#but he’s nine and he can’t handle being god

[bloodfreak-boyking]

do you guys think when Sam was really little and starting to pray, he would pray to Dean because Dean was always the one that fixed things and made things right? Cause I sure do

[thebearer]

nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|

prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.

based off this prompt from the other day :)

contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.

“Alright, listen up,” Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. “We need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.” 

“Yes, Chef!” A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmen’s pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line. 

“And for table nine, we’ve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So let’s triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?” Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket. 

“Yes, Chef!” Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock. 

“Table nine, is that- that’s the senator?” Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoria’s station, giving her a curt nod of approval. 

“No, that’s table eleven.” Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. “Nine, is… a birthday. Booked online.” Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one. 

The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name? 

You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. You’d even invited him over to your place a few times, he’d spent the night last week. 

Still, Carmen hadn’t managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmen’s life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasn’t purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasn’t ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself. 

“Carmen?” Sydney’s voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. “Chef, are you- are you good?” Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows. 

“What?” Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richie’s frame blocking most of it. “Sorry, yeah- yeah, I’m good, Chef.” 

Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richie’s eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window. 

There you were. 

Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. He’d actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadn’t felt since junior high. 

“Alright, walk five salads to nine.” Sydney called out. “Where’s our runners? God, Richie, can you run-” 

“-I got it.” Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it. 

“Cousin, I can get it.” Richie frowned. 

“No, I-I got it.” Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. “I got it. I’ll be- I’ll just be a second.” 

“I don’t- I can’t even handle that one right now.” Sydney sighed in exasperation. “Alright, Chefs. Let’s get back on track.” She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone. 

Sugar’s cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it. 

From: Richie 

‘Look at table nine.’ 

Sugar huffed. 

To: Richie 

‘Why? Is there something wrong?’ 

She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen? 

To: Richie 

‘Is something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?’ 

From: Richie 

‘No. Cousin wanted to go out there.’ 

Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end. 

Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. “Hey,” 

“Hi,” You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. “Everything looks so good.” 

“Yeah? Thanks.” Carmen nodded. “I-I didn’t know you were comin’ tonight.” 

“I’m sorry.” You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldn’t have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced. 

“I, uh, it’s my friend’s birthday.” You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. “And I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.” Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them.  

“Yeah, no, that’s really nice. Thank you.” Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didn’t see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. “Why didn’t- Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me you were comin’ in.” 

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You muttered softly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d even see us here, I swear. I didn’t mean to bother you or anything-” 

“-You’re not bothering me.” Carmen’s voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. “Never a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.” 

Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmen’s own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin. 

“Alright?” Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge. 

“Alright.” You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his. 

“How’s everything so far?” Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee. 

“Just let me know if you need anything, ok?” Carmen turned to you.

“I will.” You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection. 

“Good. I’ll see you before you leave, alright?” Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. “You’re not botherin’ me. ‘M glad you’re here.” 

Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight. 

Carmen could feel everyone’s eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydney’s gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fak’s wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out. 

“Hey, uh, Marcus.” Carmen ignored Richie’s raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, Chef?” Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing. 

“Table nine has a birthday. I was thinkin’ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?” Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face. 

“Yeah, Chef, I can do that.” Marcus nodded. 

“Thank you.” Carmen nodded. “And Chef? Let me know when it’s ready before you walk it.” 

Marcus frowned. “No, it’s not- I just wanna walk it, ok?” Carmen shook his head. 

“Alright.” Marcus nodded slowly. “Heard, Chef.” 

Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. “So,” Richie hummed. “There a complaint or somethin’? Need me to go talk to ‘em-” 

“-No,” Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. “Sorry, it’s- No, I-I don’t need you to do that, Chef. Everything’s good.” 

Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. “You gonna tell me what that was about?” 

“No, Chef.” Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. “But, uh, there’s not gonna be a check on table nine.” 

“What?” Richie frowned. “Did you mess somethin’ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong it’s my job to know-” 

“-No, it’s not-.” Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, that’s… The girl on the end? I-I’ve been kinda seein’ her, ya know?” He muttered. 

Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. “No shit.” He grinned. “No shit? You-You’re serious?” He turned to look out the window. 

“Don’t fuckin’ look.” Carmen hissed. “Look, it-it’s not a big deal, alright? Just don’t-don’t say anything o-or do anything.” 

Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger. 

This time, Richie held back. He wasn’t sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time. 

“Alright.” Richie nodded slowly. “No ticket for nine. Heard.” 

Carmen’s foot tapped anxiously. “I mean, right? Th-That’s what I should do right?” Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. “That would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?” 

“Yeah,” Richie scoffed lightly. “Jagoff of the fuckin’ year. Makin’ your girl pay to come to your place.” 

Carmen’s heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl. 

“Walk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.” Sydney called. 

Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. “So, you gonna take these out?” He muttered. 

“No,” Carmen huffed. “Gonna wait until the cake.” 

“Yeah, good idea, Cousin.” Richie nodded with a proud smile. “That when you’re gonna tell them no check tonight?” 

“No,” Carmen shook his head. “I don’t- It would feel weird comin’ from me.” He looked up at Richie. “I was gonna let you do it.” 

“Yeah, I can handle that.” Richie smirked. “And I won’t say anything, Cousin.” He stopped Carmen before he could say it. “I got you, Cousin. I won’t fuck it up, alright?” 

Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmen’s heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.

[hazbinwhoree]

Adam x f!reader

after a one night stand with Adam, around a month or two later she reveals she’s pregnant with his kid..

his reaction and maybe his life when the baby arrives him failing at changing a diaper

him falling asleep on the couch watching tv with his baby on his chest with a tiny spot of drool on his shirt 🥹

bonus

Lute holding the child and then the baby pukes on her

Father Adam

Adam and (Name) had been friends for a long time. Just friends. Until one drunken night, they can’t pretend anymore, and they hookup. The one night stand shakes their friendship, and they don’t talk nearly as much over the next two months.

That’s why Adam is so surprised when he opens his door to find (Name) in tears.

“(Name), what’s wrong?” “Can I come in? You should maybe sit down for this.”

Adam has absolutely no idea what (Name) is about to throw at him, letting her in and sitting next to her on his couch. (Name) pulls something out of her pocket and hands it to Adam. Adam felt the world stop. It was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test.

He’s silent for a long minute before shakily asking, “You’re sure it’s mine?”

(Name) hits his arm. “Yes, I’m sure, you’re the only guy I’ve fucked in like a year.”

Adam is silent again, before snapping out of his daze and taking (Name)’s hands into his. “I… I love you.” The tension that had been between them since the one night stand was finally put into words.

Tears poured down her face as she threw her arms around Adam’s neck. Adam pulled her into his lap and (Name) buries her face in his neck. “I love you too.”

The nine months flew by, Adam and (Name) learning to live as a couple before they had to learn how to live as parents.

Luckily, years of friendship made it easy, and their relationship had very few bumps.

Adam was fast asleep when he was abruptly awoken by (Name) shaking him, telling him when he woke in a small, scared voice, “My water broke and I’m having contractions.”

19 hours later, their son was born. Adam, the egotistical bitch he is, insisted on naming their son Adam as well. (Name) allowed it, and they celebrated the arrival of Adam Jr.

They took him home a day later, and Adam basically went through the five stages of grief. He loves his kid and he’s proud to be a father of a child he actually wanted, but he realizes he has no idea how to be a dad, and is now worried he’s going to fuck up his son.

(Name) assures him he won’t fuck up their child and Adam finds himself believing her.

The first night, Adam sleeps straight through the baby crying. The second night, the same thing happened. The third night, (Name) shook him awake and grumbled “Your turn.”

Adam drowsily made his way to the nursery, and crying baby at three in the morning was now his least favorite thing. He sighed, picking his son up out of his crib and carrying him with him to the kitchen.

He bounced and shushed baby Adam while he prepared a bottle of milk. Thank god it was simple enough, all he had to do was heat it up. When he was done and bringing the bottle to his son’s lips, he immediately stopped crying and Adam sighed in relief.

Adam never woke up from the baby crying, he slept like a rock, but (Name) would wake him up and they took turns with the night feedings.

Once Adam half woke up to see (Name) breastfeeding their son in bed next to him. “Me next,” he murmured, before promptly passing back out.

The one thing Adam couldn’t seem to get a handle on was changing diapers. His son had peed on him twice. And something about baby poop smelled especially bad, and he gagged everytime he had to change a poop diaper.

He was such a baby about it that (Name) did most of the diaper changes.

Three months in, and (Name) had two favorite memories.

The first one was when she’d come home from the store to find Adam asleep on the couch, baby Adam asleep on his chest. Despite being knocked out, Adam still had a secure grip on the baby. They were both drooling. Like father like son.

The second was when Lute was holding baby Adam and finally getting comfortable holding a baby when he suddenly threw up on her shirt.

Adam thought it was hilarious. Lute did not.

Adam isn’t the world’s greatest dad by any means, but he’s trying his best.

[swordsandholly]

For WIP Wednesday I give you clips from both the next part of Cherry Bomb and Across the Way:

Across the Way Chapter 5

You resolutely march your way across the street - hands balled into tight fists and face set. The open sign in the corner of the window flickers as you approach the shop door. You hesitate briefly, hand hovering over the handle to enter. Are you being annoying? He might be busy. He’s probably busy. You know working all on your own is time consuming. What if he feels like he can’t say no? Deep down, you know you’re being dramatic. They said they’re your friends and neither Johnny nor Simon seem the type to lie about that sort of thing.

You realize, to your shock and horror, that you’ve been hovering in front of the glass door for a minute straight. Oh, he probably thinks your a freak. Part of you wants to turn tail and run - dash all the way across the street and up the stairs and bury yourself in bed. Avoid him and Johnny for the rest of your life after this blunder. It’s can’t be that hard, right? How difficult could it be to skirt around the men across the street in this tiny, tiny, tiny town?

Impossible is the answer.

A weight lifts off your shoulders when you finally step inside, only to be greeted with an empty front of house. Simon must be in the back. Thank goodness he most likely didn’t see your internal crisis in front of his door.

When Simon circles out of the backroom he’s wiping down his hands - the rag obviously stained with unsettling shades of red. His apron is covered in similar hues. He’s rolled up his sleeves today exposing the expanse of his arms. They flex as he moves and it really should not be as attractive as it is to watch him wipe actual blood of his hands like this.

“Afternoon, bird.” Simon grunts casually. He has his usual black surgical mask on, muffling his words ever so slightly.

“H-hi!” You squeak, your planned script getting stuck in your throat. You wish he wouldn’t look at you like that sometimes. That calm, almost bored droop of his eyes as he waits for you to gather yourself.

“Can I get you somethin’?” He cocks his head slightly.

“Uhm…” You shift under his steady gaze, unable to meet his eye and stop staring down at your non-slip work shoes. “I…uh…I made a steak pie with some of those leftovers you gave me and, uh, it’s kind of too much for just me…and I know you usually take your lunch around now and, uh…”

Simon huffs in amusement. “You askin’ me t’ get lunch?”

“I mean, I kind of owe you any-”

“You don’t owe me anythin’.” He interrupts, pulling his apron over his head and hanging it neatly behind the counter. He does that a lot, you realize. Cuts you off whenever you begin to apologize or try to push them away.

Cherry Bomb Part Nine: The Expo

“Are you?” John asks

“Hm?” You hum, unsure of what he’s asking about.

“Happy here?” He leans against the alley wall, cutting the end off a cigar he pulled from the silver box that lives in his back pocket.

In the low light of the alley, his pupils overtake most of his irises. Dark and intense as he looks you over from head to toe. You see it, suddenly. The god that the others do. He’s not as physically large as Simon, or as loud as Johnny, but he fills every inch of any space he enters regardless. You suppose you became so used to being in that radius that you forgot just how much presence he carries. You’ve wrapped yourself in it like a blanket. A shield.

Your cheeks warm and you shuffle your feet. “I… yeah.”

“Good.” John sighs out a cloud of smoke. “It’d be a pain in the arse to replace you. The boys have taken too much of a liking t’you.”

You stare up at him, eyes wide. It’s not like you didn’t know they like you but having it confirmed still makes your chest tight. It makes your eyes sting and you can’t help but break out into a bashful grin.

“John?” You murmur, barely meeting his eye.

“Dove?” He tilts his head.

Some boldness overtakes you - that same one that the others instill in you. Something born from them and them alone. You wrap your arms tightly around his waist, earning a grunt in return, and bury your face in his chest.

“Thank you. For everything.” You mutter, voice muffled. He smells so good - the slight burn of cigar smoke only adding to the depth of it. “I’ve never… been taken care of. Not like you all do.”

There’s a pause. For a moment you begin to panic that you’ve overstepped. That you’ve monumentally fucked up. That-

An arm wraps around you, John’s large hand cradling the back of your head. “Think nothin’ of it, love.”

[skinnyducky]

in her defense // v.h.

a/n not gonna lie.. this was supposed to come out a LONG time ago. however, the og idea i had in mind just didn’t fit my writing style so i scrapped it and rewrote the entire thing. so, here’s what i came up with. hope you enjoy :)

p.s. i missed y’all soooo much !

vinnie hacker x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k, edited

WARNING: language, bladder mentions, and m*x. that is all. 

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Surprisingly, dinner with Vinnie’s friends wasn’t as awkward as she thought it would be. This was her first time meeting them, and honestly, she was a bit nervous in the beginning. It’s not like she didn’t have a reason to be, though. Sure, it wasn’t like she was meeting his family, but still, these were friends. These were the people he spent the majority of his day with—besides her. Their approval meant everything to her because if they didn’t like her, that could definitely put a damper on her and Vinnie’s relationship, and she definitely didn’t want that.

The group had arrived at the fancy restaurant around nine. It was nearing eleven. They spent almost an hour and a half just chatting amongst themselves and sharing embarrassing stories they all had about Vinnie. It wasn’t until midway through Jack’s story of Vinnie almost electrocuting himself that Y/n felt the need to use the bathroom. She crossed her legs, fighting against her bladder in hopes that she wouldn’t miss this story. But her bladder was putting up a good fight, one that she was on the brink of losing.

She flew up from her seat and turned to Vinnie. "I’ll be back. Gonna go use the restroom."

Vinnie nodded in response, sending a smile her way. "Alright, babe. Take your time."

After pecking the boy’s cheek, Y/n sprinted to the restroom. Upon reaching the ladies’ room, she flew inside and stumbled into the nearest stall. "Oh, that’s nice." She smiled, relieving herself of the pressure on her bladder. Once she was done, she wandered out of the stall and towards the sink. As she began washing her hands, she took the time to check herself over, ensuring that she didn’t look like a complete mess. While she was doing so, she noticed something strange.. something that looked like it didn’t belong in the women’s restroom. Shutting off the sink, Y/n slowly turned around, hoping to herself that what she saw was just in her imagination. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

There, clinging to the wall, just a few feet away, was a row of perfectly polished urinals.

"No way." she gulped.

There was surely a reasonable explanation for this, right? There had to be a reason for urinals being in the women’s restroom. After trying to come up with every possible explanation, Y/n concluded that she was in fact in the men’s restroom. It’s not like she strolled in here on purpose; she really had to pee and didn’t think to look at the signs on the door.

"I gotta get out of here." She started sprinting towards the door, ready to make her escape. But before she could even lay a finger on that door handle, she heard the sound of laughter coming near. But this wasn’t just any laughter; no, this was.. male laughter.

"Shit." She slapped her lavender-scented hand over her mouth and ran into a stall before she could get caught. Locking the door behind her, she climbed onto the toilet and crouched down so no one would see her head poking out.

The guys entered the bathroom, and based on what Y/n was hearing, there were only two of them. However, that wasn’t the only thing that she heard. There was something familiar about those voices. It only took a second for Y/n to recognize those voices as belonging to Vinnie and his good ol' pal, M*x.

"Jack's such a dick," Vinnie chuckled, his stream trailing behind his voice. "Thank god he didn’t say any of that in front of Y/n. She’d probably leave me in a heartbeat if she heard all of that."

M*x joined in on the laughter. "Can’t argue with that, man. Can’t argue with that."

It was silent between the two as they tinkled. The second they finished, however, M*x cleared his throat. "Uh, can I ask you a question?"

After flushing the urinals, both boys walked over to the sinks. "For sure. What’s up?" Vinnie asked.

"Are you positive she’s the one?"

The question made both Y/n and Vinnie confused. Based on how things were going at dinner, Y/n was confident she made a good impression on all of Vinnie's friends. Although, come to think of it, M*x was a bit standoffish. Maybe she didn’t leave as good a mark as she thought she did.

"Uhm, yeah. I’m pretty positive." Vinnie chuckled. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"I just.. I just don’t think she’s the one for you, dude."

"And why is that?" All traces of amusement had left Vinnie’s tone. Now, all that was there was curiosity, and a hint of anger.

M*x swallowed the lump in his throat before saying the unthinkable. "Not gonna lie, bro, I think she’s a hoe."

Y/n felt her nails dig into her skin as she fought back the urge to fly out of that stall and give that dickhead a piece of her mind. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s barely said two words to her, and already he’s come to that conclusion. What a douche!

Vinnie scoffed, clearly offended by M*x’s accusation. "What the hell, dude? Why would you think my girlfriend’s a hoe?"

"I mean, she was practically flirting with every guy at the table. You saw the way she got all handsy with Jett. Don’t act like you didn’t."

Now, Y/n was a believer in many things. She believed in ghosts, aliens, and mermaids, but not this—and she hoped Vinnie didn't, either. How could M*x mistake her being nice for flirting? And what the hell did he mean by her getting "handsy" with Jett? She was picking a piece of lint off his sweater. "Hmph, talk about jumping to conclusions," she thought.

"You know what, M*x, you’re an idiot." Vinnie stated.

This time around, M*x got offended. "Vinnie, how am I an idiot for telling you the truth? I’m just telling you what I’m observing, and from what I’m observing, your girlfriend is playing you."

"And that’s just it," said Vinnie. "This is what you’re observing, not anyone else."

"Bro, I’m your friend. Shouldn’t that count for something?"

"It would if you had solid proof, but you don't, so no, it doesn’t count for shit."

"Why are you acting like this man?"

"You just called my girlfriend a hoe and then accused her of flirting with you guys with no evidence whatsoever." Vinnie snarled. "How would you feel if I accused your girlfriend of flirting with us without any proof?"

Max was quiet.

"Right, you wouldn’t like it. So, if you've got some sort of issue with her, just say that. Otherwise, keep her name out your mouth. We good?"

"Yeah, sure. We’re good."

With that, the two boys exit the bathroom, the stench of tension following closely behind. Leaving the stall, Y/n couldn’t fight the smile that broke out on her face. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned about Vinnie believing what M*x said. In situations like these, boys tend to believe their friends, and considering the fact that she and Vinnie hadn’t been together for that long, she really didn’t know if he’d see through the bullshit. Thankfully, he did, and Y/n couldn’t have been happier.

Escaping the horror that was the men’s restroom, Y/n practically skipped back to the table. Just before she sat down, she planted a kiss on Vinnie’s forehead.

He giggled, blushing like a schoolboy. "What was that for?"

"Just a thank you."

With furrowed brows, he asked, "For what?"

"For being the best boyfriend ever," Y/n replied. "Also, you’re gonna have to tell me what Jack said and why in the hell it would make me want to leave you."

"Yeah, for sure." Vinnie laughed. As he was about to stuff his face with a spoonful of mashed potatoes, he paused. "Wait, what?"

[emmyrosee]

Sunarin is a new dad. And he’s good at it.

He’s constantly hovering over his little boy, there’s no where in sight that the newborn is, that he isn’t right behind him.

And it’s good, that way. Rin’s always been able to keep his infant calm and from screaming, something he teases he’s also good at when it comes to you (he puts a fake pout on his face when you give him a playful smack on the back of his head), and in turn, you’re able to handle your domestics with minimal hassle. Rintaro loves his son, he’s so good with him and he’s so good at soothing him before he’s able to cry too much.

But then Rintaro goes back to practice. And you’re finally thrusted into your very own seventh circle.

You’re convinced your new little boy hates you. Clean and simple. The way he screams and cries is absolutely nothing short of constant, no matter the circumstance.

You put him down for a nap, he’s screaming, you try to feed him, he’s refusing to nurse, in the rare instance he does stop crying and you sit down on the couch, he wails once more, and you feel your sanity slip.

You’d cry yourself, if you had the time and mental strength. If you had time to think about it, you’d feel hurt at the idea that your infant likes Rin so much more than you, that he’s the only one who can soothe the baby and you’re the one he’s stuck with at home.

Lucky, for the both of you.

After the absolutely grueling day, you finally manage to make him stop crying, just in time for Rintaro to come home to the two of you- both exhausted and in shambles and covered in poop, but to you none the less.

He smiles the minute his eyes lay on your disheveled form, shrugging off his duffel bag making his way towards you. “Hey momma bear,” he hums, reaching out to hug you. “How’s my beautiful, sexy-“

“Back off,” you snap, watching Rin’s hand fly back as if you’ve bit him. “Your son just projectile shat on me, and I’m not in the mood for your flirts.”

You glare at your husband as he fights, with all his might, to not cackle at your tense words. “I-I’m sorry, he what?”

“I was changing him,” you snarl, your whipping the pack of baby wipes at him. “And I thought he had to fart, but instead, he fucking shit himself. Everywhere.”

Sharp eyes follow down the stain at the edge of your shirt, forcing back a snort once again with a grin, “everywhere?”

“Everywhere,” you growl. “And Rin, so help me God if you laugh I’m filing for divorce-“

“Hey hey, come on now,” he says softly, wrapping an arm around you. Despite not wanting to be touched, you can’t deny how good it feels to be back in his arms. “No need to throw around the ‘d-word,’ you know I was going to laugh regardless of what you say.”

“Asshole,” you growl, but any facade of true anger melts into one of tears, and Rin pulls away slightly to look at you in concern. “… he hates me, Rin.”

“No he doesn’t,” he promises, shushing you softly. “He adores you, you know that.”

“He won’t stop crying,” you wail. “And he wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, I haven’t peed for nine hours, for gods sake he shit on me-“

“And that’s because he’s two months old, baby,” Rin says, kissing your pounding temple. “He’ll do that. For a pretty long time. That’s what babies do. They’re not really picky with that, they kinda hate everyone.”

“He doesn’t do that with you-“

Rin chuckles, “you just don’t happen to see it. You’re out and about being super mom, all I can do is hold the fort until you get home. And you don’t see the chaos he can cause, yeah?” When you say nothing, Rin nudges his nose against you. “He loves you, babe. He just doesn’t know it yet. And that’s okay.”

He plants a kiss to your head, his warm hand settling on your belly to rub soothing circles in- carefully avoiding the poop stain- and when he finally feels you melt against him, he smiles encouragingly and guides you back into the bedroom where your son lays on his back in the middle of the bed.

“Hey, lil’ dude,” he hums, laying on his side next to the baby, while you blink in exhaustion. “You makin’ mommy crazy?”

“Yes,” you whine, laying on the other side of the baby boy, who grunts and smacks his lips up at his father. Your eyes close in a feeble attempt to ward off the migraine that’s forming, but when you hear a soft “I’ve taught you well,” followed soon by a “pound it,” you scowl up at your husband, whose fist is balled and ready for a fist bump. But even you can’t fight the chuckle that breathes through your nose when a tiny, mitten clad hand knocks against Rintaro’s, an excited “yesss,” easing past your husband’s lips.

Green, sharpened eyes flick over to you, and he offers you a loving smile before re-lifting his fist to you and mouthing another “pound it,” directed at you this time. Your smile falls to a frown, and you whine an exasperated “no,” before pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. Instantly, a noise of distress comes from your son, and Suna clicks his tongue, “babe you’re making him upset, we need to pound it!”

Reluctantly, you lift your fist to bump against Rin’s, and he sighs happily as he looks down at your son, “and that’s how you were made, little man.”

You scowl and smack his hand, a playful “ow,” falling out of Rin’s mouth. You watch the hand you’d smacked rub soothing circles on your baby’s belly, his lips pressing small kisses against his chubby cheeks.

“Well, I’m proud that you are making mommy crazy,” he begins, resting his head against the bed to lay his forehead against his son, almost as if he’s recharging.

“But make sure to leave some chaos for me, okay?”

“I swear to God, Rintaro.”

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Friday everyone! This is my first 911 ficrec post (I'm usually over here if ill-fated hunters and their angel husbands are your jam) but I've been DEEP in the Evan Buckley hyperfixation throughout April so come with me for what I've been reading!

This is a combination of Buddie and Bucktommy and buckeddietommy (aka buckeddie and meatballs, heh!)

26 April 2024

tell me about despair by @hattalove was the first fic I read, specifically because I wanted to get inside Eddie's head more as on first viewing I found him a little trickier to grasp...but yeah...that might just be because I am he and he am I. This fic was an wonderful way in to understanding his inner workings. His queer awakening and the associated traumas he has to work through were handled with such care, and the character voices were just gorgeous. "Eddie's not entirely sure he believes in getting help, at least not for himself. There's only so much healing to be had for a body torn apart by bullets, for a mind that's only half there, for a man who's been leaving pieces of himself behind all his life with nothing to take their place. Except, as it turns out, falling apart happens in increments, and healing does, too"

evan, elated and euphoric by @gayhoediaz 16500 words of bucktommy first time smut anyone?? "Buck likes it - not just being with Tommy, being with a man - that part is obvious, but he… likes that he likes it. He loves that he likes it. Truthfully, he doesn’t think that he has ever felt more at home in his own body than he does in this very moment." This is such a delightful exploration (through copious amounts of sizzling sex) in Buck feeling fully present and fully himself in his sexuality, and it's gloriously decadent as well as sweet and sexy as hell. I loved this characterisation of Tommy.

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels all hail the threesome fics! In which the correct answer is always - Both? Both is good! This one is gloriously kinky and sexy and I love the 'guiding hand' aspect and how both Buck and Eddie allow themselves to be led. "It's not that Buck's not happy with Eddie. It's just that being with Tommy taught him things about himself, things he wants, and he doesn't quite know how to ask Eddie for those things. He shouldn't have underestimated how well Eddie knows him, or how willing Tommy is to lend a helping, instructional hand."

Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold by @elvensorceress is a gorgeously written allegorical tale with PEAK Buddie and Christopher family vibes set between S4&5. "In the aftermath of the sniper attack, Buck has to keep going without his partner while sorting through the layers of everything they are to each other, while Eddie fights for his life and through all his internalized trauma and regret for everything they never managed to say. aka After nearly losing each other, Buck and Eddie find their way to each other and their family’s happily ever after." My absolute favourite thing about this fic is the thread with the bedtime story that Christopher and Buck have created together. Just beautiful.

five ways to fall in love with the man in the mirror by @buckttommy is a bucktommy fic but crucially a Buck absolutely revelling in the poetry of getting to know your own identity. It also crucially gives me Jay Hulme vibes (iykyk) "Buck meets God at a gay club. He finds him in an oil-slick puddle on a damp night, neon lights reflecting off the kaleidoscopic liquid in the parking lot. or; Evan Buckley falls in love with himself."

and i know how i feel by @middyblue is a very sweet Buck coming out to Bobby fic, written I believe between 7x04 and 7x05. ALL the Dad!Bobby feels. "Buck stares off over the hills of Los Angeles, hugging his knees. He half wants to take out his phone and start playing Nine Simone (it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, and I’m feeling - ) and half can’t bear to drown out the thin peace of bird calls in the quiet blue of the morning. Footsteps scrape on gravel behind him and he turns, half-expecting another hiker, but it’s Bobby, carrying a coffee tray with two to-go cups and a paper bag."

Short and sweet fic:

For All Occasions by @storybelle FIREFAM FEELS! In which of course, as per tradition, Hen makes the 118 a cake. I neeeeeed Hen and Buck queer camaraderie show, I need it, and just like this!

Wedding Bell Blues by @klutzygirl - much needed supportive parents actually fic! "Margaret and Phillip meet their son's new boyfriend when they arrive in town for Maddie's wedding." it doesn't go how Buck would expect, in the best way.

PS - if you have any henren authors/fic recs I should check out PLEASE let me know! I'm new and I love them!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Thirteen.

As usual, big thanks to my little audience for your lovely feedback :) We have another little time jump here, bringing us to the next notable event in the timeline of our characters. Enjoy <3 Also, if you're a silent reader who just clicks that heart and carries on, could I at all persuade you to leave a comment? It'd mean the world to hear from you!

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,481

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

December 24th, 2011, Cleveland, NY 

“Are you being careful? Because I’m not sure you’re being careful in your haste to get home,” Adrien spoke, phone glued to his ear as he and his father-in-law watched the snow plummeting down from the sky, the entirety of Oswego County under a few feet already.  

“Bug, I have the greatest co-driver in the world, I’m wearing my glasses and we’re taking it slow. The freeway is clear and there’s barely any traffic. We’re fine.” 

“Homeslice, this truck is insane! I love it! Handles perfectly, y’know?” Jen called, enjoying herself greatly driving Adrien’s Ford Ranger.  

Jen was driving? Oh, god.  

“Jennifer, if there’s even one mark on my damned truck, you’re getting whooped.” He’d only bought it brand new a week ago, and now it was in the hands of somebody who made F1 drivers look tame.  

Steven couldn’t help but snort at that, shaking his head as he sipped his coffee. “RIP your paintwork, son.” 

“Oooh, baby! Bring it!” Of course, she’d say something like that. “Just make sure the fire is blazing, buddy. We’re below zero and this heater ain’t cutting it. I swear, my tits are about to drop off!” 

Adrien couldn’t help my laugh. “You do know I have you on speaker, right? And Steven is standing right here.” 

There was a short pause. “Hey, papa Steve! What’s your medical stance on combating chilly tits?” 

He didn’t miss a beat. “Warm hands.”  

“Steven!” Gemma yelled from across the kitchen, “you can’t say that! The girl is like an adopted daughter to us!” 

“I wasn’t offering, love,” he called, still laughing. “She knows that!”  

“Indeed, I do! Anyway, Jade is running low on battery and my phone is in my bag in the back, so we gotta go. I’m saying ETA of about a half hour. Buh-bye!” 

“Bye!” the men both sounded, Adrien hanging up and returning his phone to the island, sitting down. The reason Jade was out at all in the snow was because all the trains heading north of Manhattan had been cancelled and flights were grounded, leaving Jen stranded without a ride since she her own car had refused to start that morning, Steven and Gemma already on their way and with his own parents also en route from visiting friends in east Hampton, it left no other options than for Jade to drive down and fetch her.  

With her recently split from her boyfriend of ten months, and her mother and sister heading to Florida for Christmas in the sun with her brother Wayne, who she did not get on well with at all, it had left Jen destitute for the festive period. Until Jade had emphatically stated there was no way that would happen, Adrien telling her too that if she didn’t come to them, he’d hunt her down.  

He was very relieved when he saw the truck park up to the side of the house just under forty-five minutes later, the women diving out and running for the door he rushed to open up for them, both covered in a liberal dusting of snow. After a round trip of just over twelve hours, Jade was very, very glad to be back home, kicking off her boots and big coat, falling into the warm hug her husband provided.  

“Mommy Gem!” Jen yelled, approaching the lady herself with wide arms, being pulled into a hug and kissed upon her cheek multiple times.  

“Hey, hon. Oh, it’s so nice to see you, my darling!” While they chatted, Jade stood and caught up with the day she’d missed. 

“Have the puppies been out yet?” Yes, her filling the house with animals had begun. Two Cane Corso's, one American Bulldog, and an insane Red Setter who was currently lying across Steven’s lap beside the fire. Having the chimneys completely rebuilt throughout the house had been expensive and time consuming, but definitely worth it. That and the underfloor heating provided an amazing source of warmth during winter.  

“Groucho initially refused,” he began, speaking of said Red Setter, “Bear and Atlas eventually got their paws in it,” he continued, referring to the Cane Corso’s, “and Brando wouldn’t come back in for a half hour, would you?” 

The big, white bulldog sitting beside him looked up with a head tilt, woofing softly. “Yeah, you know I’m talking about having to chase your dumb ass back in earlier, don’t you?” Another woof sounded. 

“And the cats?”  

He looked to where Salem and Juno, their two rescue Maine Coon cats basked upon the rug, shaking his head. “Long enough to pee before they shot back in.”  

She hummed a chuckle, kissing the centre of his chest. “They are nothing but predictable with their posh paws routine.” 

“Alright, so now you’re home, can we get the guided tour of this newly finished house?” Gemma asked. She’d been itching for a proper look around since they’d arrived four hours ago, Adrien reluctant to show them without Jade, knowing she’d want to be there, too. It also saved doing the same thing all over again for Jen when she arrived as well.   

It gave him a sense of great pride, to show them around the house that had taken four long years to complete, talking about the various points they picked up on as they went. There was one focal point that drew the kind of attention he could have kicked himself over, though, neither he nor Jade realising they hadn’t taken it down from the beam above their bed about two minutes too late.  

“Ahh, guys, I have to take this. It’s the hospital, I’ll be in the lounge.” Steven spoke, his departing of the house tour a saving grace, as Adrien was about to discover.  

“Oh, it’s beautiful in here, look at this floor!” Gemma enthused as she walked into the bedroom, Jen rushing past to backflip straight onto the bed, assuming the starfish position.  

“I love the hell outta this bed!” she exclaimed, Jade folding her arms while raising an eyebrow.  

“If only you knew that I was doing at 1am this morning, right where your head is,” she quipped, grinning with mirth. 

Jen looked between her and the comforter a few times. “I don’t know whether to be aroused or perturbed. I’ll sit somewhere between the two.” 

“Dirty children,” Gemma sighed, her eye then caught. “Why’s there a big assed chain with a hook hanging from the beam?” 

Oh, shit.  

“Erm, modern art,” Jade smiled. Gemma could have been convinced by that, had it not been for her son-in-law closing his eyes tightly, looking immediately uncomfortable. 

“Lies! What’s it really for?” She turned then, fixing him with a look. “Adrien?” 

“And I’m outta here.”  

“Adrien!” she called as he made his escape towards the stairs. “You haven’t answered me.” 

Jade was laughing behind her hands, Jen scrambling off the bed and straightening the comforter before jogging from the room. “This I gotta watch! Oh, he’s gonna go catatonic!”  

“Adrien,” Gemma continued to call, two snickering women hot on her heels, “what’s the hook for?” 

“N’aww, fuck!” he groaned, entering the kitchen and promptly opening the door to the huge, walk in pantry, hilariously shutting himself within, Jen catching up and rapping her hands against the door rapidly. 

“Dude! It ain’t like you to get embarrassed,” she teased with hefty sarcasm, snorting laughing. “Come on! Enlighten us!” 

“Get in here. I need company, and to make sure you keep your yap shut,” he spoke, opening the door, his arm emerging to haul Jen in by her hoodie, slamming it shut again.  

“Baby,” Jade called, slapping her mum on the arm for the look of utter mischief. “Are you alright in there?” 

“Do we still have the cat sedatives?” he asked. 

“I think so.” While Salem was good as gold for vet trips, Juno was hell on four paws unless Adrien took her. For daddy, she behaved. For anybody else? The murder mittens were shown. 

“Good, because I need to swallow the whole damned bottle.”  

“Hey, if I can’t use recreationally any longer, neither can you!” Jen told him, the sound of rustling becoming audible. “Oh cool, you guys have got that Whole Foods granola in here!” A small scuffling sound followed. “Don’t be stingy with the eats, man!” 

The door opened, the tall blonde finding herself ejected, granola box yanked from her grasp. “Oh man, you should see his cheeks!” she hissed through her mouthful of pilfered cereal. “He’s like beets!” 

“Jen!” he warned, slamming the door shut after her exit, sending her doubled over with laughter, Gemma approaching to tap her nails against the pantry door. 

“Adrien?” she called sweetly, trying to hold her laughter in. “What’s the hook for?” 

“Yeah, homeslice, tell us!” Jen teased, wiping her eyes. “You can’t be a freak in the sheets and then get all shy about it!” 

“I can when my mother-in-law is right there, Jennifer!” 

“Mummy,” Jade warned, finally emerging from behind her hands, “stop mortifying him!” 

She thought on it for a second. “I will not.” Once again, her nails tapped the door. “What’s the hook for, Adrien?” Oh, she was having way too much fun to stop, the door eventually flying open, Adrien moving at speed across the kitchen, determined to at least try not to be furtherly ensnared by his embarrassment. He didn’t move fast enough for Gemma, though, who grabbed his belt and, surprisingly for her size, hauled him to a complete stop. 

“What’s the hook for?” 

He finally began to laugh, pointing at Jen, who was in complete hysterics. “Don’t you dare.” 

“I ain’t saying shit,” she began, snorting and descending again, hugging his arm.  

He cringed, shaking his head rapidly. “If ever the ground was gonna open up and swallow me, can it please be now?” Opening one eye a fraction, he viewed an expectant Gemma, laughing through his nose as the discomfort ate him alive. “I’m pleading the fifth.” 

Truly, he had no idea of the tenacity of Mrs. Burton, Gemma folding her arms, making him meet her eye. “What’s the hook for?” 

“Mum, you really don’t want to know,” Jade called, picking up a passing Salem and cuddling him close, the cat purring and nudging her face with his.  

“I do want to know!” she exclaimed, “if nothing else but to watch your husband squirm some more.” 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he screwed his eyes tightly shut, looking more pained than Jade had ever seen him look. “I’ll let your daughter tell you. I’m going where women are not. Gimme the keys, I’ll go get all your stuff out of the truck.” He kissed his wife’s head on the way past as she handed him the keys, scratching an appreciative Salem, Gemma turning to meet Jade with a wide-eyed stare. 

She waited all of two seconds after Adrien had exited the back door. “Well?” 

“He ties me up and hangs me from it,” she finally stated simply. 

The gasp that fell from Gemma was immense. “He what?” she began, turning to Jen while pointing at her daughter. “I was thinking leverage or something, you know, like holding onto it while you’re bouncing on top?” The fact she coupled her words with the motions to demonstrate sent Jen into a guffawing mess, falling to her knees as she slapped the stone tiles beneath her.  

“I have used it for that, too, when I have my arms all bound up.” 

“Jade Lucia!” Gemma exclaimed. 

“I can’t breathe!” came the voice from the floor.  

“Well, you did ask, mum,” Jade shrugged, picking up a grape and popping it into her mouth with a shrug. “No, you can’t have that.” she then told the huge puddle of fur in her arms, Salem softly pawing at her finger with a little meow. 

Gemma stood looking mildly stunned. “But he’s so nice and polite, and now I find out he’s one of these guys who liked their women hog tied!” 

“Not all the time,” Jade was quick to state, plucking a few more grapes from the bunch. 

“It’s always the nice, polite ones that are the secret deviants,” Jen added to the conversation, moving to seat herself at the island. “Trust me, the things I know about Charlotte. Entirely too much, courtesy of Katie.”  

When Adrien came back in, he was immediately given a look from his mother-in-law, Gemma resting her hands to her hips. “I want words with you, young man.” 

Just then, he heard the sound of a horn beeping, looking out of the window to see his parent’s car pulling up. “Oh, thank fuck,” he sighed, “saved by the beeps.” He then paused, of course realising his mom and dad would also want the guided tour, eyes widening. “Baby, get the fuck upstairs and get it down!” 

“I can’t, I’m not tall enough,” she spoke in her best cute, funny voice, snorting with laughter all over again.   

Jen jerked her head in the direction of the door. “I gotcha, Skippy. I’ll get on your shoulders. C’mon.” 

While they scurried from the kitchen, Gemma fixed him with a wry smile, walking over and hugging him. “Still love you, even if you are a deviant.” 

He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “Still love you too, Gemma. Even though you enjoy mortifying me way too much.”  

She hummed a wicked chuckle, patting his stomach with her hand. “You shouldn’t make it so easy, hon.” 

With all embarrassing inquiries out of the way, another tour of the house was taken after Lois and Patrick had warmed up with coffee, everyone gathering back in the kitchen, where Gemma had truly commandeered the space, cooking all afternoon. The big celebration in Italian households was Christmas Eve, and truly, she’d gone all out. The feast of the seven fishes had been a staple in her household since she was a child, and she’d kept up with that tradition ever since.  

Baked salmon, spaghetti with clams, fried calamari, cod with orzo, gigantic, spicy shrimp, garlic mussels and fried whitebait graced the table, everyone having much fun at Jade’s expense with the latter.  

“Patrick, no. I can’t,” she cried, her father-in-law holding one of the tiny fried fish, making a swimming motion towards her with it. “It has a face still!” If there was one thing she couldn’t deal with, it was fish served with their heads still intact. 

“But as a meat eater, everything you consume has a face. I fail to see the validity in your gripe when we take this into account,” he shrugged, Jade leaning as far away as she could in her seat at the island, making a perturbed squeak.  

“I don’t like my food to look at me,” she reasoned, pointing at Adrien. “Your bloody son traumatised me every damned day of our honeymoon! Ordered everything with a face when we went out to eat!” Indeed, he had, Adrien looking delighted at the memory of his wife having a small meltdown at dinner each night. They had spent a week in Turks and Caicos at the end of the summer of twenty ten, loving the islands so much that come the following spring, they were heading back on a group holiday with Katie and Charlotte, as well as his good friend Lewis and his girlfriend Mona. 

Adrien only had three projects to film in twenty twelve, Jade two, both wanting slow down their working life a little and enjoy some time together instead of snatched days and weeks here and there, as they had for the almost two years they’d been married. Two weeks in the sun suited them both down to the ground, especially given the current climate of Oswego County.  

After having a great Christmas with their families, before she knew it, Jade was boarding a tour bus again after touching down in Manchester, but at least it came with some very nice advantages. Advantage one being that she had Adrien with her, and advantage two, the bus itself. With the girls now elevated to a much higher status in their careers, the record company were prepared to shell out a lot more in the way of comfort, two busses now dedicated to ferrying them around in luxury. Yes, they had beds.  

The set up of the busses was much different, the front lounge remaining, kitchenette and bathroom next, but no bunks or rear lounge, those spaces taken up by two bedrooms that a double bed could just about fit into, the gangway offset to the side of the bus. No more bunk life. They were thrilled. Charlotte, Katie and Jess had one, and Jen and Jade the other, Adrien too by extension. He could have stayed at home, but with a housekeeper in employment so their home and animals were well looked after whenever they were away, he saw no reason not to spend some time with his wife. After all, they’d been married for almost two years and lamentably spent most of it apart.  

They’d definitely proved every single one of their doubters wrong, that their marriage wouldn’t last beyond a few months.  

Still though, while they were no longer hounded by photographers quite as much as before, the media still gave voice to ridiculous gossip, claims that they were on the rocks and heading for separation, as well as the one that had made Jade burst out laughing with the sheer ridiculousness of it. Adrien, apparently, had been having an affair with a young woman named Serena Reid for the last five months, her claims only amounting to a personal account that could easily be picked apart.  

It honestly entertained her, how these tabloids didn’t bother with fact checking anything for credence prior to going into print. One of the alleged dates the girl claimed she’d met up with Adrien in the city had been so easily refutable, since at the time he was standing to the side of the stage at Simmons Bank Area in Arkansas, watching Seventh Gate play live. Another she claimed to have been in taken to their apartment in the West Village by him while his wife remained upstate, when in reality, he’d been filming halfway across the world. 

That aside, she knew her husband inside out; infidelity was not in his nature. Being a little self-righteous, argumentative when he was in a bad mood, aloof when he was proven wrong, yes, those were some of his negative traits that annoyed her, but cheating? Nope. She knew she’d never have that to worry about. Apart from him being the epitome of faithful, he’d never wish to inflict the kind of pain he’d gone through with Sofia upon another. He was too much of a good guy for that.  

He would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t worried about the effect it’d have on his wife, knowing well how she tended to pay a little too much attention to online commentary into their life, but the way she’d handled it with grace, not internalising it either, had truly made him proud. Her coping skills in that respect had been learned in attending therapy for the last year and a half, and also feeling safe and secure enough in her relationship with him to talk things through, just as he’d always wanted her to.  

While the claims of Serena Reid were entertaining in their preposterousness and nothing more, Jade couldn’t help but feel sorry for her on some small level. The emergence of an Instagram page, with fake text messages created allegedly from Adrien, as well as badly manipulated Photoshop creations had sealed for her that the young woman was likely not well. Where were her family in all of this to talk her out of making a complete fool of herself, she wondered? The media also had a responsibility as well. After all, they had been the ones to give Serena a platform when it was obvious how delusional she was.  

Delusional was exactly how Jade looked at it all, and was prepared to keep on viewing it as. That was, until she and the rest of the girls were headed to a small side room at the Manchester MEN arena for a meet and greet with fans who had paid for VIP packages. Upon approach, their former head roadie, now tour manager Sunni walked from the room, holding his hands out.  

“Yeah, we’ve got a situation, guys,” he spoke, glad that he’d been the one to spot it prior to the band entering the space. “Jade, that girl Serena Reid? You ain’t going to believe this, boss, but she’s back there in the room with the rest of the fans.” 

Hearing that, things shifted up a gear instantly, and her stance of thinking Serena to be nothing more than a purely harmless, annoyingly delusional person was swiftly tossed aside.  

[degrassi-fanatic]

Asked You To Write It Down For Me

The anguished-kicked-puppy-dog-eyes Jamie was wearing were just becoming too much for Roy to handle. Every time Roy chanced a look at Jamie’s phone, he would see him staring longingly at a photograph of Georgie and Simon. Then, he would open his text threads to type, erase, and retype texts to Georgie only to shut off his screen at the last minute.

The cherry on top of this fuckin’ horrible sundae was when Roy found Jamie crying by himself in the living room the other day. Jamie never revealed the reason for the breakdown but, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he was feeling insanely guilty over missing Mother’s Day this year because of some brand deal shoot he couldn’t get out of. 

Roy had decided that enough was enough and rang up Georgie himself to tell her that he and Jamie were coming to Manchester for the weekend to have a belated Mother’s Day. 

The belated Mother’s Day, however, is still in the works as Jamie and Simon are currently running around shops to try and find the ingredients for some stellar meal they’re going to cook up for Georgie. 

With those two out, Roy is left in charge of entertaining her and he starts the evening off strong by pouring her a hefty glass of the fancy wine Roy helped Jamie pick out for her. 

“It’s always nice to have you and Jamie around.” Georgie says as she leans against the arm of the couch, her feet on the cushions, “It’s especially nice when you two bring posh wine.”

Roy snorts as he hands her the wine before making his way to sit down on the other end of the couch, facing her, with his own glass filled to the brim. 

“Well, Jamie has been missing you a lot, recently,” he says, leaving out the details to keep her from worrying, “He doesn’t like that he couldn’t make it for Mother’s Day.”

“I told that lad already that he shouldn’t worry.” she says exasperated, “It don’t matter to me when he comes down as long as he knows he’s always welcome.”

“Yeah, well, you know, Jamie.”

Georgie hums thoughtfully before taking a swig of the wine.

“This is good shit, my God,” she mumbles to herself before addressing Roy, “What about you? What did you get up to on Mother’s Day?”

Roy freezes. 

Usually, when people ask about his parents, he gives them the bare details or tells them to piss off, and seeing as he’s speaking to Jamie’s mother, he can’t exactly do either of those options. He doesn’t want Georgie to think that Roy’s some arsehole that’s going to be a bad influence on Jamie. 

Instead, he bides his time by swishing the wine around in his glass, being careful not to spill it. 

“My mum and I— We aren’t like you and Jamie.” Roy explains after a moment, “She and my dad, uh, they’re not really big parts of mine or Ruth’s life. I mean, they did fuck all when Ruth’s piece of shit husband left her and they didn’t even find the time to visit when Phoebe was born, and— I don’t know, they’re not bad people but, they’re not emotionally available.”

“Only person in my life that was, was my Grandad.” he says, smiling into the rim of his glass as he takes a sip in between words, “Then, he died while I was in Sunderland.”

“Jamie told me you went to Sunderland when you were only nine years old, right?” she asks.

He wants to ask if Jamie mentioned this when he was still a fanboy and it was some fun fuckin’ fact about him in a magazine or if he mentioned it to her when they started seeing each other. 

He holds off on it though. He’s not sure why. 

“Yeah,” he answers, “Sometimes, I look at Phoebe and I think about sending her off to fuckin’ Manchester for just the day and I have a heart attack. I don’t know how my parents could do that.”

I don’t know how my parents could do that to me. 

Georgie must be a fuckin’ mind-reader or some shit or maybe she could understand what he was implying because she reaches over to his side of the couch and places a comforting hand on his knee.

Much too quickly for his liking, she pulls off and recedes back to her side. 

“I remember the day that I sent Jamie off for the U-18,” she says as she reaches behind her and grabs a photo of Jamie from that time, the one where he’s grinning so hard at his mum behind the camera, “It broke me heart to do that. The only thing that kept me from flagging that bus down was knowing that he was safer than he was ever going to be here.”

Georgie places the photo back in its place delicately. 

Roy doesn’t comment on how she’s wiping away tears from her eyes.

It might be that moment of vulnerability that Georgie’s letting him witness or it might just be the wine he’s been going to town on that’s got him pissed enough to say this but, the next thing he knows, his mouth is opening and—

“It’s, uh, it’s nice being able to talk about these things,” he stammers, looking away when Georgie sends him a warm smile, “I’ve never really had that with a parent before. Not that I think of you as my mum or something because—”

Wordlessly, she cuts him off by plucking his wine glass and setting aside, along with her own. Then, she tugs Roy in by the wrist until he’s close enough for her to haul him into her arms. 

For a minute, he stays absolutely fuckin’ still, like maybe this is an illusion he can shatter by moving too much. Then, he decides fuck it, and fully leans in, reminiscent of the way he first saw Jamie and Georgie interact. 

“It’s okay, Roy,” she whispers as she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, “I can have two sexy little babies.”

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Summary: (Y/N) decides to step in (as usual) and help Chloe and Lucifer. Then, they go out with their friends.

            (Y/N), Chloe, and Amenadiel walked in the LAPD office with Mother Angelica, who was escorted by two other officers.

            “(Y/N)?” said Lucifer, blinking in surprise as he saw (Y/N).

            “Oh, hey, Dad,” said (Y/N). “Chloe gave me a ride here.”

            “They were very helpful in the case,” said Chloe, nodding.

            “Of course they were. Detective work runs in the family,” said Lucifer proudly.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes but smiled. “I think it was more like the nuns really liked me?”

            Amenadiel nodded. “They like angels.”

            “Again, I’m just kind of Celestial,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “I must admit, I’m a little confused about this. Nuns?” repeated Lucifer.

            “They thought (Y/N) was the best person they’d ever met,” said Chloe. “They got the sisters to tell them a secret they’d been hiding for Mother Angelica.”

            “Huh,” said Lucifer, looking at (Y/N) in surprise.

            Again, they shrugged. They still didn’t feel…good? Kind? Holy? Divine?-enough to be an angel, but the nuns had liked them, so they supposed something was Celestial about them.

            “I’m just happy to help catch killers,” said (Y/N). “I don’t like murder.”

            “Profound,” said Chloe. “But I’d prefer if Amenadiel took over, now. He’s an…angel, so they will like him, too.”

            “What about me?” huffed Lucifer. He was more than fine with (Y/N) being praised, but putting Amenadiel above him? By Chloe no less? Absolutely not.

            “Lucifer, you met a priest, and he didn’t react like that to you,” said Chloe, crossing her arms.

            “…Fine,” conceded Lucifer.

            “Can’t I stay? I was kind of having fun,” said (Y/N) eagerly.

            “You can stay in the building, but that’s only because I know you’ll ignore me and do it anyways if I don’t just say yes,” said Chloe. She had an admonishing but motherly tone, and (Y/N) shrugged at the truth of her statement. “But I don’t want you near a murder suspect. Amenadiel is an adult and can decide to put himself at risk. Ethically, I wouldn’t feel right doing that with you.”

            “I fought an angel,” grumbled (Y/N). “I can handle a human.”

            “But you shouldn’t have to,” said Chloe and Lucifer at the same time. Surprised, they glanced at one another.

            Amenadiel looked between the pair. It was clear that despite the slight fight going on, they still cared about each other, and the transition into the parenting dynamic towards (Y/N) was still going on.

            “Fine, fine,” said (Y/N). They sat down at Chloe’s desk. “But I’m staying because I still want to talk to you.” It was their turn to have stern tone.

            “Me?” said Chloe.

            “You,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. “Because I get to handle all of your bickering.”

            Chloe and Lucifer looked away from one another, and Amenadiel nearly chuckled at the way (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

            “Go and get the confession so we can talk,” said (Y/N), shooing Amenadiel and Chloe towards the interrogation room.

            “I do have a job to do,” said Chloe, eager to escape the intensity of (Y/N)’s gaze.

            She had seen (Y/N) handle problems (and heard of incidents with them “handling” people like Michael), so they knew they were going to talk about the “gift from God” issue, and that made her nervous. She needed an excuse to get away.

            “I’ll assist,” said Amenadiel, following her.

            “What are you going to speak the Detective about?” asked Lucifer, confused.

            “You get to stay on Earth, so you two shouldn’t be fighting,” said (Y/N), folding their arms. “This whole ‘gift from God’ mess is just people not communicating again, so I’m gonna force it to work out.”

            “…I believe Dr. Linda would argue that forcing things to work out isn’t the best course of action,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes at him, and he cleared his throat. “But I am…honored that you’re willing to help me.”

            That was the truth. Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say to Chloe, and he suspected any explanation he tried to give would just upset Chloe. But (Y/N)…they seemed to understand people. Yes, they could be abrasive, but they were a natural mediator. They were willing to say and do what was needed.

            And Lucifer couldn’t be prouder of them for it. That was his kid. He loved them.

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            Unfortunately, that first day, Chloe didn’t have time to talk after her interview. She and Amenadiel had to follow more leads to try to figure out the case. Lucifer, still sullen his brother had been chosen for the case, returned home, and (Y/N) followed because sleep was important. (And Chloe got to escape her own interrogation).

            However, (Y/N) was stubborn as much as Lucifer was and could wait as long as it took Chloe to finish her case to speak to her. So when (Y/N) learned on the news that the culprit had been caught and arrested, (Y/N) instantly headed back to the LAPD. Chloe wasn’t avoiding this. (Y/N) wanted her and their Dad to make.

            “Chloe?” said (Y/N) as they entered the LAPD office.

            “Oh, (Y/N). I wasn’t expecting you,” said Chloe, looking up from her paperwork.

            “I said I wanted to talk, and I was serious,” said (Y/N).

            “I have—”

            “—I waited for you to catch the perpetrator, but paper work can wait. You and my dad’s relationship can’t,” said (Y/N). They took a deep breath and spoke more softly. “Please. Just give me a chance to try to explain what I think about this.”

            Chloe bit her lip. She was still upset about being a gift from God, but (Y/N)…they looked so sincere, so vulnerable. She nodded. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

            In the quiet office, (Y/N) and Chloe walked to an interrogation room.

            “Alright,” said (Y/N), sitting down across from her. “How are you feeling?”

            “…It’s all a lot,” said Chloe. “It has been since I learned Lucifer really is the Devil.” She sighed. “It seems adults don’t take it well, no matter how much we try.”

            (Y/N) nodded and shrugged. “It’s a lot. I get that. That’s okay. But, Chloe, you learned how to deal with Lucifer’s identity because you realized he’s still him, right?”

            “I did,” said Chloe. “And I’m very sorry for doubting that.”

            “He knows,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But now you’re not sure about the ‘gift from God’ idea.”

            Chloe looked down. “I just…how am I supposed to feel about how I…feel about him with all of that affecting how I see him?”

            “I don’t think it is,” said (Y/N) plainly.

            Chloe raised her eye and frowned. “What?”

            “The nuns liked Amenadiel, right?” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah. Because he’s an angel,” said Chloe. “Like you.”

            “I’m not—Whatever,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “The point is, everyone is thinking they like Amenadiel because of who he is, not because he’s just likable.”

            “Yeah,” said Chloe.

            “Which makes sense because he’s divine. He’s an example of what they have faith in, so they feel their faith in him. They see a reflection of their feelings and beliefs,” said (Y/N).

            “Right….” said Chloe slowly, confused about where (Y/N) was going.

            “Haven’t you realized that it’s the same with Dad?” asked (Y/N). “People are drawn to him because he represents their deepest desires. They see their own feelings in him, and that’s why he can charm so many people.”

            “Yeah, and that’s the problem,” said Chloe. “I don’t…I don’t want that to be why I care about him.”

            (Y/N) resisted the urge to roll their eyes. Why did God make adults idiots? “Chloe, why do you like my dad?”

            “He’s hard working. He tries to do the right thing, even when he gets it wrong. He gives people second chances. Lucifer’s nicer than people give him credit for. He’s sarcastic, but he’s loyal,” said Chloe.

            “Does any of that have to do with what you desire outside of what anyone would want in a friend or partner?” asked (Y/N).

            “No…” said Chloe slowly.

            “Do you see him as your desires?” said (Y/N).

            “I mean, no. His abilities don’t work on me,” said Chloe. “But that’s because I’m a gift from God.”

            “Chloe,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “You are the only mortal who sees my dad for who he is.”

            “You—”

            “I saw him as a possible family when I first met him,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “I became immune to his abilities when we started to actually connect as family and I became more Celestial. You are the only person who could just see him from the beginning.”

            “But I’m still a gift—”

            “The gift is your ability to see him,” said (Y/N). “Because the only thing God changed about you was your immunity to my dad’s abilities.”

            Chloe’s eyes widened. “So that means…everything else was just…me?”

            Took her long enough. Adults. (Y/N) smiled. “I think so. You and my Dad have a more legitimate relationship based on actual feelings than he could ever have with another mortal. Even Eve just saw freedom, her own desire, in him. You just see Lucifer.”

            “Our relationship is real,” said Chloe, a smile appearing on her face as her heartbeat quickened. “And his vulnerability…”

            “Is because he feels vulnerable with you because you see him,” said (Y/N).

            “What about his invulnerability around you?” said Chloe, worried there was a flaw in (Y/N)’s thinking.

            “He’s my dad. He wants to protect me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “That means he remains unable to be hurt. So he can protect me.”

            Chloe nearly laughed. It all made sense. A large weight lifted from her shoulders.

            “So, do you think you guys can actually talks things out now?” asked (Y/N), more hesitant now. Logic they could do, but they weren’t sure about how Chloe still felt.

            “I think so,” said Chloe, smiling. “Thank you, (Y/N). I’m going to talk to him now.”

            “Good for you guys,” said (Y/N). “I’ll be out with my friends tonight, anyways.” They stood and headed towards the door. “Bye, Chloe. If my Dad acts stupid, just slap some sense into him.”

            “(Y/N),” said Chloe, and (Y/N) paused and looked back. “I know you don’t believe it, but I think Amenadiel and Lucifer are right. You’re an angel.”

            “I’m just trying to help out,” said (Y/N).

            “Exactly,” said Chloe, smiling.

            (Y/N) blinked, turned away, and walked out of the LAPD office. Outside, their friends were waiting in the car.

            “What’s that look on your face for, Birdie? Did the discussion not go well?” said Em as (Y/N) entered.

            “No, it went well,” said (Y/N), frowning. “I just got called an angel a bunch.”

            “Aren’t you technically one?” said Olive.

            “Technically they’d be the antichrist, correct?” said Leon.

            “I don’t know,” said (Y/N) evasively.

            “I think you’re an angel. An actual one, unlike Michael or Uriel,” said Em.

            “What does that mean?” asked Noa.

            “(Y/N) is an actually good person who tries to make the world a better place. That’s what an angel should do. Hell, that’s what God and the Divine are supposed to be,” said Em.

            “Huh, I hadn’t thought of that, but (Y/N) does act like that,” said Marcel. “Even if they are rough around the edges.”

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “I’m just me.”

            “Birdie, that’s exactly my point,” said Em, smirking.

            “If you try to change my nickname to ‘angel,’ I’m throwing you out the car,” said (Y/N).

            “I take it back, you’re a demon.”

            Laughter went up in the car, and (Y/N) was happy to push all the thoughts out of their head. They knew who they were. They didn’t care about being anything more than themself. Why should they? They were just a teenager. That was hard enough.

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            (Y/N) sat in car next to Em. At the other window sat Noa, leaning over Olive’s shoulder as she drove. Leon sat in the front seat with Marcel on their lap. (Six people + five seat car = illegal sitting).

            “So, shopping trip?” said Noa.

            “Yep! I want to buy some new dresses for summer,” said Olive. She grinned. “I love sundresses.”

            “Can we go to the bookstore?” asked Leon.

            “Duh, of course,” said Olive.

            “I want to walk through TJ Maxx or HomeGoods!” chirped Marcel.

            “I love those places. It has everything,” said Noa.

            “You do not need more mugs,” teased Em.

            “There are new Hello Kitty themed mugs. I need those,” said Noa.

            “Sure you do,” said (Y/N) with a laugh, rolling their eyes.

            “Well what do you want to buy? More fabric as always?” said Noa playfully. They knew (Y/N)’s habits well.

            “You can never have enough,” said (Y/N) primly. “But for your information, I just want to get some clothes for summer like Olive. No idea what, though.”

            “I’ll go looking with you,” said Em.

            “We can split up after the bookstore to find what we need, then,” said Olive. “Noa, want to come with me? We already know Marcel and Leon are going to be a couple and go around the mall together.”

            “You’re just jealous,” said Marcel. Leon smiled.

            “Oh, yeah, jealous that you two are the ones who have share a seat with someone,” said Noa, rolling their eyes with a laugh as they pulled into the mall.

            “I’m fine not being cramped,” laughed (Y/N).

            “I don’t mind,” said Leon, hugging Marcel from behind, and Marcel blushed.

            Em snickered.

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            “Alright, has everyone who bought books paid?” said (Y/N), checking on the group as they stepped outside of the bookstore.

            Leon, Em, and Noa nodded and held up their bags.

            “Okay, then I’m going to go browse stores with Em. We’ll catch up with you guys in…two hours?” suggested (Y/N).

            “We’ll text if we want to meet up earlier,” said Olive, grabbing Noa by the hand and dragging them away.

            “Have fun,” said Marcel.

            “We’ll see you later,” said Leon.

            Soon enough, it was just (Y/N) and Em walking side-by-side through the mall.

            “So, what type of clothes do we want to find?” asked Em.

            “I need some new shirts and shorts,” said (Y/N). “And I don’t have the time to make everything from scratch right now, so if I can find some good pieces, that’ll be enough. I can adjust them if needed.”

            Em nodded in understanding. “I’m looking for a couple tops and skirts. Let’s just see what different stores have to offer.”

            They wandered into the first store they found and began looking through what was on sale (clearance first. Always).

            “So, do you think Chloe and Lucifer are finally going to get together?” asked Em as they went.

            “I mean, I’d be happy for them, but I don’t like to think about my dad dating.” (Y/N) made a face. “Ew.”

            “I’ve been here long enough to know that humans date and it’s normal,” teased Em.

            “Yeah, but that’s my dad,” said (Y/N).

            “How do you think he feels about the idea of you dating?” said Em.

            “Someone would have to ask me out for that to even be a possible situation,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “And until my life calms down a bit again, I don’t know how good I’d be for someone else.”

            “I’m sure someone who really cared about you would understand,” said Em.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I hope so.”

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[bunting27]

handcrafted ✏︎ m. bunting

a/n: when this thought came to me i did not intend for it to be 13 pages of michael bunting being michael bunting, but here we are.

summary: y/n is ridiculously stubborn. michael is ridiculously convincing (and enamoured).

warnings: language, michael does not know what a boundary is at all, financial struggles 

wc: 6.1k 

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it had been a long day. longer than she was anticipating, and admittedly longer than she could handle. she was at the salon from nine to one because one of her clients absolutely could not wait one more day for their highlights, and then she had a shift at the cafe from one-thirty to eight thirty. last but not least, because it was a saturday (and because the owner was a lazy bitch), she would probably have to stay late and do payroll. 

she was tripping over herself trying to get work done in every area of the back, because whoever had made the schedule put an untrained newbie at the grill, then the customers were bitching at her cashier every minute, plus she was supposed to be on coffees. truly, whatever it would take for them to have more than three employees working on a saturday evening, she’d probably do it. 

when it finally slowed down, she started pumping syrup into a cup for herself, but was tapped on the shoulder before she could brew anything. when she turned, she saw that her cashier was sniffling and staring at the ground. 

“shit, i’ve got it, go for your fifteen” y/n walked over to the counter and was met with an incredibly angry elderly woman, so she perched herself up on the counter with her arm. 

“what seems to be the problem” she didn’t have the energy to smile at the lady, so she bit the inside of her cheek, staring her down and praying that patty didn’t come out of the office anytime soon. 

“your cashier is a sinner. this used to be a god-fearing, christian establishment and now look at the place! i can’t even get a coffee these days,” y/n raised her eyebrow, staring the woman in the eye in complete silence before she fixed her posture and crossed her arms. 

sucking her teeth, she nodded and finally opened her mouth. “if you could take your head out of your ass for five minutes and order your god damned coffee without thinking about the sexual orientation or political affiliation of your cashier, then you’d be able to get a coffee just fine, actually.” the woman scoffed, muttering something about taking her business elsewhere, and then she walked out. 

y/n smirked to herself and then redirected her attention to the man in front of her, who was sporting a close lipped grin. 

“okay, cool! what can i get for you?” she raised an eyebrow, signing into the computer. 

“what’s the sandwich special today?” she pursed her lips, looking into the back where her cook was timidly poking the hash brown that was on the grill, and she sighed. 

“i’m pretty sure our cook got processed into payroll twelve hours ago, so you’re getting a grilled cheese, and probably not a great one, either” he smiled, taking out his card and nodding fondly at her. 

“alright, a grilled cheese and a boston cream, then” she nodded, slightly unnerved by his energy, and incredibly unnerved at how nice he was being to her. she grabbed the donut from the tray and slid it into a paper bag, handing it to him and activating the pin pad. she nodded at him to go ahead and pay so he did, dropping a fifty in the tip jar as well.

“wh- can i get your name for the sandwich? it’ll be just a minute” she probably should have done the right thing, which was to inform him that he definitely slipped the wrong bill into the jar, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

“michael” 

when his sandwich was done, she helped the cook wrap it up and she handed it to him, watching as he made his way over to a chair and sat, pulling out his phone and typing away as he ate his grilled cheese.

she sighed to herself, continuing to make her coffee from earlier and then taking a gulp when it was finished. she started some of the closing duties, hoping to get a headstart so she could somewhat train the cook, and so that she could send her cashier home at eight rather than eight thirty.

while she was sweeping, she would occasionally look around to see if any customers had come in, and she quickly took note of the guy staring at her, grilled cheese and donut long gone. 

eventually, she became sick of it, so she looked right into his eyes, giving him a ‘what gives’ look of annoyance. 

“i’d tell you to take a picture but that would be really fucking creepy” he raised his hands in defence, taking his phone back out and continuing to type. she shook her head, rolling her eyes and then grabbing the dust pan.

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It was finally her day off, and she was more than thrilled to finally be able to take a walk with her dog, and just relax for an entire day. an entire day where she didn’t have to deal with horrendously behaved customers or someone bitching at her because she couldn’t get decades of red dye out of their hair in one session. 

she walked into the dog park and made sure she closed the gate tight before taking the leash off her dog and letting him roam free. it hardly took any time at all before he had found another dog to play with, and she could sit on the bench and wait peacefully until all of his energy was exhausted. 

her moment of peace was short lived when she heard someone behind her. 

“they’re getting along well” she looked over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow when she was met with the same man that had given her a hefty tip at work just a few days before. 

“what are you, stalking me?” he smiled and sat next to her, shrugging his shoulders. 

“moved to this side of town recently, trying out new places” she avoided his stare, keeping her concentration centred on the two dogs that were now chasing each other around the large patch of grass. she knew if she looked at him the guilt would just eat her up more than it already was

it was quiet for a while. he stayed staring at her while she kept her arms crossed and her eyes trained on anything but him. finally she looked over at him, huffing and pulling her phone out. he was hopeful that he would get her number, or maybe he would put his in her phone, but was left confused when she peeled the case off the back of her phone and pulled out a neatly folded fifty dollar bill. 

“what’s this?” he made no move to take it from her, eyebrows furrowed and hands kept still in is jacket pockets. 

“it’s yours. you left the wrong bill, couldn’t bring myself to spend it” he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slowly. 

“no, that’s what i meant to leave” she clenched her jaw, huffing and looking over to see that her dog was well spent and on his back over at the water bowls. she shoved the bill into his chest and quickly made her way to the hook she left her leash on, calling the dog over. 

he jogged over to her, trying to offer the money back to her and she ignored him, focusing on getting her dog into his leash. “keep it, i want you to have it” she shook her head, eyeing him before opening the gate and ushering her dog through it. 

“i’m not taking your money, screw off” 

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for the next two days she had shifts at the salon, so it had been a while since she’d seen the cafe. as soon as she walked in, though, the staff was eyeing her. 

she raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes to herself and making her way over to her locker. she pinned her name tag to her chest and pulled back her hair, sighing quietly. 

“y/n?” she turned to see the cashier from the other night, holding a perfectly folded fifty dollar bill. her lips parted, hands dropping from her hair as she stared at it. 

“is he here right now?” the girl shook her head, and y/n just gaped at her hand in disbelief. what was he getting at? was he trying to impress her? was it a pity thing? either way, she wasn’t a fan, and she definitely was not impressed. 

“split it with jace, i don’t want it” the girl hesitated, clueing in that y/n knew exactly who had given her the money, and that she was starting to get annoyed. 

“uh, he gave us each one, too. complimented jace’s grilled cheese… are you guys dating?” y/n froze, staring down at the girl with an extremely unimpressed look. 

“if i could fire you right now, i would. you ever say some shit like that again and i’ll tell patty you asked for more cash shifts” she grabbed the fifty from the girl’s hand and slipped it back behind her phone case, shooing her away and going back to pulling her hair from her face. 

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he was nervous, which is something he could say was new to him, especially when it came to dating. the idea of marrying into an nhl salary had made his pool of options larger than it needed to be, but he had a feeling that she wouldn’t be convinced with money.

when he walked into the cafe, she immediately made eye contact with him, and she was certainly not pleased to see him. before he could think about how to go about this, something he admittedly should have planned before going into the place, she was dragging him back out by the arm 

“what is your deal, michael?” he blinked slowly, opting to just hand her the contents in his hand rather than say anything.

she didn’t even look before trying to hand the box back to him, shaking her head. 

“stop trying to give me shit, it’s really weird” she deadpanned, walking away and back towards the shop. he groaned, quickly sliding in front of her to keep her from going into the store. 

“open it” he handed her the box again and she rolled her eyes, roughly taking it from his hands and popping the lid off it. she stared inside, her interest piqued but she was still annoyed. 

“are you trying to ask me on a date right now?” he shrugged, pulling her back to the side so they weren’t in front of the door. 

“look at the jersey” she glared at him, not really in the mood to hold off on her rejection so she could get on with her day. nonetheless she shoved the box back towards him, having him hold it while she unfolded the jersey. 

she raised an eyebrow at the large number 58 as well as the name ‘bunting’ on the back of it, folding it back up and placing it back in the box. 

“you got me a random dudes jersey?” he grinned at her, making her back away and glare at him, confused and irritated. 

“it’s my jersey” she cracked a smile, trying to hold back the laugh that was dying to come out of her. she failed, though, chuckling slightly at what he was insinuating 

“you’re kidding” he shook his head, still cheery and almost too excited to pull out his phone and google himself. 

she stared at the image of him next to the various hockey statistics she truly could not give less of a shit about, eventually letting her eyes stray to his face, then back to the phone, again and again. 

“i want you to come to my game” his voice brought her out of her daze and immediately she looked repulsed. 

“absolutely not” the noise he let out was almost a whine, and the look he got because of it was scolding and disgusted, so he sighed. 

“come on, y/n/n, just one game and i’ll stop bugging you” she contemplated, glaring down at the date on the ticket and knowing full well it landed on a day she wouldn’t be working. 

“if you win you can keep coming to the cafe. if you lose? fuck off and do not come back. but i’m not wearing your jersey and you do not get to call me y/n/n” he glanced down to see which team they’d be playing and he liked his odds, so he nodded, smiling wide at her. 

“deal, now can i get a grilled cheese? preferably one with melted cheese, this time” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the piece of paper from the box and making her way inside and behind the counter. 

she grabbed one of the grilled cheeses waiting to be picked up and walked back over to him, pushing it into his chest. 

“this is to go. now get lost” he was still smiling wide, eyes bright and teeth on full display. he knew she only agreed to go knowing there was a chance it would get him to finally leave her alone, but he was still so unreasonably giddy at the fact that she’d get to see him play. 

she, on the other hand, was the opposite of excited, and she was almost wishing she got sick before wednesday. especially when she went into ticketmaster to see where she’d be sitting and her seat number was tucked right behind the home penatly box. 

✏︎

the first thing he did when he got onto the ice for warmups was look for her, immediately spotting her in her seat, looking annoyed. she wasn’t wearing a jersey, but instead a navy blue hoodie and a backwards baseball cap with the leafs logo on it. he grinned to himself, starting to bounce against the boards like he usually did, catching a glimpse of her staring at him like he was an idiot. 

auston was the first to notice him staring at her, then it was mitch and willy simultaneously. they grouped together, quietly asking if any of them knew who she was. none of them did, but they all took note of the fact that she looked like she desperately wanted to go home, so they at least knew she wasn’t a fan.

will and mitch looked at each other, then at auston, before spitting out their mouthguards and going ‘not it’ while staring auston right in the face. he groaned, tilting his head back in annoyance as he glided over to michael, who was still keeping a close eye on her.

“who’s she?” michael jumped slightly, having been completely unaware that auston was behind him, and unaware that he had been lost in thought staring at her. he blinked, recuperating from the embarrassment and also trying to come up with a better answer than ‘i have a pathetic crush on a manager at that cafe on dundas’

“she, uh,” he stuttered, clearing his throat and pausing. “she works at a cafe nearby. i tried to tip her fifty and she shoved it in my chest and told me to fuck off” auston raised an eyebrow, chuckling at michael and shaking his head. 

“doesn’t look like you’ve grown on her much. she looks pissed,” michael nodded and pursed his lips, taking a puck from the ice and tossing it up and down with his stick. 

“oh, no. she’s repulsed by me. i’ll get there, though”

✏︎

it was the third period and y/n was wishing she’d checked the statistics of the team the leafs were playing before she had made her deal. the leafs were up 5-2 and michael had two goals. currently, he was running his mouth to a random player on the opposing team who was just about ready to drop his gloves.

michael wore a huge grin the whole time, and the referee pulled him away with both arms before he could even think to swing. he settled into the penalty box like it was his home, immediately looking back to look at y/n who was immensely unimpressed. 

he looked to the kid who was sitting next to her and gestured as if to ask if he had a marker, and then he caught it from over the glass. he grabbed a skate rag and she watched as he scribbled onto it, opening her hands when he tied it into a ball and tossed it over, wearing a proud smirk.

she unraveled it, rolling her eyes at the phone number that was etched onto it. she looked up at him, raising an eyebrow and he took his gloves back off, making a phone with his hand and bringing it up to his ear while mouthing ‘call me’

she had to admit that the way he went about it was impressive, but she was still not a fan of him, his sport, his personality, or the fact that he had taken such an interest in her. she didn’t understand, and she didn't want the attention and speculation that would come with being seen with him.

even before she knew that this was his job, she could not possibly find more pros than cons of being associated with someone who had enough money to tip fifty dollars at a small cafe. she was perfectly content taking care of herself, and all he would do is fuck up her life if she got at all comfortable with him and then he screwed her over. on top of that, he was endlessly annoying and far too cocky for her liking.

she sighed, shoving the skate rag in her hoodie pocket and shrugging before mouthing ‘suck a dick’

✏︎

the game was over and y/n was contemplating every life decision she had ever made as she looked at the score board to see it was 6-2 for the leafs. she hated it all more when michael was pronounced the first star of the game and he took a lap, a big smile on his face while he looked at her. 

she rolled her eyes as he left the ice and then she turned to leave, but was met by a security guard blocking her aisle. 

“miss y/n?” she made a face as if to say ‘duh’ and the guy motioned for her to follow him. she grumbled slightly, following him through halls and into ‘employees only’ doors with a look of confusion. when he stopped walking, he told her to sit and she did, taking her phone out and scrolling through it until someone was sat next to her.

she looked over to see michael, with a big grin and a dishevelled suit on. 

“hey” she glared at him, huffing and looking to the other side.

“hi.” she saw more players come out of the room and one of them waved at her, raising an eyebrow. he made his way over and she looked back over at michael, whining.

“when will this night end” the guy smiled and stuck his hand out, and she ignored him. michael shook his head slightly with a chuckle, looking at her with the most enamoured look auston had ever seen.

“you’re pathetic, bunts. i’m auston” she saluted sarcastically, getting up and looking down at michael. 

“i’m going home now” in seconds he was up to stop her, walking down the hallway with her even though she had no idea where she was going. she felt his hand on the small of her back, redirecting her to the exit and she slapped his arm away, glaring at him. 

“come home with me, or at least let me give you a ride” she scoffed, was he really that stupid? what could she have possibly done to have given him any impression that she would want to go home with him? hell, she didn't even act like she tolerated him. inside, she was begging him to stop trying, to leave her alone. 

but she was smart enough to know that he wouldn’t, because nothing he had done as of yet pointed in the direction of him giving up on her.

“what can i do to get you to leave me the fuck alone? seriosuly what is it that’s making you think i want anything to do with you” she was whispering angrily. she wasn’t that much of a bitch that she’d scold him loudly in front of a hallway full of reporters and his teammates, but she was getting extremely impatient with him. 

“i like you” he was looking her in the eye and it told her that he meant it but it was also the most intimidating thing she’d ever had to look at. if she was being honest, this was the first time anyone had shown any interest in her beyond just wanting to fuck her. 

most of the time those guys didn’t even want to fuck her, either. they just wanted to prove that they could fuck her. it had been years since she let anyone in like that and she’d be damned if she broke her walls down for a rich boy who thinks he can get whatever he wants by tossing money at her.

“i could infer” he just kept looking at her, hoping that she would at least agree to let him drive her home, especially at this time of night. If he was lucky, she would see that his intentions were good and she would stay with him. 

she eventually clenched her jaw, sighing and gesturing vaguely in front of her. 

“fine, show me the way, jackass” he ignored the nickname and responded with a soft smile, starting to walk to the parking lot the players parked in. she followed close behind him, eyes widening when they approached a cadillac and he opened the passenger door for her to get in. maybe she was a tad impressed.

“to yours?” she chewed at the inside of her cheek and cracked her knuckles with anxiety, looking over at him quickly before she spoke. 

“i’ll go to yours. but i’m staying in a separate room and you need to take me to mine first cause i work tomorrow and i need a change of clothes” he nodded, smiling at her and he wouldn’t let it out, cause he knew it would piss her off, but he was so excited to finally get to know her.

he pulled over by her apartment and watched her get out. she had been silent since agreeing to stay at his condo, and he was expecting it, but it was still awkward. it took a few minutes before she was back out, now with a bag of clothes. 

he drove off, trying his best to focus on the road rather than her.

“why do you like me? i didn’t do anything” he chuckled, eyeing her now that he was stopped at a light. 

“you say it like i’m punishing you” she looked over at him with a look that told him she essentially saw his behaviour as a punishment and he nodded, still smiling like his mouth was stuck that way. 

“as much as you would absolutely never admit it, you’re a caring person. and you’re beautiful and funny, and you hate me which just immediately means you’re my type.” she glared at him 

“that was revolting. i shouldn’t have asked” she crossed her arms and looked back out the window as the light turned green, preferring the silence that was previously thick in the air of his car. 

“what? me saying you’re beautiful?” she acted like she was shuddering in disgust, but when the streetlights would shine on her face, he saw the light blush covering her cheeks. 

nobody had ever called her beautiful before, at least not in this context or in that disgustingly sweet tone, and she couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it.

it felt like an eternity before they were at his condo, and he was guiding her over to the elevator to get to his floor. apparently many people in downtown toronto were having late nights, because the elevator was packed and her back was pressed to his chest.

he wanted to lean into it, wrap an arm around her and nestle his nose into her hair. but she wanted to push him off and settle for leaning against a stranger. 

he let his thoughts control his actions, hand securing itself on her hip under the sweater she’d been wearing and chin resting on her head. she grabbed his hand, pulling it from her and dropping it. she let him keep his head on top of hers, though.

“you’re starting to warm up to me” she scoffed, shoving his face so that his chin slid off the top of her hair. he pouted, figuring he should’ve listened to the part of him that said to shut his mouth and enjoy her presence.

the elevator made an annoying dinging sound and she felt that same hand on her back, guiding her out. she slapped him again, turning back once they were out of the elevator to glare at him.

“stop touching, shit for brains” he giggled, unlocking his door and closing it behind her, then watching as she looked around. he thought she was adorable, walking around and looking at things like a shy little kid.

he grabbed her hand, turning her to face him and her eyes went wide for a split second before she shoved him away from her. the smirk on his face was cocky and she hated it, wanting to slap it off him. 

“sorry, sorry. c’mon, let’s watch a movie” she nodded, keeping an eye on his movements so that she could stop him if he tried to touch her again, and he noticed immediately. 

“y/n, relax, okay? i’m sorry for freaking you out” he sat down and she left a cushion of distance between them when choosing her own seat, deciding his apology was sincere enough for her to stay warranted he didn’t try anything again. 

he handed her the remote to the tv after getting into netflix, so she scrolled through it and putting on a movie she’d seen a million times. 

she knew the familiarity of it would comfort her and she wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally watching a horrendous movie on a night she already wasn’t exactly enjoying.

she cracked a smile when she clicked on it and the preview tab said ‘resume play’ with an almost completed red line, meaning he had already watched it. 

she went down to the ‘play from beginning’ button and pressed on it, pulling her knees to her chest and leaning her chin on them. half way through the movie, she had went from stiff and uncomfortable to slightly relaxed, laid on her side, and curled in on herself so she only took up a cushion and a half. 

her eyes were trying their hardest to stay open, but the time between blinks was slowly becoming shorter and shorter. it didn’t take long before she was sleeping peacefully on his couch cushion

he had been taking glances at her since the movie had started, so he’d seen it when she finally dozed off. he let her be, letting her rest until the movie was over and then he carefully shook her shoulder, mumbling her name to try and wake her up. 

she stirred and buried her face into her arm before opening her eyes, almost wishing he’d just let her sleep on the couch and in her jeans. 

“hi, princess” she groaned, tucking her face further into her arm and using the other one to swat at him. 

“i am not a princess, dickface”

✏︎

she woke up the next morning to a knock at the door. she didn’t want to admit it, but she’d had the best sleep of her life. his place was so much more quiet than hers, and the heat kicking on at night didn’t sound like a volcanic eruption. 

there were limited ambulances speeding by on the street outside of the window, and there weren’t any neighbours bashing each others skulls in for idiotic reasons. plus, the bed was unreasonably comfortable for a spare.

she mumbled incoherently to tell him she was awake, so he cracked the door open. his face softened completely when he saw that she was still half asleep, curled up into a ball and snuggled close into the bedding.

“what time are you working? i can bring you to the cafe” she shook her head, reaching over to find her phone in the sheets and squinting at the time. 

“not the cafe, my other job. at one” both of his eyebrows went up in surprise, and then he almost pouted. two jobs to live where he’d seen last night was horrible. 

he didn’t exactly have a lavish childhood, so he knew what it was like to struggle, but she didn’t even have any emotional support, either. he had his mom and his brother around until he made a name for himself.

he knew better than to say anything now, even if he desperately wanted to help her, she’d made it clear she didn’t need, or want, his help. 

“well, then we have time for breakfast. i’ll get doordash” she glared at him through glossy, half closed eyes and shook her head. 

“stop spending money on me” he acted like he thought about it and then grinned at her.

“hm. no!” he pulled his phone out and tossed it onto the bed, letting her pick what restaurant she wanted and what meal to get. 

she scrolled through the breakfast tab before stumbling upon a small business that made fancy crepes and she clicked on it, ordering the first thing that she thought looked appetizing. 

he ordered his own crepe, approaching her by the bed. 

“why won’t you let me help you when you need two jobs to live?” she groaned, rolling her eyes at him and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“can i use the shower?” it was his turn to roll his eyes. he blocked her from leaving the room, crossing his arms. she scoffed, shoving him away and wandering his condo looking for a full bathroom. 

“fuck, can you answer my question? any other person would jump at this opportunity, what’s different with you? i don’t get it” she shoved both hands into her hair, groaning in annoyance and finally turning to look at him. 

“i jump at this ‘opportunity’ as you call it and all it does is make it ten times easier for my life to go to shit. i don’t need your help. especially not financially” she was yelling, sick of his persistence and trying everything he could to convince her that she should let him in.

he just stared at her, looking like a lost puppy. “but you have it” is all he said, head tilting slightly. 

“if you want to help me plant a fucking garden or something, go ahead. but i’m not taking your money. cause the second i get comfortable with a pro sports salary? any sense of self sufficiency i have is gone and if that ends? i’m so totally fucked” 

he paused, the reason she was being so cagey with him finally sinking in. she didn’t trust that he’d stick around. nonetheless, he took it as a challenge.

he wanted to prove to her that he wouldn’t leave her to fend for herself, that he had no interest in leaving her at all, actually. he’d gain her trust if it was the last thing he did.

✏︎

he dropped her off at the door of the salon and then, without telling her, parked and followed her in. he walked in just in time for a blonde little boy to run into her arms and for her to pick him up and set him on her hip.

“hey, baby. what’re you doing here?” she looked over at one of her co workers with a worried look and he watched with a small smile, admiring how natural she looked with the boy in her arms.

“jennie’s out sick again?” the other woman nodded, rolling her eyes and wiping her hands of hair dye with a black hand towel and setting a timer. 

“yep. mags is covering for clients that want it. needs the extra money.” y/n frowned, squishing the boys cheek softly. he, however, was too busy gaping at michael to notice. michael waved slightly, taking note of the maple leafs toque he was wearing.

y/n took notice of the boy staring at the door, and turned around. 

“what are you doing? go home” she set the boy down but he tugged at her arm and pouted up at her.  

“y/n/n it’s bunting from the leafs, don’t be mean” she grinned slightly and kneeled down to his level, pulling his hat off and grabbing a marker from the counter nearby. 

“you wanna go say hi?” he hid behind her, shaking his head. 

“it’s okay, baby. i’ll go with you, c’mon” she held her hand out for him and he grabbed it, walking over to him with his face shoved into the lower half of her thigh. 

“hi, buddy” michael tried to ignore the unyielding urge to kiss her and say ‘i knew it’ cause here she was glaring into his soul with a little boy clung to her and she was being a sweetheart.

she cared about this kid, and she was worried for her co worker and she was ignoring her apparent hate for him for this kid. 

“i can hear the gears in your head going haywire and they need to quit it immediately” and there it was. 

michael sighed, kneeling down and greeting the boy with a cheesy grin. 

“you want me to sign that for you?” the boy nodded and handed him the hat and marker, literally jumping for joy. as soon as the hat was signed, he ran off to show his mom and the two were left alone, y/n glaring daggers into michael’s eyes as soon as the boy was out of sight. 

“you can go home now,” he leaned over the register and smiled at her like he was just a random guy, greeting her for the first time. 

“i need a trim. you got time right now?” she gave him an award winning customer service smile and nodded sarcastically, walking over to her station. 

he sat, watching her attentively through the mirror as she grabbed the cape from her cubby and laid it over him. 

she stared into his eyes as she tugged the cape around his neck, buttoning it as tight as possible, ignoring his cough of resistance. 

“too tight?” he nodded slightly, murmuring a breathy ‘yeah’, and exhaling sharply as she pulled the button off. she apologized with a blatantly fake tone and draped him properly, getting started on the haircut. 

when it was done she ran her fingers through it, doing a half solid job at ignoring his love struck eyes when she looked into the mirror to ask how he liked it. all he could do was nod and lean into her touch, to which she glared at him and pulled away.

he got up awkwardly and she lead him to the register, putting in his total on the card machine and handing it to him.

his eyes shifted from her to the machine a few times, and when the receipt came out and the cash register popped open for her tip, she choked on her spit. 

five thousand dollars. 

she dragged him out by the hand and shook her head at him once they were out of the building. “you need to learn boundaries. jesus christ, you can’t just-“ she wanted to scream at him but finally, he’d shocked her enough that she didn’t know if she could scold him for it.

it felt selfish, but if she kept the tip her savings for a home would be immediately doubled and she wouldn’t have to be so stressed about getting sick and needing to call off for a day or two. exactly what she was afraid of. she didn’t want to, couldn’t depend on him like that.

he took her silence as an opportunity to push his nose next to hers, cradle the back of her head and kiss her, gentle but firm. he couldn’t ignore his heart jumping out of his chest when she kissed back.

“let me take you on a date. dinner, maybe? tonight once you’re off” she bit her lip, looking up at him.

“boring. let’s go to dave & busters. eight.” he grinned, giving her a peck on the forehead.

“now get lost before one of my co workers sees you’ve got five grand to waste and gets you to knock her up for child support” he giggled, pulling away from her and starting his car.

“jealous?” she scoffed and walked back into the salon, grabbing the receipt and tucking it into her pocket, planning on talking to the owner privately about the money she’s owed. 

“that boy looks at you like you handcrafted the earth” mags commented, smiling.

[15-lizards]

please do more gender swaps omg how fucked up do u think the greyjoys would get. personally i just know fem aerons slay would be lethal

A bunch of fem Greyjoys in a heightened masculine culture I want to chew on this (also I know they’re diff races but we can just pretend they’re half sisters)

Bellona Greyjoy might be the worst but she’s also suffered more than jesus. Like she’s literally the eldest of nine daughters on the brutally aggressive and hyper masculine iron islands she’s allowed to be a little crazy. Had to develop a very blunt, abrasive, stubborn personality from an early age just to keep her head above the water. Did everything the men did and did it all at an earlier age, just to prove herself a capable heir. Fighting, sailing, and reaping were all learned very quickly. She took the Seastone chair after her father died during the rebellion, and managed to keep most dissent at bay. To please her vassals and to fuel her own pride, she had the islands return to the Old Way, shunning the reforms her father had made. This let her believe that Roberts rule was unstable and the kingdoms were ripe for the picking, leading to her own rebellion. Even after two children die and another is taken hostage she decides it’s a good idea to do it all over again nine years later. Leave her alone she’s mentally fractured.

Don’t say you like crazy women if you can’t handle Eydis Greyjoy. She never had to try as hard as Bellona, she just knew that she commanded power, fear, and respect without even trying (which means she’s especially insane). She commanded her own ships during Roberts Rebellion, but afterwards, there was quite a bit of trouble with her and one of Victaria’s husbands, leading to her banishment by Bellona, who never had much affection for her to begin with. She has since then been exploring and pillaging all of the known world with her loyal men on the Silence, claiming she has seen an experienced more than any other explorer ever could. After her elder sisters mysterious death (which coincides with her mysterious arrival) Eydis stands for the Kingsmoot, claiming she is the better choice than any of her sisters or nieces. The islanders, seeing her more as a bold and cunning man instead of a woman, they choose her for their king.

Victaria took a leaf out of Eydis’ book and became a respected soldier and captain without much effort due to her aggressive and brash character, but she lacks the cunning and wits of her elder sister. As dumb as she is, she is still a fearsome warrior, unafraid of death and even respecting her enemies who die with bravery. She follows Bellona without question, believing in the greatness of her elder sister. However she doesn’t have the same reverence for Eydis, hating how her sister would poke fun at her “womanly genius” in front of her own men. (There’s a lot of internalized misogyny going on on these islands if you couldn’t tell). All three of her husbands have died in and the only child she had was stillborn. She has salt wives of her own, but when Eydis seduced her third husband, she nearly killed her sister but she was banished instead due to Victaria’s fear of the sin of kinslaying. Her husband, however, was killed by Victaria herself, enraged that he allowed another woman to have him.

Aerona was once a wild, brash girl like the rest of her sisters. She enjoyed to drink and dance and juggle and jape, to flirt with her fathers men, to ride horses wildly, and to sail on treacherous waters. Her sisters often called her a better fit as the kings court jester. However, during her sisters rebellion, her ship was capsized and she nearly drowned of the coast of Fair Isle, washing ashore and being taken prisoner by the Lannisters. This near death changed her, becoming an ascetic, cold, hard young woman, taking up the mantle of a priestess of the drowned god. She spends her time preaching the path of her god, spurning any behavior which she doesn’t consider pious. Despite the iron islanders general lack of respect for women, she is widely revered for her priesthood and men often come to her asking for her blessings. She seems to enjoy none of her sisters, but is especially fearful of Eydis, running away when she comes back from exile

(Ignore the modern clothes I just wanted the face claim) (also yes I’m using the same pic from my other fem theon face claim but I just like it so much) Bonus Asha and Thea. Cocky asshole hostage Thea who wants to be the son her mother raised her and her sisters to be, but Bellona despises her for forgetting the old ways and assimilating to the starks. Doubly stings because she treats Asha like a proper son and heir but not her. Does everything for mommy’s approval and ends up a shell of her former shelf :/ causal Iron Islander Tuesday

[magnus-fierro]

FIRST TUMBLR POST WOOHOOO

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CW: Identity crisis, terrible singing by a sword.

₊˚ෆ Identity

A fierrochase oneshot ₊˚ෆ

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 1 ⋆⁺₊⋆

Alex’s head was buzzing. The thoughts were on loop. I’m not real. I’m not real. What am I? Am I even human? Why can’t i decide one form to be in? Do i even have a favorite color anymore? This had been happening for a while. Alex Fierro, the child of Loki, a shapeshifter, was questioning what he was.

Of course, he could ask for help. He had his boyfriend, Magnus. That absolute living sunshine of a man. But he didn’t want to seem weak, or vulnerable. Everyone saw Alex as the tough, stubborn, unwavering, sassy warrior of floor 19. He can’t be weak.

So he hid away from everyone. All his friends, his lover, even his sister Samirah. He screamed into pillows and sobbed into his sleeves, asking himself over and over, ‘Who am I? What am I? Why can’t i figure it out?!’, and hating himself every time. Normally, his meltdowns were quiet enough. But not today.

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 2 ⋆⁺₊⋆

I was just taking a stroll with my magic sword—did i say magic? i meant magic, talking, TERRIBLY OFF KEY singing, sword. Named jack. Who flirted with Percy jackson’s sword. YES, YES WE ALL KNOW PERCY JACKSON BUT THIS ISNT ABOUT HIM. And of course, Alex had been acting like his blocked off, emotionally challenged self. It was so routine by then it’s not even funny.

But lately, it’d been worse. He didn’t even sleep in my room anymore, which was routine just as much as him changing to a her. And that was often. So, being my nosy self, I knocked on his door. And knocked. and knocked again. And again. That’s not normal. Normally he tells me to go away if i knock more than twice.

“Alex? Are you okay?” No response. “Alex?” No response. “I have food?” No response. That’s when i knew something was really wrong. Alex always opened the door for food. “Jack. Break the door.”

God i shouldn’t have told him to. I should’ve just grabbed him and broken it down myself. Why, you may ask? He started singing wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus. In a terrible a-minor that would make that one greek god mad. Annabeth told me about it. Good thing jack is a sword.

Once the door was broken down, jack skedaddled. Because of course he did. I looked around, but Alex wasn’t near her bed, at her pottery station, or climbing the tree in the middle of her room.

⋆⁺₊⋆ CHAPTER ☀︎ 3 ⋆⁺₊⋆

When i tell you i panicked so hard, i mean it. Because the second i realized Alex wasn’t in the main part of her room, i heard crying and mumbling from the bathroom. Loki must be messing with her, I thought. Trying to drive her insane. I won’t let that happen. So, in true Einerjar fashion, I broke the handle off the door.

But i saw something i never would’ve expected. Alex was genuinely breaking down. And the mumbling? She was asking herself a question most Einerjar don’t bother with anymore. “What am i? what am i? what am i? what am i?”

My first instinct was to power of Frey it, but i don’t think that works on identity crisis’. So, i did the next best thing. I sat down on the ground with Alex and pulled her close. “Alex. Breathe. Try to breathe, okay?” I think i snapped her out of it just enough to stop hyperventilating, because her breathing slowed. She was still mumbling, but she was at least a bit steadier.

“I don’t know what i am..” she said softly. I could barely hear her. “M-Maggy..what am I..? Was i ever really human..?”

I took her face in my hands, her face cold from being covered in tears. “You, Alex Fierro, are the most kickass, amazing, strong, independent, intelligent, gorgeous being in the nine worlds.” I kissed her head gently, intertwining my fingers with hers. “And no matter what form you take, you’re mine, and I love you.”

She smiled and squeezed my hand. “You are such a dork, beantown.” she said in a cracked but happier voice. “I’m staying in your room tonight, Mainly because you and your sword broke my doors.”

“Fine by me, beautiful”

short as Lokis leash with the gods but you know

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FIN

[whorekneecentral]

imagine gr overstimulating you and him teasing you about ittt :)

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bye this has been in my inbox for almost a month -- sorry babe! 

george was sweet, there was no denying that but he was still a cocky bastard. 

your boyfriend was on a high, he had just won his first race + he won the sprint race on Saturday so he was on cloud nine. hence the need to keep you wrapped up in the sheets with him until god know when. 

your legs felt like jello and george kept going, “just one more,” he'd tell you, sweet-talking his way into whatever he wanted. the man had you wrapped around his finger and you just let him.

george was between your legs, the slightest of touches had you squirming and whimpering.

“oh,” he coos, “can’t take its sweetheart?” 

“I thought you could handle it, what happened to being my good girl?” 

“stay still, just one more darling.” 

[starlessskies94]

Consequence (Joel Miller x OC)

Summary: What if Joel survived his injuries from the Abby and Fireflies attack but ends up with really bad amnesia. He can’t remember his wife, Ellie, or the Outbreak; only before. How will his family bring back the man they once knew?

Pairing: Joel Miller x OC

Notes:I apologise its been so long since my last chapter, for some reason was struggling to get this one right but I'm satisfied with what I've ended up with...I personally think the first half of this is stronger than the second but now we can move onto the really juicy bits of the story and work our way towards the ending!! Hope you enjoy!! Please like and review!! <3

Chapter Twenty Nine

The building was empty as they forced their way inside. The roof had caved in, leaving the elements to claim back whatever it wanted. The floor was water damaged and rotten. The walls were green with damp moss and vines that engulfed any mark of man-made structures. And flowers had even started to bloom along the old stands that once held witnesses to face the injustices in the old world. Joel found there was a cruel sense of irony that even over two decades later there were still souls who thought injustices needed to be punished…only in this world they’d take on the role of judge, jury and executioner all on their own. Himself included. He didn’t know how to feel about the fact that Ellie seemed to be taking on those roles herself now…and it was because of him.

He watched with bated breath as she made her way ahead of him, kicking at the loose debris in her frustration of finding the building empty. “They’re not here! Fuck!” She hissed angrily. “Easy kiddo, we'll find her. Maybe Jesse and Tommy are havin' better luck, their side of town.” He attempted to reassure her... and himself if he was being honest. He already blamed himself for Ada getting captured in the first place. Those bastards had been searching for him and took Ada to use as bait. And now Ellie was hurting because they’d taken her mother.

They stood in the silence for a moment as Ellie looked around for any indication that the WLF had been here but found only debris and old shadows of a world long dead. Maybe now was the time to try with her… try to gauge what she was thinking…

“Ellie…” he tried but she quickly brushed it off as she fought through the broken building searching for supplies both of them knew weren’t there. She was avoiding him. Again. And Joel tried to ignore the dull sting of hurt he felt from it. “Ellie…” He tried again but he heard her slamming her way through the back room before storming out again. “Stupid…fucking door…nothing worth taking…stupid fucking roof and fucking water…god…damn it!” She slammed and kicked, throwing rocks at the cracked glass. Joel rushed to her side to hold her, comfort her. “Hey…hey...Ellie…easy okay…just…” He whispered in an attempt to soothe her. But felt his heart break when she pushed him away. “No! Fucking…don’t Joel! Just don’t…” He backed off hands held in surrender as he tried to tread carefully here. He didn't want a repeat of what happened when he and Ada had told her the truth back in Utah, he didn’t think could handle it again.

So instead he gave her space to breath, as she leaned back against one of the stands. Her hands shaking as tears rain down her face. And it killed him that he couldn’t hug her. Tell her that everything would be okay. He stood frozen in place as he watched her break down. Her sobs echoed in the empty space between them. Joel took a step forward and tentatively moved to sit beside her. “Ellie…” he uttered. “It's okay…just talk to me…”

She sniffled against the tears as she wiped at her eyes harshly, leaving them red and bloodshot. “I can’t…” She croaked brokenly. “Why not?” He asked.

“Because you fucking died Joel!” She sobbed and he felt his whole body turn cold at her words. He supposed he had. Even if it was just for a little while. And even when he’d woken up, he’d been a different person. He guessed to her and Ada their Joel had died. He sat beside her and said nothing. What could he say?

He glanced across at her as she stared at the floor, her hands still shaking, tears still escaping her eyes. “You fucking died and now you’re here and it’s like I’m talking to a ghost. It fucking haunts me.” She whispered, her nails picking at the skin of her thumbs until they bled. Joel resisted the urge to reach over and take ahold of her hands to stop her from doing it. She’d always fidgeted when she was stressed or upset. To the point he’d had to put bandages around her hands because she’d made them bleed so badly when they’d first arrived in Jackson. She’d been terrified that she wouldn’t fit in or that she wouldn't make any friends. He and Ada had done what they could to make sure she was settling in okay. But mostly she’d kept to herself.

He listened as she sighed and finally found the courage to look him in the eye. And Joel almost broke down himself when he saw just how red and sore her eyes were. “I was angry for so long… but when you came home I was a stranger to you and it seemed so fucking stupid to be mad at you for something you couldn’t even remember doing…I guess I’m just tired Joel…I’m so fucking tired.” She breathed softly as she slid down what was left of the stand and sat on the bench. It creaked slightly under her weight as she lifted her legs up and tucked her knees under her chin.

She looked so small. And he was tired of not being able to comfort her, he moved to take a seat beside her again. Nudging her side gently with his knee as she turned to look at him with those big green eyes, welling up with tears again. In the end he caves, reaching out for her and pulling her close in an embrace to comfort her.

“Oh baby girl…I don’t regret savin' your life. I will never regret that. But I’m sorry I took that choice away from you…I just wanted to keep you safe.” It's the best he can give and he hopes it's enough. Hopes it's enough to bring her back. Because he means every single word. Just like he did that night on the porch.

‘If somehow the Lord gave me a second chance at that moment... I would do it all over again.’ There is no doubt. Not even a speck of doubt in his heart. He hears her hiccup another sob but this time she doesn’t scream, she doesn’t pull away. She listens and so with his eyes squeezed shut, he takes a breath and knows he can’t lie to her again.

And so… he tells the truth.

“You wanted your life to mean somethin'…whose to say it doesn’t? Now? To me and your mom? And Dina…Jesse and Tommy…You may not have saved the world baby girl but you saved us. You saved me…”

“What do you mean?” She utters as she lifts her head to stare at him. And he knows he’s said too much now. There’s no going back. He has to tell her. As he does the guilt pulls at him when he realizes that he couldn’t even bring himself to tell Ada or Tommy.

“I wanted to end it…” he finally confessed. “When I got my memories back…I knew I needed to finish this once and for all. I was ready… I was gonna walk right in there and give myself up, I was headin' to Texas you know? I was gonna say my last goodbyes to Sarah and then that was it.” He feels her turn rigid in his arms as he speaks. But he tugs a little and rests his chin on her head and his heart warms at the sensation of her snuggling a little closer into his frame. “But then I found your mom and I knew I couldn't go through with it. I wasn’t ready to die…not yet. I remembered you tellin' me to get up…to fight back. It took me a while but…I’m listenin' now…I’m doin' it.”

She doesn’t speak after he finishes. Instead he feels her wrap her arms around his middle and hug him as she sobs into his jacket. He cradles the back of her head like he did when she was younger, like he did the day he found her after she killed David. And slowly he rocks her back and forth. He lets her cry, lets her break down. Because he can tell she’s been bottling it up for so long to protect everyone else. She may be older but deep down, Joel knows she is still only a kid. Only nineteen years old. And she will always be his baby girl no matter how old she is.

“I’m sorry…” She sniffles, its quiet. Barely there as she muffles the words into his jacket where she’s hidden her face in his chest. But Joel still hears her. And when he does he immediately pulls back and cups her cheeks. His callous thumbs wiping away the leftover tears that fall. “Hey now… don’t you ever apologize to me. You have nothin' to be sorry for.. you hear me? You had every right to hate me…”

“I don’t…I could never…” She hiccups again as she shakes her head. Gasping for air as she tries to fight away another sob that takes her breath away. Almost like she’s fighting to say the words. But she's determined to win.

“You’re…you’re my dad. And I could never hate you.” Joel smiles through his own tears that water in his eyes. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head as he hugs her again. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this second chance with her but he knows he won’t waste it. He stands and dries his eyes as he composes himself as he reaches out to help Ellie to her feet.

This time she gladly accepts his help.

“Come on kiddo.. let’s head back hopefully Dina’s got some more intel over that radio.”

She smiles and nods as they both make their way out the broken building together.

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By the time they made it out; night had already fallen. Jesse followed Tommy as they made their way through towards the town hall. They’d decided to keep their flashlights off while they made their way through. Having already noticed some patrols moving through the streets; either on foot or driving around across the broken roads. Keeping to the shadows, Tommy kept on guard as he led the way.

“So how’d you get past Maria?” He whispered without turning to face Jesse. The young man breathed a laugh through his nose as he smirked.

“I didn't, she told me to go.” He explained quietly. “Was worried about you guys, you'd been gone too long.”

Tommy internally groaned at the implication in Jesse’s voice. He knew he'd been gone longer than he’d promised but they hadn’t expected it would take so long to find Joel and now they had, things seemed to be spiralling out of control. Tommy knew they wouldn’t rest until they’d either killed Joel or they wiped them all out. Either way he tried to spin it, he didn’t see things ending well.

“Yeah I bet that’s gone over well with her…” he muttered lowly, but Jesse just smiled kindly, nudging the man to stop for a moment as Tommy turned to look at him.

“She’s worried. Mostly about you. A little pissed that you’ve been gone so long though. But she gets it…I think.” he said the words gently, knowing that the older man was already feeling guilty. He appreciated Jesse trying to be considerate. He’d always liked the boy, he was a good friend to Ellie. And was always one of the first to volunteer for anything the town needed doing. Whether it was covering people’s patrols or helping with supply runs, nothing was too big or too much effort for him and Tommy found he quite admired the boy’s kind heart. He reminded him of himself when he was younger. Before the military and the fireflies had gotten their clutches into him and tried turning him into something he wasn’t. He was grateful that Jackson was a place where Jesse wouldn’t ever have to go through that. He’d been raised well. And he knew when Dina was ready to tell him; he was certain he’d step up and be a damned good father too.

“We’ve been through worse.” Tommy replied with a sigh. They had. He just hoped this time wouldn’t be the last. “However, as I was passing through a ritzy part of town back in Salt Lake City, I came across this necklace. It sparkles a lot. I think it’s real gold.”

Jesse smirked as he continued to follow the older man.

“You think it’s real gold?” He asked sceptically.

“Oh, it’s real gold.”

“Let's see it.”

“I know what real gold looks like.” Tommy chuckled as they continued through towards the town center.

“If it’s legit, can we say it’s from all of us?” Jesse asked with a muffled chuckle as Tommy rolled his eyes at the young man beside him. “Ha! Find your own damn bribes.” he retorted. He heard Jesse breath a laugh through his nose as the two slowed to a halt as they took cover behind an old car, its frame broken and half-burned. The street was busy with WLF soldiers though Tommy didn’t recognize any of them.

They waited and watched as the patrols made their way passed. A whole group of them moved through towards the riverside where old water pipes had burst, reshaping the old downtown subway into a new water system. A few men seemed to be preparing a boat while others moved supplies to the truck before continuing further down what remained of the streets. Tommy watched with narrowed eyes as a very familiar face emerged from a side street. The braid hanging down her back gave her away instantly. Abby. She walked along beside a soldier towards the makeshift dock as she helped load the last of the supplies before climbing in, starting the engine and speeding off down the river. Tommy felt his blood run cold at the possibility of her getting away. He couldn’t allow it. Not when he was so close. There was another boat tied to the dock; if he moved now, he could just about make it and still have a chance of catching her up. But as he moved to stand; a hand harshly pulled him back.

“Hold it! Tommy, look it’s the town hall…” Jesse hissed in a low whispered shout, Tommy glanced at where he was pointing, the building was large but seemed to only be guarded by a skeleton crew this late at night. Looking back at the dock, he knew he had to make a choice.

“No, we're taking that boat.” He said sternly. The younger man blanched at his words as he looked at him in earnest. “But you heard them right? They’re talking about Ada…” He knew he was referring to the message they’d heard over the radio. And while it was possible they were talking about Ada, Tommy knew she’d be grateful to him taking the chance to track down Joel’s would be- killer. He shook his head defiantly as he shrugged slightly. “We don’t know that.” He uttered. “Who else is it going to be?!” Jesse challenged in return but Tommy was losing his patience and he didn’t have time to argue while Abby was getting further away. And more importantly, towards somewhere Tommy couldn’t track.

“Ada can take care of herself, she’s already taken out one of their guys. Abby is who we’re after…if we just follow-” “...What if she’s in trouble? We don’t know what they're doing to her…” Jesse interrupted as he shook his head, huffing in frustration but the older man couldn’t find it in himself to care. They were wasting time! And Tommy needed to move now, if he had any chance to catch her up. Ada would understand that. Of course she would. Wouldn’t she? Would Joel?

“She’ll be fine.” Tommy decided. “They wont hurt her while they’re trying to get ahold of Joel. And Abby is behind all of this. We take her out, then this is over. This is our chance.”

“Jesus Christ.” The younger man swore as looked at Tommy with disappointment in his eyes, but he knew he wouldn’t see it from his side. He hadn’t been there that day. Hadn’t seen the hatred in her eyes as she’d beaten his brother to within an inch of his life. Left barely breathing and a shell of his former self. Tommy still felt the pain in his ribs from being held down as they tortured Joel. Even now it still haunted him. And there was no way in hell Tommy was just going to let her walk away.

“The best way to help Ada and Joel is to go after Abby.” He tried as he looked at Jesse with a pleading stare; hoping that he’d relent and agree to come with him. But he saw the determination his Jesse’s eyes that reflected back at him. It was the same look he’d seen in Ellie’s when they’d first learned of Joel’s disappearance. He realized in that moment that Jesse wasn’t doing this for himself. He was doing it for his loyalty to Ellie and his respect for Ada. There was no getting him to change his mind.

“I really hope you get her…” Jesse uttered with a kind smile before he took off towards the direction of the town hall. Tommy nodded in respect for the boy’s resolve as he watched him go before taking off in the opposite direction; as he headed towards the last boat that was left docked. He didn’t know it would be the last time he would ever see Jesse alive.     

[milksakex]

New Narinder Headcanons

So I played around in the Relics DLC and I gotta say, wow. So anyway, have some headcanons while I work on the damned comic.

_ NARINDER_

Goes by He/They/It

He’s a bi-disaster

Uses his tail to stim 

Before everything, he, Lashy and Shamura were close. 

His scythe was a gift from Kalamar and he adored it. 

He was kinda an asshole

One day though, he got tired of the same old things happening and wanted to try something new, something controversial 

So he made the Resurrection Ritual and that set everything in motion 

His siblings feared this and they couldn’t understand why he was so a okay with it

It caused them to shun him and make him do things he didnt want to do without realizing

Photosensitive and cannot handle bright things. The void was the hell of hells 

Narinders attacks towards his family were calculated and directed to what they loved most

He attacked Shamuras mind because he knew they loved to read and plan various things, Heket loved to sing so what better to take from her than her voice. Kalamar loved to listen to his followers voices when they praised him but now he can’t hear and Leshy loved to find and collect shiny things to give his siblings so it’s best to take his eyes

Nari wasn't unaffected by this of course, throughout the years during his imprisonment, it drove him further off the edge and made him mad with anger. 

It didn’t help that the chains holding him were so tight and filled with divine energy it burned the flesh off his arms

His first day in imprisonment he told his cult to kill anyone that wasn't part of the red crowns faith. 

When that didn’t work he forced his siblings undead followers to try and kill them after 200 years. 

And when that didn’t work he sat and cried. 

About 300 years into his imprisonment he started tasking people with his crown to make cults in his name and kill any of his siblings followers

When it hit 400 years, he met his first host and gave them the crown to create a cult in his name and kill the Four Bishops

This failed many times with the vessels either being too weak, lazy or overcoming with power and thinking themselves a god. 

When it hit 800 years,he finally calmed down enough to actually make a proper plan. 

He didn't even know about Foranus 

When the twins popped up in his domain, he was quite startled. Despite him being death itself he was never pleased when young children died.

Out of pity he took the twins under his wing, teaching them various spells, curses and helping them perfect their physical abilities. He bent and shaped them to his will. He didn't want to make them mirrors of himself, but he didn't want them to have to much individuality.

Though with them keeping him busy, it did lessen his anger. Only a little.

He put them through unspeakable pain in his name. He made them fight each other and harm innocents till he thought them worthy of veils.  He gifted them both with the power of Nine Lives.

He doesn't regret it. 

Children or not, pain is necessary for gain.

After the Lamb kicked his ass, he was forced to think about what he’s done.

He misses his siblings and wishes they were still around.

He knows he has to tell Foranus what’s happened to her kits eventually. 

He doesn't the twins that much. He’s annoyed with them, disappointed even. 

How dare they call themselves attendants of Death and be beaten by a 3-foot-tall lamb? 

He has trouble lifting things after chains were wrapped around his arms for years. He refuses to get help. 

The Lamb helps anyway.  

When the Lamb brought the twins back he promptly told them to never speak with him and go explore or something.

His relic is Narinders Arms, he doesn’t know where it is 

Does eventually end up in a relationship with the Lamb. A healthy one. 

Is called: Lord Narinder, The Old Death, and The Lambs Pet by cult members. But is called Darling and Love by the Lamb