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zawasdarkcirclez · 4 years ago

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How Bakusquad Asks You to Prom

Mina Ashido:

-Mina’s definitely got something really pretty planned

-She’s most likely a little dressed up with a cute little dress on

-This is all taking place in the common area

-Everybody besides you knew what was happening and were hiding in the corners of the room and against the wall

-Aizawa was even there claiming that he felt most comfortable if there was a teacher and adult present with all of these candles burning Mina, Denki, and Sero filled him in one day when he was trying to grade papers

-In reality though, he just wanted to be there to see how it would play out after hearing all the talk about it

-Y’all do be his kids after all

-You keep getting texts from Mina and everyone telling you Aizawa is calling everybody to the commons right now and that you’re late as hell

-You’re out of breath running to the room and realize you don’t see the lights on from where you stand

- Walking in however, you’re greeted with soft jazz music

-Mina standing in the middle of the room with a bouquet of flowers

-In front of her on the floor are candles spelling out “Prom?”

-Not gonna lie she’s a little nervous

-Fingers fiddling for sure

“HEY-uh Y/n.. PROM??“

-You said yes no doubt. Sorry I don’t make the rules

-You were literally stunned, she looked amazing, everything looked so cute, the effort was there. CONGRATULATIONS you won

-Everybody of course had to then hop out from the darkness of the room cheering and recording as you and Mina hug

-Queue Denki + Sero dapping each other up

-Midoriya tearing up

-Mineta full on crying because Mina is now taken

-Todoroki still standing by the wall 🧍‍♂️

-You and Mina definetly had some of the best prom fits

Katsuki Bakugo:

-You were already dating Katsuki, leading him to believe you were well aware that you were going to prom with him

-So when he overheard Momo ask you about plans for prom and you responded saying

-”Oh, prom? ...I’m not really sure I’m doing all that.”

-He was STOMP.ING over and Momo was tiptoeing away not wanting to get caught in another one of his outbursts

-”What the hell do you mean you’re not doing that?!”

-”You don’t want to go with me or what?!”

-”Did I do something? If I made you upset, you should have said something, Dumbass!!”

-”Actually, you know what, I don’t care! You’re going.”

-”With me!”

-You rolled your eyes jokingly

-”Well that sure is one way to ask.” you chuckled and patted his side walking away to go back to your desk

-You were not complaining by any means, but with the intensity of Katsuki’s ability to read behind your words, he knew he was picking up on something else

-Thinking back, he did notice the little way your eyes would glow as your friends were getting asked left and right

-Even when Bakugo mumbles beside you about “Why the hell’s he doing all this like she’s not already his girlfriend.”

-You’ve seen posters, candies, gifts etc.

-But all you truly wanted was for Bakugo to possibly let down a wall of his and utter the same words to you

-But you would never ever push him to do it, in fear of overstepping a boundary

-This in mind though, and with Bakugo being as invested and in love with you as he is, and not willing to admit, he plans something little so you can have a little moment to blab to your friends about too or whatever 🙄

-He’ll be damned if its in public though

-For sure expect to be woken up late at night, leaving you surprised considering yk his bedtime and all

-He’s shaking your shoulder and grumbling to you to “Wake your ass up, or I’ll leave.”

-You turn seeing Bakugo with a candle he over burnt a little bit with his quirk, your favorite snack, a teddy bear, and a little jewelry box

-“Will you uhh..” his eyes dart away from you and he hears you giggle

-”Shut up!! ... ”

-”Will you go to prom with me, Y/n?” he asks shoving the snacks and bear a little in your direction

-”Of course Katsu.”

-He smirked, opening the jewelry box

-”And you make sure to wear this little beauty around that neck of yours at this damn dance, okay?”

Denki Kaminari:

-I’m sorry but you completely spoiled Denki’s surprise

-Well it was a team effort

-He had already accidentally said too much one day without realizing so you knew he most definitely had “Something exciting to ask you”

-But bbbbruh

-The panic everyone screamed in when you randomly walked into Denki’s room while him and the rest of the Bakusquad decorated

-He jumped off the little ladder he was standing on in the corner and turned you around by your shoulders ushering you out

-”ahHa ha...”

-It’s silent for a couple second while you both plan what to say now

Simultaneously:

-“Denki I am SOOO sorry“

and

-”A little earlier than planned”

-Everyone has an ear pressed against the door at this point to listen

-”Well..surprise! I’ll tell you what though,”

-His hands reached for yours

-”I’m a liiittle busy right now.. You know what for, but let’s pretend you don’t.”

-He turns speed walking and dragging you with him

-”So you go relax for a little bit, do some studying or something. Put on one of your cute little outfits, and I’ll be by later to come get you because you’ve got a hot date in my room say around..8:30?”

-You nod, catching your breath and realized he has delivered you all the way back to your own dorm

-Before you could turn and ask any other questions, that boy is booking it around the corner to get back to his room

-Upon walking in he is greeted with bunches of “what happened?”s from his friends and a slap to the back of his head from Bakugo

-Yes they somehow got Bakugo to help

-”Guys! Guys! We’re good, why did nobody keep decorating? Come on people we have until 8:25 and then you all have got to go!”

-Fast forward to 8:30, he’s opening the door for you and guiding you inside with a hand on your back

-He’s cheesing like a fool I promise you

-Sure you already saw part of it but not nearly the end result

-”So, will you go to prom with me?”

-”Uhm, YES!”

-Y’all can hear Sero and Kiri hooting and cheering from Bakugo’s room across the hall followed by a

-”Shut up or get out you idiots!!”

-You and Denki definitely won the top spots in the Prom Court

Eijiro Kirishima:

-Kiri definitely has a little cliche possibly cringe idea he saw online

-But it’s still cute as hell because I mean hello it’s Kirishima

-All his friends were struggling planning things while he was sitting there CHILLEN

-Denki turned like “Uhhh..Bro, you all set or something? You’re looking mighty not-busy over here.”

-”Yeah man. This was eeasyy. I found exactly what I wanted to do. They’ll love it.”

-By this point everyone had been listening, and then he was bombarded with several voices asking for ideas and inspiration from him

-All voices went silent though when he whipped out his phone to show them

-”Dude.”

-”You’re joking.”

-”Tch. Dumbass..”

-He’s not even a little worried about their reactions

-If there’s one thing he knows it’s YOU

-And YOU love anything Kirishima does

-Let’s not lie we’re all whipped

-And y’all are just some chill ass individuals and cornballs with the same humor

-He spends the entire evening that day drawing out his sign and gathering things he needs and whatnot

-When you walk into class greeted with some yummy food and cheesy saying on your desk, you smirked knowing it was the one and only

-”Surprisee!” he would sing wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek

-”Pretty manly, huh?”

-When the rest of the class sees how it actually turned out in comparison to the picture he showed, they kinda regretted trying to get on him

-Especially since you were right in front of them enjoying it

-Shit was kinda sweet

-Ya know, seeing y’all be all perfect for each other and all

-”Ah, you’re so cute. It’s great!” your face was lighting up as you plopped down in your seat

-The rest of class everyone was still stressing between lessons about their own prom situations

-And cutting their eyes at you and Kiri

-The two of you are now sitting side by side, his arm around you shoulders and both of your mouths full of sushi

-Prom is literally a dream with this man

-I feel like he would dress with the most casually classy look

-Velcro shoes acquired 😎

-Y’all are so in love you don’t even realize how visible it is

-The whole night is you two soo lost in each other uhghh

Hanta Sero:

-Sero is cool as fuck

-I just had to say that first sorreh

-He’d definitely do something real low-key and cute

-It’s not anything public or in front of everybody and their mother

-The two of you hang out by yourselves and have little ~dates~ and what not kind of often

-So him knocking at your dorm door telling you to get ready to go in 30 minutes was nothing suspicious

-After a light walk from campus y’all reached a point where he told you to close your eyes and let him guide you

-Considers covering your eyes with his tape but doesn't want to end up literally yanking off your eyebrows when he takes it off

-You settle for one hand over your eyes, and one hand in his

-Sero almost knocks you into stuff on purpose and you know it

-But eventually he’s telling you to open your eyes and

- 🥲

-A literal gasp

-”Ohh my gosh! Sero!? What is this!?”

-You’re literally bouncin up and down

-A whole little picnic has been set up in the middle of some random park by the school just for the two of you

-He’s just smiling and rubbing at the back of his neck

-He’s cool, but he can’t lie, especially when it comes to you, he’s a liiittle bit of a uhh wreck?

-Just hides it like an expert

-”Have a seat”

-He’ll take your hand as you sit to help you wibudfverkfcj;e

-Y’all are snacking and chatting, snacking and chatting

-Everything is literally perfect with him, genuinely so nice to be around

-Around when the sun is almost getting ready to set and the two of you are thinking about heading back to the dorms he stops you for a second

-”Uhm, Y/n. I’m just gonna cut straight to it.”

-”You wanna go to prom with me?”

-He’s looking straight into your soul I swear

-You tell him you’d love too and boooy oh boy the weight off this man’s shoulders

-Everyone wonders what went down when the two of you walk back into the building hand in hand and giggling and smiling with each other

-Of course the two of you nonchalantly fill them in when they ask, but the best details stayed between the two of you

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forever-rogue · 5 years ago

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Hi darling. I would like to request Frankie being overprotective when reader is sick. I have headache rn and I would like to see how our cutie boy can handle it. Thank you 🤩

I love the idea of an overprotective Frankie 🥺 He would be such a good caregiver.

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You set the warm kettle back down as you finished pouring the steaming water into your mug. Spying your favorite tea in the cabinet, you grabbed and opened it fishing out one of the last teabags. You'd have to get more when you went to the store next time. You loathed running out of it, especially now that colder months were starting.

"What are you doing?" Frankie caught you completely off guard as he came back into the kitchen, canvas totes in each hand, filled with fresh groceries. You had dropped the tea in surprise but offered him a sheepish look as he came over and set the bags on the counter, "Honey Bee, you should be in bed."

"I know," you managed to croak out, your throat still dry and scratchy. You'd come down with a harsh cold, which had caused you to have stay home from work and rest. Frankie, the ever doting boyfriend, had taken on the role of caregiver rather well, and had been waiting on you hand and foot, trying to help you to feel better. You hated depending on someone else for everything, but this cold had really knocked you down and out, "I didn't know when you'd be back and really wanted some tea. I can do some things myself."

"I know," he agreed, taking the bag and dipping into the mug for you, adding just a bit of honey like he knew you enjoyed. His hand found your cheek as he stroked your skin delicately before placing a kiss to your forehead, "but its okay to let me help you out. You always do it for me. But come, let's get you back to bed."

"Are you sure?" you asked quietly, "I can help put away groceries and stuff. At least let me help that much..."

"Absolutely not, out of the question," he insisted fervently, wrapping an arm your waist and holding your tea in the other as he led you back to bed. You didn't even bother to argue with him, knowing there was no point.

Setting down your tea on the bedside table, next to a picture of the two of you that you loved, he pulled back the covers and ushered you under them. It was like the universe was on his side because as soon as your head hit the pillows, you were heavy with sleep again. Sniffling a yawn, you offered your love a soft smile, "thank you, Frankie. You're the best and I love you more than words could describe."

"I love you too," he promised softly, "now just rest. But if you need anything, call me. I'm going to and make some soup, okay? After that I'll draw you a bath, if you would like."

"I don't deserve you," it was a wistful sigh as you snuggled into the blankets and he offered you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Of course you do," he promised gently, "you deserve the world. Now rest, and if you need anything-"

"I'll call for you," you confirmed with a sleepy grin. He nodded before leaving the room closing the door ever so slightly.

He'd gone to the grocery store early that morning in order to get everything for homemade chicken noodle soup. It was his Abuela's recipe and he swore by it, sure if he had helped him through many colds in the past.

Frankie hated seeing you sick, knowing how independent you were and much you despised relying on the help of others. But he wasn't about to let you handle things on your own either. He had a feeling you'd be okay and feeling much better after the soup anyways, and surely you'd he right as rain in a few days.

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When stirred from slumber again, the sun was setting and casting the room in a soft, pinkish orange glow. You stretched and yawned and almost as if on queue, Frankie popped his head into the room.

"Hi baby," he said softly as he came over to you, his hand going to your forehead to set check for any signs of fever, "how are you feeling?"

"Better, I think," you admitted, the tired heaviness of your aching body feeling ever so slightly relieved, "I must have been out for hours."

"You were," he confirmed, "but you need to listen to your body as well and right now your body needs the rest."

"Apparently so," you agreed as you pushed back the blankets, "is that your Abuela's soup I smell?"

"Indeed it is," he grinned at you, "it can work miracles after all. It just needs to finish simmering for a while and it will he ready soon. I made some bread to go with it too."

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Francisco. Thank you for taking such good care of me," you beamed as you ran a hand through his dark locks.

"Like I said, you do the same for me," he said gently, "and I love you. Now, what do you say about a bath?"

"Are you saying I stink?!" you joked as he leaned in and pretended to smell you. He jerked back and scrunched up his nose as you glared at him.

"Very stinky, baby," he almost giggled with laughter, "definitely time for a bathroom. You smell like honey and vaporub."

"Jerk," you teased as you slid your legs out of the bed in order to head to the bathroom. But Frankie was quicker and easily scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the ensuite bathroom, "ahh, what a prince my love is."

"Nah," he teased, "don't get used to it."

But you already were. Because Frankie was like this all the time, treating you like you were the only thing that mattered, because in a lot of ways to him, you were. But you loved and adored him with just as much reverent devotion.

Frankie gently set you back down before turning on the water, fiddling with the taps for a moment to get the temperature just before dropping in some of your favorite bubble bath. Stripping off your pajamas, you quickly stepped into the water, sinking down and letting the rising water start to envelope you. A small groan of pleasure left your lips as Frankie sat down the floor next to you, resting his arms atop the edge and watching you closely.

"What?" you asked as you grabbed a few bubbles and placed them on the tip of his nose, "never seen a pathetic sickling take a bath before?"

"Shush," he said as you blew some bubbles right back at you, "you are always beautiful, no matter what you look like or how you feel."

"Mhmm," you replied as you leaned back and closed your eyes, "whatever you say, mi amor."

"Exactly," he insisted, "do you want me to wash your hair?"

Your eyes opened as a little grin crossed your features. There were few things you loved more than the feeling of getting your hair washed, especially by Frankie. He often took it upon himself when the two of you showed together.

"Really?" you asked as he nodded, "I would love nothing more. My body is still tired and sore, and if I'm being quite honest, it's never as good as when you do it."

"Ahh, I've spoiled you too much already."

"Indeed, you truly have," you agreed.

"I'm joking-"

"I'm not," you promised, taking his face in your hands and staring into those soft, deep chocolate eyes, "I mean it, Francisco. I love you more than anything. You make me so happy."

"You do too," he promised, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "now come, let me help you wash up and then we'll have dinner."

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"Okay," you said, swallowing a hearty bite of bread and soup, "it's official. Your Abuela is a miracle worker and whatever secret ingredients she puts in the soup are magic."

"I know," he grinned at you, as he took your bowl and laddled some more soup into it, "one day you might even learn the secret ingredients. But she has to give permission first."

"Oh?" you quirked an eyebrow at him as you eagerly took the second helping, "and how does one go about getting permission?"

"Gotta be part of the family-"

"I am part of the family," you insisted, knowing full well it was true. His family, including his Abuela, adored you and always considered you to be one of them.

"I know," he agreed, a flush of pink rising in his cheeks, "but she means family family. Like we gotta get married."

"Ohh," your eyes widened as you stared at your soup, "maybe...maybe one day."

"Obviously," his response was sure, but nonchalant that your head snapped in his direction as he looked back at you with a simple shrug. You'd talked about marriage before, more or less in passing, but you'd never given it that much thought before. You figured if it was meant to happen, it would happen eventually, "what?"

"You want to get married?" you asked shyly as he gave you a surprised look.

"Of course," he beamed, "I'm going to marry the hell out of you. Don't you worry, Honey Bee, its going to happen. When you least expect it, but it will happen."

Frankie was just was just waiting for the opportune moment to pop the question. He'd had the ring for months, carefully hidden away as he tried to plan the perfect moment. Hell, he was half tempted to grab it and do it now. Despite still being sick and tired and run down, you looked as beautiful as ever. The soft expression on your face was enough to make his heart melt.

"Well..." you trailed off, staring at your soup and barely able to contain your smile, "I...I look forward to it. Just, you know, so I can get your Abuela's recipes."

Frankie snorted with laughter as he shook his head and reached over to wipe a crumb from the corner of your mouth.

"You must be feeling better if you're giving me this much sass," he stated as you nodded in agreement.

"Its the soup..." you said as you brought the bowl to your lips and downed the rest of it, "and the amazing care from my Frankie. Thank you for everything."

"You don't have to thank me," he promised, getting up to clear away the dishes, "now, what do you say to a movie? If you're up for it? We'll get under the covers, you can rest, and I'll even let you pick the movie."

"Deal," you eagerly agreed, "I make no promises to stay awake but I will try."

"Perfect," he busied himself with the kettle on the stove, "now get back into bed, turn on Netflix, and I'll be there in a few minutes with tea."

"And honey?"

"Only the finest for my Honey Bee," he promised, waving the bottle at you.

"I love you, Frankie," you said softly, "truly."

"And I love you," he shot you a quick wink, "now get into bed and I'll be right there."

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #triple frontier

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tinkonka · 4 years ago

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things that have happened in my yttd au

this is your typical ‘au where nobody dies and they just happen to know eachother’ but all the participants are very close and... i’ve just thought up random scenarios n headcanons to go along with it. (also a lot of these r influenced by .shintsukimistan’s headcanons so please check out their blog if you wanna see good headcanons!) canon ships in this au: joemaru, keiji x kai, rekonao. (we also have hinakanna but im not really sure about shipping children, so we’ll just place it as platonic for now :] ) long post undercut

- q-taro is very very competitive, and he’s confident in his sports ability. so one time, joe challenged q-taro to a round of twister, in which q-taro obviously one, but then kai was like ‘i’d like to have a go.’ q-taro is like very intimidated by kai lol so he’s tryna impress him, and a move calls for kai to put his hands on, let’s say red. q-taro’s leg is in the way. queue kai doing a backbend and landing flawlessly. And keiji was laughing his ass off. like everytime you remind him of this he’ll laugh.

- they were all sleeping over at mishimas house on thanksgiving. unfortunately mishima lives next to a person who’s a spider enthusiast, and a tarantula got loose and ended up right next to gin somehow. he woke up and screamed, every1 came running in (except for shin he kinda just walked in n then turned around saying ‘nope nope nope’) EVERY1 WAS SCREAMING and kai just *calmly places it in a jar*

- nao: babe. wake up. please. i need to tell you something. honey. wake u- reko: what is so important that you had to wake me up at 4am on a tuesday nao: i love you - one time q-taro was drunk, and he gets competitive as hell. he was sitting at a table with kai, joe, keiji and alice, going On and On about how he was the strongest. joe dared him 2 arm wrestle keiji and in doing so, keiji got ready and simply just slammed his hand down before joe started counting (it took him off guard) keiji is smug as hell so q-taro is yelling that it wasn’t fair n keijis going ‘haha lol guess you aren’t the strongest’ and q-taro was progressively getting more annoyed

- kai is a stickler for proper posture and one time whacked shin in the back with his ladle thingy (is it called a ladle)... shin got a bruise LOL - gonna talk about the ships for a little! reko and nao have been dating for 1 yr n 4 months. they met at a cafe (lol classic cafe au ooo) and reko was just entranced with nao’s hair. she went up to go say that (she doesn’t like to just ogle in silence lol) and nao told her she looked really cool. they exchanged numbers after small talk, and nao confessed 2 months later. very healthy relationship, yin to eachothers yang :]

- still not sure about keikai?!? how they’d date n stuff.. they’re both very reserved.. maybe kai wld confess

- ranmaru confessed w a letter! after being talked into it by sara, he wrote a note to joe telling him to meet at their hangout spot after school. joe came n was like ‘hey someone said 2 meet here have u seen them- OH WAIT’ it was a very slow confession.. ranmaru was very nervous. made it clear his feelings for joe were beyond friendship. joe asked him what being romantic w eachother meant, n ranmaru explained. joe didnt realize his feelings for maru were romantic up until that moment, and accepted his confession :D he and ranmaru sat down and joe asked him about what he felt comfy and uncomfy w, and talked about what they shld n shldn’t talk ab. it was sweet. they told the others soon later.

- speaking of others, i mentioned this before, but best friend squad!! ryoko, joe, sara, anzu, ranmaru and kugie are all friends! :D joe and sara and ryoko were friends prior, and anzu was ryokos friend (they were both in band). after ryoko introduced anzu to joe and sara, ranmaru came along and anzu befriended him, introducing him 2 joe sara n ryoko. then kugie got expelled from her last school and came 2 the school.. sara befriended her quite easily bc she does not take shit from anyone and kugie found that attractive LOL and boom! bsf squad! they hang out often! (i’ll make headcanons ab them later lol)

- hinako and kanna met at school :D they were paired 2gether for a project, n kanna was REALLY scared of her at first. but after like a few minutes she realized hinako wasn’t that scary n actually kinda nice (hinako was exhausted that day, if she wasn’t she probably would’ve tried 2 scare kanna a lil more tmjiwt). kanna and hinako became friends after that, hinako did have a bad case ‘ohh is she pretending to like me?’ but it quickly faded after kanna did kind things out of the blue. they have sleepovers like a lot (n they cuddle platonically :D its just kanna going ‘..hinako’ ‘yes’ ‘can kanna be cradled’ ‘okay’ and then they fall asleep like that)

- joe: hey you two are kinda similar (to ranmaru and shin). you’re both kinda quiet, kinda emo, skinny, kinda good with tech, n ur both relatively the same height *ranmaru and shin look at eachother* ranmaru: yeah except i dont look like this *over exaggeratedly slouches* shin: .___.

#yttd #kimi ga shine #anzu kinashi #ryoko hirose #kugie kizuchi #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #ranmaru kageyama #keiji shinogi #qtaro burgerberg #reko yabusame #nao egokoro #hinako mishuku #kanna kizuchi

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mmunson86 · 1 year ago

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“Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing.”

We are not a thing YET gotta look at the bright side eh, lets keep that hope alive that one day we are a thing with our BFF Eddie🙂‍↔️

“In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun.”

Yup i am done any time this man is sporting a low bun my mind runs wild i cant handle it🙈

“In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core.”

and whatever feelings we had for Eddie that “mellowed” are suddenly back and catching fire😩

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.”

Please i am begging you Eddie dont make us loose our composure it is taking everything in us not to jump your bones right now

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

Oh we trust you Eddie what we dont trust is ourselves or our knees , all these compliments are going to make our knees give out🫠

Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

Alright we get it you have money and you are beautiful, who let this girl in because i am about to kick her ass right out🙃

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin.

Shut up Eddie before we smack you on the side of the head, there was no way we were letting Chrissy take you home, & now we have no car money😑

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.”

Not the time & place mom please just save it we know you are right but not right now��

“This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.”

This is exactly where we have always belonged , we could get lost in this man forever💗

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?”

Ohh we are feeling bold BOLD tonight lol okaay lets get it , come on Eddie give us your awnser

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee”

Coffee ? Okay Eddie lol i mean i guess we need the caffeine to keep up with late night activity’s we would be participating in 😉

“Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.”

That is our queue to get the hell out of this place we need to tell this man how we feel FR FR😩

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

We did it! Oh fuck oh fuck shit okay we did it we finally told him, now we have to see how he reacts, that is the nerve wrecking part😭

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.”

We appreciate the back rub but for the love of god what is it Eddie? what cant you seem to be able to say to us i am begging tell us 🫠

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.”

Ohh hell yes! We are literally idiots in lovee! My heart is going to explode! The fact that he feels the same?!?🥹💗

“I'm in love with you.”

Screaming , crying & throwing up! All in a good way of course i am just ahh he said he loves us!

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.”

Gosh i love him! He is just so freaking perfect in every way! We cant help ourselves Eddie🙂‍↔️

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.”

Well you dont have to ask us twice your wish is our command🫠

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??”

This is all yall get i am not giving anything else up lol go read this fic it is soo freaking good , it has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair!

Highest Bidder

Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him?

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl)

A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day.

Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know.

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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview.

The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same.

The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.

Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.

It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you.

So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing.

You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie.

Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked.

What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities.

“Hey sweetheart, am I late?”

When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.

“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.”

He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face.

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.”

Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged.

‘It's nothing, just a dress.”

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back.

“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?”

After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!”

The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.

“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”

After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience.

“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!”

As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.

No. Your friend. Just a friend.

“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?”

“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him.

“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?”

“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh.

“Fifty dollars!”

The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air.

“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?”

Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward.

“One hundred dollars!”

Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten.

But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels.

You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face.

“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?”

The man at the back called out, “right here!”

Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid.

“One thirty!”

It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.

“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy.

The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him.

He's yours.

Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here.

It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer.

At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand.

“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!”

Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering.

“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”

He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you.

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin.

“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes.

“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?”

He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie.

“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.”

Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him.

“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?”

“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?”

Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down.

“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?”

Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”

He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual.

You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her.

“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.”

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.”

Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone.

“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.”

He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.

“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-”

You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared.

“-nevermind. Thank you.”

As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves.

“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?”

As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind.

“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back.

“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.”

You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg.

“Woof! Woo-”

“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you.

As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table.

“What are you doing?”

Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie.

“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?”

As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.

“This isn't a date, Eds.”

Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks.

“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest.

As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes.

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?”

A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise.

“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation.

“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.”

“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck.

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.”

As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Let's get out of here.”

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences.

Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye.

“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.”

Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours.

“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?”

His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings.

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee.

“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again.

“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?”

Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.

“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.”

He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine.

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.”

You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety.

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.”

“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession.

“Absolutely not.”

“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”

“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?”

You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain.

“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”

“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.”

“What else would I do?”

He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-”

“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.”

“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.”

Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts.

“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?”

“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.”

Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee.

“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind.

“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.”

“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.”

“I dated Wendy to get over you!”

Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means.

“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip.

“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?”

It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut.

It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side.

Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back.

So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips.

“I'm in love with you.”

It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly.

“Huh?”

“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”

You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.

“Eddie, you lied.”

“What? I'm telling the truth I-”

“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.”

Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge.

The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth.

“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.”

There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss.

Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for-

“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.”

You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life.

The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin.

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.”

A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor.

“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms.

A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face.

“You are so beautiful.”

Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away.

“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned.

“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.”

Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second.

“Can we go to my bedroom?”

Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart.

“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties.

“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back.

The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso.

Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are.

“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?”

He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.”

The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least.

“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.”

“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.”

You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away.

“Do I need to put a towel down?”

“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.”

He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face.

“You want me to stay?”

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.”

The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything.

“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form.

“Hmm?”

“Get the towel.”

Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns.

“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.

“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact.

“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck.

“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot.

Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple.

“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.”

You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there.

As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten.

“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment.

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?”

“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy.

“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.”

“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh.

“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?”

Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard.

“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch.

He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring.

Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling.

“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”

Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot.

“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!”

He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to? You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if-

“Hey, sweetheart, you here?”

He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question.

“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-”

“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”

“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-”

“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.”

His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you.

“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”

“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.”

Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips.

“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.”

Sweet. You sound sweet.

In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment.

There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion.

“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!”

He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.

It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair.

He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed.

The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down.

“Now are you glad I said about the towel?”

Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you.

Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.

“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.”

Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear.

“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused.

“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.”

“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.”

The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him.

It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again.

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.”

He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk.

“Now that's not fair sweetheart.”

You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince.

“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut.

“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.”

“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-”

He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes.

Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction.

“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?”

Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire.

“I-I'll try.”

“That's it, atta girl, little more.”

Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in.

“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!”

“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”

A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks.

“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.”

Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.

“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.”

Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving.

“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head.

“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?”

Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again.

“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.”

Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet.

“Eddie, I lo-”

“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?”

You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him.

“Oh my God, baby, oh God!”

You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem.

“Right there princess?”

Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan.

“Good, I-I’m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.”

Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back.

“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily.

“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts.

It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire.

“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.”

Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse.

Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness.

“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.”

He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye.

“Eddie, that was perfect.”

He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time.

“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”

Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling.

“OK, now I'm really gonna go.”

You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind.

“Right, now, just hang on.”

With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat.

“I can change the sheets if you want-”

“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.”

Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief.

“Eddie? Can I say it now?”

You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening.

“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.”

“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.”

The smile in his voice makes you smile too.

“I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

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medicallyinevitable · 4 years ago

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Medically Inevitable

Chapter 14:- Pitiful Pining

Characters:- Ethan Ramsey, Arielle Valentine, Sienna Trinh, Ethan Ramsey, Harper Emery, & Danny Cardinal

Pairing:- Ethan Ramsey x Arielle Valentine (F!OC)

Warnings:- Light angst & minor language

Word Count:- 2000+ words

And a special thank you to @akshara16 for pre-reading this chapter💞

Arielle’s PoV:-

You’re reading your 18th, well actually what seems like the 100th text book when someone knocks on your bedroom door. You answer with a more irritated tone then you meant.

"Hey, you okay?" The door opens to reveal Sienna with two mugs in her hands.

"Yeah...”, you try to smile but even you know it doesn't quite reach your eyes.

"You don't seem okay though," Sienna says as she comes inside and hands you a mug. You look inside the mug to see what's in it. "I made us some hot chocolate."

You smile, accepting your cup with a genuine thank you as you move, making space for Sienna to sit.

"So what is it?" Sienna asks sitting beside you.

You shake your head, just thinking about the case makes your head spin. "Just a patient’s case. I’ve been running test after test but every result was negative.", you sigh, "and the patient happens to be a major asshole to say the least.", You smile sadly.

"Is it the P. I. T. A?" She asks.

"P. I. T. A?"

"Pain in the ass," she laughs, so do I.

"Oh yeah… Danny mentioned that earlier. That name fits him perfectly!" I respond laughing.

"So what do you think he has?"

"I don't know anymore," you sigh again, "I ran almost as many tests as possible."

"I'm not any expert but maybe if the two of us try to find it, it'll be easier?"

You look at her a bit surprised, "You'll spend your free time diagnosing my patient?"

She smiles at me, "Of course. That's what friends are for right? To help you."

You look at her with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

"You can thank me with strawberry glazed doughnuts once we're finished with this.”, she replies with a silly wink.

"Deal."

You spent the next thirty minutes discussing the symptoms as you catch her up with the diseases you've managed to ruled out.

In between, you notice Sienna acting a bit weird. But whenever you try to bring it up, she deflects your question so you decide not to press further.

Another half an hour goes by with Sienna’s weird antics and you decide you’ve had enough. You close your book and turn towards Sienna. She tries to act like she doesn’t notice you looking at her but eventually she looks up.

"What is it, Sienna? I can tell you want to ask me something but you’re not.”, you say.

"Uh-what?" she asks nervously, her eyes darting around everywhere but you.

"I don't know what you’re talking about."

"Don't lie, Si!," you narrow your eyes.

But she doesn’t budge. You keep asking her until she finally accepts.

“Come on Si, no secrets between us right?”

"Okay fine!... you’re hiding something, Ari,", shesays catching you off guard.

"I-Me? I'm not hiding anything," you try to laugh it off.

Now it's her turn to narrow her eyes. "You are! See, you’re behaving really weird."

"I'm not behaving weird," you oppose.

"You are. And don't you dare deny it again.”, she says in a serious tone.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?” Her voice changes to the caring and concerned tone reserved for her closest friends.

You ponder for a minute, whether or not to tell her. You’ve shared so many secrets with Sienna before, you know she's your best friend and that you trust her completely.

Before you know it, you start blurting out everything. From how Dr. Ramsey assigned you the case, to how he wouldn’t reassign him to someone else, and then your confrontation which was probably the most idiotic thing you could have done. Then how you both shouted at each other, you completely blanking out at the fact that he was your supervisor and could pull you from the program the next second if he wished, and how that lead to triggering a panic attack, then lastly…

“I don’t know how, our faces were mere inches apart, breathing ragged, and I had absolutely no idea what I was doing-“ You throw your hands up, cutting yourself off as you jump up and pace around the room.

“I mean I could have kissed him for God’s sake! What was I even thinking?! If it weren’t for my pager I don’t know what I would’ve done…”

“Woah, calm down Arielle. You need a break.” She makes you sit down and drink a glass of water, waiting until you’ve calmed down a bit.

“Now, tell me what else happened.”

“What?! Nothing else happened!” How Sienna knows you so well eludes you, nonetheless you try to hide it.

“Something else happened, or else you wouldn’t be spiraling this much. I know you Ari, you always have a cool head under any circumstance.”

You sigh, knowing there’s no use in hiding it. “Well I did see something…”

“Go on.”, she says urging you,

“Well it all started after the whole almost kiss thing, my brain was like scrambled eggs and my shift had already ended so I took my car and drove around until I realised I had no idea where I was, and to top that disaster off I was starving…”

———————A few hours before———————

“Ugh, I think I drove all the way to the other side of town. And I’ll have to drive all the way back to the apartment and then start research for Nigel’s treatment again. And I’m hungry because instead of eating lunch, I decided to unleash my wrath of Dr. Terminator. Ohh, can this day get any worse-“ In the midst of your little blabbering session, you spot a classy French cafe across the street.

“Well at least a day this bad always has room for improvement, and right now I’m starving.”, you park your car and head inside.

The smell of roasted coffee and baked buttery goods hits your senses the moment you enter the cafe. The serenity is a nice change of pace compared to always busy and bustling Edenbrook, dimly lighted and decorated with beautiful vintage items.

“At least I won’t bump into anyone here that I know.”, you think as you stand in the queue.

You decide to order a vanilla frappe with drizzled salted caramel and go for a regular chocolate doughnut to satisfy your sweet tooth. After the barista brings your order, you move towards a nice secluded corner and sit down at the table.

You slowly finish your doughnut and coffee, savouring the taste as you gaze out the French style window. You’re about to dispose of your trash when a familiar sweater shirt catches your eye.

“No way…” As you hide your face with a medical journal which you randomly fished out of your purse, you peek over the top to see Dr. Ramsey sitting across…

“Is that Dr. Emery?”, your mind recalls the time when you saw them in a patient’s room, quite cozy with each other. And now they sit a few tables away from you, talking as her hand is over his. You pretend to read your journal as you watch both of the doctors get up and throw away the remains. You follow pursuit and slowly exit the cafe making sure they don’t notice. You stand at the side of your car door and watch as they both edge closer and closer, her hand now on his jaw. Their faces are barely an inch apart now, as he leans in to close the distance.

“That’s- I can’t-“

Not being able to look at them, you get in your car, slamming the door and speed away as fast as you possibly can, ignoring the tears that brim in your eyes.

————————end of flashback———————

”Oh Arielle…..I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.”, you assure her when pretty much everything going on in your life is anything but alright. She gives you a look.

“I- okay well there’s nothing I can do about it, and it’s not like anything would have happened, it was merely a stupid crush.”, you reply wondering whether you’re trying to convince Sienna or yourself. A long but comfortable silence passes, you both just sit and immerse in everything you’ve just blurted out.

"How are things between you and Wayne?", you say desperate for a topic change.

"It's as usual I guess?" she says now as gloomy as me. "We haven't had a proper conversation in a while."

You try to comfort your best friend as you mentally curse the idiot.

"He's an idiot, Si, " you tell her. "If he can't value you, he's not worth it Si."

"He was not always this way you know... We've had happy days. But ever since I started my residency he became... distant."

You put your hand on top of hers in a comforting manner and give her an understanding smile.

"You can always talk to me about it, Si. You know that right?"

She nods and shoots me a smile, a sad one, nonetheless a smile. That’s a slight improvement.

We talk about our messes of relationships for a bit more before Sienna decides we had enough gloom and doom and it was time to make some happy memories.

“Okay, what did you have in mind?”, you ask.

A grin forms on her face as she tucks her knees in and speaks, "Why did the Dalmatian go to the eye doctor?"

“Medical joke hmm?” She nods and nudges me to try to answer. After thinking for a moment, I shrug.

"Because he kept seeing spots.", she says following with a fit of laughter. The joke isn’t even that funny but even you end up laughing your heart out. That's the thing with best friends, everything becomes a thousand times better when they’re by your side.

"Oh-" Sienna tries to say recovering from her previous laughter session, "There's another one."

"What did one tonsil say to the other tonsil?"

"Umm...What?" you ask when you fail to find an answer.

"Get dressed up, the doctor is taking us out!" We both break into another fit of laughter, laughing till tears form in the corner of your eyes.

You wipe tears from your eyes, still smiling broadly.

Your own reflection catches your eye in the mirror. Your balayage hair is now slowly falling out from the messy bun you tied up before, your eyes now have bags in addition to your dark circles and lastly you look like a zombie with your smeared makeup.

“I look like a hot mess.”

Sienna laughs. “Well I have a night shift today so I’ll look worse than you after it.

You join her in another wave of laughter until Sienna’s phone goes off from her room.

You watch her as her eyes light up and then morph into worry as she looks at herself. You give her a look.

“Oh uh… Danny said that he would give me a lift to my shift and stop by to get coffee.”, she shouts as she rushes into her room. You chuckle watching her frantically trying to make herself presentable as she grabs her bag and heads downstairs.

“Bye Si! I’ll see you later-“ She’s already run off. With a smile, you head towards your room for a bath, dinner and then a date with more textbooks.

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Authors’ Note:- Hey everyone, Chapter 14 of Medically Inevitable is finally out! We know that the release was scheduled much much earlier but life happens unfortunately and it took us quite a long time but from now on, our regular schedule will continue again!

Anyways, let us know if you enjoyed this chapter and your predictions of what will happen next! Are Harper and Ethan really a couple? And if they are, why did Ethan almost kiss Arielle? And what’s happening with Danny and Sienna? As always, it means a lot to us if you comment and reblog and have a great day/night everyone!

Love,

@drariellevalentine & @mysticaurathings

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anpanmann · 4 years ago

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check-in tag! 🐳

tagged by @hoseosk, @kimtaegis and @loversmore (ems, you tagged me on my main, so i hope it’s ok to be doing it here :3) thank you so much, lovelies! 🤍🤍🤍

1. Why did you choose your url?

well, jimin <3 originally i wanted a lyrics one, but i’m terrible at coming up with those, so i thought of one of the members’ name now for my main, i came up with it when i decided to make my blog multifandom, but i still wanted a spn related one. misspelled name urls are kinda my thing :P

2. Any sideblogs? If you have them name them and why you have them

well this one is a sideblog hehe i created this one last october i think, i wanted a place to blog about bts with no worries about spamming my main one. i mean, that would be nothing wrong with that, but i just wanted a separate place

3. How long have you’ve been on tumblr?

since late 2012 help! but i've had this account for about 3 years i think. a few years ago i decided to remake my blogs (i had a spn one and a multifandom one) because running two was too much, yet here i am with two blogs again :s

4. Do you have a queue tag?

nope, too lazy to add one tbh

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

oh, i think i’ve already answered above haha

6. Why did you choose your icon?

have you seen jin?? in the butter mv?? *melts* now the one on my main, i love the x-files and scully’s face there is a whole mood

7. Why did you choose your header?

i don’t have one.. i always think about having one, but never know what to do. but a while ago i had a tinytan one here

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

i thought it was this be set, but i just checked and it’s actually this maknae line one. now on my main think it’s this team free will one

9. How many mutuals do you have?

..i don’t know ?? i don’t really keep track of the number :s i just know they are all lovely and i adore them

10. How many followers do you have?

mona, can i steal your answer? >> everyone is dodging this question so i feel like i should too?

11. How many people do you follow?

217, but i think most of them are inactive :((

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

only in my head hahah nope, i’m not that funny

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

ohh way more than i should, i feel like i’m always checking on here, specially now that i’m still working from home

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Who won?

nope, i’m not here for it, also when i see conflict i run in the opposite direction

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

about current events and such? well, if you think it’s important and feel like sharing it here, go for it

16. Do you like tag games?

yes! love when people tag me, it might take me a bit to do it, but i will

17. Do you like ask games?

yes!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

sometimes i can’t believe people follow me, so everyone?

19. Do I have a crush on a mutual?

my heart to you all (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

20. Tags?

@ourownwings, @jinniepiphany, @starlightcastiel, @slipped-away, @dnaez, @intronnevermind, @jmin only if you want to do it, ofc! also i’m not really sure who has done this yet, so if you have, feel free to ignore!

#tag games

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leverage-ot3 · 5 years ago

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notable moments from The Reunion Job

leverage 3.02

Madavhi: All my work, erased, and I was only days away from cracking Manticore.

Nate: What's "Manticore"?

Madavhi: It's an electronic surveillance system. The Iranian government uses it to track protesters over cell phones, social networks, even e-mail.

Hardison: Yeah, hacker underground's flipping out about it. They use GPS to pinpoint a dissident, and then they swoop in and make the arrest.

Madavhi: The Internet made this protest possible, but now it's just a –

Nate: A liability? The government uses the people's weapon against them

- - - - -

Nate: "Cyrus"? It's "Mr. Madavhi." You can't get that attached.

Hardison: Fine. "Mr. Madavhi." He could go make a fortune working for Google or Microsoft. No, instead he risks his life fighting the bad guys. This is so our game.

Eliot (at the table behind them): He wasn't hit by the Vezarat. (comes around to sit with Hardison and Nate)

Nate: What, are you lurking?

Eliot: Yeah. I'm a lurker. It's my thing

- - - - -

eliot’s smile and raised eyebrows (x2) at hardison tho

+ he’s also wearing a red flannel with his leather jacket

- - - - -

Hardison: What's the Vezarat?

Eliot: That's the Iranian secret police. And trust me, if they wanted Cyrus, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to us.

Nate: But the Vezarat is still our logical target. So we should check our sources and see if there's a safe house in the area.

Hardison: So we're on this?

Nate: Yeah, well, we were always on this. I just wanted you to explain to me why. (gets up and heads for the Poker Room)

Hardison: You know how I feel about Mind games, Nate. Negatively. What are you looking at, lurker?

ELIOTS SMILE

- - - - -

Sophie: Eliot. Eliot, get rid of it. Ugh!

Eliot: (chuckling) I think he likes you.

Sophie (stands): You're gonna pay for this

eliot: mocks her

sophie: imma get back at you SO HARD and you’re never gonna see it coming

- - - - -

“That’s gonna cost ya” “I gotta dock ya”- hardison and eliot like a million times in this episode

- - - - -

Parker: At the East corner. (pushes vent out and enters the room) For a den of evil spies, this place smells delicious. Hardison, confiscate some pastries. (sits down at computer) Okay, no sign of Cyrus' hardware.

we love seeing parker in vents in her element + CONFISCATE PASTRIES FOR HER

- - - - -

Nate: Any of you ever trimmed a bonsai?

Eliot: Well, you know, I did. I was in Osaka, and I met this Japanese policewoman at a geisha bar....

- - - - -

Parker (to Sophie): Why is Eliot pouring your tea? Hmm? Did you brainwash him again?

Sophie: Mm, neurolinguistic programming. It's amazing what you can do with the power of suggestion. "Sugar." "Squeezed." a few strategic pats on the arm.

(Sophie pats Eliot on the arm and he pours her more tea, then realizes what Sophie has done)

Eliot: Damn it!

Sophie: You owe me for that roach business!

Eliot: Sophie, not again. (walks away)

okay but SHES DONE THIS TO HIM BEFORE LMFAO + a bonus parker and hardison laughing

also parker was eating a plate of pastries so that means thE BOYS GOT SOME FOR HER I LOVE IT

- - - - -

parker and hardison go into the office and be like 👀👀👀 wow he’s lonely

- - - - -

Eliot: Nobody else thinks it's weird that you can just buy anybody's yearbook online?

Hardison: You know, it's real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy

- - - - -

Nate: Here we go. Uh, Mrs. Zavransky, math teacher. Now, I bet if we turn to the cheerleaders... (turns page) Yes. Oh, Mandy. Mandy Babson.

Parker: What does the "DD" Mean?

Eliot: Yeah, right...

Nate: Seriously?

Hardison: Yeah, right. Two scoops of ice cream, just perfect.

she’s baby leave her alone

also bless hardison for not wanting to tarnish her

- - - - -

Parker: Aw, I feel bad for the nerd.

Eliot: Don't feel bad for this guy. Getting bullied in high school Is still no excuse for propping up dictators. He got bulled his whole high-school career. He's not criminal.

Sophie: Um...

Parker: Yeah, he is.

Sophie: Don't think about that.

Eliot: Not a bad criminal.

Hardison: Hey, what makes you think I got bullied in high school?

Eliot: Well, "A," You got a green hornet doll.

Hardison: Well, first of all, it's a limited-edition action figure. Second, it is green lantern. Educate yourself.

Eliot: Wow.

Hardison: Now pay attention. Get it right.

eliot “not a bad criminal” spencer knows that hardison is a good person with solid morals

also, eliot to some extent knows about hardison’s action figues which means that he has either seen them or hardison has told him specifically that he had them. this means that they have had, even if eliot seemed annoyed, some sort of conversations/hardison-talking-at-him-conversations and eliot LISTENED to a certain extend that he was able to recall this

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Nate: Guys, wait, wait. Listen, listen. We got a locker combination, we have a teacher's name, and we have a crush. So, Duberman, he has made his old high school his Roman room.

Parker: Of course.

Nate: "Of course"? What's a Roman room? You have no idea, right? You know—

Parker: Nn.

Nate: You don't have any idea? It's a, it's a memory technique. Each of his passwords corresponds to an object in a space that he's intimately familiar with. In his case, the hallway of his old high school where he kept his locker. Now, if I were to make this bar my Roman room, everything I need to remember is right here. For instance, This, uh... My bank password would be "Balmoor." And my e- mail password would be Fitzy, here.

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Parker: Hey. Nate just gave us his passwords.

Hardison: No, but I got all his passwords. You want to see his Netflix queue? He's got, like, every season of "Rockford files" every season of "Sex and the city," That show "Psych”.

chaotic children

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Parker: You want to break into the high school? I could do that blindfolded. Yeah let's do it blindfolded.

HER HER HAVE FUN

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Hardison: What do you know? Class of '85 has a reunion coming up in 8 months.

Nate: Hmm.

they all smile conspiratorially and eliot’s smile in specific gave me serotonin

- - - - -

(Parker sets up a video camera and walks past a board of photos)

Parker: So many awkward people in so many ugly outfits.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, you're lucky you never went to high school. Nothing but heartbreak and homework.

[High School Gym]

Parker: Didn't you go to your prom?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh...I was kind of busy.

[Flashback]

(a teenaged Hardison is sitting at a computer making a transfer from the Bank of Iceland)

Hardison: Looks like the Bank of Iceland's paying off Nana's medical bills. That's dope!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Good times

- - - - -

Hardison: Besides, I'm sure you already had your high- school fun. Big man on campus. What, quarterback?

[Flashback]

Kid: Come on, Eliot. This is so lame. Quarterbacks do not take Home Ec.

Eliot: I got my reasons.

Kid: Phew! Let's get out of here.

Girl: Eliot, like this. (leans over Eliot, showing her cleavage) Knives are like people. It's all about the context.

[Exterior Dubertech]

Eliot: I had many interests

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hardison getting too into the high school drama lmao

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Hardison: Not exactly. (looking at information on monitors) She's a hired gun.

[Hallway]

Sophie: An assassin? Nikki’s an assassin?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to pose as alumni. This chick's connected to wet work jobs All up and down the East coast. Russian mob, Italian mob. There's a New Zealand mob?

her name is miranda miles *squints at the file on hardison’s computer* bruh no way she’s only 25 ??? they even give her height and weight but I guess that’s how all wanted files go

also in one of the commentaries didn’t they say that she was married to that other assassin ???

- - - - -

(a piece of door falls in and the Vezarat leader looks in)

Vezarat Leader: The health inspector?

Eliot: I'm gonna have to dock you again

LMFAO

also he’s wearing a grey flannel under his jacket

- - - - -

(Eliot knees the leader in the face, then pulls him up and punches him in the head. He turns to duck a blow from the other man and hits him in the head with one of Duberman’s chess trophies)

Eliot: Checkmate.

(Eliot throws the trophy down on the man. Behind him the leader stands up and cracks his neck)

Eliot: Or not.

he did the lil flip thing with the trophy

- - - - -

(Sophie hits Nikki in the head with the extinguisher and takes off her shoes)

Sophie: I always hated cheerleaders.

(Nikki swings several times and Sophie blocks each blow with the extinguisher, hurting Nikki’s wrist)

Sophie: It's mean girls like you that always ruined high school for the rest of us!

Nikki: What the hell are you talking about?

(Nikki kicks but Sophie moves to one side. Nikki tries to punch but Sophie blocks with the extinguisher. Sophie dodges a kick and hits Nikki in the head, then pushes her down and runs away. Nikki grabs her gun and fires after Sophie, missing her)

Nikki: Damn it

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Nikki: Now, why would I do that?

(Parker walks forward and tasers Nikki in the neck)

Nikki: Ohh!

Nate: That's why.

(Nikki falls to the ground, convulsing. Parker grabs her legs and starts to pull her away)

Parker: Catering, what a business

we love to see parker tasering people

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on today’s edition of things that aren’t weapons that eliot uses as weapons, our guy literally used one of the goons’ bodies to hit another goon and send them both down

what a king

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Mandy: Your votes are in for the king and queen of the reunion! And the lucky winner is, Grace Peltz and Drake McIntyre!

Schmitty: Mac attack! Yeah!

(the crowd escorts Nate and Sophie forward)

Nate: Uh, very funny, Hardison.

Hardison: Oh, you think I did this? Naw, man, I don't rig elections. I mean, I could, but...

Sophie: Parker, Was this you?

Parker: (hanging upside down) I didn't even know they had kings and queens in high school

- - - - -

Hardison (looks up): May I have this dance, miss?

(Parker lowers herself on her line and they begin dancing)

Parker: So this is what high school was like, huh?

Hardison: Ah...Pretty much.

Eliot: Hello?

[Exterior Dubertech]

(Eliot walks out of the building as Sloane gets to his feet)

Eliot: Everybody having a good time at the dance? Anybody wonder if Eliot made it out?

(Eliot punches Sloan, who falls back into the bushes)

Eliot: Does anybody wonder if Eliot's alive? Hello?!

[High School Gym]

(the two couples continue to dance as the music plays)

🥰 parker’s feet not touching the floor 🥰

also aww poor eliot someone care about him pls

#leverage #leverage 3.02 #leverage 3x02 #the reunion job #leverage season 3 #season 3 #notable moments #mine

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aubrey and esme <3

big spoon/little spoon: usually esme i think but also i think it’s not like an intentional decision she just kind of gravitates to hanging off of aubrey loves to be close <3

favorite non-sexual activity: they have like a nice little saturday routine i think. they wake up and they make fancy breakfast and coffee with fun syrups. then they drive out to the farmer’s market or something and listen to npr in the car together. then they run whatever other little errands they have to do before getting lunch at their favorite little cafe. then they go home and lay in their bed and read or nap or whatever feels Right.

who uses all the hot water: esme. she doesn’t even realize how hot her showers are she just likes them scalding. if she felt the water aubrey used she’d be appalled because it’s like just Warm but to esme that’s simply Freezing.

most trivial thing they fight over: they’re the couple that gets in their feelings if the other watches a show or listens to a podcast that they’ve been enjoying together without the other. like oh i just thought we were watching this is us together that’s all i didn’t realize YOU were watching this is us and i’m just IN THE ROOM......

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: aubrey, but just because esme has a broader taste. aubrey is more particular about what she watches and esme respects that by letting her make the call because her bar’s a little lower and she loves her wife so she won’t make her sit through married at first sight just because it’s her guilty pleasure.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: esme she probably is the kind of social where she has a rapport with their super already and can just slide it in next time they bump into each other in the hall.

who steals the blankets: aubrey because i just get the impression that she runs cold and would unintentionally burrow in their blankets hard. but it’s okay because that’s the exact situation esme ends up spooning here you steal the blankets you have to share body heat it’s just the rules.

who leaves their stuff around: esme. aubrey’s organized and knows that everything has it’s place so she just puts it there to have it done and have things looking nice. and esme really believes in that in theory but it’s so much easier to leave her work tote on the table and her running shoes in the foyer and her sunglasses literally wherever she decides to take them off instead of going to the table to put them back in their case. so she slips a little but she really tries because she knows aubrey likes it tidy.

who remembers to buy the milk: aubrey. esme would happily pick it up but she’s simply not the one remembering it.

who remembers anniversaries: they both do <3 they both feel like adult journal writers or at least girlies who keep like detailed calendars/planners so they’re probably on top of knowing when big benchmarks happened and keeping them in mind for when the anniversaries roll around.

who cooks normally?: aubrey. esme loves to help when she can, and offers to take over on weekends, but esme’s work schedule usually has her missing prime dinner time, rolling in just a little too late. but aubrey’s also the better cook who loves it more so esme simply isn’t too distraught about it.

how often do they fight?: not often. i think they both hate fighting and we have some criers on our hands so it’s always a whole thing when they do fight that ends with them apologizing profusely and a big dramatic making up. so i think they try and squash as many fights as they can before they really turn into fights just to avoid that.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: esme tried to get aubrey into snapchat with her but it just never stuck they’re better off doing something more straightforward like texting or just straight up calling

nicknames for each other?: i think esme adores calling aubrey sweet little pet names. she doesn’t really expect reciprocation because she does get extra with lots of little darling angel my love type things but i think she does live for the times here and there where aubrey will call her some little nickname.

what would they get each other for gifts?: ohh sappy things. i think they love going the thoughtful and handmade route (even if it isn’t always their hands making it). jewelry, candles, little candies. i feel like they’re kind of esty fiends for this kind of thing, just keeping an eye for fun little personalized, one-of-a-kind gifts because they just feel sweeter that way. books are also always on the table, and esme also loves to find fun little kitchen gadgets for aubrey.

who kissed who first?: esme :relieved:

who made the first move?: once again probably esme. i think she’s just a lot more forward than esme not in an aggressive way but she just has the confidence to be like hey you’re cute and i’d like to get coffee <3

who remembers things?: aubrey. i just think she’s more detail oriented than esme, and keeps track of more of the little things that happen in their lives.

who cusses more?: esme. she’s cut back in the few years before she met aubrey, but she does let it slip every now and again, and i just can’t see aubrey being a huge cusser at all.

#loveback #meme reply.#aubrey & esme.

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justahedgewitch · 5 years ago

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#oh ohh take the queue and run #kayla salmon #photos #Witch #Wicca #Wiccan #Pagan #Magick #astrology #horoscopes

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inevitable-anna · 6 years ago

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Escape The Night S4X03 Spoilers

Hello,

I’m so sorry this post is late! I meant to have it posted sooner but I didn’t put it in the ‘save to queue’ thing correctly.

but now it’s time for another one of my reaction posts! As always, there are spoilers below!

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Yay! I missed the little flashbacks at the beginning of episodes!

Wait, Why did he kidnap that princess?

The princess has one of the gems, that's used in the final challenge, on her necklace! Is that why?

Ohhh... that's gotta hurt! Why did he kill her! Why not just steal the gem!

Why does Garuda require payment? What were the complications? And what did the Collector mean by "Always are."

That was violent! Poor Alex!

The coin dynamic is really cool.

"I think all of us Youtubers are pretty familiar with the idea of trading your soul for gold, if you know what I mean."

Please let Ro be safe! Please!

Tana warning everyone to be careful is nice!

I love how Gabbie runs off immediately, and the way Gabbie runs while holding up her dress is great!

3:56 it looks so pretty!

4:00 Alex and Destorm start having flashbacks. "Scoop and check. Scoop and check".

I have said this so many times, but I love Ro so much! I'd still love to see a friendship between her and Destorm, and possibly Gabbie as well.

How did Colleen manage to get 28?!

How did Bretman manage to get 32?!

Phew, Ro has 18 coins so unless she gets caught by Garuda, she's safe!

Ro is so sweet! "Maybe he's also embarrassed. Maybe he couldn't grab as many as other people."

I love Bretman! I think he's definitely in my top 5 favourites for this season!

Umm, Ro beat Colleen at arm wrestling in S3 so shouldn't Colleen do the holy water challenge?

Ro has got this! She did it in heels and a corset! Go Ro!

Ohh, Destorm's lying!

"I can tell because I don't trust tall people." You can definitely trust Ro then, Tim!

Kali's blue? Cool!

I love her accent! Although her first words being "Someone is going to die tonight." is not good!

Oh... lovely? A severed arm is definitely the best item to write riddles on!

The pose for the second challenge looks so tricky!

O.O... The Sorceress is flirting with Kali........................I ship it!

Gabbie is stepping up with the blood riddle! Go Gabbie!

"I mean, if the Sorceress rolls like this, I'm definitely willing to wife her up to get out of here." So... Tana is basically saying that she'd be willing to help the Sorceress get a girlfriend, that's hilarious and brilliant!

What is it with Destorm! First, there was the two vampire women making out at the masquerade ball and now he wants to get with the Sorceress and Kali! They would probably kill him for fun!

Oh no! Kali is not on board with The Sorceress’ plan! The ship is sinking!

Gabbie just did the riddle on her own! We love a smart queen!

The way Gabbie says "Oh, sh*t, good for us, huh?" is hilarious.

Oh no, Bretman got caught! He just lost half his coins!

"Open me later" Oh no, I have a bad feeling about that scroll!

Kali cheated! Dang it!

"I'mma take one of those hands off her damn belt and smack her in the face!" I bet that everyone wants to do that too, Gabbie.

Oh no, another scroll! They can't be good!

I knew it! Destorm was lying!

Gabbie: "Oh, my god, is this where somebody's gonna die?" Tana: "No!" They sound so scared! :(

That's harsh, Colleen! They worked hard!

Wait, is 'the circle of the fallen' the same place as the cage in episode 1?

Oh! They have to exchange coins based on the scrolls! Please let Ro stay safe! Please!

18:44 Ro's little gasp sounds so shocked!

"I'm just middle class now." I couldn't help but giggle at that!

Joey: "I'm going to give these coins to someone who hasn't trusted me since the moment that I got here." Gabbie: "Everbody open their bags." I choked!

Aww, he gave them to Colleen! That's sweet! I mean he did kill her but at least he's trying to make it up to her?

Colleen looks so sad before he says her name and then she looks so shocked! Bless her!

Ro's proud lil smile at 20:39 is adorable!

"That was the fakest sh*t I've ever seen." I was not expecting that!

AHHH! It's Ro's turn! Please let her stay safe!

Okay, I'm liking the Alex and Destorm friendship/alliance... but I am missing Destorm and Gabbie's friendship/alliance a bit!

Wow! That was harsh! "Ain't no decision. Give me half of your coins, boy." I feel like that's the Alex and Destorm friendship/alliance gone! Ro's face at 21:33! She's so shocked!

Wait!? He was joking! Destorm just willingly put himself in the challenge!

Awww, Colleen choose to give the coins to Joey!

"He can come back. We can just kill him next time." Uhh... I really hope your joking Colleen!

"Torn to pieces" Yeesh! That's brutal!

WHY DOES GARUDA TAKE TIM?

"Garuda snatches me up, out of the game, and I'm like, 'Why has my blue goddess boo forsaken me?'" Tim/Kali VS The Sorceress/Kali, which ship would win?

Oh no! Tim lost! "And you stole my wallet!" Tim, priorities! You're about to be "torn to pieces" maybe you s- WAIT? Tim was dead! Why does he have a wallet?!

Again, 'FINAL DEATH'!! THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD!!

...Tim's begging broke my heart.

R.I.P Timothy Delaghetto.

First death- shot himself in the head during a game of ‘Russian Battleships’.

Second death- “Torn To Pieces” (was bludgeoned to death) by Garuda.

Okay, Destorm was badass when he killed Garuda!

"I can't believe this is happening again. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, and now, I'm losing my friends, left and right." I’m sorry but Joey... really?

Ooh, is there gonna be drama with Colleen and Destorm now?

COOL! A CHINESE(?) DRAGON!

That’s it for this post! I hope you enjoyed it :)

Sadly, I’m not going to be able to post a reaction post for S4X04 until after the weekend. Sorry :( but I shall have it up as soon as I’m able to.

#escape the night spoilers #escape the night all stars #escape the night 4 #escape the night

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swanqueeneverafter · 6 years ago

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.41

Henry's Dreamscape. Docks. (Roberta stands in a queue ready to board a ship.) Harbour Master: "Now boarding ‘B’ passengers only. ‘B’ passengers to the Island of Spinster. (An older woman steps forward:) Here's a cat and some chocolate. (Cat meows:) Enjoy the trip.” Roberta: (Steps forward with her ticket:) “Thanks. (Taking her own cat basket:) Thank you.” (Roberta casts a glance behind her but sees no one coming. Sadly, she heads toward the ship.) Elsewhere. Beside A Lake. (Ella stands with Henry’s hands covering her eyes.) Henry: (Removing his hands:) “Surprise.” Ella: (Spinning around:) “Where is this?” Henry: “It's a very pretty lake.” Ella: “I thought you were taking me somewhere famous. Was there a battle around here?” (They begin walking along the shoreline.) Henry: “Nope. And no one famous ever died here or cast a curse. This may be the one place in the entire magical kingdom where nothing epic ever happened.” Ella: “Well, it's gorgeous, and it doesn't need anything else.” Henry: (Turning her towards him, they stand facing each other:) “Ella. I don't know how my story goes. I wasn't born in a land with magic, and I may not get a fairy-tale life with a perfect ending, but you are the best and bravest woman that I have ever met. And if you could make a leap of faith with me, I'd like to build a house right here for the two of us. And we could see what kind of life we can make together. (Pulls a ring from his cuff:) It's just a pretty ring. Like me and this lake, it doesn't come with anything else. Ella, I can't offer you a legend, but I can offer you my heart.”

Ella: (Whispered:) “Can I say yes now?” Henry: “I really wish you would.” (Laughs.) Ella: (Laughing:) “Yes.” (Henry places the ring on her finger, and they kiss.) Docks. (Richard rides his horse hard across the land, finally coming to a stop at the docks.) Dock Worker: (As Richard jumps from his steed:) "You can't park here. It's a red zone.” Richard: (Running:) “Keep it! (Roberta is about to descend the steps when Richard calls out to her:) Roberta, wait! (Turning, Roberta sees Richard standing there:) Put down that cat.” Roberta: (Shocked:) “Wha... (Putting down the cat basket:) Richard, you're... You're alive? You didn't go to war?” Richard: “No, I did. But I didn't die. Quite the opposite, actually. I killed the bad guy and everything. Do you know what I’ve discovered? I may have accomplished everything I've ever dreamed of, but without you, it means absolutely nothing. (Crowd ‘awws’:) Please don't get on that lonely ship to day-drink chablis. Come live your li...” Roberta: “No, stop talking and kiss me. (The crowd ‘Awws’ collectively once more:) Wow.” Richard: “There's more where that came from.” (They kiss again.) Crowd: (Turning on them:) “Ew! Ew!” Richard: (To Roberta:) “I love you so much.” Spinster 1: “Enough already!” Spinster 2: “Show-off.” Roberta: “Yeah, this could get ugly. We should go.”

Beside The Lake. Night. (Along the very same lake where he proposed to Ella, Henry now stands with his mothers, having just told them his intentions.) Henry: "I mean... for all his faults and psychoses, Morpheus was right about one thing. This is my story." Regina: "But how can that be? This place... it isn't real." Henry: "Mom, you know that's not true. This world is very real. It lives, it breathes... and it's where I belong." Regina: "No. No, you belong at home with us. With your family." Henry: (Nods:) "I misspoke. Of course you're right. What I meant to say was, (Spreading his arms wide:) this is who I'm meant to be. Right here and now, this is my path, with Ella." Emma: "So what are you saying? That you're just going to stay here, (Gestures with her hands:) as you are now and never come home?" Henry: "After finally having my family back together? (Shakes his head:) I would never leave you, I love you both so much. But I love Ella too, and I can't leave this world behind." Regina: "So what are you going to do?" Henry: "I think I've figured out a way to remain here but keep my family together." Emma: "Well that's great, what do we need to do?" Henry: "No, I need to do this on my own." Regina: "But you don't have to." Henry: "Yes, I do. Please, you guys, you have to trust me." (Emma and Regina exchange looks.) Regina: (Taking a deep breath:) "We do trust you. Henry, we came to this land to help you, because we thought you needed it. But you're not the kid who left Storybrooke anymore.” Emma: “You can fight your own battles now. And when you can't, you have Ella.” Henry: (Sighs:) “You are so wrong. I do need you. (To Regina:) You're the first person who loved me, the only person for many, many years. (To Emma:) You’re the person responsible for finally bringing our family together. So, yeah, yeah. I can take care of bullies or brigands or whatever. But I will always need you.” Emma: “And we need you.” Regina: (Tears in her eyes, cups his face in her hands:) “Are you sure you won't come with us?”

Henry: (Pulling her in for a hug:) “I'll be back.” Regina: “I know. I just... I hate being apart.” Henry: (Turns to Emma:) “So, you're okay with me staying? You're not gonna drag me back home?” Emma: (Smiles:) “Hey, I’m with your mom. We're never gonna be okay with being apart. But like all those years ago, when you found me and you brought me to Storybrooke and brought me to my family? I’ve got to give you that same chance. (They hug:) You're not allowed to come home until you find your answer.” Henry: “Thanks, Moms. And hey, it’s not like you two won’t have your hands full soon, it’s gonna be great!” Emma: (Chuckles:) “I hope so, kid. I mean, despite Regina’s memories, I’ve never really done the diapers-and-the-feedings thing. It's what I missed with you.” Henry: “I know you’ll be fine. You have each other. No child could ask for better parents than you two.” Regina: (Sighs resignedly:) “So... if this is one of your operations, have you thought of a name for it?” Henry: (Thinks:) “Hm. How about ‘Operation: Next Chapter’?”

The Infinite Forest. (Carrying a lantern while traveling through the forest, Henry arrives outside the house of the man he seeks. However, before he can knock on the door, Henry feels a sword at his back.) Apprentice: "Turn around, brigand. (Henry turns to face him:) Do not be fooled. I am blind, but my sword is still sharp.” Henry: “I can see that. And you can put it down. I'm not here to fight. I'm here for the Author's pen.” Apprentice: “You should be warned, lad. That pen is a dangerous thing.” Henry: “I know all about it. And I don't care.” Apprentice: “I care. (Lowers his sword and walks over to stand beside the fire:) I have fought many a battle protecting it, some of which have cost me a great deal. But I will not relinquish it to anyone other than a True Author. And there hasn't been one of those in this realm for a very long time.” Henry: “I'm not from this realm. Look, it's a long and complicated story, but basically, in another land, I am the True Author. Now, I need my pen, so whatever test you have to put me through to figure that out, do it.” Apprentice: “As you wish. (The Apprentice reaches over and places his hand on Henry’s chest. Instantly, images of Henry’s storybook flash through the Apprentice’s mind:) That is indeed a complicated story. The timelines alone, they make one's head spin. (Takes a seat by the fire:) Only a True Author would weave such a tale.” Henry: (Sits across from him:) “So, what? So, that's the test?” Apprentice: “It is. You see, every story an Author has ever written lives in his heart. You have done good work. Could use a little more romance, perhaps, but maybe in your next book.” Henry: “So then I passed?” Apprentice: “It is an honor to meet you.” Henry: “Likewise. So, where's the pen?” Apprentice: “In its rightful place. Look to your hand.” (Henry looks down and sees that he is now holding the Author’s pen in his hand.) Henry: “Thank you.” Apprentice: (When Henry stands to leave:) “I noticed you haven't written in quite some time. So I must remind you, The Author's true job is to record the stories, not to create them. So no matter how many stories you have already written, you must choose each time how you will use the pen. Choose wisely... Henry.” (Without a word, Henry turns and leaves.)

The Underworld. Bar. (Cruella De Vil rises from her slumped position over the bar, awakening with a horrific hangover.) Cruella: (Grimaces:) "Oh, bloody hell. (Whines:) Not again. (Spotting the barman, she begins throwing peanuts at him to gain his attention:) Darling. Darling! Darling!" Henry: (Turns, smiling:) "Yes, how may I help you?" Cruella: "What time is it?" Henry: (Glancing at the clock:) "Eleven." Cruella: "A little more information, please?" Henry: "A.M." Cruella: (Clears throat:) "Well, I shall have a mimosa then. (Henry sighs, picking up a pitcher of orange juice:) Oh, don't need that bit. So then, sweetie, what were you, before you ended up here in the Underworld?" Henry: "Actually, I'm on a quest." Cruella: (Chuckles:) "You mean you were, darling. You must remember to use the past tense, now that you're down here." Henry: "Oh no, I'm still very much alive. I came here... for you." Cruella: "Really? Well I'm not just some lush at the local bar, I do have standards." Henry: "Not quite what I had in mind. Have you ever considered moving on?" Cruella: "To the worse place? Hardly likely. 'Where's the toilet, darling?' 'Oh, it's the flaming hole in the red hot rock, darling.'" Henry: "No, not to the worst place. I mean, what if you sought redemption?" Cruella: "What?" Henry: "Redemption." Cruella: "Ohh. No, still don't get it." Henry: "What if you worked hard and found a way to make up for your prior villainy?" Cruella: "Oh, you mean do good things to balance out the heinous things? Demonstrate compassion, er... sacrifice myself now and again for the greater good?" Henry: "Yes, exactly." Cruella: "Yeah, it's not really my thing though is it? I mean, Cruella De Vil solving crimes in a wind breaker. I may as well pet puppies with their skins still on." Henry: "You know..." Cruella: "What? Spit it out." Henry: "Maybe you should stay here. I mean, you make all the rest of the people down here look good by comparison. I think you could be the darkness that makes the light visible." Cruella: "I am? (Considers:) I... make goodness possible." Henry: "Well..." Cruella: (Continues:) "I'm the true hero, aren't I, darling? Wait a moment, where am I? How did I end up in this filthy dive?" Henry: "You were celebrating." Cruella: "Was I? How marvellous. What?" Henry: "You were celebrating taking the throne of the Underworld back from Arthur." Cruella: "Oh, that's right." Henry: "But you know, Arthur did take the throne from you in the first place. It would be a shame for you to regain the throne just to lose it again." Cruella: "What's your point, darling?" Henry: "What if I were to offer you a deal?" Cruella: "I'm listening." Henry: (Holds up the Author’s pen:) “This pen requires a special kind of ink that's pretty hard to find. But I happen to know the one place it still exists.” Cruella: “No. No! (Stands, pointing her gun at him:) You’re not taking it.” Henry: “We both know you can’t shoot me. What I’m offering is a trade. Allow me to take the magical ink from your hair and in exchange I will write that the Underworld is yours to rule for as long as you wish.” Cruella: “And why would you do such a thing?” Henry: “Call it an apology... for my mom killing you.” Cruella: (Stares at him:) “Henry? Well, well. You have grown haven’t you?” Henry: “Do we have a deal or not?” Cruella: (Lifts her glass:) “Bottoms up. (Taking that as a yes, Henry pops open the lid of the inkwell as Cruella drains her glass. The ink begins swirling above Cruella’s head transferring from her hair to the inkwell. Posing:) How do I look? (Chuckles at Henry’s look of shock:) You know, some people struggle not to be drawn into the darkness. Ever since I was a little girl, I've said, ‘why not splash in... And have fun?’" Henry: (Shrugs:) “A deal’s a deal. My Grandpa taught me that. (Dipping the pen into the ink, Henry begins to write on a cocktail napkin:) There. The Underworld is yours.” Cruella: “Fabulous. (When Henry turns to leave:) So, now that your ink pot has been replenished, what do you plan to do with your Authorial powers?” Henry: “Actually, I’m going to break the golden rule. I’m going to write my own happy ending.” Cruella: “Really?” Henry: (Nods:) “I’m going to unite my dream world with the other realms of story.” Cruella: “But, once you do that, won’t you lose your powers?” Henry: “Yeah, pretty much.” Cruella: (Smirks:) “It feels good to be bad sometimes doesn’t it, darling? (Raises her glass once more:) Well, here’s to me.” (Henry merely smiles, exiting through the back door, leaving Cruella to contemplate the first order of business in her new kingdom.)

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Mirror Effect

part 1

~basically another adventure with Klaus, Diego, and Five. (Not accurate to how season one ended)

"Diego calm down, man"

The parking ticket clutched in Diego's hand suffered the blunt of the assassin's wrath, though a weekend in New York with his brothers did nothing to call it a vacation. "No I won't calm down. It's a goddamn city and there's no parking anywhere, but a $200 fine for blocking a fire hydrant? Un-fucking-believable".

Five rolled his eyes and Klaus tried to gently pry the pink slip from his hands.

"I believe we have better things to do than worry about a little traffic offense, say perhaps, finding a serial killer?" Five remarked. The Big Apple had recently seen a series of brutal murders, ranging from hobos in Central Park with their intestines strewn about to affluent women with slashes across their throats. The NYPD was met by dead end after dead end, with no DNA, security footage, or murder weapon found. The ferocity of these killings finally brought the Commissioner to contact the Umbrella Academy to find the killer before a full on panic engulfed the city.

"C'mon guys, we've spent all day and yesterday running around the city, and not even the fun spots. Take a break, maybe go to a club- i heard New York has some of the biggest raves" Klaus gave a mischievous smile.

"I might have to agree with Death Note over here" Diego said, and all but sighed "I need a drink right about now."

HI SIDE NOTE- THEY'RE ALL LIKE 20-ISH IDK BUT FIVE IS A CONSENSUAL ADULT BECAUSE PERVERSION IS NOT ALLOWED HERE.

*early in the morning, or late at night-however you would describe 3 a.m. The three brothers stumble down an empty street lined with parked cars. It's empty save for a few other drunks and a homeless woman*

"Best- night- ever" Five hiccuped, swaying on his feet.

Diego let out a laugh, seemingly holding conversations in his head, or thinking of the girls that crowded the club they had just left.

"You both are lightweights" Klaus was tipsy, but he preferred to stay away from his past vices. Sobriety was tough, but also his new high was staying in control of his powers- powers he had just truly discovered. He looked down the street and squinted. "Hey um, did i accidentally take something or do i see a little girl that looks like she just crawled from a well?"

"Hey... I see her too- HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" Diego shouted down the now abandoned street. The girl's soaked hair covered her face and she wore a wrecked royal blue prom dress. "Looks like someone isn't having a fun night"

Just at this time, she charged the trio, her bare feet making a slapping sound at each step. Her shoulders didn't bounce with her step though, and she moved faster than an average person, inhumanly.

Five stood up straight, seeming to crawl out of his drunken stupor. "That's creepy as hell". Diego raised a blade to take the girl down, but then she dissipated into nothingness, leaving behind wet footprints.

Behind the group was a rich laugh, followed by another humorous howl, and all overlapped by snorting. "Dude that's so fucking e v i l- i love it"

The three brothers whipped around to a group of girls, all around their age. The one of the left had red hair, though the street lights made it look more orange, and she was doubled over in laughter. The other two girls both had brown hair, one with a straight style and the other with loose curls, and they were both supporting each other as they howled at the brothers' confusion.

"Who the hell are you?" Diego barked.

The red head was the first to stop laughing and moved in front of the other two. "Good question, but here's a better one: what brings half of the Umbrella Academy to New York City?" She smirked at them, eyeing each of them, and her gaze hovered over Klaus.

The curly haired girl moved next to her and nudged her side "where's the rest of them?". The one with straight hair moved closer than the other two, "Bro wait you're Diego right? You're like really hot" she said, bluntly.

"Thanks? Wait who the hell was the girl from the well?"

Curls spoke up, "oh thats just Stephanie, she's a figment of my imagination."

"Step- what? Who the fuck are you?" Five moved closer to the group, preparing for a fight.

"Oh calm down. I'm Kayla- friends call me Angel" the red head said, winking at Klaus. "Mind-Games over here is Christina, otherwise referred to as Dahlia, and Diego's admirer is Emma, we call her Phoenix."

Klaus looked at each girl "Those sound like superheroes names. Wait, do you guys have powers?"

Emma nodded, "Hell yeah". Just at this moment, her body ignited into an inferno of flames. Seeing this as a queue, Kayla squared her shoulders, and in an instant a pair of huge, magnificent, white wings sprouted from her back. She smiled and gestured towards Christina, who shied away a bit.

"C'mon Chris, you can do it" Kayla said, in a voice one would reserve for a puppy.

Christina slapped her arm, glanced up at Five, and then the street seemed to morph. The air turned into a kaleidoscope, the world looked as if it were a buffering RPG game, with strange graphics. Then in a blink, it returned to the empty street.

The boys began to speak at once.

"How are there more supers?" Five sputtered.

"What the hell are you guys?" Diego seemed as if he wanted more and also he wanted to run.

"Which one of you are single?" Klaus blurted.

The girls then all spoke over each other.

Christina responded to Five "Well there were other magic births the same day as you guys".

Emma giggled out "I wish i knew what the fuck i am".

And finally Kayla responded with as much of a lack of grace as Klaus had introduced himself with "I'd be down to hit it."

Diego then seemed to put an idea together. "Wait, the murders... Do you know about the murders?"

The joking mannerism of the girls ceased. Emma and Christina glanced at Kayla. She gave a deep sigh.

"yeah, an old... friend.. of mine. Name's Max, but he goes by Razor. We've been trying to track him down. Got a little distracted when we realized the Commissioner had lost faith in us and hired some of super missionaries."

Five started in on this "A friend? What's keeping you from finding him if you're such friends?"

Emma took offense to this "Don't you think we've been trying?" She took a step towards them, and Christina put an arm up to her.

"He does not want to be found."

"I think the contrary." A deep voice flooded the street. Kayla's eyes widened and all six heads looked up towards the moon hanging low above a brownstone residence. On the roof crouched a guy, with a head piled with curly brown hair. Despite being on top of a building, it was easy to see he was a big dude, all muscles and a hatred behind his eyes, but his focus was on Kayla. "Hey Bitch" and he lunged, landing two feet from her. He raised one giant hand, and from his olive-skinned hands his trimmed nails decayed and grew into long, jagged claws.

"Ohh... Razor... I get it now" Klaus and Diego inched closer, expecting his arm to slash down at her at any moment.

Kayla's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled up. She was taunting him. "What? Poor baby can't take a break-up? Needs to go on a murdering spree to get my attention?"

From the brothers' view, Max's back muscles tightened and he radiated anger. "You little whore, I'm gonna slit your fucking throat" he growled, and then his arm came crashing down.

But instead of cutting through her face, his arm was stopped by a pissed off time traveller. "Bad move buddy."

Max didn't like this, and his knee connected with Five's stomach, sending him back a few feet.

All hell broke loose at this time, with Diego sending two knives into his back, and Klaus diving to move Kayla out of the way. Christina flew at Max, producing sharp crystals in each hand, throwing them into his thigh. Emma ignited and surrounded the group in a ring of fire, restricting their play-area. Razor roared, one that actually shattered windows of the surrounding homes, and ripped the crystals from his leg. He then threw these crystals, aiming for Kayla, but was intercepted by another body. Five had popped from his grounded location to in front of Kayla, who was standing rather too still for a situation like this. Five fell to the ground, writhing in pain as the projectiles found a home in his left shoulder. Christina's eyes widened, and she turned to Max. She then raised her arm and twisted her wrist. Max looked at her, and then felt the ground beneath him rumble. He winked at her, and then leapt from the spot, landing on the roof he had descended from, then ran into the night.

"Five!" Klaus ran to his brother.

Christina kneeled next to them "Don't pull them from his shoulder or you may cause more-" but Klaus didn't hear her and pulled the crystals from his shoulder.

"Ew thats gross" Emma looked away from the scene, towards Diego, who was looking at the roof tops.

"The bastard took my knives..."

Kayla then seemed to snap out of a trance. "We need to get him back to the house."

"Kayla, he's bleeding real bad, he's not going to make the trip back." Said Christina.

"Dumbass, I have wings."

"And I'm the one with medical training!" Christina seemed increasingly worried. "You can't fly both of us back to the house, no offense."

Emma turned back to the group that was hovering over Five. "You both are drinking way too much dumb bitch juice."

Everyone looked at her, questioning what the fuck she had just said.

Emma smirked, "Christina, you can change the environment..."

Christina wasn't following, "Yeah and?"

Emma then held the bridge of her nose, looking down, "Change the environment then."

"To what?"

Maybe she really had been chugging dumb bitch juice.

"To the house."

"Oh shit."

Christina rose up, and looked down at Klaus, "put pressure on the wound."

She then walked over to Kayla, who was enjoying this all too much.

"Get ready hoe"

Christina then relaxed her shoulders and focused on a space in the middle of the street. Then the air began to shimmer, like how heat radiates off of pavement on an August afternoon. Then, shapes began to form, then colors, until there seemed to be a shifting hole in the middle of the road.

"All aboard the magical mystery tour. Next stop: the other side of the Hudson."

At this phrase, despite his slight delirium from blood loss, Five raised his head.

"You like the Beatles??" And then he promptly passed out.

#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy klaus #umbrella academy #klaus #klaus hargreeves #diego hargreeves #number five #five #the seance #the kraken #fanfic #fanfiction #my story

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