#me: oh god oh fuck who would she go to for help? who would willingly join her??

[veshialles]

planning out Kieshara's "party composition" for this fic and cannot for the life of me decide who the 3rd rogue should be

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Consorts [Part 5]

The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

Summary: When the group chasing you attacks while you're sleeping, you have to make a decision as to save a bleeding out Ghoul.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 <-

a/n: you know I love some good angst

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You woke up to an empty room.

No, he wouldn't...

You practically hop off the bed, fighting to put your clothes on.

Gun shots outside.

You ran through the abandoned house, quickly out the door. You had your gun at the ready. You saw Cooper kneeled down, shooting back and forth with the gunmen who had been chasing you. A new group of them had somehow found you.

"Get back inside!" Cooper waved you away. He was bleeding. They must have caught him off guard, there were so many of them. His blood decorated the dirt below him. He was holding his stomach, pointing his gun with the other.

"There she is! The lady of the hour!" One of the bigger guys cocked a grin at you.

"Fuck!" You rushed over to Cooper. You kneeled on the ground in front of him, your hands holding his face to look at you. He lowered his gun. You felt true emotion for him. You had never seen him this vulnerable. His blood got all over you as you held onto him. Your eyes scanned him looking for the wound that caused all this mess. You wanted to help him the way he had helped you before.

"Don't tell me you've got feelings for that thing!"

You ignored them. "I can handle this, just go back inside," Cooper begged you. You shook your head trying to find your words. You were struck with fear. Real fear. Your heart was racing and your throat was dry. Palms sweating, a small shake on your hands. "You're dying. I can't just leave you out here bleeding out," you grabbed one of his meds from your pocket, forcing him to drink it.

"I hid the rest under the bed," you whispered into his ear. Cooper gripped you with all the strength he had left. "I'm sorry, Cooper," you kissed him on the cheek swiftly.

"Just take me," you stood and held your hands up, "Leave him here and take me."

"No-" Cooper protested, coughing with his exclamation.

You threw your gun towards them, "I'll go with you willingly. Just please leave him here."

Cooper reached out for you, falling over into the dirt directly behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes pleaded with you.

"Why would we do that?"

"Well, doesn't your boss want us alive? You really want to take this guy to him in this condition? I don't think he would approve," you gambled with them. Praying that maybe they were dumb enough to fall for your words.

"Oh shit, I didn't even think of that," the big one scratched his head with the barrel of his gun.

Thank whatever was in the sky.

"Go grab her boys," he gestured towards you. You were manhandled by two of the men, pinning your arms to your back and tying you with some disgusting rope.

"I'll kill all of you fuckers! I swear to God, I will murder you and eat your skin!" Cooper screamed with the little bit of air left in his lungs. The men turned you around to look at him, "Shut the fuck up, freak!" They shouted and spit towards him.

This may be the last time you ever see him...

You mouthed three words to Cooper as the men threw you into the back of a wagon. They stormed off with you. Cooper screamed your name. Him calling for you faded as you traveled away.

You laid flat on the wagon, staring up at the blazing sun.

"You sure are one stupid girl," one of the armed men mocked you.

Another one laughed chiming in, "Seriously! That walking corpse never would have done the same thing for you! He would've turned you in in a heartbeat!"

You knew that was not true. Cooper had the opportunity to turn you in even before you had gotten comfortable again and did not. You knew this was the only way to keep Cooper safe.

You did not know what was in store for you. At least you knew Cooper had a better chance at living now. You closed your eyes reminiscing on your time with Cooper, finding comfort in your memories of him.

~

Cooper watched as they dragged you away from him. Just as soon as he had gotten you back, there you go again.

He struggled to stand to his feet, the liquid you had given him finally kicking in. He stumbled inside the abandoned home, going to the bed that you said you had hidden the rest under.

"What was she thinking," he spoke aloud to himself. He poured the rest of the liquid down his throat. "She's a goddamn idiot! FUCK!" He kicked the glass around the room. He sat down on the mattress you had shared the night before. His hand ran against the fabric, remembering how your body weighed the bed down.

“We were supposed to do this together…” he gripped the bed between his fingers. He could never admit it but he was scared of what they might do to you. Scared he would never get to see you again. Fear was something he had not felt in a long time. His fear brewed inside him turning into anger.

He began planning in his mind how he was going to get you back. There was no question; He was getting you back.

Cooper headed out the abandoned home, picking up your gun they had left behind. He followed the direction they had taken you in.

He was determined. A man on a mission.

~~~

END//Part 5

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[little-diable]

A Losing Game - Professor Aaron Hotchner (Profiling 101 Series, Part 8/?)

Chapter eight, here we go. I hope you enjoy the way this moves into, I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this! Thank y'all for the love on the past chapters! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader enrolls in professor Hotchner's class "Profiling 101", a man she has always looked up to, a man who treats her like an asshole from day one. Will her need for academic validation manage to push the two closer together? Will her bright mind push her into the world of Aaron Hotchner and the BAU team? Will he manage to keep his distance before the world he tries to protect her from can get its grasp on her?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, shower sex, some angst due to the kidnapping, regular CM stuff

Pairing: Professor!Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (2k words)

Profiling 101 Series Masterlist

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine

It took her a while to wake, forcing her eyes to stay shut, not daring to give away her awakened mind should she not be alone. With a quiet exhale leaving (y/n), she tried to focus on her other senses, on what she could feel, smell, and hear. But she was surrounded by complete silence, nothing could be heard, no cars, no beeping sounds that could indicate any machines, not even the sound of somebody breathing.

She felt the hard chair she was sitting on pressing against her aching back, her wrists unable to move due to the tape that was burning into her skin, keeping her glued to the chair. Fuck, panic arose in her system, not being able to move made the whole thing even more complicated, unable to fight off whoever had taken her.

It had been too dark inside the SUV to make out the features of her stalker, only his unfamiliar, deep voice had rang in her ears before he had knocked her out. She hadn’t even gotten any time to struggle, face falling forwards against the dark console, swallowed by the darkness within seconds before Aaron could come rescue her. 

Aaron – oh god, Aaron. (Y/n) knew that he’d blame himself for letting her out of his sight, leaving her side for just a minute too long. Had he seen her stalker drive the car away from the BAU? Or had he thought that she had driven off on her own? No, he knew what had happened, they were already looking for her – they had to be. 

Chills ran down her spine, a sensation so strong, (y/n) could no longer keep her eyes closed. She had to blink a few times to adjust to her dark surroundings. The room was small, looking like a prison cell, with only her chair, a table, and a small lamp that barely managed to alight even half of the room.

Where the hell was she?

Her gaze flickered down to the black tape that had been wrapped around her wrists, glueing her to the chair. With a huff breaking through (y/n), she tried to tug on her restraints, knowing that she’d eventually be able to break free if she’d get enough time to find her strength. Her body felt weak, leaving her to wonder how long it had been since her stalker had gotten his hands on her.

Fuck, she had been careless, in retrospect she should have been all too aware of the dangers lurking outside. She couldn’t help but curse herself for leaving Aaron’s side, for declining Derek’s offer, she would have been safe with them around. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

(Y/n) didn’t get any more time to curse her stupid actions, eyes flickering to the door which was pushed open. The man who stared at her looked unfamiliar, a stranger she hadn’t ever crossed paths with before – at least not willingly. She wasn’t sure if she should feel relieved that he was a stranger, or scared, unable to tell what he’d do to her. 

“Well, finally, sweetheart, you had me worried.” He wasn’t much taller than she was, with brown hair slicked back, and dark eyes hidden behind round glasses. The guy must have been in his mid-twenties, a lanky figure she could take down in a fight if she’d only get the chance to. “Now, don’t look at me like that, I warned you, didn’t I? You should have been a good girl, should have listened to my warnings, to the rules, but you’ve never been good at doing that, huh? Of course not, you’re sleeping with your professor after all.

A humourless laugh left the man, dripping with jealousy and hatred. Fear thumped through her veins as he took a step closer, forcing her to part her lips to flush some water down her throat. Perhaps she could use his anger to her advantage, perhaps she could try to rile him up just enough to force him to cut her restraints – she’d only need one chance to fight her way out of this.

“Who are you?” Her voice was monotone, not dripping with anything that could give away her fear, the uneasiness she was held hostage by. She kept her eyes on him, not daring to look away even for one second.

“That’s not important right now, darling. What counts is that I’ve got you here with me, and well, I’ll need to thank the lovely Penelope Garcia for that. She helped me get you after all.”

……

“Hotch, c’mon man, at least sit down for a few minutes. We’ll get your girl.” Aaron’s coffee-coloured eyes met Derek’s wide ones, letting go of an exhausted huff as he slowly sat down on the chair. It has been over six hours since (y/n) had been taken, forced to watch the video over and over again, watching how a masked figure had broken into the SUV, how (y/n) had stepped into the car all too obliviously, and how the SUV had hastily left the parking lot moments later. 

“Alright, so we can rule out Lorey, we can rule out her family,” Emily repeated what they had put together hours ago, letting go of a defeated huff. 

“So, we have nothing.” Aaron let go of another sigh, eyes momentarily squeezed shut to try and collect himself. This is what he had been fearing all this time, after losing Haley Aaron had known that he needed to be even more careful, that he couldn’t take any risks, for his sake and Jack’s. 

“Garcia, anything you could pick up on the CCTV feed?” His dark eyes snapped towards Penelope, studying her tired features, not used to seeing her this quiet. She kept her teary eyes focused on the screen, not replying verbally, only shaking her head. With Derek’s hand placed on Peleope’s shoulder, they found themselves engulfed by silence. A silence that left their insides churning, knowing that time was working against them.

……

She helped me get you after all. She helped me get you after all. She helped me get you after all.

Bile rose in (y/n)’s throat as his words kept ringing in her ears. Penelope? It couldn’t be, not the one she had instantly clicked with. It couldn’t be, not the sunshine that had brightened the darkness she had been trapped in. It couldn’t be, it simply couldn’t be. 

She needed to distract herself, needed to get a grip before she’d spiral. Her thoughts brought her back to Aaron, how he had touched her only hours ago, in the early morning, pressed against the dark shower tiles. 

“Hold on to me, I’ve got you, baby.” Aaron’s raspy voice left her gasping, choking on the moans he forced from her. He had her pinned against the wall, hands holding her up as she slung her legs around his waist. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, making them moan in unison.

Their hearts were racing, minds silenced by the intense sensations washing through them. She wondered if she’d ever get used to feeling him this close, deep inside of her, pressing against her stomach. 

Aaron fucked her without holding back, his thrusts were fast, rough, and calculated, knowing that they couldn’t waste any time in the morning. The open-mouthed kiss they shared managed to swallow some of their sounds, leaving them clinging to one another. 

“Fuck, Aaron, I can’t.” Her pulsing bundle was overstimulated from the two orgasms he had pushed through her only minutes ago, pressed to the mattress with his face buried between her thighs. No man had ever managed to make her cum this fast, this hard, an insatiable need that guided the two of them on. 

“You can, and you will, baby.” His voice dropped with possessiveness, a dark touch that left her toes curling. Fuck, (y/n) knew that she was close already, once again letting go with a moan clawing through her without another warning. 

Aaron kept fucking her, chasing his own high with his eyebrows furrowed together and his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass. She could tell that he was about to cum, pulling out of her at the last second, watching his cum paint her lower stomach. 

Fuck, she needed to get back to Aaron, to touch him again, to feel him again, to speak to him again. She had waited too long to finally be with him, and nobody could take that from her, and especially not her stalker.

As if the man had heard her thoughts, he waltzed back into the room with a smug grin glued to his lips. He wore a suit, trying to come off as sophisticated, as if he was just another normal guy, not the sick and twisted bastard who was holding her hostage. Only as he placed her breakfast down for her did (y/n)'s eyes focus on the badge dangling from his neck, clearly stating that he was working for the FBI. 

The FBI? Had he been that close the whole time?

“It’s time for me to go to work, I was called in earlier because the oh-so-valuable assistant team member of the BAU is missing. Of course, they won’t find her, especially not since I’ll be the one supporting them.” The smirk he wore on his thin lips left (y/n) choking on her angry gasps, trying to keep quiet. He wanted to get a reaction out of her, wanted to rile her up – but (y/n) wouldn’t give in, she couldn’t. “You should eat something while I’m gone. And there’s a bucket for you, I’m sure you’ll eventually need the toilet.”

“Cut me loose, asshole, otherwise I won’t be able to reach the food or the bucket.” A raspy laugh left the guy, slowly stalking closer to (y/n). His breath fanned her skin, leaving her covered in goosebumps, torn between disgust and fear.

“You’re a smart girl, (y/n), I’m sure you’ll figure something out. I’ll see you tonight, babe.” 

……

“Guys, this is Kacey, he’s from the Tech Department, he’s one of the best down there, I thought it’d be good for Penelope to have some extra help.” JJ’s voice echoed through the room, she shot Kacey a grateful smile as he pushed his glasses up his nose. 

“Hi guys, it’s good to finally meet the rest of you, Penelope always speaks so highly of you. I’ll do anything to help you find her, I promise.” He nodded at the team before he was pulled in for a tight hug by Penelope. She and Kacey had crossed paths a while ago, spending some time in her office together as they talked about shared interests, making plans to go out with their friends together, and building a friendship she deeply cherished. 

“Thank you, we’ve got no time to lose, it’s been over twelve hours by now.” Aaron’s voice was emotionless, no longer dripping with the fear he had shown his team, no longer appearing vulnerable in front of a man who was a stranger to him. “Garcia, you two will keep on following the unsub on the feed, the rest of us will go back to (y/n)’s apartment, we’ll comb through it again, and see if we missed something.”

“You found him on the feed?” Neither Penelope nor the others seemed to pick up on the surprise filling every word that rolled off Kacey’s tongue, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I did! He thought he was sneaky, but he missed a few cameras, it’s not much, but maybe we can eventually trace him back to his work, his car, or even his home." Penelope shot Aaron a hopeful smile, clinging to the smallest detail. "Thank you for helping us, really, I know if somebody can push us in the right direction, it’ll be you, Kacey.”

.……

Sweat was pooling on (y/n)’s forehead, lips bloody from the way she had pierced her teeth into the thin skin. She had lost count of the amount of tries she had used to free her aching wrists, without any luck so far.

“Fuck, c’mon!" Tears dripped down her cheeks and a deep, shaky exhale left her, trying to keep herself somewhat collected. With another breath inhaled into her burning lungs, (y/n) collected all her strength to try and rip her wrists free. One last try. It took her a second to realise that she had managed to break through the layers of tape on her left wrist, having to shake her numb fingers a few times before she could free her other wrist. 

She’d get out of here, for the sake of herself, for the sake of Aaron.

[incorrect-riordanverse]

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

[klarolinexluv]

Y’all I had another fanfic idea.

Jegulus acquaintances (like oh yeah he exists type shit)

to enemies (regulus is a death eater, James is in the order. But it’s like proper enemies. Regulus has it out for James and James kinda just likes the attention but doesn’t know why)

to hate fuckers (where Regulus has James pinned to the wall of an alleyway at wand point where James went to apparate away. He doesn’t get to obviously and James just smiles and flirts and riles Regulus up so much that he just snaps and kisses the ever loving shit out of James. They don’t fuck here, no no, Regulus runs away and leaves James with a lot to think about. The hate fucking comes a lot later when the two find themselves locked in a duel. They are probably in the middle of the woods somewhere and their back up is no where in sight. Regulus eventually finds himself pressed against a tree, his wand held at James throat ready to use it, but James just smiles and leans closer to whisper in his ear, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” And if that doesn’t send Regulus spiralling… anyway so they kiss again and this the hate fucking begins.)

to “I still hate you but I don’t” (sort of push and pull. They keep ‘accidentally’ being in the same place at the same time. In public, Regulus hates James’ guts, he is also in denial and so far gone for James but James is in a similar position, he hates that Regulus is a death eater but gods if Regulus isn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on…)

to reluctant friends who fuck (after Regulus discovers Voldemorts secret. The horcruxes and is so disgusted not only with Voldemort but also himself that he seeks out James willingly. Sending him an owl to meet and if he doesn’t come alone Regulus will do indescribable things to the people he cares about. So James goes and finds Regulus pacing manically and James does what he does best and helps him calm down. Regulus doesn’t want to talk about it, not yet but he has realised that James isn’t so bad and then they fuck because Regulus is only a man.)

to “I would kill for you” “I’d let you” (Its a war, James morally grey is my love idc. James would just tell Regulus that there is a spy in the order and Regulus would say that and James would be like, “yeah okay, fair enough, do it.” So not only does Regulus have his super secret mission about finding these fucking horcruxes without Voldemort knowing, he also has to find and kill the spy - which he is all too happy to do. He also doesn’t question why he feels so strongly about keeping James safe and still remains in denial.)

to “I’d do anything for you” (they’d do anything for the other. James is sort of pulling away from the order because he misses Regulus so much and just can’t do the slipping away and the excuses and hiding things from his parents, his best friends, etc etc. He just wants Regulus, so he ends up buying an apartment that his friends don’t know about and asks Regulus to move in with him. Regulus says yes, for some reason that he doesn’t name but he does because he can’t stand to be in his mothers presence ((she’s probably going insane or something???)) so Regulus reasons that he said yes because he wants away from her but “not because I like James”.)

to lovers (where James just says I love you one day, sending Regulus into a crisis and a little panic when he all of a sudden names that feeling that he feels for James which is most definitely love. So he fucks James about it because “how dare you make me love you” and James just ahhhh he melts because angry Regulus who loves him??? Ahhh yes.)

Anyway, at some point Regulus would tell James about the horcruxes and how he has been hunting them and James helps him. James would drop all contact with his friends and family and just throw himself completely into loving Regulus (which is has come to realise he is insane about. Like he would also kill for Regulus.) he wouldn’t take the mark just because I think that’s a line he wouldn’t cross (or he could take it for Regulus because he is possessive and wants to share how crazy he is for him. Regulus ofc is the very same. Slightly more insane and Voldemort would live for it. Regulus and James, his right hand men. Bellatrix and other high ranking death eaters are like soooo jealous but Jegulus is untouchable basically.)

So yeah, James would take the mark for Regulus and they’d be the worst of the worst together all while tearing apart Voldemort’s empire from the inside.

They’d kill the death eaters off bit by bit. Dwindling their numbers but Voldemort already has the ministry under his control so he isn’t at all worried.

They also find all the horcruxes together, using the invisibility cloak when necessary. And destroy all of them.

That’s when he becomes worried.

The inner circle has a meeting. Regulus and James didn’t kill off any of the members apart of it. However, this particular meeting is being held at Grimmauld Place, unaware of the wards protecting Regulus and James (because Regulus added him to the protection wards whilst also removing everyone else so it’s just the two of them).

It’s at this meeting that Regulus and James reveal what they did. And they formally duel Voldemort. The rest of the death eaters stay out of it because their master told them to (much to Bella’s annoyance) and eventually, Regulus or James casts the final spell and kill the dark lord. Then ofc they kill of the inner circle. Bathing themselves in blood because who doesn’t love a bloody Jegulus.

Anyway, the two take Tom Riddles corpse and apparate to Potter Manor. Now since James is still the heir, they get past the wards.

“I’m home!” James would shout, walking into the living room finding his parents, wolfstar, pandamarylily, dorlene, with their wands out ready to defend themselves. That is until Regulus drops the dead body in the middle of the room.

Chaos, immediately. James and Regulus look at eachother and Regulus just laughs hysterically while James looks at Regulus like he wants to devour him.

So he does, once Regulus finishes laughing, the make out right over the corpse whilst people around them panic.

Regulus then takes James and they disappear into the night, never to be heard from again (or are they??)

So yeah, Dark Jegulus AU, enemies to lovers.

Yay I have another WIP ☹️✌️

[sunandsstars]

Hi. I just wanted to say that your Yawnetu fic has me in a chokehold. I mean Fuck you Jake. And I know that the reader's love interest are most likely going to be like Tonowari and Ronal but you know I imagined a whole oc character and just wanted to share.

A male love interest who is probably Tonowari's younger brother. And besides being a warrior, he is absolutely opposite of Jake. He's funny, popular, loved, flirty and very charming. Maybe he's a playboy and seeing Reader and her children absolutely captures him.

He follows the reader like a puppy and absolutely adores his stepsons. Always holding them and playing with them and unlike Jake 'Call me Sir' Sully. He's an absolute affectionate Dad.

And I can just imagine that sarcastic smirk on his face as he holds the reader when Jake and Neytiri come to seek Uturu. He's like 'So you were the one that Eywa thought was good for my love. Huh. I guess even Eywa makes blunders sometimes no?'

And in return the boys are all sassy and badass like their dad too.

oh my god. i actually love this so much 🤩

Just the sweet younger brother of the clans olo’eyktan, a fine warrior, flirty individual and cocky na’vi. Beloved by everyone in Awa’atlu, he’s great with kids and likes helping the elderly, definitely the cool uncle.

when the reader ends up in in their reef he’s just like 🤔 who’s this, why has this strange lady come to seek sanctuary. but i feel like Tonowari would make him show reader where she would be staying (he saw the way his brother was eyeing her), showing her and her twins their new home. maybe fetching her the comforts she will need for her stay like food or extra blankets (he’d definitely do so willingly though, she’s a pretty thing after all)

after properly seeing her and the twins, maybe hanging out with her for a few days after her arrival, he would be so hooked! just look at these chubby little babies 🥹 with their equally sweet and doting mother 🥹 he would volunteer to look after them while she recovers from any labours and the babies in turn would take to him! doing that little thing where they reach up with grabby hands omg

tonowari and ronal are scheming 100%, they see how he’s infatuated with the small family. he’s mateless, they gotta set him up with someone eventually 🙄☝🏼

when reader and him DO bond they become one happy family. He would be such a fun dad, showing the boys the waters as soon as they can, helping them with sign language, going hunting with them etc etc. Would also let them have sleepovers with Ao’nung and Tsireya, they’re just super close bestie cousins (also with readers permission, she’s the boss). he would also be a very doting husband, helping reader adjust to life with the metkayina, treating her with the utmost respect and love she deserves. he would give her as many children as she wanted 😏 (they end up having another 2 i bet…maybe 1 on the way)

when the sully’s arrive in awa’atlu he can tell reader is distraught and upset, her home in the forest is in danger again, and jake and neytiri have sought refuge in the place she was able to finally call home and feel safe in with her family, away from them. He’s extremely hostile towards them both, hissing, ears pinned back, standing taller while broadening his shoulders, showing them who’s the biggest bird (or na’vi) and he definitely is a huge man, i mean look at tonowari and the other metkayina men, they’re fucking massive 😏😏😳

and when he sees how jake treats his sons, he gets even angrier if that’s even possible, no one should treat their sons like they’re disposable soldiers. “yes sir” “sorry sir” what is this?? he would never make his sons do that, they happily call him sempul or sempu. he sees the way jake doesn’t bother standing up for Lo’ak too, it’s disgusting, your son feels like an outcast, as a father you should reassure him that he’s not, just because he’s different doesn’t make him any less na’vi. atleast that’s what he tells his twins, they’re darker in comparison, skinny tails and arms but they’re his sons, your sons, he won’t make them feel alienated in their own home.

he would make jake’s training hell, using his old cocky charm on him and purposefully giving him the toughest challenges to master (that tsurak was definitely one of them). all while doing that smug smirk, tonowari is rolling his eyes constantly.

all in all he’s an amazing father and mate and would do anythinggg to protect reader and their children 🫶🏼 i would be happy to make a spin-off when yawnetu is finished

[thatorigamiguy]

Alive Me

Pyrrha: "Alive me bitch! I need to get that Arc dick!"

GoL: "NO! YOU'VE ASKED ME THIS A THOUSAND TIMES, AND I'LL KEEP TELLING YOU AS SUCH! BESIDES, HE'S WITH ROSE ANYWAY, SO WHAT WOULD IT MATTER?!"

Pyrrha: "Yeah, I know he's with Ruby now! You think that will stop me from fucking him? Hell, I'll fuck her too! They're both total catches, and here I am, wasting away being dead as fuck when I COULD be down their alive as fuck and GETTING fucked!"

    GoL openly gaped at Pyrrha’s aggressive honesty, before gritting his teeth in annoyance.

GoL: "THE ANSWER. IS. NO!"

    Pyrrha narrows her eyes at GoL in annoyance, before a gasp escaped her as she was hit with a sudden epiphany. She turned to face GoD with a gleeful smile on her face.

Pyrrha: "Will you alive me again and put me back on Remnant?"

GoL: "WHAT?! MY BROTHER WILL DO NO SUCH THING-" 

GoD: "DEPENDS. WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?"

    His brothers interruption caught GoL off so suddenly, that it caused him to nearly choke on his own spit before he gave him an incredulous look.

GoL: "WHAT?!"

    Pyrrha flashed GoD a dazzling PR smile worthy of champion fighter, before happily explaining her proposal to the curious deity.

Pyrrha: "I'll not only go down and continue helping to fix your brothers fuck ups, I'll also convert Jaune AND Ruby into being worshippers of yours and helping others understand your words and teachings!"

    GoD put a hand to his chin as he thought her words over, while GoL could only stare on in disbelief at the fact that his brother was actually giving them consideration.

GoD: "MMMMMH, THOSE ARE PRETTY GOOD TERMS..."

GoL: "BROTHER, YOU CANNOT JUST-!"

    Before GoL could finish, Pyrrha chose to propose one last add on that she knew would bring his brother to her side.

Pyrrha: "Plus, it would annoy both Salem, Ozpin, AND your brother to no end knowing that you willingly allowed me back to life but refused to let either one of them pass on, even if it's your brothers fault!"

    Pyrrha knew she had the God of Darkness right then and there when his eyes widened in shocked glee and he clapped both his hands together sending a loud echo throughout the unending darkness surrounding them.

GoD: "AND WE HAVE OURSELVES A DEAL MISS NIKOS!"

GoL: "WHAT?! BROTHER YOU CAN'T-!"

    GoL tried interjecting, only to be cut off as his brother gave him a scathing look.

GoD: "I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I DESIRE TO DO BROTHER, ESPECIALLY IN REGARDS TO THE DEAD. BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I CHECKED, MY REPSONABILITES PERTAINED TO DEALING WITH BOTH LIFE AND DEATH, AND AS SUCH, I CAN LET HER GO BACK DOWN IF I DAMN SO WELL PLEASE.”

GoL: "I-YOU-HOW DARE-!"

GoD: "BROTHER, ARE YOU TRULY GOING TO DENY SENDING BACK A POWERFUL WARRIOR SUCH AS MISS NIKOS? SURELY HER STRENGTH AND SKILL WOULD AID YOUR IDIOT FAILURE OF A KNIGHT IN ACTUALLY COMPLETEING THIS ABSOLUTE MORONIC TASK AGAINST SALEM?" 

    GoL fought hard to keep his temper under control, his teeth gnashing against one another as he really had no counter argument to deny Nikos from returning to the mortal coil. 

GoL: "...I WILL CONCEDE THAT HER SKILLS AND STRENGTH WOULD BE A BOON TO OZMA’S CRUSADE AGAINST SALEM. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN-!”

    GoL hadn’t even finished speaking when he was once again cut off by his brother, who held a satisfied smile on his face.

GoD: "THEN IT'S SETTLED. MISS NIKOS WILL BREATH MORTAL AIR YET AGAIN." 

GoL: "YOU JUST CAN'T DECIDE THAT RIGHT NOW!"

GoD: "OH, BUT I CAN DEAR BROTHER! AND BY "I CAN" I MEAN, I ALREADY SENT HER BACK FIVE MINUTES AGO WHILE I WAS DISTRACTING YOU."

GoL: "...YOU SON OF BIT-!"

-Back on Remnant-

    Pyrrha breathed in deeply, taking in that fresh, living air, before exhaling it all out. she opened her eyes to take in a bright sunny day, her whole being vibrating with excitement, and before she knew it she was running to the nearby borders of Argus. She let loose a cackle, before she loudly declared to the whole world.

Pyrrha: "FUCKING FREE AGAIN BITCHES! YOU TWO BETTER KEEP THAT BED WARM AND READY, BECAUSE I'M READY AND WILLING BABY!"

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From the Archives of Madness that is @noneatnonedotcom and I’s discord. Something I came up with, because the thought of Pyrrha asking GoD to bring her back alive solely to annoy GoL amused me. Not even being dead will deny her getting laid by that hunky blond of hers, and if she’s gotta share? Well, he’s not called Jaune “Red Heads Do It Better” Arc for nothing.

[halevren]

FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 3

Had a rough week so far, I am looking forward to this episode ♡

HIIIIII INTREPID HEROES

NAT 20

please bring ayda back this episode (begging) (I know it won't happen. but I'm desperate)

ZELDA AND GORGUG BREAK UP CONFIRMED.....

I am experiencing so much gender envy from literally everyone at the table.

The art team really pulled out all the stops for this season. The dome backdrop is so good

THIRTY INVESTIGATION?!!!??!

"Of course you and Adaine, of course, are... Nerds."

"Not ideal for the bad kids" oh no.

Lone Wolf Bloodrush player. That's oc material fr

"I like getting friends cast on me so I willingly fail" fig becomes more and more relatable every episode

"IT'S 10 AND I GIVE YOU THE HELP ACTION"

LYDIA!!!!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

LYDIA MADE THEM LUNCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE EMO SONG 😭😭😭

It just says "Hey Adaine" on the inside 😭😭

Cloaca.....

how many binders do the Thistlesprings have

"Can I Run From You?"

Just Breathe

CHLOE SHORT FOR CLOACA

I love the casual conversation they have

TWO GLASSES OF MILK

"I'll walk you to Bard class" fig probably won't be staying 😭

NEW LUNCH LAD!!!!!

I hope Fig's luck issue gets resolved soon 😭

MAZEY IS SO PRETTY

Grix...??

THE PARROTS.....

omg mazey x fabian?!!?!?!????!?!?!!?!

A SECRET CLOACA WITH A GUN??

Jawbone is so filled with dad lore

Kristen class president is something I need

21 passive investigation is insane

"What are you, like 4 different dogs?"

Passive Aggressive Kristen is so good.

Ghost steaks 🔥

FABIAN FLIRTING

"You're looking at a party boy" oh fabian....

I think Kristen working to be class president will convince her to. Go to school and work on getting better at it

Gilear 😢 I miss my pathetic wet cat of a man

fig writer's block so relatable

Stressed Riz

WANDA CHILDA

HEYYYYYY GIRLIE

I miss Ayda

Porter is kinda.... ♡

Why is everyone so attractive why must I be attracted to all the adults. im supposed to have a type

"I'm going into a worry, yeah"

Fig taking Fabian to the wizard class instead of bard class is so real

TERPSICHORE SKULLCLEAVER!!!!!! she looks like she bakes incredible cookies. I can't dance but I want to be in her class

THIRTY-ONE????????? PERFORMANCE

Dance bard class is so cool

From Jock to Arsty kid, I love Fabian's character development so much

"I'm going to do a lot less partying" a full lie from Fabian

I need more Riz and Jawbone one on ones

KRISTEN CHILLIS APPLEBEES 😭😭😭😭

oh no the Applebees fam are here oh no...

Ripped Kristen approaching her parents.....

oh no. oh no. oh no.

Not good what is going on with Cassandra

MAKE HER OWN PEOPLE TO TALK TO?!!!??!???!??!?? WHAT???????? WHAT WHAT WHAT????

ALLY IS SO CASUAL WITH NAT 20S 😭

HE'S A LITTLE PALADIN....

BYE GIRLIE

RIZ HAS A BACKUP TIE

why is sorcery so expensive

SHE'S NOT GOING TO TELL JAWBONE 😭

oh god Wanda Childa....

"what smell would be enticing to emo kids" 😭😭😭

"Did you just come from a room full of cigarettes and peach schnapps" "you mean breakfast?"

I wanda'd in

NOT ALL WHO WANDA ARE LOST

SITTING OUTSIDE AND LISTENING TO BARD CLASS

watching Kristen deal with school and stuff and deal with Cassandra makes me slightly uncomfortable. not in a bad way but in a way that I relate to it a bit too much and it's a bit too real. i too had extreme trouble with school and I also have issues with pushing important people away when trying to focus on myself and it ruins a lot of my relations. I relate to Kristen too much in the worst ways and that hits closer to home than I like. I love Kristen but man. Too close

"Things can be bad, and things can be good, but they all can be true."

I worry about Kristen going to Cassandra's realm. I am going into a worry. I have bad feeling.

the sound design is so good

GENTLE SOBBING.... OH NO. OH NO.

"I can't rely on you." OUCH.

she already found somebody????

KALINA!?!?!?! !!??!?!?!!!???!??!!??!!???!!???!?? HUHHHHH?!!??!!

IT'S LEAVING IT OFF WITH THAT?????? WHAT THE FUCK???????? WHAT THE FUCK???????????????????????? WHAT?????

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain: Chapter 5 Pt.3

"Cause your love is fire warm I'll be the calm babe, before the storm You got me fallin' in love, in this bad dream" -bad dream- Nerve

TAG LIST: @lma1986 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @missduffsblog @bngurngheart @thatamazingvampirestory

Noah:

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

I watched Sophie grip the doorknob to her apartment, debating on whether she should insert her key or not. She was scared; her panic attack moments ago proved that. I couldn't believe how fast it hit her without any warning. It was almost cruel. Somehow she trusted me, again, to help her through it; my arm tucked under her arm and my hand planted firmly on her chest, whispering encouragement into her ear and feeling her breathing slow.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," she answered, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. 

I gave her a warm smile and laid my hand on the middle of her back. 

"I'm not going anywhere," I said, confidently.

"You promise?" 

"I promise," I answered her without hesitation. 

 As soon as we entered, Sophie turned on a light, and the brightness revealed just how fucked up her place was. I took a long, deep breath when I saw it all; the broken furniture, the holes in the walls, and everything that was torn up and destroyed. I had a feeling this wasn't from the struggle that happened between them. 

Sophie stood beside me, silent and still, tears streaming down her cheeks. I couldn't imagine how she was feeling.

"Oh God, Noah!" she cried, bringing her shaking hand to her mouth. 

"Hey, it's okay," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. 

"It's just stuff; we can replace it. But we can't replace you," I reassured her, giving her a light shake.

"I know, but it was my life, my stuff. Look at what he did to it all," she whimpered, picking up a torn pillow and tossing it on the couch. 

The he that fell from her lips sent waves of anger through me. Perry was a sadistic, fucked up asshole who deserved nothing but pain and misery for all the hell he'd put Sophie through. I hoped that one day he got what was coming to him. 

"I know when I pushed him off me he fell into a bunch of crap, but this," she paused, looking around her living room, "Noah, he did this out of spite."

She was absorbing all the brokenness and wreckage like a sponge, no doubt tucking it away in her memory. 

"We'll fix it, don't worry," I consoled her. 

Her eyes widened. 

"We?"

"Yeah, we," I said again, boldly confident.

A smile appeared and lingered a little before fading as we turned toward the kitchen.

There were red stains and broken glass all over the floor and for a moment it looked like dried blood.

"Don't worry it's wine," Sophie said as if reading my mind.

I nodded, a little unnerved.

"This is where it all started that night. He was so angry when I told him we were over and the past was the past; swept the wine glasses right off the counter like they were pieces of paper." 

Sophie disappeared into the past, willingly telling me everything that happened on the night that brought her back to me. I know it was messed up of me to be a little happy about what happened, but if that night never happened the way it did, then she and I wouldn't be standing here together. She would have slipped out of my life forever and I would probably still be a sulky, miserable mess.

"Noah, I can't live like this anymore, I don't want to," she stated once she finished.

I was leaning against the counter, gripping the sides so hard from the anger I was feeling, that my hands started hurting.   

"I was terrified he was going to kill that night and I'm lucky he didn't. But I don't want to keep taking these chances. I want to live my life without Perry haunting me, without fear." 

She broke down, sobbing into her hands, and I caught her right before her legs gave out, holding her tightly.  

"You're coming back to the house with me. You're not ready for this, Sophie, you know you're not and you don't have to pretend like you are. Nobody's expecting you to. Coming back to this busted-up life and trying to live normally when the cuts are still so fresh is stupid; it doesn't make sense. Let me help you."

I stroked the back of her head while her tears seeped into my shirt. The grip she had on my arms was strong and a little uncomfortable, but I didn't dare move because I didn't want to let her go or have her pull away. Trying to understand why she felt giving herself time to recover was difficult and the last thing I wanted to do was push her into making a bad decision, but she had to have known that taking time to heal was an obligation, not an option.

"Sophie, listen to me," pulling her back a bit. 

Fuck, she was gorgeous and immediately I forgot what I was going to say. Her eyes were wet with tears as she chewed on her bottom lip, fighting to calm herself. The slight crimson covering her cheeks and the moisture that lingered on her lips painted the perfect picture of my craving, causing my cock to twitch and begin to harden. I wanted to dive in and devour every part of her and make her forget all of the pain and misery she was feeling. 

A little embarrassed about what she was unintentionally doing to me, I sat us down in some chairs, ready to prove my point.

"This environment you're used to living in is not safe in any way; you have to know that. It's not focused on you growing or becoming a better you; it's focused on control and fear. Perry knows this and as long as you continue to let him in and use you and abuse you, you will never become the woman you want to become. You have to know when to say enough's enough." 

Sophie wiped her cheeks without taking her eyes off me. I wanted her so much, the urge to feel myself inside her running through my mind in a never-ending loop.

"Sometimes, you end up losing yourself trying to hold on to someone who never cared about losing you, and knowing when to let go can be a motherfucker. But when you find yourself again, you hold on to it for dear life, because people are going to try and tell you who you are your whole life, Sophie. You've just got to fight back and tell them who you know you are."

"But what if I don't know who I am anymore, Noah? What if I'm just a lost soul destined to wander alone for the rest of my life?"

"That's not possible," I said, sliding my hand around her neck and pulling her closer.

"Why?"

"Because," I continued, licking my lips and lowering my face towards hers, "all the things I find beautiful have a darkness about them, and you," grazing over her face with my lips feeling her take her last breath before holding it, "your darkness is beautiful; it's what drew me to you, Sophie; it's what pulled me into your life and yours into mine. The Universe is trying to tell you that you're not meant to be alone. I'm right here with you, willing to do anything you need me to do. It's telling us something, and I wish you'd open up and listen to it."

Sophie was silent and I was afraid I'd lost her, already hating myself for being so honest when I knew she wasn't ready. 

"Noah, I," she sniffed, dropping her head so I could no longer read her face. 

Waiting for her to finish was torture, but worth it when she raised her head and I saw in her eyes burning with a desire I had never seen before.

"Noah, tell me why I feel so safe with you, even though being around you makes me so nervous," she begged, taking hold of my hands. Hers were cold but soft and felt like ice in mine.  

I shook my head. I couldn't explain what was happening between us any better than she could. Chuckling, Sophie rose to her feet. After pushing her chair back, she stood over me, staring down as if trying to find the answer she was looking for in me somewhere. And then, after placing each leg on either side of mine, she sat in my lap, straddling me as she brought her hands up and ran her fingers through my hair, pushing it back and lowering her head until our foreheads met. 

Sophie's body trembled beneath my fingers as I brought my hands to her sides and held them with a firm grip, forcing her to stay right where she was. I was so hard; the feeling of my cock pressing against her sweet spot took my breath away. However, I tightened even more when she opened her eyes and licked her lips, taking the bottom one between her teeth. 

A deep growl escaped me as I tightened my jaw, and tried my best to control the urgent need for release that was quickly rising in my chest. My hands moved to her back and slid down to just above her bottom, resting there for a moment. 

"Because you've been wounded Sophie, you're broken, and you understand that I don't want to do those things to you; I want to protect you. You deserve that." 

Our eyes met again. I cupped her face and dried the remaining tears with my thumbs just as she brought her hands down and placed them over top mine.

She smiled, leaving my gaze to look away. 

Running my hand down the side of her face, I wrapped my hand around her neck, bringing her face closer to mine. 

"The moment I saw you in the crowd with that bright-ass blue hoodie, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around you. Sophie, you took part of me with you when you left, and I was wounded at losing it to the most beautiful thing I would never see again." 

Just when I thought she was going to pull back, Sophie brought her hands back to my neck, gliding her fingertips over my tattooed-covered skin and up into my hair where she gently ran her fingers through. 

I yearned for her and wanted more of what she was giving to me. Her eyes, dangerously alive, skimmed over every part of me, making me feel naked yet unafraid, and as her face hovered so close to mine, I could feel her warm breath on my lips, tempting me; teasing me. I bit the inside of my cheeks to suppress the moans that were dying to escape, cursing under my breath at how hard she had made me. I was losing the battle of resistance against her. 

I bucked, pushing my cock into her and receiving the force of her sex pushing back.

"Ughh, fucking kiss me now, Sophie! Please, god, stop teasing me; let me feel your mouth on mine," I begged. 

She whimpered and pulled back, causing a gap between us. 

"Fuck, don't pull away, please, I just... You just... you and me..." 

"Noah, are you speechless?" she teased, sliding her fingers down my cheek. 

"Yes, yes I am. If you would just fucking kiss me then maybe I could finish it."

"Kiss you, you want me to kiss you," she whispered, pressing her body down on me as she closed the gap between us.

"I want you to do more than kiss me, but you can start with kis...,"

My words were cut off by the pressure of her lips as she slammed her mouth into mine, letting me know she hungered for me just as much as I hungered for her. Every endorphin in my body exploded as our lips moved slowly, yet so eagerly together, but I wanted more; I wanted what was inside her mouth. 

"Open," I demanded, squeezing Sophie's ass and pushing her into me. She grunted over the feeling that ripped through her and obeyed, allowing me to slip my tongue in and taste every last bit of her.

The moan that escaped her only made my briefs a little wetter, telling me I was fully ready for her.

"Shit! Sophie, I'm so close," I confessed, breathless.

"So close to what, Noah?" her soft voice just about pushing me over the edge.

I was shocked at how quickly my body was picking up what Sophie was laying down. It wasn't like I'd never had sex before, but all of this was new; this connection was completely new.

"So close to cumming," I growled in frustration, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly, controlling the urge to ravage her the way I was dying to. 

Her tongue grazed the inside of my bottom lip, begging to enter my mouth which I immediately gave her. 

"Do you want me to stop," she whispered in my ear after a few moments of tasting the inside of my mouth. 

"No, I don't," confessing unapologetically. 

She leaned back and grinned. I took in the way she looked; all worked up, hot, and beautiful. It was at that moment I knew I was done for. I had fallen for Sophie, completely fallen for absolutely everything about her, and it had only been six days. What the fuck was wrong with me? 

My head was reeling with how easily Sophie had me undone like putty in her hands and the intoxicating scent of vanilla that escaped from beneath her t-shirt aroused deep hidden feelings I'd forced myself to bury a long time ago that I just didn't want to feel anymore. I was afraid. The fear of being used and abandoned again began to creep into the crevices of my heart, creating overthinking thoughts that I didn't want at the moment. 

Finally taking a moment, I slid my hands around her waist as Sophie slid hers around my face, cupping it between her fingers, and resting her elbows on my chest. Her thumbs caressed my lips and I relished the feeling of her touch, closing my eyes briefly and laying my head back. 

"God woman you're going to be the death of me, if that happens again," I confessed with a breathless chuckle, feeling her fingers slide down my throat. 

"Did it hurt?" 

I raised my head looking into her eyes as she sat back placing her hands on my chest. Her lips were a perfect shade of pink, evidence of being savagely kissed over and over again.

"Like a bitch," I replied. 

"Then why did you do it?"

I shrugged.

"Why not do it?"

She was skeptical about my answer.

"Was it the worst one to have done?"

"No, that would be my back. That motherfucker took hours, days, weeks, shit, I don't even remember that's how long it took."

Sophie's laugh rang out through the apartment, breaking the quietness for the first time. 

"I'm so so sorry," she whispered, an apologetic look in her eyes. 

"For what? For making out with me? I'm not sorry," I chuckled, but I could see she was a little nervous.

"Hey, it's okay," I said, trying to reassure her that everything was fine.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sophie." 

"I don't? Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a little unsteady. 

I shook my head.

"No, you don't. Why would you think that?

She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"Sophie, look at me."

She did and she seemed lost. The glow that had just been there was suddenly gone.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing; it's just that," she hesitated, stopping her sentence short. 

"Perry never allowed me to touch him the way I just touched you. I was always the one being used and he would take from me what he wanted and leave the rest. I don't know what came over me Noah, and I apologize if I did anything that made you uncomfortable."

My mouth fell open at her words. Never in my life had a woman said anything remotely close to what Sophie just said, and I didn't know what to say. 

"Okay, first, Perry never allowed these hands, these wonderful, soft, amazing things touch him?" I said, taking her hands and bringing them to my lips where I kissed her fingertips, earning a sweet giggle from her. 

"He's a fucking idiot, Sophie. You know that was his issue and not you right?"

She was blushing and I couldn't resist the urge to grin. 

I slipped my finger under her chin, bringing her face up to meet mine.

"No woman has ever touched me the way you just did. You made me feel exposed, hell you almost made me cum," I admitted with a laugh.

Sophie giggled and then sighed in relief.

"If anything felt wrong I would have stopped you. But if we're being honest, I was dying for something like that to happen; since I first met you."

"Really," she looked, raising an eyebrow.

Chuckling, her lips turned upwards into that fucking beautiful smile again. 

"I've never done this before Noah; what we just did," admitting shyly. "Perry and I never made out. It was always straight to the sex with him while calling all the shots. I never had a say."

My shoulders dropped with the words of her confession.

She smiled as if it was a natural thing to happen. I guess it was to her.

"What a sick fuck. Sophie, I'm sorry you had to live like that."

She sighed 

"It is what it is, right? Hopefully, it's not my life anymore." 

She got up out of my lap and instantly I missed the feeling of her body against mine. Reaching out her hands to me, I took them and she pulled me to my feet.

"Come help me pack? I'll leave all this for another day. I don't want to deal with it right now."

Agreeing, I followed Sophie to the bedroom where she entered her closet and emerged with a duffle bag. After talking for a while as we packed up clothes and essential items she would need, she zipped up her bag, ready to go, but not before grabbing a stuffed raccoon from her bed.

I gave her a questioning look.

"What? Don't judge me," she scolded.

I threw my hands up in defense. 

"I'm not, you do you," taking her bag and slinging it over my shoulder, shooting her smile.

She playfully slapped me in my stomach, causing me to flinch. 

Moments later, I stood next to her in the living room again, watching as she picked up little pieces here and there of her things, trying to salvage what she could.

"Hey, Sophie, listen; when you're ready, I'll get the guys together and we'll come over and help get this place cleaned up. Maybe by then, you'll have a few things figured out."

She nodded, wiping away the few tears that slid down her cheeks. 

"That would be really helpful, Noah, thanks," standing up a lamp that lay partially broken on the floor. 

"Maybe Perry will be in jail, by then too?"

"What do you mean," surprised by her statement.

"I called the police a few days ago and gave them my statement of what happened. I gave them all of Perry's information and mine. I told them to come here and see things for themselves. They came yesterday."

"Oh shit, Soph. That must have been a hard decision to make; a brave one for sure, but hard. Why didn't you say anything?"

"What was there to tell, Noah," she shrugged.

"None of this is on you or your friends to feel or handle; it's mine. My mess, my problem, my life, as fucked up as it all is. You guys have already done so much for me, not only by giving me a place to heal and rest but a safe place to get my mind together and figure crap out. That's more than anyone has ever done for me."

I stood there quietly, thinking of so much I wanted to say, but in the end, I just said okay and promised her the mess in her apartment would be handled. 

 Since meeting Sophie, I came to realize how strong of a woman she was mentally and emotionally. She was putting on a good front, pretending that things weren't so bad, but I was already a player of the convincing game enough to recognize the signs of coming undone; and she was close.

Whatever happened those few days she stayed locked up in my bedroom wasn't enough to keep her together and it was just a matter of time before the damn in her head and heart broke. But I made a promise to myself, as I followed her out the door, that no matter what happened or how difficult it would be, I was going to be the one to pick her up and love her when her world came crashing down. No matter what, I wasn't going anywhere, because I'd already made my mind up and staked my claim on Sophie's heart. She was mine and I was hers and my intuition was telling me she felt the same way. It was only a matter of time before the universe would decide to put all the pieces that had begun to form around us together. My only fear; Sophie wasn't ready. Was she?

CHAPTER 6

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when u want to tell me anything and everything abt ur insert

Alexis it is three in the morning for me meaning that it's like. o. on.. e... one???????? for you go to bed

Oliver's always had trouble expressing herself and dealing with emotion, despite having gotten better at that when she turned 19

when she was little and still trying to get over her abuse (which she physically got away from at 11), despite having four other siblings (and being directly in the middle) and a present mother, she really depended on her big sister, Cecilia

who, mind you, was 13 when Oliver was 11. Cecilia officially went missing at 13

thay being said, when dealing with her PTSD and oftentimes breakdowns (due to PTSD and things unrelated), none of her other four siblings (one of which being Cecilia's twin brother) or mother could help her. mostly because Oliver refused it, not because they didn't know how

she was used to Cecilia, and she didn't like the change nor the fact that Cecilia wasn't there with her to help her

so by the time she was almost fourteen, she went into what us gacha children call an "emotionless frenzy;" not knowing how to handle or deal with her own emotions, not allowing other people to help her, it took a toll on her mental and she eventually shut herself off completely

ended up getting a girlfriend ... who reminded her of Cecilia (bear with me)

but she didn't... want her. she thought she needed her support to piece herself back together, overall leading into a toxic dependency, as well as a generally toxic relationship that her girlfriend willingly stayed in, as she wanted to help Oliver, for better or for worse

that girlfriend would end up becoming Oliver's fiance, but... things hadn't really started to get better. not to say things got worse, but it didn't get better.

and to think that all it took was Oliver being too late for her to open up her eyes—which were now less dull and devoid of a shine—and get her shit together

she still doesn't like accepting help ... but she doesn't flat out refuse it either. she's more open with herself and tries her best nowadays

that dependency is still there, and it becomes evident once she ends up getting attached to someone. for instance; she tried to kill Ajax on multiple occasions,,,, but if she's not at home sleeping with family, she cannot and will not sleep unless that fucker is in bed with her

- "... princess? why are you awake? it's late, I said not to wait up for me." "... I wasn't tired." "you absolutely are, I can hear it in your voice." "..." "heh. hold on, I'll sleep with you after I shower." (he knows)

due to how she was most of her life, even at the age of 23... she still can't handle affection when it's given,,, pls don't ask why she's so hot (your fingers touched her arm when reaching behind her)

she's actually not as quiet and scary as she makes herself out to be (typically, with her partner(s)).. no, if you ever catch her with any of her siblings, you'll find that shes the silliest of the sillies. actively engages in petty arguments (she knew she was wrong twenty minutes ago. she's just pissing them off now), insitgates, DRAMA QUEEN,, her and Cecilia are literally

- "AHH. godDAYUM-" "om.." "it's so fucking hot augh... (has a pyro vision), I'm sweatting...i can't BREATHE" "I lost my vision,," "omg she lost her vision. how many fingers am I holding up 🖕🏻🖕🏻" "... ten" "oh shit she did MOOOOOMM"

ever wonder where "princess" comes from? well, her and the family's youngest (Miles, 15) are what the others perceive as the "golden children" (there are no favorites... they're both just silly brats who like demolishing people)

- "... Oliver, you see this shit?" "that's..." "I know right. God. get a grip, PEOPLE." "ew don't call them people. they're not like US" "no one is... we're awesome. even though in slightly better in every single way"

- "this... this is my sister, Oliver. s-she... she suffers from autism—" "I don't suffer from it, I just HAVE it. you stupid fucking blonde this is exactly why you got your Vision so late"

she's actually >:3c,,, she just pretends not to be in front of certain people

like, for instance.... (in her mind) if ajax fell for her because of her bitchy personality... why would he like her silly? he loves her wanting to kill him he won't accept this change

basically "if you initially started liking me for THIS... I'm only going to be this around you"

she's the type of person to laugh at dick jokes

Vallen (her older brother) could be talking about something, and she'd start laughing

- "Oh, if you see this bean, don't eat it. This bean is—" " pfft. " "... what?" ".. you said penis." "Oliver I swear to god shut the fuck up" "I'm literally going to tell Mom you told me to hang myself in the shower oh my g"

it's very convinent that Valores (her little sister) is with diluc and she's with Kaeya... like

- "hi diluc" "yes?" "pls get your girlfriend. she kept me up until five talking about you. I'm tired. i want ten beers and a vodka shot" "... I'll pick her up.. but ONLY if you get Kaeya out of my establishment. please."

there's a joke I can't say it's inappropriate but she's actually very unashamed

- "oliver... that's. that's not right. that's spreading misinformation." "I know. it's funny seeing other people spread it. it'll be fucking hilarious when the truth is found." "Oliver no—"

^ that is SO much different than the joke but it's the most appropriate way I could show it

Miles oftentimes joke about her and Cecilia's being literally just Kaeya and Diluc (Cecilia and Oliver, respectively),,, they'll fight about anything and everything for no reason either

very messy sleeper... not even messy, she's just the type of person to wake up across the room or under the bed (she isn't a sleep walker. she just cannot fucking stay still)

so you either have to be holding her, on top of her, or have her in between you... Kaeya and Ajax learned this the hard way.. why was she under the bed SNORING

obsessed with flowers and nature overall. has a journal dedicated to that stuff where she draws in it, info dumps, n what not ... only certain siblings (on certain days) can access it, and her boyfriends too because they're special :3c

it's like that one picture

- "hi, Oliver!" "........." "... oh my god this flower is so pretty I wonder what it—" "that flower is called Datura stramonium, known by the common names thornapple, jimsonweed, or devil's trumpet, is a poisonous flowering plant in the Daturae tribe of—"

I've worked on this fr 45 minutes... yeah. time to post what the fu

[sweetsweetjellybean]

In the cold November rain Part 4

Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Steve Harrington/Fem!Reader Ao3

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

Part 4/12? Masterlist

Sincerest & Eternal Thanks To @loveshotzz A magnificent writer & phenomenal human who sparked my Eddie love. I never would have posted this without her.

Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird

That's how you wound up back in the band room. Steve broke your heart and thanks to Carol, the entire school knew. A good portion is likely celebrating your fall from grace. You skip the rest of your morning classes, hiding from everyone, you slide down the cinder block wall behind the balcony set from Romeo and Juliet. Sitting on the cold floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, crying, mourning the loss of your entire world. When you lose one friend, it hurts. When you lose all your friends in a single day, it's devastating. But losing Steve ripped you apart. You’ve never felt so alone. Life without him was never a possibility you had considered. You didn't know who you were without him.

"Of course," you say as Eddie Munson slides down the wall beside you.

"I'm happy to see you too, Princess."

"Are you here to gloat? I'm glad my life-ending circumstances can be a source of amusement for you."

"Don't take your shit out on me. I'm not here to be anyone's punching bag." Eddie warns.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. You're the only one left that will talk to me."

"That's the spirit, Princess. Put me in my place. Make sure I know I'm your last resort." He sets his lunch box on his lap and pops it open.

"God, I really am awful, aren't I?" You rest your head against the wall.

"Eh, you're not so bad." He keeps his eyes on the joint he's rolling. "But this is becoming a habit. Twice is my limit for damsels in distress. If I see you crying again, I might have to do something stupid like kiss you."

"Stop trying to make me feel better." You say, looking at him. "I'm trying to be sad here."

He lights up and inhales. "I'm ready. Tell me the real story. I've heard the rumors."

"You don't believe Jackie?" He laughs and chokes on his smoke.

"Fuck no. I might be dumb, but I'm not a fool."

"I don't think you're either." You give him a little smile. He's watching your face now. It's almost unnerving. It's as if he can see more than you willingly reveal.

"I hope his dick falls off." You turn your head away.

"It might. She's slept with everyone, and I do mean everyone."

Now you're the one looking at him. He raises his eyebrows. "What? I get it where I can, Princess."

"Oh, gross. Don't tell me anymore." You hold your hand up in front of him.

"So what happens now? Are you moving in here? I'm not great with pets. I might not remember to feed you every day?"

"What do you suggest?"

"I'm not going to tell you what to do. You have to figure out your own shit. But if it was me in your situation, I say fuck 'em."

"Fuck 'em?"

"Yeah. Fuck 'em." He waves his fist in the air. "You don't want their pity. Make sure they know they're beneath you." He stands. "Stand up. Come on, stand up. I've got other crying girls waiting for me. You're not special." You take his hand to stand. He wipes the tears of your cheeks and straightens your shoulders. Then pretends to adjust your imaginary crown, which makes you smile. He uses his index finger to gently raise your chin, so your head is high in the air. "There. You're all better." He runs his hand along your cheek. "I'll see you around, Princess."

"Thanks for rescuing me, Sir Eddie...Again."

He drops into a dramatic bow, then turns and heads out the door. "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more."

***

You take a deep breath before entering the lunch room. The people at your usual table don't turn to look at you, refusing to meet your eyes. Except Jackie, of course, she's sitting next to Steve, staring at you with a smug grin. You hold your head high as you walk down the center aisle with your brown bag lunch. You take a seat at the empty corner of the Hell Fire table. Your name is flying around the room in low murmurs. Opening your bag, you pull out your sandwich and unwrap the wax paper. The loud conversation that usually going on at this table has stopped. Your head turns to find Eddie's brown eyes watching you. You hold his gaze, but neither one of you says a word. The corner of his mouth turns up the tiniest bit before he launches back into conversation with friends. You finish your lunch and never look down. Steve never looks at you once. At the end of the day, you open your locker to gather the books you'll need for homework, and a folded piece of notebook paper flutters to the floor. There is a single line written in unfamiliar handwriting.

Fuck 'em

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Day 26: No One Left Behind ➢prompt: "Why did you save me?" ➢character: Robert "Bob" Floyd ➢warnings: hazing, underaged drinking, toxic parents, near drowning, fear of water ➢word count: 3.3k ➢masterlist | whumptober | library

Bob never liked large bodies of water. He grew up in a landlocked town in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. The only things to do in the summer were to run in the backyard through a sprinkler or to go to the pond. Everyone went to the lake, it was the place to be during the unforgiving summers. Kids, teens and adults would spend their days on the sand shores, fishing, sunbathing or playing in the water. Bob didn’t like the lake because of what lurked underneath the surface. He had seen the pictures of the large fish that fishermen pulled out of there. He had heard the rumors and the legends of different ghouls and demons that supposedly haunted the waters and would pull unsuspecting swimmers into its depths. But what really sealed the deal for Bob hating the lake, was when his younger brother pushed him off the family pontoon. 

His parents didn’t realize Bob had gone overboard for several moments, he usually was behind them in the back, silent and holding on to his lifejacket tightly. But it was Bob’s older sister who shouted that the then six year old Bob was in the middle of the lake. 

“Mom! Bob fell over!” She shouted. 

“Oh my god!” His mother shouted and his dad quickly turned the boat around. Bob was luckily wearing a life jacket, but was kicking and splashing around, trying to get the lake grass off of his legs. His glasses had fallen off and were sinking towards the bottom, which caused more panic as he couldn’t see what was going on. When his father got close to him, he jumped into the water and swam over to where he was. Bob clung to him, his hands tightening around the shirt he wore. 

“Kick your goddamn legs, Rob,” His father cursed as he swam them back to the boat. He lifted up the little boy into his mother’s arms and Bob clung on tightly to her. 

“Oh my baby boy,” She cooed, and dried him with a towel, “I’m so sorry we didn’t notice.” 

“Well maybe if he would fucking talk,” His dad cursed again, stepping up onto the platform of the boat, “Fucking say something next time or swim your ass back to shore.” 

“David!” 

“Well?�� His father shrugged, “Kid needs to learn to do something for himself. Quit fucking babying him.” 

Ever since that day, Bob did all he could to avoid water. But that seemed to be a bit of a paradox when he joined the Navy. His dad even laughed at him when he came home with his enlistment packet in his hands. 

“You can’t fucking look at water without panicking. The fuck did you join the Navy for?” 

“To help pay for school,” Bob said softly, “And they’ll teach me at boot camp.”  

Which was true. His father had told him from a young age that they would never be able to pay for his college. That he would have to figure it out by himself. His older siblings didn’t go to college. His two older sisters MaryAnn and Elizabeth both married local ranchers. His brother Michael was set to take over the family ranch. But Bob was determined to not be stuck in no named Wyoming for the rest of his life. 

And Bob was right, they did teach him how to swim in boot camp. It wasn’t beautiful, but he could pass the swim test and keep himself above water. But Bob knew that he wasn’t going to willingly jump into the pool and go for a swim. It also helped that he was wearing a life jacket the whole time, which gave him some comfort. After boot camp, Bob had gotten his acceptance letter into the Naval Academy. His mother cried when he told her, and didn’t stop crying until after they dropped him off in Maryland. Bob had never been to the east coast before, nor spent this much time away from his family. What kept him going in boot camp was the fact that he would be home in ten weeks. Now he was moving across the country. 

Bob had three roommates in his tiny four person dorm; Geco, Tank, and Hermes. They were almost the polar opposite of Bob. Each of them were nearly 6’2 and built. Hermes currently holds the class record for fastest PT test. Though Bob couldn’t compete with them physically, he competed with them in the classroom. They envied the way Bob just understood everything that was being taught in their classes, and hardly had to study for exams to do perfect. Bob had offered to help them study, but they all shot it down. Most people in the class had envied Bob, and labeled him as the enemy, except Y/N. 

Y/N, like Bob, was also on the outskirts of their class. She was a legacy student, her dad being the current commander of the pacific fleet. She had gone by her mother’s maiden name, so she could make a name for herself fair and square, but it was unmistakable who’s daughter she was, with her bright blue eyes and blonde hair. Oh, and the way she was ice cold. Unlike Bob, she didn’t let the whispers and the jokes bother her. She let them bounce off her back and continued on with her studies. 

“Hey, Frost,” Hermes said. Bob was currently in the library, sitting att a table across the room from where Frost was. She had been there as long as Bob had been, her nose in a text book, “We’re having a little party this weekend at the SigEp house. You should come.” 

“And why would I do that?” Y/N asked. 

“Cause I’ll be there,” He smirked and held his hands out. Bob watched as Frost rolled her eyes and turned around, “Come on, don’t be so cold,” She continued to ignore him, which was something Hermes couldn’t stand. Bob watched as he clenched his jaw, “Fine. Just so you know, the only way you’re here is because your dad is fucking Iceman Kazansky. He probably couldn’t stand having a fuck up as a daughter and had to do some chairty work.” 

Bob’s eyes widened at Hermes' words, and waited to see what she would do. He watched her body shake as she gripped her pencil in a vice grip, causing the wood to splinter. Hermes also watched her, and let out a laugh seeing no response from her, and advised his little posse to leave her table. Bob waited for them to leave, before standing up from his own table and walked over to her. 

“You deserve to be here,” Bob said softly. Y/N looked up at him and his heart faltered a bit, seeing the tears in her eyes. His jaw dropped and he quickly dug in his backpack, looking for the packet of kleenex he usually kept on him. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched him dig around in his bag, before stretching his shaky hand out and offering her the kleenex. She smiled at him and took it. 

“Thank you, Bob,” Y/N said. 

“You know who I am?” 

“Of course, Bob Floyd, political science major. You sit in front of me during intro to strat,” Y/N said and packed up her books. Bob watched her as she moved quickly, “Thanks again. And I’ll see you at the party.” 

“Y-Yeah!” Bob called out to her. Once she was out of the library Bob cursed himself, “What the hell? You’re not going to the party. You don’t party.” 

— — — 

The music was too loud for Bob’s liking. He didn’t understand how people would like their music this loud. He couldn’t even understand what was being said. The house was hot and stuffy, with people all over the place. Bob found a corner of the kitchen that was somewhat uncrowded and close to the table of snacks. He was nursing a cup of sprite that he had poured himself and snacking on the various mixes. Bob had never been to a party before. 

His eyes scanned the kitchen, looking for Y/N. He knew that she was either already here or showing up late. He had watched Mean Girls before coming to the party, to somewhat understand what to expect. Apparently, you didn’t show up to parties at the time the host said they started, so Bob waited nearly an hour before arriving. He also felt slightly overdressed in his khaki pants, button up shirt, and vans. His roommates were wearing jeans and tshirts, and Bob made a mental note to go shopping for some. 

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Bob turned around and let out a breath, “Bobby Floyd? At a party.” 

“Hangman,” Bob sighed, “How are you?” 

“How am I?” Hangman said, “I am magnificent. How are you? And why are you here?” 

“I was invited,” Bob said. 

Hangman raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jake Seresin was two years older than Bob, and had met him during recruitment over the summer, and was one of the peer leaders in his tactile movement and strategy class. Jake was also the quarterback for the football team, and had perfectly styled blonde hair and a bright smile. Bob had tried to hide in the back of the class, but Jake easily picked him out of the class, and told him he was “taking him under his wing”. Bob took in the sight of Jake’s outfit, dark blue jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, and cowboy boots. 

“So really, why are you here?” Jake asked again. 

Bob opened his mouth to answer, when he heard Y/N’s voice enter the kitchen. She walked right past him, a couple girls right behind her. His blue eyes watched as she greeted some of the other party go-ers and poured herself a drink. Jake followed Bob’s eyesight and smirked. 

“The admiral’s daughter!? Way to go Bobby Boy,” Jake clapped him on the back, “I knew you didn’t just decide to show up cause you were “invited”.” 

“Why is it so hard to believe-” 

“Go talk to her,” Jake said. 

“Oh no, I-I can’t,” Bob shook his head, “She’s with. . . him.” Jake squinted his eyes and looked back up at where Y/N was now being crowded by Hermes. She looked uncomfortable as he put his hands on her hips and tried to pull her back into his chest. 

“The dude trying to force himself on her? Hermes? Nah, she’s not into him.” 

“Well, he looks into her.” 

“Bob, trust me, she’s not into him,” Jake said. 

“How do you know?” 

“Cause she’s walking over here right now,” Bob lifted his head up and his eyes widened as she walked over with determination. Jake took a step back as Y/N put herself by Bob, and wrapped a hand around his waist. 

“Babe! You’re here!” She smiled and kissed his cheek, “I told you, Adrian, my boyfriend is here.” 

“My fucking roommate? Next you’re going to tell me that his crying at night is actually cause you’re giving him head and not cause he misses his mom,” Hermes joked. 

“I don’t kiss and tell,” Y/N sassed. Jake smirked at Bob, who looked uncomfortable. Jake rolled his eyes, and subtly grabbed Bob’s hand to put around Y/N’s waist. He jumped at the feeling and Jake just nodded. 

“Listen, Hermes, how bout you and the freshman jock squad go take a walk,” Jake said, “You guys are fucking wasted. Now go, or I tell Coach Smith and we run Death Hill until someone really dies.” 

The group all agreed and disbanded. Y/N waited a bit, still keeping her arm around Bob until they were out of eyeshot. She sighed and untangled herself from Bob’s side, and Bob had to fight back a frown. 

“Thanks, Floyd,” She said and walked away from him. 

— — —

It was a beautiful night, and Bob could see the stars for once. That was something he missed since moving out East. You could hardly see the stars at night due to all the city lights and pollution. Back home, Bob would lay on his roof and look at the stars until the late hours at night. It helped calm him. He knew all the constellations in the sky, and could tell you their stories, and what season they are most prominent in. Currently, he was looking at Orion, and recalling one of his favorite stories about the constellation. 

He wondered if Y/N liked the stars too. He was surprised how quiet it was outside, most people preferred to be inside the sweaty, hot house. Those outside were couples making out, girls having a drunk heart to heart, or people smoking weed. Bob had been offered a joint, but was too scared to do it. He had smoked weed once with his older sister, and could remember how angry his dad had gotten when he threw up on the floor. Bob swore he wasn’t going to try the drug again. 

Bob’s moment of quiet was cut off by a hand landing on his shoulder. He jumped and looked over his shoulder at Hermes, Tank and Geco standing behind him. He felt his stomach drop and he scrambled to try and get away, but Tank and Geco grabbed his arms. 

“Bob, I don’t think we have properly introduced you to the SigEp house,” Hermes smirked. 

“I-I’ve been here before,” Bob said.

“Oh yeah, with Seresin,” Hermes nodded, “Your little butt buddy? Oh wait. . . that’s Frost isn’t it. Sorry I forget, that you like both of them to fuck you.” 

“I don’t do-” 

“I don’t give a fuck who fucks you in the ass, Floyd. But stay away from my girl.”

“She’s not yours,” Bob sneered. He wasn’t sure where that came from, but he hated the way Hermes was talking about Y/N. She wasn’t an object he could own. 

“No? Then why was she just sucking on my dick and not yours?” Hermes laughed and Bob felt himself deflate a bit, but shook his head. 

“Just let me go. I’ll leave the party,” Bob said honestly. 

“Oh no. . . No can do. Bobby Boy. It’s time for NIGHT SWIMMING!” Hermes yelled loudly, which seemed to get the attention of some of those in the house, because a group came rushing out. Y/N was dancing with Jake when she heard the commotion from outside. Her and Jake shared a look before pushing through the crowd to go outside. Jake saw Hermes first, standing up on a chair and cursed. 

“Shit. . .” Jake said, “It’s Bob.” 

Y/N pushed her way through the crowd and made it down the deck to the pool. Bob looked terrified in Geoc and Tank’s hold as Hermes was taunting him. She had been to enough frat parties to know what was going to happen. Hermes grabbed a random beer as Tank held Bob’s chin open. He dumped the alcohol into Bob’s mouth, not caring that he was fighting against the hold on his arms and choking. The crowd seemed to instigate the brutality even more as the three boys stripped Bob of his clothes. 

“Adrian! Stop, just let him go!” Y/N pleaded. 

“Oh look Floyd, you’re little girl friend is here. Hope you can swim!” Hermes yelled. 

“Throw him in! Throw him in! Throw him in!” The crowd cheered. Bob was frozen in fear, only in his underwear and socks. He tried with all his might to push out of Tank and Geco’s arms, but it was no use as they pushed him into the deepest part of the pool. The crowd all cheered as Bob was tossed in, the boys high fiving each other. 

“Help! Help me!”” Bob yelled as he started thrashing. 

“Calm the fuck down Floyd,” Hermes spat. 

“I can’t swim!” Bob felt his lungs starting to close up as he breathed in water. He frantically kicked his arms and legs, trying to keep himself up. The panic rose in his chest, and suddenly he felt like he was back in the lake as a child. He couldn’t see much other than blobs of people staring at him. 

“Bob!” Y/N ran towards the edge of the pool. Hermes grabbed her waist to stop her, but she kneed him in the balls, “Burn in hell.” She spat at Hermes, before jumping into the pool. 

Bob’s head started to spin as he felt his body being pulled under. He could feel the tears running down his face as fear had him in a vice grip. Y/N swam to him fast, and wrapped her arms around his chest. 

“Calm down!” She yelled, worried that Bob was going to pull her under as well, “I got you, kick your legs with me.” 

“I can’t!” Bob gasped out. 

“You can,” Y/N grunted and wrapped her arms under his armpits. Jake had made his way down to the side of the pool, and knelt down. “Breathe, Bob, I got you.” Bob took a deep breath as Y/N reached the edge of the pool. Jake grabbed Bob’s arms and pulled him out of the water. The crowd around was shocked as Bob laid on his back, coughing up water. Y/N pushed herself out of the pool, and helped roll Bob on his side, so he didn’t choke. Bob let out a sob, as he pushed himself up to his hands and knees. 

“We got you, Bob,” Jake said, rubbing his back. Y/N wasn’t sure what to say, brushed the wet locks of blonde hair out of his eyes. 

“The bitch can’t swim!” Hermes chuckled. 

“You could’ve killed him!” Y/N yelled at Hermes. 

“Just pointing out the weak ones,” Hermes shrugged. 

Y/N clenched her jaw and went to stand up, but Bob grabbed her wrist. She looked down at him and he shook his head. His chest was still heaving up and down, his blue eyes wet with tears. Y/N nodded and knelt back down next to him. 

“Alright. . . EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Jake yelled and the crowd quickly dispersed. Jake was angry and looked down at Bob, who seemed to be doing a bit better, “I’m going to get a towel. You okay?” Bob nodded and Jake looked at Y/N, “Frost?” 

“I will be,” Y/N said and Jake nodded, walking towards the house, “I’m so sor-” 

“I’m sorry,” Bob said, “Your dress is ruined.” 

“Are you really concerned about my dress?” She asked in disbelief, “Bob, you nearly died and you are worried about my dress.” 

“Seems expensive,” Bob waited a moment, sitting down on his butt and running a hand through his hair, “Shit. . . my glasses.” 

“Oh, I think they are at the bottom,” Y/N peered over the edge of the pool, and sure enough, his glasses were sitting at the bottom, “I can get-” He grabbed her wrist again to stop her. 

“Why did you save me?” 

“You needed-” 

“No,” Bob shook his head, “Someone would’ve jumped in eventually when I went passive. But why did you save me?” 

“Because. . . I like you Bob,” Y/N admitted, “A lot. And I should’ve done more to stop Adrian, and I am so sorry for what they did. This is going to be dealt with. They won’t get away with this, I plan on letting my-” Her words were cut off as Bob grabbed her face and kissed her. She froze for a split second, before kissing him back. Bob’s hand caressed her face as her hands went to the back of his neck. Their kiss was split up by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. 

“Well, excuse me for interrupting and saving my mentee from pneumonia,” Jake said, and handed Bob a towel, “You going to be okay, Floyd?” 

“I don’t plan on going swimming anytime soon,” Bob said looking up at Jake and then at Y/N, “But yeah,” He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together, “I’ll be okay.”

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Her Song part 8

"Don't be, Momma. I was just about to tell Scarlett and Florence how you're a stripper!" Oh god.

Scarlett and Florence abruptly look at me wide-eyed, and I laugh nervously. "I'm not- she doesn't even know what a stripper is."

"Yes I do. A stripper is a person who acts or dances in a seductive manner and gradually removes their clothing piece by piece, especially to the accompaniment of music. I looked it up," Syd states with a shrug.

"Oh god," I mumble to myself. "I'm not a stripper. I just, um..." I look to Ash for help, but she looks like she's about to piss herself laughing.

"Syd just means that...yeah, I got nothing. Sorry boss," Ash fails to give an excuse.

Sighing, I say "I was a stripper. I am not anymore." They nod, and Florence briefly rakes her eyes down my body, raising an eyebrow and smirking slightly. What the fuck. "Not that there's any shame in being a stripper," I quickly add. Maybe a little too quickly.

It gets uncomfortably quiet very fast, but luckily Ash 'saves' it. "Yeah, it just means that Y/N is very good with a pole. And lap dances." I slap my hand against my face and pray for someone to please make it stop. "Actually, I'm sure she'd be willing to show you guys," Ash adds.

"No, no I wouldn't. I mean I wouldn't be opposed to it, but I- no I'm not going to show you," I ramble, making it so much worse.

"What a shame, I'm sure Flo would love a demonstration," Scarlett says, smirking.

Florence blushes vibrantly and stumbles over her words, quickly averting her eyes from mine.

"Momma, are you sure they aren't your girlfriends?"

"Sydney, I swear to god I am going to sell you if you don't stop," I warn her, feeling like I am going to cry from embarrassment.

"Aw, don't sell her. She brings in nice tips," Ash says.

"Yeah, Mom. I bring in nice tips," the demon child sasses, blowing a raspberry at me.

"As...interesting as this has been, we should really get going," Scarlett says, trying not to laugh.

"Yes, but I'll see you tomorrow," Florence adds, looking directly at me. I smile lightly and nod, waving goodbye as they get up and leave.

Once they're gone, I groan loudly and drop my head against the counter. Syd scooches across the counter and lays her head on top of mine, mumbling "Sorry, Momma. Didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't upset me, baby. I'm just...some parts of my past are better kept private, okay?"

"Okay."

"That was funny as shit though," Ash snorts, bursting out in laughter.

"Ash said shit!" Syd yells.

"So did you!" I yell back.

Chaos. My life is chaos.

Later that night, around eight o'clock, Ash is long gone and Syd is asleep in front of the TV while I clean up. I don't expect to get anymore customers tonight, but the bell above the door rings. I look up, and Florence is walking in, briefly looking over to Syd before shooting me a crooked smile and asking "Can we talk?"

"Yeah, of course," I say with furrowed eyebrows, motioning for her to sit next to me at the counter. She sits down and I ask "What's up?"

"Um, I just wanna apologize for earlier. I know that it was none of our business, and you probably didn't want us to know all that-"

"Flo," I cut her off, laughing. "It doesn't bother me, really. Sometimes kids just talk a lot. It's no big deal. I mean, my past employment is not exactly something I advertise, but I'm not really ashamed of it, either. I did what I had to do to support my kid. And it got me here, so..."

"Do you mind me asking why, uh, why you-"

"Why I danced for horny men?" I finish for her. "Syd is...I love her with all my heart and she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I didn't- I didn't exactly conceive her willingly. Then I was on my own at sixteen years old, so I moved here and worked at a small diner until she was about two months old. I just didn't have enough money, so I walked into a club and they hired me at seventeen. I did dance most of my childhood, so I guess it was just a good fit. I got better at it, and two years later I had enough money to quit and open this place up," I explain, gesturing to the shop around us.

"That's..." Florence swallows thickly and looks down at the counter. "I'm really sorry you had to deal with all that on your own."

"I'm not," I say with a smile, looking over at Syd. "I do the best I can, and I may not be the best mother, but I've done everything I can for that girl. I just want her to be happy, and I've gotten us to a good place."

"That's amazing, Y/N. Truly." I smile and blink away the tears that had misted over my eyes, holding eye contact with Florence. She looks down at my lips, her breath catching in her throat before she turns away from me.

"So you've made up with your dad since then?" she asks. I send her a questioning look and she says, "You were talking to him on the phone earlier."

"Oh...yeah, I guess," I answer shortly. As much as I like Florence, I don't know her well enough to get into all of that.

"Right, well, I should head home. It's getting late."

"Hey, wait, are you walking home?" I ask.

"Yes, why?"

"Let me give you a ride. It's not safe to walk alone at night."

"I can just call an Uber."

"Don't be ridiculous. We won't get any more customers tonight, anyway," I state, standing up to get Syd. She's sound asleep, and her face is scrunched up the way it does when she has a headache, so I just pick her up instead of waking her.

I carry her to the doors and gesture with my head for Florence to follow, turning out the lights and locking the doors. "It's the blue Subaru," I tell Florence, pointing to the 2018 WRX parked on the street. I buckle Syd up and hop in the front. Florence gives me directions as I drive, and we quickly arrive at her apartment complex.

"Thank you for driving me, Y/N. You're very sweet."

"Anytime, Florence."

She leans over, kissing my cheek before getting out of the car and walking inside the building. I can feel myself blushing and internally scold myself. Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend. She. Has. A. Boyfriend.

"Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls comes on the radio and I scoff, glaring at the stereo system. "Don't mock me."

~

"And I'd give up forever to touch you 'cause I know that you'd feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't wanna go home right now."

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Everything indicates that "When The World Is Crashing Down" will end as expected, and although this fills me with sadness as I learned to love and root for the main couple, I think it's appropriate for Aegon to die. How could he survive after so much physical trauma? There is a limit to the human body, but if you want to use some 💫 magic 💫 or 💫the power of protagonism💫, I don't think anyone will complain 😬😚

However, I wondered what I would like Angel to say to Cregan, or what I would say in her place. I imagine this:

Greens lose, blacks win, everything according to the book.

After crowning Aegon the Younger, Cregan returns to Winterfeel taking Angel with him. She seems isolated, apathetic, just a ghost of who she once was, a ghost of the image Cregan created in his head of who she was. He assumes it is because of all the suffering she went through as a prisoner of the Greens and is gentlemanly and respectful towards her, but still wants the engagement to go through. Angel doesn't oppose anything. What else could she do? She is just a woman, she has suffered so many losses and she still had to marry the man responsible for it. All the joy drained from her body along with Aegon's death. All that remains now is an empty body.

On their wedding night, after all the festivities, in which Angel spent the entire day without expressing an emotion, the two prepare to consummate their marriage.

Cregan is anxious and a little reluctant, afraid of hurting her. But Angel appears cold and indifferent. He assumes it's nervousness, embarrassment or modesty. He says she doesn't need to be afraid, he will treat her well, that he knows what the usurper did to her and that it will be nothing like the same.

The moment those words leave Cregan's mouth, something rises in Angel.

She slowly turns around and faces her new husband.

"What did he do to me? Do you know what he did to me? Of course not. How could you? You never asked me anything. Nobody ever asked me anything. They just assumed the worst that could have happened, accepted it as truth and slandered my name to the seven kingdoms. But no one ever asked me anything! Do you want to know what he did to me?"

Cregan tries to interrupt her, says she doesn't need to relive this moment of suffering. She gives a dry laugh, looks firmly at him and replies:

"Nothing. He never did anything to me. It's true, he took my maidenhood, but not without my consent. All the times, days and nights, that I lay in his bed was because I wanted to. But not just in his bed. On the floor, in the library, on the couch..." she says teasing him with venom in her words "Wherever he wanted me I gave myself to him willingly. Do you know why? Because I loved him. Truly, deeply and intensely. I LOVED HIM! I married him under the traditions of Old Valyria. I CHOSE HIM. AND YOU" pointing her finger at his chest "TOOK HIM FOR ME!"

By now, Angel is filled with hatred, resentment and bitterness

"Look at me, I want you to look into my eyes when I tell you this: you can have me as your wife, you may take my body, but you, Cregan Stark, will never, EVER possess my heart, for it is already dead along with the man I loved. King Aegon, second of his name, of the houses Targaryen and Hightower. The true love of my life. If you want to have me, you will have to force yourself on me and you will become exactly what you accused Aegon of being".

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Or, in a simplified way, as Adele said " You may have my number, you can take my name. But you'll never have my heart"

- 🎭

Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Why would you make me read this. This fucked me up so bad. Oh my godddddd!!! My heart is broken! I'm crying into my cherry cheesecake! Is this what y'all feel like when you read my angsty angsty fics?? I need HELP! This is a WAR CRIME!

[luvjordie]

Wet Part 2

Find Part One: here

Summary: Steve is dedicated to making things right with you, though he doesnt realize he wants to emerge as more than friends

Warnings: Cursing, use of y/n, implied f reader ( if i messed up w prnouns, same as last time PLS LET ME KNOW), unedited, shitty ending, fighting, alcohol use, unedited asf

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“Okay. We need to talk” Steve had a stern look on his face as he spoke to the girl in front of him.

“Do we though?” Not only was she making him nervous, but she was making the task impossibly difficult for him.

“Yes. I want to start with saying im so-“

“Youre sorry? Really Harrington, thats bullshit you just want to get in my pants” She said, oh so obviously holding back a laugh.

“Robin i swear to god.” Okay, In his defense, Robin did basically force him to participate in this practice argument with him.

“What? You we’re kind of a slut last time you saw her.” Ouch.. he thought. But it was true. Steve most definitely had not been known for his great reputation at ‘boyfriend’.

He was going to suggest that they try again, but before he could speak there was a slight tap on her window before Margo came tumbling into the room.

“BIRDIE! And Steve,” She glared over at him, “I think i left my drumsticks here yesterday, have you seen them? We kind of have a gig at Tommy Hagens pool party and the drummer just might need her drumsticks. Itd be kind of hard to back up Y/ns vocals if i didnt have them, I mean shes really good and has great projection, but she needs something to-“ If it wasnt obvious, Margo and Robin have the same rambling habit.

“Desk, ill be ready in a few. You going to Hagens party too Steven?” Robin asked, hopping off of her bed to help the latter in her search. She knew of Steves history of the boy, but she also knew that he wanted to be financially stable when he was older; and Steves father had made it pretty clear that if Steve cut off his connections, hed be left in the dust for real this time.

“Stop ‘full naming’ me asshole. But yeah I kinda have to. Didnt know you guys had a gig there, though .”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.,” Margo shrugged, but her and Robin gave each other a look that low key freaked Steve out, “Just hurry and go get ready and uh remember what we talked about. Thank you for m’ sticks Birdie, Im out.” Margo kissed Robin on the cheek, and crawled back out of the window less than elegantly. Who was going to tell her Robins parents were out on a couples retreat this week, and that there was no need to crawl out of the window? Not him thats for sure- No fucking way willingly hed sit through another five minutes of their sickening cuteness.

“You should go now too Dingus, party remember? Go get dressed, pick me up in an hour. Well go, have fun, get drunk, talk to Y/n/n. You know like in the good old days” She smiled, like she was up to something, pushing him out of the room slightly.

“The good old days? Really?” Steve was mildly unamused, but left the house all the same. Maybe getting a drink or two in him wouldnt be all that bad, Tommys parties were usually unorganized and chaotic, so he might not even run into Y/n. You know, when shes not on the big ass stage he knows Tommy rented, “just for her.”

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“Margs have you seen my glasses?” You called down from the stage, while Margo maneuvered herself around the few people that arrived early, in search of a beer, or like a caprisun or something. She had range.

“Gave em to Ajax” She yelled, still searching. Before you could turn around and look for the bassist, the glasses flew at you like a paper airplane. You were just barely able to catch them.

“Told you i could throw them up there, you immature ass.” Ajax muttered to Jonathan.

“I wasnt doubting you, dickwad. It was a statement.” Jonathan seemed to enjoy going to the parties where there would be a band playing, especially yours. Anyone else would think he just goes to get a glimpse up your skirt, but to anyone that knew him, it was clear he wanted practice for his future job of photographing rock bands. It was a diverse group of people you hung out with, really.

“Hey Henderson!” You looked up to see Tommy Hagen, the one throwing this party, waving at you from atop the diving board. Once you two made eye contact, he tried- really tried- to impress you with a jump. And it wouldve worked, if when he was about to jump in, a football didnt hit him in the ribs.

“OH SHIT-“ You exclaimed through a laugh, still glad to see that Tommy was able to resurface without needing CPR from Jason Carver.

“Oops-“ Ajax mumbled, as he and Jonathan slinked away together, laughing under their breaths. You shook your head in amusement, before placing the glasses on your head, and bending down to finish setting up the amps.

In no way were you into Tommy Hagen. He was an asshole, and it was pretty obvious that he thought of you as an accomplishment to add to his mental trophy case. Though, itd been a while since someone tried to impress you like that. Not who I wanted to have jumped into a 8 foot pool for me today. You thought, nearly laughing out loud at your own thoughts. HAH, scratch that. I bet he doesnt even remember we dated.

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“We’re late because of you, i hope you know that” Steve mumbled at the girl who was currently holding onto his arm for dear life. Robin enjoyed coming to these things sure, but she needed someone to hold onto in these crowds.

“Its not my fault, I swear. It was in my little green notebook except i think i left it in my overalls at my dad’s house, but the overalls were in my closet at my moms house so i was really really confused and then you came and i didn’t- HEY MARGO! Later Dingus.” Robins rant this time was about how they were thirty minutes late because she couldnt find the paper she wrote Margos favorite color down on. Sickening cuteness, he thought to himself.

Steve looked over at the stage that had been set up in the Hagens massive backyard, to see Ajax up there tuning his bass guitar, and Margo was off somewhere with Robin, but he couldnt see you anywhere. You know, until he did.

You were off by the punch bowl, looking slightly uncomfortable, in the way that nobody but someone whos memorized the way you smile when youre happy would notice. With Tommy Hagen.

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“Oh yeah, I mean, I leave sometime next week, so i dont think ill be able to make it.” You murmured, slightly annoyed that he wasnt getting the hint. Or that he didnt want to.

“Oh well thats alright princess,” you winced slightly at the nickname, “We can move it to tomorrow if youre free.” He smiled widely, raising his eyebrows as he waited for your response. Before you could turn him down, he spoke again. “Well look who showed, Steve Harrington, everybody. Did you know he was gonna be here princess? I didnt think hed actually show, you know hes kind of a wuss.” Tommy spoke loudly as Steve approached him, in an attempt to draw a crowd. One that worked.

“Oh come on, Tommy knock it off.” You said, trying to dissipate the situation before anyone did anything stupid. Steve and Tommy didnt have the greatest track record when it came to these things.

“Shut it, Hagen. Youre making her uncomfortable, knock it the hell off.” Steve said sternly, stopping a few feet from Tommy.

“Oh and you would know? I mean you guys dated for what a few months, before you dropped her for little miss perfect. Come on man you barely even know the girl, let alone what makes her uncomfortable. Hell i bet you dont even know what makes her comfortable, you know what really riles her up. Do ya Harr-“

Oh my fucking god.

“STOP GUYS STOP WHAT THE HELL- STEVE GET OFF OF HIM WHAT THE FUCK” You were yelling before you could even process what was going on. Steve was beating the absolute shit out of Tommy.

“DINGUS GET OFF OF HIM JESUS CHRIST” Now Robin was joined in on your yelling, along with the majority of the partygoers chanting ‘Fight Fight Fight’ or the occasional ‘Beat his ass Tommy’ and ‘Fuck him up Harrington.’

What the hell did he think he was trying to accomplish here

It wasnt long before the fight was broken up, Steve winning by a long shot, though he was definitely fucked up. You couldnt help the pang of pride you felt for him in your chest though, because according to Dustin filling you in on everything you missed upside down wise, this was the first fight hes won against a human since Starcourt.

It was still a pain in the ass to drag him to your car.

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Steve woke up to the soft sound of strumming in the next room over. He wasnt really sure of what the hell was going on, until he tried to stand up, and was hit with a horrible pounding in his head, and suddenly all his wounds felt fresh again. Though, technically they were still fresh . It had only been forty five minutes.

He kept a hand on his head, because he felt it was the only thing keeping him from passing out, and padded his way out of his room and into the guest room.

There, he found you singing.

‘You adored me before, oh my good looking boy.’ You sung, softly strumming, while still blissfully unaware Steve had woken up.

You were still wearing the makeup from earlier, purples and navy blues covering your face, to match the bands theme. Your hair was still styled like how it was in the video from the other day. You looked beautiful. Even if you were so clearly stressed out by Steves actions.

‘The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it AGH-“ Now you were aware of his presence. Steve winced at the loud noise, and you apologized quietly, placing your guitar on the guest bed.

“Did i wake you up?” You asked looking up at him as he stood against the door frame, still cradling his head with one hand.

“No, no, you didnt. Woke up on m’ own” He mumbled.

“Good. Now i get to me mad. What the hell were you thinking earlier Steve. That was fucking stupid, Tommy couldve gotten seriously injured, and so could you.” You scolded, grabbing his wrist harshly and dragged him to the bathroom.

“He was being a dick, he deserved it.” He said, as you pushed him against the counter until he got the hint to sit down.

“Move your legs really quick… And youve been a total dick recently, I havent beat the shit out of you.” You reached under the sink for the first aid kit, before standing back up and placing it on the counter next to Steves thigh.

“What do you mean Ive been a dick?” His eyebrows scrunched together when you started laughing. Because of course hed been a dick. Itd been four years, and he was still ignoring you like a twelve year old.

“Okay, okay, that was my bad. I have been a dick.”

“Clearly.” You smiled sweetly at him, before using the towel youd wet as you spoke to wipe the dry blood off of his face.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yeah. Go ahead” He was thinking you were just going to ask what he was thinking when he hit Tommy, or something along those lines. Definitely not,

“Why did you break up with me?” He looked at you, straight into your eyes. He could tell, just by looking at you, that you were just curious. No tears, no annoyance, just pure curiosity.

“Honestly?,” You nodded slowly, “I couldnt deal. I mean I wasn’t exactly boyfriend of the century back then. You made me feel.. Light? In a way. Like I didnt have to worry about graduating, or getting a shitty job working for my dad, hell or even what people thought about me. I mean, my girlfriend was going to be a rockstar, “He smiled at you, “But i couldnt go through with it. None of it. I guess I was scared, and Nancy was the safest option, you know? Little miss perfect, is that was Tommy said? Yeah thats what I thought back then too. Its stupid i know, but it was safe.” Steve was looking at you, and the small smile on your face, and he couldnt help but laugh a little. “What-“ He laughed a little more, causing you to join in.

“Wait can i- sorry- Can i clean your cuts first? So you dont double hate me after this?” You said through a fit of laughter, reaching for the first aid kit again.

“Yeah, yeah go ahead.” He said, calming down a little in anticipation for the pain.

“Sorry sorry sorry-“ You said as he hissed in pain, eyes closed, with his head leaning into your hand.

“Its all good. ‘S all goodd” He said, looking up at you once more.

“Anyway. I was laughing because youre a total fucking idiot, Steve Harrington. I mean you just beat up Tommy Hagen at his own party, halfway through one of my gigs. Youre still best friends with my little brother, despite avoiding me for the last four years, and youve yet to try and embarrass me for writing songs about you. Youve changed Steve. Its freaky, if im being honest”

“You write songs about me?” He asked. Robin had told him that youd done it before, but he always just assumed they were old songs. From before.

“.. You didnt know?�� Now your once curious, calm features, were nothing but pure panic.

“No?? I thought maybe youd met someone in LA, you know?”

“And it doesnt bother you? Like at all”

“I mean i kinda wish you told me, then i couldve asked this three years ago,” He chuckled lowly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that was holding his face lightly, “Can i, uh, could i ki-“ Before he could finish, he was cut off by your lips pressing against his. It tasted like your chapstick, strawberry flavored just as he remembered, and the punch from earlier, still tinged with a but of alcohol. You pulled away for air after a few moments, and the shocked look on Steves face kinda freaked you out.

“Sorry- Shouldnt have cut you off. Thats like, thats my ba-“ This time he cut you off, cupping your cheeks and lightly pulling you toward him.

“Dont be sorry. I should be sorry, I was going to start with sorry, but Robin said it would sound insincere or whatever” He murmured against your lips, causing you to laugh a little.

“I mean you were the one who suggested we kiss- Come on Steve, be better” You scolded mockingly.

“Yeah, yeah. But uh maybe we should tell her and Margo to stop, like plotting either our demise or our like borderline reconciliation-“ He laughed a bit, because it was so, so obvious that was their main goal in life then.

“Borderline? You are really bad at this, Harrington.” You laughed some more, placing a light kiss to his nose.

“Oh shut up, I know you missed me” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Definitely”

a/n: not my best work but im still getting used to writing fanfic again, so im getting there 😭 post’s might be a little infrequent because cheer szn is starting agaim, but i am accepting requests, so if u have any lmkk🫶🏾 i write for steve, eddie, ethan landry, and robin rn (currently hyperfixated on stranger things and scream rn lmaoo)

[stevishabitat]

Did I never post this??? Found it in a folder and then searched my posts and apparently I didn't.

Anyway...

My Notes While Watching Daredevil 2003

First, the NYC building lights changing to braille, changing to text? Cool.

DD draped around the cross? Iconic.

DD splatting on the floor of the church? Typical.

My kiddo giggled.

Me: Oh Matty, you're so good at superheroing...

Oh wow, the young!Matt actor looks shockingly like Charlie Cox. Even more so than the kid in the Netflix series (which is fine though, that kid was a hell of an actor!)

Is his dad already retired from boxing at this point?

Special effects for Matt's senses is pretty cool. Possibly better than the 'world on fire' stuff in the series.

Ah, I see. Jack is going back to boxing, to get out from under Fallon's thumb?

No Stick? He's training himself?

Parkour!Matt

Oh damn, he's there in person? Hearing the whole murder?

OK this is all a little over-dramatic.

TF? He's in a sensory isolation tank? Weirdo.

Yikes, that is truly some hair.

LOL, Foggy is Happy Hogan, OMG.

Matt is a little too uptight for my liking. Maybe he'll feel better after punching somebody.

Woah, he's gonna start something in front of all those people? No back alley? Dude, at least take him out to the hallway...

Fuck. Flashing lights. There wasn't even a warning on this.

And apparently no descriptive audio??? Fail. HBO. Absolute fail.

Got my kiddo to tell me when the flashing lights were over. God I hate that shit. My head was already splitting.

Woah. Did he just let that guy die???

No no no. He left a calling card? Who is this? #NotmyMatthew.

He has a secret lair? And/or his apartment is in the church crypt? What even...

Why does Heather sound like she's calling from the 80s?

He just pulled out a tooth. Gross.

Wait wait wait... He *sleeps* in the isolation tank? Dramatic bitch.

Oh, they went full 'Irish priest' on the priest, huh? Irritating. Offensive.

Matt really is uptight. And do he and Foggy even like each other?

Oh its the hot girl radar.

Aaaaaand we get our first blind joke as Foggy has a coronary in the background. This feels more normal.

Oh, Matt, creepy stalker is not a good look.

WTF is this? In broad daylight? I assume this is Elektra?

Did not like any of that.

Well here we have someone who is obviously Fisk. Smarmy looking weasel is Wesley?

Mr. Natchios *daughter* would willingly and easily take your head off, Wilson.

Bullseye is a skinhead? A skinhead who is also Colin Farrell. OK then.

Oh look, finally a good fucking hallway.

You're not the bad guy, huh? You just stand in the rain like a sad puppy and convince yourself.

I love how Foggy assumes he's the plus one.

Why does Foggy put up with him being like that?

Self pity?? Get ahold of yourself Matthew.

"What happens to that lie detector of yours when it detects your own bullshit?"

Good question Fog.

Foggy has to know about his senses then, yeah? But it doesn't seem like he knows about Daredevil? That's... strange.

Oh god, it's the rain trope.

Definitely prefer the boxing ring sex scene. This is boring. Zero chemistry. Possibly because Ben Affleck has no emotional range.

Party time.

All the cigarettes and cigars must be hell for Matt.

Eww, he *sniffed* her. My Matt would never.

Aaaaaand the glasses trope. And now we're sad about his blindness. Gross.

Fight time!

Meh.

Oh damn, that was unexpected. Are we going to pit Elektra against Daredevil now?

Damn, more flashing lights.

Time for guilt and self flagellation...

No no no no.... It's Evanescence, I can no longer take this movie seriously.

Matthew left his billy club behind like an amateur.

Also, I just realized his cane is really short. Like... really short. That's weird. His sighted guide technique seems inconsistent too. Somebody needed more practice.

More Evanescence. Please send help.

Elektra's training montage looks like it was copied straight from BTVS. Could easily have been Eliza Dushku in that scene. In fact, maybe Eliza Dushku would have been better.

Well now what, kids? She's just gonna believe him that it wasn't his fault? Could we get a little emotion from these people?

Bullseye & Elektra fight! And it's over real fast.

Oh no, really? Is she getting fridged? Shit. That's disappointing. I wanted a full-on team-up to take down Kingpin.

Apparently Matt's radar has been knocked out a bit.

I dislike the smugness of this Bullseye. Our Dex was somehow more sympathetic, even if he was a horrible person. Granted, when is Colin Farrell ever sympathetic?

They really went for actors who refuse to emote. It's a whole theme here.

Oh damn, using the church bells against Matt? Clever.

None of these fights are doing it for me.

Damn, Wilson is just gonna Hulk smash our baby.

The lightning is killing me. And now with way too much rain. Like visual snow. Sensory nightmare. Can't even watch this fight.

Mr. Fisk, you've just made yourself an archenemy.

This is better Matt and Foggy banter. I guess Matt got some stuff out of his system. Apparently he's not that sad about Elektra?

Oh, that's a nice t-shirt.

Urich, you aren't gonna out him are you?

Nah, I didn't think so.

Woah. A mid-credits scene? That's a surprise. I recently watched The Incredible Hulk, and mentioned to kiddo that the final scene felt like it should have been a mid-credits scene. But I said that was less of a thing at the time. But this is even older. Weird.

OK. Thoughts. I feel like the entire script needed more editing. I feel like it didn't do enough to make Matt likeable. I needed more Foggy & Matt friendship and less snarking. Idk if part of it was Ben Affleck's acting, making Matt too stoic?

Elektra was incredibly disappointing. Especially the fridging. Yikes. Way to really counteract any build-up of the character and the little bit of agency she had, just to take her out like that. She should have been way more formidable.

There was definitely some cringey moments of ableism and stale blind tropes that easily could have been avoided if they'd had someone read the script with that in mind.

I've lost all respect for Joss Whedon over the years, but I feel like back in 2003, if he'd had the opportunity to edit this script, it would have been better. I kept looking at how they played Elektra, and all of the church imagery and stuff, and it felt almost like a knock-off of Buffy/Angel. So if you're going that route, just get the guy who knows how to do it successfully, right?

Anyway, it scratched a bit of the Daredevil itch. But there was a lot that I feel like could have been so much better with a little more effort on the script, and maybe a few different acting/directing choices.

And it could have had 100% fewer flashing light scenes. Damn, I really didn't remember movies being that bad about that in the early 2000s.

Speaking of the early 2000s, how about that soundtrack, huh? Ode to 2003 pop radio, lol. I had flashbacks to the office I worked in at the time and how the radio station was playing Evanescence like every third song all day long.