#gettin the memo (ask)

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x afab!reader. when blitzø sees you stressing over your workload for a certain demanding overlord, the imp decides to help you unwind by fucking the problems out of your "pretty little head".

for the incredibly patient 🎀 anon. 1.8k

featuring: unprotected sex, dom!blitzø, a totally sandwiched-in reference to hazbin hotel, and overstimulation because they're both petty as shit.

“I ever tell you how fucking boring your job is?” Blitzø asks as he flings himself down on the couch beside you, half-finished iced coffee in hand. He kicks his feet out over the arm of the couch, dropping his head onto the cushion beside your thigh. “Woulda thought you gettin’ a paycheck from the biggest pimp in Hell would be at least a little fuckin’ exciting.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes as you rescue one of your folders from under his shoulder. “For the hundredth time, B. I don’t work for Valentino. I work for Vox.”

“Riiiiight…” he nods mockingly. “And he’s….?”

“The Media Overlord.”

“The one with a flat screen for a head, right?”

You don’t bother looking up from your work as you sort through them in search of a memo you were sure you’d just had in your hand. Paper wasn’t as convenient as a tablet, but working old school meant there was no possibility of your boss taking control of it at any given moment because he couldn’t be bothered to email. “That’s the one.”

“Gross.” Blitzø comments idly, swirling his coffee above him so that he can watch the ice cubes rattle together. “D’ya think he has to Windex his face after eating pussy?”

“For the love of God, Blitz!” you complain, and he cackles beside you. You can’t help but snort a laugh after a moment, and his grin widens triumphantly.

Setting his coffee on the table – thankfully missing the pile of papers you have strewn across the surface – he sits up, planting a hand on your thigh and leaning towards you in a way you know he means to be seductive. “Speakin’ of pussy…”

You sigh again, rolling your eyes towards the ceiling for a moment before turning and pressing a quick kiss to his nose. He wrinkles it in response, leans in again in an attempt to catch your lips with his. He frowns when you lean back slightly. “Hey. Get your stupid ass face back over here.”

You smile apologetically. “Honey. As much as I love the ham-fisted attempts at turning me on, I’ve got a tonne of work to do. Vox just announced some bullshit anti-Angel tech we don’t have for the next extermination and now we’ve got to somehow invent it before everyone finds out he’s full of shit.”

Blitzø gives you an exaggerated, mocking pout in response, leaning closer to you once again and lowering his voice to a more intimate, husky cadence. “Want some help?”

You raise a brow, heat flushing your cheeks and blooming low in your stomach as he presses his lips teasingly against the side of your throat. “You got some insight on how to take out exorcists I should… know about?”

Blitzø grins against your throat, and you hiss an inhale as his fangs graze against your pulse point. His hand wanders up over your thigh, and you catch hold of it before he can dip it between your thighs. His palm is burningly warm through the thin fabric of your yoga pants. “Maybe. Wanna fuck me to find out?”

You scoff a laugh, cut off when Blitzø crushes his lips against yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, pushing you back against the arm of the couch. You find yourself kissing him back for a few moments before you pull away, pushing him back with a hand on his chest. “I’ve got work, Blitz.”

“And I’m gonna help,” he coos, his hand sliding up between your thighs again. You whine as his cups your cunt briefly through your clothes before tugging the drawstring undone.

“How exactly?”

“By fucking those thoughts right outta ya pretty little head,” Blitzø coos mockingly. “Now take your fuckin’ pants off.”

You cough out a laugh, the sound turning to a yelp of surprise as he rolls you onto your knees. He takes a firm, possessive hold of your hips and forces you up against the arm of the sofa. You brace yourself against it, thrilling when he presses his hips up against your ass. You can feel how hard he is, and he grinds his hips up against you and groans, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing.

“Blitz, I have to wo—”

“Shut the fuck up and just accept you’re gonna cum first,” he eye-rolls, and your retort comes as a soft, throaty moan as he slides his hand up between your thighs. He practically growls the next words, leaning over your back to press a kiss to your shoulder. “That’s my good girl.”

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Blitzø corkscrews his hips into yours in a mockingly slow, even pace, groaning as he bottoms out inside you. His claws are digging possessively into your hips, his tail curled around your thigh. You reach back with one hand to cover one of his, your fingers digging into the back of his hand each time he thrusts into you.

“Blitz…” you moan, a crease between your brows. You can feel sweat against your brow, on the small of your back, your body, your nipples tingling now they’ve been bared to the room. You press your forehead against the arm of the couch, eyes screwed shut. “Fuck…”

“You know what ya gotta do, princess.” You can hear the smirk in Blitzø’s voice even as it breaks with his own need. He presses his forehead against your spine, cradling it between your shoulder blades, and you shiver as you feel the sharp points of his teeth graze against your back. He’s been fucking you like this – slow and deep – for too long; you need it harder. When you make move to touch your clit, he grabs hold of your hand, pinning it against your quivering thigh. “No way, bitch. Say it for me… fuck, you’re like a wet fuckin’ silk…”

His cock brushes up against that sensitive spot inside you and your eyes roll back, and when his hair winds through your hair to tug your head back, you keen. “Fu—please, Blitz, please…”

“Fuckin’ finally,” Blitzø sighs, snickering as he finally increases the rhythm of his hips. He fucks himself into you hard, the sound of flesh meeting flesh joining the breathless little ‘ahh’s’ you let out each time he fucks himself into you, He releases your hand and it immediately goes to your clit, and you shudder at the first touch. “Satan’s dick, you needy slut… fuuuck, you’re tight… so fuckin’ wet…”

“S-sit back,” you say, urging his hands away from your hips. Blitzø’s pace slows, and you raise your voice, swallowing back some of the breathlessness. “Sit back.”

You can’t help but whimper as Blitzø pulls out of you, jumping as the imp smacks your ass before he does as you ask. You’re straddling his lap as soon as he’s settled, and he smirks cockily up at you, his eyes rolling back slightly as you lower yourself back onto his cock.

Blitzø clutches at your hips as you bring your mouth to his, and he moans into it as you slip your tongue past his lips. The imp’s tail entangles with yours, claws digging deep into your tender flesh as you fuck yourself over his lap. Grinding with each drop of your hips, you whine against his lips as your clit grazes against the line of his hips.

“Ho-ly shit,” he grunts, pressing his hips up into yours with each rolling thrust. Your head tips back as he leaves biting, teasing kisses against your throat and chest. “Fuuuuck…”

Blitzø’s hands wander to your waist, then your ass, grasping so hard at the soft flesh that you’re certain he’s leaving marks. The idea thrills you, and you dig your nails into his shoulders until he hisses, dusting kisses over the top of his head and the base of his horns before bringing your mouth back down to his.

The two of you are playing at the edge of orgasm together, each desperate, claiming touch bringing the two of you closer to release, gasping and cursing. When you cum, it’s with his fingers quick against your clit and his cock buried deep inside your throbbing pussy. You shudder against him, pressing your body flush against his as you choke out his name. Blitzø uses the hand still clutching at your hip to urge you into continued movement, bouncing you on his cock despite the way your moans are becoming almost pained with the amount of stimulation coursing through you.

His fingers don’t ease up on your clit at all, and Blitzø groans strings of curse words as your cunt milks his cock. He buries his teeth in your shoulder as he cums too, and your breath catches in your throat as the pain sends you back over that edge. “Fuck, Blitz!”

You collapse against his chest, rolling your hips disjointedly over his as shivers rock through you. The imp groans behind gritted teeth, head falling back, as he struggles to steady himself. Your cunt tightening around him makes him whine, his exhale coming in a breathless, shaking laugh.

“Okay, okay… shit, I get it!” He finally stops teasing your clit, grabbing hold of your waist and forcing you to stop rocking over his lap. There are tears burning in your eyes, and you shudder into his chest as you try to catch your breath. “I get it, tits… Fuck, you keep goin’ and it’s gonna fall off.”

You giggle breathlessly into the side of his neck, and Blitzø drops a kiss to your temple. “Thank fuck.”

He snickers, cursing again as he lifts you off of his cock. “Feel better?”

You let yourself fall back so you’re stretched out on the cushions in front of him, knees bent as you push your thighs together. “Dunno. Still got a tonne of work to do.”

Blitzø huffs a dramatic sigh, making a show of rolling his eyes.

“Never fuckin’ satisfied, are ya?” He knocks your knees to the side with the back of his head, flopping down on top of you. You laugh painfully as it knocks the air out of you, and he grins almost fondly down at you, folding his arms over your chest and resting his chin on top of them. “Round two?”

You snort a laugh. “Oh, fuck you.”

He leans up to kiss you, letting it linger for a moment, his tail tapping against your ankle as it twitches back and forth. “That’s the idea, yeah.”

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 33

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to save the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 3.6k

TW: 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well), she/her pronouns

As your eyes flutter open and you stretch your muscles with a sigh, you notice that the spot next to you is empty. Arthur is standing by a crate, polishing some of his guns. By the looks of it, it seems like he's going to ride out soon.

"Where are you going?", you ask, your voice still heavy with sleep.

His rough features soften, as his eyes land on your tired form. "This Caprain Monroe needs my help. The army, they...they're doin' some nasty things over there."

"And you're going to run in all Dutch style and shoot up the place or why are you bringing a whole arsenal with you?", you ask and climb out of bed to watch his work more closely.

"I ain't shootin' nobody. The chief insists, that I don't use violence.", he explains with a huff and a shake of his head. "I'm preparin' just in case."

"Sounds like you need someone with some finesse." Your eyes scan the camp. "You could ask for Trelawny's help."

"Trelawny left." Arthur's answer comes out short and curtly and you lower your gaze.

It's understandable that he'd leave, but it's a shame. You were quite fond of him. That's when you start to get ready, putting on a pair of clean clothes and throwing on your weapon belt. As you change, Arthur gives you a puzzled look.

"I'm coming with you.", you answer his silent question and he immediately shakes his head.

"I don't want you gettin' caught up with the army."

"I don't care what you want." The words come out harsher than you have intended and you avoid the outlaw's gaze.

The conversation between him and Sadie is laying heavy on your chest and you can't stop your mind from wandering to it at every wake moment. After a while, you finally face Arthur, who looks like you just spat in his face with your small outburst.

"You okay?", he asks, worry lacing his voice. There's a hint of something else beneath it all. Something close to fear.

"I'm fine.", you bring out with a rather strained tone and pinch the bridge of your nose. You quickly come up with a lie. "I don't want to stay here without you. What if Micah sends me on another one of his stupid jobs?"

Understanding spreads in his eyes and he nods. It's insane how easily he believes you and you feel your chest tighten with guilt, but it quickly fades away.

"Alright. Fine." Then he points his finger at you. "But you follow my lead on this, ya hear me? Don't want you runnin' into shit head first."

"I always listen to you, Arthur.", you protest and he raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I can count on one hand the times you've listened to me."

"And when you don't listen, huh? Then it's one of 'em things.", you drawl, dropping your voice low to imitate him and he scoffs in both amusement and offense.

After your little 'argument' you make your way to the hitching posts and mount your horses. Arthur leads the way since you have never been to the reservation. It's a nice day with the sky being clear and a comfortable, warm breeze flowing through the air.

"I paid Mrs. Downes a visit.", Arthur starts, breaking the silence and you speed up to ride alongside him.

"How did it go?"

"They're out now. Gave 'em some money."

A sigh of relief slips past your lips and you smile softly at him.

"Thank you. It was the right thing."

He grumbles something under his breath and nods along with your words.

"I saw Mary-Beth pack her bag last night.", you then add, as you replay the memory in your head. "Do you think she will run away with Kieran? They seem sweet on one another."

Arthur hums curtly in agreement. "If they know what's good for 'em."

You turn your head to look at him, but it seems as if he's trying to avoid you. Then you move to watch the road infront of you, falling back a little again. The rest of the ride goes by in silence with your mind racing with all sort of thoughts.

None of them are being voiced and you soon arrive at the reservation. In the distance you see a man, wearing a blue army uniform, rush from person to person and tending to them. That must be this Captain Monroe, that Arthur has mentioned. Together you walk up to him and the outlaw clears his throat to get the man's attention.

His eyes light up in recognition when they land on him, but he pulls his eyebrows together in confusion once he meets your gaze. Though there's still a polite and friendly smile on his lips, as he firmly shakes your hand and introduces himself.

"She's here to help.", Arthur explains and Monroe only nods without a comment.

"Chief's gone out to try and find medication. It's quite a business.", he says, handing a bowl to one of the women.

Arthur spins slowly to take in the sight, a frown on his rough features. "I thought we were through with this?"

"Colonel Favors seems to think, that the natives have broken a promise they never made and apparently he's punishing them by withholding vaccines sent down by the Federal Government."

"Really?", you gasp in utter disbelief and disgust.

"I was supposed to oversee the administration of vaccines. Now I hear the wagon's been diverted.", Monroe explains and Arthur shakes his head. His face is a mirror of you emotions.

"Why would he do such a thing?", he asks outraged.

"To be honest, I truly don't know." Monroe pauses and scratches the back of his neck. "They say he didn't have a very good war, so maybe he's trying to start another one?"

Arthur and you exchange worried glances with each other.

"Is that what you think?"

"I'm trying to find out and he knows, that I'm trying to find out." The Captain let's out a bitter scoff. "He'd love to provoke me almost as much as he'd love to provoke these poor bastards."

Arthur and him talk some more, but you're not even listening with one ear anymore. You're standing next to the fireplace and take in everything. Then an idea pops into your head and you step between the two men.

"Where is this wagon? Where can we find it?", you ask in a rather demanding tone and Monroe's eyes widen in surprise.

The look Arthur shoots you tell you enough to know, that he's aware of what your plan is now. He gives you a faint nod, signaling that you have his full support.

"It's supposed to be headin' to Wapiti after passin' through Valentine.", Monroe starts. "But it's been diverted south instead."

"Come on, Captain." As you speak these words, you catch a glimpse of adoration on Arthur's face, but there is no time to react to it.

You rush to the horses, the two men following closely behind you.

"We must act with due caution!", the Captain calls out after you and you mount your horse.

"And we shall. We surely shall.", Arthur chimes in.

Captain Monroe tells you, that he might know of a place where you can intercept the wagon and you let him take the lead. Your trio rides fast, hurrying to catch up to the wagon. The two men continue talking to each other while you hold onto the reigns so tightly, that the whites of your knuckles are showing.

'She became a worse woman for you.'

Now it's finally time to put all these nasty skills you have learned during your time here to some good. Enough robbing, killing and exploiting good folks. It's slowly coming to an end and you sense, that you have to choose between blind loyalty and what's right. Only, that your decision is slightly different from the others in the gang.

They will have to choose between Dutch or their soul. You on the other hand will have to decide if you're going to follow Arthur down this dark path or be smart and run. Someone calls your name, ultimately ripping you out of your thoughts.

"Please be discreet! If anything happens to the soldiers on that wagon, then Colonel Favors will find a way to blame the natives for this.", Monroe yells over his shoulder, loud enough for you to hear over the sound of hooves.

He leads you up a hill and you all dismount. You crouch down at the edge of the cliff and Arthur takes out his binoculars.

"Why don't you go up to Washington and tell 'em what kind of a fool Colonel Favors is?", the outlaw suggests.

"The government doesn't quite work like that.", the Captain responds with a not so surprising answer. "Are you sure about this though? I fear this is a fool's errand."

"You can trust us, Captain.", you speak up and meet his gaze with strong resolve. "They won't even know we robbed them."

"Just make sure, that it stays clean.", he repeats in a pleading tone. "I will wait for you in the reservation."

As Monroe rides off, Arthur hands the binoculars over to you and you observe the wagon that's slowly approaching in the distance. There are only two people sitting at the front and there are no guards hiding further ahead or in the trees. Of course not. Who would be dumb enough to take on the army?

"So how'd you wanna do this?", Arthur asks and you stare at him in bewilderment.

"You're asking me?"

"Course. You just robbed a heavily guarded coach with an idiot like Bill Williamson on your side." He scoffs in amusement. "I trust your judgement."

Speechless, you nod to yourself and give back the binoculars. It doesn't take long to come up with a plan. It's nothing special, but so far it has worked everytime for you.

"I go play the damsel in distress and you sneak onto the back and steal the vaccines.", you explain plainly and stand up.

"I could also be the one to distract 'em.", he offers, but you immediately wave it off.

"No, they'll be less suspicious of me."

With that you jump onto horseback and you two make it separately off the hills towards the road. As you approach the wagon, you make sure to hide your pistol under your coat and force a wide smile onto your lips.

"Howdy, boys!", you call out and match their speed. They both throw you looks, that hold a mix of confusion and slight interest. "Oh! I see, you two are soldiers! I reckon my luck has finally turned 'round."

The facade you put on lights up in delight, as you closely examine their uniforms. One of the men clears his throat, his eyes flickering all over the place.

"Can we help ya, ma'am?", he asks and you immediately search around in your satchel to fish out a small map.

"I'm afraid I've gotten quite lost. You see, I'm not from around these parts and was wonderin' if you could point out where Valentine is?" You speak with a sweet voice and a thick accent, holding up the map for them to see. "You boys have kind faces. Surely, you could help out a lady in need?"

In the corner of your eyes, you see Arthur in the distance, but avoid looking in that direction. For a moment you fear, that they won't bite the bait, but then the driver stops the wagon. The man closest to you, scooches to the side to make room for you and you quickly jump onto the seat.

"I'm from far down south and it's my first time travelin' alone.", you explain to them, unfolding the paper in your hands. "You see, my mamma always said, that I can't make it all by myself and I left to prove her wrong. Maybe she was right though, but I ain't givin' up so fast."

Even after they point out where the town is on the map, you don't seize your yapping and keep going. The sound of your voice is supposed to drown out whatever noises Arthur might be creating in the back. Everytime one of the soldier's eyes begin to wander around, you call directly out to him to grab his attention again.

Once the coast is clear you begin to climb off the wagon and mount Penthesilea.

"You were mighty helpful! I can't thank you enough!"

The soldiers exchange weird looks between each other, as if there's something they want to say to you.

"It's dangerous out here, Miss. We could escort you to Valentine.", one offers.

"Precisely!", the other chimes in. "We'd feel bad to leave a lady like you alone out here."

"Aw, you is too kind, boys!" You let out a soft giggle and pretend to be all bashful. "But I wouldn't wanna distract you from your duty. It looks mighty important to me."

With that, you blow them a kiss and ride off, making sure that you're going into the direction Valentine is located. Once you're out of sight, you cut into the woods and meet up with Arthur.

"You got the vaccines?", you ask and he raises a wooden box for you to see.

"Sure do." His lips curl up into a teasing smirk and he leans forward in his saddle. "That was some fantastic actin' out there. Really loved the accent. Suits ya."

"Oh, stop it." You ride past him in hopes, that he wouldn't tease you any further. "We should bring this to Captain Monroe."

"You lead the way, ma'am."

The horses carry you at top speed and you make it back to the reservation faster than when you had left it. There, Arthur hands over a few boxes to the Captain, who looks like a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

"And it didn't go too bad.", the outlaw assures him, as he gives him the last box.

"They didn't notice a thing.", you chime in with a smile.

"I hope Colonel Favors will think that it was bandits who robbed him and not..." Monroe trails off and his eyes flicker between you and Arthur. It looks like he's unsure about what to call you.

"We're still bandits.", Arthur protests. "There's no doubt 'bout that."

"Well, bandits or not. This was a good thing you did. Maybe it'll get us all killed, but it had to be done."

You nod and hum in agreement. After that, Monroe goes back to work, putting the vaccines to good use and you leave the reservation with Arthur by your side. Arriving back at camp, your mood drops as it usually has been doing lately.

The two men, that Micah has brought in, linger around the campfire and you hear the soft tunes of Javier's guitar. There was a time where you loved to sit with him and listen to his songs, but not anymore. Whenever you get to close, the music dies down and he glares daggers at you.

You didn't expect for the robbery to take this long, but it was mostly the way there and back, that took up most of the time. The sun is beginning to set and you run a hand over your face. That is when you spot two figures approaching Arthur and you. It's Charles and Rains Fall.

"Found a friend looking for you.", Charles calls out.

"Mr. Morgan. How are you?", Rains Fall asks and for a brief second his eyes flicker to you. But you might have just imagined it.

"A little better."

It seems like they're referencing a conversation they had before, but it's not your place to ask about details. Shortly after, the chief gets straight to the point and tells you about Colonel Favors wanting to meet Rains Fall to discuss some matters. It sounds suspicious to you, but the older man believes, that he might come to a peaceful solution this time.

"Since my men aren't allowed to carry weapons, I was wondering if you could come with me to this meeting."

"You want us to keep the peace?", Arthur asks and you rest your hand on your belt, as you continue to quietly listen.

"There will be a lot of dull talking and ceremony, but I feel with some non-tribe members present their chances of lying or worse will be reduced."

Arthur runs a hand over his beard, letting out some grumbling sounds. He seems reluctant to agree to help and you quickly clear your throat.

"I'll join you.", you declare and the outlaw shakes his head.

"No, you ain't. You've already messed enough with the army."

Your gaze goes to Charles in seek for his support, but he sighs. "Arthur's right. Besides, and I mean no offense, the Colonel doesn't seem like the type of man who would be easily intimidated by a woman."

Frustrated, you bite down on the inside of your cheek. He's right of course, but you want to help wherever you can. Then you turn to Arthur, your eyes holding a plea.

"Then you must go.", you say and he opens his mouth to most likely protest, but nothing comes out.

It's easier for him to say no to the other two men, but he doesn't have the same resistance when it comes to you. Defeated, he agrees to help and you give his hand a soft squeeze before he rides out of camp.

Now you're left standing on the edge, alone. As you observe your surroundings in an attempt to find something to keep yourself busy while you wait for them to return, you spot Kieran sitting further away by himself. It looks like something is troubling him and you make your way to where he's sitting.

"Hey.", you softly make your presence known, but he flinches anyways.

Ever since the abduction he's been more jumpy. Whenever you approach him, you try to keep in mind to do it on the side where his good eye is, so that he sees you in the corner of his vision.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to startle you.", you quickly apologize, but he smiles.

"It's okay."

You sit down across of him and lean forward, so that no one can overhear your words too easily. "Is everything alright?"

Kieran lowers his gaze and fidgets with his hands. For the longest time he doesn't utter a single word and you begin to think, that he won't open up to you.

"I just...", he then starts. "Do you think I should stay?"

The question catches you off-guard and you blink a couple times in silence. Then your gaze wanders over his shoulder to Mary-Beth. Her packed bag is hidden under a thick blanket close to her and she's reading.

"I think you should go with her, yes.", you answer and he nods to himself.

"I'm afraid, that Dutch might get mad. Everyone is so on edge and I feel like everything I do is being watched."

"I know that feeling." You pause to think. "I can get you on a train in Annesburg."

His eye goes wide and he stares at you dumbfounded. "What? You'd help?"

"Of course." With your chin, you motion behind him to Mary-Beth. "Talk to her and then come to me. I'll get you out of here tonight."

Before he stands up, your hand shoots forward and you hold his wrist in an iron grip. The look on your face is dead serious. "Make sure to be discreet."

Kieran mumbles a 'yes of course' and then rushes away. You stay seated and take out your pistol, taking your time to polish it. Maybe if you have your weapon out, then the others will leave you alone.

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It's late, most of the gang members having gone to bed. Arthur and Charles still haven't returned and you're waiting next to Penthesilea. The sound of quiet footsteps can be heard coming from behind you and you turn around to meet Kieran and Mary-Beth.

Each of them has a bag over their shoulder and you nod. Before taking off, you look around to make sure, that no one is watching what you're doing. If the wrong person catches you, then you might meet a fate similar to Molly's.

No one talks, as you ride down the mountain and into the mining town. You leave the horses on the side of the road and enter the train station. Kieran moves to buy tickets, but you're faster than him and rush to the counter.

"You didn't have to pay. You're already doin' so much for us.", Mary-Beth complaints and you hand over the tickets.

"You need the money for your new start.", you insist and she watches you with wide eyes.

"And what about you?"

That is a question you can't answer so easily. Yes, and what about you exactly? Arthur and Sadie already made plans for you to start over, but you have other things in mind. Things, that might very well result in your end and then you won't need the money anymore.

"I'll be fine. Go now. You got a train to catch.", you say, your voice sounding awfully hollow in your ears.

Tears well up in your friend's eyes and she pulls you into a bone crushing hug. You didn't mean to make this such an emotional goodbye, but you feel a sudden wave of sadness wash over you.

"Please stay safe.", she whispers into your ear and you pull away, keeping your hands on her shoulders.

"You too."

Kieran places a hand on Mary-Beth's back and throws you one last look before they disappear behind the door. A strangled sob escapes your lips and you bring your fingers up to your wet cheeks.

You hadn't realized, that you started crying too.

Taglist: @shackspossum @abducted-cowz @heloixe @onyxlune

[burgersnacksformax]

Can we get some scout nsfw voicelines but subby pls……

HELP i dont have writing reqs open but i appreciate that u know what u want, so this is for you anon

Scout voice lines: subby ver.

Notes

I leave it kind of vague on what the reader is doing to him, let your mind go to town.

Sequel to my other scout voice lines writing, this time he's a bottom

Gender neutral reader

Mix of lines and writing

Tbh i think he'd be make a good powerbottom, but he gets more submissive thru this. And begs a lot

Scout as a sub would be so full of stammering to the point he'd hardly get anything across, communicating more with his eyes, breaths, and body language.

At first when you'd make a move, Scout would try and play it cool. He'd act like he's the one in control, going,

"Ohh, someone's gettin' bold."

But he'd end that line right then and there, suppressing the chatterbox urges as he would wait excitedly for you to do something. He really would give himself away too easily, his cheeks flushing red and leaning into every touch you would give him.

"You- you gonna keep goin' or what?"

You could ease him into it, but the way Jeremy would practically buck his hips at the slightest hint you were gonna do something? You didn't need to be told directly in order to get the memo.

He'd get impatient surprisingly quickly, his excitement reassuring you a little.

"Can't you just- like.. do somethin'?"

You'd kiss him gently, telling him to be patient while moving your hand slowly down his stomach. He'd chuckle in an attempt to seem confident, but his eyes would be locked on your hand.

"Well, well.. You, uh.." he'd chuckle, and then continue, "I mean, this-"

And he'd just say shit like that honestly, not even being able to get his point across and then grinning at himself in embarassment. He'd put his hands on your shoulders for a bit of comfort.

"I ain't usually so.. stammery, like this, I'm- uh, much.. bolder. Y'know?"

So you'd reassure Jeremy that it was alright and that you found it cute how he reacted. That you loved the way he would shudder at every touch and go along with every action. And best of all, that he didn't dare touch himself, instead waiting for you to do it.

His voice would get caught in his throat, smiling and throwing out aimless filler words like,

"Well, it's- uhh.." as if he'd have any direction of what he'd want to say. "If you say so."

You'd really have to be patient with him, it wouldn't occur to him to be forward and tell you what he'd want. All this time, his fantasies would involve him taking the lead, so he'd have no clue what to do in this situation.

So you would ask if he liked when you touched him a certain way, when you moved yourself against him. You'd ask, so he'd have to reply.

"Well," he'd chuckle, "ain't the best thing I've ever felt."

If that was the case, why would Jeremy be going along with everything you did? Why would he be reacting so strongly to every small movement? You both would know you have him wrapped around your finger. You'd know he's taunting you. That he's being bratty.

So you would have to coax it out of him, but you won't want to go all out just yet. So you would play with his nipples to hear him gasp, grind your hips against his to feel him moving against you too. Tell him that, if this wasn't the best, that you wanted to hear what he wanted.

He'd smirk up at you, but his voice would conveniently get caught in his throat.

"I- I want'cha to.. um-"

And you'd stop, feigning innocence, claiming that if you didn't know what he wanted, you wouldn't be able to give it to him.

And he'd fall for it.

"Oh, uh, okay- right."

He'd then mumble in the softest voice,

"I want'cha to.. uh.. do what you want.. To me."

A very adorable way of saying that he trusts you with control. It's much easier to earn Jeremy's shyness once the facade of confidence is down. So you'd move to touch him where he wants, promising you'd be gentle.

His breath would hitch in his throat as he'd gaze up at you in a haze - as if you didn't literally just start. His eyes would do all the talking here.

It would be really cute how much he'd want you, and you'd be determined to hear the words fall from his lips. So you'd keep going at your slow pace, watching him. Observing him.

And you'd ask how he likes it, already knowing damn well what he's thinking.

"Yeah.. uh- I- I like it.. it's good-"

"You're doin-" he'd inhale sharply, "good, real good, but.."

And you'd stop completely, gazing at him cheekily. And he'd whine,

"D- don't stop, hey.."

You'd ask again what he wanted. And he'd just mumble,

"Can you.."

And Jeremy would guide your hand on him to touch him more, and he'd let go once you caught on.

You nearly wouldn't be able to resist the way he'd be so direct and yet so shy, knowing exactly what he'd want but catching a frog in his throat every time he'd try and say it. So you'd press him a little, pouting as you ask if that's all he had to say.

"Well- uh, I..," he'd take a second to regain enough composure to continue speaking, "I love you. A lot."

"I trust you, baby. You don't have to- you don't have to be shy."

You? The shy one here?

You'd move your hand quicker, causing him to jolt and cling onto your shoulders. It would be so cute the way you could so easily get him quiet.

Jeremy would close his eyes and really try hard not to be noisy. But his breathing would quicken, and you'd be tempted to wedge your thumb between his lips to hear him more.

You'd keep pushing him, all while giving him gentle kisses. But just when it'd seem like he's really enjoying himself, you would stop. You'd tell him that if he wanted more, he'd have to ask for it.

He'd give you a cocky smile, but his head would be facing away a little, as if to show just how vulnerable he'd be. He'd taunt, in a soft and breathy voice,

"Why should I ask for more? Ya haven't given me anythin' worth askin' for."

But you'd know him well enough that you wouldn't fall for that.

So you'd play into it. You tell Jeremy you'd just stop in that case, and he'd get desperate really quick. His eyebrows would furrow as he'd lean closer to you, going,

"Hey, wait- uh- I was-" he'd take a second to swallow nervously, "no, I- I didn't mean that."

It'd bring a smile to your face how quickly he'd take it back.

"I don't-" he sighs, "I don't want you to stop. Can you.."

So you'd just keep playing innocent, insisting you don't know what he's asking for, all while running your hands all over his body and feeling him shiver under your touch.

"Oh, come on, don't make me say it.. you- I know you know what I'm gonna ask."

"I- what I mean is- ..look, you know I like- love. I love this, I love you, it- it's.."

He'd stumble over his words. And eventually you'd give him a taste of what he wants, but you don't let him get comfortable with that sense of relief. You give him a taste,

"Shit- yeah, yeah, like that.."

And let Jeremy enjoy it, this time actually wedging your thumb between his front teeth and earning a few soft moans from him,

..and then you'd stop.

You'd plan to do that over and over in attempt to try and pry it from him again, but it doesn't even take long for him to cave. This time he'd seem much more desperate.

"Oh, please, just- Can you just touch me more already?"

And he'd pause.

"Or- or ride me, or like- suck me off, or.."

And he'd say the next bit in the softest voice.

"..or fuck me."

So you'd kiss his face and hold his hips comfortingly, telling him about how you were hesitant since he didn't seem so sure in his answer. Why would someone who knows what they want stumble over their words so much?

"But-"

You'd talk over Jeremy, telling him that you don't wanna do anything to him he'd be uncomfortable with - to which he'd quickly interrupt you back a little too loudly, going,

"No, I want it! I want you to- do that stuff.. please?"

Just as you'd want, he'd become more pliable. So you'd kiss him slowly and tenderly, running your hands through his hair in order to reassure him, before moving to a comfortable postion. One where you'd be ready to do whichever thing you'd like to do with him first.

You'd ask if he meant like this, and you'd watch his face light up.

"Yeah! Uh- i just think-" he'd watch you in anticipation, "well, I mean, I just.. I want you. A lot."

Honestly you really wouldn't know how much you could tease him for, he would already be so adorable at your command and twitching at every slight touch. So you'd eventually relent, giving him exactly what he'd want, listening to the way his breath would hitch and how his eyes would watch you move as you gave it to him.

"Ohh, yeah, baby, like that.."

You'd tell Jeremy to look at you, and he'd follow suit, smiling a little from embarassment but his eyes quickly squeezing shut as breaths and curse words would fall from his agape lips.

He'd just whimper,

"Baby.. shit-"

"Fuck, mmh.."

"Like that, like that.."

You'd ask again if he likes it, and he wouldn't even go for words, just leaving you with a breathy,

"Uh-huh.."

But you wouldn't want to settle for an answer like that. You'd tell him to speak properly. Make a sentence for you to tell you that he likes it.

But just as Jeremy would take a breath to talk, you'd go even harder on him. All he'd be able to muster would be a whiny,

"Good- 's good.."

He'd move along to your rhythm, falling out of rhythm now and then only to stop moving for a moment so he could find it once more. He'd love that you'd move like you knew exactly what you're doing.

When he'd slowly get close, he'd be so easy, so pliable, to get him to say whatever you wanted. He'd futily try and suck in the drool threatening to spill out of his mouth, as he'd moan,

"More- more, please."

"I can't take it, don't stop, please don't stop please please-"

"Fuck, i just- I- it's so-"

But the closer he would get, the more words he would lose, and the more he would be saying two things.

One of which being a needy and breathy,

"Please-"

And another being your name.

But if you're feeling a little sadistic, you could stop right at the edge, so you could watch Jeremy gaze upon you desperately. You wouldn't even have to coax him into going,

"Don't stop- I- I'm so close-"

"Please, I want you so bad, please-"

"Baby, please.."

"I- I'll be good.."

And before you continue, you'd wanna have a last bit of fun with him first. You'd tell him to say something - something he was too embarassed to say before. Anything you wanted.

And the words would fall from his lips like it was second nature, not even having to stop and think about his embarrassment. He'd say it like it was the only phrase he knew.

And you'd kiss him, satisfied with his obedience, and then give it to him just like he'd asked.

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That's Alright For Such a Night (Rewrite Chapter 6)

Word Count: 3,293

Writers Note: So far I'm enjoying rewriting this, and Now I'm adding and Rewriting my fanfic series Anyway you do into it to really solidify the timeline.

Warning: mostly fluff / Historic Language and Values

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: During the Louisiana Hayride two breakout stars meet in a rush only to learn they've dealt their cards in the hands of fate.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

Tennessee July 3rd, 1956

"How am I gonna cover this up, my boy."

"Any way you do." Elvis shrugged. Tom was nearly devastated, sitting in his office looking at Elvis like a parent would, "You are already in trouble for dancing like a colored man... Now this!" he slammed the newspaper on the table, 

 "Lightin' up, Colonel. It was just some fun." Elvis smiled, thinking about all the fun he had that night. He felt like Elvis again, not the Elvis that was available for everyone, but the small-town poor kid from Tupelo who was with the love of his life.

"We were just gettin our kicks," Cecelia said, putting on her pink sling-back heels.

"Some kicks!" Denise shouted, "Cecelia Shanel Valmos! Just on the other side of us in Alabama, there's the bus protest where we're getting beaten and slandered for having this skin color," 

"It's not that serious." she rolled her eyes, "I mean, the bus protest is, but Pres and I.."

"Pres and you doing what. You could lose fans over this." 

"You could lose fans over this, Elvis." Tom slammed his fist on the table,

"Already lost 'em with that damn hound dog trick Colonel," he said, pushing his hair back. 

"What's so special about him anyways..." Denise asked, sitting back in her chair. 

"Mama..." Her mother glared at her when her Southern accent arrived,

 "Mother, he's kind and sweet. He's crossing barriers. Maybe I could, too." Cecelia said as she looked love sick, her mother slash manager hating every inch of it, 

"The only barriers you could cross is in music."

"Maybe that's what I wanna do," she mumbled, 

"And besides, why not Chuck Berry or Little Richard." her mother kept listing artists. Cecelia was picking up a pattern here, but she wouldn't call her mother out on it.

"Mama Little Richard ain't exactly uh... well..a lady's man." she hinted as her mother rolled her eyes, "And besides, El is good people. We're neck and neck on the charts." she smiled, "And we toured together."

"Yeah, neck and neck on the charts with a colored woman who pretends to be you," Tom mentioned as Elvis groaned, 

"She ain't pretending to be me. If anything, she's better than me." 

"How's that, my boy..."

"Well, she's got stage presence. It's like she commands the crowd, and they listen." 

"They do the same to you." Tom rolled his eyes, looking at contracts.

"Yeah, but when she does it... it's I can't explain it..." he sighed. He was lovesick. And he had it so bad it was like a fevering cold. 

"She's..."

"Brave, mother, I mean, he goes up there coat tails looks like a butler still manages to look handsome and, Mornin Midge." 

"Morning, Cece, talking about Mr. Presley again."

"When is she not." Denise sighed, "Lately, he's all she's got on her tongue." Midge nearly choked at her boss's words,

 "Well, uh, You've got some memos and calls, Mrs. Valmos," Midge said as she was walking towards her desk in the office, 

"From who?" Denise questioned,

"Frank Sinatra, Ella, Sammy, Dean, Sam," Midge sipped her coffee, "And an Elvis A Presley." she smiled as Denise took the card that had Elvis's number on it,

"Oh no, this is for Ms. Valmos only." Midge took the card from her hand,

"For me..." Midge gave her a nod, 

"Tell him I'll call him back."

"Tell him to stop calling the studio so damn much..." Denise rolled her eyes. 

"I'll handle it..." Midge smirked, 

Cecelia dialed the number on the card. She could hear the phone ring as a lump in her throat appeared. It wasn't like they didn't talk all the time, but Cececlia had never been scared to have someone answer the phone,

"Hello, Elvis, darlin!" 

"Who is this..."

"Cecelia Valmos and you are?" 

"Mrs. Gladys Presely, his mother." she glared at her son, who was in the kitchen eating a quick lunch, covering the bottom half of the phone. She took a deep breath,

 "Elvis Aaron Presley...How many times have I told you stop givin' those wayward girls the family phone number?"

"Mama, I-I..."

"There's one on the phone now, Booby. Says her name is Cecelia Valmos, which can't be right cause the only Valmos I know is the jazz singer and-"

 Elvis took the phone from his mother as he cleared his throat from embarrassment. 

"I-I uh uhm Cece, Hi!. Hey..." he tried to play it cool as she laughed,

"Hey El, I was, uhm, returning your call. My manager, Uh, well, she hung up on you." Cecelia laughed as she leaned against the wall, trying to act cool as Midge walked by and rolled her eyes, laughing at her. 

"Figures... Hey, look, you doing anything tomorrow night," 

"I can't. I'm flying to New York for a performance taping."

"O-oh, I see." he had a tone of despair. 

"Why, what's wrong?" 

"Nothing." 

"El...EP... Pres.. Sugar... Dumplin, Mr. Pretty Blue Eyes, tell me." she said as he blushed,

 "Nothing Cece, uh, enjoy New York an bring me back one of them big hot dogs." he laughed. 

"Thanks..." she sighed. Something had to be wrong, but what was it. 

"You look sad, Booby.." Gladys sighed, 

"I'm fine, mama."  

"Looks like it's about a girl..." Vernon smirked,

"It seems like it always is with you." Gladys shook her head,

July 4th 1956 Memphis Tennessee, / New York City

The plane ride to New York was relaxing, but all she could think of was why in the world did Elvis sound so upset. Did she say something wrong, or did her mother say something wrong? Laying back in her seat as she was overthinking, Cecelia was rushed to NBC studios and her dressing room.

"Midge," Cecelia called out as she looked at the dresses picked for her to wear. They were all more modest and hardly even danceable, not that she had a problem with modesty, but she was known as the rock n roll pinup. The Risque roller. It was an image she was leaning into.

 "What's wrong, Cece." 

"It's about Pres," she sighed, dressed in the bright yellow detachable cumberbund skirt dress. 

"Oh, tonights the Russwood Park Concert." Cecelia looked at her, confused,

 "It's the biggest event in anyone's career," Midge smirked, "Your mother also booked you here so you wouldn't run into Elvis cause of your current scandal..." 

"Can we still get back in time before he performs..." Cecelia asked, ignoring her last statement. 

"I can arrange something." 

After Cecelia performed, she sat in front of Ed Sullivan, in front of an America that didn't resemble her. But here she was on her best behavior. 

"Lovely to have the daughter of the Legendary Valmos with us tonight. Tell us how you keep your nails so pretty while playing the guitar." 

"A guitar pick and practice." she smiled.

"And those moves. Now I remember seeing you on another show dancing like a... ah, what's his name, the Elvis fellow." he laughed, "Tell me any inspiration from him?"She sighed, knowing what question was coming next, "How's it feel to be compared to him as the lady Elvis... or are you perhaps his lady..." she was asked as she was about to open her mouth.

"I'm joking. You might not even be Elvis's type." Ed laughed, "Since you two are kinda similar," as Cecelia laughed. Cecelia wanted to vomit,

"Actually, he and I are great friends..." she smiled, "We've been on tour from 54 to 55 together, and we learned a lot from each other."

"So when do you plan to settle down."

Thousands of screaming fans flooded the park as the cop cars and escorts drove into Russwood Park. Elvis was trembling like a leaf, with one person on his mind, and she wasn't there. He'd thought about what she'd say or a little joke she'd tell him, but it wasn't the same without her there. 

"What are you gonna sing, my boy." 

"I'll know it when I feel it." was all he had to say. He was all dressed in black. And he was ready to make a statement. Elvis wanted to be taken seriously. Sure, he was a singer. He was young. Elvis also wasn't a fool. And Elvis wanted his fans to know he wouldn't be some tails-wearing guy who would change for some lousy TV people from New York City. Elvis was a Tupelo, Mississippi, boy. And he was proud of it. And if anyone was looking for trouble, they came to the right place. 

"Midge, can you drive any faster!" Cecelia shouted, the two nearly racing down the street in Midge's red Chevrolet Bel Air, 

"And get a ticket and end up in jail and dead, fuck no!" she sighed, putting the pedal to the metal. Bobbing and weaving through traffic, 

"You did it when we were on tour!"Cecelia smirked,

"Oh, what the hell, let's go!" Midge smirked back,

"You're gonna do great out there, Booby..." Gladys smiled, kissing his cheek, 

"Just don't go wigglin a pinky, son," Vernon laughed. Both Gladys and Elvis shook their heads at his joke.

"Come on, come on, come on..." Cecelia sighed. The lines were atrocious, and the security was multiplied by 100. Getting an idea, Midge looked at Cecelia and groaned, "You're not ripping that dress... It's custom-made Dior." 

"Don't care..." Detaching her skirt, Cecelia took her shoes off as she began to climb the hot metal gate, hoping security wouldn't notice her and her tree-climbing skills wouldn't fail her now. 

"Hey, you in the yellow!"

"Shit..." she mumbled to herself,

"Me..." she pointed to herself.

"Yeah, you!" The guard pointed to her. Cecelia was at the top of the gate. The height from where she was was a tad too high, but either she jumped or missed the performance in total.

 "Ain't you that jazz singin' colored woman's kid."

"Yeah, I am..."

"Then get yer ass down here!" Cecelia gulped and jumped. Now, she had to find a way to get closer to the stage. There was a straight line in the middle, but it was also the color barrier, and Cecelia couldn't risk breaking it. Or maybe she could, 

Midge grumbled, looking through the gate. She could see Cecelia preparing to make a run for it via the segregation rope God. Did she hope Cecelia would do what she had in mind?

"Godspeed, Cece..."

"Those city folks ain't gonna change me none!" the music began to start, and so did her feet, 

"Oh, her mother's gonna kill me." She was on the wrong side of the tracks, running as if her life depended on it. But at the same time, this was her boyfriend. Midge only hoped he'd be there for her the way she was for him. As the performance ended, Cecelia went to find him backstage, running like the flash to get to him, until Cecelia saw a beautiful blonde kissing him. Her heart sank, and suddenly, all she could think of was running towards the studio and recording her feelings. 

How do you think I feel?

Well, I know your love's not real

The Boy I'm mad about is just a gadabout

How do you think I feel?

King Creole Premier Hollywood, California July 2nd, 1958

"Elvis, look at the camera!"

               "No, look at this one!"

"Elvis over here!"

The crisp California air was no stranger to Mr. Presley, nor were the cameras and interviews. This had been his 4th movie premiere in the span of only 2 years, and the press and women loved him. But there was something still missing, or more like someone still missing. Elvis had taken The Colonel's advice to try to forget about Cecelia. But it was hard, especially since she hadn't talked to him much between her interviews, tours, and films. And he couldn't blame her. She wanted to go on a break with their relationship, but He'd been on numerous dates, some his mother didn't approve of, others that she did approve of too much. But they weren't her.

As he continued walking down the red carpet, he heard and saw the commotion coming from down the carpet. He could smell the scent of Femme de Rochas perfume, making him do a double take on the scent, and he could feel the ground shift from the switch in her walk. 

        "Cecelia tells about your tour!"

  "Ms.Valmos, The Lucile Ball radio show? How's that going?"

           "When are you gonna settle down?'

Cecelia had been the talk of every household. And now, on the red carpet, her once long locks of 1956 were now cut into a short bob, similar to Betty Boop. She was in a skin-tight lilac dress with a satin ribbon bow around her waist and black Dior gloves, walking further down as she smiled. Cecelia loved it, but she had to be honest. Cecelia missed Elvis. Sure, things had gotten rocky after Russwood Park, but he was her best friend. 

  "All the rumors are true," she said with her signature smile. Cecelia had been busy, now finding her footing in Rock n Roll and blues, becoming a heartthrob, and attending rallies with King since her debacle in 56. She was quite the cat's meow. There were still more questions, and she answered them all the best she could. As Cecelia kept walking, Midge saw, some friends of hers that she wanted to say hi to. 

"Say there I've never seen you be..." 

"Elvis..."  her heart was pounding, he was more handsome than she remembered,

"Fore..." Elvis looked at her as she hugged him, 

"Look at you and your hair..." he was mesmerized by her new look. Standing before him wasn't the same 21-year-old woman running him out of crowds. No, she was a beautiful bombshell, and he couldn't take his eyes off her when she hugged him. He wanted to hold her forever. He wanted. To apologize for all the stuff he'd done. Elvis wanted her back.

 "Pres.." she kissed his cheek, red lipstick lingering, 

"Oh, sorry, you probably got a girl now an-"

"Actually, I don't... I-I uh, I came here by myself minus The Colonel." he laughed, "Bet you got a ton of men following you." 

Cecelia laughed, "Oh me, nah, came with Midge. You remember Midge, right?"

"Your mama's assistant,"

"Yeah." she blushed, her eyes lost in his own. Something about him in the suit was doing it for her. It was like she was back during the Hayride days, and she had first glanced at him,

 "Would you maybe wanna be my date then?"

"Me your date?" she laughed,

"Oh, come on, doll, you know you're still in love with me." he laughed as she looked up at him. This was true, but she'd never admit it, so she'd hoped she wouldn't.

 "Where'd you hear that Pres." 

"One of those magazines." he laughed, taking her hand and walking into the theater. Midge wasn't too far away, but she gave them space. 

Watching Elvis act had been one of her favorite things, especially when it came to his kiss scenes. She'd imagine herself instead of the actresses, which was how her mother caught her accidentally kissing a microphone.

She was on the edge of her seat the entire time, and he was loving every second of it. Raking his arm, he placed it over her shoulder as she leaned closer to him. He had been focused on her the entire time, almost like he wanted to see the world through her eyes, the way that she saw him. He had noticed that when he sang Trouble she was breathlessly mesmerized, in a trance even. 

"Hey, Cece..."

"Shush... you're singing," she responded as he chuckled a little. When the movie finally came to an end. There was Cecelia and Elvis walking out together laughing, and joking like they used to do, 

"I never asked why you stormed off during Russwood." She felt her heart sink again as she remembered that night. 

"You saw me..."

"In bright yellow," he added,

"I had to leave early..."

"Cece..." 

"An emergency..." 

"Cecelia Shanel Valmos, don't lie to me..." 

"I saw you kiss another girl and." 

"You thought I was cheating on you..."

"Yeah, I did..." Stepping closer to her, Elvis took her hand on his cheek, 

"Doll, I would never hurt you like that... But,"

"The Colonel made you do it." She took his hand away from his face as he nodded, 

"Yeah, he did, actually..." Elvis sighed as Cecelia shook her head, "You gotta tell him what you're going to do, who you are, your Elvis Presley, Now Danny Fisher." she poked at him as he smiled, " Most importantly, A man I'd like to kiss again." the last part slipping out of her mouth. 

"You wanna kiss me again?" he blushed,

"I wanna kiss Danny Fisher."

"Darlin, I am..."

"Are you, though?" Cecelia said as she winked at him. Elvis tilted her chin up as he leaned in and kissed her sweetly. A bit of need and longing. Her arm was around his neck, the other on his chest. When he pulled away, her knees nearly went weak, and she could hardly stand. "Darlin... I think there's somethin between us and... It's the most alive I've ever felt." Elvis said, 

"Pres." She looked at him. "What do we do about this..."

"I don't know, but it's gotta be before September."

"Why's that?" She looked at him,

"Well... I leave for Germany." he sighed, kissing her hand. "Right, the draft." a sad look in her eyes,

 "Hey, It's only July. We got time." he grinned, "

Guess we do." she smiled, "So let's make the most of it." 

Memphis Tennessee July 4th, 1958,

"Wanna explain who's this girl you're kissin?" Gladys said as Elvis sunk down like a puppy dog. "Who we haven't met yet..." she smiled at him, both hands on her hips as Vernon smirked,

 "Cecelia Valmos and it was just a kiss, nothing else." he blushed hard, 

"Damn, you're just as red as the carpet," Vernon mentioned, "If you like her all that much... then let us meet her." he shrugged, 

"Cecelia, you can't keep compromising yourself." Denise said, she sighed, "We cleaned your image, and now you're kissing him on red carpets!" 

"What's so bad about that!"

"You're not of his kind!" she slammed her fist on the table, 

"I KNOW THAT, MAMA!" she sighed, "But give him a chance." Cecelia tried to calm down. She took a deep breath."I'm 23 now, and I can make my own decisions." 

"Baby, he'll only hurt you, like you know who. Hurt you! she shouted, watching her daughter leave out the door.

"DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME CECELIA... DAMN IT!" 

"Where's she going, Midge," 

"I don't know." 

Tears streamed down her face as she drove like a bat out of hell to Graceland. It was late, but she needed to see him. She needed to get away from the madness, away from feeling like a cooped-up songbird in a cage. 

"Hold me close, hold me tight," she heard her radio start to play, " Make me thrill with delight." she took a deep breath, "Let me know where I stand from the start." she could see the gates sprinkled with fans waiting, " I want you, I need you, I-I love you..." pulling into the gate, she drove to the front of his house.  

"With all my heart..."

"Cecelia..." she ran into his arms as she sobbed, " Won't you please be my own? " she looked up at him. As he wiped her tear-stained cheeks. "Never leave me alone.

'Cause I die every time we're apart..." he focused on her voice, 

"I want you, I need you, I-I-I love you...With all my heart"

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[intersexprophet]

TXF DABITWICE AU - Part 1: The Mothman Prophecies

Rating: M Characters (in series): Twice, Dabi, Endeavor, Todofam, the League, some others Pairings: Dabitwice Warnings: Murder, death, blood, body horror, abuse, etc. etc. It's an X-Files AU so use discretion

At the tepid "ah-hem" coming from the doorway, Jin blows bubbles into his coffee and scorches his mouth in the process. He licks his lips and clears his throat, carefully setting the mug down on the cracked cork coaster pushed against haphazardly stacked papers that make up alabaster and cream mountains on his makeshift desk.

The intruder is someone he's never seen before. But he's got an idea, if that head of crimson red is anything to go by. He's polite about it though, sidestepping the obvious and simply greeting with a, "Can I help you?"

"Agent Bubaigawara?" the other man says, now walking into the room. When Jin nods, he continues, "I'm Agent Todoroki. I've been assigned as your partner for the foreseeable future."

"Hm." He brings a hand up, sliding a finger across his stinging lips. "Don't they got better things for the Assistant Director's.... nephew?"

"Son," Todoroki answers curtly. Oh, now that's interesting. Now what has this good boy done to get on daddy dearest's nerves to end up in a room chocked full of long-forgotten file cases? He watches Todoroki's eyes that are scanning the clutter heap on his desk. "Do you find things easier if it's all in one place?"

"Something like that."

"And where is the case you're currently working on? I'd like to put eyes on it, if you don't mind."

"That's sorta up to my discretion," he says, shoving his chair out to stand. "But there are recent incidents that might be connected to an old series of cases. Not sure if the Assistant Director told you, but I work on-"

"The X-Files. I'm aware," he says, fingering a manila folder dangling on the upper right corner of his desk. "People in the academy are... well aware of your track record."

"Aw, shucks. You sure know how to make a fella blush," Jin says as he finds the cabinet he's looking for and pulls out a drawer.

"Quickly and single-handedly solved several strings of murder and, rumor has it, high profile cases of espionage. A long list of accomplishments on top of your career only to ask to be put in some hotbox room full of campfire stories."

"Now you're just breakin' my heart, Todoroki," he says, pulling out a fat file. "Save the lecture for another time, though. Lemme ask you something. Know anything about Point Pleasant, West Virginia?"

"Can't say it rings a bell." Todoroki leans against the desk, somehow succeeding in not causing the mountains of reports and memos from collapsing and spilling across the floor.

"The local PD is gettin' swarmed with calls and visits from civilians crying foul. Most is damaged property, but no witnesses to these crimes."

"Of course."

"Well," Jin says and holds out the case file, well-worn and stuffed full of papers, "reports of attacks, 'specially near wooded areas. Victims are left with only scratches, cuts, some bruising. No one's sustained serious injury yet."

Todoroki takes the case file and begins flipping through it, bright blue eyes scanning the pages. "Any of them get a good look at the attacker?"

"Not one. Too dark, they say."

"Anything at all? Height? Gender? Distinguishing features?"

"Nothing, mostly."

"Mostly?"

"Well, victims report a fluttering sound right before being attacked. And a squeaking noise, like a huge rodent. Victims described the attack as coming from above.

"So, an animal attack."

Jin almost smiles. "And what native fauna do ya think is making these attacks?"

"An owl, most likely," Todoroki says, looking up to meet his gaze. "Nearly silent wings would explain the fluttering. I'm sure some owl species make a squeaking noise. It says here one victim thought they saw red eyes. Owls will have a reddish reflection to their eyes."

"And if you look more closely, two victims describe being almost lifted off the ground by the assailant. Know any owl that has that kind of strength?"

Todoroki slaps the file closed. "Probably just panic or exaggeration. Human memory isn't so reliable that I'd put any stock into supernatural claims. Can I ask what makes this related to the X-Files?"

Jin cocks his head, unable to hide the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Ever hear about the Silver Bridge Collapse of 1967?"

Todoroki narrows his eyes, presses his lips into a thin line. "Vaguely. The bridge was a marvel of engineering at the time. Its collapse was catastrophic and spurred the federal government to adhere to strict bridge regulations. What's that have to do-"

"That bridge connects two cities, one being Point Pleasant. People involved with the collapse reported seeing a strange entity in the sky that day. Big, winged. Red eyes. They call it the Mothman."

Todoroki is flipping through the file again, muttering under his breath as he does. When he lands on a page, he huffs. "Mothman? One of those folk monsters like, like the Sasquatch? The chupacabra?"

"Exactly!"

"And you think that this is what's causing all these problems? These attacks?"

"Look at older cases," Jin says, rounding so that he's at Todoroki's shoulder. He thumbs the file until the paper is yellow and the ink starting to fade. "Look here, a group of people driving. Says they heard fluttering and squeaking like a big mouse."

Todoroki flips ahead. "Even if I were to entertain this nonsense, here you can plainly see that there's a decades-long gap between these incidences. Unless you're suggesting that people stop reporting for a span of time-"

"Possibly!"

"Why is attacking again now? Why hasn't anyone reported sightings for multiple years?"

Jin breaks away to the whiteboard that's mostly covered in blue marker by now. "Maybe it's been awakened, maybe something bad is about to happen. People think that this creature is attracted to disaster, like the bridge collapse. Maybe a disaster has it in a frenzy."

"But it has to eat. Drink. Surely someone would have found signs of its existence if it-"

"If you're the only person in the world," Jin says, whipping around from the board to face his new partner, "who has seen clouds--if no one else knew what a cloud was, would you report it? If people live around weird events, their perception of what is normal is warped from the general population."

Todoroki opens his mouth, as if to fire off a new comment. But instead his mouth snaps shut.

"...Well?"

"I suppose what you're suggesting... is possible, in the sense that all things are possible."

Jin stares at him. His face brightens suddenly and he extends his hand to Todoroki. "I think I'm gonna look forward to working with you."

Todoroki hesitates briefly then accepts the shake. "Likewise. So. When do we leave?"

[perate-ind]

INTERNAL MEMO

Righty 'o lads debriefin time: we gettin things back ta business as ussal, still 'irin new pilots fer tests flights so if any o' a be willin pays decent - weapon smiths ya been asked ta move ova ta some new spects, check yer mail fer info - navs been pasterin me ta remind ya ta only use yer psionics fer important stuff n' not say, cheatin at cards...

Oh n' anyone a ya lads from tha junkas, boss wants a word with yas... somethin 'unrelated 'bout new "ground breakin" tech... think it was supposed to be a pun but not certain

now nuff lollygaggin get back ta work!

[hand-development-affairs]

Buck Wilde! ever get any memos accidentally that were addressed to the OTHER Buck?

...Hm.

Yknow, that would explain why ah've been gettin' memos tellin' me off fer wastin' money on things such as "gamblin", "The HR Lawsuits", and "marketin' for yer squishy little abomination that ya call yer infant son." Ah simply thought th' CFO was tellin' me off fer the cost o' my land development projects. And before ya askin how, just know that register-heads gotta coupla screws loose, if ya ask me. Threaten anythin' relating to his money- an' maybe the other heads, if the incident wit VP is anythin' to go by... loses all sense o' logic. Othar heads, ah get. Money. Ehh... he's a real city-folk type o' suit, ah'll say that at the very least.

Then again, whoever this other Buck is, if he's gettin' memos like THIS, ah have to wonder why he hasn't been fired yet. Ah would send them his way, but ah shread mosta the memos ah get if they aren't relevant t' mah pursuits.

[phillipcole]

Post-AGT Appearance 1324: Delilah November 13

The effort to boycott my album would have some success. Several stores would pull it from the shelves, some temporarily, some permanently. Many radio stations would circulate memos to not play any of the songs, play only 58-23 or not play any unless it makes the top 40. So last weekend 58-23 would be at 38, My fingers aren't the only thing that's Stiff at 64 and Yearning, Burning would have hit its peak at 94.

After voting in Nevada I would have flown to Trinidad for the November 6 funeral for a former husband of my wife's cousin. The next day I would fly back to Canada and arrive quite sick, unable to work for a week while the filming schedule fell further behind.

The Presidential election would have gone the same way except that Trump would have gotten all 4 electoral votes from Maine and the Democratic district in Nebraska for a 316-222 victory. Chase Oliver would have gotten 5% nationwide, third place, peaking at 12% in Vermont, with 10% in North Dakota, South Dakota and Oklahoma. His totals would have been more than the gap between Trump and Harris only in Maine and Michigan, but millions of people would blame me for Trump's victory. I would not need a new quote. Phillip would have woken up late Wednesday morning, heard the news and gone back into a coma. That would run as a scroll on the Colbert show the next 2 nights. As of today the Arizona Senate race would still be in doubt with the Republican (not Kari Lake because she would be Governor) leading. The Republicans would be looking forward to having 55 Senators next year with 42 Democrats and Independent Angus King of Maine starting a third term. In Vermont, thanks to ranked choice voting, Libertarian Matt Hill would have unseated Independent Bernie Sanders. With 7 House races undecided Republicans would have won 217, Democrats 203 and 8 Libertarians elected (6 in California, one each in Oregon and Colorado).

On Monday a fan of mine would have called Delilah asking to dedicate one of my songs to her mother in a nursing home. Delilah would have been aware of the album but wouldn't have it until tonight. Late in the first hour she would become the first-and almost the last-to play Does anyone remember that old Song.

PBC: I just checked in on the seventh floor.

They wheeled me in, then locked the door.

I have a feelin' I'll never see the other side.

This isn't like that rehab place.

There's empty looks on most ev'ry face,

And no one around in whom I can confide.

I don't know why they put me here.

I was workin' hard until last year.

So far no one has offered me a clue.

Even prison was better than this;

No dirty sheets, no smell of piss,

And there were lots of better things to do'

But maybe something will happen soon.

That lady's started playin' a tune,

But most folks here are gettin' the words wrong.

It was a hit when I was at my best,

Went to the dances finely dressed,

But for the first time it's hard to sing along.

Does anyone remember that old song>

(Musical interlude)

Chorus PBC: Does anyone remember that old song?

Does anyone remember that old song?

I used to sing it every day.

How can such a memory fade away?

Does anyone remember that old song?

(Musical interlude)

I tried to talk to the lady, but she was preoccupied.

It seems that in the very next room another patient died.

So I think I know where I am now, and there's no going back.

It's the last train to the afterlife, the last stop on the track.

I don't know how much time I have, but unless I'm very wrong

For the rest of my life I'll be saying, "Does anyone remember that old song?"

(Repeat chorus)

PBC: Does anyone remember, does anyone remember, does anyone remember that old song?

[tagging-ryme-city]

Rips is now, once again, open for asks. . .

@themeowsticvigilante

[little-fairy-forest]

The interview

pro hero Dynamight is questioned on his choice of partner. Will Dynamight be honest with the press about his secret love life?

Bakugo x gn! reader, fluff, romance, foreign reader, protective bakugo

Pro hero Dynamight wasn't interested in the whole world knowing about his private life. Numerous news outlets and journalists try and squeeze the tiniest amount of information out of the stern hero, ending with no information worthy for a click bate title for their blog.

Dynamight only shared what he sees as 'necessary' to the public. His workout routine? sure he will demonstrate what he does in the gym, what he eats in a day? sure but he does the voice over. He is very strict with what gets posted about him. He can't always choose what the press posts about him, knowing the hero will react a certain way if the information is twisted beyond belief.

You both wanted to make sure your relationship was private from the public as you liked your privacy. Even the slightest hint of bakugo having a partner will put you in danger of villains. So when Katsuki was approached by a tabloid to do a questionnaire, he insisted his assistant and manager triple checked the questions to make sure he was safe and prepared.

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"So Dynamight! Welcome to our annual hero questionnaire to start the hero year after the popularity polls - congratulations on number 5! that is an amazing achievement for a young hero like yourself. " The host asks bakugo as he waits for the questions to start. The sooner, the better so he can go home.

"Right, lets get into the questions, firstly how did you and your partner meet"? the interviewer was listening with big ears as Bakugo huffs and bluntly explains how you guys met

"They where workin' with Earphone jack, they arrived to Red Riots birthday a few years back. Couldn't take my eyes of em" Katsuki says with a small smirk paired with a light chuckle back on the fond memory

"That's wonderful, Did you wait long before getting together after meeting?" Katsuki slumps back in his chair, thinking about his answer before replying to the eager interviewer

"After a few dates I asked them just before I dropped them home, Couldn't let them make the first move– I'll always be number 1" Katsuki says with a shit eating grin on his face as he waits for the next question confidently,

"That's so sweet, but why did you want to date a foreigner? do they understand much Japanese at all?" The interviewer didn't seem to pick up on the level of disgust his question brought to the hero in front of him. More questions like this, and he will blow a fuse

"What type of fuckin Question is that huh? Doesn't mater to me where they're from. Once they aren't a pain in the ass" Katsuki tries to blow over the question like his agent told him to when he is asked an inappropriate question. Unfortunately this interviewer didn't get the memo.

"Is this an arranged quirk marriage?" The interviewer jumps straight to the question most of Bakugos haters want to know. He has a large follow across the world, but his haters really know how to piss him off. They can say all they want about him, but you? that's too fucking far for this blond boy

"So what? you thinking we're gettin married for some quirk marriage or some shit? what makes you think that, huh? because they have a cool fuckin quirl? or is it because they're from (home country) and Japan is on the decline of arranged quirk marriages?" Katsuki asks sternly as he sits up in his heat, He was moments away from blasting the man in front of him to the moon if he even dared make a racist comment about you next

"Look at the people from that country! they're in need of strong quirks as their ratio to quirkless to quirk users in on the decline. They also seem very comfy in your penthouse sitting on their ass all day, rather working a hard job like you do Dynamight. No hate is meant from my answer, but it is alright of you having an arranged quirk marriage. " How dense was this interviewer. Bakugo has found a hater who clearly is asking biased questions. None of his real fans would care who where why when and how he gets married.

"They work so god damn hard. They don't need the media blowing smoke up their ass for just lifting a finger like most pros sniff for. Not only do they own their own franchise, but they are also the ambassador of (luxury brand) . What do you do? except asking people invasive questions all day?" The film crew was hinting to the interviewer to cut the questions short before the explosive hero kicks off.

"Think we're done here, don't message my team." Katsuki stood up before walking off the set, leaving the interviewer pissed off as he wanted to ask more invasive questions to the fiery hero. Too bad he didn't follow the script

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@heronews247 : pro hero Dynamight storms of out interview after hurtful remarks towards his fiance !😲 follow for more updates 🔔

@heronews247 : pro hero Dynamight threatens any news outlit with a lawsuit if they make racist comments towards his fiance 🤯

@Ilovedynamight33 : any true Dynamight fan knows not to make fun of y/n! they give us all the gossip! 😍❤️

@RedRiot : very manly 🥹💪@OfficalGodDynamight stading up for y/n!

@OfficalGodDynamight : Whisper lies about @y/nlovelylife your days are numbered.

-> Masterlist

[enchanted-lightning-aes]

Behind the Curtains

A/N: just a tale of Tegan and her pals from Lines of A Script to Ignore! Where they’re doing their job and run into some inconveniences.^^

Word Count: 794

TW: None

***

"Is everyone ready for this?" Liandri asks. "I know I am."

"Glad to see someone prepared in advance," Pham grumbles. They flail their arms at the sides. "I should have had a warning label!"

Keeara twirls a lock of her lavender dreadlocks. "Can I be honest? I so did not get any memo it'd be today."

Pham huffs a heavy breath, harrumphing. "See? We are so gonna mess this up! If I'd known we'd be assigned to this, I wouldn't have thrown those previous props for nothin'."

With a shrug, Yu-Phin slides her phone over a table. "You're just gettin' antsy, no need to freak out. We can sort this out before things start."

Tegan drums her fingers along a script's cover.

She'd have an input, however, it might not allay Pham's current issues. They're worked up for today's agenda.

Behind the stage wings, they're lounging across backstage. Surrounded by decorations needing to be arranged across the stage. They're only missing some items to finish the look they need.

Since she worked at Boulevard Theatre, she managed to find a group of friends. Thanks to their mutual love of musicals and plays, they've developed a bond. They may have different skillsets, however, they have a common ground. She hadn't imagined how she'd be involved in such.

Prior to this, she only had two close friends, who she still hangs out with regularly. Despite how they might be busy with their own jobs as well.

Yet she has a balance between all the friends she's got. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

"I mean as long as we do fine," Tegan says, propping her chin at the back of her hand. "We won't have much trouble."

"Who am I to complain? We're gonna get glamorous costumes," Liandri says with a blissful sigh. "A bit of mystery with 1920's Harlem flair!"

Yu-Phin grins. "Yeah! It's what I've been waiting for weeks! If things go well, it's gonna be glamorous and chic!"

"Can't argue with that." Keeara tilts her head to the side, adjusting her cardigan sleeves.

Pham plops down on a crate, frowning. "I suppose I probably need to chill out."

"Just 'probably', huh?" A corner of Tegan's mouth rises.

Some of the others snicker at her usage of air quotes. Pham throws a glare, only knitting their brows together. They tug on their beanie, aiming it at her. As if they'd smack her with it like a glove.

Eh. She'd like to see them try.

"Don't be imprudent, young lady!" Pham lightly swats it on her upper arm, tsking. They raise their head. "Shameful! No one taught you manners?"

The rest of her friends begin cracking up, hooting and hollering at their antics. Tegan shrugs, stifling a chuckle threatening to take over her.

"To be fair, you look like you're about to break into a soliloquy."

"Hey! Take that back! This instant!"

"Whoa, let's not get hasty!" Yu-Phin saunters, blocking Pham's way to her. She lifts a hand. "We got priorities to focus on."

"Of course," Pham mutters, taking a step back. "Anyways, don't we need some backgrounds? I'd have got it done if I'd known."

"We can split into groups," Liandri suggests, her expression placid. As if she wasn't about to witness a beatdown. "Alright: Keerara and Pham, y'all go to a store to buy a background. Or print one."

Keeara nods as Pham crosses their arms, striking a rebellious sort of aura. Tegan flicks a glance at Keeara, who compresses her lips.

Tegan dusts her shirt. "I'm sure we can get this done by tomorrow."

"Yup, the production won't start until next week," Yu-Phin adds, clapping. "For now, we got to set things up."

"Alright, sure." Pham beckons at a path at a corner.

As Keeara goes after Pham, Liandri and Yu-Phin examine the props and things they've got.

They gathered the boxes containing different types of props to set the stage up. It had been a Renaissance-themed sort of play. Masquerade balls and all that jazz.

Initially, she had been hesitant of the concept. It had been rather unconventional even for this theatre company. However, her interest started rising as she reevaluated on what it presented to the table, so to speak.

"Okay then!" Yu-Phin saunters towards a pile of boxes, flourishing them. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Liandri chuckles, patting her at the back. They both squeal and laugh again. Tegan grins, moving her folder back into her backpack.

Someday if she progresses in her job, this will lead her to bigger things. If her own musical launches, she looks forward to these shenanigans on opening night.

With her friends preparing to unpack the décor, Tegan follows them. She picks up a package, scanning on what wonders it contains.

***

[ambria]

better off // Sirius Black

Sweetener x Marauders

play ‘better off’ by Ariana Grande <3

pairing: sirius black x reader

word count: 1.4K ✨

warnings: ANGST, siri being a sad boy :(, HEART BREAK! a couple of curse words?

A/N: omg I literally cried writing this because I hate sad endings but I couldn’t really end this one on a good note because of the song. I TRIED but then it wouldn’t make sense so IM SORRY!

I also tried to keep the genders as neutral as possible.

My love'll have you fall to your knees

Who would've thought that Sirius Orion Black would fall in love with someone. And that person just so happened to be you.

But you had been hurt too much in life. And a relationship was something you didn't want. It only caused heartbreak and you would rather save yourself from that.

You and Sirius Black have a sorta-relationship, well a friends-with-benefits one. One strictly with no strings attached. But I don't think he got the memo. And to be honest neither did you.

You had fallen for the Black boy, and so did he for you. But you were not about to let him in and risk pain.

Steering clear of any headaches to start

And if we're being honest

You made it clear to him that this wasn't love. Just a quick fuck to blow away any frustraions. But as the months went on you both started to slowly fall for eachother. But you were way more better at hiding it.

I'd rather your body than half of your heart

Which leads to where you are right now. In bed. With Sirius. In his dorm room while his friends are out.

You’d just got done with some mind blowing sex, but thats all it was. Sex. With a boy whom you have fallen for.

You don’t stay and talk, so you quickly pick up all of your clothes and start to get dressed. You rush out the door with nothing more than a ‘Bye. See you later’.

Which he wouldn't admit, hurt him because he thought you didn't care. But what he didn't know was that was far from the truth.

Sirius stayed awake in his bed, after you left, staring at the ceiling. The only thought going through his mind right now is how much he loves you and wants to be with you.

But we can't always get what we want, right?

Or jealous-ridden comments

The next day during breakfast in the Great Hall, Sirius is sitting with his group of friends, the Marauders.

As he's eating he sees you making your way into the hall. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time and sees you walking over to the hufflepuff table. He furrowed his eyebrows wondering where you're going.

The thing he sees starts to make his blood boil,

You are kissing a hufflepuff on the cheek.

Sirius glares at the poor hufflepuff the whole time you're over there. All of his friends give him sympathy looks knowing how much their friend loved you.

After watching the sad reaction on Sirius’ face James speaks up,

“You know it's kind of ironic that you, Sirius Black, have fallen in love with someone. You're literally known as the school playboy”

That come when you let in them feelings

That I don't want

That snaps him out of his little love struck trance,

“You're right. I am Sirius Black. I can have anybody I want.” He smirks, cockily. James laughs.

Remus shakes his head and mutters,

“Not everyone.” Referring to you, and Sirius heard him which makes him glare at his werewolf friend.

I never let 'em know too much

Hate gettin' too emotional, yeah

What he doesn't know is that you are slowly trying to distance yourself from him and move on. You know what they say ‘get over somebody, while getting under someone else.’

But you don't know that you're hurting the boy while doing it.

I'm better off without 'em

I'm better off being a wild one

At night you stay up. Just looking at the ceiling and thinking about life. Maybe a life with Sirius, but then you remember that you are no good for him. That you're broken and that he deserves and could do way better.

Sirius is doing the exact same thing in his dorm as the boys sleep. He tells himself that he's no good for you and that he's broken and you deserve more. He tries to deny the fact that he should start moving on, but he can't think of life without you so he keeps hope that one day you can finally be together.

Go on and face it, I'll never be ready for you, ready for you

I swear my love is a curse, make you handle my shoes

You and Sirius are having a night on the astronomy tower. Something completely new to you guys, you thought it would be cool. To have sex, under the stars. Ironic right?

You guys are in the middle of a heated makeout session, but Sirius' mind is somewhere else.

You're kissing down his neck and he suddenly stops you. You look at him confused,

“What is this? What are we?” he nervously, asked. You look at him weirdly but still answer,

“We are friends, obviously. Who occasionally fuck. That's all we are and that's all we’ll ever be.”

Every word breaks your heart but it also breaks his. Not that either are aware of the others feelings.

“So thats it just a ‘quick fuck’?” He said, sadly. You roll your eyes annoyed,

“Where is all of this coming from? Come on.” You go back to kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt.

Let's put them topics to bed and go

Fuck on the roof, just to say that we did it

After you both are done you quickly get dressed again. He is staring at you while you get changed. You're buttoning up your shirt when he decides to speak again,

“Are you sure that's what we’ll ever be?”

‘No. I want more.’ You thought but saying that would mean admitting your feelings and you don't want to do that.

So you just look at him like you're annoyed and play your part,

You keep insisting I listen to your proposition

I dismiss them all, no offence, yeah

“Did you catch feelings? Cause if you did that breaks the whole point of this arrangement and we can't do this anymore.” His eyes go wide,

“No- No. I didn't.” he denied, “I’m just making sure you don’t.”

Again those words break your heart but again it also breaks his too.

You nod and walk down the tower to get back to your dorm.

Sirius stands there looking up at the sky and one thought goes through his mind,

‘It's time to move on now’ he collects his things and makes his way down the tower.

Steering clear of any headaches to start

And if we're being honest

When you get back to your dorm you see that your friends/roommates are still awake talking. When they see you and your disheveled state they know what just happened.

“So how was the sex?” One of them asks. You look at them bewildered,

“How do you know?” They just ignore your question.

“When are you going to tell him you love him.” You looked shocked as they all nod their head in agreement at the question asked.

“I- I don't--’’ You stutter out,

“Yes you do. Don't even deny it. Tell him before it's too late.” They all make sounds of agreement before they all head to bed and go to sleep.

I'd rather your body than half of your heart

Or jealous-ridden comments

You sit on your bed and contemplate what your friends said. As you start thinking more and more on it you know that you need Sirius. One thought hits you,

‘I love him’

At that you jump up from your bed and gather your shoes and rush out the door.

That come when you let in them feelings that I don't want

I never let 'em know too much

You run around every corner in the castle searching for the boy hoping he didn't go back to his room yet. You knew that he liked to stay out before going back for a bit.

As you keep going you remember that he likes to sit by the black lake and watch the moonlight reflect on the water.

You rush off to the Black Lake. As you are looking around you finally see him in the distance standing by the lake.

You smile and start to make your way over to him.

Hate gettin' too emotional, yeah

As you get closer your eyebrows furrow. He seemed to be talking to someone but you keep making your way over to him

Your jaw drops and your eyes start to water. Your heart breaking into a million pieces.

There he was. Sirius Black kissing someone else.

So that I'm better off not being around ya

****

Taglist: @blackpinkdolan @padsfirewhisky @poulterfilms

[minruko]

Last minute Christmas shopping

Mini chats- this was so funny to me, I’m like lemme just, this is inspired by the cute little party they have so like 😗

I like to think i’m funny <3

but like this may be my biggest crack post yet

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

IZUKU MIDORIYA

↳ So like he honestly lost track of time with training with One for All n whatnot

↳You just scrambled into his room askin him if he wanted to join you on a last minute shopping trip for Kaminari

↳He smiled at you and nodded cause he honestly needed to buy a gift too

↳Y’all walked around the store before it hit you, maybe he would want something from the electronic section

↳He just stared at you before processing it he told you “Y/N are you sure you want to go in there? It’s a war zone”

↳ “Oh right.” Thinking you backed down he breathed a sigh of relief UNTIL he saw you putting yo damn bonnet on

↳ “Y/N-”

↳ You cut him off and said “Be ready to dip when I come back runnin.” You left before he even got to protest

↳Now when you got to the isle you saw two people fighting over some switch customization kit or whateva

↳ “Do y’all want that or??” , the woman snapped at you and said “What do you think?”

↳You did that thing where you brush your tongue ova your teeth and nodded your head and said “Okay okay”

↳You turned around and used your quirk to keep them in place then grabbed the box and bolted

↳You hopped in the cart and told him to step on in, he was confused as hell but just started to run “Hey, hun which isle should w-“ “SELF CHECKOUT”

↳ “What about Uraraka’a gift?” You stuck your hand out and grabbed some mochi on a passing rack, “Bam done and done”

↳Mane I don’t think he has eva seen you in such a rush, you had to swipe the item 10 times cause you were goin too fast

↳When yall got out the store you looked at him and said “What’s the fastest way back.”

↳Yall made it back in one piece ✨

Bonus cause I think I’m funny💛:

↳It was the day of the party, y’all had the TV on in the background while y’all opened gifts

↳You gave your gift to Kaminari and told him “Here you go, it was uh a ride getting this.” ON QUEUE

↳The fuckin news channel came on and the news report was

↳ “Student uses quirk to snag last minute deal!”

↳Mina was like “Hey Y/N that looks like your bonnet.”

↳Everyone turned to look at you and you said “Mane what y’all staring at dont yall got gifts to open?”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

↳Honestly he really didn’t feel like going out so he kept on pushing it to the side until the deadline came closer

↳He just walked up to you in the dorms and asked you if you wanted to go shoppin with him

↳ You had to get a gift for Satou so you agreed

↳Gettin a gift for him seemed simple maybe something related to baking will do

↳ Bakugo finished his shopping pretty quickly he just picked up a book on common sense for Mineta and called it a day

↳ You on the other hand, we’re making a plan to conquer the kitchen isle

↳To which he called you a dumbass and you said “Memo to me beat yo ass later” you said jokingly of course

↳He told you to just go in there and grab your item, you sighed and just walked up to the isle

↳You walked into the isle and just grabbed the mixer, you were about to head out until someone behind you cleared their throat

↳You turned around and raised your brow, you were gonna talk some sense into them but that was way beyond your black ass

↳They put their hand on your shoulder and you sighed with irritation “Listen I got places to be so like if you could not touch me.”

↳They told you “Who are you talking to?”

↳You sighed “I didn’t wanna pull this card but-“

↳You called for help playin the helpless child card, when someone came to help you, you smiled sweetly, when the person who was agruing with you was getting scolded you flicked them off with a smile

SHOUTO TODOROKI

↳ He put I’d off cause he didn’t really know what to get Mina for their little Christmas party

↳ And your lazy ass not wanting to go do the damn store you lazy hoe get up

↳You asked him if he wanted to join you, he said yes and said he took y’all to some mall and you stood there like 🧍🏾 WITH WHAT MONEY

↳Next store yall walked into the next store and as soon as y’all walked through the doors there was a crowd fight yall both said “😐😑😐”

↳And fuckin left eventually he settled for some shoes for Mina remembering how she loved to dance

↳You walked into a store with with some cute Teddy bears which you assumed Yaomomo would like

↳Todoroki looked at you and asked you if you found anything and pointed to a big bear, and soon as you grabbed it a fight broke out with someone shouting “THERES ANOTHER ONE” you yelled “YALL DEADASS?”

↳You gave Todoroki the bear and told him to run to the cash register knowin full well people scrambling ova a sale don’t wanna catch a case against a rich person

↳Went this big ass crowd came running up to you, you shrugged and said “ I don’t have it y’all.”

↳ When they left cause they spotted a store clerk you sighed a breath of relief

↳You smiled to yourself as you walked over to meet Todoroki at the register

Hehe bonus:

↳At the party you gave Momo the teddy’s bear and she smiled and said “Aww thanks Y/N, it would go great with the hundred others I have at home!”

↳You done said 😐😑😐

↳You sucked your teeth and said “Where my bonnet at.”

↳Todoroki guided you away from Momo knowing full well you were pissed cause you almost got trampled over a damn bear

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[shyflameweasel]

This is in the same universe as this. I honestly have no clue why I wrote this but here it is.

Once more, your impromptu roommates never cease to amaze you. Its still up in the air on whether or not that was a good thing however. So instead of anymore health questions (you think it stopped cause at one point someone hurled on the carpet) things had relatively settled into some form of mad normality.

Until the new neighbors got involved. They moved in maybe a week ago and seemed relatively normal at the time. It wasn’t that they were crazies or a bunch of murders, which was apparently your house instead, nope. It was that they seemed to think that they had the full reign to be in everyone’s business while letting their kids run amok. And that as neighbors they could bug you at all hours of the day for ‘neighborly favors’. You don’t mind helping someone out now and again. But you draw the line at someone complaining that your door wasn’t unlocked for them to waltz right in.

‘Oh I’m sooo sorry about that. Here let me give you my bank information, the keys to my house, my social security and my ID. Ya nooo.’

You refused to be pushed around like that. And it wasn’t much better when one of their spawn ‘At this point you couldn’t call them kids but calling them gremlins would be an insult to the gremlins’ for some reason were just...looking through your window cause that’s an entirely normal thing to do and saw one of your roommates. How do you know that? Because they told you after banging on your front door and trying to force themselves into your home demanding to quote unquote see the alien.

It was a bit of a hassle but you had managed to get out of the door to close it behind you so they wouldn’t try to get into the house. Leaving yourself and the two kids outside. The older of the two, a little girl of nine, stamped her foot. “We wanna see the alien!” she harrumph, glaring as well as small child could. Her little brother, six years old, nodded his head. 

“Ok, why do you think there’s an alien in my house?” “Cause we saw them in the kitchen.” “Well you’re wrong there- wait” you paused for a second realizing something. You’re kitchen couldn’t be seen from the front window so that would mean... “Why were you looking in my window? More importantly why were you in my backyard?” “Bored.” You take a deep, calming, breath in. It wouldn’t do anything if you got mad at the kids. It took a lot of convincing that no, there was no ‘alien’ and that they wouldn’t be taking them on any space adventures. Luckily they didn’t throw their normal fit and headed back home.

You thought that was the end of that...until a couple days later another neighbor, this one non-crazy, came up to you. Apparently the spawn you caught trying to break into your house had told their mom you had an ‘alien’ living with you. But she took that as a different kind of alien and started spreading that you had an illegal person living with you. You may not have been too sure if the dudes could legally be at your house since they were a completely different species but still! Thanking them you went back to your house, neither of the parents would be back for a couple hours so you had to wait.

You fell face first into your couch groaning. These people have been trouble from day one. “Hey, you okay there?” Reluctantly removing your head from the cushion, you saw Deimos standing in the hallway. You gave a half-hearted wave before face planting back into the couch with a grumble. Maybe you could put off the inevitable headache. Apparently he didn’t get the memo as a few moments later something poked your cheek. Repeatedly.

Tilting your head enough to uncover an eye, you glared at his toothy grin. “Ah come on. No need for that. Why not tell little old me what’s got ya panties in a twist?” You considered that for a moment. They had heard you complain about the neighbors before. (”If they’re so annoying why not kill them?” “Hank, no. That’s illegal.” “Not in Nevada.” “Well your Nevada was a free for all murder fest.”)

Grumbling, you momentarily drop your plans of suffocation by cushion and sit up. “It’s the neighbors again.” You think he raised his eyebrow, kinda hard to tell from his lack of eyes. “Again? What they asking ya to babysit their brats again or gettin huffy about ya not lettin them come over.” Groaning you drag your hand over your face, “No, the mom’s spreading rumors that I have illegals in my house.” “Illegals?” “People that got into the country without a passport and paperwork.”

Deimos seemed slightly confused at that “Huh. And that’s bad why?” You reconsider your suffocation plan “It’s bad because if someone believes what she says they could call the cops.” He snorts. “No I’m serious Deimos, I have no clue how they would react to you guys. If they don’t arrest you for not being...y’know” you gestured to all of him “Plus I’m pretty sure you guys are living here free.” “One rude and two we pay rent.” “Dude I’m pretty sure you’re all committing tax evasion.” You had absolutely no clue how they were even paying rent and a part of you didn’t want to know.

Shaking that thought and its implications away, you get back on some tract. “I’m gonna try talking to the mom when she gets home from work in a couple hours to try and fix this mess. Hopefully things will go my way.” You really hope you didn’t jinx yourself...

And you jinxed yourself. When you tried to talk to her she did her best to brush you off. And when you brought up how her kids shouldn’t be in a strangers backyard she had the gall to laugh at you. Not only had she not punished her kids for basically trespassing on your property, she congratulated them on finding out about your ‘alien’ friend. If this woman wasn’t crazy you’d eat your favorite hat. So after unsuccessfully trying to talk some sense into the woman she slammed the door in your face. Sighing, you decided that you’ll try to catch the husband before he leaves for work tomorrow and see if he could talk some sense into his wife.

You’re pretty sure this is where things seemingly went off the rails. Because after having just as much luck with the husband as you did his wife, you didn’t hear from them for about two weeks. When you did hear from them it was when you got home to see a moving truck in their freeway and a for sale sign in the front yard. Catching a glimpse of them the parents looked disheveled and twitchy. Trying to catch their attention had them flinching and scrambling back into the house when they saw that it was you.

You found that a bit weird but went inside anyway to be greeted by a smug atmosphere. Deimos was sitting on the couch with a laptop but turned to you with a sharp toothed smirk. You had a gut feeling that something had happened that you wouldn’t like. It was proven right. “So I saw that the neighbors are movin out. Pretty weird I gotta say.” “Deimos-” “Real shame, they seemed like such nice folks.” “Deimos.” “They were just getting settled in and everythin.” “Deimos!” That got him to quiet down but did nothing for his shit eating grin. “What. Did. You. Do.”

Apparently he and the others took offense to the possibility of law enforcement. (”Not like it would do much but it would be annoying to loose a cozy place like this.”) So they, not including 2BDamned who seemed to be the only one with some kind of sense, decided to go to war with the neighbors. Which included but not limited to: messing with their cars, hacking their computers, ominously standing somewhere they weren’t supposed to be, sharpening weapons, moving everything in the house slightly off by an inch. Three fully grown and fully trained men decided that one annoying family in the suburbs was a threat.

You stood there blinking unable to grasp exactly you just heard. So you did the next best thing. Go straight to your room and sleep because you sure as hell did not know how you ended up with these loons.

[angelmavmurdock]

Our Little Secret: Part Two - A.R.

Word count: 2880 Summary: Lenora introduces y/n and Arvin and something seems to spark between the two of them. 

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Arvin's POV

I got home from work at 4 which was early for working in the mines.

"Afternoon, Earskell." I nodded my head as I walked up the stairs to the porch of the house where Uncle Earskell sat on a rocking chair.

"Afternoon, boy." He nodded to me.

I walked inside and took my jacket and cap off, sitting them on the side table by the door.

"Grandma?" I called through the house.

"Kitchen!" She replied.

I walked through the house and into the kitchen where Grandma was cooking.

"Hey," I kissed her on the cheek.

"You're back early," She smiled.

"Yeah, we got off for the weekend." I said, sitting down at the table.

"That's great. You need your sleep." She stroked my hair.

I smiled weakly, "I know."

Grandma went back to cooking and I looked around with my brows furrowed.

"Where's Lenora?" I asked curiously.

Grandma sighed, "She said she'd be studying after school so I guess she's just caught up. She knows to come home by 5."

I clenched my jaw. I was very protective of Lenora. Probably too protective. I hated the fact that she wasn't home straight after school. She could be getting harassed by those god darn bullies again. The boys in that popular group of school always torment her. She does nothing wrong, Lenora is the kindest and sweetest girl out there, she wouldn't hurt a fly, but that's what those assholes like.

"She should be home straight after school, Grandma." I shook my head.

"She's nearly 18, Arvin, you have to let her become her own woman without you shadowing her."

"She's hardly a woman, Grandma. She's gettin' bullied senseless by those popular boys." I scowled.

The popular group in school never liked people like Lenora who were smart and kind and timid, that's why they prey on her. They never liked me much but after a handful of fist fights, they got the memo to stop. Anyway, I was out of school so it didn't matter.

We heard the front door open and I snapped my head around. Lenora had come in with a huge smile on her face, looking almost flushed with glee as she skipped through the house.

I stood up, "Where the hell have you been?" I asked sternly, looking down at her.

"Woah, Arv, what's wrong?" She asked, her brows furrowed.

"Did those boys hurt you? I'll kill them-"

"No! They didn't!" She smiled, holding my shoulders.

"Then where were you?"

"I met a girl who's new to town and we got to talkin'! Oh she's lovely, we're already close!" She beamed, sitting next to me at the table.

I squinted and joined her, "Who is she?"

"Her name is y/n. She's from New York, can you believe it?! And she lives up-state with her mother - who is from Ohio originally - and her father."

"She lives up-state? And she's friends with you?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Yes, Arvin. She's so nice. You'd expect her to be really mean because she's in the popular group but-"

"Nuh-uh. No way. You are not hanging out with a girl from that group." I pointed at her.

Grandma called uncle Earskell inside and sat our dinner in front of us.

"Why? She's not like the rest of them, Arv. She's really nice and we'll be hanging out a lot more so expect to see her around." She smiled.

I shook my head, "They'll be playing with you, Lenora."

"No they're not! She told me she doesn't even like them! She's just in the group because she was new and everyone was goin' crazy over the fact she was rich and from New York." She took a bite of her food.

"She don't sound like good news to me." I shook my head.

"Arvin, Lenora can be friends with whoever she wants. You should invite her over for dinner." Grandma smiled.

"Oh she'd love that!"

I rolled my eyes and continued eating, a scowl on my face.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was Wednesday and I was waiting outside of the high school to pick Lenora up. She didn't mention going to see her mother's grave but just in case, I came along. I waited outside, lighting a cigarette as I watched some students flee the grounds before the bell. My elbow rested outside the window, breathing in the smoke then blowing it out and breathing in fresh air.

The bell rang and not even a minute later kids were flowing out the doors. I watched them, trying to spot Lenora and any of the assholes that would follow.

I turned the radio up and kept watch, she was usually one of the first out. I was getting angsty. Where is she?

I nearly got out the car to search for her but I saw her arm in arm with a girl in a cheerleading uniform.

The cheerleader was beautiful. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail by a yellow ribbon and her skin was glowing. The cheerleading uniform was a yellow and blue cropped top, showing her midriff, and a white pleated skirt with white frilly socks and soft shoes. They were walking out together, laughing and Lenora looked really happy. I smiled briefly but I remembered...

That's the popular girl.

"Arvin!" Lenora exclaimed, waving at me.

They jogged over together, looking at me through the car window. The cheerleader seemed shy.

"This is y/n, remember I told you about her?"

I moved my eyes over to her, scanning her body from her shoes to her eyes. She blushed and gulped, looking away.

"Vaguely." I commented, blowing smoke out of my mouth.

"Well, Grandma said it was okay for her to come over for dinner so could you take us back home?" Lenora asked.

I licked my back teeth, looking at Lenora's hopeful face to y/n's awkward one.

I sighed, "Fine."

They squealed with joy and they got in the car; Lenora next to me and y/n in the backseat.

I drove off and we sat in silence, letting the music play through the radio into the car.

"So, y/n, you're here from New York?" I asked, throwing the cigarette butt out the window.

She nodded, "Yeah."

"You live up-state?"

She nodded again, "Yeah."

I looked at her through the rear-view mirror.

"You don't speak much do you?" I asked.

"Depends on who I'm talking to." She retorted.

I bit my tongue and held back a smile. She definitely wasn't the shy girl she seemed to be.

"You're accent is southern, how do you get that from living in the big city?"

"My mother is from Ohio. Not Coal Creek but she lived here her whole childhood so I just inherited her accent." She spoke but didn't look at me.

"But your daddy's from New York?"

"Yeah."

"I'm guessing you were the popular girl back in the city, huh?" I asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror.

She licked her teeth, turning her head and looking back at me.

"Yeah but I don't like it. It just happens." She shrugged.

I nodded slowly, thinking of my next question. I was just trying to catch her out. I needed her to say something nasty so I could tell Lenora never to talk to her again.

"Where about up-state are you?" I finally asked.

"Fernpark House." She said.

"Fernpark House?" I repeated, turning around to look at her in shock.

I didn't realise she was that rich.

"Arvin!" Lenora whisper-shouted at me.

I turned back around and didn't ask any more questions.

Fucking Fernpark House. The biggest house in the whole village, maybe even the whole fucking state.

I drove the girls back to the house and they leapt out the car as soon as I came to a stop.

"Careful, Lenora!" I shouted after her as she and y/n jumped up the stairs.

I shook my head and sighed, turning the car off and getting out. I walked up the stairs and nodded to Uncle Earskell again.

"Hey boy, who's that girl?" Earskell asked.

I sighed, leaning against the wooden pillar at the top of the porch stairs and bringing another cigarette out. I cupped my hand over it and lit the end, inhaling then exhaling.

"Lenora's new friend, y/n."

"y/n? That don't sound like an Ohio name."

"She's new from New York. Popular, rich, city girl. Livin' up state in Fernpark house."

"Fernpark? Damn boy, she's doin' good for herself." He chuckled.

"Yeah well, somethin's off about her. No popular kid's ever wanted to hang out with Lenora. I bet it's a set up." I shook my head, taking another breath of tobacco.

Uncle Earskell shook his head, "Just cause she a cheerleader don't mean nothin'. You gotta stop being so darn protective over Lenora."

"How can I stop when those jocks are after her?" I raised my voice.

I sighed, "Sorry, it's just frustrating I can't do nothin' about it. Now one of them is in our house?"

"That's an innocent girl, Arvin. Not a 6 feet tall hooligan wantin' to harass a young girl. Let it go."

I dropped the cigarette and squashed it with my foot, "Easier said than done."

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

We sat down for dinner at the usual time. I sat next to Uncle Earskell while Lenora and y/n sat opposite. They had a whisper fight about who would sit where and I couldn't tell if she didn't want to sit across from me or Earskell but she sat in front of me. I lifted my glass to my lips, watching her over the crystal as she sat down.

She was beautiful and looked innocent. Her skin looked soft and glowing and the smile she seemed to constantly wear was almost infectious...and I'm not a smiler.

Grandma served us food and she sat at the head of the table, next to Uncle Earskell and Lenora.

"Let's pray." She smiled before everyone dipped their head.

"Heavenly father..."

I looked up from my lap like I usually did. I wasn't religious or a prayer so I usually just stared into space. But this time, I had somethin' to look at. I looked up and y/n was sitting opposite me, eyes clearly open but kept lowered to be respectful. I watched her with my head still tilted down, looking at the way her mouth twitched side to side with awkwardness. She must have felt my gaze on her because she looked up and we caught eyes. A small smile lifted my lips and she flashed a genuine smile at me. It was our little secret.

"The power and the glory forever, amen."

We all lifted our heads and dug into the food. Grandma spoke to y/n most of the time and she gleefully complied, chatting away. Grandma clearly already loved her. I seemed to be the only one wary of her antics.

It hit 9 o'clock and I was sitting in the living room listening to the radio, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I heard Lenora's door open and she came out with y/n who still had her uniform on and carried her backpack on one shoulder.

"Thank you so much Mrs Russel for havin' me." She smiled to Grandma as she got up to say goodbye.

"Oh please, call me Emma, and it was no trouble at all, darlin'." Grandma rubbed y/n's back.

"Are your parents outside?" Lenora asked.

"Oh no, they're not collectin' me I'll just be walkin' home." She smiled.

"Nonsense, you are not walkin' alone at this time of night with that outfit on." Grandma said.

I kept my back to everyone, prayin' Grandma didn't call on me.

"Arvin,"

I clenched my eyes shut in annoyance, knowing what she was about to ask.

"Why don't you take y/n home?"

"Oh no please, I don't wanna be no trouble-" y/n began to protest, probably knowing how much I didn't want to.

"No, come on Arvin. He'll take you no problem." Grandma smiled at me.

I sat my glass down and rubbed the cigarette out on the ash tray.

"No problem at all." I said, standing up.

"Great...thank you." She smiled.

While y/n said goodbye to everyone I grabbed my cap and jacket with my keys inside. I opened the door for her and she quietly thanked me on the way out. Lenora stood by the door and waited on us. We got into the car and it was already awkward. I turned the car on and we buckled in, waving to Lenora as I reversed out and drove away.

I turned the radio up once we got on the straight road.

"Pretty woman, walking down the street,"

I heard y/n's soft hum as she listened to the radio. I looked over at her. She had her elbow outside the car and rested her head on her hand, letting the wind fawn over her face. Some of her hairs became loose but she didn't mind. She looked gorgeous.

"Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet,"

"Do you know where you're goin'?" She asked softly, still not looking at me.

"Yeah I know the way." I said.

"No one could look as good as you."

"You like the radio?" I asked, coughing awkwardly.

She nodded with a smile, "I love music."

I smiled slightly, "Me too."

"What's your favourite song?" She asked, turning her head to look at me.

I shrugged, "Don't have one. I just listen to whatever's on the radio."

She moved more so she would be facing me.

"You don't have a favourite song?" She asked, a smile spread across her face.

"No." I smiled briefly at her then focused on the road again.

She paused for a second, looking at me.

"Hmm." She hummed, sitting normally in the seat again.

"Pretty woman, won't you pardon me,"

"Well, this is one of my favourite songs." She said.

I looked over to her, "Yeah? Why?"

"He talks about her nicely." She smiled.

I scoffed, "That's what makes you like a song? If a man talks of a woman nicely?"

"Well yes, it's important that a man talks about a woman nicely. Or else he's just a sick bastard on the highway to hell." She commented.

I scoffed a laugh which turned into a chuckle. She laughed too. Again with that somewhat dark humour you wouldn't expect a girl like her to have.

I turned up on Fernpark drive and kept driving through the wooded area. The road was real smooth, unlike everywhere else in this town. That's when you knew you were well off.

"You can just drop me here-"

"No need, I'll drop you outside your house."

"But my ma and daddy might see you and think-"

She stopped mid-way through her sentence.

I looked over to her. Her mouth was open, not saying anything like she had frozen in time.

"Your ma and daddy might see me and think what?" I prompted.

She was gonna say somethin' about my tatted clothes and my rusty car. Somethin snobby. I had her, finally.

"They might think we've been...you know..." She fiddled with her fingers.

I held back a smirk cause' I knew what she was implying. I just wanted to hear her say it.

"What?" I finally stopped the car outside her house.

"They might think we've been doin' somethin'."

I chuckled lowly, "You're gonna have to be more specific, darlin'."

She gulped and her cheeks flushed pink, "Submarine racin'!" She whispered, grabbing her bag from the floor of the car.

I raised my brows, "Submarine racin'? I doubt it. A pretty, rich girl like you wouldn't date no worker like me that's for sure, never mind submarine racin'."

She tilted her head, "I will date anyone I want to, Arvin. Even some worker like you. As long as a man treats a woman right, then that's all you can ask for ain't it?"

I smiled and nodded, "I guess so."

"But so we're clear; I wouldn't date you because you're Lenora's brother." She said proudly.

"But you find me attractive?" I smirked, licking my lips.

She stuttered, "No. I don't find you attractive, Arvin. And I would never date you, so don't try and put words in my mouth."

I held my hands up, "I wasn't gonna."

"Good."

"Good."

We sat silently, both thinking about what it would be like to date or even submarine race...

"y/n?! Is that you?!" A woman in a white silk robe shouted by the door.

"Shit. I gotta go, thank you Arvin!" She called, jumping out the car and shutting the door.

She hurried up to her mother at the blue front door and I could hear the distant questions being asked.

"Who is that?" "Lenora's brother?" "He drove you home?" "He polite? He nice?" "Fine."

Her mother waved and I waved back before driving out of the grounds and down the private road until I hit pot-hole city on the ground again.

I kept driving back home, noddin' my head to the music.

"Pretty woman, walkin' down the street..." I sang to myself the whole way home.

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Submarine Racing: "Watching the submarine races" is a euphamism for making out (and more) in a car.

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[mouse-fantoms]

Easier Than Speaking

I just want to say that this only popped into my head because I saw @16fandomlover’s post about this. I’m the type of person to where if an idea is had then my brain will just start writing on it’s own and then I can never get it out of my head until it is written down. So without further ado, here it is!

Julie sat on her bed, criss-cross, using her binder as a hard surface to write on as she did her homework. Her dad was very clear about the whole “school-first” rule when it came to being in her own band, which was understandable. She was only in high school and she did miss the first three hours of school the night of the dance when the boys... well... ghosted her.

Once finishing her homework she could down to the garage and either hang with the guys or rehearse with them depending on if they had a gig to practice for or not. If Alex and Reggie weren’t in the studio and they didn’t have to rehearse for a gig that would be prime time for her and Luke to write together.

As she wrote the answer to the latest math problem on her paper, her phone light up besides her. A message from Flynn. She took a small moment away from her work to text back her best friend. Flynn had asked about what she saw Nick and her talk about earlier. Julie texted back and informed her of what happened about how he had asked her out but she politely declined. She saw the ‘Delivered’ message turn to ‘Read’ immediately upon sending. The light gray 3 dots appeared for a second then disappeared. She set her phone back down next to her expecting to get a reply later. When she sent it down she saw one of the guys poof to the foot of her bed from her peripheral vision.

“Oh you’re home.”

She looked up seeing it was Luke. “What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see if you were home yet so we could write.”

“Well I am but school first.” She guestured to her homework. “Unless you want to help me with givens and proves then you can stay but until then you can wait.” She didn’t expect to get an answer.

“Givens and proves? Ugh, that’s-” the words seemed to trigger a memory for him. “Those are so annoying. If you want math help go to Alex.”

“Really?” The guy’s lives before meeting her never really came up.

Sure, she was curious but there was probably a reason for it not coming up that often. Unless it came up in conversation she knew not to press for information. She knew to keep her boundaries (unlike some people).

“Yeah and if you need science help go to Reggie, even though he says he’s not that good, he was always better at it than Alex and I ever were.”

“What about you?”

“I was always decent at English.”

She nodded in agreement. “That makes sense.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well with how you write your songs and how they turn out I can see how that could translate into an English class.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “sometimes writing is easier than speaking.”

“Speaking of writing, you can try to write something with one of the guys.” She suggested instead of him just having to wait for her.

He shook his head. “Reggie mainly wants to write country songs.”

“...Is that a bad thing?”

“What is with you two and country songs?!”

“Just give Home Is Where My Horse Is a chance.”

“He showed you it didn’t he?! I thought you would be strong.”

“Come on! Riding through trees by the river, Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger. Those are some killer lyrics.”

“It’s not even-“ he decided to let it go. “Oh! Speaking of lyrics,” he pulled something from his pocket, “I was meaning to ask you-”

She saw him unfold the paper that was folded into fourths. Her eyes went wide as she realized the writing. The handwriting on the back side of the paper was readable (so not Luke’s) and was scribbled and rushed. As if it was written in a hurry to get it out of a mind.

“Where’d you find that?” She asked hurried.

“It was on the piano.” He responded. “Was it a quick little song inspiration before school?”

“Uhh... yeah. Song... inspriation.” She agreed.

“These lyrics are-”

The anticipation for his next word worried her. Did he figure it out? He probably did. The song was very obviously about him.

“-killer.”

Oh ok, that was fine. That didn’t entirely mean that he figured it out.

Just then Julie turned her attention to her left where she heard someone poof in.

“See I told you he would be here!” Reggie told Alex next to him.

“I knew he would be but she told us to stay out of her room.” He answered.

“At least one of you understands boundaries.” She said to herself.

“What are you two doing here?” Luke looked up to see the pair.

“Seeing if you were here and not to bug Julie because she has school first to do.” Alex replied.

“Yeah I do! That’s right! I should probably finish and if I could also have that song back too,” she grabbed it from his hands, “I accidentally left it out at the piano it’s not even that... good.” She folded it back into fourths and put it on her nightstand for the time being.

“Not that good? Seriously!? What are you talking about?”

She hoped he would stop mentioning it. It made her anxious that at any point he would figure it out.

“Whoever that’s about is so lucky! If it is about anyone.”

“If?” Alex still couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized. “Really you still-” Julie gave him a glare that could rival the one of when they intruded on the family dinner the first night they’d met. “Yeah,” he immediately switched topics, “who ever that song is about is really lucky.” He ended up agreeing with Luke.

“We’re heaven on earth, melody and words” he began to sing, “Those are rad! That’s exactly why you’re a star!” She could see the look in his eyes whenever he talked about music. The fire and the passion. Also the way he lit up when he talked about her. It was one of the qualities she’d learned about him.

“...like a bright and burning one.” Reggie said under his breath which in response Julie gave the same glare she gave to Alex. Meanwhile, Luke asked what he said because he didn’t catch it.

“Uhh...” Julie giving him the death glare did not help as he thought of a response to tell him, “like always! Julie’s always a star like you always say! Yeah, always.” He looked to Julie to see if he did good and she let out a small sigh of relief.

“Always.” He gave his Luke smile to her. He finally moved away from her bed to the boys who had poofed by her closet.

As he walked over to them the front door being opened was heard and then running up the stairs which turned Julie’s attention toward her open bedroom door. Within seconds she saw Flynn rush into her room, passing right through Luke, about to start one of her rants to her.

“Woah... that is weird.” He looked to Reggie in response to being walked through. It wasn’t like last time when Julie and him were in the kitchen and she walked through him with her sandwich ingredients. It was sudden and quick.

“Right!”

“She’s determinated.” He could feel.

Flynn took a seat on Julie’s bed with her. She began going on about school as well as about band stuff to her friend, meanwhile the boys were still in her room overhearing the conversation. Considering she was talking about some stuff referring to the band maybe she would mention some other things too and it was easier staying instead of having Julie bring it up to them later.

“Speaking of that,” Flynn continued on about what she was talking about as her friend just sat and listened, “onto the other, well MAIN reason I came. Please tell me you did not decline a date with an actual person, and the actual person being Nick of all people, because of the whole Luke thing.”

Julie’s eyes went wide. “Flynn...” she said worried hoping she would hear and get the memo to stop talking.

“Luke thing?” The one who’s name was mentioned raised an eyebrow at.

“You’ve waited for it to happened for how long? Only to decline him for what? Some air-”

“Air?” The statement offended him. He turned to his friends next to him. “Am I just air?”

“Well on the techinal side-” Alex bumped Reggie in the arm alerting him to look at Julie to show him that this was not the time for their antics. She had a flustered expression as she just wanted her friend to stop talking but was not getting the memo just going on and on.

“-oh no sorry “cute air” to quote you-”

“...Flynn.” She pleaded starting to put her head in her knees.

“-like I said Luke is next level to crush on. I mean you have liked Nick for how long? And then he gets up staged by this random ghost guy. I mean don’t get me wrong they brought music back into your life and that’s amazing but to decline Nick over some dead guy. Although I get that you two clicked but you could have also had that with Nick, but I mean it has been awhile. If he asked you before class the other day, when the whole time instead of dancing with Nick you were imaging Luke, would you have said yes then? He really just has bad timing all the time now doesn’t he?”

Julie sat with her head in her knees wanting to curl into a ball from... well... a lot of things.

“Jules?” She asked. “What’s- ...the guys are here aren’t they?”

Still with her head in her knees she nodded.

“...all of them?”

She nodded once again.

She hoped it wasn’t as bad as what she thought. “...Including-”

“What else does all of them mean?” She picked her head up to look at her, trying to disregard the ghosts she saw from the corner of her eye. “There’s only 3!”

“...you know...” she sat up from the bed backing up towards the door, “I think I hear your dad calling...” when she backed up against the wall close to the door she turned around, went out the room and rounded the corner going down the staircase.

As much as she didn’t want to, there was nothing else to do but look to the boys. Alex and Reggie gave the same look of uneasiness. Meanwhile Luke was, well, stunned to say the least.

“...it’s not so bad.” Alex tried to help.

The response in the form of a look told him otherwise.

“Reg, something tells me we overstayed our welcome.”

“...yeah... hey maybe you could hang with Ray and-” Alex poofed away before Reggie could finish. “Guess it’ll just be me and Ray then.” He concluded before poofing away himself leaving the... interesting pair alone.

“...cute air?” Luke finally found the words to say.

Julie groaned as her head went to the ceiling and her body fell into the pillows behind her.

“You know that song makes a lot more sense now.”

“Yeah...” she sighed, “it does. Sometimes writing is easier than talking.”

She felt the end of her bed go down. She picked herself up to see that he had taken a seat at the edge.

“...it’s still a pretty rad song.” He kept his space from her guessing her emoions. “Reggie and Alex seemed to put it together pretty quickly.”

“I don’t get how you didn’t.”

“My guess was it was about that Nick guy.”

“I wish.” She then realized how bad that sounded. “That’s not what I-”

“It’s fine I know what you meant. Falling for some ghost probably isn’t on your bucket list.”

“Well it wasn’t but then you guys showed up.”

“Well do be fair you did call us cute.”

“You also thought I was a witch.” She brought up.

“There were chairs on the ceiling. What else is the logical explanation?”

“Maybe tying them there for storage.”

“Reggie had a very convincing arugment.”

“Argum-” she paused, “it’s Reggie! What arugment?”

“Alex said that witches don’t exist then Reggie said how they say ghosts don’t exist but here we are now.” He gestured to himself.

They shared a laughed together. This was nice. Not having any tension in the air. No akwardness. Just Julie and Luke being... Julie and Luke.