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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 1 year

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Six Feet Under the Stars | Rudy Pankow | Prologue

When Thea Ross comes back into Rudy Pankow's life five years after he graduated high school, he's not prepared for her to tell him their last encounter resulted in more than he bargained for.

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A/N: Oh look I finally got around to posting this. This has been edited and this version @teelagurl558 hasn’t read yet teehee. Okay I am going to bed now.

tagging people who might be interested: @pankowperfection @pankhoeforlife @sweettartforrudy

“Dorothea Claire Ross, how dare you enter this room without giving me a hug.” Chase Stokes' voice rang out across the meeting room from where he sat on the opposite side and end of the table from where the bleach blonde had just sat down. She held back the urge to roll her eyes at the twenty-eight year old, standing up to walk around the table to give him a tight hug.

“Where’s Em?” He whispered in her ear, “You didn’t tell me you got the role, bitch.”

“Mama Jen has her, Rylie said she would bring her in a couple weeks when I’m settled in my apartment.” She whispered back. “And after I got the role, I disclosed to Jonas that you are my cousin and asked him not to tell you, it was supposed to be a surprise. Speaking of surprises, he’s not here yet?”

“No. He’s stuck in traffic but should be here soon, he’s supposed to be in front of you.” He confirmed. “You’re gonna have to tell him.”

She glared at him but said nothing, pulling away to return to her seat and sip at her too large, extra caffeinated salted caramel cream cold brew. She knew Chase already had the order memorized from how long he’d been buying it for her, and she could tell he remembered as he made a gagging motion as she took a drink. With a smirk, she sent a playful middle finger his way.

“So, uh, not to pry or anything but what was that about? Clearly you and Chase know each other.” Madison was the first to speak after a moment of silence.

“Oh. Yeah, we do.” Thea confirmed. “Known him for all 22 years of my life.”

“Thea is my cousin.” Chase explained. “My mom and her mom were sisters. Thea’s mom unfortunately passed away when she was a kid, and my mom kind of took over in the mom department because no offense to Uncle Grant but he had no idea what he was doing, so she’s like my little sister. She moved to live with my mom when she was 17 and that’s when we got super close.”

Thea snorted, trying not to burst into laughter at him when he referred to her as his sister. From the corner of her eye she saw Rudy walk into the room, so she didn’t say what she was about to, just bit her lip and smiled politely at the blonde who sat down in front of her, apologizing for being late.

Throughout the table read, Rudy kept staring at her like he knew her from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place where. She knew she was going to have to tell him everything and she was dreading it. As the room cleared out, the pair stayed at the table, and Chase shot her a look as he left, silently asking her if she was okay. When she nodded, he smiled and left, leaving her and Rudy the only two still in the room.

She could see the wheels turning in his head, making her try not to laugh as she sipped on her coffee and gathered her things to head back to her apartment. Finally, with a shake of her head she spoke to him for the first time in nearly five years.

“Ketchikan High School.” She told him. “I can still read your mind, Rudeth. Just because it’s been five years.”

“I thought it was you.” He said. “Your hair changed, and uh, you look good.”

“Uh, thanks. You look good too.” She half smiled. “Hey, uh, I actually need to talk to you about something. It’s not work related and I honestly should have told you five years ago, but I didn’t know I needed to tell you.”

The blonde man raised an eyebrow at her in confusion. “Oh?”

“Yeah, uh, would you want to come back to mine so we can talk?” She asked. “I mean, if it would be okay with Elaine. I don’t want to cause an issue with her, I’m not trying to break you up over you hanging out with me or something. Not that I think she’s a controlling person or anything. Jesus Christ, I’m just going to shut up now before I have to bury myself alive.”

Rudy cracked a smile as he laughed. Thea stayed quiet as she took him in again. She couldn’t help but notice for the first time just how much her daughter actually looked like her father. It was the same crooked grin that Emma gave her on a daily basis, and if she was being honest it was probably her favorite thing about her ex best friend.

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.” he told her. “She’s out running errands then she has a meeting as well. I’ll just text her I’m catching up with you. Did you drive?

“No.” She told him. “I took an Uber.”

“Excellent, you give me the address and I’ll drive.”

So admittedly, the drive to her apartment was tense. She knew it wouldn’t be as carefree as the drives they took in high school. Chewing on her lip, she glanced at the man driving as she tried to not imagine how different her life would be if she’d managed to tell him about Emma when she found out she was pregnant, but she couldn’t help herself.

Would they still be acting, or would Rudy have given everything up to support his family? Actually, that was a stupid question because she knew the answer to that one. She knew that if Rudy had even had an inkling that she was pregnant when he moved to LA, he’d have been back in Alaska, or joining her in Florida. He’d be working a dead end job to support his daughter and would be doing everything in his power to make sure she was getting everything she wanted and more.

That had been a huge reason why she hadn’t told him, knowing that he’d give up all of his success in a heartbeat to support his daughter. She couldn’t dwell on that now, knowing that in just a few minutes he was going to know about Emma Raine Pankow, and she didn’t know how he was going to react to that. All she could do was hope that it went well.

One thing was for sure and certain, Rudy Pankow was about to get the biggest shock of his lifetime in the form of a blonde haired, blue eyed little girl and Thea wasn’t the one to blame for him not knowing, at least completely.

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As soon as the pair were in Thea’s apartment, she was nervous. She didn’t know how to bring it up, but knew it was going to have to happen and soon. With a sigh, she let them and made a beeline to the kitchen to find them something to drink, playing her words over and over in her head as she considered how to break the news.

“Who’s this? She’s adorable!” Rudy had picked up one of the framed photos of Emma waiting to be hung up from the counter, studying it closely. “Are you a mom, Thea?”

Okay, so maybe she didn’t actually have to tell him that she was a mom now. She did however, much to her dismay, have to tell him he was a father. That was the scary part. You can do this, Thea, just say it. Rip it off like a bandaid.

“I am. She’s four as of February 19th.” She told him, pulling two Pepsis out of the fridge and handing him one. “Her name is Emma, by the way. And her Nana and Gammy absolutely adore her.”

“She’s four?” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh fuck, Thea, if she’s four and she was born in February. I-.”

“I didn’t find out until I was already in Florida, Ru,” she said. “I didn’t have your new number and I tried messaging you on social media but you never answered. Your mom and dad, Gammy and Gamps, by the way, didn’t even know until I went back for Christmas. I was eight months in at that point.”

“Can I meet her?” He asked. “I mean, I want to meet her. What does she call your dad and stepmom?”

“Poppy and Lola.” She told him. “And Chase’s mom and stepdad are Nana and Pa.”

“So Chase?” He asked quietly, not sure if he was really ready for the answer.

“Is my cousin, Ru.” She told him. “His mom is my moms sister. But he has been nothing but the best Uncle Chase to Emma Raine this whole time.”

“Emma Raine?“ he smiled softly. “Like, after your mom?”

“Mhm” she hummed, “Emma Raine Pankow. The plan was always to tell you, Ru. You have all your rights to your daughter, you’re on her birth certificate.”

It was quiet for a moment, like Rudy was trying to absorb the information that she’d just told him. He was a father. He’d gotten his best friend pregnant the one time they slept together before they both moved to separate sides of the lower forty eight, and she’d kept it from him for nearly five years. He had a four year old daughter, and he didn’t even know it. This had to be some sort of cruel joke, right?

“Press is gonna have a field day with this, you know.” He half laughed. “”Outer Banks actor teen father” I can see the headline now. Of course, they’ll have to actually read the article to see that the mother of said child is my friend with benefits from high school turned co star. And I had no fucking idea the kid even existed.”

Thea didn’t exactly like his tone when he said that, spinning on her heels to glare at him and trying to contain her anger. Unfortunately her temper had always been an issue for her, although it had gotten better with motherhood. But standing here, looking at him with so much anger on his face, like all the information had just caught up to him, and his condescending tone made her snap.

“Excuse me?” She started walking towards him. “I tried to tell you! I messaged you multiple times, I called your mother to get your new number and she never called me back. Which I took to mean that you didn’t want me to have your number. So I made an executive decision, asshole. I chose to keep my mouth shut. You wouldn’t understand, you can’t. You don’t understand Ru, I chose to do this. I chose to keep her a secret, the only other damn person on set that knows about our daughter is Chase. This far from my first role, you can fucking google me, but you won’t find one mention of Emma Pankow on the internet, unless you follow my damn private Instagram. Which you, by the fucking way, unfollowed six days after you moved. I wasn’t even settled in Florida yet but you know what was settled already? Your daughter in my body. I chose to keep my mouth shut, to keep her a secret and not ruin your life because I chose to ruin mine!”

“That wasn’t your decision to make,” he seethed at her. “It wasn’t your right to keep my daughter away from me for four fucking years, Thea! I had no idea she even fucking existed! I lost out on four years of being a fucking father to my child! Four years, Thea! I missed it all. I don’t have a god damn bond with my daughter because of you. Yeah, we were fucking teenagers when I oh so unfortunately ruined your life, but that wouldn’t have stopped me from giving everything up for her, for you. But you know that and you still selfishly kept her to yourself for four years. You’re right by the way, I did tell my mom not to give you my new number but it was for your own benefit, Thea! I thought you deserved better than me.”

Before she could stop herself, her hand came up and made contact with his face. The force of the slap made him gasp in shock as his hand came up to run where he was sure a red mark was forming. Deep down he knew he deserved it, but at that moment he didn’t really care.

“I’m selfish?! You told your mother not to give me your phone number. I told her it was important, which she found out two months before your daughter was born. That’s selfish Rudy. If you wanted to cut ties with me you should have told me in the airport that day. Did you? No. Instead, you told me you loved me and that you would wait for me to finish high school and come to LA with you. That was the plan right? I go to Florida for my senior year and then I move in with you in LA.” Her voice was raw as she yelled at him. “So, yeah, Rudy, you missed everything, four years of it but it’s not entirely my fault, is it? You missed every doctor's appointment, every kick, the birth of your daughter. You know what else you missed? Me going back to school two and a half weeks after I had an emergency c section, against doctor’s advice, because I was so sick when I was pregnant I didn’t have any days left. You missed Chase working nights and then staying with your daughter from 7:30-4 every day so I could fucking graduate. You missed me not even getting to walk across the stage because your daughter was in the NICU with RSV and they didn’t know if she was going to make it. That was the fourth time I tried to get your number, asshole. I thought that if she didn’t make it, you’d at least like to know I did everything in my power to make sure she did. You missed her first day of preschool, you missed her first steps, first words — which was fucking dad, by the way, and you missed so many sleepless nights, you prick. Not because I was up with her, but because I was crying over you. You were my best friend, I gave everything to you, and you moved to Los Angeles and dropped me like I was nothing to you.”

Before he could respond properly, the door swung open, as she hadn’t locked it behind her and Chase came walking in, sighing and rubbing his temples as he took in the scene in front of him. Thea was seething, her chest heaving as she stood in Rudy’s face, waiting for him to respond and Rudy held a pissed off look on his face, his cheekbone starting to bruise from the force of the smack he’d taken minutes before.

“Separate it.” He demanded. “I’m serious, I could hear you both from downstairs.”

“You don’t get to come into my apartment and boss me around, Chase.” Thea sent him a death glare as she turned to look at him. He knew she was pissed so he held back the urge to roll his eyes at her.

“I have been bossing you around for twenty two years, Dorothea, and considering you can’t be trusted to not assault your fucking baby daddy? It’s clearly not stopping now.” He tried to stay calm. “Sit your ass down on that couch right now. Rudy, you can sit on the chair there.” He took a few steps into the kitchen to check her freezer for something to put on the blonde's face, deciding that the bag of frozen carrots was going to have to do before wrapping them in a dish towel and handing them over to him.

“You’re bruising, that should help a bit.” He sighed. “Now, we’re going to talk like adults because we aren’t seventeen anymore. You guys have a child together whether you like it or not. You have an amazing four year old daughter that I knew was yours, Rudy, the moment I met you. And sure, I could have betrayed my little sister and told you but it wasn’t my place and right now we have bigger things to worry about than your butthurt feelings that you didn’t know because you chose not answer your fucking phone because your child is going to be here in approximately four hours.”

“Four hours?” Thea questioned. “No, Rylie isn’t supposed to bring her for two weeks. I don’t have her room set up yet.”

“Rylie called me because she’s been trying to call you.” Chase told her. “Mom had to go out of town and Rylie has classes she can’t miss so she’s gotta bring her today. I came over to help finish getting the apartment ready, but walked into world war three.”

“Right so Rudy should leave.” Thea said.

“You told me I could meet her!” Rudy interjected. Thea rolled her eyes, but decided not snip back at him.

“That was before you called me selfish for doing what I felt was right.” She was calm, almost scarily calm. Chase knew she’d reached a point in her anger where she was so angry she was calm, and knew he needed to step in.

“Okay here’s what we’re going to do before Thea decides to break your nose, Rudy.” He started. “You’re going to leave, and tomorrow, I am going to take Emma to the beach. While I do that, you two are going to talk. Like adults, none of this screaming at each other shit. You don’t need it and neither does Emma.”

“Again.” Thea muttered. “Break his nose again.”

“I’m sorry what?” Chase questioned. It was Rudy’s turn to snort in laughter, wincing as it spread pain through his bruised cheek.

“Thea broke my nose six years ago.” He explained. “That’s how I got the deviated septum.”

“He deserved it then too.” Thea deadpanned.

“I did not!” Rudy argued. Thea rolled her eyes at the blonde. It seemed like, for a moment, they were back to their old selves.

Chase rolled his eyes, moving to stand between them as he fought off the urge to scream. He was twenty eight and it currently felt a lot like breaking up fights between his younger siblings growing up, except this time it was the woman he considered his sister and her baby daddy.

“I don’t care if he deserved it or not.” He spoke calmly. “Rudy, I am politely asking you to leave and when you guys meet up to properly talk tomorrow, for the love of all things holy, do it in a public place.”

“Why because she won’t assault me in public?” Rudy’s snark was back, making Thea clench her jaw. “Clearly you don’t know Thea very well then.”

“Pankow, if you don’t leave I am going to let her knock the shit out of you.” Chase told him as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “You and I both know she can throw a punch, and I’m about four seconds from letting her do it.”

“Okay, I’m going.” Rudy stood up, handing the bag of half thawed carrots to Chase. “Tomorrow then. I will text Chase to tell you where to meet up.”

The Stokes-Ross cousins watched as the younger man walked out of the apartment, Chase sighing as he looked at Thea.

“You can’t just hit people because you’re mad at them.” He sighed. “What exactly happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” She told him. “I need to get Emma’s room ready and now I have to figure out childcare.”

Chase looked at her with a frown. He knew that she was stressing out, and he didn’t know how he could help it but to help her get the place ready. The absolute one thing he knew for certain was that Rudy and Thea were a hot mess. They always had been, he knew that. He’d spent several weeks trying to get her out of her funk that she was in because of him only to have the truth come out that she’d given everything to her best friend before she moved. He’d been the one that drove her to Walmart at four am to get a pregnancy test, held her when she cried for days because it was positive and she had no way to get ahold of the blonde man.

He’d been the one to sit at the hospital with her for nearly thirty two hours while she was in labor with her daughter, then was the one who stayed with Emma during the day so that Thea could graduate. In a way, he felt like he’d been playing dad to his co-star’s child from the get go, but he was going to make sure that Rudy got the chance to be the dad he deserved to be, even if Thea wasn’t happy about it.

With a soft smile, he turned to look at the blonde girl and sighed.

“Okay” he confirmed. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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do you have any general/misc headcanons for harry?

you dare assume my Harry bitch ass would not have headcanons for my darling boy? how dare- (Warning; mention/implied self harm)

Hes half mer, mom is a neverland mermaid

He doesn't sing for that very reason, his voice does things that kinda scare him, one time it almost drowned Gil, yes-while within the barrier-Mer magic is very powerful, especially neverland mer magic

was a classic greasy skinny ass emo teen till about 16-then he hit his growth spurt, and his metabolism properly kicked in, started taking care of his hair and BOOM our extra ass fashion king was born~

lotta scars, most if not all from his dad/self-inflicted, most of them on his back (Hook/whip)

He loves to bake, SUCKS at cooking. Mans burned water (HOW?!)

lowkey fashion designer, cant sew for shit so Gil/Evie turn his ideas into real life

has some damn good hearing, like better than Gils

needs glasses, short sighted

babysits the smee twins regularly

great with kids, you wouldnt expect him to be someone good with kids, but kids fucking LOVE him-Even Uma is mystified why

babies adore him, if theres a baby crying, hand em off to Harry; he'll get em to stop within a mile second (he doesn't know either)

artist, only sketches tho, no painting or anything like that

FUCKS with churros/Cinnamon rolls, best thing in the world(other than Uma)

Helps braid Uma's hair each time she needs to do it and her salon/hair stylist aint available, mans is a pro by now after all his years helping her.

not a night owl, mans has a bed time and is grumpy when he isn't in bed/asleep by midnight (hell make an exception for partys/stupid shit)

don't give him caffeine it does nothing (adhd ass mf)

was really bad at brushing his teeth so now he's got cavities (didn't help the isle didn't have dental care)

root beer is the best thing ever and no one can take it from him, he's going to marry it watch him

can sleep anywhere, Uma found him in a fucking tree in the most uncomfortable position "HOW IN THE HELL-HARRY!"

idiot, pure idiot, one braincell and Uma has it-yet somehow he's so fucking smart-so smart, idk how he is but he is

loves his sisters to death, would die/kill for them

cuddle boi, makes cuddle puddles

he wants a dog really really bad, like a chocolate lab or something, idk he's a dog dude(he's a cat tho, he is such a cat)

#disney descendants #harry hook descendants

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apenapaperandadoofus · 2 years

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Update (?)

Aight I’m on break so you know what that meanssssssss

Laying in bed all day and doing nothing

So since I’ve been having a wee bit of writers burnout with my personal WIP, I’ve decided to practice by doing some other wips I’ve been thinking of a while

For now ladies and lads we’ve got two projects!

#1: Stellas and Griffins (Damianya)

(Based on my random post about a thing Loid said lol)

A fic where after Donovan Desmond is (le gasp) killed by Twilight, Demetrius and Damian become the only Desmond’s left.

The Forgers also mysteriously disappeared afterwards, and Damian never saw Anya aka Stubby legs again…

Until- 20 years later, Demetrius is now the head of the Demond Company, and it looks like he will do anything to complete his father’s mission, along with Damian.

Meanwhile somewhere, Agent Starlight, the brand new addition to W.I.S.E, gets tasked with her first mission! To put an end to the Desmond’s lineage, and to finally end the only threat standing between the aim for world peace.

Anya and Damian meet once again- and he’s not happy. Between having to get close to Demetrius to gain information, and having to deal with the bratty second son, and oh no why is she suddenly blushing when he’s near- will Anya be able to achieve world peace??

(Keep in mind I’m a depressed bitch so depending on the caffeine intake of that day the updates will happen lmao)

And also one of my main focus and most recent obsessions right now-

An unnamed Alucard x fem!reader fic (i tell you i am OBSESSED NEVER DID I THINK-)

It’s also inspired by the recent (and first ones) I’ve read (tho of course I will rewrite them and make a whole other chaotic fic) which I will later on name (I need to find em first lol)

It’ll also be set after S3 bc that man is broken and he aNGST I TELL YOU THE ANGST (but also give him therapy please my poor baby T^T)

Aaaaaaand those are all the ones I have for now (I have a few requests as well which I might get into but right now my sole focus are those two fandoms (I’m sorry T^T))

ALSO I will be posting on AO3 which is brand new for me (woahhh) so we’ll see how it goes! (I will however post the first chapters here :0)

Anyway that’s the (update?) for now hope y’all have a good day byeeee and have a seal eating snow and a baby one (yes we’re bringing back the seals fight me)

#api talks #anya x damian #spyxfamily #castlevania alucard

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punkscowardschampions · 11 months

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Grace & Nancy & Teddy Pt.1

Grace: I know I promised [whatever Nancy’s coffee order is] from [this coffee place] but I can’t

Nancy: You CAN’T? Is your apple pay not working orrrrrrrr

Grace: 😂😂 it’s not that but you won’t believe what it IS

Nancy: 🥁

Nancy: So spill, bitch

Grace: I totally will, but maybe don’t wait up for me to… ??!!

Nancy: OMG, what 😱😱😱

Grace: things are, like, HAPPENING here 😍💖🥰💖 RN

Nancy: You are NOT having a ❤️💂🦁🌹🤍☔️🤍🫖🎡💷💙 RN

Nancy: At least give me the TLDR of how this even happened!

Grace: lowkey I think I am ??! I don’t trust it but 🤴🏼🤍☕️🤎

Grace: this boy looks like [this era’s Draco, idk but we know what I’m saying, probably a model or a singer we’re comparing him to or a hot tiktoker as it’s Grace lol] & I am NOT okay 💀💀💀

Nancy: 🥵😭🤯 You lucky cow, this is what I get for staying in bed and making you do the caffeine pickup 🤦‍♀️

Nancy: It could be, are you sure it isn’t???

Grace: there’s more! he wants to take me to [the boujee store Teddy said] to 💸💳💸 a new outfit & I think I’m being pranked!!? maybe??!😳😬 what do I DO??! HELP

Grace: … cos, like, he isn’t famous, but INfamous kind of, you know him 🤏🏽

Nancy: WHO IS IT

Grace: I’m literally scared to tell you

Nancy: Is it [her most recent ex lmao] ‘cos you will be 💀💀💀

Grace: OMG NO!!

Grace: but you might still say you don’t want me to go & be out with him all night like he’s saying he wants 😭😭

Nancy: Now who the hell is this player 🙄🙄

Grace: 😶 DON’T EVEN

Grace: you can’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault EVERYONE is related to EVERYONE 🙄🙄

Nancy: I’m not mad at YOU but this sounds like a total move that’s been rehearsed 10x over

Nancy: so, put ‘em on, I wanna talk to them real quick 🤔🙃

Grace: NO PLEASE, you CAN’T, he’ll think I’m 12

Nancy: You think you’re all grown up now you’ve had your party, boo, please

Nancy: Who do I know that looks like [this comparison she made]...

Grace: I just want to go, can I?

Nancy: Of course

Nancy: I’m just REALLY suspicious why you’re not telling me, we tell each other EVERYTHING

Grace: it’s

Grace: Ava knows him better than you & I know you hate talking about her & of ALL people idk why it had to be him who threw ☕️ everywhere at me 🥺 I’m sorry 😭🤯

Nancy: Oh.

Nancy: Now I know who it is

Grace: I won’t go, I’m so SO sorry

Nancy: He spilt coffee ALL over your [whatever she is wearing, as was planned because the level of control]

Nancy: You looked so good, that is entirely unacceptable, so you have to go 💸💳💸 rinse him as he deserves

Grace: it was an accident but yeah

Nancy: It was a pick-up tactic, babe, he is so blatant, wow

Grace: idk I think he just slipped, it happened to me [on another occasion she was here because clumsy bitch] 😳🙄

Nancy: Hmm, and he had this date plan just ready to go? Sounds fake but okay

Grace: it’s an apology for the accident ?? isn’t it?

Nancy: An EXPENSIVE apology that’s going to take all day and all night, come on, Gracie

Nancy: you would NOT do that if you weren’t interested, like, HELLO

Grace: I caught the vibe it wasn’t expensive to him, you know, like when you gave me [something expensive] for [no real reason] 🤷🏽‍♀️💳💸🤷🏽‍♀️

Grace: an outfit to replace mine isn’t THAT wild & ☕️ too or 🥗 but that’s cos he’s a boy & food is nbd to them either, right?

Nancy: You should ask him, if you really want to know the answer

Nancy: I COULD be wrong, but I’m not 💁‍♀️

Grace: he couldn’t be interested in me

Grace: not like that

Nancy: Why not? 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ that negative self-talk RN

Grace: you said you know who it is, so duh, it’s obvious why not

Nancy: [full name Teddy because she did give enough clues that you could and would guess, even if this wasn’t all one evil scheme]

Nancy: He’s only James’ younger brother, not [namedrop another hot man of the era, idk, but someone entirely unattainable to us all]

Grace: BUT

Grace: he might as well be [this unattainable man] to me 🥵😭🤯 is still BEYOND real

Nancy: You’re adorable 😏😘

Nancy: I still think he’s gone about this a little shadily but you should go, if you’re this into him

Grace: 😍💖🥰💖 is too real somehow too

Nancy: You’d look hot together

Grace: I’ll mess it up before we can be seen anywhere together 😂

Nancy: No, he started it with the coffee, he owes you one fuck up

Grace: 👌🏽 but 1 gets us to [a street literally next to this coffee shop like I’ll fuck up immediately vibes] & then what?? 😂😂😂

Nancy: He’ll think you’re adorable too, obviously 😉

Grace: I’m freaking out

Nancy: Okay, breathe, girl

Grace: I can’t do this

Nancy: Yes you can, you’re SO much hotter than him, you just don’t realise it

Grace: 😭😭 everyone can already tell I’m SO far out of his league

Grace: there’s NO WAY I can go & eat in front of him, god

Nancy: They can’t because it’s not true

Nancy: Just order [something that makes you look skinty but isn’t a salad that will get in your teeth and make you look a fool, you’ve both ridden in this rodeo before] you know you’ll be safe

Grace: I wish you had come with, this wouldn’t be happening

Nancy: Okay, well, RUDE 😣

Nancy: only wanting me there so you don’t have to impress this boy

Grace: I’m never gonna be able to impress him

Grace: with what?? how? 🤡

Nancy: 😼😼😼😼😼

Grace: he can have anyone he wants

Nancy: Annnnnnnnnd

Nancy: who is he trying to take out right now?

Grace: you think he’s shady & up to something, you said so

Nancy: Up to trying to link with you, not mug you, girl

Grace: okay, okay, I’ll go… 🙈🙉🙊

Nancy: Don’t act like you don’t want to, hoe 🥴🥴😩

Grace: I’m 🙏🏽 harder than black nan has EVER insisted that’ll be me & the vibe by tonight tbh 🤤😵‍💫 you’re NOT wrong

Nancy: I SO need to get myself out of the flat… Now I have to scroll my contacts for a link

Grace: what about [someone she wouldn’t be caught dead with for some reason, just to show how Grace doesn’t have a clue lol] ??

Nancy: UMM, I am not going to SACRIFICE myself for your 😸 sis

Nancy: I’d rather be mad 😂

Grace: UM drama, I thought you liked him

Grace: there was a serious 😻 vibe the last time I was here

Nancy: Not anymore, honey

Nancy: [some drama even if you’ve made it up, just like it’s a no from me sis] 😷😷😷

Grace: oh damn 👌🏽👌🏽

Nancy: Don’t worry, I won’t get in your way regardless 🤞

Grace: 🤞🏽🤍🙏🏽🤍

Grace: but don’t YOU worry, I’m 1000x more likely to get in my own way

Nancy: Please, the boy is PARCHED 🥵

Grace: me too 🥛🥴😩

Nancy: It has been a MINUTE for real… you remember how to do it all, yeah? 😜

Nancy: We don’t have time for me to show you

Grace: like riding a 🚲 yeah? 😣

Nancy: More like riding a 🐎

Grace: he IS v tall so 👀🙏🏽🤍🤞🏽

Nancy: 😂😂 I could ask around if you don’t wanna waste your time…

Grace: 😂😂

Nancy: don’t worry I won’t ask him when I call him to talk about you 🤫

Grace: if he was older you’d straight up be calling him & I’d need to hear it from you

Nancy: Bitch, he’s in Uni unlike you still a schoolgirl 🎀🍭🍼👶

Grace: yeah his 1st year of, he literally started this month

Nancy: Yeah, I know, Ava and him used to hang out

Grace: I know that’s why I’m 😱😱😱

Grace: do you think they…??? HUNG OUT hung out or just

Nancy: 🤔🧐💭

Nancy: she doesn’t tell me anything, never has, you know that

Grace: I know I can’t compete with ANY of the girls he’s used to hanging out with, even if they didn’t like that

Nancy: He don’t seem to think so

Grace: we don’t know what he’s 🤔💭 though

Nancy: He’s trying to take you out, we know that 💸💳💰🥂🍴🍽️🍾👗👠💃

Grace: it feels fake 💸💳💰🥂🍴🍽️🍾👗👠💃 if something seems too good to be true then…

Nancy: What's the worst that can happen though? Don’t let him take any photos, keep it clean, he clearly wants THAT much

Grace: idk humiliation?! 😭💔 but you’re right ❌📸🥂🚫🍾⛔️ & it’ll be fine, I’LL be in control

Nancy: You don’t know anyone he knows, not really

Nancy: Even if he was to tell everyone, he wouldn’t because I would hear it too

Grace: I’m gonna chill I s2g

Grace: your damage control would make the 😭💔 basically non-existent like always, I’m overreacting also like always 🙄😂

Nancy: EVERYONE knows I would end them if they said anything about you, him included, it’s not happening 😤🙅‍♀️

Grace: 🤍🤍🤍 EVERYONE knows ilysm 🤍🤍🤍

Nancy: The most, even when you end up dating Teddy

Nancy: You have to swear right now

Grace: ofc the MOST, boys come & go esp the 🥵😭🤯 ones, you’re forever

Nancy: No one is ever going to have your back like me, that’s on blood 💞🩸💕

Grace: it’s on god too, doing me literally this ONE favour in life so far 🙏🏽🤍🙏🏽

Nancy: Serious, I be constantly counting my blessing for him giving me you

Nancy: How else would I survive this family? 💀💀

Grace: too real

Grace: I definitely wouldn’t have survived it

Nancy: You were SUCH a mess 🥺😭

Grace: & a 🎀🍭🍼👶🏽

Nancy: My baby, truly

Grace: Who ELSE has raised me?? 💞🩸💕 I owe it ALL to you 🥺😭

Nancy: I mean… 😶

Nancy: I wouldn’t be without you, I can’t wait for you to finally move here permanently

Grace: SO soon 🙌🏽🍾

Nancy: I’ve missed you SOOOOO much [in the short time you’ve been away, no doubt]

Nancy: Promise we can [something y’all would like to do] tomorrow after your date?

Grace: OMG me too!! we have to, this boy can’t be allowed to cut hardcore into OUR time, I’d die 🥺🥺

Nancy: You better let him know 📢

Grace: [sending her dressing room style pics of all the outfits Teddy is clearly making her try on atm like I’m a bit busy rn soz lol]

Nancy: I LOVE the [whatever we actually think is the least flattering on her] SO major 😽

Grace: he says it’s his fave too, it must be the one 💸💳💸

Nancy: 💯

Nancy: You can’t doubt he has taste now

Grace: 😳😳

Grace: as long as I can wear it to [the restaurant he said he was going to take her to]... I can, right??

Nancy: You totally could…

Nancy: I take it you aren’t coming back to get changed or anything?

Grace: do you think I should fr??

Grace: like, maybe, that’s a good idea to keep him waiting for a sec 💡👏🏽

Grace: if you PROMISE not to be in his grill giving him the 3rd the ENTIRE time

Nancy: It’s just so like a man to not consider you might want to freshen up before going out out

Nancy: It isn’t like you beat your face for [the restaurant] when you left for coffee, was all I was thinking

Nancy: And who do you think I am?

Grace: oh no!! oh GOD!! do I look THAT bad?? 💀💀

Grace: I’ve gotta check those pics I sent again 😷😷😷 HOLD ON…

Nancy: No, of course you don’t

Nancy: I just know I wouldn’t want to go out feeling less than totally smoking, that’s all

Grace: change of plan, I’m coming back ASAP

Nancy: Okay, chill out, let the boy pay first at least

Nancy: don’t wanna look like you’re running away with the ‘fit

Grace: I said ASAP, babes, not RN

Nancy: Good, it isn’t a complete emergency 😌

Grace: it’ll be calm, yeah? he can, like, play with your new dog or something while I rescue this 🚑🚨

Nancy: ??

Nancy: Are you accusing ME or HIM of being a social idiot? DUH, it’ll be totally chill, girl

Grace: no, I just feel bad making you entertain the boy for HOWEVER long, that’s all

Nancy: Hun, I entertain all the time, it is not hard

Nancy: He can help himself to a drink and I’ll stay out of his way, if you don’t trust me…

Grace: OMG no, of course I do! with my life

Grace: I’m sorry, forget I even said all that idk what I was 💭 or trying to 💬

Nancy: Just let me know when you guys are on your way back, I’ll be busy

Grace: please don’t be busy! I NEED your help

Nancy: 💭

Grace: I’m so SO sorry, please PLEASE help me

Nancy: Okay but you do already owe me a [her coffee order] so don’t think the list isn’t growing by the second

Grace: they have [something designer and boujee Nancy wants that has just come out or whatever] here, I could bring it with too when I come back… ?? 🎁💌

Nancy: 🙌👏 That is what I’m talking about

Grace: & your ☕️ but that’s obvs less exciting

Nancy: Meh, I am EXHAUSTED 😅

Grace: 👌🏽👌🏽 I hear you [things she is adding to this coffee order to make it like crack, extra shots and stuff idk but you know what I mean] coming up, hun 🙌🏽

Nancy: I’ll be cleaning up the bottles from last night so he doesn’t think you’re a hot mess 🤪

Grace: 🙏🏽🤍🙏🏽 thank you!! I feel like one, trust & that would be the day I run into someone so

Nancy: Don’t even, I’ve seen him ON IT, he can’t say shit 😏

Grace: 😈 or 😇 behaviour, I KNOW what he’s LOOKING like still

Nancy: 🥛

Grace: 😋

Nancy: 😂 You are such a slut

Grace: for him, guilty 👩‍⚖️

Nancy: Mhmm

Grace: the things he’s saying, it’d be illegal NOT to, like a crime against 😍💖🥰💖

Nancy: Y’all are cute

Grace: he is, I can’t deal

Nancy: You’d think you were a virgin, omg, you haven’t been like this since [whoever she was last with]

Grace: shhh, thank god I’m actually not

Grace: BUT I didn’t think I could be this interested, you know, like I was before they told me I had the M, back when I was a real hoe

Nancy: 🥺 that’s really quite sweet

Grace: idk I don’t wanna jinx myself or anything, I just feel like if I did sleep with him, MAYBE it might be good ??! & I’ll like it instead of having to be super fake about it

Nancy: There are ways about that if you weren’t so shy

Grace: yeah?

Nancy: Of course, you’re like ENTIRELY too focused on the boy having a good time, I’ve always said that

Grace: cos I want him to

Nancy: Boys aren’t that dumb

Nancy: and only the rapey ones don’t care when it’s super obvious how hard you’re faking enjoying being there

Grace: but it’s not SUPER obvious, is it? it can’t be

Nancy: 🤷‍♀️

Nancy: If some guy started fake moaning in your ear and then fake shot a load on your back, how would you feel?

Grace: bad

Grace: but I can’t get into why I’m not feeling it with every guy, esp when they take it like a challenge instead of like a fact that my sex drive is just 💀👻

Nancy: You must be kinda into it though or like… why makeout with them or whatever? You know what I mean?

Grace: I don’t wanna die alone, or be the weird one at the party

Nancy: You aren’t going to die alone, not EVERY guy is sex-mad either, maybe Teddy isn’t

Nancy: or you’ll find a guy who isn’t

Grace: I wanna be normal & date normal guys

Nancy: You wouldn’t want someone to call you not normal for it… there’s loads of reasons people aren’t always thinking about or wanting it

Grace: ugh, okay, I know… I just mean, if he wants to, I hope I can & this feeling I have rn stays

Nancy: Work out what your body can do… make adjustments where it fails, there’s so much out there to help these days

Grace: talking about it makes me feel like I need to start a support group with Billie or something, I hate it 😭💔

Grace: I wanna be enough

Nancy: Hello, she should be your inspo, look at the men she still attracts

Nancy: Do you masturbate often?

Grace: no offence to her, she isn’t, it’s all too tragic

Grace: please, I wasn’t doing that before, why would I start now?

Nancy: Oh, LORD 🤦‍♀️

Nancy: You have so much to learn

Grace: don’t come for my life rn, I’m already nervous

Nancy: What are you gonna do though, when he asks you to send him videos of you touching yourself?

Grace: maybe he won’t ask me

Nancy: maybe

Grace: but if he does, I’ll distract him, like I have other boys, it’s not that hard

Nancy: Don’t you want him to stick around unlike other boys though?

Grace: OUCH, but okay, yeah

Nancy: No, no, not like THAT

Nancy: I can just tell you like him, I’m trying to stop you self-sabotaging, I swear

Grace: I do like him, I want him to like me

Nancy: He will, we can scheme it

Grace: what if we don’t have time? what if tonight he wants to do everything?!

Nancy: He lives with his parents and [the restaurant] is too fancy to shag in the bathroom, the attendant would have something to say

Nancy: He can’t stay over my house unless I say so

Grace: I’ll owe you more than [whatever boujee thing she has got for her and has taken a pic of as proof she’s bringing it back]

Grace: you’ll be saving my life AGAIN

Nancy: Nah, I only want what’s best for you, ALWAYS 😘😘

Grace: I just have to get through [whatever time of day meal this is/will be by the time you’ve got yourself ready now gal]

Grace: easy

Nancy: You’ve got this 🤝

Grace: thanks to you 😘😘

Nancy: We’re an us, a team, forever

Grace: I couldn’t do this without you, or lowkey anything

Nancy: Hush, baby, that’s not true

Grace: it feels true

Grace: I don’t wanna still be a mess when I move here, like I was when 🎀🍭🍼👶🏽 & you had to look after me ALL the time

Nancy: Well I’m never leaving you so you don’t have to find out if it is or isn’t 😅

Nancy: A lot has happened since then… A whole five years have passed now

Grace: [have a lil reminisce sesh in this car on the way back to her gaff like remember when this, this and this etc which I obvs won’t commit us to because we haven’t done any of it yet but breaks my heart for Grace actually nevertheless, soz not soz Teddy that she’s constantly on her phone but you’re gonna have to get used to that sir]

Nancy: [me like not so smug now are you, boy, no amount of lovebombing is going to make her trust you like this, oh Nancy, why do your own issues have to make you evil lmao]

Grace: [it’s all fun and games and I’m having a lovely evil time until I take a sec to think about this from Grace’s POV]

Nancy: [Mhmm, it’s fun to do but not to think about lol]

Grace: [me just here like, imagine, the only time she vaguely enjoys a hookup both pre and post this menopause diagnosis is if she’s drunk af because relaxed enough but then you run the risk of crying or saying messy things or being so messy peeps don’t want you and that’s so sad in itself, without even getting into all the Nancy betrayal stuff]

Nancy: [poor cow, I also think we should probably just let this play out but I did have an idea of what Nancy MIGHT try to do when this all outs and obviously Grace doesn’t want to talk to her ever again, it was like basically blaming it all on Teddy and saying she was a victim too but she couldn’t leave him ‘cos he’s that cray and she was trapped in it]

Grace: [that tracks and is such a legit and good idea, I’m glad we have it in writing here to refer back to because it might take us ages to get there unless we’re doing massive skips]

Nancy: [it made sense to me because she is 100% not letting go of what has taken her this long to master that easily, and is very a have my cake and eat it too bitch so if she could stay with Teddy and still be like omg please don’t tell anyone, I can handle this… like inevitably Grace should still free herself from you in the end hen but after her fake wedding fiasco she’s literally most vulnerable to all this again]

Grace: [mhmm, it makes sense, this all started because of how vulnerable she was, ofc Nancy isn’t gonna just pass up the opportunity to keep it going for the same reason and it’s too easy to act like Teddy is being that bitch after what he did, we should definitely do that, freeing herself could and realistically would take a long time because this has been happening for a long time]

Nancy: [yup… like Nancy never frees herself from her bullshit so you aren’t snapping out of it instantly when she dragged you into it at 13, we’re being nice and saying you do because we put you through all this shit so you deserve it unlike this gal lol]

Grace: [and because selfishly we do need you to work with Janis during the JC era and everything, plus be around her children because of Shay Mitchell having your hair gal so you can’t be a hot mess forever soz]

Nancy: [I think your beauty course will take you 2 years, you’re doing your last year now at 18, so by 20/21 you’d be done with schooling like that so even if we do it in that timeframe, you’ve still got time to come back to Ireland if you do go somewhere else/London/who can say whilst doing your course]

Grace: [yeah it’ll work out well timing wise, meanwhile in the here and now, do we wanna say y’all were just reminiscing and she was somewhat interacting with Teddy during this car ride until y’all bowl up or shall we do some more convo first before getting into all that?]

Nancy: [Hmm, I think you could show, we’ve got across the vibe of how the date is going/what Grace is like well, I thinks anyway, catch this girl so casually flipping through a magazine on the sofa like she hasn’t orchestrated all of this]

Grace: [catch this dog SO happy to see Teddy because it’s HIS dog but Grace just thinks it’s a standard excitable puppy BYE, and besides, she’s too busy giving Nancy her coffee and her gifts like she works for her Devil Wears Prada style, how that gal was with her phone is how Grace is with hers when talking to Nancy, and Teddy is just making himself comfortable af on a different sofa LOVING all this]

Nancy: [I die, oh Rex, caught in the middle much, babe, so glad this gal loves to hire staff so you aren’t being neglected at least; here like ‘Oh, hello, Teddy’ not even looking up from our magazine but rolling our eyes like we’re SO unimpressed to see him but are holding back, for Grace’s sake, of course]

Grace: [Teddy like ‘it’s lovely to see you again, darling, it’s been much too long’ as if that’s casual af and speaking it in a tone you do when you hate someone lowkey and don’t actually wanna see them ever again, but every word is so deliberately chosen because he means them with feeling, Grace flapping because she’s gotta go get ready and it will take AGES because she’s her and she feels awkward about just leaving this boy here for a million reasons, to the point said boy literally waves her away like UGH GO, as if it’s playful but we know]

Nancy: [Using your coffee to gesture towards your bar moment before taking a sip before you speak ‘Do help yourself’ like you aren’t even going to dignify any of that with a response but we can meet your eye momentarily, which just looks like we’re actually acknowledging your existence and not what you just said and what it actually means, likewise waving Grace away like, girl, go, shouting after her to borrow and use xyz, whatever she would want to, you know the vibe, flashing her the ‘it’s fine’ smile about it all]

Grace: [imma switch to him fully because Grace is gone and she’s gonna be a thousand years probably despite trying to hurry up, hold on]

Teddy: [this boy playing the not at all dangerous game of HOLDING her gaze the entire time Grace is walking away and as he pours whatever drink he is and downs it because the nightmare of a day he’s had so far having to be with Grace being the vibe, never once breaking eye contact nbd]

Nancy: [screaming at your screen to turn around bitch but of course you’re running to this spare room/the en-suite because you’re in an absolute panic, raising a brow so pointedly when she shuts the door behind her like WELL ‘Good day?’ half accusatory like she’s sussing him and his intentions out on Grace’s behalf and the other conversationally as if this is casual and you don’t have the play by play from Grace and their plan from beforehand]

Teddy: [putting down and leaving his empty glass on whatever this bar situation is, walking over to the sofa she’s sat on and sitting down next to her ‘Oh, you know’ like peeps say that casually in a convo with a shrug when they’re slightly embarrassed or don’t know what to say etc but really because he knows damn well she has the full tea]

Nancy: [the ‘hm’ again sounding partially accusatory but also amused because yes we DO know, in any version of events, we know honey, looking at the space between y’all on this sofa like you’re like why the hell have you sat this close to me but really you’re just thinking about being closer, then looking at your wrist, the watch on it ‘what time do you plan to have her back by?’]

Teddy: [picking up her hand like he’s gonna hold it because his fave thing but dropping it into said space instead like a reminder of the car moment when she GRIPPED that seat between them, doing his own ‘hm’ kinda sound, as if he’s mocking hers, but really he’s just making a sound again to be like remember all the !! ones I can and could, touching her wrist when she looks at it, but again only momentarily ‘midnight?’ obvs for the cinderella vibes, allowing your tone to be more mocking than you could get away with in front of Grace cos she’s probably got water running and shit anyway]

Nancy: [when your sofa is probably also leather like the car seat because flex despite the fact it isn’t as comfortable, it’s expensive, so you are happily reenacting that seat grab here now because of course you know what he’s referring to, it was his favourite thing; shrugging even though you do allow yourself to smirk because yeah, she isn’t about to burst back in half made up, we all know that ‘as long as you can still get yourself home fine after’ ‘cos not staying here, honey]

Teddy: [watching her do the 2nd seat grab as intently as he did the 1st, duh, doing a sigh that could very much be I sure do wish Grace would hurry the hell up but we know isn’t and is purely in response and instead of any kind of noise because too much of a pro to slip up that easily or that soon, his eyes lighting up a lil at her smirk cos love to see it and he knows how much fun she’s already having cos hard same ‘of course, I’ll be tucked up in bed, alone, by [whatever time is feasible for travelling back to his]’ the alone being so pointedly in ref to their previous convo when he said he was all alone and what they ended up doing cos not above suggesting that happens again, despite it seeming like he’s suggesting he’s gonna be the perfect gent to Grace]

Nancy: [do your own louder sigh, as if you’re mocking him how he mocked you, like leave the gal alone, this takes time but again, of course it is to remind you right back ‘good’ and the way we sound SO happy about it is purely because you understand are being the gentleman we know Grace wants you to be, obviously, the way we’re grinning isn’t just because we’re loving this]

Teddy: [‘happy?’ said like she’s being Grace’s overprotective and impossible to please big sister like ugh are you happy now but he’s purely just acknowledging how much she’s loving this, doing his own grin to match hers]

Nancy: [‘She will be’ saying this in a hushed tone despite the fact you are almost certain Grace can’t hear anything beyond the sound of y’all having a very short and sweet convo in here, ‘cos got to get across who actually wants you to go home, cuffing his shoulder like there, there, only squeezing it for the briefest of secs]

Teddy: [looking at her nails as she does that, a very lingering LOOK about it because what’s been said about them, no notes]

Nancy: [biting the corner of your mouth a little, clearly thinking about something now he’s brought your attention to your nails, suddenly and without hesitation grabbing his hand and laying it back down in your lap so you can DIG your nails into the palm of his hand, because if it marks, he could have done that himself, it’s not down the back suspicious, not that Grace plans on seeing that tonight, thanking you]

Teddy: [letting his hand REALLY move in her lap for that second while she does this because simply MUST, likewise biting his own lip because necessary for all the reasons and she said about using her teeth too so THINKING about it]

Nancy: [glad you would’ve also thought to put music on before they got here, appearing like you’re not trying to have any awkward silences, but it just helps cover when you’re blatantly not talking and if you were to talk about anything that would be a little bit off, once again having to SQUEEZE your legs tightly together once his hand isn’t in the way to crush because the mood ‘you like her?’ like you’re just getting down to the business of gauging his intentions but really, you blatantly want him to think of a way to doublespeak right now]

Teddy: [having to grab and SQUEEZE her leg on her thigh hard enough to leave his own marks because Grace will frankly be too distracted to care and if she wasn’t it’s easily hideable in october so ‘we’ve been having a lot of fun today’ because true, could mean Grace and him, could mean Nancy and him, both are real af, obvious af emphasis on a LOT as he does this SQUEEZE just because]

Nancy: [Grace knows that Nancy is usually a hoe in comparison anyway, I’m sure she isn’t jumping to that conclusion, just thinking you had your own hookup today whilst she was gallivanting with this boy, hence there is not a suggestion of stopping you rn, only doing a sharp intake of breath in response before you reply, having breathed back out so it’s steady ‘that’s what she deserves’ we all know what’s being said there]

Teddy: [‘yes, she’s very deserving of all of it’ we know what’s being said there about Grace and the suggestion of Nancy being the she in question and what she deserves too lol because he’s shifting his body slightly closer in this seat to make it even more blatant]

Nancy: [nodding purely as a way to move your head closer to his whilst the pretense of not intending to do so stands, like you aren’t shamelessly staring at his crotch again ‘you better treat her right then’]

Teddy: [‘I promise I will’ as shamelessly because DUH, moving in a way that’s less about getting closer to her like a sec ago and more like a reenactment of the car again]

Nancy: [a noise that is ‘good’ without saying the word again, to also be able to make a noise which is far easier and what we actually wanna do right now ‘she’ll be ages’ said in an affectionate but like btw manner, because she will but the DARING him to do something is all in the eye contact as we say it]

Teddy: [doing another sigh as if this one is affectionate too like oh you @ Grace but he really just needs to likewise make a sound/do a dramatic breath about this, STARING back at her, letting the moment drag so she’s thinking about all the things he might do and letting the anticipation really heighten how !! they are]

Nancy: [leaning back against your end of the sofa, like you’re just getting comfortable and not also recreating the vibe in the car, putting your feet up in the gap that is between y’all]

Teddy: [leaning forwards and fully over her to recreate the vibe of when she was lying on her bed and he kissed her goodbye, as if he’s kissing her hello now cos this feels like the first moment they are alone and being themselves]

Nancy: [has no qualms fully kissing you right now because how confident we are that we know Grace, aka that she would never come out before she was fully made up in front of this boy and that she is nowhere near to that goal]

Teddy: [he’ll be here DYING about it for that first split second because didn’t expect her to despite also knowing Grace isn’t likely to appear yet clearly, but then kissing her back with all the !! he has]

Nancy: [finally giving this boy something with how ferociously you are making out with him, partly because you just HAVE to but also because you can’t linger so hard and fast is the vibe here, as is the way we’re not at all subtly feeling all over him where we wanna]

Teddy: [what a MOOD, when she inevitably breaks this kiss sooner than his liking because that’s the vibe always, with the same suddenness and lack of hesitation as she used when she dug her nails into his palm, going back in to bite her lip really hard because something she could have done herself/could have happened during the fictional hookup she’s having while the notp are busy]

Nancy: [touching your lip as if you’re fully in shock and you’re checking it’s bleeding, because it will be, but you only want to get this blood onto your fingers so you can smear it over his bottom lip for him to lick off, so !! in everything we’re doing, obviously]

Teddy: [touching his lip first so it gets on his fingers too, so he can not only lick his lips but them too and do the absolute most about it for her for all those reminders]

Nancy: [the ‘fuck’ more or less just being mouthed but the sound that does actually escape is so highkey because couldn’t be more about this]

Teddy: [doing the thing where you could just be wiping your hand on the sofa cushion but you’re again doing the absolute most while you’re there and reaching her hers as well as grabbing said cushion]

Nancy: [holding his hand, as quickly and without warning as you started kissing him, squeezing it again as if you haven’t got time to be even a little gentle about any of this]

Teddy: [holding her hand as dramatically because so with her on it all, before he, with the same without warning energy, puts her wedding ring finger in his mouth and starts really going to town on it, not at all casually]

Nancy: [having to press your mouth hard against the crook of your elbow and look away from his antics like if you didn’t, you would truly say something that even Grace could hear, once you’ve regained enough composure that you don’t blurt anything out but your breathing is still shallow af, look and I mean LOOK back at him, copy what he’s doing to you on him, however more compromising a position that puts you in, as is the point]

Teddy: [STARING at the blood that’s bound to be in the crook of her elbow from her lip until she’s LOOKING at him and he has to LOOK back, however much these antics are making him die and he’s pushing his crotch into her]

Nancy: [PRESSING your lips against the palm of his hand that is covered in your nail indentations, letting him feel how you are breathing, whilst also pulling his body closer into yours like yeah, do it, do what, I ask you, who can say]

Teddy: [having to use the palm of his other hand, shamelessly, to muffle a noise that he can’t help but make about all this, which is dangerously close to sounding like her name because they love to be blatant and live that on the edge so he’s gotta]

Nancy: [using the weight of your body to flip who’s pushing their body at who and pinning him on this sofa like SHUT UP, letting him up before you remotely want to but you straddling him even in a fight vibe is not one you can explain away, the way you’re then acting like you didn’t just do that and going to your bar to get a drink because you did and drinking is what must be done about how intense this is]

Teddy: [doing the hottest of hot lols when she gets up and acts like that didn’t happen again because love this gal for that and as far as Grace is concerned, she can just hear you loling which is a good thing, the pair of you getting along]

Nancy: [smirking at him again from the bar and over your drink, shaking your head like he did it and you can’t believe it, or that laugh was somehow more egregious ‘Don’t you want another?’ indicating whatever you’re having and then his empty glass]

Teddy: [‘that would be nice’ coming over to this bar to make it so he can be so in her grill, obviously, it’s a cliche for a reason and ruster lowkey invented it so I have to]

Nancy: [WATCHING him like you aren’t inches away from him and you are fascinated ‘I wish you could stay’ whispered in his ear because just true but he can’t and that ain’t even on you this time]

Teddy: [‘so do I’ into her neck before he kisses it, in contrast really softly so there’s no chance of any marks being left and barely any sound being made]

Nancy: [the softness startling you more than any dramatic sudden roughness would ever ‘she said you were saying nice things’ like he’s lovebombing you now to show how he does it]

Teddy: [doing a lil mhmm kind of noise into her neck for how that would feel, playing with her hair a lil bit, to make it fall over there and hide him as if he could then get away with absolutely anything and that’s why he has to]

Nancy: [‘she told me everything’ emphasising the EVERYTHING so you don’t have to address how only now are you slightly blushing]

Teddy: [‘I can’t wait to tell you’ because lord, his side of the story compared to hers, sis, they aren’t ready for the fun they are gonna have, lowkey licking her neck about this, dangerously close to licking her face in the manner the dog has, for that reminder too]

Nancy: [‘midnight’ like it’s a date you’re setting for y’all right here and now, pushing your booty back into his crotch shamelessly because feeling a type of way ‘I’ll be waiting up’]

Teddy: [repeating it back like he’s purely doing it to agree/confirm but we all know it’s for how indecently it sounds cos of how he’s feeling and that move ‘I’ll keep you up’ the all night being unspoken but heavily implied by the way he’s pushing his crotch into her]

Nancy: [reaching back to find his hand, guiding in to your own crotch, on top of your clothes at first which I imagine is only some loungewear type shorts, further directing his fingers to the edge of said shorts like you want him to go underneath ‘same’ said with your own hot lol]

Teddy: [do go for it and go underneath what few clothes she’s bothered to put on because why wouldn’t you, you’ve gotten away with this much and you know you have time]

Nancy: [the way you are beyond soaked is not going to be lost on him, or how long you’ve been like this, clearly being all day, tightening the grip your hand has on his]

Teddy: [barely finishing the word ‘fuck’ about this before he’s doing the absolutely most touching her and going SO hard immediately because that about it]

Nancy: [‘for you’ like you’re handing him another drink and not yourself, fully dropping all your weight into what he’s doing with his hands, thus making it deeper and harder because you have to ‘Teddy’ really pausing between syllables so even though it’s a whisper it is hitting so !!]

Teddy: [doing the most moving like he’s likewise giving her himself on hearing her say that for you, with no pause in his other antics, really doing as much as we can, only adding to it with the lovebite he’s giving too when she says his name like that, somewhere whatever top she is wearing rn covers so Grace won’t see it immediately upon coming out of the bathroom/spare room, but he simply HAS TO, pull those clothes aside with his face and do that rn because !!!]

Nancy: [when you instinctively go to pull your clothes off to the point you have fully flashed before you remember you have to keep them on and pull that top back down grumpily, ‘give it to me’ in the same cross manner like he can, like you have time, really pushing against his crotch in the most blatant dryhump ever ‘now’]

Teddy: [dragging her head and face to him roughly in a hot move because he’s grumpy her clothes have to stay on too, then using that hand he dragged her face to him with to grope her boob as dramatically for the same reason like he’s so mad they’re not out, still kissing her, while the other one is doing the most inside of her until he pauses momentarily to pull her shorts down more than they are ‘take it’ like they can hook up rn because lbr you almost are]

Nancy: [at least your gasp is into his mouth by this point because it would be loud and blatant, to go with how dangerous everything y’all are now doing is, bending over at the waist to make the most of how basically off your shorts are now, the dare of it all as you repeat yourself essentially ‘take me’]

Teddy: [idk what trousers you showed up for this coffee date in sir but regardless, undoing them, because we see your dare and we raise you gal, love that you’re doing this one handed so that the other one is digging into the lovebite he did, and he hasn’t stopped kissing her either, the skill, I could never ‘now’ as she said it, but also not at all, cos a !! demand actually]

Nancy: [sorry to interrupt but Grace is going to in some form, either shouting or blowing up this gals phone with her dramatic SOS’s, either way, we would be shooketh to our core and the leap away from you is as dramatic, rearranging our clothes and our thoughts before going to see what this gal needs]

Teddy: [y’all deserve her cockblock of whatever crisis she’s having so I don’t feel sorry for you, the way he’s gonna be sat so casually, flicking through the same magazine she was when he and Grace came in, composed and as if none of that happened is actually insane, regardless of whether Grace is there or it’s just Nancy coming back]

Nancy: [it is what you deserve, both of y’all, ignoring the fact this will do nothing to deter you obvs and you’ll just be getting a thrill off of how close that was, now talking to her like nothing happened etc etc, ugh, at least we stopped y’all though because necessary; I imagine that both bedrooms doors come off this living space, so when we exit the spare room, we’re hopping into ours like we might fully ignore you but we’re leaving the door open pointedly]

Teddy: [I’m genuinely determined to see how long we can cockblock y’all because it’s fun and more believable in this scenario than most, honestly, this boy so amused by her antics and the fact Grace is still not ready and appearing despite the help]

Nancy: [not ignoring you but are going to lay on our bed and try to deal with how overwhelmed our entire being is real quick]

Nancy: just don’t ever let her check your phone to prove what a trustworthy guy you are 👌

Teddy: Who do you think I am?

Nancy: Who does she think you are, more the question

Teddy: 💝🧸💐 as promised

Nancy: how like her to get it so wrong…

Teddy: How like me to be so convincing

Nancy: 🙄 You didn’t do terribly

Teddy: But that’s terrible praise, you can do much better

Nancy: I’m not praising you yet, you’ve barely done anything

Teddy: You’re lying in bed because of what I’ve barely done

Nancy: That’s to me, that’s a different type of barely

Teddy: Precisely, what I’m doing to her is different

Nancy: Is it?

Teddy: Night & day

Nancy: very literally for the time being

Teddy: You should be praising me for barely doing anything, it’s the point

Nancy: Did I say you were doing a bad job?

Teddy: You’re doing your absolute best to avoid telling me I’m doing a good one

Nancy: Why do you want me to?

Teddy: Because you don’t want to

Nancy: Idiot

Teddy: [not him standing in her doorway again like he did the last time he was here, giving identical vibes because I’m sure he’s loving this dog again, like say it to my face if you wanna say it gal lol lol, doing a ahem kind of noise to get her attention like a diva]

Nancy: [the ‘can I help you?’ Like you’re trying to chill and he’s being an annoying guest that needs to know where something is not at all matching the smile you give him as he’s stood there loving upon this dog]

Teddy: [throwing a ball or something for this dog at the bed so he jumps on her because this boy cannot but very much wishes he could, nothing to see here Grace, just playing with a puppy nbd, we’re just giving this dog the types of praise she could be giving us like we’re helping her to come up with what she could say, you know the vibes]

Nancy: [being like OI at this pup in the faux mad way like watch it you, very purposefully only giving this dog physical affection and keeping our mouth closed for now though, shaking our head like oh you, obviously at Teddy and not Rex]

Teddy: [throw this ball or toy back towards the living room so you can go sit back down because you’re thinking Grace might actually be done soon, though knowing her I doubt it sir but you don’t very well, purposely giving her such a SMILE as he leaves, all smug and buzzing]

Nancy: [when you know damn well she won’t be so you can smile as smugly/sweetly back like oh honey, good luck, start getting ready yourself but we’re obviously not shutting the door because we’re not Grace and we don’t care if you see, as it is kinda the point]

Teddy: [go back and annoy this dog for literally no more than a few minutes before you’re bored af because the sort of boy you clearly are, come back and throw yourself down on the bed she is now out of, could be casual houseguest/sort of friends behaviour but it’s y’all so it isn’t, neither is his ‘entertain me’ though if Grace heard it, it would seem so]

Nancy: [not looking back but stopping whatever you’re doing when he so unceremoniously throws himself down and demands attention ‘It isn’t you I’m concerned with entertaining’ as you start to brush your hair again/whatever you were in the middle of, but obviously you’re using this as an excuse to make a show of it all, taking off whatever top you have on so you’re just in your bra like you don’t wanna ruin your hair or get makeup on your outfit ‘why don’t you find something to watch?’]

Teddy: [just shamelessly watching her do this ofc, like that’s the thing he’s found to watch and all he needs to keep him entertained, no notes, nevertheless more background noise is always welcome when y’all so put something on whether that’s a TV in here or his phone blaring, it doesn’t matter because he truly does not care]

Nancy: [enjoying the feeling of him watching you too much, obviously the vibe is that you’re having someone over so you're not getting ready to go out hence you can take FOREVER picking out lingerie to put on, throwing a couple options at him on the bed ‘what do you think?’ as you’re sitting down at your vanity moment to put on that makeup specifically to be ruined energy]

Teddy: [he’ll also be taking FOREVER scrutinising the options she threw at him, making noises like he’s thinking and a purposely very focused attention face so she knows he is and he still has his priorities right as he holds them up, makes a big show of touching them etc and generally doing the most with what he’s been given ‘try this one’ like it’s casual and a friendly suggestion and you’re not just straight up telling her to model this for you rn]

Nancy: [is now just STARING at you staring at this underwear like it is the most important question of all time, holding either side of the stool we’re sat on as if it’s the only thing keeping us here on it, especially with how we’re leaning forward again; eventually putting your hand out like okay, give it back, heading to your en-suite moment like you’re going to get changed in there but instead leaving the door open a crack so he can still see but it’s like you made some effort to get changed in privacy and you just didn’t realise he could still see you doing it]

Teddy: [it’s the LINGERING hand touch that’s a hand hold as he gives whatever lingerie he has chosen back to her, very much the energy of he’s this close to pulling her towards him and onto this bed too but resisting because of how much fun it is to then spy on her getting changed like this, eventually doing a loud ‘well?’ how peeps do when the door is shut and can’t see but wanna know how you’re doing in there and how you look]

Nancy: [lingering is the word, likewise it would be very easy to pull you into this bathroom and just go for it but we cannot when there are games to be played, so we’re turning, like we’re looking at ourself from all angles, as well as letting him do the same obviously, making a hmm kind of noise like you’re not sure, leaning on this door frame to LOOK at him ‘show me what you like about it’ emphasis on the YOU like we aren’t seeing it but we wanna be convinced]

Teddy: [this boy shamelessly reaching through the gap in this door to touch her and this lingerie the way he did when he was holding it up before like he’s just wordlessly commenting on how the colour or cut of it or both compliments her skin tone and her body, all nbd]

Nancy: [the intake of breath is luckily only loud enough for him to hear, and he’ll be able to feel it with how he’s now holding you in this lingerie moment anyway, tilting your head up to look him in the eye because fully !! ‘will my date like it?’ basically mouthed but you’re close enough that you can hear those sounds, what we sound like, even at that volume]

Teddy: [‘he’ll love it’ emphasis on love, like correction, but we all know he’s just gotta, the same way he’s gotta touch the lovebite he gave her earlier which was covered but is now exposed and looking !! I’m sure, but touching it softly and barely to match the vibe of how they’re speaking]

Nancy: [shifting to stand on your tiptoes, reaching up to kiss his cheek like you’re just saying thanks and not ILY, taking one of his hands from wherever it is roaming and holding it in yours, linking the fingers ‘maybe you’re celibate’ as a proper whisper ‘waiting for marriage’ with a tiny snort but just basically like I don’t even want you to bang her rn]

Teddy: [‘you need a pair of heels’ when she’s on her tiptoes as if it’s just a friendly hold on this will complete the lewk, but we all know he just wants to pick a pair out for her and make her wear them when he can bear to tear himself away, going to do that, but not before he whispers back ‘I could’ve found god, she’d like that’ because Grace is a believer even if she’s not going as hard as shit nan about it, all that forced church time has had an effect and Samantha has a cross tat that he would have seen so]

Nancy: [nod almost like you’re tearing yourself out of some sort of daydream here, like yes, you’re right, I ABSOLUTELY do, because our mind has gone there as well and we’re as into it, sit yourself down on the edge of your bed so you can put your feet up and make him put them on you too ‘you certainly need reforming’ at a more conversational tone like you’re just bantsing in here, ‘cos you a hoe, boy, we all know lol]

Teddy: [doing the MOST before, during and after, putting these heels on her to show that he is still a hoe, shoutout to that one of her exes who had a foot fetish because sir soz but he’s outdoing you rn in every possible way ‘yes, I certainly do’]

Nancy: [what a casual flex to be more about it purely because you’re into this boy and clearly your ex cringed you out in lots of ways that weren’t just his fetish because you ain’t exactly a prude lmao, biting your lip again so you don’t make indecent noises about this ‘Only be a shame for the scene’ the AND ME obvious but left unspoken]

Teddy: [going to her vanity and picking out the reddest lip he can find because she needs it to hide her literally bloody and bruised lip from the way y’all are carrying on, holding it out to her the same way the lingerie was held out duh ‘the scene’s already lost me’ because that could be said because he wants Grace not you so it’s fine]

Nancy: [making the ‘awh’ sound so you can make any, also using it to pucker your lips and put this on without looking because a skill and a moment in itself, especially when you’re this on edge because of everything]

Teddy: [again so shamelessly watching her do this and when she has kissing her, but the quickest peck ever like it’s purely to blot this lip how she would do with a tissue if she had one to hand]

Nancy: [allowing the sound you make against his lips to be feral because it is as sudden and as brief as the peck, again, acting like you didn’t]

Teddy: [literally spinning her around in as feral and as forceful of a sudden move like you can’t look at her rn or you’ll just DIE, which is true but also you just need to be standing like you were earlier so she knows and can feel how that sound made him feel because he can’t pretend it didn’t happen]

Nancy: [your hand flying to your mouth without you thinking, inspecting the red smudge on your palm with so much !! and showing him as you’re pushing him back so he’ll have to sit on your bed and you can sit inbetween his legs and feel him like that, don’t also just wanna be in bed with you right now, not at all ‘me too’ kind of seemingly in response to nothing but we mean it for all the things like yeah, I am that turned on too and yeah, I could not give a shit about the scene rn either etc etc]

Teddy: [catch this boy indecently licking her palm in a way that’s again giving dog and also showing off exactly what his tongue can and wants to do, we can all pretend it’s for the benefit of her being able to touch or grab anywhere without accidentally getting lipstick on him, cos true, but really he just wants to do it ‘I’m so happy we’ve reached this understanding’ as if it’s again conversational and could be about anything including Grace but we all know what he’s really saying, he’s so glad she feels the same about it all]

Nancy: [not us praising him like he is Rex doing this, this pup like que? Soz lil man but we need to be extra in a way it would only be appropriate for her to be talking to you like rn so here we are ‘you’re a real pal’ like you’re getting along famously, which, yeah but not like that, finally taking that hand back to palm along the front of his bottoms because gotta feel it more than we are already obviously ‘when are you going to let me?’ in a frustrated hushed voice, like he’s the one who keeps putting a stop to it all lol]

Teddy: [so glad personally you are both weird hoes because there’s no hiding how into everything she’s saying and her puppy voice he is, and even if there was, he isn’t, and is only letting her know more with the way he’s positioning her in his lap and grabbing her hard enough to leave a mark like he did either with her thigh but at her waist or wherever, a hot lol at them being besties cos it could just be a lol if Grace hears it and it’s the safest sound for rn, touching her the same way, though she has basically no clothes on so it’s even more !! ‘when you marry me’ like it’s carrying on the no sex before marriage bants purely, but how he’s saying it is too serious]

Nancy: [lmao honestly, the way we’re so dead at you liking this is just proof how well suited you are in so many ways, keeping this puppy praise going for as long as we can deal, joining in on your hot lol when we can’t do any more without getting LOUD about it in a way you aren’t hiding from anyone ‘when you’re worth the wait’ like religious flex lol lol but we’re saying you could be, maybe; moving your hand to his waistband to see if he’ll stop you]

Teddy: [giving her a literal slap on the wrist, but in such a hot way, don’t actually wanna stop you, just wanna hit you for obvious reasons lol]

Nancy: [when you can do a GASP ‘cos you might’ve just messed up your makeup or he could’ve thrown something at you to be annoying, nothing to see here ‘come on!’ as if you’re just pure frustrated at whatever happened there and aren’t more forcefully trying to touch him more now]

Teddy: [here just having a playfight so he can throw her around this bed, excuse us Grace, don’t appear rn thank you, turning it into a pillow fight again in a hot way, muffling all the sounds he’s getting her to make by alternatively pushing her face into it when it’s on the bed or putting it over her face at different points]

Nancy: [thank GOD that lipstick was already fucked because you’re going to need to stay in your room fixing your face so it doesn’t look like you’ve already hooked up with someone before Grace has even gone lol, safe to say we are dying and also fighting back because at least you don’t need to hold back here]

Teddy: [soz but they need to relieve some of this tension and this is a safer way of doing it, mind your business a minute here Grace, we can have the dog get involved and try and save her how Tyson and Bruno used to do so y’all don’t get any more carried away and also his barking will cover y’all]

Nancy: [this is the only feasible way to do it and thinking the dog has probably shook Grace into action can have us pushing you out and putting on a silky robe moment over what we’re wearing to sort our face for real/try to breathe]

Teddy: [mhmm, get away from each other and calm the fuck down lads, cos whether or not this dog has, y’all need to stop, personally though I’d be curious as hell what was occurring so I’d hurry my ass up]

Nancy: [us like Grace, please lmao]

Nancy: Enjoy your date, won’t you

Teddy: You too

Nancy: I’m sure I will

Teddy: Likewise

Nancy: She’s going to look like a million bucks

Teddy: [the amount the outfit actually cost like this much actually lol, dragged]

Nancy: Better than [whatever we’re estimating her usual wardrobe costs, so rude]

Teddy: Please tell me you’re joking

Nancy: How far do you think part-time wages are taking her

Teddy: I don’t have the slightest idea, nor do I wish to find out

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Incorrect MHA as things I’ve said during ✨mental breakdowns✨ part 4:

*TW FOR ATTEMPTED $U!C!DE*

Shouto: you can take one look at me and know I’m not mentally stable! look at me, look at my hair?!

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Shouto: things were going great you know, then my parents just had to go and make me

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Jirou: there is no consistency, only Washing Machine Heart

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Monoma: If I have to be here, I am going to make it everyone’s problem

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Aoyama: the the shiniest broken disco ball

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Izuku: why did I do this? Oh, because I’m Izuku and I make dUMB DECISIONS

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Iida: the stress has toppled over, it’s panic attack time

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Kaminari: im resting my neck; it’s tired from keeping all my thoughts in my head

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Kaminari: what are words if not organized key smashes

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Aoyama: If beauty is pain, it explains why I am constantly hurting

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Aoyama: the question is, “how fabulous am I?” And the answer,,, is yes

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Uraraka: I am small and confrontational, fight me! The lord shan’t win!

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Izuku: I am small, and afraid of conflict; please don’t come near me

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Shinsou: and I’m going to grab some more coffee, because in the end, I truly am just an unhealthy bitch

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Kaminari: I haven’t said something relatively funny in the past 10 minutes; therefore, all my friends hate me and my potential is nonexistent. Have a good day.

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Iida: it’s a bad idea, but am I supposed to make good ideas? No! I’m a teenager! This sh*t is expected

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Jirou and Shouto: my two defining features are that I am 1) gay. And 2) mentally unstable

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Aoyama about someone who was rude to him: honestly, they’re so in love with me it’s sad

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Most of them, honestly: I don’t know romance, I only know trauma

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Aizawa or shinsou: fUck me; life is meaningless

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Aizawa: ah, natural selection

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Izuku: the only constant in my life is that I’m used as a therapist by all those around me

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Shinsou: cant have any traumatic memories if you don’t have any memories at all! Work smarter, not harder kids

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Izuku: why ask for help when you can crawl into a hole and die?

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Shouto: proof that I am both immortal and a glitch in the matrix: I have no memories of my childhood; therefore, I spawned. And I cannot be killed no matter how many times others have tried to kill me, and I have tried to kill myself

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Izuku: there was a conflict, so I had an anxiety attack. Then, there was another conflict, so I hid in the bathroom and looked at memes

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Shouto: after years of being unable to cry, I finally just had a mental breakdown and sobbed uncontrollably for two hours.

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Jirou: when people look at me I want them to ask, “is she gay?” Not, “what is wrong with her?”

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Mina: for someone who isn’t holding it together at all, I think I’m doing a pretty good job of acting like I know what I’m doing

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Monoma: if I can’t feel good at least I must look good so that others can know I’m better than them

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Kaminari: *altered slightly to fit the situation and because I’m not telling you my professors name* Mr. Aizawa doesn’t just wake up, Mr. Aizawa wakes up, tells me to go fuck myself, and goes back to sleep. That’s a day in the life of Mr. Aizawa

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Shinsou: I haven’t felt true joy since 1802

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Izuku: I love making fun of myself, because it gives me such a confidence boost while also making me feel like complete shit

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Jirou, Uraraka, or Sero: assign me more work, will you? Well, watch me down my third Monster Energy of the day, heha. *shaking* that’ll show ‘em. Caffeine runs through my veins! What runs through yours? Fuckin’,, oxygen? Blood? Weakling. Get on my level

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Izuku: okay, I lie to myself often, but this??? This was a betrayal

(If you’re wondering, I thought I had three more pages to read, not four)

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Just Say It

Happy gift posting day for the @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! I had two assignees, so I'm posting two fics today! My 2nd gift recipient is @deanwinchesteradjacent! She requested canon-adjacent Destiel with fluff, action, and a happy ending. I hope you like it! <3

Word Count: 7.5K Rating: T Summary: A string of violent deaths at an otherwise charming B&B was all the excuse Dean needed to drag Cas down to Florida for some fun in the sun. Things had been awkward since Cas came back from the Empty and they could finally be together, but Dean was sure that a romantic getaway was the perfect thing to help Cas get out of the training wheels stage of Angel's-First-Romance and start acting like a real couple. Just as soon as they took care of a vengeful spirit. What could possibly go wrong? Notes: Post canon, fix-it fic, oneshot, love confessions, Dean is bad at feelings, case fic, beach fic.

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“Alright, I’m heading out.”

“Did you pack deodorant?”

“Dean…”

“Toothpaste? Mouthwash?”

“...”

“Those fancy hair products? Cuz there’s just. So. Many--”

“Dean! I’ve lived my whole life on the road. I know how to pack a damn dufflebag!”

Dean smirked, unperturbed by Sam’s whining. “Yeah but Eileen is a classy lady. She’s not gonna put up with your usual road stank.”

Sam sighed in annoyance as he readjusted the bag on his shoulder. “I’m not the one who wears his underwear three days in a row, jerk.”

“Better leave that attitude at home, bitch,” Dean said cheerfully. “It’s your anniversary, after all.”

Sam’s mouth twitched into a shy grin despite his best efforts. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he said, letting Dean have one last bit of fun before he left. “You and Cas too. Don’t get into trouble.” He nodded in farewell before he climbed the stairs to the bunker door.

“Oh, and Sammy?”

Sam paused at the top of the stairs and turned around. Almost like he could sense what was coming, his eyebrow twitched in irritation. Dean hucked a box up to the landing, and Sam fumbled to catch it. Dean flashed a shit-eating grin as Sam read the Trojan label and fixed him with a scowl. “Make sure you wrap it before you tap it, Sammy.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked out the door.

Dean laughed to himself as he turned back to his laptop, scrolling through news articles looking for a hunt. He was still at it an hour later when Cas came shuffling into the room still in his pajamas, two cups of coffee in hand.

“Mornin’ Sunshine,” Dean crooned cheerfully. Cas’ hair was in wild disarray, and between that and his worn, brown sweatshirt and loose pajama bottoms, he looked more like a bear stumbling out of hibernation than a guy just waking up. “Sam already left.”

Cas set a mug down in front of Dean before slumping down into the chair beside him. “I hope he and Eileen have fun this week,” he mumbled as he hunched over his coffee.

Dean smiled at how adorable Cas looked, all grumpy and sleep-ruffled. He was still an angel...somewhat. He had Grace, if only a little. So close to mortality, Cas often needed mundane human things like sleep and food. He wasn’t particularly thrilled about it. In fact, he was so irritated about the whole thing that Dean hadn’t been able to work up the nerve to invite him to sleep in his room, instead of alone. Dean chewed on his lower lip. Maybe after this case, things would change.

“Are you looking up a case?” Cas asked, tilting toward Dean’s screen.

“Uh...yeah.” With forced casualness, Dean turned the laptop so Cas could read a headline from last year: “Gruesome Death at Bed and Breakfast Leaves Locals Worried.” “Over the past forty years, there’ve been six deaths at this B&B. All either heart attacks or a brain hemorrhage. All without a scratch on ‘em. Always a couple. Always on the same night: this Friday. That sure screams ‘ghost’ to me.”

“Key West?” Cas asked as he scanned the article. “Florida? That’s quite a drive.”

Dean shrugged. His fingers tapped against the tabletop. “It is, but hell, why not? Sam gets the week off with Eileen, why can’t we have a little vacation too?”

Cas narrowed his eyes. Suspicious. He was suspicious. Was a little time off really so bad? “You haven’t taken a vacation the entire time I’ve known you.”

“Yeah, well…” Dean struggled to come up with a good excuse. “That was, ya know. Before.”

“Before,” Cas repeated stiffly.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Before everything.” He gestured around his head. Before Cas told him he loved him and immediately died. Before Dean rescued him from The Empty. Before they wound up in this awkward, stilted Angel’s-First-Romance training wheels relationship Dean found them in.

That seemed to placate Cas. He nodded and took another sip of coffee. “The beach would be nice…”

Dean broke into a grin. “Better than nice! Toes in the sand, drinks with little umbrellas… That’s better than paradise.” He gave Cas’ shoulder a friendly pat. Then--because he could, couldn’t he?--Dean let his hand run along the broad expanse of Cas’ shoulder and gently cup the back of his neck.

This was okay, right? He’d held back on any sort of real PDA because of how uncomfortable Cas would act. And that was okay. He understood. Angels and intimacy...Well, angels just worked differently than humans. And it was all new to Cas! It took him over a decade to say he loved Dean. It would probably take awhile before he was ready to hold hands.

But this wasn’t very much, right? Just a light hand on the back of his neck. This was about as innocent as things got!

Except Cas went stiff under Dean, and Dean took the hint and pulled his hand away as he bit back a sigh. So much for that.

His eyes trailed back to his laptop. Hopefully this getaway would change things, help Cas loosen up and finally see that they could act even a little like a couple now. A romantic beach, warm sunshine, half-naked romps in the water, a cozy and only slightly haunted bed and breakfast…

What could go wrong?

----

Three days and one slightly terrifying highway over the ocean later, Dean and Cas pulled into a parking space for a charming bed and breakfast painted in a lovely pale--

“Lavender?” Dean balked at the decidedly dainty color of the siding. “I know they like their pastels here, but geez…”

“It’s just a paint color,” Cas said as he crossed around to the trunk and started unloading their bags. The duffle full of salt, shotguns, and various iron weapons clanked ominously. He shouldered it carefully so it wouldn’t make so much noise.

“This whole street is like friggin’ Candy Land.” Dean eyeballed the canary yellow house across the street suspiciously as they made their way to the front door.

The inside was clearly the result of a scandalous love affair between a Jimmy Buffet concert and a Hallmark store--All tacky tropical themed furniture and a dizzying array of porcelain figurines.

Dean grinned from ear to ear and elbowed Cas. At Cas’ inquisitive eyebrow, Dean nodded his head to a shelf full of long-haired, sad-eyed blonde angels. Cas rolled his eyes while Dean laughed to himself.

“Hello! Can I help you?” An older woman sat behind a small reception desk, smiling warmly at them in the glow of her ancient computer.

Dean put on his best people-pleasing smile. “Yes you can. Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my, uh…” Dean glanced over to Cas and his eyes crinkled in delight. “Cas. This is my boyfriend, Cas.” Just the word caused a giddy bubble of effervescence to float inside Dean’s chest. After all this time, they were really here. This was real.

Cas offered the receptionist a small, tight smile before turning his studious gaze to the figurines on the wall shelves. The woman furrowed her brow, so Dean charged forward with the conversation before Cas’ awkwardness put her off. If they were going to pry into the case here, they needed her to be friendly with them. “I booked a reservation for this weekend. It--Are you guys still open? It’s kinda quiet in here.” Dean glanced around the empty living space. There weren’t any other cars parked outside either.

The woman waved off his concerns. “Oh yes, it’s just the off season right now. Some weekends are like that.” She spoke a little too quickly as she clicked through her computer. Dean suspected all the news articles about bloody deaths had something to do with it. “Not hard to find your reservation. You’re our only guests tonight.” She grabbed two keys off a hook and held them out for Dean. “You’ll be in room 4, down at the end of the hallway upstairs. It’s the largest one. If you need extra towels or anything, let me know. I’m Susan.”

Sensing they were about to be dismissed, Dean swerved into a distraction. “You know, we’ve been on the road for ages. Do you have any coffee or anything like that? A little wakeup before we hit the beach?”

Susan pushed back from the desk. “Oh of course! I was about to get some for myself, actually. I’ll be right back.”

“Keep an eye out for anything suspicious, Cas,” Dean muttered as Susan disappeared down a hallway. “Anything out of place or really old. You know, haunted stuff.” Cas nodded, and Dean covertly pulled his EMF reader out of his jacket pocket and flicked it on. It was silent. They both made a pass of the room, pretending to look around.

“Here we are!” Susan said brightly, expertly holding three coffee mugs in her hands. Dean jumped a little and hastily put his device away before turning around. “I hope cream and sugar is okay.”

“Any caffeine is fine,” he assured her as he and Cas took their mugs. “So Susan, what is there to do around here? You know, other than what Yelp says. The insider’s scoop.” Dean winked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Susan smiled. “Well, if nightlife is your thing, there are some great spots within walking distance.”

Dean chuckled. “C’mon, Susan. Does this guy look like much of a dancer?” He grinned fondly at Cas as he draped his arm over his shoulders. It was ridiculous how much his stomach fluttered from the small action, but dammit, after all they’d been through to get here, Dean had earned a few butterflies. He squeezed Cas’ shoulder even though Cas didn’t really react. Dean was definitely going to have to clarify that the personal space rule didn’t apply anymore.

“Well, the restaurant down the street also does an excellent brunch,” Susan offered instead.

“Now that’s more our speed.” Maybe if the hunt went well they could actually stay the night, instead of getting the hell out of Dodge before the cops chased them down. Keep their salt and burn quiet and enjoy a nice night in. Dean tried not to get his hopes up for sharing a bed with Cas.

And he did mean sharing a bed. Things were moving so slowly between him and Cas he’d be thrilled just to spoon, nevermind anything else. Dean bit back a sigh as he swept over all of the knick-knacks and decorations, hoping for some sort of clue as to the identity of their ghost. “I’ve gotta say, I love the decor. Is all of this your collection?” Maybe a haunted object? Or a cursed one?

“Most of it.” A faint twinge of wistfulness colored Susan’s words as she looked over the porcelain figurines. “My Marcy liked to collect the angels, but that was years and years ago.”

On a high shelf was a large urn next to an oil painting of a young woman that immediately pinged Dean’s hunter’s instincts. “That’s a lovely painting over there,” he said, catching Cas’ eye meaningfully. Cas turned around to look too.

Susan’s face melted into a quiet, sad smile. “Yes, that’s my Marcy right there. A self-portrait. She was such a talented artist.”

Cas tilted his head. “She was your...wife?” he guessed.

Susan’s face crumpled. “No. No we were never…” She took a deep breath and continued in a steadier tone. “She was my business partner, but I loved her. Very much. And I knew she loved me too. So I suppose you could say we were almost together. Should have been together.” Her lower lip trembled.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what stopped you?” Dean felt bad for pressing her for information that was clearly upsetting, but people’s lives were at stake. Possibly Susan’s own.

Susan curled her hands around her mug, staring into the steaming coffee with a far off look in her eyes. “I was afraid. Of my own feelings. Of opening myself to getting hurt. So I...When Marcy needed me to be honest about how I felt I...I let her down. She got mad...We fought...She ran off. There was an accident, and...Well...” Susan took another deep breath. Her eyes were glassy with tears and heavy with regret. “Today is the anniversary of the day she died.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Dean said, injecting even more sincerity into his words even though he expected as much. Marcy was the best lead so far. Was she attacking people on the anniversary of her death? She was obviously cremated, but perhaps there was something keeping her tied here?

“Not your fault,” she said with the heaviness of one who had heard those words hundreds of times. She shook her head. “You’re not the reason she--” Susan cut herself off and swallowed down her tears. Despite her best efforts, a single tear trailed down her cheek.

“It sounds like you loved her very much,” Cas said, his voice infused with genuine sympathy.

“She was my world. I loved her more than she’ll ever know...” Again Susan fell silent, this time lost in thought.

Then, with a deep, resettling breath, she wiped at her eyes with the edge of her finger and forced a cheerful expression. “But enough of that. You’re my guests. You don’t need to hear all of that! Do you need anything while you get settled in? More towels? Recommendations for restaurants?”

Dean shook his head, “Appreciate it ma’am, but we’ll probably just grab whatever’s convenient around here.”

“Well, would you like to eat here? Usually I don’t serve dinner for guests, but since it’s only the two of you, I can cook up something if you’d like. I honestly wouldn’t mind the company.”

Sensing another opportunity to interview Susan, Dean smiled his very best ‘comforting the bereaved’ smile. “We’d like that very much, Susan. Thank you for offering.” Then, carefully timed almost like an afterthought, he added, “Oh, and what’s the wifi password?”

Upstairs their room was somewhat small but airy. The walls were a crisp, breezy blue, the linens bright white. There was even a gauzy white canopy draped around the four-poster bed. Dean grinned. One bed. Surely that was cause for some optimism about tonight.

“I dunno about you, but I’m gonna sleep like a log tonight,” he said with the most casual tone he could muster as he grabbed the weapons bag off Cas’ shoulder and deposited it on the duvet. “What about you? Think you’ll need a couple z’s?” ‘Please say yes.’

Cas eyed the bed. Something strange flickered across his face. Something heavy, even sad. Dean immediately felt like a jackass for reminding Cas about his weak Grace. “I mean, who knows how you’ll feel tonight,” Dean added hastily. He started digging through his bag for his laptop. “Get some sea air in your lungs, and you might wake right up.”

Cas pursed his lips. “I suppose so,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. He turned away from Dean and started roaming the room, looking over the artwork on the walls and the little beachy decorations on the furniture. He came to a stop.

“This looks like Susan and Marcy,” he said, letting his fingers trail along the frame of a painting over the dresser.

“Yeah?” Dean looked up from his booting laptop. It was an oil painting like the one downstairs, with a young couple in bright dresses making each other laugh in front of a backdrop of a stormy gray ocean. One was undeniably a much younger Susan. Marcy looked the same as she did in the painting downstairs.

Cas frowned a little and pulled his hand back from the frame. He glanced around the ceiling and only relaxed when he saw an air-conditioning vent gently humming nearby. Dean shrugged it off and turned back to his laptop. He set right to work searching through the local newspaper archives and breaking into the coroner’s office servers. Finding their ghost was only a matter of time.

“Got it. Marcy Daniels. Died forty-three years ago tonight.” Dean flipped his laptop around so Cas could read the news article. “Hit by a car. Right outside this house. Died before she even got to the hospital.”

Cas squinted at the screen. The photo attached to the article looked just like the woman in the paintings. “And you think she’s the ghost?”

Dean shrugged. “Seems as good a guess as any. Violent death. Susan said they were fighting right before. Probably something happened between them that left Marcy pissed off enough to stay in the veil.”

Cas nodded. “We should ask her about it.”

“Nah, she’s not gonna let us grill her about her dead partner like that. We’ll strike up a conversation at dinner. That should give us enough time to figure out what’s keeping Marcy here before she attacks tonight.”

Cas deferred to Dean’s hunting experience. “Well then what should we do until then?”

Dean grinned from ear to ear. “What do you think we should do? To the beach!”

---

Dean shut the trunk of the Impala and straightened his back, lifting his face to the breeze blowing in from the sea. He breathed in deeply. “God, smell that salt air…” he said with a wistful smile. When he turned to Cas, the angel was looking at him with fondness, warmth making his blue eyes brighter. Dean’s smile grew, and he lifted up his sunglasses to flash Cas a playful wink. Cas quickly ducked his head and started walking.

Dean bit back a groan as he followed behind him with their beach bag. What was he doing wrong? He was trying to be gentle, to give Cas enough space to adjust to the idea that they were together now on his own. After all of the crap they’d been through together, after so many things keeping them apart, he understood why Cas was struggling. Hell, he’d been squashing down his feelings for so long, Cas probably didn’t know how to let himself have this happiness.

At least, that was what Dean kept telling himself. Deep down, though, he was afraid that Cas’ feelings were changing.

“There’s a good spot,” Dean said, jogging up behind Cas and forcing down his depressing thoughts before they could meet up with his self-loathing and really cause problems. He grabbed Cas’ arm and tugged him toward an unoccupied part of the sand. The weather was a little too temperamental this time of year to attract huge crowds, but there were still plenty of people out enjoying the sunshine.

Cas let himself be led, his flip-flops flapping awkwardly over the sand. Dean laughed a little, even though his footing wasn’t much better. When they’d walked far enough away from the boardwalk, Dean unceremoniously dropped their bag and dug out a large blanket to lay out.

“Perfect,” he declared as he tipped up his sunglasses to survey his work. He plopped down on the blanket and shucked off his shirt. A quick glance up let him catch the way Cas’ eyes widened for a fraction of a second before his expression smoothed over. Dean wiggled his eyebrows at Cas, but he didn’t see because he turned around like a friggin’ Victorian lady in order to pull off his own shirt before he sat down in front of Dean, facing the ocean. Dean’s gaze swept down the broad, muscular expanse of Cas’ back, and he could barely contain the heat in his eyes and in his grin.

Only then did Cas glance over his shoulder and catch Dean’s eye. Dean bit his lip suggestively, his grin widening, but Cas’ cheeks turned lightly pink and turned his head away. He rubbed at the back of his neck. Nervous, huh? Well that was alright. Dean could lighten the mood.

He held up the bottle of sunscreen. “Alright, let’s spackle your back.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Dean,” Cas said, not turning around. His voice sounded even more gruff than usual, which was certainly saying something.

“Nonsense!” Dean was already squirting a healthy dollop of sunscreen in his palm. “You can get sunburned, same as the rest of us.”

Cas sighed heavily. His shoulders twitched, tense, but he didn’t protest when Dean slapped his hand at the middle of his back.

Dean set to work rubbing the cream into Cas’ warm skin. “See? This is nice. It’s like a mini-massage.” He made sure to move slowly, almost caressing him. His stomach fluttered with the faintest whisper of excitement. This was the closest thing he’d gotten to action in months, after all. And Cas’ back was nice. Broad and firm and far more muscular than Dean would have guessed. His heart did a little tapdance at knowing that he was allowed to freely ogle now.

“I like seeing you out of the trenchcoat,” Dean said, now using both hands to stroke up and down Cas’ skin. Cas tensed again. “I mean, you look good under all those layers,” Dean said hastily, afraid that the reminder of his waning Grace was too painful. “When did you get so beefy?” Dean slid his hands up to Cas’ shoulders and then down his thick arms. He squeezed them playfully as he shifted closer, letting his knees bump against him.

He leaned in close so he could almost whisper, “Wish I could see it somewhere other than the beach.”

Cas’ back became hard as marble. He lowered his head. “That’s enough, Dean,” he said softly. His voice trembled with some barely contained emotion Dean didn’t understand.

Disappointment rose up Dean’s throat like bile. “Seriously? I’m almost done!”

Cas twisted around, his face pulled into a scowl. His cheeks were flushed. “Dean! I’m an angel! I don’t need this!”

Dean pulled back. “What? I can’t even put sunscreen on you now?” he demanded.

Cas didn’t have an answer to that. He only glared, his eyes flickering with something Dean couldn’t quite figure out. Pain? Longing? Regret?

Knowing Dean’s penchant for screwing things up all the time, it was almost certainly the latter.

Cas breathed out a long, frustrated breath and rose to his feet. “I’m...going for a walk,” he said. He folded his arms over his bare chest.

“Cas,” Dean pleaded. What had he done wrong? Why was Cas so mad?

Cas shook his head. “Please, Dean.” With one last glance filled with that strange, heartache-inducing emotion, Cas turned and started walking down the beach alone.

Dean stared after him as he left. “What the hell?” he said under his breath. The sting of rejection quietly throbbed in his chest as he turned his gaze to the ocean. What had he done to piss Cas off? Had he really crossed a boundary, or was something else wrong? Cas had been so weird since he’d been back. Shouldn’t he be happy? Hell, telling Dean he loved him was the happiest Cas had ever been, right? That was part of his deal with The Empty!

Did he regret it? Did he change his mind? Maybe Cas really didn’t want to have Dean. Not for real. Maybe that was why Cas never told him how he felt before. He had to have known Dean loved him long before his deal with The Empty came along. Maybe there was a reason Cas hadn’t said anything about it before.

Maybe Cas knew that Dean would screw things up if they got together. Maybe he was trying to pull away from Dean, make it easier to break things off when it all came crashing down.

Dean stewed in his thoughts, his expression dark as he watched the waves. He lost track of time until a pair of children came racing past him, screaming in delight and startling him out of his thoughts. He pulled at his phone to glance at the time. Cas had been gone over half an hour. Way too long. Dean looked down the beach, almost expecting to see Cas trudging back up the beach back to him, but he didn’t see any sign of him. But Cas couldn’t have left left. Dean had the car keys! Quietly cursing, Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Cas’ number.

...And heard a familiar ringtone coming out of their bag.

“Dammit, Cas!” Dean growled as he hung up. He stood up, but he still couldn’t see Cas. Had something happened? What if he’d gone in the water? What if he’d gotten pulled out to sea by a riptide? Despite knowing Cas didn’t even know how to swim, worry dripped ice cold down Dean’s spine, and before he knew it he was walking down the beach along the path Cas had taken.

“Cas!” he called out, but he didn’t see him. Dean started walking faster. He scanned the beach for a familiar dark head of hair and the bright orange swim trunks Dean had picked out for him. “CAS!” He was beginning to fear the worst.

“You lookin’ for someone?” a concerned voice called out. Dean whipped his head around to a small family sitting underneath an umbrella.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, my buddy Cas.” Dean jogged over to them. “You see him walk by? Kinda beefy, kinda dorky. Dark hair, orange trunks, about yea high.” He held his palm flat about eye level.

The woman who spoke nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I saw him walking back toward town, though.” She pointed over her shoulder.

Dean furrowed his brow. Did Cas walk back on his own? Irritation flared in his chest as he forced a cordial smile and thanked the woman before jogging back the way he came. He didn’t see any sign of Cas back at their blanket either.

Dean scowled. Maybe he had walked back. Running off without a word was infuriatingly in-character for him. Dean cursed under his breath as he hastily packed up their things and started stomping up the beach toward the car.

What was even such a big deal? If Cas supposedly loved him so much, was rubbing his back that bad? Dean was trying to give him space, he really was, but the way Cas was acting, it was like he didn’t even like Dean, nevermind love him!

The thought clenched tight around Dean’s heart as he drove back to the bed and breakfast. Maybe he didn’t anymore. Maybe Cas was getting sick of him. Twelve years in each other’s lives, it was bound to happen eventually.

Maybe what angels considered love and what humans considered love was just different.

Dark thoughts still swirled in Dean’s head as he returned to the bed and breakfast and marched up the stairs.

“Dude, what the hell?!” Dean charged into their room, anger burning hot as his glare zeroed in on the angel sitting in a chair. “You can’t just go running off like that! You left your phone behind!”

Cas carefully closed the book he was reading. He was fully clothed again. “It’s not a long walk back here. I assumed you’d know where I’d gone.”

“I was worried sick about you! What if you went in the ocean and something happened?”

Cas narrowed his eyes. “I wouldn’t do that. You know I can’t swim.”

“You can’t just go stomping off whenever you get mad!”

Cas closed his eyes. “I’m not mad,” he said, though the growl in his voice suggested otherwise.

“Like hell you’re not!” Dean shot back. “So what is it? I can’t touch you now? It’s freakin’ sunscreen, Cas. Is it really that big of a deal?”

Cas’ eyes flew open. “Yes!” he said, deeply pained. “Dean, does it really matter so little to you that you’re okay with just ignoring it?”

Dean was brought up short. “Does what matter?”

“Me!” Cas plastered his hand over his chest. He almost looked like he could cry. “I told you how I felt and you insist on acting like nothing happened!”

Dean blinked. “What? That’s...that’s not true, Cas!”

“Dean! You didn’t say anything! Not once since you brought me back, have you said anything about the fact that I love you! And you may think that by ignoring it and trying to force things back the way they were before that you can lock up that Pandora’s Box again, but you can’t! I can’t. I can’t…”

Dean took a step forward, his expression darkening with confusion. “Cas, what’re you talking about?” He didn’t understand. Why did Cas look so hurt? So heartbroken? Cas loved him. Dean loved Cas. So why wasn’t he happy? What had Dean done wrong? “Cas, I--”

Cold mist curled up from Dean’s mouth.

They both went tense and still as they noticed just how cold the room had gotten. The lamp on the bedside table flickered.

“Shit,” Dean muttered under his breath. His eyes darted to the open dufflebag on their bed with all of their weapons.

He made a move for it, but a figure flickered into being in front of him. She was wearing a torn, bloody sundress. Her long, straw-colored hair was plastered to the half of her gaunt face where it was smashed in, blood staining it crimson. The ghost took a step toward Dean. Thick, dark blood dripped from her head but never reached the floor.

“Marcy,” Dean breathed. Guess she didn’t need to wait for nightfall after all.

“Coward,” the ghost menaced as she took another step closer. Dean carefully backed up. “Can’t even say it. Even when you’re hurting him. Coward!”

Dean’s eyes flickered to Cas, who was edging toward their weapons bag. He tried to make the movement quick, but the ghost noticed. With a vicious growl she flung out her hand and Cas went flying into the far wall.

“Don’t worry,” the ghost said to Cas, and the venom in her voice dropped into twisted sympathy. “I’ll take your pain away soon.”

Cas struggled to his feet as the ghost rounded on Dean again. Her outstretched hand aimed directly at Dean’s head, fingers curled into a wicked claw. But before she could touch him, Cas made another attempt at the duffle. She shrieked in fury and sent it spinning through the air toward the window. A single iron poker tumbled out of the open zipper as it flipped over and smashed against the glass, shattering it. The bag tumbled to the ground below.

Cas lurched for the poker. “Dean!” he called as he tossed it through the air, directly through the ghost. She howled and dissipated into smoke while Dean barely managed to close his fingers around the weapon. Cas and Dean stood back to back as they circled the room, Dean holding the iron poker at the ready.

“Salt,” Dean barked. “We need salt!” Except all of theirs was now two stories below. Dean silently cursed. “The kitchen! Go! I’m right behind you!”

Cas nodded and made for the door. The lights were flickering again. He and Dean narrowly made it into the hallway when their bedroom door slammed shut behind them. They raced for the stairs and nearly collided with Susan.

“Cas, Dean, what’s going on?” Her eyes were panicked, taking in the cut on Cas’ temple and the iron poker in Dean’s grip. Mist followed her words out of her mouth.

“Look out!” Dean reached for Susan, but he was flung backward by an invisible force. Marcy flickered into existence over him again. “Salt, Susan! We need salt!” he cried out before the ghost clamped its cold hand around his throat. Dean scrambled from his poker, but it had fallen just out of reach. His other hand grappled with Marcy’s, trying to pull it away.

He couldn’t see with the ghost pinning him down, but he was pretty sure he heard Susan’s footsteps racing away. Good. Even if she didn’t come back, at least she was somewhere safer. Black dots started to swim in Dean’s vision.

“Hey! Marcy!” A ceramic angel went flying through the air and smashed into a framed photo on the wall next to them, shattering the glass. Marcy snarled and whipped her head around. Her grip on Dean’s neck loosened a little, and Dean sucked in as many painful gasps as he could get.

“This is what you’re about, huh?” Cas goaded. He stood next to an accent table full of figurines, another ceramic angel in his hand, fat load of good that would do against a ghost. “Exacting revenge against shitty lovers?” Dean stretched his arm until his muscles strained. He could barely feel the length of the iron rod brush against his fingertips. If Cas could keep stalling for just a little longer... “I think anger has clouded your judgement.” Cas’ lips twisted into a bitter smirk. “You have no reason to attack Dean. Can’t you tell? He doesn’t love me.”

The statement caught Dean completely off-guard. His hand stilled as he gaped at Cas. “What?” he rasped around the ghostly hand on his throat. Didn’t love him!?

The ghost growled at Cas. She raised her arm as if to psychically toss him toward the stairway, but right at that moment, Susan barreled up the stairs, a blue canister of salt in her hand.

“I have the salt!” she said, and with panic and desperation in her eyes she blindly flung the open canister at Dean and the ghost. Salt flung in a wide arc and rained down on Marcy, who screamed and disappeared instantly.

Dean rolled onto his side, coughing weakly as he grabbed onto the iron poker and clutched it against his chest. Cas ran to him, only stopping to grab the canister of salt. He hastily drew a circle around them, draining the last of the salt on their protection ring. “Susan, get in the circle!” he commanded as he knelt beside Dean.

“You don’t think I love you?” Dean choked out between gasps for air. His head was spinning. Cas’ hand on his shoulder helped a lot, but when Dean asked his question Cas quickly yanked it away. “How could you think that?” he said, genuinely confused.

“What’s going on? Why did that...that thing look like my Marcy?!” Susan nearly flung herself into the circle with them. She clutched at her chest, casting her terrified gaze around the room.

“Her ghost,” Cas said, though he didn’t take his eyes off Dean. His brow furrowed. “Dean, you haven’t--”

“Ghost?!” Susan screeched. “Then what the hell are we doing standing here?!”

“Salt repels ghosts,” Cas replied with way more patience than Dean would have had. “She can’t come into the circle.”

“What’s going on?” Susan’s eyes went huge, her face going pale. “She...She killed those people last year, didn’t she? How do we stop her?”

“Usually burn her remains, if anything is left,” Cas said, “but she was cremated, wasn’t she? So something else is tethering her here. Perhaps a locket? Something she cherishes.”

Susan frowned, panicked eyes darting around in front of her as she mulled it over. “Her painting,” she said with a gasp. “The one in your room. She finished it right before our argument! Right before she ran out into the street and was hit by the car. It was precious to her. She put her everything into it, tried to use it to confess her love for me, and I...I was too much of a coward to say it back. That’s why we fought.”

Cas and Dean’s eyes met, and they both nodded. Dean grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, poker still clutched to his chest. “Susan, stay here. Whatever happens, don’t leave the circle. Cas, I’ll keep her busy. You burn the painting.”

As one unit Cas and Dean left the salt circle.

Immediately the hallway burst into chaos. Doors slammed shut everywhere. The knick-knacks and travel guides on the accent table went flying through the air. The lights flickered until their bulbs burst, leaving only the light of the window at the far end to help them see.

They ran.

“You don’t think I love you?” Dean demanded, because a deadly ghost hunt seemed as good a time as any to have this conversation. Some things were too damn important to wait for downtime.

“Because you don’t!” Cas snapped. He threw himself at the shut door of their room, but it was supernaturally sealed. He grunted and tried again. Marcy appeared at his side, a ghostly hand reaching for his chest, a snarl on her lips.

“Cas, of course I love you, you idiot!” Dean swung at Marcy, forcing her to disappear again. Cas slammed himself against the unmoving door. “How could you think I don’t?”

“Dean, I died--” Cas slammed into the door again. His eyes glowed faintly with his weakened Grace. “Telling you how I felt. And you said--” Another crash; the door cracked ominously. “Nothing about it since I’ve been back!”

Marcy flickered into being next to them again. Dean knocked her away with the poker.

“I thought you knew! I thought you didn’t love me and that’s why you never said anything!”

“I told you!” With one final crash, Cas burst through the door and into the room, Dean hot on his heels. They ran for the dresser. “I told you the one thing I wanted, I couldn’t have! That thing was you, Dean!” Cas yanked the painting off the wall and threw it on the ground, shattering its glass and exposing the paper.

Marcy screamed in fury and appeared in front of him. She flung him at the dresser just as Dean dispersed her with a forceful swing. He flipped the poker in his hand, readying himself to strike again while Cas scrambled to his feet, lighter freed from his pocket and held at the ready.

“Because of the Empty!” Dean insisted. Marcy’s form materialized again, and Dean raised his weapon as she approached. “You couldn’t have me because of the deal with the Empty!”

Cas fumbled with the lighter. “I can’t have you because. You. Don’t. Love me!” It finally lit. Cas threw it onto the painting, sending it up in flames.

Marcy howled in agony as her body sparked and burned. She raised her head skyward as if to escape from the rising flames, but in a flash of heat and bright orange light, she was gone, and Cas and Dean were left standing alone in the room.

They stared at each other in the sudden, violent silence. Cas’ face was a mask of frustration and pain.

“Dean, I’ve been back for months. Months. And you have said nothing about how you feel. Do not lie to me now because you feel sorry for me.” With one last heartbroken glare, Cas stomped out of the room, leaving Dean behind to stamp out the flaming remains of the painting.

Once Dean didn’t need to worry about burning the house down, he went looking for Cas. He found him outside, loading up their scattered weapons into the trunk of the Impala.

He looked shattered. His face was crumpled with pain, his eyes dull, deep furrows in his brow. It brought Dean up short. Guilt welled up so intense that Dean almost couldn’t say anything at all. Except, well, that had gotten him into this situation in the first place.

“I thought you knew,” Dean called across the distance between them. Cas stopped and turned to look at him. The bitterness in his eyes made Dean’s stomach churn. “I thought you knew,” he said again. He took a step toward Cas. “For years I thought you knew. But, you know, you’re an angel. I thought you didn’t...I thought you couldn’t…” He trailed off. Cas’ forehead was furrowed in confusion, but he was at least listening, so Dean swallowed down his discomfort and barreled forward. “I thought angels couldn’t fall in love. Except...then you died telling me you did. Telling me that the reason you couldn’t even tell me how you felt was because being happy would trigger your deal and…” He shrugged.

“You thought I was deliberately keeping us apart?”

“Because if you told me you felt the same, then we’d be together and you’d be happy and you’d die.”

The bitterness had faded from Cas’ eyes, replaced with something that Dean was loath to acknowledge looked a little bit like pity mixed with profound frustration. “So when I came back, you thought there wasn’t anything left to talk about?”

Dean scratched the back of his neck and took another step forward. “Yeah well…What else was there to say? You said you, you know, loved me. And I thought you knew that I, you know…” He trailed off.

“Dean.” Dean had never heard Cas sound so pained just saying his name. “You.” Cas scrubbed at his face. His mouth twitched as he struggled to find words for all the ways Dean had screwed up. Was continuing to screw up.

“The hoops that you jump through to avoid talking about your feelings astound me,” Cas finally said. He dropped his hand with a sigh of defeat, and Dean’s heart sank. This was it. The death rattles of a relationship that hadn’t even really started. Dean never had what he truly wanted, and he never would.

Dean ducked his head, unable to look Cas in the eye. “Right. Yeah. That’s me, alright.” He swallowed around the hard lump in his throat. The long drive back to Kansas was going to be awful.

“Say it,” Cas said softly. His words were a command, but when Dean looked up in surprise, his eyes were pleading. “Please,” he breathed, almost like he didn’t deserve to even ask, and something inside Dean cracked.

“I love you, Cas.” One step, two steps, he crossed the distance between them and threw his arms around Cas’ shoulders, clinging to him the way he wished he could have before the Empty took Cas away. “It’s you, Cas. It can only be you. It’s only been you for years. I promise.”

Cas’ next breath stuttered in his lungs. His arms wound tightly around Dean, desperate. “Dean,” he sighed, this time like a prayer.

“I’m right here, buddy.” Dean held him tightly, the way he should have when he first got Cas back from the Empty. The way Dean wanted to all these months when he thought...Well, when he was an idiot. “You can have me, you know. You already have me.”

Cas pulled back enough to look Dean in the eye. His eyes were glassy. Dean’s didn’t exactly feel dry either. ‘I wonder if I can kiss him,’ Dean thought, milliseconds before Cas did just that.

Cas’ lips were warm against his own, and Dean gasped softly as his hand wound through Cas’ thick hair to cradle the back of his head. His kiss was eager, if not clumsy, and Dean smiled a little as he let Cas take the lead anyway. When they finally pulled apart, Cas’ normally pale lips were flushed pink, and Dean’s soft smile morphed into a huge, affectionate grin.

“Hey,” Dean said, his voice surprisingly husky after a largely innocent kiss.

Cas smiled back. “Hello, Dean,” he said, and Dean couldn’t help it. He laughed. God, how he loved this angel.

“So whadya say, Cas?” Dean said when his laughter quieted. “Ready to get the hell outta Dodge?”

Cas’ hands slid down Dean’s back until they were resting on his hips. “Actually…” His gaze turned wistfully in the direction of the distant beach. “I had a different idea.”

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“You sure this is okay, Cas?”

“Dean…”

“Cuz I mean, I want to respect your boundaries.”

“Dean!”

“And I totally understand if I’m crossing a line here.”

Cas twisted around and gave Dean and his closed bottle of sunscreen a baleful look. Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “If I get sunburned, you can get your own room tonight.”

“You’re probably not even going to sleep anyway,” Dean shot back.

“I’ll sleep just to spite you.” Cas scowled, but Dean could see the corners of his lips twitching playfully. With a rush of affection, Dean shifted so that Cas’ bare back was pressed against his chest and Dean could rest his chin on Cas’ shoulder. Cas went stiff against his body, but it only lasted a second before he practically melted into Dean’s hold. Dean wrapped his arms around him as he watched the waves.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Dean said with a sigh.

“Yes,” Cas breathed, but he wasn’t looking at the sea.

Heat rushed to Dean’s cheeks. He cleared his throat and kept his gaze solidly on the ocean. “You’re such a sap,” he grumbled weakly.

“You’ll get used to it.” Dean could see Cas’ smirk in the corner of his eye. Dean tightened his embrace.

“I dunno if I ever will,” he said quietly, a soft smile on his lips as he finally got to hold his angel.

#starrynightdeancas gift exchange #userstarry #deanwinchesteradjacent #destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #destiel fanfiction #deancas fanfiction #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #castiel #katie writes things #long post

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astra2111 · 2 years

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So, I saw a lotta people (my moots) doing this and I figured I should too.

Alrighty then, this is an intro to my blog.

Heyyo!! My name is Astra. You can call me by any nicknames too. Like Art, or gimme your own nickname.

My pronouns are she/her. Although, your grace and sire works too ;)

I'm a minor. Even though I don't act like one and I swear a lot, I still am a minor.

I'm Indian and desi so don't be surprised if I just start spouting lyrics to Hindi songs sometimes and start ranting about how horribly fucked up CBSE and NCERT are.

Fandoms I'm in:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Harry Potter

MCU-Verse

TVDU-Verse

A lotta other shit that I can't remember

Warning: If you're a pedo, homophobic, transphobic, racist, or just againt the LGBTQ+ community in general, please get the fuck off of my blog, block me, never interact again cuz bish lemme tell you I own knives and I ain't afraid to use 'em.

I post the most random shit. I talk about my life in general (sometimes, mind you).

Now, here is a fair warning to turn back,

WELCOME TO THE SHIT SHOW, IT ONLY GETS WORSE FROM HERE.

@1llalw4ysl0v3y0u @xunxunny @jo-thesmolbi-queen @sahil-ki-kashtiyan @sophiliated @tfischaitea @shydestinykryptonite @relentless-you-survive @the-princess-of-fandoms @booksscienceandmath @everything-is-bluuue @hemlock-the-viper @midtownbucky @mycroft-microsoft @isnt-it-gorgeous @anarchist-therapist @i-am-1142 @andgallifreyfallsagain @weiwuxiankinnie @nymphadorathebubba @lemongrass404 @fanfic-n-stuff @gayassperson @sanjanas-blogs @nomynamedoesnothaveay @sassychaostrash @simpingforwillsolace @ambrosia-and-nectar @xx0yeet-everything0xx @deepestpersonspyknight @thequeenofthesheep @galaxylightmoon @biracialpercy @this-is-it-its-tea-time @chibichococloud123 @percicosimp @justonemorechapternicercy @that-percico-bitch @ialmostdonothingnew @does-the-pain-ever-stop @tenebrislowkey @i-cry-over-fanfics @nerdyfuntheorist @ravenclawavengerx @cool-way-to-die @justtryingtosurviveinthepresent @thelastfunctioningbraincell @caffeined-frog

(im sorry for wasting your time but I need to have a list of my moots cuz im lazy and i dont wanna make it every time)

#my intro #astra talks #get to know me lmao #ft. my moots<33

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goldenlandfiascos · 7 years

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ep1 goes by pretty fast after the 2nd twilight tbh

#em&ems rereads umineko #umineko #umineko no naku koro ni #i'm being a fool again and taking a bunch of screenshots without uploading some of them first #one of you better be on your way to hit me with a chessboard #lol anyway it really does go by pretty fast the only reason i'm not further than i am is because i'm out in the living room #hanging out with my sister as she plays fire emblem radiant dawn while i'm reading it #i kind of want coffee but she asked me to make her some earlier but i was like 'nah' but now if i make some for myself #she'll be all 'wtf ems' and i'll be like 'you should've made your own damn coffee' and she'll be 'i was playing battles'#and then i'll shoot back 'and i was reading murder!'#and the reason this is such a problem is because we drink different strength coffee so i can't just make a pot for both of us #she likes her coffee strong and i'm a fucking weak bitch so we never agree on our caffeine #my posts

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sery-chan-13 · 3 years

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Boredom, much like toxic people, can get the fuck out of my life. Anywho, here's some fluffy things that I personally think would happen with you being Niragi's before the games happened

Warnings: language and kind of? Suggestive content

- Late night drives because his job keeps him till late, and if you're still up, neither of you can go to sleep? You're going for a drive.

- Him getting home super late, and seeing you asleep, so he just curls up next to you on the bed, trying not to wake you up

- now, if you fall asleep on the couch, he'll wake you up, because he knows he doesn't have the strength to carry another human being up the stairs. Doesn't want to drop you. Again. (You don't talk about it)

- When he has off of work, he takes you anywhere and everywhere. It's his way of saying "I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I really love you, you mean the absolute world to me'' to cheesy for him? Ok, sorry, um... oops :')

- Did someone say caffeine addiction?

- There's always fresh coffee for you every morning when you wake up if you're not up at the same time

- If he gets home and you're still up, he's like "I'm the only insomniatic bitch in this house hold, what the fuck?"

- gamer rage. I promise you, if you're not used to excessive swearing, you will be.

- given that, if he finds the time to play games, he will forget about giving you attention until you have to physically crawl onto his lap. Or maybe he does it on purpose so you sit on his lap?

- couch cuddles

- if you ever have to bring him something he forgot at home to work, you will be surprised at how messy his office is.

- Has contacts, but will still wear his glasses occasionally, and if you don't know, coming home to him sitting in a chair, reading something, or playing a game with his glasses on, is very much attractive. But, that's your little secret.

- when his hair started getting longer, you always offered to style it for him. It was so relaxing he fell asleep a couple times

- Sometimes gets home late, and will stay up doing work. It got to the point he didn't sleep for a whole week. Like, you had to drag him to bed.

- you know those cute couples that will bake cookies at 3 in the morning with music and dance in the kitchen, watch horror movies the whole night, laughing instead of screaming? Yeah, that's your guy's aesthetic

- If he has to work late, and you had something planned, he feels horrible, but will call you to tell you. He does promise to make it up to you though. Interpret that as you will.

- You guys know the song work from home by fifth harmony? Yeah, you've definitely used that song in many of your playlists, or even just gotten caught dancing in the kitchen to it.

- Do you steal his work shirts and or hoodies? No. You don't steal them. You're a relationship. Half and half. 50/50. What's his is yours, what's yours is his- ok, ok, fine, maybe you do steal them.

- Says the most random shit in the most awkward times. Like, you two will be arguing about something (no relationship is perfect, and everyone argues. As long as you two come to a conclusion, and are mature about it, there should be no problems!) And he'll just go, "And I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I-" "What? Finish your sentence." "I think that's an inside thought right now." "No, no. Please. Enlighten me." "Fine. I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I can't help imagining you screaming for different reasons." "You horny bastard..." "You still love me for it though." "Why we're we even arguing?" "I dunno."

- His inability to keep his thoughts to himself has saved his ass in that situation and many many more

- Another thing he can't keep to himself? Can't keep his hands to himself in public. It's just... he can't. What if guys stare at you, and don't assume he's your boyfriend? How will he be able to show you're his without having to say it?

- Anyone else see him as the type to love seeing his lover in cosplay, because 'wow, that's so cool!' And he might want to do it himself, but won't out of embarrassment. But will support you

- you two got matching tattoos later in the relationship, seeing that it was getting serious. It wasn't anything bad either. You two either got the ones where they said some lyrics to your favorite songs or a quote from a book or game. Example would be yours saying "Ready Fred?" And his saying "Ready George." Or yours saying(one of my favorite songs, so it's like... kind of sad, but besides the point) "Can you blame me for and his saying "Wanting a little more of you?" Ooh, or or or, "You're the only friend I need, Share regrets like little kids, we'll laugh until our ribs get tired" and his saying the same thing, because it repeats itself in that part? I don't know, I'm dumb, but that is currently my favorite song, and yeah-

- Waffles over pancakes. That wasn't one of the headcanons, but yeah

- Has made a fake gun out of monster cans. Maybe you influenced him into it. But you'll never tell

- Sometimes, he'll be playing games, and you just stare... at his hands... just ... clicking away at buttons... my adhd would be like "ooh, buttons! Ooh... clicky sound...' and regress from there

- you two either got: a pit bull(cuties^_^), snakes, or dobermans. Here's I think these would go:

The pit bull is a sweetheart. If it was a girl, you guys named her something that meant sugar/candy. If it was a boy, let's be honest, Niragi probably named him after a character from a game. You agreed to it. The cutest thing in the world! Has a nest of blankets and pillows, and has a habit of gently picking them up, and dragging them to you or Niragi.

Ok, the snakes was a thing you both had planned for a while? Like... he probably did so much research. Now, if you are a Potterhead, you might name it after a slytherin.

The dobermans. Yeah, you got two. They're names would either be Artemis and Apollo or Aries and Athena. (Or other, those are just what I think!) They're really sweet and nice dogs, but have also been trained to protect you by your oh so loving boyfriend. So, gods forbid you're in the situation where you need help, the words 'Sick em' or 'Protect' will be enough. But they're good dogs, and legitimately big cuddle bugs.

Ok. I'm good now. How was your day? Good I hope? Please remember these are my personal headcanons of him BEFORE the borderlands. Don't kill me please

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #headcanons #its ooc but i dont really mind... for now #kind of cute #fluff #please its 1 in the morning and my mind is filled with fluff for this man

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seattlesea · 3 years

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Songs I Listen to While Writing Sorted by Genre/Type of Scene

(Some songs will be in more than one category)

Romance Scenes- we fell in love in october by girl in red Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan Fool by Cavetown Call Me by 90sFlav Girls by girl in red 3AM by Finding Hope Dream Girl by Anna of the North Stay by Zedd & Alessia Cara Somebody To Tell Me by Tyler Glenn Secrets by One Republic Paris by The Chainsmokers Safe and Sound by Capital Cities Wild Heart by Bleachers A Thousand Years by Christina Perri Fire on Fire by Sam Smith Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab She Looks So Perfect by 5 Seconds of Summer Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy Trade Mistakes by Panic! At The Disco When the Day Met the Night by Panic! At The Disco Moral of the Story by Ashe We Can’t Be Friends by Dream Koala Public Making Out Is Like Ugh by DNE Moon River by Audrey Hepburn Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens Alewife by Clairo Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko Futile Devices (Doveman Remix) by Sufjan Stevens Midnight Love by girl in red

Calm Scenes- Call Me by 90sFlav 5:32 by The Deli Crush by Esthie Coffee Breath by Sofia Mills Santa Monica Dream by Angus & Julia Stone Fool by Cavetown Golden Hour by Jonathon Morali Crosses by José González Death Bed by Powfu (Beat Only) 3AM by Finding Hope Waterloo Sunset by The Kinks Shy Girl by Kedam Counting Stars by One Republic Kaleidoscope Eyes by Panic! At The Disco She Had The World by Panic! At The Disco This Is Home by Cavetown Lua by Bright Eyes Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood Bedroom by Litany FLAMIN HOT CHEETOS by Clairo Will She Come Back by girl in red To All Of You by Syd Matters

Sad/Emotional Scenes- Obstacles by Syd Matters Runaway by Aurora Cancer by My Chemical Romance Unsteady by X Ambassadors State of Dreaming by MARINA Raquel y Sergio Juntos by Ivan M. Lacamera Coming Home by Falling in Reverse Spanish Sahara by Foals I’m Bad at Life by Falling in Reverse 7 Years by Lukas Graham Lost It All by Black Veil Brides Teen Idle by MARINA Hall of Fame by The Script Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish 21 Guns by Green Day Pirate Love Song by Black Heart Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance Helena (So Long and Goodnight) by My Chemical Romance Famous Last Words by My Chemical Romance I Don’t Love You by My Chemical Romance The Ghost of You by My Chemical Romance Bishop Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy Indomitable by Casey Lee Williams The End of All Things by Panic! At The Disco Always by Panic! At The Disco Impossible Year by Panic! At The Disco Dying in LA by Panic! At The Disco Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco Moral of the Story by Ashe Reason to Stay by Sody Anchor by Novo Amor Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde Mt. Washington by Local Natives Mountains by Message To Bears

Action/Fight Scenes- Finish Line by Skillet I Ran (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens Another One Bites The Dust (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens Back From the Dead by Skillet Never Give In by Black Veil Brides The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy DESTROYA by My Chemical Romance Warriors by Imagine Dragons Bella Ciao by Manu Pilas What’s Up Danger by Blackway & Black Caviar The Resistance by Skillet Feel Invincible by Skillet In The End by Black Veil Brides Days Are Numbered by Black Veil Brides Fallen Angels by Black Veil Brides Caffeine by Casey Lee Williams This Will Be The Day by Casey Lee Williams 300 Violin Orchestra by Jorge Quintero Radioactive by Imagine Dragons Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons Silent Running (Epic Trailer Version) by Hidden Citizens I’d Love to Change the World (Matstubs Remix) by Jetta Tommy’s Theme by NOISIA The Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance Mama by My Chemical Romance My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘Em Up) by Fall Out Boy The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy

Happy/Fun Scenes- Tongue Tied by Grouplove Bang! by AJR 100 Bad Days by AJR Wasted by Tiësto 3 Nights by Dominic Fike City in a Garden by Fall Out Boy I Took a Pill in Ibiza (SeeB Remix) by Mike Posner Safe and Sound by Capital Cities Collar Full by Panic! At The Disco Ahead By a Century by The Tragically Hip American Idiot by Green Day Superhero by The Script Wild Things by Alessia Cara Here’s To Never Growing Up by Avril Lavigne Do It All The Time by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me Burn by Ellie Goulding Move To Miami by Enrique Iglesias & Pitbull Mad Hatter by Melanie Martinez King of the World by Young Rising Sons Bulletproof Heart by My Chemical Romance Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy Where Did The Party Go by Fall Out Boy Sunshine Riptide by Fall Out Boy Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) by Fall Out Boy Time To Dance by Panic! At The Disco Crazy=Genius by Panic! At The Disco The Overpass by Panic! At The Disco Roaring 20s by Panic! At The Disco Victorious by Panic! At The Disco LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time by Panic! At The Disco Something Good by alt-j Hollywood by MARINA

Badass/Dark Scenes- Pretty Waste by Bones UK Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA Born For This by The Score Kings & Queens by Ava Max Castle by Halsey Caffeine by Casey Lee Williams Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless Joan of Arc by In This Moment Believer by Imagine Dragons Sand Storm by Apashe you should see me in a crown by Billie Eilish Power & Control by MARINA Fancy by Iggy Azalea Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift Empire of Our Own by RAIGN Revolution by Unsecret & Ruelle Unstoppable by The Score Control by Halsey Gasoline by Halsey Tag, You’re It by Melanie Martinez Up In The Air by Thirty Seconds To Mars So What by P!NK Do It Like A Dude by Jessie J Ready For It? by Taylor Swift Teenagers by My Chemical Romance Centuries by Fall Out Boy I Don’t Care by Fall Out Boy Rat a Tat by Fall Out Boy Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea by Fall Out Boy Champion by Fall Out Boy Thnks fr the Mmrs by Fall Out Boy One Thing by Casey Lee Williams I May Fall by Casey Lee Williams This Life Is Mine by Casey Lee Williams Let’s Kill Tonight by Panic! At The Disco Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! At The Disco The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty by Panic! At The Disco Mount Everest by Labrinth Legendary by Skillet Homewrecker by MARINA Modern Day Cain by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

That One Vibin’ Scene- When I RIP by Labrinth Sweatin’ Somethin’ Awful by Okey Dokey Wasted by Tiësto Leave Me Alone by I Don’t Know How But They Found Me Piano Fire by Sparklehorse Blinding Lights by The Weeknd Good News by Ocean Park Standoff Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s East of Eden by Zella Day Hazy Shade of Winter by The Bangles (or the Gerard Way cover) 5:15 by Bridgit Mendler Here by Alessia Cara Joan of Arc by In This Moment Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale Cool For a Second by Yumi Zouma Counting Stars by One Republic Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood Ho Hey by The Lumineers We Can’t Be Friends by Dream Koala Public Making Out Is Like Ugh by DNE Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde North by Sleeping at Last 400 Lux by Lorde No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys Still Don’t Know My Name by Labrinth Primadonna by MARINA dontmakemefallinlove by Cuco

That ‘Holy Shit I Can’t Believe That Just Happened’ Scene- All For Us by Labrinth (or the Zendaya version) Raquel y Sergio Juntos by Ivan M. Lacamera Forever by Labrinth Coming Home by Falling in Reverse Superheroes by Falling in Reverse (also works really well for cliffhanger-ending scenes) Carry On by Falling in Reverse The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks (if you don’t like country music, listen to the All That Remains cover) Zombie by The Cranberries Obstacles by Syd Matters Glory and Gore by Lorde Empire of Our Own by RAIGN When It’s All Over by RAIGN Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap

The Cinematic Teen Experience Scene- Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons Midnight City by M83 Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush (Meg Myers’ cover does better with the category though) Good News by Ocean Park Standoff Circles by Post Malone Rollercoaster by Bleachers Bad Idea! by girl in red Mr. Brightside by The Killers Fireflies by Owl City Undercover Martyn by Two Door Cinema Club Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings The Kids From Yesterday by My Chemical Romance I’m Not Okay by My Chemical Romance Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy Tip Toe by Imagine Dragons Someone To You by Banners Gone Gone Gone by Phillip Phillips Make You Mine by PUBLIC Out of my League by Fitz and The Tantrums Perks of Being a Sunflower by Soft Glas A World Alone by Lorde Wetsuit by The Vaccines Bored to Death by blink-182 There’s a Place by The All-American Rejects 18 by Anabor Mother by Smallpools Tompkins Square Park by Mumford and Sons 400 Lux by Lorde The Horse by Beach Fossils Ribs by Lorde Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow Hot Rod by Dayglow Marlboro Nights by Lonely God Under Stars by Aurora Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap Do Not Wat by Wallows Cold Cold Man by Saint Motel Forget Her by girl in red Buzzcut Season by Lorde A World Alone by Lorde Time to Pretend by MGMT Kids by MGMT Bags by Clairo My Tears Are Becoming a Sea by M83 Talia by King Princess (or the girl in red cover) Maybe by girl in red

And yeah that’s all I have for now. If you want any other categories just ask cause I’ll probably make a part two anyways.

#writing #author #songs #music #vibes #the songs i listen to are so specific #they have to be the exact song during the exact scene #its crazy #writer

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Hi! 💋 What about a nsfw w/ bakugou where it’s Valentine’s & (quirkless) reader makes chocolates and leaves them at his work. However she forgets to leave her name so he throws them away thinking it’s from someone else. He tells her about the “anon” valentine and insults the gift.(Trying to show off his loyalty, the egoist). She cries and he,confused, goes to comfort her. When things get spicy he finds another gift under her dress. Bonus for 💕 lingerie & toys 🌹 rough Baku / quirk use 🍓cum.

Hello anon, HERE IS THE FINAL DAY OF THE EVENT. thank you to everyone who submitted. I may have energy for more I may not it really depends on my spastic ass. ENJOY!

Finally, after countless hours in the kitchen, it was done.

You step back admiring your work, the homemade box of chocolates has your own heart soaring, especially after you crafted your own molds. Intricate roses, peonies, and petunias stare back at you, petals painted in soft pastels of chocolates while the rest of the delicate square is either dark or all white chocolate.

This was one of the many times you were thankful your husband told you to stay home to work on your dream.

Your dream to be a test kitchen, to sell recipies, molds and chocolates. All sorts of things.

And it was helpful that your man was also willing to be your test subject most of the time. Today being Valentine's day was a bonus. You remove your apron, hanging it up by the kitchen door excitement thrumming through your blood as you smooth down his favorite dress you own.

The train ride seems to drag on for forever despite being only fifteen minutes away from the ominous building that scrapes the sky above you. Separating clouds as you spy his office window near the top floor.

"Stay out of my office got it?" His voice bites out to his secretary who is wearing an obnoxiously hoeish outfit. Bright red skin tight with a heart cut out over her breasts. Bakugou is annoyed with her normally what with her overly flirty behavior but is especially agitating today when he just wants to he home with you.

"Oh Bakugou-sama are you stepping to lunch. I could accompany..." Before she can even finish he looks over his shoulder with a deadly glare. So much so the flowers on your desk seem to wilt.

"No." A nasty bite before he angrily shoves popping hands in his pockets taking the stairs down in attempt to loosen his aching legs. He had been sitting at his office desk for far too long.

Just as the heavy door slams shut you step out of the elevator. Chocolates neatly placed in a white box with a cellophane window to display your hours upon hours of work.

"Ah Ai, you look lovely today." You smile, admiring her outfit as you walk towards your husband's office. She gives you a once over with cold judging eyes.

You either do not notice or do not care as you walk past her desk.

"Oh Bakugou-sama stepped out for lunch. You just missed him." She smiles cruelly only to be met by your obnoxiously bright smile that she hates.

"Perfect. Then he will come back to a surprise." You wink slipping through the door.

You notice a lot of flowers and chocolate in the trash can of his office as you make way to his desk. You make a silent reminder to yourself to lightly scold the hero.

He should at least wait a day, or hell give back out some of the stuff he recieved.

Still you neatly placed the box on his keyboard so he was sure to see it.

"Y/N? Have you had coffee yet? I've made you a mug to go." Ai pokes her head in with the paper cup in hand. You smile warmly at her, oblivious to her animosity as you grab on to the paper cup with joy.

You desperately needed caffeine. You greedily gulp at the warm liquid after saying your good byes as you headed home.

You dig through your purse for your keys to the front door spying a small pink envelop, eyes widening a bit.

"Shoot I forgot the card." You curse yourself. "Ah well I'm sure he'll know they're from me."

You set your purse on the entry table and notice a giant stuffed animal and dozens and dozens of roses on the dining room table.

A small note in his boyish handwriting sits by the vases.

*"Guess I just missed you babe. See you tonight."*

You smile until your cheeks hurt.

Hours pass as you soon begin to make the dinner of his dreams. Half way cleaning away your mess and neatly stacking chocolate orders for White day.

Bakugou alerts you that he is home by groaning at the door, slipping off his ever present combat boots.

"Smells good babe." He says wrapping strong arms around your waist, kissing on your neck.

"Mmhmmm." You hum, impatiently waiting for him to tell you how the chocolate was, "How was your day?"

"Ugh long. This holiday sucks." He kisses your throat again, "No offense babe."

You roll your eyes. For someone who thinks the holiday sucks he sure went out of his way to buy every last rose at the floral shop.

"It's just an excuse for people to buy shit and bother the fuck out if me with it." His voice darkens with agitation before he scoffs, "Like I came back to lunch to the shittiest chocolate I've ever seen. Little bitch flowers all painted and shit from some fucking random."

Your heart speeds in your chest as he continues.

"Left 'em right on my fucking keyboard as if they were more important than work." You turn to shove him off of you then. Tears streaming down your red cheeks as he blinks furiously. For the life of him he cannot tell why in the fuck you're crying.

"Baby what's wrong..." Scarlet eyes notice the molds first, how their art is vaguely familar, little white boxes stacked on the far counter. Then he notices the apron he got you is stained with colors of pinks, whites and browns.

It is then he realized that he fucked up.

"Oh baby...." He damns himself for being so callous.

"What did you do with them?!" Your voice cracks, trying hard to sound enraged but it falls flat. He bites his lip, hands smoothing over your forearms.

"I...I'm sorry. I had a skewed vision on your chocolate. I thought they were from the hoe who sits outside my office." He says quickly, "Had I known...I would have loved them. I really thought it was Ai trying to make an advance on me..."

He wipes the tears from your face, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

"You probably slaved over them all day, probably made my favorite spicy chocolate you make and I was an asshole and just trashed them...In trying to be loyal to you I hurt you..." His voice is feather soft as is his kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks and lips. He notices your dress beneath the apron that he removes slowly face contorting to lust as he drops the cloth to the floor.

He leans in slowly, running his teeth and tongue against your throat to which you moan.

"Bakugoooo." He loves the way you drag out his name, popping hands slip the zipper down your delicate back, "I..I'm still mad..."

"You don't sound mad." He says too cocky for his own good, "Isnt this helping?"

He pulls the dress to the floor, leaving you in nothing but black heels, a lace bra with little red bows in the middle and black lacy underwear. He turns you growling as he does, when he sees a matching red bow over your ass he leans down to bite a cheek.

You lightly yelp before he pushes you against the dining room table in the kitchen. Sloshing the flower water onto the set table.

"B..but dinner..." You groan as he massages you, untying the bows on your bra to slip his fingers over your nipples.

"Fuck dinner. I'm skipping to dessert." His voice is deadly as his popping back indicates his excitement, as does the hard thing in his dress pants that presses against your ass as he bites your shoulders. His words have your head floating as his finger nails scrape down your back before grabbing onto your hips tightly giving a playful thrust that causes a small moan.

Just the promise of what he is about to give has your core molten and he can tell as he pulls back. Hands slipping over slick thighs, spreading them apart.

He pulls down your underwear all the way down and when a butt plug is revealed to him he groans.

"Fuuuuck." He growls, watching you contract before he slides a finger up and down your sex, "So wet already."

"J...just for you." You pant when he reaches your needy clit, massaging it roughly setting a fast pace that threatens to have you screaming in a matter of moments. He watches you buck and squirm with a wolfish grin. He removes his hand earning a small whimper before he drops to his knees.

You are the only person he would fall to his knees for with out any sort of hesitation as his pink tongue lazily laps at your sex. Hands spreading your ass cheeks to get better access. His tongue runs stripes up your pussy, that clenches tightly with every swipe.

He laps at your core before placing his lips over your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"You must love being devoured by a wolf huh my needy lamb?"

You cry out as he continues to make a meal of you, your fingers tweaking your nipples for added stimulation.

"I...I'm clooooose." You whine as he moves his face away from your clit to plunge into your core a few times with a pointed tongue. Lapping all that he can.

"Good. Now cum on Sir's face." He growls, mouth back to your swollen clit, sucking harshly, grazing teeth and steady broad tongue has heat swelling in your chest, a light buzz in your head before it all goes quiet.

And like a sprung trap you cry out, convulsing as you ride out your high only for him to press further. Overstimulating you for another agonizingly blissful ten minutes as you lose count of how many times you've cum.

He slows to a loving pace before his fingers slide over your clit as he stands. You pant, tears forming in your eyes from an exhausted body and mind as your body slowly turns limp. Head swimming on an unseen high that has Bakugou smiling down at you, wiping your sweetness from his mouth with his sleeve.

"I'm not done with you yet, love." He says making quirk work of turning his belt into an impromptu set of handcuffs. He tightens them around your wrists giving them a tight tug. You jerk up some to which he slaps your ass.

"You okay bunty?" You nod unable to form words as he removes his pants. Stealing some of your slick to stroke himself with. He half wishes to keep you this way all night. Tied up, thighs soaked, fucked out with some drool falling from your lips.

The thought alone has him lust hungry and wanting to paint your back in the nicest of white.

Instead he finds himself teasing your clit again until you moan his name is a scream begging him to fuck you.

Your clenching cunt confirms your wishes before he plunges in busting his hips against yours as you finish your last high.

You pant beneath him, core gripping onto his length over and over that has him hungry to pull it from you again. One hand holds onto your belted hands while the other has a bruising grip on your hips. Your face is pressed agaisnt the table as are your breasts. He sets a brutal pace, pulling all the way out to his tip before plunging himself again, slamming against you with deadly precision. He pulls your arms closer to him, causing your upper body to come up some. Your nipples drag agaisnt the rough fabric of the dining table cloth earning an echoing moan.

"Fuck." He snaps, hand leaving your hip to slap your ass harshly, thrusting again and again, "You always take me so well. Your cunt is so needy for me."

He rut begins to turn sloppy and bruising as he bottoms out into you, now pushing your harshly on your back pressing you agaisnt the table. Thrusting hard enough that vases of flowers begin to knock over but that is the least of your worries.

Heat pools down your legs and in your stomach as you feel him twitch. Sending you to another high, loving nothing more than the thought to cause him to act to wild. So rough as he loses himself with popping hands that sting but never burn as his hands grip your skin. Your voice comes out in hoarse moans as you flex your pelvic muscles causing a moan to come from Bakugou. Another thrust over your sensitive g spot has you spiralling. Screaming again as he let's out a giant explosion from his back groaning as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with hot seed. Sputtering until he stills, both of you panting, he removes the belt from your wrists, rubbing at the redness before carefully pushing them back to a more natural angle.

"I lo..." But the smoke alarm drowns him out, dinner burning on the stove. He waves his shirt over head to displace some of the billowing smoke as you remove the pan. Almost dropping it using too limp hands. He supports you, moving the pan and you to the sink. Warming a rag that he wipes you down with before kissing your neck.

"I love you." He murmurs into your throat and you smile, pulling him into your plush and bruised breasts.

"I love you too." You sing happily before he pushes out of your hug to give you a kiss and a cocky grin, he snatches you and a box of chocolate up as he carries you to the couch. He places the box into your hands before setting you to sit on top of him. He holds his mouth open, tongue outstretched that has you thinking of it against you moments ago.

"I'm dying for that chocolate baby." He says again, eyes twinkling happier than anything that you forgave him for being a big dumbass.

Next valentines day he won't throw away a single chocolate.

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explosive-friends · 3 years

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*The camera was nothing but static, a voice laced with a thick Russian accent muttered and swore as they tried to fix it, finally it worked and they stepped back and into frame* "Hello. I'm Svetlana. It's a Russian name. Don't ask. Anyways I'm here to answer your dumb questions. Just don't fucking tell Xander I'm here."

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*a small child carrying a camera of some sort ducked into an alleyway before turning the camera to himself.* "uhm, hi! I'm Patch! I'm kinda on the run so uh..I may not be able to answer all questions but I'll do my best!"

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*they kicked the camera and it flickered to life* "Aye, what's up. The name's Null. Ask me shit ig."

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*the camera flickered to life* "Sup fuckers?! The name's Xander! Y'all don't get to know much about me. I'm too cool for you to ever understand! Oh uh and if you meet someone named Svetlana, tell 'em I said hi"

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*three ghostly figures waved at the camera.*

"Hello!"

"Hi!"

"What's up?"

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Muse info:

Name: Svetlana

Age: 23

Height: 8'2"

Personality: agressive

Likes: coffee, fire, their hat, hugs

Dislikes: Literally everyone, being touched, death, their eyes

Speaks like "this"

Name: Patch

Age: 13

Height: 5'3"

Personality: very timid

Likes:???

Dislikes: the bad people

Speaks like "this"

Name: Null

Age: ???

Height: 9'5"

Personality: snarky little bitch, pretty chill, will bite if ya get too close

Likes: food, art, soda, caffeine, friends, writing, knives

Dislikes: homophobes, transphobes, bullies, people touching their fuse

Speaks like "this"

Name: Xander (real name unknown)

Age: 21

Height: 7'10"

Personality: snarky and quick to react. You snap at him he snaps right back.

Likes: his guitar, singing, his band, alchohol, smoking

Dislikes: driving, people asking him to sing, people touching him without permission.

Speaks like "this"

Name: ??? (Often called Silver)

Age: 20 (dead)

Height: 7'5"

Personality: chill

Likes: drums, her band, shing objects, animals, music, art

Dislikes: seeing Xander upset, seeing people hurt, animal cruelty, bullies.

Speaks like "this"

Name: ??? (Often called Blue)

Age: 21 (dead)

Height: 8'2"

Personality: he seems agressive but is actually just a big softie

Likes: his bass, his band, collecting things

Dislikes: cars in general, people making fun of him, people who hate other people for things they can't control

Speaks like "this"

Name: ??? (Often called Rose or Maroon)

Age: 22 (dead)

Height: 7'1

Personality: quiet and reserved until they get on stage

Likes: singing, their band, hair dye, bright colors

Dislikes: violence, the smell of bleach, the smell of hand sanitizer or hospital rooms, people fucking with Xander, jerks.

Speaks like "this"

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Mod info

Name: nyx

Age: minor

Gender: nonbinary

Pronouns: they/them/void/voids

Sexuality: pan

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sleekervae · 3 years

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The Neighbour [0.3]

Something was irrevocably different with Remington; Emerson picked it off right away. On an early Tuesday afternoon, with the air thick and humid and the sun beating down like a plague (no pun intended), Remington was fussing over himself more than usual. He had changed out of four or five different outfits, playing with his hair, and was it appropriate for him to wear makeup? Eva hadn't seen him with it on, yet. No, it was probably best to keep it casual for now. Then again, he had a fantastic highlight that worked absolute magic under the sun...

It was around eleven thirty when Remington finally came down, dressed down but still presentable in a simple pair of ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt. Emerson and Shy were sat on the couch as they watched Netflix, Pepper situated between them. Remington stopped short when he saw the pair cuddled up on the couch, he smiled deviously.

"Eugh! You guys are so flippin' cute it's gross!" he gushed, putting on his diva voice.

Shy chuckled softly, "Hi Rem,"

Emerson's attention diverted to his older brother, intrigued to see him all ready to go out somewhere.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Coffee with Eva," Remington replied simply.

"The neighbour with the cat?" Shy said.

"Yeah," Remington nodded, "Emerson tell you she gave us a loaf of bread last week?"

"He did," she smiled, "Poor thing, I felt for her. She looked so flustered at the pool,"

"Well, moving is a bitch already. Throw in Covid 19 and you got a real thorn in the ass," Emerson said, then turning back to his brother, "You gonna' be social distancing?"

"We're going to drink our coffee and walk around in the park," Remington replied, "She works from home anyway,"

"So, who asked who for the coffee?" Emerson asked.

Remington shrugged, stopping at the hallway mirror to fix his hair again, "She brought up how she hasn't had a chance to get around the neighbourhood, so I offered, she accepted. She has our vinyl too,"

"Which one?" Emerson asked.

"Boom Boom Room,"

"Side A or B?"

"A,"

"I'd approve either way,"

Shy couldn't help but subconsciouly squeeze Emerson's arm, a glimmer of excitement bursting behind her eyes, "So, she's a fan, too?"

"Took her a minute to figure it out. Didn't even bring up Em or Seb, so clearly she pays more attention to me," the blonde smirked.

Emerson glowered at his brother, "Yeah, yeah, go for your cup of fuck-off-ee," he grumbled.

Across the street, with her room strewn in discarded clothes that just didn't make the cut, Eva finally felt confident standing in her denim skirt and black tee. On any other day she'd have paired the ensemble with her pleather jacket, but it was too damn hot out. Even with the window letting in a cool breeze, the air was uncomfortably humid. What did she expect when moving from the Emerald City to Los Angeles?

Eva made sure to close and latch the window shut before she left, not eager for Pluto to go off on another reign of terror. Stopping to grab a fresh face mask, her phone suddenly began to vibrate in her purse. She figured it might have been Remington sending her a text, but the screen flashed to the Blocked Caller ID. Eva rolled her eyes and denied the call.

Stepping out into the humidity, Eva waved her hand over her face as she stepped out of the complex courtyard, just at the same time Remington was locking the door to his house. As soon as she caught his eye, he was all smiles.

She was glad to see him; a little relieved, even. He looked cool, cool enough to appear on some grungy magazine cover. All he needed to complete the look was a cigarette and maybe a skateboard, too. The messy blonde hair, the glimmer in his eyes brought back the warmth she associated with his presence and as she came to meet him at his car, his spicy cologne danced up her nose and imprinted itself in her olfactory memory.

Remington had never been more wary of how his hands shook, his left hand he stuffed into his jean pocket and the right he gripped his car keys with a vice-esque grip. He found himself mesmerized briefly by the fit of her skirt, her black t-shirt tucked in smoothly but not too tight to over expose her figure, but just enough to give Remington an idea. Her short brown hair fell delicately over her face, one side pushed back behind her ears and exposing her stormy blue eyes to the sunshine. She was the embodiment of innocence and grunge wrapped into a perfect five-foot-six package.

"Glad you didn't stand me up," he grinned.

"Well, I kind of happen to live right over there," she drawled, pointing to her balcony, "It'd be kind of awkward and hard to hide if I tried,"

"You look really nice," he nodded after a brief moment.

"So do you," she agreed with confidence, "Where we off to?"

There was a forested park not far from where they lived. Despite the pandemic, the fields were filled with older kids playing games of soccer and basketball, there were vendors out trying to sell their ice cream, a couple girls were scattered across the grass and sunbathing. It almost all seemed so normal, if not for the fact that the kid's jungle gym had been fenced off so no child could climb upon it.

The pair walked side-by-side, him with his iced black coffee and her with a green tea frapp -- no whipping cream. The gravel path they walked was shaded by a canopy of lush green trees, providing some relief from the hammering heat. Remington kept his gaze locked on her, worried to miss a moment where she'd crack a smile or briefly run her tongue over her lips. Her fingers appeared so dainty yet he could spot the small calluses at the middle joint of her thumb, and some paper cuts on her middle and index fingers.

"So, how does a ghostwriter get hired?" Remington asked, "Do you just openly advertise 'hey! If you're a lazy author, come hire me'?"

"No," Eva shook her head with a giggle, "I used to write articles for the newsletter at my college, and then a friend of mine forwarded me an email about a client who was looking for a ghostwriter. I didn't know much about it but the money was pretty good. It was a grant application for requesting financial aid for survivors of residential schools,"

"Sounds depressing," Remington said.

"It was pretty heavy shit," Eva admitted, "But, I did get fifteen-hundred for a six page application. Well worth it, I'd say,"

Remington blew an impressed whistle, "So you make pretty good money off of this?"

"Let's just say my student debt has decreased significantly since I took up the profession," and she took a brief sip of her drink.

"You ever publish anything under your own name?" he asked, "Eva Kuznetsov is a cute pen name. Evelina sounds more mature, though..."

Eva shrugged, "I think about it sometimes... but it's just easier to write under someone else's name and let them have all the glory. Say, if they happen to do something stupid to forever tarnish their career, that won't come back to bite me in the ass,"

Remington smirked, "Like a particular fantasy author who's made some pretty heavy comments concerning the trans community?"

"Let's not even talk about that, my heart still breaks when I think about it," Eva sighed, "To answer your question, however, if I got confident enough I may try to publish something in the future,"

"What else do you like to write?"

Eva opened her mouth but closed it quickly, pressing together her petunia pink lips as she visibly swallowed whatever words were about to pass through them. When she looked up at Remington again, his brown eyes dark like soaked coffee grinds that sent her into a caffeinated headrush. What would he think if she actually told him...

"I write poems, some short stories," she somewhat lied.

Remington's smile grew wider, mischief glimmering over his face like light beams reflecting over windchimes in a saturated dusk, "You hesitated just now," he spoke curiously, "What else do you write?"

Eva glanced down at the ground, a nervous giggle bubbling out and knocking the air out of her lungs, "Okay listen, don't judge me, it's just a hobby of mine,"

"Oh God!" Remington gasped, "Do you write porn?"

Eva laughed again, her pale cheeks flushing in red, "Well... I do happen write some naughty shit... in my fanfictions,"

Remington stopped dead in his tracks, taken aback by her answer. He totally thought she would say something along the lines of erotic fiction on a platform like Literotica. For understandable reasons, he had some mixed emotions about fanfictions.

"What kind of fanfiction?" he asked, somewhat bordering on the third degree.

"... Um..." she glanced at him again, the smirk on his lips compelling more giggles to burst from hers. She pressed her hands together over her nose and mouth, and Remington laughed as well.

"Okay listen, I promise," he put his right hand over his chest, "I promise I will not judge you for whatever smut you write for whoever," he assured her.

"It's not... yeah, I guess it kind of is," Eva chuckled nervously, "I usually write for stuff like Criminal Minds, but more lately I've gotten into writing for Euphoria..." she trailed off, timid as she waited for his response.

"Alright, that's actually not bad," he nodded, "I'll be honest, you didn't strike me as somebody who write fanfics,"

Eva glanced timidly at her scuffed sneakers, kicking up pebbles and dust, "Are fanfic writers supposed to look a certain way?"

"I don't know, actually," he simpered.

"I don't tell a lot of people that I do it, mainly because their first impression is either 'what the fuck' or 'OMG we should collaborate' and I'm just like," she hung her head back, "Nooo!"

"You're more of a soloist then a team player, then?" he teased.

"Let's just say I tend to work better alone," she replied, shrugging her shoulders as though the comment should mean nothing. But Remington found it odd that Eva was out here all on her own, never brought up her friends or family. He didn't see many personal effects in her apartment, neither.

"Is that why you're out here by yourself?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied.

"Well... don't take this the wrong way, but I haven't really seen you with anybody. You don't talk about your friends or your family,"

Eva shrugged again, "They're all back in Seattle. Besides, opportunity was drying up over there and I just wanted a fresh start," she said, "Besides, Pluto's my friend,"

"Well, that's a given," he replied, "Are your parents up in Seattle?"

"My dad is," she nodded, "I don't know what my mom's doing," Remington's silent was her cue to go on, "I um... we haven't really spoken, her and I,"

"You have a falling out?" he asked suddenly.

Eva glared down at the gravel again, "You can call it that. She's a pilot and she's always flying, and so you know, I never really got to see much of her growing up. And then, she suddenly shows up for my college graduation and expects us to be one big happy family, like she has it in her head that she can make up for all the birthdays and shit she's missed. And I just didn't know what to say to her. I don't know who she is, but she's my mom," she glanced up at Remington again, "And I don't know why I'm telling you all of this,"

Remington wasn't bothered by her unloading, it seemed as though Eva needed to get things off her chest more than she realized. Her smile was sardonic and her voice petty like a comedian on stage, putting on the brave 'I don't give a fuck anymore' face.

"I find sometimes it's easier to unload to new people then it is to your friends," he said, "What does your dad do?"

"Chem professor. Which is ironic because I seriously sucked at chemistry," she replied.

"Show me a kid who didn't struggle in chem, honestly," he said, "But do you get along with your dad?"

"For the most part," she chuckled, "He's still confused as to why I choose to write anonymously, but that's his problem. What do your parents do?"

Remington chewed on the inside of his cheek, "My mom's kind of like our manager. Does a lot of production and behind the scenes stuff. And I haven't seen my dad for nearly twenty years,"

Eva was silent for a moment, studying him. He spoke with a firm grin, yet still trying to shadow that flicker of sadness within his face.

"So we both have parental issues... that's nice to know," she put on a teasing grin, "Maybe that's why we make such good friends?"

Remington swallowed thickly, "So, you are indeed confirming we are friends?"

"I am," she smiled, "It'd be nice to have whatever few I can scrape up,"

"That fact that you also live across the street means that you're now stuck with me," Remington grinned with pride.

"True," Eva hummed appreciatively, taking another sip of her drink, "Somehow, I don't think I'll mind, though,"

When Remington drove her home she gave him a sweet and polite goodbye, a hug which made his confident exterior falter for a second long enough for her to witness it through the flush in his cheeks and his lack of response. His words tripped over the length of his tongue when he tried to flush out a proper goodbye and he felt his hands began to quiver again.

And when he went to open his door, he took one last glance. The small brunette turned at the same time and met his gaze, but he was too far away to hear her sharp inhale. And when he finally went inside he fall back against the door, staring into space with the biggest grin he'd had on since... well, he couldn't remember when he last felt so excited.

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