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seraphicloves · 10 months ago

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𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

⊱✿⊰ summary: rumors spread fast at Hogwarts, Harry should know this by now.

. ⊱✿⊰ warnings: very suggestive, you sit on Harry's lap and he gets a boner, kissing, uhh everybody thinks you guys had aex but you didn't, typical teenage hormones, you guys are friends who have crushes on each other, post-confessions??, mcgonny might be ooc sryyy bad jokes

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is way more suggestive than i usually write but yeah. don't ask why i came up with this..i just did and i am kinda embarrassed but im already here

harry was sure he was going to explode. he had you, his very best friend, sitting on his lap and kissing his neck. he had not been prepared to know what to do when the prettiest girl he had ever seen was also into him.

he didn't know how to respond or how to reciprocate that he really, really, wanted what was happening. the best he could do was hold your hips, squeezing them as you sucked on a particularly senstive spot. he couldn't help the way heat started to pool in his stomach, blood rushing down to his-

"harry," you giggled, snapping him out of his embarrassing train of thoughts, "didn't know you were that excited."

"shut up, [name]," he grumbled, feeling his face warm exponentially. he pulled your closer, pressing his lips to yours, smirking into the kiss when the sweet little gasp you made reached his ears. harry was sure he would never get enough of the taste of your lips, sweet and soft like the chapstick you always loved to wear.

if he was anywhere near his right mind he might consider the fact, you and him were making out in the middle of the common room. but it was late at night, everybody was surely snoozing and harry couldn't control himself. he wanted-no he needed to feel more of you.

a groan got strangled in his throat as you wiggled your body, rubbing your body against his and sending electronic volts all throughout him. he should really tell you to stop...but fuck if it didn't feel good. (hey, the chosen one needs some fun in his life too!)

he leaned in to kiss you again, only to be met by your loud screech and you flinging yourself off of his lap like he had suddenly caught a highly contagious disease. a quick look at his pants would expose his highly embarrassing situation so he quickly grabbed a throw pillow and shoved it on his lap.

"professor!" you said, and he quickly snapped his head towards where professor mcgonagall was staring horrifed at you both.

"both of you! bed! now! acting so indecently in such a public place? i expected better than you, potter." she chided, pointing a finger towards the stairs. obediently you and harry hurried up there, harry being quick to hopefully hide his.. condition.

"practically have sexual intercourse!" she muttered, shaking her head. you and harry practically ran up the suddenly very long staira, hurrying to your respective dorms in hopes you could hide from the embarrassment. turning you gave harry a quick wave before shutting the girls dorm door. at the very least everybody should be asleep so nobody would be aware of this incident.

❀ ❀ ❀

the whispers started almost immediately after you stepped into the great hall. young and old students bored their eyes into you as you marched to your usual seat with harry, hermione, ron and the rest of your makeshift friend group.

ron immediately snickers, and hermione swats him with an eyeroll. your face was already warm with embarrassment, even more so now that your friends were aware of the whole...thing.

"i cannot believe you had sex with harry and didn't tell me!" hermione hissed, looking at you with a slightly betrayed look. she was your best friend, well beside harry (and harry was...more now.) but she was your girl best friend. which made it easier to talk to her about certain things.

"we didn't?" you said, clearly confused...you thought the rumors would at least be accurate if they were to be spread. but that was too much to ask for a bunch of teenagers hungry for drama. you turned to harry and added, "why do they think we had sex?"

harry blushed, probably remembering what happened the night before. then he said, "i'm pretty sure someone was awake last night and heard professor mention that we were 'practically having sex'"

he mumbled the last bit and you giggled, amused at his shyness about this whole topic. although you weren't faring much better, the thought of doing that with harry was enough to make your body implode.

"but are you guys like dating now..?" ron asked, paying half attention to you guys and half to the food in front of him. it was delicious so you couldn't really blame him.

you glanced at harry and he glanced at you, a small smile peeking out as you nodded slightly. his goregous green eyes lit up with excitement, the silent confirmation all he needed to know the truth. harry fucking potter was your boyfriend now.

"yeah, she's my girlfriend now." he said, before he turned around. you followed his gaze and saw draco malfoy staring daggers at him, his pale face red with utter fury. he looked like a swollen tomato.

you smirked, gaining some confidence and leaning towards harry. you pressed your lips to his, hands pressed into his chest. you only felt egged on by the hoots and hollers of the other students.

"well that certainly didn't help the rumors." harry said, fixing his glasses with a flustered look on his face. you giggled and hugged him.

"we'll let them believe what they want to believe. who knows, maybe they'll learn about the other times i've seen you naked." you giggled, laughing even more at harry's horrifed gasp.

"hey! you said you wouldn't bring that up!" harry whined, blushing even more as ron and hermione laughed along with you.

rumors were bad, but with your family and your friends..and your new boyfriend. it wasn't so bad.

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i-cant-sing · 2 years ago

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PLS PLS WRITE THE PLATONIC YANDERE MIGUEL OHARA FIC IM BEGGINF 🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️WE NEED MORE PLATONIC FICS OF THIS MAN

(Thank you for reading this and have a great day!!)

I definitely see dad Miguel treating reader like a child, no matter what age you are. You could be a strong, independent woman, and to Miguel... you're a baby🥺 Everytime you get frustrated when he tells you no, or doesn't allow you to do what you want, he thinks you look absolutely adorable, your brows furrowed and your nostrils flared, and Miguel just has to just lean down to your level and you think that he's gonna offer you an explanation and in his mind, he does, but all he really says is-

"I know what's best for you, mija."

And if you dare to say "you're not my dad!", he won't say anything because yeah, you're right, but he will stare at you intimidatingly until you either take your words back or change the topic.

I think Miguel is not someone who talks much (but he still expects you to converse with him regularly) and so when he doesn't wanna argue with you, he may or may not shoot a web to seal your lips shut, just so that you give him enough time to explain (which again he doesnt), but he does use this time to tell you that you're grounded and then again, uses his strength against you to pick you up like a little bratty kitten and drop you back to your room.

I also think that Miguel definitely sees you as this helpless creature that would absolutely DIE without him. It doesn't matter if you're a spider-person like him, no. To him, you're just a frail kitten that needs papa Miguel's help to shelter her from the pouring rain and bubble wrap you and cuddle you and just- protect you from this all too harsh world.

And you could be trying to break free from his grasp, going of about how he didnt need you to pull you from your universe, how you had your life under control and what not, and Miguel would just sigh and shake his head and mutter "Teenagers🙄" EVEN IF YOU'RE AN ADULT.

Miguel isnt someone who talks about his feelings, definitely not at first, he just bottles everything up until the lid pops off and someone else has to face his fury. BUT that doesn't he doesn't expect you to talk about yours. He's super observant so the moment he notices the slightest change in your mood, or the way you breathe, oh he's bugging you to tell him whats wrong. I mean he's breathing down your neck, which as you already know isnt great because he is the only person you're allowed to talk to (minus Peter B Parker and Mayday), and eventually, he may even tie you upside down with his web to make you talk. And he's just nodding and offering up solutions/therapeutic advices (not really, they're just compromises) while you're getting blood rush from hanging off the ceiling for so long.

Also going back to the "you're not my dad!" thing, I think if you say it enough times, it does start to hurt him and eventually he reaches a breaking point where he does end up getting mad and bares his teeth at you as he yells "I AM, NOW! AND IF YOU DON'T START LISTENING TO ME MIJA, YOU WILL REGRET IT! NOW, MARCH OFF TO YOUR ROOM!" And sure, you get spooked enough to run off, but not before you yell like a very cliche, angsty teen "I hate you!" and you slam your door close before he could scold you again. He still comes right up to your door, probably to ground you even more, but he doesnt have the heart to open the door when he hears your sobs. Damn, now you just broke his heart. So, Miguel leaves, deciding its best that you two get some space to cool off.

Now I see Miguel as the type of dad who doesnt really apologise (mostly because he doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong) but instead offers a parley or a white flag of sorts in the form of food (like some cut up fruits and veggies, or even your fav takeout) and sure, his heart is still heavy with guilt, even more so when he sees your swollen red eyes indicating how you've been crying for days, so he clears his throat, maybe shifts in his seat a little and asks about your day or something random, heartbreak intensifying 100X when you refuse to talk to him, making him resort to something thats... uncomfortable for you both.

A hug.

I mean this has to be the most awkward hug in history, because Miguel just swoops you up and places you in his lap, pulling you to his chest and telling you that he's not letting go until you talk. STILL NOT APOLOGISING, I mean there is a greater likelihood that you may end up apologising to him but Miguel sure as hell isnt saying the word "sorry" (unless you're dead, specifically if u die in his arms hehe).

#yandere miguel x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere atsv #yandere x reader #platonic miguel #miguel x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #spiderman atsv #platonic yanderes #platonic

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phoenixblaze1412 · 1 year ago

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Im obsessed with jealous Dottore scenarios...

Can u write a oneshot where Krupp starts trying to flirt with Reader (who is just looking at him with a blank expression like "huh") and then Webttore sees it and gets so angy... staring daggers into Krupp and plotting his death as he SPEEDWALKS OVER THERE to deal with him...

PLS..... im insanr... - 🐓

Very well!^^

You were only doing your tasks in the laboratory until your co-worker Krupp started talking to you.

"How about you and I have dinner after work?"

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are? They are simply stunning!"

You could only stare at the man with a confused expression. You don't know if Krupp is currently drunk or have drank something terrible that caused him to act like this. Nonetheless, you ignored your fellow scientist and continued with the task Dottore has assigned for you. But alas, Krupp just won't stop leaving you alone until he gets your approval to go on a date with him, to which you kept declining.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Dottore was watching the whole thing unfold in front of him. Him glaring daggers behind his assistant's back, a frown evident on his face as Krupp kept complimenting you and your talents. He would've just let the man be if he was flirting with other people but you? Oh, no, no, no. That made his blood boil. Finally at his limits, he set down the equipments he was holding and marched his way towards you and that incompetent Krupp.

You let out a huff as you tried to hide yourself among the various test tubes and beakers just to avoid your annoying co-worker. To be honest, you'd rather be alone in a room with Lord Dottore himself than be in the same presence with Krupp. How the man keeps yapping just makes you want to rip off that ugly moustache of his. Luckily for you, your savior walked over in all his menacing glory.

"So, the offer still stands. I'd like to take you out on a date--"

Before Krupp could even finish his sentence, he was immediately grabbed by the shoulder and forced to turn and face his own boss.

"Instead of taking her out, how about you get back to work, Krupp. Your gibberish nonsense is not needed here in the workplace. If I ever see you talking to her again, I will hang you by the throat, gut out your insides and leave you in the dungeons to rot among the rats. So do kindly leave her alone. Got that?"

Oh, if only you could see how frightened Krupp was after Dottore had threatened him. How Dottore gave him his most malicious grin that already shows how he will not hesitate to kill him on the spot.

"Y-yes sir!-"

The Doctor simply threw Krupp to the side before glaring down at him. Krupp immediately got up to his feet before running off to do his tasks, never to speak to you again. You could only smile in relief now that there's no annoying co-worker forcing you to go have dinner with.

"What's with that smile, hm?"

"It's nothing, Lord Dottore. Thank you for making Krupp leave me alone. He doesn't know that I'm already taken, it seems."

"Tsk. I'll come up with something that will make everyone know you belong to me then. Now enough of that smiling already. Get back to work."

"Will do, Lord Dottore."

You watched as the harbinger sauntered off before going back to your tasks. Oh, how you find it adorable when your partner becomes so aggressive towards any person that tries to ask you out.

What you didn't see was how Dottore was already fuming red after seeing you smile at him. He's annoyed at himself for easily melting at a simple smile that you give before quickly shaking his head and walking back to his station to finish his work.

Making a mental note to himself to make sure to mark you with hickeys and love bites later on once he has you all to himself alone in the privacy of the bedroom...

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #il dottore #female reader #gender neutral reader #il dottore x reader

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traversety · 3 months ago

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mona getting sick of waiting on gala to actually do anything (this is going to take multiple posts)

hi @gala-xyzz isnt writing so im gonna slowly work my way through my favorite bit of her sky au which i am totally normal and not sick in the head about. its almost 1am someone stop me.

this is the first bit bc i cant keep going rn ;-;

They found Mayhem standing at Eden's gate. He was staring deep into the rich red light the inner depths of the gate cast outwards, so still and motionless that he seemed dead or frozen.

Zumi tugged on his cape. "Mayhem? Why are you standing and staring into that big creepy light?"

Like a freshly wound music-box, Mayhem snapped to life, jolting and stepping back so quickly that he crashed into Zumi and knocked her over. "Oh, shit, sorry, uh. Wow. Fuck, didn't realize you guys were here already."

"Well," Vega snapped, "it's one in the morning, and you said you wanted to talk. So talk. If Lyra somehow wakes up and realizes I've left the house after I just got back—"

"—She's going to lock you up in your room like a damsel in distress, I know." Mayhem let out a spiteful chuckle and rolled his eyes before continuing. "Look, Ringer and I didn't tell you guys about this, we really, really didn't want to, but I've been thinking about it since we came back home. And Ringer thinks we should tell you."

The girls turned around to look at Ringer, who was hovering shyly near Sesha. Even beneath his mask, there was a visible flush on his face. "Um… Mayhem and I… we… oh, how do I-"

"JUST TELL US!" Zumi screeched.

A sigh. "Once Mayhem and I were done making our report to the Elders about Ismyth, we were about to head home and… well, Ismyth came. Physically."

A heavy mist of silence graced the air in the moments after that announcement. Zumi started to scream again, but Sesha quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. "Zumi, shut it, you're going to wake the entire village-"

"He WHAT." Vega's tone was furious. "I thought he said he couldn't get into the Vault physically! I thought he could only present himself physically in the Wasteland!"

Ringer sighed again. "It only gets worse from there. He congratulated us for completing a pilgrimage, and then said that if wanted to make the final push, make it a real pilgrimage, he'd…" Ringer seemed to be choking on his words like they were poisoned.

Mayhem cut in and finished for him. "He said if we went to the Storm he'd tell us every fucking secret he's held back from us. Who he is, what's his deal, all the shit. Everything."

Sesha, still keeping a tight rein on Zumi, said, "We're not going. Absolutely not. Not a single one of us is going there. We just can't! Are you crazy?! No! Vega's core is too fragile, Zumi's too young, and besides, we're all still on official lockdown! Even if I wanted to go, we couldn't because of these two!"

Zumi looked ready to have Mister Cuddles chop Sesha's hand off at a single kick. Although, there was already a fair amount of kicking, so the crab probably wouldn't get the signal. Hopefully. Maybe.

"Look," Mayhem said, grabbing his staff off his back and gesturing towards Eden, "I don't like going in there anymore since my accident, you all know that, but I am ready to march in there all by myself for no other reason besides finding that fucking prick and beating the light from his core for my own enjoyment, lockdown or no lockdown. We might as well get some answers out of it, okay? And Ringer can get his first pilgrimage properly finished! It's a win on every side! I get to claw Ismyth to bits, we finally get the answers we've wanted, and Ringer gets to finish the pilgrimage! I saw we go, and we go now."

Vega gripped Mayhem's shoulder. "You're crazy. I'm going to die if I go in there. That's what the physicians all told me. We can't go in there."

Zumi finally broke free of Sesha's grasp. "I agree with Mayhem!"

Ringer's face broke out into a panic. "Zumi, we're under orders from the Elders to stay here and you can't-"

"I DON'T CARE! I AM SICK OF BEING TOLD NO AND I WANT ANSWERS!"

Before anyone could even try to stop her, Zumi dashed through Eden's gate.

"I change my mind," Vega said. "We can't just let her go by herself."

*****

#mona: text file #mona wrote some words #my writing #skyblr #sky children of the light #sky prince of eden #THERE WILL BE MORE. STAY TUNED.

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stickyspeckledlight · 3 months ago

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HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO THIS BLOG (and oooo follower appreciation event too and giveaway/raffle; below in the read me bc I'm gonna force y'all to deal with my sappy sappy words first <3)

(don't bully me my art is shit)

Like. Wow. I can't believe this blog is ALREADY ONE YEAR OLD (well, 1 year and one day old, tho technically it's even older since it's just a reblog ACC converted into my writing blog---but I'VE ONLY BEEN WRITING FOR IT FOR A YEAR AND ONE DAY, SO THERE), and how many ppl have gathered here

But seriously, I can't believe how many people actually enjoy my fun lil drabbles (wdym 30k is a drabble---) like fr ppl tysm for enjoying the shit i cook like *blushes* I'm so happy we can all be fucked up freaks together UwU. others may look at us an think we're pineapple pizza, but they're ignorant. in reality they are the pineapple pizza. and yes anon who keeps sending me pineapple pizzas to my house (fabricated) i will come for you, I'm just very busy baking pineapple pizzas to stuff you with when your time comes. the grim reaper thinks it's a bit excessive, but i don't, so that means i am a perfectly reasonable and sane person.

I'd been wanting to write yandere fic for awhile, but never really did anything until last year on the good ol' march 23rd when aventurine made me simp so hard that i finally wrote yan fics. and since then tbh its a bit silly to say but life kinda feels a lot better knowing that I've a community to share these lil drabbles (stop calling them drabbles oml) with, yknow. its the small things <3

seriously, im so awed at how many cool ppl I've met since starting this blog. from the anon who sent me pineapple pizza, the anon who sent me banger comments abt destroyed onset, the anons who give me cardiac arrest, the anon who asked me how my corpse was doing, and literally every single anon who plays along with my bullshit (anon who sent sunday outfit ask I promise I'm getting to answer it but ngl everytime i try to i just end up cuddling into my own blankets thinking about how cozy sunday's outfit is---look if i read abt cozy things then i gravitate towards cozy things ok)---tysm for giving me a giggle! all of your comments and the things you send into my inbox are the absolute highlights of my day.

So, to show my appreciation, instead of working on Destroyed Onset 4 and 5, i will instead be doing.

COMMISSION RAFFLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (3/24/25 - 3/28/25)

it's quite simple. just follow my blog (new followers are welcomed ofc) and reblog this post, preferably with something stupid so i can laugh at it and maybe make a meme out of it. in fact you know what if you do then I'll double draw you into the raffle. see. I've given y'all an incentive now. REBLOG WITH STUPID SHIT IF YOU WANT TO BE ENTERED TWICE INTO THE RAFFLE. IS THIS FAIR? IS THIS JUST? IDK BUT IT SEEMS FUNNY SO IMA DO IT LMAO. what are you going to do, stop me? ha, puny mortal. there is no stopping me now. because I'm having a good time, having a good ti---

once you're entered into the raffle, i'll draw some names and reward the following:

ONE person gets a full-length fic (somewhere between ~2-5k words)

ONE person get a shortfic (so up to ~1-2k words)

TWO people get a drabble (~200 - 500 words)

(but tbh knowing me all of these might end up way longer then i intend them to be---we'll see lmao)

This will run from TODAY, March 24th, to FRIDAY March 28th. One Friday passes, the names will be locked in and I'll DM the winners to discuss commission details.

As for requesting/commission rules, they're on my main page under 'Other Stuff' (alongside the tag guide). But since these are commissions, I'll add that I'm perfectly willing to write OC or Self-Inserts. I will not write non-yan fics though, just because tbh I have a really hard time writing pure fluff; like, it's not that i can't write fluff, but after a bit it's hard to resist the urge to insert something that's at least A LITTLE dark or angsty, lmao. But also just cuz this is a yandere blog, I'd like to keep my writing focused on yandere

Note: Commissions will be private, unless the commissioner gives me permission to post

With that, thank you!

Oh, and for the people who end up getting the above prizes, I might give y'all some participation memes. Just like. Compensary. You don't get fic but you get a lame semi-mass produced speckled meme

#speckled blabbers #speckled one year anniversary #speckled events #ignore how i haven't fulfilled some of the interaciton prompts yet lmao----

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graciegoeskrazy · 7 months ago

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You know I got you

(Ross Macdonald + Teen!Daughter!r)

warnings: r throws up, Ross bein the best

A/n: I was liking to write fluff as an apology but I’m it’s actually kind of just hurt/comfort now that I think of it so….thats my b. Also this was requested in like march im so sorry um

It was supposed to be a normal show, and for the most part, it was. The boys had been onstage for a while, sounding as good as ever, their energy electric as they moved through the setlist. The crowd was alive, a sea of movement and sound. You’d normally be part of that energy too, jumping around the side of the stage with a friend, a guitar tech, or whoever happened to be there. Tonight, though, was different, and Ross noticed almost immediately.

You weren’t your usual self—your movements slower, your laughter absent. At one point, during the lull between songs, you clutched your stomach suddenly, a sharp intake of breath giving away your discomfort. You were near the front of the side walkway, in perfect view of your dad for most of the show, so there was no hiding it. While he switched out his bass, Ross’s eyes darted to you, his expression shifting from the joy of performing to a flicker of concern as he caught the subtle change in your mood and the distant look in your eyes.

From the stage, he mouthed, “You alright?” His eyebrows knit together in worry as he noticed the way you held yourself tighter, your focus clearly elsewhere, struggling to steady your breathing. You forced a quick smile, nodding too hastily in response, hoping to ease his concern. But Ross wasn’t convinced. His gaze lingered, searching your face for any sign of reassurance. When the next song started, he nodded hesitantly and turned back to the crowd, though the unease in his chest remained.

You held out as long as you could, but as the song continued, the discomfort became too much. Without a word, you slipped backstage, your only thought being to find the nearest bathroom before you lost control of yourself completely.

Onstage, Ross’s hands moved instinctively over his bass, but his mind was no longer in the music. It took everything in him not to drop his instrument and follow you, every fiber of his being screaming to check on you. His eyes darted toward Gabbriette, silently pleading for her help. He didn’t need to say a word—she was already moving, weaving her way through the side stage to chase after you. Ross watched her disappear after you, a pang of helplessness settling in his chest as he forced himself to keep playing.

When Gabbriette found you in the backstage bathroom, you were already crumpled on the floor, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you hunched over the toilet seat. The sound of the door opening barely registered over the ringing in your ears, but the warmth of her presence immediately filled the small, sterile space. Without hesitation, she knelt beside you, gently sweeping your hair out of your face and securing it with one hand as she used the other to rub slow, soothing circles on your back.

“Shh,” she murmured softly, her voice low and calm, an anchor in your spiraling panic. “It’s alright, you’re okay. What happened?”

You shook your head, swallowing thickly, the words caught somewhere in your tightening chest. Finally, you managed to whisper, “I don’t know. I just started feeling bad all of a sudden.”

Her hand didn’t falter, the steady motion of her palm a quiet comfort against the storm brewing inside you. “Okay, okay,” she said gently, her tone as steady as her movements. “It’s alright. The show’s almost over. Your dad will be here soon.” Her reassurance was soft but firm, grounding you even as the unease continued to ripple through your body.

Gabby kept the door propped open as she stood in between the bathroom and the hallway, trying to keep a protective eye on you while also waiting for Ross to walk down the hallways from the stage. Only a few minutes had passed, but they felt like hours. You could hear the crowd get louder and louder and eventually heard the familiar tune of the last song.

Ross, Adam, and Matty were all on the B-stage for the last song. Ross didn’t waste anytime when he played the very last notes. Immediately climbing down the side ladder before handing his bass to one of the boys, and running down the side walkway as fast as he could. Ignoring every single fan is his reach, he ran backstage, eager to find you.

Gabby called his name as soon as she saw him. “In here.”

He silently thanked her as he passed her and walked into the restroom.

You didn’t look up, too tired to move, but you knew it was him. His footsteps were familiar to you, comforting in some sense, although it did nothing to relieve the aching feeling running its course through your body.

His heart broke at the sight of you, knees curled up to your chest and body sweating almost as much as him, but you didn’t just complete a two and a half hour concert. “Oh, darling. What have we got here?” He asked gently, kneeling down to meet you.

“I don’t feel good.” You said simply

“I know, sweetheart. I know. I’m gonna get you back to the hotel right now, okay?” You nodded with all the energy you had left as he cradled your face.

“Can you tell me what hurts my love?”

You slowly moved to adjust yourself, the cold floor not being the most comfortable place right now. “My head hurts a lot. My stomach too…I don’t know, everything just feels very achy.”

He nodded, trying to hold it together but in reality he was in pain too every time he saw you in pain. “Okay, Alright. I’m gonna go get your things. Want to stay here for the moment?” You nodded softly. “Alright. I’ll be right back, my love.”

…

The ride from the arena to the hotel felt like an eternity, each passing minute stretching as your discomfort grew worse. By the time you stepped into your dad’s bedroom, every symptom had reached a ten. You didn’t bother with decorum, collapsing face-first onto his bed with a muffled groan. Relief felt like a distant concept, and the lack of medication or even a temperature check only made it worse.

“Not so fast, my girl,” your dad said, his voice cutting through your haze of exhaustion.

“Whyyyy?” you whined, refusing to lift your head from the pillow.

“First off, you’re still in your clothes—which, might I add, have hints of puke on them. Secondly, that’s my bed. Have you forgotten that your room is next door? I just came in here to grab you some medicine.”

You shifted slightly but didn’t make any move to leave. “But I don’t wanna be there by myself,” you murmured, your voice soft and pleading. “Please, Dad. Just this one time? I don’t feel good.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to say no. He wanted to remind you that you’d said “just this one time” last week when you crawled into his bed at three in the morning, claiming you could hear George’s snoring through the wall. But the memory of his bandmates’ voices rang in his head, their teasing reminders to *enjoy it while it lasts.* He looked at you, curled up in his blanket, pale and pitiful, and he knew he couldn’t say no.

“Fine,” he relented with a small sigh, “but you still gotta shower.”

“That’s gonna take too long,” you grumbled, burrowing further into the bed. “I just want to rest.”

“You’ll feel better after a cool shower, my love,” he coaxed gently. “Then, I promise, you can come right back here and lay down.”

You hesitated, your stubbornness clashing with the trust in his voice, before finally nodding. “Okay.”

“I’ll go get it running for you,” he said, already moving toward the bathroom. “Just wait here for a second.”

Moments later, he returned, gesturing toward the bathroom. “It’s all ready, go ‘head.”

Dragging yourself up, you trudged into the bathroom, expecting the usual sterile setup. Instead, you found the shower set to the exact temperature you always preferred, the steam curling softly against the mirror. Your shower products, still tucked away in your suitcase, were carefully laid out on the counter, alongside a fresh towel and your favorite set of pajamas. Seeing everything he’d prepared sparked a small, warm smile to your lips, a flicker of gratitude breaking through the fog of your discomfort.

The cool water worked wonders, easing the aches in your body and clearing your head. You could now admit your dad was right. By the time you stepped out and changed into the cozy pajamas he’d picked out, you felt a little lighter, a little more human. Padding back into the bedroom, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling absently on his phone. He looked up as you approached, his expression softening.

“Dad?” you murmured as you crawled back into the bed beside him.

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

He smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “Always, my love.”

#ross macdonald x daughter!reader #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #love dad ross #ross macdonald

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atsucry · 11 months ago

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Take a Break

synopsis: Hange is a little too immersed in their study of titans.

Hange Zoë x gn!reader

my only warning is that this might be a little ooc

tags: no smut, fluff

You and Hange have been doing well in your relationship, but lately, they've been cooped up either in their office or in a tent near the captured Titans—Sawney and Bean, as Hange calls them. They loomed over their desk all day, surrounded by scattered papers filled with doodles and writings. You worry that they'll stress themselves to death if they keep going like this—not that you disapprove of their passion or projects, far from it.

Determined to bring Hange back to reality, you march toward the camp with a lamp in hand, your hood pulled over your head. It's already past seven, and they haven't retreated yet—too focused on their research to even remember to do so.

As you approach, there were two massive marquees made especially for the Titans. Their groans rumble from within, they sleep like any other creature. You continue on to find Hange. It’s obvious where they were; a singular tent has light spilling out, and you can hear their fast murmuring from within.

Pulling back the entrance to face them, but their back is turned to you. Their hair tousled, likely from pulling and tugging at it out of frustration—that’s your best guess.

Hange jerks their head toward you, surprised, though their face also holds a sorry look. They turn fully to face you.

"Ah—Hi!—Hey…" Hange starts.

"...I apologize, but…I really can't leave this alone—"

"There’s always tomorrow," you say, knowing that convincing someone like Hange won’t be an easy task. "Come rest for the night."

"Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. Plus—" the scientist turned back to their work, "It's not that this research is being forced on me, this is my passion and I choose to spend sleepless nights to understand these creatures." Hange beckons you to have a closer look at their discoveries on paper.

You close the curtain behind you, giving the conversation a bit more privacy.

You step a little closer before speaking out,

"Even the most passionate people let their projects rest. That spark isn't going anywhere, you understand this, yes?"

"Of course I do but—"

"That drive you have will eventually lead to your doom someday. And then who else would be suitable to fill in your role if you did? Let it rest."

They seemed to mull over your words for a bit. Hopefully, this will knock their brain back into place—without all the parts littered around in that skull of theirs. Leaning back into their desk, they prop themselves on their elbows and sigh in defeat. Taking a seat, and massaging the bridge of their nose.

The usually eccentric and intense squad leader stood in front of you, in the calmest state you've seen them in. Maybe not the calmest but the quietest.

"I'm sorry…if I worried you there." your partner spoke up, looking you in the eye as they said this. "But if that's what you want…I can't exactly refuse anything from you either." they said giving a lighthearted chuckle at the end.

"...So, will you?"

"It wouldn't kill me to take a break once in a while! Let's go."

They'd gone back to their energetic persona, pulling up their hood and grabbing the nearby handheld lamp, turning off the previous desk lamp to drown the area in darkness after keeping all of their things in one box.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth, glad that you'd have been able to persuade them into setting everything down.

Before retreating back to the barracks, Hange had to say goodnight to their titans, of course.

"Goodnight, Sawney, bean!"

You gave a warm smile, facing you, hange did the same.

"Titans really are incredible, aren't they?"

Note: Gusy this is my first fanfic im so scared. This is obviously not proofread so...

RAHHGGAHH writing romance feels new to me idk idk how to portray romantic feelings all that well so im jst experimenting for now...

#hange zoë #hange zoe x reader #hanji zoë #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #A little ooc omg

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freshbakedbreadstick · 2 years ago

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Five

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Jerimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: The past seems to repeat itself and this awful memory seems to provide some much needed context to your actions.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of death, funerals, toxic relationships, grief, angst, strained relationships, minor injuries, arguments/yelling matches, details of anxiety/panic attacks, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues, running away, addiction, interventions. This is literally just pure angst again im so sorry (not really (: ).

Word Count: 5k (sorry, she is a long one!)

A/N: I wrote this while procrastinating packing to move into my dorm LOLLL i move in a few days but im too anxious to even start packing <3 anyways this one is another heavy one and a long one too, so fun ! I hope you all enjoy because she was surprisngly difficult to write and edit bc my imposter syndrome and chronic perfectionism is out to get me ! ! Have a slay n gay day ily all !

Taglist: @marysucks-blog @shinebright2000 @jadeittic

MASTERLIST

It was a cold and cloudy day in March, fitting for a funeral. There was snow on each corner of the sidewalk, partially melted, but the cold air that made your lips burn when you stepped outside threatened more snowfall to come.

Today marked two weeks since you got the phone call that changed your entire life.

It was only two weeks after Mikey was found dead on the State Street Bridge and they already got him ready to be put into the ground.

You stared out the window, silent, and watched the life that occurred outside. A man helped his son get out of their car, both in matching hats and scarves, a teen with a backpack passed by with their friends, laughing and jumping, a tree swayed, leaves still gone.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you ready?”

You didn’t respond.

Your father placed his hand onto your shoulder, “Are you ready?”

You sighed, letting your breath fog up the cold window pane in front of you.

Most days, you sat on the only wooden dining chair that was saved from your and Mikey's apartment and looked outside the window. You noticed things you normally took for granted, like the view of snowfall during sunset and the way the trees swayed when a gust of wind blew.

Finally, you stood up, feeling your dad's hand slip off your shoulder. You didn't bother to smooth out your black dress, letting the wrinkles set in the fabric. Meanwhile, the stockings you wore under pinched you as you moved, but you didn’t care enough to adjust them either.

"Yea…” you responded at last, voice thick and scratchy.

Your parents mumbled quietly to each other as they locked the door, stealing not so subtle glances over to you as you stood in the middle of the path down the front door, looking at the now empty street.

Everyone around you just seemed to keep on asking you the same question: "Are you ready to…" but you didn't know. You didn't know if you were ready to face death. But you did know that you felt no panic, sadness, guilt, fear, anger, happiness, or… anything really.

‘I guess it’s better to feel nothing than something,’ you thought to yourself.

“Let’s get in the car now, okay?”

You looked over to your mom, who approached you and gently grabbed your forearm, starting to lead you to your parents’ car. But you dug your heels into the ground making your mom jump as she suddenly jerked back.

“I want… I want to drive myself.”

Your mother looked at you, eyes pleading. She then glanced at your dad, who softened and sighed.

“Sweetie, i don’t think that is a good idea-”

“Please… i just… I need some time alone before I go in…”

Your parents shared a glance before your mom slowly loosened her grip on your arm. You slowly began to walk away from her, pulling your arm out of her grip.

“We’ll follow you,” your dad said, voice steady but still anxious.

You nodded and headed towards your car. The thought of being alone terrified you in general since the news of Mikey broke, but having a small moment alone in the car sounded heavenly after not being left physically alone, at all, for the past two weeks. You didn’t sleep alone, eat alone, or even shower alone; someone was always there either right next to you or right outside the door. While it was nice to have people around you during this time, you started feeling suffocated and pitied rather than supported.

The drive was silent. You didn’t bother to turn on the radio or take off your thick coat or even play any of the cds Mikey had burned for you as teenagers like you normally did. Nothing was normal anymore anyways, so why bother?

But regardless, the silence was, in some way, comforting. It granted you the smallest bit of breathing space you knew you needed before you would face death itself.

After parking outside the funeral home, you sat in your seat. The car was off and it was silent as you sat there, not feeling particularly anything, just sort of numb. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you would be okay. It didn’t hurt anymore, just felt numb, and that seemed like progress to you.

A knock outside your window made you jump and turn around. You expected to see your mom or your dad waiting for you, but was surprised to see Richie instead.

You cleared your throat and rolled your shoulder back, holding your head up high like you normally did, before you got out.

As you started to step out, you smiled at him, “Well don’t you look fine as a peach.”

Richie smiled softly for a brief second before it fell back down into a frown that made the wrinkles around his mouth deepen. He looked unwell, with heavy bags and a gaunt face, making him appear sick.

While you analyzed him, he did the same for you. He scanned your face and body, seeing the way you continued to be the person he knew you as, even during a time in which nothing made sense anymore for anyone. Your shoulders were square and your head was high, making you look less like a grieving girlfriend and more like a CEO. This made him shiver.

But regardless, he held his hand out for you to take, helping you up and out of your car. As you locked your car, he began to talk.

“Drove here alone?” he said, voice gravelly.

“Yea… I needed to be alone.”

He nodded silently. He then took your hand, still in his own, and wrapped it around his arm. He led you to the sidewalk, toward the funeral home, steps slow and purposeful.

“Everyone is here but you… you don’t have to talk to anyone, okay? If anyone bothers you, come to me.”

You chuckled dryly, “Thanks, but don't worry about me. I know this is hard for you too.”

Before he could retaliate to your words, you cleared your throat and walked a little faster.

You watched as your parents, who were up ahead of you, greeted Natalie and Pete. You saw the way they moved inside after speaking to her, as if stuck in mud, around the sister of the man you loved.

They both briefly turned back to look at you, eyes watering and drooping, before anxiously disappearing into the awaiting crowd of family members.

You paused, making Richie also pause beside you, turning to look at you. He saw the way your eyes scanned up the bricks of the building and then back down to the wilted ferns in pots next to the front doors. Your eyes, for a brief second, filled with tears, making him open his mouth before shutting it upon seeing you blink them away.

You cleared your throat and began to move again, seemingly fine, until your heels began dragging on the pavement. So Richie silently moved his arm up to support you and looked away, staring off to the side. He didn't want you to see the way his eyes had started to tear up as he saw through your facade.

Natalie had focused her gaze on you just after your parents left, face in a permanent concerned frown that made her look more like a mother than anything else, before nodding softly to you, “Hi sweetie… are you ready?”

Were you ready?

“I just…” you began, mouth drying up the second you began to talk.

Natalie nodded at you anxiously, reaching over to take your hand in her own. The calluses she had from years of cleaning up after everyone rubbed soothingly into your own hand.

You shrugged, “...I just feel numb.”

Beside her, Pete winced. Natalie shot him a small glare before softening up as she turned back to you, “It’s okay, you're free to stay out here if you need some space, okay? Whatever it is that you need, let us know and we can help…”

Wordlessly, you rubbed your thumb into her hand and turned to look inside the hallway. A couple family members had already spotted you, their once staring gazes averting themselves from your frame as they noticed you caught them watching. Hushed voices that whispered to one another died down to either silence or near silent whispers as they stole glances at you and Richie walking inside.

You turned and gave Natalie a small smile, "Don't worry about me, are you doing ok-"

"Oh, there you are!!!!" A voice interrupted you, exclaiming loudly.

You reeled around to the noise and made eye contact with Donna, who was pushing through the crowd and rushing forward to you. Fast.

Your eyes widened.

Too fast.

Her body was a blur as she approached you.

Like a bullet.

In an instant, that moment of breathing space you had in the car disappeared and all that numbness flew out the window, being replaced by intense panic.

The room started to spin, making your eyes widen as she stood in front of you, speaking what seemed to be gibberish.

"Shit," Richie mumbled, but his voice was invisible to you.

All you saw was Donna, hair wild and clothes wrinkled. Her hands moved wildly as she talked, voice so loud in your ears that it felt like your eardrums would pop.

"Mom!" Natalie yelped beside you, finally taking you out of the trance you were in by pushing her body in between you and Donna.

Donna gasped, speaking hushed but angrily at Natalie, "Natalie, what are you doing? Don't you see I'm trying to talk to her- What do you mean I'm overwhelming her?! She's fine, if she had a problem, she would tell me, isn't that right?"

You saw her peek over Natalie's shoulder, eyes searing a hole into your face, "Right?"

Your throat tightened.

"Donna, how about we go ahead and sit so the services can start, okay?" Your mother had rushed over and behind Donna, putting her hands on the erratic woman’s shoulders before steering her away from you.

Your mom cast you a concerned glance as she redirected Donna away from you, letting her blabber on and on to her about the decor being different and the beautiful flowers they got set up for the service.

But all you did was stare back, breaths staggered and eyes focusing back only to see all eyes on you.

Natalie let out a shuddered wheeze, taking the initiative to redirect everyone watching into the room where the services would be taking place. Slowly, their eyes turned away.

"You ok?" Richie's voice seemed to finally register in your brain.

You whipped your head to him, "Uhm yea… are you?"

In front of him, he saw the way you rearranged your body language back to its "normal state". Your shoulders rolled back again and your head was held high. But this time, your face was blank and did nothing to show emotion.

Richie nods, "Let’s just, uh, wait until everyone goes in, ok?"

You took a shallow breath and blinked your eyes, adjusting to the dim, warm lighting of the building. The entire place felt warm from the artificial fireplace on the left wall, facade made of rich brown oak. The furniture matched in wood, feeling dated but comforting, like a grandmother's house. It made the panic in your body slowly melt away, being replaced by the numb feeling again.

You looked at the yellowish-orange patterned wallpaper and brown wood trimming on the walls and snickered to yourself, catching Richie's attention.

"This place looks like a small, hole in the wall restaurant that's maintained by a family. Mikey loves this kind of family style decor…"

Richie squeezed his eyes shut, "Yea… he does."

You watched as everyone filed into the next room, recognizing familiar faces like Fak, cousin Michelle, and Uncle Jimmy. You continued to scan the crowd, not seeing the way Natalie nodded towards Richie, signaling him to take you inside with everyone.

You let yourself be guided behind the crowd, watching everyone who knew Mikey sit down in the chairs that were set up. Donna was sitting in the front next to your parents, still talking. Beside her were empty seats. There was one, two, three, four, and five; one for you, Richie, Natalie, Pete, and Carmy.

Carmy.

You paused.

"Where's Carmy?"

Richie stopped moving and grimaced.

Next to you, Natalie linked your free arm into her own, "He uh… he might come by later."

"Did he ever respond to any of you? I sent him a photo of the service paper but he never responded to me."

"Uh…" Richie was seemingly at a loss for words.

Natalie sighed and looked at Richie before responding, "He didn't to me either. Didn't pick up any of my calls."

The panic started up again, slowly swirling deep in your belly, making you suddenly start to speak at the speed of light, "What? Why? Who wouldn't come to their brother's funeral?"

Natalie gulped, voice shaking as she tried redirecting you, "Hey sweetie, how about we go inside and then wait and see if he comes-"

"I mean, everyone tried to get in contact with him so it's not like none of us didn't try."

"Yea, your right, but maybe he is running late and was busy-"

"If he was running late he would've let us know, i know he would."

The panic made your breathing pick up, making you lightheaded as you took in gulps of stuffy, warm air. It was perfumed like flowers and mothballs, making you cough lightly.

Michelle, who was seated towards the entrance of the room, turned to you, as did a couple others, as your voice started to increase in volume. It was unbeknownst to you that you began to speak louder and louder, loud enough that people around you could overhear.

Richie said your name, stern but still worried, "Hey, take a breath and lower your volume."

"What do you mean? I'm fine?"

Natalie just shook her head, "This was a mistake, we shouldn't have forced her to come."

You jerked your head to her, "Natalie, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to come."

Her shoulders sagged, "If this is too much for you, you are free to go-"

"Please, I'm fine!" You responded, speech getting faster and faster, "You don't have to worry about me like you're my mom."

"I know I know, but I worry about you regardless, you're my best friend!"

"Natalie, I'm okay I swear-"

Richie whisper-yelled at you two, "Let's take this back out, neither of you are okay right now."

"Richie I swear I'm fine, I just want to see my dead boyfriend in his casket!" You whisper-yelled back as you stomped a foot down.

At this point, others had begun turning to look at you. Natalie flushed, noticing the stares while Richie groaned softly, taking your arm and dragging you away from the entrance and to the front door.

"Your obviously not okay, just stand here and take some fucking breaths." Richie whispered, voice stern.

You blinked, letting yourself get pulled like a ragdoll. You stumbled as you leaned into the doorway, feeling shame set in your body.

That was a new feeling.

"I'm… i'm…" you began, blinking wildly as your face flushed and your chest tightened.

"Listen, I know this is hard but don't force yourself to do this for any one of us, okay? You can sit out here and none of us will blame you or be upset. We all have our own ways of grieving and if staying away is yours, then do it. You don't need our acceptance in order to grieve in your own way."

The tangent Richie went on felt so out of character for him that it made you go silent as you watched him enunciate every word. Natalie trailed behind him, holding onto her body with wide eyes as she too listened to his speech, both moved and confused.

With a choked breath, you responded, "Okay, I'm sorry."

Richie's tensed shoulders and furrowed brows softened. He saw the way you looked down and away from him, body drooping. For a split second, he saw through the demeanor you had been putting on since you got out of the car and saw who you really were: the grieving love of Mikey's life, terrified of what life was going to be like moving forward without him.

Natalie reached over and rubbed your arm, before turning to Richie, "It's starting, you can go in if you would like…"

Richie nodded grimly, looking at the floor for a brief second before reaching forward, taking your cheeks into his hand and giving your hairline a small peck.

"You're not alone with this… we are here."

You looked at him, a cross of confusion and relief written all over your face, making him hold back a laugh when he noticed it. Upon hearing his laugh mixed with a cough, you chuckled softly to yourself. Natalie was the only one not laughing, but still had a small smile on her face as she watched you two.

“God this is so weird, are you a wise old man now or something?” You joked, gently pushing Richie’s shoulder.

Richie snorted and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah it’s nothing, just something i learned… don’t think it’s gonna be this way all the time!”

The three of you smiled at one another, right up until Fak interrupted the sweet moment.

“Hey guys… uh, the service is starting…”

Richie rocked his jaw, the smile he had disappearing from his face. He turned to Fak, annoyed already by him interrupting, “Listen man-”

Natalie loudly cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes at Richie for a second as a warning, making him trip up on his words.

Richie coughed again and looked away, mumbling to himself about how annoying Fak was. Natalie just rolled her eyes and turned to Fak, smiling sweetly at him.

“Thank you, we’ll join you in a sec.”

You watched them all interact with one another, some of the closest people in Mikey’s life that ended up becoming some of the closest people in your own life, but in this moment they felt so far away, emotionally and physically. The random moment of peace between you, Natalie, and Richie was fleeting and reality brought you back down to the present moment, reminding you where you were and why you were here.

Just seconds ago it felt like a regular everyday moment where the three of you talked, waiting for Mikey to turn around the corner or come in from another room and join you, smirking like he always did. He would wrap his muscular arm around you, pulling you into his side and start to joke around with Richie. He would tap Natalie on her shoulder, acknowledging her, and bring Fak over with a laugh, joining all of you together with ease. Any annoyance and discomfort would just disappear around Mikey; he just knew what to say and what to do to bring everyone, even those with differences, together.

But that would never happen again.

Mikey was dead and that would never happen again.

He would never hold you, pressing his body warmth against you, he would never kiss you, gently guiding your face with his large hand, and he would never love you, ever again.

Your body seemed to finally catch up with the cocktail of emotions you have been feeling for the past weeks and settled on one to focus on: panic.

It crawled up your throat, squeezing it in a way that made you feel as if any second now, you would be on the floor, clawing at the rug as you struggled to breathe. But you knew that as long as you didn’t let it overwhelm you, convince it that everything was ok, you would be fine.

So you were going to do anything you needed to do to not let it overwhelm you again.

“Uh, you two head in, okay? I need a second alone.” you said, making them turn to you.

With a clearing of your throat, you perked up, smiling, as if nothing that had just occurred even happened. Natalie looked at you, taken somewhat aback and concerned, but didn’t push further. Richie was the same, confused but didn’t want to say or do anything that would make you break down.

“You sure you don’t want any of us here, we are more than happy to-” Natalie began, but you interrupted her by gently moving a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I’m okay, I'll join you in a second. Thank you both for being here with me.” you then brought them both into a gentle embrace, speaking clearly.

Natalie and Richie exchanged a worried glance behind your back, both struggling to put on a smile to face you when they pulled back.

Richie began to move to the room where the service had started, “Let us know if you need anything. Text us or call us or just say our name and we will be there.”

You nodded and shooed them playfully off, leaving yourself standing against the doorway. The doors of the room where service had started closed behind them with a dull thud, leaving you truly alone in the entryway of the funeral home.

Your shoulders and smile dropped, eyes glazing over as you did so. With your heart continuing to race in your chest, you had no choice but to start pacing back and forth. The panic was starting to become too much to control so you tried your hardest to count your breathing, desperate to get it back into control.

“Fuck…” you whimpered to yourself, feeling tears start to well in your eyes.

You furrowed your brows and bit your lip, hard. You didn’t want anyone to see you cry, you didn’t want to be pitied.

Suddenly, the doors opened wide, making you gasp and jump back, cold hands reaching to wipe any tears before you turned to see who was exiting.

Donna came stumbling out, shushing someone inside, before closing the doors behind her. She sniffed loudly, pushing away her hair from her face right as she locked eyes with you.

She frowned, continuing to stare at you as she walked forward to where you stood with red rimmed eyes and untouched makeup. She then moved to rifle through her purse, digging for something.

You watched her silently, feeling your bottom lip quiver as she swayed back and forth.

You continued to watch as she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, placing the cigarette between her red painted lips and lighting it aflame. With a deep drag and smoke sigh, she finally turned away from you.

She looked outside, staring at the gray clouds and half melted snow. It was getting colder and colder as the evening progressed, making her breaths of smoke even smokier as she breathed out.

You turned, deciding that it was better to go inside than stand awkwardly around the mother of your boyfriend, whom you didn’t have the greatest relationship with. But right as you took a step, Donna called your name.

You glanced back at her, seeing her stumbling away from you but holding an unlit cigarette out. You were frozen to the spot, unsure whether or not to grab it and join her or go inside. But she seemed to answer that for you when she spoke up.

“Come on, I know you smoke. I’ve seen you and Carmy sneak out to smoke together sometimes during family dinners.”

You winced, feeling your cheeks heat up at having your behavior noticed by the one person you didn’t want to know, but moved forward to accept it regardless.

As you placed the cigarette on your lips, she reached forward and lit it for you. The deep drag you took filled your lungs, making the chilly air from outside feel much more bearable.

The two of you just stood there, side by side and silent, together, smoking.

You burned about halfway through your cigarette before Donna spoke up, making your heart stop at her words.

“You know… my son died, so I don't know why you are acting like you're the only one who is hurting.”

She threw the stub of her cigarette on the ground and stomped it with her shiny patent leather heel. With arms crossed, she looked at you and, with a low voice, she continued, “Everyone is just flocking to you and when no one gives you attention, you just make a scene and get them all back to you.”

Your entire body went cold.

“My poor Natalie is dealing with the death of her brother and all you do is make her wait hand and foot for you.”

Upon hearing this, all the fear in your body melted away and was replaced with burning hot anger. You knew her words were bullshit, but hearing her talk about Natalie like that, knowing how she treats her, made you clench your jaw.

In a surge of bravery, you retaliated, “Donna, how can you say that?”

She scoffed, “Please, stop acting like you are an angel who has done nothing wrong. You don’t have Mikey or anyone else here to protect you.”

Your mouth drops silently open letting the cig fall from your lips and to the ground, snuffing itself. You scanned her face with your fists balling against your side, seeing nothing but a smug look on her face as she ridiculed you.

With a sharp breath, you began, “You have never treated Natalie like a daughter. You're the one who made her the maid of your family. She practically raised Carmy and does everything for everyone. You made her act like an adult ever since she was a kid and, like everyone else, I had kept quiet about it for so many years just so we wouldn’t upset you. But I'm tired of it, this is the last straw.”

Donna rolled her eyes, “Oh puh-lease-”

But you interrupted her and continued, “So don’t act like you are suddenly concerned with how she is being treated, you never cared when you yelled at her over every little thing, so don’t start now.”

Donna looked at you, dropping her arms and glaring, “I bust my ass constantly for my children, I don't need someone like YOU pretending like you know everything-.”

“Donna, I've been around you since I was in elementary school. I grew up with your kids and around you. I know EXACTLY how you are.”

She clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing.

But you didn’t stand down, not anymore, “None of your children are saints, but they try so fucking hard to be the best they can be given they had you as a mother. But it’s not like you would ever see that, huh?”

“All Mikey ever did was stress out, because of you! He tried to self medicate with pills and drugs and got addicted, because of you!” Donna suddenly screeched, quickly trying to divert the blame onto you.

You laughed out loud, “I’ve seen him do a couple things once or twice but Mikey was not an addict!”

Donna cackled, shaking her head furiously, “He was!! Ask Richie! Ask anyone! He was an addict, all because of you!!!”

You stepped back, eyebrows furrowing, taken aback at her words. Sure, Mikey was a bit erratic and loud, but that was his personality. He was just that type of person. And yes, he had tried a couple things before and even told you about his experience with them, but he never once did them around you or even mentioned doing them multiple times. He had vices, like smoking and having some drinks, but he wasn’t an addict.

Before you can further question, the doors were pushed open and Richie came rushing out, “What is going on?!”

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped when you heard Donna sob.

You flipped your head around to look at her but were greeted by a sight that made all that panic come barreling toward you again, replacing the anger. Donna was curled into herself, clutching onto her arms, with fat tears rolling down her face. Her sobs shook her body so violently that Richie rushed over and wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

"What happened!?" Richie repeated, voice softer this time but just as worried as before.

He looked at you with wide eyes as Donna sobbed, barely speaking through her gasps, "I tried to be the best mother for my children. I don't need you blaming me for my mistakes on the day of my son's funeral."

As you watched her speak, your veins filled with ice. Only one phrase repeated in your head over and over as Richie looked between the two of you with wide eyes, ‘You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave.You fucked up, you need to leave…’

Richie called your name, making you look at him, "What happened?"

Nothing came from your mouth but a strangled wheeze. You were frozen to the spot, pinned there by Donna's crying and Richie's stare.

You fucked up, you needed to leave.

Behind you, the door swung open again and your parents came rushing out with Natalie in tow. A couple peering eyes tried to look out from their seats inside, but the door closed on them before they could put together what was happening.

"Mom!?" Natalie gasped out, rushing forward to Donna.

Richie repeated what he said before, but you didn't hear his words. The only thing you could focus on was the way his eyes looked while staring at you, like you were a stranger.

Donna continued to speak, saying something that was drowned out from your ears, replaced by silence and the deep throb of your heart beat.

Right before your Mom could reach out to grab your arm, you spoke, "I need to leave, I need some time."

You pulled the car keys from your jacket pocket and ran.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagine #michael berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto imagine #mikey the bear #richie berzatto imagine #richie the bear #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #sugar berzatto #natalie berzatto

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nottheweirdest · 4 months ago

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i just reread clean slate for the 3rd time, and i send my deepest sincerest apologies if you’ve already answered this before i swear im Not trying to be that person, but i was wondering when the sequel will come out? >~< this story has such a chokehold on me it’s insane and i cannot wait to see where it goes!!!!!

thank you for creating your art and being kind enough to share it with us i am obsessed with your fanfics <3

The third time omg that's amazing 🥺💗 You probably know it as well as me!

You're totally fine, you're asking in a really respectful way and I don't mind answering 💖 So I have the sequel fully outlined and I have started the actual writing. My problem with this fic is it's HEAVY and complicated. So I'm also rereading Clean Slate and jotting down notes so that I don't forget anything. I don't want to miss one of the breadcrumbs I purposefully left in the 1st book AND I'm also continuing to set up for the third and final. Believe it or not, I already started setting up for the third book in the 1st lol.

So yeah, right now I'm working on Masks because it's lighter content and my little peanut brain hasn't had the bandwidth to work on something as deep and dark as Fractured Reflections is going to be. I'm debating taking a week off work in March, maybe longer idk, I'm fortunate I have the banked time I can use, and if I dooooooo then I hope to get a good start on it. I often only have time to write if I use PTO 😂Life be crazy!

All that is to say, after waaaay too much information lol, best guess is this summer. Maybe June. Certainly knowing that there are people who are invested and excited helps fuel the fires so thank you for that!! 💙🖤

#anon ask #Clean Slate #your hype makes me so happy!#💖💖#Clean Slate Trilogy #Fractured Reflections

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alienaiver · 2 months ago

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motivation-im doing enough-reminder-list

moods been bleak in my camp so im making a list of things ive accomplished in 2025 to remind myself!!!! and remember that even if i had Not done anything, id still be doing well bcos im still here

in january i was in a podcast talking about my autistic pda

in february i had 12 (!!!) hospital and doctors appointments i got through, ON TOP OF a full-weekend convention where i wore a different cosplay per day AND made my nephews cosplay from scratch

in march i started my new job as an autism educator for my local goverment in the social benefit section to teach them how to help autistic citizens/stop being ableist to said citizens when theyre applying for benefits or jobs

in april i held another successful lecture about autistic pda

from november last year and still til now ive been the PR manager of a local anime convention, on top of the photographer, editor and part of the committee that decides and plans our monthly events

all while doing those things ^ i was in the trenches of both winter and spring depression and also found out today that im double anemic (have only been medicated for one) AND am physically disabled with pain days and brain fog and days with a walker or a cane or entire days spent in bed, barely able to hold my phone!! thats so amazing!!

ive been doing all this with a sense of dread and survival and NUMEROUS pda triggers. ive barely been myself and my arfid eating disorder is hitting a breaking point. ive learned a lot about myself and my limits (especially for my pda limits!!) and will step down from my job asap and reapply for early disability retirement. i originally got denied the retirement because i hadnt "tried having a job" since i was younger, so they wanted me to try again before i could apply. my boss says we have enough documentation now though, that we could definitely apply again and he+my caseworker believes itll be approved.

my new workplace is amazing though and if i get approved for the retirement i will be allowed to work on volunteer basis, and we've already talked about how i would be able to step in sometimes during the times i had the energy and opportunity and help them with any of their important work teaching government offices and the likes about how to not be dickheads to autistic ppl.

this was a reassuring post to make actually. i feel so much better!!! i think the main reason ive been feeling like i havent done stuff definitely has to do with the fact that i havent been able to do stuff that i wanna do!

i havent written, painted, sewn (besides cosplay for specific con) or seen my friends in any capacities that makes me happy. ive been playing video games sure (dont look at my hour count in bg3) but its been that zombie-like gaming where i havent even ENJOYED it like i usually do. im not emotionally invested when i play rn, i just distract myself from all my heavy emotions :((((((( BUT it will soon be better i hope!!!!!

ill get my two shinsou fics out in the world for you LHDAWKJDHKSAJ YES THAT IS MY MAIN CONCERN. i think im getting some type of ulcer from how much ive THOUGHT about him but not written LDJSLFHDSHFUISHSGHESIOG

i also have my writing project to get to! ill be writing about my childhood as an inuk growing up in the country that colonized mine and what it made of me. im so excited for that! we're just starting that now, so that doesnt count on the accomplishments (yet) hehehe!!!!!

#if you read all of this i love you. if you skimmed it i love you. if you just scrolled and read this tag i still love you hihihi #im already in a so much better mood than before #i know itll be okay i know but its felt very little like. it would ever be fine again. ive felt so goddamn isolated in all of this and caug #t in that whirlpool of negativity from all the bad stuff and havent been able to see the good sides at all #but its looking up!!!!!!!!!!#nohr.txt

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Rooster and his Songbird: Part Two the Concert

a/n: Heyy i’m back i’m so sorry that i went literally MIA i have been so sick and have been sleeping more than literally anything im planing on writing more going forward what would you like to see after this chapter?

first part - here

Summary: Jake tries to assert dominance over Bradley, but you may already like Bradley and notice him as much as he does you. But what happens when he's invited to your work playground and meets your enemies?

The next day, Bradley was dead tired; so tired, in fact, in the morning, he had to make himself two coffees, one as he woke up as usual and one to keep him going at work. He didn't even go through with his morning workout and run, simply opting for a little warm-up in his living room.

Every second of sleep lost was worth it, though, with him staying until close at the Hard Deck, bickering back and forth with Jake, and making you laugh; that was probably the best part, making you laugh watching as you’d hide your face cause your laugh was higher toned, and your cheeks would turn a bright red. Still, the best part was how your eyes squinted like you were staring directly into the sun. Bradley kept going even despite the angry quips Jake spit his way.

When Bradley arrived at the base, he saw the parking lot was starting to get full. He quickly parked and got out, heading into the base and up through the hallways to the pre-flight room he had changed before coming to base just in the event he was running behind, and today, to Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw's standards, he was behind. When he entered the room, bag in hand, Phoenix turned to look back at him; she had an empty seat to her right. To her left was Bob, and then Fanboy on his other side in the front.

As Bradley stepped to the seat Phoenix had left open for him, he heard Hangman’s voice low and deadly and felt him check his shoulder, saying, “ Oh, no, you don’t, Bradshaw; step out in the hall now.” Bradley smirked towards the rest of his squad, who had now turned to watch the interaction happen as Jake nearly marched out of the room.

Bradley slowly sets his bag down and turns to walk into the hall, making his face neutral; he knows what’s coming, but he’s not going to tell him anything. Bradley can see you like him, but he’s not going to push it, not with a brother like yours, but if you come to him, then who would he be to break your heart? By the look he gives Bradley the second they come face to face in the hallway, he sees that he, too, knows eventually he’ll have no say.

Before Jake says anything, Bradley says, “I told you last night we were clear I didn’t do anything, so why exactly is it you’ve dragged me out here?” Jake is flexing his fists by his sides while taking a breath. “Don’t play dumb with me, Bradshaw; we’ve been on two deployments together now, and we both know how you are around women, especially ones you want-“Jake stops momentarily. Bradley opens his mouth and says that, once again, he didn’t seek you the whole night; he may have shared looks with you innocently and made you laugh here and there, but is making a human connection a crime now?

Before he can say anything, Jake puts his hand up like a mother shushing a child before he says, “I don’t care to hear any of your reasons, nor do I particularly want you anywhere near her anymore, but you made a good impression on her, and even past my oh so gracious better judgment she wanted me to tell you-“

Jake seems to shiver at what he has to say, which makes a devilish grin grow on Bradley’s face. “She wanted me to say you did an excellent job at the piano; maybe play for the band next weekend if you want? But I already told her you can’t, and you can't get it. I know you like her, Bradshaw; it was disturbingly evident on Friday, but she is the only little sister I’ve got and the baby of the Seresin family; she is not some prize to win and then be forgotten about a few weeks later we both know men like us who love the chase, are not made for girls like my sister I will not let you chase after her like some prize rabbit from the rodeo so drop it now, or I swear to all that is good and holy on this earth I will make every day you see my face a painfully brutal experience for you and to all those around you. Head my warning, Bradshaw, stay away from (F/N). I mean it.”

Ending the conversation before it started, Jake had his back to him already walking back in the room, Rooster following not too far behind and finally picking up his bag and taking his seat with a smile still plastered across his smitten face. Phoenix leaned over, asking, “Are you going to tell me, come on? I’ve been dying to know why he’s so pissed? We all see your googling eyes, but you haven’t made any moves, so what’s up?”

Bradley shakes his head, saying, “Nothing to tell, just Hangman being Hangman.” he says lowly; he could tell Phoenix more now, but how he thinks about you is just for him. He hopes to tell you that when you look at him in the eyes, he sees a fantasy of different things that are never real but feel natural when you look back.

Eventually, all conversations and thoughts are put on the back seat the second Maverick enters the room, everyone hunkering into their seats to review post and pre-flight plans. Bradley sits back in his chair, getting comfortable to listen, eyes wandering the room till they stop on Jake, who's side-eyeing him from the front with fire behind his eyes and a smile across Bradley's face.

As the week went by without any mishaps or Jake breathing down Bradley's neck to try and pry for information, and since meeting you, it feels like Jake won't let Bradley be near you in any sense, even while speaking about you.

By Wednesday, the whole Dagger Squad was talking about an event at the local elementary school; as he walked up to his lunch table where all the whispering was happening, he set his tray between Bob and Phoenix, looking at them quizzically back and forth.

At the same time, he sits down, leaning between the faces that have nearly met in the middle of the table. “Why are we whispering?” Phoenix's face immediately lights up, seeing Bradley. “Roo, did you hear about going to Boots and Buckles Friday? Also, are you going to Paxton tonight?”

Bradley looks back and forth between Bob and Phoenix, frowning as they both look back at him. “What, guys? I just sat down and have been up in the air just like you, so no, I have no idea what's happening Friday, and why would I have any reason to go to Paxton Elementary today?” as he was talking, Bradley started digging into the turkey sandwiches they had prepared for the afternoon.

Although Bradley nearly choked on his food, hearing the quiet voice of Bob rise momentarily to say, “(F/N’s holding a fundraising event for her school tonight. Have you checked your phone? Jake has blasted to everyone he knows on base. It's called We Sing for Heroes. She is the music teacher at the public Elementary school near the base.”

Bradley, by this point, is downing his water, trying to cool down and wash down the food he nearly choked on, pulling his phone from his pocket as his eyes slowly flit back and forth between an almost cowering but laughing Bob and Phoenix, who's smirking right at Bradley, not even letting up. She can see right through and around him about you and the Jake situation.

Finally, when Bradley brings his phone up above his eye level, he looks through his phone to find no text messages, then turns his phone to the two others waiting for his response, sets his water down, and clears his throat. “Jake made it clear he doesn't want me around her. I'm not going, but..” Bradley immediately sets the phone on the table and looks up at Phoenix. “now that I know, will you stop by the house? I'll give you some cash to you for the fundraiser.”

Phoenix looks at him and then at Bob and shakes her head; not much is said in the next few minutes. “Well, you can still come Friday 'cause I'm inviting you, and I'll fight Jake myself if he's got a problem. Plus, it's a public bar, and bands are playing, and it will be fun. I'll need a dance partner anyway.”

“Boots and Buckles, huh? That's the one down Monroe Avenue, Right?” Bradley's mind is turning, trying to decide whether showing up will cause more drama with Jake than usual.

Then, like a flash all at once, Bradley can see you standing on the Hard Deck stage, hair bouncing from side to side, smiling wide as your gentle voice carries over the mesmerized crowd. The last thing flashing past is the glint in your eyes and smirk when you see him talking to Jake, immediately saying, “Okay, 7 pm sounds like an ideal time?” the whole table, looking back and forth to each other, smirking.

Later in the evening, at around 5, Bradley is sitting on his couch in a pair of sweats and an old academy shirt; he'd just popped open a beer when he heard banging at his front door, which had to be no one other than Phoneix he runs into the kitchen grabbing a pen envelope and wallet before heading to the door that she's still banging like the swat team on “I'm coming to Nat chill your shit.”

When Bradley swings the door open, he has the pen in his mouth, eyes trained on writing your name nicely when he hears Phoenix clear her throat. His eyes come up to the pen, dropping to the ground cause standing in front of him was not only Phoenix but Jake leaning on the wall to the right of his door opposite Phoenix. He looks up, meeting eyes with Bradley smirking, and then immediately going cold “Get Dressed, Dumb-ass.”

Hangman was already on his heels back to Bradley and Phoenix, who gave Bradley a cheeky smile until the breath finally seemed to return to Bradley's lungs, and he looked to Phoenix, who stood there still, just smiling, saying, “What?”

Eventually, Phoenix grabbed Bradley by the shoulder, pushing him back into his house, saying, “Hurry and put your flight suit on or something that represents the Squad or Navy in any way.” Bradley slowly walked through his home as he heard Phoenix call, “Also fix your hair. It looks like an explosion happened in your shower, and you've gone mad scientist; it's not your look.”

He quickly paces to his room, looking into the mirror from the spot by the dresser; he opens a drawer and grabs an old navy sweatshirt that belonged to his dad, tugging on a blue long-sleeved pullover, seeing his hair stick all which ways, and quickly running to the ensuite bathroom, wetting his hair to lay primarily flat and wavy like it usually would. After buttoning his jeans and spraying cologne, he grabs the watch that used to be his dad's from the nightstand.

Walking into the living room, he sees Phoenix holding his checkbook and pen, and the beer is gone. The TV turned off the front blinds down. “C’mon, slowpoke, it's starting at 5:30. It's only a few minutes from here, but still, we only have 15 minutes now.” Bradley meets her at the door, grabbing his keys from the hook behind the door.

He was finally taking a breath. “What's going on? Where am I going, and why is Jake here?” she smiles, handing the envelope to Bradley and moving from the threshold so he can lock up, tucking the book in his back pocket. She looks back at Jake's truck parked on the street, who's leaning out the window, glaring right at Bradley.

“Well, I may or may not have said something about how you did not get the invite to (F/N); she was appalled, she said to her brother, and I literally quote, birds of a feather flock together if Bradleys not there, then we're missing a key piece of our flock Jake she also appreciated your unknowing help in an idea of a song for her kids to sing she wants you to see it.”

This makes Bradley smile, and they both jump, hearing Jake yell from his truck. “All this bird watching is getting old. If we don't get out of here, we'll be late.” They make their way down the porch. Bradley turns to Phoenix. “He’ll kill me with his eye if I go with you guys. I'll meet there, plus I need to grab something.”

After stopping at a nearby farmer's market, Bradley pulls the Bronco into the first spot in the back of the school parking lot and rushes in through the doors and down the hall to the gym where their stage is.

When he walks through the doors, he sees you standing in the cutest dress he's ever seen on anyone. It looks vintage, like a 50’s style dress that's Navy with a white stripe going down both sides of your hips and bow tied around your torso, smiling and waving your arms directing as a group of older girls sings.

They were singing Amazing Grace beautifully. He leans on the wall next to the row where Phoenix and the rest of the Dagger Squad sat, sitting in all the seats. The rest of the seats were the children, family, and friends.

When Phoenix notices him leaning on the wall with flowers pointed at the ground, staring at you, he doesn't even see the burning of Jake's eyes into him; Phoenix elbows Hangman in the ribs, sid-eyeing him and pointing her eyes to you. This makes Jake huff and turn back forward.

Bradley is entranced by the smile you have finishing the song and turning to put your arm out and present your choir and bow. At the same time, the crowd claps and cheers for their children. Then your eyes meet, and your smile widens even more. You walk to the microphone and address the families

“Parents and Guardians, Family and Friends of the students, first of all, thank you for supporting our music program tonight. As you know, we are raising money to be able to attend our end-of-year festival. The kids are ecstatic it is taking place in San Diego, but it's at a hotel for the whole weekend, so we still need some adult chaperones for those who have time.”

Suddenly, the most petite little boy standing on the bleachers came running to you and wrapped himself in your leg, tugging the hem of your dress. You look down, slightly startled, kneeling to the boy, letting him tug your face to his ear so he can whisper to you. You giggle and say something to the little boy

“Well, as Sebastian said, may the show go on; we will end our night with a little call out to our musical heroes among the crowd. Thank you for serving our country; nothing could be nobler than what you've chosen to do. We want to thank you guys by showing you a little piece the kids helped me choose for you. So this last piece is for any service members in the crowd.” As you step back and to the side, your kids shout Thank you and wave and have another round of applause from their parents, whistling and shouting, making their kids excited like they are exchanging engines with the crowd.

Your eyes meet Bradley's while this happens, almost as if you were talking directly to him the whole time. He inhales deeply, trying to calm himself as you return, standing in front of the massive group of kids on the risers.

As the music begins, he sees a young man, not much older than you, stepping onto the stage with a trumpet. He smiles and winks at you, and you nod at the pianist he noticed as Noah from the Hard Deck Bradley starts to chuckle, knowing exactly what song you chose after he serenaded you at the Hard Deck last weekend.

You smile as the kids sing, showing them the adorable hand gestures accompanying the song, which he knows as Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. The kids sound small, but by the end of the song, after the fantastic trumpet solo performed by the young man on the trumpet, the whole crowd was clapping, singing, whistling, and calling out to their kids.

When the song finishes, you walk to the side and gesture to the trumpet player, who bows and then to you, whistling and shouting as you take one more bow and gesture to Noah, who waves at the clapping and cheering crowd. Bradley did a whistle for you, which made your head whip his way with a huge smile; you quickly ran to the microphone.

“Friends and Family, please meet all the performers in the main hallway. Thank you so much for coming, and if you still want to donate, our boosters will be at a table in the hall!” Immediately, kids dispersed towards the exits, families slowly getting up and shuffling out of the gymnasium.

Bradley makes his way to the stage when a grip stops him. He knows and knows well, but right as he's turning to Jake, he sees the young man who played the trumpet, stopping you halfway down the stairs by grabbing your elbow. This makes Bradley immediately jerk his arm, which in turn makes both men stare daggers at the man who you seem to try to be pulling away from.

Once the men reach earshot, they hear you saying, “I know I didn't tell you, but that's not my fault, James. He is my family…” That's when he makes eye contact with a very angry-looking Bradley and Jake staring back at him. He lets go, and you turn. “Rooster, you made it.” you came barreling down the stairs and jumping in his arms. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly and hesitantly stepping back.

Bradley holds out the bouquet of wildflowers he had put together at the market, which makes your face light up. “Thank you, Bradley, so much. I have to appear to families, but I'll be back.”

That being said, you reach up on your tiptoes, gently kiss him on his cheek, and scurry through the doors the families had gone. When Bradley looks back to Jake, he glares into the darkness or the wings of the stage, grumbling, “Coward walked right off when we came up. I don't like that guy Bradshaw. I may not like you, but that makes me even worse.”

Bradley shakes his head, looking to see anything as well, then turns to Jake, but he puts his hand up. “Don't I know you're going to try and explain yourself, and please don't. Just don't be an idiot,” he turns, coming chest to chest with Bradley. “Or I will know Bradshaw.”

Before Bradley can say anything, Jake turns and is nearly stomping back towards the Daggers, who are helping to reset the seats with a few teachers and Noah. They are smiling, some guys are flirting with younger teachers there, and Phoenix and Bob are messing around and pushing each other. He starts to make his way toward them when he hears giggling, and a young-sounding girl clears her throat, which makes him immediately turn on his heel toward her.

When he comes face to face with a short blonde girl standing shyly now in front of a group of other girls who are whispering and giggling to each other, he clears his throat, saying, “Hello, young ladies, uh, what may I do for you?” the girl in front of him looks down then finally after one of the girls in the back pipes up saying “just ask him Maxie he's nice!”

Bradley kneels to her eye level, realizing his height on the girls. Having not been around many children, being in the service doesn't give him many opportunities to be around them, but he loves them. When he finally meets eyes with the young girl, he smiles, saying, “What's this question I'm hearing all about?”

She smiles and says, “Can you help us roll the risers off stage? Their heavy. Mr. Nelson left. Miss.S usually has him help us.” Bradley, at this point, lets the little girl grab by the hand to have the group drag him to the stage. He looks behind him to find you finally standing back in the gym, laughing at him with Phoenix. All the little girls bombard him with questions like how tall he is, if he fights in planes with Miss.S’s brother, Why he’s called Rooster.

Then, finally, one little curly red-headed girl makes his feet come to a halt from pushing the risers into the wings when she yells out, “Are you, Miss. S’s boyfriend?” Bradley immediately shakes his head, but a woman clears her throat with a sincere but stern look, saying, “Girls, your parents are waiting.” she points to a group of parents leaning on walls waiting for their students.

The girls rush off, giggling and whispering as Bradley tries to straighten himself out and look less flustered, turning to her smiling face. “You are a real natural, aren’t you?” she says, laughing slightly, looking him up and down, walking towards the piano, and grabbing a binder. “I honestly don’t have a lot of experience with kids. I also wasn’t sure if I was invited tonight.”

When her head whips around, she looks completely shocked. “oh really, I can’t imagine any reason why you wouldn’t be,” she laughs. “so, who did you come for? Did the rest of your team drag you along?” Bradley kindly smiles but stands with his hands in his pockets

By the way, this woman is looking at him. He can tell by how she keeps licking her lips and looking him up and down; he shakes his head. “I came for F/- Miss. Seresin.” The smile on the woman’s face seems to fade immediately as he almost says your name, but she quickly recovers, throwing on the cheesiest smile he’s ever seen.

“Oh, how lovely. So you must be Carter, right?” the girl turns her head to the side in a question that makes Bradley furrow his eyebrows for a moment, looking at her, shaking his head, sticking his hand out, saying, “Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.” At this point, the woman had met Bradley in the middle of the stage, and she grabbed his hand, pulling herself closer to him and smiling, saying in what may be described as a sultry voice, “Missus Lacy Smith.”

After dropping her hand, he steps back from the woman to avoid being nearly chest-to-chest. “I'm here 'cause I fly with Jake.” The woman's head turns to look towards where he pointed to the Dagger Sqaued in a group, laughing to see you standing with your brother's arm around you.

She shakes her head and begins to say, “So, Luetenient Bradshaw, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?” At this point, Bradley can tell she is flirting with the batting of her eyelashes and smiling like the Cheshire cat. He is speechless simply from the pure forwardness and outward distains she's shown so far, tripping over his words before he hears Jake calling from the group, “Rooster, get your lady friend, and let's go. We're meeting at the Hard Deck.”

Bradley's head immediately shoots the group's way to see you standing next to Phoenix, arms linked. The bouquet of wildflowers is gone from your person, meaning you either got rid of them or you hopefully left them in your classroom, which he felt unlikely of now, feeling the presence of earlier moving in closer to grasp his arm and looking up at him “Rooster that's so cute why do they call you that?” he moves back ungrasping her hand from his arm “just my call sign name I have to get going though it's was nice meeting you…” he trails off a moment.

She gave him a small and fake smile, saying, “Lacy, you can just call me Lacy.” With a nod, he said, “Nice to meet you,” he turned on his heels, running down to the group and making his way straight to you and Phoenix. As he makes a beeline for you, Jake goes to stop him, but Nat intercepts, and when he makes it to you, finally after what feels like forever.

You are smiling down at your shoes, and he is finally in front of you when he eventually says, “I loved the music. Your classes are very talented, but everything you do amazes me.” This small endearment makes you chuckle and look up. “I'm glad you enjoyed a lot of the kiddos have dads leaving for deployments soon, so it's a nice way to show we care.”

This makes Bradley smile. “Your student seems to know me.” he immediately notices the blush rise on your cheeks, and you start to pull on the hem of the dress. “I may have mentioned you a few times since I heard you play that Jerry Lewis song with Noah. You're just way better at the piano than I am.”

Before he can say anything else, the whole Dagger squad is near the hallway doors. Phoenix yells back to them, “C’mon, love birds, you can conversate when we have drinks in our hands and music in our ears.” “Let's go, Birdie,” Jake yells, waiting at the door threshold. You hurriedly skip past Bradley right under your brother's arm, and Bradley follows close behind, smile on his face.

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