats your shoulder again with what you might call a forced smile, "I wouldn't want things to be awkward."

You raise a brow as Irene leaves you be to start warm-ups, "Okay?"

Irene is the team captain and a good friend of yours. It's hard not to be her friend when she's so easy to get along with, although you've shared a few weird moments with her that suggests something to do with Jungkook. You've suspected for a while now that she may have a crush on your best friend, but being unsure you refuse to help her or get involved in any way. Jungkook hates when you meddle with his love life, which you learned from experience when you tried to set him up with a girl in your anatomy class. Long story short, Kookie was forced to turn that girl down and was upset with you for a week about it. Ever since you've refused to help any of the girls that have approached you to get to him.

Once in the dressing room, you quickly change clothes and lace up your shoes after tying your hair up.

Love just isn't something you should involve yourself with. Whether it's for yourself or your friends. Who knows, maybe bad luck with love runs in the family.

You leave the dressing room and approach where Jungkook waits for you on the court, "Warm ups?"

"Yeah," He nods, "Irene wants us to catch up with the others. So, she's probably going to give us more to do once everyone is finished. Let's get this done as fast as possible."

"Alright, full speed ahead." You playfully bounce on your toes a few times before making your way to the other side of the net across from Jungkook as he tosses the volleyball from hand to hand, "Show me what you got, virgin."

He laughs, "I think you have the wrong idea about me."

"Then you shouldn't have a problem proving it, right?"

"Just ask your sister."

"I don't have a-"

"Wait nine months."

"Huh?"

With that Jungkook tosses the ball up and jumps for it, landing a harsh slap on it that sends it hurtling through the air toward you - only, you're caught off guard when someone suddenly shouts at you and your head whips around. The ball slams into your chest, knocking the wind out of you with a dramatic 'oof'. And stood there, at the entrance of the gym, is a group of dance majors that you can't stop yourself from scowling at. Especially, when you notice him silently avoiding your eyes at the center of the group.

The one on his left laughs, having seen you land firmly on your ass, "Did you both see that?"

"Glad we came in late today. We could've missed it, right, Jimin?" The other nudges him.

He hums in response but doesn't look in your direction, just continues toward the dance studio.

Sixteen Years Before the Switch

"She's pretty isn't she, Jimin?"

The boy shifts his gaze before hiding behind his mother's leg.

"Why don't you go play? I'll be right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"Can I?"

She nods with an encouraging smile, "She won't bite."

Jimin was only five at the time, you four and typically, when two children are neighbors they become friends, sometimes best friends for that matter, but that just wasn't the case with you and Jimin.

"Hi, I'm Jimin. Me, my mommy, and daddy live next door."

You didn't respond, just continued playing with your blue toy truck, quietly ignoring the boy next to you.

"I like the color of your truck."

You glanced over your shoulder at him, only to quickly look away again when you met his eyes. His presence was making you nervous, you only wanted him to go away. But, he didn't take your rushed gaze as a sign to give up and go away, if anything it only made him think to try harder and that's when he reached for your hand, "Let be friends-"

"Leave me alone!"

Sure, you didn't necessarily bite him, as his mother had suggested, but you sure as hell pushed him away and ran. Admittedly, it wasn't Jimin's fault. Moving to Busan had been the beginning of the end for you. Your Mom hoped that maybe Jimin and you would hit it off. After so much change in your lives, she wanted at least you to be happy, even if she wasn't. Though, the similar interest in sports and sweets made no difference. The bickering never ended between Jimin and you. Coaches were forced to put one of you on the bench, while the other played, or someone was getting hurt. If your families ever had dinner together, you fought over dessert.

"You'll only get hurt."

"Me being a girl makes no difference in my abilities to plow you into the ground, Jimin!" You throw the soccer ball at his face, landing a satisfying thwack.

You think Jimin grew to hate you for it. Not that it mattered at the time, since you disliked him first.

"But that's the last piece, Momma."

"Jimin is our guest ____. Don't be rude."

"But-"

"No buts."

You glared at Jimin across the table, wishing your legs were long enough to kick him from where you sat.

The older you got, the worse it became.

"What did you say?"

Your teammate scowls back at you, "I said, you're a girl and outta act like one."

"And who are you to say what a girl outta act like?" You shove him into the lockers just behind him and he yelps in surprise.

"Hey,"

You pause, head-turning to the left where the entrance to the hallway is.

"Don't you think you're being a bit reckless?"

Stepping back from your teammate, you sigh, "Great, just what I need."

Jimin has always been the popular type, loved by everyone for acting like someone he isn't. That's probably what annoyed you the most about him when you got older, he was never himself. He always lied about what he thought or how he felt to please others while acting completely different when no one else was around.

"Leave him alone and go to class, ____."

"Or what?" You laugh dryly, "You're talking as if I'm bullying this guy when he's the one who-"

"Didn't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

Your glare sharpens, "Oh, I heard you, Park."

Long story short, that was the first time you'd ever been suspended. Your mother was pissed, to say the least, and you quit the soccer team that year.

A week before the Switch

Jimin eyes you from the entrance of the gym, expressionless as his friends cut up on either side of him. You can't help the scowl that contorts your face, nor the tension that builds up in your shoulders. It's been a few months since you've seen him on campus and you'd almost forgotten about him, until now.

"You alright?"

You take Jungkook's hand and stand back up, "Fine." You dust off your bottom with a sigh. Another thing, none of your friends know about Jimin. Seeing as he is someone you wish you never knew, it makes sense that you avoid even the subject of him like the pledge.

"Let's start over, you hit this time." Jungkook passes you the ball then turns to head back under the net.

With a solid nod, you force yourself to relax, putting all your tension into your fingertips that now grip the ball.

Jimin just so happens to also have a love for the arts, which has lead to the two of you attending the same university - him being a dance major and you, art. Luckily, you rarely see each other since dance majors normally reside on the opposite side of campus. On the off chance, you do see him it's always because of volleyball practice or one of his friends, who just so happens to be an art major.

"____, earth to ____?"

"Sorry," You toss the ball up and slam your hand against it, sending it through the air and over the net.

"Nice," Jungkook bumps the ball back to you. You run for it, the feeling of eyes following you.

You have a sinking feeling that something super annoying is in the works.

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Last Christmas

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: Language some smut and loads of angst

A/N: This took me two days to write. 🤣 Once again @robertsheehanownsmyass helped in so many ways and I continue to love her for it! This time @elliethesuperfruitlover was my sounding board too ☺️

Tag list: @joz-stankovich @bisexualnathanyoung @frogs--are--bitches @magic-multicolored-miracle @nightmonsters

Chapter 4: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

“Of all the places to eat in Sin City, you chose fucking Taco Bell,” disdain. “Don't you have those in The UK?”

“Not with a bloody margarita bar inside,” Nathan held up a giant plastic cup full of strawberry watermelon tequila and syrup. Violet lived for every time he spoke a word with the “AR” sound.

“IT'S A T’GO MARGARITA! I can just go anywhere I want and leave with booze. Fucking beauty if you treat her right,” Nathan’s eyes sparkled. “And there's no problem that can't be solved with a bit o’ t’go booze.” He shoved an entire soft taco in his mouth that smiled from ear to ear.

“Are you gonna have better manners tomorrow at my sister’s place?” Violet looked at Nathan unexpectedly hearing her own mother’s voice escape from inside and she frowned.

She had avoided bringing up anything of her own that was personal. These feelings for Nathan that were suffocating her could be held at bay for 36 more hours. He prodded her for information a few times since they woke up. She dodged every one, even going so far as to offer him head in exchange.

(Still only Christmas eve. The snow had stopped inside as Nathan drifted deep in slumber. Violet grateful because how could they explain a woman freezing to death while he was alive?)

Nathan nodded with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I'll be mature and polite!” His smile resembled Bruce in Finding Nemo. “If you tell me what I'm walking into?” There it was.

“None of your business,” Violet plopped a piece of sushi in her mouth.

Nathan sneered, “Bet that tastes like bad snatch. If we're playing happy families, I'm gonna need to know some details!!”

“You're just a guy who got stuck with me until the 26th. I'm not telling them you're my boyfriend or anything.”

“Oh TWICE you're gonna just jab a knife in my heart, huh?”

Violet couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or a tease. She inhaled deeply and brushed her fingertip down Nathan’s cheek. “Fine. It's a bit more complicated than that, but it doesn't change anything about what happens after tomorrow.”

“I like complicated situations. It's my middle name!”

“Oh really?”

“No. it's Michael but, wouldn't you love to meet a guy named Nathan Complicated Young?”

“I didn't even plan on meeting Nathan MICHAEL Young,” it came out a whisper.

They stared at one another in silence for a few minutes over tacos and sushi and margaritas and wine. An alarm jolted Violet to reality indicating it was time for her show to come on.

“Hold those thoughts”

“In my wank bank, darling”

Violet ignored Nathan and turned on her tv “You're gonna want to see this guy. I swear you could be twins.”

A few hours later the pair laid up on the pillows. Tears glittered Violet's eyes that she tried to wipe away surreptitiously with her knuckle.

“My mom watches this garbage show because,” Nathan mimicked a high whine, “NAY-TAN HE LOOKS LIKE YOOO. Alright Ma, and you look like Catelyn Stark.”

“But he kinda does.”

“C’mon what's with that twat’s hair?!

Violet sat up and tugged Nathan on the top of the head, “What's with YOUR hair.”

“IT’S NOT EVEN MY HAIR!” he dramatically waved his hand around. In a blink of an eye his hair became longer, darker and curlier. The description would be a mess. “TA DA!”

Violet hid her shock as her heart raced in her ears. “That's a fucking bird’s nest,” she recovered but not before combing her fingers through the curls.

“Why must your compliments always be so damn backhanded, woman?!” he swatted her hand away.

Violet laid down alongside Nathan with one arm tucked against her body. She stretched her free one across his bare chest, face concealed in the crook of his arm. There was a small contented sigh as he engulfed her in his arms. A kiss planted on her forehead before he inhaled deeply.

Blissful silence for a few minutes.

“I don't even BELIEVE Darren’s dead.”

“She shot him FOUR TIMES!” Nathan was incredulous as he stretched a hand palm up towards the tv. “IN THE FUCKING HEAD!!”

Violet lifted herself so she could look Nathan right in the eye. “Well he ALSO came back from the dead!” She struggled to maintain sincerity. “He got shot a bunch of times then too. So for like, two years he only had one lung.”

Nathan’s eyebrows knit together in utter confusion. “ONE LUNG?!”

“Plenty of people supposedly live without lungs. It's the back of his head missing that might cause problems.”

There was an exaggerated groan as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, “Worst Dublin accent too.”

“Why ye from there?” Violet mocked.

“Jaysus, no! We didn't even really have a steady home even when I wasn't homeless. Not until I was too much of a selfish prick t’appreciate it.”

“Wow, death really makes you self actualize.”

“Only until my dick wakes up.”

Before Violet could blink, Nathan flipped her so he could pin her to the bed. She swerved with ease each time Nathan bent to kiss her lips. Her cheeks. She slept with him once already; wouldn't give in again. Well, maybe a little as he landed finally on her neck. A bolt of pleasure shot through her entire body. That familiar ache between her legs as a small moan escaped her.

“Did ye shag me because ye fancy him then?” Nathan’s voice low in Violet's ear.

“That's for me to know, and you to figure out ten years from now in the shower.” Her hands entangled in the waves of dark curls to guide his lips up to her own.

Their tongues danced for what felt like ages. Violet gobsmacked by how subdued Nathan was being. A hand between her ass and the bed to lift her pelvis up towards his burgeoning erection. Another moan, this one into his mouth.

Nathan wriggled to free himself from his boxers as Violet took his tongue entirely in her mouth. The head of his cock labored against her panties, desperate to get inside. He almost settled for the wetness it created and a few times in response.

“Fuck,” he growled pumping his hips. “I t’ink sexy Irishmen who commit felonies get you off.”

Violet raked her nails along Nathan's shoulder blades. Dug them in when her body started to twitch and her sex throbbed from the intensity of being fucked with her underwear on. Nathan's cock hit her clit just right through the lingerie.

Violet's legs started to writhe as the heat in her core began to build. Nathan’s breathing heavy while hers came out in short bursts through mewls of pleasure. The rhythmic way he undulated his hips took on a swift pace. Instinct must have finally kicked in. Like he knew Violet was about to cum.

Except everything came to a sudden halt. Nathan rolled off Violet and replaced his body with two fingers in the same spot. He started to rapidly press them to the wet spot in the fabric like someone desperate to close an elevator door.

Violet gripped his forearm, but again an abrupt end as she felt herself cum.

“Tell me anything about you,” Nathan chose to interrogate her now.

“My-My parents died when I was a teenager. three of us were raised by our grandfather.”

Nathan rewarded Violet by slipping his fingers inside of her. They remained still. “You've got sisters? I had a brother, but some Ice Queen bitch blew him up. What are their names?”

“Rose.. Fern.. Iris and Lily.”

Another reward. Nathan’s fingers began to work her clit in slow circles counterclockwise. “Oh a garden of sexy sisters. They inta Irishman too?” He stopped.

“It's because we're from the Garden District in New Orleans,” Violet's words came out in short bursts. “They're.. two are married. Not Lily, she's younger than you are. Seventeen. Fern is a lesbian.”

“One in every family,” he said it so casually. As casually as the fingers that pumped in and out a bit too easily with how slick she was. Deep inside where they hooked just a bit and pulled back.

“Na- Nathan are you-” Violet started to squirm under his motions. Between the horribly slow circles just his fingertip made on her clit before delving inside and back. “Are you trying to find my G-spot?”

Nathan ignored her as he bit his lower lip in concentration. “Maybe. Sometimes I play stupid with a bird if I t’ink she may do the work for me. Show me around a bit.”

Violet ignored that she may have been hustled a bit in the sack. Maybe his eagerness and pride was what really caused him to be all messy about it.

Still his hand worked faster. She coiled right at the beginning of the explosion, again. Then nothing. This was too much power for someone so fucking arrogant.

“I'm asking the questions, love,” he muttered. “Tell us about your granddad.”

Violet closed her eyes, “He was a Civil Rights lawyer. My grandmother was a society woman. Charity balls all that shit.”

“Oh yer a posh bitch. Slumming it wit us street trash,” Nathan picked up again. His fingers a bit too aggressive. “Is that how you work for free but still can live in a flat like this?” his mouth rough in her neck. He bit with the ends of his teeth and sucked somewhat. “While us arseholes are figuring out how t’work the system so we can survive.”

“Nathan! It's not like that. I left a very well-paying job at a firm to help people like you that deserve a fair shake. That DA? Tony? He was one of my partners. Yeah, I saved up and worked HARD for this “posh flat”. Not everyone takes the easy way by doing a little fucking magic and stealing from other people.

Violet had shoved his hand away and sat up on her knees. “I did my research, Nathan. You didn't exactly grow up rough. Your mom’s a teacher and your dad is a successful novelist? You're just one of those dick middle class white guys who gets bored and fucks off because he can.”

“YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE. My dad leaving us. Mom and I never had a place to live until he started paying her. All the guys she dated. I just wanted it to be us.”

“MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, NATHAN. THEY'RE DUST. Have you even checked your phone? Your dad has called you probably 300 times not including the 20 since the trial ended yesterday. You get to fix things with them.”

Nathan growled and crossed his arms, “Fuck off. I'm not a charity case for you t’fix. I do alright on my own.”

“In jail because you're reckless. You know what happened to me when I was twenty-two?”

“I had t’finger fuck you just to find out ye had sisters. How am I supposed t’know what happened to ye years ago?”

“I was a widow. I got married like a moron when I turned 19. He already had a kid. My grandfather cut me off because education is worth more than a man! It is. I busted my ass to do the rest. AND raise a kid and a drug addict. You know what he did in return?”

Violet was on a roll. Hot tears threatened to spill over her cheeks and stung her eyes. The dark anger in Nathan’s took her by surprise. They were always so congenial if not a bit sad.,

“He drove in to a fucking semi on the highway with our son in the car. So forgive me for not being sympathetic to you being so fucking STUPID you got caught robbing a casino with a seven sided dice. And TWICE you've been too conceited to let your dad bail you out. You are better than this, Nathan. I know it.”

“HAPPY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!” Nathan shouted before throwing himself out of the bed. “I need a proper shower. Is that ok?!”

Violet looked at the clock. 2am. She waved him off, “I don't give a shit.”

She wished she could look back on that moment and say she didn't follow Nathan into the bathroom. That she never joined him in the shower. Or let him fuck her in silence and frustration and fury. That he never used his power to morph himself in a handful of ways, mocking Violet at every chance as their bodies pounded together until she came harder than ever. And most definitely did not fuck a third time after having slept angrily with their backs to each other.

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Nathan collapsed beside Violet still on all fours. Her arms waivered as adrenaline and serotonin drained from her body, and collected herself. How guilty she felt that his petulance made her wanton. The ring of the doorbell jarred them both back to reality.

“Oh don't get up. I'll answer it.” Violet threw the nearest shirt on and made her way to the foyer.

Nathan, in his boxers hurried behind her. “I'm a fucking guest. Ye expect me t’answer it?”

“You know a posh bitch like me doesnt answer doors on her own. My fucking maid’s off for the holidays.”

Violet opened the door to a short and cute dark haired girl with barely a toddler on her hip. He reached out for Nathan babbling “Dada Dada Dada” on repeat.

“Marnie?!” He was gobsmacked as the baby wiggled from his mother’s grasp into Nathan’s waiting arms.

A stunned Violet made a poor attempt at stretching the tee shirt she wore into a dress. It was fruitless as it was one of Nathan’s from his duffle. Her hands began to shake as a warmth crawled across her cheeks and nausea set in.

What the fuck is she doing here still? was what Violet said in her mind. “Well um come in,” is what she said with her mouth.

Nathan absently bounced the little boy in his arms as they walked into the living room, “How are ye here? Wit’him?”

Marnie was gawking at the apartment. “Hey this is a right posh gaff you've got. Why couldn't me n’ Nathan junior bunk up here again?”

Violet blanched.

“Oh our passports disappeared. Figured you might ‘ave been done in momentarily,” the young mother turned on the other two and stared from to the other. “Ah you shaggin’ the barrister?!”

“I said when we met t’is would happen, sweetheart. C’mon you know t’ere’s an understanding before we signed the license.”

Now Violet’s head swam, “Are you married? Married. Nathan are you and Marnie..”

“Just a little,” Marnie crossed her arms. “Nathan says if we got hitched your court couldn't make us rat on each other.”

The lawyer had to admit that was pretty genius, something she wished she knew a few weeks ago when she took this case instead of..

“What do you mean a little?”

“No one got a chance to agree. So it's just our signatures. We thought ‘is lawyer might sign ‘em after ‘e got arrested. That's not what you did is it?” She didn't look angry to Violet, merely a little sad.

“Vi you said she left Las Vegas,” Nathan’s tone was one of disbelief. He let the toddler down only because Violet knew he couldn't function without wildly gesticulating as he spoke.

“You left Vegas..” Violet was just too stunned.

“You told me to leave! Said I’d interfere with ‘is trial! Did you tell ‘im about the ASBOs?”

“The shit-heads?” Nathan asked. “What about them? Why would Violet know anything about my friends or talk to you?”

“Because Simon found her to be your lawyer.”

“Barry? He didn't even answer the phone when I called.”

“Well ‘e called me. But so much shit why down it all went barkin’. Some bloke can bring dead people back. That Virtue bitch you told me about killed Alisha because she couldn't kill you.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open, “But she didn't have anything t’do with that. I'm the one who pushed her off the roof. I just.. WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!”

Violet went to speak but Marnie cut her off at the pass, “Simon told me to go see Miss Duval because I know how your magic works. But she told me I’d interfere with the trial.”

“How the hell would ye do that?”

Nathan’s nostrils flared like a horse. His green eyes darkened as he waited expectantly in Violet's direction.

“If she showed up with the chip that's evidence! The cops and Tony would know you stole from the casino. And the rest of them are criminals. Theyre fucking criminals and if they knew you ready had a record that could be used against you. ”

“I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING! I FUCKING CONJURED IT!!”

“I KNOW, BUT HOW DO I EXPLAIN THAT TO NORMAL HUMANS?!”

“BY MAKING ME PERFORM LIKE A FUCKING CIRCUS MONKEY?!”

“YES!! BECAUSE YOUR HEAD IS TOO FAR UP YOUR ASS TO REALIZE WHAT YOU WERE UP AGAINST. AND NEITHER OF YOU IS SMART ENOUGH FOR ANY OTHER STRATEGY! SHE WOULD INCRIMINATE YOU!”

Nathan’s eyebrows creased, there was a quiet fury in his voice, “Then why the FUCK did ye tell Marnie to leave? Ye made me think everyone left me t’rot in jail. I didn't even get to say goodbye t’Alisha or Simon.

“If the District Attorney’s office found Marnie, she wouldn't know enough to plead the fifth. And you, you got arrested for STEALING FUCKING CANDY AND YOUR RESPONSE TO BEING ARRESTED TO TO CAUSE A FUCKING DISASTER FOR YOURSELF INSTEAD OF JUST SHUTTING UP. BECAUSE YOU'RE A PETULANT MAN-CHILD. THERE'S NO WAY WE COULD'VE WON WITH THE LOT OF YOU TOGETHER. You’re too fucking stupid to lie.”

Violet regretted them the moment the words fell out of her mouth. The baby started to cry and Marnie picked him up. She didn't look upset or angry with Violet. Disappointed.

“I didn't mean that, Nathan,” she reached for him but he yanked himself away out of her reach.

Nathan just looked at Violet. Those eyes, ever-changing in color were no longer furious or frustrated. Just full of sadness that tore her apart.

"You’re a treacherous bitch.”

Violet’s chest tightened as Nathan turned his back on her to throw clothes on. Her eyes stung while a blackness clouded her vision. As if she would faint. Yet when he returned, she had recovered before the tears could threaten her further.

“Good luck with this one, then. I've come to realize he'll never love anyone as much as he loves himself.”

Nathan maintained a deafening silence as he and Marnie made to leave, the baby back in his arms. That knife twisting in Violet's chest, an imaginary one to rival the way she had stabbed Nathan. How ignorant Violet had been to think this would ever work out.

“I'm not the one whose partner killed themself to get away from.” And then they were gone.

His heart yesterday for hers today.

#robert sheehan #nathan young #nathan x violet #robert sheehan character fics

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lezliefaithwade · 3 years

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A Breath of Fresh Air

The summer after my first year of theatre school, I was sleeping on the living room floor of my cousin's apartment in Toronto, trying to figure out what to do with my life. My cousin had been an actor before he became a quadriplegic in a car accident, and as I unadvisedly bemoaned my unemployment status, he said something like, "Seriously? You're complaining about your life? Don't make me burst a colostomy bag." He was right, of course. I wasn't in a wheelchair, though I did have a stepmother who had rendered me homeless because of her dislike for me. She was always saying things like, "Your hair can't be as ugly as that hat you're wearing." Or simply refusing to invite me to things like Christmas dinner. I always admired people with families. My boyfriend at the time was one of five kids who were always doing things together. Their house was always full of noise and activities. Even as a shiksa, I felt more at home there than with my stepbrothers and sisters, who never lost an opportunity to point out that I was weird. I wanted to stand up to them, but not wanting to cause my father any grief, I held my tongue and sought refuge elsewhere. It occurred to me that perhaps I was using the theatre as an opportunity to say things through characters that I couldn't find the courage to express myself.

The Toronto Star was still open on the kitchen table, and I rummage through the Want Ads, that dirty part of the newspaper near the back where complete strangers will soon become complete assholes in your life by forcing you to work menial jobs in humiliating uniforms for minimum wage.

"Find anything?" my cousin called from the bedroom, where two attendants helped wash and dress him.

"Social services are advertising for camp councilors to work with emotionally challenged kids."

"Oh yeah," He said. "That might suit you."

I'm not sure I knew what he meant but, I was beginning to think I'd outgrown my welcome. My cousin probably would have encouraged me to join the circus if the option had been available. Knowing my living room days were numbered, I thought it best to make an effort and apply.

I had no experience teaching drama—no experience working with kids and no experience going to or working at a camp. Despite all that, I was hired. It's worth noting that it's probably not a good sign if you get a job with no qualifications whatsoever.

My official position was Drama Councillor, and I prided myself that with only a year and half of theatre training behind me, I was well equipped to help others benefit from the wealth of my experience. I imagined myself, Maria Von Trapp, teaching children how to sing while they looked at me adoringly. Somehow, I conveniently blocked out the rebellious early stages she experienced and skipped straight to the good parts. Also, I might add, forgetting about the Nazis and having to climb over a mountain. Still, visions of me biking around camp with a group of happy campers behind me filled me with a sense of self-satisfaction.

As I packed my knapsack with deet and a secret stash of Twinkies, I thought of how only three weeks earlier I'd been in New York walking through Central Park and savoring Cappuccinos at outdoor cafés on Columbus. Now, here I was, ready for something different. The wilderness, I imagined, would be a welcome change—fresh air and loons instead of smog and sirens. I thought smugly about my classmates sweating behind visors at take-out windows shoveling fries into cardboard cups or wrapping sandwiches in tinfoil. Thumbs up to adventure, I told myself. The fact that I'd never once in my life enjoyed the great outdoors didn't factor into my mind. All of this changed with each accumulated minute of the 391 Kilometer drive north.

It was late afternoon when I arrived at the compound. Overcast, sullen, it was a place so secluded you'd need flares to find it. It had that distinct aura of someplace time forgot. A place left behind and neglected. In the brochure, the sun was shining, flowers filled the meadow, and you could practically hear laughter floating off the page. What I was looking at bore more of a resemblance to a situation in a Stephen King novel where camp councilors discover a pack of hungry teenage zombies have lured them to a seemingly idyllic retreat. Situated right in the heart of black fly country, I spent most of my days swatting insects so big they seem Jurassic.

During our orientation, child care workers warned us that children with mental health needs tend to run away - a lot and to keep strict attendance records and all eyes on them at all times. "These kids are resourceful and clever," they cautioned. I couldn't imagine being so determined you'd risk your life by escaping through the woods that surrounded us, but then again, I'd never been around children who weren't allowed cutlery before either

I shared my cabin with three other women with who I had absolutely nothing in common. Delia, a humorless 27-year-old cooking instructor who answered every question with a monosyllabic grunt, Jennifer, a 26-year old tennis instructor with massive blond ringlets who talked so quickly she sounded like a record on high speed, and an older aboriginal woman named Sunny who made us all dream catchers and offered advice about how to heal ourselves on days when we'd feel spent. "Remember, these kids need us," she said while purifying our cabin with sage. As I glanced around my assigned bunk, taking in the spider webs and loose floorboards, I had that sinking feeling that comes when you know you've made a terrible mistake. Before long, I was eating copious amounts of peanut butter on stale bagels amid a never-ending supply of starch. I'm not sure who thought it was a good idea to feed children with challenges like anxiety, depression, hyperactivity, and eating disorders copious amounts of sugar and carbs. It certainly did nothing to help them or me.

On the first day of class, I sat everyone in a circle. "Welcome to drama class," I said with a smile. "Let's begin by sharing with everyone a little bit about ourselves. Anything at all you'd like us to know?" A hand went up.

"I'm Tracy, and I hate my stupid ass brother. He can go straight to hell."

"Okay," I said, "That's a start. Who's next?"

Another hand. "I'm Jonathan, and this place sucks so much I wish it would burn to the ground!"

"Fair enough. Anyone else?"

"I'm Jo. I'm schizophrenic. So sometimes I'm Rachel and Julia. You'll know the difference because Rachel has a British dialect, and Julia talks slang."

"O-kay." I glanced at the social workers who sat on the edge of the room and looked at me with an expression that basically said, "We can't wait to see what you do next."

"Let's write a play," I suggested. "Write anything you want. Once you're happy with the work, I'll shape it into a cohesive piece that we'll rehearse and then present at the end of the season talent showcase."

The kids liked this idea. The showcase was a big deal. It was an opportunity for them to blow off some steam and express themselves to friends and family in a creative way. My only stipulation was not to use profanity. As the weeks passed, I was impressed with how well they all threw themselves into this project—all except Eric, the oldest boy in my 12 to 15-year-olds. Eric often wandered around the rehearsal space, unfocused and sullen.

"Any ideas for your piece?" I ask, checking in to see if I could help.

"I'm thinking," he'd say and then pace.

With three weeks left in the summer, I took my well-deserved week off to decompress. My boyfriend came up from Toronto and drove me to his parent's house at Post and Bayview, where caterers were preparing the tennis courts for an outdoor party. I walked into his mother's living room, and she gasped. "What happened to you?"

I didn't blame her. I hadn't spent much time looking at a mirror the past four weeks, but one glance at the large one in their bathroom told the full story. My hair was ratty; I had scabs on my knees, bruises on my arms and legs, and I was sunburnt. I was wearing a vintage skirt and blouse that was probably more Value Village than vintage and a pair of worn, scuffed purple moccasins; in essence, I was wearing slippers on my feet.

"Please take her to the mall and at least buy her a pair of shoes," his mother said, handing me her credit card and then rushing off to make sure the stuffed alligator would float in the pool. That week I ate my way through rugelach, hamantaschen, brisket, and bagels while his family watched me with awe and disgust.

Back at camp, the smell of burning insect repellent greeted me along with the news that the sailing and tennis instructors were sacked for disorderly conduct. Never mind, I had renewed energy and a sense of purpose. There were costumes and props to make. Sound and lighting effects to create. And we needed to rehearse. It was only a tiny stage somewhere on a remote camp in Northern Ontario, but the excitement was palpable. I was excited. This would be the best talent show ever, and my kids were going to blow the socks off everyone there!!!

"Eric," I said, "How's your piece coming along?"

"I finished it," he mentioned casually

"That's great. Can I see it?"

"I want to surprise you. You're going to love it, though. I promise."

I patted myself on the back. Eric had a breakthrough. All my encouragement and patience had paid off. Perhaps I'd helped him have a developmental breakthrough.

"Can you tell me what it's about?" I asked.

"The Beatles."

"Great. Okay," and left it at that.

Talent Night arrived along with parents and family friends. The lights dimmed, the kids performed, and the audience enthusiastically applauded as each "Mighty Mite" or "Spirit of Paradise" breezed across the stage, acting out skits about fairies and monsters and assorted escapades. Finally, it was Eric's turn. Out he came, looking serious and theatrical. He cleared his throat and addressed the audience.

"This is called, The Beatles Last Recording Session. By, Me."

Three of his closest camp friends filed out and took a space on the stage. The audience was silent.

There was a dramatic pause, then the piece began.

"Fuck you, Ringo,"

"Fuck you, Paul."

"Fuck you, George."

"Well fuck you, John."

Then they bowed and left the stage.

Personally, I thought it was kind of brilliant. Needless to say, I wasn't showered with accolades about my teaching methods or the effect I had on kids. I left there having no catharsis about mental health except that giving people the opportunity to express themselves without censor is probably a lot healthier than insisting they stay quiet. I admired the honesty displayed in the kid's work. If only, I thought to myself, I could be half as brave. Wasn't that what I was spending time and money learning how to do?

A week after being home, I found myself packing, once more, for school in New York. Our term letters had arrived with instructions on where to buy character shoes, leotards, copies of The Children's Hour, and Death of a Salesman. The camp already felt like it was 391 kilometers away - soon to be 659. My father drove me to the train station with my stepmother beside him; she was there, no doubt, to ensure I boarded.

"You going to be okay?" my father asked, giving me a hug and slipping a $50 bill into my pocket.

"She'll be fine." Elsie chimed in. "You don't have to worry about her. Let's go."

But I wanted my father to worry about me. Not all the time and to the exclusion of all else, but certainly the appropriate fatherly amount.

As I settled myself on the train, I watched my stepmother pull from father from the platform to the car and thought of Eric's brilliant play. Under my breath, I whispered the immortal words of the Beatles, "Fuck you."

#stepmother #mental health #children #young people #summer camp

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iamdorka · 4 years

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Mad

Nobody asked for it, but I wrote it because it was a conversation topic between my friend @pixieontheave and me. Hope you will like it! 💋

Being mad at him:

- Sometimes (to be honest most of the time) he acts like a child, with which you don't usually have a problem because that's one of the reasons why you two are together, because you can act live him too but sometimes he just takes is further than usual.

- Like the time when he broke his new car and... he just laughed at it. He really believed that it was just a joke at he could laugh it off which he actually did... you on the other hand couldn't do such a thing.

- This time you really had enough. And the fact that you didn't know about the crash from him but Mod... it was just the cherry on the top.

- 'Chill out babe, everything is fine. We can get it fixed it no time.' he said it to you when you left him a short, but very powerful voicemail which said 'I'm going to kill you'.

- You didn't give shit about his car because yeah that was 'just another material thing' but this mentality what he was having just pissed the hell out of you.

- (Even if his car looked cool and hot as fuck especially with him in it but your heart had another favorite... Slim's bad baby boy. Even if you didn't have a license you knew you would steal it from him in the near future... probably with C but that's another thing.)

- He didn't really realise that you were mad at him until you later swinged by the studio because you were cooking already lunch for yourself on your day off so you thought it would be cool to give them some home cooked meal while they are working. To be honest for him the only meat you would bring him would be your fist in his face but you awkward smiled at him not really saying a word or doing anything else.

- 'You are leaving already?' he asked when after like a little bit more than 30 minutes you were already on your way leaving them here. 'Ohhh yeah... I just have a car to crash, I would love to being in an accident then just laugh about it because it's so damn funny' you grinned at him and without giving him a goodbye kiss you were out of that place.

- You are just as stubborn as him, and he would like never admit it but you knew you were even worse than him in that case. So being in this state with him was like a ticking time bomb waiting to be explode than destroy everything around it and around you. At least it was like this while he was not around but you knew when he would come to yours... you would open your mouth and that would be it. But to be honest you hoped that he would not come near you that day. You needed your distance.

- You ditched your phone for the day, the only thing from that thing which interested you was your spotify playlist which helped you being fueled while you were cleaning your apartment. When you are mad, you usually clean so it wasn't that much of a surprise that your place was as shiny clean to the time you were done with it as if it was just new.

- You didn't really think that he was coming to yours that day knowing about his stubbornness quite well so you were surprised when he showed up.

- 'You know I have keys too' he said when you didn't let him in and you just put your headphones on and with the maximum volumen listening to your favorite A Day To Remember songs you kept going. But you knew damn well that the chains won't let him in even if he tried his best.

- You were happy with your music on, it distracted you the best way possible. You put all of your attention into understanding the lyrics and the little dancing you did. Fuck it... it wasn't dancing at all, it was like a fish getting to to dry beach and fighting for its life but you called that your dance so that was it. Jumping around, letting every part of your body doing what they wanted.

- Probably that's why you didn't notice that your dumbass boyfriend was coming into your aparment...through your window. To get to your balcony was a challenge to begin with because there were no stairs and the only possibility to get there was from your neighbor's balcony which included some real dangerous climbing.

- You spinned because a new song started playing and that's when you noticed him, getting an intense heart attack because of him being a surprise there.

- There he was, smiling at you like he hadn't done anything bad, like everything he was doing was the most normal thing ever.

- 'I will call the police' you said while doing what you had started before not caring about that he was there with you.

- 'No... you won't' he replied than he was behind you and took your headphones off.

- 'But I will cut your hands off if you touch me again. You can believe me on that.' you threatened him not even looking at him.

- And there he was, not saying a word, just having that smirk on his face while looking at you. You didn't know what his tactics were (usually it involved make up sex because he knew you couldn't say no to him) but you couldn't care less so you did what you wanted: not giving your attention to him, like he wasn't even there.

- Calm before the storm. This is what is was. You just let building it inside of you while he was there... just existing. The universe just needed that spark to light you two on fire... and there it was that spark.

- You just reached a point where you couldn't hold yourself more. He had the chillest look on his face while scrolling through his phone sitting in your kitchen counter while you...while you were just there, like the calmest boiling water... from the outside. your inside was another thing.

- You thought it would be a good idea to make yourself a smoothie to help your nerves calm down but when you were almost done, he took it from you and that was the moment when you simple just broke. Not even thinking you just throw it at him. 'You want it? You get it. Enjoy your meal asshole.'

- And there it started, the fire. You didn't hold yourself back, you burned him to the ground because you had enough of his bullshit attitude. You said everything to him what was inside your head, your mind, your heart, your soul.

- He tried to argue with you and even if most of the times he had what it took to debate with you... now he didn't even have a chance. If looks could kill... he would be that dead already.

- 'Sweet talk won't be the answer. Your dick won't solve a thing this time'. your truest reaction for his intentions when he wanted to get closer to you, choosing his 'go to' strategy. He just couldn't wash that mischievous smile from his face. And that pissed you off even more. He danced on thin ice.

- 'I see you don't take me serious... so please... fuck off. You know where the door is. I can't keep arguing because when I say a word you don't seem to want to understand it, not a single word. I lost my interest in this fight.' as your final words left your lips you slowly walked to the door and this time you opened that for him.

- 'I can't take it serious because nothing big happened. Not a scratch on me. Nothing. It's just a car.' you just couldn't understand how he could keep saying this.

- 'But that car wasn't alone. YOU were in it. It's just hurts so much that you are thinking this way. I couldn't survive if something happened to you because your drunk, high as fuck ass sit behind the wheel without thinking. And from now on I don't even think I can sit in a car... And I wasn't even there with you. How can you not see that you mean the world to me asshole?'

- 'You are overreacting babe... really... I didn't want to hurt you... I never even would think about that.' he said, stopping his steps in front of you.

- 'I still wanna have you gone... ' you couldn't just let him win, not this time. You wanted to show him that his actions have consequences. Now it meant some time alone.

- 'Okay...' he agreed then leaned closer to you just to blow a kiss on your cheek. It was a small, sweet kiss. In your belly those butterflies wanted to fly... but you killed them. You had to.

- Even if it took you every strength in your body, you let him go. You had to have that day to think... without him.

- The thing you wasn't prepared for that when later that night you wanted to leave your apartment to bring the trash out your boyfriend was sitting, technically laying in front of your apartment in the corridor passed out, with his phone between his fingers.

- How could a grown ass man, who is bat shit crazy and irresponsible most of the time be this calm and cute when he sleeps? A whole ass different person was in front off you. It almost had you. He almost had you.

- You wanted to touch his face, just to feel his soft face on your fingertips but when you almost did that.... he opened his eyes.

- 'You still hate me?' - he asked with his raspy voice. That was your wakeup call just to get away from him. Far far away.

- 'You still an asshole?' you asked back.

- 'What are you doing?' he asked quietly and for a moment you thought he was a different person.

- 'Just bringing you some company... ' you pointed to the sack you were holding before and now it was beside him and with that you left him there with it.

- You knew you would solve it later... tomorrow but at that moment you just couldn't look at him.

- Being mad at him is always the hardest thing to do but sometimes you just couldn't escape from it... nor could he.

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In My Mind x 01

*Reuploading because I've edited these to flow a little bit better. Thank you for your patience!

In war, there are no winners.

Only losers.

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Images of dirt mixed with dark blood and mangled bodies flooded your mind.

The deafening sound of explosions and fear.

The chemical stench of human decay and gunfire.

The sweltering heat of the beating sun pounding on your skin, sticky from the sweat leaking from your pores.

All this death round you.

Three bodies..

Ten..

Twenty-five.. dead.

You knew not one of these muthafuckas and they didn’t know you, but you’d killed them all because you were told to. Why’d they have to die?

They were probably just like you, following orders. The world was fucked up. You felt.. numb. Then, pain.

Stabbing pain in your stomach over and over and over.

You bolt upright in your bed and when your eyes adjust to the darkness, your breath returns heavily. You touch your stomach and exhale. No pain. You’re still sweating bullets, but you’re safe in your bed.

What was that about? The dream is still vivid and fresh in your mind.

You look at the dark screen of your laptop. You’d been watching Brotherly Love with Keke Palmer, not some war picture...

The time on your phone reads 4:15 a.m. You are parched, so you get up to get some water. You want a couple more hours of sleep before you get up for work, and right now it feels like you've barely slept. That nightmare was straight stress. You settle back into bed and close your eyes.

After a few minutes laying on your side, you’re finally able to drift off again.

“Shoot him! You’re an object Stevens, a weapon! Useless outside of what WE tell you to do.”

There was a figure but the face was covered with a sack. Impossible to figure out who it was or if you knew them.

“Shoot him! Prove yourself! You’re with US or you’re one of THEM. Which is it, boy?”

The trigger slips and the body thuds to the floor, blood pooling. The sick, gnarled smile of a man you want to murder.

A jarring melody rings out and it doesn’t fit. You concentrate on the familiar tune and your eyes pop open. Light streams through your window and you come back to yourself. What the fuck is with these dreams?!

Mentally exhausted, you raise up and drag yourself out of bed. You’re angry. That damn dream pissed you off and it wasn’t even real.

—

“Niaaa! Ugh.. You look like shit,” Talia frowns and you cast her an evil eye that shuts her up. For all you know she has bags too, hers are just covered by concealer.

“Nightmares, Lia. I got zero sleep last night and I’m in a bad mood. Do not mess with me right now.” She smiles in sympathy before her attention is snatched to the door.

“Well, you might wanna turn that frown upside down. That’s your client.”

Instantly your face contorts into one that’s customer service worthy and you turn to see a black lady who looks to be in her mid-30s. Her hair looks thick, but you never really know until you put your hands in it.

“Hello, welcome. Have a seat in my chair and I’ll be with you in a minute. Just gotta get the hair ready. You said you already washed your hair right?”

“Yes, I washed it last night. No grease or anything like you said.”

You grabbed your sterilized comb, your moisturizer, and started sectioning hair from the Kanekalon pack. Three hours later you’re a little more than halfway through her head.

“You’re much faster than my last braider. I was there all day,” she says and you huff a quick laugh in acknowledgment. Of course it was fast, you didn’t take a break the whole time. She looked the type to get upset if you stopped for too long.

“I’m going to cookout, what y'all want,” Lia calls and Glenda who’s doing fingerwaves on a girl with blue hair yells her order. Lia had just finished a sew-in on her client and you still had half a head to go.

“Get me a peach milkshake with a cajun chicken sandwich, corndog, and fries,” you call back.

“You sound like a bottomless pit,” Lia quips and she’s gone. Fifteen minutes later, you have your food but you decide to wait to eat it. Your client doesn’t tell you to do otherwise. You just take sips of the thick-ass milkshake. Two hours later, you send the client away with a full head of Senegalese twists. You have another client in half an hour so you sit down and eat.

“You ain’t acting like yourself today. Are you okay,” Lia’s eyes analyze everything from your expression to your body language and you know you’re acting funny as well. You still see the images from your dream and they’re disturbing. The peach milkshake is helping you to stay grounded.

“Yeah, I’m good, just a little out of it. That dream still got me buggin.”

“What dream? Tell us about it. Maybe you’ll feel better.”

You hesitate given the nature of the dream, but decide to spare the gorey details.

“Okay.. So, I wasn’t myself in this dream. I don’t know who I was, it’s weird. I was on a battlefield at first in what looked like a war. I could see all these terrible things and smell it, that’s how vivid the dream was. I wanted to rip my nose from my face because I could taste the blood and the vomit and the- ugh," you wretch. "By the context it was like I’d killed all these people and they were just laying there stretched out in the dirt. Then I was getting stabbed in my stomach but it was like.. I was allowing it or doing it to myself. I woke up sweating.. and then when I went back to sleep, I was the same person, shooting some unknown person with a cloth bag on their head like in the movies only it felt real. I woke up soo angry. Then I just couldn’t shake it, I guess. I'm still angry..”

Glenda and her client exchange confused looks while Lia comes in for a hug.

“Someone pray,” she says.

A client waiting for Glenda stands and approaches. She has a bracelet with a church logo and she looks like she’s a spiritual person, something in her eyes and something warm in her face like you know her, though you don't. She says an eloquent and passionate prayer for your mind, your spirit, your emotions like she knows you, but there's no way. You feel tears well behind your eyes as this stranger intercedes on your behalf like a true prayer warrior, touching on all of your concerns.

“It’s warfare,” she says to you directly. “You have a mighty purpose and perhaps this is trying to tell you something about someone you’re meant to help. Keep your eyes open.”

You nod and thank her as your next appointment approaches. Feed-in braids into a ponytail. You had to wash and deep condition her. You sigh thinking about what the woman said. Could that be true?

Was there a reason you were seeing all of this?

—

In your car on the way home, your thoughts go back to the morning. You were a man. A man in the military and then in some odd private initiation. You killed, but you didn’t enjoy it. It felt like you HAD to because it was leading up to something, but what?

A horn beeping behind you startles you and you look up, green light. You hit the gas and make it home without another incident.

There were household chores to do, like folding the laundry you’d washed yesterday. It was sitting on the floor in a basket. You wanted to go online and check your social media. It was only 7:25 p.m., but a strong feeling was pulling you back to your bed. You followed it and crawled under your covers and within minutes, you were under.

"Got you, E!” “E, hurry up!”

Two little boys were out late playing with a basketball and you were running with them on the court. You were small and the apartments in front of you felt familiar, like home. Suddenly there was what looked like a UFO overhead and you froze on the court watching it fly away from your building. A feeling of dread set in and you ditched the game, running as fast as you could into the building, up to your home.

“Baba?” You called inside, looking around.

There was no one.. but then you looked down and your entire world was lifeless on the floor surrounded by his own blood. He had distinct claw marks dug into his chest through his clothes and he’d been discarded as though he weren’t royalty.

Royalty? ..I’m royalty.

That fact takes a backseat to the pain and you sink to the floor, clutching the lifeless body in your arms, rocking and willing it to come back to life. Willing to trade anything you have for a miracle. You didn’t have anyone else. No one.

The room changes and the blood is gone.

You’re pouring over a journal filled with strange symbols but somehow you’re interpreting them. It’s giving you a purpose that feels strong, urgent, IMPORTANT.

You have to do something, but What?

Who are you? How are you in my head? ..I’ll kill you. ..I’ll find you and then I’ll murder you.

Kill me, wait can you hear me?

Who the fuck are you?

I’m not sure why I’m here or why I can see what you see, but... I think I’m supposed to help you.

That doesn’t tell me who you are.

My name is Nia and I’m.. a hairdresser. I honestly don’t know how I keep getting here.

You’re in my dream.. or my nightmare. You’re probably part of my imagination.

And you’re part of mine, but I keep dreaming about you like this. How do we fix it?

If what you say is true, maybe you need to help me first. So, help me.

How?

Figure it out.

You open your eyes and you feel drunk. Heavy. Rolling your body out of bed, your heart is still heavy. You’re grieving the loss of a father that was never really yours to begin with. Your dad is in Atlanta. But when you were.. Erik, you think his name was, it had felt too real. His pain was your pain. His rage was your rage.

You freeze with your hand on the glass of water you just poured. You were able to speak to him this time. It was like he really existed and you were invading his mind, his nightmare. It was crazy. You were crazy.

You splash the cold water in your face instead of drinking it, shocking yourself. COLD! COLD! COLD!

I’m still here, Nia.

HO- Shit.. Erik? How are you in my head, I’m awake. At least I think I’m awake. This is weird. I think I’m losing it.

No, I wanna try something. Give me your address. I’m gonna remember it and come there. If this is real, we’ll find out.

If this is real, don’t kill me. Don’t forget, I know you.

If you check out as who and what you say you are, I won’t hav-

Your eyes open again and your apartment is pitch black.

You still have your clothes on and your hair isn’t tied. You sit up and try focusing.

“Erik? Are you here? ..Erik?”

There’s no response. You turn the lights on and take a shower. You needed it after all the emotional shit you just went through. You start to question again if you’re really losing your mind, maybe developing a split personality. Checking your phone, you have no missed calls or texts. You check your social media and get lost in that for the next half hour.

Dinner. You never ate dinner. You pull some leftovers from the fridge and heat it. Spaghetti and meatsauce and greenbeans on the side. After a few cups of water and last glance at your laundry, you glance back to your bed. What are the odds of you going to sleep and finding him again? You decide to find out. Climbing back into bed, you shut your eyes and wait for sleep to take you.

“Erik?”

You see darkness, that’s it. It’s silent and you call out again, but there’s no answer. Suddenly you’re in a throne room and you’re looking out from the throne as you’re burdened with the responsibility of what you must do. Your head hurts and your soul is heavy, but you know there’s no other path for you.

“Erik,” you call again and finally you feel yourself become aware of another presence as though you’re sharing the same body.

Wassup. Drop the addy.

It’s 3810 Circle Mill Terrace, Macon, Georgia. Apartment 503.

I’m going to wake up now.

You jolt awake and miraculously, it’s daytime. Time to work again, bright and early.

You stroll into the salon and Lia is already there eating an apple and drinking a juicebox, no doubt her son’s. Your client would arrive momentarily, assuming they were on time.

“What you got today,” Lia asks with a bite of the apple.

“I got.. two feed-ins, a crochet, a flat-twisted bun with added hair, and then three large French braids.”

She nods, “And how are you feeling today?”

You exhale and your client comes through the door, she’s about your age and her hair is fairly long. You can see already how you want to frame her face. You give her the smile and the greeting and lead her to the bowl to wash her hair.

“I’m okay. I guess that lady from yesterday was kinda right, maybe there’s a reason or purpose behind my dreams.”

“You’re still having them?” She sounds worried.

“Yeah.. they’re still in full effect, but I think I’m starting to figure some things out.”

“Okay, well, you just be open with us and let us know if you get any dangerous or scary thoughts, like to harm yourself or anyone else.”

You exhale a quick laugh, “It’s not even that type of party.”

“Yeah, okay,” she says and then she lets it go.

When Glenda comes in, you give her an edited version of what you gave Lia and it seems to be enough. The rest of your appointments go by fairly easily and when you leave work you stop to fill your tank before going home again.

This time, you decide to clean up and you DO. You fix your place up and put away your laundry. You even cook again. Baked chicken, kool-aid, and salad, nothing too taxing.

Throughout it all your eyes keep wandering toward the door, wondering.

What if.

—

It had been a week since you dreamed of Erik and his horrible nightmares based on a nightmarish life. You were glad the images had finally stopped, but if you were honest.. it wasn’t bad meeting him every night. You kind of missed him.

Not the scenes, just him.

Part of you, the realistic part, knew you were buggin and that you needed to come back to reality. Forget it all.

Another part, still watched the door. Wondering if you were just imagining everything.

You slide out of bed from your dreamless slumber and head to work. Another day, another string of clients, the first order being short kinky twists.

The short brown girl who walks in has a head full of wild hair and you groan internally. It takes you close to five hours to finish all of the little twists on that dense head of coarse hair. It’s well into the afternoon now and you sit down to eat your lunch brought back by Lia.

“What you got next,” she asks starting on a vixen sew-in. Her customer bought the good shit, that Malaysian.

“Uh, loc maintenance.”

“You retwisting?”

“Yeah gotta clean up the parts.”

She nods and continues chatting up her client. As you finish your lunch, the door opens and it’s a male. Quite possibly the finest black man you’ve seen in your life. Y'all don’t get too many male clients especially not the ones who look like him. His eyes go straight to you and you hold your breath as he approaches, but the awkward silence reminds you that you’re the one who's supposed to fill it. Out of the corner of your eye you see Lia laughing at you and you try to ignore her.

“Welcome, have a seat in my chair and I’ll be right with you. I just need to grab some things to get started."

He smiles and waits patiently and when you return, you put your hands through his cropped locs inspecting them. Something about him and them seems familiar, but you push it out of your mind to deal with the task at hand. He needs a wash. You beckon him to the bowl and start washing his hair.

He relaxes beneath your fingers, eyes closed as you work through his scalp and he asks how you’re doing. You give him the typical response.

You’re fine. Blessed and highly favored.

He smiles again and his teeth are so white and straight. The gold slugs on his canines only accentuate that fact.

"Good to hear,” he says. “What about the dreams, you still having those?”

Dreams.. You freeze in place but release his head staring down at him and he opens his eyes, looking into yours.

“You aren’t crazy,” he says. The air seems to die because for a moment you stall out.

“......Very funny you guys,” you call to your co-workers. Glenda ignores you completely and Lia looks confused.

You turn your attention back to the man at your bowl and he looks amused.

“What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t,” his brow raises. You gulp. You’d told your co-workers the story, but no one knew the name of the man in your dream.

“Tell me..,” you whisper and he raises the bottom of his shirt revealing intricate patterns of keloids. You can feel them physically in your own stomach and it all comes rushing back to you as you gape down at him in awe.

“Oh, I’m definitely keeping you,” he grins.

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