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[mahgyu]

For valentines, what happens if reader gets a secret confession but it’s not from the jjk man who was going to confess? Would they be jealous? Confess anyway? Not confess?

JJK Men: Secret Admirer

• — You receive a Valentine's Day gift from an anonymous person but they have deeper feelings for you.

๑ Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna.

๑ Content: Fem!Reader, SFW, relationship not established, fluff

๑ a/n: First, thank you very much to everyone who sent an ask with suggestions, I really was super happy reading each one of them and I intend to write them soon. Second, I should have posted this sooner but I ended up getting too busy (*crying*) anyway, I hope you like it. It was a little long but that's a detail.

⸺ㅤGOJO

Gojo was extremely happy and confident when he saw you approaching him with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He never imagined that you also had the idea of waiting to confess on Valentine's Day, let alone that you would reciprocate his feelings. However, the wide smile gradually faded as you told him about the box of chocolates and the anonymous note that were mysteriously left on his desk. He could barely conceal his obvious disappointment, but he would maintain his usual laid-back attitude. Gojo became curious to learn more about the sudden confession, likely from one of his coworkers, and even tried to joke about it, hiding any jealousy behind his charm and confidence. But believe me, he'll spend quite a few days looking suspiciously at all his fellow sorcerer colleagues (just like that scene of him on the plane). He might even encourage you to follow your feelings, but always saying that you're capable of achieving something much better, like him, for example.

⸺ㅤGETO

Geto would be more reserved in expressing his feelings about this, but deep down, he would feel a twinge of jealousy and disappointment. Geto couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw you with a bouquet of flowers in your hand while enjoying their fresh scent, and the card in your hand did not go unnoticed by him. He would try to maintain a calm facade, but could subtly show signs of discomfort. When you mentioned that you didn't know who had given them to you because it was signed anonymously, Geto couldn't help but let out a low scoff. Nevertheless, he was determined to invite you to dinner at the best restaurant in the area, and if you accepted, you can be sure that he would pick you up at your house with an even larger and more beautiful bouquet than the one you received from your secret admirer.

⸺ㅤNANAMI

Nanami would maintain a calm posture, seeming almost disinterested, but inside, he would feel a twinge of sadness and jealousy. When Nanami found her in the corridors of Jujutsu High, he almost couldn't hide his surprise when he saw you wearing the same necklace he was thinking of buying for you as a gift when he decided it was the right time to bring his own feelings to light. Nanami was courteous, complimenting how well the necklace suited you, which he always imagined when he saw the jewel in the jewelry store's window. Nanami was even more surprised when he heard her recount that the jewel, along with a Valentine's Day card and a beautiful bouquet of flowers, had been left at the entrance of her apartment by some delivery person. You also mentioned being was afraid of the gifts precisely because they were anonymous and the anonymous person knew your address, but the jewel was so beautiful and looked so good on you that it was impossible not to wear it. Nanami was quick to warn you about how dangerous this situation could be, trying not to let his imprudent jealousy show and trying not to be affected by the adorable pout you made while quietly repeating how beautiful the necklace was. After that incident, he probably wouldn't confess his own feelings immediately, but you can expect to be presented with the same piece of jewelry the next day by Nanami while he tries to maintain a stoic demeanor and disguise it as much as possible, saying that he noticed how much you liked the piece. I can say that he felt the once dormant butterflies in his stomach stir when you asked him for help putting the necklace around your neck.

⸺ㅤCHOSO

Choso would be sincere about his feelings and would express his sadness directly, but lovingly. Choso didn't even know about the particular celebratory date, and discovering it when asking about the cute puppy plush and heart-shaped card you were carrying might have been somewhat disheartening for him. Choso is emotionally open and loyal, so even though it left him vulnerable, he didn't hesitate to confess his own feelings after your brief explanation about Valentine's Day and your gift from a possible secret admirer. "I would have bought gifts and cards for you myself if you had told me about Valentine's Day earlier...", those puppy eyes looking at you so truthfully that words couldn't even escape his lips. "If I had confessed first, maybe they wouldn't have gifted it to you before me". You could easily hear the guilt and regret in his voice. However, your comforting words soon dispel all of Choso's sadness. And later, when you find the plush you received from the anonymous sender with its head torn off, Choso will be hiding a smug little smile as he remembers what he did.

⸺ㅤTOJI

Toji would likely react with a mixture of indifference and jealousy disguised as a joke. When Toji saw you with the chocolates and the red card in your hands, he didn't care much because he didn't even remember it was Valentine's Day. All he did was steal some chocolates from the box when you weren't around, and only after eating at least half of the box did he read the note next to it. Toji would try not to show too much emotion, so when you returned, he had to disguise his jealousy. "A secret admirer, huh? When your little boyfriend decides to reveal himself, tell him not to buy cheap crap for you. Even I wouldn't be able to buy such a lousy chocolate to give to someone as a gift." He wouldn't confess directly, but later that day, he gave you another box of chocolates that were even better than the ones you received from the anonymous sender. However, when you opened the box, half of those chocolates were missing too.

⸺ㅤSUKUNA

Sukuna would act with arrogance and disdain, trying to belittle the other's confession and show that he doesn't care. You were rereading the Valentine's Day card you received, with a beautifully handwritten poem for you, and what intrigued you the most was that it was signed anonymously. Although you quite enjoyed having a secret admirer, feeling like a protagonist from one of the books you often read. When Sukuna finds you, your silly smile doesn't go unnoticed by him. He approaches you curiously and, despite your protests, snatches the delicate card from your hands. As he reads the poem dedicated to you, Sukuna feels a painful twinge of jealousy and even a dark desire to uncover the author of the confession. Without much thought, Sukuna easily tears the card apart, tossing the crumpled pieces onto the ground as he ignores your protests. "What's your problem? Why did you do that?" You angrily question as you bend down to gather the remnants of your poem. Sukuna would feel another pang of jealousy; "I'll rip the hands off the worm who wrote this garbage so they can never write crap again", he would think.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, forgive me for possible mistakes🩷

[kyupidos]

04/02/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

<3 stood still, when we first metヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘eels are covardes—hence how the tweels are when it comes to romance.’

characters. octavinelle : floyd leech , jade leech ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader is yuu, pre-relationship, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. ‘the tweels could never be flustered’ this, ‘the tweels are slick when it comes to romance’ that.. i choose FREEDOMMMM!!

f. leech

— it’s a sure fact; eels are cowards, and with no exceptions, as is floyd. think him as intimidating, scary, a mereel who’s more than willing to terrorize a few people if it seems fun enough. but deep down, he’s very much a coward. at the very least, that much is true when it comes to who interests him most—you. he can’t recall exactly when you caught his heart, like a fisherman after some catfish for his dinner. but he knows for a fact, and remembers how all of a sudden you sent his heart a flutter. maybe, so long as you’re attentive enough, you’ll notice the way he tries ( and fails ) to hide his mushy smily face that makes it ever so obvious how much he truly finds himself infatuated with you, the way he at times twiddles his thumbs when you joke together like he wants to say something more, but his nerves leave him to back down.

— after all; despite their frightening features, especially floyd all things considered, eels are cowards. oh, but that’s alright, because even if he can’t seem to spit out even the words ‘you’re real nice lookin!’, at least there’s the true fact that, lo and behold, you’re capable. go ahead, be physically affectionate with him, tease him a bit so long as he’s in a good mood, just return the favor of romance. all of it, are things he absolutely lives for. especially when it comes to physical affection, even just a teasing hand hold is enough to get him flustered and looking away from you, albeit with a pout.

— really, he tries ( and still fails ) to tease you back, but when it comes to you, it really doesn’t seem to work, does it? “boo, shrimpy..you’re no funnn..” he’ll pout, and he pouts even more when you just giggle in response. what’ll be the ticking point though, for him to sum up his courage and confess to you? that’s where a gift comes in—some shiny jewelry, specifically speaking, a necklace. surprise him from behind and put it on, maybe let your touch linger around his neck. especially then, you can take the time to adore his ever so flustered face.

— he can barely keep in his sheepish delight, so mark his words, by after school hours he’s hunting you down over to ramshackle; albeit you get there first, so despite his nervousness telling him to run away, he knocks on your door, forcing himself to with his other hand. thus when you finally open the door, he proceeds to immediately envelop you in a hug, and pay attention to the way he kept the necklace on, as it clinked softly against your bodies at the quick movement. “eh, shrimpy..you like me right? that’s why you gave me this pretty stuff?” he’ll ask, head nuzzled into your neck like he’s scared to see if you reject the notion, so go ahead and pat his head and tell him outright, that you love him. so floyd summons bravery once more with his toothy grin, and gives you a peck on the cheeks in his glee.

j. leech

— when the jaws open wide ‘n then it gets all shy, that’s a moorayyy..and that’s also jade. indeed more reserved, though still as menacing as floyd, and yet so long as you push the right buttons, it’s rather easy to get him flustered. as equal a coward as his brother, but his usual smooth, calm-face helps him a bit, though he clasps a clenched fist to keep himself from trying to hold your hand in case you’d rather not and his eyes dart around when he tries to make eye contact with you. maybe he’d be good at hiding his feelings, if not for the way he hitches when you give him even the slightest of affection, like grabbing at the fabric of his sleeve to take him to eat lunch with you.

— he can go ahead and try to be suave, especially with his “do be gentle with me”, but well and goodness believe that he goes to bed kicking his feet and giggling like a high school girl whenever you act smoothly in reply. at the very least, your blatant honesty with your compliments and praise evens out with his cowardice that causes him to suck in a breath, leaving him without the ability to come up with a smooth comeback. give him some time to lessen his fluster, to keep up his reputation as the ‘humble, gentle’ mereel his first impressions leave him to be.

— and goodness, how he’s left with a flushed face whenever you give him princess treatment, run your fingers through his hair and offer to feed him food when he teasingly suggests it ( and his mind is like tv static..he didn’t expect it, but he really, really enjoyed it!! ). but to finally get the feeling across so he feels comfortable enough to know his love is requited .. you’re going to have to be direct here, and ask if he’d like to have dinner with you at ramshackle. at that point, no matter how impressive he may have been in hiding his shyness before, he’s just barely keeping himself together from stuttering when he agrees, his sharp teeth showing just barely then.

— for just one last time, feed him some food as you eat together, in comfortable silence before jade finally collects himself once he realizes you truly aren’t just teasing him, that you really did ask him out on a date, which he was brave enough to accept. maybe he lets a nervous chuckle before he takes hold of his utensils, still barely able to look you in the eye, unsure of how he managed to gather the bravery to do it even just then. “for you to treat me ever so kindly like this..” and just a slight quiver in his voice which he berates himself over, “by any chance..have you taken a liking to me?” and that, then, is when you can confess—ask to kiss him if you’d like, his stomach will do twirls sure; but he’ll say yes.

[lewisvinga]

ultraviolence | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; carlos and y/n always find themselves going back to the same toxic relationship. no matter how hard they try, it just always felt like a kiss.

warnings; toxic relationships, yelling/arguing

notes; i know carlos would probs never act like this but it’s for the plot guys 😞

word count; 700

taglist; @namgification

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

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“Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you. Vete! [go]”

“Fine! I don’t ever wanna see your bitch ass ever again!”

Y/n’s best friend sighs as Y/n tells her about her last argument with Carlos from the week before. One week being broken up was a record for them. They never lasted more than 4 days. “But that was the end of us. Actually. I’m done with him.” Y/n quickly says after noticing her friends sigh

“Y/n, all it takes is for him to show up at your doorstep with a designer bag or fancy jewelry in hand, begging for your forgiveness.”

“I know but this time I won’t fall for it!”

Just a couple hours after Y/n’s best friend left, someone suddenly knocked on her door. Y/n quickly ran over to the door, thinking it was the Uber Eats delivery driver but her smile fell once she opened her door. “What are you doing here?”

“Mi amor,” Carlos says in a desperate tone with a Van Cleef & Arpels in hand and a large bouquet of red roses in the other. Y/n feels her heart stop for a split second. Her heart took over as she stepped to the side, leaving room for him to enter. "Perdóname, mi amor. [forgive me, my love] I can't live without you. Please."

"Carlos..." Y/n mumbles as he takes a step closer to her. "I thought we were over. For good.'

"I can't live without you, mi amor. I'm sorry, I'll change."

She lets out a deep sigh, clearly conflicted about whether she should forgive him or not. She could hear her friend in the back of her mind and was quick to ignore her mind to instead respond with what her heart yearned for. "Fine. I forgive you."

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"You're crazy! I can't stand you." Y/n huffs, slamming the door to his Ferrari shut. Just a few weeks later, they were out clubbing with a few of the other drivers. Carlos had 2 girls all over him and was seemingly flirting with them. However, Y/n was dancing too close to Lando for Carlos' liking, especially since her dress was too short.

Carlos saw her with Lando and dragged her out of the club by her wrist, clearly upset. "You were grinding on him? I could tell you were making him hard!" The Spaniard groans in frustration, unlocking the door to his place.

"You were flirting with other girls! Why can’t I have fun either?”

“Because you’re mine. I don’t want to see you with other guys.”

“But I have to see you openly flirt with other girls?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“No!” Y/n exclaims, her voice becoming louder. She only danced with Lando to get back at Carlos. She didn’t even like the Brit in that way. She just hated seeing that stupid smile the Spaniard had when flirting with girls in skimpy outfits. “I’m sick of you. Acting like it’s fine if girls grind all over you too but God forbid I dance with a friend-“

“Shut the fuck up, Y/n.”

“Shut the fuck up, y/n!” She mimicked in a high-pitched voice. Her face morphed into disgust, heading off into their shared room. “Grow some balls, own up to yourself, then you shut the fuck up!”

“Come back here, Y/n.”

“Fuck off!”

“Quit acting like a bitch!”

Both of their voices were quickly getting louder and louder until they were yelling. They paid no mind to their poor neighbors who would have to hear their screaming matches for hours once again. How could one live like that? Consistently arguing with your partner for hours and hours.

The toxicity was addicting to the both of them. Carlos was like a drug for Y/n. She couldn’t get enough. Even if they always got into arguments over stupid things or doing things to purposely mess with the others just to end in a screaming match, she was addicted.

Carlos loved the screaming matches. He loved having someone that matches his fierceness. He couldn’t help but love the way she’s always screaming at him, in a good and a bad way. Her rage was something beautiful to him. He loves how all it takes is a gift and flowers for her to be back.

For y/n, his toxicity felt like a kiss. With his ultraviolence, the possessive and toxic glint in his brown eyes, it was enough to capture her. She just wanted all of his ultraviolence.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Favorite Woman

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Pairing: Jim Street x fem!reader

Summary: Street celebrates you, his girlfriend, daily. On Women's Day, however, he steps up to make you feel special and loved.

Warnings: fluff!! brief mention of domestic violence (20-David responds)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: Happy Women's Day to all of you amazing women! Life wouldn't be the same without you.🤍

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When you wake up on March 8, you don’t expect anything special. It’s just another day on the calendar, but when you’re dating Jim Street, you never truly know what will happen from day to day. After you rub your eyes and stretch, you reach for your phone. A message from Street pops up when you unlock it.

Happy Women’s Day to my favorite woman.

You smile as you type a quick reply before getting up and preparing for the day. The message was unexpected but a sweet surprise that put you in a great mood, and you hope it’s the beginning of a great day. Once you’re dressed and ready, you text Street another message, asking him to have a great day and let you know how he is when he gets a chance.

Opening your front door to leave, you nearly trip over a large bouquet of flowers. Your smile grows when you see Street’s name on the card. He pulled out all of the stops for Valentine’s Day, so you probably shouldn’t be surprised, but you’ve never had someone celebrate you for an entire day just because you’re a woman. Then again, you are Jim Street’s favorite woman.

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“What’s up with you, smiley?” Luca asks.

“Nothing,” Street answers. “Just excited for a good day.”

“Oh,” Hondo interject. “And why is it such a good day?”

“It’s Women’s Day,” Street replies.

“Ah, best day of the year for a playboy,” Luca teases. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Dinner reservations at a café on the beach.”

“Wait, you celebrate Women’s Day, like make a whole thing out of it?” Tan asks.

“Of course. I mean, I’m dating a woman, and she’s amazing, so I’m going to celebrate her every chance I get.”

“They grow up so fast,” Hondo jokes, shaking Street’s shoulder. “What else you got up your sleeve, Mr. Romantic?”

“Please don’t let that stick,” Street whispers. “I got her a couple presents, sent her a text this morning, just little things to show her I appreciate her.”

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“What is that?” you ask, staring at the gift bag with wide eyes.

“Delivery. It just got dropped off. Have a good one.”

“You too.”

Pulling the bag closer, you untie the intricate bow holding the handles together before removing a long jewelry box. The bracelet inside is small, minimalistic, but incredibly beautiful. The light pink color is nearly invisible, seeming to be a sparkling white diamond shade unless the light hits it right. At the clasp, a small charm with ‘JS’ engraved on it.

Despite knowing that he may not answer, you call Street. When he does answer, you don’t let your surprise distract you.

“Hey,” he greets happily, and you can picture the loving smile on his face.

“This is too much,” you say. “I can’t accept this.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want another color, or-“

“Jim,” you interrupt with a laugh. “It’s too expensive.”

“You make it sound like you’re not worth the money. You don’t really want to have this argument on today of all days, do you?”

“Look, I love you.”

“And I love you. I meant it, you are my favorite woman and I love you and want to celebrate you.”

“You do that every day.”

“Not like this.”

“Wait, what does that mean? Street, is there more stuff coming?”

“I’ve already said too much.”

“Well,” you begin, smiling as you lean back and think of the one thing you want but haven’t gotten today. “In that case, can I make a special request?”

“Sure.”

“I want a kiss, as soon as possible.”

“I can be there in five minutes.”

“Without leaving work,” you add. “LA needs you, too.”

“LA isn’t as pretty as you.”

“Street.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Street, seriously, listen to me very closely. I love you, and I know that you love me, you make me feel seen and heard and loved, and I appreciate you and all of the gifts more than you know.”

“I love you, too. Hey, we just got a call, but I’ll-“

“See you then,” you interrupt. “Be safe. I love you.”

The line beeps when he ends the call, and you smile, looking at his initials hanging from your wrist. Street is the best boyfriend in the world, and knowing he is willing to celebrate you just because of who you are makes you fall even deeper in love with him.

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“Domestic disturbance,” Hondo alerts as the team climbs into Black Betty. “Neighbor said he could hear the husband yelling before things were thrown against the wall, but both neighbors are barricaded inside, refusing to talk to police.”

“Any idea if he’s armed?” Deacon asks.

“No registered weapons,” Hondo replies. “But that doesn’t mean he’s not.”

“How are we doing this?”

“I say we go in through the front door,” Street offers. “If he thinks cops are waiting out there, he’s not likely to expect it to get blown open.”

Hondo shrugs before nodding. “Stay liquid.”

Street reaches the door first, kicking it open once he feels Hondo’s hand on his shoulder.

“LAPD, step back!” he yells.

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It’s been about an hour since you talked to Street, and each moment that goes by without an update worries you. Playing with the bracelet and looking at your flowers helps, but you need confirmation he’s okay. Someone knocks on your door, drawing your attention away from the bracelet as you sign for another delivery.

The assortment of fruit and chocolate is so beautiful that you don’t want to eat it. When you see the card, you rush to open it and read it.

One more delivery, but enjoy this until then. Thank you for making life fun. I love you.

You wonder what more Street could have planned because your day is as close to perfect as you’ve ever experienced.

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“Well, if you’re done being a terrible human being, I’ve got a date with a beautiful woman,” Street grunts, pulling the handcuffed man to his feet.

“Hope yours listens better than mine,” the man replies.

“Tan, I need you to take him,” Street calls, passing him off before he can do something he’ll get in trouble for (not regret, just be punished for).

Street looks at his watch, and Hondo says, “Get out of here. But you may want to clean up before you pick up that beautiful woman.”

“Hey, are we ever gonna get to meet her?” Deacon asks, smiling as he removes his helmet. “Because I for one did not expect you of all people to settle down.”

“I’ve met her,” Luca brags.

“Yeah, yeah, roommate privileges,” Tan says as he returns. “But no one else wants to live with Street.”

“I’ll bring her to dinner or something soon,” Street promises. “Bye.”

“I’m sure there’s a joke about his mommy issues or something, but he’s so happy I can’t bring myself to make it,” Tan muses.

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“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Street apologizes as he walks into your apartment, slipping his spare key into his suit pocket. “I- whoa.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, smiling.

“You look amazing,” Street adds, kissing your cheek. “Perfect.” Another kiss. “Beautiful.” Another kiss.

“You have good taste.”

“In women or clothing?” he asks. “Because you're the one that wanted the outfit, so I’m going to go with good taste in you.”

“How did you stay single this long?”

“I looked, but there’s only one you.”

“You did way too much today, but I love you for it.”

“I didn’t do enough. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t show you enough.”

“You do. Jim, you’re the best part of me, and every single thing you do and say shows me that you love me.”

“So, you don’t want to go to dinner?”

You smile, laying your arms over his shoulders. “I really want to go to dinner. You look amazing, and I feel amazing, and I love you so much that I’m not sure I can survive another moment without kissing you.”

“Oh, right, I’m sorry, I forgot about your special request.”

“Then do something about it,” you whisper, leaning closer to him.

Street smiles, pulling you against him as he kisses you. Being his favorite woman makes you feel whole, and you’re never as happy as when you’re in his arms.

“I would like to hear more about how I’m your favorite woman,” you say, pulling back. “Because you’ve worked with some incredibly strong women.”

“But there’s only one you.”

“And there’s only one you.”

Street kisses your temple, wrapping an arm around you as he leads you toward his car. You lean against him, enjoying his warmth and the joy and comfort he provides you.

“That’s probably a good thing,” he replies. “Because the one of me that there is loves you, even if he doesn’t tell you enough. Happy Women’s Day, to the most beautiful, loving, perfect woman in the world.”

“Will you still feel that way tomorrow?”

“I’ll feel this way until I can’t feel anything. You’re stuck with me.”

[bibi-likes-to-draw]

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[tumbleweed-writes]

Scorned: Chibs Telford X Reader. Chapter Three

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For Y/N the friendship she’d developed with one Venus Van Dam had been a blessing in more ways than one.

She could admit she’d been taken with Venus the moment the woman had entered her antique shop and began looking over the selection of jewelry Y/N had recently acquired from an estate sale.

Venus had been difficult not to notice for more than one reason. Y/N had gotten the sense that Venus was accustomed to being noticed and more often than not receiving negative attention. It was clear that Venus was accustomed to a wide array of reactions to her. 

Y/N had quickly grown to adore how quick witted Venus seemed to be always having a smart comeback to any negative comments she received about her appearance. 

For Y/N, Venus was hard to dislike. Y/N was sure it was the accent. There was something comforting about the Southern drawl. Y/N had lived in the South for a brief period of time, it being one of the many states she’d bounced around over the past ten years. She’d enjoyed her time in the south, but it was not meant to be. 

Much to her surprise Venus had become a regular customer and a friendship had bloomed.

For Y/N it was a relief to have a friend. She could admit that she had struggled to form any genuine lasting friendships given her tendency to be forced to pack up and move so often.

Her life over the past decade had become almost nomadic though not by her own choice.

She never felt as though she had the opportunity to truly settle down and place any roots before it was time to pick up and run again.

Y/N had almost lost count of the amount of times she’d been forced to pack up and flee. She had taken to not even really having bank accounts at times finding it easier to pack up and move when she only had cash to her name. 

She had spent ten years constantly looking over her shoulder, her eyes peeled for any sign of danger or discovery by her ex husband.

When she spotted signs that her ex had once again found her location she had no choice but to pack it up and run.

She had thought that with all the time that had passed that he would just give up and move on to a new victim, but it seemed that her ex husband was determined to win back his first love.

Though she could admit that the thought of her being his first love made her feel queasy. There had been very little that had been loving about their partnership.

She had been barely eighteen years old when they’d married and only twenty one when she’d finally worked up the nerve to divorce him even if the move had been so risky.

She had been naive enough to believe at first that she could remain in her hometown right outside of Juneau, Alaska post-divorce, but a thorough beating that had put her near death gifted to her by her ex husband had been all the sign she had needed for her to realize she had to get the hell out of dodge.

The ten years that followed had been filled with constantly jumping from state to state across the country, always hoping and praying that she could finally find some place to settle in and find peace.

Her ex husband had the resources and the determination to always find a way to track her down though. 

He always made it known that she’d been located with mysterious little presents arriving on her front steps. Deliveries of roses with cryptic little love notes had shifted from being a sign of romance to being a dreadful sign that it was time to run.

When her grandfather, her last remaining relative, had passed on leaving her a small but substantial enough inheritance Y/N had decided to take the money and finally pursue her dream career.

She was sick of running.

She’d decided on Charming, California telling herself that the quaint Northern California town seemed like a beautiful place to finally find some peace. It seemed like somewhere she could truly disappear. She’d only taken one visit to the town to really set her heart on it being her safe haven. 

There was something about it that had just felt so special. It was like something out of a movie; all the little mom and pop stores had seemed so cute. She’d appreciated seeing a place free of Starbucks and Wal-Marts. The cheap cost of living especially for California had also been alluring. 

So, she had made the move hoping and praying that this time would be different. 

Y/N was determined to make Charming her permanent home. She had been determined enough to take the plunge and put her inheritance into renting a retail and living space and opening up the antique shop she’d dreamed of opening up for almost a decade now. 

It was a huge risk putting her eggs into one basket with this business venture, but she was desperate to make something of herself. 

She was sick of dead end jobs and the sense of loneliness that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She was sick of being afraid.

She was now in her thirties and the thought that she had nothing to show for it made her feel uneasy. 

She was sick and tired of letting her ex husband control her future.

So, she had settled in and told herself that she was not running again no matter what.

When Y/N had signed the lease on the retail and living space down the street from the building sporting an old faded sign reading Scoops and Sweets, her new landlord Jacob Hale had added on a small comment once the paperwork had been signed and dated “There’s a motorcycle club renting the retail space down the street. Nothing to fret over. They can be a wild bunch, but they keep to themselves. Just be aware that there might be some noise, Harleys and the occasional party. Like I said, they keep to themselves though. If there’s any trouble just come to me. No need to involve the police.”

Y/N had not thought much of the comment even though it had been waving red flags directly in her face. She had told herself that this little motorcycle club would not be an issue. 

She had told herself that the cheap rent on her new business and apartment space was well worth any noise from Harleys. The rental on a retail space where there was living quarters overhead included was a steal.

She had not thought anything of how reluctant Jacob Hale had been to sneak in the comment once the ink was dry on the rental agreement she’d signed.

The little motorcycle club had been ever present directly down the street from the small antique shop she was setting up.

She had noticed the harleys passing by as she’d painted the walls of her retail space and made her way up and down the stairs leading up the small apartment space above her shop.

She had of course noticed the kuttes the men who rode those Harleys sported Sons of Anarchy.

Still though, she had not paid them much mind. She had been too giddy over the promising new future she was hopefully setting up. 

Venus Van Dam had been one of Y/N’s very first customers and it seemed that Venus had become just as fond of Y/N as she was of her.

After a few visits to the shop the two women had gotten to chatting and a friendship had easily blossomed.

Y/N got the sense that perhaps Venus was just as lonely as her. She had gotten the sense that perhaps Venus did not have many people in her life who genuinely accepted her.

The friendship between the pair had brought some interesting characters into Y/N’s life.

Venus’ boyfriend had been a surprise. Y/N had spotted the man before seeing his Harley pass by her shop. She could admit that Tig Trager had made Y/N feel uneasy at first, but that sense of unease had disappeared upon seeing Venus and he interact.

Another biker had been brought into her life via Venus Van Dam, another man she had spotted passing by on his Harley, but had paid little mind to.

This Scottish biker had certainly thrown Y/N for a loop when he’d come into her shop searching for the perfect birthday gift for his daughter. 

Venus Van Dam had seemed to take notice of the loop.

Chibs Telford seemed to be the focus of the conversation between Y/N and Venus as they sat in her bedroom Y/N rolling her eyes at the mountain of clothing on her bed. “I seriously have nothing to wear.”

Venus snorted at the comment over her glass of wine. “I highly doubt that. I can see into your closet, Dear. There are more than a few things you could wear.”

Y/N practically stomped over to her closet, a groan leaving her as she gazed up at it, no potential outfit striking her as a good fit for tonight’s plans. “What do you even wear to a biker party?”

Venus dared to say the words knowing just the reaction it would earn from Y/N. “I don’t think Chibs Telford cares what you wear. Pretty sure you could show up wearing what you’re wearing right now and he’d be delighted. In fact I know he would be absolutely thrilled about what you’re wearing under that little robe.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush staring down at the yellow silk kimono she’d thrown on over her bra and panties. 

She cleared her throat trying and failing to sound nonchalant though she knew her flushed cheeks gave her away. “What do I care about what he thinks of my outfit? I just have never been to a freaking biker clubhouse for a party before. I just want to dress for the right atmosphere. Are jeans and a casual looking top okay? That’s probably a safe bet, right?”

“If the top shows off those lovely breasts Chibs is always pretending he’s not staring at, then yes it's a safe bet. I would suggest a skirt though. Maybe that little suede black mini skirt you wore last week when we swung by the clubhouse after grabbing lunch and he practically broke his neck craning it so he could get a good look at your legs. Trust me, the man wants to eat you up and you are blind to it.” Venus offered, the comment only making Y/N’s cheeks flush all the darker.

Y/N would never quite grow accustomed to how blunt Venus could be about things of the sexual nature, though it made sense given Venus’ line of work. 

Y/N had been a little wary when Venus had felt comfortable enough to open up about her line of work, but Y/N had valued their friendship far too much to let her reservations about the world Venus seemed to live in shut down any growing friendship. 

Y/N let out a huff shaking her head and staring anywhere but at Venus. “You’re ridiculous. He did not. He’s not leering at me like I’m a piece of meat. He’s been a perfect gentleman to me everytime we interact. If he has somehow checked me out without me noticing I’m sure there’s nothing to it. He’s a guy; guys look. Filip and I are just friends, nothing more.”

“Sure, just friends. That’s why he insists on you calling him Filip, despite the fact that everyone else doesn’t get that privilege. Trust me my sweet little lamb, he is a man obsessed. He looks at you more than you know and it isn’t just because he’s a hot blooded male. You have SAMCRO’s club prez all flustered and you don’t even notice it. Tig has filled me in on just how sugary sweet Chibs Telford is on you. That new prospect the boys took on looked a little too longingly at your backside last time you stopped by and Chibs practically ripped his head off the second you left. He does not appreciate anyone looking at what he’s got his eyes set on. He got quite flustered when I mentioned I was bringing you to this party tonight. Like I said, you make him nervous.  It’s something to be proud of.” Venus offered the comment earning another huff from Y/N.

She spoke again before Y/N had another chance to protest. “You wear that mini skirt tonight and watch how he reacts. If you don’t end the night with a date lined up with him then I will eat my words.”

Venus Van Dam had not had to eat her words. 

That night had ended with a request for a date and Y/N had to go through the annoying task of admitting to Venus that she was right.

Venus had not been smug about it…at least not too obnoxiously smug. It seemed that Venus could see right through Y/N’s claims that Chibs was not interested. Venus was not afraid to call it like she saw it. Venus was not afraid to call Y/N on her bullshit.

So, it should have been no shock that the offer for a lunch courtesy of Tig Trager and Venus Van Dam would be another chance for Y/N to be called out on her bullshit.

Y/N poked at her salad a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she sat in a booth across from her lunch dates. “I can feel you two staring at me. I can practically hear the annoying buzz of your brains hyperfocusing on me right now.”

“We’re just worried about you, Doll.” Tig blurted out exchanging a quick glance with his ol lady, the two apparently having some sort of mental conversation that Y/N was not privy to.

Y/N let out a soft sigh daring to ask the question. “Do you two have a reason to be concerned?”

Tig blurted the words out before he could stop them. “I mean, Chibs stuck his dick in crazy with a badge.”

She internally cringed remembering her comment to Chibs the night before as they laid in bed discussing the subject of his ex fling. She’d told him that they both had crazy exes. She had only been half joking but it seemed that perhaps her attempt to give some humor to an uncomfortable situation had reflected reality a little too clearly.

Venus gave Tig’s shoulder a nudge she fast to speak. “What Alexander is trying to say is that Chibs’ ex fling is a cop and that’s enough of a reason to show concern alone. Her being still stuck on him doesn’t help matters.”

Y/N let out a heavy sigh, her eyes cutting around the diner they sat at, taking notice that no one seemed to be listening in on this conversation before she dared to speak. “I mean you guys are legit now, business wise, so is it really that big of a concern?”

“The past isn’t so legit, Doll.” Tig provided making a chill run down Y/N’s back she well aware of the history of SAMCRO.

Chibs had been pretty blunt when explaining his past. It was only fair that she knew what and who he was, he’d claimed when their relationship had gone from friendship to romance.

She had been surprised how easy it felt to accept that past.

She guessed it had just been hard to feel too endangered when she thought back to her first meeting with Chibs Telford; how sweet he’d seemed when he had been fretting over the perfect gift for his daughter. 

She thought of how much love had been evident in his voice when he’d spoken of his Kerrianne, and it had felt nearly impossible to feel as though she was in danger by associating with him nor any of his brothers.

It was something she’d grown to notice about Chibs; he had a way of making her feel incredibly safe. It was a sense of safety she’d not known ever in her life; especially given her past with her ex husband.

She chose her words carefully knowing it was a fair question. “And what do I do if she approaches me with questions about that past?”

Tig thought back to something he’d heard the late Gemma Teller Morrow tell more than a few ol ladies. He swallowed a lump developing in the back of his throat at the thought of the deceased former matriarch of the Sons shoving thoughts of his complicated emotions for the woman. “You tell her that you open Chibs’ beers and suck his dick and that’s it. You don’t know shit beyond what his favorite beer is and just how deep he likes his dick sucked.”

Y/N rolled her eyes a small huff leaving her at the words her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Real classy Tigger.”

Tig shrugged his shoulders fast to respond. “It gets the point across. It kills two birds with one stone. It tells her you aren’t giving her shit and reminds her of who you are to him.”

Venus decided to speak up before Tig continued; she clearly able to see that Y/N was flustered by the lewdness of the suggestion. She could admit that Y/N’s shyness was refreshing given her line of work. That was part of why she enjoyed their friendship. “What he means to say is we both know Chibs had prepared you for those types of questions. Don’t let the source of those questions unnerve you. Treat her like you would anyone with a badge if she asks anything about the club. You have a responsibility to go with the company line no matter what the sheriff pulls. You are the First Lady of SAMCRO, my darling.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head, tempted to point out that she’d not quite signed up to be the Queen of the local bikers. She zipped her lips though realizing that in a way she had. When she had fallen for Chibs Telford she’d signed up for whatever his life brought her.  

Venus spoke again deciding to just jump into the question. “How are you feeling about it? I can’t imagine its enjoyable to have someone from his past taunt you with that past?”

“I mean…we all have pasts. It’d be ridiculous to be upset about something that happened before I even met him. I’m sure she thought she was really striking a nerve by mentioning their history, but it’s just that…history.” Y/N pointed out, rolling her eyes.

She spoke again, shaking her head knowing she was in safe company to spill her innermost thoughts about this entire mess. “I just hate that she’s even pulling anything, jumping into our lives and dragging up the past…from what Filip has said about their entire thing they had going on, it was miserable for him most of the time. I mean it’s over, I just wish she’d take the hint that he’s moved on. If she thinks I’m going to be scared off she’s got another thing coming. I’m here to stay.”

She cringed at her own comment knowing she should know better than anyone about exes who wouldn’t take the hint that the relationship was over given her own past.

Tig shook his head, Venus and he exchanging another glance. “It wasn’t ideal. It was a rough miserable time for everyone in the club. It was a deadly, violent time. We lost a lot of brothers and a shit ton of other people. A lot of trust was broken and tested in the club. There was a lot of loss for us all. The shit that followed was just as rough. Chibby took it hard. He’s a loyal man. A lot of his trust in some people was shattered. And then there was the responsibility of the Prez patch. I mean, the gavel went to him, Jax’s choice. It was a lot of pressure. I know it's still a lot of pressure for him.”

“I know, he’s talked a little about the past, he’s told me what happened. I know he’s worried about the club, about the future of the club. I think he worries about everyone before thinking of himself. He has this habit of taking care of everyone before even considering himself. I both love and hate that about him.” Y/N offered taking a sip of her soda.

Tig was quick to offer reassurance. “You take care of him. You’ve been good for him, given him some peace. He seems lighter since meeting you.”

“I feel lighter too.” Y/N provided keeping the response vague knowing no one aside from Chibs was entirely aware of her past and just what she’d spent so long running from.

Venus was quick to reply to the comment. “And that is why you two are going to be just fine. Don’t worry about little miss sheriff. Just keep taking care of each other.”

“And if she gives you shit, I’m always one phone call away.” Tig offered earning a slight smirk from Y/N.

She remembered her comment to Chibs the night before, unable to stop herself from repeating the statement she’d made. “I won’t need to make any phone calls. I will handle it if she tries me again. If I’m First Lady of SAMCRO then I guess that means I just don’t protect the club…I protect him too. I’m not letting some psycho ex stop me from protecting any of you.”

Tig gave her a smile that seeped pride as he spoke, reaching out a nuzzling her hair earning an annoyed huff out of her. “Spoken like a true ol lady.”

She smoothed back out her hair fixing the silk scarf she’d used as a headband, shaking her head ever so slightly.

She couldn’t hide the small smile from crossing her lips.

She guessed she really was a true ol lady.

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Sheriff Jarry’s previous interaction with Chibs Telford had taught her that she had to be a little more subtle about looking into her ex’s new love.

Though a more sensible voice in the back of her head told her that she was crossing a line, a louder more jealous voice exclaimed about the unfairness of it all. 

Althea Jarry could not shake her annoyance that Chibs Telford was clearly not going to be interested in resuming their previous arrangement. 

It would be one thing he if simply just wanted to continue to play outlaw and live a life of debauchery in SAMCRO.

It felt insulting to see that he had zero interest in throwing himself into croweaters. He was taking up with some cute little antique store owner and being perfectly domestic.

The fact that he was happily moving on into some sense of domestic bliss unnerved Jarry.

She hated to admit she’d thought of him more often than not during her sabbatical. She had reflected upon their tryst and had regretted allowing him to finally accept her attempts to push him away.

When they’d had that final confrontation she had not expected him to so readily agree to end things. Though at the time she’d felt unnerved by all that had happened around them; she had not anticipated that he’d want to end things and to threaten her as well. When she had told him she was putting an APB on Jax Teller she had not entirely anticipated that he would go along with her insistence on ending things between them.

She had made similar comments before. She knew she had commitment issues. Chibs’ world had made her feel uneasy and as much as her heart and her body wanted to commit, her mind had been less than willing. 

She had found the danger surrounding him to be exciting and sexually appealing. The sex was amazing. Deep down inside though she had known that he was not willing to be as open with her as she’d hoped and she resented it. She resented the fact that he could not forget the badge she wore.

She could admit she knew deep down that they were using one another at least at the start. She got money and he got intel for the club. The sex was a nice bonus.

She hated to admit that her heart had gotten involved in the process though. Her heart was a possessive beast. She had begun to think that she could love him. She had been uncertain of what to do with that love. 

She could still remember the words Chibs had said to her when he finally went along with her threats to break up their partnership; that cops who got on the wrong side of SAMCRO tended to disappear.

It had told her that Chibs had no love for her if he was able to threaten her so heartlessly.

The threat felt like a slap to the face.

Seeing him give love so willingly to someone else had felt like an even bigger slap to the face.

She felt herself seethe all the more as she sat in her parked car her eyes trained on her ex and the woman he’d so happily replaced her with.

Chibs and she walked hand and hand outside of the entrance to the Sons clubhouse, Chibs pulling her hand up to press a kiss to it.

She turned to face him leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Jarry felt a jealous sense of rage bubble in her gut remembering how he had always shied away from touches to the scars embedded upon his cheeks anytime she herself tried a similar move.

She had tried to coax him into opening up about the cause of the scars but he’d not been open to the coaxing. She had to wonder if he’d been more open with little Miss Y/N.

She felt even sicker as she watched his hands slide down Y/N’s body caressing her finally resting against her backside.

The pair spoke quietly to one another seemingly lost in their own world only able to focus on one another.

Jarry glared at the pair even more certain she wanted to destroy their little world.

Chibs Telford may have threatened her when they broke up, but he didn’t know just how much of a threat she could be.

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Her nails dug into his chest, her brow furrowed as her hips rocked over his. Chibs groaned, his hands pressing to her hips his own blunt nails digging into the soft flesh.

He managed to speak his voice low and filled with reverence. “That’s my love, yer almos fuckin there, aye?”

She only managed a soft uh huh in response, her hips continuing to roll over his having found the perfect rhythm; up and down back and forth.

Y/N was certain that no one had a more exquisite dick than Chibs Telford. She was quite certain she may have told him so though in far less elegant words. She had a feeling he got the message all the same though.

He groaned as he watched her pull a hand from his chest running it down her body her fingers pressing down to her center finding her clit. 

He kept his eyes on her fingers as he watched her rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves the sight of her touching herself so intimately and his cock sliding in and out of her soaked center enough to make his balls ache signaling that he was just as close as her.

He moaned digging his feet into the bed and bending his knees working up the force to rock against her increasing the sensations washing over with rougher thrusts more determined than ever to get her there.

He gazed up at her knowing that in times like these he was more lovesick for her than ever.

He wasn’t just saying that because his dick was currently buried somewhere so wet and hot either.

He adored her more than he was sure he could possibly ever fully express. She really had been so healing for him.

He had never believed upon their first meeting that he’d be lucky enough to not only take her to bed but to have her love.

She really was his one sense of serenity even with as stressful as taking the gavel had been for him.

She spoke her voice broken and high pitched. “Oh fuck, Filip. Please, Baby, please. Fuck.”

He groaned having loved her more than enough in more than enough positions to know just what it looked like when she was right on the edge. He was always proud that he was able to get her there occasionally more than once in one session.

He knew that he was sadly not getting any younger. He did have at least a decade on her after all. He knew the silver in his hair was a sign that most would assume he could not keep up with a cute little thing like her. He was proud to say that he was more than capable of it. 

His refractory period may be a little lengthier than he’d like and he might not be able to go as many times as he may have in his twenties and his thirties, but he was still capable and creative enough to please her.

He groaned as she fell over the edge cries of his name leaving her, her body shuddering and her center contracting around him.

He moaned his accent growing all the thicker the feel of her falling apart around him enough to force him to reach his end as well. “Fuckin take it, perfect Love, shite lass. Take it so good. Love ye. Perfect pussy, all fuckin mine, takes my cock so good.”

She whined collapsing against him as he released into the condom spilling ropes of his release shaking just as much as her.

She felt weak against him as he thrust up against her throughout his end groans of her name spilling from his lips.

She whimpered as he wrapped his arms around her holding her tight against him unwilling to allow her to pull up and off of him even as he spilled the last of himself, his body coming down from his own end.

He caressed her back lovingly, his lips pressing to any bit of skin he could reach. She laid against him, having to admit she was just as unwilling to pull from him.

He sighed as his cock softened sliding from her against his will. He’d once told her he could spend forever buried inside of her and each time he had her he was more than certain of it.

She sighed cringing a bit as the ac in his dorm room flipped on cooling their sweat damp skin making them both feel clammy.

She reluctantly pulled up and off of him rolling over onto her back. He allowed her to do so, having to admit he was unhappy to have her out of his arms for even a moment.

He made quick work of removing the condom, tying it off, shoving it in a tissue, and tossing it in a waste basket he kept by his bed just for this purpose.

He rolled over to face her, she turning to her side to face him. She spoke a drowsy smile crossing her features. “Hi.”

He chuckled, leaning forward, his lips pressing to hers as he spoke. “I jus made ye cum all over my cock and all ye have to say is hi.”

She replied pulling her lips from his, her hand reaching up to smooth back his hair. “I love you.”

He smiled at the statement, it always making him preen. “I love ye too.”

They laid in silence for a moment, his arm sliding around her pulling her close to him the feel of pressing his nude body to hers always pleasurable even if they were not making love. 

He dared to speak, asking the one question that had been dancing around in his head all day. “So how was yer day? Tig and Venus took ye to lunch?”

She shook her head knowing the question he was really asking. “My day was fine…Venus and Tig were helpful if that’s what you’re asking.”

He gave her a crooked grin, a sigh leaving him. “I got in my head a wee bit last night before I came to yer place, vented to Tig. He offered to take ye to lunch. Venus an he jus wanna look out fer ye. They love ye. All my brothers love ye.”

“I know, and I appreciate it. I love them too.” She reassured him, wanting to make it clear that she didn’t see the lunch conversation as anything other than care.

He felt a small smile cross his lips at her insistence that she loved his brothers. It meant a lot to him; her acceptance of his brothers. 

He knew that accepting the club could make or break an ol lady. Part of accepting the club was accepting everyone in a patch and seeing them as family.

He had realized that Y/N was willing to accept all that came with him, even his dysfunctional criminally prone SAMCRO family.

She continued to run a hand through his hair, a soft pleased noise leaving him, she long ago having discovered that he enjoyed scalp massages especially if he’d had a long day. “They reminded me of what to say and do if anyone should have any questions about the club and I reassured them that I know exactly how to handle it. You taught me how to handle questions about SAMCRO.”

She paused a soft sigh leaving her as he responded to the comment. “Aye, ye already know how to handle the cops love. Nothin bout that changed.”

She spoke, pressing a kiss to his cheek, her voice soft. “I know, protect the club, play dumb.”

She pulled her hand from his scalp pressing it to his back, her words sounding so full of determination. “I am not going to let her intimidate me if it comes to it.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her voice still so sure her eyes growing heavy. “I refuse to let her intimidate anyone, not this club, not you. I’m your ol lady, pretty sure it’s my job to protect you”

He gave her a soft smile, the words sounding so perfect his heart aching with absolute adoration for her. “Aye an I protect ye Mo luaidh. It goes both ways.”

She snuggled against him, her eyes growing heavier, more certain than ever that they had to be okay. 

She knew that no matter what Sheriff Jarry pulled that they were all going to look out for one another. 

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Mo luadiah = My darling. 

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us

Chapter 1 (you are here!) || Masterlist

So, I like many others had seen this gorgeous fan art by @cheesy-cryptid and I was utterly hypnotized by it. I couldn't stop thinking about it and from that constant thought growing came my silly fic.

This has been a labor of love for the last month. I'm still working on it and so far I have about 10 parts 🙃 depending on the feedback is how quickly I'm going to be posting since it's still a work in progress. I want to thank my best friend and my main support for this @micropoe10 ❤️ without her I wouldn't have pushed myself to even post this, so thanks boo 😘

This is also my first long fic, so please be gentle 🥺

Summary: Octavia is a new assistant at the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, her new boss is elusive and mysterious. Good thing his right hand man, Gale, is there to help her out for the first few weeks.

Tags: Nothing too bad for the first few parts, fluff, establishing storyline mostly, generational lineage mentioned.

Chapter 1

Never Caught My Breath

The day Octavia was incredibly nervous about had arrived. After her graduation (which seemed like a lifetime ago), endless stack of paperwork and at least 3 different interviews; Octavia made it to the Baldur's Gate Museum of History, the end of her long and difficult studies.

Here, she would start as the new assistant curator. What's strange though, is that after the last interview she thought she'd get to meet her boss, but it was his main assistant, Gale.

"I must apologize", he begins, "but our lead is currently out of the office for another week, maybe two, so I must conduct the final round, I hope you understand."

Strange, but not unheard of. The majority of the work would be with Gale directly, but it was at the least, the most basic courtesy for her boss to introduce himself by this point.

As she walks into the museum, relics from the past line the cabinets; old armor and gloves from heroes of legends from long ago, tons of jewelry and books, rare spell scrolls, and most prized of all, paintings recovered from the fall of the Szarr Manor prominently hung on the walls. Their subjects long gone, they now serve to be viewed by those who would be their victims under different circumstances.

Octavia stops at one of the many paintings of a pale elf, his silver hair in perfect tendrils, piercing red eyes glare back at her and she feels a slight shudder run down her spine, it was probably just a little bit of nerves. Still, she couldn't help but notice that same subject surrounding her in other works. If not as the main feature, but in the background of at least a dozen. Who was this person? She drifts off in thought.

"Miss Octavia? Hello? Can you hear me?" Snapping back from the daydream, she sees Gale standing beside her. His positive attitude ever present, notebook in hand he greets her with a small wave. "Lots to do this morning! We got a delivery of religious artifacts from a Sharran temple in the Underdark that was previously thought to be lost." His eyes glimmer with excitement.

"We're looking at at least a day to see what was delivered, another to catalog it all, and then, my favorite part, writing the plaques for all of it." He chuckles "Altogether at least a month of work, maybe two if there's a particular item that's more mysterious than the others." He finishes his explanation with a tilt of his head.

Octavia nods, her mind still on the portrait, "Quick question, Gale? Do you know who that subject is? They're featured in a lot of the paintings, but there's no information about them?" He glances up, "Well, we've done some research into the subjects of all the paintings, luckily we've put some names to faces..." He trails off, brows furrowing slightly at the face staring at them both "that particular subject, though, unfortunately not."

He turns wearing a wistful smile "I do wish to put a name to that face, and I intend to, but our wonderful curator often reminds me that not every mystery has to be solved." He scoffs with a grin and shrugs "Of course he would, he loves to give me a hard time about my dedication to the museum, you'd think he would appreciate the tireless research but to each their own."

Octavia relaxes a bit and ask "Have you known each other long? I mean, since he's been gone this whole time I haven't gotten to meet him yet. Is he....nice?" She says the last word quietly, almost a whisper.

Gale picks up on the anxious question and lowers his notebook, his eyes softened as he leans in, "There's nothing to be nervous about with him, he's much more bark than bite, as they say. He's really wonderful once you get to know him. Just a little rough around the edges...you know these eccentrics..they're all so guarded but deep down, they're just like us regular boring people."

He grins in assurance and goes back to his notebook, "Before I forget, said eccentric has reached back out to me and he'll be returning tomorrow evening! He'd like to make your acquaintance as soon as possible and apologize for his absence." Oh, shit. "Wonderful!" She does an okay job at hiding the crack in her voice, she clears throat, grimaces a bit and adjusts the badge clipped to her smock. "When and where?"

[harlowtales]

Jack gets carried away shopping for baby clothes 👶🏼🤰🏽

18+ only - Adult Themes

“1,2,3….and open your eyes!” Jack said. He was standing behind you with his hands on your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You were stunned.

“Babe?” Jack said concerned you didn’t like it.

You turned to bury your face in his stomach and just started bawling.

“Ah it’s ok baby. You’re just emotional, but you like it?” Jack asked.

“Yes of course!! It’s beautiful. Our baby girl is so lucky. I’m so lucky to have you.” You gushed wiping your tears.

You were holding pups who barked in approval.

Jack, his friends and brother had built a playroom/nursery for the baby from scratch. Jack’s dad being in construction led the project. Jack wanted to do something personal for his daughter coming soon. The top decorator in the South was flown in and put the finishing touches on everything. The room was so off limits you stayed with Jack’s family until it was done.

“So this was worth not being allowed in my house!” You said playfully hitting him.

“Cuz you can’t not look baby. I had to do something.” Jack said happily.

“Well now you know what we need to do?” You asked your husband rubbing your belly.

“Anything you want babe.” Jack said

“We need to shop for baby clothes.” You said, not really sure he’d want to come with you.

“Oh fuck yeah let’s go right now.” Jack said enthusiastically.

“Really? Now?” You said in surprise. Jack hated the mall.

“Babe now cuz I gotta hit the studio in a bit and I want to be in on this. I want in on absolutely everything to do with this.” Jack said “Let’s head to Target now.”

“OMG babe look.” Jack said “Cutest little jumper it’s a must have.” He said putting it in the cart immediately.

You couldn’t believe this was the same man who refused to stay in any store for more than 15mins before sighing, checking his phone constantly, and begging to go somewhere else while you browsed.

“And look this matches the jumper perfectly. Our little princess has to have the best fits on the playground.” Jack said determined.

“Hunny chill out a bit. The cart is half full already and I’m sure we’ll get designer clothes as gifts.” You cautioned.

“Um yeah but who can deny this jean skirt?” Jack said putting yet another item in the cart.

“Ok sir that’ll be $8,556.22 cents” The cashier said with a straight face not recognizing Jack at all.

“Oh my god.” You said under your breath. For a quick run to Target for some outfits in case the baby showed up tomorrow this was insane. Jack picked out some toys for the playroom, stuff for bath time, accessories, shoes, jewelry, purses and backpacks, a mini car when you lived in a condo, and another stroller he liked better because she’s “gonna have to flex on all those mofos at play group.” You just watched him go nuts and stayed silent, smiling and nodding approval for whatever next thing he was sure was needed as soon as she arrived.

“Do you need carry out sir?” The cashier said dryly

“All this can’t fit in the jeep baby.” You said to your husband. “We’ll have delivery.” You said

“Jackman.” You said sweetly to him placing a caring hand on his thigh in the jeep. “We have to talk about spending on this child.”

“I’m rich as shit and we don’t spend a lot on us. What am I working for?” He said annoyed. You were a major buzz kill.

“Ok sorry babe just added up quickly is all.” You said gently. This whole process Jack had been pretty calm. At times you felt he didn’t care much but he was tired trying to wrap up projects for when the baby came. “Probably just nerves” You thought.

“K so is my little princess hungry?” Jack said to your tummy. It was clear you were coming in second to “the princess” already.

“Yes WE want fried chicken and ice cream.” You said rubbing your belly tiredly. “Jack had worn you out in the store. Now you know how he felt going shopping with you.

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I Think We're Alone Now preview

Eccentric billionaire industrialist Sir Reginald Hargreeves adopts 8 children all born on the same day of the same year, all born from mothers reportedly not pregnant as early as an hour before the time of their delivery. 7 of which were soon introduced as the umbrella academy, a seemingly private institution producing superheroes instead of children. To you, the umbrella academy was nothing more than a man with too much money using his power to psychologically and physically traumatizes children. You'd know, as you were number 8. (Y/N) Hargreeves, The Vampire

Vampirism isn't what most people make it out to be. Most 'repellents' don't work, or are just allergies. Take garlic for example, it doesn't kill you and doesn't hurt you, just a minimal allergen. Crosses or crucifixes? Absolutely nothing, although nice decorations or jewelry. Sunlight? Now that's an actual problem. It's not really a turn into ash thing but more like a severe allergy. Because of that, you tend to travel during the day with an umbrella, or a ton of sunscreen if you've had just fed. Oh that's another thing, food. Your main source of nutrients does happen to be within blood. But because of the extensive amount of 'scientific experiments' you we're put through as a child, your feeding days are far apart, with only the minimal amount of blood needed to sustain you. Besides, regular food just tastes like chalk. The only reason you know all this is because of your father. Looking back, your childhood wasn't anything more than one giant experiment. But those days are long behind you, you went to an actual school, got your doctorate, and now work in the ER department. Your therapist always makes a show of telling you how far you've gotten. Most people wouldn't assume you're a vampire, just a paler young goth person trying their hardest to not get a sunburn.

Tonight you're helping secure and adjust an older women's iv. She took a nasty fall, and is waiting for her x ray results back. Just as you've set the iv stand near her bed and you've made sure to double check her comfort your supervisor pulls her room curtain back and smiles apologetically. "Excuse me Mrs. Jones, I just need to borrow your nurse for a quick moment" he turns to you and you rush to sign out of the computer in the room. "Is there anything else I can do for you Mrs. Jones?" you ask. She smiles and shakes her head no. "Ok well I'll just be a moment, make sure to push that button if you need any assistance from us" with a smile you walk to the curtain and follow your superior out, closing the curtain behind you. You're lead back into the office spaces before you're superior finally turns to you with a saddened smile. "We're all very sorry to be the barer of such unfortunate news but, your father, Mr. Hargreeves has passed tonight" wait…. wait that's not the truth, no way. This must be a prank, there's no way the old man has finally died. "As a representative of the company we can extend your vacation days to allow you better time to mourn for your loss". You clear your throat and nod. "You're hours have been adjusted, you're free to clock out and head home for the night". You thank him for his condolences and he awkwardly pats your shoulder before walking back to the front. If you're left standing in the same place for a moment, no ones there to see you. In a blur of time you walk back to your locker, grab your belongings and clock out for the night, or for a week apparently. Walking out of your work place, you're met with faces of pity, and passing apologies. That night as you walk home, hunger pangs your stomach, it's nowhere near your feeding day, so your stomach goes ignored. Once you reach your apartment you take off your nurse uniform and change into some slacks you got off your floor. A sigh leaves your lips and you drop you body onto your bed, feeling as if you've turned to stone. The next day you check your mail box and find a letter. Bringing it back to your apartment you place it on your kitchen counter, staring at the sender. The letter is addressed in the name of the Umbrella Academy with the matching stamp and everything. You take in a deep breath and open it, pulling out the letter to read the contents of your summons. "Back to the Umbrella Academy" you sigh to yourself and set the letter back down, pacing into your room. Time to meet the family.

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OMG I FORGOT TO POST UUUUUUUUHHHH…

STRAWHAT POST TIME SKIP REDESIGN PART 2: NAMI

my very convoluted thought process! enjoy some word vomit! i was especially indecisive on her haircut and how to incorporate some glitz and glamour :/

she’s not as fancy (i.e. jewelry and expensive clothes) as i would’ve wanted her to be :( but i looove tomboy nami a lot so i still really like her outfit

the nami on the left is more of a restyling meant to stay pretty close to her canon design, just so that i could gauge what it was about her og look that i did and didn’t like :0

i’m a little angry at myself for keeping the bikini bra, cause i’ve seen really cool nami designs that aren’t blatantly “sexy” and make her a cooler outfit with a garment other than a bra. but also! she’s chubby! she’s transfem! she’s a lesbian! she’s a criminal! let her be sexy! for the ladies! and for herself! that’s cheesy but idk that’s my thoughts on it

i also think the teal aviator jacket is pretty ingenious! i guess i kinda wanted to give her a similar vibe to kiki from kiki’s delivery service. like how kiki’s both a mail delivery girl and a witch, and now nami’s both a pilot and a witch! idk… does that make sense??? i just have this very vivid imagine in my brain of nami using the clima tact like a broom to fly… but that’s what zeus is for…? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALSO REAL QUICK! COMPASS AND SQUARE PIN ON HER JACKET! IN NO WAY RELATED TO FREEMASONRY OR WHATEVER! THAT SYMBOL HAS A “G” IN THE MIDDLE! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT FREEMASONRY IS I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT IT RIGHT BEFORE POSTING THIS! ITS JUST A COMPASS AND SQUARE CAUSE SHES THE NAVIGATOR AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE! ok psa over :D

zeus!! he’s silly!! but with a less stupid hat! maybe more stupid hat idk! :D

i’m gonna tweak everyone’s jolly roger a little bit to match my redesigns (maybe not zoro’s tho i like it as it is and matches him pretty well already… and definitely not luffy’s cause it’s the crew’s insignia)

uuuuuhhh i hope y’all like it! suggestions for making it better are appreciated!!

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[kyupidos]

Hi! First time requesting so I don't know If I'm doing this right. Could I request Fluff/Headcanon in which character comforts a reader that has anxiety and overthinks a lot? The characters would be Malleus, Idia, Vil and Riddle. Please let me know if I misunderstood your rules, and it's okay if you don't accept my request. As always i love your work. And thanks.

12/4/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

delicate thinking���( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘even if the roots of your unsureness and thinking cause you to trip, they’ll be there to keep you steady.’

characters. diasomnia , ignihyde , pomefiore , heartslabyul : malleus draconia , idia shroud , vil schoenheit , riddle rosehearts ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), descriptions of unhealthy ways of dealing with anxiety like nail biting ( self indulgence ermm ), slight h/c, romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. hello!! you did this req just fine, tyty ^-^ SOO sorry for getting to this late, busy couple days, exams kicked my ass..but i always come back! things may be a bit ooc or spelt wrong ( though i sure hope not ) because i mostly wrote whenever i got bursts of writing motivation and wrote quickly, but i hope it’s nice anyway!

m. draconia

— as usual, malleus takes you by the hand, delicately so, like you were a fragile and expensive piece of jewelry. the cool, crisp air surrounds the both of you, in the dead of night with a few fireflies to illuminate you even so. he noticed it when you were whittling at your nails, taking quick action to cover your hands with gloves as he gave you a stern but concerned gave in regards to it. he knew it wasn’t a proper way of dealing with your troubles, at least that much was certain to him, but from previous experiences involving his constant attempts at helping and being there for you, he hoped it would be enough for at least this time.

— there wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind, and he admitted it himself though it left him rather pouty, that he wasn’t quite knowledgeable on the ways of mortal beings. not to say he hasn’t dealt with the matter at all, far from it, but he wished he had even the slightest clue what you personally were going through, just to comfort you more. he allowed his grip on your hand to be a little firmer, but not enough to hurt you—never enough to hurt you, ever. he turned to face you, noticing your more relaxed face which greatly contrasted your far more stressed expression from when he first saw you. he was a little worried your usual late night walks wouldn’t be enough, but it seemed this time around, he was wrong; he tended to be, when it came to mortal problems, but this time he wasn’t upset by the fact. you aren’t upset, so why should he be?

i. shroud

— the one and only, idia shroud, is certainly no stranger to the unfortunate dealings with anxiety and overthinking. quite literally cursed and therefore constantly wallowing in his own misery, it’s easy for him to tell when you’re going through something that leaves you anxious and pulling at your hair or cheeks, that if one would look closely enough, were barely stained by tears that were falling, but you were quick to wipe away whenever you noticed. he sympathized with you, so though it left him starting to feel anxious at the thought of it, he lovingly, in all his awkwardness, approached you in his attempt to help take your mind off things.

— he tends to be self-deprecative, even when he doesn’t mean it, but at times like these he makes sure to keep from it as to not leave you more anxious and stressed than you were before. in fact, though he’s not good at it, he wracks his brain to come up with compliments specially reserved for you, smiling with his sharp teeth sneakily peeking through as he addresses you as such, and though it’s again something he doesn’t mean, ends up switching the topic almost a dozen times and bringing up things he knows you like, whether it be hobbies or favorite whatever, and though neither of you recognize it, by that point, you’ve already relaxed enough to completely forget what you were anxious about before he showed up.

v. schoenheit

— being the housewarden of pomefiore, vil is an advocate for beauty and being the best you one could possibly be. and, well, unnecessary stress and anxiety doesn’t exactly come with that package, now does it? which means that vil will be damned if he lets you deal with that on your lonesome, that’s for sure. not only just a housewarden, he’s also a famous actor, so he’s had his fair share of anxiety and stress, especially in his early stages. he’s learned how to deal with relieving that very stress, and knowing that certain things may not work for everyone, he guides you through the basics first of all.

— he calms you down enough by guiding you through breathing exercises and rubbing your back with his hand, breathing careful reminders to take care of yourself, but making sure to watch his tone as to let you know he’s not belittling you in the slightest; he’s just worried for your health, he’ll have you know. on that note, he still guides you to his dorm room in order spend some of his free time with you, deciding to give you a little spa treatment—his treat, of course, he wouldn’t dare have you owe a favor in this state. he guides the process mostly himself, allowing you to sit back and relax, applying a face mask on you and giving you a more proper massage. after all, who would he be if he wasn’t making sure you weren’t the best you he knew you were?

r. rosehearts

— yes, certainly, a lenient riddle isn’t exactly a riddle many are used to seeing; but how could he be anything else knowing how there are one too many unnecessary things on your mind at the moment? the last thing he wants to do is contribute to that, so though it may or may not hurt his soul when rules are broken by you or when you’re in the vicinity, he doesn’t off any heads or lose his temper. rather, he focuses his attention on you to make sure that you’re cared for and feeling alright. after all, a you that’s frowning is the last you that he wants to see ( though it’s worse when you get so anxious you hide out in your room until you get over it ), so he’ll do all that he can do that at the very least, you feel pleasant.

— so he delicately pours you a cup of tea, allowing you to sit by him as he lets you rant about your sorrows, adding in commentary to let you know for a fact he’s listening and that he understands your feelings. he’s already prepared a variety of snacks for you to indulge on—though in the least harsh way he possibly could makes sure to let you know that it would be best to indulge while making sure not to do so too much in the process because he knows stress eating will do you know good—, snacks of which he put extreme amounts of work making just for you. so maybe the snacks are just a little, teensy bit imperfect in appearance or just a little too much of one or two ingredients in there that would throw it off balance normally, but you find yourself not caring, because the snacks are good enough that they take your mind off things for at least just this time.

[igglemouse]

I'm really not sure what I would have said to my parents if they were still around today. Maybe, no? Yeah, I think that is it. Just no. I wonder if they ever took a moment to think about what their actions might mean for me, their little girl and my future?

I guess I could ask? There are many spells that might allow one to speak to the dead but...

But I should not dwell too much on what could be and what could have been since it no longer matters today. From all that I know, they did love me, very much, but they loved their ambition a little more I suppose.

Either way, the result is the same. Me being here having a lame salad for breakfast and wishing I could be more accepted amongst the magical community.

Normally a spell caster would make simoleons through magic. Nothing crazy you know, we'd get licensed by groups to do this or that, within the realms of our needs of course, and then we split the income with the realm...but that isn't me. I'll have to come out here every day and collect things to try to make a simoleon or two. Perhaps one day I'll strike gold? Yeah, not likely with my luck.

I could get into more reliable jobs, quick tasks that pay out immediately like paper delivery or food delivery or, yeah, not where I thought my life would be. "Hey little Grace, what would you like to be when you grow up?" a paper delivery girl! Heh.

This is why it's important for me to sell my jewelry. It's not going for much because there isn't much of a brand behind it but it's good enough for right now. It's good enough to push me into the next day and the one after that and the one after that.

But despite not having no tutor or structured setting in which to learn magic I've decided that it won't stop me at all from trying it. As you might be able to tell, I'm not getting very far. Just more sparkly sparks.

With little motivation to do much else I find myself back outside and collecting rocks. Look, I'm young and able and so I may as well make the most of it and besides, I always need as many shiny rocks as possible for my jewelry.

And the day goes on with more collecting...

Before I knew it night had arrived. The moon showing half of its face and letting me know that it was probably time for me to head home.

Too bad I'm usually not one to listen to rules.

And so, with no lessons learned and with little to lose I head back into the castle. The doors were still unlocked and the lights were still lit but most importantly...

Tonight I would learn who was occupying this castle...

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Sidequest: The Viper Pit [snippet]

Batfamily Week 2023 day 5: Fantasy AU | Friendship/Team Bonding | “There’s more of you?!”

Summary

Duke buys a d20 from a mysterious pop-up shop, transforming an ordinary homebrew campaign into the beginning of We Are Robin’s next adventure.

Where were they?!

Panic filled Duke as he dismantled the couch cushions for the third time searching for his Wizards and Warlocks dice. His friends were gonna be here any minute and without the dice, there wouldn’t be a game and he would’ve spent eighteen hours writing his campaign for nothing. 

He found another batarang under the sink, but no dice. Groaning, he tossed it onto the small pile accumulating in the hall. 

Was it time to throw in the towel? He checked his watch. He couldn’t ask Bruce ‘cause he was out with Selina, or his siblings because they were busy, or even Alfred since he was out for the day. Too bad he wasn’t a Flash, otherwise he could sneakily buy some more time. And his only Flash friend (more like acquaintance) was Ace West, the Rube Goldberg of unintended consequences. 

Duke texted his friends that he might be late and told them where the spare key was before hopping on his bike, the GPS pinpointing every game store in Bristol

…which were all closed, because it was almost 7:30. 

In hindsight, he should’ve looked up their hours first. Then maybe he wouldn’t be screaming the fuck-word into a blue postal box after his fifth stop. 

Did Wayne Enterprises have fifteen-minute delivery? Did they even have a gaming subdivision?  

He briefly registered a text from Riko telling him they were there and that Dre would eat his food if he didn’t show. Sighing, Duke hopped on his bike and ran through his other options as he made his way back. Maybe he could fold origami ones? But that would take forever. 

At one of the red lights, he spotted a cardboard sign pointing toward a garage sale. Furniture. Clothes. Games. 

Everyone honked when he cut across two lanes. He shouted a quick apology and turned into a narrow alleyway with empty trash cans and shuttered windows. For a second, he thought he was in the wrong place, but another sign in the same font pointed to a slightly subterranean door with metal bars over the tiny window. 

Was he about to enter a murder dungeon? For board game dice?

Sure, why not. Worst case scenario, Jason bakes him a Welcome To The Dead Robins Club cake. 

The door swung open before he even knocked. He looked around for a motion sensor, but the place looked like the 1800s. A single bell rang as he stepped in.

“Hello? I’m here for the garage sale. Though this isn’t much of a garage.”

Walking through the maze of dimly lit shelves felt like writing in cursive for the first time. There were no signs or placards telling him where things were and nothing was grouped together. He found books with worn spines next to colorful glass orbs. An animal skull hung from the same rack as long robes and Renaissance-style dresses. He counted no less than a dozen candelabras scattered about. A cracked mirror stood against the wall. Wind chimes dangled from the ceiling, brushing the top of his head. Oh, and look, more orbs . Plus the dust itched his nose. 

He pushed a jewelry box aside to look into the next aisle. 

Suddenly: eyes. 

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[sirensleepingsoundly]

Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.3)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

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It took you a second to get out of the house the next morning. Mom took a moment to lecture you on safety, and told you to keep an eye out for Nancy, who hadn’t come home last night. That bit of information concerned you a little. And you decided before you even left home that you would keep it to yourself. No use worrying Steve when she was probably just out being a good little reporter.

You made it outside in time to see your friend pull up to your driveway. No music blaring like usual, just chatter from the other three people in the car. Robin and Dustin seemed engaged in a conversation on what kind of monster Vecna might be. You slid into the backseat, putting Dustin in the middle. The rest of the drive to Rick’s was quiet. Even Dustin seemed to be lost in thought looking out the front window.

Steve hummed a song to himself and tapped his long, slender fingers on the steering wheel. Although he was only humming anyone could tell Steve had a nice singing voice. You wished he’d sing more often. Over the summer, you, Steve, and Robin had seen and performed along to way too many musical movies, your favorite being Grease. Something about the way Danny did up his hair and how he walked reminded you of someone. On the other hand, the way he dressed and his smoking habit reminded you of someone else entirely.

Steve pulled up to the boathouse as quietly as he could manage. Before you could even make it out the door, Dustin was climbing over you to get to the groceries in the trunk quicker. His eagerness to feed this grown man threw your mind back to Dart, like Dustin was going to bring Eddie home to his mom and ask if he could keep him. The image made you snort, and Max looked over at you, confused. You tried to cover it with a cough.

Dustin had apparently decided against knocking and bust through the door of the boathouse.

“Delivery service.” The dork held up two brown bags at Eddie, who looked like he might have a heart attack, his brown eyes wide and his breathing quick. Once again you found yourself fighting the urge to chuckle. Eddie began to rifle through the bags and open a few of the items you’d brought.

“So we got uh, some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?”

The long haired boy stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth and chased it with chocolate milk. You were only slightly intrigued at how he shoveled food into his face. “Bad news first, always.”

Dustin huffed and clapped his hands together. “All right. Bad news.”

They talked but you weren’t listening. Eddie still wore the same clothes and jewelry. His hair looked like he had been messing with it all morning, the bangs licked up at the root. The light from the window shined on his rings. It took you a second to count that he wore four of them. Three on his left and one on his right. His hands were, for a lack of better terms, pretty. His nails weren’t exactly well manicured and they were definitely bitten short but they were clean, despite his hiding out in an abandoned boathouse for the last two days. You realized you were staring when you looked up and saw Eddie’s eyes on yours. You quickly flicked your gaze away and tried to refocus on the conversation.

“And the good news?”

“Your name hasn’t gone public yet.” Robin continued, also adding that once his name does get out he’ll be in for a pretty shit ride.

“Hunt the freak, right?” Eddie looked at the floor. You felt bad for him. Even though you saw him as kind of a dick, nobody deserves to be the scapegoat for a supernatural murder they had nothing to do with.

“Exactly.” Robin crossed her arms and leaned against the frame of the door.

“Shit.” Eddie ate another mouthful of cereal.

Dustin spoke up, “So before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.”

“That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?” Eddie looked at him, clearly upset, but Dustin just replied as nonchalant as ever.

“Yeah, no, that’s pretty much it.”

Steve butted in, “We usually rely on this girl who has super powers. But, uh, those went bye-bye so…”

“So we’re technically in more of a, uh… brainstorming phase.”

“Brainstorming.”

Eddie sunk into his spot on the ground. He wasn’t shy about voicing his thoughts on the situation, but you could tell he was still holding back. He had explained what he saw and just hearing his retelling, you had to try not to vomit. Eddie had actually seen it. It seemed fairly obvious that he was having issues dealing. He was doing a shit job hiding it. He looked so tired. The exhaustion on his face was clear.

Outside sirens blared, everyone froze.

“Shit. Tarp! Tarp!” Steve and Dustin scrambled to get the tarp back on so Eddie could hop inside.

After leaving Eddie with enough food for a few days, everyone piled into the car again. On your way back into town, the road by the trailer park was blocked by a gaggle of people and cop cars. Steve parked and stepped out to see the damage. That’s when everyone noticed Nancy standing there. You didn’t really wonder what your sister was doing on a back road by the trailer park someone had just died at, but then you noticed she was being questioned. The interviewer now the interviewee.

Everyone opened their doors to look. Steve waved at Nancy, who waved back, as she ignored a question the officer was asking her. You made an attempt to stifle the tinge of jealousy that the small action revealed. It felt pathetic, pining after Steve when he was still stuck on Nancy. Everyone knew it. You and Robin had a few stoned conversations about it. But you never admitted to Robin how you felt. You never knew how to be that vulnerable. Not with anyone.

Steve drove everyone to Max’s place. The kids went into her room, sans you and Steve. He leaned on the kitchen counter, resting on his elbows. Just being around him made your cheeks heat up. His hair always looked so soft. You wondered what it would feel like under your fingers.

“So. How are you doing with… all this?” Steve asked you, breaking you from your daydreaming. While he and the gang had been through the whole upside down issue three times, you only learned about it last year when you, Steve, and Robin had accidentally gotten yourselves stuck in a Russian lab under Starcourt Mall.

“Isn’t that something you should ask Eddie? I mean he’s the one being man-hunted right now.” You laughed humorlessly at the thought. Poor Munson. Even with his “town freak” title, he didn’t deserve this. It was beginning to piss you off how shitty this whole situation was.

“Yeah I guess. But Munson probably wouldn’t be honest about it. Not in front of Dustin, at least. Those two seem pretty close lately.”

“What makes you think that I would be honest? Maybe I’ll just lie and tell you that I’m not terrified at the fact that the Upside Down exists, and that people are dying and it’s definitely related. Maybe I’ll just tell you how I’m not scared that everyone I love is in danger.” You were frustrated, and the words just seemed to spill out. “Maybe I’ll say that everything is fine. Nothing bad is happening and the world is not on fire.”

Steve looked stunned. He looked like he was going to say something and then didn’t. Your face warmed a little in embarrassment.

“Look Steve, obviously the situation is a little fucked. But what can we do until we figure this out? Nothing is going to get better until Vecna is good and dead.”

Steve only nodded at your words. It was clear that you had just screwed the conversation into a depressing reality.

“Sorry. I guess I’m not adjusting as well as everyone else seems to have done.”

“Look kid,” you cringed internally at being referred to as a kid. You were only a year and some change apart in age. “Me, Nancy, and the others have been doing this for years. We’ll figure something out. It’s gonna be okay.” He put a hand on your shoulder to comfort you, and you relished in the brief contact.

When Nancy finally made it out of questioning, everyone sat in the living room, starting to explain their thoughts.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with some kind of spell. Now whether or not he’s doing the bidding of the mind flayer, or just loves killing teens, we don’t know. All we know is this is something different.”

You often found yourself tuning out of these conversations. Right now all you could think about was how Eddie was stuck in that dingy boathouse, eating Dustin’s selection of groceries. While the thought seemed a little funny you felt guilty. Maybe one of you should’ve stayed behind so he wouldn’t be alone.

“I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley’s office. If you saw a monster, you wouldn’t go to the police. They wouldn’t believe you.” Max looked uncomfortable all the time these days. Poor kid had lost a lot.

The shrink seemed like the best lead. Leaving Max’s, Nancy started to go off on her own.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Nance, where are you goin?” It was a bad time to be alone and you questioned your sister's sanity for a moment.

“It’s nothing, y/n. There’s just something I want to check on first.” She rolled her eyes at you, and Dustin spoke up.

“Something you wanna share with us?”

“It’s a shot in the dark, I don’t want to waste your time.”

“Yeah okay, are you out of your mind?” Steve’s voice cut through the conversation. “No you need… you need someone to…”

His concern was genuine, and if he were anyone else you might think it was only that. But you knew from the few years you’d been part of the group and being nosy that Steve’s show of protection was more for his continued unrequited love. It was like driving a stake through your heart, hearing him offer to go with her and almost ditching the kids with you and Robin. You crossed your arms and just got in the car, not wanting to even see how the rest of the conversation would go. You knew you were being petulant and acting like a child, but you didn’t really care.

Robin noticed. She always noticed this stuff. And while you had never been honest with her about your feelings for Steve, of course she could tell something was going on with you. Eventually Robin resolved to go with Nancy, if only to make Steve feel better. He plopped into the driver’s seat, complaining about Dustin wiping his dirty shoes on the inside of the car.

“Always the babysitter. Always the goddamned babysitter!”

While the outburst made Max and Dustin smirk, you were hurt. Up until this point you figured Steve saw you as as much of an adult as him or Robin. Clearly that wasn’t true. You tapped Steve’s shoulder before he started the car.

“Hey Steve, drop me off at Rick’s.”

He turned around to look at you in the back seat, “What? Sweetheart what the hell are you talking about, we need to read into the shrink lady.” You ignored the nickname he’d been calling you for years. He looked annoyed, but you were also upset and both of you being there wouldn’t help anything.

“I feel bad that Eddie is all alone. Besides, it doesn’t take four of us to steal a key to her office.”

“So what, you’re just gonna leave me with these two idiots?” Max and Dustin both flipped him off.

“Just do it. We’re already at the trailer park. It’ll take like ten, fifteen minutes tops.”

“You know what, fine. Whatever, I’ll just play babysitter by myself, it's cool.” It was not cool, but Steve elected to keep it to himself that he was hurt you were leaving him behind to go spend time with the freak.

Steve dropped you back off in front of the house, but grabbed your hand before you could make it out of the car. The contact made your stomach tumble but you forced yourself to look composed.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself? Eddie’s got a walkie, right?”

“Okay, A, I’m not going to be alone, Munson is here, and B, I am a full grown adult, Steve. I will be just fine if anything happens.” You shook his hand off, and shut the door behind you. Waving a sarcastic goodbye before making for the boathouse. After what felt like minutes, Steve finally drove off, leaving you in silence, except for the slight crunch of gravel beneath your shoes.

It took you a moment to work up the courage, and you couldn’t hear anything from inside, but you knocked on the small door on the side of the boathouse. After a minute with no answer, you knocked again, announcing that it was you and not a cop. The door swung open to reveal a very sweaty Eddie Munson holding an oar like a bat.

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

“Okay, A, I’m not going to be alone, Munson is here, and B, I am a full grown adult, Steve. I will be just fine if anything happens.” You shook his hand off, and shut the door behind you. Waving a sarcastic goodbye before making for the boathouse. After what felt like minutes, Steve finally drove off, leaving you in silence, except for the slight crunch of gravel beneath your shoes.

It took you a moment to work up the courage, and you couldn’t hear anything from inside, but you knocked on the small door on the side of the boathouse. After a minute with no answer, you knocked again, announcing that it was you and not a cop. The door swung open to reveal a very sweaty Eddie Munson holding an oar like a bat.

“What are you doing here, Wheeler?”

“Care for a little company, Munson?”

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