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lucrativesoul · 11 months

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The Assistant

summary: you have been promoted within the police headquarters, and your new position is the assistant of none other than Leon S. Kennedy. the ever alluring man has you weak in the knees.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

word count: 9.9k

warnings: smut, boss x employee, very brief mention of smoking, very vague drug mention.

a/n: yay i'm posting it :3 using this photo cause i couldn't stop thinking of noir leon while writing this (brainrot) i didn't originally intend for this to be so long but here we are... this was different than what i'm used to writing but it was so much fun! already in the process of a second fic! enjoy yall

“So… I’m not fired?”

Standing in front of your boss’ desk, you were genuinely surprised by the words out of her mouth. For some reason, for the last few weeks, you had a hunch that you were about to get sacked. The office had been slowly getting emptied out, of boxes full of documents, of equipment, hell, even of people, and you were positive you were next.

She had just called out into her office, a mere twenty steps away from your desk where you worked, or used to work, now, in the dingy yellow room with foggy windows and no working AC. You took a deep breath, thinking this was it, getting ready to add this to the list of ‘Previous Employment’ on your resume, when all she had simply told you was that you were going upstairs.

She laughed curtly. “No, you aren’t. They need you upstairs. You’ll be better off up there.”

You slowly nodded your head, trying to keep most of the confusion off of your face. “So, sorry to ask, but, what about down here?”

You had been here for just shy of a year at this point, and they placed you in one of the ground floor offices of the five story buildings sorting out random court documents, for whatever reason, they were always needed for something incomprehensible. You didn’t question it, you just did it, because you got paid to. Yes, the fluorescents gave you occasional migraines and stepping into the fresh air at the end of the day made you feel reborn, but it was just busy work, and there were much worse jobs to do.

“They’re cleaning us out. We’re all still here, just… relocated.” You nodded, at least relieved to know that your old deskmates weren’t ruthlessly fired. She handed a manila folder over to you, and when you flipped it open, there was only one piece of paper inside. You’ve learned to not be surprised by confusing things such as this. “Mr. Anderson of the top floor has recently been relieved of his position.” Ouch, you thought. Poor soul. “His position had been freed and with no new applicants, they were looking inward. I appreciate your work here and your employment history shows some experience in the assistance department, so I suggested you as a candidate. They want you up there.”

Your stomach sank, and your best friend’s voice rang out through your head. “You can’t lie about past employment, idiot! They can check!” Well, you held back a sigh, they definitely didn’t check.

“Wow, I… Thank you. But, sorry. That I’m leaving.”

She merely shook her head. “Still here. This office will be gone soon enough. Between us, I’ve been praying for this day.” With that, she dismissed you, and after swiping the few personal items off your desk and into your bag, you headed home.

This single paper had stumped you all night. You sat at your table after eating (barely, you were too nervous about starting a basically new job the next day), and decided to review the content of it before retiring for the night. It was quite simple: it listed the job description, ‘Executive Assistant’, it listed the location, ‘5F, 505’, and your new boss’ name, ‘Leon S. Kennedy, Exec. Agent’.

You had honestly not heard this name before. You should know everyone who works there, considering the nature of the police headquarters, but you were often forgotten down in the basement, no one too important worked down there, besides your boss, or old boss now, who had connections to all other departments. Everyone got there before you and left after you. Could be at the same time, but you often tuned it out, needing the sweet release of your home. You wondered why she volunteered you up for this. Maybe she was sympathetic about the setting you had to work in for someone your age.

You went to bed after deciding there was no hidden detail in the few lines of script on the sheet. You would just have to wait and see.

Figuring the gray dress pants and white, long sleeve mock neck that you threw on this morning were good enough, you left the house early enough to prepare by buying a coffee. Being stuffed into the basement had its perks, eventually everyone had caught on to the idea that they just needed you guys down there to do what they didn’t want upstairs, and you and your coworkers had found the thin cracks in which you could push the dress code a little. No, leggings weren’t permitted, but they were on the days your slacks were dirty and when you put a dress shirt and sweater on over it. You were sure your boss noticed, but said nothing anyway. Clearly, it didn't put a dent in what she thought of you.

You had to at least try today though, as you had no idea what it would be like to work on the top floor. You had no idea what kind of a person Agent Kennedy was, and you weren’t going to chance anything on the first day. You had played it safe when you first started here and it paid off, so fingers crossed it could pay off again.

After a few deep breaths, you popped the door open and headed into the building. Usually, you could park in the back and take the lower level entrance, which was essentially the one and only way into the basement that wasn’t from the service elevator, but you went in through the front today. You ignored the tightening of your stomach and climbed the stairs.

“Can I help you?” A man stood from the front desk at your arrival. You started reaching for the ID card you carried on a lanyard, stuffed into your pocket.

“Yes, I work here.” He reached out for your ID, not believing your truth.

He raised an eyebrow. “The basement entrance is in the back of the building.” He handed it back and went to sit down.

“Yes, I know, I was moved. I’m going upstairs.” You handed him the manila folder before he could ignore you further. He raised an eyebrow again after looking at the small paper.

“Alright, Anderson’s replacement. Fifth floor, to the right.” He motioned to his left to the elevator, and only then did you let him sit back down.

You took the walk to the elevator as a chance to survey the room. You hadn’t been over here very often. You made a few trips up here a few months ago, but you didn’t look around much, only headed to the confidential files room to move information. The floor was a sleek black tile, shiny as ever, and the room was lit well due to the large windows at the front of the building. It didn't look like a headquarters building. You told yourself it wasn’t to calm your nerves.

Swallowing the last of the anxiety, you stepped out onto the fifth floor. It was simply a hallway, all black, but the windows at the end made the space seem larger, and not so dark. To the right, you remember the man telling you. Your footsteps were reverberating off of the walls, matched with the pounding of your blood flow in your ears.

The corridor opened up to a wider room, inhabited by a handful of other people. One of them spotted your arrival, and walked over.

“Good morning, I’m–”

“Yes, right over here. Glad to see you.” You were taken aback for a moment, They already know me? You thought, as you followed the young man to a large desk on the left side of the wall, facing inward to the foyer. You were sitting in front of floor to ceiling windows, across the room was the same setup with a few smaller desks, people scuttling back and forth on their own side. You turned back to thank the man, when your heart fluttered in relief.

“Thank you,-- Oh, my gosh, Brett, you work up here now?” Brett was an old deskmate that had left the small office three months ago. You didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, but the last day that you saw him you remember eating lunch on his desk with another coworker who sat in front of you two. You were saddened by his loss, but now absolutely relieved to have a familiar face.

“I know, right? They said you were coming. I’m glad you got out next. It’s better up here.” He let you put your stuff down and get settled, before telling you what your next moves should be. “He’s in a meeting right now, but he wanted to meet you once you got here. Don’t be nervous, but brace yourself. He’s serious. Mostly. I’ve seen him smile once, but he’s nice to the rest of us. Hopefully more to you.”

After a few more minutes of small talk, he left you on your own, and you passed the time getting used to the surroundings while waiting for your new boss to be out of his meeting. Early for a meeting, you thought, but then again, it didn’t take a whole team for one person to make a conference call.

There was a momentary beep sound that came from Brett’s desk, and he picked up the phone. He said one thing into it before hanging up. He turned to you. “He’s ready.”

The nerves came back, but at the comforting thought that there was at least one person you knew out here, you tried your best to look forward to just sitting back down at your desk.

You were about to knock, but figured otherwise since he had directly asked for your presence. You walked up to the large double doors, and pulled them open.

His back was to you when you closed the door behind you. Walking closer, you stopped a few paces away, observing him for a brief second. He had a white dress shirt on and a gray vest. He looked quite large from where you stood, and you were sure that he was at least 6 feet tall, probably taller. He was messing with some papers on his desk, and you took a quick breath before speaking.

“Good morning, sir.” You stood tall, shoulders back, hands clasped behind yourself. Don’t cross your arms in front of you, you recall trying to retrain your habits, you look insecure. He turned around.

You swallowed hard. Jesus Christ, there were no tips on that blog on what to do when your boss is straight out of People Magazine’s sexiest men alive. His ash blonde hair was pushed back off of his forehead, showcasing his sturdy bone structure, a deep, furrowed brow that lacked any wrinkles, and high cheekbones with a sharp jawline. Straight nose, strong chin, and shoulders the size of, well, you. Maintaining eye contact was a challenge.

You saw him give you a quick once over, all the way down and back up your body again, so brief like it never happened at all. You were itching to pull your arms back in front of yourself.

“Good morning.” He took one step closer to you, held out his hand, and you gingerly took it. His hand was rough, yet the handshake was gentle. “Agent Leon Kennedy.” He lowered his hand and put it in his pocket. His other hand was holding a file. “I hope once you are comfortable here we will work well together.”

You gave a tight smile, forcing your face to make it look natural. You were sure it didn’t. “I look forward to working with you.” Your voice was a lot breathier than intended.

The corner of his mouth twitched in a hidden smirk. Leon could definitely tell you were nervous. It was a big part of his job, after all. He handed the file over to you. “Just run these for a while. Find me when you finish them.” You took the folder. He stood there momentarily, watching you. “You can relax a little. I’m not going to kill you.” He stalked back over to his desk and sat down, attention still on you.

You mumbled while flipping through the file. Attempting to lighten the mood, “I would, but smoking is not allowed in the building.”

“That will kill you, you know.” His voice was light. He took the joke well.

You closed it and looked back up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “Would you prefer if I drank myself stupid, then?” He said nothing, and just smiled at you. Yours grew wider. “I’ll see you soon with this, sir.” You turned and left.

The day passed with ease. It was no difficult task to focus, now that the nerves were buried and you knew what it was that you had to be doing. Lunch with the others came and went, and it took you a fair chunk of your day to run the files he handed over. It was similar to what they had you doing in the basement, but the addition of sunlight unobstructed by dirty windows made it seem like a fun job.

You had attempted humor with Leon within the first few minutes of meeting him. You probably shouldn’t have, but no one in your life could force you to give up making jokes in serious situations. That’s just how you operated. Leon didn’t seem to care. He actually smiled. Brett had told you he rarely does that, and you made him after only a minute. It honestly had your heart racing all day.

With only an hour left in the day, you packed up the papers Leon had given you along with some new printed ones. You knocked on the door this time, and opened it when he beckoned you in.

“Sorry it took me so long. Little more labor intensive than I’m used to.” He took the file you were handing over, and put it on his desk without looking inside. He was sitting turned toward the computer on his desk, and though he told you to come in, you hoped you weren’t interrupting anything.

“Thank you. No more of that librarian sorting you were all doing down there.” So, he knows. It was no secret you were sure, but you were still surprised that he knew you worked in the building at all. Leon turned his attention back to his desk for a moment, and you stood there, head tilted slightly to view what he was looking at. He turned back to you, and your head snapped up to make eye contact. “I have nothing else for you right now. Boring day for you to start. You can go home. Tomorrow, if you don’t mind, I’m going to have you review some portfolios and slides I have, so you can become familiar with the content. I have some meetings coming up later in the week, or next, there's a good chance you’ll be coming with me.” he swiveled himself around and grabbed a stack of papers sitting on top of a file cabinet, held together with a paperclip. “Just put this on your desk for now, for the morning.” It was something along the lines of criminal justice and related business strategies. This would be a doozy.

“Of course, sir. As you wish.” You took a step back to leave. “Thanks for the early day.” You sent a halfhearted smile his way. He didn’t reflect it, but his eyes were soft.

After a few seconds of holding your stare, he said, “Already better than Anderson. I like you.”

Your stomach tightened, and you had to force yourself to breathe normally. “I hope I can continue to please, then.” You felt his stare hot on your back as you left, but you remained composed. Once, and only once, the doors were shut, you shakily exhaled, and quickly packed up to leave.

The week went by with a pace you were never used to with your job. You found yourself excited to come to work, excited to see Leon. If you had known you worked in the same building this whole time, you would have been begging your old boss to get moved.

It was a rather tame week, and you weren't sure if it was because there was no work, or this is just what the workload was always like here. It was now Friday, you sat at your desk going through a database page for the assignment you had to review before the meeting Leon had said you were attending. It definitely made you nervous, this was past your parameters and you hadn’t had any sort of experience with something this serious. At least, that’s what you thought it would be. You needed to be prepared for that so you didn’t look incompetent for this job that you only just got.

Resting your chin on your hand with the other slowly scrolling through the page with the mouse, you cocked your head and looked up when Leon suddenly appeared in front of you. You shot a smile at him.

“Were you in a meeting?” He stood so tall from this angle with you sitting down, and your neck almost hurt looking up at him.

“Yeah, light work though.” He held onto a file with his left hand. The right was in his pocket. He turned briefly to look behind him at the others who worked in the small lobby. “So, about that meeting next week,” you nodded, shifting your posture now. “It’s Monday morning. I just need you to be there to help with any outside communications like other appointments since it might be a while. I sent this to you–” He motioned to your computer, which was the PDF you had been reading from his email. “In case something happened to mine for whatever reason. God forbid...” He mumbled, partially rolling his eyes. You chuckled. “Good for you to know it though.”

“I figured. This is also light work.” You cocked a smile, and he repeated the action. “As long as I’m not being expected to execute the whole presentation, I think I can serve well to take calls for you.”

A quiet laugh rumbled out from him. “That’s all I need you for. It’s not here,” He leaned onto your desk with one arm, and you had to desperately peel your eyes away from the way his veins flexed in his forearm. The image was already burned into your brain. “It’s in the branch a couple cities over, so… If you would like to meet me somewhere over here,” You tried to swallow at the implication, but your throat was suddenly so dry. “You know, to make it easier.”

You drew in a breath. “Of course,” You put your hands into your lap so he wouldn't see you nervously wringing your fingers together. “How did you know about my minor driving anxiety?” You playfully quirked an eyebrow at him.

He smiled. “Intuition. Or my job training.” He stood up straight now. You found yourself wishing he wouldn't leave. “You can leave at three with the rest of them today. I’ll see you on Monday.” You only released the breath you were holding when he was safely behind the confines of his office doors.

The weekend allowed a little relaxing, but mostly anxiety the close it came to Monday. You were finding it increasingly difficult to stop thinking about Leon. This whole week felt like a dream. Your body felt hot anytime you were alone in his office, or anytime he merely stopped at your desk to drop something off. You felt so small next to him, and almost struggled to form coherent thoughts when you had to speak to him. Your eyes thoroughly raked his body up and down when he was turned, his broad expanse of back and shoulders nearly turned your brain to slush. He always smelled like crisp cologne, something expensive, it had to be.

You found yourself thinking too often about the way he looked at you. It was a stare that wasn't something you were used to receiving on a daily basis. There was something else… His gaze was dark and luring. Like he knew what you were thinking. Like when you two made eye contact, he knew he was the object of your fantasy.

Which, yes, it had only been a week, but you had to admit, you had never seen anyone this attractive before. And here you were, working for him. It only made your skin heat up more at the knowledge that it was forbidden. It heightened the experience every time you had to see him. That was your boss, and he sure did have that power over you. The conversations you had with him bordered on strictly work, but you were dying to see another side of him. The smirk he gave you when you made him laugh had your stomach twisting in a way that lasted long after the interaction was over. Every time you said something that gave him that reaction, you needed to make it happen again. It felt like a new addiction that developed way too fast. You wondered if he could tell. You at least tried to be subtle about it.

A shiver raked through your body as you stood outside of your car early that Monday morning. It wasn’t that cold, but you didn't think the weather was the reason you were shivering. You had arrived at headquarters to meet with Leon, as he offered to take you over to another city's department for his meeting. The aforementioned shiver happened immediately after turning and seeing Leon in the same outfit as you saw when you first met him.

His button down shirt strained on his biceps when he moved, and the gray vest sat perfectly on his waist, making you realize exactly how his frame would look underneath his clothes. You had to push this aside as he motioned you to come over to his car.

It was a sleek black sedan, which made sense for who he was. You felt shielded from the world as you closed the door, the tint locking you in next to your boss, who was insanely close to you, and you feared could hear your frantic heartbeat.

He placed a few files on your lap and you let them sit there for the time being. “I was going to get you coffee, but I didn't know how you would take it.”

You held back a smile at the thought of Leon thinking of you this morning. “It’s okay, but thanks. I already had some.” You saw Leon nod out of your peripheral, and you could only look forward, knowing you might stare if you turned your head.

“But you take…” Leon prompted. He’s curious anyway? Is he expecting to do it in the future? You could have exploded.

After rattling off the basics of what you drink, he replied, “Sounds very sweet.” You laughed and nodded. “I don't know about all that. Maybe I’ll try it out.”

“You don’t strike me as the type to be into sweet things.” You risked a look over, and when you did, he mirrored the action with a grin on his face.

“You’d be surprised.”

Thankfully, you were very relieved at the end of the day when the meeting went by with minimal interaction on your part. You were introduced to some of the other important players in the legal game that knew Leon, and sat off to the side with one of the files he handed you. Despite most of the information going over your head, you still paid attention, at least to make Leon look good and show that you were a competent assistant.

The sun was close to setting by the time you filed back out into the lot, trailing right behind Leon. Slipping into his passenger’s seat, he followed a second after, and you felt your body physically relax knowing the stressor of the week was now defeated.

“Not so bad, right?” He spoke without looking over, shifting gear and taking off.

“Are they always this long? Maybe I should plan ahead and bring multiple drinks with me.”

He chuckled. “Only sometimes. This one was important, that’s why. They usually aren’t outside the city either so… consider this an introduction to the team.”

You rolled your eyes and looked over. “Do you keep forgetting that I already worked here before this?” You heard the smile through your own voice, and saw one creep on his face as he kept his eyes on the road. Your heart felt light.

“No, absolutely not. The pace you work at is evident enough of that. It’s just a different type of job, I’m sure. I don’t really know what goes on down there.”

With the smile still on your face, you let your eyes linger on him for a moment more. His hair, which was pushed on top of his head, was starting to fall, and a strand fell onto his forehead. The past week, he had worn it down a couple of times, and you honestly didn't know which one you preferred.

You rolled your head over to the side, watching the passing cars go by. The radio was on, but at the lowest volume, merely for ambiance. Your hand brushed over the files on your lap, that you had taken back from Leon upon leaving so he could shake hands with whoever he needed to, and pried open one of them.

Before your eyes could even properly latch onto any words, Leon’s hand reached over and gently pushed the top of the file closed, and you looked over at him.

“That’s confidential, you know.” He looked over at you for a brief second, but you could see he wasn’t mad.

“Sorry. I was just sitting through that whole thing, though, in case you forgot.” You looked back down at your lap and noticed Leon’s hand was still on the file, the weight of it heavy on your thighs.

“No, I didn’t forget. I don’t know how much of it was digestible to you.” He barely lifted his hand off of the file folder, pulling it sideways, landing it on your thigh for a second. His hand was big enough to wrap around the side, and a split second later, he dragged it off, and your skin burned with the track it traced. Breathing became hard suddenly, and you had to turn your head to the window and focus on the outside world.

You arrived back at headquarters thirty minutes later, and the fresh air felt incredible on your flushed skin. It wasn’t even that warm in the car, but you couldn't stop thinking about the way Leon’s hand felt on your thigh. It was like he never lifted his hand at all, you could still feel the contact lingering, the way his fingers grazed your leg, the immediate warmth you felt, not only on your thigh, but in your stomach. You wished you could have taken your jacket off in the car.

Before you could get any words out, Leon said, “Come up to the office for a second. I left something up there.”

You said nothing, simply followed him up. The parking lot was nearly deserted, save for the few officers doing a detail whom you greeted when the both of you walked in. You fiddled with the edges of the files you were still holding, not trying to look in any of them in case Leon were to reprimand you for it again. You were almost tempted to, just to see his reaction. That thought made your knees weak.

You followed him out of the elevator into the office. As expected, the lobby was empty. Leon made his way over to his desk, pulling open a file cabinet, and started sifting around. You stood there, then walked over and dropped what you were holding onto his desk. You looked around the office, it was as wide as the lobby was, and large windows spanned the walls. It was simplistic. His desk was in the middle, file cabinets behind him, multiple monitors, a few chairs in front of his desk, some round black ottomans in front of a black leather couch to the left. There were more files open on top of one of the ottomans.

You stalked over to it, leaned down and picked one up. It looked like what he had given you the other day–

“You must be a glutton for punishment.” You jumped slightly when Leon spoke from directly behind you and grabbed the file from your hands. You spun around. “You shouldn’t be rifling through random documents, you know.”

You sighed, not wanting to make eye contact, but knowing not doing it would look bad. You kept your arms to your side despite wanting to cross them. His eyes were dark. You couldn't tell what type of reaction this was.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make a severe mental note of that.” He said nothing in return, simply looking down at you. The peaks of his bone structure highlighted by the distant street lamps and the glow of the moon outside the windows. It made the shadows look all that much darker. You felt a shiver crawl up your spine.

He hummed, a low, throaty sound. “My new assistant, just so nosy.” His voice was low, and you gulped, trying to blink through your emotions normally, but you knew it looked anything but.

“Dare I say it’s in my job description.” You mirrored his low tone, mentally relieved it wasn’t as weary as you expected it to sound. You tilted your head up to his, as a small gesture of challenge.

He nodded his head, as if to consider your words. “Dare you do.” He backed up, placed the file on his desk, then came right back to his spot in front of you. You didn’t know what to do, so you stayed still. It was most likely the better option anyway, who knows if your limbs could even move properly right now. You felt bare in this position, your cotton top feeling too warm where it overlapped with your jacket, and though your legs were on display under your skirt, they, too, were burning up. Your heart was hammering, but Leon kept talking. “What do you think about this job so far, hm? Does it live up to expectations?”

You had to take a steady breath before answering. “I think this surpasses any expectation I could have ever set.”

“Good answer.” You maintained eye contact with the man in front of you, surprising yourself with how well you were holding it. He seemed unfazed at all. He was probably reading you like a book right now. “You know, I love having new recruits start here. They’re so unaware of their surroundings. It almost makes a fun game for myself. They think they are so secretive, but after a while I can tell whatever it is they don't want anyone else to know.” You felt your breath catch in your throat. You had a feeling you knew where this was going. “I know Breanna across the lobby from you doesn’t like her desk mate despite buying her coffee three times a week.” Checks out, I can tell, too. “I know Brett does things to stay awake during his shifts that he shouldn’t be doing within a 50 foot radius of a cop.” Ouch. That’s also true, but he only told me during a hard come down. “And, I know how nervous you are to be around me, and you don’t know what to do with yourself whenever I’m in the room.”

You made no moves now. How did he know? Surely you weren’t that obvious with it. It had been one week, and yes Leon called you into his office quite a bit during those five days, but he had work to hand off to you every time. It’s not like he was doing it on purpose.

But now, standing under his hard gaze, nowhere to go, you weren’t so sure it was accidental.

Your jaw tightened. “How can you be so sure?” Now, you could hear the waviness in your voice. A smirk blossomed on his handsome face.

“I can see how you look at me. Usually these things take time to figure out, but you…” He took a step closer, and you took a half step back. It’s not like you didn’t want to be close to him, but now he was donning a persona that made you shrink into yourself. You knew you liked it by the heat spreading inside. “You, dear, are like looking through a window.”

“So… you tested it out earlier?” It felt like a pathetic question, but you needed an answer for why he put his hand on your thigh earlier. Compared to this current position, that seemed so tame.

He tilted his head slightly. “I’m pretty sure I was, but… I had to make sure I was gauging the situation correctly.” He looked you up and down, your hands had made their way to clasp behind your back, still fighting the habit to cross them across your chest. Your breathing felt erratic. “I would have left it there, but I couldn’t make too much of a scene. Not yet.”

You simply stared at each other. You could tell that he knew he had the upper hand, solely because he was correct. Everything he was saying was right. Damn that detective training, nothing was getting past him. The room was sweltering now, but maybe you were the only one that felt it.

One last burst of confidence had you muttering, “You do this to all your new assistants?”

In one swift action, he had a hand over your waist and pulled you close to him. Bodies touching, heat feeling like a fire between you, he lowered his face so it was centimeters away from yours. The glisten of his eyes were the only thing you could see, and if you weren’t running on pure adrenaline right now, you probably would have collapsed. You felt the vibrations from his chest when he spoke.

“Only the ones I intend to hang on to. And I can’t say I’ve had multiple of those.” You gulped, and when you didn't reply, he continued, “Did I gauge the situation correctly?”

“Yes,” You whispered, and his mouth was on yours.

His kiss was intense, and you felt now like your body might give out. Your hands found their way to make contact with him, one grasping the wrist that was holding your waist and the other to the side of Leon’s face, and you felt his other hand close in on your hips.

It was like nothing you had experienced before. The kiss was hot and messy, you let his tongue in easily, and you couldn't help the small sighs that escaped whenever he leaned in to deepen the exchange. You felt his nose press into your face, your foreheads pushed together and your bodies entirely too close you felt like one entity. The hand that was caressing his face snaked to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, and your knees finally buckled when he gave a low growl in response to you tugging his locks.

The kiss broke for a second as you lost balance, but he was not thrown off course. Hands still grasping your body, he found the couch that you were only a step in front of, and he lowered you on it, still connecting your lips together fiercely. Both of your hands now in his hair as your back hit the cushions, and you felt the dips next to you where he was kneeling over you. One of his hands let go of you and supported himself next to your head, but you craved the contact again.

He took your chin in his thumb and index finger and tilted your head slightly to the right, and broke the kiss, but his lips stayed on your burning skin as they traced down your jaw bone, biting into the flesh, and his tongue marked a path down your neck, and it was insanely hard to breathe.

One of your hands found solace on his thick shoulder while he was still making work of the soft skin on your neck. The hand of his that wasn't on your chin still traced its way from your hip up to your chest, and he squeezed one of your breasts in sync with a bite to the neck. Your head pressed harder into the couch underneath you.

“Leon, please…” You gasped out, unsure if you even said it out loud, surprised you even had the energy to speak. You felt him lift his lips off of your skin a second later and his fingers moved your chin again to make you face him.

“What is it, hm? What do you need?” He dipped down to kiss you again, and you wished he would have stayed there so you wouldn't need to verbally answer him.

“I… I don’t…” I don’t know, I need you. You barely had the breath to speak anymore, and though you knew Leon knew exactly what you were trying to say, he feigned confusion, and looked at you from under his furrowed brow. It was so obnoxious, it ignited the flame inside you even more.

“Come on, baby, I can’t hear you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and your vision went blurry with lust. You ground your jaw and swallowed your pride.

“I need you.” You gasped out finally, your lungs deflating. Your hand was fisting the material over his shoulder, and you noticed through your haze that he wasn’t wearing the vest anymore. When did he take it off? Before you came up to the office? While you had your back turned? It didn’t matter, it was now one less thing you needed to rip off of him.

“Is that so?” He went back to biting at your neck, and at this rate you didn’t care what state he was going to leave it in. You whined at his lack of response to your plea, feeling frustration and desire bounding up inside of you, needing an outlet to release it.

“Leon, fuck, please…” You weakly tried to push him back but he wouldn’t budge. He reconnected your lips again, and that you greatly accepted, pulling him closer now so he would continue kissing you with fervor. The hand that was on your chin finally left, and he replaced it on your wrist, and suddenly, he was hauling you up.

He pulled back from the kiss just as quickly as he was pulling you to sit upright, and he swiftly maneuvered you so that when he fell backwards to sit on the couch, you were pulled right on top of him, straddling his thick thighs. You couldn’t even imagine how you looked right now, it was out of your mind for now as you looked down at the man under you, his hands on your waist. His shirt was wrinkled and slowly being pulled out from where it was tucked into his pants. His tie was being loosened and the top two buttons had come undone, exposing the smooth expanse of skin over his collarbones and chest. As you let your weight settle onto your legs, and his, you lowered directly onto his growing erection, and he squeezed his hands over your torso and scrunched his face. With a heavy breath, he pulled his head forward and stared at you.

“Did you think I was just going to give it to you?” His voice was gravelly, and it almost made you whimper. His hands dropped to your thighs, which were now incredibly exposed due to the position of your skirt hiking up, and Leon probably had a view of the black panties you had on. You didn’t care. Let him see. You needed him to take them off.

You shook your head. “You can’t be nice to me?” Your hands came up to his chest, it was firm and sturdy, and you were dying to see it bare. You fumbled with the buttons, and Leon had been at least gracious enough to loosen the tie and throw it over his head onto the floor.

Leon laughed. You felt it under your palms. “Darling,” You looked up to make eye contact with him at the mention of the pet name. “This is me being nice to you.”

You barely had time to register his words, and the way it made your stomach turn before he had a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you forward to another intense kiss. You could barely breathe, your limbs were all pins and needles and your skin was alight with a burning ember, fueled only by Leon, but you loved it.

In the midst of the kiss, wet and slick and tongue heavy, your hands were needlessly prying the buttons open at the top of Leon’s shirt. His hands were traveling under your clothes, palms gripping your thighs, and you found yourself grinding down into Leon’s lap subconsciously, but kept going when it resulted in him groaning into the kiss.

You pulled back suddenly at the victory of pulling the last few buttons open, and Leon immediately caught your stare, but you dropped it to look down at the open expanse of skin and muscle that he had been hiding. A strong chest gave way to flexing ab muscles as he writhed under you, probably trying to gain your attention or to show off, and sturdy hip muscles abducted into V lines that disappeared under the waistline of his pants. You couldn’t help it, you reached out to drag your hands along the smooth skin, every second of contact adding to the pooling happening between your legs, where you were also very conscious of the fact that Leon’s hands were dangerously close to.

“Do you want this to happen today, or do you want to keep staring?” Leon prodded at you jokingly, and when you looked up, a grin was plastered on his face, and his eyes were still dark. You felt the tightness arise again at just the sight of his expression paired with his upper body on display for you.

“You’re sounding more eager than me, now…” You breathily replied, overwhelmed with all of the emotions coursing you at once.

Leon breathed a brief laugh before raising an eyebrow with his response. “I can show you eager.”

At once, his hand reached up in between your legs and you felt one of his fingers dance across the hem of your panties, and your grip tightened where your hand landed on his bicep. He gave you no warning when you felt him pull it aside, drag his finger downwards and raked his knuckle through your wetness, earning a sharp gasp from you in return, and you nearly fell forward onto his chest as the feeling sent sparks soaring through you.

“Calling me eager…” The sound of his voice paired with the feeling of his fingers on you was far too much to handle. “Yet it feels like you must have been wet all night…” He dragged his finger back up to the top where he maneuvered his hand so the pad of his thumb pressed heavily on your clit, and you nearly screamed, but all sound was trapped in your throat as you lost function of your body.

He ripped his hand out of your underwear and it moved around to find the zipper in the back of your skirt. “Take that shirt off,” He ordered, and you obeyed as best you could through your stiff limbs.

You peeled it off from the bottom, feeling the fabric stick to your moist skin, and Leon’s eyes heavy on you as you finally got it over your head and on the floor. Your lingerie choice was nothing phenomenal, for the expected business meeting at least, but you could tell by his gaze that it really didn't make a difference in what he was thinking right now. Seconds after you dropped your hands back to your sides, he flipped you once again, back on the couch and him hovering over you, pulling the skirt that he had unzipped down your legs, and into the pile of your shirt and his tie somewhere behind you.

Your breathing was erratic as you watched him intently, his lust-filled eyes on your body and his hand running lengths up and down your torso, legs, back up to your chest, and neck, and landing on your bra strap that he pulled down, and wasted no time in attaching his mouth your hot skin. Your hand gripped his elbow as he bit the tender flesh of your breast, he sucked on it harshly once, twice, before lifting and wrapping his lips over your nipple, which had your back arching and a string of soft moans pouring out.

You felt an aching cramp in your core, the pleasure was insurmountable and you needed him to do something about it, but you knew he was buying time to rile you up as much as possible before doing so. You knew he was straining with his own pleasure and you were desperate to tear apart his belt and pants and take his girth into your hands, to feel it, to taste it, you wanted to choke on it, but you knew he wouldn’t let you do that. If not in the span of a few minutes, maybe not tonight at all. You were submitting your control, and you had to let him do what he wanted.

He finally let go of your nipple, and the air felt cold with the layer of saliva he left behind, and even though you were basically naked save for undergarments, you still felt too covered. You reached up to pull at Leon’s shirt, fully unbuttoned and untucked, and he leaned back on his knees to pry it off of himself. You could see his skin glistening with sweat as he moved, and so badly you wanted to reach out and touch him, run your hands over his skin, all of his muscles, pull him close so you could feel his chest on your own.

Your eyes fell to his pants, and the tent that was present had your mouth watering, you needed him to pull it out, and now.

Of course, Leon being ever so sharp, didn’t miss this. “We’ll get there. Don’t worry.” Without looking up, you could hear the cockiness in his voice, but you didn’t care anymore, you couldn't move your eyes from where they landed, trying to imagine his cock in its glory, how long and thick, how he would use it and how it would feel. You felt like you were melting.

Unmoving from where he was propped up in front of you, his hands traveled down the expanse of your legs, dragging his fingers underneath your thighs where it was sensitive, making you jump with the contact. His hands came around to the top of your knees, where he pushed your legs apart and lowered himself in between them. Even just the sight of him doing so had you whimpering, and when he pressed his thumb into your clothed clit, you bucked up, but he was quick to hold you down.

Keeping his thumb centered on your clit, he continued to apply pressure, using his middle and index finger to stroke up and down on the outside of your panties, which you were sure were soaked by now. Throwing your head back into the couch, one hand gripping onto the wrist that was holding Leon up and the other was clawing into the cushion, you were dying for him to do something.

He was getting too used to teasing you now. He had you right where he wanted, half naked on the couch in his office after hours, so close to practically coming untouched at this point, and while you wanted to fight him on this, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. The mixture of the pleasure and mental ecstasy you were feeling had you forfeiting any sense of control now, and you just watched him, as he watched you.

All at once, you felt the cold air hit your core as your underwear was peeled away from you, but the sensation didn't last long as a hot, wet tongue was pressed into your heat, and you nearly screamed at the sudden contact.

His mouth was all you could focus on in that moment, you could feel every movement his tongue made, and your body reacted viscerally to it. Your hand flew out and grabbed onto Leon’s hair, which incited him to only keep going, and to be ruthless. His hands were digging into your thighs where he was spreading them apart, fighting against you wanting to close them in reaction to pleasure he was sending shooting through your body.

One long, painfully slow lick from top to bottom ended at your clit where he latched on, tongue pressing in and teeth gently making an appearance, and your grip in his hair became even stronger when he pushed two fingers into you, your vision going blurry, and there was no filter left to stop any thoughts from pouring out over your lips.

“Oh my god… Leon…” You were whining now, moaning in between deep breaths and gasps, feeling his fingers pump in and out all while his tongue was relentless on you.

His mouth disappeared but his thumb took its place, and you felt him kissing, licking, sucking his way up your torso, chest, neck, until he was seated next to your ears, groaning into them as you dug your nails into his skin.

“Oh my god, what, huh? You like the way I make you feel?” All you could do was gasp out a ‘yes’ in response to his question, he wasn’t giving you any liberty to be coherent. “You probably thought about this all day…” A bite below your ear followed the sentence. “That pussy was so wet… you probably wanted this since the first day…”

And you did. How could you not have thought about this at the sight of your insanely attractive boss? Wouldn’t it be so hot to be banging your model-status boss, having to hide it from your coworkers, going in his office to sneak touches while no one outside those doors knew? Yes, of course you thought about it. It had your heart racing, and now you would stop at nothing to make those fantasies real.

“You feel so good, I can’t wait to be inside you.” With one last soft bite to the jaw, he pulled his fingers out of you, and involuntarily you whimpered, but he shut you up by pressing a kiss into your lips, which you greatly accepted. His kiss was harsh yet soft at the same time, you felt a passion behind it while also letting his tongue sweep over yours, tasting yourself on him, sighing into it, feeling like you could kiss him forever.

His hands left you, now feeling bare, you gripped his shoulders hard as you heard him undoing his own belt. As much as you wanted to do it yourself and be right in front when you pulled his hard cock out of his pants, you didn’t have it in you to attempt to move yourself, and with Leon on top of you, he was sure to stop any feeble move you made to do so.

HIs lips left yours once more and reattached to the side of your throat, biting down harder than before, but it only made you moan, arch harder into him, and sent a flurry of hot tingles into your pussy, aching for more action from him.

Leon pushed himself off of you, his warm mouth off of you and leaned back, staring at you panting, and of course, his dick in his hands was impossible to ignore. Just seeing it was almost bliss, and now you were desperate for him to use it as you lay there, being scrutinized under your boss’ gaze, and while you felt so tiny, just the sight of how hard he was made you feel so powerful.

He took a deep breath in, taking in the sight of you, before lowering himself again, lining up with your gaze so you looked him directly in the eye. You felt his forehead press into yours, his hand lingered around your underwear again, pushing it aside, and after just another moment of silence, another deep kiss, his bare chest met yours and you felt the tip of his dick push into you, past the entrance, into the warmth.

You sighed so loud, followed by a moan, hands still gripping his shoulders, listening to him groan in tandem with you as he slowly bottomed out. His pelvis pushed against you, your legs coming up to wrap around him, and you felt his hands pull your bra down so he could cup your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple, adding to the pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good… Fuck…” He was groaning, he hadn’t even started moving yet, and you were dying for him to start. He sat still in you, lapping at the skin between your jaw and neck, positive he could feel the vibrations on his lips of your moans.

“Please, Leon, move… Please,” Your nails were surely digging red streaks into the skin of his back by now, but he barely even seemed to notice, rather, you thought he might have loved the feeling of it instead. You felt the pressure of him lying on top of you, paired with the pressure building in between your legs, your thighs beginning to shake, having to hold onto Leon tighter to steady them.

Finally, he slowly started to pull out, and you could barely breathe at the sensation it left behind. He kept his face buried in your neck, you could feel his ragged, heavy breathing and you could hear his groaning which was only making you wetter.

His hips snapped forward, no regard to what pace you had wanted to set, not like it mattered, you probably would have told him quick and rough anyway if he asked. You almost screamed out at the feeling of him slamming into you, you could only throw your head back onto the couch cushion and rake your hands over his skin, into his hair. Leon licked a long stripe up your neck to your jaw, gently biting on your bottom lip before kissing you again.

You kept kissing him hard in between his thrusts, with him pulling away for only a second at a time, both of you breathing hard, your hands traveling down to grip his biceps, and you could feel them flexing with his movement.

“Shit,” He said over you, you could feel his breath on your lips. “So fucking tight,” One of his hands went down to grab onto one of your legs that you had thrown over him. “So fucking good.” He practically growled as he continued the assault on you, his hips showing no mercy, and his hand sure to leave a bruise on your thigh from his grip.

Leon pushed himself up, still inside of you, leaving you lying down. His skin was slick with his sweat, and maybe yours as well from being pressed against you. His hair was falling down over his forehead, and god he looked so good right now, if you weren’t already in the act of getting the shit fucked out of you, you would want to fuck him all over again. His hands adjusted their position to rest on your hips, pulling you up so he can fuck you from his kneeling position.

This new angle was hitting every spot perfectly, allowing him to go deeper than he was from just above you. The intense stretch his cock was delivering paired with the way he was holding onto your hips with such ferocity, all of it together was too much, and you were becoming unwound.

“Leon… Leon, fuck…” You gasped out, barely able to finish your sentence, but Leon understood well enough. He slowed his pace only a beat, but it was enough to have you straining, desperate for him to go faster to allow you to finish. He kept up with the slower pace, watching you as you whined under him, begging him to go faster.

“Please, Leon…” You looked up at him through half lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open. Through them, you could see him looking at you, brows furrowed in exertion, mouth open, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing.

“Please what?” Leon growled. You whined again, knowing he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. “Say it.”

You couldn’t breathe, but you had to give him what he wanted so he could give you what you wanted. “Leon, please, I’m going to cum… please…”

He leaned in again, still holding your hips up, his pace even slower now, and you could feel the heat bundling up, bringing tears to your eyes at the lack of relief. His face was inches away from yours. “Please, what?”

You choked out a sob, mixed with a groan at the slightest movement he made inside of you. “Please let me cum Leon, please,” You had no voice at this point, the words coming out in a whisper, loud enough for him to hear, but he probably would have anyway.

“That’s right.” He backed up now, and resumed his previous position. “Good girls get what they want when they ask.” Your eyes closed in bliss when he picked up his pace, the weight of his words hanging heavy in your head, adding to the ecstasy he was giving you right now. He was slamming into you again, steadying himself on your hips while also pulling them forward to meet his thrusts. You had no breath left to spare on words anymore, and fruitless moans spilled from your lips focusing the energy on bringing your orgasm to close.

You tried to call out his name as best as you could, but all you heard were moans as the heat inside you came to a roaring burst, and you felt your legs tighten around Leon, his grip steadying you, your hands clawing at the cushion, at his wrists where they held onto you.

Your heartbeat was crazy at this point, and you couldn't even hold your eyes open as you rode out your orgasm, his hands smoothing over your skin, and you used the sensation to come back to reality. He had momentarily stilled his movements again, and you felt his lips on your neck, none of the roughness there now. You rolled your head over to the side to face him, and when you did he attached his lips to yours, a passionate kiss, his hands feeling like heaven on your body.

You pulled away and stared at him for a moment. His eyes were soft, but his face was still contorted in concentration.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done here, darling.” You breathed out a sigh, collecting yourself, a smile creeping onto your face.

You kissed him, and whispered into his lips, “Show me what you got left, then.”

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Part 1 Part 3

The F-slur is mentioned here but only mentioned, not used to attack or demean.

“I don’t have a wife. I have… I have a husband.”

Future-Eddie slapped him on the shoulder. “Hell yeah you do.”

“They legalise it? They-” Robin looked over at her future self, her eyes glossy. “W- they can get married?”

“Yeah.” Future-Robin squeezed Steve and Robin closer. “Yeah. They can get married. Just in a couple of places to start but then country-wide.”

Nancy nodded along as though this was all tactical information useful for defeating Vecna. “Is anyone else going to come through?”

Future-Eddie shrugged. “Not sure. I think Robin and I were zapped here because our past and future selves were in the same geographical location when there was a pulse. So, sorry to say, Nance, but you’re definitely not about to pop in.”

“Why? Where am I?”

“Still on a plane back from Alaska last I heard.”

“What on earth was I doing in Alaska?”

“Spy shit.” The two time travellers said in unison.

Nancy uncharacteristically stumbled in surprise. “Spy shit? Seriously?”

“Well, personally I believe you’re an international 007, Agent Wheeler, but most of the rest think it’s just plain old boring investigative journalism.” His future counterpart clearly hadn’t lost any theatricality with time.

In fact it seemed to have gotten worse as he waved his arms around. “You’re like, the top dog at it, dude. Literally so good at it that barely anyone knows your name which you definitely use to your advantage. You’re super cagey on details.

“But this time around, you were in Korea when shit hit the fan. Again, don’t know what you were doing there but I did hear Pyongyang mentioned once so you were only a jump away from Kamchatka when Ellie felt a disturbance in the force so you volunteered to go see if it was the Ruskies again, but no dice. Completely filled in with concrete. We have no idea how you got there so quickly but my money is on spy shit.”

Nancy stared at him open-mouthed as he spoke.

“So… So I do it? I make it? I succeed?”

“More than succeed.”

“And,” Nancy bit her lip, like she didn’t really want to ask the question but she was burning to know nonetheless. “The whole… marriage and kids thing?”

Future-Eddie glanced toward Steve, occupied by Future-Robin who was trying to distract him from the conversation and Eddie’s heart sank.

“Nance, don’t take this the wrong way but I don’t think you ever wanted that. I think you were told to want that, as a woman, but it was never you. You don’t have any kids, you’re not married and I don’t think you ever want to be.”

Nancy looked almost relieved at the information and Eddie was so confused.

He still had a thousand questions firing around his head so he decided to latch onto something mentioned earlier.

“Who’s Cassie?”

Future-Eddie smiled softly. “She’s my youngest.”

Eddie choked on thin air. “Kid?!”

“Yeah.”

“Your youngest kid is my age?”

“God, dude. Don’t remind me. You’ll make me feel so old.”

“You are old.”

His future self shoved his arm. “Watch it, whippersnapper.”

“Who’re your other kids?”

“Here, let me show you.” He pulled a slab of something out of his pocket before shaking his head and pulling his wallet out instead. “I think a phone would be a bit too much, so we’ll do the wallet.”

Eddie blinked. “Right.” Like he knew whatever the fuck the guy was on about.

Future-Eddie pulled some photos loose and in the pile Eddie caught sight of a hairy muscular thigh and a torso littered in old scars stretched obscenely out on a bed and dressed in black lace before the photo was swiftly snatched out of sight and Future-Eddie stuffed it down his pants.

“Woah, whoops! You don’t need to be seeing that!”

“Eddie!” Future-Robin called, staring at him wide eyed. “Oh my god, you keep that photo in your wallet?!”

“It was an anniversary gift!”

“He’s going to rip you a new asshole once he finds out.”

“God.” Future-Eddie breathed. “I hope so.”

Eddie knew his face must be lobster red. From what he had just seen of his future husband, he was hot, metal as shit with those scars and willing to do things like… that?! He’d hit the damn jackpot.

If only he’d seen his face.

“Moving on!” Future-Eddie called brightly. “My girls.” He held out a photo of three teenagers backstage at some kind of concert. It looked like they were laughing at something that had just happened behind the camera, their backs to the stage. They all looked wildly different from each other.

“They’re older now, obviously, but this photo… It’s my favourite. Rhea, Poppy and Cassie." He pointed at each of them respectively

The girl on the left looked to be the oldest, blonde and short with glasses, dressed in oversized flannels and baggy ripped jeans. Her mouth was wide open in what must have been a cackle, nearly bent double with one hand on her sister's shoulder, keeping her balance.

The girl in the middle was taller, her hair was dyed a dark purple colour with two piercings over her black painted lips, dressed in flowing black lace. She had both hands up as if she’d just been hiding behind them, her eyes wide and incredulous, seeming to only really let out a giggle.

The third was a similar height to the girl in the middle, black haired and freckled, dressed in bright pastel colours with a cast on her arm. She was half hiding her face behind her hair, turned towards her sisters but her smile was so wide her eyes all but disappeared.

They all looked so happy together.

Holy shit.

He only ever had Wayne and now… well, in the future he has a husband and three daughters (holyshitholyshitholyshit), he’d built a family.

“Pretty unbelievable, right?” Future-Eddie smiled across at him, warm and content.

“Just wait ‘till you find out what he does for work!” Future-Robin shouted at him from up ahead.

Work? Eddie had never had a job before and everything in his future seemed so perfect, maybe this was the downer. God he hoped it wasn’t some corporate bullshit.

“What do you do for work?”

Future-Eddie blushed which was very fucking odd and scratched at the back of his neck. “I’m retired.” He shrugged.

“Eddie. You’re not going to tell him?”

“How can I tell him? Look at him! He’s having the worst week of his life! He’s being hunted by a town full of evangelical nutjobs, you think he’ll believe me if I tell him I have two Grammys and a Tony?!”

“Okay, pause.” Eddie put his hand to his future self’s chest, stopping them both. “I’m gonna need you to run that by me again.”

Because no fuckin’ way, man.

Nuh-uh.

Not a chance it meant what he thought it meant.

Not him.

Not some little rat goblin from rural Indiana.

“Two Grammys.”

Future-Eddie nodded. “Two Grammys and a Tony.”

Eddie wrinkled his nose before scoffing. “Why a Tony?”

“It’s called branching out, dude. Don’t gatekeep, it’s not a good look.”

Future-Robin grimaced from up ahead. “Sorry, he’s sensitive.”

“Yes, I’m sensitive, Rob! Lloyd Webber can suck my dick!” He grumbled and muttered in a way that was clearly supposed to be an imitation, “Not built for writing a broadway musical my asshole.”

“So…”

“So.”

“You’re… we’re like, famous?”

Future-Eddie shrugged. “Yeah. Kinda.”

“With two Grammys.”

“We would have more if we didn’t get banned.” He muttered again, clearly not supposed to be overheard.

Eddie just stared. “Dude! How the hell do you get banned from the Grammys?”

Future-Robin faltered in her steps ahead, stuttering in the middle of her answer to Robin about her work as a translator in Geneva.

His future self started to walk again, trying to brush him off. “Uh… You know what? It’s a long story, I don’t think we should-”

Eddie caught up. “No, no. This is my potential future right? I should know, maybe I can avoid it?”

Future-Eddie raised his hand to his jaw again, almost unconsciously, like those words hit him on multiple levels.

“Some things can’t be avoided, I don’t think.” He sighed heavily. “Alright. I got outed. Publicly. It wasn’t pretty. And it wasn’t just me, my husband got outed too. We called a blackmailer's bluff and they followed through.”

Eddie shook his head, disbelieving. “They banned you because you got outed?”

“No… not exactly. Okay, listen. I was in a really dark place at the time and I was so, so angry and you know what we’re like when we’re angry. It was incredibly controversial at the time and still is, kinda. Like a black stain on the band's past but I wouldn’t take it back if I could, you understand me?

“When I wrote it I was feeling super toxic and bitter and I’m not excusing it because it was so personal but the younger generation have picked it up again and they’re seeing it like it was meant to be seen. Like it’s about having to hide and live in fear all the time and how stressful and unfair it is and-”

Eddie sped up his steps just a little so he could look at his future self. “What did you do?”

“I…” Future-Eddie twisted at his wedding band. “I released a song called ‘Faggot’ and it’s exactly as painful as you think.”

Eddie sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Listen, I don’t really know how this whole divergent paths thing will work, how much of my life you will or won’t experience after this. But everything I went through, everything, made me who I am today. It’s going to be really hard and it really fucking sucks sometimes. But it got me my girls. It got me my husband. I wouldn’t give it up for anything, you understand me?”

He looked back down at the ground, contemplating. Even though he’d just heard of some truly awful shit that might happen to him at some point, he couldn’t help agreeing with his future self. He had the girls. They seemed happy. He had a husband and he seemed truly content with him, even if Steve’s shadow was still overhanging. But he didn’t really know that for sure. He wanted to know about who he was married to, even if he didn’t want to know who.

“Tell me about him?”

Future-Eddie’s face split into a wide grin. “I thought you’d never ask. He’s the biggest fucking dork I know. The sweetest guy in the world, kindergarten teacher, little league coach… he sees everything. Self sacrificial streak a mile wide, giving me grey hairs.” He laughed.

“Sounds like a normie.”

“The normiest. It’s adorable.”

“Eddie!” Future-Robin called, waving him over from up ahead. “I need you, c’mere.”

“That’s sweet, baby. But it would never work between us.”

She rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ, do you have an off switch?”

Future-Eddie’s grin turned feral. “I-”

“No!” She held up her hand. “Stop. Just come here, fucking hell.”

Eddie watched his own future counterpart practically skip over to the others, throwing his arms around both Robins and Nancy while his mind spun like a record without the needle down.

Fuckin’ time travel, man. What were the odds? But what were the odds of an alternate dimension and demon bats and demon dogs and just general demon fuckery?

And he was fucking married? What the shit. Like he’d pretty much resigned himself to short term secret shameful relationships or quick encounters in whatever club bathroom he ended up at in the city.

Some kind of life of settling down, with kids no less, was not something he’d ever dare believe…

“So.”

Eddie looked over. Steve was walking beside him, staying remarkably steady despite his wounds.

“So.”

He smiled at him but it was a little strained at the edges. “You have a husband.”

“I have a husband.”

And it was only really then that it hit him. Those words. Those words felt so… fantastic to say.

It wasn’t just the fact that he’d come out.

It was the fact that the words ‘I have a husband.’ meant that he had a husband. Someone who loved him unconditionally. Someone who stuck with his eccentricities and his trash panda tendencies. His parents were a terrible example for marriage and he knew, he knew that he would never allow himself to end up that way.

So this had to be it.

This had to be real.

“I don’t think I’d mind a husband.”

Eddie stopped dead.

Steve turned to look at him, a small smirk on his face. He strode two steps in front, continuing to walk backwards, keeping pace before placing a finger under Eddie’s chin and pushing his jaw back up. He hadn’t even realised it was hanging open.

“But… but you’re…”

"Yeah, I'm attracted to girls, I can hide if I want to and have an easy life. But boys are an option for me too. Don’t tell me you think I should play it safe because society tells me to. I thought you’d be better than that.” Steve slowed to keep pace with him again, knocking him with his shoulder and the barest hint of that smug smile on his face.

“Wh- I- I am. I am better than that. I’m sorry I just didn’t expect- you don’t-”

“I don’t look queer? Or act queer?”

“No! No, I didn’t mean…”

But he did mean that. He had thought that. And his shit had now been completely rocked because of it.

His jaw had fallen open again, he just realised. He snapped it closed and his mouth felt so fucking dry. “I think you’d make a good husband.”

“Are you asking?” Steve quirked an eyebrow at him and flashed his teeth with a grin.

Jesus H. Christ he was so pretty.

Fucking hell. Was this what it was like to be on the end of the Harrington charm? God, he was in so much trouble now.

And Steve was still grinning at him, like a cocky little bastard. “I don’t think anyone would want me as a husband anyway.”

“I’m sorry, I’m lost. Who the fuck would ever pass you up for a husband?”

Steve shrugged, a little more subdued than he was before. Eddie only barely caught the glance in Nancy’s direction.

“Wheeler’s loss.”

“No, I mean I get it. I have a lot of baggage and I feel like these bites aren’t going to just smoothe over. What happens then? What’s my spouse gonna do with me once I don’t have my looks anymore, you know?”

“Fuck your looks man, that’s not why people get married. That’s not why I’d get married.”

“It’s why my parents got married.”

“And you wanna have a marriage like theirs?”

“No! God, no. Never.”

“Exactly. So why do you think you’d allow yourself to get tied down to someone who only cares what you look like?”

“Maybe that’s the only reason they’d have me.” Steve grinned as if what he was saying was just fact. “Like I said, I’ve got baggage.”

Eddie shook his head. “We’ve all got baggage, man. I’m not trying to like, invalidate yours or whatever, but everyone has their shit. Yeah your shit is fucking intense, I mean look around, but that won’t matter to the right person. They might have their own. Might not be alternate dimension time travel shit but could be something similar. Maybe you’ll marry a veteran or a refugee. Or maybe you’ll marry someone who’s never experienced anything worse than a paper cut and when they stub their toe they only say ‘oh dear’. Relationships… marriage is a partnership, their baggage, your baggage, it’s there to be shared. It wouldn’t matter to me. I’ll take on my husbands shit and I’ll marry a man who’ll take on mine too. I know I will. I’m sure of it.”

Steve was staring at him like he had six heads.

Fantastic.

After he’d just spilled himself out of his mouth and everything.

But he wasn’t gonna back down.

It’s what he believed in his heart of hearts.

“I just-” Steve started. “I’ve never heard anyone describe it like that.”

“Like what?” To him, it just seemed like common sense.

“Like a partnership. You know like people always say relationships are commitment and dedication and selflessness.”

“Well yeah, they are but it has to go both ways. You can’t have one side putting in all that effort.”

“Partnership.” Steve muttered quietly, considering. “It has to be equal, right?”

“Yeah, now you’re getting it. It has to be equal.”

Steve’s smile was softer now, to go right along with his eyes. “You’re gonna make someone a really good husband one day, Eddie.”

Fuck, wasn’t that just a cupids arrow straight to the heart. And now Steve was looking at him all tender and it was driving him insane.

“You gotta at least cook me a nice dinner first before asking for my hand, there, Stevie.”

Steve shrugged. “Okay. What do you like?”

“Wha- I… What do I like?”

“What do you like to eat?”

Wait.

His mind was blank. He should really be able to improv his way out of this but his head was completely empty.

“Italian, I guess?”

Steve’s grin almost turned conspiratorial. He reached up and lightly tugged at one of Eddie’s curls. “Fuck, you’re perfect, aren’t you?”

“I’m on the run from the law at the moment, sweetheart.”

“Not for much longer if I have anything to say about it.”

They were interrupted by raised voices ahead of them. There was a brief moment of panic before he and Steve realised it was just the two time travellers bickering loudly as the trees started to thin and houses began to come into view.

“Well, why can’t we remember any of this then?” Future-Robin asked.

“Because it hasn’t happened to us in our past. It’s happening to us in our present. And their present. How can we remember something that hasn’t happened yet? Because it’s happening now. To four different people. Their timeline has already diverged from ours just by us turning up. This isn't our story anymore, it's theirs.”

She looked at him in disbelief. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Future-Eddie waved his hand at her. “Wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey.”

Future-Robin reached out and swatted him over the head. “You’re such a dork!”

“Hey!” He shoved her. “I only got into sci-fi because of you. Before you I was blissfully existing in a fantasy only realm.”

“Yeah.” She shoved him back. “You’re fucking welcome.”

They kept pushing and prodding at each other before it descended into chaos, devolving into some kind of childish slap war until eventually she had him in a headlock.

“Aaagh, Stevie! Help me!”

Steve just blinked at the two of them, probably trying to figure out how he was supposed to corral two adults who were nearly triple his age.

“So in the future, you and Robin seem to have some kind of… friendship?”

“Friendship?” Future-Eddie squawked. “No friendship here. She’s my soulmate by proxy. My sworn fuckin’ enemy.” From his bent over position he managed to grab her behind the knees and haul her over his shoulder.

“Barbarian!”

“Buckley, my tabletop wife, you know I’m a bard.”

“Would you two shut the fuck up?!” Nancy hissed. “You’re gonna get us eaten.”

Future-Robin was let back onto her feet, quietly.

“Sorry.”

It was objectively hilarious, watching two grown adults who could technically be their grandparents mutter their apologies as if they’d just been chastised by the school principal.

It was even funnier watching them punch each other in the arm as soon as Nancy’s back was turned.

“We’re here.” Nancy said, staring out at the houses. “C’mon.” Without a backwards glance, she took off running.

“Nan-!” Robin lowered her volume as they all chased after her. “Nancy!”

By the time Eddie and Steve had followed them through the front door, the rest of them were disappearing upstairs.

“Why didn’t you tell us this earlier?” Nancy was asking, holding what looked like a diary.

“Would you have believed us? You need to see evidence for yourself, you know that.” His future counterpart answered.

“What did I miss?” Eddie wheezed, placing his hands on his knees.

Fuck, he needed to give up smoking.

“It’s 1983.” Robin answered, patting his back.

“Is this more time-travel fuckery?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Future Eddie and Robin spoke at the same time.

“The Upside-Down is stuck in 1983. The day Will Byers went missing.” Nancy clarified.

“Right. Okay. 1983. Cool.” Eddie gave a thumbs up, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He glanced around. “Hey, where’s-”

He was abruptly cut off as the entire house around them shook, sending him tumbling back into the hallway. The sounds of photo frames and Nancy’s knick knacks crashing to the ground surrounded him but underneath it all his blood ran cold when he heard a pained shout from downstairs.

“Steve?!” He called out, panicked, trying to get to his feet but being defeated by his own severe lack of athleticism and the incessant shaking of the very earth beneath him.

He crawled towards the stairs, thankful that the shaking had stopped by the time he reached the first step.

He flew down them, nearly landing square on his ass again before catching sight of Steve, leaning heavily up against the wall and clutching his sides.

“Steve! Are you okay?” There were red patches starting to bloom under the makeshift bandages around his waist and he hissed in pain, as Eddie took hold of his arms, pressing his forehead into Eddie’s shoulder.

“I just… I just need a minute.”

There was the sound of something ripping beside him.

“Shit. Things move fast in this timeline, don’t they?”

Eddie turned his head and froze, staring wide eyed at the third figure standing next to them.

Part 1 Part 3

I'm thinking one more part for this auspicious anniversary/time travel fic. I'll update the posts with links and the AO3 link too.

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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f you for ruining barcelona for me - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader - Part 2

A/n: here's the link to part 1 - Secret Love Song + here is the anger that follows the heartbreak

Barcelona was the first place where you had ever fallen in love, right up until the day you left, needing to escape the ghosts of the past. The nature of the secret relationship, hiding from the world, it ruined a lot of things for you, even in the sweet moments, you two were so desperate to hide.

You couldn’t watch certain tv shows because you’d watched them with her in a blanket fort in her home or your former one. Certain songs made you grimace because you’d danced the night away with her in your kitchen or hers. You almost cried at the movie being shown on the plane because it was one you’d watched alone, on an evening that she had something more important to do.

You hid out in England with a few acquaintances you’d met during international duty, having been called up for some friendlies after showing your skills at Barcelona had grown. Nobody knew you’d gone from fuelling yourself with desperation for Aitana’s attention, to fuelling yourself with anger, because you deserved better.

You were hiding out in England when the summer transfer window opened, and your free transfer to Wolfsburg was announced. You’d become a free agent when choosing not to renew with Barcelona, much to the team’s disappointment as time ran out for your renewal to be announced like they were hoping. Only Jana, Mapi and Ingrid knew you weren’t going to stay, eventually the captains found out too, but nobody really knew you had left Barcelona at first.

Until you posted on your stories, a mirror selfie with a chosen audio that left Aitana’s skin crawling, and nearly everyone else who saw it confused. Jana replied to the story saying she missed you, whilst Mapi spotted the new tattoo you’d gotten, then enquired about the music, and the lyrics on the screen with the selfie.

‘I heard you’re better off and you’re doing fine, I heard that you’re in love, good fucking try. Did it even hurt, ‘cause you didn’t cry, I know we said forever but I guess we lied…’ the music sampling another of the artist’s that Aitana had heard before, playing in your home back in Barcelona. She hoped you weren’t calling her out, but then your farewell to Barcelona post came up on her Instagram feed.

‘Barcelona, the city and the club, it’s time for me to say farewell. You have been with me since the start and watched me grow as a player, and as a person. But it’s time for me to move on, the city is haunted with ghosts, but I will never forget anyone, you all taught me so much. You taught me what I really deserve, and I will take that with me in my next adventure. Barcelona, you saw me fall in love, but you also saw my heartbreak, and how I lost myself. I am finding myself again, and I know what I deserve. Wolfsburg, you will not know what is going to hit you, but first up is the World Cup. Te amo, Barcelona siempre<3’

You weren’t exactly subtle with your farewell message, a mix of sadness and passive aggressiveness that made it clear that you were nursing a heartbreak, and it was because of that, that you decided to leave.

The post was from days ago, but somehow she had only just seen it now, spotting that you had posted something onto your story too, from hours ago. She almost smiled as the video showed you singing along to a song on the radio, before realising what the song was, making her heart ache. ‘You made me hate this city!’ your voice echoed in her ears, making her close instagram and wipe away the tears. She had convinced herself you deserved better, better than her.

It didn’t help that your leaving had become gossip around the Barcelona team, wondering what the hell had happened to drive you to leave, or in some cases, who the hell had driven you to want to leave, because they all thought you would stay.

None of them knew you were in a relationship, but Mapi and Ingrid admitted they both thought you had something going on. Jana knew the truth, even though you had never told her who it was, she figured it out.

“I was there. She would cancel plans on them, string them along, refuse to be seen together in public, even in a cinema in the dark! They smiled less, just wanting her to look at them during training, to celebrate their goals together, but my best friend was not a priority to her, not like her career. She made my best friend her dirty little secret, then walked away! She ruined Barcelona for them!” Jana didn’t mean to rant, going from calm to angry too quickly, but the song playing over the stereo didn’t help, knowing the song had been one you had listened to in the car to the airport. Crash and Burn by Maggie Lindemann.

“When-”

“Día de San Valentín.” Jana sighed, feeling tears prickle in her eyes but she ignored them in favour of her phone buzzing with a message from you.

“Where are they now?” Irene enquired, knowing that you were definitely not in Spain after seeing some videos of you hanging out in England with some WSL players, then some photos of you exploring Germany with some of your new teammates.

“Waiting on a plane for the World Cup.” Jana replied, sending you a reply for a safe trip, even if that was in the hands of the plane and the pilot, more than yourself.

“You mentioned training and goals… someone on the team? And none of us noticed?”

Jana caught Aitana’s gaze for a moment, but she didn’t drop Aitana in it and tell them everything she knew.

“So desperate to hide, my best friend hid everything, but they wore their heart on their sleeve, before it was ripped out when she walked away on Día de San Valentín… it was bad, but they loved her, so they never talked shit about her, even if it was deserved. You were a terrible girlfriend, you ruined Barcelona for them, and you ruined love too.” Jana’s voice was quiet, but stern, not realising she was holding Aitana’s gaze for a little too long, until Mapi was frowning, and Ingrid turned to see if Mapi was thinking what she was thinking.

“Wait a second-” Mapi was about to call out what she saw, but her phone lit up with a notification of your close friend stories, where there were several recent updates, including a close-up selfie of you at the airport, sat at the gate waiting, and looking half asleep as you stuck up a peace sign.

Another photo showed one of your national teammates curled up asleep in the uncomfortable airport chair, then you had a video of the view of the tarmac, with a fragment of your reflection in the glass, headphones in and a song attached to the video. Fletcher’s ‘fuck you for ruining new york city for me’ but you had added a note ‘*barcelona’.

Clearly you were still healing…

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #aitana bonmati x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati imagines #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines

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dawnquafam · 7 days

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“Can we talk?” “This is not the right moment for this.” For Orm and Stephen!

Enjoy 3.5k words of Stephen being very stressed about reuniting with his parents and Orm being a supportive not-yet-boyfriend about it <3

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Stephen pulled over in front of a house that was both comforting and terrifying in its familiarity, his heart pounding in the peaceful suburbs. He stopped just before the driveway, unable to take his eyes off the neatly manicured lawn where he had run around as a child pretending to be Atlantean, off the window on the second story to the room where he had hidden away and read everything he could get his hands on about where the sunken city could be and what it might be like. He hadn’t seen this place in… he didn’t know how long. He wished he could say that it hadn’t been anywhere near as long since he had spoken to the people inside, but… that would be a lie.

He didn’t know when he had last done that, either.

He had never meant to lose touch with his parents. He had never meant to stop visiting them, then stop calling them, and finally stop texting and even emailing them. There was just always work to do, always a new lead to chase, always a new person laughing in his face that he needed to prove wrong. Returning their attempts to communicate had fallen by the wayside, buried by the desperate need to be right, for someone to believe him, and after meeting David, he’d held fast to the excuse that he didn’t want to reconnect only to get killed for failing him. There had always been a reason to maintain the silence.

Until a year ago, when he had suddenly become both vindicated and safe, and now he here he sat, almost out of reasons for the first time in forever.

He'd had second thoughts when he suggested coming here after Fishermen agents had ambushed him and Orm. He’d had third thoughts, fourth, fifth, sixth thoughts and more, too, and that was just at the beginning, when they were hiding out in a cheap motel room and a recently arrived Atlanna was double-checking his handiwork in patching Orm up. But his hometown was more than far enough inland to make any water-dweller think their own second thoughts about pursuing them, it offered far more homey amenities than a random League safehouse, and… he did want to see his parents again. If keeping Orm safe until the heat died down wasn’t going to push him to break down the walls he had built, then nothing ever would.

He could still delay it, though.

Turning the rental car’s engine off, he forced his attention to his passenger. Orm slept soundly beside him, faint bags under his eyes from a couple of sleepless nights, one hand curled loosely around his side, protecting the worst of his lingering wounds from the fight that had driven them here. “Hey.” He reached over, gently squeezing his arm. “We’re here.”

He jerked awake, hand clenching into a fist before he realized there was no danger. After rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn, he studied Stephen’s childhood home. “It’s quaint.”

Stephen looked at it again, at the cracked shutters and fading paint contrasting against the perfect landscaping and cute style. “‘Quaint’ as in charmingly old and small, or ‘quaint’ as in that’s the nicest thing a prince can think to say?”

“You know I meant it as a compliment,” Orm said, a slightly reproachful edge to his tone. “Palaces aren’t the be all end all of beautiful places to live.”

“Because even the most exquisite palace is empty without a family and anything is better than a prison cell,” Stephen said, echoing the conversation they’d had plenty of times when they were apartment hunting together. He sighed. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

“The way you’ve been talking my ear off ever since you decided to take me here made that quite clear.” He furrowed his brows, glancing at the clock. “How long was I asleep? I didn’t intend to leave you with no one to talk to.”

“You needed it.” Stephen resisted the urge to smooth his hair, ruffled from the headrest, knowing that Orm accidentally grabbing his wrist during some turbulence was probably the closest they would ever get to such casual affection. He gestured instead, pointing at his hair and mimicking smoothing his own. “I would’ve told you to sleep on the plane if I thought you’d actually do it.”

“Those contraptions are catastrophes waiting to happen,” he muttered, sliding open the mirror and combing his fingers through his hair. “Mera and I are the only sane ones for believing it’s unnatural to be so high.”

Despite his nerves, Stephen chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were more afraid of flying than the five Fishermen agents that tried to kill us a couple days ago.”

“I’ve been trained to fight since I was six.” His hair successfully smoothed, he closed the mirror and laid his head back, looking at Stephen. “I know how to protect you from assassins. Not a plane crash.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks. He dropped his gaze, wondering if it would be easier to face his homecoming than the way Orm acted like protecting him was the only thing that mattered. He had watched the royal family’s training matches a few times, he had seen Orm fight, but the ferocity he had displayed when the agents burst in on them, the ferocity that hadn’t batted an eye at his injuries but had burned noticeably brighter when they tried to get to Stephen… he had been fighting for a life that night, but not his own. He cleared his throat. “How are you doing, by the way?”

“I should be fine in a day or two. I think,” he added beneath his breath, forever frustrated by how his healing had slowed in the aftermath of his imprisonment. He shook his head sharply, focusing on Stephen. “Are you ready to go in?” he asked at a normal volume.

Stephen’s false courage shattered at the question. It was easier to stay in this car, dealing with the feelings he had had practice pushing aside, with the brand of insanity that had become par for the course since meeting David, than to face the reunion he had spent so long avoiding. “No,” he answered, leaning on the steering wheel, careful not to honk the horn on accident. He didn’t need to draw attention to their lurking. “Can we talk?”

Orm arched an eyebrow. “This is not the right moment for this. We’re in front of your house.”

“Their house,” Stephen corrected automatically. “And I’m not- I’m not stalling. Ok, yes, I am,” he said when Orm’s eyebrow rose higher, “but I just… I’ve talked about everything but this since I offered this up as a place to lay low for a while. I don’t… I don’t know what to do.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “I believe ringing the doorbell is the proper etiquette for requesting entry.”

Stephen huffed a reluctant laugh. “I know that, Prince Sarcasm,” he said. He swore he saw a glimmer of satisfaction in Orm’s eyes. “I mean… what do I say?” He looked at him hopelessly, the spurt of mirth vanishing. “What did you do when you reunited with your mom?”

He stiffened, his own shred of a good mood following Stephen’s into darkness, and Stephen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, wondering if he had just pushed the closed-off prince a step too far. A silent moment stretched out, pierced only by the distant cry of a lonely bird, until Stephen was so startled when he did speak that he nearly jumped. “I had little time to say anything before I was arrested,” he admitted. “Most of what I ‘said’ was spoken through our hug.”

“A hug,” Stephen said, trying to remember when he had last hugged either of his parents. When had he last been here? “Are they even going to want to hug me?”

“My mother returned home to find me waging a war and attempting to kill my own brother and betrothed so I could wipe out the surface world, and the first thing she did was hug me,” Orm said. “If she can look past that, then your parents can look past a few years of radio silence.”

“It’s been more than a few years.” He hunted through his memories for a birthday text, a Father’s Day call, something that would tell him how long it actually had been. Before he had met David, certainly, but too many years before then all blurred together into a haze of bitter desperation. “What if I hurt them too badly?”

“You said they’re good people who always supported you, did you not?”

“I did.” He softened slightly, his shoulders slumping. “They always said they were practical people with practical dreams. All my dad ever wanted was to open his own barbershop, and all my mom ever wanted was to be a mom. They loved that I dreamed of something so fantastic as Atlantis, and even when the rest of the world called me an idiot, they believed in me.” He dropped his forehead against his arms. “And all I did in return was cut them off.”

“On accident,” Orm pointed out.

“They don’t know that.”

“They will if you tell them.” Fabric rustled and a small grunt escaped him as he straightened up. “Stephen.”

He lifted his head, drawn in by the soft note beneath the serious tone, the telltale hint that he was going to open up. “I spent the majority of my life believing I would never see my mother again,” he said. “I didn’t know that she was alive, and then I had no way to speak to her. There were countless times when I wished that reuniting with her could be as simple as ringing a doorbell, and I treasure every moment I have with her now. Don’t allow fear to steal that from you.”

“I’m not that brave.” His heart ached to go inside, but his foot longed to hit the gas and flee. “I’m not you.”

“You were teasing me a minute ago about my fear of planes,” he reminded him.

“True,” Stephen allowed fondly. “But that’s a cute quirk of your upbringing, and besides, you’re here, aren’t you? This is just fear, and it’s controlled me for a long time. It still is.”

“You’re here, too.” Orm scratched his cheek, and for one delusional moment Stephen thought he was hiding a faint blush, but it had to be a trick of the lighting. “Contrary to what you seem to believe, I do get scared. I know it is possible to conquer your fear, and you’re closer than you ever have been. And that,” he added quickly, “is an admission you are never allowed to share with anyone. Especially not Arthur.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” Stephen promised. It was an easy one to make, seeing as he was already keeping it, even from him. Orm tried his best to play the unflappable soldier, but living together created an unavoidable closeness that meant that Stephen knew about his nightmares and panic attacks, though he didn’t think Orm had made the connection between them and the times when Stephen turned on the TV to drown out the silence or filled the tub with cold water and then said he’d changed his mind about taking a bath. “But I didn’t say you were fearless. I said you were brave. There’s a difference.”

Orm blinked, processing the words like it was a new concept to him that fear didn’t negate bravery, and it took him a moment to find his voice. “You betrayed Manta to protect my nephew and you’re harboring a wanted fugitive. I would say that makes you brave.”

A little thrill ran up his spine at Orm calling him brave, but he couldn’t believe it. “I didn’t have time to think with Junior,” he countered. “And I’m not going to leave you out in the cold after everything you and your family have done for me. Talking to my parents is…” He realized he hadn’t even taken his seatbelt off. “Maybe we should just go to a hotel or something. We’re in South Dakota, we’re already about as far away from either ocean as we can get. Does it really matter where we stay?”

“It matters to you,” Orm said.

Stephen stared at him. Stared at the shadow of a bruise on his jaw, at the persistent gleam in his eyes. He wanted this reunion. He wanted it for him. He had fought to keep him alive, and now he was fighting to make him walk up that driveway and heal one of his deepest wounds. After so many years of being alone against the world, it was still baffling to have someone so… in his corner. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend it. But he couldn’t deny the evidence that it was true, or that Orm was waiting for an answer, either.

He let out a breath. “All right,” he acquiesced. “I don’t suppose you… have any tips?”

Orm dropped his gaze, covering the fidgeting fingers of his left hand with his other hand. “My father was killed on my seventeenth birthday attempting to take the Ocean Master title himself,” he began quietly. “I was a child with the legacy of a traitor and a failure on my shoulders, Mera and Vulko were already working against me, and suddenly I had to take the throne. I had everything to fight and no one to fight it with. Aside from believing the gods had a plan for me, the only thing that saw me through was imagining my mother at my shoulder, supporting me through it.” He tipped his head wearily. “Of course, now I know that she would have disapproved of a number of my decisions.”

“Not all of them,” Stephen soothed instinctively while he mulled over the message. Imagine someone supporting me. “Your people had good reasons to want you as their king. Arthur still has a lot of your policies in place, doesn’t he?”

“With some tweaks,” he grumbled. He glanced over his shoulder, looking towards the ocean, towards New York and Amnesty Bay. Towards his home.

Stephen said nothing, giving Orm the peace to have his moment of longing and himself the peace to sort through his mess of a life. Who’s supportive enough to imagine at my shoulder?

He loved his parents, but considering they were the reason he was so terrified right now, they didn’t seem like the best choice. He had no siblings, and he had lost contact with his friends and extended family long ago. His exes certainly weren’t an option, and neither was David, nor anyone else on their crew. He had some good coworkers now, but they weren’t that close yet, and that logic applied to the royal family as well. Well, all of them except…

Orm looked back at him. “Are you ready now?”

Stephen couldn’t quite make himself smile, but some of his nerves did settle, enough for him to unbuckle and open the door. “Let’s go.”

They got out, Orm smoothing his hair again, and Stephen kept an eye on his stiff movements, hovering in case he stumbled, partially to be protective and partially to think about anything but the rapidly nearing door. But there was no distracting himself once he stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell with a shaking hand. Throat dry, heart hammering loudly enough for the world to hear, he shuffled slightly backwards, close enough to his chosen person for their shoulders to almost brush, and waited.

The door creaked open, and there stood his mom, her polite smile of greeting vanishing at the sight of him. She was older, with more wrinkles and whiter hair than he remembered, but still achingly familiar, right down to her favorite apron covered in pink hearts and the ponytail she always told him he had loved to play with when he was a baby. Tears sprang into her eyes as she covered her mouth with her hand. “Stephen?” she whispered behind it.

“Who is it, yeobo?” his dad called from somewhere inside.

If she responded, Stephen didn’t hear it. His gaze jerked towards the voice that had taught him Korean, his heart leaping into his throat, forgetting to breathe altogether until a tentative hand touched his arm. He lifted his hand to meet it, catching Orm’s fingers and holding on for a moment, steadying himself. I’m not alone. I’m just talking to my parents.

With a quick squeeze and a grateful glance, he nudged Orm’s hand down, letting him withdraw to the comfort of his personal space. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to his waiting mom. “Umma,” he greeted, the long-unused name catching on his tongue. “I’m, uh…” She’s seen me on TV. She knows I’m not dead. “Hi,” he finished weakly.

“Hi,” she greeted, fond and wobbly. With a tentative, trembling hand, she cupped his cheek, looking him over. “How… how have you been, sweetheart?”

“I’ve been…” He trailed off. She didn’t really need to know how miserably lonely and bitter he had been, or how many times he had nearly died, not right off the bat, and he didn’t really want to explain it all right now, anyway. He wanted to get Orm to a place to sit, he wanted to eat whatever was making that delicious smell wafting towards him, and, more than anything, he just wanted his mom. “I missed you.”

His voice cracked, and it was like the bursting of a dam. She stretched onto her tiptoes and swept him into a hug just in time for him to sob into her shoulder. He crumpled into her embrace, digging his fingers into her shirt, feeling her do the same on his back, both of them holding on like the other would disappear if they let go. An approaching set of footsteps made him lift his head, but he didn’t have time to say a word before his dad threw his arms around them both. “Appa,” he mumbled through another sob, leaning against him, one of his beloved beige shirts suddenly all he could see.

“Welcome home, Stephen,” he murmured thickly.

The words sounded foreign to his ears. “I’m sorry-” he started.

“Shh,” his mom soothed instantly, stroking his hair. “All that matters now is that you’re here.”

He fell silent, too choked up to respond even if he knew what to say. They weren’t mad. They weren’t pushing him away. They were just overjoyed to see him, happier than they had been even in his wildest dreams, and he clung to that love, to the security that he had longed for so many times in his years beneath David’s thumb. He closed his eyes, an unbearable weight lifting from his shoulders, and let the hug speak for itself, just like Orm had said it would.

Warm and safe in their arms, the tears and anxiety melted away, until they were eventually ready to half let go of each other. He straightened up, scrubbing his sleeve across his face, his other hand held tight in his mom’s and his dad holding his shoulder. “Who is this?” she asked.

He looked back at Orm, quickly donning his best charming prince smile after what was surely the very awkward experience of witnessing the tearful reunion that he wasn’t a part of, but Stephen could see his own nerves in the fingers subtly fidgeting against his thigh. “This is Orm. He’s…”

My roommate. Living proof that I was never insane and a font of all the Atlantean knowledge I’ve ever wanted and more. The prince who keeps saving my life. The guy who listens to me no matter what I’m rambling about. The first person in years who actually seems to care about me. A cute nerd and a hot soldier with a lifetime of pain that I wish I could kiss away. He’s… so many things to me.

But all of those details could wait, too. Especially the bit about wanting to kiss him. There was only one thing to say that both summed it all up and would instantly endear him to them.

“He’s the reason I’m here,” he finally said.

Forewarned that they were huggers, Orm quickly offered his hand when they both started to smile at him, and Stephen angled himself to shield him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

They took their turns shaking his hand and introducing themselves, and then his mom promptly tugged them both inside after they took their shoes off. His dad shut the door behind them and they were ushered to the dining room, where they were told to sit while his parents bustled around in a flurry of activity, finishing dinner and flinging question after question at the pair of them. Stephen answered what he could, and Orm stepped in when he got overwhelmed, genuine curiosity about their lives and a lifetime in politics easily giving him the respite he needed to breathe. Their arms were nearly brushing on the table, and by the time dinner was served and his parents joined them at the table, talking with both of them as if they had been there all along, he could hardly believe that he had been so afraid of this for so long.

He was home.

#stephen shin #orm marius #shinorm #aquaman #dceu #my fanfic.#julie tag #once again i wanted to write short things but this happened instead

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 days

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There's Beauty in Tragedy: Part Six

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: angst, stalking, kidnapping

Summary: JJ offered her house to you since you're too scared to live back at home. When you think you're finally in the clear, your stalker comes back but this time, he takes something far more valuable to you than some shit in your house.

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Square Filled: kidnapping for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Ever since he broke into Y/N’s house and she got away, he’s been watching her and waiting for the right time to strike. It’s not an easy task since someone from the FBI decided to take her in. Why? What did she do to deserve the sympathy from the FBI? The police usually don’t take in victims of crimes and invite them into their homes. He’s been parked outside the house Y/N entered last night, waiting for her to come out. Eventually, she does and she’s with the same FBI agent who took her in. They embrace and Miss FBI Agent pulls her in for a kiss.

“Mmm, interesting,” he smirks and leans back in his seat.

She got herself a new girlfriend. If he’s going to get at you, he’s going to have to go after her instead. He starts his car and leaves the area, already thinking of ways to do that.

After a few day’s rest, you’re ready to go on with your life. No news has come up on who broke into your house or who might have attacked you, and JJ has been so good to you letting you stay at her house. It’s been nice living with her even if it’s only temporary. She’s getting ready for the day while you lay in bed, not wanting to leave it just yet. She comes out in a towel and your mouth waters at the sight of her.

“Is there any way I can convince you to stay in bed with me?”

“I have to go to work. I took off a week with you. It’s time to face reality again.”

“We can face it in a few hours,” you grin.

“You’re insatiable,” she chuckles and drops the towel to get dressed.

“Can you blame me? I’m dating the most beautiful woman in the world.”

JJ finishes getting dressed and walks over to the bed where she sits on the edge of it. She tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Any news?”

“We managed to get a hold of your ex, Joanna. She agreed to come down for questioning.”

“Can I be there?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” JJ sighs.

“I know Joanna, JJ. I don’t want to talk to her. I just want to hear what she has to say. Please? I’ll know if she did this or not.”

“Well, you can’t do anything in bed. Get dressed. I’ll get coffee going.”

As soon as you two are ready, she drives you to the BAU where the rest of her team are. Emily is the first one to see you and she pulls you into a friendly hug.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Hey. It’s good to see you,” Derek smiles, hugging you next.

“Thank you for everything you did for me. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s kind of what we do,” Emily jokes.

“Come on, Joanna’s this way.”

JJ escorts you to where the interrogation rooms are, and you see Joanna inside with Rossi. She still looks as beautiful as the day you met her. Ginger hair and green eyes. She might be beautiful but she has major trust issues. She became a headache you couldn’t deal with anymore, and she broke up with you before you could do it to her. She went through your phone and saw something she perceived as you cheating on her. You’d never do that to anyone but she wouldn’t hear you out. Seeing her again after all these years brings up unpleasant memories you’d rather forget.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have to be here.”

“I’m okay,” you nod and cross your arms.

“Can you start by telling me where you were for the past week?”

“In Milan. I have business over there.”

“What do you do?”

“Fashion designer. I’ve been working with some clients. I had just gotten home last night. You’re more than welcome to call them to confirm my alibi.”

“We will. Does this look familiar?”

Rossi slides a plastic evidence bag containing the card that was attached to the flowers. Joanna looks at it briefly and shakes her head.

“Should I?”

“This note along with a bouquet of flowers was turned up at Luxurious Diamonds for your ex-girlfriend, Y/N. This note implies that someone was watching her the night before.”

“You think it’s me?”

“The note does say she was wearing a T-shirt you gifted her. Something about the country fair?”

“Yeah, I know the shirt. I bought it for her when we went on our second date. I don’t recognize that note. I never sent anything like that to her. I haven’t spoken to her since we broke up.”

“When was that?”

“College graduation.”

“Why did you break up?”

“Why is that relevant here?” Rossi goes to answer and Joanna sighs. “Look, I heard what happened to her. It’s all over the news. It’s terrible but I had nothing to do with it. Someone knew about our relationship and decided to make it look like it was me who sent it.”

“She’s not lying,” you sigh. “She scrunches her nose when she lies, and she hasn’t done that once. It wasn’t her. She’s right about one thing. Whoever wrote that note knew about our relationship. They knew about the shirt she gave me. It has to be someone from my college class. We weren't together after that.”

“We’ll look into it,” JJ says.

“Can we go? I don’t want to be here anymore.”

JJ takes you outside the building so you can get some fresh air. You still feel eyes on you like someone is watching you. You look around but there is no one out of place. Everyone who is around is either going about their lives or people driving by on the road.

“We’re going to catch this guy.”

“I know,” I nod.

“Look, your house has been cleared for a few days now. I didn’t want to say anything becasue I like having you at my house. I’d love it if you continued to stay at my house.”

“I’d love that, too, but I have to go home. I have commissions there that I need to finish. I have meetings with clients for them.”

“Bring them to my house.”

You pull her into you by her hips and kiss her slowly.

“JJ, I love how protective you are but I’ll be okay. Maybe I’ll get a dog,” you joke.

“I’m being serious. Maybe I should move in with you.”

“Baby,” you smile, “I’d love nothing more than that but I want you to do that not because you fear for my safety but because you want to without any stipulations behind it.”

“Yeah, I know,” she grumbles cutely.

“Look, I’m going home, getting the commissions, and going straight to my office to finish them there. Deal?”

“Deal. I’ll call you if anything new pops up.”

“I know you will,” you grin.

You two part with a loving kiss and she watches you walk off with a sigh. The entire drive home, you felt like someone was watching you. Even on the drive to your office once you got your commissions, eyes were always on you. You walk through the front doors with your briefcase in hand, determined to put this out of your mind. You have a meeting with Kim Kardashian in two hours for a piece she requested you make. You have to get this done.

“Hey, Y/N, I heard what happened. Are you okay?” your assistant says when she sees you.

“I’m okay. I just want to get past it.”

“Someone left some flowers for you. I put them on your desk.”

JJ sent you flowers? How sweet. You walk into your office and see the beautiful bouquet sitting on your desk. Your favorite flowers. She really knows how to get you blushing. You set your briefcase on the glass table and approach the flowers with a smile on your face. You pick up the card, open it, and your smile drops.

You hurt my feelings last time you threw these away. You look so pretty when you sleep.

These are not from JJ.

“Who brought these here?” you ask your assistant.

“A man. I didn’t recognize him. He just left.”

You immediately rush down the hallway to get to the elevator. If he just left then he might still be here. You get down to the lobby but there isn’t anyone here that you don’t recognize. Security is chatting with each other by the front desk, and you approach them with a worried look on your face.

“Please call me if anyone comes in looking for me or is here to bring something to me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” one of them nods.

You take out your phone and immediately call JJ.

“Missed me already?” she answers with a chuckle.

“I got another note and flowers.”

“I’ll be right there. Don’t throw anything out, not even the flowers. They might have DNA on them.”

“Okay.”

You go back up to your office and distract yourself with your work. Kim is looking for a beautiful diamond necklace to wear to a party and she is going to wear her hair up, exposing her neck. When she arrived for the meeting, she absolutely fell in love with the design you made and paid a lot of money to have the only one in existence. That’s the beauty in your designs. They are all one-of-a-kind. No one else is going to have the same piece.

Two hours later, there is no sign of JJ. The BAU isn’t far from your office so it shouldn’t take long to get here. Maybe she got caught up in work and you’re just being paranoid. Yeah, you’re just paranoid. She’s okay. You’ll see her later.

He waits outside Y/N’s office knowing JJ is going to come here. As soon as he dropped off the flowers, he knew it was only a matter of time before he saw JJ. He is leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth, smoking to pass the time. He’s not a big smoker, only got into the habit a few years ago.

He looks at the people passing by and sees JJ’s blonde hair across the street. Showtime. He drops his cigarette onto the ground and steps on it to make sure the flame is gone. Once she crosses the street, he jogs up to her side.

“Are you JJ?”

“Who are you?” she asks suspiciously.

“Y/N is my sister. She called me about the flowers and cards right after she got off the phone with you. I convinced her to stay with me for the time being until this maniac is caught. I worry about her, you know?”

“She never told me she had a brother,” JJ frowns.

“We’re not really on speaking terms but I knew I had to get back into her life. She’s my sister. I don’t want to see her hurt, you know?”

“Right.”

“Anyway, I have the flowers with the card with me. If you’d just follow me, I can hand them over to you.” JJ foolishly follows him to the alleyway next to Y/N’s office building where his car is parked. “They’re in the back.”

When she opens the back door of the van, he grabs her from behind and sticks a needle into her neck. She starts to fight him off but whatever is inside works quickly. She becomes limp in his arms and he shoves her into the back of his van. He ties her up and places duct tape over her mouth just in case she wakes up earlier than planned.

He closes the door and looks around to make sure he’s still in the dark. Everyone passes by without so much as a glance. They’re too stuck in their own lives to notice anything going on around them. He hops into the front seat with a smirk. Everything is going according to plan.

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effervescent-au · 3 months

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Hey, I know it's been awhile and unfortunately I won't be active in Tumblr often. But I just wanna know what's going on right? If you're okay about giving a small recap of the reason about having a new AU

Okay so there’s a couple reasons that I a) have this AU and b) am working on it instead of the Splat Chat.

First and foremost, Effervescent existed about a year before the Splat Chat, and while I wrote some stuff for it, I never shared anything for it. Effervescent was really the reason I got into writing fanfic, as that the story that I really, really wanted to tell. Back then, it just wasn’t very well put together, and I was not confident in what I had written. I also never worked on the old Effervescent fic consistently; I’d write 10k in a week, and then stop working on it for months. I ended up setting it aside for a while, as I was just not happy with how it was turning out.

Then Splatoon 3 came out, which I played day 1. That was my first time actually playing a Splatoon game (I was about to get splat2, but they announced splat3, so I decided to just wait ). I loved it, and then once I finished the story mode, I was reminded of my Effervescent fic, and I decided I wanted to give it another go. However, I had read a chat fic for another fandom that I really liked and decided that I first wanted to try writing a couple chapters of a chat fic as a warmup, and then I’d go back to Effervescent. So that’s what I did; I wrote a chatfic with some generic usernames and generic personalities, and figured I’d do like 5 chapters and call it done. I also decided to post it to AO3 since I liked how it turned out.

The Splat Chat got a much wilder reception that I could’ve ever hoped for. I loved having people vocally love my writing, so I wrote more and more, abandoning my intentions of writing for Effervescent and instead building out my own universe with the Splat Chat. I started building some lore, character quirks, and eventually named my agents. As we all know, the Splat Chat took off and became it’s own series, with the main fic and all the side stories.

So what happened? I kinda began to lose interest in the Splat Chat last summer. It got harder and harder to write for and think up plot. I really think I should’ve just ended the storyline after Raid Under Storm and Stress, but alas, I did not. The problem was that I never really had solid outlines for the Splat Chat, so I had very little direction besides some vague ideas in my head. Because I started losing interest in the Splat Chat, I ended thinking about Effervescent again. I went back to the old fic and began editing it again, with the intention of posting that. However, I soon realized that it was kinda not great, so I decided I would just rewrite it, and that’s what I did; I uploaded the prologue and chapter 1 in July, iirc.

Then I got caught up in moving out and trying to get ready for university, and I lost a lot of interest in writing in general. The only reason why I was able to post so much stuff for the Splat Chat anniversary was because I really kicked myself into overdrive to do it, because I had hyped it up so much and didn’t want to fall flat. But after that, I was really just exhausted with the Splat Chat universe and writing. I tried to get back into it for NaNoWriMo, but I ended up just getting back into Effervescent instead, and that’s when I started regularly updating that fic, and I’ve pretty much been focusing on writing for that universe since.

Why? Well, if I had to pick favorites between my AUs, it’s Effervescent. I actually have a really good outline and plan, so it feels much more cohesive, whereas the Splat Chat’s story was always messy. Effervescent is also the fic that I always wanted to write, whereas the Splat Chat just kinda… spiraled. I don’t always feel in control of the Splat Chat universe anymore. The Splat Chat just isn’t what it used to be, and I’ve had people point that out too. The cast is huge, the way the series and side fics are organized is horrendous, and it’s definitely a different fic that it was when it first started. I had someone comment that they didn’t like the new direction I was taking the series and they felt it was way too dark when I was working on the end of Amaranthine, and I got really discouraged by that. I was really trying to finish out my vision for that fic before I lost interest, but being told that it’s not what it should be really made me lose confidence in the Splat Chat series as a whole. It was the final nail in the coffin for my interest in the Splat Chat.

All in all, Effervescent was the story that I always wanted to tell, and I was just waiting for the right time. I do want to come back to the Splat Chat eventually, especially because I don’t want to leave a story unfinished when it was a fic a lot of people found solace in, but now’s just not the right time for me. At the end of the day, writing fanfic is just a hobby of mine, and I’m gonna write what I want to write.

Sorry that was certainly not a “small recap” but I think I needed to finally put an explanation down into words about what’s going on with my writing.

#effervescent #the splat chat #long post about writing reasons

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Update: Remember this post of an old basketball gym that was for sale in Wilkinson, Indiana for $299K?

Well, Kyle and Lauren were not looking for a new home when they saw the listing, and certainly had no interest in the rickety skeleton of a 72-year-old gym.

But because they lived nearby, they stopped in for a look. The pictures, they thought, had not done the space justice.

They were awed by its cavernous proportions, but they looked around and went home.

A week and a half later, the couple, (who has 3 kids), decided they wanted to own it. They called the real estate agent that morning and made an offer. It was accepted before they went to bed that night.

Lauren in front of the gym. “It was the strangest thing I’d ever heard of, and the coolest thing I’d ever heard of,” she said. The next day, after their offer of $300K was accepted, the real estate agent called and said the listing went viral and offers were pouring in from as far away as Singapore.

Among miscellaneous furniture, boxes await unpacking. Meanwhile, the viral moment faded as quickly as it appeared. The worldwide attention subsided.

Their daughter riding her bike in the gym. They realized one night that a colony of bats had taken up residence in the gym & spiders continue to emerge all over the house. Moving has been a slow process.

Kyle and his father examine carvings on an original wooden school desk left in the home. “We’re still walking around here thinking, ‘What did we just do?’” said Kyle, who estimated the cost of renovations, over a period of years, would eventually exceed the original cost of the home.

They have a photo showing the construction of the Wilkinson High School gym. They want to refurbish the court and open it up somehow to the Wilkinson community. The community is rooting for them and waiting to see what happens next.

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/09/24/sports/basketball/indiana-family-lives-in-gym.html

#real estate update #old gym conversion follow-up

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vergilsama922 · 11 months

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Question: What motivated you to even begin doing all this, all the Hope Universe?

(人◕ω◕) Interesting question. Well I suppose it really boils down to three things really. @wesst1 story "Everyday life with ultimate girls" which you can find here. @pyropsychiccollector story "Danganronpa: Another IF" which you can find here

And the fact that generally speaking, Makoto is not only the most unpopular main character but also he is the only one that actually inspires me. Right. So Why did I bring up Wesst1 and pyro? Well because both of them helped me get into exploring Makoto with others. See, I used to be a bog standard Naegiri & Naekusaba fan. Didn't really think much of shipping the egg with others. But reading Danganronpa: Another IF by @pyropsychiccollector really sold me on NaeCeles around Chapter 3 and Naezono throughout the story From there I became obsessed with other types of shipping and pyro will tell you I quickly reached out to him and well here we are XP But in the early days we were also talking about NaeChisa when there were like 1-3 images out there on the entire internet. And yeah...I quickly fell down the rabbit hole. NaeHina, Naekawa, NaeJunko, Naezono and after reading @wesst1 story, my mind blew wide open. The way he set it up by having Makoto interact with OTHER Girls from GD and V3....Yeah man that shit was revolutionary. Suddenly I had a reference point to expand beyond my initial Class 78 girls with the egg. From here on, I just wanted to explore shipping Makoto with others. Sonia, Akane, Mikan, Ibuki (@pyropsychiccollector she's still an agent of chaos), Miu, Kaede, Angie, Tenko, etc And well funnily enough I started getting into Koikatsu around this time. Same program I use for all my 3D stuff. See, on a site called Pixiv there was this guy called Demco. He made all the main series characters sans Ruruka and Seiko. But there was a rub. He was SUPER paranoid? Controlling? XDDD @notpistol knows what I'm talking about. He basically had this rule where you couldn't share his danganronpa characters at all or he'll private everything and you wouldn't get access to future updates of a character as he improved the designs. Several times though they would get leaked and he eventually went nuclear and just stopped making cards and took down all his links. Around this time I had to quite literally look at pictures he would still post and figure out the new changes and looks and replicate it myself (with limited success). So Demco became this new....goal or rival to beat XDDD I would tell @pyropsychiccollector about Demco's madness but brilliance and my desire to succeed him.

So I practiced and developed my skills. Not long after I began making my own characters Demco never made like Miaya and the Student Council~ Those were my first ever characters I made that nobody did. @notpistol also started making the spin-off/LN/Manga characters like Sayaka's idol group or Yui and Hiroko! So between the two of us and I forgot to add but there was a lad who made Seiko and Ruruka and did a GOD tier job with the early designs. Also, someone made Danganronpa Another cards but they....weren't that good XDDD. But yeah between me and @notpistol we basically started making every danganronpa character that had an image. I think though what made me really make the Hope universe was....okay. I finally became a solid creator. I could replicate/improve upon Demco's cards and I made new characters. But there wasn't a grand plan or anything. I was just using them for shipping stuff and my goal at the time was to show Makoto x <Insert Girl> art and family stuff.

A NaeAngie family picture or Makoto with Tsumugi and their child or NaeCeles Family or Naekawa wedding. Stuff like that. My earliest Koikatsu work was in fact Makoto x Chisa and soon after Makoto x Celeste and Makoto x Junko. You seen the kids and stuff. However once I saw DRA1 and SDRA2 I decided.....I can make all of this work. XDDDD I became unapologetically greedy and decided to make a huge harem and @wesst1 already showed me it can be done! So I decided to incorporate fangan stuff but I didn't have an overall plan or story or anything. it was more or less "Hey I'm a huge Makoto harem shipper, here's this big family" But as I decided to add more characters and what not, I began figuring out who goes where. And creating the initial groundwork for classes. It wasn't until the brilliant @putaindeplagieur contacted me and made this kickass Excel spreadsheet listing all the classes, who teaches the classes and yeah we worked together for months and I pitched him the idea of opening up multiple schools and we (Mostly him) organized that shit! XDDDDD Which led to the Hope Universe we have. I wanted a corner of the internet where we get some wholesome fluff and family stuff with the egg. No deaths, no murder porn, none of that stuff. And I needed it because life fucking sucks here in America especially as a minority so it became this outlet for me. In my single-minded devotion to this project, I created something special with the help of @putaindeplagieur, @pyropsychiccollector and @notpistol Eventually though as of late last year I wanted to add some story to all of this. Me and @pyropsychiccollector have been spitballing idea's for skits and stuff and yeah. Laughing Man Saga for the family 15 years post Class 78 Graduation and I'm hard at work for the Kamukura/Tragedy story while they're at Hope's Peak.

Bit of a long read and stuff but yeah...I started this all not just to make makoto shippers happy and stuff but because It's therapeutic for me and maybe a few others. I know @makoto-naegi-stud-and-friends has also been making some Naegi centered stuff! I guess also another big part of WHY I made the hope universe is to give characters a better life. Junko is doing much better, Kanade, Ruruka, Seiko, Natsumi, Kotoko, Tsumugi, etc. I just wanted to take all these characters and put them in a better world (not a perfect one) free from all that despair and stuff. Real life is already fuckin miserable here with constant mass shootings, the far right losing their minds over LGBTQIA stuff and corporations turning America into Neo-Feudalism slowly over time. What do I gain from seeing so much darkness in DRA1/SDRA2? And yeah I also wanted to have characters from these fangans get a chance to be happy and stuff since projects either get canceled or we run into the initial dilemma of so much dark and depressing shit.

Dunno. For me at least, I need fluff since I'm always exposed to so much despair in real life. XDDD And I hope you all enjoy the stuff I do~

#danganronpa #danganronpa au #makoto naegi #hope universe #fanganronpa

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free-for-all-fics · 1 year

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More random Marvel prompts and ideas, feat. Bucky, Zemo, and Loki. Pls tag me if any of these inspire you to write something! I’d love to read it! 💜

1. Bucky is reader’s father and she was kidnapped and used by Hydra alongside him. While he was the Winter Soldier, she was used to keep him in line and may or may not have had her memories erased like he did. So while in captivity, she and Bucky may feel a sense of familiarity, but have no idea why or that they’re related. But what Hydra never knew is that while she and Bucky both were taught Russian, she secretly implanted safe words into his head to snap him out of Winter Soldier mode, just in case they ever made it out alive and needed a fail safe. Now, after Zemo (or another character) used the words to trigger him back into the Winter Soldier, she has to use the safe words she taught him to get him back to normal, even if it’s during mid-combat and she risks her life/safety in the process. Even if she hates having to go inside her dad’s mind. She just wants to stop him from hurting others or himself. She just wants her dad back.

2. Zemo as a cult leader AU. I’ve seen some Bucky fics with this scenario and they’re so dark and sensual, what about Zemo’s turn?

3. Zemo or Bucky Spy/Crime AU inspired by Nancy Drew and the Silent Spy. Reader was a top performing spy/agent for many years before she met Bucky/Helmut. Following their marriage, reader left the spy world to raise their child, a promise made to her husband. As such, they decided to keep Reader’s past a secret. Until Reader gets a call from an old friend and fellow spy that would put her back in the game, leading to Bucky/Zemo losing trust in that friend (Could be Natasha, Steve, Sharon, whoever). And despite the success of the mission, Reader seemingly died in a car accident while undercover. For many years, Helmut/Bucky believed reader was betrayed and killed, and this causes him to go onto a life of crime - to seek revenge for his wife’s murder. For many years, the death remained a painful subject for Bucky/Helmut, who was aggravated by her leaving and fought with her before she left.

Now his plane has just landed in the very country/city Reader had supposedly died in, and he’s here to unravel the conspiracy behind her death, hoping to find any clues and remnants of her final days here. This high-risk mission could prove fatal, with danger around every corner, down every street, inside every room. Bucky/Helmut might encounter enemies and friends alike, some of whom closer than he may think. As they say, you may never know whom to trust, so best to keep your friends close and enemies closer. Perhaps the person he’s looking for most will be right under his nose, and he won’t even know it. Maybe some secrets should stay buried, like his wife was. Or was she?

4. Bucky either gets turned into a cat (either a normal cat who has to use those push to talk word buttons for pets to communicate, or a talking cat like Salem Saberhagen) OR he develops the ability to talk to animals through a magic mishap. (Could be from Strange, Loki, or another source) But he can now understand everything Alpine says and communicate with her perfectly, so he really enjoys this new development instead of wanting to be changed back to normal right away. He and his favorite girl in the world (aside from you, of course) are bonding and causing catastrophe *ba dum tss* and this will only solidify their lifelong friendship. Feline friends for life! Bucky’s just like, “Babe, guys, I know you’re all working really hard to fix this and get me back to normal but hear me out: What if we…don’t and say we did?”

5. You know those pictures of a Tomcat walking over thorns/barbs to reach the white cat and it looks like a romantic forbidden love? A fic with that scenario, where Alpine has a handsome Tomcat admirer who keeps coming by Bucky’s apartment to visit her and paws at/yowls by the window and/or brings “gifts” for her (buttons, rocks, whatever sparkly and colorful things he can get his paws on). Bucky is like, “No!! Absolutely not!! She’s my baby, my princess and no man is good enough for her! Get out of here, you punk! >:(“

but reader is like, “Awwwww it’s so romantic!! He’s singing for her! He’s brought gifts! Bucky, they’re in love! Look at them, it’s like Lady and the Tramp! Bucky, c’mon, I want grandkittens.”

Bucky is straight faced when he says, “Thanks for reminding me to schedule her vet appointment to get her spayed, doll.”

6. Narnia/Beauty and the Beast inspired: Imagine you fall through a portal in your closet and accidentally end up in Jotunheim, ruled by king Loki. At first, he tries to manipulate you with promises you will be his queen if you bring your family there. You go back to your world and come back a few days later, with your family, but end up going separate ways. When you return to the ice palace where Loki is, He’s disappointed that you came alone and locks you up in his dungeon. But you befriend Fenrir, his son and one of his loyal wolves. And as cliche as it is, perhaps you’ll melt the ice king’s heart. (It’s been a hot minute since I saw the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe so sorry if things are wrong).

7. Loki fic where reader is his daughter and is similar to Hel from Norse mythology, ruler of the land of the dead, half of her body that of a beautiful woman and the other half skeletal like a corpse. She and Loki have a visit and she’s feeling self conscious and asks, “Am I ugly? Am I undesirable?” because she’s read the tales and myths of Midgard, yet hasn’t found her “Persephone” yet. She’s feeling lonely and jealous since the dead aren’t the best conversationalists, nor are her brothers, and she’s stuck down below while other gods get to explore the world above. Loki tries to be the best father he can be to his favorite child and only daughter.

8. Merman/Siren Zemo and human reader AU: Reader is the daughter of a pirate or noble on a ship headed for home, until Zemo summons a Kraken to destroy the ship reader is on so he can kidnap her without witnesses. Maybe it’s dark where reader was sold to him but then reader’s father tries to back out of the deal, or he takes her as retribution after his family is killed. Maybe he walks on land as a human for a few days to gain the reader’s trust.

9. Merman AU where Zemo gets kidnapped by pirates, since it’s said a merman is part of the key to the long lost treasure. Reader is the captain’s daughter, but she goes against her father’s orders and secretly befriends Zemo during their voyage/quest for the treasure. She sets him free, even if she knows she’d be punished for it. What irony would it be if she’s the only one from the pirate crew who lays eyes on or comes in possession of the long sought after treasure. Pirates of the Carribbean inspired type thing. Could be dark or not.

10. AU where Zemo is a Nøkken/Fossegrim who uses his music to lure people to their drowning. But maybe reader is different. Maybe reader becomes his new muse/obsession and he wants her for himself, as a bride. That scene where Zemo sings Baa Baa Black Sheep to the kids just makes me want AUs of him as a singing mythical creature. Dark or not. “Stories also exist wherein the Fossegrim agreed to live with a human who had fallen in love with him” “a tale from the forest of Tiveden relates that a father promised his daughter to a nøkk who offered him great hauls of fish in a time of need; she refused and stabbed herself to death, staining the water lilies red from that time on.”

11. Pirate AU where Zemo/Bucky was once a pirate captain and is now a vengeful ghost disturbed from his centuries long sleep under the sea. Long ago, in the 1700’s he killed a ship’s crew full of members of the Royal Navy. He and his crew donned the dead men’s uniforms and kidnapped a countess on board, intending to hold her for ransom. Occasionally, Zemo/Bucky would permit the countess above deck. One night, she threw herself overboard and attempted to drown herself, but he dove in after her and pulled her back up. When the countess fell sick with fever, he nursed her back to health himself, not trusting anyone on his crew. This was the start of their love story. A love story which ended with his beloved countess murdered on their wedding day in a failed rescue attempt by her family, and he sent to the gallows for his crimes. Before the lever was pulled, he cursed them all and swore revenge. Now he’s crawled out from his watery grave, back as a vengeful spirit. He kidnaps the reader, a museum curator with a striking resemblance to his countess. His new obsession: Resurrect his love from the dead and make his countess remember who he is.

12. Possibly Dark Frankenstein AU with some Apsulov: End of Gods inspiration, where Zemo doesn’t have healthy coping mechanisms for his grief and is totally unhinged, becoming a mad doctor. He wants his family back through any means necessary. Carl was too small to bring back, but he can try to bring back his wife, Heike. His attempts instead create the reader, a woman with some of Heike’s parts. Whatever was left of her body that was still salvageable, that is.

You wake up on a strange surgical table in an unfamiliar room. You hear a man’s voice speaking over you, as if taking notes for a medical exam. “Some movement. Her responses and cognitive abilities seem to be working as intended.” The man’s voice then speaks directly to you, but you still can’t find where it’s coming from, no matter wherever which way you look.

“Good morning, my dear. Still a bit weak, I see. Not very surprising.” You try to ask any of the millions of questions you have, but it comes out as only a pathetic rasp. “Your throat muscles need time to recover. I’ll fix that for you later. Let’s hope this whole procedure wasn’t a waste of my precious time and resources. For now, don’t speak. I want you to go over to the table you see in front of you and show me who you are.”

You see a table with a single lamp and many headshots of different women, their names written underneath. There’s no mirror anywhere, so you don’t know what the right answer is. You’re so confused but the longer you hesitate, the more impatient and agitated the voice gets. You’re not sure what he wants, so you choose…. And the angry, frustrated shouts of “No! No! I can’t believe this! You failure! Is this all I have to show for my years of devoted research? My years of sleepless nights and grueling work? A pathetic little husk that has forgotten everything I’ve given her?! An imbecile that’s forgotten the entire history of us?!” tell you you’ve chosen wrong. Very wrong.

You try to speak again, but — “Shut up! We’re past the point of no return, we can’t give up on you now. I’ll come back for you, so don’t you dare move. I’ll fix you later.” The voice is gone. It seems you’ve been left alone for now. You don’t know what he meant when he said he’ll fix you, but you don’t want to stay to find out. You need to get out. Now.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #loki x reader #helmut zemo x reader #Zemo x reader #loki and daughter reader #random fic ideas #fic ideas #pls tag me if you write this

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twojackals · 2 years

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Time moves with or without you

Where to start.

We started the month with a rocky start when I pulled Anhur as my card of the week, and I already posted about that previously. Honestly after so many easy-going cards over a long period of time, I should have been more wary that something, at some point, was going to go down.

I admit I was not prepared for what followed.

I lucked out on a Nefertem pull for the week following Anhur and I gotta say, I really needed that. Healing and brightness were definitely a couple of things I needed in my life after going through the previous week (which was filled with tough but necessary things, not necessarily anything devastating it was just... time, as it were).

And I had a pretty good week, as anticipated. The card pulls, they are rarely ever wrong (and if I think they are wrong it's only because I may not fully understand).

I thought I was getting back into a rhythm of calm, but I was quickly put in my place the following week when the Sons of Heru came to visit.

A card alluding to Endings and Processes, and Protection along that path, was a tough pull, but it was made tougher by the actual events associated with it.

I don't think I could have planned for my direct manager's departure from my office. It was one of those relationships -- just a really, really good relationship, a strong bond of friendship and comradery and "us against the world (of the company, customers, etc)" -- that hearing about him leaving threw me into a spiral.

Now I already spoke about this in the Anhur post, so you can see that over there; however, the week of the Sons of Heru pull was the week he was leaving (on the Friday) and I didn't think much else of that card as a result. I admit to not going to my manager's going away party on that Friday because I didn't think I could bear it, and I also admit to being a little angry at him. I wouldn't have had fun. I would have started work at 6:30am and not ended up leaving the office until 8pm. No matter how much alcohol was involved, that would be way too much 'work'.

So I stayed home. And that was when the real ending began.

I received a phone call from our leasing agent. Our Landlord owns the condo and rents it to us through a realtor essentially. It turned out, the landlord wanted to come back and retake the condo, because our rent supposedly (it's a lie I'm sure of it) wasn't covering enough of the mortgage and it would make more sense for them to live in it.

Anyone who knows me, knows we have moved something like 10 times in 14 years. This was the first time we had been secure in a long-term place (for 3 years), and we were enjoying that. We had no intentions on moving, and we definitely did not have the money saved up to do it. Nevertheless, even though the leasing agent was being wishy-washy giving us the "maybe he will maybe he won't" non-committal garbage (a tactic to get us to leave so we will vacate and they will rent it out at a higher rate I'm sure, but unfortunately, when you have mental health issues, it works), and despite being broke, we decided to start looking for a place immediately.

We live in a place with 0.5% rental availability and the majority don't take pets. The ones who do, limit to one pet, and there might be parking for 1 car if you're lucky for an additional charge (sometimes included). Us? We have 2 pets and 2 cars. So take that 0.5% rental availability and just divide it a bunch of times, and that was our window. On top of that, due to my disability, I need to overlap rental apartments by 1 month (which means we will rent our current place and our new place for an entire month) in order to reduce what would otherwise be anxiety levels that could put me in the hospital.

It was frustrating to begin this search because honestly we were losing places before we even had a chance to see them. Most ads we responded to ignored us (probably they received such an overwhelming response), despite my doing up a beautiful rental resume with literally every detail in good standing that a landlord could ever want. The ones that did respond scheduled us in for viewings, only to contact me hours before and tell me we lost the place to someone else.

The first place we actually got in to see we a joke. We clearly explained to them on the phone that we needed parking for 2 cars. The woman on the other end of the line said "Oh, well, maybe we do, I will have to check... we can probably do something", and I said ok let's get in to see the place. Again they contacted me mere hours before the showing to tell me not to bother as it had been rented, but in a stroke of good luck we were updated a bit later that the interested party pulled out. Weird, but I'll take it. I then again reminded the person I was calling, that we needed parking for two cars and to please make sure that it was sorted.

She acted like she was speaking to someone from outer space. "Ohh," she drones, "I think we have nothing extra. I can check it. We can find out."

Angry, I admonished her through pointing out the fact that we clearly in no uncertain terms explained this was mandatory. What did she think we would do, sell our second car? We can't afford the rent without two jobs, and our two jobs don't start at the same time and are not in the same place. Public Transit is out for me due to disability. She then again started drawling it out "Well we'll check, we can check" and I said "Check... now." and she hurriedly said she would do so and check me back.

I waited awhile, way too long for someone who is actually a professional management company to check to see if they have a second parking spot available for us. What exactly are they keeping the records on -- napkins? Did she have to go around to each parking spot and see if a car was in it? (what if the people weren't home?) What could possibly take so long for what should have been a quick check of parking records.

Finally I texted her to let her know I'd have to leave in 10 minutes and needed to know for sure. She told me to come anyway as "I may not even like the place". That didn't fill me with enthusiasm but, again, for all the reasons posted above, we didn't have a lot of choice. So I take the drive down to Surrey, middle of the day, taking hours off work, to see this place where there 'should' have been two parking spaces available 'somewhere'.

I don't think I have to give you any guesses to where this is going to go.

Of course there were no fucking parking spaces, this whole damn thing is a bloody charade. To what end? I have no bloody clue. I arrive on site and can't find the rental office -- finally when I find it through texting, I am greeted by two very stern-looking individuals who have zero sense of humor and seem incapable of smiling even a little for the sake of basic human interaction, which my disabled brain interprets in the worst possible sense. On top of that, the one showing me the apartment can't stop staring at my damn headscarf and I start quietly wishing I had left it at home (but why the hell should I!).

The apartment was 'fine'. We could have lived there. But again, like I said, there were no parking spots. Even though I had asked multiple times for them to make sure there were 2. One would be available, one not. I asked, can we park in visitor's parking at least until a spot can be located? "Wellllll...." she droned on, "you're not supposed to."

You're the damn building manager, you get to set what we can and cannot do. You dragged me the hell down here. You figure it out! And basically that's what I told her, but in kinder words: we need help and need them to give us suggestions. Do they know of street parking around? (I couldn't find any that would be reliable myself). Can they make an exception to visitor's parking? Can they do anything that would warrant dragging a person down here in the middle of the damn day to see this shit-hole? (again the place is 'fine' but these places are definitely what some people might describe as 'ghetto').

So she walks me back to the rental office but stopped me well outside the door. The fact that I was not being invited in was a bad sign and I knew it. I resort to begging. I tell her we're amazing tenants. We have fantastic credit. We did not lose our jobs in the pandemic. We have never missed a rent payment in our lives. We are the best you can possibly get for this unit, all you have to do is find us a parking space.

With an expressionless face, she shrugs. "I can check again."

Because 'checking' worked so well the first time.

I asked her, please do not rent this place to someone else before you really do check. She agrees. "Ok, ok," she says.

I then go to my car and literally start calling around to other places. As I thought, they ghosted me and never followed up again.

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So that was a pretty big blog post, and I'm going to write the second part, just... in a bit maybe. In a separate post. Join me back here either later today or maybe tomorrow when I talk about the next step of this overall journey.

#personal #blog #moving #apartment #rental #vancouver #british columbia #kemet #kemetic #kemetic orthodox #nefertem #anhur #heru

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kitkatwinchester · 1 year

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I CALLED IT!!

THE DOORS SAY ARGENT!!

CHRIS IS NEXT ON THE LIST!!

F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CK--

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I--

In other news...

If I didn't already know that the FBI agent that Stiles is talking to is Scott's father (I spoiled a lot of this show for myself before I ever decided to start watching it oops my bad), I would be awfully confused at the attitude and anger.

HOWEVER, since I DO know it's Scott's father (and I also know why he's not in Scott's life oops please don't yell at me I saw a clip once and investigated further and it kind of just took off from there, okay??), I am instead SO PLEASED!

THAT'S RIGHT STILES!! TELL OFF YOUR BEST FRIEND'S TERRIBLE FATHER!!

I'm sure there's a lot more to it than I know, but I'm just going to revel in and appreciate the fact that Stiles despises this man solely because of what he did to his best friend and I just love that so much.

Stiles is literally the best best friend in the world and I could not possibly get enough of him. <3 <3

Also while we're here, can we talk about how surprisingly well Stiles is handling all of this, all things considered?

Like, Scott just left with one of their mortal enemies.

His dad is missing.

His best friend's mom is missing.

And Stiles, no matter how worried and scared he is, is managing to keep his cool enough to come up with a plan and try to distract the cops so that the rest of his group has time to get away and figure out what to do next.

I love him so much, omg.

Anyways can't wait for Chris to get taken and to have to watch Allison lose it too...

Yay...

(Not a gif, but I have seen this quote all over Tumblr and I had NO idea it was from Teen Wolf, and now that I do and have context, I am utterly pleased! <3)

#stiles stilinski #chris argent #stiles is literally the best #i say that once an episode #but it's so true #we love stiles #we stan stiles so much #literally one of the best characters on tv #i love him #get yourself a best friend like stiles #teen wolf #teen wolf season 3 #teen wolf spoilers #3x11

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hellooo im back💥 i adore your tattoo ideas i love queen sm & getting lines from youre my best friend with your best friend? genius truly. if i could get my best friend to get a matching tattoo with me (which would never happen shes so indecisive) id love to get lyrics from a song we both love. also love the little freak lines i love that song sm.

TY for the fic rec again im gonna give u another one because thats how this works now<3 across the hallway by periwinklehelp_123 (dorlene, dorcas and marlene live across the hallway from each other, pretty self explanatory)

now for taylor. im in a reputation kinda mood today sooo....getaway car, gorgeous, call it what you want !

and omg. pisces thats so funny. please tell me u dont have the same bday as remus.

also i love friends & b99 theyre just such perfect feel-good shows. ive recently been watching new girl in my spare time too🫶

also tangled & princess and the frog?? taste. i love those movies sm theyre the superior disney princess movies (although i always was an ariel girl when i was really young LOL)

okay now questions:

have i ever seen a moose - god i wish. i dont even think moose live in my part of canada? (just googled it and they dont. very sad day for me)

temperature over here - rn its 6 degrees, in the summer it gets up to like 30 degrees, & winter usually gets down to around -10 at most.

favourite fic of all time - oooh this is a hard one. now i dont really read fics for any other fandom, its kinda for marauders for me so. my wip favourites are disintegration by moonymoment, crimson rivers by zar, edge by pinkpalaceapartments (another agent-james assassin-reg fic, based on killing eve), kill your darlings by messermoon, and ofc dead or alive (i guess i have a thing for assassin reg and agent james LOL) now for finished fics... the winner is gonna have to go to just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by zar. (and intermission by zar too since it fits in there) its just perfect and i feel like ive reread it a billion times.

fav golden trio era ship - probably luna and neville (do they have a ship name? i cant think of it if they do) they were my favourite characters as a kid so they have a special place in my heart. OH i also love romione because theyre just a classic and i love them sm.

do i write fics - sadly no. ive tried and failed. im not a creative writer at all, in fact im literally the opposite, call me the grammar police. im essentially the designated paper editor among my friends because im fantastic at technical writing and stuff like that, but i cant write for shit. i truly envy people who can create such beautiful stories.

tea or coffee - coffee always. i do love tea and have it probably just as much as coffee but i will always be a coffee girly.

go to outfit - hmm. well i basically live in my doc martens and leather jacket (very sirius of me i must say) and i do love a good baggy jean and band tee look. but on my off days you cannot find me out of my sweatpants or pajamas. its simply not happening.

how many piercings - 4, two on each earlobe. (2 i did myself with a sewing needle, dont recommend) i really wanna get my septum or just the nostril, but i havent decided yet. although id probably never get it, i do love the look of the medusa piercing too its just cool.

area of study - im studying classics and anthroplogy in uni rn! ive always been a history/humanities girly and i love ancient history and languages so much so thats what i decided to do. (plus i was a greek mythology kid so) i think my ideal career path would be archaeologist but that could change at any given moment, so im just seeing where uni takes me.

fun fact about me - hmmm. im left handed! kinda not a fun fact but for some reason i dont know very many left handed people (i swear have we gotten rarer or something??)

now for questions for you:

do you like books? whats your fav book/book series?

fav movie/movies?

whats one place youve always wanted to visit and why?

do you have any go-to pieces of jewelry that you always wear?

fav food?

cats or dogs?

mbti type?

sun, moon, or stars?

fav holiday? (as im writing this im losing it thinking about what you said about lily and james dying on my bday.😭 i just know james answered the door dressed to the nines in some dumb costume)

im so bad at coming up with questions and im running out ideas so ill think of more for next time <3

-bee

bee bee hello my new best friend <333

i know it is genius isn’t it ??? that’s what i keep telling my best friend , but he’s too scared of the needle. my goal is one year. one year and we’ll both get tattoos. and the little freak thing is literally one of my favourite harry songs !!

new girl is honestly like after modern family on my list. i shall get to her one day.

YOU ARE WELCOME FOR THE FIC REC :))))) I’ve now downloaded across the hallway & am very excited to read it , so thank you (i love lesbians & the next door neighbour trope !!)

now fic rec for you (that is what we do now , you are absolutely correct.) - down at the wolfbucks café by WolfstarGarden (ft barista james & remus , where regulus & sirius walk in one day for a cup of coffee.)

and because i’m on a little bit of a drarry kick rn - mental by sara_holmes (ft drarry with a miscast legilimens spell meaning they can hear each other’s thoughts.)

TAY TAY TIME -

(also yes , reputation always! as jake would say , ‘she makes me feel things’)

getaway car - JEGULUS - i’ve claimed this song for doa (it’s very inspired by getaway car) so i’m very excited for it (favourite song on rep , dare i say.) ‘sirens in the beat of your heart , should’ve known i’d be the first to leave , think about the place where you first met me’ - very very relevant for doa. changed my life when i heard this line. and generally ‘sirens in the beat of your heart’ like nee naw nee naw , don’t fall in love with this man , it’s bad for your heart , but aw crap i’m in love with him already !!!

gorgeous - JEGULUS - (keep relating everything to them , but i swear there are other ships i relate with other songs ) ‘you ruined my life by not being mine’ regulus watching james dance at a club & fuming because someone’s dancing against him (he doesn’t know that james is doing it on purpose to make him jealous) ‘you make me so happy it turns back to sad’ I LOVE IT it’s them them. ‘you’re so gorgeous , i can’t say anything to your face’ i can just imagine reg being all mean to him (it’s his way of flirting , poor chap.)

call it what you want - JEGULUS - (again I feel the need to apologise. i relate everything to them , they’re my current hyperfixation.) ‘brought a knife to a gunfight’ ‘They fade to nothing when I look at him ,And I know I make the same mistakes every time , Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right, I did one thing right’ - IT’S SO THEM IN MY HEAD !!! like imagine a celeb au , and this is reg afterwards where he’s being all smooth with it , because he’s finally home with james AHHHHHH.

chatting time -

i just assumed everywhere in canada had mooses. just like i see foxes everywhere here . that’s a little disappointing , tbh , they should have mooses everywhere.

6 degrees??? damn that’s almost warm compared to the weather here (1 degree) . & it gets into he negatives ( I don’t remembered a minus ten , but i could be wrong.) however , i still think london cold is colder than any other cold. it just hits different. like absolutely ten times worse.

and the fics , dstg , cr , kyd , are all on my list ( i paused cr at chap two so I am absolutely avoiding spoilers with a BAT) and edge (KILLING EVE ??? OH MY GOD IT’S GOING ON THE LIST.) . thank u so so much for putting dead or alive on this list !!! I’m so happy you liked reading it just as much as i love writing it !!

just lovers & intermission are also on my list. my lessons are currently fucking me up so i have zero free time , & i’ve got mocks coming up in a little while. but once i’m free , i will absolutely read this it sounds so cute and comforting!!

ahhh luna & neville ?? that’s so sweet ?? (vis a vis ship name - luville is what i’d go for :) ) & i love romione too (unfortunately will not be reading any fics with them as the main ship , they’re just not compelling enough for me ) i personally love drarry (& dramione sometimes , lil bit of a guilty pleasure u might say) and their fics stab me in my heart and put them back together (isolation , temptation on the warfront (fave drarry fic ever) , it was all just a game , wait and hope)

AND SAME . I’m literally the grammar editor for my bets friend . // ‘edit my paper’ ‘use grammarly’ ‘you went to a grammar school. you ARE my grammarly.’ // literally even my school friends , the ones who went to this grammar school with me , use me as their editors . I’m being used , honestly. (i make them buy me things in exchange though.)

YOU CHOSE COFFEE ?? as a british person , this is blasphemy. absolute blasphemy. *sips tea with pinky finger sticking out*

leather jacket & doc martens ?? so sirius black of u , yes. ( me looking at my red converse , jeans & plain ol’ shirt.) BAND TEES BAND TEES BAND TEES. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE BAE. I unfortunately own like one of them , but my best friend owns so so many and one day , when he’s not home , i’ll break in and take a couple. maybe. not getting out of sweats & pjs is so real of you & same honestly. nothing beats netflix & pjs with a glass of something sparkly & a tube of smarties for me.

BRO not the sewing needle , how did you not get an infection ?????? one of my friends has a septum piercing (her parents do not know this !) so she hides up her nose when she’s at home. she got a cold recently, and she describes sneezing with the septum piercing ‘the most painful thing i’ve ever fucking felt.’ so u know. advice. i myself advise you to get the nostril pierced. i think it would be very cool of you (but of course i am in favour of whatever you wish to do)

AHHHHHHH I WAS ALSO A GREEK MYTHOLOGY KID!!!!! i knew the story of troy by heart , and i still do. i still do. love meeting another greek nerd honestly we’re so cool !!! AND YOU STUDY CLASSICS ??? that’s so cool of u honestly. there’s a joke in latin (here at least ) where we say ‘caecilius est in horto’ does that carry over there in canada ?? or am i just speaking tosh right now?? & anthropology too ?? u just keep getting more and more awesome. (i wanted to be an archaeologist too , at one point. decided saving lives was more my thing.somtimes tho , when i watch spy movies & i come out of the cinema , i do say i will become an agent.but i never will.) & yes let life carry u on ur way .

left-handed people are depleting. i know one left handed person in real life & she says it’s a real struggle. (my goal in life is to become ambidextrous though.)

QUESTION TIME 🕰️-

I LOVE BOOKS !!!! (took english lit for a level , I gotta have had loved reading in some way!) my favourite books when i was a kid was hp , but now they’re the ‘a good girls guide to murder series’ i highly recommend them , ravi singh is my personal fave. for a singular book ? you must never ask a bookworm this, it’s a cardinal sin. i’ll give you my top four

gods of jade and shadow

a thousand splendid suns

if we were villains

little women

(these books changed my life , I highly recommend.)

and my favourite movies ? top three -

jumanji (the first one)

the proposal (ryan & sandy have my HEART. writing an au of them right now ‘born or invented.’ jegulus of course , because margaret can’t swim , and neither can he.)

the hunger games movies (peeta>>>> gale)

hp movies (poa & ootp especially)

i do have more , (some aren’t even english) but my mind is blank rn. watching the apprentice atm & the boys just won the first ep. the girls are all sad & i’m very sorry for them.m (one of them will have to go home, but one of them also keeps calling herself the ‘kim k of business women’ as if kim wasn’t already a business women.)

place i wanted to visit?? new york - i always wanted to go there. friends takes place there , it’s the big apple , yk???? I love it so much on tv & i do want to see all the ways americans are different. want a big gulp cup , i want to experience a lil british privilege. want to go to the concrete jungle , for sure.

my earrings, and this pandora bracelet which has a snitch clasp & the ‘i open at the close inscription’ it’s very dear to me. also also a gold necklace with a double dolpin. i wear these three all the time , but sometimes i also like wearing lots of rings , but i’m in a lab for a lot of the time so it’s very inconvenient for me.

fave food- pop tarts and also this Chinese takeaway from near my place??? i’m in heaven whenever i eat it. i go out often , and nothing has ever beat that. i also love the cookies & brownies from this bakery near my bus stop & i honestly love them so much. (me and my best friend went there every day after our gcses honestly.)

cats or dogs - cats. (sorry sirius) but i would never say no to a pupper! always pet one if the owner lets me!!

mbti type - INFJ-T (i’m an advocate?? yes yes i think that’s good :)) )

stars !! always stars!! (technically the sun is also a star , but i digress) stars make pretty constellations and as an ex-astronomy student, i love them so much.

fave holiday - CHRISTMAS !!!!! a london christmas is IMMACULATE. honestly the vibes are unreal. the lights on oxford street and everything ✨

& the halloween thing ?? i’m sorry , oh my god , your birthday is now the deathday of the greatest parents ever 💔.

WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING JAMES OPENED THE DOOR ??? HE DID NOT DO THIS ??? voldy broke down the door , my friend , i promise even james isn’t that trusting.

but i agree he was so dressed in a dumb costume anyways .

q’s for next time

fave rarepair ?

fuck marry kill james sirius remus

what place do you want to visit and why?

fave book / book series ?

most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done ?

favourite thing you own?

if your life was a movie , what would you call it ?

(as usual , bee , come back in my inbox asap i will miss u otherwise. and keep it coming with the taylor songs , this is my daily bread.)

#ess water a plant #bee <33 #ess’s marauders x ts crossover

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