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sunny44 · 7 months

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All these years (Part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: bad words, fights and maybe more things

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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It was a long journey to Monaco.

My mother wanted me to stay at home and I really didn't want to, so I just arrived at the hotel I was going to stay at.

"What do you mean there's a problem with my accommodation?"

"I'm sorry Miss Y/l/n but your reservation was canceled two days ago."

"I didn't fucking cancel it."

"I did." I turned and saw my mother standing there. "Come on, Y/n."

"I'm sorry." said the receptionist who agreed and I followed my mother outside. "What's wrong with you? I said I didn't want to stay at your house."

"And I said I don't care what you want or don't want."

"So you called the hotel impersonating me and canceled my reservation? How did you know I'd be staying at this hotel?"

"It was obvious that you'd be staying in the hotel closest to us." I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady."

"Then stop acting like you're the boss of me."

"But I am."

"No, you're not, the moment I moved out of your house and started supporting myself you lost that right and in case you can't count it's been years."

"Get in the car."

"I'm not going home, I told you."

"And I've told you that none of the other hotels will accept you there, so you either stay at home or sleep on the street. Now get in the car."

"I came by car so I don't need your ride."

I got into the car and slammed the door, driving off as fast as I could.

This was another reason why I hated coming here.

My mother.

Ever since Charles and I split up, she turned into this completely cold person, said I'd ruined everything and that I should have said no to the promotion and stayed here.

But her vision of a woman with the perfect life was to be married to a guy who worked to support his wife and kids.

That's what her mother, my grandmother, taught her, and that's why she's always been like that, so she thought I'd fall for it too.

I got home and after parking I saw my father coming out of the house and he smiled when he saw me.

"Hi my love, I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Dad." I hugged him tightly and he kissed my forehead.

"Where's your mom?"

"She’s probably coming, I drove here."

"She said she'd pick you up."

"She did, but I drove from Milan so...”

"You had a fight, didn't you?" I agreed. "Love, you have to make things right with her."

"No, she's the one who has to apologize to me." I looked at him. "Since when is a mother disappointed by her daughter's success?"

"She wasn't disappointed in you."

"Yes, she was and you know it, her dream was for me to marry him, get pregnant and live the life of a madam who doesn't do anything the way she does."

"Darling, your mother was raised like that.”

"So was I, but I took different paths, so it's her fault. We decided our own future and she decided hers and I decided mine." he agrees quietly. "Can you believe she canceled my hotel reservation and even called others so they wouldn't accept me just so I'd stay here?"

"Did you do this Jessica?" He asks and I turn around to see my mother standing there.

"You're barely home and you're already causing friction between me and your father, aren't you?"

"There wouldn't be any friction if you didn't do shit like that."

"Look at the way you talk to me in my house," she says angrily.

"I didn't even want to be here, you brought me here so take the consequences."

I picked up my suitcases and took them to my old room. It was completely different, but since I'd taken most of the things that made up my room, it ended up becoming a guest room.

"Y/n." Knocks on the door and enters. "We are having dinner later at the Leclerc's, okay?"

"I don't think I'm going."

"Why not?"

"Kind of obvious, isn't it?" I say and he laughs.

That's what I liked most about my father, he understood my jokes and ironies and was always in a good mood.

"Well, it's up to you, but Arthur asked me to tell you that if you didn't show up he’d come and pick you up."

"Then he'll have to come." My father laughs and leaves.

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tb3ih · 21 days

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growing pains | geto suguru

[ GIRL DAD!SUGURU doesn't think he can handle his growing girls ] fluff!!!

"kohana, hold still," suguru pleads, voice muffled just slightly by the hair tie clenched between his teeth, brows creased together in concentration as he attempts to tame the locks of onyx silk on the little girl sitting not-so-still in front of him. the poor guy still had her omelette in the pan when she came begging to have her hair done the way she saw you do yours.

and of course, suguru being the softie he was, could only hold his large hand out with a sigh as she dropped a few accessories in his palm to adorn her hair with. you had a stressful night at work last night, a meeting run overtime well past the girls' bedtimes (which he knew put you in the worst of moods because you absolutely adored your little ones), so he knew he had to take over the morning shift with the girls today.

perhaps it was your absence which left the two girls a little more chaotic than usual, their normally neutralized demeanors suddenly nowhere to be seen. luckily he was able to convince the youngest, kaiyah, to finish her breakfast with the persuasion of some cartoons, not to mention, her short hair needed nothing more than brushing and the correctly colored bow.

your oldest on the other hand was a little tricky. though independently dressing herself now, she didn't quite have the skill to do some of the hairstyles by herself. and because you were nowhere to be seen, it only seemed reasonable to ask her papa.

"daddy, i'm hungry!" though she's not as loud, kohana resembles you in both her stubbornness and pout, a look she wears as often as the slight furrow in her brow when she disapproves of something.

suguru can only hum, tying the last bit of hair up to resemble the look she wanted. the lotus hairpin was the last bit of decoration he added before finally allowing her to hop up from her seat and join her sister at the kitchen island for breakfast. when he stands, the dark-haired male is quick to help his eldest to some utensils before placing her plate in front of her, moving to start the dishes while the two eat.

"itadakimasu~!" kohana begins digging in without a second thought, a small smile coming to pull at the tired man's lips.

when the two girls finish, they place their plates by the sink, allowing suguru to retrieve them for a rinse before being placed in the dishwasher. "alright girls, go get your shoes, please."

there's giggling followed by small footsteps as the two go rushing to the front closet where all the shoes are kept. he finishes soon after drying his hands on a towel before going to check in on the girls, two backpacks in either hand. velcro in place on both of their shoes, kaiyah and kohana are already reaching for their bags, smiles on their faces as the oldest laughs out a "thank you" and the youngest mutters a small "thank you, daddy".

"alright girls, are you ready?"

"mhm!" kohana replies, turning to her sister and grabbing her hand. "let's go!"

they're just stepping out of the door when kaiyah, your youngest, turns to look over her shoulder at her awaiting father, causing him to halt in his follwoing footsteps. "daddy, you don't have to worry about us, we can go by ourselves!"

and this moment only leaves him dumbfounded, as he had planned to walk them to their usual bus stop like always. when did this routine stop? had you known about this?

"w-well, are you sure?" suguru scratches the back of his neck, thinking of the worst of this proposition, "i don't mind, i love walking with you girls..."

kohana only giggles at her father, urging her little sister by where they are linked at the hands. "we'll be late daddy, we have to go!"

and so he lets them, his waving hand slowly coming to a stop when he sees the two skip out of sight and into the street from the front door. it's not a big thing, but it's something, and poor suguru who didn't think much of the idea of letting his daughters go but if it felt this way when they were this small, he wasn't sure if he could keep doing this.

and so when he finally closes the front door and moves back to the kitchen to clean up, he finds a little bit of relief for his aching heart, settling back into the comfort of the sheets with you in the master bedroom. you stir a little, sleepy eyes finding his with a soft smile.

"mm, suguru? what's wrong?" the male doesn't make much of a reply, only sighing as you pull him into your embrace, your warm chasing the tension from his frame.

there's a moment of silence before you hear him inhale, letting out a small sigh before his violet irises meet yours. "you didn't tell me they walk themselves now..."

and you smile, teeth pulling at your lip to bite back your laugh. you loved your husband, but this was too damn adorable. "hmm, they're growing up, huh?" you bring a hand to thread through his hair, and he closes his eyes for a second, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against your forearm as you continue your ministrations.

"i... knew this would come, but i didn't think..." suguru doesn't have to finish what he's saying for you to understand, because you felt the same thing when kohana asked to dress herself or when kaiyah started putting her dirty dishes on the counter to help you after dinner. "is it supposed to hurt?"

you laugh a little, your hand pressing against his face before offering him a small kiss. "it's just growing pains, honey," you say softly, "it doesn't get better but it'll make your memories happier."

your husband sighs, pulling you closer to settle into the crook of your neck. he breathes you in deeply and the two of you lay for a moment together in your little world of peace. "...okay."

you hum, "okay?"

"okay," he replies.

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anjaelle · 1 year

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Aged up Dave Lizewski x reader (they're friends) were she's a villain and her dad is a bionics specialist so she has bionic abilities and her and kick-ass fight but they both get seriously injured and the next day everyone meets up at the comic store and you both noticed familiar scratches/cuts so you decide to talk about it privately but instead of getting mad you geek over eachother and end up becoming closer.

@caloetta So I changed it a little bit while keeping the same general idea. I hope you still like it.

Pairing: Post-Grad!Dave Lizewski x Villain!Reader

Warnings: Bruising & Battering, Knife Injury, Language

a/n: I had to dip into the Wiki because I could remember a lot about the character, but not as much as I thought lol

Send me requests and prompts here!

He caught on early that you didn't know. Beyond the mask and the sleek bionic bodysuit, he could see the telltale quirk in your eyebrow and the way you flexed your right hand in frustration.

He wanted to believe that calling your name would end the fight. But he knew your father. He knew that you didn't have a choice. It was either kill or be killed with him, and Dave was absolutely not going to kill you.

He also didn't want to die. So he had to whip out the unexpected third option: tire you out, deflect, and run like a little bitch. He felt himself getting pummeled as he blocked each of the extremely painful punches you landed onto his forearms and legs.

"Fight back!" You grunted in anger, throwing another blocked right hook, "God damn it, fight back!"

He noticed your moves getting sloppy as you struggled to understand where the fight was going. You knew he was holding back, and he knew you had something to prove. He saw an opening and took it, kicking you square in the chest and across the room. You hit a pillar and fell to the ground, struggling to get the air back into your lungs.

"Mother...fuck..." you gasped, coughing.

Worried that you were seriously injured, Dave took a step towards you with raised hands, "I'm sorry, I had to--UGH!"

A large knife flew across the room, burying itself deep in the palm of his hand with expert precision, missing every single important tendon but still deep enough to cause a LOT of bleeding.

"Gotcha, you piece of shit." You groaned, rolling over onto your back in exhaustion. Despite the protection the suit gave you, you were still new to this. It was no wonder your father let you practice the tech on someone like him. After all, who was Kick-Ass in the grand scheme of things? Low-level street vigilante? Just some guy?

He took a deep breath and pulled the knife out, letting out a string of slurred vulgarities. The knife had an intricate design on the flat of the blade, with your initials etched in just above the fancily designed handle. It looked like it was a gift from your father.

"Whoa, this is nice."

Your suit hummed as it examined your vitals and whirred to repair any damage. You grunted, "Please, shut the fuck up and go before I murder you."

His stomach flipped when you showed up for work at the shop two days later, holding your ribs and walking with a slight limp. He immediately felt the rush of guilt for kicking you into a concrete pillar, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. The bandage wrapped around his hand and the stitches underneath were punishment enough. As you leaned up against a shelf of comics to collect yourself, you locked eyes with him and pursed your lips.

"You look like garbage," you said. And then he saw the smile creeping up on your lips when you glanced at his bandaged hand, "Whose little sister beat your ass?"

There was a beat of silence between you as he tried to figure out if you were messing with him or not.

"The same one that beat yours, apparently," he quirked an eyebrow and you briefly matched his expression before dragging your feet to the counter. You leaned in close to him, conspiratorially.

"I want my knife back," you whispered.

He shrugged nonchalantly, peeking over your shoulder to watch the customers mill through the aisles, "I feel like you should've thought about that before throwing it at me."

You plastered a laid back smile on your face as a customer approached the counter with a stack of graphic novels, and you leaned forward on your elbows.

"How did you figure it out?"

Dave absentmindedly scanned each book and placed them in the protective wrapping like it was second nature. You were bold for choosing to have this discussion in front of a civilian, but that didn't seem to surprise him. You loved dabbling in risky behavior in college. Why would anything change 5 years after you left?

"You've got a tell," he admitted, "and...c'mon. I know you like the back of my fucked up hand."

He waved his bandaged hand around for emphasis and you snorted, not feeling the least bit guilty. You were just impressed that your incredibly nerdy, overeager friend was capable of knocking the wind out of you. Ordinarily, you'd leap over the counter to the other side. But, considering the condition of your torso, you chose to take the long way. As you pathetically limped around the back to enter the back room, you could feel his eyes trailing you over the customer's head.

"Let me see." He said, shutting the backroom door behind him. You sighed as you slipped on your sneaker, rolling your eyes.

"It's not that bad."

"If it's not that bad, you'll let me see the damage."

God, he was such a boy scout sometimes. "If you wanted me to take my top off, you could just ask."

You could feel him burning holes into you as you slipped on your other shoe, and you actively avoided eye contact. In truth, he fucked you up bad. It would've been worse without the suit. The only reason you weren't mad was because you knew you got a few good licks in, too. His pretty face had a few bruises and scratches, so you could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.

"Dude..." he huffed, "Stop being a dickhead for five seconds and just show me what the fuck I did to you."

The concern was seeping into his voice and you wanted to ease his guilt. After all, he was just doing his job. It's not like you held a grudge.

You stood and lifted your shirt, exposing the black, purple, and blue bruises along your torso. He clenched his jaw.

When your father saw what Kick-Ass did, he had to be talked down from placing a hit out on him. You had to remind him that it was all a part of the job, and he needed to calm the hell down.

You also didn't want to lose one of the few friends you had.

He crossed the room in a few steps, reaching out to you in frustration.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry." But you scrunched your nose at him like he was insane.

"Why are you sorry? I beat your ass too. It's not like you got away scott free."

He hesitated and then gently ran his fingers along your tender skin to trace the outline of your brightest bruise. You suppressed a shudder, watching as he looked you over with equal parts curiosity, concern, and surprise.

"I had to take an ice bath when I got back to my apartment," he admitted, sheepishly, "I didn't even know you could fight like that."

Without warning, he lifted his shirt to show the numerous rapidly healing cuts and bruises along his very well defined torso. You were almost shocked at how far along his healing was, given the circumstances. All of that strangeness aside, you couldn't stop the exclamation that escaped your throat. It sounded like a mix of a gasp and a cough.

"When the shit did you get so ripped, Lizewski?"

He blushed a deep red. Because of course he did, the humble little bastard.

"You've seen me with my shirt off before."

"I'm sure I'd remember that if I had." You said, eyeing his injuries more closely. You noticed the distinct marks from your bionic suit, and noted that he was a lot stronger than you realized. The more you thought about it, maybe you were lucky that he liked you. You reached out to touch a yellowing bruise on his ribs.

"That's so weird," you said, "Why do your bruises look like that when mine don't."

"I dunno."

He was full of shit. But you wouldn't push.

"I still want my goddamn knife back. It's kind of important to me."

When you finally took a step back to look him over, you found him watching you with an amused look on his face.

"What?" You asked, cracking a grin.

He grinned back.

"You're just gonna have to take it from me."

#dave lizewski x reader #kick-ass #atj x reader #jaelle writes #aaron taylor johnson

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pastel0rchid · 1 month

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Serendipity (1)

Din Djarin x Modern!F!Reader

Story Summary:

~Serendipity (n) - the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

You thought you were dreaming when you found yourself in the Star Wars universe. That was until an incident proved you deathly wrong.

You really wish you paid attention now when you watched the movies with your dad.~

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Being shot, blood

Author's Note: BAM! Sudden story drop that nobody asked for! I am warning everyone now, I am not the most knowledgeable about Star Wars lore. If there is anything wrong, please let me know so I can fix it! Most of my information will either come from the Wiki or from my dad (who inspired this story a lot)

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As you slowly regain consciousness, the loud noises of a busy street fill your ears. You hear voices overlapping and merging in your foggy mind.

The ground beneath you is solid and scratchy, feeling like concrete.

When you open your eyes, the bright light invades your vision, causing you to squint. You groan softly as you try to sit up, and your body feels heavy as you go from an unconscious state to a conscious one.

You can't seem to remember what happened to make you lose consciousness. Your mind tries to recall the details, but it fails each time. Your memories are a blur; a hazy image of your family sitting in the living room, the faint smell of buttery popcorn, and falling asleep while watching a movie. You vaguely remember that it was something your father had picked out, and your mother playfully groaned about his choice.

As your eyes adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings while slowly sitting up. You find yourself in an alleyway, something dark and secluded.

You use the wall for support as you begin to stand, your legs trembling slightly. You don't know where you are or how long you've been unconscious, and that causes your heart to spike in fear. The smell of cooked food suddenly invades your nose, and you feel drool forming in your mouth.

You've been out long enough to develop an appetite.

Keeping your hand on the wall for support, you move toward the alleyway entrance. The smell of food is calling your name, and your stomach is grumbling. A cloaked figure suddenly passes by the alleyway, and you can't help but call out to them, begging for assistance in this unknown place.

"Excuse me! Do you know-"

Your sentence is cut short when the figure turns to face you. Their features had been hidden by the hood of their cloak. Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of them being revealed, and time seems to freeze as your body processes the shock.

The figure isn't human, as evidenced by the red hue of their scaly skin and the yellow of their eyes. They begin to speak to you, but their words are garbled, and your brain struggles to understand what's going on. Their eyes stay locked on your trembling figure as they gesture to the area around them.

The alien pauses their talking, watching you curiously as if waiting for you to respond. Everything hits you at once, and your gut turns in fear as you stumble back away from them, falling hard onto your backside when you trip over your feet. Your wide eyes stay trained on the alien figure as they give you a weird look as if you are the abnormal one.

"What a nerve burner," the alien says under their breath as they turn to keep walking past the alleyway.

Once you are sure that the alien is long gone, you quickly scramble to stand on your feet, ignoring the ache in your joints from how fast you go and how long they've gone unused. Rushing out of the alleyway, your eyes squint as the sun's rays hit you.

Your breathing begins to quicken as you look around, your eyes adjusting to the sudden bright light and the sound of people talking getting louder and louder. People bump into you as you stand outside the alleyway, cursing at you in words you can't seem to understand. Your head whips back and forth as you take in your surroundings and the people around you.

You were in the middle of a marketplace.

The people around you, like the figure in front of the alleyway, have different alien features. You barely see anybody who looks even remotely human. Fear and adrenaline course through your veins as you try to take everything in.

"It's a dream. It has to be a dream," you mumble to yourself while using your hands to cover your eyes, which are slowly watering from fearful tears.

Voices overlap, languages mix, people bump into you and hiss harsh words in your direction. Everything is too much. You just want to wake up from this dream. Crouching down in the middle of the busy street, you cover your face with your hands, silently begging to wake up from this nightmare.

Your body flinches at the sudden feeling of a tiny hand grabbing the sweatpants you wore when you fell asleep on the couch. Slowly uncovering your face, you peer down at whatever has decided to approach your trembling form. Your heart skips a beat at the somewhat familiar face.

Round black eyes peer up at you from where they stand at your side. Its large green ears are folded down in presumed worry for you as its tiny three-fingered hand grips tightly at your pants.

"Patu."

Even with the loud commotion of the marketplace, you make out his little voice clearly.

Suddenly, you’re hit with short and fast clips of memories. Your father watching the Star Wars movies, you sitting on the couch while they played (they were more so background noise to you), joining him in watching the first few episodes of ‘The Mandalorian’ just because you found the green alien baby adorable but understanding nothing of the lore.

Everything around you slowly started making sense, your body relaxing as the thought hit you. You were having a Star Wars themed dream.

Reaching down, you carefully gather the little green alien into your arms, whose ears perk up as you bring him against your chest while slowly standing up. Your eyes, still wet from unshed tears, stare into his own, observing him silently before a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips. His hand reaches up and gently places itself onto your cheek, and a wave of calm washes over you.

“Where’s your Mandalorian, little one?”

Your voice is slightly shaky from the anxiety that had been previously flowing through your veins. His head tilts cutely at your question. You knew he wouldn’t respond, but you wished that your dream version of him had a cute little voice. Your body turns in a random direction, set on walking wherever and knowing your dream would set you on the right path.

With your gaze solely focused on the child in your arms, your voice is soft as you talk to him. You ramble about anything and everything, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He even seemed intrigued as you began to talk about your family.

Something small suddenly whizzes past you with a loud whine, your head quickly turning to the source to find a group of aliens behind you, their gun-like weapons pointed at you. Your grip on the child gets a little tighter, a small concerned coo coming from him.

You remember one main thing from the show, and it’s the fact that a lot of people were tasked with hunting down the child. Of course, this plot point had to be transferred to your dream.

Thinking quickly, you turn back away from the group and begin running through the crowded streets with the child held close to your chest. His hand grips your shirt tightly as he peaks over your shoulder at the group that begins to follow after you.

Their overlapped yelling startled many passersby into making way for them, allowing them to gain on your heels quickly. You dodge and weave through the crowd with speed and agility you didn’t even know you had. Adrenaline will do funny things to people.

You search the crowd for any opening to escape through, your heart thundering in your ears before something large and shiny catches your eyes. Beskar armor!

The figure was looking around frantically, and you knew who he was searching for. The child in your arms bounces slightly as you push yourself to speed up toward the Mandalorian.

“Mando!”

His visor snaps in your direction, his body visibly tensing at the sight of the child in your arms, but more so at the group of aliens still chasing after you. He draws his blaster with a speed you had never seen before but with him, his aim pointed over your shoulder towards the aliens.

As you get closer and closer, your hand comes up to rest on the back of the child’s head, creating a safe cocoon for him in your arms. Your legs burned and your feet ached from running, but you were almost there. You were almost to the Mandalorian who still had his blaster trained on the group, seemingly waiting for you to get closer before risking the shot.

The sound of a blaster going off fills your ears, and a blinding pain erupts in your right shoulder. A sharp scream leaves your lips as your body is sent tumbling to the ground from the force of the shot. The child squeaks in your arms as you keep your arms around him, turning your body to the side to avoid crushing him under you.

It hurts when your body slams into the ground, but the wound in your shoulder throbs in a searing pain that you had never felt before in your dreams. Screams from the crowd around you begin to muffle.

Blaster fire could be heard over you, the sound of heavy bodies crumpling to the floor behind you.

The edges of your vision begin to blur, your eyes trained on the blood that began to ooze out from the wound in your shoulder and slowly pool below you. You could faintly hear the child whining, but he sounded so far away. As your vision slowly becomes overtaken by the darkness of unconsciousness, a metal-clad figure steps in front of you.

One last thought fills your head as everything goes black: This was definitely not a dream.

#reader insert #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x reader #nobody asked for this #but i had to

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infoactionratio7 · 10 months

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(you) on my arm - s. adamu

summary: sydney is at a wall, she has no ideas when it comes to the new menu at the bear. she decides to go to a bookstore for some new inspiration, she finds it, but not in the way she was expecting.

pairing: sydney adamu x fem! bookseller! reader

word count: 2,514

note: annoying! carmy bc he literally is insane, kinda fluffy meet cute vibes, reader just moved to chicago, inspired by the song (you) on my arm by leith ross cause the song is rlly cute! also sydney gives me sapphic vibes, she definitely would have a crush on a girl!

monday morning -

Sydney was pissed, she had sent at least ten messages to Carmy in the last twenty minutes. Some about the new menu they were working on together, some about the fact that he had been a bitch the night before when he kicked everyone out because Claire just had to see the new restaurant. She ran her hands down her face in frustration as she sat at her dad's kitchen table, the sun streaming in through the blinds into the apartment. It warmed the floor as she got up from the table, debating what to do. She had no ideas left, everything was either not working out, or it just didn't fit the menu for the new revamped restaurant.

"Sydney, where are you headed off to today?" Her dad walked into the room with a steaming cup of coffee, freshly brewed from a new coffee blend she had found shopping the day before.

"Uh well Carm is not responding so I'm gonna head over to The Bear and meet up with him for a little then see where the day goes from there I guess." She walked out of the dining area and put her breakfast dishes away.

"Okay honey, have a good day. Hope he stops being an ass." She laughed, "Me too... me too."

Sydney grabbed her shoes out of the closet she had thrown them in last night, slipping them on and grabbing her bag. "I'll see you later dad." She grabbed her keys, and started making her way to the restaurant where she could deal with Carmy in person.

You looked around the bookstore, you had only been open for a month but it had been a hit within the community. You had almost any book anybody could want. There were teens coming from the school a few blocks away to get some cheesy romance novels to bring to the park and read with their friends, and there were grandparents coming in to get their grandchildren a new picture book about god knows what. You even had some people come in and request books you had never heard of before, you promptly ordered two copies of any book you didn't have. One for the customer, and one for you, to read and explore the pages.

It was a beautiful space, tall ceilings strung with fairy lights and lanterns, trying to bring some sense of whimsy to the dull days in Chicago. The books were arranged in every which way, requiring the customers to truly search for a book they wanted to read. You had tables full of recommendations, from people online and the employees of the bookshop. You really enjoyed curating all the titles you had in your collection. Tourists looking for a cute little magnet or souvenir adored the hole in the wall place, a safe space to just cuddle up and read a book.

You had a few customers that day, a mom and her son looking for his first chapter book to read. You had suggested he read The Magic Tree House, a series, about a brother and sister and their time traveling tree house. There was a tall guy with a buzzcut, who said he worked just down the street and was looking for a book about how to get rid of mold in the structure of a building. He seemed in dire need of some help, so you found the best book possible, The Toxic Mold Recovery Guide. You had no idea you had the book but it was meant to be. He thanked you immensely, leaving his name and number just in case you ever needed anything. His name was Richie, he seemed pretty nice.

Low music played as you restocked a shelf, you hated the idea of having Colleen Hoover books in the store but they were a big source of income. They absolutely flew off the shelves. The least touched section of the store were the cookbooks, it seemed like everyone in Chicago was moving too fast to just dedicate one hour of their day to making a meal from scratch. It was disappointing, because you had a large selection, from Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child to Momofuku by David Chang and Peter Meehan. You knew that someday it might come in handy and you would be lucky to have all the cookbooks.

Sydney walked into the restaurant in a sour mood, Carmy had still not responded to any of her texts and she knew he was here. She walked straight into the office, passing the locker room, sans lockers and covered in black powder. Richie furiously flipping through a book that said something about mold on the cover. He glanced up at her

"Shut the fuck up." She was taken aback

"I didn't even fucking say anything Richie," he scoffed at her

"Well I was preparing for you to say something dumb as hell, and you did so I stand by my first statement." He looked back down at the book and mumbled something unintelligible to himself. She rolled her eyes and made her way into the office.

"Carm are you here?" Turning the corner she saw the chef, surrounded by papers and various file folders. He had his phone in his hand and was about to dial a number, "You little bitch, you fucking had your phone this entire time." She couldn't believe what was right in front of her.

"What do you mean chef?" Carmy looked confused, "Of course I had my phone, I'm about to call the fridge guy."

Rolling her eyes she brought her hand up to her face, holding her forehead in her palm. "I texted you at least ten fucking times, you couldn't even bother yourself to respond!" Shaking her head she sank down into the office chair Carmy had abandoned an hour ago.

He looked around the room, trying to get her to understand how much work he had been doing, "Syd I've been trying to make sense of this paperwork for hours, I haven't had time to respond to your messa-"

Fak's head popped into the doorframe, "Carmy I got your text about helping Richie clean up the mold but he's being mean to me." Sydney turned from Fak to the red faced chef sitting on the floor. He had been caught in a lie, of course Fak came in at just the right time for this to happen.

"Okay fuck you chef, I'm leaving." Sydney shrugged, stood up and left the room. She heard heated words from Carmy as she walked out of the office and passed the locker room again, now he was pissed at Fak, as usual. She heard her name as she turned around,

"Sydney, wait a sec come here."

"What do you want Richie, I thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up." She crossed her arms tight and shot him a pointed look.

"You should go to that bookstore a few blocks down, I got this damn mold book earlier and saw a shit ton of cookbooks. You should check it out." She sent him a tight smile and turned her back to him. "Thanks Chef."

You had just finished restocking the shelves for the day when the little bell above the door rang. You went behind the desk and called out, "Welcome to The Book Worm, If you need anything let me know!"

You heard no response so you just busied yourself cleaning up the case that was behind the checkout, it housed all your special edition signed or first edition copies of books. It needed to be dusted pretty often because you wanted to keep the quality of the books at their highest, just in case anyone would ever want to purchase one.

You heard a thud come from behind you, and turning around you looked down at the counter. There was a stack of six cookbooks placed on the counter in front of you. Looking up you saw one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen since you had moved in to the city. Her hair was long and perfectly braided, her eyes a beautiful shade of umber catching the light in a hypnotic way. She had a grimace on her face, yet still looked stunning. You had no idea how to react, so instinctively you started to enter the books into the register as you made some small talk,

"So how has your day been," She sighed and looked up to meet your gaze, "If I'm being honest, shitty. My fucking partner wouldn't respond to my messages and when I went to talk to him he had is phone in his hand about to call someone. So yeah really fucking shitty." You looked back down at the book at disappointment, of course she had a partner and of course she was straight.

Awkwardly smiling you tried to think of a good response"Oh, um, wow. That's pretty shitty I'm sorry." She seemed to sense your disappointment, trying to save the conversation, "Shit uh, my business partner I mean, he's a little bitch sometimes. We're uh, opening a business- or I should say um," She rubbed the back of her neck, "We're kinda rebranding his brother's old restaurant, its a lot." You had finished entering all the books into the system, your chest had filled with warmth when she rushed to clarify that he was her business partner. You thought that maybe, just maybe it might be because she wanted to make sure you knew she was single, and not exactly straight.

"I guess that explains the cookbooks then," You looked at her, she had been staring at you in a flustered state of shock. "What, oh, uh, yeah! I'm kinda stuck making the menu so wanted to get some inspiration."

Sharing an understanding smile, you read her total out to her. She grabbed her wallet and pulled out some cash, as she handed it to you her fingers brushed along yours. It sent chills down your spine, no matter how cliche it might be, you knew that she was someone to keep close. Your face flushed red as you took the cash and put it into the register, printing her receipt and giving her any change she needed back.

You decided that since she got so many books you would give her a free tote bag, just so she could carry all the books out of the shop. You pulled one off of a hook behind you and started to put the books into a bag. You decided to quietly slip a business card with your cell number and a little note into a book so she could find it and contact you. A subtle way of screaming, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen I want to spend the rest of my life with you, without being too forward. As you finished packing the bag, the two of you both happened to say something at the same time.

"Do you wanna come see my restu-"

"Do you work at the restura-"

You flushed

"No you can go-"

"No you can go - sorry um. Do you want to come to the opening of the restaurant. It's uh, the one down the street, we're not opening for a while but, if you want to come to the friends and fam-"

You cut her off, wanting her to know you really wanted to go to her restaurant, "I would love to go... what was your name?"

"Sydney, It's uh Sydney" Her face got hot, nervous about the fascinating bookseller she just had the pleasure of meeting.

"Well Sydney, I would love to go. Just let me know the details," You softly smiled as you gave her the bag filled with books. She looked to you and grabbed a bookmark you had as a display that happened to have the shop's phone number on it. "I'll call you, um when we get closer to the open date, promise." You smiled, hoping that she would get in contact with you sooner than she expected to. She turned to leave.

"Thanks for coming in, really good to meet you Sydney." The door rang again and she sent you a wave through the glass, walking away quickly.

You were frozen, you had just given a random girl you just met your number, and had openly flirted with her for all the world to see. You crouched down onto the small stool you had behind the desk, tucked your head into your knees and screamed. You were feeling rushes of emotion and didn't think you would ever recover from that interaction. The bell rang again just as you finished screaming, you shot up and saw a group of teenagers heading to the new books you had just set out.

"Welcome to The Book Worm, If you need anything just holler!"

Sydney rushed back to The Bear, she was so utterly mortified, she had never seen someone so radiant and in their element. The chef couldn't contain her emotions as she stormed into the restaurant, Richie was the first person she saw, he started to say something,

"Not right now Richie I swear to God" The tall man was taken aback but threw his hands up in surrender, not wanting to get involved.

She might as well have ran into the office at the speed she was going, throwin the bag of cookbooks on the ground and closing the door, sliding down the back of the door she groaned,

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fucking, fuck," dragging out the last word as she hit the floor.

Carmy stared at her from the floor a few feet away, "Yo Syd what happened to you? Looks like you just ran a marathon." He chuckled at the expression on her face.

"I just met the most beautiful girl and totally fucked up my chances with her cause I left so quickly." Sydney put her hands into her face and just sat there marinating in her embarrassment.

Carmy had some strong suits, his attention to detail one of them. He noticed something poking out of one of the books. He grabbed it, hoping that it was something that would change Sydney's mood before he had to work with her for more hours than they could count. He grinned taking the note out of the book and reading it,

"Hey Syd," He reached out to give her the note.

She looked up from behind her fingers, "What?"

He shook his hand, implying he wanted her to take the note from his grip. She groaned, then leaned forward to forcefully take it out of his hand.

She read the note, and smiled. Thank God you slipped her this note.

cookbook girl -

i hope you enjoy your SIX cookbooks, i have some more you could borrow for some inspiration. text me

Sydney's face heated up as she leaned back into door and scoffed.

Carmy had saved the day, one again.

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my cult of the lamb modern au because this idea has been cooking in my brain for the past week

excuse my rambles this is probably gonna be extremely unorganized and random but I DONT CARE RAAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

also i just learned how to do one of those break things so my ramblings are under the break

narinder is a single dad to baal and aym, he adopted the twins when they were about three years old. i didn't think too much about jobs he could have and stuff so idk. he's been no contact with his siblings for a few years at this point after an incident (don't worry they'll all make up at some point)

in this au, the lamb's name is agnus. their friends just call them their last name, lambert (it's silly i know). agnus grew up in the south (southern accent lamb is real trust) and moved up north right before high school. they were pretty popular in high school had a huuuge crush on narinder (who was not at all popular for his reputation of being a dick and probably starting fights) all four years. they end up becoming an elementary school teacher, and imagine their surprise when on parent-teacher conference night, their old high school crush walks in after not seeing him for more than 10 years after graduation.

the bishops are all biological siblings (half-siblings, since they're all different species) they all got the tall genes though, except for leshy. they're also all autistic. i don't make the rules here (yes i do)

shamura is probably a lawyer? (cause... knowledge and stuff??? idk.) they're definitely the type of sibling to bring up embarrassing childhood memories and keep photo albums of their siblings to show and embarrass them with lol. they also still text narinder every holiday/birthday to wish him well, even though he never replies. they definitely worry about and miss their baby brother

kallamar is a doctor. don't rlly have much to say about him but narinder definitely still freaks him out. i also like to think he took up painting or something art related as a hobby as some kind of way to destress with his anxiety and everything

heket is a professional chef. she probably scares little kids on the street with her rbf. absolutely has anger issues too. actually, think of gordon ramsay if he was a lesbian and a frog. there she is. also didn't have too much to say about her either oops

leshy probably does something plant related? not too sure yet. anyways like i said, he's the only one who didn't inherit the bishop tall genes. his siblings ABSOLUTELY make fun of him for it. also, i imagine his first word was 'fuck', because at that point narinder realized if he said a word enough times at his baby brother, he would probably repeat it. shamura was less than happy with this.

anyways those are kind of my little thoughts on this au i MIGHT write about it sometime if i get the plot in order idk

if anyone has any thoughts feel free to share them i'd love to hear them

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar #cotl heket #cotl leshy #cotl lamb #cotl aym #cotl baal #aym and baal #narilamb #shamura #kallamar #narinder #heket #leshy

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lutawolf · 6 months

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My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 4

If you haven't seen my other commentary, you can find it here.

This makes me sad because what was special for Tew was the fact that Guy wasn't afraid of him. But here he is, afraid. Which clearly is upsetting to Tew.

As soon as Guy opens his eyes, they are drawn to the gun wound scar. The face that Tew gives him then...

And Guy's concern, then confusion. So much emotion in one frame.

Now they are sitting and communicating. Tew tells Guy that he didn't tell him that he was scared that it would put Guy in danger. Which confuses me because not knowing, knowing, is there really a difference in danger level?

Tew starts to explain his past and his joy of playing video game. Then his home life. While not rich, he had a loving father. Who clearly raised him right because he is so well-mannered. Oh no! Cough with blood.

Damn... I was really hoping he would kick their asses, and get home to his dad.

I mean, we knew it was coming, but the fact that he didn't get to say goodbye. Oh damn, that really explains the previous episode where he came to meet Guy to say goodbye before his trip.

Ohhhh, Tew looks scary now.

OH! Who called it?!?!

And then he is shot!!! What!?!? I was not expecting that. Nor was I expecting the next part. I was kind of expecting him to have been forced into killing. Interesting. I wonder if Wish John Lennon was one of these kids???

So while bad boy is a rebel with a cause, he still a rebel. Then he just lays down to die.

I think it's safe to say that home dude was not thinking that day.

I think Guy gets it, but it will be interesting to see if he accepts it. He at least isn't scared of Tew anymore. Butt he more Tew explains, the more clearly you can see he is an anti-hero. Won't go so far as to call him a villain butttttt. He is no hero. Yay!!! This is my favorite type of character!

I am not sure what to think of the mob boss. He is putting a lot of trust into a kid, but he also appears to be giving him the keys to revenge. He is an interesting character to say the least.

The rules seem simple enough. No lying and no betrayal.

"Once you touch a gun. There is no going back to a normal life"

Then, Tew gives a little smirk and says that he doesn't plan on going back to a normal life anyway.

And Guy is seeing this. I think it's interesting because for some reason Tew really expected that Guy would absolutely understand. He is pretty spot on because Guy does understand.

Really Guy... You are going to be butt hurt over the restaurant lie??? I mean, I actually get where Guy is coming from. I'm just thinking it's funny to pick that after hearing Tew's story.

It apparently was not what Tew was expecting Guy to be upset about either. His face says he is completely dumbfounded. Honestly, in my opinion, Guy is latching onto something to use so he can run scared. I don't think he is scared of Tew, but of his own feelings that are happening too fast. I could be completely off base, but that's what I see from how he is acting and reacting.

Boy up in his feels getting sloppy drunk. Other boy is being emo in his bed. What a pair.

Oh, no! Boss man is not okay with the fake restaurant.

Home dude is not right in the head, is he?

I'll say it again. Mob boss daddy is interesting. He cares about Tew, but he isn't a push over.

I'm suspicious... How is a regular dude off the street not scared when goons show up???

Again, not a push over.

Now back to emo boy with his bed and his fish. Damn it Guy! That was a shit move to do to your guild!!! And his first thoughts when there is a knock at the door is Tew. That should tell you something, Guy! You're running from your feelings. Coward!

Nope. It's jackass Wahl, who I just know has something to do with stirring up shit. I know. He seems sweet, but how can he not tell that his bestie is upset??? Wahl is just too selfish for me to like him. I tried to like him, I really did, but I don't like selfish besties.

Discount Lennon out here trying to drown people.

See, I told you that Wahl was where this bullshit all started. He is being so condescending. Saying he is the most important person to him but then ditching him all the time. I really hope, at some point, Tew beats him up.

Did he drown him???

We're back to the guessing game of: Dead or Passed Out??? (If you said that in a game host voice, give yourself ten points.)

Oh! Not dead! Ohhhhh, another pissing contest in the wild!

I refuse to believe that Tew is that stupid... I hate Wahl because I feel like he is going to get a call from his gf and just leave Guy like he always does.

Ahhh... Nice. Tew planned ahead. Never mind, I take it back. Tew is stupid. Don't lie to the boss, especially not for Wish Lennon.

I don't like the fall troupe when it's Guy and Wahl.... Just saying.

Please, please, let Tew beat him up.

Yes, I agree. You need to put an end to your feelings. Oh, wow! Wahl didn't ditch Guy, but Guy ditched Wahl!!!

Sadly, though, Guy isn't answering Tew's phone calls either.

I really think that Tew should take this opportunity given to him and beat up Wahl.

The wrong person got punched! That did not go the way that I wanted.

Guy ran home. I can respect that. Except the fact that he is acting like a two-year-old. Awww, bless him. Well, at least now he is realizing that he is running away from everything.

Finally!!!

What does it say that Tew didn't stop till he found you Guy? LOVE, the communication going on. I love that Tew is calling out Guy, telling him that he feels this way and ran because he cares about him.

He called him little boy! And then gave him a real hug!!!

Ahhh, Tew confessing. Hot damn! They are making up for that shitty ending last episode!

OH SHIT.... He is going to quit the gangster life... I'm scared.

Never mind, we'll just shelve that concern for another day. Carry On. 💜💜💜

#my dear gangster oppa #luta talks my dear gangster oppa #tew x guy #coconuts mafia

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vexic929 · 2 months

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Blue Streak

Chapter 1

Warnings: none

Chapter 2: link

OC info: link

Barry and Malcolm should have been asleep - their mom and dad had tucked them into their respective beds almost an hour ago. Instead, the soft glow of the nightlight in the corner cast elongated shadows across the walls and revealed Malcolm, hanging halfway off the top bunk upside-down to talk to Barry, dangling precariously as he whispered to his twin.

"You can't name your Pikachu 'Zapster', Barr," Malcolm said, rolling his eyes, his GameBoy suspended haphazardly from his fingertips, the tiny light attachment clipped to the side nearly blinding Barry as the handheld console swayed.

"But you said I can't just stick with Pikachu, either." Barry argued with a small frown, his own GameBoy in his hands, halfway under the covers.

"Cause that's dumb, you're not Ash. He's your Pikachu, he should have a different name." Malcolm insisted.

"Then why can't I name him 'Zapster'?" Barry asked, sitting up in bed.

"Cause that's dumb, too."

Barry opened his mouth to argue again but his words caught in his throat as he watched the water in their fishtank, along with the fish, begin to float. He powered down his GameBoy and frantically gestured for Malcolm to look too, unable to find the words for what he was seeing.

Malcolm turned his head and dropped his own GameBoy, nearly falling out of bed. "Whoa..."

"Maybe...we should go get Mom and Dad..." Barry said hesitantly, eyes locked on the floating water. Before his brain caught up, his feet had already hit the floor to go do so. Malcolm hauled himself back onto his own bed before climbing down the ladder quickly and joining his twin as they crept towards the door and down the stairs.

The air itself felt thick and stifling, the hall too quiet save for an electric buzzing sound that made the hair on both brothers' necks stand on end. Mom and Dad were probably still up but the lights flickering from the living room didn't look like the blueish glow of the TV.

The boys froze in the doorway to the living room as they both tried to comprehend what they were seeing - it had to be a weird dream or nightmare. Their mother sat in the middle of the floor, looking terrified, surrounded by flashing red and yellow lights like some sort of weird tornado.

"Mom!" Barry blurted in a panic but Malcolm caught his arm before he could run towards her.

"Boys! Don't let him touch you!" Their mother screamed, barely audible under the sound of the crackling lightning and wind from whatever was violently spinning around her.

"Mom!" Malcolm was the one to yell this time, squeezing Barry's wrist almost too tightly in fear.

"Nora!" Their father was suddenly in front of them, pushing them back further, behind him.

"Stay back!" Nora screamed, barely audible over the racket surrounding her.

"Nora! Hold on!" Their father called before turning to Barry and Malcolm. "Run! Get somewhere safe!"

In almost the same second, Barry was gone from Malcolm's side. Another instant later, in a flash of red lightning, Malcolm found himself outside, lying in the grass, nowhere near his brother.

The pain didn't register right away as it often doesn't in situations like this. Confusion and fear spun in Malcolm’s head until he realized his chest ached and he couldn't breathe.

"Mom? Dad?" Barry's voice echoed in the dark street and Malcolm tried to call out to him but all he managed was a choking sound that he was sure nobody could hear at all. He rolled over to try and push himself up - blinding pain pierced his skull and shot up from his lower back before he lost consciousness.

"-looks like he got thrown out the window. Malcolm. Mal, can you hear me? Where's it hurt, kiddo?" Joe West's familiar voice cut through the darkness for a minute and Malcolm moaned in pain, blinking his eyes blearily before letting them fall closed again. "Dammit. How far away's the ambulance?"

A voice Malcolm didn't recognize answered but he couldn't focus on anything else until someone moved him and pain rocketed through his entire body.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're just loading you into the ambulance, try to relax." A calm woman's voice soothed. Malcolm knew it couldn't be his mom, didn't sound anything like her, but that didn't stop him from asking for her anyway as he drifted out of consciousness once more.

#earth-111 #earth 111 #malcolm allen #vexic writes #vexic lives #vexic ocs #blue streak

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itsagrimm · 1 year

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Von Vätern und Söhnen

Translation: Of Fathers and Sons

After everything König went through he wonders if he can be a good dad

600 words

CN light PTSD symptoms and sleeplessness , discussions of pregnancy, könig goes to therapy (clap clap clap), childhood trauma

Outside, a stormy winter-wind howled around the house, making branches of the bare tree on the street tap against the windows.

König couldn’t sleep, the sound too loud and irregular to ignore.

Starring up at the ceiling he traced the old stucco to calm himself.

Flowers, Artemis and her entourage frolicking through eternal spring, more flowers.

At this point he knew every centimetre of his bedroom ceiling in the Altbau-Vienna flat by hard.

He sighed.

Amalia had gotten him ear plugs and a mask to sleep better. He knew she meant well, but he couldn’t bear depriving himself of sensory inputs that had saved his life out in the field countless times. It was a hard habit to shake, making him feel claustrophobic as if he was locked in his mind.

Instead, he listened to her deep breaths in his arms, curled against his side with her belly pressed against him.

She clung to him, as if afraid he would be gone again when she woke up.

He wouldn’t.

They had talked about it when she told him she was pregnant. Finally. He smiled into the bedroom twilight.

Seeing Amalia’s body change as she carried their child filled him with both wonder and worry.

She was always tired no matter how much she slept. Her newfound picky appetite drove her into constant annoyance, leaving her hungry AND nauseous. And as much as she wanted this child, it was clear she wanted to be done with pregnancy - constantly chiding the unborn kid for all the discomforts the little one caused her as she waddled around the flat in König’s borrowed larger clothes.

Finally, her always unspoken understanding of König’s periodic aloofness became a voiced concern.

Friendly but firmly she had insisted on therapy for them both.

Like a general she had marshalled him into a therapist’s office, leaving him with the choice of working on himself or continuing to run away until the kid would catch up.

With a defeated sigh, he had agreed.

His own father had been distant.

A presence in his childhood only there to silently take the seat at the dinner table, pay for expenses or put down a paternal hand on his shoulder for family portraits.

König knew very little about what it meant to be a good father, but it certainly wasn’t what his father had been to him. And his time as a soldier and later mercenary hadn’t helped either, giving him many memories and scars he doubted he would ever fully recover from. Therapy was long overdue anyway and better than him accidentally acting out against his child. Clearly not something fathers should do. That much he knew.

Something kicked him into his side.

König turned his head, checking if Amalia was awake.

She wasn’t.

Her face buried into his shoulder, motionless except for her deep steady breaths and her pupils twitching behind her closed eyelids.

But the baby moved - her belly turned sideways towards him and with the kid in it kicking him into his hip.

What a troublemaker already.

König smiled, imagining how the little kiddo dreamed like his mother - kicking, twitching, seeing a whole world behind their little eyelids.

Don’t worry little one, Papa ist da.

König moved his hand and placed it on Amalia’s stomach where the baby was kicking.

It gave one last push for good measure before calming down again.

Maybe putting down his hand were his child could feel it was a good start to be a father after all.

I think könig would be a good dad, working on breaking intergenerational trauma and all that 😌

#könig #könig x oc #könig x amalia #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #dad könig #also i do hc könig as trans and will put this somewhere in the either fanatsy realm or amalia and könig had some means to have kids #don't wonder too much about the constellations here its their kid and they love it #könig modern warfare #könig x you #grimmwriting #könig x OC #könig x y/n

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hopefulromances · 10 months

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maybe prompt 43 “You always come here when you’re upset.” with jamie? like him and reader have known each other for a long time and she follows him throughout his career and he goes to one of their favorite places maybe either after jamie has his encounter with his dad or something that happened to the reader and she goes that somewhere instead? (and my pronouns are she/her) also i love your writing so much it’s amazing

Thank you so much <3. I think I know what you're asking for! I hope you enjoy!

Also I cannot stop myself from putting Taylor Swift references into everything I write I'm sorry.

43. “You always come here when you’re upset.”

You kicked the grass in the open field, aluminated by the tall stadium lights in the corners of the field. It'd been a while and you weren't sure if Jamie would show up. It had been a few years since you'd seem him last.

You grew up in Manchester, just down the street from Jamie's house. You'd been there for him everytime his parent's fought or his dad came home drunk. At one point, you'd even convinced him that his house was haunted, and that was why his dad was always mad. The two of you would hide in the closet and pretend to fly away to India or some other country that seemed so far away when you were young.

As you grew up, you remained close and soon found a place outside of the house to run to when something happened. An old abandoned pitch just a few miles from town. It hadn't been used in at least a decade but the lights still turned on every night for the ghosts of football games that came to life under the stars.

But Jamie was different recently. He had been since he'd been picked up at Manchester City. He'd gotten arrogant and rude. He was acting just like his father. And you'd told him as such two years ago. That was the last time he'd talked to you. But you'd read the news. He was being sent back to Manchester from Richmond, where he'd been playing on loan for a while.

Ted Lasso. Who knew someone so different could make such an impact on a team. But he was the first person to bench Jamie since... well maybe ever. Something had to have shifted in him. But being sent back to Manchester. Back to his father. It had to have hurt him. If your intution was right, and you hoped it was, he would make his way back here tonight.

It was getting late, and you were chilly. You were about to give up when you saw the headlights you'd been waiting for all night. Jamie got out of the car and leaned against it.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You shrugged, approaching him slowly. "You always come here when you're upset"

He scoffed at you. "You think you know me?"

"I think I do," You shot back. "I think you're afraid to go back to Manchester. Cause your dad is going to be sitting there waiting for you."

He snapped his head over towards you. He was angry. Angry at you, angry at his dad, angry at the world.

"Oh, fuck off," he spat, pushing himself off the car and turning on you. "I'm pissed off, cause I played Lasso's stupid game, burnt my mum's boots, and actually felt like I was making a difference at Richmond and what the fuck did it do?" I didn't really know what he was talking about but I didn't care, at least he was talking. "It did fuck all. He still sent me away. Just like everyone else in my life."

You let the statement hang in the air for a second. Waiting to see if he would continue or say anything else.

"I didn't send you away," you said quietly. "You left me... if you'll remember."

"Yeah, fucked that up too, didn't I?" he muttered.

Against your own will, you felt your feet moving you forward, lurching in Jamie's direction. When you reached him, you took his face in your hands.

"You didn't fuck that up? Okay," You shook his head gently, making your point. "You didn't fuck that up. I'm here, Jamie." He grabbed onto you, wrapping himself around you tightly. "You didn't fuck that up." You kept repeating that, over and over, as he held onto you like a lifeline. "I'm here, Jamie... I'm here."

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt imagine #ted lasso #ted lasso show #jamie tartt fanfiction #drabble night #drabble

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^unedited just a random drabble about asshole bakugou who poses as a good husband idk ^

From afar the perfect picture of love was exactly what you had in front of you. The ever loving delicate husband who smiled whenever you entered a room , the child many seemed ‘ angel like‘ upon first sight and your home that was decorated with several accents that screamed ‘ I come from money. ‘

but what didn’t paint the perfect picture of happiness that everyone assumed you had over a quick chat and a sip of Chardonnay was the screaming.

The violent aggression that your husband harbored that made you the ever loving punching bag. He was smart never hitting you with a human limb but, with something much more painful.

Words

You’d never be able to leave him and you knew that the ability to provide for your family was something that you yourself could do yes.

But how long would it take you to ultimately ‘ provide ‘ in the sense your husband does.

A dad is always seen as the king to a daddy’s girl. And lucky for you your little girl heard the term and never agreed with something more.

You’d never be able to take your little girl away from him no matter how awful of a person he was and that’s what killed you inside.

The utter thought of relief you would have to leave your daughter with this so called king she loved so much and to take off running for yourself.

Though evil felt so right when you heard your husbands loud voice cut through the cold conversation your parents had started over dinner.

“ correct me if I’m wrong miss l/n but I like to think I provide well enough for y/n to feel safe “ he shook his head slightly “ so why must you ask them to come back home“

“ well you see bakugou we assume that y/n— “ your mothers ever delicate hand pointed to you causing your eyes to fall downwards to your food upon seeing the action “ y/n needs space “

“ we would hope that as their husband youre more than open to that idea of letting them pursue well — uh that much needed space “

“ well “ a small laugh choked from your husbands throat as he stared ahead “ I woul—- we would never come to the decision of y/n leaving my daughter alone that would — it would never happen “

“ there you go again speaking for everyone but yourself bakugou“

“ excuse me ? “

“ every since the marriage don’t think we haven’t noticed how little y/n gets a say in any of the decisions you make “

“ honestly if it were a two way street it’d really just be you making u turns every 5 seconds on a circle racetrack “ your dad let out eyes pointed in annoyance to your husband who rolled his eyes at the accusation pushing his plate back as he looked into your fathers eyes

“ excuse me if I seem like an asshole right now but , I do have a hero patrol in 15 mins so we need to go — sorry to cut the y/n intervention short “

Your husband grabbing your hand picking up your daughter and forcefully dragging both of you to the car.

Locking your daughter into the seat with a harsh tug on the seatbelt and a huff when he finally sat beside you in the drivers seat starting the car and veering onto the road.

“ you don’t have a patrol scheduled tonight bakugou “ your eyebrows creased at the flat out lie eyes moving to look out the window of the passenger seat

“ yeah ? “ he spoke flatly “ just like you don’t have any wish to leave me and your daughter in the middle of the night while we’re sleeping “

“ I never said that “ you sighed “ I never told her that either “

“ well that’s not what your mom just told me “

“ katsuki baby you know my mom you know how she loves to be dramatic about things that have nothing to do with her “

“ are you lying to me right now ? “ he questioned eyes flicking over to look you up and down between glances at the road and back“ you better not be fucking lying to me right now y/n — you know nothing good comes of it “

“ what ? No “ you screamed loudly sounding as if you were trying to convince yourself more so then him. Your body shifting when you felt his eyes on you

“ so then why didn’t you supply me backup during that whole interrogation from your parents “

Your body shook in a shudder at the implication he knew exactly why you didn’t help him hell even your daughter could put the pieces together after hearing one conversation between you two.

Laughing softly you licked your dry lips and spoke “ what are you a cop ? What backup do you bakugou katsuki need? “

“ backup against your parents y/n ? Are you fucking blind did you not see what I just saw ? Hear what I just heard ?”

“ trust me I saw and heard both of my sense are thankfully still intact after the fight last night “

“ it wasn’t that bad “ he let out with a huff

“ it was that bad “ your daughters voice chirped from the backseat causing your husband to fix the review mirror and stare at her small body shrinking back into the seat to escape his enraged stare

“ parents argue all the time sunflower — it just happens a lot more with us because “ his eyes staring at you with a foreign look in them “ we don’t always see eye to eye in our parenting process ok“

“ but Vivian’s mom said that parents like mine will always agree on things because they’re rich — she said there’s nothing money can’t fix “

“ yeah ? “ his grip on the steering wheel tightening “ did she say that “ your husbands eyes wondering over to yours as the car slowed down upon a red light. “I don’t want another necklace bakugou “

“ but necklaces make your neck look pretty “ he swallowed trying to cool down the rising anger he felt at finally hearing a simple no from you “ they also make me forget that you lied to me — I don’t know if that means anything to you “

“Yeah but, necklaces also make me forget about our fights “

“ wow aren’t necklaces such a magical creation doing not one but two jobs all in one “ your husband smiled

“ it’s not fucking funny bakugou ? “ you scoffed

“ I never said it was — have you ever heard the word funny fall from my lips in regard to you “

“ all you do is piss me off — talk to me any kind of way — and then you blame it on a stupid sucky patrol— ‘ oh babe i had a tough patrol’ tonight I’m sorry “ you crossed your arms as you stared at the male next to you in disgust

“ y/n I—“

“ no at this point fuck you katsuki “

The silence in the car along with the chilling air that swirled between the three of you having no escape as the windows were rolled up .

the fresh cool air that once felt refreshing now feeling suffocating. Your silent protest in your head not enough to stop the escalation of the situation at hand as you felt the car come to a slow stop on the side of the highway.

Watching as the grip he held on the steering wheel tightened his now white knuckles let it go falling to his lap as his head fell back against the seat and rolled against the back of his headrest and let his eyes fall on yours.

The disgust and borderline threat that lay in them enough to make you uncross your arms as his eyebrow quirked up at the defiant action he’d failed to notice while driving only making you straighten in your seat. Your eyes that rested on his for some reason trying to compete in a staring contest against him already knowing you’d lose

“ who the fuck do you think you are “ he laughed lightly “ huh ? “

A small smile playing at his face “ what did you parents give you some kind of new confidence that I’ve gotta beat out of you again or some shit ? “

“ d/n “ your daughters body shooting up at the sound of her fathers voice “ baby — put your headphones on “

Her small chubby hands moving to put them over her head as your head shook hand reaching back to hers to try to stop her “ no— no baby don’t put your headphones on ok “

Your daughter now confused beyond belief eyes moving between you and her father. “ daddy’s just being mean right now ok “ Your body twisting to face her in a small plea “ if you listen to mommy and don’t put them o— “

“ put the headphones on d/n “ his eyebrows creasing as he looking at you mouth up in a snarl of disgust hand gripping your arm that was reaching back to your daughter and the other clamping over your mouth as he pushed his face into yours “ the fuck do you think you’re doing “

Your body going cold “ are you trying to scare my daughter “

“ katsuki please I just “

“ what ? Are you using my child now ? “ his eyes glaring at the thought

“ You gonna use my child as a way to not piss me off to escape what you obviously need to hear ? Huh “ he scoffed “ you talk to me any kind of way but as soon as you hear it back you’re crying “

“ what a pathetic whore you are y/n “ You moved to wipe your tears knowing how badly he hated to see you crying after you made him mad “ ‘m not —‘m not pathetic “

“ oh so you’re a whore though “

“ please I’m sorry “ hands moving to grip his shirt that hovered over you “ ‘m so sorry “

“ ‘Ts fucking pathetic “ he shook his head in annoyance “ how the fuck could I marry something like this ? “

“ I— “

“ you keep begging me not to leave you but look at you ? —- you’re borderline disgusting ? — you let your parents talk to me any kind of way you let them disrespect our daughter ? “ he laughed “ you just sat here and begged a 7 year old to not play music while her parents are arguing “

“ BECAUSE YOURE GOING TO HIT ME “

“ Now y/n what the fuck are you on about now “ his face made up in disbelief “ do you even hear yourself I’ve never put my hands on you “

“ words are fucking enough katsuki “ you cried “ they’re more then enough “

“ well obviously they’re not if you’re telling me to fuck off in front of my 7 year old daughter “

“ I didn’t— what I meant is that “

“ what ? “

“ I just meant that “ your brain losing track of what you wanted to say after realizing how he hovered above you the big suv suddenly feeling so tiny now

“ mhmm”

“ I don’t— I don’t know “

“ yeah ? “

“ I’m sorry “

“ yeah ? “

“ yes “

“ you better fucking mean it y/n “

“ I do I’m sorry “ you swallowed eyes darting everywhere but his as he moved to start the car again. The silence in the car not nearly as loud enough as your daughters voice that soon spoke “ daddy“

“ hmm princess “

“ I think you should punish mommy when we get home “

Your face contorting in disbelief “ wha— “

“ why baby “ he shook his head “ why would you say something like that — why would you want your mommy to get in trouble baby “

“ well “ she bit at her lip “ it’s just that whenever I lie I get in trouble and you punish me “ she swallowed “ you take away my toys and tell me no tv and stuffs but just now mommy didn’t get in trouble “

“ hmm “ your body shook in fear at her words “ d/n why do you think mommy lied to me “

“ I don’t think I know daddy “

“ yeah ? “ his eyes looking over at your shaking body in the seat next to him. His mouth not even allowing him to let a laugh out with how pissed he was right now. How dare you lie to him.

How dare he not catch it

“ yeah “

“ well — can you tell me how she lied “

“ mhmm— I heard her talking to grandma last night while you were working “ she shook her head up and down rummaging through her tiny Barbie bag as you moved to speak “ katsuki she’s 7– she doesn’t know what she’s talking about “

You laughed uncomfortably “ just— I don’t even know what she’s talking about— baby why would I lie to you ? Huh I talked to my mom yesterday yes you know she calls at random times and you weren’t there to listen to the call—but I swear we didn’t talk abt you—or—or anything — why would I do th—“ you nearly cried when a recorded tape of your voice broke out over your own

“ mom I’m just really scared “ you cried “ he just— he’s so angry now “ tears heavily “ I mean in high school he was always pissed off yeah but I only married him because he said he was working on it “

“ is he not ? The tv stations are all saying he’s visiting therapy now y/n “

“ no “ you practically whisper yelled “ hes —- hes full of shit I’m — visiting therapy — I’m seeing therapist— hes going to pick up me— anytime you see a fucking clip of him walking in a fucking therapy building it’s to pick me up “

“ y/n — wha— baby what that doesn’t even make any sense “

“ hes not going I’m going hes a fucking liar— I don’t know what hes telling these tv cast people or what the fuck goes on he doesn’t even let me watch an interview hes in “ you spoke loudly “ he says I don’t need to watch him on tv when the real things right here “

“ y/n what do you want to do “

“ I wanna fucking leave “ you cried “ I wanna go “

“ you have a daughter baby — you can’t just leave him you two are parents “

“ I don’t give a fuck “

“ y/n “

“ I don’t give a tiny fuck — a big fuck— a medium fuck if she wants to stay here she can — I’m leaving “

“ y/n she’s 7 she’s protecting her dad she just doesn’t know any better “

“ no mom — she’s the devil she’s a miniature version of him — I’m telling you that girl is sneaky id be crazy not to believe she’s not listening in on me right now to report back to him like a fucking spy “

The radio going static as the recording stopped.

Your body tense as you turned slowly to make eye contact with the spawn of satan who sat in the backseat. Her mouth turning up in a small smirk when she saw her fathers eyes close as he parked in the garage a heated breath leaving him.

You shook your head lightly “ you’re— you’re just like him “ your eyes welled up this could not possibly be the child you brought into the world “ you ? Why would ? You’re just like your fucking father “

“ mommy— I don’t know what you’re talking about — “ she shook her head in mock sadness “ daddy gave me this toy to record anytime a stranger tries to talk to me or I’m scared so I can play it back to him and he can find them “ she fake cried “ I started recording when we got in the Uber last night I didn’t mean to get you in trouble ‘m sorry “

Your eyes lit up as you watched tears fall from her eyes only for them to blink slowly when you made eye contact with scarlet glowering eyes that you knew you wouldn’t be able to run from.

“ when we get in the house— go straight to the room y/n“ he moved to open the car door “ we need to talk “

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dreaming-of-the-reality · 2 years

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The fandom: Oh My God! I love Daemon! He’s a feminist and is my favourite character! Team Black all the way cause they’re the good guys!

Daemon:

- Beats a messenger who’s only job was to deliver a piece of paper

- He makes fun of his brothers newly deceased son because it means he has a higher chance of claiming of the throne, celebrating it in a tavern and brothel

- Stole a dragon egg by lying to his whore and to his brother saying he was marrying her and she was pregnant

- Took Rhaenyra out on a nightly stroll to then lead her into a brothel, dry hump her and then left her by herself (a 14 year old) in the silk streets

- Tried to ruin Rhaenyra’s reputation for the sole purpose of having her to himself

- Killed his own wife who was innocent in this whole situation and was disrespected by him so many times, by bashing her face in with a rock after scaring her horse

- Took second best option which was Laena but didn’t really love her as she deserved, took her away from her home, denied her request to go back to see her parents to which she then died.

- Barely pays any attention to his twin girls

- Married his niece after planning the murder of her husband (again innocent) and In the books he was murdered but the series let him get away - this meant that Rhaenys and Corlys were left without children all thanks to Daemon

- Had his daughters attend the wedding of their aunt/cousin and their dad a few days after their mothers funeral

- Didn’t care too much when his own daughters came in with their faces covered in blood after fighting with Aemond and instead tended to Rhaenyra’s kids

- Sailed away to Dragon stone with Rhaenyra

- came back to Kingslanding only to not believe anything Alicent says despite the fact he has been absent for the last 6 years and has no idea what’s going on

- Kills Vaemond for stating facts after taunting him to say them

- Accuses the greens of killing Viserys because again he doesn’t like them, the man literally had a hole in his head… he couldn’t walk, like barely talk, and Daemon still won’t accept the fact that maybe he just died?

- Leaves Rhaenyra alone during her childbirth despite her wailing and calling his name, instead he just wants to plan the war he’s always dreamed of

- Tries to push for a war by disobeying Rhaenyra’s commands

- Doesn’t say a word to Rhaenyra after she just squeezed out their stillborn daughter by herself, instead he goes to mope on the beach

- claims another dragon - probably to be more powerful when one of his daughters still doesn’t even have one.

- Strangles Rhaenyra because she doesn’t want to have a war and refuses to make the first move.

(In the books or history of ASOIAF)

- Sends assassins to kill one of Aegon and Helaenas children as a “son for a son” after Luke is killed by Aemond, these assassins then torture Helaena into picking out of her 3 children which one should die, when she refuses to make a decision they threaten to rape her like 3-6 year old daughter. She chooses her youngest as she thinks it will be better as he won’t even know what’s going on, they end up killing the older one which ultimately leads Helaena killing herself.

And again I’m left wondering why people consider him good? How people honestly think Alicent is worse than him, or even Aemond. Daemon is a horrible character, he’s an asshole, only wants for himself, and his actions in the last episode (episode 10) makes it seem as though the only reason he married Rhaenyra was to sit on the throne as she was his last and only option left.

I think Rhaenyra knows as well, considering she was eyeing him as he stared at Viserys crown, then was watching him wearily when he placed it on her head.

And don’t get me started on Rhaenyra either, Daemon is more violent and self-centred but Rhaenyra is more spoiled and self-centred.

Just to list a few of the reasons why Rhaenyra isn’t all good no matter how bad you feel for her now

- Constantly got away with the notion of refusing to marry despite the fact if she was in any other house and their father demanded their daughter marry, they would have no choice

- Lied to her father and Alicent about the night Daemon took her to the brothel and implied Otto was lying (he technically wasn’t) which ultimately got him sent away

- Claimed she was still a “maiden” after sleeping with Ser Criston, again, something she got away with as the Maester claimed the tea was from Viserys meaning he didn’t believe her but kept quite

- Refused all advances Alicent made in order to regain or at least heal their broken friendship after being told she would marry the king (something she couldn’t refuse, and was manipulated into doing by her father)

- When told to marry Laenor, she claimed she would do her duty to the realm by having his child, which she didn’t do and even admitted they barely tried for one.

- Cut her tour off early cause she was bored

- Seeked her own pleasure from Harwin, setting her bastard kids up for defeat by trying to persuade people to think her and her husband, both having white hair birthed three dark haired boys.

- Refused to ever admit it even though it was obvious

- Got away with it considering Viserys always tried to deflect Alicents advances to do something about it

- proposed her bastard child should sit the Driftmark throne, which would mean the death of true house Valeryon

- After seeing her son cut out another boy (her brothers) eye, she instead (not asking her kids why he did that, or told him he shouldn’t) wanted action be taken because her sons were called bastard by a 10 year old but no action against her son because in her eyes they did nothing wrong

- it was 4v1 and he was supposed to be asleep? Why does he have a dagger Rhaenyra?

- Was satisfied with “making peace” even though all her son got was a broken nose, and Alicents son lost an eye

- As Alicent said, Rhaenyra never had to sacrifice anything, to get where she was, vs Alicent who had to sacrifice everything

- Conspired with Daemon (after having sex with him again commuting adultery for the second time) to kill her husband so she can marry him

- Left Kingslanding which meant she only got to spend a day with her father after not seeing him for 6 years, and then left him to die alone again

- Got Vaemond killed for again stating the truth

- Accused the greens of killing her father who was on the brink of death before she left

And yeah, that’s just a few. I’m not going to start on Luke either, that will be a different day, different time.

So if you have gotten this far, which I’m sure no one has lol, you can tell I am 100% team Green. It’s poetic because the team your drawn to side with is team black because it has the main characters, they are made to look like the good guys where as team green is made to look evil.

If you really put it into perspective with everyone’s actions, team black has done worse things than team green by far.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #daemon targeryan #game of thrones #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #aemond targaryen #hbo series #hotd spoilers #team black #team green #rhaenys velaryon #haelena targaryen

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a drabble of toxic Paul x darry before bed...

I'll re read this tomorrow and post it on ao3 after editing it. but yall get it first!@!!

WC; 1637

edit: i posted it on ao3 , it's edited and better edited imo

“Get in.”

…

It was a freezing evening, delivering a cold that would settle deep in your bones; it was even more true for the Curtis brothers. They had buried their parents earlier that week, completely overlooking Darry’s 20th birthday as the sudden deaths shocked them all. The dark sky matched the hollow ache the three felt, in their newly quiet house.

Sodapop and Ponyboy were already settling into bed, which would only happen if they had the energy to get out of bed in the first place; the grief was slowly killing them, even if no one noticed.

Darry was going to get to bed soon too, he was just grabbing a glass of water until the undeniable rev of Paul’s car pulled up on their street. There was no mistaking why he was there; Paul was furious at Darry and wanted to fight him, no doubt. His parents’ death wouldn’t stop him either.

Water spilled down his fingers as he smashed the glass down on the coffee table, he had to bring this upcoming argument somewhere else, anywhere but outside his house; he couldn’t let his brothers wake up because his (used to be) boyfriend wanted him dead in the ground.

His shoes weren’t even tied as he stumbled down the icy front steps, the door already gently shut behind him. What really surprised Darry the most was the fact Paul stayed in his car, and that’s when he realised they were going to talk during a car ride; something Paul would only do when he was in a good mood and wanted to chase action, and not something he’d do when his partner calls him at early hours of the morning, breaking off their years long relationship.

The windows were rolled down, his blonde curls conveniently sticking out the open window as he moved his head towards Darry.

“Get in.”

Paul always talked, whether it was because he didn’t think twice before opening his mouth or because he had too many thoughts, Darry would never know.

He hesitated getting in, why would he have gone in the first place? It wasn’t until he was in the passenger's seat and the car drove off, that he realised that this might turn out to be a horrible situation that he got himself into.

Despite it being a Thursday evening, the roads were livelier than ever; it felt like a taunt towards Darry, like this city is laughing at his face, showing him that everyone else enjoys their time here, unlike him.

The windows were rolled back up at this point, it always gave Darry a headache whenever the fast wind would be in the car; and the fact that Paul remembered that, and pulled them up, made Darry feel a little more at ease.

As much at ease he could feel as he stayed still in his ex friend's leather seat; he broke out into a cold sweat, causing his skin to stick to the seat uncomfortably.

He wished Paul would say anything, the few minutes of driving to the highway seemed to stretch on forever- longer than any class Darry remembered being bored in. Instead of boredom fogging his brain, it was confusion; and more so fear, fear of what exactly Paul was going to say, and why they were on the road.

And little did he know, he got that answer in no time.

“So all you were gonna give me was a lousy phone call?” His tone was straightforward, and Darry couldn't help but wonder if the previous silence was because Paul was trying to find his words.

“It wasn't lousy..”

“It was, and you know it.”

Paul sighed, that deep sigh from the chest, that Darry vaguely associated with his late childhood dog; he always sighed like that, as if he was the only lugging up bundles of roofing and not his dad.

Paul would always sigh when he was frustrated, and Darry wished he had the ability to do that: instead he'd just erupt, his emotions being too much to hide away much longer.

“It was annoying, you know.” Darry didn't. He felt like it was perfectly reasonable; Paul was moving away for university and might never come back to this back ass end place like Darry wouldn't have. He explained it, the whole funeral bit and the custody battle the family went through; and yet, here he was taking Darry on a ride, still trying to make the situation about him.

“I just- We can still make this work you know, we can call, still meet up every once in a while..” He tripped over his words, finding it hard to believe his own words; as he knew as much as Darry that they were over.

“Paul, it’s more complicated than that, and you know it.”

“Complicated my ass.”

“Goddammit Paul-,” His hands met his face, they rubbed his face up and down as he felt like it was pulling teeth with this guy. “I just can't afford getting caught, we just can't do this anymore. I need to think about my brothers.

“Just seems to me like I'm not worth the effort, huh?” The rev was more noticeable than ever, and Darry noticed the hand on the speedometer go past the usual speed he'd use on these roads.

His foot was slowly settling down on the acceleration, the car going faster by each passing second.

Darry felt his heart drop, and before he knew it; he felt sick to the stomach. “Paul..” He was afraid of driving the moment his parents’ crash was announced to him; and Darry started to regret telling Paul how they were killed.

Paul was doing this to scare Darry, no doubt about it.

He wanted to grab his arm and snap some sense into his ex, but the likelihood of them crashing would skyrocket if he tried that. It's not like he could've done it either; he was completely frozen in the spot, his usual instinct of fight had shifted to freezing instead.

“Did you ever get that cake for your birthday?”

If Darry wasn't disgusted with him earlier, he was now.

He shouldn't have told him so many details, why did he have to open up? He decided at that moment that he'd never tell anyone his fears again, if he survived that is.

“Paul, slow down.” It came out as a mere whisper, but it was better than the silence he felt compelled to keep. His jaw was tight, as was the rest of his muscles as he stayed on high alert.

“I thought you greasers liked drag races?”

Darry bit his tongue, refusing to acknowledge how socs loved drag racing just as much, but Paul already knew all of that, he had gone to watch some races himself. No, Paul was trying to rile Darry up, get a reaction out of him; Yet it seemed like he refused.

Blurs of colour was all Darry could look at as they sped down the highway, surpassing cars left and right.

His breathing was as fast as his heart was going, and Darry wondered if he was gasping for breath.

His mind was spinning, or maybe it was more like a ripple from when a puddle was touched? Darry couldn't tell what was happening anymore, all he could think was how his parents’ bodies looked, the smell of the crash itself seemingly around him; even if he never was at the crash itself when it happened, he could still visibly imagine it all.

Died on impact, no suffering.

He'd hoped the same would happen if Paul were to crash, he'd hated to have his last moment be dragged out, knowing he's leaving behind two brothers who need him. That, and having to share his last breaths alongside his ex; the very man who had his life in his hands.

It took around a minute for Paul to get bored, or at least feel guilty enough to slow down. He took the next turn around, catching glances at Darry every once in a while.

Even if his face was turned away from Paul, he could clearly see how pale Darry had gotten, his nervous shaking hadn't gone unnoticed either.

Paul felt bad for a second, until it was replaced by anger. This meeting was for Paul to get concrete answers, not for his ex to act like a sissy.

His tongue swiped over his front teeth as he tried to find a way to ask Darry his question again, but before he could even think of something; Darry spoke up.

“Let me out.” His voice came out in a croak, as if he'd been crying; but he didn't, he didn't..

“Yeah I'll drop you at your house.” Paul replied with a huff, as if the directions he was currently going in weren't obviously going towards the other man's house.

“No. Drop me off here, I'll walk.” Darry couldn't stand being in the same car as him anymore, not after the stunt he pulled.

Paul wanted to argue, grinding his teeth as he pulled over instead; letting out his ex at the curb as the streetlamps were the only thing illuminating his face. It was cloudy that night.

In the light, Paul could clearly see the wet trails down Darry's face, and he wondered how he missed that.

“Fuck off Paul.” He spat in his face before slamming the door shut after him.

His steps were quick and deliberate, he never did like walking in the dark.

“Shit..” He hid his face in his arms, as he finally realised his actions. He was dead to Darry now, and so Darry had to be dead to him.

He was horrible to Darry, he could at least register that much.

Yet he couldn't let go.

He wanted Darry.

#the outsiders #darry curtis #paul holden #darry x paul #paul x darry #parry #the outsiders fanfiction #i love how diverse my parry fics are #“oh yeah theyre absolutely a cute couple here!”#“they need each other dead in this one.”#i think its beautiful #it can be perceived as anything

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Ivy could think of worse ways to spend her afternoon than curled up on her bed with an army of kittens wrestling all around her. Admittedly, she almost had been trapped into spending the following afternoon in a much worse scenario; third wheeling an awkward Not Date with her best friend and his 10-year-long situationship. As it worked out, Max was a life saver in more ways than one, meaning she’d be dodging that bullet fairly smoothly. Still, she kinda wished she could just spend it in her apartment with the furballs. Maybe she’d have to see if she could convince Max to come back to her apartment – as friends, obviously – and meet the babies.

While Ivy knew her own love life was in absolute shambles, and her commitment issues were proving to be her greatest downfall, she couldn’t quite wrap her head around whatever the hell it was Wardo and Louis were doing. Sure, they had a lot of history, and the last time hadn’t ended so great on either end, but ten years had passed. They were both new people, to an extent, and it was pretty clear to anybody who knew them that they were still in love. She didn’t understand why they couldn’t just talk, like actual grownups, and sort their shit out. But, for whatever idiotic reason, they couldn’t, so instead she had to sit by and watch her extremely intelligent best friend turn into a socially awkward nerd who couldn’t string a sentence together when faced with Louis, who was suddenly acting like a sixth grader kicking his feet, twirling his hair, and giggling at every other word that came out of Wardo’s mouth. Lowkey, it was kind of exhausting.

As she scrolled aimlessly through her phone, Ivy found herself giggling as Wardo Jr nuzzled against her jaw, his hair tickling her nostrils, causing her to cringe away from her furry baby. Shooting him a playful glare – one much gentler and kinder than would have been bestowed upon Human Wardo, no doubt – she dropped her phone down onto her duvet and pushed herself up into a seating position. Just as she was about to scoop him up into her arms, however, she groaned. Just behind Wardo, the kittens were wreaking havoc, no doubt exactly what he was trying to draw her attention to.

She wasn’t sure why he couldn’t look after his own damn kittens instead of lounging around like some deadbeat dad while Helen was out on the fire escape scoping out potential new Baby Daddies, but it seemed this was her lot in life.

“Hey, scram!” Ivy called out, leaning across as she expertly scooped two tiny kittens into opposing hands.

At 5 weeks now they were old enough for her to pick them up without any real concern, and still tiny enough that they fit perfectly into the palm of her hand. Setting them back down on opposite ends of the bed, she moved towards another kitten, who appeared to be scrapping with himself – or so she thought, anyway.

“Oh my God, you rat bastard,” Ivy sighed, wincing as she watched one of the kittens try to wrap its tiny mouth around her book. Considering that she wasn’t much of a reader, she knew immediately which book it was, and given who she was expecting to call around soon, she didn’t think it would go over too well if she told Louis that one of his potential children had tried to sink their teeth into his first draft copy of Christopher Street.

Snatching the book up and away from the feeble claws of the kitten, she tossed it onto her bedside table and shook her head fondly. Helen had given birth to a litter of 7 kittens, and each of them already had come with a whole lot of personality. With the exception of two – the last ones to arrive, the runts so to speak – they all had so much energy for creatures so small and, as much as she loved them, Ivy was looking forward to the day some of them could be taken off her hands. It was practically a full-time job looking out for them. It had been clear from day one that Helen had chosen her favourites, with the two smallest being overlooked, ignored and bullied by the other kittens – and Ivy practically fighting with their mom to ensure they got a healthy amount of nutrients and love.

While she knew there was no point naming the kittens when they weren’t all going to be sticking around, she had nicknames in the back of her mind for most of them, just to help her tell them apart. The ginger cat chewing on Louis’ book was Shit For Brains, while the two that had been scrapping – both tortoise shells – were Cunty and Sixteen (the latter on account of the fact that he had a weird knack for unlocking her phone and sending keyboard smashes to Max in the middle of the night). The biggest one - practically identical to Wardo Jr in every way imaginable – was Sasquatch, and then there was Raff Jr who was the grumpiest of the litter. She wasn’t intentionally naming her cats after Raff and his wife, obviously, but he was short-hair brown kitten with a perpetual scowl on his face, so what else was she meant to name him?

That then left the two smallest – the outcasts of the group. She didn’t wanna make assumptions, but Ivy was pretty sure that they would be Louis’ favorites, not least because they were her favorites. Small as they were, they were mighty, and they’d fought for five weeks to keep their place. Ivy was kind of obsessed. She’d never admit as much out loud, but she’d secretly named them Sadie and Lee. Those names meant absolutely nothing to anybody, so she figured there was no harm saying them out loud, but it felt like a dangerous game. Sadie Lee was the name on her birth certificate, the one given to her after her birth mom had abandoned her. She hadn’t kept it, nor had she told even Wardo that any name other than Ivy Rogers existed, but she’d never forgotten.

A knock sounded at the door, and Ivy padded across her apartment, a trail of kittens now at her heels. Crouching down, she scooped Sadie up onto her shoulder, confident that she’d be able to settle there safely – small as she was – and pulled the front door open, revealing Louis Denver on the other side.

“Dude,” she grinned, gesturing around her. “I have a fuckin’ army of kittens, man.”

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NOTE: This is Billy's general and frankly MAIN universe. it is HEAVILY inspired by the works of Joe Hill and a smidge of Neil Gaiman for vibes. The Night Road is an element of Joe Hill's works and their adaptations and is first mentioned in his novel Heart Shaped Box.

Something happened to Billy all those years ago, what it was exactly he doesn’t say and no one who was around for it is either gone or conspicuously won’t talk about it. But he’s different now. Never been the same since— assuming he’s even alive. He certainly hasn’t been back there and if the people who knew him saw him, they’re not saying anything. It’s not clear if it’s because he doesn’t want to go or because he can’t go. There’s a story though, an urban myth really.

Here’s how it goes:

Back in the 80s there was this real hard glam rock kinda guy, real poster child for the whole 80s vibe— mullet, single earring, leather jacket, muscles, heavy metal, hot rod and a fuck you attitude. His name was Billy Hargrove and he was from California. His mom left him with his bastard of a dad when he was a kid then Billy got saddled him with a younger sister when he remarried. It wasn’t a good time for anyone but it was especially bad for Billy. See Mr. Hargrove was a real piece of work, he beat Billy just for looking at him wrong. Didn’t like anyone that wasn’t himself. And that made Billy mean too. When Billy was 17 things went really south and they ended up in some loser podunk midwest town to get away from the fall out. Billy got real angry after that. Drinking, fighting, sleeping around — the whole 9 yards — he really got wild. Like he had a death wish or something. And maybe he did seeing how things went.

So one night Billy had this date with some girl and he’s speeding along in his Camaro — as usual — and he doesn’t come back. It’s like he just drove into the night and got eaten up by it. Not so crazy either on those rural roads, all those trees and no street lights make it darker than dark. Most people thought he’d finally gotten into an accident somewhere or bailed out of town. But they never found a wreck and if he did skip town he’d left with nothing but the clothes on his back and a lot of very sellable shit behind — not exactly the actions of a dude who’s looking to head back to Malibu.

Only people could still hear his car roaring down the road. I mean you could NOT mistake this for anything else. Billy Hargrove was the only guy in town with a hot rod and the only one who drove like he wanted you to know he was coming for ya. His old man swore he heard it all the time, even as he had one foot out the door sayin’ he was dumping his wife and step-daughter and moving on to somewhere better. Every night he’d hear that fucking Camaro and sometimes in the day, sometimes just outside the bank where he worked as a security guard. Claimed he heard weird shit on the radio too, Billy’s heavy metal and some DJ talking about The Night Road. Said he heard screams of the damned. First he blamed the step-daughter for it but how the hell could she hack the airwaves? Finally he seemed to totally snap and said he was leaving this godless place and going somewhere better, somewhere a man like him deserved.

Never got somewhere better but he did get somewhere he deserved. He went missing one night, truck still in the driveway, headlights on and the driver’s door open. The only evidence was tire tracks. They matched Billy’s Camaro. They never found a body but his wife did get a call a few days later. It was Billy saying he’d took pops for a little bonding trip, wished her and the brat a nice life and hung up. She knew was a widow now and whatever trip they’d took it wasn’t any kind she’d ever understand. Or want to.

See whatever happened to Billy it made him different. Like some kinda fucking ghost rider or whatever. See there’s this road the NIGHT ROAD — it runs from from north to south following the I-95 but also it’s everywhere and it’s nowhere. Either way it ends in Florida cause you see it ends in HELL. And Florida’s pretty 1 for 1 on being Hell. To get on the Night Road there’s gotta be something a little dark in you, a little wrong, and once you’re on it you can get to places you never knew existed. It’s like Route 66 for the supernatural or something. And Billy? Billy’s on that road now, some kine of 80s grim reaper blaring Metallica while he comes to take someone to Hell.

He’s not Santa, he doesn’t have a naughty or nice list. No one really knows when he’s gonna show up or why most of the time. But if you piss him off or summon him well, we’ll never forget you. So if you’re ever driving on an empty road at night and suddenly there’s headlights behind you and a radio blaring, it just might be Billy Hargrove making his rounds on the Night Road. And maybe he’s there for you.

#meta / ooc.#tbt / ooc.#BEHOLD! THE NEW CANON!

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