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An Shiraishi is always trying to be someone else: a short and messy analysis on how Vivid Street (unintentionally) messed her up
You know, I kind of have my own issues with the "Wishing to the Blue Sky for Your Happiness!" event, but a lot of my criticism of it boiled down to "huh, it's kind of weird how they gave An this insecurity out of nowhere, she didn't struggle with being herself before. Seems to be a reach just so Shizuku could have a role."
But that was before the Vivid Old Tale, and boy I'll admit I was very wrong.
The relationship between An and Nagi are... Very interesting, to say the least.
But there's no doubt that An absolutely idolizes Nagi. Sure, there's been this line about An always wanting to he a musical like her father, but we also know that for the most part, it was Nagi who taught her to sing, as well as Nagi who acted as An's mentor figure in a more emotional way.
In a way, An won the lottery. She was born into a family that loves her, into a community thay loves her, and just so happened to be talented and passionate about something that community values most. However, that talent has left her little to no space to actually... See herself as someone outside of it.
Now, none of this is actually necessarily negative by default. Having high expectations to one's children isn't necessarily bad either; with the right approach, it can make them grow and want to grow. We've also seen this happen with Touya in his childhood, which us another neat parallel.
But, unlike Touya, An has been very comfortable in her role, precisely because of her talent and being able to reach the very high bar raised for her. That comfort just... never made her reach out to something other than the place and the future she was already familiar with, because she never needed to. She was Ken's daughter and she was talented and everyone in town loved her and she promised to be the better than her dad and everyone took her seriously. What else could she possibly need?
In a way, An had her dole cut out to her before she was even born.
And then there's Nagi.
Yes, Nagi is An's role model. But there's more to that than just An looking up to her.
More than just being taught by her, An actually picks up Nagi's mannerisms, forms or speech, and even moral values (pretty much the entire point of Vivid Old Tale).
An saw, too, how much Nagi meant for the people of Vivid Street. She wanted to mean as much for them, too; rather, she already did mean as much, but she needed to be someone to justify being loved. It's not necessarily a conscious thought process but more of a subtle one: if you notice your community loves some traits of you more than the others, or values some aspects of you more, you start to lean more and more into them in order to fit in and be accepted.
For An, those particular traits were being talented, being Ken's daughter, but also... Being very similar to Nagi.
Them acting "like sisters" has been highlighted over
and over
and over again, even by people unfamiliar with Nagi, well into An's teenage years.
And it's not exactly... A complete coincidence on everyone's part. At one point, Nagi openly states she wants An to be like her, to be able to see things from the same perspective. At least to some extent, some of the actions Nagi takes to make that happen are completely deliberate.
So An tries to be like Nagi. This is both a conscious effort on her part and something that just... Is sort of a hidden force that shapes her into who she is. If you watch Nagi and compare even the way she talks with people of the town to the more mature, somewhat-grown up but not quite there yet An we have today... There's so many similarities it's uncanny. An is still much more hot-headed and impulsive, but that caring, considerate side of her shines through even more than before.
An doesn't try to deny or hide that, too. In fact, she's actually pretty proud of it.
(Whether Ken lied to her to make her feel better or if that expression was just a reaction to being reminded of Nagi passing away & the masquerade that followed after that, we'll never know.)
But here's the kicker: there's so much of Nagi in An it's hard to pinpoint where Nagi-san's traits end and An's own personality begins, if it even does. Because of how early has everyone decided on An's future, and because An never did anything to even hint at wanting to do something different (which she didn't! Sometimes people want to continue their family's legacy and that's completely normal and fine - again, she just got really lucky, both with her talent and supportive surroundings), An subconsciously kind of accepted that being like Nagi is... Just who she is.
That comes with taking on Nagi's part in the community, too. In the same way Nagi took care of everyone in town by helping them out at events, so too, does An - just to a much lesser extent, by going out of her way to keep in touch with everyone, going to events, and helping at a cafe, too.
But An doesn't purposely mold or change her personality to be like her role model, too. This is important: An doesn't wear a mask because she doesn't need to. In her mind, she already is like Nagi, or at least, she's on track to be, without doing particularly anything different. Because they're just so similar they're so close and practically behave like sisters, and because An grew up singing in the town exactly like Nagi did, and because she loves the town just like Nagi did - what else could An possibly need to do except get better at singing and get more grown up?
You know, to reach that mature and down-to-earth side of Nagi that we often see in the past?
That side?
Yeah.
Now the Shizuan event's conflict isn't so out of place, is it?
But anyway, back to the point.
Because of Nagi wording things the way she does and because of people on Vivid Street making such a point of their similarities, An naturally assumed she would eventually become like Nagi. This is why, even aside from Kohane's improvement, aside An's abandonment issues, Kick It Up a Notch is a giant slap to the face for An, as well as her wake-up call.
Kohane taking on Nagi's mantle before An was able to, or potentially ever could, isn't just about singing - it's an attempt at An's entire sense of self, just as well as her place in the world, and on the smaller sense, her hometown, too.
Because if An is not Nagi, she doesn't belong.
Because An never knew how to do anything but sing. Because becoming like her family, like Nagi, was the only option she ever imagined for herself ever since she was a child.
And if An is not Nagi, then who the hell is she?
[this post was very much inspired by @the-one-that-weeps 's An analysis post, who kind of put this much more eloquently than I could! Go check them out.
All translated lines that aren't taken from the wiki transcripts are by lozybug on YouTube!]
#jay rambles.txt#jay's character analysis#project sekai#prsk#an shiraishi#vivid bad squad#i spent like a solid 3 hours writing this
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there's something about atsumu being all pouty and sulky that makes him more adorable. (please i love him so much) i just watched a TikTok video of a married couple and this ask is based on this. so what if after an argument, you being atsumu's wife doesn't cook enough food for three (three bcs u have a daughter who has her uncle samu's appetite. and yes, bcs im a sucker for dad atsumu au) and just told him to cook for himself or order takeout or something bcs u didn't think that he'll eat at home. please 🥺 i just wanna see his reaction 👀
*the argument is about him not wanting to go home (poor boy says he needs to practice more) after you text and call him a hundred times bcs it's past practice time. so the next evening, you didn't cook food that'll be enough for the three of you.
NO WAIT PAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH THIS-
also im so glad you’re a sucker for the dad/uncle au bc same HA-
I know damn well in that pretty head of Atsumu’s that he does, try his hardest to be home for dinner. Always one to be accounted for, always there beside you, mowing down on the food you’d either spent the entire day cooking, or grabbing after your errands.
But for the past few nights, he just. Hasn’t.
He’s been with the boys, or staying overtime at practice, or hanging out with Osamu because he could always use a set of hands, and for some reason, rather than just telling you this, he doesn’t. He leaves you to figure it out for yourself.
It leads to a pretty nasty spat, thankfully one Hisako was asleep for, about you just wanting a text so you know that you don’t have to look forward to enjoying dinner with him (okay. A little cruel, but he had it coming!) or setting an extra plate. It made him snarl out how ‘he’s a grown man’ and ‘he can make his own dinner plans’ and ‘take care of his damn self without you,’ and you felt your heart sink to the base of your chest.
He sighs softly, “I didn’t mean that-“
“Then take care of yourself,” you snap, turning on your heel to get ready for bed. Even though there’s some half choked apologies that fall from both of your lips, you make the conscious decision to stop trying so hard.
If he wasn’t going to appreciate the work you go out of your way to do for him to enjoy a hot meal, then why put it forward? No need to shell out the extra effort when he’s not going to do his own part.
Especially tonight, as your table sets and vegetables stop cooking, your damn husband still isn’t home.
Whatever. Asshole.
Surely, it’s fine. It seems fine. Hisako inhales the food with extreme excitement, you pick at your own while she recounts the events of her day. Gotta hand it to her, she’s a damn entertaining kid, able to distracted you from the hurt of Atsumu potentially taking your words to heart and indeed, taking care of himself.
She prompts the end of her dinner with an enthusiastic kiss to your cheek- a trait she learned from her father- before toddling into the living room to play with her toys. You smile softly at the sight, bittersweet as you move to start the dishes, trying to get through them as a quick as possible before Atsumu comes home and sees the dinner not made for him.
This is another instance, however, that you’re having the piss taken out of you, and Atsumu comes home in the middle of your chores. You cringe softly as the front door opens, he sighs dramatically, and you head the happiness in his voice when he chirps a quick “where’re my girls!”
You whimper in the back of your throat and plaster a smile, still trying to hide the hurt in your features.
“Hey my love,” Atsumu says, voice strained from sighing happily, before laxing out to kiss you. “Where’s the boss of us?”
You smile and pucker your lips for a brief, almost uninterested kiss, and you watch as his body language tenses. “She’s in the living room playing with her toys. I was going to give her a bath once I finished the dishes.”
“I can do that, dollface,” he chuckles. “If you want to relax, or get started on her bath you can.” He happily hooks his head over your shoulder and nuzzles into you softly. “I gotta eat first anyways, so I can take care of the dishes.”
You tense up as he lifts his head with a happy inhale, “smells great in here. What did you make?”
In confusion, you give him a look over your shoulder. “I… made curry in the pressure cooker, and some rice and fried some eggs for us.” He groans happily and quickly dashes to the fridge to open and search for the extras, only for his face to fall once he turns up empty handed.
“Did… you both polish it off?”
“I only made enough for two, and with your daughter having an appetite like her uncle I almost didn’t have enough-“
“But…”
“What?”
“You… you didn’t cook enough for me?”
You scoff and continue to scrub the plates, “since you clearly had no intentions of updating me on what you’d be doing tonight, I figured I had no use in cooking more than Hisako and I could eat. Leftovers go to waste in this house anyways.”
He pauses, and you hear his socked feet padding around the tiled floors, trying to piece together his thoughts and approach this. You continue to wash the dishes, but the signals in your brain cross as two long arms wrap around your waist, a head burrowing into the curve of your neck.
“‘Tsumu-“
“I meant to text you,” he murmurs, curling up as close to you as he can. “I swear. Tonight, I wanted to come home and eat dinner with you, and watch a movie with ‘Sako, but I guess I just forgot to when Bokuto wanted to practice a little bit more…” one of the arms wrapped around your waist moves up to gently cup your jawline, angling your head to look at the golden eyes curved in distress. “But as soon as I realized I came right home, I didn’t even think of it. Please, don’t be mad at me… it was an accident this time, I swear.”
You sigh and lean over to nudge your nose with his, “I’m not mad at you, baby. You just… you hurt my feelings last night; you can’t tell me you don’t appreciate the work I do, then come home and pout about the work I didn’t do. That’s rude, it’s shitty of you.”
“I know,” he says softly, lowering his eyes. In thought for a moment, he then rises his gaze back up to you with a hopeful smile, “can I have a kiss at least?”
You snicker and roll your eyes, “you may have one kiss, and if you play your cards right, I’ll doctor up some instant noodles for you.”
He beams happily up at you and leans up to steal a kiss, the hand on your cheek stroking the warm skin lovingly, “I like the sound of that.”
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But Daddy I Love Him!!!
Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader based on "But Daddy I Love Him" by Taylor Swift.
words: around 2k
warnings: angst if you squint, fluff!!! so many taylor swift references, overprotective parents, no use of y/n, happy ending.
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You knew that once you made your relationship with Eddie Munson public people would lose it. That’s why you’ve been postposing it until you were both really sure about this. But it’s been six months already, and they have been the best six months of your entire life.
Never has any other boy made you feel this way, so comfortable, so confident, so in love. He was chaos and revelry in the best was possible, not like these other boys your parents had set you up with over the last years, just because they’re friends with their parents. He was the complete opposite of those boring boys, he had long and messy hair that you love playing with; he dresses in total black with ripped jeans, leather jackets and shirts with monsters painted on them; he’s loud and fun and hilarious; he’s so pretty and so hot at the same time.
There is no doubt of the way he makes you feel and you’re tired of hiding it. So yes, you knew it was going to be controversial walking in hand by hand, letting him hug you from behind whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you grab your things from your locker and kissing him goodbye before separating to each’s classes for the whole school to see. But you weren’t expecting World War Three.
“There you are, pretty girl” he greets you again at lunch.
“Hey you” you greet him back and go to kiss him, wrapped up in your own world when you’re interrupted by a fellow cheerleader behind you.
“Stay away from her!” Sarah protested. You both look at her in shock.
“What?” Eddie asks confused.
“Whatever it is that you’re doing to her, stop it!” she demands angrily, it’s kind of funny.
“Sarah, what do you mean?” you can’t contain the chuckle that escapes mid-sentence.
“What’s going on?!” she asks in complete confusion.
“He’s my boyfriend, he’s not doing anything wrong to me” you explain to her—actually, to the whole cafeteria who’s just as confused and angry as Sarah is.
“What do you mean your boyfriend? Honey, he’s…” she doesn’t finish the sentence, shooting you a look that speaks volumes, her eyes widen and her eyebrows as if saying You know exactly what he is.
Eddie starts giggling but hides his face in your shoulder trying to act modest. You fail to hide you smirk.
“He’s my boyfriend and I love him. I don’t really see the issue here” you put an end to the conversation and walk to his table where he starts introducing you to his friends.
“What a mess” Hannah whispers to Sarah while playing with her pearl necklace.
However, the real problem started when you got home, one that could not be ignored by just laughing about it.
Sarah and Hannah had talked to your parents about Eddie and you. And your dad did not like those news at all.
“You can’t see him anymore, this nonsense stops right now” he demands.
“But daddy, I love him!” you scream.
“Love? You can’t love someone like him. You’re acting crazy, come to your senses and don’t be a fool!”
“No, I’m not coming to my senses. Please, you don’t understand! Just try to get to know him at least!”
“For the love of God, he is crazy! Don’t you see it?” he exclaims
“But he’s the one I want” you cry.
“No! Go up to your room now, I don’t want to listen to this anymore” he didn’t let you say one more word as he slammed the door in your face.
-
“Baby, what’s wrong?” you hear Eddie’s concerned voice through the phone.
“Can you come over? Please” you don’t explain just yet, you just needed him here.
“Of course, I’ll be there in ten” he doesn’t even stop to think about it, immediately saying yes.
“Climb through my window, I’ll leave it open”
That night you only managed to sleep thanks to him, he was the one giving you the peace and calming that you needed. He was the one making your heart flutter.
And for that reason you decided you would not give up so easily. You could not just give up on this thrill he brought into your life, your wild boy and all of this wild joy.
This is why your judgmental ‘friends’—if you could even call them that—still had things to say about your relationship.
“We just want what’s best for you”
“I’m afraid it’s a little too late for that” you started, acting reluctantly, “I’m pregnant”
Every single one of them yelled a perfectly synchronized ‘WHAT?!’And you nodded.
“I’m having his baby” you admitted and they looked at you horrified and shocked, you couldn’t contain you laughter anymore. “No, I’m not, but you should see your faces!”
“We are not joking around! Could you take this seriously?”
“Girls, if all you want is boring and insignificant for me, then it’s just meaningless and it’s still my choice to make” you explained, starting to think that they’re not ‘trying to save you,’ they just hated you.
“But think about your reputation. What would people say about you?”
“I’ll tell you something, it’s still my name and mine alone”
“Please, just think about-“
“Oh my god! I swear, I’d rather die right now than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning! Really!” you interrupted them and without letting them say one more word, you finally left.
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For the next month you had to sneak around to be able to see Eddie, since your dad had forbidden you to ever see him again. Obviously, that wasn’t even a choice. You were going to see him whether your dad likes it or not. But what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
So you get out of your house after lying to your parent telling them you were meeting one of the girls for a project. Your mom looked at you warily because she noticed the pretty dress and the make-up you were wearing, but she didn’t say anything about it. She wasn’t the judgemental person your dad was.
You walked two blocks away from your house and there was that Van you knew all too well by now, waiting for you.
You went to his trailer, you couldn’t really do any other plan for a date. You still couldn’t go out in public much if you wanted to keep seeing him.
“What movie should we watch?” you ask him.
“I didn’t rent any this week, I just have the old ones we already watched” he answers.
“Oh” you mumble as you go through the couple cassettes he has. But he’s right, you’ve already seen those a thousand times. He hears your sigh.
“I’m sorry, okay? I just didn’t think we would have to keep hiding here even after telling everyone about us” he explains.
“I know Eddie, but- I’m dead if my dad finds out I’m still seeing you” you insist but he doesn’t say anything back. He’s dozing off thinking about something.
“What if I just go talk to him?” he proposes after a few seconds.
“What?” you question him in disbelieve. He can’t mean that literally.
“No really, what if he meets me in person? I could talk to him, introduce me, do all that ‘what my intentions with your daughter are.’ Maybe he’ll come around”
“That won’t work with him Eddie, it’s just gonna be a really unconfutable moment between you two. Believe me, I know him” you explain.
“But what other choice do we have? Are we just gonna keep hiding until you move out?” he questions.
“I- I don’t know, but at least this way I can still sneak around and see you. If I keep insisting with this, he’s just gonna lock me in my bedroom forever” you started getting nervous. You were so stressed out that no one would believe or even listen to you when you want to explain how Eddie actually is to you.
“Okay, okay, don’t worry, I’m here, I’m always gonna be here” he calms you down by hugging you. Scandal does funny things to pride, but brings lovers closer.
When Sunday comes around, you were setting the table to eat with your family, your dad cooking the meat on the grill, your mom dressing the salad. You hear a knock on the front door, but you weren’t expecting anyone today.
“Honey, can you get that?” you mom asks you.
When you open the door, your eyes must be deceiving you, it has to be that. You’re just imagining him because you miss him and he’s just always on your mind.
“Hey” he softly greets you noticing the surprise on your face. And you confirm you’re not imagining anything.
“What are you doing here?!” you whisper-shout at him.
“Okay- I know you told me not to do this, but I really think it could work. Just give me a chance sweetheart, I mean… my charm worked with you after all, maybe it’ll work on them as well, who knows?” he winks playfully.
"Honey! Who is it?" your mom appears from behind you to see. Eddie presents himself politely, giving her flowers even.
"Oh, thank you Eddie, I didn't know you were coming over" she comments confused.
"I just wanted to introduce myself so you could actually get to know me, and not what... some other people say about me" he explains calmly. He acting so respectful that you're biting your tongue to not make fun of him.
"Of course dear, come in" and just like that, he has your mom absolutely delighted with him.
But as I said, your dad is the tough one.
Eddie goes outside to talk to him, he asks you to leave him go alone for a second and that he'll call you if he needs you.
You let him go by himself but still, you're standing at the door spying on them. You can't hear anything, but you see Eddie talking and your dad listening with a straight face. He's acting tough to intimidate him. But Eddie doesn't seem faced by it, he's just explaining something in the nicest way possible. If the hellfire guys were here to see him, they would never let him live this down.
"Honey, don't bite your nails" your mom tells you after a while.
"I'm just really nervous"
"I know, they've been talking for a while now" she agrees, "want me to go see how it goes?"
"Or should I go?" you start questioning but as if you had called them, your dad and Eddie walk in. You look at them expectantly.
"Can you help me outside?" your dad asks you and you nod quickly. You try to read Eddie's face but he seems relaxed, could it be?
After going outside he stands in front of you and takes a few seconds to choose his next words.
"I'm sorry"
"What?" you whisper. You can't believe what you just heard.
"I owe you an apology for not listening to you when you explained it" he starts, "and I owe him and apology for misjudging him"
"Really?"
"Yes dear, I hope you can forgive me and... I just want you to be happy, and I can finally tell that he is one who makes you happy" he admits and you go hug him before you even think of it. Somehow, now even your daddy just loves him.
Eddie stays for dinner that day and it's beautiful to see them all getting along. You separate from your old friends and find new ones who don't judge you and actually care about you and not what other's might think. Eddie and you stay together and finally have dates outside of his trailer or your room. You officially meet Wayne and he adores you, but Eddie's not surprised about that, he knew it wouldn't take much giving how adorable you are. People still have things to say about you two but you learned not to care about it.
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x cheerleader!reader#eddie munson x popular!reader#taylor swift fic#taylor swift#the tortured poets department
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Mickey Altieri x Sorority! Reader HC's
A/N: Heyy! This is my first time writing for SCREAM so please be nice :) Mickey is literally babygirl and I wanted more content of him! There's not much smut in this, but I might make these a full fic idk >:3
Right out the bat Mickey isn’t the biggest fan of sorority girls - We all saw what he did to Cece, but…
You meet the group through Sid and Hallie at a costume party, dressed as a cat
Mickey’s first instinct is to judge you for being basic, but takes an interest once you recognise Randy’s obscure horror movie costume
They both quiz you on movies and even though you can’t answer everything, they definitely like you
He sees Randy taking too much of an interest in you and sends him off to get drinks
He uses the opportunity to get you alone. The liquor is flowing through both of you and you end up having a drunken kiss
Normal stuff for a college party ----
After this he secretly becomes obsessed
Enemies to lovers from here on!!
'Oh Mickey!' is your song
You’re different w/o alcohol, a little more ‘stuck up’, but still nothing like the 'other' girls ™️ (Mickey's thoughts, not mine!)
MICKEY TEASES YOU ABOUT EVERYTHING! - “Come on YN, you’re an adult, why do you still call your dad ‘Daddy’?” / “Maybe we can use YN’s $500 bracelet to help us see in the dark,”
You return the energy right back - “It’s Tiffany’s, and it was only $350,”💅
He rolls his eyes or smirks but loves arguing with you
He dangles the drunk kiss over your head CONSTANTLY
“You didn’t hate me that night when we —“
You constantly deny it but you’re playing hard to get, really
EVERYBODY can see what’s going on, even if they’re a little bit confused bc you’re from different worlds
He drops in on a your clubs/rallies/parties etc, just to agitate you
He brings you gifts as a ‘joke’, like flowers or coffee to make fun of how high maintenance you are but it’s an act of love
LOVES watching you get ready. He’s proud as fuck to have a hot, rich girlfriend and he’s going to show/tell everyone about it - “Pink is definitely your colour…”
He's a little diva
Lots of giggles and teasing
He may be a psycho but he’s actually rather romantic
When you finally hang out with him in his setting - Either at the movies or his dorm etc, he’s totally different
He still makes fun of you, but genuinely wants to know you more
Gets you to talk about yourself, (maybe for the wrong reasons) and you only learn basic things about him
He’s kind of a mystery but you like it
He isn't surprised to find out your Dad has a high powered job, but gets REALLY turned on when he finds out you’re the daughter of a lawyer
For obvious reasons, you become more alluring to him then
A cute, peppy sorority girl from a family of lawyers sleeping with a ruthless killer? It’s dangerous, and Mickey LIVES for danger
He’d even be willing to get caught just to have your Dad defend him
It’s the ultimate power play
Calls you up as Ghostface that night to give you a bit of a spook - “I can tell you’re a Daddy’s girl. I’ve seen you around campus, with your fancy watches and pretty necklaces…Tell me, what does he do? Oh, a lawyer? I don’t like those…”
He cums so hard to the thought of ruining you; tearing off your short skirts and preppy blazers to run his knife over your body whilst your Dad watches, totally defenceless
Shortly after this he asks you out on an actual date
He’s confident but is somewhat surprised when you say yes
“You know ‘Daddy’ wouldn’t approve of me, right?” / “He doesn’t have to know…”
The sexual tension is off the roof now
You do it in your bedroom even though boys aren’t allowed in the sorority house, and the danger gets him riled up
That and your expensive lingerie
You don’t GAF when Cece and the other girls vote you out of the sorority
She doesn’t last long after this anyway
As you date he keeps you in the dark as much as possible about his Ghostface antics, but he’s not hiding himself either. He’s more than prepared for drama should the ‘sick fuck’ be caught.
#scream 2#mickey altieri#mickey altieri x reader#mickey altieri smut#ghostface x reader#ghostface smut#florence_nomachine#florence writes!!
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hi i literally live for your wolfstar parents fics btw
okay ive been sitting here for longer than a while and genuinely cant think of a request so all i have is
fluffy ginny x fem reader (ft wolfstar parents (possibly))
Already perfect
Ginny Weasley x fem! reader
dads! wolfstar x daughter! reader
Summary: At Bill and Fleurs wedding, Y/n and Ginny start thinking about their own
Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, just everyone being in utterly in love with their resepective partner x
A/n: 1.3k words, you can't tell me Remus wouldn’t be in charge of doing his daughters hair since he would have so braided Sirius’ for him. I love writing wolfstar dads no much so thank you for the request, enjoy!
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“Moons!” you giggle as you hear your dad call out for around the thousandth time “Moons please help me?” he pleads and your father sighs behind you
“He isn’t going to stop till you answer” you remind him
He chuckles as he finishes doing your hair “I know pup…don’t touch it I need to get the hairspray” he warns you swatting your hand down playfully
When he turns away you fix your parting before quickly going back to pretending you didn’t
“REMUS MY PRETTY BOY OF A HUSBAND LUPIN!” Sirius shouts through the house
“SIRIUS MY IDIOT OF A HUSBAND LUPIN, GIVE ME A MERLIN DAMN MINUTE!” he shouts back taking off the lid of the spray while you giggle at your fathers
“Okay pup tilt your head back for me” you let your neck fall over the back of the chair and smile up at your father before closing your eyes
As he finishes, you sit back up admiring your hair “Thanks dad” you shift around on the seat to look at him finding him smiling brightly
Suddenly the door is kicked open
“Okay if you won’t come…fuck” your father struggles hauling what looks like a clothes rack through into your bedroom “If you won’t come to me I’ll bring the problem to you” he says as he presents a bunch of jackets
“Was this really necessary?” Remus asks crossing his arms
Sirius nods right away “Yes, this is a big decision we must be the hottest pair of parents there, you are covered because you are hot to trot constantly but I need added flair” he flips his hair while you let out a laugh and Remus tries his best to bite back his smile
“What are the choices?” you ask standing and revealing your outfit
Sirius turns to you “Well pup…” he starts before taking you in “Pup you look so beautiful!” he walks up hands finding your shoulders “You get that from me” he winks and you give him a look “I know biologically that’s impossible but you grew up seeing this and that” he gestures to himself and then eyes Remus with a huge smirk who gives him a playful eye roll in return
“Okay yes, you’re hot, I’m hot, and our daughter is beyond beautiful, but before you go on another hour-long speech which end in pup getting bored and you crying about how our little girl is all grown up…” he walks over and grabs a jacket “…put on this one because we both know this is the one you would choose”
“Fine” he takes the jacket pouting and you giggle at your parents
Remus gives him a kiss to the cheek and his pout is challenged by a growing smile
“You know I’m right” Remus says grinning at him
“I know but let me have this” Sirius mumbles
“Fine” Remus whispers
“You’re really mean and I’m always right” Your father says unable to hold back his smile as he slips on the suit jacket
Remus chuckles “I’m mean and you’re always right” he kisses his lips before they turn to you
“You two are weird” you note and they bob their heads in agreement
“In a good way I hope” Sirius wonders
“The best way”
After listening to your fathers playfully bicker about how many buttons Sirius should unbutton, which was finally resolved as three since Remus said he wasn’t on the prowl anymore followed by a reply you shall forever pretend you never heard, you all make it to the wedding.
As you get to your seat you see your girlfriend, giving her a little wave from afar before spotting Charlie and Percy who give you big smiles as they head through to get Bill
“Hello mini moony” you hear your uncle James say as he, your aunt and Harry all approach
Sirius huffs and Remus places his hand on his knee
“She’s mini me too” he sulks
James lets out a laugh as Harry makes his way to sit next to you followed by James then Lily on the end
“Yes she is but considering certain traits…” James says and you giggle, your fathers face when he found out you were a wolf animagus was priceless “…mini moony is more fitting”
While your fathers and James discuss more nicknames, and Lily greets your aunties Marlene and Dorcas in the row behind, you turn to Harry
“Hi” you greet with a big smile
He smiles back “Hey” he bumps your shoulder
“You look handsome” you note
“Thanks, you look good...” you mock offence “Sorry you look fabulous” he corrects and you kiss his cheek
Everyone catches up before turning to the door as the music starts. The ceremony was beautiful and you were sure whatever Bill and Fleur were saying was super romantic but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Ginny, she just looked so pretty up there it felt like you were falling in love all over again
“You got some drool” Harry leans over, whispering
You don’t tear your eyes away but you do pat your face to check before gently elbowing your godbrother “Fuck off” you whisper back
After the ceremony and watching the newlyweds have their first dance you make a bee line for Ginny who was looking over the buffet table
“Hello darlin” you greet, wrapping your arms around her from behind, head resting on her shoulder
Ginny smiles, leaning into you “Hi love” she turns her head to give you a quick kiss
You shift around holding out your hand “Wanna dance?” you curl your fingers, a big smile on your face
She nods, taking your hand right away and funnily enough being the one to drag you over to the dance floor
“Merlin Gin” you giggle at her as she stops
She giggles too “You’ll be saying that later” she winks and your eyes widen
“I was going to ask if you wanted to take lead or not but I think I already know the answer” you say feeling a little shy as her eyes trail over you
She grins, taking your hand in hers and moving your other to her shoulder “I am feeling rather flirty today” she confesses “Hard not to when my girl looks like this" she twirls you around
"Just copying you my darlin'" you nudge your nose with hers as you both sway to the music “You think our wedding will be like this?” you wonder
Her eyes light “Oh yeah, but mum loves me best so it’ll be bigger and better. I’m picturing the ceiling having flowers hanging down and little lights floating, kinda like our spot in the forest” she shines and you kiss her cheek
“Sounds perfect” you say softly “I'll be marrying you after all" you peck her lips "It’s already perfect”
Now it’s her turn to bite her lip and get shy, her grip tightening as she pulls you that little bit closer
“I love you...” she says meeting your eyes “...so so much” she adds, tone firm and assuring, but her look of pure adoration more than matches her words
“Love you more” you wink, eventually closing your eyes whilst soaking up the romance of the moment, foreheads finding each others as you dance in your own world, everyone else long forgotten
While you dance your fathers happen to be dancing nearby
“Hands off” Remus hisses light-heartedly
Sirius rolls his eyes “You like it” he reaches his hand back down
“I do but there are kids about…our kids about” he says swatting Sirius hand away
“Fine” Sirius removes his hand and moves it else were
Remus pokes his cheek “That doing it for you?” he looks down
Sirius bobs his head squishing his hand on Remus’ chest “So so, not as nice as your arse but your tits’ll do”
They hear a laugh next to them “Having fun?” James asks with a raised eyebrow before looking down at his wife
“Don’t you dare” she warns him and his hand returns to her hip “Having fun?” she asks your fathers
They nod “The Weasleys sure know how to throw a wedding” Sirius says as he and Remus nod with a smiles
James smiles “Might not be long till their throwing one for them” he motions to you and Ginny, watching you with smiles as you both take turns nudging your noses together before sharing a sweet kiss
Thank you for reading 💛
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It's finally done!
And only three days late!
my @911reversebang fic
California (AO3) inspired by the awesome art by redpinkdots
TK doesn't move to Austin with Owen after his OD but decides to check himself into rehab to get clean once and for all.
Only reading websites is hard and things aren't exactly the way he thought they would be.
A/N: I got this idea the first time I saw the artwork and I was so excited when I got assigned this. But life™ kind of got in the way and I really struggled with this fic in more ways than one. Though I'm pretty happy with the result in the end and I hope you'll enjoy it too.
And just FYI - all I know about both California and rehab facilities is what I've seen and heard in various tv shows and quick google searches... so it's probably hella inaccurate... but just go with it.
TW: Mentions of TK's overdose and addiction
TK opened his eyes and closed them again right away. The bright lights hurt his eyes and he groaned trying to remember where he was and how he’d gotten there. Because he definitely wasn’t in his bed in his apartment.
“TK? Are you awake?” a familiar voice asked but the fog in his brain wouldn’t lift enough for him to put a face and name to it.
“Welcome back mister Strand. You gave everyone quite the scare.” Someone else said and this time TK was sure he didn’t know them.
Someone, possibly the same person, adjusted his blanket and suddenly he noticed a beeping noise.
He opened his eyes a tiny bit and saw nothing but bright and white.
His brain needed a minute to process the information.
Hospital.
Again.
Shit.
He squeezed his eyes shut yet again.
“Hey, it’s ok. I’m here. We both are.”
“Dad?” he asked, or more like croaked. His throat hurt and his mouth was dry.
“Yeah, I’m here. It’s ok. You’re going to be ok.” He felt his dad squeeze his hand.
Someone grabbed his other hand and when TK turned his head to look at them, a white hot knife was slammed into his brain.
Or at least that’s how it felt.
He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed in and out a few times to get the pain to subside.
In through his nose, out through his mouth.
Suddenly a familiar scent hit his senses and this time he knew exactly what it meant.
“Mom?”
Her perfume was always a comfort to him. Ever since he was a little boy. Only now it reminded him of how much he’d let her down. Again.
“Yes sweetheart I’m here. I’m right here. You’re going to be ok. I’ll make sure of it.”
He slowly opened his eyes again and saw his mother sitting next to his hospital bed.
“What happened?”
“We were hoping you could tell us.” His dad said from his other side.
“Owen.” Gwyn warned him and then turned to her son. “You’re in hospital… they uh… they had to pump your stomach. Your dad found you in your apartment.”
“You OD-ed. You weren’t breathing. I had to use Narcan to bring you back.” Owen told him and seemed to struggle to swallow past the lump in his throat. “If we’d been just a little bit later…”
“But you weren’t.” Gwyn cut in, clearly eager to move the conversation along. “Just… try to get some rest and when you’re ready, you can tell us what happened.” She squeezed TK’s hand.
“What time is it?”
“About 4.30.” Owen answered after glancing at his watch. “Don’t worry, the nurses won’t kick us out after visiting hours.”
“No… I… I have to go.” TK said, trying to sit up and ignore the pain in his body. “My shift starts at 5. I have to go. I can’t be late.”
“Wow, wow, wow. TK calm down. Son. TK.” Owen tried, getting up from his seat and trying to make TK stay in bed.
“Tyler Kennedy Strand.” Gwyn started and TK knew he was in trouble whenever his mother used his full name. “You stay in that bed and rest until someone with MD behind their name says otherwise.”
TK considered his options for a minute and then relaxed under his father’s grip and sagged back against the bed.
Owen squeezed his shoulder.
“You’ve been through a lot. Just take your time. The guys understand.”
“They know?”
Owen glanced at Gwyn for help before taking a deep breath.
“What? What’s going on?” TK asked.
“Some of them were with me when I found you. The others I had to tell when you didn’t show up for your shift.”
“What? My shift starts at five.”
“No… Your shift started at five on Sunday. It’s Wednesday now. You’ve been in a coma for three days.”
“What? I… how… That… It can’t be.”
“I’ll leave you to it.” The voice from before said and this time TK glanced around and saw a nurse of around his age. “The doctor will be around later to asses you.” She told him and left.
“Asses me? What does that mean?”
His parents shared a look.
“I think they’ll want to do a psych evaluation… to determine if you need to be admitted as a suicide risk.” Owen said after a beat.
TK sighed and closed his eyes.
“Great.”
“Should they?”
He opened one eye.
“Should they what?”
“Admit you as a suicide risk?”
“What? No!” TK said immediately but the look on his parents faces told him he wasn’t very convincing. “I don’t know… I’m pretty tired. I think I just need to get some rest.” He turned away from Owen.
Unfortunately that meant he was now facing his mother.
“Does it have something to do with Alex?” Gwyn asked and TK felt his heart shatter all over again at the mention of his boyfriend’s name. Or ex-boyfriend now he supposed. “I know you were going to propose… and he’s not here now…”
TK threw an accusing glare over his shoulder at his father.
“You told her?”
“I didn’t realise it was a secret. You were all but shouting it from the Empire State building.”
“It wasn’t your news to share! I would have told her myself if there was something to tell!”
“So is there something to tell?” Gwyn interrupted, well trained in stopping arguments between her son and ex-husband before they could explode.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” TK said, pulling the blanket up to his ears and closing his eyes. “I’m tired.”
---
A few days, multiple tests, and a mandatory psych evaluation later, TK found himself back in his childhood bedroom in his mom’s apartment.
He’d fought his parents tooth and nail to let him go back to his own place, insisting he was fine, but they’d blatantly refused.
He’d overheard Owen making calls to clear his schedule so he could be there for him, and his mom had told him she’d be working from home for the foreseeable and it was up to him to decide which parent he’d move in with.
He’d picked her because at least she’d be working and wouldn’t be hovering over him 24/7 like his dad would if neither of them would have anything to do all day.
He knew it was because they cared, but he just wanted to wallow in peace.
He rolled over in the small single bed to check his phone. Mostly out of habit since it had died on him days ago and his charger was still on his bedside table in his apartment.
Deep down he knew that if he’d been left alone with a fully charged phone, he would have ended up doing something he’d regret.
Something like calling Alex and begging him to take him back. Or yelling at him and calling him every name under the sun.
Possibly both.
But he was petty enough not to want to admit that to either of his parents.
Suddenly a knock on his bedroom door snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Permission to enter without you taking your bad mood out on me?”
TK looked up and pushed himself up on his elbows.
“Enzo?”
“Hey kid, I come in peace.”
“What are you doing here? Did mom send you to check up on me?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Enzo said, sitting down in TK’s desk chair.
“That’s a yes then.” TK said and sat up. “Wait, how did you get in? I didn’t hear the doorbell and mom is at the office.”
Enzo held up a keyring with several keys on it.
“There is this great invention called keys. They let you get into places without ringing the doorbell.” He joked.
“You have a key to this place?”
“Of course.”
TK narrowed his eyes.
“Are you and mom back together?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny.” Enzo replied with a grin. “And I’m not here to talk about me. How are you holding up?”
TK shrugged.
“Mostly bored. Daytime tv sucks and I’m getting sick of staring at these walls. But it’s better than mom and dad constantly hovering over me and checking up on me.”
“Don’t you think they have good reason to do that? It’s not like you stubbed your toe.”
“I know.” TK sighed and let himself fall back on his bed. “I just want to forget it happened. All of it. But I can’t. Dad put me on medical leave and mom made me come back here instead of letting me go back home.”
Enzo nodded.
“She told me.”
TK rolled onto his side, leaning on his elbow.
“She won’t leave me alone for more than an hour. She’s only gone now because she absolutely had to go to the office and couldn’t get out of it. And now she’s sent you to babysit me.”
“I’ve had worse afternoons.” Enzo shrugged.
TK let out a grunt and dropped back onto his bed again, trying to ignore the feeling of being thirteen and grounded for doing something stupid while Enzo tried to get him to talk about why he’d done what he did.
“I didn’t… plan it…” TK started after a while. “I just… I wanted… to stop feeling.”
“And taking a bunch of pills was the way to do that?”
“I know it was stupid alright? But I wasn’t thinking clearly.” TK admitted and sat up again. “I proposed to Alex and he turned me down.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah. And then he told me he was in love with his spin instructor and they’d been dating behind my back.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “I thought we had a future together, he was just trying to get rid of me. I’m such an idiot.”
“You trusted the guy you fell in love with. That doesn’t sound so idiotic to me.”
TK shook his head.
“I always do this. I fall for a guy who doesn’t like me back or just wants something casual.”
“I know this isn’t what you want to hear right now…” Enzo started and waited until he had TK’s full attention. “But one day, and I hope that day will come soon, you’re going to meet someone who is as crazy about you as you are about him. And you’re going to be so happy. So happy that this will be nothing but a bad memory.”
“You’re right. That’s not what I want to hear.” TK told him and looked down at his duvet. “And it’s never going to happen anyway. I’m damaged goods. Nobody is going to want to be with me.”
---
“If you’re going to my place to get clean clothes you might as well take me with you.” TK pleaded with his father. “I’ll stay where you can see me the whole time, I promise. I just want my phone charger and my laptop. I’m not going to score, I’m just bored.”
It was a few days after his talk with Enzo, and after some pushing from his stepfather, he’d told his parents why he’d taken the pills.
It had both cleared the air and made them hover and smother him even more. He was going stir crazy and would do just about anything to get out of the apartment.
Owen hesitated for a minute but then sighed.
“Fine. We can’t keep you locked in here forever I suppose.”
“Exactly.” TK jumped up from his seat and went to grab his jacket. “Come on, let’s go.”
They decided to walk to TK’s apartment instead of getting the subway in the middle of rush hour.
“Maybe we can stop by the station on the way back. So I can let the guys know I’m ok and I’ll be back at work soon.”
“Back at work? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Did you call that therapist for an appointment?”
“What? No. I don’t need one. I just need to get back to work. Like you said, I can’t keep hanging around mom’s apartment all day and you can’t keep getting Enzo to check up on me when you’re at work.”
“He offered to stop by! He wanted to catch up and see how you were doing.”
“Well I’m fine.” TK insisted. “And I’d be even better if you’d let me go back to work.”
“I will. Once your therapist signs off on it.” Owen told him and then lowered his voice. “You nearly died TK. You overdosed. I know why you did it, I know it wasn’t an accident, and I can’t let you go back on shift when you’re not in the right headspace. You’d be putting the whole team at risk.”
TK rolled his eyes and started walking faster, zigzagging between commuters and groups of tourists in an attempt to shake off his dad. It was petty and childish but in that moment he didn’t care.
He reached his apartment door with Owen far enough behind to not even be in sight, which pleased his inner angry teenager greatly. He put a hand in his pocket to grab his keys, only to remember he didn’t have them on him.
His dad had been to his apartment to get him a change of clothes when he’d been released from hospital and had taken his keys.
“Great.” He muttered and sat down in front of his door to sulk and wait for his dad.
Only when he heard footsteps approaching a few minutes later, it wasn’t Owen who came round the corner.
“Alex.”
“TK. Hey.” Alex smiled and TK hated that he still got butterflies in his stomach from just being near him.
“What are you doing here?”
“Just coming to see how you are. I don’t like the way we left things.” Alex explained. “I’ve been trying to call you but it keeps going to voicemail.”
“Phone is dead.” TK snapped. “And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t want to talk to you.”
“Oh come on TK. People break up all the time. We can still be friends, right?”
TK snorted.
“Friends? Do you really think I want to be friends with you?” He stood up. “You broke my heart, Alex. I loved you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you! I proposed!”
“Yeah… well… you always were more into it all than me.”
“Just go Alex. Leave me alone.” TK sighed and turned his back to the other man, wishing again he had his keys on him.
“I uh… actually… needed to talk to you…? I uh… lost my sunglasses. The designer ones I bought last summer? Did I leave them at your place?”
“Are you for real?!” TK exploded, just as Owen rounded the corner.
“What’s going on here?”
“I was just asking TK if I’d left my sunglasses at his place.” Alex explained, trying to sound casual. He knew full well Owen didn’t like him.
“After he dumped me for his spin instructor when I proposed to him!” TK yelled. “You cheated on me for god knows how long and if I hadn’t proposed you still wouldn’t have told me!”
“That’s not true. I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
“How considerate.” TK said sarcastically. “Just go away and leave me alone. I don’t have your stupid sunglasses. Maybe ask your other boyfriend if he’s seen them.” He held his hand out to Owen. “Keys please.”
Owen handed him the keys and put himself between TK and Alex, staring the man down.
“TK doesn’t want to talk to you and if you don’t leave now, I know some people in the NYPD who might want to talk to you instead.”
“Breaking up with someone is not a crime.”
“Maybe not. But harassment is.”
“TK just let me have a quick look around for my sunglasses. I know I wore them last time I came over.” Alex said, attempting to step around Owen to get to TK but Owen stopped him with a glare and a hand on his chest.
“I think you should leave. Now. Before I do something I regret.”
“Are you threatening me Captain Strand?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now leave.”
After a minute Alex decided to cut his losses.
“Let me know if you find them!” he called out to TK before turning and walking down the stairs.
Owen rolled his eyes and walked into TK’s apartment, doing his best to ignore the place he’d found TK barely two weeks ago, pale, cold, and barely holding onto life.
Thankfully this time, TK was alive and well and shoving clothes into a bag.
“Do you need me to grab anything?” Owen offered.
“Bathroom.” TK replied, voice breaking as if he was trying not to cry. Owen decided to leave him be for now and just busied himself gathering TK’s shampoo and shaving kit.
Maybe they could make a quick stop downtown after all on the way back to Gwyn’s place. Seeing the crew might cheer him up and take his mind off things.
---
Despite Owen’s best efforts, TK hadn’t cheered up from a visit to their firehouse and had barely left his bedroom since they’d gotten back to Gwyn’s place.
He was worried about him and he knew Gwyn was too.
Almost a week had passed without TK making any kind of move to pick himself back up and Owen had convinced Gwyn to stage an intervention with him to pull TK out of his own mind.
That’s where they were now. The three of them sat at Gwyn’s kitchen table, staring each other down, none of them really knowing where to start.
“I don’t know what your plan was, but if it was just us sitting here, staring at each other, you can do it without me.” TK said and pushed his chair back and got up.
“TK. Sit down.” Gwyn told him and reached out for his hand. “Please. Your father and I just want to talk to you.”
TK sighed and sat back down.
“About what? That I should go to therapy? Or NA? That you’ll be there for me every step of the way? That it’ll be good for me?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, gearing up for a fight.
“I got offered a job.” Owen interrupted. “In Austin, Texas. Rebuilding a firehouse that lost almost its entire crew.”
“Ok.” TK said after a minute of letting the sudden change of subject sink in. “Good for you, dad.”
“I think I’m going to take it.”
TK nodded.
“So you’re moving to Texas then.”
“Yeah… I… we… your mother and I… we both think you should come with me.”
“What? No way. My life is here. My friends, my job.”
“You’ll make new friends. Better friends.”
“Friends who don’t use.” TK deadpanned.
“Would that be such a bad thing?” Owen asked. “And you’ll have a job at the firehouse with me.”
“So you can check up on me.” TK said, daring him to disagree. “And why would I move to hate crime, USA? I’m gay, dad. And Jewish. Texas isn’t the most welcoming place for people like me.”
“I’m sure a big city like Austin isn’t so bad.” Gwyn offered. “If you want to go back to temple I can reach out and ask for recommendations for LGBT+ friendly places in Austin.”
“I’m not moving to Texas!” TK yelled and got up and started pacing. “I actually found a rehab place in California. I emailed them to ask if they have a place for me. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure there was anything to tell, but if they get back to me and tell me I can come, I’m going. A few weeks of yoga on the beach and I’ll be fine. I’ll be able to go back to work and actually do the things I trained for instead of hanging around this place all day.”
“California?” Gwyn interrupted. “When did you find that place?”
“The other day. When we got back from packing up my stuff.”
“Ok. And what kind of place is it? Can you show me the website?”
“It’s just this wellness thing. I don’t have the details right now.” TK brushed her off and turned his attention to his phone when it buzzed in his pocket.
“If it’s yoga you want, I can go to yoga classes with you here. You don’t need to go to the other side of the country.” Owen offered. “Just no goat yoga. I’ve heard weird things about that.” He tried to joke to relieve the tension.
TK didn’t reply just focused on his phone.
“Everything alright? TK?”
“Uh yeah, yeah… I just got an email from that place in California I found… they have a place for me. I can start the program as soon as tomorrow.”
“That’s good isn’t it?” Gwyn asked “That’s what you wanted.”
“Yeah… I uh… just didn’t think I’d be able to start so soon.”
“You don’t have to go.” Owen said, trying to find the right words. “I mean. You can go to NA here, I can come with you. There are clinics and programs here in NYC too. You don’t have to do it all on your own. I want to help you. So does your mother.”
“I know dad… but I… I think I just… I need to get away. I just… need to put as much distance between me and… everything that’s bad for me here.” TK said as if he was telling himself why going to California was the best thing for him.
“Like Alex.”
“No. Yes. Not just him. This isn’t his fault. It’s on me.”
“Him being a lying, cheating…”
“Dad…”
“What?” Owen asked. “It sure as hell didn’t help, did it?”
TK shook his head.
“You’ve never liked him.”
“Clearly with good reason.”
“Tell me more about this place in California you found?” Gwyn interrupted, trying to get the conversation back on track. “What do they offer except yoga?”
“It’s… some kind of retreat. I think. I signed up pretty quickly so I wouldn’t change my mind.”
“But it’s a rehab facility?”
“Yeah. They have medical staff and they offer therapy. I think I’ll be good for me.”
“Why don’t you just come to Texas with me? We’ll start over together.” Owen offered. “I’m sure they have yoga classes in Texas too.”
“No, dad… I need to do this on my own. I want to do this. I want to get clean once and for all.”
“And you think going to California will help you do that?” Gwyn asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I think so.” TK told them. “And there was this guy in the academy with me. Evan B... something. He transferred to LA to be closer to his sister or whatever… I don’t really remember. But maybe I can message him when I’m done, see if there are any jobs going with the LAFD. Stay out west for a while.”
“You have a job here. And I can get you a job in Texas.” Owen said, earning him a glare from his ex-wife. “But if you think California is the right thing to do for you… we’ll both support you.
---
A few days, a maxed out credit card, a teary airport goodbye, an exhausting flight, and a three hour time difference to mess with his head later, TK stepped off the plane in California and went to the motions of reclaiming his bag.
He threw it over his shoulder and shuffled through the arrivals hall with the rest of the passengers. As soon as he walked through the doors, someone rushed past him. He wanted to snap at the guy and maybe throw in a snide comment or two, but then he saw him practically throw himself at another guy holding a heart shaped balloon and he had to look away. He couldn’t deal with happy couples right now.
Instead he made himself focus on looking for whoever the clinic had sent to pick him up.
He noticed a guy in a simple button down shirt and jeans instead of the usual corporate three piece grey suit holding a sign that, upon closer inspection, said Tyler Strand.”
“Hi. I think you’re here for me.” He told the guy, walking up to him.
“Are you Tyler Strand?”
“Yeah. I uh… go by TK actually. “Tyler Kennedy. Two first names. My parents have never agreed on anything in their lives, naming me was no different… this was their compromise.”
“Oh. Sorry about that. I just copied what was on the form.”
“It’s fine. Someone getting my name wrong is the least of my problems at the moment.”
“Yeah.” The guy said and cleared his throat. “ Uhm… Do you have everything? Your luggage?”
“Just this.” TK shrugged the shoulder his bag was hanging from.
“Alright. Let’s get going then. It’s not that far from here. Only about an hour and a half’s drive.” The guy told him and started walking. “I’m Carlos by the way.”
TK followed him out of the airport and to the parking lot where he unlocked a plain black car, thankfully without any logos or the name of the retreat on it.
“Just throw your bag in the back, it’s open.” Carlos told him and TK did as he was told before getting into the car.
They pulled out of the parking lot and soon they were onto the highway.
As much as TK tried to focus on the random pop songs playing on the radio, the guy sitting next to him intrigued him for some reason and he wanted to talk to him to find out more about him.
“So are you a therapist or just the driver?”
“I’m not a therapist.” Carlos told him, glancing back and forth between TK and the road. “Though I’ve been told I’m a good listener if you want to talk.” He shot TK a quick smile.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I’m more of an activities kind of guy.”
“Activities? What is this, summer camp?”
Carlos laughed.
“Well… in a way. Though a bit unconventional. Maybe more like boy scouts? For adults.”
“I was never a boy scout.” TK shrugged. “Born and raised in Manhattan. The most exotic place my parents took me was the Bronx zoo.”
Carlos laughed.
“I’ll try not to hold it against you.”
They made small talk about the music on the radio, the latest celebrity scandal, an upcoming superhero film, and even the weather, until TK felt himself getting drowsy and rested his head against the window, planning to close his eyes for five minutes.
The next thing he knew was Carlos gently shaking his shoulder to wake him up.
“Hey, you fell asleep about an hour ago but we’re here.”
TK rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around.
“Right. Ok. Sorry about that.”
“It’s ok. You probably needed the rest.” Carlos gave him a friendly smile and helped him grab his stuff from the trunk. “Do you want to go over the paperwork now or do you want to get settled in first?”
“Papers.” TK replied right away. “Get it over with.”
“Alright, follow me.”
Carlos lead him into a building and down a few hallways. They met a couple of people along the way and Carlos greeted them all in passing. Though they all seemed to be staff rather than patients and it made TK curious.
“How many people are here.. for uh… help?”
“About 30 in total. Not that many.” Carlos replied, opening a door with a key card. “That way we have more time to curate people’s experience based on their needs.”
TK snorted.
“Did you just quote the website?”
Carlos shot him a grin.
“What can I say, I like to be prepared.”
He opened another door and entered an office and gestured for TK to sit down.
“Just give me a minute to find everything. I don’t usually do the paperwork thing and this isn’t my office.” He explained. “I don’t have an office.”
“It’s fine.” TK shrugged. “It’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to be.”
Carlos opened a few drawers and pulled out some forms.
“Ok, let’s get started. First question. When is the last time you used?”
“Anything?”
“Hmm.”
“On the plane here…” TK admitted reluctantly.
“What did you take?”
“Just… two little bottles of vodka from the drinks cart. To take the edge off.”
Carlos nodded and wrote down TK’s answers.
“Anything else?”
“No.”
“And before today? What was your drug of choice?”
“Anything I could get my hands on…” TK told him, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands. Thankfully the track marks on his arms weren’t nearly as bad as they could have been, but he still felt self-conscious about them.
Carlos’s eyes flicked to his arms but he didn’t acknowledge the move.
“Ok. You said you overdosed in your application, what did you use?”
“Pills… they were easiest to get…” TK answered, squirming in his seat, regretting not choosing to go to his room first.
“Oxy?”
“Yes… do we really have to do this?”
Carlos put his pen down.
“You can fill it in yourself if you’d rather… but one of us has to somehow. These need to be filled in and filed before your treatment can fully start.”
“Right.”
“Look, I know this is a lot but it’s only going to get better from here.”
“Hopefully.”
“You don’t think you can do it?”
TK sighed and leaned back in his chair.
“I want to. For my parents. I’ve caused them so much pain…”
“But…” Carlos prompted.
“But… this isn’t my first time trying to get clean.” TK sighed. “I just… don’t know if I can do it. Maybe this is as good as it gets.” He shrugged. “I get clean for a few months and then just… find a reason to score again.”
“And why shouldn’t this time be different? Why shouldn’t this time be the time you kick the habit for good?”
TK shook his head.
“I don’t know. I’m pretty tired. Can we finish this another time? Tomorrow maybe?”
Carlos smiled and TK felt a little bit of the pent up anxiety slowly slip away.
“Sure. I’ll show you to your room.”
---
The next morning TK was woken up by someone knocking on his door.
He dragged himself out of bed and opened it to see Carlos standing there in work out gear.
“Morning.” He said happily. “Are you ready to start the day?”
“What?” TK blinked and tried to wake himself up enough to figure out what was going on.
“It’s a nice morning. We’re going for a run. The others are on their way too.”
“Others? Run? What?”
“It’s part of the program you signed up for.” Carlos said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Healthy body and a healthy mind.”
“I… I don’t… I… think… uhm… I don’t understand.”
Carlos smiled.
“Not a morning person?”
“No. Yes. I mean. What the hell is going on?”
“It’s time to start the day with a run. And then when we’re done with that we can finish the paperwork from yesterday before the afternoon program starts.”
“Afternoon program?” TK shook his head in an attempt to wake himself up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The program.” Carlos said and proceeded to run TK through an itinerary that exhausted him just listening to it.
“I… What’s going on?” TK asked “Is this bootcamp for navy SEALs?”
“Hardly.” Carlos snorted “But this is what you signed up for.”
“No… I think I’d remember joining the army.”
“I know it can be a lot on your first day but you get used to it soon enough. Trust me.”
“I… I think there’s been a mistake. I was under the impression this was more… yoga on the beach and spiritual awareness and all that.”
“Well… I do yoga in my spare time, I know a few poses. I’m not an instructor or anything but we can set something up after dinner maybe.”
“After going through special ops training? I don’t think I’ll be alive.”
“It’s not so bad. Honestly.”
“Somehow I doubt that. I guess I didn’t really read the website that well when I signed up. I uh… I’m sorry for wasting your time. I’ll figure out a way to get back to the airport and see if there’s room on a flight back east any time soon.”
Carlos crossed his arms in front of his chest and TK had to force himself to not let his eyes linger on the way his muscles moved under his shirt.
“So you’re just giving up? I didn’t think you were a quitter.” He uncrossed his arms. “But I guess it’s easier to leave than to admit you can’t cut it.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s ok.” He shrugged. “Not everyone can handle this program. It’s good to know your limits. I’ll drive you back to the airport myself. Do you need to call anyone? The phone signal is kind of hit and miss out here. Mostly miss.”
TK knew Carlos was baiting him but he wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
“Give me five minutes.”
---
TK considered himself to be in pretty good shape. His firefighter training made sure of that. He’d been in the top 5 of his class in the academy and could definitely hold his own compared to the more experienced members of his crew.
Only the program he’d apparently signed up for now seemed designed to actually kill him. He was sure even Navy SEALS would think it was too much.
The morning run wasn’t just a few miles in the area or even on a track, but through the woods near the facility. Uphill and down again. Avoiding tree roots, rocks, overgrown areas, and random holes.
They were running in a group but TK, as well as some other patients, were trailing behind.
Just as he was trying to figure out a route back to base camp as he’d started calling the clinic in his head, Carlos caught up with him.
“How are you holding up?”
“I don’t know. Fine.” TK panted. “Is this your tactic? Trying to kill me? If I’m dead I won’t think about wanting to use?”
Carlos chuckled.
“Has anyone ever told you, you can be pretty dramatic?”
TK grinned.
“Often. But it’s part of my charm.” He said and dropped down at the foot of a tree to catch his breath.
Carlos gestured to his coworker and the rest of the group to keep going and sat down next to him.
“So when did you decide to be an army drill sergeant?” TK asked, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“I’m a cop actually. Or… used to be I guess.”
“That explains a lot.”
“It does?”
“You like torturing people.”
“I like helping people.” Carlos insisted. “That’s why I left the force. A friend of a friend got me this job. I figured I could do more good here than arresting people for minor offences.”
TK nodded.
“That’s… very noble of you.” He settled on.
“Try telling my family that.” Carlos sighed. “My whole family is in law enforcement somehow. My dad especially wasn’t happy when I quit my job. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps, carry on the family legacy.”
“Yeah… I know a thing or two about following in your father’s footsteps.” TK said and leaned back against the tree.
They sat in silence for a while until they heard the rest of the group coming closer and got up to join them again.
---
“So how did you end up here? You don’t seem like the typical Californian surfer dude.”
Carlos laughed.
“What do they look like then?”
TK shrugged.
“I don’t know. Not like you. More… bleached blond and beady necklaces. And flip flops.”
“Well you’ve got me there. I’m from Texas originally. Austin.”
“Really?”
“Yup. I grew up on a ranch on the outskirts of the city.”
“A ranch? So you’re a farmer? Or a cowboy?”
“Neither. Both. It’s complicated.”
TK nodded.
“Does complicated have a name?”
“Yeah. Dad.”
It had become a thing. Whenever they could get away with it, TK and Carlos would just hang out and talk. No pressure from the group sessions or the one on one talks with his assigned therapist, but just the two of them.
Since he’d gone through the worst of the withdrawal in hospital back in New York, his treatment mostly consisted of working on his mental health. And thankfully for him, talking to Carlos did just that. They had a similar sense of humour, similar complicated relationships with their families, and just generally got on well.
He’d told him about Alex, Carlos told him about marrying his best friend in an attempt to please his family.
“How did that work out for you?”
“Badly.” Carlos shrugged. “I mean we’re still friends… and my mom had a framed picture of us on display with the rest of the family pictures. For a while I told myself that meant I’d done the right thing. But it wasn’t.”
“If we were allowed to drink here, I’d buy you a beer and we could raise a glass to making bad decisions to please our parents.”
---
A few days later, the group TK was in was going on a hike with an overnight stay in the woods near the clinic.
TK was less than enthusiastic about it, and told Carlos as much (repeatedly) as he helped pack tents and other gear.
“Just think of it as going camping.” Carlos offered. “It’ll be fun. Connecting with nature and stuff. Maybe I can even smuggle in some ‘smores.”
TK gave him a blank look.
“I’m from NYC. I grew up in Manhattan. My parents are workaholics. What makes you think I ever went camping as a kid.?”
“You mean you never pitched a tent in central park?” Carlos joked. “Or maybe swam in that fountain you see in every movie?”
“I’ve done a lot of things in Central Park…” TK started. “But somehow never that.”
“Well, maybe you should. It’s good to have a goal in life.”
“Only if you come bail me out when I get arrested.”
“I don’t know, it’s kind of a long commute from here.”
TK laughed and ducked his head. Their talks had started to get a little, or a lot, flirty and he was fairly confident Carlos liked it as much as he did. Liked him.
Only every time TK thought the other man might make a move, or when he was hyping himself up to do so, Carlos would come up with some excuse that meant he had to be as far away from TK as possible for at least a couple of hours.
He wanted to ask why but also wasn’t ready for a simple answer like Carlos just not liking him like that.
So instead he said nothing and just admired Carlos from a distance and made himself talk to other people.
Which was going fine until about 15 minutes into their hike when one of the other patients tripped and fell down a hill.
TK’s first responders training kicked in and he rushed over to them, skidding and sliding down the hill.
“Let me have a look, I’m a paramedic. Don’t move.” He told the woman. He’d talked to her a few times and vaguely remembered her name was Hannah and she was from Wisconsin. He tried to examine her as best he could without his medical gear. She had a head wound and her leg was obviously broken.
He noticed someone coming down the hill after them and didn’t have to look to know it was Carlos.
“I have a first aid kit. It’s got the basics.” He said, unzipping his backpack.
With Carlos’ help, TK managed to treat Hannah’s injuries while one of the other staff members radioed for a medevac to get her out of there and to a hospital.
“Someone needs to get up there to show the helicopter where exactly we are. It’s the only place they’ll be able to land.” Carlos said, nodding at a an open place higher up from where they were and turned to TK. “How are you with heights?”
“Fine.” TK shrugged. “I’m a firefighter.”
“I thought you said you were a paramedic?”
“I am. Both. I’m dual certified.”
“Really? That’s impressive.”
They carefully climbed up to the landing spot and with help of the rest of the group and the paramedics, they got Hannah onto the helicopter and on her way to the hospital.
“You two make a pretty good team.” Luke, one of the other patients said, and TK found himself agreeing with him.
“Yeah, we do, don’t we?” Carlos said with a smile.
---
“We’ll set up camp on the other side of this river.” One of the other staff members announced as the group walked up to a river a while later.
“And how do we get there?” TK asked, fearing he already knew the answer.
“We cross it.”
“By bridge?”
Next to him Carlos laughed.
“Did they teach you to swim in firefighter training?”
“They did not actually. The only water I handled in that was the kind that’s supposed to save you from burning to death in abandoned warehouses.”
“That’s… oddly specific.” Lexi, the other staff member commented.
TK shrugged.
“It’s the easiest thing to set up for training recruits.”
“Anyway.” Carlos clapped his hands. “I hope everyone can swim because we’re going through the water to the other side of the river.”
“And how do we do that with all of the stuff we’ve been dragging around?” TK asked him.
“You tell me.”
TK raised an eyebrow.
“This is beginning to feel more and more like summer camp. Or boy scouts.”
“I thought you’d never been a boy scout?”
“I’ve seen them on tv.”
Carlos laughed.
“Well in the beginning you were calling this basic training for Navy SEALs so I guess you’re getting used to it all.” He winked and TK suddenly didn’t mind the hiking and the camping so much anymore.
After some arguing and general chaos, the group managed to work together to create some kind of raft to get them and their gear to the other side of the river, without swimming.
Only the raft wasn’t very stable and when it was TK’s turn, he leaned to one side too much, causing the raft to flip and him ending up in the water.
Thankfully it was a warm day so he didn’t mind too much. But he could’ve done without making a fool out of himself in front of Carlos.
Carlos who was getting into the water with him to help him get his stuff onto the river bank.
Carlos who looked unfairly gorgeous in a wet t shirt.
“Are you ok?” He asked TK who was trying to swim to shore with some of his dignity intact.
“Yeah. Just a bruised ego.”
After the rest of the group made it across in one piece, they all helped Carlos and TK get out of the water and see how much of their stuff was still ok to use.
“I think you two should just go dry out in the sun for a while.” Lexi told them. “We’ll lay out your tent, TK, so it can dry too.”
“My tent is big enough for the both of us.” Carlos cut in. “We’ll lay your sleeping bag out in the sun and we’ll just share my tent. If that’s ok with you?” He asked TK who was about to actually jump for joy.
“Sure.” He replied, hoping he sounded a lot more casual than he felt. “I promise I don’t snore.” He joked.
“That’s ok. I can sleep through anything. My sisters used to share a bedroom next to mine when I was a kid and they fought a lot. The walls were paper thin.” Carlos told him as he and TK made their way over to a sunny spot by some rocks near to where the rest of the group was setting up the camp.
TK sat down and closed his eyes, tilting his face up to the afternoon sun.
“We should probably get out of these wet clothes.” Carlos said after a few minutes.
TK opened his eyes and looked at him plucking at his wet t-shirt, obviously uncomfortable.
He grinned.
“Are you trying to get me naked?
“What? No, no, no. I just don’t want you to catch hypothermia. And neither do I.”
“Well, you know the best way to warm up is sharing body heat.”
Carlos looked at him for what seemed like hours and TK could practically see the cogs turning in his head, working through the various replies, trying to find one that was still the right side of professional.
Fortunately or unfortunately, he wasn’t sure, some of the other patients joined them and their little hang out for two turned into a group therapy session.
“Oh my god, look at that!” TK exclaimed a little while later. “Don’t move guys, you’ll scare him off.”
Carlos followed TK’s line of sight and noticed a small lizard sitting on a nearby rock, observing the intruders in his territory, trying to find out if they were a threat.
“Look at him, he’s so cute.” TK slowly crawled over to the lizard. “Hey buddy. Did you come to say hello?” He carefully moved his hand to try and pet the animal.
“Careful. It might bite.”
“Not if it doesn’t feel threatened. It’s just coming to take a look. He’s just a curious little guy.”
“You like reptiles?” Luke asked, the look on his face making it clear he definitely didn’t.
“Yeah. They’re gorgeous and they can make such great pets. I had a friend in middle school who had a leopard gecko. It was so cute and smart. I was over there all the time.” TK said excitedly. “I practically begged my parents for a lizard for my birthday from then on. I did all the research and worked out where to buy food and everything.”
“Did you ever get it?” Carlos asked.
TK shook his head.
“My dad wanted a dog and my mom had and still has a parrot called Ginsburg.”
“After Ruth Bader Ginsburg?”
“Yeah. My mom’s a lawyer and a politics junkie.” TK said absentmindedly, while still trying to befriend the lizard. The entire group watched with bated breath as he slowly moved his pointer finger closer to the lizard’s head.
Only right before he could have touched it, the lizard decided it had had enough and scurried off.
TK pulled a disappointed face and sat back down.
“Better luck next time.” Luke offered and TK nodded.
“Yeah. Maybe I’ll get a lizard when I’m done here and going back home.”
Their little group spent the rest of the afternoon talking and just enjoying being out in nature.
By the time it started to get dark, they moved back to the place where they’d put up the tents and everyone got comfortable around the fire.
They talked, shared stories of their lives back home, and offered each other advice and support.
As the night went on, one by one people started calling it a night until it was just Carlos and TK left by the fire.
“Alone at last.” TK said as he moved to sit next to Carlos. “I thought they’d never leave us alone.”
Carlos glanced at him at smiled.
“Are you not enjoying spending time with your fellow patients?”
“They’re alright.” TK shrugged. “But I’d rather spend time with one person in particular.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. He’s kind, helpful, sweet, a great listener, and absolutely insanely gorgeous.”
Carlos bit his lip.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I’m a mess.” TK shook his head.
“Maybe. But you’re a hot mess.” Carlos told him, the late hour and the bubble they found themselves in apparently turning off any filter between his brain and his mouth.
TK felt his cheeks heat up but decided to throw caution to the wind and make his move. He leaned in, looking down at Carlos’ lips and back up into the soulful brown eyes that made his heart flutter.
The moment his lips met Carlos’ he felt himself come alive in ways he hadn’t ever thought possible. It started off as nothing more than a press of lips but soon grew more heated as TK ran his tongue along Carlos’ lips until he opened up for him.
He licked into his mouth while his hands had found their way into Carlos’ hair, running his fingers through the soft curls as Carlos ran his hands over TK’s back, pulling him impossibly closer.
Somewhere in the back of his mind TK knew someone could catch them at any given moment, but the feeling of finally getting to kiss Carlos after weeks of quietly pining for him was too good to stop and he wanted more.
He moved his hands from Carlos’ hair, down to his waist and slipping them under his shirt, letting them roam over his chest and stomach.
Carlos pulled back and started kissing his neck and TK discovered he was really into that.
Only when TK’s hands moved lower and started blindly fumbling with the button on Carlos’ jeans, somehow the spell was broken and the moment was gone.
Carlos jumped up and touched his fingers to his lips.
“This… can’t happen.”
“Why not?” TK asked, getting up and taking a step towards him. “We both want it.”
“I’m supposed to be helping you. I can’t take advantage of you like this.”
TK rolled his eyes.
“It’s not taking advantage if I want it.”
Carlos shook his head.
“We can’t. I… I can’t jeopardise your sobriety like this.”
“My sobriety is my own responsibility. That’s what this program is teaching me isn’t it? To take responsibility for my actions. This is me doing that. I want to kiss you and I know you want it too.”
TK took another step forward and closed the distance between them. He slowly leaned in and put his hand on Carlos’ cheek while looking him in the eye.
“I want this.” He said before pressing his lips to Carlos’ in a soft chaste kiss that couldn’t be more different from the first one.
Carlos seemed to almost melt under his touch and TK felt his resolve slipping as he started to kiss him back.
At least until his brain caught up with the rest of his body and he pulled away again.
“I can’t. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have… I just… I can’t. If anyone finds out I’ll get fired so fast… I’m crossing so many lines.”
“I don’t care. I like you. I want this.” TK told him.
“I do care.” Carlos said, almost begging him to understand. “I want to help people get their life back on track. I can’t… do this. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have… I screwed up. I’m sorry.”
“Do you not like me?” TK asked when Carlos had to pause his rambling to take a breath.
“I do. I like you a lot. And if things were different I wouldn’t hesitate to take you out on a date or cook you dinner… But I can’t take advantage of the situation like this.”
“But you’re not.” TK said, trying to make him understand. “You’re not.”
“I am. I’m supposed to help you. I’m supposed to… I don’t know… guide you. You’re a client. I’m in a position of power.”
“What if we just forget that? Just for tonight. And tomorrow we’ll just go back to how things were before.”
Carlos gave him a small smile and TK could tell he was seriously considering it.
“I wish I could.” He replied. “But I don’t think I could go back if I let myself get lost in you. You are… a force to be reckoned with TK Strand. And I wish things were different. I wish we’d just met in a bar or getting a coffee downtown. I wish I could get to know you without all of this.”
“You could. You can. The program is almost over. Nobody has to know. I won’t tell if you don’t.” TK told him and stepped closer again. “Please don’t make me beg.”
Carlos smiled and ran a hand through TK’s hair.
“You deserve the world.” He told him. “And don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”
Carlos stepped away and disappeared into the tent, only to come back out with his sleeping bag almost right away.
“I’ll sleep out here. It’s supposed to stay dry anyway.”
“Carlos don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. I can’t share a tent with you and not touch you. I don’t think I would be able to control myself.”
“Then don’t.” TK pleaded and he could tell Carlos was this close to giving in.
He took a deep breath and made himself step away.
“If things were different…” He looked at TK and shook his head slightly. “It’s better this way.”
The rest of his time in California, TK spent mostly on his own, mourning something he’d never really had.
A few other patients noticed he and Carlos weren’t attached at the hip anymore and his assigned therapist noticed his mood had changed.
He fed all of them some line about being homesick and ended up calling his dad and agreeing to join him in Austin.
On his last day, Carlos was nowhere to be found and TK told himself to accept he just wasn’t interested.
He said goodbye to the friends he’d made and made them promise to look him up if they ever found themselves in Austin Texas. He’d slipped a note under Carlos’ door telling him the same.
“Station 126. Just ask for me.”
One of the staff members TK had only seen but never talked to drove him to the airport and wished him the best.
When he landed in Austin, his dad was waiting for him and pulled him into a hug the moment he walked through the doors after the luggage reclaim.
The house Owen had bought looked like something straight from a home improvement show and TK did his best to make it feel like home.
The dog he’d adopted was a nice distraction and TK took it out on long walks to explore Austin together.
His new coworkers were nice enough and after a few weeks of working together they’d become a close knit friend group.
He hadn’t told them about Carlos however. He hadn’t told anyone. That kiss was his memory and his alone.
Though maybe he should take Paul and Marjan up on their offer of going out to explore the Austin nightlife on their next day off.
Maybe there would be someone to make him forget about Carlos, even if just for one night.
---
“I’m just saying, when in Rome. Or… when in Texas.” A young woman in a hijab said to a black man standing near her as they cleaned the fire engine. Carlos watched them through the open bay doors for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking in.
“Hi… I’m looking for TK Strand. Does he work here?”
“That depends. Who’s asking?” the woman asked.
“I’m Carlos. I’m a… friend from California.” He settled on, not sure how much TK’s coworkers knew about him.
Confusion flashed over the woman’s face and she looked at the man who just shrugged.
“Ok. Wait here. I’ll go see if he’s available.” She instructed him and turned around and walked up some stairs.
When she returned a few minutes later TK was right behind her.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and just stared.
“Carlos? What are you doing here?”
“You told me to look you up if I ever decided to go back to Austin… here I am.”
“I… Yeah… I can see that.” TK stammered, still not quite believing what he was seeing.
The woman and the man from before were still lurking, ready to jump in the moment they deemed it necessary.
“You ok TK?” the woman asked.
“Yeah, yeah it’s fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. He’s alright. He’s not the guy from New York.”
The woman nodded.
“Alright. Just yell if you need anything. There are a bunch of firefighters up there who have your back.” She said, not quite talking to TK anymore.
“I know. Thanks Marj.”
The woman nodded again and walked back up the stairs, the man following close behind.
“She’s…” Carlos trailed off, not sure what to say.
“Yeah. I told them about my ex… and my OD.”
“Oh. Good. I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure what you’d told people here…”
“Thanks, but I’ve decided to stop hiding who I am.” TK shrugged. “My addiction is always going to be a part of me. Hiding it won’t change that.”
Carlos nodded.
“That’s… that’s good. I uh… I’ve decided to do the same I guess.” He told TK.
“Not hide your addiction anymore? I didn’t think you had one?”
Carlos shook his head.
“No. I mean… I’m not going to hide who I am anymore. I’m just… still kind of figuring out who that is.”
TK smiled.
“Well… the person I met in California was kind, a good listener, gentle with a slight sadistic streak.” He joked and they both laughed. “What are you really doing here Carlos?”
“I quit my job in California. I’m back in Austin.” Carlos explained. “I’m staying with a friend right now until I get a place of my own.”
“Ok.”
“I just… I know it’s been a few weeks but… I can’t get you out of my head.” He stepped forward and reached out to grab TK’s hand, smiling when TK let him. “I’d like to get to know you… without… everything… from California.”
“But the stuff from California didn’t just go away when I completed the program.”
“I know. But I also know there is more to you than just your addiction.” He took TK’s other hand in his. “Remember when I told you I’d want to cook you dinner and take you out on a date?”
“The night you insisted on sleeping outside because I’d kissed you? Yeah I remember.”
“It was the right decision at the time… but… now things are different… so… if… if you’re still interested… maybe we could… go on that date sometime? And you’d let me cook you dinner?”
“That depends, will you end up sleeping under the stars again?”
Carlos laughed.
“Maybe. If my friend won’t let us use her place. I’ll have to sleep in my car.”
“Do you have a big car?”
“No. Not exactly. I drive a Camaro. Looks cool but limited space for sleeping.”
“Well hopefully your friend will be in a good mood then.”
“Yeah… so is that a yes?”
TK smiled.
“Yeah. It’s a yes.”
Carlos’ smile got impossibly bigger.
“How does Friday sound?”
TK let go of Carlos’ hands and cupped his face.
“It’s a date.” He said and leaned in and kissed Carlos.
Somewhere behind them a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles erupted.
“I think your friends approve.”
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Shittily explain the plot of Beastars?
A'ight, bet.
Socially awkward wolf socially awkwards himself into a polyamorous relationship.
Dramatic twink deer dramatically twinks his way into becoming head of a lion Yakuza.
Domme rabbit is so done with both of these idiots, but does not control who she loves.
Best boi is sad, also may have a crush on socially awkward wolf and secretly writes 500k childhood friends to lovers fanfic.
Less socially awkward wolf is having strange and confusing new feelings about rabbit girl. Also twink deer and socially awkward wolf.
Holder of the only brain cell in the series is a himbo panda doctor who treats his patients by beating the shit out of them. Hey, there's only 1 brain cell.
Who's this? It's an alpaca. Is the alpaca important? Well yes, but actually no. Whoops, mystery dude just ate the alpaca. Bye, alpaca.
Lion Yakuza guy just tried to eat dramatic twink deer. Other lion yakuza guy shot him. He's dead now. Or just sleeping, and it was only a tranquiliser dart, depending on how much you like him. Either way, he's not around anymore.
Socially awkward wolf dressed in drag and flirted with dramatic twink deer. I can hear domme rabbit screaming in frustration in the background.
Hey, who's this? It's a sheep. Is the sheep important? Well no, but actually yes. Pretty boy sheep is horny all the time. And he likes having sex, too. Anyway, the sheep is flirting with socially awkward wolf. Oh, and there's a bear. No, not that kind, get your head out the gutter.
Socially awkward wolf and daddy bear are having a "my muscles are bigger than yours" stand-off. Pretty boy sheep has no time for them.
Whoops, socially awkward wolf and pretty boy sheep just told daddy bear they know he killed the alpaca. Whose name is Tem, apparently. Now daddy bear has apparently killed pretty boy sheep, and is fighting socially awkward wolf under a bridge.
Except that gets put on hold for a hot minute, because guess who? It's dramatic twink deer! And he's telling socially awkward wolf to put his meat in wolf's mouth. Daddy bear is understandably disturbed by this, and calls the fight off because they made the whole thing so weird.
Daddy bear: "I can excuse eating my best friend, but I draw the line at you eating your best friend!"
Pretty boy sheep is alive! And he called the cops. Now daddy bear's in jail, but it's okay, pretty boy sheep is going to visit him. And there's a possibility that some of those are conjugal visits, depending who you ask.
Despite the homoerotic consensual foot-eating that socially awkward wolf and dramatic twink deer engaged in, the latter is now marrying some random woman we've never heard of. Also, his shitty dad is dead. Or in a coma, but close enough.
Domme rabbit and girl wolf are having homoerotic wall-pinning encounters. That's enough of that, though. Let's see what sad labrador is doing.
He's eating onions and wearing socially awkward wolf's clothes. He is not handling this breakup well, and they weren't even a couple.
His roommates stage an intervention, and they visit socially awkward wolf, who has dropped out of high school to become Batman. Or WolfBatman, I guess.
WolfBatman reunites with his estranged grandpa, and then gets involved in hunting down a serial killer. There's a bunch of characters added here, but they're all NPCs with side-quests, so like any true gamer, WolfBatman ignores them.
WolfBatman is ripping his teeth out to apologise for...being a wolf? Weird. Anyway, we meet asshole horse! Asshole horse is a horse. He's also an asshole. But he's hot, despite being the same age as WolfBatman's grandpa, so we forgive him.
Now we meet a fruity hybrid. His name is Melon. He wears Hawaiian shirts. That tracks. His interests include candlelit dinners, long walks on the beach, and murder. He shoots WolfBatman, but apparently WolfBatman (and all hybrids?) have magic anti-bullet powers, so he survives.
Sad labrador is going to have a whole new bunch of things to be sad about. Meanwhile, dramatic twink deer is now CEO deer, and is vomiting at the thought of having sex with his wife. He goes on to talk publically about how much he loves the taste of meat in his mouth, but is hustled off stage quickly before he can ask WolfBatman to call him some time.
Whoops, it's the final countdown...wait, no, confrontation. WolfBatman, asshole horse, CEO deer and the lion yakuza, plus some of the NPCs from earlier, have all gathered for a day of depravity. Unfortunately, this is not as fun as it sounds.
Instead of an orgy, there is murder. Or attempted murder, at least. Fruity hybrid tries to kill WolfBatman, but rolls a Nat 1 and ends up shooting himself instead. WolfBatman is sad about Fruity hybrid's death. He's the only one.
We jump to several months or years in the future, it's not clear when. WolfBatman and CEO deer have been named Beastars, which is supposed to mean something, but they kind of forgot to tell us what it means. Domme rabbit and girl wolf are still waiting for them to pull their heads out their asses. Sad labrador is less sad, but still hasn't had his back blown out by WolfBatman like he wanted.
We're told this is a happy ending, despite WolfBatman drowning in angst and CEO deer being trapped in a loveless marriage. I disagree, but unfortunately I have no power to change the ending.
Unless I use fanfiction. A lot of people do that. It's usually a thinly-veiled excuse to have their favourite characters smooching. It's a good excuse.
Anyway, that was Beastars.
Amazing ♥️
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Chaotic prompt: "Oh no, she's hot" for the polycule of your choice
What Luke and his boys had was perfect. It was more than love, it was trust, belonging, connection. It was home. And when they made music together, the got to share that connection with everyone.
He hadn't thought it could get any better, except then Willie literally came crashing into Alex' life, and theirs by extension. It had taken a few conversations, and yeah, maybe Luke had to learn to tamp down on his jealousy a bit. Especially once he got to know Willie and he started to get jealous of both him and of Alex for getting to kiss him.
But then Willie had joined them, all of them, and it was like they were even stronger, even better than before. Like they were complete in a way they hadn't even known was possible.
And then came Julie.
The song they'd been working on just didn't work with their vocal range, so they'd put out feelers for a female vocalist. And as soon as they heard her sing on her audition tape, they knew she was the one. So Bobby and Alex sent her the e-mail (because Alex was good at the polite stuff, and Bobby was good at 'not typing in all caps or adding emojis to business e-mails') and Willie and Reggie made cookies for the day she was supposed to stop by the studio, and Luke...
Luke may have written three more songs before the week was out, just imagining what they could do with a voice like that added to their range. Looking back, he was already a little in love with her then, just from that 2 minute audio clip.
So when Julie knocked on the door and came in, his first thought had been: oh no, she's hot.
He'd been totally professional, of course. Super excited and passionate and a little bit of a weirdo, but super professional. This was about music. His crush could wait. Julie fit in great with the band, and by the end of the hour they'd had scheduled, they were already jamming out together, Willie giving them a solo standing ovation when they finished.
One hour turned into two, into three, and then all the cookies were gone and Julie had to excuse herself because she was meeting her dad for dinner. They talked a little afterwards, about how good Julie's voice fit with the song, how she clicked with the band. Maybe the terms 'wrecking ball of talent' and 'voice of an angel' were thrown around. But Luke was being utterly professional, one hundred per cent.
It was actually Reggie who brought it up. "So like... Julie's really pretty."
"Oh, totally," Willie agreed.
"Yeah," Bobby said.
Luke blinked. Were they making fun of him? But they weren't wearing their 'make fun of Luke' faces. "You guys really think so?"
"Dude, I'm gay as hell and I can tell she's pretty. All three of you got heart-eyes the minute she walked in," Alex pointed out. Reggie had the decency to blush, but Bobby just looked back and shrugged at him.
And really it seemed like it was up to Luke to be the professional one here. "We cannot mess this up, guys," he said sternly. "We need her for this song. She's perfect."
"Okay, so like... we ask her out after we've finished recording?" Bobby asked. Reggie was nodding fiercely, looking from Bobby to Luke hopefully. Luke shared a look with Alex, who smiled and nodded, and Willie, who gave him a thumbs up. If they didn't mind them dating a girl, or at least asking a girl out, then maybe it was okay. There was just... there was this connection when they sang. Luke knew it would work out in the end.
"Yeah, totally we ask her out after we finish recording."
In the end, Julie says yes and they record many, many more songs together. And they're happy, because just like his boys, Julie is home.
#julie and the phantoms#the greater polyphantoms polycule#fanfic#I wrote a thing#willie was on board as soon as she complimented his cookies#alex was on board as soon as he saw the way the other guys looked at her#there is at least one polycule meeting where alex and willie sit the boys down like: okay show us how you're gonna ask her out#because you're disasters and we don't want you to scare our new friend away#alex is like: julie is the only one who will watch downton abbey with me you cannot fuck this up
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Again on my Hot D bullshit, this time re: Daemon. I’ve been trying to sort out my feelings on this character, and it dawned on me that I love him, but in a very different way people usually love him. But also kinda, a little bit in the same way people usually love him. It’s complicated, okay? Basically, on the one hand, he’s a lot like Larys for me - yes, he’s horrible, of course I would loathe a person like this irl, but like... He’s not real. And on screen, he’s pretty hillarious? Daemon and Larys both are evil pieces of shit, but I wouldn’t have them any other way (except for the choking and foot fetish scene, those just suck and I hate them together with the people who wrote them). His conversation with Rhea’s cousin was great, “he can keep his tongue” simply iconic, not to mention the Crabfeeder bait thing? The Dragonstone temper tantrum??? Hell, I almost want the “heir for a day” thing to be said in the douchiest way possible, except I am not sure about its effects on his relationship with Viserys...
Which brings me to the other thing: Daemon’s relationship with the few people he actually likes and respects. And honestly, in this way, the show’s writing has been kinda dissapointing. There are kernels of something truly fascinating in every one of them that elevate Daemon above the funny evil man, but... The execution tho...
- Viserys. Okay, that one was actually fine, for what it was. It could’ve been better developed, but you know. It didn’t have to. Considering the show couldn’t be Magnificent Century lenght, they gave us enough to chew on.
- Rhaenyra. Hooo boy. That daemyra ship is truly something. Starts out as weird incestuous bonding over feeling underappreciated, by Viserys mostly, but also the world at large. I get the sense that he is way more into her than she is into him, but that’s just my headcannon. After all, Daemon’s main appeal is that he’s funny, and honestly what’s funnier than a thirty-something man simping over a teenage girl who has a vague crush on him, but if he doesn’t want her, she could go for her hot bodyguard too, because she doesn’t care THAT much? Anyway, he still loves after years of marriage to some other woman, while she... Well, she doesn’t. But boy does wish she did, because in hindsight he seems appealing. So when he comes back to her life just when they both suffered the loss of their significant other, they get together as naturally as two opposite poles of magnets. And they are happy! For a few years, they are genuinely happy together! But his toxic masculinity gets in the way of him supporting her emotionally when she’s at her lowest point, and he mistakenly thinks that fighting for her instead would suffice, and... Hey, what’s that? He’s still hung up on her dad, who hasn’t factored in their relationship for decades? In fact, for him, she’s the emotional substitute for her dad? And this thing, that hasn’t been alluded to and absolutely ruins an otherwise perfectly good and interesting relationship for the sake of another one that is just completely over narratively and was good as it was... This was worth giving us a scene of domestic violence against the fucking queen that goes completely unpunished (she doesn’t even so much as shout at him, what the fuck?!), that is actually kinda out-of-character and that utterly demolishes a perfectly good relationship??? OKAY, THEN. FUCK YOU TOO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.
(All else aside, domestic violence just isn’t funny. I fully support all of Daemon’s atrocities, but only as long as they are funny. Going back to my Larys comparison, I had the same problem with the foot fetish scene.)
- Laena. Honestly, that one was just too little too late. I have absolutely no idea why the fuck show!Daemon married her, that’s the first problem; but also even outside of that, the relationship is criminally underdeveloped. Now I could headcannon myself into oblivion, but ultimately the fault lies with the writers. They should’ve given us so much more than they did!
- His kids (and stepkids). Look, I was just as hyped for daddy Daemon as anyone, but “loves his kids, but isn’t good enough in sincere emotional expression to bond with them”... Well, I can get behind that. The fact that they cut so many nicer moments of him with his children still leaves me salty.
- Velaryons, Corlys and Laenor especially. Honestly, this show needed more Velaryons, period. Like, seeing Daemon with actual buddies was so nice, I wish we got more than a little sprinkle here and there around their relationship. Their reactions his marriage to Rhaenyra are not shown, the failure of Daemon’s friendship with Corlys skipped over, the fact that Daemon and Laenor have been fighting together for years and that Laenor kind of respects Daemon completely ignored... Just. Tons of absolutely fascinating character stuff thrown in the bin, because our best boys and girls don’t deserve the attention payed to Aegon the Trashy wanking. Again, fuck you.
Basically, Daemon works very well as a funny evil man with some hints of psychological issues, but I wished he as a character could be developed beyond that and he just... Wasn’t.
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Rewatching Red Sky at Morning
Welcome to “Stinks Like Seaman Spirit: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!
Up today, s3e6: Red Sky at Morning
In a coastal city in New England, people are drowning on dry land. Sam and Dean aren’t the dumb brothers, so they think that’s kind of odd. With the help of both Bella, who is in town to steal something and sell it (of course), and a grabby old lady who has the hots for Sam, the boys figure out that a sailor hanged on an old sailing ship is responsible for the strange deaths. In the course of trying to dispatch him, they have to get all dolled up and pretend to be rich at a charity function, think on their feet, and save Bella from the ghost. They learn that Bella has committed murder, though she won’t tell them anything about the circumstances, and Sam and Dean do a nice rendition of the fraught brothers over Dean’s continuing refusal to care about his impending death and sentence to hell.
Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.
[and we begin:]
Mace:
public water fountain = ew
Lor:
GHOST SHIP
CORRECT
Mace:
YAS
Lor:
"Happy Purim" Sammy
Mace:
SNORK
Dean sounds like a dad here
“something you wanna tell me?"
Lor:
YEP
Sam's little nod
Mace:
YES
Mace:
BACK OFF MY STRINGBEAN, KALE
omg DEAN’S LITTLE COUGH
Lor:
"Alex and us, we're like this" the way he just goes with it
Mace:
YES
Lor:
OH NO don't touch Sammy like that
YES HIS COUGH
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"weirdo dryland drownings"
Mace:
snork
Lor:
"where's my car?"
Mace:
oh Dean
Lor:
omg Dean, baby, breathe
Mace:
Sammy, don’t tell him to calm down
Lor:
RIGHT?
Mace:
SMARTY SAMMY
Lor:
YES
Mace:
omg Dean imagining her in that scenario
Lor:
YES
is she... wearing any clothes under that coat?
Mace:
possibly not
Lor:
"not in public"
Mace:
Sam gives SUCH good annoyed face
Lor:
YES
Mace:
i would need to provoke that as often as possible
Lor:
YAAAS
DON'T REACH INTO THE TUB
Mace:
DO NOT STICK YOUR ARM IN THAT WATER DUMMY
YAS
Lor:
lololol
I love the way Bella and the boys keep sticking it to each other
Mace:
YES
i think they’re each fascinated with the other
Lor:
YEP
"I don't know. your daddy give you enough?"
THEY HAVE EACH OTHER PEGGED
Mace:
oh MAN, the daddy hugs thing hurts BOTH of them in ways the other doesn’t realize
YAS
Lor:
YES
watch your mouth, man
Mace:
poor Baby
Lor:
right?
gettin' stole, bein' insulted
Mace:
yep
“that can’t be good"
that’s a professional opinion right there
Lor:
yep
he knows not good when he sees it
Mace:
he sure does
Lor:
ghost is getting sloppy. you REALLY can't drown in a car on land
Mace:
SNORK
I don’t think he cares
Lor:
LOL
I love that it's Dean who can't sit normal in a chair but it's JARED who can't sit normal in a chair
Mace:
is this the first time they’ve stayed in a not-motel?
Lor:
I think so
Mace:
omg YAS
Lor:
"aren't you a sharp tack" yes, Bella, yes, he is
DEAN WINCHESTER
Mace:
DEAN WINCHESTER
Lor:
hahahahaha
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
pretty sure a hand of glory is always a man’s no? so that’s interesting
Lor:
iiiiiinteresting
"what are you, a woman?"
GOD I LOVE THIS REVEAL DOWN THE STAIRS
Mace:
I LOVE that he’s the one making an entrance and she’s in the Male Gaze position
Lor:
"we should really have angry sex" YES YOU SHOULD
Mace:
YES YOU SHOULD
Lor:
YESYESYES
Mace:
“don’t objectify me” DEAN
Lor:
"don't objectify me"
he's actually uncomfortable
it's such a NICE little piece of characterization
Mace:
YES because in that one little moment he realizes, I believe, that this happens to him a lot in myriad ways
Lor:
YES
OMG Dean and the gum
Mace:
but the little smile on the way out is that he doesn’t... ming
*mind
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
typo - he CLEARLY mings often
BACK OFF MY STRINGBEAN, BITCH
Lor:
SNORK
Mace:
my GOD he looks good
Lor:
RIGHT? leave him alone
Mace:
all three of them do
Lor:
"this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining"
Dean
Mace:
my bi self is happy in this ep
Lor:
YAAAS
Mace:
omg DEAN’s gleeful grin
Lor:
YES
Bella's décolletage is stunning
Mace:
IT SO FLIPPING IS
and her hair looks so good
Lor:
YEP
Mace:
and there’s something about the precise way she speaks
DEAN
Lor:
"no sir" "no?"
YES
I love how he just goes with it
aw she FLUSTERS him
"very Oscar Wilde"
Mace:
YES
Lor:
and him trying to figure out what that means
Mace:
his LOOK BACK at her
Lor:
(headcanon: when he gets a chance, he looks up Oscar Wilde and then he has a LOT of INTERESTING reading material)
Mace:
YES
Lor:
STOP FONDLING PEOPLE WITHOUT CONSENT GERT
Mace:
RIGHT?!
she is so clever!
Lor:
YES
gooood taking the handkerchief out of his breast pocket and shaking it out
Mace:
YES
“okayokayokay” poor Sam
Lor:
yeah
"you stink like sex" DEAN
Mace:
“you stink like sex” DEAN WINCHESTER
HAHAHA
Lor:
lololol
"Mrs. Who?"
Mace:
HAHAHA
he’ll look that up later, too
Lor:
YEP
he enjoys the atmosphere of that one but it's not NEARLY as INTERESTING
Mace:
HAHAHA YEP
Lor:
"you not us"
omg Dean's face. so betraaaaayed
Mace:
SNORK such a snark
Lor:
YES
Mace:
a nautical fury i love it
Lor:
"was it daddy?" ooooh, Dean
YES
I LOVE ship stuff
Mace:
YEP
Lor:
they are so JUDGEY. they have such strong moral compasses, even if a lot of people might not understand or share them
Mace:
yeah
Sam zipping his coat up
Lor:
did he... say castiel?
YES
Mace:
DID HE JUST SAY CASTIEL?!
Lor:
hahahahahahahaha
I'm pretty sure he did
Mace:
HAHAHAHA
Lor:
which is funny because I'm pretty sure that actual angel is Cassiel
Mace:
HA interesting
Lor:
oooo the creaking of the masts
Mace:
I love that boy, but GOD his Latin pronunciation is shit awful
Lor:
they are all so pretty all wet
Mace:
oh man, that’s such a COOL effect
YAAASSS
Lor:
LOLOLOLOL you'll help him get better at it
Mace:
YES
Lor:
"you're so damaged" "takes one to know one"
Mace:
“you’re so damaged” that is one of the few moments where I don’t like Dean very much
Lor:
yeah. not very kind
"I guess I would have done the same thing"? you DID
Mace:
and they will again. and again.
Lor:
YEP
"please stop worrying about me" oooof
Mace:
yeah, not possible, Sam
Lor:
"I want you to give a crap that you're dying"
keep trying, Sammy, keep trying
Mace:
oh BOYS
Lor:
YES
#watchingspnagain#watchingspnagain 3x06#spn#supernatural#spn meta#spn spoilers#spn 3x06#watchingspnagain bi dean#watchingspnagain latin#watchingspn again sam and assuault#watchingspnagain consent
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Ⓐ hockey dads for both of the boys
Tater:
Vyrodok / Abschaum
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes (vyr's an artist he has opinions) || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
Kent:
Attractiveness:
repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words
Personality:
grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible
How likely they would have sex with them:
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex
Level of Friendship:
never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||
First impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
Current impression of them:
I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them
How good of a kisser:
worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed
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My Inquisitor, Rajmahel Lavellan + Tropes
#Dragon Age: Inquisition#Dragon Age#DAI#Dragon Age Inquisition#Inquisitor Lavellan#M!Lavellan#Media: Gifs#Fandom: Dragon Age#JB's Gifs#is it possible to be both a pretty boy and hot dad? yes. it is.
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‘I’m pregnant’ prank
Warnings: minors dni! mentions fainting, swearing, non idol au
Pairing: Hyung line x Reader
Wc: 649
Heeseung:
Kind of quiet at first. He’s busy getting his thoughts together, I mean you two were still in school and it would be expensive trying to juggle that and a baby. But on the other hand he wasn’t going to leave you with a baby nor tell you get rid of it. “Are you sure this is what you want babe?” He ask cupping your face in his hands. “Babies are a lot to handle, but if you want to keep it we’ll do the best we can to raise them” well now you felt guilty for pranking him. “Oh my- heeseung I was just messing with you” he smiled. “that’s ok I just want to let you know that I’m here for you and I will always be” he pecked your lips rubbing your fly away hairs down. He’s so sweet you thought.
Jay:
Jay was the most chill. Although he was a bit surprised because you both are so cautious when it comes to sex he still understood things can happen. But boy he was already making plans for you both to move in together. He was calling his mother when you suddenly shouted.“No, it’s a prank!” His face dropped as his mother picked up and kept saying “hello?” on the other end. “This was joke?” There was a look in his eyes that almost resembled sadness. Oops… “Yes, I’m sorry I thought it was funny but you got all serious and I got nervous” you held both your hands to your mouth trying to stifle your giggle. He wasn’t too happy you joked about something so serious but then again he was semi relieved because you two are fairly young to be having babies.
Jake:
He fainted. He knew there was a possibility of you becoming pregnant because the boy despises condoms. He says they don’t feel as good as going raw— He blacked out for a good five minutes and you sat there tapping his face calling his name. Once he came to his face was pale he just kept staring forward. “Jake are you good?” You asked worried. “I’m going to be a dad?” A grin suddenly took over his once frightened face. He snatched you in for a tight hug you almost felt bad for what you had to do next. Knowing Jake he’d go all out start buying baby clothes and a crib. “Jake— it was a joke I’m not really pregnant…sorry”. Hearing that he was low-key hurt and didn’t talk to you for an hour. But proceeded to quickly get over it and asked you if you actually wanted to make one which that question earned him a pillow to the face.
Sunghoon:
Too calm…way to calm. He wore this cocky smirk on his face which confused you. “Well I’m gonna be one hot dad huh?” all you could do was stare at him in disbelief. “Did you not just hear me I said I was pregnant and you’re ok with that?” He shrugged. “Yes it’s my best swimmers that did that to you” he winked popping his imaginary collar “and it takes two to create a baby duh” he finishes. You shook your head at his brief attempt to explain how you got ‘pregnant’. “Oh and I know our kids are gonna be so pretty, I mean look at me” you playfully slapped his chest “I mean us” you giggled and began stroking his hair as he rested on your lap. “Awe well that’s too bad cause I’m not really pregnant” his head shot up from your lap “you’re telling me I missed my chance at being a dilf?! Damn you women!” You rolled your eyes. “Boy shut up no one wants you” that’s a lie everyone wants him and he knows it.
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are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?
When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6
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Genre: Angst, Fluff
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AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)
Iwaizumi
One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend
You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl
“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.
“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask
“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.
“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”
“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree
“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.
“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”
You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.
You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.
You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)
Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.
You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.
When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.
“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”
“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”
You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”
“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.
You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.
“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.
On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.
“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.
He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.
“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.
“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.
“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”
“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.
“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.
“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”
“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says
“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.
“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”
“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.
“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.
He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”
“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.
“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.
“Y/N I-”
“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”
“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Really?” you say sniffling looking down
“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”
“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.
“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.
“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”
“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”
You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*
Matsukawa
You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.
“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”
“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi
“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.
“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”
“Well I-”
“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”
“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”
“Well may-”
“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”
Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,
“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”
“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”
Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.
When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.
At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.
“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic
“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.
“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”
“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”
“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.
“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling
“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”
“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”
After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”
“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”
“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”
“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.
“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”
“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”
You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.
You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.
“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.
“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.
“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”
“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”
“Y/N I didn’t mea-”
“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”
“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”
“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”
“Okay well...”
“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”
You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug
“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”
“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”
“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.
“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”
“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”
“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.
The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.
“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.
“What do you want?” you mumbled
“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”
“Okay...” you respond
“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”
“Well you were.”
“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”
“Okay then.”
“So are we not broken up?”
“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”
“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”
Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.
AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.
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The Hint
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Synopsis submitted by @jasmine11685: Peter gets jealous when you have to flirt with someone on a mission
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“Wow.”
That was the only word Peter could say as you descended the staircase in a form fitting black dress. The slit up the side added an elegant touch, something needed for the ball you were going to.
“You look pretty “wow” yourself.” You smiled shyly as you lifted the hem of your dress to walk towards him. “The suit is a nice change from the flannels, though I do love those.”
Peter opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no words formed in his brain. As soon as you put your hands on his collar to tuck it under his suit jacket, his name was lost on his and all he knew was yours.
“So this is what it’s like to be speechless.” He chuckled nervously as you straightened his jacket.
“Shut up.” You giggled as your face flushed. “Your ties a little crooked.”
“Thanks.” Peter whispered as you adjusted his tie. “You look beautiful. Like, the kind of beautiful that makes you want to cry when you look at it.”
“Thank you.” You laughed again, out of habit. You looked at Peter through your eyelashes as your shaking hands slid down his jacket.
“Nervous?” He asked softly when he noticed your unsteady demeanor.
“A little.” You smiled weakly. “It’s uh, it’s a shame I’m gonna have to waste all this beautiful on some douche who won’t appreciate it.”
“Well I appreciate it.” Peter assured you. “All of it. What is your mission exactly?”
“I just have to get some information out of Harry Osborn. Apparently he’s the only one who knows what’s his father has been doing up at Oscorp. We have to find out his plans before he does something dangerous. Could you help me with this?” You asked as you handed him a diamond necklace. You turned around and Peter carefully moved your hair off of your back.
“Oh.” He said in surprise as he clasped the necklace around your neck. “And how are you planing on getting that information?”
“I’m gonna flirt with him like my life depends on it.” You said confidently as you turned back around. “Because who knows? It might.”
Peters face twitched in confusion as his eyebrows knit together. He felt a white hot jealousy run all the way to his scalp when he learned about the plan.
“You have to flirt with that asshole?” Peter laughed nervously and cleared his throat. “He’s a total playboy. He’s probably never done his own laundry a day in his life.”
“I think I can handle him.” You winked at him as you touched your your lipstick. “And his laundry.”
“I have no doubt in your abilities. I just wish you didn’t have to use them on him.” Peter said, mostly to himself.
“It’s fine, Pete.” You assured him. “I’m actually excited to do it.”
“Excited?” Peter began to sweat.
“Yeah.” You grinned in excitement. “This is the biggest role I’ve ever had in a mission. I really want to do a good job so I can impress my dad. That means I’m gonna have to pull out my best flirting.”
“Your best flirting?” Peter was really beginning to panic now.
“Yup. I need this boy to fall in love with me.” You told him. “Watch, by the end of the night, he’ll be putty in my hands.”
“I don’t think you should do this, Y/n.” Peter blurted. “I think we should get Natasha or someone else to do it. You shouldn’t have to be the shiny object we use to distract the enemy.”
“I’m fine with it, Pete. My dad didn’t give me this role because I’m pretty. He gave me this role because I have good communication and manipulation skills. Plus, I’m closest to Harry’s age. It all works out.”
“He could be really dangerous.” Peter protested. “You could get hurt.”
“I’m really dangerous.” You stated. “And he’s definitely gonna get hurt.”
“Just be careful, okay?” Peter sighed, making you look at him. You walked over to him and cupped his face in your hands, making his breath hitch in his throat.
“I got this, Petey.” You said gently. “I know you’re worried about me, but you have no reason to be. I can do this. And you, Sam, and my dad are gonna be listening the whole time. We’re gonna catch this guy. I know it.”
“I just don’t want you getting hurt. If things go wrong-“
“They won’t.” You cut him off. “Go ask my dad. He drew up every possible outcome of this plan and they all end with Harry getting his ass kicked.”
“Okay.” Peter nodded and gave you a smile. “I’ll go talk to Mr. Stark.”
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“You just had to believe in her.” Peter grouched as he barged into Tony’s office. “You just had to recognize her talent and trust her enough to carry the mission.”
“I’m sorry. Is that anger directed towards moi?” Tony touched a hand to his chest. “Are you mad at me?”
“Yeah, I am.” Peter said. “You know I like Y/n and sent her off to flirt with the richest playboy in New York City?”
“Hey.” Tony said sternly. “Playboy is my thing.”
“Why did you have to make her do this job?” Peter whined. “She’s gonna fall in love with him and forget all about me.”
“He’s a criminal, Peter.” Tony reminded him.
“So? Girls love that!” He protested. “You remember how she acted around Loki.”
“Don’t remind me.” Tony rolled his eyes. Peters face shifted back to his forlorn expression and Tony saw how much this was hurting him.
“Look, kid, don’t sweat this mission.” He said as he put a hand on Peters shoulder. “She’s just gonna get the information she needs from Harry and you’ll never have to worry about him again. You can go right back to your little will-they-won’t-they bullshit or whatever it is you’re doing.”
“I have a plan.” Peter insisted. “And Harry is going to put a serious wrench in my plan, thanks to you.”
“You have a plan?” Tony doubted. “Ive been watching you pine after my daughter for years. When is this plan going into action exactly?”
“I’m just going to think really hard about how I’m in love with her and wait until she realizes.” Peter mumbled as he adverted his eyes.
“Yeah?” Tony cocked his head. “And how’s that going for you?”
“I think she’s just about to get the hint.” Peter said and Tony let out a groan.
“Kid, just ask her out.” He reasoned. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“She could hear me.” Peter stated. “And then say no.”
“She’s never gonna take the hint unless you actually give her the hint.” Tony reasoned. “Why don’t you try tonight? She’ll be all giddy from successfully completing the mission. Perfect time to confess those bottled up feelings.”
“I don’t know.” Peter sighed. “Maybe.”
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An hour later, you were making eyes at Harry from the bar. After locking eyes a few times, you signaled for him to come over.
“Hey.” Harry knocked on the bar twice and looked down at you. He sized you up before smiling in approval and sending you a nod.
“Hey.” You gave him a sultry smile as he sat down.
“You all by yourself?” He asked as he drummed his fingers on the bar.
“I was.” You took a sip and looked at him through your lashes. “Until you came along.”
“Mind if I stay?” He raised an eyebrow as he flagged down the bartender. You made a face as he ordered a drink before smiling at him.
“I prefer it.” You flirted.
“Good.” He accepted his drink and took a long sip. “I don’t like being told no.”
“Then you better give me something to say yes to.” You leaned on your hand and leaned towards him. Inside, you were gagging at his arrogance. On the outside, you were eating it up.
And that made two of you.
“Oh God.” Peter gagged as he listened to the banter through his ear piece. “This is torture.”
Sam, who was standing next to him as they both kept an eye on you, gave Peter a look.
“Relax, kid.” He sighed. “She’s just doing her job.”
“You’re a pretty bold girl. I like that.” Harry cupped your chin before releasing it. “Just not as bold as me.”
“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbed his drink, and downed the rest before slamming the glass down. “How about now?”
“Oh, you are going to get me into trouble.” Harry chuckled and he scooted closer to you. Peter watched in disdain as the jealousy coursed through his veins again.
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” You crawled. “Don’t you like trouble?”
“I love it.” He insisted as he held out his hand. “My names Harry Osborn. You’ve probably heard of me.”
“I have.” You smirked as you shook his hand. “I’m Y/n.”
“Why is she talking like that?” Peter whined upon hearing your flirty tone. “She never talks like that.”
“Because she’s not trying to sleep with you, dummy. Thats why.” Sam snorted as he continued to watch.
“What?” Peter snapped his head towards Sam. “She’s not trying to sleep with that guy. She’s just getting information out of him.”
“Yeah well, guys tend to talk a lot more once you’ve tired them out.” Sam shrugged as he sipped his own drink. Pete’s face fell as he stared Harry down with daggers in his eyes.
“She wouldn’t do that.” Peter mumbled.
“Shhh.” Sam waved his hand. “I’m trying to listen.”
“So,” you took another sip from your drink, “Whats it like being the son of one of the most powerful men in the city? Wasn’t your dad like, 25 when he founded Oscorp.”
“23, but who’s keeping score.” Harry shrugged as he looked around the room. “I’ll probably do something like that soon. Maybe something even bigger. I already have a lot of ideas. Pretty impressive, huh?”
“Totally.” You egged him on but rolled your eyes when he looked away. “Do you ever get to watch his experiments?”
“Baby, I’ve seen just about all of them.” Harry bragged as he played with your dangling earrings. “He’s done things you wouldn’t believe. Things that aren’t even legal.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes widened in excitement and you leaned in closer. “Like what?”
“I can’t tell you here.” Harry pulled away suddenly and sighed. “I don’t want anyone hearing.”
“Alright.” You purposefully took the bait. “Then let’s talk somewhere else.”
“Do you know a place?” He played nonchalant as he put a hand on your knee. Peter watched the scene in front of him and looked away.
“Yeah. My bedroom.” You smirked and stood up. “Let’s go there.”
“Bold.” Harry rubbed his hands together and stood up as well. “You’re dangerous.”
You took his hand and lead him towards the elevator, feeling the gun that was strapped to your thigh brush against your leg as you walked.
“You have no idea.” You mumbled. You passed Sam and Peter and gave them a nod as you lead Harry towards his interrogation. Peter looked like he was ready to fight someone and Sam looked entirely amused. You gave them a thumbs up before leading Harry upstairs.
~
“What’s the craziest thing your dad has done?” You asked as you sat down on the bed. You flicked your leg out and pretended to examine your heels to draw his attention. Harry took the bait and held your ankle in his hands, admiring the fancy shoes Mr. Stark had given you for the mission.
“Why do you want to know?” He asked coyly as he looked up at you.
“Because I like to get a little crazy myself and I want to know how much you can handle.” You shrugged as you shook your hair out. Peter gulped as he listened, feeling his jaw tighten in anger. Tony joined him and Sam at their post and looked around for you and Harry.
“How’s the mission going?” He asked when he didn’t see you anywhere.
“Horrible.” Peter grumbled.
“She didn’t get him to the secondary location?” Tony worried.
“She did.” Sam cut in. “Peters just mad that his girlfriend just found herself a boyfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter snapped. “Maybe she would have been if Mr. Stark wasn’t a destroyer of young love.”
“Parker, quiet.” Sam commanded. “I’m trying to listen.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” Harry folded his arms as he looked down on you.
“You can trust me.” You told him as you reached up to grab his tie. You used it to pull yourself up and off the bed before planting a kiss right on his mouth.
“What was that?” Peter touched his fingertips to his ear piece when he heard silence from your end.” Why did she pause?”
“She didn’t pause.” Sam shook his head as he checked his watch.
“Then what-“
“She kissed him.” Tony cut in while giving Peter an apologetic look.
“She kissed him?” All the color drained from Peters face and Tony felt he was to blame.
“You know the Green Goblin?” Harry asked once you pulled away.
“Yeah.”
“That’s my dad.” Harry admitted, and Tony and Sam quickly wrote it down.
“No way.” You pretended to be impressed. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true. He was dying so he invented this serum to keep himself alive. It ended up giving him all these crazy abilities.” Harry boasted, incriminating himself further. “And he’s got this glider that he can fly around on. You’d love it. It’s very shiny.”
“Wow. I love shiny.” You gushed, fighting the urge to punch him in the throat then and there. “How much serum did he make?”
“He has one more vile that he said he’d give to me when I’m older.” Harry tweaked his eyebrow as he smirked.
“So you’re gonna be the next Green Goblin? Isnt he a bit of a bad guy?” You continued to draw information out of him as your fingers danced around his collar.
“Maybe I am bad guy.” Harry shrugged. “Like father, like son.”
Harry leaned in to kiss you again but you dodged it and laughed as you moved away.
“Bad, huh?” You composed yourself so you wouldn’t be suspicious. “What else has he done?”
“He gave one of our scientists these metal arms. They can rip a person in half. Ive seen it happen.” Harry continued to brag and you recorded every word of it.
“Dr. Occtavius.” Tony realized. “That’s how he got his weapons.”
“Thats crazy.” You gasped and played with his hair. “What’s your dad gonna do?”
“He’s basically forming a league of bad guys.” Harry shrugged like it was no big deal. “Guys way worse than the Avengers.”
“Does he have a problem with the Avengers?” You wondered.
“My dad hates them. I hate them too.” Harry scoffed and you held back a laugh. “That’s why we’re gonna wipe them out. New York can’t rely on a bunch of guys in dress up, and we’re gonna show them that.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“With an attack on New York City on the 8th.” Harry told you, and Tony immediately wrote it down. “The Avengers won’t know what hit them.”
“That sounds pretty scary. Will you keep me safe?” You batted your eyelashes at him and he ate it up.
“I can’t listen to this.” Peter took out his earpiece and slammed it on the counter. “I’m going in there.”
“Parker! Stay where you are and - you know what? I don’t care.” Sam shrugged it off and continued to listen to your conversation.
“Of course baby.” He cupped your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be a direct hit on the Avengers tower. A pretty thing like you won’t be anywhere near there.”
“Actually”, you took his hands off your face and dropped your smile, “I will.”
“What?” Harry’s face faltered at your sudden mood change.
“Did you get that guys?” You touched your fingers to your ear piece and waited for the confirmation. “Copy that, dad.”
“What?” Harry’s face twisted in anger. “You’re an Avenger?”
“Look at you! So smart. You figured it out.” You said sarcastically.
“No.” Harry shook his head. “I don’t believe you. There’s no way you’re an Avenger. You’re my age and a chick.”
“Not just an Avenger. I’m a Stark too. Want me to prove it to you?” You asked casually.
“How?” Harry raised an eyebrow. You gave him a swift punch to the throat that knocked him on his back.
“Like that.” You blew your hair off your forehead as you checked your nails.
“You bitch.” Harry wheezed from the floor.
“You see, I can’t have you and your father attacking my friends.” You crouched down beside him and shrugged. “I’m gonna have to take you in.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Harry swiped at you but you dodged it.
“I know. But this cute little microphone recorded everything you said and sent it to the police.” You pouted and pointed to your mic. “They should be here soon. You might want to wipe the lipstick off your face before the get here.”
“I’m not going to prison.” Harry grumbled as he sat up.
“Aw, but you are.” You said as you pulled him off the floor and put his hands behind his back. “Daddy can’t bail you out of this one, like how he bailed you out of your 17 parking tickets.”
“How do you know about that?” Harry asked as he looked over his shoulder at you.
“I know everything, bitch.” You leaned into his ear to growl.
“No. I’m not going down for this.” Harry broke out of your hold and swung at you. You dodged the first one, but he got you right in the jaw with the second one. You stood up and got ready to fight him as he put his fists up.
“You’re not even that pretty.” He exclaimed as he swung at you again. Right as his fist collided with your face, Peter burst in the door.
“Yes she is!” Peter shouted as he jumped on Harry’s back. Harry threw Peter onto the bed and lunged for you again. You close-lined him with your arm and dug your heel into his back once he was on the ground.
“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked as you stepped on Harry’s back harder with your heel. “I got this.”
“There’s something I have to tell you.” Peter panted as he got off the bed.
“You won’t get away with this. I will sue!” Harry writhed around beneath your heel.
“Can it wait?” You asked as you pulled Harry off the ground. “I’m a little busy.”
“It can’t wait.” Peter shook his head as you shoved Harry against the wall. “There’s something I’ve been holding in for a long time and I need to tell you.”
“I wouldn’t even bother dude.” Harry said with his face squished against the wall. “She’s a total bitch.”
“Was I talking to you?” Peter growled before shooting a web at Harry’s wrists to handcuff him.
“Ohhh I see.” Harry laughed humorlessly. “Spiderman is mad that I stole his girlfriend.”
“Can you shut up? I’m trying to have a conversation here.” You barked at Harry. “I’m sorry, Peter. Please continue.”
“I didn’t want you to flirt with Harry tonight because you can do a lot more than just sit still and look pretty.” Peter began.
“I know that, Peter.” You nodded.
“I also didn’t want you to flirt with him because I was jealous.” He confessed.
“Jealous?” You asked as you put Harry in the hotel chair and began to tie him up.
“He likes you, stupid.” Harry grumbled. You shot Harry and angry look, but when you looked back at Peter, he was nodded.
“He’s right.” Peter admitted , taking you by surprise.
“You like me?” You lips twitched into a smile as you tightened Harry’s rope. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was scared you wouldn’t like me back. You’re my best friend, Y/n.” Peter said softly. “If you didn’t like me back, everything would change. We’d still be friends but it wouldn’t be the same. I didn’t want to risk that.”
“I’m sorry.” You frowned. “I should’ve been more clear then.”
“Do you seriously have to do this here?” Harry whined and you smacked him on the back of the head.
“Clear about what?” Peter wondered.
“That I like you too.” You smiled sheepishly at him. Tony listened to the confession over the ear pierce and smiled to himself.
“There you go kid.” He mumbled to himself. “She got the hint.”
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In Death Note, you know the part where the L placed spy cams everywhere within Yagami’s house?
What if Light and his girlfriend start doing the deeds to look like normal hormones teens?
YES OMG i’ve actually thought of this before so i’m so glad someone requested it LMFAO
> warnings: swearing, smut, degradation, sir kink, kind of exhibition??
Light tossed his backpack onto his bed, loosening his red tie before collapsing onto the bed himself, letting his exhaustion express itself in the most natural way he thought possible. It’s hard to act natural when you’re being watched; you almost forget every aspect of your daily routine, putting excessive thought into typically mindless tasks like walking around your house or laying on your bed to the point of obviousness.
“Light, wanna play video games?” Ryuk asked, standing before the boy.
Light fell back onto his bed, placing his hands behind his shoulders with a deep sigh. Closing his eyes, he prepared for the performance he’d have to put on. How could he ignore Ryuk without giving off reactions to the shinigami’s words, tilts of the head or instinctive hums of agreement that could incriminate himself in a matter of seconds.
“You listening? Hello?”
Light only ignored him, grabbing a long beige coat from the closet before heading outside, Ryuk following close behind.
“Hey, Light, what’s with the brushing off? I’m starting to get annoyed.”
He popped his collar and rolled up his sleeves, checking meticulously for any bits of wire or chips of plastic that could be audio bugging him.
“Light! Hey!” Ryuk wined.
“There might be secret hidden cameras around the house,” The brunette broke the silence, his voice in a slightly raspy lowered tone, almost a whisper, “Or microphones, probably both.” He explained, going on to detail his clever methods of finding out if someone had been in his room- or if someone had opened his door, at least.
“Let’s go on a camera hunt! You got a plan after that?” Ryuk asks.
“Simple, make it seem like I have no idea the cameras are even there, and that I’m just a normal teenager. I’ll probably need some excuse for why I have that paper and lead in my door, they’ll want to know why I don’t want anyone in my room, what I’m hiding, and if the footage reveals I’m hiding absolutely nothing, that’ll look even more suspicious. Every teenager has secrets.”
“So what’ll you do?”
“You’ll see.”
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“This feels objectifying, Yagami.”
You walk down the street leading to your boyfriend’s house, accompanied by the man himself as he explains his, quite frankly, pervy plan.
“Objectifying? We have sex all the time, Y/N.”
“Yeah, but nobody plans out when they’re gonna fuck. It’s just weird.”
“Hey,” Light stops walking, facing towards you as he gently lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger. The feeling made you melt, and he knew that very well. The way Light held your face and looked at you like you were the only thing on earth felt exhilarating, he could tell you anything in that position and you’d believe it. And that’s just what he does, constantly. “This is not an option, this isn’t personal business. This is about Kira. This is going to throw suspicion off me, okay? Do it. For me.”
You sighed deeply. He had you the moment he held your chin like that. “And there won’t be any explicit footage of us? There won’t be a camera like, right there?”
“I don’t know where all the cameras are, but there aren’t many like that in my room at all, we’ll be safe.” He lied, a practice that came so easily to him he no longer viewed it as morally wrong. It was just something he did, like going to school and eating dinner or doing homework, he also lied.
“Okay.” You agreed with a smile, prompting him to release his grasp on you and continue the walk home.
“I didn’t realize he went through such great lengths...might there be something in his room that he doesn’t want anyone to see?” Soichiro Yagami remarked, watching Light fiddle with the thin strip of paper in the doorway and the piece of lead in the hinges as you stood patiently behind him.
“Well, considering he’s 17, it isn’t all that unusual. I’ve done it myself, for no reason at all.” L responds, “I am a bit curious, though, as to what he’s hiding so admently.”
You enter Light’s bedroom with him, shutting the door behind you as you watch him toss his bag down besides his bed.
“Y/N, are you scared of me?” He turns to face you.
“Hm? Why would I be.”
“L, the best detective in the world, thinks I’m Kira when I’m not.”
Oh, Light.
“He makes me out to be some kind of monster,” He continues, “I’m worried you’ll start to believe him.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Maybe you should be.”
“Huh?”
Before you could register his comment, Light lunges for you, tossing you onto his bed before tickling your stomach and sides.
‘L-Light! St-stop! Please!” You cried between giggles.
“Make me.”
Understanding, you connect your lips to his, causing his hands to rub up and down where he previously tickled you. You moaned into the kiss as Light pushed harder into it, his desperation showing. You wished he would take his time, but you knew the real reason you were here. His hands slid down to your lower half, pushing his hand inside your pants and rubbing your clit through your panties. You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist reflexively. He let out a chuckle.
Impatiently, he stood up straight, unbuttoning your pants before slipping them completely off along with your panties, leaving you in only your t-shirt on his bed.
“I figured,” L sighed, “You can close your eyes if you’d like, Yagami-san, but I’m afraid I need you here for legal purposes.”
Light crouched down onto the floor, lifting your legs to lay bent on his shoulders. Teasingly, he licked a line down your slit, earning a gasp from you. He straightened himself out again, moving towards your face. “L is watching,” He whispered, his hot breath on your ear, “Put on a show.” He smirked.
Watching? Had Light lied?
Light lowered himself back down to push his tongue inside you. His tongue wriggled around, exploring your walls with lust.
“Oh, Light” You moaned, slapping your hand over your mouth to muffle the sound. You knew L, you knew the whole task force for that matter. Your face flushed with embarrassment imagining any of them reviewing this footage and hearing your moans. Hell, Light’s dad worked with L, he could be watching for all you knew.
You jolted at the sudden sting of Light smacking your thigh with an open palm. “Don’t hold back, angel, and don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear all your pretty moans.” He said, removing himself from your core before pressing his lips almost to your ear again, lowering his voice to a whisper, “I want L to see how good I make you feel. Got it?”
You faintly nodded before he returned to your heat, dipping his tongue inside once again while his thumb felt your clit, rubbing it in circles. You knot your fingers through his brown hair, bringing his face closer to your pussy with a moan. He sped up his actions, practically abusing your clit while his tongue hit your g-spot, curling sightly upwords inside of you.
“Fuck, Light, I can’t, I’m gonna...”
With that, Light pulled away, leaving you edged and wanting more. You pouted, sticking your lip out with a whine. Light, having none of it, roughly raked his hand through your hair, forcing you up close to his face by your scalp. “You listen to me.” He growled, the heat of his breath warming your face, “No whining, and no disobeying. Got that?” He yanked your hair with the last syllable for emphasis. You let out a weak “Mhm.”
He shoved you to the bed chest-first by your hair, never letting his fingers leave your locks.
“Ass up.” He commanded, you obliged slowly, legs feeling a bit sore from him eating you out.
Hastily he unbuckled his belt before folding it in half, smacking your ass with it leaving a slight red mark. “When I tell you to do something, you do it quickly.”
“Yes Light.”
You yelped as he smacked you again with the belt in the same place, the stinging leaving your ass feel like it was burning.
“Yes who?” He asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Atta girl.” He pushed his khakis fully down before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing his head up and down your slit teasingly.
“Sir please...” You begged.
“Please what? Say it.”
“Please, please fuck me sir. I want your cock, please.”
“Well, only since you asked so nicely.” Light slid himself into you with a groan. Slowly, he rocked himself into you.
“F-faster, please sir. Faster.” You moaned, gripping onto the sheets.
Light obliged right away, almost as if he was waiting for you to ask for it. He quicked his speed, pounding into you mercilessly. He licked his lips, relishing in the loud slew of moans and curses spilling from your mouth as he fucked you.
“Look at you, you fucking slut. Begging for me to go faster. You’re so goddamn desperate for my cock, you dirty whore.”
You couldn’t help but moan at his words, though degrading, the fact that Light liked you at all made you feel worth something. Light Yagami, Kira, the god of the new world, liked you. Though you’d never admit it to the stubborn boy, he could say almost anything to you, about you, and you’d still love him.
“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He knotted his fingers back into your hair for stability as he thrusted into you even faster, burying himself deep into you.
“Oh my god, fuck, Light- sir, it’s so good.” You cried, feeling your orgasm creeping up once again. “I’m gonna...”
“Do it, come for me angel.” He encouraged, bringing his free hand up to play with your clit. The stimulation sent you over the edge. “Oh fuck, oh my god, fuck you feel so good.” You came loudly, only a little before Light did as well.
L watched Light collapsed beside you on the bed, only the sound of your breathless pants escaping the monitor. “Uh, they’re done, Yagami-san. You can...open your eyes again. Honestly, this security footage may be useless now, at the very least we cannot bring it to court, considering your son and his girlfriend are both 17. Perhaps this was his plan along.”
“You’re saying this makes you more sure he’s Kira?!” Soichiro raised his voice.
“Well, it definitely raises my suspicions.”
Light finally stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans. Before you could pull your bottoms back up, he picked up your panties from the floor, playfully spinning them around his index finger. “You won’t be missing these, will you?” He asks sarcastically, tossing them into the drawer in his bedside table.
“Ah, so that’s what he’s hiding. A valid excuse to not want family in your room but... unexpected, to say the least.” L remarked, still somehow watching the cameras.
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