#but once i finish house it will definitely be because i hate myself and think i deserve watching wilson (redacted)

[girl-bateman]

I have been informed that House md “isn’t good for me” after being caught ugly crying to a House/Wilson mitski edit and my official recommendation is that I should watch family guy instead in order to preserve my mental health. 

[minnillea]

OVERNIGHT STAY (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

Wrote more for Keegan enemies to lovers style bc, yes. (5k words)

CW: MDNI!, explicit content ahead, NSFW, smut, soft dom Keegan (really sweet), sub fem reader, play fighting, love bites, overstimulation, nipple play, pet names, creampie, fingering, edging, unholy amount of teasing, basically really hot and heavy make out session, and aftercare<3

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The sky was gloomy, and the wind dragged all types of scrap as you stood in the middle of no man’s land while Keegan and you bickered back and forth like usual.

“You should have let me drive.” He growls at you as he throws you a condescending look.

“Your driving is awful! Every time you take the wheel, I get some sort of near-death experience!” You snap back, returning his energy.

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be stuck here if it wasn’t because of your stupidity.” He says with a cocky smirk visible under his mask before both of you are interrupted.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Elias barks at both of you, clearly done with your antics. “I'm tired of this bullshit between you too!” He finishes inspecting the vehicle before sighing. “I’m sleeping in this thing….or what’s left of it. You two can go check that decrepit cabin over there; I don’t care where you dumbasses sleep. I don’t want to hear anything from you two!”Elias leers at both of you with irritation before speaking with an intimidating snarl. “You two better start getting along, or I’ll make your lives hell! Now get out of my sight; they’ll pick us up by the morning.” Elias walks away, leaving both of you in complete silence.

Keegan glares at you before he takes in a sharp breath and walks the other way.

You look around at the barren wasteland for a moment before you scoff and trail behind him into the little structure. He pushes the door, and the rusted hinges give away immediately.

“This is all your fault; I hope you are aware of that.” Keegan groans as you step into the cabin and set a little lamp on a nightstand.

You huff before speaking in a mocking tone. “Don’t blame me just because you have no self-control.”

“And you take things way too far,” Keegan snaps back. “You always think you’re right."

You noticed the passage of time reflected in the small house, and it makes you wonder where the past inhabitants could be or if they survived.

“I’m not full of myself, unlike you.” You say raising a brow.

"Oh yeah, and you're an angel?" Keegan says sarcastically. “All that flirting with the commander and Hesh, like you're all that.”

“That’s not flirting- ” You scoff offended, he’s clearly trying to get under your skin.

“Whatever you say, princess.” Keegan crosses his arms over his chest and scowls at you. “There's only one bed, and I’m definitely sleeping on it, so you better keep your distance.”

You look at him with disdain as you shake the sheets and prep the bed.

Keegan goes to the foot of the bed and takes his backpack off, throwing it onto a chair in the corner. He then plops down on the bed and puts his hands behind his head.

You sigh before you go to change into something you can sleep in. Since no one is supposed to be around here, you figured you'd get comfortable. “Unbelievable, this is so dumb. Elias could have let one of us sleep in the vehicle, and that way no one suffers more than necessary.” You mumble under your breath.

"Yeah, I agree with you for once. It's awful. He probably wants to make us miserable and get back at us…or he really thinks he can force us to get along." Keegan rolls onto his side, facing away from you but keeping a guarded eye. He takes off his gear and shirt and throws them on the chair too. “You know, if you would stop running your mouth for five seconds, we wouldn't hate each other so much.”

Keegan was the type of person to only speak when necessary, but for some reason he was always eager to piss you off.

“For someone so quiet, you really can’t help yourself around me, huh? I’m just defending myself from your little attacks.” You spat back as you finished putting on some shorts and a comfy top.

“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me, sweetheart.” He says in a mocking manner before chuckling with arrogance.

You roll your eyes with a sigh in response as you set your bag down before turning around. “………. don’t tell me you sleep shirtless.”

“Why? You don't like it?” Keegan chuckles lightly, then turns his upper body to face you. “You're one to talk; you aren’t wearing anything underneath that. I can tell.” Keegan lifts an eyebrow at you, smirking a little under the mask.

You cover yourself with your hands, embarrassed, as you look away to avoid meeting his icy eyes. “That’s because sleeping with a bra is uncomfortable!”

“And what about bras during the day time?” He teases. Keegan rolls over to face the other way. A small smirk plays at the corners of his mouth; he’s waiting for a reaction.

Your face contorts. “You little—I sometimes forget to put it back on, okay! Why are you even looking there in the first place?!”

Keegan laughs loudly and rolls over to look at you again. “Come on, you do it on purpose.” He sits up in bed and leans over so he’s eye-level with you. His eyebrow raises suggestively as he looks you up and down.

You throw the shirt you were wearing a second ago at his face to block his view. “I don’t jackass.” You say with irritation and embarrassment present in your tone.

“I bet you don't, princess.” Keegan chuckles once more. He lets the shirt hit his face with a stoic look before he rolls his eyes and pushes it away. Keegan stretches out across the bed, spreading out his arms and legs for a second before removing his mask. “Are you ready to sleep, or are you going to nag me all night long?”

“I’d like to torture you all night, but I need sleep too.” You say unamused as you hop on your side of the bed and turn off the lamp.

Keegan looks at you with a smirk. He watches you climb into bed for a moment before he finally turns back to face the other way and lays down.

"Good, I hope you have nightmares," he says as he closes his eyes and rolls over onto his stomach. Keegan doesn't speak or move again, but his breathing is somewhat shallow and rapid.

“How sweet of you~ ” You mock, rolling your eyes and hugging onto a pillow.

Keegan remains silent for several minutes until he finally groans and turns onto his back. He stretches like a cat, groaning all the while, and then he places a hand on the side of his head.

Keegan lifts his head and sits up to look at you, but he doesn't say anything. He just stares down at you with those piercing blue eyes of his.

You open an eye and try to ignore how good he looks right now, the moonlight coming through the window letting you see him perfectly. “What? You wanna fight?” You say in a mocking tone.

Keegan grins at you before kicking off the blankets and launching himself onto you. “Yeah, I do wanna fight, and I'll win, too.” The muscles on his arms and chest flex as he leans forward and tackles you to the bed to pin you down.

“Hey! Hmph!” You yelp in surprise as you try to fight back. Funnily enough, it’s not the first time you guys engage in play fighting out of spite, but this time he really caught you off guard.

“Give up” Keegan says, his voice low and teasing. He holds you below him, trapping you between his body and the bed. It's impossible to move. Keegan uses his hands to hold your arms down at your sides. He smirks and leans down closer to your face. “C'mon, surrender.”

You scoff before sticking out your tongue in defiance.

Keegan laughs and leans closer so that your faces are only a couple inches apart. He stares into your eyes deeply. “That's not going to help you; you are so childish.” He looks at you with a smirk. His eyes searching into yours. “What's the matter...can't handle me?” He mocks you as you struggle; you can feel his breath on your face.

Your cheeks grow hot as you glare at him. “You are a jerk!”

Keegan smiles and moves his face close enough so that your noses are almost touching. “I'm the jerk, huh?” He speaks with his husky voice as he stares you down. He holds that position for just a moment before he leans in and presses his lips against yours. He pulls you into a tight, passionate kiss.

Your eyes widen as you yelp softly.

Keegan continues to kiss you deeply, running his hands over your body. The feeling of your skin is intoxicating.

You feel yourself melting into him. His touch is unlike anything you've ever felt before.

Keegan breaks the kiss for a while but doesn't move away. Your mouth and his collide for a moment longer before he pulls away. His chest heaves with each breath.

You're both breathless.

You look up at him with doe eyes and slightly parted lips, speechless.

Keegan looks down at you with a mischievous smile. He runs a hand through his luscious hair before he speaks in a sultry tone. “You know, you're not as feisty as I thought. One kiss, and you turned into mush.”

You glower at him in response as you speak between your teeth. “You play so dirty.”

Keegan grins. “You can't tell me you don't like it," he says in a low whisper. "I can feel you trembling in excitement."

You look up at him coyly before looking away by turning your head to the side, embarrassed, and shutting your eyes in the process.

Keegan leans over and takes your chin, forcing you to look at him again. Those beautiful hunter eyes of his bore into yours. “Come on, look at me.”

He leans in towards your face again, and you see his eyes slowly close. Then your mouths come together again in another hot, heavy kiss. Keegan's hand reaches into the back of your hair as you moan softly. He grips at it and pulls you closer to his lips without inflicting any pain. Your tongues play together as Keegan takes control of the kiss and explores all over your mouth. He keeps his hold on you as he slowly pushes his knee more in between your tangled legs. He deepens the kiss even further, holding you close as his breath becomes raspy and he groans softly.

The sensation is overwhelming.

You place one of your hands on his shoulder as the other slithers its way up to be pressed up against his chest. You let little noises out, getting lost in it all as you no longer even remember why you were both arguing.

Keegan keeps kissing you for several more minutes before finally pulling back again. He looks at you, breathing somewhat heavily, before he speaks with a growl. “God, I want you. I can't wait another second." Keegan doesn't wait for a reply. He pulls you closer and rolls you over, so you get on all fours before he hovers on top of you.

You turn your head to look at him with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.

Keegan lowers himself down onto you and pushes his body against yours, making your back arch and your chest get squished against the bed. He pins your arms down on the bed. Keegan can feel every inch of your soft body. He kisses down your neck and slowly starts working his way down as he holds your body tightly against his.

You groan slightly in response as he bites your neck abruptly. “D-dammit Keegan…”

Keegan kisses your bare shoulders and down the curve of your spine, making you shriver. He takes his time. Keegan grins at your protest, but he doesn't stop. He holds you tight against him as he slowly pulls your shirt upward, leaving your back exposed. He runs his hand lightly across your chest, making you moan softly. Keegan stops moving and keeps himself pressed against you. You can hear every breath he takes; his lips hover closely over your skin as he can feel you grow impatient. He then rests his head on your shoulder to speak softly beside your ear. “Just wait,” he whispers. “It's going to be worth it.” Keegan's hand moves down your body, and he grabs the waistband of your shorts. He starts to slowly pull them down your thighs, leaving them bunched around your knees and exposing your soft flesh. Keegan kisses up your bare back again as he playfully fondles your soft butt. He then proceeds to bite at the skin on your shoulder and then licks the spot with his tongue. You can feel him breathing against you as he continues kissing and biting your skin.

You turn your head again to get a better look at him.

Keegan leans down, and his mouth meets yours again, kissing you deeply.

You moan softly as you press your butt against him playfully, asking for more.

Keegan moves on top of you completely, his weight pressing down on your back. You can feel his excitement pressing against you.

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. His mouth moves back to your ear again, and he makes a soft sound. “Tell me what is it. What do you want? Tell me what you really want.” Keegan's voice is barely more than a whisper. His breath tickles your skin as you lie under him on the bed.

“I want you…” You say with a hint of desperation as you keep moving your hips to rub against him.

Keegan's breath catches in the back of his throat at your actions. His eyes dilate slightly before he presses his hips harder against you. He groans softly and kisses your neck again as he moves his hand to grab onto your breast. He starts to grind against you too, his hips pressing into yours.

You can feel a pool of arousal leaking from between your thighs as you can’t wait anymore.

Keegan sits back up on the bed, pulling his belt off, accompanied by a rustling sound, before throwing it away from him. His eyes flicker over your body, and his breathing quickens when he sees how wet you are. “Oh, would you look at that?” He says with amusement dripping off his sly tone. I could eat you up right now. He grins at you, his voice husky and full of desire. Keegan sees you trying to peek, so he flips you around so your back is against the bed before he throws your clothes to the side. He climbs between your legs. Your bare back is against the soft sheets. He leans down over you, his hands on either side of your body, with your legs spread open. His piercing gaze over your beautiful figure before meeting your eyes again.

The intensity of this moment unmistakably hangs in the air.

You bring your hands up to cover your chest shyly before biting into the nail of your thumb as your eyes trail down his body with curiosity. You also take the moment to carefully look at the tattoos on him.

Keegan glances at you, noticing the way you're looking at him. He smirks and runs his hand up your knee to your upper thigh. His fingers lightly glide across your bare skin. Keegan moves his hand towards your inner thigh as his eyes drop down to your soaking cunt. He slides his thumb as he presses onto your sensitive bud, agonizing slowly before he introduces two fingers together and gradually opens them teasingly as he takes a look at the dripping slick.

Your breath hitches as a result of his actions.

Keegan leans closer to you again, his body hovering over yours as he whispers lowly. "God, you're driving me insane.” He presses his lips onto yours hungrily.

You can feel the subtle way he toys with your sensitive clit as his other hand grabs onto your waist.

Keegan is breathing slowly and deeply. His hot breath brushes against your skin.

You can feel his fingertips making their way into you again with a squelch.

Keegan takes his sweet time touching you. You feel the warm and tight sensation of his fingers teasing your sweet spot. After a while, you are so close. It seems as if he is holding his breath and carefully studying you.

You yelp and tense up a little as you look at him with pleading eyes.

Then, suddenly, Keegan stops.

You whine out, frustrated at the loss of movement.

Keegan lifts himself up slightly and moves his fingers away from you and into his mouth, tasting your arousal with a breathy growl. He looks down at you and chuckles quietly before smiling. “So impatient. I guess I’m going to have to teach you how to wait…. I think you're more than ready.” He looks down at you. There's something in his eyes that you don't think you've ever seen before.

“It’s very late.” You mumble in your defense before being forced to shut up by him slowly pushing his aching cock into you.

He angles himself perfectly before his tongue slides into your mouth. Keegan presses into you until you're fully pinned with a hand holding your wrists over your head.

(“This asshole! I had a point.”) You think before your thoughts slowly fade away as you squirm and moan loudly into him.

Keegan keeps slowly moving into you; his movements slow and steady. It's almost as if he is savoring every single moment of this. As his tongue caresses yours, you feel his chest heaving, and your bodies are squished against each other. His hand is resting on your hip as the other goes to hold your chin up.

You close your eyes and give into the moment, allowing him to take over your body.

Keegan bottoms out and starts a steady but slow pace. His lips are still pressed against you as his tongue explores your mouth.

Keegan's other hand moves up your body, lightly caressing your skin in the way.

You have your eyes closed shut, and move your hands up to hold onto his shoulders with a muffled moan, digging your nails into them.

Keegan groans when you dig into his flesh as he kneads one of your breasts with a hand before rolling your sensitive perky nipple in between his fingers.

You can only sense him in this moment, his breath against your skin, the vibration of his groans, his touch. It's as if you're both drowning in your own intense need for one another.

He speeds up slightly, bringing his rhythm to the perfect pace. Your back arches beneath him, almost instinctively as you moan. Keegan kisses down your neck and moves his mouth down to your chest to suck on your other hard nipple. You can feel his hot breath as he continues kissing you, and his hand begins to make its way down your body.

You are quickly reduced to a moaning mess, and you tremble as your eyes start to tear up. Keegan chuckles when he hears the way in which you moan and then kisses your collarbone. His fingers meet your clit, and he quickly pinches it softly.

Keegan keeps kissing you deeply and relentlessly, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and his thumb rubs circles on your clit slowly.

You start to get very loud, which causes him to find a way to shush you just in case.

Keegan's other hand goes to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck and gently applying pressure. There's a certain intensity to it, but he's still tender with each touch. The way you are moaning and writhing below him is like a drug. Every sound you make sends a wave of pleasure throughout his body.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and it’s making him go crazy. Keegan's mouth leaves yours, and he starts to kiss down your chest. His tongue works every inch of the skin there. His hand releases the hold it has on your throat. He kisses from the center of your chest all the way down to your stomach. Keegan's breath is heavy, and he sounds almost as if he is in a daze. His fingers press into the skin of your hip, leaving marks, even though he is trying his best to be gentle.

The tears pool in your eyes as you look directly into his, too lost in pleasure.

Keegan looks down at you. Your hair is disheveled, and your lips are slightly red as he continues moving his hands all over your body. Every touch and every stroke of his fingers makes you shiver.

The look in Keegan's eyes is almost obsessive. He's drinking in every part of you.

“F-fuck.” You say overwhelmed by how full you feel, accompanied by a series of whimpers.

Keegan doesn't stop moving. His gaze is focused on your body as your tits bounce up and down.

You feel his warm breath on your skin as he bites your ear. He then leans down and kisses you deeply. You whine as your eyes roll back before they are shut tightly. You dig your nails into him hard enough to draw blood.

Keegan brings his hand up to hold you by your wrists again. Your arms rest on the bed, on top of your head, and your legs are still wrapped around him, squeezing him harder. He bites your shoulder softly in a playful way to get back at you, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers keep moving over your weak spots.

You pant heavily as you moan, completely dumbed down by this point.

Keegan presses his lips against your shoulder, where he bit you. Your body is still tightly pinned beneath him. Your skin under his touch is hot and sensitive by now. He moves one hand to your lips and lightly brushes them with his thumb. He notices your lips are trembling, and you can't get enough of his touch. Keegan looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. You feel as if you could lose yourself in those eyes right now.

You take his finger in between your lips and lewdly suck on it as he moves against your body. You can hear a low rumble in his throat as his breath quickens.

Keegan slowly starts to pick up the pace. His hand rests on your hip as the other softly tucks one of your nipples. His mouth meets yours again, his kiss growing more aggressive and he pushes more against you. His lips never leaving yours.

You squirm and moan loudly, feeling like you’ll lose your mind.

Keegan's kisses become more urgent and desperate.

You feel as if you're being drowned by stimulation.

Every touch, every kiss, and every breath coming from him is being picked up by you.

You can't think of anything else but him. You whine helplessly as you raise one of your hands and find a way to his, grabbing onto it tightly and interlocking your fingers with his. [I’m sorry this is so lewd] He growls and squeezes your hand in return. His mouth leaves yours, and he presses his lips against your neck before you feel his teeth just barely touching your skin.

You feel overwhelmed, as your senses are totally flooded.

Keegan's other hand still has a hold of your hip, his fingers pressing against it tightly.

You yelp and squeeze around him tighter, feeling like you are about to snap. “Hah! K-Keegan! I’m- “

Keegan chuckles as he presses his teeth harder onto your neck, holding you by your hip against him as he thrusts into you.

You can’t help it, and you quickly come undone with a whine, dragging him over the edge as well.

Keegan’s body jerks forward slightly as he lets out a breathy grunt and hot strings of cum spurt inside of you. “Goddammit”

You shake violently and wail out as he finishes riding his high with a couple of thrusts while your face contorts in pleasure.

His hand is still intertwined with yours tightly. Keegan exhales sharply as his body relaxes; his breathing is heavy and agitated. He gives you a quick peck on the forehead before slowly moving to sit up. He takes a really good look at your beautiful, fucked out form for a second before he gently wipes some of your tears away with his hand. His eyes seem so different and tender now. “You were so loud.” He mocks you with a smirk.

You pant heavily with a pouty face as you tremble slightly. “What? You t-think Elias could have heard?” You say breathlessly, almost giggling.

Keegan chuckles, his eyes calm, as he makes sure you are okay. He playfully rubs his thumb on your waist and moves his lips to meet yours yet again in a sweet, tender kiss before pulling back. “Good question. Hmmm~ I guess we'll find out when the sun is up. But for now, I think we should sleep. We're going on a mission soon, so we need our rest.” Keegan leans back again. He's using one arm to hold himself up, and the other arm is wrapping around your waist, his fingers slowly rubbing across your skin before he pulls out to scoop you up and roll onto his back.

You catch your breath as you melt into his arms comfortably before speaking softly in a playful tone. “I don’t think this is what Elias had in mind when he told us to get along.”

Keegan grins as you can feel his comforting heartbeat from there. “But in the end, I'd say we got along just fine. A little too much, maybe." He chuckles lowly.

He's patting your head tenderly and soothing you to sleep. Keegan is still pressed close to you, his chest rising and falling with every breath. His eyes slowly roam around the room for a moment, scanning it, before settling back down on your already sleeping form.

Eventually, he closes his eyes as well, and his body relaxes with his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug.

It’s really early in the morning, and he wakes up first. You were now facing down, nuzzling his chest.

Keegan opens his eyes and looks down at you, his lips curled up in a smirk. He caresses your hair with his hand before speaking with that husky voice of his. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Keegan rubs his thumb on your cheek gently to wake you up as he speaks to you softly. “You need to wake up soon. We gotta leave this place, remember?”

Your eyes slowly flutter open, and you look up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Morning, darlin’. " He keeps rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Get up before Elias comes in here and sees you like this.” He mocks.

You groan softly, wanting to sleep a little more, but you end up slowly sitting up with your hair looking puffy as you try to keep your eyes open.

Keegan chuckles and gently taps your chin with his finger to keep you awake. He looks over at you as you sit up. Keegan is still lying down and still has his arm around you.

“We don't have much time. We should head out now before Elias comes in here and chews us out.”Keegan's eyes look over your body, and he sees the love marks over your bare shoulders and neck as you are partially wrapped by the sheets. “And also, you might want to put some clothes on.” He raised a brow.

You quickly grow embarrassed as you realize you are naked and try to cover yourself better.

Keegan hands you your bag with clothes and chuckles in a playful tone. “Don't worry, I've seen it all.” He then turns to get himself geared up and give you space.

You pout at him before sliding into your uniform and fixing your hair. After you hop out of bed to be met by your wobbly legs.

He's putting on his belt when you get up, and he shakes his head playfully once he sees you wobbling. “What’s all that about?” He raises a brow again.

“Nothing….” You say putting on your shoes shyly.

“Don't you give me that. You almost fell over a second ago.” He laughs and finishes putting on his gear.

“I just tripped over something.” You blatantly lie before tying your boots.

“Oh really? What did you trip over?” Keegan is just teasing you a bit as he finishes putting on his helmet and fixing his mask. He stands up in front of you, searching for his shoes.

“…..your shoe” You lie again as you stand up and try to stretch to ease the aching you are feeling.

He chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Are you all good to walk?” He asks as he grabs your shoulder briefly.

“Of course, I just tripped on a shoe.” You say defensively as you stand up straight.

“A shoe, right…” Keegan raises a brow in curiosity, and his eyes glance downward. His gaze quickly darts back up to your face.

“You forgot your bra.” He smirks slightly under the mask.

You had forgotten to put your bra on since you were feeling so sleepy.

You turn away, embarrassed, before removing your shirt and putting the bra around you as you try to clasp it from behind. You were out of it. “Ugh, of course I did.” You mumble under your breath.

He laughs softly and moves behind you. “Let me help. There, much better.” He pats your shoulder playfully. “Now let's go before Elias thinks we murdered each other during the night.”

You nod, put your shirt back on, and grab your things before giving him a warm smile and stepping out into the wasteland.

Keegan is a few steps behind you as he puts his rifle in place, but he keeps looking over at you repeatedly to make sure that you aren't tripping for any reason.

You see Elias sitting by the broken vehicle as he barks orders into his mic.

Shortly after he is done, he looks up at both of you walking towards him. “Oh, great, you guys didn’t behead each other last night; this is progress; I was about to drag your asses in here.”

Keegan chuckles and throws you a playful side glance. “It was a close one, though,” he says with a smirk visible under his mask. Elias rolls his eyes before your ride arrives.

[vivwritesfics]

This'll Be The Day That I Die

Chapter One - John B's Cousin

JJ didn't think he'd ever see her again. It had been ten years since she left and he'd never stopped hating her for leaving. When she returns he wants nothing to do with her, not until somebody else wants her. That somebody else just so happens to be Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank X Reader, somewhat Rafe Cameron X Reader

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Okay so i watched season one when it first came out, never finished season two, but I'm back on my JJ shit with a... series (fuck i can't stop myself from starting series shit)

Chapter Two

When the twinkie pulled up to the Château, something wasn't right. The door was open and laundry was hanging outside to dry. It certainly wasn't the way the Pogues left it.

Pressing his finger to his lips, John B. climbed out of the van. He helped Sarah out and quietly pushed the door shut, while JJ, Kiara and Pope did the same in the back.

They had no kind of weapon, nothing to defend themselves if there really was an attacker. So, John B. did the one thing he could think of and grabbed a rather large stick.

He walked into his own house, defensively standing in front of his friends. He held his finger to his lips once again as they all walked forward.

There were footsteps. John B. raised the stick, ready to swing.

But, he didn't need to swing it. Not when he saw the person who had broken into his house. Well, did it count as breaking in if they had a key of their own? "Y/N?" He called, dropping the stick.

His cousin stood in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards and taken a note of everything they had. Or, rather, everything they needed. She whipped herself around and placed her notebook on the kitchen counter. "John!" She called and walked towards him. "Where the hell is my dad?" She asked and opened her arms.

But John B. was still in some amount of shock. He hadn't seen his cousin in, well, years. Just seven years ago she'd left the Outer Banks to live with her mother after her parents had split up. "What're you doing here?" He asked, still unable to process it.

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders. But her smile wasn't all there, wasn't quite as wide as John B. expected to see. "Doesn't matter," she mumbled. "Have you seen my dad anywhere?" She asked.

"He, uh, left," John B. answered honestly.

For a second, she was still. The chateau was where she'd been living before she left with her mother, with John B. and his father. They'd been a little family unit back then. She must've known about John B's fathers disappearance, which is why she wasn't asking.

The chateau wasn't the best place for four people to live. That was why she had left in the first place, because there just wasn't enough space for her. "I'm gonna set myself up in my dad's old room," she said and picked her bags up from the floor. "Maybe after you can introduce me to your friends?" She asked, mainly focusing on Sarah.

The other three behind him she recognised. Pope and JJ. Pope who was always one of the smartest people they knew, and JJ. It was hard to forget someone like JJ. He was the epitome of chaos, even when they were ten.

John B. nodded his head. That was usually JJ's room, but it was her home as much as John B's. So what was his was hers.

The room was a state. She didn't know when her father had left, or when big John had disappeared, but the room had definitely been lived in, and recently. She pulled the comforter back from the bed and let out something of a gasp.

"Why the fuck is there a cum stain on the bed?" She cried as she left the room, looking towards John B. and his friends.

JJ Maybank couldn't hide his smirk as he adjusted his hat on his head.

She made quick work of changing the bed, placing the dirtied sheets in the the hamper. When she went to unpack her things, there were already clothes in the drawers. They weren't her fathers, and they weren't big John's. A bunch of shirts with no sleeves.

She placed the unfamiliar clothes into a pile and unpacked her own things. It was easy work, there wasn't a lot that she had. But what she had have was nice, she wasn't exactly going to look like a Pogue.

When she left her room, it was like all of the Pogues were waiting around for her. They sat on the pull out sofa, some of them drinking, some of them sat waiting for her. Actually, JJ was drinking, the rest of them were waiting for her.

As uncomfortable was it was, she walked through to the kitchen and picked up her notebook once again. "I, uh, looked through the cupboards," she said to her cousin, but by the way all of the Pogues were looking at her, she definitely wasn't just speaking to him. "We need a fuckload of groceries. Do you think you can take me in the twinkie?"

"Can't you drive?" JJ piped up for the first time as he lifted his blunt to his lips.

Her eyes locked onto him, levelling him with a glare. "No, JJ. I can't drive," she spat back. "Besides, it's not my van."

"I can take you," Pope said suddenly. "It's no big deal."

She gave Pope a smile and shoved her notebook into the back pocket of her shirts. "Perfect," she said as JJ tossed Pope the keys.

They set out of the chateau, but she could still feel eyes on her. The place she had once known to be her home didn't feel very much like her home anymore.

"I'm surprised you remember us," said Pope as they pulled away from the chateau. "It's been, what, ten years?"

"Almost," she answered, leaning against the window. "I don't think I could properly remember living here without remembering you guys." She let out a breath, watching her old neighbourhood go past. "I don't know who the girl is, though."

Pope gave her a quick glance. "You don't remember Kie?"

She snorted and shook her head. "Not Kie," she mumbled, pulling her notebook from the back pocket of her shorts. "The other girl, who is she?"

"Oh, her. That's Sarah, Sarah Cameron," he answered.

But still, she frowned. "Is that name supposed to mean anything to me?"

Pope let out a laugh. "You don't remember the Cameron's? The richest people on the Island?" He asked and she shook her head. "How about her brother, Rafe?"

"The name rings a bell," she confessed. But still, she couldn't put a face to the name.

They pulled up to the store and she climbed out of the van. "Thanks," she said. "You don't have to come with me."

"I'll wait here," he said and pulled out his phone. But, as she walked away, Pope pushed open the door to the twinkie once more. "I feel so bad for saying this," he called. "But you might wanna get enough food for all of us. Or, at least you, John B. and JJ, since he practically lives there," he said.

She looked back down at her list and nodded her head. As she walked towards the store, she realised something. If JJ had been living in her room, then... that was his cum stain on the bed. A shiver ran down her spine.

***

"Yeah, I remember her," JJ answered as he made himself a sandwich. The bread was mouldy, but he didn't much care. What JJ remembered most was the day that she left, when she disappeared. But that wasn't what John B. had asked, so he kept it short.

She had been a Pogue through and through back then, but she'd changed. JJ hadn't recognised her, not until John B. had said her name. She wouldn't fit in with them, not now.

"She got out," John B. muttered as he stood beside him. "She left the island. Why did she come back?"

JJ shrugged his shoulders. He grabbed his mouldy sandwich, shoved it into his mouth and walked out to the porch. "Just ask her, man," he said and sat down, playing with the lighter he kept in his pockets.

JJ didn't about her. He didn't care about why she had left, didn't care why she was back. Why should be care about her when she was the one that had left?

He watched as the twinkie pulled up in front of the chateau. Pope parked up and she climbed out, sliding open the door to grab the brown paper bags from the back. Pope did the same, carrying the bags she couldn't carry.

"Groceries," she mumbled as she walked past JJ, into the house.

He didn't say anything. Did she really not remember what things were like before she left? Did she really not realise that he wasn't going to speak to her?

She walked past him and dumped her things on the kitchen counter. As soon as she did, John B. helped her to unpack everything, placing it into the cupboards.

As soon as they were done, John B. gave an awkward smile and patted his pockets. He looked around the chateau as she made herself something to eat. "Oh!" He said and strode across the chateau, to where Sarah was sitting. He grabbed a hold of his girlfriend and pulled her to her feet. "This is Sarah, my girlfriend," he said and Sarah sent her a polite wave.

She waved back as she made herself a not mouldy sandwich. The mouldy bread had been tossed in the bin (something that JJ would later protest, even though he really had no reason to).

"I think I'll turn in," she said awkwardly as she took her plate to her room. Kie and Sarah watched her. They tried not to wear the same judgemental expression, but it was the middle of the afternoon, far too early for her to be sleeping

But, as she walked past him, John B grabbed her arm. "Hey, you only just got here," he said and she desperately looked towards her bedroom. "Let us properly welcome you back to the Outer Banks," he said.

"What're you thinking?" She asked, somewhat exasperatedly.

That was where John B. smirked. "Kegger."

"Kegger?" She asked, with a frown.

He nodded. "Kegger."

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Bad Timing- Ruben Dias

WC: 3.4k My eyes opened slowly when I felt a hand gently rubbing my cheek and as I was coming to my senses a kiss was pressed to my nose which made me smile slightly. As my eyes adjusted I saw my lovely husband Ruben stood on my side of the bed ready to go to his training session. Since I entered the last few weeks of pregnancy this has been our routine as I have found it increasingly difficult to get out of bed. I was hoping we wouldn't need to be doing this for this long as my due date was nearly a week ago but here I am still very much pregnant and struggling with pretty much everything. 

"I'm sorry to wake you love but I need to leave in a minute and I didn't want to leave you here until I got back" Ruben said softly 

"It's ok I need to get up anyway my back is killing me" I said 

"I'm sorry amor let me help you get settled downstairs and maybe when I get back I can see what I can do to help you" he said 

"Thanks Rubes but it's ok I don't think there is anything you can do it's just pregnancy pain" I said 

He didn't say anything else instead he just helped me up and then down the stairs and to my usual spot on the sofa which has everything I need. Being the amazing husband he is Ruben filled up my water bottle for me and got me some breakfast before giving me one last kiss and heading out the house. I always hate when Ruben leaves but I know he has to go to training and I'm certainly not going to stop him unless I really have to. We were both hoping that the baby would be here by now as Ruben had a few days off not too long ago which would've been perfect timing but instead our little one wanted to wait until there is a long run of games. 

Usually once I get out of bed some of my back pain subsides but today it only seemed to be getting worse which made any way I tried to sit very uncomfortable. It seems that today everything hurts my back, my feet, my ribs just everything is sore which is a horrible feeling but it's only going to get worse when I actually go into labour. For the last week I have done nothing but sit on this sofa which has been driving me mad but I just can't do anything else no matter how much I try it's just too exhausting. 

After sitting down for a while I had to get up to use the bathroom which was difficult but I got myself up and to the bathroom eventually. As I was walking back I felt liquid gush down my legs which a few minutes ago I would've thought was something else but at this time it's very clear that my waters have just broken. At some point I knew this would happen but it still really shocked me and I didn't know what to do, do I call Ruben or do I wait as it could still be a long time before this baby arrives. Our hospital bag isn't even fully packed yet because we have had other things going on and it has just slipped my mind. There is so much to do but I can't do it all by myself or at least not all at once so I need to think clearly.

First I got changed as my clothes were wet and while I was upstairs I finished packing the hospital bag which made me feel a lot more relaxed. After I got back downstairs I cleaned the floor and then went to sit back down so I could grab my home and text Ruben. While doing other things I decided that just texting Ruben would be best that way he could decide what he wanted to do whenever he read the message and if I need him before he has chance to read it I can call someone at the training ground to go and get him. 

You: my waters have just broken. Don't feel like you need to come home it could be hours yet. Enjoy training x

It's not everyday you send a text saying you are in labour so I didn't really know what to say I just know I wanted to sound as calm as possible so I tried to not make it seem like a big deal even though it kind of is. 

As time progressed on I could start to feel proper contractions which were still very far apart but they were definitely more painful than I had anticipated. The first few I managed to breathe through on my own but then the pain almost started to accumulate and I was really struggling on my own. I thought of calling Ruben  a few times but I stopped myself as I knew he has to work and I'm not far enough into labour to bother him yet. As a compromise I decide to send a few more texts just in case he happens to glance at his phone as then he'll see a few messages from me and maybe he'll read them. 

You: what time does your training finish? 

You: please tell me you don't need to stay late today 

You: these contractions hurt more than I thought they would 

You: why did we decide to have a baby this is awful and it's not even nearly as bad as it will be 

Ruben's POV 

After leaving home this morning I haven't felt good about leaving y/n but I know she will be fine. If anything happens she will call me or get someone to tell me so I know I don't need to worry but it's difficult as any minute now she could go into labour and I want to be there when that happens. She keeps promising me that she will be fine on her own even when she first goes into labour but I don't want her to have to go through that on her own this is our baby and I want to be there for her the entire time. 

When I arrived at the training ground I had to do an interview first but I was running a bit late so I just dropped off all my things in the locker room and ran off to go to my interview. As soon as I got to the interview I realised I didn't have my phone but the interview wasn't supposed to be long and I was already late so I couldn't go back and get it for just incase. The interview actually ran over by quite a bit so I didn't have long until we actually started training so I had to run back to the locker room in order to be ready in time. 

"Hey mate I'm guessing your interview ran over" Jack said 

"Yeah it's partly my fault I was a bit late" I said 

"You might want to check your phone before we go out man it's been going crazy the last few minutes" John told me 

"Ok I'll check it in a second thanks" I replied 

I picked my phone up to see I had a few texts from y/n. As I read them one by one I could feel my eyes getting wider and my jaw dropping further. She's actually in labour and in pain and I'm not there to support her. I know she won't want me missing training but I need to be there for her especially when she says it's already more painful than she expected. I was in two minds as I know y/n will be mad if I come home early but I also think she needs me even if she won't admit it. There is also the fact that we have a lot of games coming up but honestly that doesn't really matter to me right now what matters is my wife and baby. 

"Is everything ok you look like you've just seen a ghost" John stated 

"Y/n's in labour I've got to go" I said gathering all my things which I shoved down earlier 

"I need to tell someone I'm going where are all the coaches" I spoke mostly to myself 

"Don't worry about that you go we will tell everyone they will understand just go be with y/n" Bernardo said 

"Thanks guys I guess I'll see you tomorrow" I said running out 

Ruben: I'm coming home I'll be there soon love don't worry ❤️

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Your POV

Ruben seemingly made it home in no time at all after I got his text as it felt like just 5 minutes later he was by my side and checking if I needed anything. He stayed by my side from the second he got home holding my hand and timing my contractions as thats what the doctor told us to do. I felt bad dragging Ruben away from training especially with all the important games coming up but he kept telling me that him being here is more important than any game and that pep would understand when he found out. 

My labour progressed much quicker than I was expecting. With this being my first child I was told that it was highly likely I would be in labour for a long time but within just two hours my contractions were less than 5 minutes apart and we were heading to the hospital. Ruben put the hospital bag in the car first before then coming back to help me walk to the car which took us a while as I had a contraction halfway to the car. Riding in the car was so incredibly painful especially when we went over bumps in the road but with Ruben's support and a bit of swearing we made it to the hospital and they gave us a delivery room straight away. 

By this point I was in a lot of pain and although I didn't plan to get an epidural I asked the nurse as soon as she came in if I could have one. Ruben and I talked about a birth plan a few weeks before my due date and when I told him I didn't want an epidural he told me it was completely my decision but now that I've just completely thrown my decision out the window I feel awful. I mean I barely lasted a few hours before I gave up and took the painkillers the second I could which is so pathetic. 

"What's on your mind love I can tell you are thinking about something" Ruben said 

"Just the fact that the second we got here I asked for the epidural I just feel stupid that I couldn't manage the pain even though my body is built to do this" I sniffled trying not to cry 

"Hey its ok there is no shame in needing something to help with the pain if this whole thing was a breeze they would never have invented the epidural and it doesn't make you any less of a hero in my eyes" he said 

"Thank you I needed that" I said 

In that moment the nurse came in and checked how dilated I was which I know is pretty standard but the look on her face and how quickly she called for a doctor scared the life out of me. Even Ruben looked worried and he's usually the calm one in moments like this which only made me more stressed which could very easily be seen on the monitors I was hooked up to. 

"What's going on is everything ok?" I asked 

"Yes everything's fine its just I can't give you that epidural as you are already 10cm dilated so its time for you to push" the nurse explained 

After pushing for 15 minutes I finally heard the best sound I've ever heard our little baby crying for the first time and the nurses announced that it was a girl (Ruben gives off such girl dad vibes to me). Straight away the nurses placed the baby on my chest and I couldn't help but breakdown into tears as she was just so small and cute. Ruben then let go of my hand for the first time in ages and leant down to kiss my forehead which is when I noticed that he had tears in his eyes too. It was such a special moment that will definitely live in my memory forever but sadly it had to end as the nurses had to take the baby to do all the necessary tests on her. 

Once we got our little girl back she didn't leave our arms until we were discharged and we had to put her in the car seat so we could go home. When we got home I had to put her down as neither of us have eaten since this morning which isn't great. Just as Ruben was going to order us food as neither of us wanted to cook his phone started ringing with a call from pep so he got up to answer it as he didn't want to wake the sleeping baby. The call brought be back to reality though as even though we've just welcomed our little girl into the world Ruben is needed with the team so he's not going to be around to help as much as I would like. 

Weirdly Ruben came back with a big smile on his face which I thought might just be because of the events of today but he seemed a bit too happy especially after getting a call from his boss so I was suspicious as to what they were talking about. 

"Pep has given me some time off this week so I get to stay home with the two of you" Ruben said 

"Wait really how long?" I asked 

"The rest of this week and then next Monday as well so I don't need to leave you until Tuesday oh and also he says congratulations" Ruben said 

"You have no idea how relived I am that you're going to be here for a few days while we get into a routine" I said 

~~~~~~~~~~

The week Ruben had off flew by and now it's Tuesday morning and he's back to training. We had an amazing week just being in our little newborn bubble though we worked out a good routine that works for us and we got to have plenty of cuddles with our little girl while shes still so tiny. Sadly our little bubble had to be burst at some point and today is the day as Ruben had to get back to work at some point although I wish he could be here for a bit longer as I know things are going to be hard once he leaves me on my own. I know Ruben feels bad about leaving as he wants to spend more time with our daughter while she's still little but he has to get back to the team and plus it will show our little girl that you have be dedicated to get what you want. 

Luckily I don't have to do everything on my own straight away as Ruben wants his teammates to meet our baby so I am going to training with him today so everyone can meet her. I haven't left the house since she was born so I'm excited to get out and see some people plus it will be nice to not be completely alone on Ruben's first day back at training. Being the first time I'm leaving the house I had to get up early and wash my hair as I can't lie I haven't washed it since giving birth as I just haven't had the time. It felt good to have some time to myself and to be able to put on some nicer clothes that are mine and not Ruben's as I've been wearing a lot of his clothes postpartum. I would've liked to have put on a bit of makeup to hide my dark circles but I didn't have time as Ruben needed to get ready so I had to take over baby duties again. 

After a few trips back and forth to the house we finally made it out the house only a few minutes late but we arrived to the training centre a bit later as Ruben drove really carefully because he wants to make sure both me and our daughter are safe. When we arrived Ruben helped me out of the car before grabbing the car seat holding it in his other hand that wasn't holding mine. We had to walk a little bit slower as I still can't move as well without a bit of pain. Thankfully Ruben is really patient and despite already being late he was happy to go at my pace and told me not to rush although I did try and walk a bit quicker. 

When we made it to the locker room Ruben went in quickly to make sure all the guys were decent before coming back out and opening the door for me. As we went in all the boys were looking at us which made me feel a little bit awkward but I know they won't judge me for how tired I look. 

"How are you guys?" John asked as he came over to greet us both 

"We're good very happy but very tired" Ruben laughed 

"What about you y/n is Ruben helping you?" Bernardo asked

"I'm ok getting better each day and Ruben's been great I couldn't ask for more" I said 

We all spoke for a bit longer before the baby started crying not because she wanted anything but just to get some attention as she likes to be held pretty much 24/7. I picked her up and rocked her in my arms for a few seconds which stopped the crying and replaced it with satisfied baby noises. Since little one was content and falling asleep I asked if any of the boys wanted to hold her and of course they all did but I handed her to Bernardo first as him and his wife have been really helpful since she was born dropping off food for us when we first came home from the hospital. 

She got passed around all of the players who were all doting over which made me so happy to see as it means Ruben and I have a great support system around us. Just as I finally got my baby back in my arms pep and the other coaches came in to see what their players were up to a they should all be out on the field by now. Just before they were about to be lectured pep saw me stood with Ruben and stopped his rant he was about to go on and instead came over to say hello. Again I was asked how I was doing before we were able to introduce our daughter to the staff who were just as excited as the rest of the guys to meet her. As this was the first time I had seen pep since giving birth I wanted to thank him for letting Ruben have some time off. 

"Thank you so much for letting Ruben have the week off it's been so helpful having him home I don't know what I'd have done with him" I said when I got a minute with pep

"You don't need to thank me family is important and having a newborn is difficult so I was more than happy to give him the time off" he said 

"Well thank you it's truly been a blessing" I said 

After a few more quick conversations the boys had to go and train so Ruben gave me one last kiss after helping me take everything to the stands so I could sit and watch the training session. It was weird not having him by my side like he has been the past week but I know I need to get used to not having him around as much as that's the way it will be from now on.

[i1f3klic]

Dark! Jason Dilaurentis X Black Reader

Warnings: language, back shots, slight forced motion, bathroom sex, oral

"y/n, get your ass over here right now" the blonde said through the phone. You and four others were best friends with the meanest girl in Rosewood.

Even worse, she would force you specifically to sleepover at her house. Days ago, she had told you she was getting anonymous texts from someone named "A". Meaning, Allison was as clingy has ever. I’ve never seen her scared before. I was genuinely worried.

So when she called I always went.

"Fine, just let me pack my stuff" I uttered. I frantically stuffed my bag with needed necessities, and made my way over to Ali's.

I knocked on her front door and to my surprise, her big brother Jason answered it. He glared at me erotically, as if I wore a naked bird waiting for its mother to bathe him.

The glare went on for about a minute. Was he going to let me through or what. I hope Alison comes down the stairs, I hate awkward silences. Jason was so tall and so muscular you could his body print through the shirt. I couldn’t deny it, Jason was really fine. The first time I met him was in the summer of 6th grade, I was sure he was annoyed by me.

“Do you wanna go to your friend or should I close the door” he asks. I shake my head yes and walk past him and I go straight to Allison’s room. I don’t even look back, my body aches in embarrassment. Jason seemed mad, maybe something happened before I came and now I made him more upset.

Hours have gone by, and we still haven't figured out who "A" is. I don’t want to sound like a bad friend or anything but I’m not really surprised that Allison has someone bothering her. She torments other people and I hate when she does that shit. I almost stopped being her friend because of it ,she begged me for days to forgive her and I finally budged.

Allison was really scared though, I’d never seen her in this state before, she’s usually the bully but now she’s the bullied. She’s digging in her box, looking at all the notes from A. I squeeze her shoulder, so she’s knows I’m here for her. “Alli maybe you should give this a break, and A hasn’t texted once since I have been here, maybe they’re done”

“They are not, I’m telling you if u weren’t here, they would be sending paper plates to my window with threats” She looks at me as her face is puffy, I haven’t made to much attention to her face since I got here, but her eyes are puffy and her skin is red. She had been crying. “We could go to the cops and report them” As I finish the sentence she breaks out into tears crashing into her bed. “Don’t you think I thought that, they’ll hurt me if I do it” I’m about to open myself but her mother walks right in and calls us for dinner.

The table was so quiet, it differed largely from my household. There was no loud kids crying , no small conversations nothing.

I kept trying to figure out who would be trying to mess with Allison but the list of people who hated ali was too long. She’s so scared and fragile kind of like a baby, it was like I was walking on glass around her. I could say one thing and she’ll crack. I didn’t know what to say to her and she didn’t tell the rest of the girls, so I don’t have anyone else to talk about this too.

I picked at my spaghetti and meatballs, twirling the noodles on my fork. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a large hand on my thigh, I look down to see Jason's hand caressing it.

I didn’t hate it, it’s not like Jason was unattractive but he was Ali’s big brother so he was automatically off limits. I learned that when Hannah looked at him too hard last summer and Ali had a fit. If she sees this she’s definitely gonna do more then have a fit. I can’t do this Ali, she was just crying infront of me upstairs and now I’m getting touched by her brother, am I a bad friend.

I closed my eyes hoping when I open them again his hand would disappear but it didn’t. I opened them again to still see his hand still on my bare thigh. I had to leave. Allison and I have had our arguments and pretty fights but this is pushing it. I get Allison mad but who knows what she would do is she was furious.

"Can I be excused" I asked before getting up without hearing an answer. I had to get out of that situation, I head to bathroom and wash my face, I was sweating like crazy. I look at myself in the mirror to see Jason behind me. His hard body was pressed up on my butt. I realize I was practically arching in front of the mirror.

“You were gonna leave with out saying goodbye” he asked. I look at him using the mirror,he was looking down at me. N-no just needed to step away for a few” I stuttered. He moved his body slowly caressing his groan on my butt.The feeling was painful but a good painful, I wanted to feel more of that.

If Ali sees this I’m dead. Before I knew it Jason pants came off and so did mine. He bent me over the sink and my arch was lowkey pretty. He moved his dick up and down, teasing me. He slide it inside slowly , we both moaned as it was entering. He started slow and I couldn’t control myself, my moans were just slipping out with no control. Hearing this he went even faster, he covered my mouth. So nobody would hear, his groans were low and sexy.

"You like that princess" he asked. I couldn’t even answer, his dick was taking me away. He went faster and faster, you could hear the sink rattling a little bit. I was enjoying it but I was getting worried, what if Allison came looking for me, I’ve been gone for some time now. He grabs my neck and he goes fully in, he takes slow shots. I’m taking every inch of him. He groaned loudly, he came.

He was so close behind me, I could feel his body heat. He turned me around and looked in my face. I didn’t look away for a second. He was so beautiful I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His lips looked so soft, I had to taste them. I leaned in and kissed him , he kissed back. Our tongues were fighting each other and his mouth tasted like fresh mint. He was such a good kisser, I loved every sound he made. He groaned and I moaned, he reached into my shirt grabbing my titties. He took them out the bra and started touching my nibbles. His hands were so cold, goosebumps came over my body. He lifted up my shirt and started sucking my titties.

Nobody has ever done that to me before. The boys in this town don’t know how to please a girl, since jason was man he knew how to do it. He looked up at me with his brown/green eyes (I forgot the color), he looked like an angel, my pussy was in heat, I took his hands and brought them down to my pussy, he took a look at me and put his head in between my legs. I moaned softly, so he could hear. His head was warm and his tongue was so wet. He was eating me out, it felt so good. I was leaking into his mouth and he slurped up everything. “Jason” I moan. I brush my hand through his hair, it was extremely soft. As I came in his mouth, there was a knock on the door, Ali was on the other side of it.

“Y/n, Y/n” she screamed, she banged on the door, I was so scared I pushed jason off of me and started putting my clothes on. He looks at me calm, I motion my hand to the shower , and he goes in it I throw him his clothes and I leave the bathroom.

“What took you so long”

“I had gas” I lied.

“Ew” she said, she walks and I follow behind her. More A hunt, I turn around and I see Jason quietly leaving the bathroom. We lock eyes and he blows me a kiss. Oh my god Jason is so fine

Note;

I rewrote it, hope y’all enjoy.

[headkiss]

Argument between Steve and reader with “just because you can doesn’t mean you should” and maybe one of them yells and the other flinches or starts to cry and the other softens and apologizes

(Perhaps a “why are you being so mean today” or “what did I do that was so awful?”)

hi hi!!! it’s kind of different from what you requested but the elements are there! it’s steve and reader fighting after you jumped in after him, etc etc. | 1.1k words of angst to kind of fluff i think??? idk but i hope you enjoy <3

Lover’s Lake used to be your favorite place. A sanctuary, a small patch of peace in the eventful town of Hawkins. It used to be.

Now, the lake was a darkness, a place that housed a gate to the dimension that wouldn’t leave you and your friends alone. It caused fear, panic.

You had just jumped in after Steve, watched him in pain, tried to patch him up as best you could in a dirty place like the Upside Down. You fought alongside him and the others and you made it out. The gate in Eddie’s trailer your saviour.

Now, you were in the silence of Steve’s house with him, the rest of the crew at the Wheeler’s. The whole drive home was spent in silence, neither of you wanting to start the conversation in the car when you know it would be emotional, tough.

You took turns showering and changing, brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed. The quiet remained, the two of you moving around each other without crossing paths.

You were sitting on the bed when Steve came in, fresh bandages on his stomach and more in his hand so you could get his back. It was a wordless ask, something he knew you’d do for him, and you did. Still without speaking, you patched him up yet again, your hands shaking and eyes watering at the scrapes on his skin.

The scrapes sure to become scars that you knew would always be a reminder to him of that day, of the fear.

“Why would you come after me?”

Steve was the one to break the silence once you finished with the bandages and he’d turned to face you. He seemed upset, angry almost.

“How couldn’t I, Steve? Are you serious?”

Realistically, he knew that he would’ve done the same for you without hesitation, but he hated the fact that you put your life at risk to save him. He couldn’t stand the idea of losing you, even if the risk was for him.

“Yes, I’m serious! You can’t just do that. You almost died.”

“You almost died! Look at your stomach, Steve. You’re hurt. I couldn't just stay in that boat and wait, you know that.”

“Yeah, well, you should have.”

“Should have stayed back? And let you get torn apart by those.. those bats? What the fuck, Steve. No.”

It was a stupid argument, one born out of fear and an adrenaline crash that left you both reeling. It was the aftermath of a traumatic experience that would haunt you forever, one that wasn’t even over. You both knew that, but it didn’t stop the volume from getting higher, the words from getting harsher.

“Yes. Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you? I can’t protect you from it all, don’t you get that?”

“I don’t need you to protect me all the time, Steve! I can take care of myself.”

“No!” he didn’t mean to slam his hand down onto his desk so hard, he didn’t mean for it to be so loud. He definitely didn’t mean for you to flinch. No, it killed him to see it.

Your reaction wasn’t out of fear of Steve, or what he did. It was a loud noise and your body had been on edge ever since you got to that damn lake. It didn’t help that your eyes were watering too.

Steve walked over to you slowly, carefully, his hands outstretched to try and hold your shoulders, your face, anything. You shied away from him, embarrassed to be crying after being yelled at like a child. He took it as another flinch, though.

“Baby?” His voice was softer, almost silent compared to the previous volume of it all. He felt awful, like he’d made you even more afraid when all he wanted to do was keep you safe. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

You wiped at your cheeks, “no, it’s okay. It’s fine.”

He was frowning, almost like he was going to cry, too.

“It’s not. I made you cry. I scared you. Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

“No, Steve. Can you look at me?”

He obeyed, his eyes locking onto yours, both wet and teary and apprehensive because you didn’t want it to escalate again. You loved each other and things got intense and it was scary. That was all.

“I’m crying because I’m scared. I’ve been scared. The minute you jumped into that lake alone I was terrified. Don’t you understand you’re not the only one who can’t lose the other?”

Your tone was softer now, trying to bring him back to you, to get him to listen. He sat on the edge of the bed beside you, slowly like he was trying not to spook you. He left too much space between you, and your hand reached out to sit in the middle. An invitation, an olive branch.

“No. No, I don’t- I can’t be left without you, okay? You, you’re brilliant. You’ll survive without me, you will.”

“Steve.”

He had to look at you again then, because he knew that when you said his name that way it was serious. Steve never felt like he meant a lot to anyone, his parents absent, his friends assholes. Now, he had a family, one he needed to keep safe because he knew what it was like to go it alone.

“You don’t have to be everyone’s protector all of the time. You’re incredible at it, sure, but you’re not alone. Do you hear me? You’re not alone.”

“I’m sorry. For scaring you, for yelling.”

“You didn’t scare me, Steve. You couldn’t if you tried.”

“I just can't lose you, and when you jumped in after me I thought- I thought that I would, and it’d be my fault.”

It broke your heart to hear him talk about himself as if he wasn’t a valued person. As if his death wouldn’t have as large of an impact as yours. You knew about his parents, about everything, but you hated hearing it. You hated that he didn’t see himself how you did.

The best boy you’d ever known. Caring and sweet even when he doesn’t know it. Because it was simply in his nature.

“Steve, just because you can do something alone, doesn’t mean you should. We’re all here to help, for you, for the kids, everyone.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

“You shouldn’t be.. I’m just scared. Of everything.”

“Me too. But we can be afraid together, okay?”

“Okay.”

You went to sleep together, holding tight and knowing the battle was far from over, that more arguments in the midst of it all could arise. It didn’t matter then, because you had each other.

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Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter Four:

Captain What’s-his-Butt

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"Holy sh- Steven..." You panted, stopping dead in your tracks to slump your back. With your hands on your knees and your ponytail making it's way forward with your posture, you huffed and puffed trying to desperately get air in your lungs. "I think I punctured a lung. Or I have asthma. Or I have an asthmatic punctured lung."

When you mentioned in a casual conversation that you wanted to start working out a bit more to improve your mental health, Steven was quick to invite you along on a run with him.

Of course he knew he was going to have to cut his usual distance significantly, and he would have to slow down tenfold just to pretend he was of normal athletic ability around you, but around mile 4 was apparently where a normal person started to get tired.

"Come on, keep waking" He laughed at your commentary. "If you stop you're going to get muscle cramps in your legs."

"This is awful" You laughed while walking toward him, he was walking backwards with a smile on his face.

"Only a mile left!" He enthused, knowing it would annoy you.

"I feed you yummy desserts all day and this is what you do to me?!" You clutched your side as a sharp pain rang through the area.

"All things must be balanced, right?"

"No, if this were balanced you would be feeding me desserts all day too. This is not balance, this is a hate crime" You shook your head earning another laugh from the man.

"Okay, when we finish you can come to my house and I'll make you Toll House break and bake cookies" He joked.

"Why do you say that as if those aren't delicious?" You asked, still out of breath but preparing to run the last mile.

"Nothing is as delicious as your cookies"

"Yeah? Well, you're never eating one ever again because this sucks and it's all your fault."

"Was it not you who said you wanted to-"

"No. That was not me. That was me from yesterday. Me from yesterday and me right now are two completely different people."

"Okay, well you right now has another mile back to the car whether you like it or not." He giggled.

"Well then let's get this shit over with" You joked and started jogging. "I only have a mile left to watch your hair bounce when you run so I have to savor every moment of it because I'm never doing this again"

"My hair bounces when I run?" He questioned, jogging besides you.

"Yes, and it's glorious"

You two jogged the last mile before making it to his car, and he drove back to the neighborhood. When he pulled into the driveway, you could see Georgia on the porch swing. Sunglasses on, drink in hand, enjoying the summer air once again.

When the engine came to a stop and he took his key out and opened his door, he realized you weren't doing anything. And when he shot you a questioning look all you did was let your head fall back on the head rest.

"I can't move, my legs turned into jello and my front door is so far away."

He shook his head with a smile. "Alright, stay there. I'll come getcha"

He got out and closed the driver side door before coming over to you and opening your door. He turned around and bent his knees so his back would be on your level. "Hop on"

You carefully wrapped your arms around his neck and upper chest and your legs around his stomach, and he picked you up with ease.

"You're not even sweaty" You complained, letting your cheek drop lazily to the top of his head, too sleepy to support the weight of it anymore. "You're too perfect"

"I'm sorry" he apologized, "do you want me to be more sweaty?"

"Yeah next time maybe just sweat a little more. It'll make me feel better about myself" You smiled sleepily.

"Oh so there is a next time?" He picked up on your slip.

"Depends if you'll carry me inside next time too"

"I can definitely make that happen" He agreed.

You turned your head to look at Georgia and send her a wave, but when she didn't wave back, your stomach sank. Was something wrong? Did you do something to hurt her feelings? You made a mental note to check in on that later.

"Keys?" Steve asked as he walked up your driveway and approached your front door.

You used one hand to grab them from your back pocket and gave them to him. He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him.

He walked through your house and set you down gently on the couch. "The princess made of jello is back in her castle."

"That makes you my magic pumpkin" You kicked off your shoes.

He realized the smile was no longer on your face as you wrapped yourself up in a throw blanket to protect your skin from the air conditioning that was such a stark difference from the hot air outside.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah I'm fine." You nodded as he sat next to you on the edge of the couch. "It's just weird, I waved to Georgia cause she was looking at us but she didn't wave back or say anything. She's usually not like that."

"Oh..." His posture slumped. "It's probably because you were with me. I don't think she likes me very much."

"What?" You were genuinely shocked by that statement. Georgia loved everyone, and everyone loved her. "Why not?"

"I don't know" He shrugged. "I've introduced myself to her and tried talking to her a few times, especially since you said you were such good friends with her and it just seemed like she wasn't interested any of the times."

"Well that's disappointing" You pouted. "She's never said anything to me about it."

Your phone chimed with a text message, and as you pulled it out it was from her.

'Turn on the news.'

"Speak of the devil..." you mumbled.

"Did she say something about what happened?" He asked as you reached to put your phone on the coffee table.

"No, she told me to turn on the news." You explained. "Her and her husband are a little intense about the Sokovia Accords stuff, usually when she tells me to turn on the news it's about that."

Steve's heart started beating out of his chest, it was the first time you had ever directly mentioned anything about the war to him. Not only that, but if there was an update, he needed to know.

And if Georgia was intense about following along to the point where she encouraged other people around her to do so as well, and she didn't like him...

"Are you going to turn it on?" Steve asked, not knowing what he should do.

Was the update going to be about him? Was it about one of his team members?

Was this the moment he ran from Greenwood?

"No" You shook your head. "Not right now at least. If it's important I'm sure I'll hear about it eventually anyways."

"Why not?" He poked. He was desperate to figure out your stance at this point.

"I don't know how you feel, so forgive me if you disagree, but I'm just tired of the media treating these poor people like they're entertainment." You explained. "They had to make real life choices, they were forced in corners and they all had to do what they thought was right in that moment. Yet somehow it makes half the Avengers the good guys and the other half the bad guys? It's one of those situations where as you would say, the glass just is."

His big blue eyes softened at your empathy, but he didn't respond. It made you nervous, so you continued filling in the silence. "The same people who devoted their lives to saving ours are now being criminalized for choosing to continue to save lives in the means they thought was necessary. And the whole framing The Winter Soldier for the bombing thing broke my heart. I've been told that I need to have a deeper understanding of the government before I can express my opinion though so... I dunno. Maybe it's all just a bunch of hoopla. I just hope everyone comes to an agreement soon for Team Cap's sake. Nobody deserves that..... do you want me to put it on?"

"No, it's okay" He faked a grin, but he was proud of how genuine his voice sounded even after the mention of Captain America just slipped off your tongue. "It's just a lot to be constantly thinking about."

"Which is why I choose to not consume it at every waking moment" You agreed.

"That's smart." His voice was gentle. A big part of him was relieved at what you had just expressed to him, but it did nothing to relax the flight response pounding at his brain. "You seem tired, I'll let you take your well deserved nap now."

"You're leaving?" You complained, pouting out your lip.

He wanted to cry. You didn't even know the weight that question actually carried at a moment like this. Because right now, he's going to put on a happy face and tuck you in for a nap. He'll hug you goodbye and walk out that front door completely unaware of what was to greet him the moment he found out what was going on.

Depending on what the television told him, yes. He might be leaving. But for now and for you, this was as simple as leaving your house.

"What would Georgia think if she saw me carry you in and not leave for a while?" Steven reminded you. "She already doesn't like me, I don't want her to hate me. And I especially don't want her to hate me for taking up so much of her best friends time."

"I need to go talk some sense into that hardheaded woman" You shook your head. "But that's okay, I appreciate the effort. I'm sure it'll get better soon."

"If it doesn't, that's okay." He reminded you. "Not everyone is going to like everyone all of the time.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You pouted.

Maybe. Maybe not.

"Yeah" He nodded with a grin but he was slowly dying. He leaned down to hug your form that was now laying down on the couch. "Enjoy your nap, I'll lock the door on my way out."

"Thanks, Honey. Get home safe, it's a long treacherous journey." You joked.

Once again, your words carried an unintentional weight on his heart. "I'm sure I'll be okay"

After he left, you settled for a nap. You tried and tried to shut your brain off but it just wasn't happening, it kept reminding you of that text. Maybe your brain would relax if you knew what was so important on the news.

So you gave in, you reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Immediately a breaking news story interrupted every program accessible to the public.

On it was two news anchors, taking turns back and forth explaining how it was recently discovered that Bucky Barnes had been put into cryosleep safely in the haven of wakanda as their greatest minds tried to develop a method of erasing the lingering mind control hydra still had over him.

They explained that other countries could no longer use force to try and detain him from the country, as nobody truly knew where it actually was. The anchors also speculated that once rehabilitated, Barnes would probably plea for a pardon.

It was also reported that Scott Lang and Clint Barton stayed behind to strike a deal with the government so they could be with their families. Each one was forced into retirement and placed on house arrest.

Lastly, they speculated that Steve Rogers was the one that brought Bucky to wakanda to seek refuge and rehabilitation. Though he chose not to stay himself, he allegedly visited every so often by means nobody was quite sure of. Nor did anyone know how he even knew where wakanda was in the first place.

Once again, they threw all of the unaccounted team members of Captain America up on the screen one by one as the usual warnings sounded in your ear like the most obnoxious broken record.

'... if you see any of these individuals, do not approach. They are dangerous. Call 911. Remember, failure to report these individuals will be considered a misdemeanor punishable by jail time and a hefty fine. Do not approach.'

First up was Wanda Maximoff, then Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.

You unknowingly had a sad frown on your face as you watched theirs be posted for what felt like the hundredth time in the past week alone.

But when Captain America's picture came up, something about it really pulled you in.

You sat up on the couch and scooted to the edge of your seat. He was handsome, that's for sure. Perfect skin, and chiseled cheeks. The picture they used looked like it was an identification photo for S.H.I.E.L.D- the logo in the corner obviously blurred out. The golden dirty blonde hair on top of his head and his big blue eyes reminded you of your new best friend.

Steven.

Your brain came to a halt in just a split second and your hand searched for the remote, desperate to pause it on the picture but your eyes couldn't look away.

Your hand found it, and you frantically paused it. Then it all came together like snapping the last piece onto the center of an almost complete puzzle.

Strong nose and sharp jaw, the long eyelashes he used to blink at you sweetly to get his way, the pink lips that only stopped smiling whenever you could tell he was wrapped up in his own mind.

You hit play once more, desperately trying to process what you had just discovered, then they put his whole name up on the bottom of the screen.

Not Captain America. Not Steve Rogers.

Steven Grant Rogers.

Your first initial reaction was your brain working through thoughts too fast to even comprehend them. Immediately followed by feeling stupid for not putting it together sooner.

Then, in the span of an hour you paced back and forth across the expanse of the first level of your house.

After a bit of self loathing came an unexpected wave of anger towards him. He lied to you. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized he didn't lie to you at all. Next, you felt guilty that you had that rush of anger. You placed yourself in his shoes, walked yourself through the choices he probably had to make in order to get to where he was now. His first piece of stability in almost a year.

Then you had your own moral dilemma. With this knowledge and failure to report him to the government, you were now facing misdemeanor. Yet you never even had the thought of picking up the phone and doing that to him. It made you so sick to your stomach that you were nauseous for hours. Jail time and a fine were nothing compared to a whole life of suffering knowing you would've made the absolute wrong choice by reporting the sweetheart next door.

You needed to keep him far far away from Georgia and Micheal.

You needed to keep yourself away from running over to his house and pounding on the door until he opened it just so you could give him a hug and tell him it would be okay.

Thinking about the adversities he must've faced the past months made you want to cry. Long lonely nights in the cold, long lonely days in the heat, no sense of security, the whole country coming after him with blazing pitch forks, the loss of half a group of people he used to consider family. It must've been painful, and it must've been why he had that sad look in his eyes sometimes.

You knew now why he never wanted to talk about himself. All the times you'd catch him looking from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes but never doing anything about the blush forming in both of your cheeks.

Whenever the two of you shared moments of deep conversation or vulnerability he'd go missing for a few days after.

He wasn't scared of commitment. He couldn't commit. He couldn't even promise his presence 10 minutes into the future. He was protecting you. Not from monsters and bad guys, but from himself.

You needed to find out a way to tell him without him bolting out of Greenwood faster than he arrived. But you also needed to let him down gently, let him know it was okay.

But even before that, you needed more time to let the whole picture sink in for your own sanity. You didn't care that you had work the next morning, or even that you committed to staying from before sunrise to after sunset. For hours you sat on the couch with your laptop, finally doing your own research on the Sokovia Accords and the Civil War.

You fell down a rabbit hole, and your research was extensive. But more and more you understood why anyone would disagree with the accords. Certain clauses mentioned human experimentation on them. Taking their blood, zapping them with electricity; it was immoral and invasive.

They didn't think they shouldn't be regulated, they just wanted to negotiate the terms of the accords and they were told no.

You even dug deeper into the personal fight between Steve and Tony Stark. However, that's where you decided to stop because it simply wasn't a matter you thought deserved public opinion. That was between them two, and it should stay that way.

You didn't sleep at all that night. In fact, you only set the laptop down to shower about an hour before you were supposed to go into work, then you stayed there all day.

Cake decorating really helped give you a clearer head. Of course you continued to think about it all day long, but the information was starting to settle.

Smoothing buttercream over crumb-coated cakes smoothed out the harshness of the words rushing through your mind. It reminded you to breathe calmly, stay steady and stable. By the time you had baked a few different pastries and gotten done with cake orders, it was already closing time.

The girls left one by one as they finished up their tasks, until it was just you left to decorate the sugar cookies they had baked earlier in the day. You even had them make a few extra for Steve for when he inevitably arrived so he could practice basic lining and flooding techniques.

When he walked in, you expected to feel some kind of way. Maybe he'd look more like the clean shaven hero you were used to seeing on the news, maybe that would reignite the anger.

But when he walked in, it wasn't shocking. It was just your sweet honey coming to spend time with you as per usual. You even managed to not show any of your internalized thoughts on your face or mannerisms.

Because if you could just spend a few hours with him without letting him know that you knew, you could prove he would be alright. You needed him to trust you.

So you took a second to greet him with a smile and a hug, then you helped him make his icing to the right consistency, and sat next to him to give him some tips and pointers on his cookies before returning to your own station, right across from him on the same table.

The two of you made your normal conversation, just as always it flowed easy. You laughed, listened to music, he gave you opinions on the cookies you were decorating, and you complemented his ability to pick up on the skill quickly every time he'd pick one up and show you what he'd done.

It felt normal, and it was normal.

As you were wrapping up your last order, there was a natural pause in conversation. He was concentrating hard on his cookies, and it was absolutely adorable.

His hair getting in the way of his eyes, his free hand holding onto his piping wrist to keep it steady, biting the inside of his cheek.

You knew it was the time to bring it up when you had to stop decorating because your hands were shaking too bad just at the thought of having this conversation.

But the doors were locked, and the blinds were drawn on all the windows. You weren't in either of your houses so it was a neutral space. As long as you could make him feel safe, everything should be okay.

"I have a question..." You started, dusting a cookie with edible glitter.

"What's up?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows when he heard the slightest shake in your voice. But he didn't look up from his cookies, he was too busy filling in his lines.

"You're a smart guy, and given your last job I was wondering if you could give me some advice on something?"

"I mean... I can certainly try."

"So yesterday after you left I turned on the news like Georgia told me to." You started, that alone made his head snap up to look at you. You watched panic fill his body, and you immediately felt bad. But you couldn't rush through it, the situation was too delicate. "It got me thinking about how the feds could even prove that someone failed to report a sighting?"

"Well, if someone makes it known and clear they saw one of them, it travels fast by word of mouth." He answered slowly, and cautiously.

You slowly nodded your head as you thought of what to say next. "So let's say someone saw one of them, but had no intentions of reporting... they could just simply keep that information to themselves and it would be hard to prove?"

"Theoretically, yes." He slowly set the piping bag down as his heart thumped so fast and strong he could hear it pounding in his head. Would you be the one to send him back on foot? "But sometimes it's not that simple. There's security cameras, social media, people speculate..."

"Well I for one would never do that to any of them.... Report them I mean." You stated, and in that moment his eyes met yours. "You mentioned earlier that I looked tired, it's because I stayed up all night researching the accords."

"Why did you do that?" He swallowed the lump in his throat to no prevail.

"Because I saw a picture of Captain America on the news, and I thought I owed it to everyone around me to do the research before I express my opinions. And by the way, he looks just like you." You told him with a warm but empathetic smile as you momentarily looked up from dusting the cookies. "But now I'm certain that keeping the remaining four safe would be worth the risk. I mean... it's not like I know Steve Rogers personally or anything. I just know he has a lot of people who really care about him, and I'm sure they would do anything they could to keep him safe."

He didn't respond for a while, and that was perfectly okay. You knew he needed time to think about what to do for his own wellbeing.

When he did speak up, his voice was sad and broken. "I think that he's probably had a lot of people in his life make similar choices, and it's done nothing but make their own lives more complicated. He would probably advise against it."

"That just goes to show how loved he is, because time and time again he's been worth the fight." You pointed out. "Again, this is all just hypothetical but if he were ever in that situation I'd hope he could feel safe enough to trust that he was in good hands with nothing to worry about."

Once again you were met with silence, and it was still okay. You'd rather him sit quietly with his cookies than bolt out of the door.

He picked his piping bag back up and started working on the cookies once more, while you grabbed your edible marker and started drawing on small and final details on a set of cookies you did a few hours ago.

A few minutes of thick and almost intolerable silence was broken by nothing but the smallest sniffle, and when you looked at his face once more, his big blue eyes were blinking back tears.

You'd never seen an individual more broken than the man in front of you, and though you didn't want to fix him, you certainly wanted to be a support beam in his journey. All things considered, most of his life had been a tragedy that almost every American child studied in history class. The least you could do for him was be a friend.

His tearful eyes never looked up as his nose and cheeks became pink, and his bottom lip quivered.

"Oh, my sweet honey" You pouted, immediately dropping everything in your hands onto your desk and walking over to him without second thought. "You need a hug."

He dropped his piping bag and his elbows met the metal surface of the desk, his head dropping into his hands knowing he was passed the point of emotional stability. The tears that spilled over his cheeks had a no return policy, and at this point into his game of high stakes hide-and-go-seek, he absolutely knew better than to fight them.

"I'm sorry." He cried out as your hands wrapped around him from behind, your head resting in the crook of his neck. "I'm so sorry."

Leaning over the back of the swivel chair to hug him was a bit of an awkward position to be standing in, but you didn't care. All that mattered in that moment was holding him tight and closing your eyes. "Don't you dare apologize."

"When did you figure-"

"Yesterday." You answered his question. "Last night."

"Are you mad at me?" His voice cracked.

His sadness was breaking your heart. "No, honey." You squeezed him tighter for a moment.  "Not at all."

"Are you scared of me?"

You physically had to hold yourself back from chuckling at that question. It seemed silly to even begin to think that the big teddy bear would even hurt a fly, but you understood he probably felt like a monster in this moment. "Not even a little bit"

"I'm so sorry" He apologized again.

"It's okay" You reassured him. "I promise it's okay."

Letting go of him, you took a step back so you could slowly turn his swivel chair so he was facing you. He got the memo and dropped the hands from his face.

You stepped between his legs and gave him a more proper hug this time, lord knew he needed it bad. This time he wrapped his arms around you too, and his hold felt apologetic. But somehow yours did too, and when one of your hands ever so lovingly cradled the back of his head it was as if you were apologizing for how cruel the world had been to him.

He soaked in every moment of your touch, something he desperately lacked since this whole mess started. His emotions were somewhere between relief and moral dilemma.

He could never ask you to put yourself in the position you were currently in. If anyone else found out that you knew, you'd be in massive trouble. He was in massive trouble. He should've been on foot to a whole new country the moment you asked him the question, yet here he was clinging to you and hoping you'd never let go.

His body was begging for any ounce of security it could get, it needed a full night of worry free sleep, it needed a few days of not being anxious, it needed you to hold him tight and remind him it would be okay.

He needed to be selfish, and you were willing to let him be.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, I'm a mess" He admitted sadly.

"You're not a mess, you're exhausted." You rubbed his back and absorbed the moment. "When's the last time you've had any real rest?"

"It's been almost a year." He admitted honestly.

"Is Greenwood the first place you've settled down in since it all happened?" You questioned, he gently nodded. "You know you're safe here? Right?"

His lack of response confirmed a suspicion you've had since last night, he was still on edge even in the quaint little town.

"I'm not." He shook his head.

You let go of the hug and pulled away a bit so you could look him in the eyes. Your hands rested on his shoulders and his on your waist. "Well you're safe with me. No doubt about that, right?"

"Considering it's been almost 24 hours and I'm not in a cell yet, I don't think I have any doubts" He chuckled though his sad tears.

"Trust takes time I know, but if you need anything I'm here for you. Any time of the day, even if you just need me to keep an eye out for your own peace of mind to get some real sleep."

"Do you think you could take down a swat team and the Secretary of State?" He joked as a smile pushed through his burden.

"Mmmmm...no? But I can definitely wake you up and let you take care of it. I'm a pretty good cheerleader." You pondered. "Ooh! Or I could give them all cookies and ask them nicely to leave you alone."

"Well why didn't I think of that before?" Steve let out a genuine laugh.

"Right? Did you even try that first before going into hiding?" You jokingly questioned.

"Not everyone is as smart as you, honey." He joked right back.

"Maybe just keep that in mind next time" You smiled, happy to see even the tiniest bit of relief on his face. "Oh also, this hair and that beard are really working for you."

"Really? That's what you got out of this whole situation?" Steve questioned with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

You happily pat the top of his head before stepping away to go back to your desk, but you almost regretted it the moment cool air hit where his warm hands were once holding you.

"Yeah, was I supposed to get something else out of it?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

"Maybe not being so trusting of strangers, doing some research on the people you let into your house..."

"I did eventually do the research, you can't really deny that now." You laughed.

"I guess I can't." Steve wiped the last of the tears off his face and picked up his piping bag again.

There was a few more moments of silence that were way more comfortable this time, the atmosphere was no longer thick, and you had one last trick up your sleeve to get your friend to smile.

"... You're still going to come hang out here, right?" You questioned.

"So long as I'm still welcome." He answered, you could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Of course you are! Now why would you ever not be welcome he- you drive me crazy." You shook your head like a disappointed mom.

Steve puffed out a giggle at your reaction to his reluctance. "Do you understand my ability to lift that stand mixer a little better now?"

"Two men, Steven. I was going to get two men for that job, and even then I had my doubts. Here I was think you were about to pull a muscle in your back."

"I think Michael could've handled that all on his own." Steve shrugged, obviously joking.

"Well since you're not going to flee Greenwood I think I should tell you something..." You started.

"What?"

"Your circles are great, but your straight lines? A liiiiiitle shaky" Your voice went up an octave or two and you pinched your forefinger and thumb together with just a tiny bit of space between them.

He looked up at you, then back down at his cookies, and pouted when he noticed you weee actually right.

"Ugh!" He threw his head back dramatically. "You know what you just did? You just squished my feelings."

"Oh no!" You laughed. "It's just constructive criticism!"

"I do not care. My feelings are squished and there is no way to un-squish them!"

"Relax big buy, you're still a beginner" You took the seat right next to him and you instinctively rolled the chairs as close to each other as you could. You put your hand out asking for his piping bag, so he gave it to you. "Let me show you how it's done."

The remainder of the night, everything went back to normal. You taught him as much as you could the best way you knew how, and he made you laugh.

When the two of you decided to call it a night, both of your keys in hand and ready to head out, you were about to flip off the last light switch before he brought it up once more.

"Thanks again for being so kind to me. I've been having a really hard time since the war and you have been the best escape." He admitted in the comfort of the dark bakery. "Not many people have been so understanding."

"Of course, honey. I always look forward to spending time with you, and I've always got your back whenever you need it." You squeezed the top of his arm. "But I have no idea what your talking about..."

Genuinely confused for a moment, he was quick to remind you. "The Captain America thing"

"Who?" You said again, feigning confusion.

"The civil wa- oooooohhhh" He realized you were playing dumb for the sake of keeping this a secret to the outside world.

You laugh as you pushed through the door and held it open for him. He walked through and closed it.

"I've literally never heard of Captain what's his butt before" You mumbled under your breath as you locked the door.

"That's a better name I think" Steve nodded in agreement.

"You think?! I know!" You played along.

"You know what?" Steve asked.

"I know nothing." You insisted. "Goodnight, what's his butt."

"Goodnight, Honey." Steve smiled sincerely for the first time in a while.

Next part: Absdoughlutely

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[p4rsuade]

one night is all it takes ➤ robert stahl (PART ONE)

𝓼ummary. one night is all it takes for your life to change and fall apart. one night for it to change the rest of your life forever. nina’s life was incredulously boring and her days to seem to be an endless circle. she was lonely, stuck in a small apartment alone with one cat, in a town where she knew nobody and she thought she thought nothing good will ever come to her, that was until she had met robert stahl in a bar. and that’s when her story begins.

𝔀arnings. cursing. brief mention of alcoholism? smut (horribly written btw so don’t expect much)

𝔀ord count. 1,460

robert stahl (shades of blue) x female oc

I had woken up a minute before my alarm was meant to go off. That couple moments of bliss as you wake up, unaware of your surroundings or the world around you, your thoughts quiet for a moment — but then it comes crashing as soon as you gain your consciousness back, and your alarm rings through your ears as it practically barks at you, telling you to get the fuck off your ass and get up to relive another day of yesterday, and the day before that, and the other day before that..

I let out a groan as I shift to my side, my brows furrowing as I close my eyes shut, already getting a headache from my annoying ass ringtone. I should change it, I thought, but I always end up forgetting, and at this point, I should just learn to suck it up. I aimlessly extended my arm out to my bedside table, using my sense of touch to search for my phone, and when I finally felt it under my palm, I picked it up and rolled back onto my back.

My eyes squint slightly as I turn off my phone alarm, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was quiet and peaceful now. I closed my eyes again, dropping my phone onto my stomach, hoping to get a couple more minutes of sleep, but my mind was already going crazy. I should get up.. The cat needs to be fed.. Has the mailman come in yet? I need to make breakfast..

I groaned. Fuck it. I’ll get up. I sat up and stretched, letting out a small moan as I arch my back and stretch my arms above my head.

I let out a sigh as I sat there for a couple of moments, unmoving. I looked out the window, and then I eventually swung my legs out to the side of the bed, and my feet landed on the cold hardware floor.

—

“Jasper!” I called out, shaking the bowl as I looked around the house, and then I hear a familiar meow behind the couch. I smile and shake my head, before placing the bowl down onto the floor, and I walked over to the couch, pushing it away from the wall as I pull out Jasper from under the couch.

“How’d you even get in there?” I mutter as I bury my head into his fur, and then I placed him back on the floor, letting him walk over to his food bowl to eat. “He’s such a dumbass sometimes.” I mutter under my breath, and I walk over to the kitchen to make myself some toast. I wasn’t too fond of breakfast, I always skipped it, but I wanted to try something different today..

—

10 Things I Hate About You. Such a classic, I could never get get bored of this movie. If you asked me to bring one film with me to a desert island, it’d be this movie definitely.

I sat in front of the TV as I munched on my toast, Jasper curled up in my lap as he had finally finished his food. He was probably thinking, if cats could speak – ‘This fucking movie again, somebody check on this girl, holy shit.’

I couldn’t blame him though. I finally finished up my toast, and I gently patted the space beside me, and Jasper crawls off me to go lay where I pat, and I stood up, putting the empty plate into the sink.

I wanted to do something different today. Maybe go out for a drink, because I knew damn well I needed it. New country, new town.. been here for a year, and still no sign of me making any friends, which is mostly my fault.. I never leave the house.

—

I dressed up for once, I put on red lipstick, straightened my hair, and I put on a dress. I wanted to look nice for once.. I needed something to change for once in my life. The days were getting long, and it was as if I was wasting away my days locked up in that small apartment.

I grabbed my purse and keys on the way out, after feeding Jasper, and I headed out the door.

—

I sat on the stool, aimlessly following my finger around the rim of the glass. An endless circle. That’s how I felt.

I finally lifted my finger, and I wrap my hand around the small glass, before downing it quickly, holding back in a horrid expression as the alcohol got to me.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” A voice asks. A male voice, at that. I turn my head and look up at him, and gave him a weak smile. Fuck, I really am a fucking nervous person. “Yeah, of course. Nobody’s sitting here.”

And he sat down, and I thought that was that. I turned back to my glass, staring down into it, before the man spoke up again. “Never seen you ‘round here before.” He chuckles as he raises his fingers over at the bartender, “A beer, and a..” He turns to look at me, “What do ya want?”

“Oh, uh- just.. a beer is fine.” I nod. “A beer for me and the lady.” He smiles at the bartender, and I noticed his dimples showed as he did, and it made me smile slightly. The bartender simply nods and I look at him, replying to his previous comment. “Yeah, I’m new here.” I smile. “You a regular here?” I asked.

He nods, and shrugs. “I guess I am, yeah.” He chuckles, “Makes me sound like some sort of alcoholic, don’t it?” He grins. The dimples again.

“Ah, no.. not really, or well..” my voice falters as I pretended to think. “Well what?” He grins in amusement.

“Maybe you are.”

And he laughs, shaking his head. “I promise you, darlin’, I know how to restrict my alcohol.” He grins, and the bartender slides across two beers, and he opened his, taking a sip almost immediately.

—

My back hits against the wall, a small moan escaping my lips.

I was suddenly in his apartment, and soon in a couple of minutes, will be in his bed.

He wrapped his fingers around my waist, keeping me in place, and he assaults me with his lips, as if I was his air to breathe. God, just like the movies, I thought.

“Jump.” He breathed out, his lips trailing from mine to the crook of my neck. I did as he said immediately, I jumped and he immediately grabbed my rear, picking me up and bringing me to his room.

—

I let out a cry of pleasure as my face buried into the pillow as he relentlessly assaults me from behind, “Atta girl.. takin’ all of me, ain’t ya, honey?” He groaned as he dug his nails into my hips, thrusting into me deeper and deeper, my insides pulsing as it tightens around his hardened cock. I could feel myself on the brink of ecstasy, but then he slows his pace, gripping my ass tightly. “You’re not cummin’ until I say so.” He whispers against my ear, and I nod quickly, desperately needing him to go back to the speed he was at.

“Thatta good girl.” He whispers, and then he thrusts into me again, and I cry out, “Come on, come on, come on, fuuuuckk..” He groans as he tugs at my hair, before he turns me around, placing me onto my back against the bed. “Look at me, darlin’. And don’t look away.” He whispers as his hand moves onto the headboard, keeping himself steady as he continues his pace, pulling in and out, wet skin clashing against each other echoed in the room.

He wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

I tried to keep my eyes on him as he fucks me as if there was no tomorrow, and my lips parted and my brows creased as I can feel it coming..

But his stern voice pulls me out of my daze, “Not yet, baby. You got this.” He whispers, before moving his face into the crook of my neck, biting down as he leaves hickeys all over, as if he was claiming something. Me.

He continued with his assault, his free hand moving my hands above my head, holding my wrists in a firm grip, and he moved even faster. I cry out in pleasure, and as I was about to say his name,. I realised I didn’t get it.

“Name’s Robert, honey, now let me hear you scream it for me, yeah?” His voice reverberates against my skin as he bites down onto my skin again,

which makes me moan out his name.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

20 questions for writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

81 at the time of answering this. I'm constantly adding new ficlets though, and actively working on two unpublished wips that I'm very excited about. 

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

471,069

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Steddie. My hobby is just Steddie. 

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

🐉 Hic sunt dracones

🦇 Possession 

🔥 Whatever you want it to be 

(WTF, that only finished posting earlier this month, are you all insane???)

👨‍👩‍👧 Someone who cares

🧜‍♂️ Just add water

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always! (Well, except the outright rude ones, but I can count those on one hand.) You took time out of your day to tell me what you thought of my fic, and that is so incredibly motivating and means so much to me! 🥰

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I yet have to write an actual long fic with an unhappy ending, but i once made Steve come back wrong and killed everyone but Eddie and him for a ficlet, does that count? 😅

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my long fics have happy endings, but Hic sunt dracones probably has the happiest to me. They're mated and disgustingly in love and it's flower crowns and apple pie and hot, hot monsterfucking forever after. 🐉🔥❤️

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've been called racist and ableist and British, among other things, but 99.9% of all reactions I get are lovely! 💖

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've … been known to write smut, yeah. 🤣 

I love exploring all sorts of different vibes and dynamics, but I think porn with feelings is what I do best.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope, just wild AUs. 🐉🧜🏻😈

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. 

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I co-wrote an original work with a school friend some 20 years ago. And by co-wrote I mean we took turns with the document and key-smashed what we thought should happen next where the other had left off. 🤣

The King’s Gift will be a very close collaboration between @house-of-the-moving-image and I bc we've developed the idea and the entirety of the plot together and are bringing it alive through our respective mediums. It's heaps of fun! ✨️

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

(drumroll) (expectant silence)

It's Steddie, people. Not only because they've quite literally eroded my brain, but also because of the wonderful people I've found and the beautiful experiences I've made and continue to make in this fandom. I've never been active in any fandom before, but I'm so, so glad I've taken the leap. 

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

I try to finish all my WIPs and am very much committed to finishing the two I have ongoing rn. 

That being said, there's a bunch of microfics and drabbles I'd love to expand on if I ever find the time (lake monster and ballerina Steve, I see you). 😅

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've repeatedly been told that I create very vivid images with my writing, and that's something I find really lovely. And I love world building. ✨️🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Wordy bitch disease. I ramble, I spiral, I spin completely out of control. The amount of fics that ended up being much longer than I initially thought is embarrassing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never actually done that. I’d definitely enlist the help of someone who is proficient enough in the language in question to ensure I don’t make an utter ass of myself. 😅

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The wizard who must not be named. I must’ve been fourteen or something? It was probably so bad, and sometimes I think I'd like to re-read it again, but it’s now lost on some hard drive in a junkyard somewhere, hopefully never to be seen again. 🪦

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I love all of my fics, each for its own reasons, but Hic sunt dracones will forever hold a special place in my heart. It is everything I ever dreamed of when I fantasized about writing and publishing my own fics but was too shy to do so. I’ve met and befriended amazing people over it. It has fanart. Even close to one year after I finished it, people are still telling me how much they loved it, and it feels so wonderful to know my writing resonated so much with somebody out there. I can never talk about it without getting all up in my feels. 🐉🥲💕

Some zero-pressure tags: @eyesofshinigami @vecnuthy @sidekick-hero @penny00dreadful 💕

[bomberqueen17]

car update

ok so i bought a subaru forester. now that i've bought one i see them everywhere. everyone is driving these cars.

i managed to find one that didn't have a power liftgate. which means it also, for some reason, doesn't have rear cross traffic alerts. but like. i never had those before so i don't super miss them. i just think it's wild that they bundled that with such an obnoxious feature.

It also has lane departure warnings and there's a super easy button you press to turn them off except it's not a physical toggle button so you press it and can't tell if it worked or not, and every time you turn the car off it re-sets to be on, so you don't realize the super distracting warning you hate is on until it goes off and super distracts you a lot and then in the midst of a tricky driving situation you're mashing the button to turn it off only you can't look so you're not sure if you missed it so you press it again and then it goes off later and you think you must've hit it twice so the next time you risk death to look at it and very carefully press it just once so it's definitely off this time, and then it goes off again later anyway, and anyway you give up on using the button and just grit your teeth because the thing is constantly beeping at you because it can't see the lane edges and freaks out. it is a useless feature, i have never once strayed from a lane and not known i was doing it, and if I were then a beep would not fix this. i want to find the wire that controls it and CUT IT but you of course cannot do that.

Anyway. As things go, not so bad really. I've been preoccupied with getting organizers and things and setting up the car interior to be nice, because I know from experience that one trip across the state where I'm having to half-unload and store things in there and shift everything out to make room for a thing and then load my life back into it, will mean that everything in the car is chaos and then I can't find the emergency equipment I know I have. I had a folding shovel in the Crosstrek, I bought it when the car was new, and was storing it in the rear driver's side footwell, and then when I needed it, well there was so much random bullshit in that car that I couldn't find it, and in fact I never found it, I sold the car without ever having found that folding shovel. So I bought a new one for this car, and I am sewing a seat-back organizer for the driver's seat, into which all of those things will go and then I will never remove them because I will not remove that seat back organizer because even if I have unexpected passengers or cargo surely a seat back organizer can be left in place.

This is my hope, anyway. We'll see. I'm finding myself without time to actually finish sewing the thing because shit keeps coming up. I thought it would take longer to get the car but no it just took up all of two days, and I have so much else to do around my house that I don't have time for anything else, so it's just as well I'd arranged to be off work this week too because I haven't had a moment to myself yet and probably won't at this rate but hopefully I can at least get my car set up.

I got the Most Boring Color; here's hoping I don't lose my nerve and do manage to find some artwork to have vinyl-wrapped onto the hood.

Suggestions welcome. Who could I commission, to do a fantasy-airbrush-style piece in wild colors? I want like a cool dragon or something, I really don't know beyond that. Probably the dealership will tell me not to because of the automatic lane-sensing cameras and things but like if they don't work maybe it will be time to cut the fucking wires so they stop beeping at me because they don't know where the lane markings are. IDK.

we'll see if that link fuckn worked or what

yeah for some reason the thing i'm most excited about is the moon roof, which is likely going to be the thing that breaks and makes this car terrible, but at the moment in the fading glory of autumn i just love it so much for some reason.

2 things remain: 1) I asked them if i could fit a full size spare in and they consulted and waffled and hemmed and hawed and finally said yes! you can! we'll just have to go over to the parts department and see about that! and then it was An Odyssey of multiple hours to get the car inspected (???) and registered and my insurance and whatever, and we didn't finish until nearly an hour after the dealership had closed, and I knew if I brought up the damn tire again somebody was going to cry, maybe me, so I didn't. but I have to call them... tomorrow now... and be like "so i was serious, also I want to discuss how to note this down in the maintenance logs so I get my rotations done five ways". and like, to be perfectly truly genuinely honest, it's not that I'm afraid I'll get stuck somewhere unable to drive, it is one hundred percent that I drive this car almost exclusively distances of 300 miles or more, and what WILL happen to me is that i get a flat as I get onto the highway or, better still, after I have gone maybe a hundred miles, and I can put the donut on but you cannot do highway driving for hundreds of miles on a donut, and so I will be stuck in fucking Utica or something and have to buy four new tires from literally wherever is open at the time and it will be a shitshow and it will be ten pm on a friday or something, and i absolutely will not do this.

So what will happen is, I will buy a spare fifth tire, I will at some point destroy one of my tires, and they'll say "ah you gotta buy four new ones" but i will say ha no i don't, and I will put the donut back in the trunk and store the spare rim somewhere until such time as I have yet another problem and then I will say, sadly, okay now I have to buy FIVE new tires, and will re-set. (This means that yes, then I will destroy a second tire on the Thruway near Nowhere at midnight on a Sunday, that's how it will go, but I will have put it off.)

2) I forget what 2 is. Oh yeah the fucking check from my fucking insurance. We floated the money to use as a down payment on this car, pulling it from some money we have earmarked but have not yet used for other things, and then the fucking check hasn't arrived yet, they claim to have mailed it on the sixth. So that's a headache. I just spent a thousand years combing through the website to see if there's a form where I can send a message to a person to ask them-- all the website says is "paid by check" but they don't mention mailing the check, so was there something else I was supposed to have done about it?

In the meantime, I got a loan from the dealership to finance part of the car purchase and while I am un-loan-to-able because my income is so wretchedly low, I was shocked to discover that somehow my credit score is insanely high, nearly perfect. Which is obviously meaningless because nobody will loan to me anyway. And it just highlights what a fucking stupid scam credit reports are. Because I have near-perfect credit, and am un-loan-to-able. Christ what a farce. (Dude co-signed, and the moment he appeared all communications were in his name, and the dealership texted me a request to leave them a review-- addressed to his name. On my phone! Which is the only contact info they have! Which is MY PHONE. It rankles! I'm going to leave them a good review but not until after I've calmed down about it. Come the fuck on.)

[acewithapaintbrush]

20 Questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @captaincravatthecapricious

How many works do you have on Ao3?

33

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

282,261 (woah...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mostly One Piece, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Encanto, Owl House and some others occasionally

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) - Encanto (

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us - Encanto

A Perfect Storm - One Piece

There were Rats in the Palace - Encanto

To the dark I said pour (and forgot to say when) - Rise of the TMNT

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I appreciate getting comments so so much and I wanna show that by responding

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a hard one cause four come to mind that are super angsty but ultimately I think it is Let the world come at you (Rottmnt). That one's just bleak

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess The devil throws stones at us (One Piece). That one was just a lot of fun and I got lots of comments about how funny the ending is so I'll take my readers word for it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did once but that was mostly funny. A single sentence, something like "This story is horse shit" for the second to last chapter of a 19 chapter fic which was like... Well, you read pretty far for it all to be horse shit, didn't you??

9. Do you write smut?

I haven't yet, but I really want to... 👀

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

I do occasionally and the craziest one is definitely by far my Rottmnt/Ghost Files crossover. Man, that was a real trip but also so much fun. I had a lot of fun writing the Ghoul Boys and their shenanigans!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have been asked a few times but no one ever actually did it I think? Or they just never told me about it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I am certainly very open to the idea 👀

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Well ZoLu (One Piece) will probably always be number 1! I just love their dynamic so much, but not just romantic, also platonic. I'm actually much much more interested in platonic relationships! The team as family stuff. The straw hat pirates come to mind. Or the TMNT brothers being the best brothers. Platonic is my one true love!

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There is a Donatello angst fic that I have been writing on and off for what feels like an eternity. I have written myself into a corner somehow and I really hope I get myself out of that but I doubt I will any time soon...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write emotions and internal stuff a character is going through quite well. I have also been told quite a few times that my characterizations are spot on which is always nice to hear cause that's the most important thing for me

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

Ugh don't get me started on fight scenes omg. When a lot of action is going on I have a hard time putting that stuff into words... I'm better at dialogue and feelings and stuff

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Well, if it's done well??? Sure why not. I have been guilty of using some Japanese (One Piece) or Spanish (Encanto) words in my works, never full sentences though

19. First Fandom you wrote for?

First published fic was Stargate Atlantis. First fic written in a notepad for my eyes only? xxxHolic.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

For Encanto obviously A Place for Crows, it's so special to me. For Rise of the TMNT I'd say Casey Jones' Gambit

For One Piece it's probably the latest one Til Salvation Breaks Through. I had a blast writing this one because it challenged me quite a bit and I could let loose a little bit

******************

Not gonna tag anyone, everyone who wants to take a trip down memory lane, be my guest!

[mad-who-ra]

All The Love We Lost

Ram Charan x Reader

Angst ending with fluff. It was @rishi-sita 's prompt. Blame her issues for the angst. She wanted to cry, so, i hope this makes you cry, Sita.

Rishita’s song rec:

This goes without saying, but obviously no disrespect to his wife

Word count : 1677

...

“No, I am not doing this.” 

“But, Y/N, this is an impo-”

“I am not doing any interviews, Prerna.” I told my publicist, to which she responded with a quick okay and hung up. I sunk deeper into the couch, mindlessly going through the channels on the tv. I switched off my phone, throwing it to a side. No more calls for today. No more tweets or emails or texts about how good the song is doing. I wanted to hear nothing about it.

I settled on some random movie. The talk of the song kept echoing in my head.

Is the song about him?

Of course it is about Charan. Listen to the lyrics.

Y/N is not doing as great as we thought. Her latest song is the proof.

I shook my head, trying to block my thoughts. But his face kept flashing in front of my eyes. It was over. It was my past. He never loved me. It was all a PR stunt. He lied to me for months. He sweet talked me into believing that he really like me. That he really cared. When all of it was an orchestrated drama.

If I hadn’t seen the message from his publicist flashing on his phone, saying “It’s done. You can break things off with Y/N now.” I would have never guessed that it was all an act. He really was a very good actor, wasn’t he? Of course he needed some damage control after his last failed relationship. He needed someone to show his caring side to the world again after the ugly drama. Of course I was the perfect target.

I wondered if he was ever gonna tell me. Maybe he would have waited till I was so completely drowned. Till the point where I could barely breath without him to tell me the truth. Maybe he thought it was all very fun. A stupid poet falling for him. Maybe it was amusing to string my heart along and see how far I would go.  

Tears slid down my cheeks hot and raw as I clutched the tv remote in my fist a bit too tightly. Months after the breakup, and I was still here. I was still bitter and I still loved him. It was not really a breakup. I had packed my things wordlessly, leaving a note asking him to check his messages and left. 

I went to my grandmother’s place for a while. Stayed there, away from all the chaos unfolding in the city. Changed my number. But forgetting him was difficult, to say the least. I hated him but more than that, I hated myself for loving him. And to get that out of my system, I wrote the song. And it just caught eyes. I did not expect it to be famous. But because of the drama with him or the raw emotions in it, it was. And there was nothing I could do about it. I came back into the city just a day before, that too because Prerna showed up at my place and dragged me back. My pity party was interrupted by the door bell ringing. No one knew I was back in the city. So I just stayed at my place on the couch, waiting for the person to go away. I turned the volume of the movie own, hoping they would get the hint that no one was in the house. But the doorbell rang again. And again. Realising the person won’t go away, I walked to the door cursing them in my mind.

“What?” I asked, “If someone doesn’t open the door the first two times you ring, maybe go the hell away-” I said, opening the door. By the time I finished the sentence, my eyes met the brown ones I had written poems about. 

Poems that he mostly made fun of with his friends. 

Without thinking for another moment, I pushed the door in the reverse direction just as fast. But before I could slam it on his stupid face, he held the door. And being definitely stronger than me, he pushed it open and I couldn’t do anything. I kept trying.

“Y/N, please. Just listen to me once.” He said. Something in his voice made me stop. I looked at his face. He looked desperate. Or maybe I was projecting my emotions onto him again. Won’t be the first time. I did think he loved me. But that was me, looking at the reflection of my own adoration for him. I won’t be fooled. Not again. 

“There is nothing left.” I said, “Go away.”

“Y/N, please.” He begged again, “Please I have been trying to get in touch with you for so long, please, give me five minutes. Please just listen to me once, and then if you want, I will leave without another word. You won’t have to see me again.”

I considered his words. What did I have to loose? What was left of my heart to break anymore, anyway?

“Five minutes.” I said, letting the door fall open.

“Five minutes.” He nodded.

I let him in, only because I did not want the neighbours to bring out their noses and popcorns. I closed the door and the curtains behind me. 

“What?” I asked, turning to him. I looked at him for the first time in the last few months. He looked tired. He had grown his beard. His eyes looked exhausted. I shook my head. I could not trust my own judgement when it came to him.

“I heard the song.” He started.

“Is that why you are here? Need more content to make jokes out of? Am I not pathetic enough for you already?” I asked.

“Y/N, no. You are misunderstanding me.” He shook his head rapidly, “Jaan, I-”

“Don’t call me that.” I snapped. My throat tightened. It hurt to look at him. It hurt to hear his voice.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“I want to apologise.” He started.

I scoffed, “A whole lot of good an apology would do.” 

“There was a misunderstanding. I have been trying to tell you that since the day-” 

“The day I saw that message? The day I came to know that I was only a pawn for you to be the public sweetheart again?” 

“I meant to tell you-”

“When, Charan, when were you going to tell me?” 

He reached out to hold me, and I took a step back, holding my hand out to stop him. I saw hurt flashing in his eyes as he fisted his fingers, letting his hand fall to his side helplessly.

“You should leave.” I said.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

I looked at him in disbelief.

“How can you even ask that? How dare you ask that?” 

“Y/N, please.”

“Stop! You have always had everything your way. I am not answerable to you, anymore. You have no right. And guess what, you cannot solve this with all the money that you have.” That was a low blow, and I knew that. Stereotyping him in a privileged princely way was a low blow.

Hurt flashed in his eyes. This time I knew it was real.

“You faced a problem in a relationship and what do you do? Run away? Does running away solve your problems, Y/N? Does being a coward help?” He snapped back. He knew how to push my buttons. We both knew that very well.

“It wasn’t a relationship. That was the problem. It was an act. Screw anyone who says you can’t act, by the way. You had me believing it was real.” I spat back, as a fresh batch of tears rolled out of my eyes.

He sighed, taking a step forward. I was so tired that this time, I did not protest when he wrapped his arms around me. Something broke inside me, as he pulled me in his embrace. Clutching his shirt, I started sobbing. He held me tightly for as long as I cried. He whispered comforting words into my ears. It was funny how I sought  comfort in him when he was the one who hurt me to a point of craziness. When I quieted a little, I heard him whisper.

“It wasn’t an act.” He said.

I looked up at him. His eyes were teary.

“It started out as one. But by the end of the first week, I knew I was really in love with you.” He continued.

“What?” I asked.

“It was never an act for me. I do really love you.”

My heart skipped a beat at his confession.

“Why didn’t you-”

“Because you left. You changed your number, your house. Hell, you left the city. Your team won’t tell me where you were. They all were so very mad at me. I tried to- I tried everything to get in touch with you. Everything. But I couldn’t. I came here everyday! And saw the lights on today-”

“Are you serious?” I asked, tears pooling my own eyes.

“Does it look like I am lying?” He asked, “I never lied, Y/N. I have always loved you. I am so sorry. Please believe me. I am so very sorry for all of it. I should have told you long ago but I was scared to loose you. But I lost you anyway, didn’t I?”

I stared at him dumbly, not knowing what to believe.

“Please, give me on more chance. Just one more. Please let me prove how much I love you.” He begged, “please, just once. I promise I won’t ever hurt you again.”

I nodded weakly. Of course I gave in. I loved him too much not to. He wasted no time in pulling me back into him. His chin rested on the top of my head and he kissed my hair repeatedly muttering apologies and thank you’s. From the way his body shook with sobs, with each word, I knew he would keep his promises. 

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I've seen some fics of these, but I'll never turn down a coffinshipping fic where Strahm has to patch up Hoffman from when Jill uses the Reverse Bear-Trap on him. It's just sweet to me that although they hate each other, they love each other or are rather obsessed with each other, and yet Strahm would stitch up Hoffman's face... even though Hoffman put Strahm through two deadly traps 😆

Cat and Mouse- Hoffstrahm

Hi!! I am so sorry that this took as long as it did--I swear I meant to do it but stuff gets buried really quickly in my inbox and my track record with object permanence is kind of terrible, which definitely applies to requests as a lot of the time they're left to sit until I work through a backlog.

HOWEVER, this is my second coffinshipping fic and in my saw rewatch I am barely halfway into the second movie so I apologize if their characterizations are at all off, I like to think I've nailed my characterization of Hoffman but I haven't written for Strahm very much so my characterization of him might not be perfect and the same goes for how I've written their interactions.

Fic type- this is some light angst

Warnings- mentions of canon-typical saw violence, murder, and this has been edited but not very well--be wary of spelling and grammatical errors, I wrote this while tired and edited it while also tired.

Peter should probably be putting a gun to Mark Hoffmans head, if he's being honest with himself. He should be holding a gun to Marks head and demanding a confession or some kind of acknowledgement of the crimes he'd committed under the Jigsaw alias, but he's not.

He's not because Mark showed up at his house and gestured to a very gruesome looking wound on the side of his face, and when Mark wordlessly asked Peter to stitch him up, before he could think through his response, Peter was agreeing and grabbing a towel and a first aid kit with a needle and thread inside while instructing Mark to sit on the couch.

And then he was wetting the towel with antiseptic to clean the wound, telling Mark he was getting what he deserved when he flinched away or shouted with his discomfort. And then he was actively helping a serial killer.

He recalls the words that Perez had told him once, just before he'd interviewed Jill Tuck that first time.

"You should be careful," she said. "Especially with mostly unsolved cases like this one, that work ethic of yours can turn into obsession real quick. Hatred for someone might as well be able to turn into obsession with the drop of a hat, Peter, so I'd watch myself. Make sure it wasn't an obsession before I kept on with the case."

At the time, Peter had scoffed at the notion. "I'm not becoming obsessed," he'd told her, even pairing it with a smirk, like a smirk could've been convincing. "And if I am, hatred and obsession will prove to be so dangerous a line to walk that I step away anyway. I know that much--I know when to step away from my work."

But, Peter supposes he should've known that he would know when to step away from his work in all aspects except for whichever one concerned Mark Hoffman, who he felt a deep disdain for and yet wanted to know everything about all at once.

Of course the line blurred whenever Mark looked at him, had been particularly blurry as he stitched up a wound caused by one of Hoffmans so-called enemies, Jill fucking Tuck herself.

"She put a trap on me," Mark explains as Peter finishes the stitches. "That fucking bitch put a goddamned trap on me, claiming it was Johns will and all that other shit."

"I really don't want specifics, Hoffman," Peter says dryly. "You put me into two deadly fucking traps, yeah? I don't need to hear about whichever woman you've made an enemy out of, even if I hate her as much as the next person."

Mark smiles at him. Peter doesn't know if he wants to punch him square in the lips or pull him into a kiss so intense it shocks the air out of their lungs.

"You do realize what I have to do if you let me leave this house not in handcuffs, yeah?"

Peter runs his tongue over his teeth, stands up from the crouching position he'd taken while stitching up Hoffmans wound.

"I do," he says. "You're going to go kill a relatively innocent woman because she followed what I am presuming to be the will of John fuckin' Kramer, who was her murderous ex husband who willingly put innocent people to death. Yeah, I think that's easy enough to follow, Hoffman."

Mark stands, grins at Peter.

"You realize that letting me go means the chase continues?"

Peter shrugs. "You'll slow down one of these days, Hoffman. You serial killers always do. When you do get slow I'll catch you and be the one to put your ass behind bars."

Mark looks to his feet, "I really do wish this could've been different," he says.

Peter forces himself to look at the brown color he'd chosen for his curtains.

"You have fifteen seconds to be down the street and turning the corner before I start chasing you and eventually arrest your ass," he says, feeling conflicted as he speaks.

The simple truth is that Mark Hoffman is a serial killer. The simple truth is the fact that Peter should be putting him into handcuffs and bringing him to the station while he declares the Jigsaw killer caught once and for all.

But, when has their relationship ever been simple, really? Peter cannot pinpoint a moment of simplicity from it's beginning.

So, when Mark nods, bolts out the front door, Peter lets him go. He falls into the couch with a monumentally tired sigh and presses his face into the palm of his hand. A few minutes pass, and he laughs to himself.

He and Mark are in a cat and mouse scenario, and while Peter hates it, he also knows that he wouldn't have it any other way.

[grandlovescheme]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @luthien-under-bough, thank you! I love talking about fics and the process of how I write them, so this was fun to put together :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

459,900

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Now exclusively House of the Dragon, specifically Daemyra

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

High Hopes

Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

The Dominoes Cascaded in a Line

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I try to always respond, even if the comment is to an older fic. Sometimes I'm overwhelmed or don't even know what to say when someone's being way too kind to me lol, but I always want to let people know I see them and appreciate them so much.

The only time I don't... is when I see someone's binging my whole fic, so then I only respond to the last comment, once they're all caught up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is easy, as I only have one fic without a happy ending - All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You. I love daemyra too much to not give them HEA as much as possible

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This is hard to pick... Because all of my fics, apart from that one, end teeth rootingly sweet 😂 Perhaps Dominoes. Or perhaps fighter!au, which you guys haven't read yet but it's very fucking happy!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes. Though it is much much better now that I disabled anon asks.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! What kind I write... Hmm, tbf I think I write pretty vanilla stuff, even if I do try to explore some kinks here and there when it fits the story and the characters. I guess my kind is focusing on the feelings most of the time, and the emotional connection.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, or at least I haven't yet. We'll see if muse ever strikes this way!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, so hopefully not

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times in a different fandom

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet, but I'm definitely open to the idea. I definitely wrote a bunch of stuff based on my fandom friends' crazy ideas and prompts with their help, so that's halfway there, I guess

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

No couple had ever taken over my life and thoughts the way Daemyra did, so, the answer is clear!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Soulmates AU? I was once so excited for it, wrote a bunch of notes and even the first two chapters, but now I'm kinda... not feeling it :(

16. What are your writing strengths?

I spent the longest on this question. I think it's the emotions I try to convey in my fics, good or bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Now this is much easier. Plot! Intrigue! If you guys haven't noticed yet lol, I write fics heavily focused on romance only, and the development of Daemyra's relationship, because I just can't pull off anything more than that.

I'll probably never write a fic where people will wonder what'll happen next, what that and this means, what this person's motivations are... Because I'm unfortunately not wired that way. But I learned to accept that, and I have fun writing my silly romances with no real plot <3

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it myself a few times and I like to see it in other fics, too. Especially in HV it's delicious to see in the canon-verse. Though I always struggle with how to write the translation - right next to it, in cursive, in brackets, in the final notes?? That's always a head scratcher

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eh, probably Twilight? I don't remember writing anything before that, so must be it

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably still High Hopes, even after all this time 🤍

This was fun! I'm tagging some of my writer friends if they wanna join and haven't yet, @ar-feyniel, @eschercaine, @calenlily, @fiora-miriel and anyone else who wants to! :)

[c0ffinshit]

THE MUSIC OR THE MISERY (Gary King x Reader) Part One

word count: 2,712

warnings: mentions of past sexual relations, frenemies with benefits to lovers, porn with a plot, ends on a cliffhanger

I knew that your heart would pound through your chest and your face would flush with red when you fell in love, but I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. Something about sex and love felt just out of reach for me. Some people never called me “pretty,” so I have no reason to think it. It sounds weird when I put it down on paper like this, but trust me, it sounds better in my head. And it's worst when you know that I hate pubs. They are dirty and filled with men who are dead set on getting as drunk as possible. Their oily skin shining in the pub’s lights, shouting at someone on the other side of the bar. So, as you can imagine, my luck with men is very…bad.

I have been working at Final Round for three years since December. Granted, what I do is partially nothing all-day, but at the very least, it's work. It was never a job I expected I was getting. When I left college, I wanted to fly planes. The next thing I know, I’m working in one of the enormous bars in London, handing people drinks and giving them food. Yes, I started off as a waitress. My life was pretty boring until I came to know Gary fucking King. 

I knew someone was staying and walking around, taking drinks for himself or his friends; I’m not an idiot. But none of the people I worked with had ever cared to tell me about him, even when I asked. They called him ‘King.’ By the time I got promoted, he came by a lot more. Maybe it was the fact that the bartender had a uniform that was tighter and more sexual than the regular waiter or waitress looked. The first time he spoke to me was definitely a shock. His voice was low and oddly sensual. It was probably the most lustful feeling I’ve ever had, and knowing him, he took notice. To not get into the gritty details, once I got off work, we fucked in a bathroom stall. We had sex on and off for the rest of the year. Now, I will admit I was not accustomed to having sex almost every day, and after a while, I became so tired of it. Oh, who am I kidding? All the sex was incredible! He was aggressive, rough, and wouldn’t finish until I did. Then suddenly, the sex stopped. He stopped showing up to my work. And even when he would, he wouldn’t even speak to me. 

Gary never even told me why he stopped talking to me a year after we ended things. I probably should’ve started this story with that… oh well. It was one of those slow days at the bar. People weren’t asking for food or drinks. So, because of this, I got to be let out early. I had to remain in my house until further notice. The day was wasted, spent reading and listening to music. Overall, it was a routine day for me. The real drama started when the sky was dark and filled with stars. I was quietly reading when I heard my phone ring loudly.

Oh, Jesus Christ. I thought, rolling my eyes as I set my book down. Why can’t I have a quiet night to myself?

My house was quiet, which felt like the first time in weeks. But I could hear my phone ring against my desk. My ringtone got louder as they came closer to my desk. As I finally pick up the phone, I hear Gary’s breathing.

"Where were you? Weren’t you supposed to be at work?" He asked.

I hadn’t a slight clue about what he was talking about. As I said, Gary had never spoken to him since we stopped having sex. Hearing him after all this time felt so bizarre.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound cold-hearted.

Gary pauses for a moment. "I thought you were supposed to be at work. You work today, don’t you? I’m looking left and right for you. Where are you?"

"Well… I was at work. I got let go early." I replied, my body leaning against the wall.

Gary doesn’t want to admit he is attractive, with dark hair that shines in low lights. When he walks into the bar, however, is when he looks his best. A big nose sits in the middle of his face, and his eyes are light baby blue.

"Then where are you?"

My body tenses as I rub my arm for a second. My hand gently rests on my elbow.

"Well, you haven’t seen me in a year,  why do you want to see me now?"

"I don’t have to tell you shit." Gary snapped.

Gary makes slight noise of disapproval; "Yes, you do. You can’t just not talk to me for a year and think it’s okay to call me and beg me to come into work." 

It always felt embarrassing to say aloud that we’d had sex, especially with him in the room. We stood silently for a moment; the years we slept together ran through my mind. All the glances from across rooms, being grabbed by the hand, and all the sex we had. It meant nothing to him.

"(Y/N)..." Gary stated disappointedly, "Do you think I act like a stranger to you?"

"Yes," I say flatly. 

He did; Gary always acted like he never knew me. When we did, however, it was formal and brief. If people saw us together for too long, they would start gossiping and spreading falsehoods that were the technical truth. 

"Well… I’m tired of acting like a stranger to you-"

"So that’s why you are calling me? Because you feel bad. Great. A little too late for that." I scoff loudly. 

"You aren’t listening. I’m not here to fuck you and not talk to you for however long." 

"Then why are you calling me?"  

The tension in the room grew thicker. At any moment, Gary would come crawling to my house and yelling to let him in. 

"I don’t know… just something brought me back to you. I can’t explain it." 

I couldn’t help but eat it up. Leaning closer to the phone. "Gary… I know that’s not the real reason you are calling me. But if you don’t want to tell me-"

"But I want to, (Y/N)." Gary finally said. 

It feels like my heart skips a beat; it is something about Gary’s sincerity; I scoff again, not knowing how to reply. This had been the first time Gary had been emotionally vulnerable with me.

"You don’t, Gary. Why would you even bother to call me if you won’t tell me when you’re calling me?"

The minute those words left my mouth, I could feel myself answering my question. Gary avoided me because he liked me. It didn’t make sense. My body grew tense, and I wanted him to hang up the phone. Then again, I wanted out of my body. Night after night, I spent crying about this man. And he didn’t bother to tell me he liked me. My face grew red, and tears ran down.

"Why don’t you answer me?" I raise my voice, "Or are you too cowardly to say anything to me?"

I stood up and started to walk out of the room, tempted to throw my phone to the ground.

"Don’t you ever speak to me like that again. I’m not the one acting like a massive cunt right now." 

"I don’t answer you anymore since you don’t want to answer me." I replied back, each word flicking off my tongue like a snake. 

He hasn’t acted like this in front of me before; I’ve never seen him so angry. People used to tell me what he did to rude people. I don’t deserve to be treated like this, especially by a man I called my friend. Gary mumbled something under his breath and hung up. That’s right, too cowardly to even say goodbye. 

He would come back, I thought. Sure, it would be later in the morning, but he would come in no time. 

But I knew his secret. I planned on holding it for a long time.

___…___

My alarm didn’t go off, even though I woke up a minute late. But I arose peacefully that morning, knowing Gary would knock on my door to scold me about last night and how much I acted like a…well… cunt. I won’t call what I felt a feeling of terror. It was more of a weird sense of delight. Gary’s boots stomped against the concrete and up to my door. His body crept in front of the window on my door. He stood in front of the door, waiting for me to come and answer. But I wasn’t doing that; I had work to attend to. My uniform lay neatly on my bed as I searched my room for any excuse not to answer the door. Speaking with Gary was the last thing I wanted to do that morning, less alone seeing his face. Once I had my uniform on, I slowly walked to the door. I open the door to reveal Gary standing, looking around in a frenzy. 

"(Y/N)... we need to talk about last night." His voice rang.

I didn’t even bother replying to his statement. It was hard, but I walked past him and to my car. Gary calls after me, but my legs start to speed up. The last thing I wanted to do was speak with him about last night. He continues to call after me as I speed into my car. While starting my car, I turn my head, coming face-to-face with Gary. My legs burned as I thought of something to say that was sassy or mean enough to get him to go away.

"Why won’t you talk to me? Are you still mad at me? " He asked in a harsh voice. 

I roll down my window. "Gary, you shouldn’t treat me that way because you are my best friend. Best friends don’t treat each other like that."

I had no desire to speak with anyone, let alone Gary. Sure, I said things and made it appear like I was overreacting. I was simply exhausted from Gary begging for my forgiveness when he didn’t talk to me in years.

Gary looks down at his feet and lets out a low sigh. "Look, I know you have work and a life outside of this, but listen, I’m sorry. I called you when I was drunk and missed you so much. Not for the fucking, but for the long nights after. I combed crowds, and I bothered to pick you out. I swear, I say…"

I tilt my head to the side. "Can you please just let me go to work? We can talk about this later."

King has this bad habit of making me feel guilty. Not in a manipulation kind of way, more like religious guilt. A guilt that is always there but never affects my life outside of the knowledge that I’ll go to hell for my sins.  It was just a secret he told me without telling me. And to tell you the truth, I almost felt the same way. He didn’t make my heart skip a beat. Gary made my heart ignite into fireworks of happiness. Gary didn’t make my face flush pinkish hue. He made it a deep maroon. That’s the fuck of it all. It's a shame that we aren’t together like we used to be. I can’t explain how it came to be this way, but it did. I’ve been in a lost-like state since he left. Like, I go through life walking and running places with no end in sight. 

"Screw work! We need to talk about this and you need to listen-"

I slam down on the horn of my car. "GOD, DO YOU EVER SHUT UP? First, you call me late into the day saying how much you miss me. Second, you show up at my house and ask me to forgive you for referring to me as a cunt ON THAT CALL. I can’t forgive you for anything, Gary. You never grew up like the rest of us, did you?"

He paused and grabbed the door’s handle, trying to pry it open. I put my car into reverse and hear the passager side door open. In the corner of my eye, Gary climbs in and buckles in.  

"Fine. Then we’ll talk about it on the way to work. Since you want to act like a child."

"Okay, Peter Pan." I mumbled after my breath.

The car ride to work was filled with long quiet silences, quickly followed by long strings of mean comments. Every rude remark under the sun was said to each other. Once we finally pulled up to the Final Round, Gary slammed the car door and stomped his way in. I, however, stayed behind. I wanted to take up as many minutes as I could before I needed to clock in. As I sat in my car, I thought about this whole shitstorm. Honestly, it feels strange to miss a man like that. To know that he would stay with me until late into the night, trying to calm me down from whatever. He tried his hardest to make me feel better, and most of the time, he would fail. That’s the part that destroys me. It never felt like he was saving me from myself; he was just watching it happen. Like, he wanted to help, but he couldn’t. We did everything together. From hands between legs in cold winters to ‘whatever it takes, he will pay for what he did.’ Drinks at the club that was falling apart, to the bar that used to be near my house, to the keys being taken from my car just so we could ride around town. Why would he act like this now?

I told myself I had to get to the bottom of this. This couldn’t be something I hold onto and torture myself with the knowledge of. Fucking Gary can’t be honest about his feelings for once. So, if he can’t, I might as well. I spot Gary through the bar’s window. It's not clear how he let himself in. He was crawling around, looking for something. Swinging my car door open, I rush out. Taking my keys with me and slamming the car door behind me. Knowing Gary, he probably wanted to rip up my work for booze as a strange form of revenge. As I said, Gary is childish. I start shouting his name from the outside. Looking around, I notice glasses left out from last night. Some are broken, but a lot are tipped over and half full. A part of me is surprised that he didn’t take those half-drunken drinks and finished them. I managed to jimmy the door, opening it up. A white piece of mint gum held the two doors together, pulling them apart as the door opened. Gary thought I won’t notice he dared break the lock of my work just so he could get a head-start on fighting and drinking. 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed out, watching Gary dig around behind the bar.

"What do you mean? I’m acting like-" Gary begins, but I cut him off.

"You are not acting like anything I’ve ever seen you acting like! Sure, I’ve seen you dig around behind bars and act like a dick to people, but not like this. Something is going on with you, and I want to know what it is."

Gary doesn’t respond and fills up his glass with tap beer. He is acting like this isn’t an issue. Like he left his conscience pressed between the pages of a book in the drawer of my room.

"I’m not acting like anything. So, drop it. You will feel a lot better."

"What did that ever do for me? I will still have so many unanswered question. Now, you will tell me what’s going on." I asked, staring back at him.

[cherrygorilla]

Happy Birthday, Danelle! 🎂

Sadly, thanks to my life being consumed by my degree, I didn't manage to get anything substantial finished writing-wise in time for your big day. However, I didn't want to let it go to waste without doing anything, especially after you'd been lovely enough to put that video together for me at Christmas. But since I'm not nearly as talented as you when it comes to doing that sort of thing, I resorted to what I do best: rambling about our characters, and the apparently endless list of ideas I have for them. Well, not quite endless, but 16 pages of a Google Doc is still pretty insane...

So yeah, this is basically just a total brain-dump of any story concepts, headcanons, random song-inspos, and TikTok references I've got stored up that would likely never have seen the light of day otherwise. They're way too much fun to just keep to myself though, so hopefully they can bring you a little joy today! And even if you think they all suck, at least you can enjoy the fact that your characters are living in my head rent-free pretty much 24/7. 

And so, without further ado, enjoy your window into the chaotic, fangirl mess that is my brain…

Story concepts:

First, of all we have: ✨story concepts✨ - aka, actual, substantial ideas of mine that have potential, but likely no means of ever getting written thanks to everything else I have on my plate atm. The first two are big ones, which earned themselves their own moodboards, but the rest are just ideas that are too big to just be considered headcanons lol.

Idea 1: Bridgerton AU

Okay, I've definitely mentioned this one before, and this one at least has some potential of maybe getting written one day, but I would LOVE to do a Bridgerton AU focusing on a Miles & Carrie Enemies-to-Lovers style story. It has been like a year since I watched anything Bridgerton related though, so if the technicalities of this are a little sketchy then that's why lol.

The outline I have is basically: Mrs Murphy works as part of Butchy and Mick's staff, with her sons also taking on roles around the house. Butchy's parents had taken pity on Mrs Murphy when she came asking for a live-in work position since she had three young boys to take care of and the eldest was close in age to their own son. So basically, Butchy and Lela grow up treating Miles, Royce and Bentley like their own siblings, despite the fact that technically they work for them. The Season prior would have been when Butchy fell in love with and married Mick, so this would start with them beginning their new life as a couple, still with the Murphys working for them, and with Lela getting ready for her first Season. She'd be super nervous about it though because she's heard rumours that the prestigious Cole family are going to be entering their precious twins into the Season for the first time this year, and she knows that if that's the case then she's got no chance of getting any attention. Her family try their best to reassure her, but when it comes time for each eligible young lady to be presented to the queen, sure enough, the Coles present their daughter, Caroline, and she totally steals the show. This immediately gives everyone a vendetta against Carrie for crushing Lela's confidence, but at a ball later that evening, when Carrie is once again taking all the attention of any potential suitors, she runs into Miles and in a matter of minutes proves that she's just as much of a spoiled brat as he suspected her to be, if not worse, thus souring his opinion of her even further. They end up arguing out in the garden, since Carrie had gone out to get some air and Miles couldn't bear to be surrounded by the stuffiness of the party, they get caught in the rain, and after Carrie denies Miles' help to get her back inside (because even when he hates her guts, he still has to go and be a nice guy lol), she ends up slipping on a wet paving stone and completely ruining her dress. Their argument gets even worse and before long, Carrie's older brother (literally only a character for this story, so irrelevant otherwise that he doesn't even have a name lmao, I just couldn't have Tanner doing this because he needs to be elsewhere) demands that Miles and his family leave before they cause any further trouble as Carrie has to go and clean herself up, which she is especially not happy about since it cuts into her time of pursuing potential suitors. Butchy tries to help and defend Miles, which he does without question, but ultimately decides that it would be best if they left anyway, much to Lela's dismay since she'd finally been getting some attention from Carrie's brother, Tanner.

Miles' opinion of Carrie gets worse and worse with time, which extends to the rest of his family when they catch wind of what happened, but as Lela starts growing closer to Carrie's brother, the more time they have to spend around one another. Carrie is crowned The Diamond and as a consequence starts courting a duke (Seacat, don't ask me why, I just feel like I picture him being her other love interest in this more than Eric lmao), which Miles and his family are subjected to bear witness to after Lela and Tanner also start courting, and they're invited to spend some time at the Coles' huge estate. In Bridgerton S2 fashion, they all partake in a croquet game, where Carrie and Miles' bickering reaches an ugly head. Sick of listening to them, Mick knocks Carrie's ball off into the woods and, in an act of defiance, Carrie insists that she doesn't need Seacat's help to go and retrieve it. Vivien, a close family friend of Mick's, who is also along for the trip, and takes on the 'Lady Whistledown' type role in this story, knocks Miles' ball in the same direction after Carrie has left to annoy/tease him further, and in an unlikely turn of events, the pair end up helping each other retrieve their balls from rather precarious places, leaving them both giggling like children and covered in mud. This reveals a little insecurity on Seacat's part, however Carrie reassures him it was nothing. But when she catches Miles awake and wandering the house that night, and they get to talking again, they start to realise they might have been wrong about each other after all, and scary, new feelings start to be uncovered. They're caught by Mick before anything can happen, but the can of worms has already been nudged open and the damage has already been done, and she keeps an extra close eye on them from then on as her suspicions start to rise.

I've already gone into way too much detail already, so I'll summarise the rest of it quickly, but basically, as much as they try to deny it, Miles and Carrie start catching feelings for one another, and their unlikely run-ins just keep making it worse, especially when things are supposedly getting serious between Carrie and Seacat - at least from an outsider's perspective anyway. One day, when Miles is out tending to the horses in the stables (because that's the closest job I could think of to match his mechanic skills lmao), Carrie once again gets caught in the rain, and runs there for shelter. One thing leads to another, and in true Miles and Carrie fashion, and in true Bridgerton fashion, they get way too carried away with one another and just start going at it right there in the stables. They're not as careful as they thought they were being though, and Vivien being the nosy little genius she is, immediately figures out what is going on and runs to Royce to fill him in. In a panic, and desperate to stop Miles from ruining his life, praying that if he does everything will just go back to the way it was before, Royce comes up with a plan to use Vivien's Lady Whistledown-esque writing powers to put together an expose on Carrie and her adulterous habits (without revealing the identity of her partner in crime though, obvs), thus ruining her reputation. They don't have the foresight to realise that it will bring down Carrie's family with her though, including Tanner, and then, by association, Lela, since by the time they've sent the draft off to be printed, Tanner and Lela have announced their engagement. With a push from the queen, Seacat and Carrie announce their engagement promptly afterwards, leaving Miles horrified and Mick concerned for him, since she had been suspecting Miles had been developing feelings for a while now, which is then confirmed after getting him to open up to her, and him breaking down about how badly he's messed up by taking things as far as he did with Carrie. With Carrie and Seacat's engagement being the talk of the town, the queen throws together a whirlwind wedding in mere days, and before anyone knows it, Carrie is reciting her vows with her eyes locked on Miles, and Seacat is reciting his with his eyes locked on one of Carrie's bridesmaids. In a display not dissimilar to the bracelet incident in S2, the queen finally sees through the cracks in their charade and calls the wedding off, leaving Carrie and Seacat in a state of shock, and Carrie's reputation in the gutter, which is only made worse by the arrival of Royce and Vivien's Lady Whistledown pamphlets. Cue an utter meltdown inspired by this song from the unofficial Bridgerton musical, where Carrie, who had only agreed to the marriage in the first place to help expand her family's connections, and to help cover for her handmaid, who had slept with Seacat and had ended up pregnant, goes completely off the deep end. Will Royce and Vivien be able to enlist the help of Mick and Butchy to fix their mess, and give Miles the happy ending he deserves? …I guess we'll never know. But it sure is fun to think about! 

I know I already mentioned one song from the unofficial Bridgerton musical, which I love btw, but the only other one, besides the opening number, that really makes me think of this AU is If I Were A Man - because how cute would it be for Vivien to sing this when she's hanging out with Royce and Bentley, complaining about how stupid the Season and all this 'courting' business is, only for Royce to be watching her the whole time with the biggest heart eyes imaginable??

And it's not a part of the musical or anything, but every time I listen to this Bridgerton-esque arrangement I think of this AU. I mean it just fits so well! Like the fact that it's a cover of Paparazzi when in her og universe Carrie's a famous actress - it's perfect! And it sounds so good! I feel like I can so clearly picture Miles and Carrie dancing together for the first time with this playing in the background and everyone just watching them like: 👀 ...are they supposed to be doing that??? but he's poor?? and she's supposed to be unlovable?? what's going on?? 

Idea 2: Star Wars AU

I only thought of this one recently but godddddd it's so fun. Like just picture Miles vibing on some random planet in the middle of nowhere, just trying to mind his own business and get by looking after his little brothers and their handful of a best friend, Vivien, aka a wannabe resistance fighter, who is always getting told by Miles to stay away from that stuff because it's dangerous. And then one day, Miles is unwillingly dragged into helping a runaway evade capture - he doesn't know who she is, he just knows that she's very charismatic, and very pretty - and she has a LOT of hair. He ends up repairing and hijacking an old space cruiser, and, with some prompting from his little brother and Vivien (any maybe Riven too; I feel like he would thrive in this universe), all hungry for a little adventure, he ends up agreeing to take Carrie across the galaxy to where she needs to go.

They run into Butchy and Mick along the way, a pair of resistance fighters working on a mission to steal some plans from the First Order, and they decide to join forces, although Butchy is incredibly reluctant to trust Carrie, despite having no problems with anyone else - he just senses there's something off with her. When they stop on a planet to refuel, the First Order has managed to track down Mick and Butchy thanks to bounties they have from a previous mission where they took down a fleet of First Order Star Destroyers, and a huge fight breaks out, that, despite their lack of experience, Miles and his family are swept up in. Surprisingly, they manage to hold their own quite well, but Miles is soon distracted when he sees that the First Order have taken Carrie. Butchy tries to help him, but his efforts land them both in First Order prison cells after they're both knocked unconscious. Butchy tries his best to reassure Miles that Mick will already have a plan in motion to come and rescue them, and tells him to just stay quiet when the stormtroopers inevitably come to question them. It's not a stormtrooper that comes to interrogate them though, instead, a pair of heels clacks along the polished floors in time to the Imperial March, accompanied by a long, black cape with a hood that is dropped when its owner comes face to face with the boys to reveal a devilish smirk belonging to none other than Carrie, who's actually been working for the First Order the whole time. Miles feels understandably betrayed, Butchy feels frustrated that he didn't trust his gut feeling more, and after some pretty intense Force mind games, not dissimilar to this scene, Carrie reveals her boyfriend Eric's master plan to bring down the Resistance once and for all. There's an obvious back and forth, as Miles tries to talk her around to see sense, but when Eric shows up he's quick to shut him down, and the unhealthy nature of his and Carrie's relationship is quickly exposed. Carrie chooses to ignore Miles' pleas, and leaves with Eric, however, as to be expected, before all hope can be lost, Mick and the others show up and come to their rescue.

On their way to escape, Butchy and Miles run into Carrie yet again and a pretty epic lightsaber battle commences. It's mainly Butchy (blue lightsaber) and Carrie (red lightsaber) to begin with, and it's rather intense since they're both, understandably, super pissed at each other, but when Carrie wounds Butchy pretty badly, Miles, despite his lack of experience and doubt in his ability since he's never even heard of The Force before (apart from through the stories Vivien would tell his brothers, which up until now he'd believed were entirely fictitious), let alone used it, has to step in to defend him. Their feelings for one another make the fight a difficult one, but when Eric finds them and starts taunting Carrie, bossing her around and degrading her right to her face, and Miles starts pleading with her and helping her try to see reason, telling her that it doesn't need to be this way and that she can be happy like she was back on the ship with him and his family, and that despite what Eric says, there is light in her because he's seen it, she finally sees Eric for who he really is, and sees through all the lies he's been telling her about the First Order. Her lightsaber, locked in place by Miles desperately trying to block her latest swing, starts flickering from red to purple (I know lightsaber colours don't work like that, but the symbolism of it shifting from totally red to a mix of red and blue [ie good and bad] is too good, so just let me live) as her allegiance to the dark side starts to waver, until finally she's had enough and turns on Eric, killing him with a final, ruthless display of passion. Miles helps Butchy to safety on the rescue ship as Mick leaves Riven and Vivien in charge of piloting it, in favour of helping tend to Butchy's wounds, before he goes back and convinces Carrie to leave the First Order once and for all. Vivien and Riven navigate the ship through one last First Order attack as they make a break for it, and by the time that the group makes their way back to the Resistance base, the fight has found itself six new soldiers: Miles, Royce, Bentley, Vivien, Riven and, of course, Carrie. Kind of a fun concept, right? Well, maybe, but maybe I just want to see Butchy and Carrie going at it with a pair of lightsabers to Duel of the Fates. Is that too much to ask? lmaooo

Idea 3: The Little Mermaid

 Okay, these ones are much shorter now, and this one literally only materialised a few months ago when I started getting excited about the new Little Mermaid live action remake. Tbh, there's not really any substance to it other than the fact that I think Carrie would make SUCH a good mermaid. Like she grew up at the beach spending pretty much all her time in the ocean, she has the voice of an angel and her hair would be SO FUN underwater haha. Also, you know if Carrie was a mermaid, Miles' ass would get dragged out to sea in like two seconds flat lmao. And even before I saw you pinning some mermaid stuff to Kona's Pinterest board, I felt like she would have made such a cute little mermaid companion for Carrie - getting all grumpy about her acting weird and ignoring her (a la She's In Love from The Little Mermaid musical) and then teasing her like crazy about crushing on a human once she's figured out what's wrong and has come around to the idea of it. In a similar way, I think Vivien would also make a great mermaid pal for her, if not for anything other than the fact that her purple hair would look incredible underwater hahaha. Plus, I've always thought it would be cute for, in a totally separate AU, Carrie to start taking some of Vivien and Kona's dance classes to earn some extra cash whilst she tries to book an acting job, and when they find out that Miles is crushing on her big time, they start meddling and trying to get them together, and end up getting super close with Carrie in the process. Obviously that wouldn't work for this concept since idk how mermaids would dance, but the theme of Vivien and Kona teaming up to get Miles and Carrie together, and building a really close bond with Carrie in the process remains lol. There's literally no other substance to this idea, I just like the thought of Carrie singing pretty songs and splashing around underwater with a sparkly mermaid tail, because, let's face it, she would absolutely neail Part Of Your World. 

Idea 4: Mrs Murphy meeting Carrie for the first time

Again, no real plot idea for this one, I just really like the thought of Mrs Murphy slowly realising that Miles has a crush on someone and trying to do what she can to encourage him to follow his head and go for it - giving advice here, and fixing his hair before he leaves the house there. And then when she finds out that he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out and it all went well, she's obviously overjoyed, and is always trying to convince him to bring her over for dinner, much to Royce and Bentley's dismay. Eventually, Miles agrees, but when Mrs Murphy opens the door to find that the girl her son had brought over was basically the exact opposite of the one she'd envisioned he'd fall for in her head, she's understandably…confused. Will she start to appreciate the lovably egotistical blonde for who she is with time, or will Carrie's reception at the Murphy house meet the same fate as a certain ship of special interest to none other than the girl that had the Murphys wrapped around her little finger from day one?  😉

Idea 5: The One With The Pregnancy Test

Okay, this one just totally rips off the scene in Friends where Rachel finds out she's pregnant, but it does have its own fun spin, so I'll go ahead and include it anyway. Basically, everyone's at the cabin in New Hampshire, and Mick, Vivien, Carrie and Miles are all chilling in the kitchen. Carrie goes to grab some milk from the fridge but can't stand the smell of it and starts feeling really nauseous. Miles takes it from her and gives it a sniff-test, but says that it smells fine to him. He offers it to Vivien and she says the same thing: it smells fine. Carrie's majorly weirded out, but that confusion soon turns to complete and utter terror when Mick says that the last time milk smelled weird to her was when she was pregnant. At first Miles thinks Mick's just joking because she knows how much the thought of having kids freaks them out, and says that there's no way of that being possible anyway because they're always careful and Carrie's on birth control. But Mick says stuff like that's never fool-proof and starts telling them about how Lela had to go and get a new prescription of her birth control pill because her batch had been recalled due to the dosage being too low. Carrie, knowing that she takes the same brand, instantly starts to panic because she hadn't heard anything about the recall and immediately goes to check her batch number. Miles tries to calm her down and tell her to not jump to conclusions, but when she's gone, starts freaking out in his own right to Mick and Vivien about how this all just has to be a big coincidence because there's no way he can be a dad. They talk him around a little, and say there's no point in worrying about something that might not even be happening, and eventually send him off to go and talk to Butchy and his brothers to help distract him. Mick and Vivien then go and track down Carrie, who is hyperventilating into her purse as she checks her birth control batch number for the hundredth time, praying that the next time she looks at it it'll be different. Mick tries, and fails, to get her to relax and tries asking her if she's had any other symptoms: but the missed period (which she'd previously chalked up to the stress of a busy work schedule), persistent nausea (which she had thought was just because of Bentley's poor cooking skills), and sore boobs (yeah, she had no explanation for that one) were not making things look good.

Mick finds some old pregnancy tests in her bathroom and convinces Carrie to take one so that she can get a concrete answer before she starts having a total meltdown over a hypothetical, but only if her and Vivien wait around to check on the result with her since she's in no fit mental state to find out that kind of news alone, and she's too nervous to get Miles involved yet, knowing that he'd be just as stressed about the result as her, if not more. As they wait, Carrie starts opening up to Mick and Vivien about why she doesn't want kids, why she doesn't think that she'd be a good mom, and how selfish she feels ince most of it revolves around her own vanity. She confirms what the girls had already been suspecting about Miles' view on it all: how his relationship with his dad basically ruined his desire to take on that role in his own life and saddled him with a fear of one day turning into him if he ever did somehow have kids of his own. But she also expresses a fear that she'd be letting him down by continuing to focus on her career if his views on parenthood ever changed, and worries that he'd forfeit that opportunity for her sake when she knows that, if he was to be put in that position, he'd be an amazing dad - which naturally leads on to her venting about how terrible she thinks she would be as a mom because she cares too much about the way she looks and has such a crazy work life and doesn't have a maternal bone in her body, at least in her mind anyway. Mick and Vivien do their best to reassure her and talk her around to the idea, but before they can get a definite read on her feelings towards the situation, the timer for the test goes off. Carrie makes Vivien read out the results to her; she can't bear to look herself, and Viv says that it's negative. Carrie breathes a  huge sigh of relief, and says that she feels silly for working herself up over nothing, but it doesn't take long for the enormity of everything to hit her. She'd basically already started mentally preparing herself for how different her life would be because of this baby, and had started considering all the good that could come with it (yes, it was in a bid to counteract the bad, but it was still good in its own right), and part of her, although she didn't want to admit it, was starting to not only come around to the idea, but kind of getting excited about it. And even if the test was negative, she still had the problem of what the hell was going on with her body to deal with. So she asks Vivien to check again to be totally sure, which is when she reveals that it was positive all along, and that she knew Carrie would be happy about it deep down, she just wanted to get her to come to that realisation on her own first - which, thankfully, worked wonders! And after the initial shock wears off, all three girls are thrilled by the news…until they realise they now have to go and tell Miles… 

Idea 6: Carrie booking a dream role

Okay, Carrie's acting roles could have their own mega-post entirely, because I have a LOT of plans for storylines she's involved in on Find Your Voice, as well as other projects like Broken Shadows and Chasing Down Chelsea, and a whole slew of other things. One of the big and pretty important Find Your Voice ones is her character's Season 2 romance with Tyrone though, which comes off the back of her Season 1 breakup with Scott (Eric's character). The reason why it's so important is because, in a similar way to how Glee was pretty monumental in the portrayal of gay relationships in TV shows aimed at teens back in the early 2010s, I wanted Find Your Voice to be one of the first mainstream TV shows to properly explore interracial relationships. And like how Kurt and Blaine and Santana and Brittany were a huge deal for Glee, Candace and Tyrone telling the story of a white girl and a black guy falling in love like any of the other couples on the show was a huge deal in the 60s. Carrie's managers were reluctant to let her accept the storyline because of what it might do to her public image, and several of her co-stars had turned it down for fear of being blacklisted from the industry, but Carrie stuck by her beliefs and her and Donny (the guy who plays Tyrone) put their all into their performances, and as a result, they won over the majority. Sure, there were naysayers and protests about them 'corrupting the youth', but most people fell in love with the couple's love story as hard as the characters fell for each other, and cemented their position as series favourites. They made TV history with their on-screen romance, paved the way for generations to come, and won a bunch of TV awards for their performances as they went - but most of all, they became super good friends in the process. That all being said, this idea doesn't involve any of that lmao. It's just important context for her career-wise, and it needed a home somewhere, so I dumped it here haha.

Now, you may remember a brief Metalex and Ultraviolet comic being mentioned in Drive My Car Part 6 (don't worry if you don't, I just hyperfixate on these things lol), and if you do, you may also recall Miles saying that he thought Ultraviolet was one of the most badass superheroes of all time. Well, this idea basically revolves around Miles having a long history with reading these Metalex comics growing up - loving the stories and becoming obsessed with the characters. So when he hears that the studio Carrie works for have bought the rights to turn the franchise into a series of movies, naturally he starts freaking out and begging her for any information she can get, which is only made worse when she finds out that her agent also manages the guy who they've cast as the lead. What she doesn't tell Miles though is that, knowing how much he adores this franchise, she decided to audition for the part of Ultraviolet. By some miracle, after a pretty rigorous audition process, she books the role, and confides in the first person she finds in the house after she's given the news (idk why I picture it being Royce, it could be anyone lol), who is equally as excited about Miles' imminent reaction, knowing that he'll lose his mind when he finds out. She ends up surprising him for his birthday by saying that she managed to talk her agent into giving her one of the promotional posters before the cast list is officially announced, and wrapping it up for him to open. And as I'm sure you can imagine, unrolling that poster to find that his childhood crush is being played on the big screen by his girlfriend, is a pretty huge deal for him. Profanities may have been shouted, tears may have been shed, shits may have been lost. All in all, a pretty successful birthday surprise if you ask me.

Idea 7: Vivien and Carrie's ✨Girl Day✨

I don't know why small-town America fascinates me so much, but I would just love to read about Vivien showing Carrie around her hometown and doing the most mundane everyday stuff you could imagine with her. Like that little snippet of them at the mall in one of your Christmas stories? Drinking boba? I need more of that. I love itttttt. Like them going through a drive-thru and then having a picnic in Vivien's car as she fills Carrie in on all the gossip from her school to get her take on it? How cute and iconic is that? I'm obsessed. 

Idea 8: Pampering Session

This was going to be one of my Christmas one-shots but, as is the theme with me lately, I ran out of time. Buuut, basically it was just going to be a little culmination of a few random little self-care based headcanons I had. Like a major one is Carrie having a super extensive skin-care routine that The Murphys tease her to no end about, but she doesn't care because she loves all her random little lotions and potions and tying her hair back and setting to work on her face every morning and night - it's like her definition of 'me time' lmao. And part of that headcanon is Miles lovingly teasing her about it, but also low-key getting pulled in once she starts introducing him to his own products that he can use too. And whilst at first it's super basic stuff like: look here's some ✨moisturiser✨, it goes on your ✨face✨ to stop it looking like the sAhaRa DeSerT 🤩 and Miles looking at her like: 🤨 ...you sure about that? It progresses to him taking more of an interest - it's only slight, but he at least has a little corner of the bathroom dedicated to his handful of nice products he uses to take care of himself. And, it's mostly to humour Carrie, but there have been a few instances where she's convinced him to do facials with her - it's largely influenced by her teasing him about getting wrinkles, and he always drags his feet at first, but as soon as she starts slathering it on and it feels all nice and cooling he tooooootally relaxes and enjoys it haha. And I loved the little mention of Carrie helping Vivien dye her hair purple in Through The Valley, so I was going to have her barge in on them mid-facial chill-out-time at the cabin, likely watching some trashy reality tv show together (because I feel like they would get so invested in that kind of thing, especially if it's a really shitty one where they could make fun of it together lmao), and ask her for help re-dyeing her hair because Royce is proving to be ✨incompetent✨. Of course Royce and Vivi would tease Miles to death about the facial - but because he was in his ✨relaxation mode✨ he'd be too chilled out to care and would just laugh along with them. And knowing Carrie, as soon as she started working on Vivien's hair and fixing the mess Royce made of it she'd start grilling him about how he thought he was capable of doing this when he can't even take care of his own hair properly. After a lot of protestation, they finally convince Royce to give Carrie's hair care routine a go, with Carrie shouting instructions to him through the bathroom door as he washes his hair lol. And, much to Royce's initial disgruntlement, by the time his hair's dry it looks healthier than it ever has. He grows to appreciate the advice in the long-run though because of how much more defined and silky it makes his curls look once he starts looking after them properly, and because of how crazy his hair now drives Vivien as a consequence lol. Cute, right? If only I'd had more time over Christmas lmaoooo.

Idea 9: Ghost Mrs Murphy

This one probably sounds more ominous than it actually is, but I keep seeing TikToks about people on the verge of death being comforted by loved ones, and then afterwards realising that they weren't actually there because they died x number of years ago. And whilst I don't think there would be any sort of complications surrounding Maisy's birth (because Carrie and Miles are already stressed out enough at the thought of a baby alone, I don't want to put them through anything else lmao), I did have an idea where Carrie starts haemorrhaging and is super out of it, but all she can focus on is this really nice 'nurse' who keeps talking to her and keeping her calm. She reassures her that she's okay and that she's doing great and that her daughter is beautiful, and just basically stops her freaking out until she drifts off to sleep (i.e. passes out lol). When Carrie eventually comes around though, this 'nurse' can't be found, and none of the other nurses or doctors she speaks to seem to know who she's talking about. Miles obviously can't know for sure, because he didn't see what she did, but when he listens to Carrie's description of her, he can't help but have a sneaking suspicion (or at least a fleeting hope) that it might have been his mom :')

Headcanons:

AKA, all the other random little ideas that I have that aren't enough to warrent a full story of their own, but I still wanted to share...

Okay, I feel like this is such a random little thing for me to have latched onto, but I love the fact that Mick loves blistering hot showers. And whilst I feel as though sometimes Mick and Carrie struggle to see eye to eye (at least in TMM they do anyway haha), one thing they can both bond over is their love of lava showers. If they don't leave the bathroom looking like freshly cooked lobsters then what's the point? 

Whilst I feel that generally Carrie gets along better with Bentley, her and Royce have a really similar wicked sense of humour, and if they catch each other in the right mood then they can set each other off laughing for hours. But one thing that both Royce and Bentley can agree on is that Carrie is INCREDIBLY fun to tease, and they do so ruthlessly, at every opportunity possible. Thankfully, she has a good sense of humour though and, even if she doesn't think so in the moment, she'll always be able to see the funny side eventually. 

Royce and Bentley LOVE all the different accents and impressions Carrie can do, they're always so entertained when she whips a new one out of her back pocket, especially if it's unprompted.

When Carrie's pregnant, especially the first time around, she gets really bad morning sickness, like to the point where almost everything makes her at least gag, and Royce (in true sibling-esque-bullying fashion) finds this HILARIOUS, and pushes it to its very limit. Again, thankfully Carrie can also see the funny side of it and entertains the game for a while, but when they discover that the sight colour green alone is enough to make her nauseous it's game over for Royce; he's laughing so hard he needs his inhaler.

The concept of Carrie giving Bentley singing lessons is literally the cutest thing ever to me holy shit. Like little Bentley doing a cover of The Climb like the version in HSMTMTS? Brb I'm crying. 

Once Royce and Carrie's relationship starts to become not terrible, he develops a weird sort of familial protectiveness over her, especially when it comes to stuff people say about her. I only say it's 'weird' because it's not like how he's protective over Vivien or Miles or Bentley, or anyone else in his family, it's like its own entity. And sometimes he doesn't even know why he cares, because both Carrie and Miles got used to ignoring it pretty quickly, but he just can't stand it. Sometimes it's just because the kids in his class are being racist pieces of shit talking about her on-screen relationships, but it's mostly gross, vulgar stuff the guys say about her body or her more 'adult' scenes in certain shows and the stuff they come out with literally makes him sick to his stomach. Maybe it could manifest as Carrie catching him defending her, or maybe he just vents to her about it one day after school, idk. But the weird protectiveness of her that neither of them really understands is such a funny, but well-intentioned little notion to me lmao. 

On a different note, Miles was PETRIFIED at the very thought of meeting Carrie's parents for the first time, and obsessed about it for weeks, but they both absolutely adored him pretty much as soon as he walked through the door, and just immediately jumped to treating him as if he was already part of the family 

And if anything the bond only grows stronger with time - like when Maisy is born, and Carrie's parents visit the hospital for the first time, Carrie's dad goes over to check on Miles and give him a hug before he even thinks about looking at his granddaughter lmao 

And although Royce and Bentley feel super awkward about it at first, Carrie's mom is such a motherly person that she can't help but want to take them under her wing when she first meets them. They're pretty reluctant to open up to her for a while, more so than Miles was anyway, which is totally understandable, but over time, as they get more familiar with her (and she bakes them more and more birthday cakes) they start seeing her as another mother figure (after Aunt Mack though, of course lol)

Miles and Carrie's mom become low-key besties though, like she's always asking Carrie where he is if he's not with her, she's forever baking little treats for Carrie to pass on to him, and she loves filling him on all the drama she has to deal with at her catering gigs because the way he humours her by getting so invested literally makes her day

Carrie does not handle pain well at all. She trapped her finger in her car door once and from the way she reacted Miles thought that her entire hand had been ripped off lmao. But I guess that's to be expected when she's such a drama queen.

On a similar note, she hates any sort of creepy crawlies, especially spiders - and don't even get me started on her reaction to finding out that Riven has a pet lizard. She thinks he's certifiably insane.

And to round off Carrie's dramaticness - she is SUCH a cryer. Like she's such an emotional wreck that she can be laughing her head off one minute and then bawling her eyes out the next. Movies are normally the worst culprit since she's almost guaranteed to cry at something over the course of the 90 mins, which Bentley is incredibly entertained by, but as she spends more and more time in the modern world, TikToks of old people are really proving to be her new downfall.

I love the thought of Miles and Carrie both loving to cook, and both loving to cook for each other, but really struggling to cook together because they both keep wanting to take charge. Usually they can work out a compromise, but sometimes, especially with Carrie's temper as volatile as it is, stubborn bickering can escalate into chaos.

I've definitely mentioned this before but I can SO see Royce owning a cat. He's just a boy who needs a kitty to snuggle with whilst he reads, it's a necessity.

And I think you maybe mentioned this in your Christmas stories, or maybe it was your Hocus Pocus AU, it was definitely one of the two, but I LOVE the idea of Miles driving an old Jeep/truck. Like it's one that's kind of a heap of junk when he buys it, but he loves it to death anyway because he saved up all his own money to get it, and spends hours upon hours fixing it up and making it look like new again hehe.

Idk but I feel like Royce would really be into taking photos. Like he's not quite as artistic as Bentley or Miles, and he can't draw or paint very well, so he turns to taking photographs instead. That, and I feel like he's really sentimental, so I the thought of capturing memories like that would really appeal to him.

I know in your character info posts you mention Vivien getting her appendix out, but idk why I can just so vividly picture Miles getting appendicitis. Like at first he just tries to power through and insists he's fine because he's a 'man', but he taps out after like an hour and can barely move. And then maybe because Viv's been through it before she's like "this is an awful lot like when my appendix went 'boom'" lol, and suddenly everyone's like: hospital. NOW. Idk why I love the thought of that; it's so random. And the thought of Carrie and all the others taking it in turns looking after him afterwards? Ugh. Adorable.

Omg and speaking of your character info posts: I love the thought of, a couple of years down the line, once he's not feeling as financially responsible for Royce and Bentley, Miles being convinced by the others to go back to school to pursue one of the careers he always thought he'd go into. Because Miles as a teacher is such a perfect fit! And Carrie is like soooo not about school for herself, but she'd be super proud of Miles if he went back. Like at his college graduation ceremony she'd be cheering SO loud haha.

Musicals:

Okay, this section is literally just for all the roles I'd love to see our characters play/roles I just think they'd nail, which I feel like is fun because we both love musicals, so why not indulge that a little bit here?

Eponine - whilst I could totally see Carrie nailing On My Own, I really think that Vivien would be a brilliant Eponine if her school were to ever put on Les Mis, especially if Carrie was there to help her. Also, the thought of Vivien and Royce singing A Little Fall of Rain together, especially when I'm still riding the high of all that angst you put them through in Scattered Screams? SO GOOD. And if Vivien is Eponine, Carrie would make a great Fantine, don't you think? Omg and if Viv is Eponine, and Royce is Marius, then wouldn't Riven be perfect for Enjolras? Aaaah, and you could have someone like Erica or Jade playing Cosette and having a running joke with Royce about having to play each other's love interest when they'd both sooner go off with Eponine lmao. Is Scattered Screams influencing this too much? Maybe, but idc it just shows how good it was haha.

Belle - in a similar sort of vein, I feel like Vivien would be a perfect Belle in Beauty and the Beast. Like smart and brave and kind? That is so her! I feel like Carrie's character in Find Your Voice (Candace) would also be a really good Belle because she's a little braniac bookworm, and I've toyed around before with the idea of them putting it on through the show (HSMTMTS-style), but as is the theme with this post, idk where what would ever fit in a story lol. Still, I think this role would be perfect for Vivi if she was ever going to be a leading lady again after Acting School Dropout haha. And I'm sure Carrie would be more than happy to offer up her coaching expertise again haha.

Elle Woods - this will probably be a short one, because I don't feel like I really even need to explain myself but I feel like if Carrie was ever destined to play any role on stage, it would be Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. Ditzy and girly, but determined enough to put her mind to something and succeed with flying colours? That's Carrie all over! And Miles would literally never do it, but how perfect would he be as her Emmett? And with Eric as Warner? Oh my god I could die. 

Regina George - purely for the iconic vocals and how good she would be at playing a bitchy villain like this, Carrie would kill it as Regina George. 

Elphaba & Glinda - Mick & Carrie are such a good match for these two, and whilst I feel like Carrie would make a great Elphaba vocal-wise, the only person that I feel could be the Glinda opposite her Elphie would be Juliet

Evan & Zoe - this one only really came to me as I was putting this post together but how good would Royce and Vivien be for these roles?

Heather Chandler, Heather Duke, and Heather McNamara - played by Carrie, Molly and Juliet respectively, especially in the context of TMM; they give me major Heathers vibes there, but that's never happening in that AU lmao

And just to tag this on the end here, the thought of Kona, Vivien & Carrie singing each of the three Fionas through the ages in I Know It's Today makes me so happy

Fancy dress costumes:

Again, I have no idea how I'd fit any of these fancy dress ideas into stories, especially the first two since they're for my TMM AU and there is no excuse for the characters to dress up in that plot, but these ideas are too good not to share…

Concept 1: The Mystery Gang from Scooby Doo

Just picture this: it's Halloween at All Skate and these guys are working their shift dressed like this: Ethan is Shaggy, Mick is Velma, Miles is Fred, Carrie is Daphne and Midge is Scooby (yes, Midge, not Barney, it'll make sense later on, I promise). How perfect is that?! I literally could have screamed when I first thought of this and how much potential is wasted by a lack of a Halloween plot. But hopefully the mental image is entertaining enough on its own haha. 

Concept 2: The Wizard of Oz

Again, picture it's Halloween at All Skate and the group are attempting yet another group costume with: Mick as Dorothy, Ethan as the scarecrow, Miles as the tin man, Carrie as the cowardly lion and Midge in a little basket as Toto.

Was this mostly fuelled by me realising that Mick would pull off a Dorothy costume ridiculously well? Maybe. But how well does it work for all the others too? Like Ethan might as well have straw for brains anyway, Miles is so stressed about his brothers he always struggles to loosen up and have any fun, and Carrie's huge mane of curls was practically destined for this costume. It's PERFECT.

Concept 3: Miles and Carrie

And then I just have a few couples costume ideas for Miles and Carrie, because I feel like with Carrie being an actress and practically dressing up on the daily anyway, she'd take Halloween very seriously. First of all, and quite possibly my favourite, how good would they be as Kermit and Miss Piggy??? I CAN'T BREATHE, even their dynamic is perfect for it! And it's such a fun, silly concept, I love it. Perhaps a prettier and a little more normal option would be Rapunzel and Flynn Rider because Miles' floppy brown hair and Carrie's insane blonde hair are just screaming for it lmao. But also, because they're both always down for fun above all else, they're not afraid to rock up in outfits as iconic as this too.

Concept 4: Carrie and Eric

Okay, I'll admit that this was heavily influenced by the new Barbie movie trailer that was released, but how iconic would Carrie and Eric be as Barbie and Ken? They'd be perfect! And I know based on what I've already written about Eric, he hasn't been painted in the best light, but his relationship with Carrie up until their break-up was actually pretty good - and with where the story is atm in TMM, it's actuually pretty healthy as well (I just don't know if I've done a good enough job at showing that yet lmao). They really did genuinely care a lot about each other, and had a bunch of fun together since they're naturally both pretty goofy characters (as you would expect from two actors who specialise in comedic roles). It was just an unfortunate set of circumstances really with the whole cheating scandal and Eric being a dumb, reckless twenty year-old. He never meant to hurt Carrie in the way he did, the fame just got to his head from all his newfound attention and, because he thought he was invincible, he stopped thinking about the consequences to his actions. That mentality soon came back to bite him though haha. Anyway, tangent over! I think I'm probably the only person that cares about that anyway lol. But back to my main point: they would have 100% killed a Barbie and Ken costume - Eric is perfect himbo material for Ken and Carrie would have such a fun ditzy, but super determined, take on Barbie. Whether it was for a couples costume, or as actual roles in a movie back in their universe, they're nailing it in my mind lmao.

Songs:

Here's just a bunch of songs that I have saved on my story inspo playlist that either make me think of our characters, or have entire little scenarios planned around them, that otherwise would sit in my head forever…

Doomsday - Okay, this one freaked me out when I first heard it because of how perfectly this fits, but literally every time I listen to it it makes me think of Vivien in your Through The Valley story, but specifically in that period at the end where she's waiting for Mick and Royce and the others to come back from Canada and slowly losing her hope of them ever returning. Like I always picture Vivien just trying to go about her daily life, listening to this to get her through, and her and Carrie belting out the bridge as they drive across these big, barren, open roads to get out their frustration about being left behind. And the fact that she literally says 'you did it on Halloween' when they left at the end of October??? It. Fits. So. Well.

No Time To Die - I don't know why this gives me such Scattered Screams vibes, but it just does. Like the intrigue but the promise of danger idk, I love it. I've got an idea for where I could use Skyfall, but that involves Carrie and her Chasing Down Chelsea show, which is so niche I won't even bother explaining it, but just the thought of her slinking around a party full of dangerous, wealthy people in a silky dress with a hit on someone to fulfil before she's hunted down by an intelligence agent she knows for a fact is also a guest there - ugh, it's so cool. I just love the concept of someone being dressed up so glamorously but being so badass at the same time haha

Taylor Swift: There are SO many Taylor Swift songs that I feel would work so well for Carrie (like Bejeweled, Karma and Anti-Hero all fit her vibe perfectly), but also Miles and Carrie's relationship too…

Style is one, particularly the chorus, that just makes me think of them both instantly. Like you can't tell me that chorus doesn't fit them both to a T. Plus it feeds into my headcanon that Miles' sense of style and confidence in the way he dresses sky-rocketed after he started dating Carrie, so I love it hehe.

Red is one that will be VERY important in a story I have yet to mention in this post, because I'm still holding out hope that I'll get to write it one day. But this song features heavily and proves to be a pretty pivotal moment in their relationship. And again, every time I listen to it, those two are immediately who I think of. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and All Out Of Love also play big roles in that story, but like I said, I'm still hoping that I'll get around to writing it one day, so I don't want to give too much away too early. But that might at least give you a bit of a vibe of the theme lol.

Paper Rings is one that I first listened to after you said that you had a prompt in mind for it and holy shit, idk if the prompt was about Miles and Carrie, but they are ALL I can think of when I listen to it now. It fits Carrie's adoration of him, and her willingness to give up her flashy/dressy lifestyle in the blink of an eye if he needed her to brilliantly. God, it's so cute, I love it.

Burning Love - There's no real story behind this one, I just love the thought of Vivien visiting the Wet Side Story world and stepping out of the machine for the first time, and immediately being hit by the scent of the beach, the sound of the waves, and this song floating along on the breeze from nowhere, simply because it's one big musical lmao. Like a little montage of her discovering their world and seeing everyone going about their daily business (spotting the surfers waxing their boards, seeing Butchy working on his bike, watching Kona playing volleyball with her friends, waving to Carrie and Miles as they catch some rays, running into Royce and Bentley riding their bicycles down the boardwalk), all set to this song, would be so cute. 

Keep Driving - I've definitely already mentioned my idea to do a series of Carrie and Miles one-shots based on the lyrics of this song, but I thought I'd throw it in here anyway, because I love it so much and wanted it to have a good home haha.

Mine & Landslide - I'll keep it simple with these two, because I can't elaborate just yet. But picture this: an AU of Carrie singing these to/with someone, where 📢spoiler alert📢 it's not Miles lmao. For extra context, there's a reason why they're the Glee versions of the songs lol.

Freak - I have no idea how I'd work this into any story, but every time I listen to this song I think of Carrie in some sort of Hunger Games/dystopian-esque AU where she has this picture-perfect image, and she's all sweet and nice one minute, and then as soon as she loses her temper/shit hits the fan she flips a switch and her nasty side comes out. Maybe she's provoked, maybe she doesn't know she's doing it (like some sort of Peeta situation in Mockingjay, where the Capitol are controlling him), idk, I just have not nearly utilised her insane temper enough, and the prospect is so tempting.

Uninvited - I thought I'd throw this in here because it was almost included in Drive My Car part 6, right after Carrie's let Seacat down but before Miles plucks up the courage to go over to talk to her. And it was basically just going to be Miles imagining her singing this to him to sort of test his feelings for her, but I cut it to stop myself from dragging the damn thing out to be even longer than it already was. I love the song, it just didn't need to be in there, you know? But I thought it'd still be fun to include here so that the idea isn't completely lost to time haha.

Maybe This Time & Cabaret - I've got no real concept for these songs either, other than them being used in a story that's set, again, in some sort of dystopian-esque AU where Carrie has this perfect image to upkeep, but as the life she always knew starts crumbling around her, that perfect facade starts to crack as she starts to go off the deep end…

Green Green Dress - Another very rough concept for this one, but just picture Miles and Carrie (a little tipsy) singing this together before they go out for the night. It can be before a date, before some premiere for Carrie's job, or even a party, it doesn't matter to me. I just love the thought of them goofing around all love-drunk and actual-drunk, singing this to each other.

What Do You Know About Love? - Okay, I actually have somewhat of an idea for this one, as weird as it may be. It's an AU where Miles meets Carrie stranded by the side of the road after a huge snowstorm where her car skidded into a snowbank and is now stuck there. She's not even remotely dressed for the weather because the beach is all she's ever known, and she's trying to get to a tv studio to continue the promo tour for some new show she's on, where she stars opposite some guy she's basically been shoe-horned into a fake relationship with. She naively believes it, but she barely knows anything about the guy, and he never wants to spend any time with her unless there are cameras around. Miles tries to get through to her, despite thinking she's a total spoilt airhead, and after digging out her car to no avail, failing to fix it, and then trekking through the snow for hours, when Mrs Murphy, Royce and Bentley finally come to the rescue, and Mrs Murphy offers to take Carrie where she needs to go, Miles all too quickly finds out that he's become awfully attached to the ditzy diva…And isn't quite ready to say goodbye. 

You Oughta Know - I don't quite know how I'd set this up in any story, but I just love the concept of Carrie trying her best to keep her cool around Eric and Molly once they start officially dating, but then ultimately losing her temper with him and just belting this in his face. Maybe like backstage at an awards show or something for some extra drama? I've got no clue. Like I said before, I just like the thought of angry Carrie and I have not utilised her enough thus far lmao. 

Supermassive Black Hole - You probably thought that I'd forgotten all about your Ordinary Human AU, but every time I hear this song I think about how cool a superhero montage would be set to this. And since one of Carrie's powers in that story was manipulating sound, I just love the thought of her grabbing random songs and using them as backing music in her practice battles at the training centre, especially because it pisses Butchy off since he thinks she's not taking it seriously. But like how cool would this be? She could bounce the audio back and forth between her opponent's ears, make the lights start strobing through the chorus, and then if she's teaming up with Miles he could start manipulating time and shit to speed things up or slow things down to fit with the music, or start conjuring stuff to make their opponents think they're seeing things. Random, I know. But it's what I think of every time I hear the song lmao, and I thought you might appreciate knowing that.

Lay All Your Love on Me - I just would love to see Miles and Carrie recreate this in the early days of their relationship, like when people at the beach start realising that there's something going on between them. At first they don't let on that something's up, no matter how much everyon tries to get it out of them, but by the end they can't keep their hands off each other (as usual lmao). So fun!

Ain't No Doubt About It - This is cheesy as hell, but how cute would it be for Miles and Carrie to flaunt their movie musical universe roots when visiting Mick's world and just burst into a rendition of this when asked by Vivien if they're aware of/worried about Royce and Bentley's determination to break them up? 

At Last - There is very little else to this idea other than I love the thought of Carrie and Miles singing this at Mick and Butchy's wedding, especially if Miles had flat-out refused to sing anything when they had initially asked him, only for him to turn around and surprise them with this.

I Want It All - Basically I just really want Carrie to sing this with someone, but in the current AU I'm working most of this from, I think the only person I could see it making sense with would be Juliet. I could see it happening, and I could totally make it work, I just don't know where I'd ever put it lmao. But it's too over-the-top and cheesy for Carrie not to perform, like come onnnnn.

TikToks:

And finally, here's basically all the tiktoks I've saved as potential story ideas that will never meet their full potential, or ones that just remind me of our characters. I thought this might be a fun way to round the post out hehe...

Okay, idk if you've ever seen this guy on TikTok but literally every time he pops up he reminds me of Miles, and I don't even fully know why. I feel like ever since I first noticed it I've been subconsciously been making my take on his character more and more interested in playing the guitar, to the point now where it's becoming one of his defining characteristics. Like I just imagine him jamming out like this to random songs all the time. And on top of that - I feel like he kind of looks like Miles too - at least how I imagine him anyway with the blue eyes and floppy light brown hair. I know you already have a bunch of faceclaims for Miles, but I think he has the right vibes to slot somewhere onto the list lmao. Either way, just know that every time this guy pops up on my fyp, Miles is the first person I think of, without fail haha.  Similarly, this is Royce once he starts getting good at the guitar. And I know Ethan is my OC, and he's only appeared in the few parts of TMM I've posted so far, so you might not really care about this - but he is OBSESSED with music, especially the electric guitar, and this kid is EXACTLY how I imagine Ethan would have played this at his age - he still would now tbh lmao, he's just that invested in the music. Moving on from guitars, lol, just imagine a modern All-Skate-esque AU with Carrie and Ethan goofing off at work and surprising Vivien with this after they find out she's obsessed with the Titanic. Again, super random, but this is what's bouncing around in my head all day lmao.

Concept behind this one: in true Sam Evans from Glee style, when faced with the prospect of being lonely while Carrie is away on long shoots across country/abroad, Miles decides to adopt a puppy to keep him company, and in this case, that puppy just so happens to be the canine version of the very girlfriend he's worried about missing - OR, as an alternative to this, Miles just gets the canine version of himself.

This is very Butchy/Miles-core with them both being mechanics lmao

This is so Bentley with his niece and nephews when Miles and Carrie start having kids (at least in my universe of them anyway lol). He always has the best intentions when babysitting them, but every time they start misbehaving he just panics and stares at them like: 👁️👄👁️ what. are. you. doing???

Staying in that same AU, this is 100% Miles with Maisie. And it's already cute and very on-brand with the video being Dirty Dancing, but just imagine how much cuter it could be if she was making him reenact something like this with her but it was Carrie on the TV instead. OUCH! 

idk where my headcanon for Kona being insanely good at martial arts came from (at least in my TMM AU anyway), but I'm pretty sure this tiktok is partially to blame. Like she can be all cute and innocent and make you a friendship bracelet one minute, and then the next she can flip you over her shoulder like you're made of paper. I love to think that she gets Miles to help her practice too because I'm still not over how cute their bond was in Glory & Gore - but also, I can't stop thinking about Ethan hearing about it one day and totally underestimating her, leading to him making a bet with Miles that he doesn't think Kona would be able to get him on the ground - cue Kona taking literally one look at him and knocking him flat on his ass in about three seconds, leaving Miles laughing his ass off. 

Again, staying in the TMM AU, Ethan 100% showed Bentley this when he was a little kid and got the exact same reaction 

Carrie and Ethan's interactions with each other because they have such a hilariously chaotic dynamic - and by the end of TMM 1, sort of Mick and Ethan's interactions too (kind of a spoiler, kind of not, but we move - anyway, it's your birthday, you deserve it lmao)

Continuing with the TMM theme, as a way of summarising Miles and Ethan's friendship, coming up with shit like this is EXACTLY what they do when they're bored at work

In some AU somewhere, Vivien would SO do this for Miles with Carrie lmao

Since I never really explore Tanner and Carrie's relationship, here's a little window into it where, in true twin sibling fashion, they have been forced by their mom to be nice to one another for one

Okay, I've seen a bunch of compilations of these guys on TikTok and maybe it's just the fact that they're three brothers but every time I see them goofing off like this I always think that this is how unhinged Miles, Royce and Bentley would get if they were left alone together for too long lmao. Like they love each other to death but oh my god they can get on each other's nerves and be stupid like any other siblings.

Again, another multi-example one because my fyp is FULL of these guys, but the dynamic they have gives me such Miles and Ethan vibes - Miles is Joe, Ethan is Frank, and whilst most of the time Miles is just in despair at how Ethan has made it this far in life being the way he is, there are way too many instances where they both just revel in being absolute idiots together.

Suuuuper random headcanon but ever since Vivien showed her an ASMR video like this on her phone, Carrie became OBSESSED with them. I like to think it's because she's so in tune with her hearing because of all her music stuff she does, but she is just so fascinated by it that she could watch them for hours. And she gets so excited and tries to show them to Miles when they're just laying in bed together or chilling out on the sofa and he's always just like: 🤨 ...and???? But she LOVES the little brain tingles it gives her, and Vivien finds it hilarious. Maybe Royce is the only one that can kind of understand where she's coming from because he's got his sensitive hearing, but it has to be the right kind of video or he has to rip his headphones out. Like if it's someone whispering into the microphone and they have that whistle thing going on? Absolutely not, he's yeeting that phone across the room. 

Miles with Carrie's Velvet Sunrise friends. That will make sense after Acting School Dropout part 3, I promise lol.

Okay, this works SO well if you stick with the idea from WAY back where Mick and Butchy name their son after Miles. BUT, even though they don't name any of their kids after family members besides Miles' mom, I could totally just see this being Bentley meeting Miles and Carrie's first kid.

Concept here: Miles cheering Carrie up whilst she's on her period having super bad cramps and when she's finally been doped up on enough pain meds to not be curled into a lifeless heap on the couch, they start goofing around like this as she tries to explain to him what she's having to go through because Miles is CLUELESS. Or, this is just one of their many random lunchtime activities back when they car-shared before dating, and would find any excuse whatsoever to go hangout together. Like Carrie gets wind that Miles doesn't know what a tampon does and just drops all her plans for the day to go show him lmao.

Very Carrie-coded.

Miles and Carrie's relationship in a nutshell.

More will come from Carrie's downtown apartment in Acting School Dropout but as a little insight, she would totally have a cool, fancy ice drawer like this (which leaves Royce and Bentley bAfFLeD) - and the decor is very this & this because she needs an escape from all the testosterone in the Murphys' house, and just because she has a really fun, colourful sense of style anyway haha.

Okay, I'll leave it here with this one, because I'm itching so badly to get back to working on TMM, but just imagine this transition with Royce, Vivien, Bentley and Kona on one side and Miles, Carrie, Mick and Ethan on the other. UGHHHHH. I LOVE IT. 

So yeah, I know it might not be the most interesting of posts, but hopefully it was still a nice little surprise to help you celebrate and make you smile today!

Also, I'm so sorry about this being late, I stayed up editing it until like 2:30am, and I was 14/16 pages deep when my laptop decided to spontaneously shut down. 🤦 And to save me rushing through it again and being all grumpy and half-assing it, I thought I'd get some sleep and try again in the morning. And it worked because I had so much more fun coming back to this with fresh eyes lol.

But yes, that's finally it! I might come back and add stuff to this as and when I get any new ideas, but for now I'd love to hear what you think of what I've got so far if anything peaks your interest haha. And like I said before, because you always bring me so much joy with your stories, I hope I was able to do the same for you today with this ridiculous jumble of the inner-workings of my imagination haha. Happy belated birthday! 🎉