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eorzeashan · 8 months

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Feel free to ignore: What are the differences between ex8, 8, & 9 game play vs OC Lore regarding their relationships/feelings with the companions and main NPC? Base game? Whole game-timeline up to you. How do their views differ towards main companion like Kaliyo and NPC like D.Jadus, Watcher X, est.? Like ex8 would have a different relationship with D.Jadus (if any) compare to 8 & 9, and does she have “different” companions? (Unless I’m wrong to assume "first C9", and she’s just a “filler” OC).

OOh, a big and juicy ask! Sorry if this came a little late, I had to ruminate for a while. Buckle up, this might get long (and incoherent since I'm trying to answer this while feeling ill).

ex8 (Nosta):

Nosta's main difference lies in the fact that she's older than Orradiz and counts as a previous generation Cipher that has a closer working relationship to Keeper as a compatriot rather than a junior; this also makes her act more experienced and less open to the base story's companions as opposed to Eight, who doesn't have the luxury of being a superior officer. Though my headcanons for Keeper/Minister vary, something I noticed in the gameplay was that her and Keeper flirted right off the bat in Hutta, and the seductive side of the Female IA suits her quite well.

Compared to the "canon" F!Agent, she is far more hardline and cold, and it could be said that the personality of a DS F!Agent is more her facade--the stereotype of a beautiful Chiss that the Empire favors when the real woman behind that experiences a huge disdain for the cliche that many outsiders project onto the Chiss. Which is that of an always elegant, perfect, dignified and classy individual, hyperfeminine and hypersexual-- an image she has no fondness for, but finds use in because her real rougher nature is frightening and cruel to many who know her true self. Not even in a femme fatale way; there are no limits to the methods she knows, and she is known for using anything to her disposal. No life is off limits. No weapon out of her reach. She is very much like a cartel enforcer/hitman rather than a typical agent, and that is the knowledge she passed down to her student. She's also rather crass.

As a result, she probably overpowered Kaliyo with that "gangster" side in being more rough and older than her, as compared to the polite diplomacy the agent can afford. Vector is someone I considered having Nosta flirt with just to experience his romance, but given her status, she'd find him more of a method to get her rocks off than anything else. Her "canon" backstory implies she has a long romantic history with Aristocra Saganu, but that storyline didn't necessarily need to be told since the son she has with him is my friend's OC from the Nine timeline, so I often retcon it in Eight's timeline.

Nosta, compared to the gameplay, is supposed to not have met any of the base game comps and further on as I see the IA crew as purely attached to the new Nine's story, so I never gave much thought to her relationships with them-- she would have kept them at an exceptional distance and Doctor Lokin carries a similar view on both Eights at all times, and that is extreme wariness of the role they play as that Cipher designation, but TLDR the main difference lies in her closer ties to being an "oldie" of Intelligence with the history to back it up.

Her only companion has always been a young Orradiz; this remains true in both the Nine and Eight timelines, and a huge reason for why she has a complicated relationship with him where she denied herself the right to treat him like her own child, despite the fact that he kept her from succumbing to the loneliness of decades of isolation. She had him as a companion ever since he was a child to young adulthood.

As for her view on Watcher X and Jadus, I actually haven't finished her playthrough (oops) but she absolutely does not hold the same view on Jadus as her apprentice. She did, however, tell Orradiz that as agents they needed to see the bigger picture at all times and that their duty was to play the game right and win, so she had a huge part in laying the foundation for Eight's curiosity and acceptance of Jadus' status as an element outside of the system, since she taught him specifically to look for outliers and unknown elements that could influence the political stage of the galaxy in unexpected ways.

As a Chiss, she holds the same mild bias towards Force-users their society does, but she never lets emotions like that cloud her work and so would view Jadus as the kind of "prize" she would hunt as part of her oath to protect the Ascendancy from outside forces.

Watcher X....he is younger than her but befell a similar fate to Nosta when it was time to retire, so I imagine he monitored her career before and knew her in passing, though Nosta would find him to be a strange and fickle man as well as one that she would never associate with willingly (lol). I'm sure they had the kind of relationship where they scratched each other's backs for information through blackmail.

Eight (Orradiz)

Eight for the most part doesn't differ too much from the gameplay save for being far quieter and nonverbal (as well as toned down in boldness/confidence) in KOTXX, but in the class story he is very much the type of agent who takes risks, is unpredictable, and appears both savvy and dangerous on the surface to everyone around him. You could say Nosta's cruelty rubbed off on him, and this time is when he acts the most like her but with his own laidback charm. The agent replay tag tends to cover how he is during the story. Other major differences between the gameplay and his own lore is whether or not he actually experiences the Agent story for the same reasons as Nosta, as he is not Cipher Nine here. His overall vibe can be summed up to working class assassin, who treats killing both as his sacred duty and just another day at the office. As for the "duty" part, I'll have to get into that another time since we'd be here for hours and it deserves its own post.

His relationships with the class comps are also, fickle at best, but he is arguably close to them in his own way. His relationship with Vector becomes strained when he chooses to become Darth Jadus' Hand, though he holds no ill will towards Vector for having such a vehement reaction to his betrayal; they already had opposing opinions on his life of violence, and Vector often found himself unable to understand Eight's perspective of living in such a way as purely a weapon designed to kill and betray. Yet, contrary to Eight's belief that Vector no longer cared for him after the incident, Vector merely felt pity that Eight had resigned to isolating himself further and hopes that they can meet in the middle someday.

His relationship with Kaliyo is touch and go. Eight thinks that she's a test of whether an agent can handle and work with unsavory types such as her in preparation for becoming the next Keeper, but he is also used to working with people who don't like him/are abrasive, so his feelings on her are neutral. Kaliyo thinks he's weird and too quiet, but she knows just how deadly and dirtied he is, so it both earns her admiration and distance. They leave one another be. She's also unable to get a rise out of him, so she finds that part "boring".

Eight treats Raina like a younger sister, given her relationship to Saganu and the Chiss Ascendancy, both of which he owes. He's also just kind to younger and fresh recruits, which Raina is painfully so. Most of her hero worship wears off once she experiences for herself how eccentric and unorthodox Eight is, but that unintentionally brings them closer since she doesn't put him on a pedestal; the only time they experience strife in their relationship is the incident with her father, Cipher Three. Given Eight's role as the chief executioner for the majority of Ciphers and his view on what it means to kill one of them, they butted heads on her decision to kill her father, with Eight saying that pulling a trigger out of fear and the desire for vengeance was a shameful act that would dishonor her more than any past sin of her father. Of course, the game didn't let him say such a thing, but it did put a wrench in their relationship for a while, and as usual, Eight went back to being a loner while Raina didn't speak to him.

SCORPIO is an odd case. She and Eight found unexpected common ground in wishing to change and evolve into better, stronger versions of themselves to understand the world around them while feeling othered by it, and while Eight cared little for keeping her onboard against her will and experienced annoyance at her initial rudeness, they became close over time because of their shared loneliness and desire to be a person in their own definitions. The biggest deviation from canon came from KOTXX, half of what would've been skipped because of SCORPIO's closeness and understanding of his situation; it's my headcanon that Eight took her to Iokath early by himself and set her free. "Goodbye, SCORPIO." 'Goodbye, agent. I hope...you find the answer you seek, as I have.' were her last words to him before she went to sleep. Eight vehemently prevented anyone else from stepping foot on Iokath afterwards, having told SCORPIO to fill it with poison gas so no one could use her ever again. The Alliance was not happy with his decision to go completely rogue, as expected.

Lokin's relationship with him becomes begrudgingly fatherly, even though he experiences a hint of fear knowing this is not just any agent, but the one of whom killed many of your old comrades-- yet his initial wariness soon wears down to fond bewilderment because Eight is a curious soul who turns out not to be as scary as his reputation on his good days. Yet their shared parallel history puts them on more equal ground as twin survivors of a history painted with the blood of countless agents, so Lokin takes on less of a mentor role and more of a tired old grandpa who needs him to stop being so wild on every mission. It's a refreshing situation for him.

Nine (Orradiz)

Orradiz here is the most canon-compliant comparing the gameplay to the lore, with the only major difference between him and the game's mold for Cipher Nine being that he is kind of....a tsundere ice prince. Most of his Echani heritage is forgotten, and he relies on tech far more than his Eight self, as well as being infinitely more charming and well-spoken and much better with people, to the point of being friends with nearly everyone. (My friends often joked he was a Chiss in everything but appearance). As a result, he acts and is much weaker compared to Eight and is far more submissive to Sith, given his mindset that they cannot be defied and it's better to suffer under them than resist and die for nothing. Nosta is still Cipher Eight in his history here and plays the same role as his mentor, with the key difference being that Orradiz does not inherit her designation and becomes Nine instead even after her alleged retirement.

Vector is very close to him this time, with Nine having jumped into his arms on their reunion post-KOTXX and Vector having swung him around in joy. Like most agents, Nine was able to bond with him due to his caring nature amidst a lineup of other companions who appear to not.

Kaliyo, strangely enough, was who he relied on the most through his playthrough because he is the type who understands those who work for selfish means more than altruistic means, so he felt reassured having her at his back since he could predict her base nature easily and know what she wanted. In other words, he often traded sexual favors in return for her service, which in his eyes was more trustworthy than simply relying on someone without payment. They got along like a house on fire because he secretly enjoyed causing mayhem with her, though she was often trouble and gave him a headache more times than he could count.

He did not like SCORPIO at all and wanted to scrap her.

Lokin he had a fun relationship with because he liked the back and forth game of insinuating the ways they were going to betray or kill each other, since as previously stated, he lives in a world where there is no one with ulterior motives, so this was just another day for him. They grew quite close, with Nine calling him an old friend.

Raina......he feels awkward with since he initially treated her like his student, but for some reason she fell in love with him and tried to ask him out, to which he told her "I think you should talk about this with someone else". Ouch. Not sure how that happened on my end, since it didn't with Eight. They're not too far apart in age, but because Nine sees her as too young and impressionable, he had zero interest in dating her and found it alarming.

Nine's relationship with Theron and Lana is also irrevocably different, as this was my first and only Theronmancer; Nine fell in love with him during SoR, and it is Theron who manages to crack his cold persona and bring him home with him to the Republic. Infinitely different from Theron and Eight's platonic relationship of.....whatever they have going on. Nine is still Lana's underling in this timeline, but they're far more amicable to each other since he's used to her type of Sith and follows orders well. It should be noted that he was neither Outlander nor Commander in this timeline, and worked alongside Theron as heads of the Alliance's Intelligence division, with the Jedi Knight being the Commander.

His relationship with Jadus is nonexistent; like the typical neutral agent, he shares the same fear of Sith and force-users that abused officers have and practically hates him.

As for Watcher X, Nine chose to set him free in exchange for Intelligence secrets; the offer was too good to pass up and he was not taught to be a naive fool who trusted Intelligence to treat him kindly once his use was up. As always, his every step was a measure working towards his ultimate goal of winning the game of espionage.

#swtor #oc: orradiz #Imperial agent #oc: nosta #ask meme: answered #sorry if I didn't cover everything you asked or if it didn't make a lot of sense!! I tried to be in-depth as possible #long post #throwback to my cipher nine run lololol #his nine self would do anything to win. even sell himself out #sorry for bad pics im tired

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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ALSO- I have a request! Brothers (+royals if you want) reacting to an MC who is extremely affectionate once they like someones- gives hugs, praises often, gives gifts, does their best to help when they can- but if any of this affection is returned they cry. Hard. Because they're emotionally constipated and any affection or love they receive overwhelms them- this also embarrasses them extremely-

Damn.... didn't think I'd feel called out by a prompt request XD it seems my time has come!

I'm guessing royals are Diavolo and barbatos so I added them but if you ever request again and someone you wanted wasn't here, feel free to comment and I'll make sure to add them

Brothers + Diavolo & barbatos with an overly affection MC with issues

Lucifer:

He grew use to your affection ways

The words of praise when you notice he finished a work load

Or when you'd pat his head when he was tired

At first he wondered why you would handle or touch him likes he's a fragile doll but he grew to love how gentle you were

Subconsciously he'd lean his head down whenever he completed a task expecting a head pat

Even if you weren't there but if he's caught he'll just pretend he was tired

Lucifer wasn't always the most affectionate, especially as he rarely shows how much he genuinely loves the people around them

He decided to return the gesture, you recently got a high grade in a class you were struggling in

He patted your head, giving it a light ruffle

"You did good, you're improving alot - it's very promising."

Didn't expect you to start crying, aggressively shoving away your tears

"what's wrong? Did something-"

"I just- this is embarassing- you patted my head and people don't really do that for me and I just-"

"Ah, I see, then I shall do it more often."

"even in public?"

He was never a public man, wanting to get his softer side hidden in the protection of his soul and the walls surrounding his room

But here you were, crying because he simply caressed your cheek

He wants you to be happy and feel as loved as he does

So he'll happily push his walls down for you

"if it means this much to you, then yes but let's keep it appropriate."

Mammon:

"How's my handsome super model?! Did it go well? Aww you look tired, let's get you rested, okay?"

He's so in love

No one has ever made him feel this mooshy and love sick and he's ANCIENT

He's use to his brothers always insulting him - he likes a good tease and making a rude remark about each other but they tend to push it

They hit his Insecurities and think he can handle it because they're demons

But he wasn't always

Then you came along, giving him head pats and words of praise

Always standing up for him

He fell for you so quickly and so hard

He basically turns into a puppy when he's with you

When you left with Satan to get groceries he had to be forced to not go with you, waiting at the stairs for you to come back

As soon as Satan left with even your bags included, he came bolting for you

Leaping into your arms and squeezed you tight, insisting he didn't miss you but just got bored

The way he's nuzzling your cheek says otherwise

When you began crying he immediately panicked

"Did Satan do something to ya?! I swear I'll beat-"

"I'm just not use to others being as affectionate as I am back to me - it's okay."

"Huh?! Well I guess the greatest demon of all time has to be that person, that's me! Don't forget it, okay?! I'm going to smother you."

Mammon is already a touchy person but knows to be respectful, since that day his hands are always on you

Either holding your hand, touching your shoulder, petting your hair or just Hugging you

Levithan:

Levithan isn't one to give or receive when it comes to affection

He tends to get overwhelmed by just a head pat and gets embarassed if his fingers accidentally brush against yours

You're an overly affectionate person

He's a simple man who needs self worth

It's definitely a good duo

You've learned to be more vocal about your praises and affections, still testing the waters with physical touch

But from time to time he'll ask to get a head pat if he's really proud of himself

Has made you call him your little pog champ

"Levi are you- oh sorry you're streaming- I'll just leave these here."

He was confused until he saw the section dish filled with different snacks with a energy drink in the middle

He almost teared up

"No! Stay with me, they'll like you!"

In an act of no thoughts and boldness, he pulled you into his lap

You fell awkwardly and was half straddling half on his side

As soon as you got comfortable you hide your face In his neck forcing back tears

Not wanting to cry on stream

"You're so sweet, levi, I'm sure your followers can agree."

He literally short circuited

Hiding his face in your shoulder as he got flustered

"You're sweeter than me, you're always being nice to me - I really lo- like you for that."

Anyone who watched that stream now ships you - the non believers didn't believe all the stories he told about you but now they had physical proof

That stream was re-upload so many times with comps filled with him gushing about you

Levithan is determined to make sure you never see them but it's too late and you cried with joy in your room

Next time you saw him you kissed his cheek and he immediately melted

Did kiss your cheek back though but did it so quick and harsh that you stumbled backwards

Satan:

Someone being gentle to him????

Someone who doesn't keep away from his because of his sin????

Who??? What??!!

You're the who! he was SHOCKED you were so happy to get close to him and just treat him so kindly

He made a theory on the Devildom detectives group that you're actually an angel but it backfired by demons just telling him he's got feelings for you

He does but he didn't expect to get called out on a whole forum

"You're really smart, thanks for always helping me with my studies - I've found It alot easier to study and remember all my notes now, you're a good teacher!"

He's so smitten with you

You could be saying the most disgusting or insulting thing and he'd still smile and nod

He needed help getting food for this secret but really not so secret pet cat and you gladly accepted to help him

When you two were just spending time together in his room and when suddenly picked up his cat

You didn't think too much of it but grinned when he booped the cats nose onto yours

"thank you for being so kind to me- it means alot."

the cat was like you; overly affectionate so it didn't surprise you when it started gently pawing at your face and giving you little kisses

"I feel embarrassed by admitting this so I'm letting Chaos show how I feel."

He avoided looking at you

It would be for the best as you started crying, taking the cat from his hold and kissing it's head repeatedly

"and that's how I feel about you trying to move through your discomfort and be open with me."

His cheeks are BURNING

Holds your hand throughout the rest of the hang out

Asmodeus:

You're being gentle and affection despite Everyone perceiving him as a sex hungry annoyance?

You're immediately his favourite - sorry Solomon

You always understood his protectiveness over his appearance

Fixing his hair and pushing back stands if you ever pet it

You didn't need to but you always told him you washed your hands before touching his face

You always did these simple things to make him feel at ease

But he loved your touch

No matter any comment he makes; he adores you and just being able to have these tender moments with you

He knew you were special to him when you walked in on him

Barely awake, hair messy, no makeup or moisturizer - he didn't look even the slightest bit appealing

And just smiled, looking at him no differently even when his voice came out tired and croaky

"You're really pretty even when you just wake up, it's so unfair - what's your secret?"

"because it's me, darling! I always look good~"

Internally, he was freaking out about how you liked him at what he deemed - his most unattractive state

So it only made sense he became more touchy and grew closer to you

"are you sure I look good in this? I know you're very up to date with fashion."

"You look stunning, I haven't seen a bad look on you yet, perhaps your charm is just as high as mine."

He was holding your hips, smiling as you both looked in the mirror

He wrapped his arms around you, leaning on your shoulder

"I think you look good all the time, you're just amazing like that."

You tried to hide your tears but he could see them, immediately asking you what's wrong

"Nothing- I just- that means alot coming from you and you're always being so affection towards me....its really nice."

He just hugs you tighter, smiling

"I just treat you how you treat me, you're a real angel."

Beezlebub:

This guy is worried about so many things

He's scared of hurting you

He's worried if he gets carried away with touching you he'll make you uncomfortable and his gluttony will act up; wanting more of your tender touch until he feels full

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable or you feel forced to be affectionate to him because he could throw a fit

He's always ashamed of his hunger tantrums

But when he does do affection it's either carrying you or holding your hand

But was so happy whenever you cuddled hi against him or when you gave him praise

He could spend the whole day with you running your fingers through his hair, telling him he's a good demon and that he means something to you

"Can you finish this for me? I'm not feeling that hungry right now."

You offered your bowl to Beel, he happily took it

As you two spent time with each other he noticed you eyeing some of the more sweeter things set out on the table

He gently pushed it towards you

"Eat if you want it, I'll share."

You waved your hand, not wanting to take food from him

"I'm just snack-ish, I can't eat a meal right now."

You knew how hungry he could get and didn't want to leave him peckish

You knew that small feeling could easily turn into something bigger

But he just nudged it closer to you

"You eat what you want, I'll have what you don't finish."

You finally agreed, knowing he was insisting on you to eat with him

He patted your head, smiling as he watched you eat

"are you sure you won't still feel hungry?"

"you make me feel full, it soothes another type of hunger in me, it's nice."

He grabbed your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it, he couldn't stop smiling as you just looked at him in surprise

You finally grinned, tearing up and shook your head, you leaned against him and continued eating

Gripping his hand tighter as you pushed back your tears

Belphegor:

He was spoilt

Beel was always looking after him, helping him get ready for school and drying his hair, carrying him around when he was too tired to walk

And you were only fueling his spoilt nature

You always showered him in affection

Petting his hair whilst he laid his head on your lap, combed his tail, told him he looked cute

"My precious little belphie, are you feeling okay? I noticed you were struggling to sleep today at lunch."

Whilst he believed he looked intimidating with his heavy bags and sleepy grin

You found him adorable, treating him like a sweet innocent boy on those special nights of just you two cuddling

It's been a long time since he's felt innocent

You were always checking in on him

Making him feel special and cared for

He was a soft mess in your hands

"Hold me more, your hands feel so nice~"

He placed his hands on yours, making you gently squish his cheeks

"Don't you wanna cuddle?"

He raised a brow, a smug smile growing on his face

"it seems you want to."

"we don't have to-"

"If you wanna be held just ask, I'm more than happy to hold you."

He wrapped his arms around you, shifting his position and buried his face into your chest, humming as your hands ran through his hair

He gave you a small squeeze

"It feels good to be the one hugging you, you're always so comfy~"

He began murmuring how much he loves this time with you, drifting to sleep as he praised you, letting himself mindlessly go on about how wonderful and sweet you are until he started to snore

You let your tears fall

Holding him closer as you softly thanked him for his words

He just hugged you tighter in his sleep, his smile growing

UNDATEABLES↓

Diavolo:

This man is TOUCH STARVED

the fact you're unafraid to be with him and around him is already amazing but you freely hold his hand and pat his head

He thinks he's knocked his head and been taken to the celestial realm

People are intimidated by his title as prince and having you so care free in his company is new for him

So of course he enjoys how affectionate you are!

He embraces all your touches and praise!

He's even had you sitting on his lap during meetings, letting you hug him after a tiring day of studying

"You did great today, I really felt your passion for this new project, I think the students will really enjoy it!"

He gets so happy everytime you even look his way

Your smile alone fuels him for the whole day

"Meet me in the castle today, there's something I need you to do for me."

You agreed, not thinking much of it; most likely a new update on the school fair

What you didn't expect was to be greeted by shopping bags and gift boxes and even a human sized teddy bear with demon horns, you tried to ignore them as Diavolo came jogging down the steps

"What did you need me for?"

"I want you to see what you like, I bought as much as I could before Barbatos stopped me, I hope they're up to your liking."

You were speechless

You felt as if you touched the gifts you wouldn't be able to hold back; you were excited to see what he got but you didn't want to seem too excited

"Please, go ahead - it's all yours unless something is not up to your liking."

You finally went through the shopping bags; there was clothes, products, jewelry, shoes and all other sorts of items

You hugged the giant close to your chest, choking back on your tears

"thank you-"

"No need to thank me, you're always so kind to me I just wanted to return the favour."

Barbatos:

You were a like a breath of fresh air, someone he could just go to

He can unwind and be rewarded for his efforts and others normally don't notice

Whilst his lord was always praising him, it felt different with you

It felt so joyful

You would brush through his hair, always thank him even if he's just doing his job and always seem to be in awe at what he does

He'll never forget the gloves you gave him, sleek and a perfect fit with a cursive 'B' stitched to the edge - they were enchanted to warm up whenever he got cold

"Wow! You prepared all this?! That must of taken you ages! You're really amazing, Barb."

"I'm simply doing my job but your praise makes it all worth it."

Often invites you to the castle for tea

He'll make any excuse to have you come see him; the prince wants to talk, he wants a hand with a recipe, he needs an outsider's opinion on something

Whatever he can come up with; he will use it

You might as well just stay in one of the guest bedrooms because you're always coming to the castle

Speaking of excuses; today Barbatos decided to thank your lovely behaviour

Convincing you to come to the castle and meet him in the dining hall

"I saw you eyeing some recipes whilst helping me in the kitchen so, I made you them AND wrote down how I did it exactly so you can make them any time you like."

"I- you didn't have to do that! Thank you for this, they look delicious."

"I always wanted to give you this."

You couldn't even ask what it was

He already held it up for you to see

It was a box of gloves with your the first letter of your name stitched onto the edge

They were heat up gloves!

"I thought you'd appreciate your own as they'll always be handy but the gesture of matching with someone you're close to is very appealing."

He helped you put the gloves on, pinching the tip of your fingers to make sure they fitted properly

He held your hand, admiring how it looked in his

You couldn't stop a few tears forming, smiling

You felt abit silly crying over heat up gloves but you couldn't help it

"I want to match with you more often, perhaps one day it'll end up being a ring."

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layniapetrovnaaa · 4 years

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...Surprise!

[Part of The Howlett Family series]

I am making this into a series, I haven't figured out all of the parts yet or what order they will go in, but I do have a few more things planned. Also, writing this made me sweat.

Summary: Laura is at a sleepover, you and Logan take advantage of the empty house, but it doesn't go exactly as planned.

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy, cursing, alcohol.

If the on coming morning sickness didn't give it away, then you figured the lack of disposable menstrual products in the garbage would. Logan may be getting old, but some things never leave you, and being wickedly observant was one of them. That being said you also relied upon the fact that he was also very oblivious at times.

You weren't as much worried about Logan finding out prematurely as you were Laura. The dark haired girl always had an incline to curiosity and mischief, and the worst part about it was that it was always completely innocent, so you could never really be that upset about her occasional findings.

Logan felt differently however, being the private person he is, and would put locks and/or “keep out” signs on things like your shared closet, bedside table drawers, or his trunk of sentimental objects. You couldn't help but find it humorous. He was fine with her curiosity, just not when it invaded his or your privacy, or when it would embarrassed him (a story for another time...).

This was one of the only times that you would not encourage that curiosity from your daughter.

***

“Have you told him yet?” Cassie, your co-worker, asked.

“No” you sigh, pausing on wiping down the bar countertop.

Cassie was in her late thirties, she had a sweet Canadian accent that you would only catch if someone pointed it out, and she always had a wonderfully sunny disposition. She was one of those people that reminded you of sunflowers and the color yellow (despite her dozens of tattoos, stark black and white hair, dark cherry lips, and career in bar tending).

She shook her head lightly as she turned back to the glass she was cleaning out.

“Your going to have to tell them soon, [Y/N]. You can’t keep stuff like this to yourself for long.”

You nodded, eyebrows knit, thinking of how you would confess to Logan and Laura.

“[Y/N], your man is here.”

“Thanks Joe!” you say quickly so he can hear you as he rounds the corner to the back.

You head towards the entrance of the bar and see Loan hanging his coat up on the rack. You put your arms around his neck and give him a kiss.

“Hey baby.” he says lowly and quietly. The affectionate tone he used was one that he didn't want anyone else but you (and occasionally Laura) to hear.

You led him to the bar and he sits on one of the stools as you walk around the counter and prepare his usual drink.

As you fill up the glass your mind starts to wander, faintly hearing the sound of Cassie greeting Logan in her usual bubbly manor.

How would you tell them?

What would he say?

How would you afford a baby?

What if something happens?

Still zoned out you follow with the routine, setting Logan's drink down in front of him. He gives you a weird look, as if he was about to ask you why your head was in the clouds, but he was interrupted by Cassie.

“Was Laura excited about the sleepover tonight?”

Cassie had one daughter who was a year younger than Laura. You usually took Laura to work with you until Logan would get done with his job and take her home. One time Laura had been in the back playing with her dolls when Cassie came in with her daughter, complaining to you about how their babysitter had to cancel at the last minute. That was when the two girls were introduced, and they hit it off instantly (despite Laura’s quiet exterior). They would see each other occasionally at the bar, and they would talk on the phone sometimes, but this was their first time getting to hang out together in a traditional sense.

Logan pulls the drink away from his lips and sets the glass on the counter. He licks his lips and arches his eyebrow slightly before answering.

“Seemed like it, considering she didn't even say goodbye to me before she booked it into the house.”

Cassie throws her head slightly back and laughs, clapping her hands together once as she does.

“Well I’m glad, I know how...hesitant she can be sometimes.” she smiles, and heads into the back.

Logan takes another drink, leaning in a little towards you, and looks around the bar.

It was unusually quiet for a Friday night, but you had to remember that it was a small town.

“Hey, you alright?”

You snap out of your trance, shaking your head lightly as you perk up and take a deep breath in.

“Yeah, just thinking, that’s all.”

“About what?” he prods.

“Its nothing.” you give him a tight lipped smile and shove your hands in your pockets.

Your answer doesn't satisfy him, but he doesn't push. He leans back, eyebrow arched, and finishes off his drink.

You grab the glass and start to take care of it as Logan speaks again.

“Y’know its pretty quiet round here tonight...why don’t you ask your boss if you can get off early or have Cassie cover for you, cause we have the house to ourselves tonight, and that doesn't happen very often anymore.”

You turn around and smile, stretching your arms out horizontally on the counter. You lean in slightly and flirtatiously blink at Logan.

“I’ll see what I can do.” you say, looking down to his lips.

You give him a quick peck before heading to your bosses office.

***

You could feel the anticipation radiating off of Logan during the drive home, and your could see how tightly his left hand held onto the steering wheel, his right rested on your thigh.

It had been quite some time since you and Logan actually had sex. Of course you both were insatiable, but you held off a lot of the time for Laura's sake. It was mainly oral pleasure that you gave and received, as it was more inconspicuous. There was once when you two had gotten a bit carried away while Laura was outside playing, but soon she reminded you of the struggles of being intimate while having a child when she came inside to show you the snowman she had built.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, quickly using his senses to scan the house for any danger, and apparently you were safe because when you turned back around from closing the door you felt the wall against your back and his lips on yours.

Your hands reach up and hold his neck, your thumbs resting gently on his jaw.

His hands grip the tops of your hips tightly before his arms move to wrap around your waist, almost as if he was hugging you.

As you kiss your hand moves up the the side of his head pushing him into you before you pull back slightly, his lower lip stuck gently between your teeth.

He lets out a breathy groan and you two dive back in, continuing to make out.

He kicks his shoes off and starts to take off his coat, soon after pushing yours off as well. Thankfully you had taken your shoes off as you shut the door.

He starts nudging you down the slightly narrow hallway towards your bedroom, never stopping kissing you.

You break away once you make it into the room, and start to undress him, taking your shirt off as well.

“Jesus--” he marvels.

“--Did your boobs get bigger?” he asks explicitly.

You feel yourself tense up slightly, but convince yourself to calm down, he probably wouldn't think to much into it.

“I don’t think so...” you chuckle lightly and bite your lip.

“I got a few new bras the other day, remember?”

His eyes never leave your chest.

“Hmm, well, they look fuckin amazing.” and so he dives in, kissing and nipping at the soft raised mound of your bosom.

You let out soft breathy moans, and you knew you would have to wear high collared shirts for the next few days.

Logan always got like this when you were intimate again after a long while. He reverted back to his old, more animalistic ways.

He lifted his head up to kiss you again, his hands comping up to squeeze and grope your breasts before shoving off your pants.

Your hands roam all over his still toned torso, feeling yourself dampen your black panties even more as you do.

You remove yourself from him and get down on your knees, occasionally glancing up at him as you start to take off his pants and underwear.

Ever since Logan's mutation had become less and less prominent he had started taking some of the characteristics that come along with old age, one of them being it took him a little longer to get up than it used to. When it happened for the first time he was annoyed and embarrassed (though he wouldn't admit it, you could tell). You assured him that you didn't think any less of him, that he would still be able to give you the same amount of pleasure that he did before, and that it was completely natural. Logan being Logan wouldn't accept that it was “just natural” (because he thought nothing about him was), but he learned to live with it.

You slowly started to stroke his member, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around for some lubrication, then spitting on your hand and doing the same towards the base of his cock.

He groans at the contact as you pump him slowly and starts becoming more erect in your hand. You start to pick up the pace, your arm moving up and down fast, causing your breasts to jiggle lightly. Soon you were using your mouth to pleasure him as well. Your lips attached to his tip, and you start using all the techniques that you know make Logan want to implode.

Staring into his eyes occasionally as his cock finds its way further down your throat. His hands thread through your hair, softly guiding you up and down, moans and groans falling from his lips.

You continue to jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach, your other hand reaching to squeeze his balls in a pleasureful manor, soon after giving them some attention from your mouth.

The noises that are coming out of his mouth make you moan around his cock and your panties wet.

A few times you would push yourself further and try to take all of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you do.

“Ahh that’s good baby.” he sighs, gently pulling you off him.

You release him from your mouth, still working your hand, but slower now, you peer up at him and rub his tip across your top and bottom lip, taking him in your mouth once more for a last taste of him before releasing him with a wet popping noise.

He pulls you up so that you’re standing, before he speaks.

“How the fuck are you so good at that?” he asks rhetorically.

You giggle a little and kiss him. He grabs your hips and turns you around so that your barely clothed buttocks is pressing against his groin. You turn your head to look back at him so you can continue to make out and he reaches under your arms to squeeze your still pushed up breasts, your hands flying up to cover his.

Once he releases your lips you start to walk towards the bed, taking off your bra along the way.

You lay on the bed, your forearms propping you up, bare stomach and breasts pressing against the soft sheets, your knees bent so that your feet are in the air, arching your back a bit so that your ass sticks up just enough so that your cunt would be easily accessible to him. You look back and bite your lip, giving him your “I want you” eyes.

Logan gulps and walks over to the bed his knees creating a dip on either side of your thighs.

He rubs his hands up and down your bum, occasionally smacking or jiggle it.

Eventually he slides your panties down to your knees and growls at the sight in front of him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re really wet.”

Usually you needed some encouraging to get to the point where you would be able to have Logan inside of you comfortably, but it was never a time-consuming or painstaking task(you and Logan loved some good foreplay). But lately your hormones had been raging, causing you to not have to put much effort into getting aroused.

You hum, but then moan when his thumb traces from your clit to your farthest hole, circling it a few times easily because of the natural wetness he had spread around. Your hand makes it’s way into your hair as the top of you back arches lightly, your other hand gripping the pillow.

You feel the bed dip slightly lower on the left as he leans over to grab some body oil and a condom from the bedside table drawer.

He grabs the oils first and pours it on your back and ass, massaging your body as he rubs it in. You sit back up on your elbows, bite your lip, and bring your hair over to one side because you were trying not to get it in the oil.

“Mmm that feels good.” You moan out sensually.

You feel his hands leave your back, then they are on your thighs, wiping the excess oil onto the soft flesh.

You feel the bed dip again and look to see him reach out for the box of rubbers, but only pulling out an empty box.

“Shit. There aren’t any left.”

“Yeah, remember? They were out last time too.”

You immediately regret what you had said, cringing, you squeeze your eyes shut and face-palm. You knew now that he would remember and find out.

It’s quite for longer than you are comfortable with, especially in this potion.

“Remind me again, when was that?”

“Uhm, that time when Cassie picked up Laura to go watch her daughters soccer game.”

He sets the box down slowly on the nightstand.

“...Right...”

“How long ago was that? Like three months y’think?”

It’s silent for a moment as you bite your thumb and stare nervously at the head board in front of you, deciding it was best not to answer. He clears his throat, and you tense lightly.

“Did you uhm– did you get your period this month?”

You stay silent and he gets off of you, both of you sitting to face each other, and slightly covering your body’s with the sheet.

“Is there something you need to tell me, [Y/N]?”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes when you look at him.

“I’m–I’m uh–“ you take a deep breath in through your nose, blowing out your mouth, your tears threatening to spill over at any second.

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice cracks slightly, and you can’t seem to maintain eye contact with him.

“Are you serious?”

And for the first time in a long time, you can’t tell what he is thinking.

You get up from the bed and go into the bathroom to retrieve the positive sticks you had hidden, the tears falling as you do, and you quickly wipe them away.

You come back and hand them to Logan. He grabs his bifocals, they come to rest on the tip of his nose, and he stares at each one of the positive pregnancy tests.

“Jesus...” he lets out in a shaky breath, running his hand back and forth through his hair.

You bite your lip and rub your hands together, slowly but harshly, as you wait for him to say something.

He looks up at you over the tops of his glasses, noting the fresh tracks of tears on your cheeks. You don’t look at him, only at the tests that lay on your bed, your brows knit together.

You bite your lip trying to keep the sob that was stuck in your throat from escaping.

“How long have you know?”

“About a month, maybe a month and a half.” You whisper, worrying that if you spoke in your normal tone, nothing would come out.

You didn’t know why you were crying. Maybe it was the pressure, the expectation (or the lack of it), and you just felt so confused. Confused about what to do, confused about Logan’s reaction, confused about your own reaction, and just nothing seemed to be right.

In truth, you were scared.

Logan watched another pair of tears fall.

“Come here, baby.”

He puts his arm out and you throw yourself on to his scarred and hairy chest, finally letting yourself cry.

“I just don’t know what to do.” You wail.

“I know, but we’ll figure it out.”

Your arms are wrapped securely around his waist, his wrap around your shoulder, one hand running up and your back slowly, the other was holding your head to his chest.

You listened to the sound of his heart beat and slowly start to calm down.

You sit up, pulling your hair out of your face, sniffling, and wiping away your tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just scared.”

“Why were you scared?” He’s asks in a tender tone, one you had only heard maybe three times in all the years you had been together.

You were hesitant to answer, shrugging your shoulders lightly before speaking in a low tone.

“I thought you might leave.”

“What?!” He says a bit harshly.

“I would never leave you [Y/N/N]. I would never do that to you, or Laura, or that baby. Never.”

You give him a shy smile, faintly nodding your head. Your eyes flick down to his lips as you lean in and kiss him, and the same hunger that was there before starts to return.

You separate from him and chuckle.

“I can’t believe this is how you found out.”

“Me neither.” He mutters in his grumbly voice.

“But, it’ll be a helluva story to tell them when they ask how I found out.”

You laugh and slide your hand up onto his thigh. He then grabs you and rolls you over unexpectedly.

“Ahh! Logan!”

“Despite all of this, I’m not letting our one night alone go to waste.”

He kisses you again, but this time your nose rubs against his glasses slightly. You separate your lips from his.

“You might want to take those off first.” You tip your chin up as if to point to his glasses.

“Damn glasses.” He mutters.

“Mmm I think you look sexy with them.” You say sensually, running your hands up his chest and over his broad shoulders.

He gives you a look of disbelief and shakes his head before taking them off and reaching to set them on the table.

“Oh shit! Look at the sheets.” you exclaim, reaching out to run your hand over the spot.

He looks over to see where you had laid and sat, it looked almost wet from the oil that he had put all over your back side.

“Well we’ll have to wash those tonight.” You sigh.

“That won’t be the only reason.” He says cheekily, diving in to kiss and suck at your neck.

“Logan!”

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peaches-writes · 4 years

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member: changbin wc: 1.2k genre: fluff, high school au, friends to lovers au, crackfic, ur family owns a comp shop warning: explicit language note: from this post + this reminds me of a corny ass joke + best read with the classmate song by hambog ng sapro krew song (do it filos)

“Changbin.” You approach your computer shop’s most loyal regular, plopping down on the surprisingly empty seat next to him and peering over the dividers of the desktop sets. “It’s almost 9 PM.”

“Five minutes.” He tells you for the fourth time since he came in earlier this afternoon, eyes never leaving the computer screen displaying his rather intense online game. Giving you a sideways glance after, he then adds, “Please?”

“You haven’t even eaten dinner yet,” You point out. “and you already owe me 7,000 won this month for covering your ass.”

You see him moving his headphone to the side so that one ear is uncovered. “That much already? I’ll pay you soon.”

“You said that yesterday,” You frown this time, scooting your chair closer to him so you can watch his gameplay. “and the day before that and the day before that...”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” He pouts at you, managing to defeat one of his bigger enemies in the game so he can turn to you with his best puppy eyes. “I have something to print and photocopy anyway so I’ll just pay you then.”

You then extend your hand out to him in response. “Give it to me.”

“The what?”

“The hard drive, fool.” You chuckle, grinning even more when he immediately shuffles around his school backpack for his hard drive. “You could’ve just asked me along with Jisung before he left an hour ago.”

“Ah, well it didn’t cross my mind until now.” He scratches his head, thanking you after when you receive the hard drive before standing up. “Just the one titled ‘PLEASE BE THE FINAL PAPER.’“

“You mean you it didn’t cross your mind until I had to remind you to pay up again.” You snicker at this and the name of his document, shaking your head in amusement. “How many copies?”

“Three, please!” He smiles up at you, even adding as much as a wink to which you simply scoff at. “Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best!”

“Just prepare your 7,300 won when I get back.” You remind him, turning around and going back to your station to print Changbin’s research paper. “Ah, this guy, seriously.”

In no time, you reach your station again, quickly transacting another leaving customer's payment before opening your station’s desktop and inserting the hard drive on the PC right under your table. Glancing at the clock on the side of the home screen as you open Changbin’s hard drive folder, you sigh at the time. “I still have our own paper to cram.” You grumble before opening the nearest printer and the photocopy machine right behind you, groaning in frustration at how you have to nag at your groupmates again once you’ve closed the shop in an hour. “God, let us graduate already, please.”

Putting your frustrations aside after, you proceed to mindlessly scroll through Changbin’s hard drive, snickering at all the old photos of him and his friends and the folders of old My Chemical Romance songs from Limewire as you try looking for the Word file named, ‘PLEASE BE THE FINAL PAPER,’ as he instructed you. “Why is it so hard to find?” You squint at your screen after a while, eventually resorting to scrolling down the Files Explorer browser slower until you see a folder named ‘SCHOOL STUFF’ and quickly open it.

What you don’t expect, besides all the Word and PDF files that were clearly from 3 years ago and the exact research paper file you’ve been looking for, is to see a Word document with your name on it. ‘FOR Y/N’ it says in seemingly aggressive-looking capital letters since it does have your name on it. Glancing up at Changbin from behind your desktop monitor, you catch your classmate cursing at someone on his game, clearly too distracted to even bother coming your way as you curiously open the Word file along with his requested paper, heat rising up to your cheeks in embarrassment that worsens when you do see what’s inside the file.

Because Changbin wrote you the cheesiest song ever, guitar chords and everything, with comments from Jisung and your senior Bang Chan in funky-looking Comic Sans every two song lines. What’s worse is that Hyunjin from your Art Club attached a photo collage of you at the end of the file, edited in a way that purposely screams he did it to tease Changbin.

“Oh my God.” You sink in your seat, hiding your face completely from Changbin’s view as you try your best stifling your laughs reading through the Word folder while setting up the printing information for his paper. “What the heck, Seo Changbin?!”

With a lot of struggle (and a lot of giggles whenever you’d see Changbin from the corners of your desktop monitor), you power through this newfound discovery and print Changbin’s research paper without attracting too much attention on yourself, busying yourself after with photocopying the 102-paged paper in order to not think too much about it.

Changbin likes me, you giggle to yourself as you arrange the photocopied papers neatly on the empty space of your station, catching a glimpse of the ‘FOR Y/N’ file still opened on your desktop monitor, this dork...with a song and everything. Aish!

When you finish organizing the printed and photocopied papers, you then make the impulsive decision of quickly editing the other Word file before ejecting the hard drive from your desktop, calling Changbin after. “Alright, Binnie, 5 minute’s up!”

Across the now empty computer shop, he finishes his game just in time, nodding at you before closing his desktop and scurrying over to you with a relief face. “You’re a life saver!” He exclaims as he approaches, slinging his backpack right in front of him as you then help him neatly arrange the thick folders of research paper copies for tomorrow’s defense. “It’s 7,300, right?”

You nod, biting down a smile which he easily misses as he then takes his wallet out of his backpack before zipping it to a close. “Yup, and here’s your hard drive.” You add, handing him back his hard drive with a chuckle.

“What?” He asks, referring to your laugh.

But you only shake your head, receiving his money and recording it on your family’s record book lying right next to your desktop. “Nothing! Now, shoo, I still have to close the shop!”

“So mean.” Changbin pouts, walking backwards anyway as you walk to the other side of your station to shoo him away playfully. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school, then!”

“Only if I can finish our paper revisions tonight.” You scrunch up your nose, successfully guiding Changbin out of your family’s computer shop. “Goodnight, Changbin!”

When Changbin arrives home two blocks away, he opens his own house’s desktop to message his groupmates, his friends, and play some more of the online game before going to bed. Inserting his hard drive in the PC next to the monitor, his eyes widen at as a sudden thought crosses his mind.

Shit, he curses himself as he hurriedly opens his folder for school, I definitely forgot that one file—

Opening the cursed Word file named ‘FOR Y/N,’ Changbin’s heart immediately drops to his stomach at seeing the note you’ve written at the end.

“Please never ask Hyunjin to edit my face on PicMonkey ever again!” You’ve typed out at the very end of his work-in-progress song in bold letters. “But I really like the song and I like you too! I’ll just pretend I didn’t see this when I hear it at the school festival! - Y/N!”

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fenheart87 · 3 years

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My work for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Exchange 2021! This goes out to @bevvydraws . Prompt was Coffee shop au! - So a coffee shop au where Luka is a singer who occasionally performs at the cafe, and Marinette is the shy barista who keeps forgetting to ask his name.

It was Tuesday, a bright and sunny Tuesday. Usually, just another day of the week except Marinette had been persuaded to swap her shift so one of her co-workers had the day free, which she did not mind at all, for two reasons. The first being that co-worker always covered when she needed it, and extra hours never hurt, but the bigger reason was one tall, blue-eyed and sweet guitarist that played at their little coffee shop on most Tuesdays. Now if she could only manage to talk to him and get his name, that way she could quit calling him ‘blue eyes’ in her head. Maybe she would ask him when he came to get his free cup of coffee, a perk that the manager gave for him bringing in more business.

Looking at the clock showed that the rush hour would be hitting soon, and Marinette checked all the cups, syrups, and other mixing items to make a list of what needed to be restocked before the rush. They never seemed to be successful in preparing for it but anything to make the miserable time easier was always a plus. Moving to the back she grabbed as many items as she could carry until Nino came in through the employee door and helped to break up the load with an empty box he found. Smiling gratefully, Marinette emptied her arms and grabbed a few things she was unable to before. She opened the door for Nino and helped to refill the items, weaving through the other employees as they were making drinks and serving pastries.

“Welcome to The Busy Bean, what can I make fresh for you?” Marinette greeted, finishing a refill of the large cups.

“I’d like a cappuccino with caramel drizzle please.”

“What size for the cappuccino?”

“Medium, I think small goes too quick and the large gets ignored when I’m playing back to back.” Oh, he was early.

“Sure thing!” Marinette squeaked, almost punching in the wrong order but correcting at the last second. She grabbed a medium-sized cup and slid to the side to write on it while her manager comped the drink for the part-time musician. Passing off the cup for someone else to make it, the petite employee moved back to the register. “Next time I recommend a chocolate swirl. it makes it even better.”

“I’ll have to try that next time. Time for me to get to work, thanks Marinette.” The musician smiled softly, just like always, and then made his way to the little stage area they had.

“Still didn’t get his name huh?” Nino teased, knocking Marinette out of her love-struck staring.

“No, and I don’t want to know from you.” The DJ shrugged with a smile and handed off another drink. It had become a thing between the two childhood friends, the mysterious singer was actually Nino’s roommate that he never really talked about by name. It was surprising but humorous and the DJ had fun, too much in the designer’s opinion, teasing her about her crush and not being able to ask him for his name.

“Okay, dudette, but you do realize I’ve been fighting not to say his name anytime we talk, it’s difficult.”

“Free macaroons and I’ll even throw in an eclair a day for Alya.” The raven-haired girl bargained with a sly smile.

“You drive a hard bargain dudette but you got yourself a deal.”

“Welcome to The Busy Bean, what can I get started for you today?” Marinette hip-checked Nino who snorted good-naturedly and moved back to his place in the hot drink line.

The lunch rush came and went, and the stress was eased by the upbeat pop songs the guitarist had been noodling together for the better part of an hour. Marinette had missed her break but was fine as she could take a longer one now that there were only a few people in the coffee shop. Deciding to whip up a similar drink but with sprinkles and roasted marshmallow, she grabbed two medium cups and made her way to the ‘Blue-Eyed Prince’ as Nino teased.

“Hey stranger, thought you could use a pick me up.”

“Well if you’re talking about the coffee then yes, not that I would say no if you were talking about yourself.”

“I uh, what?” Marinette stuttered and froze with her hand outstretched.

“Sorry, Nino has been teasing me about the coffee girls. I take it, you’re not one?I’ll ask for you to make my drinks from now on, it’s hard to play when I’m being flirted with and some girls can’t take no for an answer.” The guitarist sighed, sipping on his drink. Surprise colored his features for a moment, making the coffee worker giggle.

“I put a spin on it, I hope you like it.”

“Sprinkles,” he smiled crookedly and Marinette felt her breath catch, “I like it. Think we can make this my regular drink?”

“When I’m here yeah, I don’t usually work Tuesdays, but now a co-worker owes me and I’ll see you on Fridays to make your signature drink.”

“Cool, I shouldn’t keep you since you get paid to be here and I’m just here to vibe.“

"I had extra time on my break, at least I’m over here and not being harassed by people trying to get their caffeine fix and bugging me when I’m clearly on break at a table. I need to bring a jacket back to work so I can zip it up and not be bothered.”

“Hey I’m here until closer to six, take mine so you don’t get harassed.” He passed over a well loved leather jacket that had a hint of cologne.

“Oh I couldn’t- I mean that’s so nice but I’m so clumsy and I would spill something on it.”

“Nino talked about a friend that works here, she’s a pretty bomb designer and I’ve seen her work on his favorite jacket that she made him and the stains that Chris has put it through. If you make a mess, I have faith she’ll be able to fix it.”

Marinette squeaked as she turned red, and the musician’s knowing look, causing butterflies to run rampant in her stomach. Accepting the jacket, she hid her face and listened to his smooth chuckle.

“Alright I need to play something chill, it seems like the ladies with the short hair cuts like to their chins? They are quite uh-”

“Demanding? Crazy? Rude? A little too Bourgeois?” The shop employee rattled off after removing her face from the leather cover. “Yeah, it’s about that time because the yoga class and spin classes let out.”

“Any requests?”

“I like Jagged Stone but I don’t think they appreciate it. Maybe something mellow?” Marinette mused before Nino waved with a hand signal. “Ah Nino needs help, he’s hopeless with the swirls. Duty calls.”

“When does your shift end?”

“Supposed to be five-fifteen.”

“I’ll play Jagged for you then.”

“Awesome! See ya ‘round Rockstar!” She chirped, nearly skipping her way back to the counter. With a fist bump to Nino, he rattled off the orders that needed swirls, and the designer set to work with the same determination she had when designing for the rest of her shift.

“One caramel macchiato swirl for Rose!”

“Thanks Marinette! Oh hey, I didn’t know Juleka’s brother played here.”

“Wait, brother?”

“No way dudette, you didn’t know my roomie is Juleka’s older brother? And here I thought you knew your blue-eyed prince.”

“Juleka! Oh my gosh that’s so cute! Isn’t it?! Juleka!” Rose squealed, latching onto her girlfriend’s arm and shaking the taller girl a bit.

“That’s my brother, gross.” Came the dry reply.

“I mean if it bothers you I can back off. I don’t even know his name…” Marinette backtracked, not wanting her friend to feel awkward.

“It’s fine, just no details. I haven’t seen him in his birthday suit since we were young and took baths together.”

“Oh my God! Juleka!” For the second time that day Marinette lit up bright red, this time collapsing onto the counter and shielding herself with her arms.

“It’ll be okay dudette, when you remember to ask his name at least.”

“It’s not my fault! We get to talking and he doesn’t seem to mind my crazy runaway brain and lets me figure out my words but, like, not in a rude way. Then I get distracted by his eyes oh my God those should be illegal. And he’s just so nice and funny and talented. By the way, you didn’t tell me you told him about me fixing your hoodie!”

“Hey he’s my roomie and he asked if I got a new one. I told him the truth because you’re awesome.” The DJ shrugged with a grin.

“That’s Luka’s jacket.” Rose gasped, pointing at the leather jacket she was wearing.

“Yeah he let me borrow it, can you give it back to him for me?” Marinette passed over the jacket to Juleka who took it with an odd look on her face but remained silent.

The lack of music drew their attention to the small stage where Luka waved and then started playing a Jagged song, tossing a wink at the ravenette. Marinette flushed again, ignoring the coos from Rose and playful elbow from Nino.

“Huh. he usually hates playing Jagged’s music…”

“Really? I mentioned I liked his music but I wouldn’t have asked if I had known.”

“Go figure.” With that mysterious comment, Juleka shoved the jacket back at Marinette and pushed her towards her brother who finished up the song.

“Hey there Sprinkles.”

“Hey Rockstar, I think this is yours.” Marinette handed over the leather jacket with a shy grin.

“You know out of all the times I’ve played here the last couple of months, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call me by my name.”

“Well, that uh might be because I don’t know it? And Nino teases me all the time calling you my 'blue-eyed prince because I get distracted by your blue eyes, they should be illegal. And you’re so nice when I’m having a bad day or just a busy day, you always smile and listen to me and don’t make me feel stupid for getting words mixed or rambling like I’m doing right now and oh my God!” She wished a hole would appear so she could sink into it.

“Well your eyes are pretty amazing too, they’ve kept me up on more than one night trying to find the music to describe them.” Her eyes met his, a soft smile present on his face, “And since I was too distracted by the pretty coffee girl to give my name, I guess I should fix that. I’m Luka, nice to finally introduce myself.”

“Hi, Luka.” Marinette smiled, the blush dying down to a pinkish color and not a full red.

“So uh would you like something to eat? I’m sure you’re tired of coffee…” Luka packed up his guitar, taking the jacket and putting it over her shoulders.

“Sure but let’s go somewhere else, the best pastries in all of Paris.”

“Wait, if you’re going where I think you’re going you had better bring me back something! I’ve got another hour left!” Nino shouted, amusing the customer he was supposed to be taking the order of.

“Maman won’t mind another mouth to feed if you just want to come over for dinner. I think it’s dumpling night?”

“Marinette you are my best friend! Sorry bro, you’ll understand when you taste the food.” The DJ joked before focusing back on the order he was punching in.

“Did I just get invited to dinner?”

“Yeah but that’s okay, you’ll have to meet my parents at some point. Juleka and Rose are already like their adopted daughters.”

“Oh! Maman Sabine dumplings?! I’m in!” Rose jumped on her toes excitedly, tugging Juleka along to follow the budding couple.

“I’ll text Maman and let her know we need to break out the other chairs and let Papa know we need another batch of macarons and eclairs.”

#lbscexchange2021 #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #lukanette #marinette dupain cheng #fen's plunny corner #lovebugs and snake charmers #bevvydraws #fluff

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spaceorphan18 · 3 years

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i really liked your s6 blaine meta! would you be willing to do something similar for season 5 episodes 14-20?

Hi Nonny! Sorry for the delay, this is kind of a huge undertaking. I’m going to be honest, this will be more of an abridged answer. I really recommend looking over to my Finding Kurt Hummel Meta, because a lot of Kurt and Blaine’s stories are intertwined, and I do talk a lot about Blaine and his motivations there. That said, let’s dig in!

Pre-New York Arc

So, as Blaine tells us when before he’s going to graduate, his senior year has been really hard and really weird. He broke up with his boyfriend, dealt with a school shooting, suffered the loss of a good friend, and then got engaged. (Y’all should check out my Glee Timeline to see just how squished all of this stuff really was.) By the time his tenure as a high school student is over, he’s desperate to fast forward to being a full fledged adult -- living out his dreams in New York City. The problem is trying to force your dreams come true doesn’t always work, especially when a) you’re still a kid trying to figure things out and b) you still have a lot of insecurities and mental health issues to deal with.

So Blaine (and Kurt) still have a lot of growing up to do. And a lot of the New York Arc is figuring out just that.

Let’s talk about the proposal for a second, too. Blaine jumping to marriage is, yes, a bit pre-mature. He’s was so desperate to get his relationship back on track with Kurt, and so wanting to prove his commitment, he jumped about fifteen other steps and went straight to what he would be the ultimate band-aide -- marriage. Well, just because you’re married (or engaged) doesn’t mean you don’t have a lot of issues in your relationship. Blaine and Kurt were too young for their engagement -- and not necessarily because of their age, but because they really hadn’t dealt with a lot of things the move to New York, the cheating, and the first break up did to their relationship. However, Blaine wants to ignore a lot of the red flags because he feels since he has Kurt back, and put a ring on that finger, he should be fine, right? His insecurities about Kurt not loving him or wanting to leave him should be squashed because -- ring. Right?? Oh, Blainey.

New New York

So, what we don’t see is the six-to-nine months of Kurt and Blaine living together. Which is a shame. Because we don’t see how it started, and how they probably were so head over heels wanting to live together and do all the fun things Burt listed off in his conversation with Kurt before the proposal in Love Love Love that they did not have any kind of conversation about how living together would ultimately work. So, it’s nine months later, and things aren’t so rosey.

Blaine is trying very hard to make them the old married couple he wants them to be (which is no shade on Blaine!). He’s singing old timey songs, and basically trying to show his love through acts of servitude, and kind of trying to ignore the nagging feeling that Kurt’s unhappy about it.

Blaine is a giver by nature, and wants to make Kurt happy, and he thinks if he can be the perfect boyfriend (because he wasn’t before, made a mistake, didn’t take into account that Kurt really was part of that issue, and blames himself for the relationship woes) that his relationship with Kurt will be fine. The problem is that Blaine is losing himself in the relationship -- trying to be the person he thinks Kurt wants him to be, and the person his own imagination thinks he should be, instead of the person he really is.

The other thing is that Blaine is a bit clingy. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with your significant other. But Blaine wants to spend every waking moment with Kurt so they can share their magical journey together. You see -- in high school, they were joined at the hip, and did do a lot of things together. But they also had a lot of time apart. They both had groups of friends to do things with, and different households to go home to. But now, all aspects of their life are jammed into that little loft. And for Blaine, it’s fine, (though it’s not - he has to learn how to be an individual person, too), but Kurt is struggling with it.

Here’s the part where I do need to bring up Blaine and his homelife. Blaine being who he is - is somewhat just his personality. But part of it is also his homelife. We can infer that unlike the Hummel household, Blaine’s family wasn’t exactly ones to unconditionally supportive in the same way. He always had to compete for attention (and possibly love) with Cooper. He has always felt that no matter how ‘good’ he is -- he’s a failure. And he is, by far, his own worst critic. These are things that Kurt cannot fix for him, and while Kurt can continue to love and support him, Blaine himself has to reach a belief that he is a worthy individual of love, support, and happiness.

Also, because Blaine is trying so hard to make life perfect for Kurt, he’s not being able to make his own experience uniquely his own. He tries to find a cute couch -- but it’s rejected (rightfully because bed bugs, but still). He tries to make himself a space in the loft, but Kurt shuts that down. Everything is about how Kurt thinks and feels, and because Blaine’s giving in on these things, he starts to go inward on himself, and thus they fight over dumb things. (Kurt needs to learn how to share and compromise, Blaine needs to learn to stand up for himself and his own wants and needs.)

As an aside, Blaine isn’t really jealous of Elliott -- that’s a bit of displaced anger. But going to Elliott does help (wise sage that he is), and while that convo is a little weird, there is some good advice in Elliott saying you have to figure out who you are, and maybe not be so clingy. Boundaries are good and don’t lose yourself in the relationship.

So, about their decision to live apart -- my Kurt meta had a good paragraph:

I’d also like to mention that Kurt isn’t really thrilled with Blaine’s idea. He doesn’t want Blaine to leave, but he recognizes that something has to change. Unfortunately, they’re still young and growing and don’t have the tools or experience to figure out how to fix what’s wrong. So - in a way, I get this solution. Blaine doesn’t know how to give Kurt emotional space - so let’s try physical instead.

Blaine wants to fix the situation, so it’s no surprise that Blaine is the one to comp up with the solution. It’s not great (honestly, they should have moved out and found their own place but alas tv show logic), but it’ll have to work for now. Blaine is more interested in salvaging his relationship the only way he can try to. Unfortunately there are some other, bigger issues going on, but for now, they’ve come up with something that might help.

Bash

It’s a shame we don’t get more Blaine during this episode, because I think it’s really important. There’s a story here about the frustrations a gay couple can have when one of them is going through a major trauma, and the other can only sit and wait to see how it turns out -- adding in outside factors such as, hospitals not allowing the partner to visit because they aren’t legally “family”.

So, one of Blaine’s biggest fears is losing Kurt. And this time he does to an external power. Blaine, who likes to control things just about as much as Kurt, feels like he should be able to protect Kurt no matter what, and comes out of this episode feeling like it’s his duty to do that.

You see, Blaine doesn’t think he’ll survive very well if anything ever happened to Kurt, and kind of ignoring the fact that Kurt kinda jumped into the fight himself, Blaine decides that he’ll do everything in his power to ‘save’ him. Problem is, that’s not at all what Kurt wants or needs.... Which will be discussed more in the next episode.

Meanwhile, Blaine manages to piss off Carmen Tibideaux with he and Rachel’s little duet idea. Not liking anyone mad at him, he does go retake the final (or whatever it is), and pours his own fears and sadness into the song. I do kind of wonder if Blaine’s involvement in this is a slight nod that Blaine won’t be finishing his college career at NYADA. (Which is fine - the school is utter shit.)

Tested

Okay, god. Here’s the Kurt Meta because this is one really complicated episode that I won’t do justice in the little blurb I’m going to write here. There’s A LOT going on, and it’s helpful in understanding the story as a whole, and I do write about both their sides in the Kurt Meta.

So, here we are -- Blaine is trying to make Kurt’s New York life and experience perfect, and he kind of ignores his own. But, he is indulging himself (as young people in new places often do) and not taking care of his physical health either. He does gain some weight (or Glee tries to suggest that he does), and this latches on to his insecurities from before.

A lot of this episode’s issues comes down to identity --- Blaine saw himself as the White Knight in Shiny Armor -- the one who protected Kurt from Karofsky, and made him smile. The one who was the prince who got to give the other prince the Happily Ever After. The problem, though, is all of this is magical fairy tale talk that doesn’t work in the real world.

Kurt isn’t a delicate flower who needs rescuing. He is very physically fit, and is seen as attractive by other people. And Kurt is trying to find his own, individual identity that isn’t solely connected to Blaine. All of this activates Blaine’s major insecurity about being rejected -- about not being loved enough. He doesn’t understand that he doesn’t have to be the person who another person needs for them to love him. He can just be the person who someone wants. But Blaine has a very hard time with this concept. His value of himself is wrapped up in how much he thinks he’s needed, which of course, causes all the problems.

What’s making it worse is that Blaine begins to manipulate the situation -- trying to make Kurt ‘need’ him again, which is very unhealthy (don’t do that guys!). But also starts to do what he always does, and we see a repeat of the issues had back in season 3/4. Blaine starts to pull away physically because he fears he’s not good enough, and in turn, Kurt pulls away emotionally, and it’s just a downward spiral that they keep doing.

The thing that Blaine is not doing is expressing how he actually feels to Kurt. When he finally does that at the end of the episode, when he reaches out and says ‘hey I need help’ Kurt is finally there for him. (Yes, Kurt is still pissed, but at the end of the day, Kurt is not wrong about the fact that he’ll never stop loving blaine -- no matter what happens.) The problem is, no matter how many times Kurt can say it, or even show it, until Blaine actually trusts him, it’s never going to work.

As an aside -- one of the reasons I think the second break up actually was good for them, is that Blaine learns how to love himself, and live with himself, after Kurt’s gone. He’s too attached to defining his self worth based on what Kurt thinks of him -- and that’s not healthy.

(Also, I encourage you to read the Tested Meta -- there is so much to dig into in this episode!)

Opening Night

There really isn’t much Blaine in this episode - but we do see him use his acts of service love language towards Rachel. Usually, she’s much better in her response, though.

I also want to point out that it’s Blaine’s idea to go to the gay bar. I’m all for Blaine starting to learn where his places in the city are. Makes me wonder if Kurt and Blaine frequented there together, of this was a Blaine only thing. Hmm.

The Back-Up Plan

So... the June Dolloway stuff. Okay.

June plays to Blaine’s romantic ideals of what life as a successful performer would be. And, as we’ve talked about, Blaine’s self worth is based on the idea of how much people need him (or want to use him). So, he kind of falls into June’s trap, and lets her try to mould him into who she thinks he is. The problem is, that entails getting rid of Kurt. But a big part of who Blaine is - is loving Kurt.

There’s also the issue of competition again (which came up in Tested, too) that I kind of roll my eyes at. I’m not going to say that Hollywood, or the performing arts, isn’t competitive. Because it is, in a lot of ways. However, I feel like media and society are often the ones pushing that narrative. You can be successful and still support your friends and love ones.

There’s an entire conversation to be had about how art is subjective, and this idea that this painting is better than that one is just kind of stupid, so all of these fancy awards for things are really, often times, just rich or powerful people stating what they think is the “best” and puts a false equivalency on things that can’t or shouldn’t be pit next to each other.

So, this whole idea that Blaine is ‘winning’ because June picked him is just -- whatever, Glee. The thing that I do like, however, is the fact that, despite Kurt being disappointed in the situation, he is still supportive of Blaine and his career. The thing that I think is a bit contrived is Blaine’s eagerness to please everyone leads him to lie to Kurt instead of be honest about what’s going on with June. But alas, television.

However, as we’ve talked about earlier -- Blaine’s ultimate goal is to make everyone happy at the expense of his own happiness, so it isn’t out of nowhere that Blaine would try to please June and Kurt at the same time, in an attempt to ‘fix’ everything before someone rejects him.

Old Dogs, New Tricks

So... this episode really isn’t about Blaine or the Klaine issues at all. Chris was perhaps wise (and maybe mandated a little) not to even get into it.

The thing, though, we do see is that Blaine’s spending a lot of time on his fantasy career ideas with June. He does recognize that Kurt isn’t really happy with life, and while the Klaine issues will eventually hit the fan, that’s not what this episode is about. It’s about Kurt trying to find his own place, and make his own happiness, when everyone around him is becoming more successful. It’s really not Blaine’s issue -- and I’m glad Chris didn’t make it out to be.

Instead, Blaine plays the supportive partner here, and while they do need to work more of their shit out, I’m glad they do get a softer, and more emotionally aware moment here.

The Untitled Rachel Berry Project

So, Kurt mentions in this episode that he and Blaine have had some long conversations about their relationship. And while I’m sure that’s true (probably a lot after Tested), I do have to wonder if Blaine wasn’t listening as well as he should have been. I think, in order to preserve things, Blaine probably nodded along, and took more notes on how to be the world’s perfect boyfriend, while maybe not actually comprehending some of the issues Kurt laid out. All the while, I’m guessing that Blaine didn’t express many of his wants or needs, in order to not rock the boat. Unfortunately, all of this holding back, on both their parts, comes back to haunt them.

The big lie comes out, that Kurt isn’t in the showcase, and this plays a lot on Kurt’s insecurities, partly about being a failed performer, and a lot about his trust issues with Blaine from the last time they broke up. Blaine is the type of guy who tries to make everything perfect until he literally can’t anymore, and he’s left there being forced to tell the truth, even though he knows it’ll hurt himself and Kurt. And while this, normally, would be a minor thing, because of their past history -- this self-imposed forced disappointment is what he expects. Because he believes that sooner or later, he’s going to eventually disappoint everyone he loves, and they will eventually leave him.

The thing is -- Blaine has a tendency to push people away, because he thinks that’s what he deserves. But interestingly, Kurt comes back to him -- and they talk about it.

And, I’m just gonna quote my Kurt Meta cause I don’t feel like writing it all out, but the Klaine scene here is important!

So - yeah, let’s break this down… Kurt’s pretty stiff when he comes to Blaine, arms crossed, looking forward out at the birds and not at Blaine. He’s thought through is anger, but these kind of conversations are still hard for Kurt. But then there’s Blaine – who outright says to him that the showcase doesn’t mean anything without Kurt – that /Kurt/ is more important to him than his career. And Kurt visibly relaxes when he hears this. Because its confirmation of something he does already know – that Blaine really does love him. He seems to fuck it up, but he loves him. And it’s something Kurt really did need to hear again.

(Obviously vise versa needs to happen, too, but more on that in a second.)

So - Kurt goes on talking about birds, and builds this elaborate metaphor around them – about how taking a step out of the nest is freakin’ scary, but you can’t stay in that nest forever – at some point you have to trust that you can fly. And even if you fall and hit the ground, you have to keep on trying.

Well, Kurt comes to the smart conclusion that relationships are like his bird metaphor – you can’t have a relationship unless there is implicit trust there as a foundation. And he’s learned, the hard way, that yeah, sometimes one of them is going to fuck up and they will hit the ground like a stone, but if you hold on to your faith that it’ll be all fine in the end – that you can help each other out keep that solid foundation, it’ll be okay. Because at the end of the day, you can’t ever be 100% that someone won’t hurt you again, you can��t control anyone else but yourself (oohh and Kurt letting go of complete control is huge - HUGE).

And yeah, yeah this little speech is nice and all but what about what’s about to happen? What about the second break up? Do you guys remember in Dance With Somebody when Blaine says to Kurt - if you’re unhappy talk to me don’t cheat on em? Well - this is almost the inverse of that. Kurt says to Blaine that you don’t even know if or when someone’s going to break that trust – and this is true, because yeah, Kurt is going to fuck it up not that long after this conversation.

But this is a resolution to the original issue back in season 4 – Kurt’s finally understanding that in order for this thing to work, he has to choose to trust Blaine. Blaine can’t instill that in him – it’s something Kurt has to do for himself. And for better or worse, he does choose to trust Blaine, to love Blaine, to let Blaine in implicitly. Blaine has been desperately trying to break through Kurt’s shell since the whole cheating incident, get back into that place in Kurt’s heart. But what Blaine doesn’t know - or realize - and what Kurt’s just figuring out himself, is that it’s not about Blaine’s ability – it’s about Kurt allowing it to happen.

Kurt doesn’t let people into his world, past is exterior, implicitly into his heart – but on a smaller scale, this whole June ordeal kind of just puts things into perspective. Yeah – he was mad about Blaine’s lie – but he realizes that the way Kurt was acting about it, he was going to be hurt either way. And he can be mad and be angry, but at the end of the day, they all have choices to make, and Kurt makes the decision to still stand by Blaine through the hard stuff as well as the easy stuff.

(But what about season 6? Well – we’ll talk about that when we get there ;))

I will say this – Kurt never breaks his promise about loving Blaine no matter what. Even through the stupidity of the second breakup, it’s really not because he doesn’t love Blaine. That’ll always be apart of him, and the more they go on, the more he understands his own heart will always feel that way.

Meanwhile – Kurt actually can be (gasp) a loving and supportive partner. Yeah, it’s hard on him to feel unwanted by June – he’s been fighting that fight since forever. But he is proud of Blaine, wants Blaine to fly incredibly high – and much like way back when in season 3 with Tony – he’ll be there giving Blaine flowers and telling him how amazing he is. Which is reassurance that Blaine needs, but doesn’t always get.

(I realize that’s mostly Kurt’s POV - but it covers what’s going on with Blaine, too.)

The thing though, while Kurt’s learning what it means to trust again, Blaine really just wants everything to be fine. And gives in to Kurts wants and needs immediately. The one problem, really, that’s still lingering is the fact that Blaine is still only defining himself through his relationship, and that’s not good, and is part of the reason Kurt’s going to pull away, and ultimately break up with him, the second time.

But, we do end the season on a happy note. Blaine, feeling the love and support from Kurt, is able to stand up to June, and is able to have a moment for himself, where he gets to express his true self, in the form of showing everyone his love for Kurt at the showcase. We also get a moment of a small step forward when Kurt let’s Blaine have a bit of the loft -- a small space to call his own.

Yes, ultimately it’s going to break down again, but it’s a first step. By the end of the season, Blaine and Kurt have started to learn what being in a real, adult relationship is like, but ultimately, for Blaine, he needs to learn to be okay with himself first and foremost, and that is what Season 6 was about...

If you’d like to continue on, here’s the Season 6 Blaine Meta!

I know there are things I didn’t get into -- like Blaine’s relationship with Sam, but idk, I don’t think there was much to pick apart there.

If you guys have any questions on specific things, let me know! :)

#blaine anderson #that's how s.o. sees it #Anonymous #season 5 is really unresolved for blaine in a lot of ways #poor kiddo

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rennyforpresident · 4 years

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Renny’s BBSim: First Boots Week 12

Welcome back to Biiiiiiiiig Brother!

@ashleaevans @bathroom-sand @kaysarswhore @kayysarridha @kelleekim @lahallucinations @maxdoesbb @misshoh @music-obsessednerd @nerdphobic @nomwastaken @pawn2393 @phylisisley @remember-caltoru @rennyforpresident @shaolinbynature

Previously, the house target (and the house target since like week 3) @kaysarswhore finally got the boot. Now that the obvious target is out, how will the final 4 cope?

Now that the glue for all the alliances, @kaysarswhore, is gone, there are no alliances left. There are still two former Block Destroyers in the house, and @shaolinbynature has managed to slip to the final 4 after her showmance partner was voted out.

The HOH competition has never been more critical.

@lahallucinations: “The worst move I made was…

A. Throwing competitions the first week

B. Sending @rennyforpresident home on my HOH”

The correct answer is B, and everyone gets a point! (no I’m not bitter why do u ask)

@remember-caltoru: “My biggest regret in the game is…

A. Not winning an HOH

B. Not turning on my alliance”

The correct answer is B again, and @shaolinbynature is the only one to get it correct

@nomwastaken: “My favorite moment in the house was…

A. Seeing @misshoh throw the pizza rolls

B. Watching @kaysarswhore burn down the kitchen”

The correct answer was A, and @pawn2393 was the only one to get it wrong, meaning the other two each got one point. The score is currently 3-2-1 in favor of @shaolinbynature.

@nerdphobic: “The worst moment for me in the BB house was…

A. Breaking the hammock and being mocked for it

B. Getting evicted”

The correct answer was B, and @misshoh was the only one to get it right. The @shaolinbynature and @misshoh are now tied for first, with @pawn2393 in last with one point.

@phylisisley: “If I could change one thing about my game, it would be…

A. not using the veto on @kaysarswhore

B. winning an HOH for myself”

The correct answer is A, and everyone gets it right.

@kelleekim: “One thing I’ll never forget about the BB house is…

A. All of the fighting!

B. @nerdphobic breaking the hammock!”

The correct answer is B, and everyone gets it right again.

With only one question left, @pawn2393, it is impossible for you to catch up.

Final question. @kaysarswhore: “The best move I made in the house was…

A. convincing @phylisisley to use the veto on me

B. Winning 3 HOHs and 2 Veto competitions to secure my safety”

@shaolinbynature answers A. @misshoh answers B. The winner of this weeks HOH competition is…

@shaolinbynature! You have secured your safety for the week, and earned the right to nominate two of your fellow houseguests for eviction! And I’m pretty sure 5 HOHs in the same season is definitely a BB record!

@shaolinbynature in the DR: “I just need to win one more HOH next week, and the money is mine. I’m confident I can sweep a jury vote, I just need to make it there! The question is, who do I have the best shot of winning against?”

At the nomination ceremony, @shaolinbynature stands and makes her decision.

@shaolinbynature: “I have decided to nominate you, @misshoh and you @ashleaevans. My logic is simple here. @misshoh, we’ve never been on the same side of this house, and you’ve consistently gunned to get me out. I don’t want to go to the end with someone like that. @ashleaevans, we have been on the same side of the house, but you’re the bigger threat out of you and @pawn2393. It’s clear y’all will take each other, so it doesn’t make sense for me to risk my spot in final 2 with you. This nomination ceremony is adjourned.”

@misshoh in the DR: “I need to win this veto. Period. @pawn2393 will NOT have my back, and @ashleaevans will stay if noms stay the same. This is not the end of the road for me, mark my words.

@ashleaevans in the DR: “Noms don’t really matter, because everything is decided by the veto. As long as myself or @pawn2393 wins it, I’m good! I have my eyes on the prize, and that prize is half a million dollars baby.

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I have a big decision to make. If noms stay the same, do I stay loyal, or vote out the bigger threat? I don’t know what the right move is…”

This one is for all the marbles! The final veto of the summer gives the winner the chance to decide the final nominees, and decide who will cast the sole vote to evict. Everyone out here wants it, but only one person will walk away with the necklace.

The competition lasts for 25 minutes, and after a tense battle, one houseguest emerges victorious.

@pawn2393! You have won the FINAL Power of Veto of the summer!

@pawn2393: “My first comp win could NOT have come at a better time! I secured this guy, now I just need to make sure I make the right choice going forward.”

@pawn2393 has no choice but to not use the veto, and the nominees automatically stay the same.

Before eviction though, the houseguests are left to their own devices.

@ashleaevans and @pawn2393 are talking in the bedroom about the decision this week

@ashleaevans: “When we’re in final 3, we just have to take each other! This is best case scenario!”

@pawn2393: “I know! I just have to tip toe around @misshoh all week, I hope she takes the vote well.”

@pawn2393 in the DR: “I know that I’m telling him that I’m keeping him, but I’m not sure yet. @misshoh might be easier to beat in the end, and everybody knows I need someone that’s easy to beat.”

While these two are talking, @misshoh and @shaolinbynature are in the HOH room talking.

@misshoh: “Those two are downstairs hamming it up, and you’re gonna get screwed in this final HOH. I hope you know that.”

@shaolinbynature: “I cannot beLIEVE that @pawn2393 won that. I should have taken it home, I can’t believe I fucked up at this point. If I lose this final HOH, what was even the point of all of this. Why did I even come back again?”

@shaolinbynature makes a lot of threats, but @misshoh convinces her that she’s not finished yet. Both of them need to campaign to keep @misshoh here, so @pawn2393 is their next target of conversation.

The morning of the eviction, @misshoh pulls @pawn2393 into the storage room.

@misshoh: “Listen, you know that if you keep him he’s winning this whole thing. You’re screwed unless you keep me, you know that, right?”

@pawn2393: “I just need to reason out if that’s true. The only jury vote I’d get would be from @ashleaevans if I’m up against you, and I don’t want to screw that up by betraying him.”

@misshoh: “You need to play with balls! This is the move that will let you gain the jury’s respect! Make it now!”

The time to evict has come!

(sorry for the shitty microsoft paint photoshop i am artistically talentless adsfkjh)

Arisa: “Hello houseguests! Let me introduce you to Julie Chen! We’ve made up, settled our differences, and now we’re doing this eviction together!”

Julie: “Yes! I’ve learned the error of my ways, and I’m excited to be back! Now, let’s hear those last minute pleas from our nominees!”

@misshoh: “My argument is this. @ashleaevans is not only the bigger competitive threat here, but the bigger social threat. If you are sitting next to him in the final 2, you will lose. The jury will vote for him. I’m not saying they won’t vote for me, but you have a better shot against me than him. Please, make this move, and let’s start playing Big Brother.”

@ashleaevans: “ @pawn2393, you know I have had your back since the beginning. You’re my best friend in here, and there’s no way I’d ever betray you. I know you have my back, and I have full faith in you. That’s all.”

Arisa: “Whenever you’re ready, @pawn2393, please stand and cast your vote to evict.”

@pawn2393: “This decision was one that I did not take lightly, and I want both of you to know that I respect the hell out of you. But, I have to do what’s right in the game and in my heart. That being said…

Julie: “Come on out @misshoh!”

Julie: “It’s good to see you, but I’m sure you didn’t want to see us! How was your time in the BB house?”

@misshoh: “Honestly, this time was 10 times crazier than last time, but I still loved it that much more. I had a great time playing, even if I was a comp flop and a robbed 4th place queen!”

Arisa: “That you are! Why do you think @pawn2393 chose to evict you over @ashleaevans?”

@misshoh: “My bet is just because they’re so close. There’s no reason for @pawn2393 to sit in the end with @ashleaevans other than the fact that they’re BFFs. It’s personal and not BB, and I don’t think he made the right move.”

Julie: “Well we’ll see what the right move was when we see you tomorrow, where we crown the winner of Renny’s BBSim: First Boots.”

Arisa: “The finale is next! Who will be our supreme? Find out tomorrow. For now, from outside the Big Brother house, I’m Arisa Cox.”

Julie: “And I’m Julie Chen.”

Together: “And remember, someone is aaaaaaaaalways watching!”

@misshoh! Fills the role of the 4th place robbed queen and we will MISS YOU!

But finale night is tomorrow!!! I haven’t looked at the results so idk who wins this but goddamn if this wasn’t a season for the books

#bb22 #bbsim #bbsim first boots

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tinycoffeebiggun · 4 years

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Bucky Barnes & Tony Stark

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸𝙸 : 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝�� 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ : ғᴀᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ : ᴍᴇʀᴄʏғᴜʟ ғᴀᴛᴇ

Tony asking about the repercussions of cryostasis and if T’Chaka has people close to fixing the neurological damage, the king giving him wisdom filled words about how one cannot rush certain things, Tony took it on the chin that they had no footing at this point and time. A tug of disheartening hope upon his heartstrings of this being their last option, never did it come through as he mastered the art of keeping face years ago to be respectful to the king of Wakanda generosity. “Tony,” Bucky beckons for his lover’s attention, understanding Tony’s fears that are held in those doe-like eyes of his but Bucky just needed him here, to bid each other farewell before he takes his frozen nap. Tony excuses himself from the king, returning over to Bucky whom now stands in front of the machine, there is tightening in his own chest, clenching of his heart with every step, painful half-phased smile on his full lips as his eyes meet with those breath taking steel blues it brought a warm flutter amongst the coldness. “Sorry, I won’t talk shop while you’re still...” Tony couldn’t finish, still coming to terms with facing the world without Bucky by his side, squeezing his hand when he get’s frazzled minded and he refuses to even think about sleeping in the bed alone.

Spluttering out the wobbliest of breathes, granted Bucky’s heart had been in a constant state of pain since they stepped into palace laboratories as this was bidding that of farewell to his newly wed husband, the ring not even allowed to hang around his neck for reasons beyond Bucky’s knowledge. A delicate cosy touch from a strong hand upon Tony’s jaw, following the structure of with his middle finger thus allowing his finger and thumb caressing over rosing soft cheek flesh. “You’re such a worrywart, nothin’ to worry about.” Bucky says gently, overthinking clouding over those chocolate orbs of Tony’s, causing a fleeting sigh from him. There was too much blood on his hands, that he couldn’t abort mission, having to see this through to the end even if it meant leaving Tony. He kept telling himself it wouldn’t be a long time. “Easy for you to say, seeing as your the one taking the nap.” Tony offered a pitiful smile, letting his head be cradled by the loving hand of his husband, yet his smile craved loving at the low raspy chuckle from Bucky. And there it was the snarky wit of his husband, Bucky shakes his head not caring his hair is hanging in his face as his steely eyes staring graciously over Tony, taking a moment to relish in his features, pale aureate skin that may have been a little kissed by the sun ― jesting jealous pang in his heart at the sun being able to kiss his skin while he quote on quote naps, those dark eyes that are framed with full long eyelashes, that a flutter of that makes him have to swallow on nothing. His thumbprint tracing under that full bottom lip, flicking his gaze to linger lovingly over them, re-embedding in his mind. “A nap that has been long over due,” Bucky words simple, slicing the dire need in himself, he has to do this to be able to have a somewhat normal life with Tony.

“We’re all ready for you James,” one of the overly polite masking over the slight annoyance from how long it is taking, earning a narrowing glare through clear lens from Tony. Bucky’s hand lightly re-directing his gaze towards himself, maybe a little to firmly from the wince flicking on Tony’s features, reflex kicked in to caress, unspoken sorry from three words without the other set of his trigger words, telling him it was now or never. “Yes, ‘m ready to comp― uh, just give m’ a second.” Bucky’s mind slipping and dipping, weaving into reality and control without control, tenderly his forehead pressed against Tony’s forehead. And the sudden grip on his right wrist from a soft calloused hand, the grip tightening more out of fear from Bucky halting from leaving or that’s how Tony saw things, selfishness dawning in the in compass of his mind. The cooling of the ring on a his wrist, Bucky found haunting and yet welcoming by it, a simple gold band with a ruby in the centre of it with cushion cut of the rough stone, simple in design and it was the one that stood out to him in the store that screamed Tony.

Hair out of place that is left, not a pressing matter and glasses stay in place for once as if the inanimate object knew this was a pivotal moment. There was hesitation that built up to kiss Bucky’s firm but supple lips cause it meant goodbye or goodnight on his end and selfishly he wasn’t ready he need more time, more of Bucky, just more. It was unknown to Tony when his fist clenching tightly on the thin fabric covering muscles. “Maybe there’s room in that for the both of us, it looks bigger then that single bed we had to shar―” words ceased to be spoken from lips domineering over his own, leading him into a passionate filled kiss, heat gracing his cheeks. It was clear what this kiss stands for a goodbye, dripping with every emotion from love to that of longing that has yet to be felt by both parties. Tony’s fingers that belong to his right hand, start to massage just past Bucky’s hairline int he thicket of raven strands of luscious, health hair. When a sneeze in the far corner cracked the moment of lips on lips, seeping reality back into the foreground of their minds, flushing of two sets of cheeks as they part ways. Dark hues and steel hues stare in the daze of the kiss even if ruined, Tony’s tongue gliding over underbelly of his reddening top lip, an airy chuckle that barely audible to Tony’s ears as it was only for him. “Always wanting more,” Bucky breathed purposefully over the wet supple lips, another flush of heat freckled over fleshy cheeks. “Yeah-yeah, should be clear to you that I am greedy when it comes to you, actually you should be honoured.” Tony tried to bake his words to shield himself with slight humour, fingers leaving Bucky’s scalp which invoked slang in the corners of his lips.

The solemn ten steps that took to lead them to the open door of the sleeping beauty casket or snow white it slipped Tony’s mind which one had the glass casket. Yes, grim thought but he felt that way, he was losing his heart here and somehow holding himself together, a front for Bucky and to protect himself from his own emotions. He has to be the strong one for Bucky. The help from sturdy flexing forearm from his glassy-doe-eyed husband into the pod, the raven-haired man turned as he stepped against the base of the cooling platform, making him tower not only over Tony which he did anyway but over the rest of the lab coats in the lab that was far from the movie made him to believe, they look like. Craning his neck down just as Tony’s hand reluctantly left his hand, the swollen bottom lip of his pout. “Can I get a smile, doll?” Bucky asked, desperate crave for a smile to send him off to be the last thing to send him off thus Tony buried the pain in his chest, mustered the ounces of happy memories to coax the peaceful smile widen on his lips. “Happy, now?” Tony asked before he quickly leant on the pod frame, quick step to press a haunting peck on the corner of Bucky’s lips, not the middle nor deep, short and quick but the meaning behind hidden kiss as it curve Bucky’s lip deep into the flesh of his cheek, a dimple form from a hidden kiss. Back strides graceful catching every stair as he descended, dark gaze not once leaving Bucky’s irises. As if just them in the room like the illusion of the kiss prior seeped back in. “I love you,” Ripped through the air and impacted against Tony’s ribs shooting him through the heart, the stifle of uneven breathes from the bleeding of his heart from pumping around words. The slow wheezing of the machinery of the door closing slowly, slow enough that Tony could slip between the door and Bucky but he stays rooted to the ground of a swaying tree after it has been rattle to its core by a hurricane, it should’ve fallen in the storm but it didn’t and now must stand alone.

“I love you too, so-so much,” Tony managed to get in before the door sealed close, glass finally broke as a shard of glass glided down his cheek freely, follow by another and then another when a friendly hand clasped over clavicle and comforting words from one of the wisest men he’s ever know, went unheard from trying to remember how exactly to breath again even when it is the body natural response to do so but logic out the window. Once regained the loss of breathes, teeth grind over each other to clench his jaw, inhaling deeply through his nose before exhaling out through now relaxed, ajar teeth. “Thank you for everything, you and your people have done for us and still doing, I express my gratitude in words this point and time.” Tony thanked from the brought of his heart even if his tongue lagged from the swelling of aloneness consuming his heart. T’Chaka gave an unspoken nod in reply, giving comforting squeezing on fabric. “We’ll be in contact with you, Mr. Stark. I shall give you sometime, see about that plane to take you back to the states.” The calming voice washed over him, allowing it to soak in now. “Thank you, again.” Tony had few words being able to roll from his tongue, appreciative of the king’s big heart. Once the weight was gone from his shoulder, coaxed a couple more strings of tears from his eyes and the king left with his guard following on his heels.

Stood at the base of the ascending stairs to few to call a staircase but not less then to call a few steps, it was to keep out of the way of the daily routines that happen in the laboratory. Not daring to close the distance between himself and the glass, may end with him ripping the door open. So, he just stared up at his peaceful looking husband, reaching down to twist the wedding band on his finger, trying to comfort himself. The way the light engulf over Bucky’s body making him look more like an angel, peaceful and content, where pain and suffering cannot get to him and that brought piece of mind to Tony. Chocolate orbs taking the slight crease lines near his eyes from smiling, smile lines that heavily came from moments spent between the two of them thus those smile lines bring a smile that will be forever with him, sniffing quietly to himself as he wasn’t completely alone couple of scientists worked around him and pod that incased his beautiful man that has encapsulated his heart with love and all the good stuff. Brought his clasped hands close to his chest, thumb still twisting the gold band around the base of his finger until his thumb rests on top of the ruby. Knowing in his heart in hearts this had to be done even if it left him hallow it would be for a short time surely. Besides Bucky wanted this and Tony wasn’t going to tell him otherwise, feelings pushed aside.

Time ticked away, never did he believe he drown in the shallows of his heart and yet he stood without the comfort of Bucky’s love, don’t give Tony that mumbo-jumbo about how he’s in spirit because well his damn spirit is anchored into the muscular vessel of Bucky’s body. How the yearning begun for those strong arms to be encircled tightly around him to give him a sanctuary of arms and warmth. Thus brought the thought of sleeping alone, something he hadn’t done in a couple of years now and he never thought he would have to again, no snuggles and no one dragging him back to bed from tinkering to long in his lab. There was plenty of things that will hit Tony later on, his head was hazed with pain and cloaked in heartache from a love he can’t touch nor see. As Bucky needed his slumber to give them time to find away to fix his brain from the rubble shambles left in the wake of HYDRA.

So, he’ll let Bucky rest as Bucky deserves some sort of peace.

It was time to leave, T’Chaka stood tall with his hands behind his back and friendly smile that reached his eyes as if to say he’s safe here and Tony deep down knows he’s in the safest place. Puffing out his bottom lip further, tears staining his cheeks, missing the frames of his glasses that have darkened to shield his eyes, hunched forward shoulders and one last longing look at the man in the pod. “Sweet dreams, my sweet prince. We’ll be reunited soon,” turning his body ready to leave, sledging his soles across the floor, dipping his chin to stare at the ground. “I love you and miss you already.” One last goodbye to his beating heart encased in glass, solemn walk of a broken hearted man.

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸

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ashfountainfanfics · 5 years

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“This is ridiculous,” Mike sighs in exasperation, “my friends and I had nothing to do with any of this.”

The detective at the other end of the table doesn’t seem to accept this. She’s a recent transplant from another state. Most of the Derry police department leaves Mike be, summing up his interest in police matters as a side effect of his fascination with Derry history. She doesn’t seem to be interested in giving that same assumption.

“You keep saying that,” she pushes, “but I think it’s strange that you show up to all the crime scenes and that two of your friends harassed one of the victims. Not to mention that Henry Bowers was found dead under your place of residency.”

Mike is growing more and more frustrated. It was surreal when the police showed up at dinner last night. The Losers Club plus the small group of cops nearly overwhelmed the small Italian place they’d been enjoying.

Bev, Ben, and Eddie are sitting in the lobby while Richie and Bill are in cuffs. Mike is somewhere between the two options or so he figures. He’s not sure he likes those odds.

Detective Lopez fixes him with a look that lacks any hint of retreat or gentility. She’s a no nonsense kind of woman. Her curly, dark hair is cropped in a pixie cut and her face is bare and set in a deadpan expression. Her blouse is a gray button up and the lanyard of her badge is tucked under her collar.

“It’s a small town,” Mike responds, “coincidences are everywhere.”

“Nothing is ever just a coincidence. Did you know Mr. Bowers?”

Mike calmly explains how Henry Bowers was the resident bully when they were children. How often that bullying went past simple pranks and low grade violence. To stop at calling Henry a bully was like trying to call Ted Bundy just an unfortunate date.

“You can ask Ben about his scar, that should give you a clue.”

“I understand that Mr Bowers had a history of violence and mental illness-“

“Being an angry white boy is not a mental illness,” Mike points out.

“Agreed,” Detective Lopez says flatly, “but that isn’t my point. My point is that several children and a man named Adrian Melon are dead and the escape of Mr. Bowers does not correlate with those deaths.”

“It doesn’t correlate with the arrival of my friends either. They weren’t here.”

“But you were.”

Mike is taken aback by the remark. All this time he’s been keeping watch, dreading the day that Derry needed saving but looking to save it nonetheless. Not that this town ever gifted him much beyond tolerance. He has no adult friends here, no significant others, only a series of routine faces that note his presence. Derry, Maine isn’t friendly or good. It’s not even scenic but he wanted to save it anyway. His jaw tightens.

“Of course I was here. I live in Derry. I’ve lived here most of my life, where else would I be?”

“You didn’t know these kids. You didn’t know Adrian Melon. Why did you visit the crime scenes? What business did you have being there?”

Detective Lopez is standing over him now with her hands planted on the table. She does this all calmly with very direct body movements. She never lets her frustration get to her. She harnesses it into orderly conduct and in a way it’s terrifying.

But she’s an outsider without all the facts. You can tell she comes from a big city by her demeanor and her thought process. Often a crime is committed by someone close to the victim or someone that makes themselves close. Contrary to the movies, the person most likely to kill you is the one in plain sight and right next to you. Monsters that hide in the dark and stalk you like prey aren’t the norm.

Mike is glad that he and his friends got rid of that norm for Derry.

“Detective Lopez? Have you ever seen someone die-“

“Of course I have. I’m a homicide detective.”

“I wasn’t finished,” Mike insists, “I was asking if you’ve ever seen someone die when you were a child?”

This gives her pause. Her elbows soften the smallest amount and her hesitancy is plain to Mike. She doesn’t sit. There’s no way she’s backing down that quickly but it’s clear she’s listening.

“I can’t say I have, why?”

“If you take the time to look into me a bit more you’ll know that my parents died in a fire and I was in the other room. I was too little to help them. I couldn’t save them.”

Now Detective Lopez sits down. Her posture is unnaturally straight and her gaze is still unwavering. This is either the best she can do to convey being receptive or it’s the most she’s willing to give.

“Can you imagine the sort of impact that has? I couldn’t even put down a sheep on the farm I grew up on. The idea of causing harm to anyone or anything, indirect or necessary or otherwise, still makes me sick. So please, Detective Lopez, don’t insult me with what you’re trying to infer.”

“Be blunt then. What were you doing?”

“Trying to see if there was a way to stop it. If you look at our history, you’ll see there’s a pattern. Every 27 years since the town was formed, a stretch of terrible things happen. That’s longer than I’ve been alive. Longer than my family’s been in Derry.

I thought maybe if I could pay attention for the next phase I could find the connection. I could save them.”

Mike can see that she’s regarding him as an absolute looney but Mike hopes it’s the harmless kind. She can picture him tinfoil hat and all if it means she doesn’t see him as a murderer.

“And what did you find?”

Mike decides that this is as good a time as any to tell one last lie. It’s not like she’d understand the truth of the matter. She’s the type to only accept hard facts and indisputable evidence. There isn’t anything he can show her to back the truth. Nothing but a lot of rubble on Neibolt street.

“I found nothing. Whatever makes this town the way it is, it’s not for me to understand.”

It’s not entirely a lie. Pennywise was just a part of what made Derry the way it is. Its death isn’t going to cure Derry of its bigotry overnight. There will still be small minded people, violent people. Mike will never understand that.

“So you’re giving up? Just like that?”

“I almost died because a literal living relic of my past broke out of an insane asylum and tried to kill me. I think that’s a sufficient wake up call that I’ve wasted too much time on this town and my own baggage.”

Mike can’t tell if she’s buying it or not. Detective Lopez gives away nothing. She’s an absolute professional to the core. Mike respects that. Derry could use someone on the force who can’t be swayed.

“I may need you to call you back in to corroborate a few stories so don’t skip town,” she gives him a curt nod, “You’re free to go.”

Detective Lopez opens the door to Mike’s freedom. Mike has a feeling that the others have been given similar instructions or that they will be given them. He wonders briefly if they should have thought ahead to confirm a set story with each other but he thinks better of it. None of the Losers are crazy enough to tell the truth.

“Hanlon, wait,” the detective stops him as soon as he’s out of the door frame, “tell your comedian friend that making jokes isn’t going to work with me. It’s not endearing and he’s digging a much bigger hole for himself.”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, trying to get him to stop is a joke in and of itself.”

—-

“Her first name is Jennifer!” Richie shouts as if wounded, “Last name Lopez! What did you want me to do?”

Richie can tell that his lawyer is not amused. His voice sounds really far away and it is. He’s driving to Derry as fast as he can.

“Richie, this isn’t your usual legal trouble. This isn’t stolen material or a damaged room-“

“That was one time and I was still a baby! How was I supposed to know what ecstasy looks like? You’re about to see the podunk town I grew up in, man.”

“They’re talking homicide!”

“I still cry over Bambi, for fuck’s sake. Do you seriously think I’d kill anyone for fun?”

“Of course not.”

Roger Clemming has been Richie’s lawyer since the start of his career. He’s a cousin of his manager and normally Roger has no qualms about representing Richie. Most of his legal cases aren’t even his; the man doesn’t write his own stand up so he can’t exactly be held responsible if it’s stolen. Richie Tozier is an easy client.

“I didn’t even mean to kill him. He had Mike and it was clear that old Bowers was totally batshit. I reacted. I don’t know.”

“So we have a witness. That’s good. The more witnesses the better. I just wish you hadn’t pissed off the Detective.”

“Yeah yeah I’m an asshole but I didn’t say anything about the case. And I stayed away from ass jokes!”

“I’m sure that’s what will save you.”

The Derry police station is not a big place. The holding cell is visible to the front lobby and there’s only two private rooms; the sheriff’s office and an interrogation room. Richie can see Eddie, his arms crossed and his face looking like he bit into a lemon.

Stressed out, Eddie spaghetti? You’re not on this end of the station.

“Be honest with me, Roger, am I going to jail or not?” Richie clings to a rare moment of seriousness.

“You defended someone from an escaped convict. If you sit back and don’t make an ass out of yourself we may not even go to court.”

Richie sighs and he wishes he could telepathically share this news with Eddie. He stares down Eddie in the hopes that somehow they do share a psychic link. Eddie remains pissed at some very specific wall instead.

“And, uh, my friend? Bill?”

“I’m not sure a trial can be avoided on that, but as long as there’s no physical evidence then the best they’ve got is circumstantial with no real motive. They’ll be grasping at straws if they charge him. Dead kids do make for angry parents though and sometimes they’ll pull a guy to trial because they’ve got no one else to blame.”

“So 50/50 chance?”

“40/60 of an arrest being made and I can’t begin to estimate the odds on him being found guilty. That all comes down to the kind of town your Derry, Maine.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Richie groans and buries his face into his free hand.

“Watch it, Tozier,” the nearby cop warns him.

Richie apologizes and feigns composure.

“Sorry kid,” Roger’s using his turn signal given the soft ticking in the background, “I’ll do my best but I make no promises.”

Richie mutters a sentiment of gratitude before hanging up. It would still be the better part of a day and a half before his representation gets here. Technically he’s not even sure if Bill wants Roger to represent him but Richie figures it couldn’t hurt to arrange it. After all, do either of them really want to trust whatever a Derry lawyer looks like?

---

Bill settles in for the night. To be honest, he’s slept in far more uncomfortable places than a holding cell. He wasn’t always a big famous writer. He remembers when he had to sleep in his shitty, used Toyota back in the early days. Now he’s got two houses, a celebrity wife, and a second movie deal. None of which he’s particularly sure he wants anymore.

It’s startling how unconcerned Bill is about the charge against him. He’s been taken in on suspicion of murder but Bill knows damn well he didn’t kill that kid and Detective Lopez doesn’t have much of anything on him except that he was seen yelling at the child earlier at the day and had been spotted at the carnival.

Bill didn’t want to seem entirely unhelpful though despite knowing they were never going to catch what killed that boy. He offered an account of what he thought was an animal attack but it was difficult to make out. Richie’s lawyer probably won’t like that he talked without him present but Bill doesn’t really care.

Bill blamed the yelling on a mental breakdown. His hometown memories were complicated and a failing marriage and work pressure wasn’t helping. When he saw a kid about Georgie’s age living in his old house, he lost it. It was easy to sell this because it wasn’t really a lie. Detective Lopez did make a comment to Bill about how childhood trauma seems very convenient in this town but Bill didn’t know how to respond outside of confusion.

“All right, everyone,” a tired cop announces into the lobby, “Y’all should get yourselves to bed. Visiting hours are over.”

The other members of the Loser’s Club are essentially draped across each other in the lobby and half asleep already. Ben is in the middle like some sort of handsome centerpiece. He has an arm over Beverly and Mike is leaning on his free shoulder. Meanwhile, Eddie is sitting on the floor at Ben’s feet looking tense and irritated.

They gather themselves up except for Eddie who continues to sit on the floor.

“Eddie, honey,” Beverly says softy, “it’s time to go.”

“Richie and Bill didn’t do anything wrong. I will leave when they do.”

Bill chuckles a bit at this and looks over to Richie on the other side of the holding cell. The look on his face gives him pause because it’s not what he was expecting. Eddie looks genuinely frightened in here. He’s also watching Eddie as if looking at the last boat on a sinking ship; one that’s just too far out of reach. Bill isn’t sure what to make of that.

“They’ll be okay,” Mike assures the sulking man on the floor, “I know these cops. They’re decent.”

Eddie doesn’t respond.

“Sweetie,” Bev is getting a hint of irritation to her voice, “we can come back in the morning.”

“I refuse to get up. This is a protest.”

Bev sighs and looks to Ben.

“We’re going to have to force him.”

“Force him?” Ben asks back incredulously, “Force him how?”

“Ben, he weighs 90 pounds soaking wet, what do you think?”

“Oh Lord,” Mike immediately understands the implication.

Ben thinks about it for a second and it dawns on him the same exact time it dawns on Eddie. Ben is briefly horrified by the idea.

“You wouldn’t” Eddie challenges him.

Ben looks helplessly at Bev who shrugs as if to say that there’s no other way. Eddie recoils as Ben clearly accepts his orders and approaches Eddie with strong arms ready to lift him. His stance is that of someone attempting to capture a wild animal.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me!” Eddie screams while rapidly kicking his legs to slide away.

Bill again turns to get Richie’s reaction to all this. He’s pleased to see Richie desperately stifling a chuckle. The cop stationed here for the evening seems to be frozen in disbelief as one grown man is trying to catch another and that other fully grown adult man is essentially crab scuttling his way to safety.

On reflex, Eddie sends a hard kick and gets Ben right in the shin. Ben stops his pursuit to cradle it.

“Eddie! What the hell!?” Bev scolds him.

“Now that’s enough!” the cop finally sees fit to reanimate, “I’ve seen some bull shit in my day but I won’t have a brawl in the station! Sort yourself out or I’ll put you in holding! Got it?”

Eddie gets up from the floor.

“Oh no,” Richie says quietly.

Bill’s confused but looks back to the scene playing out before him. Eddie looks apologetic and humbly confronts Ben.

“Sorry, Ben” he says meekly.

“It’s just my shin,” Ben responds, “It’ll bruise but it’s fine.”

“No, I’m sorry about this.”

Eddie uses his whole body to send a punch right into the side of Ben’s scruffy and very shocked face. Eddie’s fist retreats just as quickly as it had departed and he’s shaking out the pain of contact. Ben cups his cheek, obviously not very wounded. The man’s essentially built like a brick house for fuck’s sake. This does get the cop moving though.

Eddie is escorted into the holding cell with Bill and Richie. Richie looks in awe of Eddie either because he was so reckless or stupid Bill can’t figure which. He does have sneaking suspicion however that Eddie’s little stunt has more to do with Richie than with Bill himself.

Eddie is still pouting and sits square on the floor all over again.

“The little guy will be free to go after he cools down, unless you want to press charges,” the cop asks Ben.

“What? No. No… it’s fine.”

Mike quietly exits as quickly as possible. He’s clearly done with the nonsense that just played out. Bev and Ben stay behind a minute as Bev checks his cheek over again. Bill can make out the soft conversation they’re having but just barely. She’s apologizing for her plan, saying she didn’t think Eddie would fight that much.

“No no, it was a good idea,” Ben assures her.

Bill can see the way that comment washes over her. Ben was always full of a certain sincerity and purity that none of the other Losers ever really had. He’s soft and probably the only one of them that didn’t end up with a ridiculous amount of paranoia or cynicism. Bill doubts that Ben is unscathed but it looks like he at least had the good sense not to unleash his unknown trauma on anyone else.

Unlike Bill and his marriage to Audra.

It’s painfully clear to Bill right now just how much Audra looks like Beverly. They’ve got similar frames, similar facial structures and they’re both redheads. Granted, Audra’s red comes from a salon but it suits her as naturally as it does Bev. They could be sister’s.

‘Why can’t you be how I want you to be?’ Bill remembers saying to Audra not long before he took off to Derry. He’s disgusted with the comment now. He’s disgusted with the fact that he kissed Beverly and it meant more to him than his entire marriage. He’s disgusted with himself.

“See you in the morning, boys,” Bev waves to everyone in holding.

She doesn’t give Bill any special treatment. No lingering eye contact or wistful gaze. It’s as if she never had a crush on him at all, as if they’ve never shared anything. Before it always felt as if she was looking to Bill and now she’s looking at Ben.

Despite a sense of heartbreak, Bill takes comfort in that difference.

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There’s only two beds in the holding cell. One of which is already taken up by Bill who is sound asleep. Eddie is still sitting on the floor and up against the wall. He watches for the cop to doze off. Sure enough, he’s starting to snore in his chair.

Eddie quietly and carefully scootches over to Richie. Richie’s been lying on other cot, entertaining himself with some sort of impromptu, silent puppet show. He breaks from it as he notices Eddie encroaching on his personal bubble.

“Hey,” Eddie whispers.

“Hi…” Richie answers.

Eddie isn’t sure of how to move forward. Originally he had mapped out exactly what to say after the gang’s celebratory dinner. He was going to apologize for kissing Richie, explain again that he had panicked. He would ask that they move forward from this and go back to normal. He wanted to reassure him that he is very alive and not going to die anytime soon too. He wanted to know how much it meant to him that Richie cared so much. He never knew he was that important to anyone.

Eddie did not plan on embracing his inner chaos and landing himself in a cell for the night. He still isn’t entirely sure what came over him in that moment. The idea of leaving just hit so hard and quickly that he couldn’t do it.

“I went to jail for you,” he glares at Richie.

Well that’s not a good start, Eddie mentally notes.

“I see this. I’ll file it under your list of uncharacteristically brave fuckery.”

“I mean that I want to talk. We need to talk.”

“Oh.”

There’s a pause between them. That pause grows into a prolonged period. That period slinks into awkward silence. Eddie is aware since he brought up the conversation that he should actually start it but his head is empty. All he can think about is how the stab wound in his cheek hurts and how flustered Richie looks.

“Look, man,” Richie gives in, “We don’t have to talk. I get it. You panicked. Case closed. Mystery solved. We both deserve a Scooby snack for that epic conclusion.”

Eddie realizes for the first time that Richie is hiding behind his humor. He feels like an idiot for not noticing sooner but his eyes are a dead give away. Richie is making more eye contact now than usual. It’s like he’s forcing himself to present a put together facade. He’s watching Eddie to make sure he believes it.

Eddie wonders if it might be prudent to look at Richie in a different light. In childhood, he was always just that asshole friend. He liked to pick on him but never past annoyance. You’d think trying to steer clear of Henry Bowers would have made Eddie resistant to a friendship built on teasing. In retrospect, Eddie’s not sure what did open him up to it. By all logical accounts, Richie shouldn’t mean much of anything to Eddie and vice versa.

“Why do you do that?” he decides to approach it directly.

“I’m a comedian, Eds. Cracking a bad joke is as natural to me as breaking wind.”

Eddie could easily feed into this but he doesn’t want to. He physically sits up straighter and takes a calm breath in. It’s tempting to write Richie off as immature and continue down the rabbit hole of humor at Eddie’s expense but he refuses. Richie is keeping a secret of some kind which seems painfully obvious to Eddie now. If he’s ever going to move forward from recent events he’ll need to know what it is.

“What are hiding?” he leans in close.

Richie’s face loses all color. He stammers for a moment and Eddie is secretly pleased with himself. He’s so used to Richie getting at him that it is deeply satisfying for the tables to turn. Eddie tries not to stay in that mentality though. He wants answers not revenge.

“Bill’s the one with the stutter,” Eddie points out, “fess up. You’re hiding something from me and you’re using your crap jokes to do it. I won’t go to sleep until you tell me what’s going on.”

It seems a little overkill but Eddie is feeling the dramatics today. They saved each other’s lives earlier. They should be able to talk. Eddie debates their closeness as he waits for an answer. Sometimes it felt like they were the closest two people in the room and other times they were the furthest. Eddie wants to know why.

“I- uh,” Richie is sweating at the forehead, “I want to say first that- shit no. Okay, growing up I- fuck no that’s going to take forever.”

Eddie continues to glare down his friend. It’s not that he wants to force the truth out of him but rather his concern is growing. Showing Richie his soft side doesn’t come naturally though. So here he is trying to be a good friend but acting like a displeased asshole.

“Okay, here goes,” Richie takes in a breath of confidence, “Dinner.”

“...dinner?”

“Yes.”

“What about… dinner?” Eddie says bewildered before getting accusatory, “I swear to God, Rich, if this is a set up to a mom joke I’ll-“

“Dinner!” Richie says again a bit too loud.

The guard stirs. The two men freeze. A few seconds later a loud snore emerges. Eddie sighs in relief. He’s done just enough to end up in here. He doesn’t want to get in enough trouble to stay.

“You and me. Dinner. Us. Dinner. Together. Y’know, dinner?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and relaxes his shoulders. So it’s not a joke about his mom but a joke nonetheless.

“Oh. I get it. Ha ha, very funny. Like a date,” Eddie comments sarcastically.

“Yes.”

Richie isn’t grinning. He not casually avoiding eye contact either as he does with a usual set up. Instead he’s looking directly at Eddie with everything he’s got. It’s the ‘please believe me’ look from before but in an entirely different context. It’s sincere.

Jesus Christ, I think he fucking means it, Eddie panics.

“Okay,” he finds himself saying even as confused internal screaming fills his insides.

“Shit. Really?” Richie is as shocked as Eddie is.

“Yeah.”

“You’re going on a date.”

“Yes.”

“With me.”

“I guess.”

This is all on the premise that Richie is released in time for a date. He may end up in real jail. Then what would they do? A prison dinner date doesn’t have the most enticing ring to it.

Eddie feels like a part of him has detached from his own brain. Whatever his body is doing is past his control now. The surrealism of this unexpected direction broke him.

“Move over,” Eddie demands quietly.

Richie backs up as far as can, looking absolutely befuddled. Eddie climbs into the small space left on the cot. He’s tired. There’s only two cots and one is taken. It makes direct sense to share at least when you’re not entirely in your own body anyway.

Eddie remembers briefly about how the two of them would often share the hammock as kids. Eddie unceremoniously plopped himself in and fought for space so often that it became customary. He never did it to anyone but Richie though. He was the only one.

Richie braves putting an arm around Eddie and at first Eddie’s spine goes rigid. He’s not ready to think about this, not even sure if acting on it is right yet. He still feels far away from all this even as he Richie’s body heat cradles him.

Something about the way Richie’s hand cups the small of his stomach feels...good. Eddie’s body relaxes and he realizes how fucking exhausted he is. It’s been an exceptionally long 48 hours. A little shut eye and a cuddle isn’t so ludicrous. Even if it is with Richie Trashmouth Tozier.

“Just keep it in your pants,” Eddie yawns before falling asleep.

#it chapter 3 ff #ich3-2 #i really wanted to mimick the scene where richie sets eddie's arm in chapter 1 #like I love that chaotic energy #billverly #light #reddie #benverley

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sluttyprincessinarizona · 4 years

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Holy shit, alright.

So, first off, hi. I’ve been having a tough few days because of various reasons that I may or may not get into in this post. I’ve been bottling up all of my feelings for too long and writing things down has always been easier for me than talking about them. Basically, this is me spilling a lot of my secrets so I can get them out of my head. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected or wanted from me, please skip this if you’re not okay with a post like this.

TW//: Talk of anxiety and depression, mental and emotion manipulation(?), mentions of death and suicide, and just dark shit in general. Proceed with a lot of caution.

Hello. My name is Malachi. That’s not my birth name but it is the name I choose to go by. I am a non-binary African American person that is trying their absolute best in the life I was given. Admittedly, I’m not fairing very well but I continue to try everyday.

I come from a fairly large family. 8 siblings in total, 1 on my moms side and 7 on my dads. My mom and dad never married, they broke up when I was five years old, and when my dad moved out, I stayed living with my mom. My mom is bipolar and manic depressant and my older sister, my moms daughter, was a spoiled brat until I was born. From very early on, my sister would constantly tell me that I ruined her life, that she wished I was never born, that she hated me, etc. Unfortunately for me, my mom wanted me and my sister to get along so I was always around her. She would read books to me and have me around all the time. Because of this, I’m pretty sure anyway, I grew up to be very gifted. I entered kindergarten a year early, and all of my school life felt easy. I was never challenged. Even the gifted classes I was out in were hardly anything to me. Now, I know this sounds like I’m bragging, but I take no pride in these words or my talents. I’ll tell you why later.

Growing up was surprisingly difficult for me. My mom was struggling to support both of us so we moved house a lot. We moved into our grandma’s house at one point. That was when it was the worst. My sister would constantly tell on me, but when I turned the tables on her, she’d beg me not to. She’d promise that she’d ever tell on me again, and then turned around and threw away said promise as soon as I let it go. I was the “problematic” child. My sister berated me constantly, telling me that I was bad at dancing and singing, which is still one of my passions to this day. It stuck with me. Everything does.

Fastforward to middle school. I had spent the last few years of my life with a less than agreeable sister and a difficult to approach mother. I’ll get into my father’s deal in a little bit. Elementary school hadn't been good either. I was at a higher level than lost of people, so I would occupy my free time with books. PE and outside activities never intrigued me as much as most kids, and so I was then deemed the class outcast all the way until about 7th grade. Up until 5th, I trusted others way too easily. Someone could walk up to me, tell me their name and say they wanted to be friends and within a week I'd be telling them all my secrets and family troubles. It was stupid really, but no one taught me any different. I was betrayed a lot, and everyone in our grade knew things about me that I'm embarrassed to admit. It was heartbreaking to 5th grade me. Why was everyone so mean?

I was always more of a tomboy, even as a child. The girls were too "girly" for me and the boys didn't converse with girls so I was, again, alone.

By the time I got to 6th grade, I had already adapted a system. Go to school, do well, read in your free time, go home. No friends, no acquaintances, nothing. It was how I kept my heart safe. And it worked for a while. Luckily, I moved schools when I came up with the system, so no one was too keen on approaching me in the first place. Then, 7th grade came around. And holy god, was it horrible. For some reason, I made a friend. Now, she was nice. Very nice. We bonded over Undertale, she was great. We're still friends to this day. But I kept her at arms length, cause I had just broken the system. That wasn't apart of the plan. Even worse, I made two more friends. And worse than that, I developed my first ever crush on someone. All of my plans were failing, my walls were crumbling. But when these walls fell, my heart grew weaker still, cause having friends isn't as great as it should be. Especially in middle school.

Our small group was riddled with mental illnesses, and we'd joke about wanting to die at least twice a day. It was how we coped, even though none of us made any effort to get better. It wasn't the best, but 8th grade was somehow worse.

Our group split right down the middle. Half of the group wanted nothing to do with the other half. And I was stuck in the middle. I liked everyone, they were all my friends. How could I possibly choose between them?

And then, as if things couldn't get worse, one of my closest friends in that group called me out. Apparently, I had become so dependent on them, on her, that I was becoming "too outgoing" and annoying, and she stopped responding to me. I had let her inside my walls and she still hurt me deeper than anyone else. I apologized profusely. I had gotten so used to not being a bother that losing her trust was one of my worst fears. It scarred me. I spent days sulking, just wanting to properly apologize to her. I wanted to hear from her, I needed to. Eventually she forgave me, but the damage had been done. That was when I had come up with a new idea. Another system. I didn't execute it, but the idea sprouted in the back of my mind.

8th grade was the year of my first panic attack. It was dumb, really. I woke up, got ready for school, and realized there was an assignment I forgot to do that was due later that day. I had had a perfect record. My homework was never late, and it terrified me to no end to think that my streak would end like that. I sat against the wall of my bedroom, covering my mouth and hoping that I was crying quietly, so I wouldn't wake my dad. No one to help me, no one to ground me. I was spiraling for too long. The only thing that snapped me out of it was myself. I had to go to school or I'd be late, that was how I got myself out of that darkness. Pathetic, I know.

High school was a different battle field in and of itself. Sophomore, Junior and Senior year were pretty good, so I'll only talk about Freshman year.

I was very scared of high school. All the middle school teachers said high school teachers were ruthless, mean and impatient. They kicked people out of class, out of the whole school. School had been easy but high school was different. The mere mention of it made me nervous. Oh yeah, I haven't mentioned it before, but I have pretty bad anxiety. It's primarily social anxiety, but it gets bad at the worst possible times. I think I might have depression but I'm too scared to bring it up with my therapist, so that'll probably stay unsolved.

Freshman year wasn't very bad. It wasn't worse than 8th grade at least. What really got me was the workload. Self discipline, time management, all the mature people things that I had to learn. It made my anxiety skyrocket. I would be finishing assignments during lunch, mere hours before they were due. I was a rightful mess, on all accounts.

I had a big fallout with my dad, and that just made all of my problems worse. I'll get into that another time, seeing as this post is already too long.

Finishing high school was a breeze compared to earlier years. I made a small group of friends, many of which are onto bigger adventures in life. I haven't started college yet, but I haven't talked about what it is that I really wanted to talk about. The thing that's really been on my mind.

I'm nobody. I'm not just a nobody. I'm nobody. I honestly don't know who I am. My entire life, I had forfeited finding myself in favor of catering to others. I relinquished my personal freedom to make others life easier. I listened to everything my parents told me to do. No question, no complaints. I bend and broke myself to make my sister happy. I gave her so much of myself that I didn't have any left for me, yet she's still not happy with me. My friends don't know who I am. My mind is constantly thinking, I'm constantly drowning in dark thoughts and harmful words but they don't know. I hide it from them, I hid everything from them. I told them not to worry about it. And eventually, they did. It hurt. It stung. But it was my fault entirely.

My dad called me a robot once. I followed orders with feeling or hesitance. He was right. My constant thought process is all of my responsibilities. All of the things I need to do for someone else. Taking a break is impossible. Mt family needs me to function properly so they can live freely and without regret. I can't do that.

I can't eat what I want without making my mom angry in some way. I can't say or do or buy or receive anything without getting into an argument with my sister about how I'm somehow the spoiled one. Hell, I take a nap for too long and my mom gets upset at me. My dad is another ball game all on his own, so I won't talk about him right now.

What I'm trying to say it that my life isn't mine. My life is spent caring for others. Listening to other people over myself.

I'm horrible at taking compliments. I brush them off, deny them, pretty much anything other than saying thank you. It's not that I'm not grateful. I'm just tired of them. I've been showered with praise all my life, but it's bittersweet when you're taken advantage of every day. Taken for granted endlessly. They start to fade together.

Generic, everyday praise infuriates me to the highest level. Don't you dare say that cookie cutter bullshit to me. You think I haven't heard "oh you're so smart" before?? You think I haven't heard "you're beautiful" before??? I understand that you're just trying to be nice, but fuck off with that run of the mill fuckery.

Compliment me

How about you say, thank you for trying so hard for us?

Or, I see you helping out. I appreciate it.

Or, god forbid, you cab relax for once, I can take care of it.

Because god knows that I need a fucking break sometimes!

Oh, take a day off? Unless you want to come over here and handle my 101 responsibilities for this day alone, I suggest you shut that shit up right now.

Telling to take it easy doesn't fix the fucking problem.

One thing I know I do have are some major anger issues. That's not easily solved. None of my problems are.

At this point, I feel like I am my problems. Without my anxiety and my anger, who am I?

Who would I be?

Would I be better? Worse? Who would I have become?

I don't want help because help would change me. Help would get rid of me.

Whoever that me may be.

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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How would the demon brothers [+ undatebles if you can no biggie tho if not] be with an MC who is plus sized and is super insecure about it? Like they try to get skinnier but can't and they get upset about it or get teased by other demons for being bigger. Side note: your writings are INCREDIBLE. Just like you 🤗💜🎆⭐

Thank you for the request and the compliment! You're too kind!

Oof weight lose and being bullied for my size is something I know abit too well, I always feel sad when I see plus sized people Insecure about their weight

I'm all for people wanting to lose weight to be healthy or just wanting change but when it stems from self hated and an unhealthy mindset - I just can't stand it

Demon brother's with a plus sized MC who's insecure

Warning: angst with fluff

Lucifer:

He isn't a man who's to shy away from being rude and blunt to people

He wouldn't date someone for pity or lie

When he learned you were trying to loose weight

He and the other brothers all treated it how Asmo's diets go, he tries and fails and everyone makes no real effort to not tempt him with food

When he found you crying in your bedroom however

"What's the matter? You're crying, what has upset you?"

"You." Was all you said, trying to calm yourself

He, of course, wanted to know what he did

He kept pestering you until you finally snapped at him

"You're treating my wants like it's a joke! I want to lose weight and none of you are being supportive of it! Why can't you just let me do something for myself?!"

He was taken back

He sat beside you, taking your hand in his

"Why do you want to lose weight? This plan has come rather unexpectedly."

"Because I'm too big! Everyone thinks so! No matter what I do all nothing works! Don't you think I'm ugly?"

"Since when did being big equate to being ugly? Are your height makes you ugly?"

"my height...? What does that-"

"Weight isn't something we can always change like our height, some people just can't change their physical appearance, it can only happen naturally and even then it may be a small amount gained or lost."

"I think I get what you mean."

"I hate admiting this but- I'm not good at this kind of thing but I think you look wonderful, if you really wish to go on a diet I'll support you but it needs to come from a healthy and non destructive mindset."

He poked. your forehead before kissing your hand

Mammon:

"Mammon? Don't you get embarassed when you're out with me."

"You are pretty embarassing sometimes."

He wasn't pay too much attention, not catching up on your tone

"Oh.....I see....maybe I shouldn't come out with you tonight."

You already didn't want to go out, the outfit Mammon got you - whilst it looked expensive - was tight on you

"HUH?! now what's this all about? You trying to quit on the great mammon?!"

"Well- I'm much bigger than the demons you hang around with, aren't you ashamed? They're way more attractive than-"

He rushed to your side, gripping your arms

"Don't even finish that sentence, ya hear?! Who told you - you didn't look fucking fantastic?! No one talks to my baby like that!"

"But it's true-"

"I swear on Goldie that isn't true! You are the most stunning jewel I've seen, I'm so lucky to be with someone that looks like you! You're personality is already top notch - your body is like a shiny bonus I don't think I deserve!"

He pulled you into a hug, holding you like you were the most valuable thing to him

"You're gorgeous, just tell me who's been bullying you and I'll make sure they know their place, I never want you to feel like that."

Levithan:

Levi was showing off this cast of anime style chatacters from the game he was playing

All of them were so thin and muscular

Everyone had the perfect curve and ideal bodies

"We should cosplay these characters! Don't worry, you don't need to know everything about them - I think you'd really pull off this one, you two already have the same personality."

You looked down at yourself and then back at the Character

You frowned, clutching your stomach

"Really....? But they're so- well look at me!"

He looked at you, raising a brow as he tried to find what you were getting at

"They're a warrior who saved the universe with a knife, it's not supposed to be realistic-"

"I'm talking about my shape, levithan! I'm fat! I'm disgusting! They're built like a god!"

"YOU'RE built like a god! There's plenty of Gods from your worlds stories that are shaped like you! What's the issue?"

"you didn't even deny I was disgusting, those demons were right-"

"What demons?! Are you seriously letting some normies tell you you're gross? What do they know? I'm the luckiest demon alive to be with you and those demons can choke on salt water - you point them out and I'll get my army on them!"

"you really think that? You wouldn't like more if I looked more like your smile chatacters?"

"Media is based of toxic media where they focus on only one type of beauty standard, it's a problem within the game world that they don't add plus sized chatacters."

"i- yeah I guess so....I didn't expect you to really care about that."

"of course I care!"

You both sat in silence, you were processing his words and leaned against his shoulder

"Do you still want to cosplay together?"

You paused before nodding

You both went through the game he's playing, whenever the overly vain chatacter came out levithan would argue with them

Claiming you to be the most gorgeous being in the world not them

Satan:

"I heard some rumours today, have demons been bothering you about your weight?"

You froze as Satan closed his book, shifting in the seat

You stepped back, avoiding eye contact, regretting coming to your room instead of helping mammon with some silly plan

"No...there's been no issue."

"Oh? Then why is there laxatives and diet guides in your school bag? You know I don't like it when you lie to me especially if it means you could be putting your body at risk."

You noticed your bag beside his feet

You immediately grew frustrated as you knew you were being called out

"Why did you go through my bag?! That's my own bussiness-"

"you said I could get my textbooks back, I found them in your bag - I'm sorry I went through your stuff but this isn't fine! You're going to force your body to push itself unnaturally."

"I just- i just want to get thinner, no matter how many times I try it doesn't work! I'm tired of seeing myself in the mirror and people telling me that you don't actually love me-"

"Some people just don't have it easy when it comes to weight lose, going on a diet isn't the best - I can go on cooking duty more often and make sure you have healthier meals."

He was at your side now, stroking your face

"Do you love me....? Truely?"

"of course I do, I've never loved anyone as much as I love you - you make me feel things I never thought i would, your size is the last of my concerns, I'm just scared you're going to hurt yourself."

You nodded, tearing up as you let him hold you closer

You tried to apologize but he silenced you, telling you that your emotions are valid

Asmodeus:

"Darling~! Let's take a bath together, I just got a new bath bomb and some soaps!"

He shook the mini basket filled with bath product's

"really...? Are you sure you want to do that, I'm not sure, I feel really bloated today-"

You were desperate to avoid getting naked Infront of him

Every once and a while he would ask to take a bath together, he respects your discomfort but wants to keep the offer open

"Oh, that's no issue~ we can have some tea Barbatos gave me, it's great for bloating!"

"why do you wanna see me naked so much? I'm not anything to see - wouldn't you be uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable? Why would I feel that?"

"In not the smallest person around-"

"Means you got more to love! I love your body!"

"But you're so gorgeous and slender, why would you ever love my body?"

He couldn't understand your feelings; confused on how you could see yourself in a negative light

"because I love you more than myself, I'm still the most special demon around but you're just something else, something I could never stop adoring!"

Beezlebub:

"Do you want to go eat with me? hell's kitchen is having a party."

Beel peered into your room, showing the hell's kitchen site

"I'm not sure about that, I've been trying to cut down on my eating."

"what? Why? Are you sick?"

He immediately got concerned, shuffling over to you

He placed the back of his hand on your forehead

"No- I'm not sick, I just think I should loose some weight."

"oh....then you can still go eat with me, I'll just eat more of your portions."

"you don't have any issue with me losing weight?"

Your insecurities started to chew at you

You weren't really sure what you wanted; you wanted him to be cruel and straight forward about hating your body

It would make your feelings feel more grounded

But you couldn't bare it if he didn't like your body

"It's your choice - should I be concerned?"

"no way! It would be for the best anyway, right? Atleast then I'll look better-"

"What does your weight have you to do with your looks? I think you look fine."

"you don't think I'm too big? Wouldn't you prefer someone more petite? I know you like small things-"

"I like you, I don't see any issue with your body."

It did feel a little ridiculous to think the avatar of gluttony would be bothered by your size but you still couldn't help but feel worried

He suddenly picked you up, kissing your cheek

"I can hold you in my arms just fine, your size will never stop me from liking you, I think you're beautiful."

Belphegor:

He was laying on your thigh's, watching a video comp of people falling over and getting hurt

"Should I loose weight?"

His phone was suddenly dropped on his stomach, staring up at with you surprise

"Why do you ask? Besides, it's not my decision to make - it's your body."

"yeah but wouldn't you prefer it if I was, ya know, thinner?"

He looked at you as if you just said something stupid

Adjusting his position snuggled against your thigh's

"Why would I prefer that? You wouldn't be as comfy."

"is that all you care about? If I'm comfy? Would you be upset if I did lose weight?"

"No, because I love cuddling you so I don't care about your size but I like you the way you are."

"it can't be that simple, there's no way you just like me when I look like this."

"I'm not sure why you're thinking of it like it's complicated maths, I like you- no I love you and very happy with the way you are."

You wanted to argue, trying to find a way to figure out how he's wrong

But you couldn't

"You're my favourite person in this house - don't tell Beel - I wouldn't trade you for the world."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #obey me mammon #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me beezlebub #obey me satan #obey me levithan #obey me luficer #obey me belphegor #obey me imagine #angst #cw: body image #cw: fatphobia #cw: angst #obey me x you #obey me x mc

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the-mad-starker · 5 years

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Starker Fic: Jealous!Tony

Okay so I wanted to put something up to distract myself and everyone else from all this mess, but honestly I have nothing completed.

I had about 15 prompts that I neglected so dreadfully, but one was about jealous Tony. I'm pretty sure someone else had a very similar prompt or the Anon sent it to another writer so I felt discouraged continuing it but! Here's the bit I have. Figured I'd throw it out there :) most likely not going to continue this but yeeep, Tony is not pleased but it all ends well in my head :x

Warning: possessiveness, kinda Peter/Other, implied spanking

Original Prompt:

What do you think about over possessive/ jealous Tony walking in on Peter and his boyfriend making out and he gets angeryband throws the boyfriend out of the house then fucks Peter into next week?

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When FRIDAY told Tony that Peter had entered the tower with a friend, Tony had shrugged it off. The older man had given Peter a room there, just to be generous and give the teen some place to crash if he ever found himself patrolling in the city.

The tower, despite no longer housing for Avengers, still had many of rooms untouched. So there were rooms for emergencies and a room stock full of medical supplies, as well as access to all sorts of information unknown to the public.

It certainly gave May some relief that her nephew had somewhere to turn to if he ever needed help. The real reason why Tony had given him the room remained a closely guarded secret. He wanted Peter close to him, but he'd never reveal the possessive, hungry desires that were growing beneath his skin.

Tony was working in the lab when the notification came. He had just fixed whatever glitch it was that stopped Peter from using some of the settings.

He should've left it for another day. It was nearing almost midnight and after hours in the lab, Tony should've just dropped off into sleep somewhere. But some part of his mind had acknowledged Peter was around so why not show the kid that his new web shooters were fixed.

The rooms in the tower had nice solid walls. Sound didn't easily carry so it wasn't like he heard any moans coming from Peter’s bedroom.

Tony still had issues with boundaries really so it didn't even occur to him that he shouldn't be walking into Peter’s bedroom past midnight. The door wasn't even locked so when he walked right in, it took him a second to realize what he was seeing.

Oh.

Friday had said Peter had brought a friend. She hadn't specified that said friend was currently trying to devour Peter’s mouth. Or that there were sweaty, groping hands pawing at the teen’s shirt, tugging it up to reveal Peter’s toned abs.

Peter’s hands were buried in the other teen’s dark hair. Those hands that Tony admired, constantly watching the way they expertly handled the tools in the lab…

Tony felt anger spark inside his chest, a slow burn that made his mouth tighten. Some fucking teenager was touching his boy, his Peter, and all those dark possessive emotions Tony had been able to keep in check… broke free.

When Peter pulled away from the other teen, his eyes opened and the boy froze. His eyes locked with Tony’s and Tony watched as the teen’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Mr. Stark…?”

Peter’s voice was soft, a breathy sound that would've been arousing if some stupid kid wasn't in bed with him.

The other teen’s head whipped around to look at him. There was a mix of surprise and embarrassment for being caught before it got wiped away.

Tony didn't know his name but the unknown teen jumped to his feet.

“Tony Stark! Wow, what a plea–” The bright glow of a repulser shut him right away. Tony hadn't even realized he had activated one, but oh, lookie there it was.

“What… the… fuck…” The teen’s voice was high pitched and nervous.

“Out.” It was the only word Tony could snap out.

The boy’s head started to turn towards Peter, no doubt asking for help but Tony’s next command stopped him. “No, don't even look at him. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

Each word was a clipped, angry snarl and the look in Tony’s eyes said he wasn't joking. The kid ran for it, but even then, he made sure to comp tell avoid even brushing up against the older man.

FRIDAY would make sure he got out. Tony would've personally made sure he left but he had something… someone, to deal with.

He shut the door behind them, the repulser tidying itself away once he released it. It was like that action gave Peter permission to start talking.

“Mr. Stark, sir, I shouldn't have brought him here,” Peter started to babble.

Tony took a step forward, then another, watching how Peter’s kiss swollen lips continued to spill out apologies and excuses.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking– You trusted me and I just–” Peter’s words were stopped with Tony’s finger placed right on top of his lips.

Tony’s mind was whirling with thoughts. He could feel his jealousy and anger simmering in his blood. He had been fighting this for so long and to find Peter doing that … doing that in his own tower… It felt like a taunt, like a dare. He looked at his boy with shrewd eyes.

“You're not sorry,” Tony stated. Then he cracked a dark, knowing smile. “You knew I was here. That I was awake. Why did you bring that kid here, Peter?”

The boy’s cheeks flushed a deep red. Peter knew he had been caught and he couldn't maintain eye contact with Tony after realizing it. Tony sat down next to him and turned the boy’s head so that Peter couldn't look away.

“Look at me, Peter,” Tony commanded. “I think you owe me an explanation. You owe me something for that… sad display you felt like you needed to enact.”

Peter bit his lip, but his hands were clenched into fists. “I'm sorry…”

A glance down showed that the teen was still hard. In fact, it looked like the bulge was even bigger than when his fake boyfriend was feeling him up.

“Don't lie to me, kid,” Tony warned. “You're not sorry… But you will be. Stand up.”

He didn't fault the kid for hesitating, but when Peter shot him a wary look, he only returned it with a calm gaze. The boy swallowed but did as he was told.

His hardon was obvious now and Tony could see that blush deepen, crawling down his neck where a single hickey was visible.

Tony’s expression tightened.

“Take off your pants,” he said, softly.

“...Sir…?” Peter said in disbelief.

“I’ll rip them off if I have to,” Tony warned. It made Peter obey instantly, shaking hands go to his belt buckle. He slipped off his jeans, blushing like a virgin as he stood there in his t-shirt and boxers.

Tony let his eyes rove over the teen’s body, appreciating the lightly muscled form.

“Over my lap, kid,” came Tony’s next command. He was satisfied when Peter obeyed, not even making a peep as he laid his body over Tony’s lap.

Tony didn't know what Peter was expecting but he was going to find out. The boy’s boxer clad ass was right there and the der man could feel Peter’s erection pressing against him. It made Tony want to drop the act, made him want to shove Peter onto the bed and finish what that fake boyfriend of his started.

But no, Tony needed to teach his brat a lesson.

He pulled down Peter’s boxers, revealing the pale round globes of his ass. Tony had to once again restrain himself, especially when Peter gasped, wiggling in his lap in excitement.

“You owe me this,” Tony repeated, “I want an explanation and you're gonna give it to me. You're going to answer every question and at the end, I’ll decide how many slaps this ass of yours needs for discipline. Alright, kid?”

Peter’s response was a breathless murmur of agreement.

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theycallmebeccawrites · 5 years

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 5

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in July 2013 and is about how Ellie got Daisy.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 4.5

Episode 5: Finding Daisy

July 19, 2013

Chris smiled as he looked around the kitchen table, watching as Ellie, her sister Isabelle and his brother Scott all cackled over the cards they'd played in the round of Cards Against Humanity that he was the Card Czar for. Despite the fun they were all having now, he felt guilty that the paparazzi had ruined their night.

Two hours earlier, the four of them had been eating at a small Italian restaurant outside the normal "celebrity zone", but someone had tipped off his location to the paparazzi. The owner had personally apologized to Chris about the situation and had offered to comp their meal, but Chris had declined the offer and had even left a bigger tip due to how the paparazzi would affect the other diners' meals.

Turning to the other three, Chris had suggested that they continue with their plans while he went home. It had been Ellie who had suggested they all go back to the house and play cards or something instead. Isabelle and Scott hadn't been thrilled with the idea, but they had agreed.

"Earth to Chris?" his brother said, waving his hands in front of Chris's face. "You still playing?"

"Yeah, sorry," Chris replied. Looking back at the cards in front of him, he reread the black prompt card 'Introducing Xtreme Baseball! It's like baseball, but with ________!'

Then he looked at the three white cards he had already flipped over:

'My collection of high-tech sex toys.'

'The swim team, all at once.'

And then the card that had made them start cackling in the first place:

'Genetically engineered super-soldiers.'

The simple shake of his head set off their laughter again and he couldn't help but choose the card that someone had obviously been saving just for him.

"Genetically engineered super-soldiers," he said as he flipped the other two losing cards over.

"YES!" Isabelle shouted as she reached across the table to grab the black prompt card, almost knocking her glass of wine off the table.

"Careful there, drunko." Scott teased her as he rescued the wine glass.

Upon returning to the house, Chris and Ellie had both changed out of the clothes they'd worn to dinner, opting to wear more comfortable clothes; yoga pants, a maroon tank top and a plaid button down for her and sweats and t-shirt for him. Isabelle and Scott, on the other hand, had remained in their nice clothes, with Isabelle simply adding one of Ellie's long sweater jackets over her dress and replacing her heels with a pair of UGGs.

"Alright, my turn," Ellie said as she grabbed a black prompt card from the pile. "What will always get you laid?"

Chris didn't have to look down at his cards to know which one to play. He quickly found the card and then laid it face down on the table.

Scott and Isabelle quickly played their own cards and then Ellie took on the task of picking the winner.

"What will always gets you laid?" she repeated and then picked up the first white answer card. "Being John Malkovich." She nodded her head slowly and picked up the second card. "Teaching a robot to love." She added a shrug to her nod and then turned over the third card. A grin spread across her face immediately and she shouted, "DEM TITTIES FOR THE WIN!"

Sliding his hand over, Chris pulled the black card over to his small pile while the others laughed again.

There was no question in his mind as to why he'd thought of her the second he'd drawn the 'dem titties' card, especially considering the dress she'd worn to dinner. He'd known she had boobs, it was obvious, but that dress had put them on display and he hadn't not liked it.

"Chris, are you playing or not?" his brother's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," Chris replied. He took a look at the black prompt card 'She's up all night for good fun, I'm up all night for _______.' and selected the best answer from his hand.

"Finding Waldo," Isabelle read aloud a moment later. "Dry heaving. That's disgusting. And lastly, Pictures of boobs." She looked at the cards on the table and then tapped the first one, Finding Waldo.

"That would be mine," Scott said, grabbing the black prompt card. "Better watch out, I'm one card away from kicking your asses at this game!"

They went a couple more rounds before Scott ultimately won the game by playing the "Pumping out a baby every nine months." answer to the prompt "Cancel all my meetings. We've got a situation with _____ that requires my immediate attention."

Leaving the kitchen, they carried their drinks out into the living room and sank down into the overstuffed couches.

"Did you guys have any pets growing up?" Isabelle asked as she sat on the loveseat with Scott.

"No way," Scott replied with a laugh. "Mom had her hands full with us four. There was no way she'd let an animal in the house."

"Really? Because there were four of us and we had dogs, cats and a bunch of other animals too," Ellie replied. "Then again our dad was a Veterinarian."

"Yes, but you were all girls," Chris pointed out with a smile. "Way different than raising boys."

"I don't want to have any girls," Ellie stated with a shake of her head. "Too much drama. I only want to have boys."

"Really? You don't want to have a single girl?" Chris asked, turning to look at her. "Not one?"

"Nope." Ellie shook her head. "Especially after seeing the drama that followed my youngest sister Riley thanks to cell phones and social media."

"Seriously," Isabelle said, shaking her head. "When I was in high school the worst thing was not putting someone in the 'right spot' on your myspace top 8."

"You couldn't pay me to go back to high school," Scott stated. "No fucking way…"

They all murmured their agreement and took sips of their drinks.

"So back to the pet thing," Ellie said, a moment later. "Have you guys ever had pets?"

"It was the first thing I did when I got my own place," Chris replied with a smile. "An American Bulldog named East." His smile faltered a little. "Probably wasn't the best decision because I was so busy, but he was my best friend." His voice tapered off.

"We found out last fall that East had cancer," Scott continued for his brother. "And we had to let him go in January of this year."

"Saying goodbye to a pet is never easy," Ellie said, reaching over and putting her hand on Chris's forearm. "Especially when they're sick."

"It was the hardest decision of my life," Chris admitted. "But I knew it was the right one…" His voice trailed off and he brushed a tear from his face before letting out a forced chuckle. "Wow… I really know how to ruin a night, huh?"

"The night isn't ruined at all," Scott told his brother. "I mean, we all learned that Isabelle has a thing for assless chaps."

"My boyfriend grew up on a cattle ranch," Isabelle stated. "I've seen him in a pair of assless chaps and good god -" She let out a whoosh of breath. "- the only thing better than a cowboy wearing chaps and jeans is him wearing the chaps only."

"Ok, this conversation went weird fast," Ellie said, standing up. She wobbled slightly and Chris reached out to steady her. "Thanks."

"No more wine for you tonight," he told her.

"Yes, sir, captain, sir," she replied with a mock salute. "I'll just carry this stuff to the kitchen."

"I'll help," Isabelle offered. The two sisters quickly gathered their empty wine glasses and bottles and headed to the kitchen.

"I think I'm ready to go to bed," Ellie told her sister after she had hand washed the wine glasses. "You wanna sleep in the guest house with me?"

"Sure," Isabelle replied. "I'll go get my stuff. Should I shower upstairs or in your room?"

"It'll have to be in her room," Chris said as he came into the kitchen. "Scott just ran upstairs to take a shower." He covered his mouth as he yawned. "I just wanted to tell you I was heading upstairs and that I locked the front door."

"Alright, thanks," Ellie replied. "I'll lock the backdoor when we leave."

Chris nodded and then left the room.

"I'll go get my stuff," Isabelle told her sister.

Ellie finished cleaning up the kitchen while she waited and then, when Isabelle returned, led her sister out to the guest house.

"It's small," Isabelle said as she took in the studio-like room. "But I guess you spend most of your time in the main house."

"Exactly." Ellie nodded. "I'll let you shower first and then I'll take one."

Forty minutes later, the sisters were laying side-by-side in Ellie's bed.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes," Ellie assured her. "I'm actually kind of glad we didn't go dancing though. Those heels were already killing my feet when we got home. And I could barely breathe in that dress…"

A wicked grin spread across Isabelle's face and she said, "Chris liked watching you breathe in that dress."

Ellie rolled her eyes.

"I'm seriously, El!" Isabelle insisted. "He couldn't take his eyes off of you during dinner! And don't get me started on his reaction in his bedroom! The guy froze in the process of putting on his jacket!"

"We're just friends," Ellie told her sister. "He's used to seeing me in t-shirts and jean shorts. Of course he was surprised."

"He liked what he saw," Isabelle insisted. "I wish I had thought to take a picture of it."

"You've had too much to drink," Ellie told her sister. "We both have. We should go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

"Spoil sport," Isabelle muttered as she settled into her pillow. "I know what I saw though, you caught Chris's attention."

Ellie ignored her sister and closed her eyes, effectively putting an end to their discussion.

The next morning, the sisters woke up shortly after nine and got dressed to go to the beach. They hit up the kitchen in the main house to pack the cooler with the food and drinks Ellie had purchased for their day at the beach.

They were just closing the lid of the cooler when Chris came into the room.

"Morning," he greeted sleepily. He took in their appearances; each sister was wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top with colorful straps showing on their shoulders. "Off to the beach?"

"Yup," Ellie replied. "I made a pot of coffee and there is stuff for sandwiches in the fridge if you get hungry."

"Thanks, you're the best," Chris told her.

Ellie smiled at Chris and ignored the nudge that Isabelle gave her.

"Well, we are off," she said. "We will likely be gone most of the day. I was thinking we'd do hamburgers or something here tonight."

"Got it," Chris said with a nod. "Have fun."

The sisters carried the small cooler out to Ellie's car and then headed south to the beach community their aunt and uncle lived in. They parked their car in the driveway of their relatives' house and then walked the couple blocks to the beach.

Given that it was a Saturday in the middle of July, the beach was busy, but it didn't take them long to find the beach volleyball court that their aunt, uncle and their friends had situated themselves by. After many hellos, the sisters put their stuff down and laid out in the sun, soaking in the rays for a bit before being convinced to join a beach volleyball game.

They hung out at the beach until the early afternoon before they said their goodbyes and made their way back to the car. Instead of heading back to Chris's house immediately, they ventured into the Venice Beach area and spent a couple hours checking out the different vendors.

It was after six in the evening when they finally got back to the house. Ellie went to her guest house to shower while Isabelle went upstairs to shower in the guest bathroom.

After showering and getting dressed, Ellie went back into the main house to get dinner ready, but stopped when she saw Chris standing in front of the barbeque flipping the burgers over.

"Scott and I are taking care of dinner," he told her. "You've been feeding us all summer."

"Thanks," Ellie replied with a smile. She went into the house and cringed slightly when she saw the state of her kitchen.

Scott caught her expression from the other side of the large kitchen island and said, "We'll clean up, promise." He then walked over to the fridge and grabbed out a bottle of beer. "Drink this. It will take the edge off the fact that we've destroyed your kitchen."

Dinner was just about ready when Isabelle arrived in the kitchen and took the beer Scott offered her. The sisters then made their way outside and sat down at the outdoor table to wait for the guys to bring dinner to the table.

Ten minutes later, the four of them were eating and Ellie was impressed with the brothers' cooking abilities.

"I might let you two cook for me more often," she told him.

"Please don't," Scott replied. "Our cooking skills are very limited."

"All the more reason for you to practice," Ellie said with a smile.

After they ate, Ellie and Isabelle helped the brothers clean up the kitchen and then all four of them retired to the basement to watch a movie. The girls took their seats on one of the couches while the two brothers argued over what movie to watch. It took them nearly ten minutes to agree on 'Stepbrothers'.

The four of them laughed along with the movie with one or two of them occasionally quoting a scene along with the characters on the TV.

It was nearly midnight when the movie ended and they all retired to their own rooms to go to sleep.

The next morning, Ellie got up earlier than normal and made breakfast for herself and Isabelle, knowing her sister had to catch an early flight back to San Francisco.

When Isabelle arrived in the kitchen, the sisters ate quickly and then said goodbye when the Uber Isabelle had ordered got to the house.

Ellie was in the kitchen cleaning when Chris came in about thirty minutes later.

"Isabelle get off ok?" he asked her.

"Yup." Ellie nodded with a sad smile. "Is it weird that I already miss her?"

"Nah, you guys are obviously close," Chris stated. "I miss Scott when he isn't around."

"It's because you love me," Scott announced as he came into the room. "Do I smell bacon?"

"Isabelle and I ate it," Ellie replied. "But you're welcome to make yourself some. There is more in the fridge."

Scott frowned as he looked at the fridge. "I think I'll just stop at Starbucks on my way home," he said. He made his way around the island and gave Ellie a hug. "This weekend was fun. I love your sister."

"I'm pretty sure she loves you, too," Ellie said with a laugh as she hugged him back. "Thanks for helping me celebrate my birthday."

"Just think of how epic we could have made it if you hadn't waited until last weekend to tell us," Scott stated as they ended their hug. "Ok, I need to go home, do some laundry and then learn my lines for tomorrow. See you kids later."

A couple minutes later, they felt the house rattle as Scott slammed the door closed as he left.

Ellie shook her head while Chris rolled his eyes.

"Speaking of your birthday," Chris said, a moment later. "I haven't gotten you anything, what do you want?"

Ellie froze in the process of cleaning the counter and turned to look at him. "Chris, you don't have to buy me anything for my birthday," she said. "You and your mom have done more for me in the last six months than I can thank you guys for."

"That doesn't mean you don't deserve a birthday present," Chris countered. "Everyone deserves birthday presents."

"You're not going to drop this are you?" Ellie sighed.

"Nope," Chris replied. "And I'm sure you've learned by now that I can be pretty stubborn."

"Fine," Ellie said. "For my birthday, I'd like you to consider allowing me to get a dog."

"You want a dog?" Chris asked, surprised.

"Yeah, it's a bit lonely here when I'm by myself," Ellie replied. "This house is really big when you're alone."

"It is," Chris said with a nod. "Alright, I'll give you one better. Not only will I give you permission to get a dog, but we'll go look for one today!"

"Wait, what?" Ellie looked at Chris in surprise. "Look for a dog today?" He nodded. "Are you sure, though? I don't need one today, just before you head back east or to film."

As the word 'east' left her mouth, her mind instantly went to Chris's late dog. "Chris, are you sure you're ready for this?" she asked.

"I'm sure, Ellie," Chris stated. "Besides, I'm not ready to have another dog, but that's the beauty of the dog being yours. I get to play with it and hang out with it, but you're the one that has to scoop the poop out of the backyard."

Ellie shook her head and laughed.

"So, are you game for going to look for a dog?" Chris asked.

"Sure, why not," Ellie replied. "I don't have anything else to do today."

"Awesome!" Chris exclaimed. "Ok, I'm going to go upstairs and grab some shoes and then I'll be ready to go."

"Sounds good," Ellie replied.

Chris tossed her a smile and then raced out of the room, sliding across the hardwood floor in his socks.

Seconds later there was a thud in hallway and he called out, "I'm good."

Ellie shook her head and made her way out to the guest house to grab her purse.

An hour later, Chris pulled into the parking lot of a no kill shelter he had volunteered at over the years. Leading Ellie inside, he was greeted by name by the owner of the establishment who personally volunteered to take them around the place.

The owner took a few minutes to get an idea of the type of dog Ellie was looking for. Then she took Ellie and Chris out to meet a few dogs that she thought best matched what Ellie was looking for.

The first couple dogs the owner introduced them to didn't do anything for Ellie or Chris. They were both sweet dogs, but the first one didn't like loud noises and the second one was timid around Chris.

As they were making their way to the next dog, Ellie spotted a brown and white bulldog peeking at them through a "doggie window" in one of the doggie playrooms. Kneeling down, she smiled at the dog and the dog smiled back with its tongue hanging to the side.

"Can we meet that one?" Chris asked the owner.

"Absolutely," the owner replied. She let them into the playroom and the bulldog raced over to them.

Kneeling down, Ellie let the dog smell her hand and the dog melted into her. Giggling, she looked up at Chris. "What do you think?" she asked.

Chris knelt down next to her and the bulldog shifted its eyes to him. It studied Chris for a moment before coming over to investigate him. It sniffed his hand and then tilted its head to the side to get a scratch from Chris.

"I think this is the one," Chris said.

"Well then, let me officially introduce you to Daisy, she is an English Bulldog," the owner said with a smile.

"Daisy like Daisy Duck," Chris said with a smile. "Perfect."

"Absolutely perfect," Ellie agreed. "We'll take her." Turning her attention to Daisy she asked, "Do you want to come home with us, Daisy girl?"

Daisy gave a happy bark and gave her a tongue out smile.

Episode 5.5

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soulhacktress · 5 years

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Okay so this is my Dan-Story and how I personally relate to it.

I am lucky I am a girl because wlw relationships are viewed differently in society, I would not say inherently “better” because of the fcking fetishization but still. So, I did not have to listen to all that stuff being thrown at me like an insult luckily - at least not in like, grade school. Back then just my sometimes difficult relationship with gender was established by being called a boy by accident and stuff like that and it was the start of not really being able to differentiate between platonic and romantic feelings and of compulsive heterosexuality. I always was a fucking weird kid and I can’t deny that but I wasn’t being called a lesbian as an insult for it - thank god. But the sense that something was really wrong with liking girls as a girl just creeped in later, mainly middle school, but also before. Once, I was staring across a girl who was way more developed than my eleven year old me back then, she was much taller with much bigger boobs, not AT her or anything, just at a place I wanted to put my bag at and she was like mockingly “are you looking at my boobs??” and I was exasperated and quickly explained that no, no, I just wanted to put my stuff down back there. She answered with “Oh, good. Thought already, we had a lesbian in class, haha”. Not to be mean, people who say that stuff rarely have bad intentions and don’t know what kind of impact they can have on a person. But it stayed in my memory so fucking long - because I thought about it, every detail of it. How embarrassing that was. How she could have even thought that. How degradingly she said the word lesbian - was being a lesbian that bad? Could it be that I was a lesbian - no, no, no, that for sure not. I could not be a lesbian, because I was in (comp het) love with my boy best friend from grade school because everybody always said that and so they must have been correct. I pushed this memory away from me - or thought so because clearly it is STILL etched to my mind to this very day. Back then I really did not take this seriously and lesbian was an abstract thing that EXISTED but it was nothing that could happen to ME - until my very best friend, my platonic Phil, the person that accepted me when nobody else seemed to finished a letter to me with a certain sentence. We wrote letters to each other over the internet when we were gone for a few days (we live really close and were together basically all the time and it was barely managable when one was away) and she wrote in one of them that she was just reading “Dracula” and I shouldn’t be surprised when she would call me (the slightly different german version of) “love” or “dearest” in these letters because in the book the women would call each other that all the time but she added, “but don’t worry, I am not in love with you. I am staying loyal to Damon, Ash, Nate and the other boys”. Which left me...confused. It was a possibility AS A NORMAL GIRL LIKE US to be in love with another normal girl? And she was not in love with me - was I in love with her? In retrospect, I still don’t know, to be honest, if I was in love with her. I can poorly differentiate between romantic and platonic feelings, as I said and we are very close but I can for sure say that today I am not in love with her - if I ever was. But nevertheless, I was confused. As fuck. This was the first time I doubted my sexuality because before I had been in a comfortable comp het unreachable pining friendship love but suddenly I thought about it - how would I have interpreted the relationship differently if she had been a boy? Wasn’t it exactly what everybody said love was? Missing the other person when they aren’t around, wanting to spend every minute together, feeling understood, talking about everything, planning the future together - no doubt if this had been an f/m friendship I would not have hesitated to tell my diary HELLO I AM VERY IN LOVE but could that be? Or have I never really been in love all along? I decided that that was it and that I never had been in love, ever and liked neither boys nor girls. I could not like girls AND boys if I had to like girls for it because as I further learned, that was BAD. My closest friend in school said in middle school sometimes something along the lines “gays are so cool i love gays but lesbians...I just think they are a bit disgusting and I can’t stand it and I would never be a lesbian and I think they shouldn’t kiss in public how about you?” and dumbass me did not really know what to answer so I just awkwardly went along. We talked about this later, way later because we are still friends but this was something I had still in my head and broke down when some other stuff happened because it was a really big thing to me and she did not even remember but I remembered it very well and it became one of the main reasons I developed The Guilt TM. I felt guilty for being turned on by women when I was like thirteen and just got in touch with the internet. This whole thing, these years - twelve to fourteen - was a big trip about sexuality and internet and depression and feeling down and like a weirdo and being an outcast without even being out. It’s getting late and maybe I will continue for more tomorrow but for now I just want to bring up that I started to masturbate to f/f fics and then felt disgusted and guilty as fuck about it and for masturbating in general and tried to turn me straight violently by only reading f/m fanfictions and using this for masturbation only. To this day I still sometimes catch myself in these patterns. My story about bisexuality is a long one and one I never told anybody about because I know... I know there are things that I still have not processed yet but Dans video helped me so much to think about it all and I wanted to tell at least a little part of it. In retrospect it all fits together, like I lived a coming of age book which plot I was to stupid to foresee but here we are and I’m not finished yet.

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