#all you need to do is send him to jail and scold him

[dovewingkinnie]

hero thats on her way to kill every single villain on earth most powerful villain thats scared shitless because he knows he'll be next one day

[princessbrunette]

oofff flashing criminal!rafe through the divider glass when you visit him in prison 🥰🥰🥰

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you promise yourself you won’t cry, and you don’t — brows etched in a permanent knit as the stoic officer leads you through to the visitation centre. you’re seated infront of a glass window and a telephone, awaiting the men in uniform to escort your boyfriend into the room.

he’d been in jail for a few weeks now, and today was finally the day you were able to visit him. it had been long and lonely without him, your communication wittled down to measly 2 minute phone calls that was likely listened in on by guards or other prisoners. you’d only hoped he had been doing okay, trying to put the horror stories you’d heard of prison out of your mind.

they bring in rafe, the man looking already more bulky from his time away, head shaved and orange uniform worn lazily, the shirt open to reveal a wife beater. you try to swallow down the urge to fully check him out, the concern getting the better of you as you snatch the phone to your ear, staring at him with wide glassy eyes. a smirk tugs at his lips at the eagerness as he raises his own to his ear.

“hi, baby.” his voice comes through drawled but clear as day.

“hi, are you okay in there? do you need me to send you anything? i— i just recently got in touch with this lawyer who said there may be a loophole —”

“yeah uh, let’s not talk about that a’ight? another time. i’m… i’m in here now, okay so— let’s just talk. normal shit.” he raises his eyebrows, to show it’s not a request but more so a demand— however at the end his expression melts into a reassuring smile. you sink a little in your seat, sucking in a deep breath.

“yeah, sorry.” you shake your head and he waves you off with a hand to show he didn’t mind, leaning back in his seat with his legs spread a little, phone still pressed to his ear. you stare at eachother in silence for a moment before he speaks again. “that dress… i haven’t seen that one.”

“its new.” you nod, looking down at yourself. he presses a few fingers over his lips, nodding slowly as he stares at the way the fabric is taught around your chest.

“mm… walkin’ round lettin’ other guys see you like that, huh?” he speaks but it’s soft, like he’s not really accusing you of anything — but old habits die hard. you frown, shaking your head anyway and he returns your gaze with his eyes hung low.

“wore it for you.”

“yeah…” he glances at the robotic officers stood stationed at the back of the booth, minding their business whilst simply doing there job. “why don’t you uh… gimme somethin’ to remember when i head back in? hm?” he cocks his head, eyes jumping down to your chest again.

“like what?” you sit forward slightly. you wanted to help him with whatever you could, you just wasn’t so sure what he was getting at.

“like… why don’t you pull that dress down for a sec? just real quick baby, i’m tryna see something.” he lowers his voice, and your eyes naturally flutter at the nasally rich-boy drawl that comes through the phones receiver. you burst into a giggle, looking around at the other visitors.

“rafe!” you sweetly scold, and whilst his lips jump up just a tad, he sits forward like he means business.

“m’not joking, okay? look if— if i could reach through this glass n’grab those fuckin’ titties right now i would, but i can not so i’m beggin’ you to work with me here. you don’t know what it’s like in here, kid — i’m a man starved, a’ight, please.” he drops his voice even more to hiss in a desperate whisper and you look around, wetting your lips as you consider making your move.

you return your gaze to him, and as your dress was strapless all you had to do was pull it down. you giggle mischievously as you do so, pushing your tits together with your hands, squeezing at them a little before yanking your dress up after you suspected the officer taking peeks. rafe grins, pleased — before shifting in his seat, adjusting his crotch area and glancing around. “mm, s’what i’m talkin’ about baby.”

“i miss you.” you’re still giggling, the smiling gently fading into a pout and he presses his lips together with a nod.

“miss you too. when i get outta here it’s fucking over for you, hope you know that. don’t expect to be walkin’ for a few days. that’s a damn promise.”

“well, i look forward to it, big bad rafe cameron.”

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[eddie-van-munson]

The Princess Bride (Farmhand!Eddie Munson x Princess!Reader)

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Warnings: Mentions of Blood (Nothing Graphic), Kissing, One Subtle Allusion to Smut, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn...I think that's it?

Summary: You've been best friends with the stable boy since childhood, but when a suitor comes from across the sea to ask for your hand in marriage, you're forced to finally confront your feelings for him.

A/N: I hope y'all like this! I've had this in my drafts for literally over a year, but people seemed interested when I asked, so here it is! Please, Please, Please leave a comment! It will keep me writing!

Six Years Old

Your earliest memory of him was from the stream. 

His head was a mess of wild brown curls, so thick they nearly covered his eyes, and his pants had been rolled up past his knees. You'd been sitting in the gardens, ignoring your tutor's endless lesson on etiquette, when you spotted him through the clearing. He wobbled as he waded further, jumping forward suddenly as he tried to catch a fish with his hands. You had to hide your giggle with a polite cough, lest you be scolded.

The boy heard you, though. He stared at you as you obediently walked along the bank behind a man with a large nose. 

You made eye contact with him, and as soon as he noticed he'd won your attention, it became a game. Suddenly, he was pulling funny faces and splashing around the creek like a giant. He held your gaze all the while, flashing you a two-front-toothless grin when you finally fell into a fit of giggles. 

You'd had to recite forty lines that afternoon because of him, but it was well worth it to share a laugh as he mucked about in the water.

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Six Years Old

The next time you saw the boy, you'd fallen ill with fever. It'd been a few months since the stream, and you almost didn't recognize him as he plopped a bundle of healing herbs down on your bedside table. 

"You don't look like a Princess." He crossed his arms before him as he eyed you suspiciously. "You're awfully pale…And you're not even wearing a crown or a dress or anything." 

"I'm sick, you knob." You frowned, "No one wears a crown to bed." 

He hummed, sticking up his nose. "I thought Princesses had to be grown-ups." 

"I'll be queen when I'm a grown up." You announced, bossily. "And you'll have to do everything I say, or I'll send you to jail." 

He scoffed, "Not if I'm the King! The Queen has to do what the King says!" 

You rolled your eyes, "Well, you can't be King." 

"Yes, I can! Haven't you ever read King Arthur?" He pointed, brows raising. "I just have to find an enchanted sword and pull it out of a stone. Then I'll be the King, and I'll send you to jail." 

Your cheeks went pink as you argued, "King Arthur isn't even real!" 

"Yes, he is! And I'll be just like him! King Edward the First!" You giggled, and the boy flipped around from where he'd started strutting around the room, proudly. "What?"

"Edward is a funny name." 

As wildly offended as the boy was by this comment, he had to hide the smile that crept to his face at the sound of your hoarse laughter. "It is not!" 

"Yes, it is! Who's ever heard of a King called Ed? King Eddie!" You held your stomach, falling into another fit of giggles. 

He turned from you indignantly, "Fine! Stay here all alone with your smelly herbs, then! I don't need any silly ole' princess!" 

"No!" You croaked, sitting up in bed. "Don't go. It's so boring up here. I can hardly stand it." 

He sighed, putting a hand on his hip, and thought for a moment. "Only because you'll have me beheaded if I don't." 

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Ten Years Old 

"Oh goodness…You've gotten mud on your dress!" 

Your mother fussed over the little blue dress you were wearing, kneeling beside you to get a better look at the damage. Splotches of brown had been smeared over your front. Even your hair had a few streaks of dirt. 

"I got in a mud fight with Eddie." You informed her, as if the mess was perfectly justified by this. 

She chuckled, "I see. It looks like he may have won this time, hm?" She gave your cheek a gentle pinch, making your nose scrunch. 

"No, he didn't!" You turned, pointing at your friend. He dragged his feet behind you, looking defeated. 

Your mother burst into pretty laughter at the sight of him, resting a hand on her stomach. "Oh lamb…come here." 

The poor boy was absolutely caked in dirt. Not an inch of him was left unscathed. His wild curls were sopping with heavy mud, and you couldn't even see the embarrassed flush on his pouty face. He looked like he'd rolled around in the pig pen.  

The queen tutted affectionately, smirking. "Oh what am I going to do with you two?" 

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Thirteen Years Old

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Tears welled in your eyes as you sat in the windowsill in your room, watching Eddie as he walked quietly by himself in the distant fields, below. "I don't like seeing him cry." 

"He'll be alright, love." Your mother cooed, taking a seat beside you. "I know it's hard to see him in pain, but the poor dear's lost his mother. It might take some time for him to feel like himself again." 

You sniffled, holding your knees. The words trembled when you spoke again.  "He'll be sent away, won't he? He won't be allowed to stay at the palace anymore." 

The Queen frowned, stroking your hair. "Why do you say that?" 

"His mother worked in the laundry. That's why he's lived here so long. Without her, he-" You trailed off, voice cracking as you gave a soft sob. 

"Oh, silly girl." She chuckled softly as she dried your tears. "You think we'd throw Eddie out all on his own?" 

Your brow furrowed, confused. 

"Eddie's a strong boy, sweetheart. He works very hard in the stables and takes good care of the horses. He holds his own…and even if he didn't, he's family. We'd never send him away." 

Your whole demeanor relaxed, "You really mean it?" 

Your mother smiled, "Of course." 

Still, your eyes didn't leave him. You sighed, "He's so sad...He's sad and I don't know how to fix it. 

"I wish we could fix it for him, darling, but that's not how these things work. You can't take away that hurt. You just have to let him feel it." She straightened her dress as she stood, giving your hand a loving squeeze. "But that doesn't mean he couldn't use a friend." 

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Fourteen Years Old 

"I didn't know Princesses were allowed to climb trees." Eddie's grin was stained sweet and red, his legs crossed over a branch lazily as you plucked another strawberry from the bushel you'd collected that morning. 

Your etiquette teachers would be appalled if they could see you now, wearing little more than a chemise in the summer heat as you straddled a thick tree branch. Your feet were bare and dirty where they hung in the breeze. You smirked, "They are if nobody sees them." 

Eddie laughed, and it was such a clear sweet sound that you wished you could keep it tucked inside a locket. You sighed, longing to freeze time and keep things just the way they were forever.

You relaxed against a branch, "I've got my whole life to do what royalty is supposed to do. I've got to do fun things while I can still get away with it."

Eddie chuckled, "Maybe I'm a bad influence on you, after all.

You frowned, "Did someone say that to you?" 

He shrugged, unbothered. "The maids whisper it. They say a young lady shouldn't be left alone with a young man." He put on his best 'prim' voice, making you giggle. "I'm a threat to your innocence!" 

You held your stomach, laughing. "A threat to my innocence? That's horrible!" 

He grinned, "You're telling me!" 

The breeze rustled the leaves in the tree as you lounged, breathing in the sweet summer air. 

Eddie had strawberry juice on his lips. For the first time, the tiny, ant-sized thought of kissing it away crawled into your brain. You squished the ant. 

A bad influence, indeed. 

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Fifteen Years Old 

"Tag!" 

Eddie sprang up from the corner of the barn, sprinting after you as you ran off into the fields. 

You lost him quickly, cutting down and into the gardens. The morning dew was cool as the grass tickled your bare feet, and you nearly slipped as you ran over the stone path. A gloved hand grabbed your elbow to steady you. You turned to see a member of the palace guard; his brows furrowed. "There you are, Princess. Your Mother-" 

It all happened so quickly. Eddie ran through the bushes, a playful grin tugging his lips, and grabbed you from behind, "I've got you!" He yelled, drowning out your giggles. 

Before you realized what was happening, the guard ripped you from his hold, tossing you aside. Eddie was thrown onto the stone path, his temple hitting hard against the tile. Distantly, he heard you shriek. His vision was fuzzy and starry when he felt the weight of the guard pin him down, a drawn sword shoved against his throat. "You shall not touch her!”

"Stop! Stop it!' You grabbed the guard's arm, But he threw you back down. Eddie choked your name. 

"Stay back!" The guard barked at you, pressing harder against the blade. Eddie could feel blood trickling from his head. He was trembling, eyes closed tight. Still, the guard yelled in his face, “Who are you? Hands by your side!” 

"He's my friend!" You screamed hoarsely.

"Get off of him this instant!"

You'd never been so happy to hear your mother's voice in your life. The guard dropped his sword at the sight of her rushing towards him. Immediately, his face drained pale as a ghost. "Y-Your majesty!" 

"Get off of the boy, for god sakes, he's a child! Get off!" The man clambered off of Eddie as your mother knelt beside him, fussing over him dotingly, "Oh sweetheart, your head…You're shaking like a leaf…" 

He blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. The queen turned to the guard as you pitifully crawled over to your friend, pushing his curls back off of his forehead. "I'm sorry I'm sorry-" 

The guard searched for an explanation, "Your majesty, I thought the boy was-" 

"I know what you thought!" She snapped, sternly. She was well aware of the whispers surrounding yours and Eddie's friendship. Your mother's lips were pursed, cheeks red. You'd never seen her like that before in your life. "It gave you no right to hold a weapon to that child's throat!" 

"Your highness, I-" 

Your mother ignored the guard, turning back to you. "Help me get him inside." You nodded obediently as she squeezed Eddie's shaking hand, "I'll send for a doctor to check your head, darling."  

Eddie nodded, dizzily. 

You sat with him later that night when the doctor had gone and his head had cleared. The mark on his forehead would scar, no doubt, but it had been well tended, and any concussion he suffered was minor. This knowledge, of course, did nothing to soothe his nasty headache. 

"You're not a very good sport, you know." He groaned as you took his hand, smirking. "Siccing the palace guards on me just because I tagged you?" He tutted, "What a sore loser." 

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Sixteen Years Old 

"You have to tell!" You ran after Eddie as he hauled a sack of oats through the gardens to the stable. 

He ignored you, holding his nose high. "No, I don't. I don't have to tell you everything just because you're a princess."

You crossed your arms, "You have to tell me because I'm your best friend, you knob. Best friends don't keep secrets!" 

"Sure, they do. You mean to tell me you've never kept a secret from me?" 

You groaned, "That's different! You have to tell me if you fancy someone!" 

Eddie sighed, turning to face you, and dropped the sack of oats. "Why do you want to know so bad?" 

You blushed, stammering. "I…I want to help you confess your love!" 

Eddie laughed, "What a lie! You just want to tease me!" 

"Oh, Come on!" You pouted, putting your hands on his shoulders. If you tell me who it is, I'll tell you a secret, too."

"Tempting." He sighed, picking up the sack again and throwing it over his shoulder. "But no." 

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Eighteen Years Old

"You've got to keep it down…"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as he guided you towards the stables. "Why?" 

He laughed, "If I told you why, then it wouldn't be a surprise." 

He smirked when you groaned, reaching for the latch on the barn door. “You know I don't like surpris-..." 

 You went silent as he led you inside slowly, revealing a soft colored mare, and below her, her newborn foal.

"Oh!" You gasped, a smile creeping to your face. You stepped forward, wanting to approach the baby, but Eddie took your arm, gently pulling you back.

"You've got to be careful...the mare's protective of her. I nearly got kicked in the teeth this morning." He chuckled, enjoying the amazement in your eyes as you watched the mother and baby interact. 

"She's beautiful." You mumbled, grinning. 

Eddie couldn't help but smile, "She's strong too..." He paused, breath fanning your neck as he spoke just loud enough for you to hear. "She'll make a good riding horse, one day." 

You met his brown eyed gaze, biting your lip shyly as he nudged your arm with his elbow. 

You could feel him admiring you. 

You liked it.

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Nineteen Years Old

"Oh, Eddie. He was horrible…You wouldn't have been able to stop laughing!" 

Eddie clutched his stomach, laying back against the grass as he toyed with a wildflower. "That's because it's funny!" 

Your fingers fumbled with the ends of your hair, untangling the intricate hairstyle it's been tied up in. "It's not so funny when it's you!" 

Eddie grinned, looking starry eyed, "It really just fell off of his head?" 

"During dinner!" You exclaimed. Eddie fell into another fit of laughter. "Right onto his plate in front of everyone!" 

Your friend sighed, wiping his happy tears as he sat up to gather a handful of clovers. "I can't believe he wore an honest to God wig. The poor lamb." 

You laughed at his faux sympathy, watching his hands as he wove together stems. 

He looked so different from the little boy you'd befriended as a child. His wild curls had grown just past his shoulders now, his bangs often covering the scar on his temple. His arms and back were beautiful, muscles sloping gently beneath his skin, and while he was a hint more bronze than he had been as a boy, his freckles remained. His nose and his dimples had never changed in the slightest, and those big brown eyes reassured you that no matter how much Eddie had grown up, he'd always be that silly little boy, deep down. He'd always be your Eddie. 

"But what's the verdict?" He chuckled, "You never said. Is he the one?" 

You groaned, "You're mocking my pain." 

"I am not!" He fought a smirk. "I didn't want to assume. Maybe he was a wonderful conversationalist." 

You giggled, yawning. "I wouldn't know. I didn't catch a word he said after his hair went into his soup. 

Eddie gave you a fond smile, laying on his elbow beside you, "Here you are, princess. A crown." 

Your heart felt oddly achey as he draped a handmade crown of wildflowers over your head. You smiled, affection in your eyes. 

Your throat was tight when you spoke, "You're better than any prince, Eddie Munson." 

His cheeks flushed faintly. "Well, I don't know about that…" He tapped your nose playfully. "Most princes don't smell like a barn." 

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Twenty Years Old 

"Eddie, darling!" Your mother had called to him as he cut through the gardens back to the stable. His brows raised when he turned to find the Queen accompanied by you and the King. A man Eddie had never seen before held your arm, an unreadable expression on your face. Eddie bristled. 

"Your Majesties." Eddie nodded his head politely as the group approached, his muscles stiff with wariness. 

Your father gave a proud smile, gesturing to the stranger on your arm. "Son, let us Introduce you to Prince Carver the Fourth: Heir to the Throne of Hawkins."  

"An honor to meet you, Your Highness." Again, Eddie bowed his head. He'd never seen someone that looked so stiff. The two of you would have fun joking about it, later. 

Prince Carver was older than you, and by the looks of him, he'd never been outside a day in his life. Every last one of his blonde hairs had been tediously placed, as if he'd been sculpted out of clay, and his boots were perfectly polished black leather. The blonde eyed Eddie with disdain, crinkling his nose at the sight of his work clothes. "Yes, I'm sure." 

Eddie fought an eye roll. Another suitor, he assumed. The Royals were only being polite by offering him a tour, seeing as he'd travelled so far only to be rejected.

The Queen stepped towards him, glancing at the prince. "Eddie has become a very dear friend to our daughter, Prince Carver. Perhaps he would make a nice addition to your staff. He's served us so well in our stables." 

Confusion was visible in Eddie's face. An addition to his staff? What was going on? He looked to you for help, but your eyes were cast down into the grass. 

Prince Carver cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, we aren't lacking any farmhands at the moment, but you need not worry about the princess, your highness. She'll find much companionship in Hawkins, once we are wed."

Eddie felt his blood go cold. Absolutely frigid. 

Once we are wed. Once we are wed. Once we are wed.

His mouth opened to say something, but he couldn't find a single word. He was desperate to look you in the eyes, but his gaze was only met by a small shimmer on your left hand. An engagement ring. 

"Please excuse me, Your Majesties." 

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Eddie hadn't cried like this since his mother died. 

He hadn't felt the blow of such terrible loss since he'd been orphaned. 

He sat alone in the barn on a stool, tears rolling down his cheeks as he gently stroked his fingers through the mane of the foal he'd surprised you with two years ago.

It was a pretty horse…full grown now and patterned with soft brown spots across her back. You'd named her "Sweetheart" after hearing Eddie call her that. 

Come're, Sweetheart. 

Here you go, Sweetheart. 

Good job, Sweetheart…That's it. 

Pain shot through his chest at the realization that the horse would probably get to go with you to your new home. 

But not Eddie. Eddie would be left behind. 

He clenched his jaw, eyes burning as he buried his fists in his curls and tugged. He was angry. He couldn't help but feel angry. It wasn't fair. His whole heart was being shipped off to God knows where, and there wasn't a word he could say about it. 

It wasn't your fault. You were a princess. Your hand in marriage was a pawn in a game of political chess. It had been since the beginning. Both of you knew this. You always had. So why weren't the two of you happy that this inevitable union was one that would lead the country to thrive? 

Eddie took a deep breath, relaxing his hands from his hair and rubbing tears from his face. 

You'd daydreamed with Eddie before. Lots of times. It was always the same thing.

I wish we could just run off and live in the woods, Eds. Just you and me. We could build a little cottage beside a stream. That way, we could swim in the summertime. You could finally teach me to fish, too. 

Is that what he'd been expecting? Had he hoped, deep down, that he'd somehow end up in that cottage after all, spending summer days with you by a stream? 

Maybe. Or maybe he'd just wanted you. 

He'd dreamt up hundreds of different futures for himself. There were countless paths he'd wandered down curiously in his head, over the years. Some were outlandish and fantastic…some were more modest. As much as they varied from day to day, he was realizing now that his hopes for the future had always held something in common. 

He'd always had you. 

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The next week seemed never ending. 

Eddie didn't see you once. You were avoiding him. That much was obvious. 

Before the proposal, you made a habit of visiting Sweetheart at least once every day. You liked to brush her as you talked with Eddie, twisting braids into her coarse hair. She was spoiled rotten, no doubt, but that didn't leave the horse feeling any less deprived of attention with the sudden loss of your quality time. She'd gotten fussy over the week, whinnying and pacing in her stall. She'd even started kicking again, when she was feeling particularly agitated. 

Still, you made no appearance at the stable. Eddie was surprised, however, to look over the gate one evening to find Prince Carver walking swiftly through the grass. 

"Your highness." Eddie nodded, spotting the green apple in the man's hand. "Have you come to feed the horses?" 

"Certainly not." Carver scoffed, "I've come on behalf of the Princess. I find it inappropriate for her, as a lady, to be spending time in the stables. 

 I've reassured her that I'll take it upon myself to fulfill any required visits with Sugarplum." 

Eddie frowned, " Forgive me Your Highness, but I think you might be thinking of Sweetheart." 

The man scoffed, slapping the apple down in Eddie's hand before storming off.

 "Whatever the damned thing's name is." 

Eddie swallowed hard, calling after him. "Would you like me to show you how to feed her, Prince Carver?" 

The man laughed cruelly, "Heavens no. That's your job, is it not?" 

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"What on earth are you-! Edward Munson!" You gasped, immediately dipping over the stone ledge of your window to reach for him. He laughed, flashing you a boyish grin as he took your hand, pulling himself up and over the sill. 

Christ, you'll crack your skull one day!" You muttered, the both of you giving way to the effort and falling to the floor with a thump. 

"For the present my skull remains intact." He reassured, giving a faux bow of his head. 

You snorted, plucking dead leaves and briars from his thick dark curls. "What on earth put it in your head to climb all the way-" 

Eddie caught your hand, his eyes landing on your engagement ring. His thumb brushed over its stone as your heart sank into your belly. 

"Oh." 

Eddie studied the ring for a moment, taking in its details. There was a long silence. Finally, you spoke. 

"It's a dreadfully heavy thing." You pulled it off, placing it on your bedside table. "It catches on my gown, anyways."

A knowing smile crept to Eddie's lips. He sat in the silence for a moment before reaching into his pocket. 

A small wooden ring was produced, painted delicately along the band with tiny white flowers. He slipped it onto your marriage finger. "How's that one?"

You were breathless. "It..it's..." 

It was perfect. It was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, though you couldn't find the words to say so. 

Eddie's thumb brushes over the flowers, "I carved that for you when we were sixteen."

Tears welled in your eyes.

"I had it in my mind to propose to you then. The gardener stopped me when he discovered my plan." He gave a sad chuckle. A comfortable silence hung between you. Eddie took your hand, humming. "Would you have said yes?" 

"Eddie..." A tear rolled down your cheek, only to be brushed away carefully by his ever-gentle hand. You gave a sad laugh, your thumb stroking over his wrist. "You're not being fair." 

"Maybe not." He whispered, "But any man should be damned if he saw you and didn't want to keep you."

"It's cruel." Your voice wavered with emotion. "You know I've loved you since we were children...nothing can be done about it, Eddie."

"Nothing can be done about it?" Eddie gave a humorless laugh, "You're going to be Queen. Everything can be done about it." 

"What would you have me do?" Your brow furrowed. "Tell my father to end our alliance with Hawkins?"

"Yes! Hawkins only seeks to use us for our resources. Forest Hills is better off without their partnership." 

You swallowed thickly. The cicadas sang their response from the Glenside below. Again, Eddie wiped your tears. 

"Love is not something to be kept only for common folk. Your father will understand that. So will your kingdom." 

Something in you crumbled under his gaze. You drew closer, letting him envelope you in his arms. He held you for a long time, stroking your back, sweetly. 

"I spoke to your mother." He cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. Your head tilted back; eyes wide as you stared up at him. 

"Did you?" 

"Yes." His eyes were so warm and brown. You had admired them many times before this, but never quite so closely before. "I knew I was to ask for your hand...I couldn’t very well ask for your father's blessing, so I felt your mother's would be just as valuable. To us, at least."

You smiled, your forehead resting against his. "What did she say?" 

Eddie chuckled at the memory, "She pinched my cheek red. I wish you could've seen it. She cried and held my hand...told me she'd always known I would ask her one day." 

You gave a watery laugh, your fingers lacing tightly with his.

"She said she didn’t know if it was possible for me to make you mine, but that nothing would make her happier." 

There was a long silence. Eddie cradled your face, "Do you feel the same, little Princess?" Your pretty eyes fluttered at his whisper. "Do you love me the way I love you?" 

"How could you even ask?" 

Eddie chuckled, "Because I've done nothing but profess my feelings for you tonight, and now I'd like to hear you do the same." 

You chuckled, your smile fading with thought. 

"I knew...I knew I loved you about five summers ago." Eddie smiled fondly, his cheeks going pink. "We practically lived outside then...the world seemed so bright and warm and I didn't realize then that it was all because of you." You reached up, carding her fingers through his messy hair.  "The sun turned your curls golden on the edges-" 

Before you could finish your sentence, he was kissing you. He was soft and warm and strong, holding you close as you melted for one another. Eddie laughed, breathless, when you parted. "I'm afraid I win, then. I've loved you far longer than that." 

You laughed brightly as he kissed you again, working his way down your jaw to the column of your throat. "When?" You breathed, whimpering as he nipped at the crook of your neck. 

"It's hard to say." He moaned softly as you coaxed him back up to your lips, your hands lacing in his hair. "All I know is that I've never loved you more than I do right now." 

Another tear rolled down his love's cheek. He kissed it away. 

"But why these tears, now? Am I really that terrible?" 

You gave a watery laugh. "No. Not at all I...I just..." You gave a little sob. "I want to marry you. I want to be your bride and keep you always, but I can't-" 

"Marry me, then. Right now." 

You frowned, tucking a strand of his curls behind his ear. "What?" 

Eddie thumbed your ring as he caught your hand. "Do we not have a ring? A gown?" He swallows thickly, eyes darting between your night clothes and the mattress beside you.  "A marriage bed?" 

Slowly, You stood, guiding Eddie to stand before you. "We...we have to make a vow" 

"What kind of vow? I've never been to a wedding." 

You stared up at him, eyes brimming with love. "S-Something about.... For richer and for poorer. Through sickness and in health. From each sun to each moon." 

"May I write my own?" 

A tear rolled down your cheek as you nodded. 

He looked down at your hands, so soft and perfect in his rough ones. "I wish I could tell you that as my wife, you will want for nothing. I wish I could make you flowery promises about how you won't have a care in the world...but since I can't make you those promises, I'll make you the ones I can." 

He knelt before you, gazing up into your eyes. 

"I promise to you that no matter how hot the summer's day, I'll always climb to the highest branches to find you perfect, sun-spotted apples."

You giggled, a grin splitting your cheeks.

"I promise to let you spoil your horse as badly as you wish. Never again will I deprive her of a single sugar cube." 

Another giggle. Eddie kissed your knuckles.

"I promise to kiss you...often and abundantly...until you can't bear to kiss me even once more."

Eddie grinned at your blush. 

"I can't build you castles, but I promise you a home. I promise you food to eat and sturdy walls to keep you warm. I promise you children to nurse and adore." 

Eddie paused, heart fluttering.

"And I promise you love. The same love for you that I've held long since before I even knew what I was feeling." 

His voice wavers. 

"I promise that at the end of our lives, I will still feel it." 

Eddie clasped your hand with his, "So, Princess. If you'll have me...then with this ring, I thee wed." 

You repeated his words, falling to your knees to embrace him. Eddie caught you in his arms as he stood, peppering kisses to your nose, then your cheeks, and finally, your lips. 

His thumb brushed your new ring, gently. "I can't tell you how it feels to see you wearing it." He gave a watery laugh. "It's been sitting on my nightstand for four years now." 

"I wish I could wear it always..." 

"Why can't you?" He pulled back to meet your eyes.

Your expression sunk, "I'm afraid I'm still scheduled to be wed tomorrow morning." 

"Oh, don't be ridiculous." He hummed. "You think I'd allow another man to marry my wife?"

"Eddie..." He scooped you up, laying you gently upon your mattress before sitting beside you. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid tomorrow." 

He chuckled as you combed through his curls with your fingers. "When have I ever been known to do stupid things?" 

"I mean it. You remember what happened the last time someone thought you were a threat to my innocence. It would kill me to see you hurt." Your fingertips grazed the scar on his temple, stiffening at the memory of his head hitting stone. 

There was a long silence as Eddie gazed at the ring. He kissed each of your fingertips slowly. "Do you trust me?" 

"More than anything." 

Eddie smiled at this, holding your hand to his heart, "Then don't worry." 

You gave a hesitant smile. Eddie cradled your body against his, gently combing through your hair. 

"We must leave tonight." He whispered. "Disappear into the woods. If we rode as far as we could on Sweetheart, it would be nearly impossible for them to find us by the time morning came. It would be difficult, but we'd be free." 

Immediately, you tensed. "Eddie, no. He could have you killed if they found us." 

"Then you'd better hold me awfully tight for as long as you can, my love." 

**********

You woke to the sound of water rushing beside you. You laid upon a bed of moss; a thick blanket tucked around you. You felt shade cover you as a figure knelt as your side. A hand on your head, pushing your bangs back lovingly. You stretched and groaned in response, not wishing to leave behind the warmth of your blanket, and kept your eyes closed.

"What a shame." Eddie cooed with a smirk, seeing right through your fib. "My little wife is simply too weak and exhausted to carry on. I suppose I must leave her behind..."

Your eyes flew open, taking his bait. "Leave her behind!?"

Eddie laughed brightly, pulling you into a smiley kiss. You were beginning to think nothing in the world felt better than kissing him.

Eddie's nose nudged against yours as he hummed passively. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

Your jaw dropped, "I do not, Eddie Munson."

He giggled, "You most certainly do, Mrs. Munson. We had a whole conversation whilst you slept."

"What about, pray tell?"

Eddie laid on his back beside her, letting her rest against his chest as he tucked his arms behind his head. "How handsome I am."

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you kissed him. The sun was warm and the cool earth beneath you felt like silk beneath your skin.

"I feel like I could do anything I wanted out here. No one could stop me."

"You could." Eddie smirked with another peck. "But I'm afraid we must keep traveling, my love. We still have a long way to go."

"How far are we going?

He tucked hair behind your ear, "So far they'll never find you. So far that it will be impossible for them to take you from me."

You nodded, curling in against him.

"And once we have finally traveled far enough..." Eddie grinned down at you. "I shall build you our cottage by the stream." 

***********

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JSHDJDBDJBSSJSBS THE WRIO ONE👀💦 + the fact that you can stay after serving your sentence

imagine being one of the prisoners at the fortress at first but you actually smiled at him when he's signing your paperwork for having served your sentence but he wants you to stay...

If you cooperate, you get a protective and cuddly wolf but if you don't, then you'll get a lovely 'hustle and tussle' at first. Don't worry, sigewinne has all the ointments needed to soothe the bite marks and hickies left by a beloved wolf🤭🥰

-💦anon (life is killing me but my therapy are hot men -wriothesley and Neuvillette-🦋)

💦nonny, me too lol i feel less tired just thinking about them. sending you a digital hug <3

And this… face the fact that we can't leave the Fortress of Meropide once the sentence starts, it doesn't matter if it's 10 days or not 😹💗

CW: yandere, non-con, abuse of power, spanking, forced imprisonment

You weren't actually that worried about going to jail—although you weren't so laid-back as to think it was summer camp, you weren't sighing like the others either. You live in Fontaine, after all, a country famous for its laws. Your friend has been to the Fortress of Meropide three times, and a classmate was imprisoned for 15 days for some inexplicable reason. They give you some instructions on what to do in prison and write letters to friends who are still in prison asking them to look after you.

You go to jail with the papers, but the receptionist is on leave, so you have to go to Wriothesley in person. Need to meet the "Duke"? Fortunately, you learned about Wriothesley's character from your friends in advance and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi, do you want some tea?" Whether you shook your hand or nodded, Wriothesley put down a cup of warm tea on the table and read some stupid shit charges, such as singing for Furina but off-key, lying about not having dessert at home, hanging wet clothes on rain. The number on your sentence document is "10 days." You are clearly a victim of these stupid crimes.

During these 10 days, you have been assigned to work in Wriothesley's office to replace other prison labor. You read the manual and brew the tea, looking around in confusion, but don't see any other prisoners - are you the only one working here…? You just had to prepare tea, process and deliver documents, but…once you accidentally dropped a piece of the opera cake on the floor (his afternoon tea). Without warning, Wriothesley pulled down your panties and spanked you. Absolute…shock. Could he do this…?

You convince yourself that this might be prison discipline…right? It should be like this, right…?

After working for ten days, you hummed a song and walked briskly, holding the release documents to look for Wriothesley. With a grin, you asked him to sign it in a soft tone.

"Why do you think I'd sign?" He raised his eyebrows and looked up at you, crossing his arms.

Your raised lips froze, and the luster gradually faded from your face. "You-won't you sign?"

Unexpectedly, you receive a confession from "The Duke," the prison administrator. Knowing that it was not a reason for the complaint, you gradually felt relieved. Ask your heart, do you agree to stay -

Agree:

Wriothesley leaves you in the Fortress of Meropide, but also allows you to return to the surface. He is a humorous and considerate boyfriend. The two of you often date at teahouses, coffee shops, and the Fortress of Meropide. Once, Chief Justice met the two of you and sighed in realization. "So this is your mate, for love and mating."

You: (cheeks burning) ?????

Disagree:

There was an argument that ended with Wriothesley pushing you and placing you on the table, forcing your legs apart. It was rough but controlled force - basically no injuries except for bites and hickeys on your neck and inner thighs. Frustrated sobs gave way to reluctant moans. After this, little Sigewinne gave him a rare scolding, and examined and applied medicine to you.

Still, you can't get out of jail. Those handcuffs locked you in his office and resting area. He pats your head and tells you to be good.

[mixiury]

Always remembering you - Genshin x GN reader

Characters: Wanderer, Itto, Kaveh, Neuvillette

Summary: You have to leave for a long period of time. What do they do after it? (Basically them missing you)

A/N: I am alive!! Sorry for not posting in a while. Honestly I haven't been very motivated to write but I randomly got this idea so I hope yall like it! (I edited some parts and typos I noticed so hopefully now it is better :)

Wanderer has no need for things as transitory and insignificant as the attention of others— specially if it comes from an human being— so what makes you believe that you would be an exception?

It's been decades since he last sought companionship after all. The only reason why he asked you to accompany him is to complete the tasks Nahida assigned him. It is just easier for you to do all the hard work instead of him. Don't try to read between the lines.

Yes. Of course it was necessary to stop in the middle of Sumeru's forest to contemplate the surroundings for the past hour. It is part of his job to ensure that there are no potential dangers near the city.

Actually, the fact that the path you were taking was blocked by a tree that mysteriously collapsed in front of you due to a strong blown of wind has nothing to do with him. Why would you think he did that in the first place? You're imagining things.

The only reason he's holding your hand right now is so you don't get lost or delay him by this absurdly long new path he's chosen. Yes, it's clearly the only option you two have, so don't complain and keep walking.

But if you need a moment to rest he won't refuse. And if at any point you decide to lean your head on his shoulder, he won't push you away either. Just don't get used to this, he only allows it because he knows how fragile human bodies are and he prefers to avoid Nahida's scolding for leaving you in the middle of nowhere.

And if you still have doubts, that's right, the fact that all these things happen after not being able to talk to you all week is totally a coincidence.

Itto, on the other hand, doesn't seem to know the word discretion.

What do you mean you have another important commission to do? But didn't you just finished one yesterday? How about you join him in a beetle tournament instead? Or maybe you can spend time with the gang? Come on, he knows you can't refuse this unique opportunity!

Hmm? That you always spend time with them..? But this time is different! This time they will do something so different and so incredible that you just can't loose! Trust him. Arataki Itto always keep his word!

And it is just that it seems like the entire universe is sending you signals to spend time with him. From Itto posters that mysteriously appear on paper airplanes to his name in the alphabet soup you eat.

But if all that is not enough to convince you that it is the destiny the one putting you together, somehow you both end up meeting multiple times a day. No matter where you look, he will be there.

Do you have to collect different flowers from Inazuma for your commission? It turns out that floristry is one of his hidden talents! Do you have to give them to someone? How curious! He was just talking to that same person! Are you saying he is brothering them? Of course not! He would never do that... On purpose.

There's no point in questioning him, somehow he always has an excuse- (although it doesn't mean they make sense). It's only until you look up at the sky and see fireworks with Itto's face, his signature, and the words "I miss you" that he finally tells you the truth behind all the coincidences that has happened during the day.

However, the moment does not last long, because shortly afterwards different guards come running to capture Itto for alleged harassment and "illegal use" of fireworks without authorization. Complete defamation if you ask him.

At the end, you and Kuki have to visit him in jail and take care of all the paperwork for the damage him and the gang caused. But hey, at least that means his plan worked?

Kaveh directly doesn't seems able to function properly.

Don't get him wrong, he knows better than anyone how hard it must be for you to be so busy. After all, he has found himself in the same situation as you multiple times in the past.

It's just that he had never noticed the influence you have on his life until that moment, where instead of having breakfast together at the same place as always he finds himself eating preheated noodles from the microwave.

For the first time in a long time he's having trouble concentrating on his work, unable to finish the commission he's been putting off for the last week— not so surprisingly— the same amount of time since you traveled to Fontaine.

Because every time he looks at the paper on the desk he can't stop his hand from drawing sketches of you, his mind clouded with questions about your safety and how you are doing.

Kaveh doesn't really know how to control that feeling so he does the only thing he knows in situations like this; Overwork himself. Going from basically doing nothing all week to creating almost a month's worth of work in a few days.

Of course, it doesn't take much for his friends to notice, trying to reason with him more than once. However, if there is something to recognize from Kaveh it is his stubbornness, reassuring them that everything is completely under control.

It's only until he ends up falling asleep during a conversation with Tighnari that he decides to take action into his own hands, sending you a letter telling you about the situation because your boyfriend can barely stay awake during the day and has been living of coffee.

And despite his reproaches towards Tighnari, he can't help but feel glad the moment you return to Sumeru a few days earlier than anticipated, updating you on every little detail that happened while you were gone and sleeping for almost a full day no long after. He may thank Tighnari later.

Unlike the others, Neuvillette feels totally fine after you left.

Of course he notice your absence and perhaps your name has appeared in his mind more than three times in the day but that's all. There is no need to worry about it, Take all the time you need.

He continues with his routine as always. He is also a very busy person so he doesn't think a lot of it. He's just walking around in the same place where you met because he's taking a short break. Nothing more than that.

In fact, you might even be able to see him ordering at the same coffee shop where you had your first date, sitting at the same table he sat at back then. But that isn't related to this situation, so please continue what you are doing.

But if you notice how Fontaine has fallen into heavy rain this last month, he will just reassure you that it's completely normal. Probably is just the weather that hasn't been stable lately. Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control as it always has been.

Yet, even if he manages to fool himself, all the melusines notice the way his gaze wanders from the documents on his desk to the empty seat next to him. His eyes shining every moment he hears the door of his office open just to met with the disappointment in them when he realizes it's not you on the other side.

Because despite his attempts to distract himself, it's simply impossible when every place he goes has some memory of you. He knows you won't be away for long so why does he feel like something is missing when you're not around?

Melusines try to talk with him, even requesting help to Furina, but it doesn't seems to be an end of the countless rains that has been occurring since you left.

He will just continue denying his feelings over and over, completely oblivious of them and the attempts of others to cheer him up.

It's hard for Neuvillette to understand the reason for his the emptiness he feels, but when he sees you once again he can't help but notice the great sense of relief that comes with you, immediately asking you how you are doing and making sure you feel welcome.

Maybe with the pass of the time he will be able to come in terms with his feelings but for now all he wants to do is to spend more time with you.

[blueicequeen19]

This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

Warnings: protected sex, oral, face fucking, cheating, drug use,

I showed up at the bar on The Cut twenty minutes after I received the anonymous picture of my boyfriend with another girl on his lap. I was not about to let him get away with cheating on me or humiliating me. Especially with some Pogue girl. I burst through the door, my eyes immediately scan the room but don't see him anywhere. I was going to kill him.

I finally spot the cheating bastard across the bar, sitting outside on the patio with a different girl on his lap. I see red as I start across the room when a warm hand catches my wrist, pulling me to stop.

"Easy, princess." I roll my eyes at the sound of JJ Maybanks' voice. I try to yank free of his hold but he's much stronger and easily pulls me back out the front.

"Let go of me." I hiss, trying to plant my heels only for him to keep manhandling me like I weigh nothing.

"You go over there like this and you'll go to jail. Kooks press charges." JJ scolds, letting me back over to my car.

"He's humiliating me! On The Cut no less." I fume, the need to break something too great as I pick up an empty beer bottle and toss it then kicking at the gravel.

"Well, I'm from The Cut and I would never cheat on you." JJ plasters on his best flirty smile.

"Shut up."

"Come on. Don't you think it would drive him crazy to see you all over a Pogue. He'd lose his mind." JJ steps closer, my back hitting my car door as my heart skips a beat. My insides were heaving in my chest. I could hardly catch my breath with how angry I was but now.. I wanted revenge.

"Going after a Pogue is a low blow." I murmur, trying to resist looking at how good JJ actually looks. He was a nice change from the wannabe frat guys with their polos and colored khaki shorts. JJ didn't give a shit about appearances and it showed. His clothes looked several years old, worn and tattered, but he still pulled it off well. His blonde surfer dude hair was a mess and tucked into his backwards ball cap. He didn't have the pressures of dealing with all the bullshit that came with being a Kook. JJ was free.

"You can blow me if you want. I won't make you." JJ licks his lips, the smell of alcohol on his breath as he moves in closer.

"Shut. Up." I scoff, looking anywhere but his overly cocky face.

"I've had a crush on you forever. You know, back when you were a Pogue." JJ leans in, his lips brushing my bare shoulder in my tank crop top. I shudder, pulling my shoulders back as he straightens back up. I hated his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that didn't miss thing. That never looked away even when I wanted him to. I hated how good he always looked without trying. I hated that he could do whatever he wanted without being judged while I was a prisoner to my own world.

"I hate you." I growl, shoving at his chest. He needed to get away from me. I couldn't think with him so close. He made me want to do things. JJ smirks, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at me.

"That turns me on.” JJ smirks, showing off his adorable dimple. “I love it." He murmurs in a deep, sexy voice that has me needing to clench my thighs and change my panties.

"We're not doing this. I'm not doing this." I turn to leave but he catches my elbow, pulling me against him. I loved the way his hands felt. I wanted him to touch me everywhere with those warm, callused hands.

“You might hate how I make you feel or what I’m doing to that uptight little body but you don’t hate me. You’ve never hated me.” JJ’s voice is soft, despite the firm hold on my elbow. I yank away from him, opening my car door and getting inside before watching him walk away.

My eyes find the bar entrance through my rear view mirror in time to catch my stupid boyfriend walking out with each arm around a girl that’s not me. My blood boils as I turn in my seat to take a picture with my phone. I immediately send it to him, wanting him to know that I know.

He’s laughing with them as he stops to pull his phone out, his expression hardening for a moment at the picture before he tucks his phone back in his pocket and leads the two girls away. I throw the door open of my car, so angry I can hardly breathe, but I don’t go after him. I race towards where JJ went.

I find him just as he kick starts his bike, hating that he looks good no matter what he does. His eyes find mine as I come to a stop next to him and he smiles, nodding behind without saying a word. I don’t hesitate before straddling the bike and wrapping my arms around his waist. I try not to press myself against his back but he revs the engine, startling me so I scoot closer.

My skin ignites further when his hand finds my knee, giving me a reassuring squeeze before taking off into the night.

We get to his house out in the marsh and I’m genuinely surprised by how nice and quiet it is. He seems to value what he has because it’s well kept and maintained, not a single thing out of place. It was different than how we’d grown up. That brings me to wonder where his dad is if not mooching off his son but JJ distracts me, taking my hand and leading me inside.

“Hungry?” JJ asks, leading me into a small functional kitchen. The place is entirely outdated but it’s homey.

“A little.” I sit down at the round kitchen table, watching him rummage through the cabinets then the fridge.

“Are you going to cook something?” I’m mildly shocked, most twenty something year old Kook guys can’t cook from what I’d witnessed. But Pogues grow up being resourceful. JJ’s favorite growing up was always shrimp and grits and while he takes things out of the fridge after sitting a beer down in front of me, I realize that’s what he’s making.

“I like to eat.” JJ smiles, giving me his back as he starts to cook. His green shirt is stretched across his back muscles, making me want to reach out and run my hands all over him. Why did he have to be so annoyingly cute and self sufficient? Why was he perfect expect for being a Pogue. I could just picture the heart attack my mother would not doubt have if she even seen me around a Pogue. I down half my beer in one go, needing something to dull my nerves.

“Where’s your dad?” I ask without thinking. JJ tenses slightly as he stirs the food.

“He’s around. Last I heard he’s still living in my old house.” JJ says, flipping the burners off and making up two bowls. He turns, sitting the bowls down with salt and pepper shakers before sitting down across from me.

“He’s still a piece of shit, if you’re wondering.” JJ chuckles, stirring his food. I look down at my bowl, my mouth practically watering. I hadn’t had shrimp and grits since the last time I had it with him. When we were kids.

“My mom is still the same.” I mumble, meeting his blue eyes before I awkwardly look back down.

“How is life as a Kook? Do you even have to pay taxes?” We both break out in smiles, the tension dissolving as we talk while we eat, downing several more beers.

By the time I look at my phone, three hours have past and my stomach hurts from laughing so much. I help JJ do dishes while listening to some music. Everything about him gives me butterflies. He was special. He was goofy and charismatic. He was passionate. Not to mention an obvious flirt who made me blush uncontrollably constantly. It made me not want to leave. I liked feeling like this.

“So do you want to talk about your boyfriend? I know it’s not easy being cheated on. You can talk to me.” JJ says after we make it to the living room and make ourselves comfortable on the couch. It’s well after ten and I need to leave but I can’t bring myself to have him take me back to my car. JJ lights up a joint, taking a long few hits before offering it to me.

“Not really. I just want to forget about him.” I mumble, taking a hit before handing it back. I’m consciously aware of every time our skin touches. It only makes me crave more. Especially now that I was buzzed.

“He’s a piece of shit. Always has been.” JJ exhales between hits before offering me another. I happily accept, the tension in my body finally starting to lesson with every bit. He takes his ball cap off and tosses it on the coffee table, his wild blonde hair on full display. I’d always loved how he kept his hair. JJ catches me staring, that cocky smirk reaching his lips again.

“You checking me out?” JJ asks, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to be seductive. It works.

“Sadly.” I force a pout on my lips and he chuckles, leaning in to tuck my hair behind my ear. I lean away from the warmth of his touch, his lips too inviting. “You’re such a flirt.” I mumble, my back meeting the armrest as I attempt to put distance between us.

“You’re one to talk. Flashing these long legs at me with your bubble butt.” JJ leans towards me again, his warm hand skating across my shin and up my knee. JJ traces circles along my skin, causing my breathing to hitch as he moves a little higher up my thigh then moving back down to my knee. My shoulders sag in disappointment as his fingers trail over my shin and around my calf.

“These legs would look really good over my shoulders.” I suck in a breath, his heated gaze finding mine as he pulls my sandals off and tosses them on the floor.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.” I breathe, watching as his hand moves up my thigh and traces the hem of my shorts.

“You could be full of me too. With the buzz you’ve got going, you know it would be so fucking good. You’d be sore for days.” His husky voice goes straight to my core, making me shudder. I don’t realize how close he’s gotten until his breath fans across my neck, his lips finding my sweet spot and making me moan softly as I feel his tongue.

“No one has ever made me sore.” I admit breathlessly, my skin on fire just from his touch. I was practically melting, my panties stuck to me.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” His free hand comes up to grope my breast through my shirt, gently tugging my nipple through the material. My nails bite into his bicep, my head tipping back as goosebumps cover my skin from his lips on my neck.

“JJ.” I moan, feeling him cup my neck and tipping my head back up. I dont get a moment before he’s kissing me. His lips soft yet dominating against my own. He kisses me like he’s starved and I’m the only remedy. I groan as his tongue strokes mine, his hand tangling in my hair. He kisses the way every girl wants to be kissed. The way that has your toes curling and your pussy throbbing. I arch into him, my arm circling his neck as we get comfortable on the couch.

I find the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards until he lets me remove it. I can't help the way I openly gawk at his bare torso. He was lean but muscular in all the right places. I especially liked the dark patch of hair that disappeared into his tented shorts. I loved a man having man things. I especially loved how painfully hard he was for me. Now more than anything I wanted to know what JJ Maybank felt like in my mouth. I wasn't a giving person. I hated giving head but right now, I wanted to be the source of all his pleasure.

"I want to suck your dick." I whisper against his lips, pushing against his chest so he knows to sit back.

"Jesus." JJ growls, wasting no time in tearing his shorts open and freeing himself from his boxers. I lick my lips, practically salivating at the sight of him. He was the perfect size. Not too long that it would hurt with a decent thickness. My clit throbbed at the thought of feeling that inside me. I wrap my hand around him, a bead of pre-cum slipping from the thick mushroom head and running down his shaft. I raise up on my knees, hovering over him as I prepare to take him in my mouth when he stops me.

"Get on your knees in front of me. I want to watch you swallow me." JJ rasps, his chest heaving with every breath. He wanted this just as badly as I did. I quickly comply, getting comfortable between his parted thighs and watching his eyes become hooded as I run my tongue up his shaft.

"Fuck." JJ groans, his eyes threatening to roll back just from a few kitten licks along the prominent vein on his shaft. I suck the weeping tip into my mouth, gripping his thighs when his hips buck on their own.

"God, I want to touch you." JJ pants, his expression almost pained as he watches me. I loved this feeling of power I felt over him. I could give but I could also take away.

"Tell me." I whisper, sucking harshly while stroking underneath his shaft with my tongue. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” JJ gulps, fighting to find his words.

"I want you naked." JJ breathes, his eyes widening as I pull away long enough to slip my top and bra off. His eyes zero in on the way my breasts sway and my nipples harden into painful little points. I swipe my tongue over his tip again before standing to shimmy out of my shorts. I leave my bright pink thong on, loving the way his eyes zero in on the tiny triangle of fabric with his mouth hanging open. I brace my hands on his thighs, leaning in to give him a teasing kiss on his parted lips before sinking back down between his thighs.

"Keep going." I instruct, wrapping my hand around the base and squeezing, using my other hand to cup his heavy balls. JJ hisses through his teeth, practically glaring at me as I suck the head back into my mouth.

"I want you on your hands and knees," His breathing catches when I take more of him into my mouth, keeping the suction as I slowly bob my head. "I want you spread out for me while I eat you out from behind. I won't stop until you're crying, begging me to stop fucking you with my tongue." I moan around his girth, squeezing my thighs together as wetness seeps out of me. My clit was throbbing painfully in sync with my racing heart.

"Only then would I finally fill your aching, empty pussy." I moan again, my eyes squeezed shut as I picture him filling me up from behind.

"I'd use my fingers first. I'd start with one then quickly get to three. You'd be so wet that you'd let me right in even with the stretch."

"JJ." I pant, stroking him with my hand as I try to catch my breath.

"Don't stop. Keep my cock in your mouth." JJ growls, threading his fingers through my hair and pushing me back down. I couldn't explain it but I loved this. I was on the verge of cumming already. My thong was absolutely soaked and stuck to me as I gagged on his cock.

"I'd eat your ass while I fucked you with my fingers. I'd make sure I claimed all of your greedy little holes tonight and just when you're about to cum, I'd stop." My entire body trembles as I picture him doing something so vile, so humiliating. So.. dirty. I whimper around his girth, ready to burst just from his filthy mouth. I could tell he was close too with the way his thighs were flexed and his voice strained.

"I'd have you a wet, cock hungry mess before I finally slipped my cock inside your desperate little hole. I'd fill you up nice and slow. You'd feel me in your stomach as your pussy contracts around me, stretching to let me in."

"JJ, I can't. I'm gonna--."

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going." JJ pushes my head back down, hitting the back of my throat as he jerks his hips to fuck my face.

“Picture it,” JJ grunts, both hands on either side of my head as he roughly fucks my throat. Tears and droll run down my face, my pussy throbbing with need as I unravel at the seams. “Picture me fucking you hard. Picture yourself screaming my name as you cream my cock. Picture me pumping you full of my—.” JJ guts off with a groan as he releasing down my throat, triggering my own earth shattering orgasm without so much as touching my pussy. I’m practically limp as he uses me until he’s sated, the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard leave his lips as he gently pulls me off to watch me swallow.

“Good girl. You did so well for me.” JJ’s praise has another burst of energy shooting through me, my body ignited all over again. I push myself up from my spot between his thighs and smash my lips to his, loving how he immediately groans into my mouth and gets a firm grip of my ass.

“Goddamn. You made a mess.” JJ pants, stroking my slit through my thong. JJ doesn’t break our kiss as he yanks the thin material down my legs and drops down on his back on the couch, pulling me on top of him.

“I know I said I wanted you from behind but I really want you to ride my face right now.” JJ all but growls, hauling me up his chest. Self consciousness grips me as I debate how he’s going to breathe but he doesn’t give me a moment before he’s manhandled my knees on either side of his head.

“JJ, I think—.” I’m cut off when his tongue finds my clit, my body keening as pleasure zaps through my body. His hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me tightly on top of his face as his tongue works me into a frenzy. Part of me is worried he’ll die from lack of air while another part of me is worried I’ll die if I don’t get this orgasm. I fist his hair between my legs, grinding myself on his tongue as pleasure like I’ve never experienced shoots all the way down to my toes until I’m practically screaming in bliss.

I’m not even through my high before he’s got me on my back on the couch, his naked body looming over mine as he rolls a condom on.

“I want you to know, that after you go back to your life and start to forget who I am,” he presses inside me, stealing the air from my lungs and hitting something deep, “I’ll be there to remind you.. every fucking time.” I brace my hands against his chest, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go as I try to accommodate the stretch, barely hearing him. His arms start to shake on either side of my head as he withdraws almost to the tip and slams back in.

“Fuck, Y/N. You can take it.” JJ growls, seeing the pained expression on my face as he pushes in deeper. I lift my hips to meet him, feeling some sort of relief as he starts to move. His mouth comes down over mine as he fucks me into the couch, his teeth biting in my lips as I cry drag my nails across his skin.

“Just like that, oh god, J.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting as his hips snap forward harder and faster. I feel his arm snake under me to fist the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking back as my body arches.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me have it. I wanna see how beautiful you are when you’re cumming on my cock.” His mouth closes around my nipple, my hair drawn back tight as I cum harder than ever. I almost blush at the obscene wet sound that squelches between us while more arousal seeps from me. I was a literal mess. My bottom lip quivers as he fucks me through my high, his own release filling the condom a moment later. His breathy moans meet my ear and I almost wished we’d recorded the act so I could hear those sounds whenever I wanted. He was so vocal and sexy.

JJ’s heated gaze softens as he brushes my hair from my face between kisses, his cock still rock hard inside me. I felt like I could pass out but I needed to get back to my car. I couldn’t stay here. This was just a distraction. But this wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. He must sense my distress because he pulls back to get a better look of me,

“Just so we’re clear.. we’re just..”

“Friends.” I respond, seeing the way his jaw ticks as he nods his head.

“Friends.” JJ agrees before getting to his feet and discarding the condom. We both quickly get dressed in silence and he takes me back to my car. The parking lot is empty now aside from my car but I’m still worried about people seeing us together. I jump off his bike, trying to slip away when he catches me.

“No, no, no not here. No goodbye kisses. This ends here.” I push against his chest, my back meeting my car as he presses against me.

“Until I send you another picture of that loser cheating on you.” JJ bites out, making my jaw hit the ground. It was him. “You deserved to know. He doesn’t deserve you and I’d do it again.”

“And you do? You sleep with me one time and think you know me?” I shove him, angrier at myself than him. How could I have been so blind? Of course he was waiting on me when I got here.

“I do know you. Better than any of them. You’ve always belonged to me more than them. You’re just too blind to see that.” JJ snaps, his nostrils flared as he glares down at me. The sweet, flirty JJ was replaced with something else. Something that broke my heart. I hated seeing him like this. I yank my arm from his grasp, dodging another attempt from him to cup my face.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were never supposed to happen. It was a mistake.” I try to keep my voice even as his blue eyes visibly harden before me.

“We’ll see about that.”

[rayne-astrophile]

In the mood to write an angst, be prepared :D and no ship !!

FAILED

☞︎︎︎ in which Mash Burnedead failed to wake up on time and Innocent Zero killed everyone

Why is everyone sleeping?

"Everyone...?" He calls out after he recovers from his slumber. He expects to see Lance, Dot, Finn, Rayne, or even Orter fight against Innocent Zero when he wakes up. Instead of that, everyone is laying on the ground, sleeping.

But there's blood. Everywhere.

"You're awake, Mash Burnedead." He snaps his head at the source of the voice. There, Innocent Zero stands behind him, red liquid all over his face. "But you're quite late. You failed to watch me destroy the world."

Golden eyes watch his every move. "You look rather confused," the now-immortal man sighs. "I told you..." he closes his eyes before opening them again. "This world... serves me. To be immortal. I need it empty... so I don't have any obstacles or enemies to threaten my life. I-"

"What did you do...?"

"Pardon?" Innocent Zero asks, frowning at his rudeness to cut him off. Mash is looking at him, but he can't see his eyes as his long bangs cover them.

"My friends..." Mash Burnedead mutters, something about his empty tone sends shivers down Innocent Zero's spine. "...why are they sleeping right now? What did you do?"

He calms himself down, there's no way this kid can do such a thing to scare him.

"I see you're still in denial," he murmurs with a surprisingly tender voice. "Mash Burnedead. You have failed. Your friends are dead."

No response.

Innocent Zero continues, "You slept for too long. I managed to kill every human being in this world." He reveals. "You're alone now, Mash Burnedead." He finishes the painful statement that hits Mash like a bullet impales his heart.

His lips part, but there are no words formed from his throat. He shakes his head, his hands clench into fists as he stares at the ground with wide eyes.

Then everything turns black.

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He opens his eyes.

Was that all a dream...? He wonders. But when he looks around, it's still the same. Everyone is laying on the ground, unmoving, dead.

But there is his so-called father near him. He, too, is all bloody, his red eyes stares into void without any sparks of life.

Did he kill him? Is he a killer now?

"....sand guy. Where's Orter...?" He murmurs, his voice sounds hoarse. "I killed someone... he must be mad. He must want to throw me into jail..." he stands up wobbly.

He walks around, no place comes to mind. Corpses of unknown citizens are the only thing that greet his awaken.

"Rayne and the principal must be disappointed... Lance would've scolded me for this. Where are they...?" No answer can assure him.

A familiar blue hair catches his eyes. Widening them, he runs towards his friend, adrenaline rush in his veins.

"Lance...!" He calls out.

There, his friends, everyone, are standing together, smiling at him. As if telling him that he did it.

He did what...?

"Mash!"

He can hear Finn and Lemon's voices.

"Victory dance, yeay!"

Yes, they would've danced around foolishly since Mash defeated Innocent Zero.

"I did most of the work!"

Dot exclaims, pointing to himself with pride.

"Mash, you didn't have to kill him," Lance mutters, his tone scolding him.

Rayne would stare at him with a frown but said nothing. Orter would try to get him into jail. Everyone would have different reactions.

He's still running towards them. His breaths are heavy, his chest is aching.

It hurts.

He trips on a small pebble and falls pathetically onto the ground, a low 'oof' escapes his lips. His hands shakily lift his weight up as he raises his head to look at his friends.

There's no one standing there.

They're all laying on the ground, lifeless.

Mash shakes his head as he wipes the bleeding bruise on his cheek. His shaky breaths are the only sound in the quiet atmosphere.

Mash feels pathetic. Running around like a fool in denial.

Oh, wait...

He's in denial.

He clenches his fists, the tips of his fingers grazing the earth until they draw blood. In front of him is Lance, his face against the rough ground so Mash can't see him.

"Lance..." he calls out, unaware of the tremors in his voice. "Lance, I... I'm planning to let you have the title divine visionary after this. I don't like to work so much, so I hope you won't mind it..." he mutters, head hangs low. "I defeated Innocent Zero.. but I think I killed him. I shouldn't have done that, right?"

For the first time, he chuckles. "You'll... scold me as usual, right? Because you said you don't want me to do bad things as my classmate..." he breathes out. "Dot, Finn and others..."

They're all laying around, scattered near Lance.

"They'll throw a party after this, right? I want cream puffs..."

He exhales, his arms that are supporting him tremble. His whole body is shaking as he stares down onto the ground. He grits his teeth, his vision is getting blurred.

"We're supposed to graduate together..."

Droplets of tears drip down onto earth.

"I'm sorry..." he says shakily. "I failed you guys. I'm sorry."

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Inspired by this video, credit to the owner !!

[cowgurrrl]

Love LOVE Rockstar!Joel. Could I request super protective Joel with pregnant reader and the paps getting too close to her and him punching them. Actress cracking a joke whilst scolding him saying ‘this is how we got here in the first place.’

I LOVE THIS!! I’m so happy you’re loving rockstar!joel!!

Hayloft

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: AU Joel showing OG Joel traits

Summary: this ask

Warnings: pregnancy, weird paps, Joel being protective

Something you've learned over time in your line of work is paparazzi can be brutal. They'll follow you while you run errands, show up at your house, and even stalk your friends. You didn't know how much that brutality would escalate the second you started showing. Pretty much since you announced you were pregnant, paparazzi have been hounding you for pictures of your bump or to catch you in a less-than-flattering light. It's despicable to pry on anyone like that, but especially someone who's pregnant. 

You took it in stride, doing your best to cover your belly with Joel's shirts or your purse like a badly hidden pregnancy in a TV show. You ignore the questions about the baby or anything related to your pregnancy. You keep your head down and your mouth shut for your and your son's sake. Joel, on the other hand, hates it. He hired another bodyguard for you even though you insisted you were fine and is consistently sending cease and desists to paps who try to sell pictures of you. If people thought Joel Miller was protective of you, they didn't even know the lengths he would go to for his children.

One day when you're about six months pregnant, you, Joel, and the girls are trying to go to lunch when you notice you're being tailed by paparazzi. Joel tries to lose them, but more are waiting for you by the time you get to the restaurant. It's almost impossible to hide your bump at this point, and you're tired of trying to. You should get to be excited and show off your belly as much as you want to. Joel is fuming by the time he parks. 

"Stay behind me." He instructs as the four of you get out of the car. You tuck Ellie and Sarah under each of your arms, keeping your heads down as you let Joel lead the way into the restaurant. All at once, there's a swarm of cameras around you with people asking loud, private questions about your family. "Do you know what you're having yet?" "How's the baby doing?" "Sarah and Ellie, what do you think about your dad and step-mom having another kid?" "When are you due?" The wave of sound is overwhelming on its own but coupled with the push of people, it's terrifying. You cling to Joel's hand and tell the girls it's okay when one of the paps gets too close, his gear hitting your stomach. It doesn't hurt, but the shock takes the air out of your lungs. 

Before you can even blink, Joel shoves the guy to the ground and stands over him. He's yelling something you can't quite hear, but you know it's something along the lines of "my wife," "my family," "you fuckin' idiot." His hands are balled into fists at his sides, and you have to physically pull him away before he breaks eye contact with the pap on the ground. 

"I know you're pissed, but if you beat someone's ass in front of our daughters, I will let you sit in jail over the weekend. Do you understand me?" You say through gritted teeth. He takes a shaky breath, still standing over the guy he pushed, and finally looks at you. You don't have to turn around to know he can see Sarah and Ellie's scared faces over your shoulder, and that's enough to get him to break.

"Let's go." He says, wrapping his arm around you protectively and storming into the restaurant with the girls holding each of your hands. As soon as you're safe at your table, you slap Joel's arm and give him a look.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Miller?" You ask, watching Sarah and Ellie giggle at the two of you. 

"He could've seriously hurt you or the girls!" 

"Do I need to remind you how we got here in the first place?" You ask, and his face twitches as he fights a smile. He kisses your cheek and rests a hand on your belly like he won, and you roll your eyes. "No more punching people. That's not how we're going to teach this kid to handle conflict."

"But what if he meets the love of his life because of it?" 

"You barely met the love of your life because of it." You say, making Sarah and Ellie laugh. Pushy paps and invasive questions are quickly forgotten in the lilt of your daughter's laughter. It sounds like music and feels like warm sunshine. Joel apologizes to you and the girls and spends the rest of the lunch with an arm on the back of your chair or glancing over his shoulder, the protective father and husband never quite backing down from his post. 

[toastedwrittenthoughts]

OKAY! I have been stressing about these titles all day and I need to say a few things about them.

Spoilers for the titles the rest is pure speculations and predictions!

Episode 9!

Okay... So to start my predictions, I have to mention where we were left at the end of Episode 8...

BOTH Buddy and Richie were arrested and are in Jail.

Jane was scolded for being indecisive about what she wants.

Olivia walked into Mr. Daniels house without her PL Jacket (cue aggressive vomiting noises).

Nancy was left to clean up the mess and looking broken. (Like the window. Symbolism!)

Cynthia probably feeling multiple conflicting internal feelings. (As she should.)

So here we go...

I would want the episode to start with a dark screen... the sound of a cell door closing and amongst several cells they pan over and inside one of them is Buddy and Richie. Not together, but separated...? Its like the saying "put them in a room alone together and let things sort itself out." I'd hope that its been a little while and Buddy has sobered up some but regardless, the two of them just sending scathing looks between eachother after maybe getting in a few actual hits against eachother. (Poor Dot)

Both of them showing signs of discomfort because they're still kids, IN JAIL. But out of the two of them, Richie is a little better at keeping his cool. After all, he's used to detention, fights and breaking rules. I know its not the same, but if anything... Id be willing to bet that in this situation, the other potential 'jail occupants' kinda look like him.. People from the 'wrong parts of town'. Kind recognizes kind. The other occupants hear Buddy's last name and start digging at him and his dad and Richie tells them to back off. Again, kind recognizes kind and they leave them alone. Buddy gives a halfhearted 'thanks' and Richie just shrugs.

Buddy would be pacing, no doubt muttering about how his dad was going to react about all this when he comes to get him. Richie is probably terrified at how his parents will react and coming from a European household.. Phew.. It ain't gonna be pretty. Richie would scoff, telling him to be quiet, that 'they wouldn't be here if Buddy hadn't been drunk and acting like an ass. Or if he had just come clean from the start."

"I didn't mean too. It just happened and.." Buddy's head would hang down, looking ashamed. Richie feels bad for him for just a second before Buddy finish with "I never wanted to hurt her, you know. I loved her. I still do."

That I could see would send Richie over an edge. He stands up and even with their height difference would level Buddy with a dead stare.

"That's. Not. Love. You don't let someone spread damning gossip around about someone you "love" and not clear it up because your worried about your own reputation. You don't take advantage of them and say you love them. Its not to be used as an excuse or reason why you think its okay to be an asshole." (Personal thoughts mixed in here.)

"What do you know about about it, Richie? You've never had your parents pressure you to be the best. And then to find out that what you are, what you thought you were, is only a fake image that wasn't even made by yourself. Jane was the only thing that was.. real to me. I mean.. really real."

"And instead of treating her like she deserves, even after you found out about the election and shit, you thought of just yourself and let her get buried." Richie scoffs and shakes his head. "Look Buddy, I may not have been born and raised on your side of town, I may not have been pushed to be the best because no one expects me to be; but we can both agree that Jane makes us want to be better. But if your dad is the one that's trying to mold your life in a way you don't want it to be, then maybe you need to take the wheel and go where his reputation hasn't reached and make your own."

Or something like that. Either way, I would want them to verbally have it out. And IF Buddy's dad comes to bail him out, because reputation and shit... Id want Buddy to look back at Richie in the cell and tell his dad that 'Richie wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. Either we both go, or I don't at all." Buddy's dad sees that he doesn't budge and agrees. I like to hope that between Buddy and Richie, they aren't even, but it would be a damn good start.

Jane is going to do some repair work and I get the feeling that she will be one of a few people who will ask the question "You're dropping out of Rydell?" And potentially for a few people.

Nancy could get the urge to leave because of her fashion calling and the fact that the Pink Ladies are up in the air but is worried that because of her crush, she will lose sight of what she really wants to do and is tempted to just go. But instead of pulling a Frenchy, she stays.. I don't know how, but that's the feeling I get. (Like have your cake and eat it too.)

Olivia could think about leaving/dropping out to another school so she moves forward with Mr. Daniels (at his mentioning's or insistence) and to not 'jeopardize' his career, marry him but like in secret. Gil could hear word about this and HAULS ASS to find her and convinces her that she is worth more than that, that she is worth loving out loud and proud. Like He does. Something about the way Mr. Daniels acts around her now could make her feel uncomfortable and together, they go to McGee and get his predator ass fired. Done.

Cynthia would be torn about where she fits and after some agonizing, thinks she should leave and changes her mind when she gets her TBird jacket. And starts making things better by apologizing to Shy Guy because HE IS SWEET AND DESERVES AN APOLOGY!

Mrs. McGee could ask that to the Principle who is leaving because he got a different job opportunity and puts her in charge. Or Mr. Daniels because he also needs to go. (Im hopeful)

Over All...

I think Buddy will be the one to leave. Personally to me, it would make sense. Not because it would take him out of the whole Buddy/Jane/Richie triangle, though I would not be upset about that at all. (Richie is my boy and doesn't need to go, I will die on that hill). But from a realistic point of view... If I wanted to get out from my meddling fathers shadow, and I would after hearing everything he has done, I would say that leaving Rydell to go to another school to restart would be the way to go. Somewhere his father would have little to no influence over and he could start anew. It would also kinda go with Buddy's character since when the opportunity to fix things come up, he kinda detours and takes a road to avoid them and only comes clean when they fall all but at his feet and he's in a corner. (Frosty Palace.)

Episode 10.

Since I am unclear about the school timeline right now (like is it nearly thanksgiving for them as students? Is the year halfway done?) I would like to think that they have a fall fair or something. If my predictions are correct, Buddy will leave Rydell at the end of their first semester. But before they go, they gotta race.

Susan I think will race one of the Ladies, most likely Olivia because she looked MAD in both the trailer and pictures and Olivia would be the focal point of that anger.. Dot will be their flag girl because she supports Susan and the gangs will cheer for them as they race. Susan could lose because they need to bury their hatchet somehow. And with the Win, Olivia gets a car, and therefore the Pink Ladies get their own ride. Susan admits defeat, apologizes and like Buddy with Richie, isn't making them even, but it could be a place to start.

I still think Gil's gonna race, I almost say he needs to just for the classic victory (first) kiss between him and Olivia. (Fingers tightly crossed.)

But one thing I was saying when a friend of mine and I were in a debate was that there was talk about the title having two meanings. 'Racing For Pinks.'

Pinks is the Pink Ownership slip but it could also mean the Pink Ladies. Buddy/ Richie, Gil and Mr. Daniels (though I doubt it) and such. They could win the girl. And I gotta say both yes and no to this thought. One thing that I would want to be said, whether it be the TBirds, the Pink Ladies themselves or hell, why not both is that they can't be 'won'.

To be with a Pink Lady isn't part of some... game. You cant race and get a girl, I'm sorry but that to me just wouldn't be right. These girls are breaking norms and fighting the system, breaking stereotypical boundaries. Cynthia says that to have two people race for you is AMUSING. At the risk of sounding two faced, they aren't trophies to be won but.. they kinda are. But they cant be bought or traded.

No, the Pink Ladies are EARNED. Period.

The TBird and Pink Ladies alike EARN their jackets and reputation, so why shouldn't their affection (love, devotion, romance, relationship take your pick) be any different? You put in work, you get the girl. And so far, I think that some have. While others are still working things out.

We also haven't met the Scorpions, the rival gangs of the TBirds in OG Grease. Or Zuko and Kenickie for that matter. And if anyone reads my long posts, that's where the 'scenes' I think up could go here with Richie and Gil meeting them..

But if I follow my gut, I think that if Buddy leaves, he could go to a different school, start up the Scorpions because he's acting out against his dad and the beef between the Birds and Scorpions is pre-established for the future.

Regardless of how things go... JOIN ME IN HOPING FOR A SEASON TWO!

Again, this is a mixture of spoilers, speculations and predictions! Id love to hear yours! Comment or message me directly the door is always open!

[mytalemyworld]

Alaz: You should leave before anybody sees you. Look, you will be jailed for nothing. It's not worth it. I am not worth it. I just used you so that I couldn't go to jail and could tell the cops that I was with you if they asked me where I was. I don't care about you or that night.

He is a lying liar who lies.

Forget all noble idiocies you've ever watched or read. This is a whole new level.

Alaz: Save yourself. Save yourself from me.

Apparently she can't do that.

She brings him to Yaman's birth father, Güven.

But here, this moment destroyed me. She sees for the first time how much he's bleeding. That view shakes her up too much.

Güven: Why do you guys bring everybody you find on the streets to me? Isn't here any hospital? Alaz: No hospital. Güven: Why? First I'm gonna stop your bleeding then you have to go to hospital. I am not your on-call doctor. Alaz: Look at me. Nobody will know this, okay? You can staple or glue it, I don't care. But no hospital, do you understand me?

Alaz is being Alaz. Bleeding to death but still threatening…

Güven of course gets angry, pours something on his wound, he suffers, she suffers with him too. Aaaaaaaaa!!!

Güven: Yeah, I understand. Now you look at me too, but of course if you can keep your eyes open. If you keep threating me, I'll first stitch this wound then re-open it again. I am not your buddy. Talk properly.

Güven: I wonder whom you protect. Why don't you two tell me who did this? Alaz: It doesn't matter who did it. Don't ask.

Lol. Güven be like:

He's so done with them.

Güven: What are you on? Even the best day we have ends with stitching someone. Will there be any day you guys don't make any trouble? Could you bring one more towel from inside? Asi: That's all from me. You know where I live. If he dies, you can send the cops. Güven: What did you do to her?

Doc finds out it finally. Lol. He was scolding both of them just now then is like "so you have done something to her. As usual".

Meanwhile Alaz is just watching her leave. I mean, he finally gets what he wants but doesn't seem like relieved.

Alaz: If someone asks about this, tell them she found me on the road and brought me here. The rest is nobody's business.

He still protects her. By the way if he really died, he probably would tell this was his last wish. Tsk, tsk, his priorities....

Alaz: It hurts too much. Aren't there any painkillers? Güven: You were acting cool just now. What happened now?

I mean, I think he should know. He's quite a perceptive man, he should have understood that he doesn't need to hold back his screams anymore because she left.

[cheeriecherrymain]

Incorrigible Flirts And Besweatered Men [Chapter 2]

Pairing: TA!Viktor x fem!Reader Rating: T Warnings: None that I can think of Proofread: Not even a tiny bit Chapter Summary: You enter friend territory with Viktor, get an email that might change your future, and get asked on a date (but it’s not actually a date).

It’s been two weeks since the new semester started. Two weeks, and you’re already stressed over the amount of work you’re doing. You’ve told yourself again and again that it’s only going to get more difficult as the year presses on, but somehow, the sentiment has not made you feel any better.

You suppose one of the bright sides of being in another one of Heimerdinger’s classes is that you’ve met Viktor.

When you’d asked for his number, you’d maybe given him the impression that you only wanted it for school purposes; however, he didn’t seem to mind that you texted him daily - if it bothered him, he’d never said anything. In fact, he was always quick to reply to your messages.

Viktor doesn’t seem to be the type of person who’s particularly attached to his phone, so you like to think that maybe he just enjoys talking to you.

—

You startle out of sleep when your alarm starts beeping aggressively in your ear; you don’t remember leaving your phone on your bed the previous night, but knowing your own habits, you probably fell asleep while watching meme videos. Again.

You squirm around a little bit to find the optimal stretching position, only to be deterred when you realize all three of your cats are curled up on your legs, rendering you immobile.

You quickly snap a picture of them, and flip to Viktor’s chat window.

Y/N: Good morning!

Y/N: Hopefully you’re already awake, and I’m not waking you up.

Y/N: I might not be able to make it to class today.

You find yourself smiling when a set of dots appear beside Viktor’s name.

Viktor (Phys510A): Good morning, indeed.

Viktor (Phys510A): Everything is alright, I hope?

Your heart flutters at his concern, and you take a moment to compose yourself. He’s just being nice, you tell yourself, He would check in on anyone else just the same. But despite your inner monologue, you still can’t help the warmth that spreads through your chest and down every nerve ending in your body.

Y/N: I’m okay, I promise.

Y/N: Just a little bit of potential legal trouble.

Viktor (Phys510A): Legal trouble?

Viktor (Phys510A): Do you need help?

With a wry grin, you send the picture of the cats piled on your blanketed legs.

Y/N: If I move them, I’ll go to jail.

Viktor (Phys510A): Miss. Y/N.

You can feel his exasperation through his text, and you barely manage to suppress a laugh.

Viktor (Phys510A): You are a menace.

Viktor (Phys510A): You had me genuinely worried for a moment.

Y/N: Awww, you care about me?

Viktor (Phys510A): Of course I care.

Viktor (Phys510A): You’re one of Heimerdinger’s top students.

Y/N: Oh, ouch???

Y/N: And here I thought we were at least friends by now.

Y/N: But I see how it is.

Y/N: I’m only a student, after all.

Y/N: Woe is me :( 

Viktor (Phys510A): You say it like you consider us friends?

Y/N: Of course I do!

Y/N: You’re one of the only two people I send good morning texts to.

Y/N: The other person is my cousin.

Y/N: She works at a pizza parlor.

Y/N: I get free pizza if I let her gossip with me.

Viktor (Phys510A): Is this your way of saying you want something from me?

Y/N: No!!!

Y/N: omg you’re missing the point completely.

Y/N: I can’t believe I showed you my litties when I’m being treated like this

Viktor (phys510A): What are litties?

Y/N: KITTIES*

Y/N: You’ve stooped low, Viktor.

Y/N: Calling me out on a typo.

Viktor (Phys510A): Physics and its subsequent lessons have no room for typos.

Viktor (Phys510A): I’m just preparing you for class.

Y/N: Physics and its concepts were discovered by total accident.

Y/N: That’s basically a typo, but real life.

Y/N: Therefore you cannot scold me for having fat thumbs.

Viktor (Phys510A): You’re really going to stick with that argument, aren’t you.

Y/N: Yes. Yes, I am.

Viktor (Phys510A): If you’re not in class today, I’m telling Heimerdinger that you’re hungover.

Y/N: But then he’ll be disappointed in me!

Y/N: He’ll make The Face and everything!

Viktor (Phys510A): It’s your choice.

Y/N: Terrible, awful, horrible man.

Viktor (Phys510A): I’ll see you in class :) 

You set your phone down with a pouty sigh, and debate just going back to sleep. However, you know that Viktor is a man who will follow through on his threats, however playful they are, and you don’t think you have the emotional capacity to deal with disappointment from the Professor.

So, with great difficulty and many protests from your cats, you haul yourself out of bed to get ready for the day.

—

You walk into the lecture hall, waving to Viktor and the Professor, and take your favourite seat; second row from the front, just to the left of the center of the room. 

The class had shrunk considerably since the start of the semester, with most of the unenthused students dropping the course, but in your mind, the front row was only for serious students. You might still be a part of the class, and you certainly cared about your grades, but you weren’t passionate about the subject like some of your peers.

The second row was the optimal choice.

Once you’re settled, you pull your notebooks and supplies out of your bag. It’s an ancient thing, made mostly of scraps and patches at this point, but it gets the job done. You only have to unwrinkle a few pages of notes as you go over them.

Then again, you only go over your notes for a few pages, before your mind - and your eyes - starts wandering. Specifically, over to Viktor.

He’s a good teacher, whether he’s helping Heimerdinger with lectures, or wandering from student to student to quietly answer questions. He’s insightful and intelligent, and he’s encouraging in his criticisms. 

Not to mention, he turns a lovely shade of pink when you flirt with him.

You’ve noticed a couple of your classmates try to behave the same with him - friendly with a flirtatious air - and you’ve never seen Viktor get as flustered as with you. In fact, with everyone else, he hardly gets flustered at all. He keeps his professionalism in check, and keeps the conversation subjects strictly on class material.

That isn’t to say he doesn’t do the same with you, of course; his first instinct with you is to help you with any questions you have about the days’ lecture, but he’s…warmer with you. Friendlier, and more open. Plus, you’re pretty sure you’re the only person in the class who has his personal number, and he’s always quick to text you back-

You startle out of your thoughts when your pocket vibrates and, with a quick glance around to make sure you haven’t drawn attention to yourself, you pull your phone out of your pocket.

You’re half expecting a cheeky text from Viktor, something along the lines of ‘Why are you checking your phone in class?’, and you’re only slightly disappointed when you don’t see any notifications from him. You do, however, have an email.

You swipe to see who it’s from, deciding it’s most likely junk or spam - but the name of the sender makes you pause.

Firelights Studios.

Your heart leaps into your throat so quickly that you nearly choke, and you’re quick to open the email.

You don’t fully read most of it - that’s a task better left for outside class hours - but you’re able to understand the gist of it; you try your hardest to keep your excitement at bay, but as you quietly slip your phone back into your pocket, you’re unable to keep your hands from shaking.

There’s no way in hell you’re going to be able to focus on working for the next three hours.

—

The class drags on far longer than it should, despite the fact that it ends right on schedule. Part of you is grateful for the longer lessons - it really allows you to get into your projects and be present for learning - but mostly, you’re just cranky that you have to sit for so long.

You walk swiftly down the steps at the side of the lecture hall, your mind still reeling from the email you got earlier. It had seemed to be good news, from what you’d read; you hadn’t seen any apologies or ‘we regret to inform you’s hidden within the multitude of paragraphs.

And then a tug on your shoulder, followed by the sickening sound of snapping threads, brings your thoughts out of the clouds and back to reality. It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to react - your shoulder bag is torn open after getting caught on the edge of a bannister, and your various papers and school supplies explode across the floor.

You swear quietly, and stoop down to try to collect everything. You’re not sure how you’re going to carry anything, though, once you try to find space in the bag that is - at this point - little more than scrap fabric.

You sigh deeply, and run your hands over your face. 

And then the creak of a chair right beside you, and the shuffling of papers.

You remove your hands from your face to find Viktor just to your left, helping you gather up the mess you’d made. You just watch him for a second, both surprised by the gesture, but also not; because he’s Viktor. Of course he’d rush in to help.

“Thank you,” you manage to squeak out, scrabbling around to move all your stuff into a more tidy pile. You’re not entirely sure why your throat tightens the way it does, nor why tears start to sting the corners of your eyes; you just hope that Viktor doesn’t notice, or make a comment on why you’re so quiet.

Once everything is set up into neat little stacks, Viktor produces a fabric square from his own shoulder bag, and hands it to you. “It won’t replace an actual school bag,” he says softly, “but it will at least allow you to carry everything back to your residence.” 

You stare at the square for a moment, taking longer than you’d like to realize it’s a reusable grocery bag. You quickly unfold it to start packing your things up, mumbling your thanks once again.

Once all is said and done, Viktor stands up beside you and offers his hand.

“Well,” you sigh, as he helps you to your feet, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to fix it this time around.” You regard the ruined satchel in your hand, and crinkle your nose up.

“Are you sure?” Viktor asks, though you can tell by his tone that he’s just trying to be supportive. “A…little bit of extra fabric here and there, and maybe…”

You fix him with a disbelieving stare, and he trails off.

“At this point, the entire thing is made of scrap fabric,” you explain. “I’ve had this bag since I was thirteen, I think? Or maybe twelve?” Viktor looks surprised, but you continue, “It doesn’t matter. I’m overdue for a replacement, is the point.”

Your attention darts down to the worn-leather bag hanging at his side, and you ask, “ Viktor, you wouldn’t happen to remember where you got that, would you?”

His gaze follows yours, and realization dawns on him. “Oh- yes, actually.” He reaches into one of the satchel’s pockets, and digs around for a couple seconds. “It’s a little hole-in-the-wall sort of place - I don’t think they even have a website, all of his reputation is based on word-of-mouth.”

He pulls out a tiny notepad and a metal pen, and scribbles down an address. “Here,” he says softly, handing it to you, and you don’t miss the little jolt of warmth you feel when your fingers brush together. “It’s, ah. It’s reasonably priced, for hand-crafted goods, and there are lots of designs to choose from. You should be able to find something.”

Butterflies explode in your stomach when you see the pink dusting his cheeks again: he’s just as affected by the little touch as you are.

But your nervous excitement turns into anxiety when you read the address he’s written down for you.

“Is this place in the-” you pause for a moment, “Is this place in Zaun?” You try your best to keep your voice even, but it proves difficult. You don’t want to be the kind of person who judges any part of a community based on the worst of the people that can be found there, and you understand that most of the residents in that district are only trying to make ends meet: but you’d be naive - if not downright stupid - to walk through the undercity without a single care.

“It is,” Viktor confirms. “Is that an issue?”

You fidget nervously, picking at the dry skin around your cuticles. “Only because I’m a single woman,” you tell him, starting to feel like you’re overreacting. “It’ll be fine though, I’m sure. I’m just being my usual nervous self!” 

Your attempt at deflecting goes poorly, because Viktor continues to frown at you. You think for a moment that you’ve offended him or worse, but all at once his features soften and his shoulders relax.

“I hadn’t thought of that,” he says quietly, sounding almost guilty.

You shrug. “I mean, you’re a guy, so you don’t…I mean, obviously you have to be careful still, but…you don’t really have to be on guard every time you leave the house.”

“It is the same as when we met,” he says, “when you hesitated following me. Clearly there are dangers in the world that even I do not know about. But you need a bag, and I stand by my opinion that this man is one of the best craftsmen in the area; and I cannot send you there alone in good conscience.”

Then quieter, “Are you free this weekend?”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I saw that fanart that Jason was in Jail, and I started thinking about reader having to go there for him to be released and she's all worried about him

When Bruce got to the desk, there was already a young woman there.

She had piercings and tattoos but her tone was modulated and the cadence of her speech was direct. Professional, even kind. But Direct. The kind of tone one uses after they've spent a lot of time navigating social services.

"Alright ma'am," The Seargent said, "Looks like you've got it all in order. We'll bring him out to you."

"Thank you," you answer. On closer inspection, you look tense. Not anxious. But worried.

You step back from the desk and he can get a better look at you. Your clothes are clean but worn. Probably thrift store finds. And you'd probably not come from work. Your tattoos were artwork. Well placed and designed. And your piercings were similarly well cared for.

And when you heard Jason's heavy footsteps and you turned towards the sound, he watched the worry in your face intensify. "Jay what-"

But the cold look he gives in your direction makes you freeze, "You two here together?" he asked, jerking his head towards Bruce.

"No," Bruce said quickly, shaking his head, "She had things well in hand by the time I got here."

Jason frowned, but nodded, pulling you into a one-armed hug and kissing the top of your head, belatedly realizing you'd thought he was angry with you, "You should see the other guy," he told you, wincing a little when his smirk hurt the side of his face. "Thanks for getting me out, babe."

"Next time I'll let you spend the night," you scold. "I told you not to-"

"I know," he said, face heating. The only reason he'd taken the beating was because if he'd had to fight all four guys he probably would have outed himself as Redhood. Or someone adjacent to him. "But he kept putting his hands on my girl."

"Hardly," you protest, "I was just gonna-"

"I know what you were gonna do," Jason snorted. "And a knife wouldn't have been any less messy."

Bruce raised an eyebrow and coughed slightly, reminding Jason that he was standing there.

"Right uh- Y/N, this is Bruce. Bruce, this is Y/N-" Jason broke off, rubbing the back of his neck, this was NOT how he wanted any of the family to meet you but. It was too late now.

"Charmed," Bruce said, taking the hand you offered him with a smile. And funnily enough, he was. You had big, expressive eyes and a broad, warm smile that put him in mind of a plump tabby cat. Sweet but slightly cynical. Aware enough of the world to have had your naivety stripped away- but not your better nature. Your empathy.

"Likewise," you answer, adjusting your glasses where they'd slid down your nose with your free hand. "But if you don't mind- it's been a long night and I have work in," you pause and check your watch, "three hours. I should probably at least get a shower and a nap before I'm back in the trenches."

"Of course," Bruce said nodding, "If you need a ride-"

"My car is outside," you answer, stifling a yawn, "Jay are you coming with me or?"

"I'll drive," he said, deftly slipping your keys away from you, "The scumbags won't all scuttle back into their holes until sun up. I'm not sending you home alone."

"Fair enough," Bruce said, giving Jason an approving nod before turning to walk out the doors, holding it for you.

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 2023 rewatch 1.5

Twilight's Last Gleaming Liveblog

Oh my. I need to get ready. This is the episode that made me fall in love with this show. This show is tragedy after tragedy.

A delinquent can't catch a break.

Ok here we go.

Bleh. Post coital Flarke.

She's sweet and tender. He'a selfish ass. Oh no don't tell him you have feelings for him. "I wanted it to be you."

I should probably tell you that last night for me, wasn't really about you. Just wanted to have my first earth sex and you were around, passably cute. snickersnicker. Aren't you a fucking comedian.

Oh Jaha is telling abby that the oxygen is getting worse. Pulmonary toxicity. Prison section is on half air, and Jaha is giving her extra O2. And he's telling her that they're going to 'excise' 320 people.

And here's my baby Raven hitting atmosphere. "don't let me blow up." ooh. It looks like it's close.

More cute Flarke. And Clarke got a new shirt in the bunker. "We should share." And he's like oh we need it to keep a safe place. But he's looking at her like he's in loooove. "I wanted it to be you too," he whispers. While his girlfriend is burning up in the sky. Look Clarke see's her. Finn tells her to wish on a shooting star. And she's like what are you nuts? Nope not a shooting star.

Bellamy is in bed with two girls. I forgot about that. One of them REALLY looks like Clarke. B is stressed. He's like oh no I'm gonna get in trouble for murdering Jaha.

She is like oh maybe it's food packets. Finn is trying to delay her. That guy. Bellamy is also trying to delay people. That guy. Y'all are both shady. O is trying to push him because she doesn't know.

Uh oh. Little red headed Reese and her papa Tor Lemkin. She's gone blind in one eye. Ugh. He asks if they're going to fix it. Abby says I hope so. Abby is desperate for that radio contact from Raven. It's the only wya they can save these people. They let her out of jail to work medical because there are too many sick people.

Raven is knocked out in the pod. Clarke and Finn are back with the delinquents. Oh look Fox tattling on Bellamy. Oh look, Bellamy's snotty girlfriend. Hook up. Clarke 'should have known he'd go for that radio." Now she thinks she has to predict everything everyoone is going to do. O followed Bellamy. Calls him a selfish dick. and he tells her that he shot Jaha, and when they come down, he's dead. "someone came to me with a deal. Do this. Kill him. And they'd get me on the dropship."

The O and Bellamy conflict begins. "I didn't ask for any of this."

Kane is trying to make the culling look like an accident. Section 17. BTW that was Bellamy's section. Planning murder. Jaha approves. But Jaha has decided to be in section seventeen. He says Kane has a strength that is not weakened by sentiment. That is really mean.

Bellamy finds Raven, takes out a knife and.....

Rips the radio out. Closes door. Leaves Raven passed out. Throws radio in the river. Even as a bad guy he's not very bad. And he's getting less bad as each episode passes.

Raven. Clarke sees her. "Oh my god." "Hi. I made it?" You see that look they give each other? Yes. Princess mechanic all the way. Dump the floppy haired wonder. Y'all work well together.

Poor Clarkie when she watched Raven run up to Finn and kiss him. That is just not fair. What a jerk. Honestly. Poor Clarke she looks like her heart is broken. Man. And honestly Raven, please stop looking at him like that. HE doesn't deserve it. Although she probably ha a concussion.

Finn apologizes. Clarke doesn't wan to talk about it. He introduces them, and Raven tells her that Abby was the one to send her down. She tells her about the culling. The radio is gone. Clarke knows Bellamy took the radio.

Jaha and his chess set. Abby is scolding him for joining s 17 and saying he's copping out. Calls him a coward. She finds Jake's recording from when he wanted to expose the failing air.

O by herself in the woods, because B sent her back to camp, oh is this Lincoln coming up?

She trips down a hill.

Clarke confronts Bellamy. Hey princess you taking a walk in the woods? lol. She tells him about the culling. Finn pushes him. Raven is like oh yeah you're the one who shot Jaha. Clarke figures out that's why he took off the wristbands. Where's my radio? Raven says.

I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. Ok yeah sure big shot.

He takes her by the throat and pushes her against the tree. She whips out a knife.

She tells him he's not dead. "You're a lousy shot." Which is 100% not true. He's a great shot. So he did it on purpose. Lousy bad guy. And he looks devastated. Says it's too late. Because he dumped the radio.

Jake Griffin's announcement is playing EVERYWHERE on the ark. The air is out. Abby reports about the culling. Too late guards. Kane tough guy. She's going to be the love of your life.

Finn trying to explain he didn't think he'd see Raven again. She's like. "But you wouldn't take off your wristband. You had hope. but it's ok I get it. I was around, passably cute."

Bellamy is all gloomy now. Acting tough guy when he's all sad and heartbroken. Raven of course can figure out how to contact them wihtout the radio because she's a genius.

Kane things there are going to be riots. He blames Abby. "Tha'ts what you've done." This is like the opposite of the Bellamy/Clarke situation with murphy.

They send in Tor Lemkin to talk to Abby about the oxygen. And he hands in his dog tag to volunteer. Jaha is like "For what?"

I'm already crying.

Whimpering. Damn him. Next guy. Give my wife a little extra air. A lady without a word.

"jake was right," jaha said. "it would bring out the best in us." When I think that those bastards made their sacrifice worth absolutely fucking nothing in season 7. Shh. I'm not talking about the bad place. Just season 1.

Raven is engineering. Clarke is upset and worrying. Will the ark see their rockets?. "But your mom will be watching. I've never seen anyone love someone like she loves you."

Kane is eating crow about the volunteers. Jaha still plans on volunteering. He's feeling guilt for executing Jake. Kane says "one decision does not define a man." Ironic because this culling decision right here is the one that defines Kane and changes everything for him.

Tor Lemkin is "volunteering for an extra shift" and saying goodbye to Reese who has no clue. Abby still hoping to hear from Raven.

Kane and Abby watching the volunteers while the kids are trying to set up the rockets on earth.

Everyone sits on the floor and the music is playing. It cuts back and forth between the culling volunteers willingly going to their death to save the rest of the ark, the ark leaders watching, giving the order. Oh Jaha takes the button away from Sinclair and presses it himself so Sinclair won't have to have that on his consience.

And AFTER he presses his button, the rockets on earth take off. Abby closes her eyes in sorrow. The people in th17 start falling asleep. Tor Lemkin is looking at Reeses barette. Overvoice is Jaha offering a blessing for the dead.

He drops the fucking barette.

Abby and the doctors go into 17. They're all sleeping on the floor together. Not sleeping. Dead. Ugh. All the bodies. She walks through them with the grim music and closes the eyes of one woman and they begin carrying people out on stretchers. She picks up Tor's daughters barette and tears come to her eyes.

AND THERE ARE THE ROCKETS. Bellamy wondering if they can see the rockets from up there? Clarke asking about if you could wish on a shooting star. He says he wouldn't know what to wish for. Asks her what about you and she looks over at the unworthy Finn.

Octavia wakes up in the dark, sees a SCARY MAN. But we know it's just Lincoln. He was scary looking though. Monster looking.

Abby is sitting in Clarke's cell and staring up at the sky light. Jaha comes, offers her some booze. "We mke the best choices we can, and then we put our faith in a forgiving god," Jaha says. Do you think we deserve to be forgiven? Abby asks. And then SHE SEES THE ROCKETS.

JAHA instantly realizes that he killed people for no reason while Abby is seeing hope.

Okay, so watching Murphy's Law and Twilight's Last Gleaming one after the other, I actually have to say that I think Murphy's Law was better. Story wise. TLG is a tear jerker, don't get me wrong, but so much of it is set up, and building up to everything that comes next in the season with coming down to earth while Murphy's law is a turning point in the story from post apocalyptic Lord of the Flies as these characters abruptly grow up REAL fast and it is pretty much self contained. The main conflicts of that ep are resolved IN that ep, although it does build the new Bellarke team. TLG is slower and more about the politics and character development in a slow way, Flarke romance, Bellamy's fear of them coming down, the B and O conflict, Jaha's grief, Raven and Finn reunion. And probably most dominant, the Abby and Kane power play.

THIS is actually a replication of the same dynamic between Bellamy and Clarke in Murphy's Law, although more drawn out and political. I mean Bellarke are also in a political fight, but it's 100 kids vs the whole ARk, and it just started where Kabby have been squabbling for what seems like years. And Kane IS the soldier that Bellamy is kind of just pretending to be. ALthough he's ALL ABOUT the rules, while Bellamy has discarded them after his mom was floated and his sister was imprisoned. But Abby and Kane don't find their partnership yet in this episode, even though Bellarke and Kabby are parallel here.

It has now set up the Raven Finn Clarke love triangle. Raven's awesomeness. Finn's suckiness. The Bellarke power pairing. The missing Octavia and soon to be beloved Lincoln. Abby learns that she was right the whole time. They learn that the Ark CAN go to earth. The devastation of the Culling. The story is changing. Right here. The delinquents make contact with the Ark. We also find out why Bellamy has been such a jerk, and he finds out that he didn't kill Jaha. From now on, Bellamy also has a shift in character.

[robotkiyoomi]

Doomsday ft the MSBY 4

If Miya Atsumu had to describe what his worst nightmare was it probably wouldn’t be far from what he was currently experiencing. Yup he was totally, completely, and utterly fucked. He could already picture his parents disowning him while Osamu would document it all, Coach Foster as he paced back and forth while lecturing Atsumu for hours on how to do the right thing, his friends would never let him live this this down, and all of that was somehow secondary to the phone call he’d just made. Even he wasn’t creative enough to imagine this hellscape. Atsumu had considered his options carefully and tried to find another way but upon coming up empty he had dialed the number. 

“What.” A deep stern and very angry voice barked out. He cringed and forced a smile into his voice. 

“Hey Omiii,” Atsumu said, drawing out the “i” as he attempted to avoid breaching the topic of the phone call. 

“What the hell do you want, Miya? It’s fucking 2:22am.” He winced at Sakusa’s tone. Atsumu had never been religious but he did send a silent prayer before calling asking for the spiker to be in a good and forgiving mood. Alas no, he was right not to be religious. 

“So Sho-kun,Bokkun,and I kinda got arrested and we need you to bail us out of jail,” Atsumu said hurriedly, better to just rip off the band-aid right? Wrong. 

“WHAT.” Sakusa screamed. 

That had happened about an hour ago. Atsumu groaned and buried his face in his hands. They truly had no other options and together they had seriously tried to think of any possible alternative. 

“He’s not going to come is he?” Bokuto asked dramatically as he lay face down on the metal bench in the holding cell. 

“Of course Omi-kun will come, he has to.” Hinata said, rubbing at his drooping eyes. 

“We can’t die in a foreign country’s prison when we have home games soon,” Atsumu internally winced at the innocence of his friends. He loved volleyball as much as them but that was the least of their concerns at the moment. 

The door clicked open, metal scraping against the cement floor as it opened, the sound extremely unpleasant for Atsumu’s already throbbing head. The three of boys jerked into proper sitting positions. The officer who had arrested them was heading towards the cell with Sakusa in tow. 

At that moment, as Hinata and Bokuto scrambled to their feet, Atsumu wasn’t sure if this was a sign of god’s existence or the start of a future crueler than he could’ve ever imagined. 

–

The car ride was painfully silent. Bokuto kept nervously clearing his throat which just drew more attention to the quiet and Atsumu was ready to die. Maybe they should’ve left him in that cell to rot because that might have been a kinder fate. Clearly he had not scolded Hinata and Bokuto to be quiet, in the event that Sakusa did come, well enough because Hinata decided to speak then, 

“Sakusa-san, aren’t you going to ask us any questions?” 

Atsumu smacked his head against the car window and he could see the cocky idiot smirk. 

“Hinata, it’s okay. I actually don’t have any questions,” Atsumu could feel the blow coming, he knew something bad was going to happen. 

“The officer showed me the footage and explained it all to me.” There it was. 

The MSBY members were currently in Brazil for some informal practice matches with other FIVB teams. Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata had been the only members that wanted to go out on their last night. Atsumu remembers heading out around 10:30 to find the first bar, which was just down the road from the hotel. The three of them together without supervision were a dangerous enough combination alone, the drinking games that led to a cycle of drinks downed one after another should’ve been the flashing red flag. From there things were a little less clear but Atsumu could unfortunately still see the incident vividly in his mind. Hearing Sakusa recount the event out loud is even worse than Atsumu had anticipated. 

“Of course you guys would bring a volleyball to a bar, it makes perfect sense. Meian has to hold onto all of your passports and IDs because you are all distractible children, but god forbid one of you doesn’t have a volleyball on them at all times.” Hinata and Bokuto clearly miss the depth of Sakusa dig and Atsumu sinks further into the passenger seat because he too is included in the patronizing talk. Atsumu is used to being scoffed at by Sakusa or even lectured by their coach and captain for his behavior on a night out but it has never been categorized to be similar to Bokuto’s childish or naive actions. ‘Miya Atsumu, young volleyball heart throb and potential playboy’ as the articles say. Yet here he was.

“So just to make sure that I understood everything correctly, in a busy club, Hinata tried to set the ball to Bokuto. ‘Try’ being the key word here because from the footage and for your own careers, I have to assume everyone was very intoxicated because the playing skills displayed were..” Sakusa makes a disgusted face and shudders. 

“Anyways, Bokuto, in an attempt to receive the ball, ran at full speed after it. Of course why would you have any spatial awareness of the many other people in the club and look where you’re going? So Bokuto then slammed into Miya, who was sitting at the bar flirting with a girl and had almost just spilled his entire drink on her. Miya, eternally easy to provoke and with an extremely fragile ego then shoved Bokuto in retaliation, this caused Bokuto to fall over and as he fell he accidentally pantsed a woman. In a hilarious moment of cosmic justice, Miya, who had his feet tucked into the bar stool, then tipped over from the momentum of the push and fell, the stool included, face first onto the floor.” Sakusa is barely suppressing his smirk and Atsumu wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Sakusa continues, because yes it would have been extremely embarrassing but Atsumu would have gotten over things if just that had happened.

“The ball then proceeded to hit the bartender in the head and ricochet into the liquor cabinet smashing 217,000 Yen worth of alcohol. Shards of glass flying everywhere on the slip and slide floor of alcohol. Yet amongst the pandemonium, someone did manage to record the tail end of the whole fiasco, which was uploaded to TikTok. Did I miss anything?” Sakusa stated matter of factly. 

“I pantsed someone?” Bokuto asked, leaning up into the front. This was too much. Atsumu groaned and shoved Bokuto back to his seat. 

“Keiji is going to kill me,” he muttered. Everyone was going to kill them. 

“Someone recorded it?” Hinata said, the horror plain on his face. The PR team was going to bring them back from the dead just to kill them again. Atsumu has to blink twice to make sure he is seeing things correctly. Sakusa is giving Hinata a small comforting smile through the rearview mirror. 

“Don’t worry, the good news is that no one had any idea it was professional volleyball players let alone you guys and it is too dark to tell. I checked out the footage and have sent things forward to get ‘drunk idiots try to play volleyball and flop harder than my grades’ taken down” Hinata sags in relief a little. Atsumu grimaces at the unfortunately true caption. 

Atsumu didn’t want to ask but he had to. 

“How did you convince them to let us go? Are we in any legal trouble?” The look of pure glee in Sakusa’s face would haunt him for the rest of his life. Oh so Shoyo-kun gets kindness and I get the stupid amusement, that’s fair.

“I simply explained to them that we are professional athletes and that you three are just idiots that have the impulse control of a toddler. That there was no harm intended and the whole incident was simply a mistake due to your inability to utilize rational thinking. I used the analogy of a dog with a high prey drive who sees a squirrel and just can’t help but chase it like an idiot. You will however have to pay for the alcohol and I have a feeling PR is going to make you write an apology to the injured parties.” 

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Valentines day with Les Miserables (most characters anyway... more to be added)

Gavroche and his friends make home made Valentines for the Amis

Grantiare does as well but makes one extra special for Enjolras. It made Enjolras smile which made Grantaire happy

Jehan spent all night making a personalized card for each person.

Jean Valjean sent one to Javert

Javert was disgusted.

He framed it and sent one back without signing it.

Valjean knew who sent it. And kept it with his candles.

Valjean made one for all the Barricade boys.

Feuilly, who waited last minute, sang a song. It was in fact out of pitch, but they all appreciated it.

Enjolras made a "I appreciate you" card for every one.

Except Grantaire

He sent him a bottle of wine, a coupon for one free hug, and a card that has a not so well draw of grantaire.

Grantaire never drinks that bottle and has put the card beside his bed.

Combeferre sends a small love poem to Courfeyrac.

Courfeyrac paniced and yelled I'm in much gratitude.

Courfeyrac a few days later gave him a book that combeferre has had his eye on for a while.

Combeferre gave everyone a book as well.

Grantaire got a whole book about Ancient Greece.

Joly gave them all stickers that said meow-some they all pinned them to their flower things. He also gave a bandaid to Grantaire and said something along the lines of; "say that you really need it because you scraped your knee falling for Jolras"

Grantaire smiled and nodded and did just that to make him happy. Enjolras was confused and was actually worried but after explaining he was doing it for Joly it was all alright.

Bossuet just hugged everyone while slipping them small cards with little cute notes suck as; I'd fight for you, besties give cards, not scars. And for Marius it said "I care about your lonely soul"

Cosette sent Marius and Eponine an invite to dinner, along with specialized poems

They both attend, and had a great dinner with her and Valjean.

Javert shows up

With a bunch of hungry barricade boys

They all open their Valentines while giggling because SOMEONE I won't say who (it was Bahorel), sent them all dad jokes/ dirty jokes.

Courfeyrac gave Valjean a get out of jail free card

He thought it was hilarious

They all gave Valjean bread.

They thought it was funny

Javert was given a bunch of home made cards

Cosette was made a full member of les Amis

Eponine gave Cosette and Marius a fake flower.

Marius wears it on his jacket everyday

Cosette put hers on her mirror

Marius gave them both a bouquet of their favorite flowers

Marius gave Valjean his hankie back.

Javert snorted at it.

Courfeyrac tells them Marius kissed it

Combeferre scolds him

Valjean sighs and tells the kids to start heading to bed.

Javert helps Valjean clean the dishes.

And they share some wine

[latibvles]

Hey Lexi, may I request HAIR for Daisy and Ron? Thankuu💕

NOW THIS ONE. something about Daisy and Ron just being sweet and tender really does get the brain juices flowing my goodness

HAIR : sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards.

If she told someone that Ronald Speirs was gentle, there’s a high chance that person wouldn’t believe her. But he is, in his own ways because everything Ron does takes on new meaning when you put it in his context.

Not gentle in the way of soft hushed voices and overflowing emotions, his heart didn’t bleed onto the ground and he really didn’t like interacting with children in Europe for obvious reasons.

Gentle in his face, in the words themselves, in his touch. He’s subtle in it, but she’s known him well enough to pick up in his cues. When his hand ghosts by the small of her back to guide her, or when he moves his wounded men to see her but never with enough harshness to make them stumble. He cares. In his own way, he really does care.

He comes into their room (technically hers, but when was the last time either of them slept alone?) and all but throws himself onto the bed, jostling the mattress. Her lips quirk into a smile as she turns to look at him.

“Long meeting?” He reaches up and rubs his face, letting out a long sigh.

“Winters is going on a 30-day furlough to England.” It’s all he needs to say for her to understand it. The Major was considerably more even-tempered than Ron. Given that the soldiers were now trying to fall back into a routine again — he could probably use some of his friend’s patience.

Daisy sighs as she swings one of her legs over to sit in his lap. Ron looks at her with a raised brow and a bit of a smirk.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she half-scolds. “And Dick will be back before you know it. You’ve gone this long without tearing off any heads, right?”

“Almost did a couple times. Strayer almost got it.” Ron refutes. She rolls her eyes and shakes his head.

“But you didn’t.”

“But I didn’t,” shifting, he pushes himself onto his elbows, and then sits straight up. Reaching up, she feels his fingers softly graze her cheek as he goes to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. For a moment he lingers, and she tilts her head towards his fingertips. She can feel his heart thrumming powerfully against her palms pressed flat against his chest. Gentle in his own way. His free arm wraps around her waist securely. “You might be right.” Ron decides on, after a moment of silence.

She reaches up to card her fingers through his hair, and raises a brow.

“I am right. Think of it this way. We can’t go home if you’re in jail for murder.” He chuckles at that, rolling his eyes.

“You make a very compelling case, Lieutenant.”

“I do, don’t I—” her jest is cut off by Ron gently pressing his lips to hers, and she lets out a satisfied hum as he goes to fall back onto the bed, pulling her with him.

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