#so we didn't really do anything after 4 pm

[llycaons]

it would be a little far to say last week traumatized me but the lady I was shadowing was so rude and mean and dismissive and unsupportive on tuesday and the incident on thursday was so embarrassing and scary that I’m having a real time of it going through my notes. I feel like such a disaster and I’m really hoping I can actually do something well this coming week

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 4

MDNI this is a NSFW series for adults. TW: dubcon in Mori & Tetcho's (if your only comment is "I don't agree with this" or "I don't like him" pls keep it to yourself! It's fanfic it's not real!)

pt 1. Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagwa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 Atsushi, Nikolai (Finale)

Sigma

He's learning what it is to be human after meeting the ADA and realizing he has free will. This includes learning what his own body does...

You've walked in on him touching himself many times. He'll be sitting in his office, tracing his dick through his pants, not knowing it's inappropriate that he didn't stop when you came in.

Another time he'll have his penis out under the desk, absentmindedly playing with it. When you come in he's like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar--all wide eyed and jumpy, "no i'm not doing anything, no you didn't interrupt." (you totally know what he must be doing)

Eventually you come in to find him hard, very obviously nearing an orgasm, his face is all red and he can't believe how good he's feeling. you're so desensitized to it at this point that you give him his afternoon tea anyway, and then ask him if he knows what porn is.

he says no?? what's that?? and you explain, to which he gets very excited so you bring up (on his own computer) a very tame video of someone getting a blowjob

"it's in her mouth??? he seems to really like it. what does that feel like???"

"I wouldn't know, I don't have a penis."

"you don't?"

"no, only men have penises."

that starts a whole other conversation about anatomy, and makes you start another video showing penis in vagina sex. this is when you start to feel weird and uncomfortable--maybe you shouldn't be showing him this. maybe he wasn't supposed to know this stuff and now it'll just cloud his mind so he can't work properly--

"can we try that?"

"HUH?"

"you said you have a vagina, i want to try that. can we?"

meanwhile his dick is still out, in hand, tip leaking pre-cum, and you're nearly throbbing wet but trying to play it cool.

"i mean... it's technically, like... you're only supposed to do this stuff in the privacy of your home with your partner, or someone who agrees to it if you don't have a partner."

"so if you agree we can go to my room, then. correct?"

you can't argue with his flawless logic.

Mori

There are certain rules at the PM that you cannot afford to break. One of them is that you must meet with any executive, especially the president himself, at any time they call for you.

when you wake up from a nap in your office to not one, but two missed calls from Mori himself, you panic, instantly thinking you're going to be fired for ignoring him. You know exactly what he wants and you're not supposed to be late for these meetings.

you rush to his office, sleep lines still smushed into the side of your face from falling asleep on your hands. you have to explain to two sets of guard that he called you twice and you were only now able to get to him, and they usher you into his penthouse.

he's not in his chair overlooking the city, instead he's lying on his bed under the covers. as soon as the door closes behind you, he sits up, frowning. shirtless.

"it's been 30 minutes since i called for you."

"i apologize, sir. i was unable to get here any sooner."

"why is that?"

"i was..." you think about lying but know it won't end well. "i had fallen asleep in my office, sir."

"why are you so far away? come closer."

you summon your courage and walk to his bed, and as you get closer you realize there's movement under the blanket around his lap...

"doesn't this bed look far more comfortable than your desk?"

"yes sir..."

"good. do you know why i called you, [y/n]?"

"no sir..." you pretend.

he pushes the blankets down, revealing that he's completely naked and furiously hard. his whole cock is blushing, the tip especially an angry red.

"and now?" he asks, to which you nod meekly. he holds his hand out to you, and you take it, letting him guide you to sit on the bed.

"if you finally let me breed that tight cunt of yours i may be inclined to overlook your tardiness."

Tetcho

you're one of the hunting dogs, and you're very adept at hand-to-hand combat. Tetcho trains with you regularly, enjoying how much endurance you have and how you manage to smile when you fight him. he quite admires you for it, actually, though he keeps it to himself

after beating him one day, you sigh as you stretch out a sore muscle and absentmindedly say that you wish there were higher stakes, because he's starting to get predictable.

this. pisses. him. off. he doesn't like being called predictable. he hates that you're losing interest in fighting him. he doesn't want you to train with anyone else, the idea makes him jealous.

he thinks about it too much for his own good, and more than once he's gotten an angry boner from it--he can't help it, alright. it happens when he's fighting you sometimes too but you've never noticed (or so he thinks)

he thinks up a way to up the stakes, to make it seem more important that you win against him, while simultaneously training privately in a new fighting style. then he waits...

finally, it happens. you happen to walk in on him while he's masturbating, and he can't help but laugh at the shocked look on your face.

"come here" he says, and you bark out a laugh, saying "no fucking way," and you try to leave his room, but he jumps up, grabs you, and drags you inside, closing the door behind you.

"you said you wanted to up the stakes, so i'm gonna up them." he says, pinning you between himself and the door. you try to shrink so his dick wont touch you, but he presses right against you.

"fight me. right now. fight me off and if you can't beat me, i get to fuck you."

"tetcho what the fuck??" you half-heartedly struggle against him, but he laughs and pins you arms above your head.

"you're out of your mind," you say, twisting your hands free and dipping under his arms.

"what, afraid to give me that pretty little pussy?"

"ew, don't talk like that!" you say, backing away from him, and he follows, strategizing how to catch you and get you in his bed

"what, you don't wanna take this fat cock in your tight little cunt?" he taunts, grabbing the base of his dick--this whole time he hasn't had pants on. your face flushes red and he doesn't miss how your eyes glance down.

he's pissed when he gets you in his bed only a minute and a brief scuffle later. "you held back," he grunts, ripping straight through your pants. "where's the fight, you mean bitch? you're tougher than that. you just want this cock huh?"

[if it wasn't obvious, he has a crush on you and you didn't fight back when he said he wanted to fuck you, because you also have a crush on him -.- pls stop leaving rude comments abt this post. i am just a person.]

[oikharou]

POUTY BOYFIE

having a day off from practice, tsukishima spents his day with cuddling you after not giving you proper affection for almost a month, however, he started to overthink when he sees you liking a 'specific' comment in tiktok...

with tsukishima kei

note/s: gn!reader

genre: (slight) angst to fluff, crack, comfort

It was 4:20 pm when you felt the couch dip beside you and two long but large arms embrace you. Tsukishima pulled you close and buried his head in the crook of your neck before sighing contently at being near you. You smiled at his affection and ruffled his hair. "Hi, love. Just woke up?"

"Mhm.." He hummed in response. "I was about to sleep in more but then I realized you weren't beside me so I came to find you." He mumbled and god you wanted to squish him (lovingly) for being so adorable. Your boyfriend is always clingy whenever he's tired and always wants you near him but his schedule for the past weeks wasn't really letting him go home early to be with you. It's rare for him to be very affectionate but you still love him nonetheless.

"Aw, I'm sorry Kei. I was scrolling in Tiktok but I figured that you wanted peace and quiet while sleeping so I went out to watch tiktoks in the living room." You explained but he just held you tighter in response.

Minutes passed and he peeked to see what tiktok you were watching. The video contains a young woman filming her boyfriend doing all kinds of love language to her and you slightly smiled at the sight (Tsukishima didn't see you smile). You double tap to heart the video because it reminded you of your Kei as well, doing all types of love language to you. You then clicked the "comment" section and your boyfriend is watching all the small actions that you were doing. He's reading the comments as well and almost snorted when he read 3 comments that say, 'The highway is definitely calling for me to sleep there', 'Punching the air rn' and 'God, when will it be my turn?'

However, his eyebrows furrowed when you liked all those 3 comments and started to overthink. He knows that his schedule for the past weeks made you two not have a proper conversation but he tried his best to give you the attention that you wanted, so what made you like those comments? Did you expect something more from him? Has he been neglecting you so badly that you wanted to be like the couple in the video?

He then pushed you to indicate to you that he wants you to get off of him before standing up and mumbling, "I'm going back to bed." And walking away. You didn't question his antics, which made him slightly irritated, and sighed quietly as he grabbed his headphones and listen to his music sadly.

Minutes passed by, and you were growing bored of watching TikTok so you locked your phone and went to your shared bedroom with Kei before slowly crawling into the bed beside him. Kei didn't hear you enter the bedroom so when he felt someone touch him, he jolted in shock and opened his eyes to see you snickering. He faked his annoyance and rolled his eyes before turning his back on you to 'continue' sleeping.

"What's the matter snarkyy~?" You called him with 'that' nickname that you use to tease him whenever he's being his usual sarcastic self. "Nothing, shut up." He replied and continued 'sleeping'.

"Uh huh, nothing?" He didn't say anything so you plopped yourself on top of him and he let out a small 'oomph!'

He looked down to see you smiling at him. "Please go away." He said and tried to push you off but you didn't budge. "Nope!" You said, emphasizing the 'P'.

You crawled until you're met with his pouty face. "You're pouting~" You said as you poked his cheeks but he just hummed in response.

So you grabbed his cheeks and placed tons of kisses on it. He felt his cheeks hot but finally cracked a smile as you pecked his lips. "There we go! You look so handsome when you smile." You said and adored his blushing face.

"So you're saying I look ugly whenever I don't smile?" He teased and you nodded, "Yup." He was taken aback before you said, "Just kidding! You look handsome all the time, even if you're crying."

"Tch." He clicked his tongue and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. He decided to not tell you the reason of his annoyance (or maybe later?) because he's enjoying your affection right now.

@oikharou — all rights reserved — no reposting, translating, plagiarizing and claiming any of my works as yours

[n0vabug]

Insomnia

So the readers mom gets like sick and put into the hospital and the reader finds out, but doesn't tell sam because she didn't want sam to worry, so she snuck off everyday to the hospital to visit her, She developed depression and really bad anxiety and insomnia and sam finds out. Sorry if it's not good, I forgot about this and then came back to it and rushed the end so yeah 👍.

This contains: mentions of depression, anxiety, insomnia, angst, a little fluff (I would've wrote more but I needed to post smth 😭😭), and other stuff like this. If this or anything else makes you uncomfortable, I recommend that you do NOT read this. Words: 1757

THIRD PERSON POV

Sam, Y/n, Mindy, Chad, and Tara, have all moved to NY six months ago after the ghostface attacks. Y/n's mom lived in New York and Y/n was always close with her mom, her mom made her feel loved and always put her first, when Y/n first told her mom about dating sam, her mom was very supportive and loved sam like she loved Y/n. When Y/n told her mom that they were moving to NY, her mom was very happy. Her mom lived in Brooklyn while Y/n and Sam lived in the city so they lived about 30 minutes away from each other. After 2 months of living in NY, Y/n's mom got really sick and put into the hospital, she eventually fell into a coma. Y/n's dad left her and her mom when she was 2 so they had no contact with him, so Y/n was the only person the hospital called when she got put there, since they had no other family, her mom's parents died and her sister lived in another country and has no contact with them. Y/n snuck off to the hospital every day to visit her mom, she hasn't slept in 4 months and hasn't been the same. Anika quickly became best friends with Y/n, so when she wasn't with Mindy, she was with Y/n. Sam and Anika have noticed but Y/n just lies and says she is fine.

Y/N'S POV

It was 1pm, which was the usual time that I went to visit my mother in the hospital, I told sam that I had to go to my job, praying she wouldn't find any of this out. The insomnia, the depression, the anxiety, the pills, everything else, all of it, if she found out, she would be pissed that I've been lying to her.

"Bye sam, I have to go to work."

"Yep, I know, bye." She came over to me and tried to hug me before I left, but I flinched when she put her arms out, causing her to not hug me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm great, love you, bye."

"Love you too..." was the last thing I heard before walking out the door and to my car.

SAM'S POV

Y/n has been acting really weird lately, she usually loves physical touch but she flinches every time I try to hug her, she hates only saying "love you" because she says "it has less meaning if you don't put the I in front of it" but she hasn't said "I love you" in who knows how long, she stares off into space all the time, and her eyes, they look exhausted. She goes to her job everyday at 12:30 pm, she doesn't tell me where she works and she shows up very late every night. Anika was the only one to seem who noticed. Anika was thankfully at our dorm so I could tell her what happened this time, Chad, Ethan, Tara, Anika, and Quinn all had a small hangout. I walked up to Anika to pull her aside for a second.

"Hey can I talk to you for a second?" I asked

"Yeah, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's just something important I have to talk to you about." I said before walking into my room with her following behind.

"She's being weird again." I told her

"What happened this time?" She asked me, we always told each other if she was acting weird, we asked her if she was okay, but she always said yes, we both doubted it though.

"She said 'love you' again and flinched when I tried to hu g her."

"Ask her about it Sam, and this time don't just ask if she's okay, because she obviously isn't, tell her that she can trust you, and she can tell you anything, but if she doesn't say anything just give her time, she'll open up about it soon."

"I can try, if I see her tonight, thanks Anika, you can go back to Mindy now."

One secret I knew about Y/n was that even though she was 25, she still kept a notebook that she wrote in like a diary, like a 13 year old. I knew I shouldn't have, but I wanted to figure out what was going on, so I looked in the place she hid it, and grabbed it, I opened it and started reading.

June 2022

One of my mom's friends went over to her house today, they found her passed out on the floor, she called an ambulance and they took her in, she was put in a coma, I don't know how to feel, but I told sam I got a job, and left today to visit her at the hospital, she was cold, lifeless, seeing her like this hurt me, I couldn't tell sam, I didn't want her to worry about me, plus it'll ll probably be fine soon.

September 2022

It's been 3 months, she's not awake, I've had little to no sleep during this time, I developed depression and worse anxiety problems, I sneak to the hospital everyday at 1pm still claiming I'm going to work. I think Sam and Anika have started to notice, they ask me a lot if I'm okay. Every time Sam touches me, I think of my mom when I was little, I know it's a weird comparison but idk it's just how I feel, I miss it, but I just don't want a reminder of what's been going on.

October 2022 I've suffered from insomnia for 4 months now, all because in my restless dreams, I see her face, her pale lifeless body, laying there. It's all getting worse, I still haven't told sam, I don't want her to worry.

Y/N'S POV

I walked into the room my mom was in, again, like I have for the last four months. I'm staring at her cold lifeless body, every time I see her my heart just shatters, seeing her like this everyday, asking myself if it will ever just get better.

Before all of this happened, I loved physical touch, when sam's warm soft hands would intertwine with my fingers, or wrap around my waist. I loved it. I miss it, but every time she touches me, I think of my mom. When sam puts her hands on my shoulders it makes me think of a game me and my mom played where I would hide and when she found me she would be secretive and put her hands on my shoulders to scare me. When sam hugs me I think of how I would run into my mom's arms everyday she picked me up from school. When sam kisses me on the forehead or cheek, I think of my mom kissing my forehead or cheek when saying goodnight. It is a weird comparison but of course my mom did it out of love, but family type of love, while sam does it out of romantic love, but her touch just reminds me of my mom when I was a kid. I understand it sounds weird, but idk.

~~~

I get back to the apartment, thinking it would be a normal day, but the second I saw sam, I was interrogated with many questions. 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Is she okay?"

"Are you okay, well I know the answer to that, but you should've told me, I worry more now that you didn't tell me about this."

I looked at her confused, why would she know any of this, I couldn't think why she would know, until she held up the diary, I know I'm 25 and it's stupid but it's a nice way to get my feelings out.

"I uh, I don't know, I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner." Tears brimmed at my eyelids, I tried to hold them back but I couldn't, I stared at sam for a moment until the warm tears trickled down my cheeks and wouldn't stop. She gave me a concerning look, but didn't hug me because she knew about the touch thing. I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and tightly gripped onto her shirt. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back, she put her other hand on my head until she picked me up, my legs wrapped around her waist and face buried in the crook of her neck.

We sat there for a few minutes until I calmed down.

"Listen, you know you can tell me anything right? It hurts me to see you in this state, I can see you have barely slept, I've noticed the anxiety and everything else. You can talk to me whenever, if you want to talk to me about this, I'm willing to listen whenever you're ready and whenever you want to talk. I love you." Is what she said before kissing my forehead.

"Thank you, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before, I just couldn't, but you know now so I'll tell you more about it later, I'm still not exactly ready. I love you sam."

She looked at me and smiled, she then passionately kissed me, and ofc not being able to resist, I kissed her back. I love her.

A/N Sorry about the end, I kind of forgot about this and needed to quickly finish it 😭😭😭, anyways it's almost summer and i'm really excited, except for the fact that I have to leave my friends which makes me very sad, I wished for it to be summer and now it almost is and I regret it because I might not see some of my best friends ever again ☹️☹️. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter.

UPDATE: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS GOING ON THROUGH MY HEAD WHEN I WROTE THIS, IM NGL I HATE IT, BUT IT HAD THE SECOND HIGHEST AMOUNT OF VOTES ON WATTPAD 😭😭. ALSO FUCK THE AUTHORS NOTE, ITS ALMOST SCHOOL, AND IM NOT FUCKING EXCITED, IT WAS ONLY ONE FRIEND I WAS LEAVING BRO, AND I STILL TALK TO HER, BUT WTF WAS GOING THROUGH MY MIND WHILE WRITING THIS, I MEAN ITS WHATEVER IG. BTW THIS AND SICK WERE ALSO FROM MAY.

[rize-is-writing]

Holaaa, i've came across your blog and i like your writing. I was curious, i would like to request some BSD heacanons with a male reader that always gets in trouble, romantic headcanons with ; 1-ADA!Dazai 2-PM!Dazai (i may like dazai) 3-Yosano 4-Higuchi 5-Atsushi Thank you if you do this!

“Trouble, troublemaker, yeah, that's your middle name”

ADA! Dazai Osamu, PM! Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Higuchi Ichiyo, Nakajima Atsushi x Male! Reader who often gets in trouble

Let's be honest: he is in trouble with you. The perpetrator, the accomplice or the one who just put more gasoline to the fire. He can be all of this.

"Oho? So that's the idea" Dazai said with a grin as you explained your idea, seemingly quite pleased "But... Needs some polish. Mind if I put some of my input in this?"

And just like in a double suicide he dreams, he will be by your side while Kunikida yells at the two of you, or whoever is in a position higher than yours.

Not that Dazai really cares about being in trouble: since did that even bother him? He will just be himself in such situations- joking, not even listening perhaps.

But if you feel somewhat bothered, well...

"Pfff- hahaha!" you heard Dazai start laughing, looking over at him "Did you see their face? It looked like a tomato, it was just too funny!"

He will not dramatize it, but as always making a joke out of it, trying to cheer you up in the process.

After all, Dazai doesn't wish for you to think of this as a negative trait or experience, wishing for you to have fun!

You are too handsome when you smile after all~ how can he not wish to see you smile?

You were in it together- but he won't take the consequences with you.

He could be the one to have put you in trouble but wouldn't even step in- he would enjoy the show from afar. Not exactly the healthiest thing between the two of you...

"Dazai!" you called out angrily whole approaching your boyfriend, who was already smiling knowingly. Too knowingly for your liking.

You gritted your teeth, pulling Dazai by his collar. Your faces near, too much so- yet, Dazai didn't appear intimidated by it in the slightest. Perhaps even too much comfortable in the current position...

"Whoa whoa whoa, calm there handsome!"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"What could I have possibly done?" he asked, tilting his head almost confused. Almost, you weren't fooled. Not anymore.

"You know what you did!"

You and Dazai do indeed have high and ups in your relationship already- is already a miracle that the two of you are still a thing.

Because Dazai knows how to make up- he always does.

"C'mon, just a tiny little joke, why exaggerating so much jeez" said Dazai while his hands slowly snaked around your neck and then whispered in your ear, almost seductively sending a slight shiver on your spine "Want me to make it up for you?"

She will never agree to do anything with you if you are one prone to mischief. Would also try to stop you if she catches you.

But if you get in trouble for simply a bad timing,

She is somehow always the first to know what happened and that you are in trouble.

"He did what now?" Yosano asked as she looked over Ranpo, who was simply enjoying his lollipop. He didn't even reply, a muffled hum espaped his lips. Yosano simply sighed defeated and tired at the same time as she got up from her seat "Well then, if you'll excuse me"

She will reach where you are as soon as she can, walking down with calmness and grace as she puts herself between and the person who is lecturing you. She will apologize, and assure (emptily) that it won't happen again!

But when the other person leaves the two of you alone...

"Alright, darling" she said, her teeth gritted as she turned to look at you. Her arms crossed over her chest, Yosano's smile stiff as the anger "How about we chat a little?"

Now will be her turn to lecture you-

But don't worry! The only consequence you'll receive is to help her shopping and bring her bags around.

Higuchi is always Higuchi: passionate and protective, to an almost coddling degree. And of course this reflects on how she protects you.

She doesn't agree on what you do, and often lectures you.

"You can't just let this always happen!" she would as always say, pointing a finger towards you "You have to be careful, you understand?"

Yet, Higuchi is the one to help you. She would cover up, help you to get rid of the mess you did- hell, she would take the blame in your stead!

But one thing she cannot absolutely tolerate is when someone yells at you- she simply cannot stand it.

"He didn't do that on purpose!" Higuchi tried to explain, a bit too abrasively though, as she stood in front of you protectively while glaring at the other person.

"Ichiyo, please-!" you pleaded, not wanting this to go any further.

Ichiyo will fight tooth and nails for you- that can be of course a noble thing, since she wants to protect you. But is also one her of her weakest points in such situations.

Well, Atsushi isn't exactly the most forceful person on this list. In fact we might even say he is pretty weak.

He will try to be the voice of reason, tries to stop you, keeps an eye on you as well! But all for naught.

Most likely he got involved in one of your shenanigans while trying to stop you.

He often apologizes for you, is all he can do sometimes- he gets so nervous and apologizes so profusely, making sure you apologize as well.

"Just- just how?!" Atsushi asked, feeling exasperated, his voice cracking a bit as he asked that, after another one of your little messes.

You looked at him flustered for a second while playing with your fingers "Ehm... You see..." then you playfully hitted your head, sticking your tongue out "Bleh!"

"That's not an explanation !"

He loves you.

[cr3sswellsgf]

absolutely ravishing - maiko week ’24 day 3/4

prompts - jealousy / parents

inspired by this tweet by kvohru 'maiko headcanon zuko puts baby izumi's hair into mai's buns anytime he pisses mai as a way of silly apology/getting her to soften up & talk to him WALK WITΗ ΜΕ' in which maiko go to a party and mai feels left out. baby izumi is the cutest. zuko is a good father. amongst other things lol.

It was a lovely, sunny morning, and Mai was pissed off.

Normally, this wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary—after all, she was famously ‘angry at the world’, but this was different. Today, Mai was pissed at the Firelord.

Also known as her husband.

He was, admittedly, unsure as to what he’d done to warrant her annoyance today, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further by asking. God, no. He’d rather pluck every hair off his body than have Mai think he was an inattentive, dismissive, careless husband who didn’t care about his gorgeous, beautiful wife! He was better than that, thank you very much. So he did the next best thing and tried to rack his brain, thinking over his actions over these past few hours.

Okay, he thought, pulling out a teapot from the cupboard. This mood started at, like, 8 pm last night? He put on some water to boil, falling into that familiar rhythm of making tea.

Because he was the Firelord, he rarely had the chance to do things for himself, and while that was an insane privilege he frankly enjoyed, it was nice to take a break from everything and just be with his family, away from the hubbub of the palace.

Hence this vacation at Ember Island.

The moment he realised he had a few off-days in his calendar, he decided to plan for him and his wife to go on vacation.

He let the teapot boil and started on breakfast. Rice for the rice porridge, what remained of the dumplings and steamed buns they’d bought, and whatever else he could find. Oh, and eggs and chopped fruit for baby Izumi.

He smiled at the thought of their pudgy little 9 month old. She was just starting to speak, though that mostly came in the form of incoherent babbling with the occasional Mama. Yeah, she called them both Mama.

And yes, Zuko was a teensy bit sulky about that, but I digress.

Just as he was about to put his hair up and start on breakfast, he heard that distinct baby voice he was just thinking about. He glanced at the clock— yup, 7.30 a.m., on the dot. Izumi was awake.

Right now, it was usually a race with time. He had a very short window of time before Izumi’s good-tempered giggles would turn into wailing screams, and he was determined not to wake Mai up any earlier than she needed to be.

She was on vacation and she deserved to rest.

Also, she was mad at him. So. He really didn't need to make it worse for himself.

“I’m coming, darling,” he called out in a whisper when he was close enough, crossing the distance in long strides. At the sight of that little girl in her crib, all chubby limbs and big golden eyes, he smiled and reached to grab her. “Hi, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling into that space between her cheek and shoulder and kissing her. “D’you sleep well?”

She made an incoherent baby noise and happily grabbed a strand of his long hair, which was, positively, one of her favourite pastimes, it seemed. He winced, regretting not putting it up earlier. “Let’s get you changed,” he said, trying to untangle her fingers from his hair— that is, trying to undo that vice-like grip babies seemed to have. I mean, at least that meant her fine-motor skills were good? Pincer grip, and all, right?

She didn’t let go. He sighed.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go so I can get you out of this nasty diaper.”

She didn’t budge.

“Don’t you wanna change so we can surprise Mama with breakfast? We won’t have time if you keep this up.” Just as he had begun to suspect that reasoning with a nine month old was a lost cause, she actually let go.

“Mama!”

“Oh, of course that’s what gets you to let go!” He clicked his tongue.

She giggled again, and, instead of grabbing his hair, she valiantly took to doing her other favourite pastime. Which was just, like, smacking him on the face repeatedly.

Think like, someone clapping their hands, but instead it’s just his face between her hands.

Since he was almost always on morning duty, this was more or less how every morning went.

⁎⁺˳ ✧༚ ˎˊ˗ ♡ ˗ˏˋയ ✩

Finally, after much trials and tribulations (i.e. Zuko violently getting his hair pulled and cheeks pinched), Izumi was changed into an adorable onesie and strapped into her high chair in the kitchen.

Oh, also, the water had completely evaporated in the time it took them to do all that, so he needed to refill the teapot. “What would Uncle think if he sees this,” he grumbled, opening the window to let the steam out.

Now that that was all over with, he was again plagued with the fact that Mai was mad at him, and he didn't know why! So, being the mature Firelord he was, he decided to take that issue to council.

“Your mom is mad at me,” he said to Izumi, quickly tying his long hair back and away from his face, in a loose bun at the bottom of his head, and rolling up his sleeves.

Izumi babbled excitedly and kicked her feet at the reference of her mother. “Mama!”

“Yup, that’s the one,” Zuko agreed, chuckling. He pulled out a bamboo steamer and started preparing the dumplings and steamed buns, planning on letting them steam while he washed and cooked the rice. “Anyway, as I was saying, Mama is mad at me, but I don’t know why. I tried asking her last night, of course, but she said she was ‘fine’, which is, obviously, a blatant lie.”

He cut up some fruit on a plate for Izumi to hold her off while everything else was ready. He had approximately twenty minutes until Mai got up, which he figured would be enough.

“I can’t really recall doing anything to upset her last night, and I don’t even know when she got upset, you know? She was fine and then she suddenly wasn’t!” He finished washing the rice and transferred it over to a pot to cook. Drying his hands, he continued, “But” —he turned to Izumi seriously, crouching down to her eye level— “of course, me not remembering or knowing why Mai is upset does not mean that I am not at fault!” He cupped Izumi’s cheeks, interrupting her mid-chew. She grinned happily at him with her whopping six (!) teeth. (New development, by the way). He continued, determined to set a good example for his daughter, “Even if I don’t understand why Mama’s upset — even if she has told me, and I still don't get it — she still deserves an apology, because at the end of the day, I upset her, and that’s all that matters. Understood, Firelord Izumi?” He playfully pinched her little nose (which was identical to her mother’s), and she giggled, reaching for him with fruit-sticky hands.

“Anyway…” and so he continued, thinking out loud with his daughter and trying to puzzle out the reason for his darling wife’s anger at him, all while making breakfast for their family of three.

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“Mai, come on, we'll be late!” Zuko called out, fastening his red robes around his waist.

“Well I don't know what to wear!” she called back from her place in the closet, frustrated.

“It doesn't matter! You look—”

“—And I love you, but you telling me that ‘I look beautiful in everything’ does not help!”

Zuko sighed. He'd dressed himself and Izumi in the time it took for his darling wife to… affectionately, make a mess of their closet and complain about having nothing to wear.

Placing Izumi in her little chair, he said with an affectionate roll of the eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.”

“Is this good?” Mai asked, bashfully, when Zuko rapped his knuckles on the closet door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

He breathed out. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a long, pretty, dark red dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It had a row of buttons that sloped from the neckline down to her side, and dainty golden embroidery that matched her eyes and the gold and red fan earrings she wore. Her hair was in the usual hairstyle she'd adopted in her adult years— half of it in an elegant bun at the back of her head towards her nape, and the rest in two strands over her shoulders and down over her chest.

He noticed she put two beautiful gold pins through the bun.

“Do you like it?” she asked again, and he had an inclination her rosy cheeks weren't just due to an excess of powder blush. She adjusted it over her hips. “Is it too tight? It doesn't fit the same since” —she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes and smoothing the fabric over her stomach— “Izumi.”

Zuko moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his chest automatically, a familiar affection built over years of being together. “You look,” he rasped, hoisting her up by her waist and wrapping his arms around her middle, “absolutely ravishing.”

He craned his neck and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and gently tugging back. She wrapped her legs tighter around her and grinned despite herself, cupping his cheeks and looking down at him. One thing she enjoyed about being carried was the limited height she gained over Zuko.

She leaned down and kissed him again, their lips interlocking in an easy embrace. “Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to hurry up?” He could still hear a hint of unsurety in her low, raspy voice.

“Positive,” he responded in kind, slanting his lips over hers, “but if you don't want to go…” his hand slipped down her back to her ass.

She rolled her eyes without any heat, picking up on his very obvious implication. “Alright, horndog. Hands off.” She hopped down and adjusted her dress before looking up at him through her lashes and, teasingly, parroting back, “We'll be late.”

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The sight Mai was met with when she walked downstairs was, she thought, a sight she could never get bored of. It was such a quintessential picture of domesticity she, at one point in her life, could've never imagined would've been hers.

Her husband in the kitchen making breakfast while their daughter sat beside him, babbling incoherently the way babies did.

“Really?! And what after that?” he asked animatedly, humouring said daughter while still focused on the plate he was assembling. Mai exhaled softly, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

Watching her husband’s overly focused face as he diligently placed the fresh steamed buns onto a plate using chopsticks, a furrow in his dark brows and his hair tied back, all the while nodding along with Izumi’s story (which was, of course, all adorable gibberish).

And Izumi, who was sitting in a high chair and shoving eggs into her mouth using her entire fist, no doubt making a mess around her. What struck her though was Izumi’s hair, which was in two little buns at the sides of her head, and the front was smoothed over her head in a silly imitation of a fringe.

Mai bit back a smile.

This was obviously Zuko’s attempt at recreating Mai’s infamous hairstyle on their daughter. Which was a regular occurrence.

“Mai!” Zuko had finally noticed her.

Even after all these years of being together, and a whole child together, he still had a way of lighting up so genuinely every time he saw her. And no, this is not a firebending pun.

The way his eyes widened in an almost child-like excitement and his immediate awestruck kind of smile that made him resemble his sixteen year old self were almost enough for her to forget the fact that she was upset with him. Almost.

He set down the food, which was all ready now, and wiped his hands before walking up to her. “Sleep well?” he asked gently, tilting her chin up to kiss her. His touch was feather-light, so she could tell he was hesitant. Clearly, he hadn’t nor was he pretending to have forgotten about her mood, so. One point for him.

She let him kiss her, and she kissed back, because over their years of being together, one of the things she realised was that dealing with conflict did not mean that they had to rescind their love from each other— and especially for them two, whose primary language was physical touch.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied, her raspy voice full of that polite disinterest most people were used to hearing from her. To someone else, maybe, this wouldn't have been any cause for concern or anything out of the ordinary, but Zuko was immediately alarmed.

He could always tell.

So she's still upset. That was fine. He hadn't really expected otherwise. In fact, this was good for him, because there was no chance she could dismiss his questions about it now and say that ‘Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it’.

They sat down to eat, and after a moment of awkward silence that made him feel like a seventeen year old in an argument with his girlfriend (also Mai) again, he broke.

“What did I do?” he blurted out. It wasn't an accusatory or patronising or deliberately obtuse question in any way. He sounded painfully earnest. “I know I did something to upset you, but I just… don't know what it is. I'm sorry. I tried to think, but I still don't know. I love you. Please tell me.”

If any of his friends could see him right now, the high and mighty Firelord, practically (unintentionally) giving his wife puppy eyes, they'd probably say he was pathetically in love.

And they'd be right.

Mai sighed and put her chopsticks down.

Another thing she'd realised over the years was that, as corny as it sounded, communication really was key. There was no use going in circles and beating around the bush and waiting for the other person to figure it out. Sometimes—most times—you just needed to have the conversation and move on.

Butttttt that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy making him sweat sometimes. Most times.

“Last night,” she supplied. “At the party.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he responded without missing a beat, spooning a bit of dumpling into Izumi's mouth. “Good, huh?” He grinned when she got all excited and signed more. He directed his attention back at Mai, “Sorry. Keep going, baby.”

She feigned frustration, turning her face away from him while stroking Izumi’s hair, playing with the tiny buns. The feeling of the soft sprouts of hair between her fingers almost made her crack a smile. She knew it was Zuko's way of softening her up, but she didn't crack, wanting to make him sweat a little longer.

She shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Your little… girlfriend was there last night. You didn't tell me she'd be there.”

He blinked. “Jin?!”

Mai scoffed. “Still on a first name basis, huh?” She shook her head in bewilderment, muttering, “You'd think the Firelord would have some respect for his wif—”

“Darling,” he breathed, interrupting her, in so much theatrical disbelief she almost laughed. He was so dramatic. He left his chair and immediately went to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his.

Out of everything he could've guessed, it never would've been this. Mai was never jealous—not of his old girlfriends (just the one), that is. And of course, he wasn't faulting her for that or anything, but it was just… unexpected.

They'd met Jin the previous night unexpectedly at the party, and having already been well acquainted years ago (and having gone to Jin's wedding and having invited her to theirs, and having had Jin visit them on numerous occasions, the most recent being Izumi's birth), he'd safely assumed that speaking to Jin was fine. Right?

I mean, come on, Jin and Mai were closer than Jin and Zuko ever had been! They'd gone on one date, for God's sake!

But he wouldn't dare discredit Mai's feelings, no matter what.

“Did I say something specific that upset you? Or was it just the fact that I was having a conversation with her to begin with?” he asked, stroking her cold knuckles with his thumb, the contrast between their body temperature making him want to just scoop her up and take her to their bed to warm her up. In any means necessary.

Again, his question was nothing more than earnest.

“I… don't know,” Mai answered honestly, because even though she thought she didn't really care, she realised that she really was a little hurt, still. She had, of course, had time to think about it the previous night in the shower, and she'd come to the conclusion that while, yes, she was a little hurt at him barely paying any attention to her the whole night, busy both with Jin and everyone else who kept flanking him for a chance to speak with the Firelord, it was mostly the hormones speaking and after taking a little time to cool down, she understood that her feeling left out didn't mean that he was intentionally leaving her out. “I guess I just felt a bit jealous. And left out.”

“Mai…”

She squirmed. Even after all these years, she still felt that vague discomfort in the pit of her stomach when vocalising her feelings.

She rushed to say, “I know it's nothing and that you love me and that you're the Firelord and it's your duty to—”

“I am your husband before I am the Firelord,” he fiercely interrupted and pulled her down to join him on the floor. The gentleness of his touch contrasted the tone of his voice, both determined and desperate. “I am yours before I am anyone else's. My duty is to you, first and foremost, and I was wrong to neglect you in a party I brought you to. We came here to relax— to enjoy time away from all that Firelord bullshit, but I still found away to sink back into that role.”

“Zuko,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile, leaning into him and looping her arms around his neck, “it really isn't that big of a deal.” She kissed him sweetly once, his arms instantly going around her and pulling her closer against him. “I was just hormonal.” Then with an adorably teasing smirk that Zuko wanted to kiss off her face, she jested, “You can stop with the melodrama now.”

He huffed a laugh and spoke sincerely against her lips, “Still. I don't care if it was ‘the hormones’. I still upset you, and I'm sorry.”

“It wasn't a big deal,” she insisted, but deep down, she was really glad he cared so sincerely for her feelings.

“Don't care. I'm still sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile and the rumble of laughter in her chest. “Fine, you drama queen.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I forgive you.”

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, one side of his lips tugging up in a smirk. “So soon?” he murmured against her, slipping his fingers in her long silky hair. “I was ready to make it up to you.”

Before the kiss could escalate any further—their daughter was right there, hello?—Mai pushed Zuko away, laughing. “Are you in heat?” she asked, giggling.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “For you? Always.”

She shook her head with laughter and pulled him up to stand. They made a good couple.

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Chapter 4.

You groggily wake up with a heavy headache.

Your head was pounding so hard you almost collapsed on the floor as soon as you tried to get out of bed.

'What even happened last night?' Was what you would question yourself. But you didn't remember anything.

Anything but a stranger helping you home.

"Did he ever say his name to me..?" You try to remember but sadly fail.

"Wait a minute.." You quickly searched for your phone and found it in your purse on the kitchen counter.

It was fucking 9 am. And your shift starts at 8:30 am...

You frantically unlock your phone to send a message to your manager but to your surprise he already texted you first.

After you reply back, you put your phone down on the counter and sigh. For the split second when you panicked your headache was gone but now it slowly started to come back again. You slump onto the chair and lay your head on the counter. Expecting to feel the wooden counter, but you instead feel a piece of paper.

You sit up straight again and look confused down at your counter and realize there was a sticky note pasted on it.

'Hey, we need to talk. Text me when you're awake. -06xxxxxxxx'

You were still dazed from your hangover but somehow thought it was Gorou's number because he said you could talk to him.. Right? And then he was probably the one who carried you home?

Whatever the case was, you were going to text the number.

And then the person left you on read.

"So it's.. Gorou..?" You say with a confused expression.

It had to be him right? He was the one who wanted to talk to you after all..

'Whatever.. I should just eat some breakfast..' You think and put your phone on the counter. You make a simple egg and toast for breakfast and carry on with your day. Just cleaning up and doing some chores.

Evening rolls around and it's almost 5 pm. You look at the text message again and start to wonder: what should you wear?

Because you've looked up Uyuu restaurant and it was a pretty expensive place.. It kinda made you wonder what police even make as a salary.

So because of your indecisiveness you decide to text your friends for what to wear!

After choosing your dress and contemplating on wearing the same jacket from last night (you decided to wear it) you leave your house and wait at the bus stop. The ride from Konda village to Inazuma city was pretty far, 30 minutes, but you have taken the bus for the past 5 years so it wasn't much of an issue.

Since summer was approaching that meant that the sun stayed up longer too, so no sign of darkness yet. 

The bus itself was pretty quiet. Just you and a few other passengers, presumably to the same destination.

You take out your earphones and phone from your purse and start listening to music, enjoying the calm atmosphere around you. 

In an instant, time seems to be passing by quickly and it was already the last bus stop. You and a few others step out the bus, each going separate ways. 

You went on your phone to navigate where the restaurant was- which was only a 10 minute walk away. 

As you walk into the restaurant you're met with the scent of Inazuman dishes being freshly prepared as well as people loudly chatting. 

Everyone was dressed well, even the kids who may or may not unwillingly went. But like really really well dressed while you walk in with a casual dress. 

"Miss L/n?" A waiter approaches you with a kind smile. 

"A-ah yes, that's me." 

"Please follow me to the vip room." 

"vip room??" You exclaim in a shock. 

"Yes, your husband booked it. Didn't you know?" The waiter chuckles. 

"Huh.. No.." You mumble, completely unnoticing the fact that he called Gorou your husband. 

"Oh and by the way, next time you come here just enter the other entrance. It's less crowded and only for the VIP guests." The waiter explains, showing you the quiet waiting room with the entrance leading to the other side of the restaurant. 

"May I also inform you that he signed for a subscription under your name with his bank account linked to it? It's a yearly subscription for having access to the VIP rooms as well as other extra things we don't offer to normal guests.." He added. 

"What??" So many things being explained in 5 minutes- you feel so confused. 

"Yeah, he paid it for the next 10 years and everything that you order in those years will be charged under his bank account. Isn't he sweet?" 

"Wait what-" 

"Anyway, this is the room where you'll be dining. He requested for the room which was the most soundproof one which I wonder what he's planning for you~ It's officially under your and his name for the next 10 years so please enjoy it. If you need anything you can just order it from the tablet, however it seems like he already ordered some of your favorite dishes in advance. Isn't that just heartwarming?" The waiter sighs and looks proudly. 

"Is there anything you want to order now? A drink? I can bring it right away then." 

The waiter stares at you with a friendly smile while you are in shock, trying to process everything. 

"Uhm.. A glass of water please." You mutter and take off your shoes, placing it on the wooden floor before carefully walking on the tatami floor where a large table with two seats were placed. 

"Coming right up!" The waiter says, before giving you a chance to ask any questions. 

Honestly now that you weren't hungover anymore you feel pretty weirded out by how Gorou arranged everything? 

Like you just met him yesterday and he's already treating you like some goddess??? 

No way that that was logical?

Except... If he has a crush on you??? Wait. A. Fucking. Second.

Sure he was one of the sweetest person you met but what?? This is too much for you- You feel overwhelmed.

In a panic you pull out your phone, about to text Heizou and Sara. Though you immediately stop when the waiter comes with a beautiful glass filled with water. 

He had put the glass on a plate with some fruit accompanying it. 

"Please enjoy your water, miss." 

He said and gently closes the door of the room. 

You stare at the expensive looking water. Being intimidated just by thinking of how expensive it could be.

It looked even fancier than the f/f that was placed on the table like what the heck??

You take a sip and somehow are surprised at how clean it tastes. How did it taste different from the water at home??

Honestly you feel kind of weird just sitting here. You feel like you don't belong in this fancy restaurant.

You wait for 15 minutes, feeling kind of annoyed at the fact Gorou still hasn't arrived.

Then another 15 minutes pass by and still no sign. Not even a text.

In frustration you start to call Gorou, feeling super annoyed at this point.

"Hey Y/n! How can I-"

"Where are you??" You interrupt his cheery voice with your very irritated voice.

"Uhh at the station? Why? Do you need something?" Gorou asks, sounding concerned.

"Didn't you tell me to meet you at Uyuu restaurant? You even booked a vip room for us-?? Like what the fuck?" You kind of whisper yell.

"Y/n? What are you talking about? Are you drunk perhaps?" 

Now you were even more confused. Was it not Gorou that texted you?

But you named the contact Gorou, right?

"I'll call you back..." You mutter and quickly hang up, looking through your contacts.

And there you find two contacts named Gorou.

You look at the previous conversations and it turns out the number you thought gorou texted you from was just another number.

Basically meaning you were meeting up with a fucking stranger??

You quickly get up and run to grab your shoes, sliding open the Shoji door with a hurry.

The waiter was talking with another waiter and noticed you and waves.

"Hey! Do you need anything?"

"Please tell me the name of the bank account this is registered on!" You request in a frantic state.

"Well, let me check.." The waiter pulls out his phone and scans the qr code on the wall.

"It's Raiden Kunikuzushi."

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Notes:

Finally we found out that the person who brought you home wasn't Gorou, but it was Kunikuzushi!!

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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Battle Of The Knights Pt. 4: Round 3 -Marc

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothin- you're safe

Genre: fluff- still just fluff lol

Summary: "So let me get this straight, you all like me, so you each want to take me on a date and let me decide what to do after?" You can't believe the words you're hearing even as you repeat them back.

What happens when the relationships you've built with Marc and his two alters are turned on their heads by a proposition that is anything but simple? How can they expect you to risk blowing up the carefully crafted dynamic you've worked so hard to create? And why do you agree to such an insane suggestion?

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As much as you'd like to sit and stew on your date with Jake the way you did with Steven, you're starting to think it's best for everyone not to draw this out any longer than absolutely necessary, so the following Friday you text the trio again, this time addressing Marc, with a message identical to the one you sent Steven and Jake.

Marc. Your week starts Sunday. You have until next Sunday to plan and execute a date on a day of your choosing or you forfeit your turn.

Marc almost immediately shoots back an affirmative like Jake did.

Okay.

But it wasn't until the next day that he reached out to give you any information on your date.

Hey y/n, right now my plan is to pick you up at 7 pm on Friday. Is that okay?

You chuckle to yourself as you read the message. He's the only one who asked if his choice was convenient for you. Even if that time didn't originally work you would make it work, if that's what time his plans are for you have no intentions to make it any harder.

Of course! See you then.

You shoot him back your reply quickly. Friday. You just need to make it through Friday. That is doable. On Thursday you remember to ask for a dress code since none of them seem particularly fond of revealing their plans in advance and when you're again told to keep it casual, you pick out a pair of shorts and a crop top for your third mystery date. Marc knocks on your door just after 7 looking a bit frantic when you open the door.

"Sorry I'm a bit late. I brought you flowers." Marc says holding out a bouquet of pretty purple and white blooms.

"Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, don't worry about it. Give me just a second to set these up in a vase and then we can go. Okay?" You tell him, turning back into your apartment to put the flowers somewhere.

"Sure!" He calls after you without crossing the threshold. You don't actually have any vases lying around so you stick them in one of your reusable water bottles until you can get them a better home. No one's ever gotten you flowers before so keeping a vase in your apartment has literally never occurred to you before this moment. Marc waits patiently at your door until you return. It's strange to realize this but before now you hadn't really thought about it much until now. Usually, the boys move about your apartment as if they live here but through this whole process, none of them have stepped inside. Whether that was something they agreed on in advance or just a subconscious side effect of the temporary dynamic change you're not sure but you're not about to tip the scales for any of them by inviting Marc in. He can wait at the door if that's what he's chosen to do.

"Okay! Let's go." You smile at him once you're done, stepping out and locking your apartment door.

"Do you have your underground card by the way? We'll have to hop on the train from here." Marc tells you before you leave the building.

"Yeah, I've got it. Where are we going?" You ask.

"Oxford Circus." He says.

"Oxford Circus? What are we doing over there?" You ask frowning in confusion. The name of the station does not give you any clues as to what you'll be doing.

"That's all I'm gonna give you til we get there babes." Marc says.

"Fine." You say with exaggerated annoyance that makes Marc laugh as the two of you walk to the nearest underground station. You catch the next train headed for Oxford Circus while Marc asks you about how your week has been at work. Once you're off the train Marc takes your hand as he walks the streets to an unknown destination. After a few minutes, he pulls open the door to a building that you just barely catch the name of.

"Minigolf?!" You gasp.

"I thought it'd be fun, something laid back and low stakes. You know, except for the fact that you're definitely gonna lose."

"I'm gonna lose?! Oh, you are so going down Spector." You laugh.

"Yeah sure totally." He scoffs as you walk up to the desk at the front. The two of you pick your course, get your clubs and choose from the basket of colorful golf balls, yours blue and his yellow, and then the competition begins. You keep score because Marc is notorious for not doing that properly whenever you play games. By the time you get to the last of the nine holes of the course, it's not hard to guess how things will end. You line up what should be your final shot and knock the bright blue ball against an edge of the course that pushes it into the hole.

"HA! That's game baby! You lose." You jump up when it rolls in.

"Hey now, I could totally make this shot you know. It's not over til it's over." Marc defends.

"Even if you do make this shot Marc you're still five up. You can't beat me at this point." You shrug and Marc lines up for his next putt. It takes Marc two more shots to get his ball in.

"Damn." He shakes his head.

"Yeah- I totally wiped the floor with you." You laugh.

"No no, you wanna have the higher number obviously, so I win." Marc says looking at the scorecard.

"I know I've called you an idiot a number of times but I don't think you're that dumb. Or maybe you are if you think that's gonna work." You scoff. Marc slaps a hand against his chest dramatically.

"Ouch! Must you kick a man while he's down?" He sighs.

"Aw poor baby." You pout at him. "I'd feel worse if you hadn't declared that you'd beat me before we even started." You smirk at him.

"How evil." Marc smiles.

"That's what you get for saying I would and I quote 'definitely lose'. Looks like the stakes weren't what you thought they were."

"When did you get so good at mini golf anyway?" He asks.

"Oh I don't know. I don't play that often."

"What?" He blinks at you.

"I'm just good at most things." You shrug.

"I'd do well to remember that then." He hums.

"Yes. You would." You smile and turn to walk back to the desk to return your club and golf ball with Marc quickly catching up to walk beside you.

"So- I was thinking we could get burgers, or if you want something that's more upscale there's an Italian place not far from here that's pretty good." Marc suggests once the two of you have exited the building.

"In the theme of laid back and low stakes- burgers sound great." You say with a slight nudge.

"Awesome, there's a burger joint a couple blocks down that's so good even Steven likes going there." Marc throws an arm over your shoulders as you walk.

"Really? They have vegan options I'm guessing?" You ask.

"They do indeed. Although- since Steven isn't rambling in my head tonight I think I'll pass on the vegan options this time around. Don't tell him." Marc winks at you.

"Your secret is safe with me." You giggle. You've always found it sweet that Marc, despite not actually being vegan, tries to accommodate Steven's lifestyle as often as he does. Jake really can't be bothered- not that you blame him honestly- he's not vegan either, there's no reason for him to go out of his way to choose vegan options but Marc's attempt at consideration is nice. It only takes you about five minutes to make it to the restaurant Marc was talking about and since the place isn't busy when you get there it doesn't take long to get your food once you've ordered.

"I can see why even Steven likes this place." You hum popping a fry into your mouth.

"Good right?" Marc smiles.

"Yeah, I'll definitely be coming back here." You nod.

"Well- sounds like I'm doing pretty damn good tonight then."

"You're certainly better at planning dates than you are at playing mini golf, I'll give you that much." You shrug.

"I think I can accept that as your official assessment." He says.

"Yeah?" You chuckle.

"Yeah! Imagine if I sucked as bad at date planning. Now that would be something I can't recover from."

"I mean- it's not like I'd go home and block you if you planned a bad date." You wink.

"Sure but not getting blocked is such a low bar. I'm aiming for way higher." Marc says.

"You're doing great so far." You chuckle. The two of you joke and chat while finishing your food and even once all that's left is the rubbish you keep talking until eventually the place is getting ready to close and you have to leave. Your train ride back to your apartment is similarly filled with chatter. It's always interesting to you how no matter how long you spend with Marc you never actually run out of things to talk about with him. When you think about it, that actually applies to Jake and Steven too, it's like you can never spend enough time with them. It's nice, having someone, or in this case, a trio of someones, that you don't get tired of being around. Once you're back at your apartment there's an awkward transition from whatever you're talking about to goodbyes- neither of you particularly rushing for the night to end.

"Well- we made it back." Marc says.

"We did. I had a good time tonight." You tell him with a smile.

"That's all I was hoping for." He says. You chuckle and turn your back for long enough to unlock your apartment and then you face him again, leaning forward a bit to give Marc a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight Marc." You say quietly before stepping into your apartment.

"Wait-" Marc says before you can shut the door.

"Yes?" You tilt your head at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head before he speaks again.

"When will we see you again?" He asks. You pause for a moment and consider what would be the best answer.

"Soon." You offer. Giving a specific date wouldn't do any good. If it's too soon you'll be pressured to rush the decision, and if it's too far anxiety may eat the boys up before you even get around to giving an answer.

"Just- soon?" His brows draw together in confusion.

"I'm sorry that I don't have a better answer it's just- well I've got a lot to think about here, I need some time to sort through my thoughts." You tell him.

"Sorry- we shouldn't pressure you. It's all so- strange, we know. It's just- well you know how we can be I guess." Marc says. You look at him for a moment, it's not often that Marc's nerves show, but right now he's fiddling with his fingers and you know for a fact that he's more anxious than he wants to let on.

"Before the month is over. I'll text you all." You say in an attempt to ease his uncertainty.

"That's three weeks." He says.

"Yeah, I know. That- should give me enough time to work out my feelings about this whole thing. And- you can pass that message along to Steven and Jake, yeah? Before the end of the month. I'll message you all and we'll meet up to talk." You nod as Marc's shoulders visibly drop slightly. As if having a timeline just drastically decreased how tense he was.

"Okay. We'll be waiting, whenever you're ready." He tells you.

"Goodnight Marc." You say.

"Goodnight y/n." Marc says. With that, you fully enter your apartment and shut the door behind you. Tonight was fun. So was your date with Jake the other week and Steven's before that. You simply enjoy spending time with all of them- which, you already knew. The more you think it over the more you are sure that you're in way over your head, but it's a little late to worry about that now. You have a decision to make. But you also have three weeks before an answer is expected. Tonight you'll just let yourself enjoy the post-date bliss and you'll worry about the decision tomorrow. Or the next day. You'll get to it. Just not tonight.

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Taglist: @queerponcho @avengersinitiative2012 @stressed-cherry @animechick555

[yankstrash]

what if meels missed an important event or game that she promised to be at and it starts a fight between them

she wanted to be at his game, she really did. however, she had an important exam monday morning and despite her studying for it all week, amelia was still unsure she understood the material. so as much as she didn't want to, she stayed home from the game vs boston university to study.

it was a very last minute decision. she fully intended on putting her studies aside for a few hours to go to gabes game, which she knew was extremely important because they were playing their rival, but when 4 o'clock came and her head was still buried in her books, she ultimately made the decision to stay home.

she hadn't seen her boyfriend yet today, intending to meetup with him at the arena right after the game. gabe was already at the arena for warm ups, so there wasn't much else she could do besides send him a text that she wasn't coming and hoped he'd see it before taking the ice so when he looked up in the stands and didn't see her, no panic would occur.

from: meels 💗

"hi baby, i'm really sorry but i need to stay back tonight and study :( i know you really wanted me at this game, i know it's important but i'm in a crunch. i'll be cheering you on from my desk with the game on my phone, kick ass!!!! i love you, see you later ❤️"

she waited for a reply, but never got one. that made her anxious because gabe was already nervous about the game seeing as it's so important, and she did not want to add to his anxiety by him not seeing her in the stands. unfortunately, there was nothing else she could do. she texted him, and whether or not he sees it before taking the ice is out of her control.

hours went by and suddenly it was 10 pm when amelia finally decided to call it a night on studying.

wait.

it was 10 pm.

shit.

she hadn't looked at the time since she put her phone down after texting gabe

gabe..

the game...

shit....

she completely forgot to even turn it on and watch it.

any of it.

she missed the entire game after blowing off going.

she quickly reached for her phone and opened her espn app to check the score.

boston college lost 5-1.

shittttttt.

gabe never responded to her text earlier. amelias heart sunk at the thought of this all. she was about to send him another text when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

she voiced a "come in" and in walked her boyfriend with messy, wet shower hair and a less than pleased look on his face.

she weakly smiled when she saw him and got up to give him a hug.

"hi baby." she said as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

even in his worst moments, gabe always gave her a tight hug back. however, she could barely feel his arms around her as he hugged her back, if you could even call it a hug.

she rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. "tough game?" she asked, trying to keep light of the situation.

gabes face showed zero emotion as he said, "not at all. we only got our asses kicked by our rivals in the most important game so far this season and my girlfriend blew off coming barely 2 hours before puck drop after she promised me she'd be there. but no, it was a great game meels!"

amelia did not miss the sarcasm laced in his voice. but there was something else there too.

hurt.

amelia sighed as she kept her lips in a tight line.

"baby, i'm sorry. i am sorry, i really wanted to be there, i did and i was planning on going but-"

"but you just couldn't put anything else aside for a mere 3 hours to come support me in a big moment. i get it." gabe said as he released his arms from around her and sat down on her bed.

she knew he was upset, and he had every right to be, but the cheap shots he was taking were not gonna slide with amelia. he's acting like she didn't care one bit and-

"please tell me you at least watched the game here?" gabe interrupted her thoughts.

amelia went stiff at his question, and her reddening cheeks and lack of response was gabes answer.

he pursed his lips and nodded his head before shaking it.

"so you couldn't even watch it either? seriously amelia?"

oh he was upset.

the use of her full name was a dead give away.

"gabe, baby, i'm sorry, okay? i intended to go to the game and when i decided i couldn't i intended on watching it but-"

"you mean decided what your priorities were."

this comment made amelias blood boil.

yes, her priority was school. her priority will always be school. that's why she's here in the first place, isn't it? amelia has always done her very best at prioritizing school, the reason she is here, while also making time for gabe and being in a healthy, thriving relationship.

she has one slip up and suddenly he's eating away at her for it?

not fair.

"okay, i let you get away with quite a few jabs there but that one i'm not gonna let slide." amelia said as she went and stood right in front of gabe with her hands on her hips.

"yes, school is my priority, gabe, but that does not mean you aren't also one. unfortunately tonight i had to put one in front of the other and ultimately it had to be the one that you don't like and i apologize if that hurts you but it is what it is, honey."

the couple stared at each other for a few moments before someone spoke up.

"i can deal with my girlfriend missing a game and i can deal with her not being upfront about it to my face even though she knows how important it is, but i am very upset that you still made no effort to even turn it on while you were here and all i get is a lousy text 2 fucking hours beforehand saying you won't be there. that made me feel like shit, meels."

amelia threw her hands up as she said, "at least i told you! i could've blown you off completely. and as i was trying to say earlier before you cut me off, i had every intention to turn it on while i was studying but i got caught up and it just didn't happen and i'm sorry! but it's one game, gabe! one! you can't punish me for that when this is literally the first game of yours i have missed since we started dating!!"

gabe sighed heavily at her words, turning his head to not look at her before pinching the bride of his nose in frustration.

"i texted you early enough so you could at least see it before you took the ice. did you not see my text until after the game?" she asked in a calmer tone.

gabe chuckled slightly and crossed his arms over his chest as he said, "oh i saw it before the game."

that made amelias head spin with frustration.

"so you just decided not to answer and leave me here worrying that you'd panic right before your game about not seeing me in the stands?"

"i decided not to answer because i was pissed off." he says bluntly.

she was about to respond when gabe spoke up again. "and i know it was only one game and i know it's the first one you've ever missed, that's not why i'm upset. it was the game. if you had missed every other game this year and only came to this one i would've been less upset than i am now. but amelia you know how big of a game this was and how badly i wanted- no, how badly i needed you there! and you promised me you'd come! i'm trying so fucking hard not to sound like a selfish asshole right now because i know school is your priority, but fuck baby i really needed you there for me tonight and you weren't and the whole game was shit and the very last thing i was hoping for to make this whole thing not as bad was that you would've at least watched the game, but you didn't! the very least you could've done after breaking your promise and blowing me off! at least then i would've felt like you didn't completely not care."

at this point amelia was on the verge of tears at how upset her boyfriend was.

he wasn't mad.

he wasn't annoyed.

he was upset. really, really upset.

upset because he felt like he was completely placed on the back burner tonight despite voicing the importance of tonight and how badly he wanted his girlfriends support.

and he would've accepted the bare minimum, and she couldn't even deliver that.

would gabe have been this upset if the game had gone their way and they would have won? probably not, he probably would be going a little easier on her, but considering they got crushed by their rivals at home on top of everything else, she understood his meltdown.

amelia sighed as she put her head in her hands, trying so hard not to cry.

she didn't want gabe to think she was crying so he would crumble and comfort her at the sight of her tears, because if anything she should be the one comforting him right now.

she went and sat next to him on the bed. he let out a sigh as he looked over at her.

"i'm gonna get this out of the way and say i'm not gonna apologize for staying back to study. sorry, but i'm never going to apologize for putting school first. however, i do apologize for how upset i made you and i understand that you feel like i let you down and that i couldn't even give you the bare minimum for something i did promise to do and knew how important it was to you. you're right, i should've at least watched and i should've been more on top of that instead of getting distracted. and yes, i could've taken a break and driven the 10 minutes to the arena to tell you face to face because i know how important tonight was to you, but i didn't and i let you down and i am sorry."

for the first time since he got here, gabe tightly wrapped his arm around amelias shoulder and pulled her into him. she couldn't hold herself together anymore as she began to let tears slip out and fall onto his sweatshirt.

"i am never gonna be so selfish and sink as low as to ask you to prioritize me over school. i don't blame you for not apologizing for that, i would never expect you to. however, i do feel a bit let down that you didn't give me minimum effort for something so important and something that is my priority."

amelia nodded her head on gabes shoulder, understanding his point of view.

"i'm sorry i let you down and broke my promise. i never intended to do either of those things, but everything just got overwhelming and you ended up getting hurt by it and i'm so sorry, baby." amelia said, finally looking at gabe.

gabe pursed his lips as he said, "it's okay, princess. the game happened and now it's over and it's time to move past it. however, i am going to be selfish here and plead for your presence at the rest of our home games because genuinely, i need you there. i don't care how pathetic it sounds, i need your support with me meels. i am not my best without you."

amelia smiled and nodded her head, agreeing to that.

"i can make that work. and to make it up to you, i will be at the game when you play BU away. no matter what's going on, i will be there. i promise, and i'm not breaking it this time, or ever again."

amelia thought about that statement before revising it.

"well, if i have to break it i promise to put more than bare minimum effort in to make up for it."

gabe smiled at her, pulling her in closer to place a kiss on her head.

"works for me, baby."

[sweetmariihs2]

Since I got a Hunchback of Notre Dame (Disney movie mostly) hyperfocus I've been wondering about some stuff:

Quasimodo poured molten bronze from the top of the cathedral onto the people below, especially Frollo.

1 - He didn't cared about the innocent citizens down there which is weird for his character - maybe it was the stress idk. Or he just knew that the closest ones from the cathedral were the guards, which is where the bronze would fall. But it could have spilled on anyone. Weird.

2 - In the following morning there was no molten bronze (or smoke, or even the stage where Frollo tried to burn Esmeralda) on the square anymore. And everyone was fine?

3 - Why was there molten bronze in Notre Dame, specially in that place? I don't know much about the Middle Ages but it doesn't seem normal for that fire to be lit all the time, it would be a waste of time and firewood. Logically, it would only be melted when a bell needed to be repaired, and Quasimodo was stuck in those chains since they got out of the Court Of Miracles, probably. So it makes no sense.

4 - Poor boy was probably starving there. It was the next day. (Edit: or maybe the Court Of Miracles scene just happened at the previous day 11:00 PM and the fire scene happened at the next day 03:00 AM, who knows?)

5 - I only heard it was molten bronze. First time I watched I got so confused, I'm pretty sure that they didn't said that on the movie. Also, I never heard about churches having that kind of dangerous material inside them. People fixed the bells there? People made them there? Help I'm so confused. Can someone answer me? With real pics please? I tried to make a research but couldn't find anything.

I would also point out that Frollo standed on a gargoyle he HIMSELF had cut in the middle. He dug his own grave. lmao. you can see the cut mark of the sword on the gargoyle next to his feet. I think that's not really obvious and someone out there didn't got it. I only did after like my fourth watch.

Something I also wonder is if the archdeacon told Quasimodo the full story of what Frollo did to his mother. And yes, you may think "of course, I would love to see it that way, Quasimodo deserves to know", and while I agree with you... imagine how he would feel when knowing that the archdeacon knew the truth for years and kept it from him. Let Frollo lie to him, let Frollo abuse him and tell him that his mother abandoned him because he looked like a monster, for years, years and years. He wouldn't be fine. I can only think about his rage when Frollo tried to stab him at the end of the movie or when Phoebus appeared right after Esmeralda escaped from Notre Dame. Poor boy would never be able to look at that archdeacon's face again.

Why did the archdeacon let Frollo just take care of Quasimodo after what Frollo did?! He clearly didn't wanted to take care of the baby, the archdeacon just pushed little Quasi onto his hands for Quasi to suffer! When someone is denying something, they may do it but they'll do it grudgingly. If it was something stupid than it would be fine, but that's a whole life in his hands. The archdeacon just forced abuse on Quasi for years. What did he thought? That because Frollo felt guilty he would be a good father? He knows Frollo's character and saw how reckless he acted with that child's life. And even worse, he could have stopped it. But no, he saw Quasimodo suffering for 20 years and just let it happen.

Just found this on pinterest:

THE GARGOYLES ARE ALIVE AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT WHAT ANYTHING ANYONE SAYS. I also love them. Idc.

We see them interact with the environment around them all the time, mostly during the rebellion in front of Notre Dame by the end of the movie. I know that the sequel is not really good and maybe not even canon but Madeline sees them too. "They can be both schizophrenic" at the same time and seeing/hearing the same stuff? No way. Shut up I won't hear anyone out.

Quasimodo's pure heart and sweet - insecure behavior doesn't come from Frollo's childrearing. It comes from the Gargoyles and the insecurity Frollo buried into Quasi's head.

If Quasimodo was only raised by Frollo, he would be a thrash bag. He would have prejudice against the romani people, instead of just repeating in doubt what Frollo says during the scene where he shows the cathedral's terrace to Esmeralda. He also wouldn't be that sweet kind of guy who covers his view when suddently bumps into a girl changing her clothes. Basically he would be cruel and stupid, just like how Esmeralda said "How could such a cruel man have raised someone like you?"

And the answer is that: He didn't! Frollo taught him everything he needed to know, brought him food, and then left him alone for the rest of the day like we see him doing in the movie. You know who raised Quasimodo? The gargoyles. It's them who turned him into someone sweet and nice to have around. They're his adoptive parents in a way, you know?

And I also think that idea of them never showing themselves to humans but seeing that poor boy being left alone in that belltower made them want to do something about it. Make him some company, and teach him the right stuff - which is what Frollo wasn't doing right, just like everything else he does.

And I'M SURE, I JUST KNOW THAT IT WAS LAVERNE WHO DECIDED TO DO IT FIRST. She tried to convince Hugo and Victor about starting to help little Quasi, but they were afraid of doing it so. Laverne just said "you know what? I can't keep watching this in silence. Fuck it" and they just went along.

Also, something I learned in practice was that when you make someone insecure, convinces that person to believe they're less than anyone else and that they're stupid, dumb and ugly, this person tends to be extra nice to get approval of others. They don't even do it on purpose, the're just trying to make up for their appearence and stupidness through acts of kindess and service. And if that's done to them since a young age like it was done to Quasimodo, they do it unintentionally, and it turns into a personality trait. In a "I'm sorry for being like this. Let me make up for you" way. Like Quasimodo said "I know that I'm ugly", and in my opinion that's one of the worse ilnesses someone can have. It's not even a real ilness, and yet it's so damn hard to cure. Lmao that's totally not based on something I experienced, of course not. That's exactly why I absolutely don't kin Quasimodo. Of course not.

Children come into the world with a natural desire to discover and explore. To make Quasimodo so quiet and submissive, Frollo must have given the worst kinds of punishments to "discipline" him. He probably hit him more than once. Locked him somewhere? Maybe worse, Frollo tends to be quite creative when punishing innocent people. He broke all of Quasi's stuff he made for weeks, maybe years, just to scare him, and because he was angry.

It makes me even more worried to see how Quasi reacts to Frollo everytime they're together. He just reacts with fear and respect every time. Fear, mostly fear. What kinds of things hasn't this boy endured by disobeying or responding in a way that didn't pleased Frollo? To have to pick up the plates correctly and immediately sit down to study, and call him his "master" instead of just "Frollo".

I would also like to point out how Frollo stopped calling Quasimodo "Quasimodo" and started calling him "hunchback" closer to the end of the movie. That's how he sees him after all these years. A dumb, ugly and miserable guy who obeys him and is not even seen as a human. Have you ever watched The Goonies? You know that guy? Yes, that guy? I think that Frollo sees Quasi like this. The novel version reinforces this even more, with Quasimodo not being able to hear and barely talking.

I also headcanon that Disney's Quasimodo is still a bit deaf because of the bells. He can still hear, but lower. Sometimes his friends need to call his name twice.

And now these thoughts deserve a whole part of the post to discuss (Frollo and Esmeralda centered):

Frollo was probably considered ANCIENT because the life expectancy during medieval times was around 25-30 years. The guy was at his 66 years old.

1 - I know that in the book he's described as being afraid of woman, and a priest, so it made sense that he wasn't married. But that didn't happened in the movie. And as a (pervert) 66 yo old man, christian, white, powerful (judge and I still headcanon him as a fiefdom owner in the movie idc it makes sense in my head), traditional, who claims he's the only right person in the world and who does all kinds of atrocities, and who literally threatens (and tries) to kill Esmeralda if she refuses to "be his". Why didn't he had a wife? I mean, he could manipulate a woman or anyone for that matter if he wanted someone to... yk. I want to discuss more about this in the following topic.

What did Frollo meant when he said "Choose me or the fire"? I mean, there were three meanings for that quote in that context: "be in love with me", "hook up with me" or "be my wife (both, except that she would be stuck with him forever, and that's probably what he meant)"

Since he's a traditional christian guy and probably a sexist too based off his character, it would only made sense that he's the kind of guy to say "the man provides, the housewifes do the house chores and take care of the children".

As we see in 'Hellfire', he seems to support the purity culture, celibacy. And he's blaming himself for feeling attraction towards Esmeralda.

But this also can be for two reasons: because he choose celibacy, OR because she's a romani girl, which are people you know he despises. Or it can be both. That's also a doubt of mine.

Continuing my train of thought and taking this into consideration, Frollo feels extremely guilty for feeling attracted to her, and he claims "Destroy Esmeralda and let her taste the fires of hell; Or else let her be mine and mine alone" (I know you sang it).

Based off this, and knowing that Frollo is a radical (and hypocrite, but somehow he refuses to accept his lust for a long time) conservative christian, it would only made sense he would consummate after wedding. And by his word choices "let her be mine and mine alone", "choose me or the fire" sounds like he would like to MAKE HER HIS, PERMANENTLY. Maybe these words don't have this meaning? Maybe they're just about having her once? Maybe. But who knows. He's that kind of religious guy.

On the other way, he despises romani people and is disgusted of Esmeralda at the same time he's crazy about her. He calls her a witch, says it's her fault he was having those thoughts, "look at that disgusting display" (that classic kind of guy who says short skirts are innapropriate and too provocative but it's trying to look under them, iykyk). Basically he hates Esmeralda, who she is, despises her dance and calls it "disgusting display" and yet he's lusting over her. Considering this, it would only make sense he would do what he wants and leave her aside somehow, Frollo wouldn't want people to know that he married a romani girl, or a "vulgar girl" like her, maybe Frollo doesn't sees "the potential in her to be in a christian marriage", you know that that's extremely in character for him.

If Esmeralda had accepted his offer and did what he wanted, what would have happened? He would marry her and would exhibit her as a recanted woman? In a "I fixed her" kind of way, "and now she's my wife"? He would wipe all of her originality, personality and being out of her and turn her into his puppet like Elvis did to Priscilla in the movie "Priscilla", but worse? She would live an unhappy life with him and probably have his children too because this kind of guy believes in "only indulging in carnal acts when the purpose it's to reproduce"? Or maybe not, maybe he doesn't want children, but it doesn't matter because guys like him usually leaves all that on their wife's backs.

Also during the song "Hellfire" we see how fire Esmeralda "burns at the stake" and turns into smoke, flying into his direction with open arms. That's kinda metaphoric about him torturing her in that stake, stripping her of who she is and turning her into a ghost of herself. One that doesn't burn like flames, is softer, quieter, and willing for him and his twisted love - the kind of wife this kind of guy want.

While it also makes sense of him only having her once and considering Esmeralda "too promiscuous and part of the 'the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd', not good enough to be his wife", it's also possible that he's hinting about turning Esmeralda into a quiet, submissive and sad wife. "I can save you in this world and the other" maybe also hints at that, changing her so she's not "sinning" anymore by being who she is.

YOU KNOW WHAT? MADONNA AND THE PROSTITUTE THEORY ALL THE WAY UP. THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

There's a great channel on Youtube called "Final Girl Studios" and the owner of the channel makes video essays, she LOVES to mention this subject. It fits perfectly what we're talking about.

And ALSO I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO MENTION HER ESSAY ABOUT THE MOVIE "VALERIE AND HER WEEK OF WONDERS". She talks about the Madonna and the prostitute theory and how the movie surrounds around this. And it's relevant to mention here that this movie has everything to do with the dynamic and topics discussed between Frollo and Esmeralda, not only in the Disney movie but also in the other adaptations and in the original novel.

I mean, it's a movie that's about a young girl called Valerie who just got into her puberty and spent a week finding out about how harsh the world is towards woman in general. So many things happen in this movie, but you can get what I mean when knowing that there's a scene when the priest tries to take advantage of her but fails because he remembered he should be celibate, and later then on the movie he tries to burn her at the stake, saying that she's a witch and seduced him to sin. Valerie then shows him her tongue.

Gosh that was so fun to take out of my chest and share. Someone needs to make a full post or video about how the Madonna x Whore subject is related to Esmeralda and Frollo. It's too much work for me, but maybe you guys would like to.

Also my friend mentioned about Esmeralda wearing different clothes during the stake scene. And yeah, okay, but if she was wearing different clothes, someone made her dress them, or dressed her themselves. She (my friend) was afraid that Esmeralda may have been assaulted or abused in any way during that period of time. I don't think Frollo did anything drastic like she does, or else he wouldn't be asking Esmeralda to "recant" and accept his offer.

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I'm loving your Wilmon fic so very very much! I was feeling mostly done with YR and all related media and ready to let it go - in a happy, pleased-with-season-3, it's all wrapped up and my hectic job is demanding my attention way - and then it was like your fic just broke through my walls and reminded me why I fell in love with the show and its characters. Your Wille and Simon are so good to each other. Their anticipation and nerves and exhilaration as they begin to reconnect - it's everything.

I was surprised to see it's your first YR fic! I'm curious about your story of finding the show - when did that happen for you, when did you first feel inspired to create this beautiful extension of the YR world?

Aw, thank you so much for this lovely ask, I'm so happy you like the fic! 💜💜

I discovered YR literally on day one! Or even before day one, because I remember scrolling through Netflix’s coming soon page and watching the teaser. I remember thinking it looked like an Elite-type trashy teen show but that I would probably watch it because it’s Swedish (I love Nordic languages). Then on July 1, 2021, at like 10 pm, I was looking for something to numb my brain and YR popped up on the Netflix homepage and I thought, oh I think that's the Swedish show I said I’d watch, let’s give it a try. So I watched the first episode and needless to say it did not numb my brain, I was immediately hooked. But I decided to be responsible and go to bed, and I watched eps 2-4 the next day, and then the day after that was a Saturday and beautiful weather so I went on a hike, and all the time I was trudging up hills I kept thinking “omg omg Wilhelm and Simon are so cute and August is such an asshole omg omg what is going to happen I need them to live happily ever after”. So yeah, I’ve been obsessed from the start 😂

I was never inspired to write fic for it before because I tend to prefer canon to be complete before I write anything, but mostly because I have this weird mental block about reading/writing fic in a different language than the one I consumed the original in. It just doesn’t sound right! (I watch the show in Swedish with English subtitles, so I want fics to also be in Swedish with English subtitles. Yes I know it doesn’t make sense). I guess the inspiration for ‘maybe now’ was strong enough for me to overcome that but tbh it still doesn’t sound right and I have to do weird mental gymnastics to write it 😂

Inspiration for the fic struck very shortly after the show, this is a post I made on March 19:

Ok so who's writing a fic where Simon didn't notice Wille running after the car, or noticed him but couldn't bear to talk to him again, and they have no contact for a year until Wille's decision to give up the crown is made public on his 18th birthday, prompting Simon to reach out and tell him how proud and happy for him he is?

And then I guess I didn’t wait for an answer and wrote it myself!

The inspiration came from the fact that while I love the ending we got and I am so happy that we got it, I do agree with people who think that it was rushed. Given what the first 17 episodes were like, we got the best possible episode 18, but in an ideal world, I would have liked another season, or the three seasons to have more episodes, or the episodes that we got to have a different pacing so that there was more time between the breakup and them getting back together. This is what I wrote in a reaction post after the first five episodes:

If this weren't the last season, I think I'd want them to break up now, take some time apart and get back together after some separate personal growth. But there simply isn't time for that.

One thing about me is that I love it when characters go their separate ways, have some separate growth and find out that they can live without each other, but they just really don’t want to. So in a way it’s a kind of fix-it fic for me.

Anyway, thank you for the ask and sorry I wrote a novel in response!

[slow-burn-sally]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @totallysilvergirl for tagging me <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

171

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

2,559,305

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I live for the days when anyone asks me this question, because listing things I love is just so great. I don't actively write for all of these any longer, but I would go back to all of them if anyone threw me like, half a prompt.

BBC Sherlock

Good Omens

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

The Terror

Our Flag Means Death

What We Do In The Shadows

The Adventures of Tintin

The Hobbit

BBC and CBS Ghosts

Pacific Rim

Father Ted

Lord of The Rings

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Death In Paradise

Dalgliesh

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Crowley's Game - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

2. Return To Sender - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

3. Silk All Around You - Our Flag Means Death (Ed/Stede)

4. Oh Good Lord - Good Omens (Ineffable Husbands)

5. Out Of Suffering Into Love - Good Omens (ineffable Husbands)

hmm. Guess GO fandom is where I've cashed in the biggest, kudos-wise *Raises a glass to Good Omens Fandom*

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

I try to respond to as many as I can, and I want to respond to all of them, but ADHD and work and life keep me from doing it right away, and then ADHD and being off work and life make me forget. I will sometimes loop back around to read a new comment, then see that I never replied to another, far older comment, then go about replying to several, two years after they were left. I hope people don't mind. I promise everyone who's ever left me a positive comment, that I eat them all up like chocolate bonbons and count myself blessed for each and every one.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably that Childercelles fic where Henry dies in the end. I think maybe 10 people read it. If you're in JSAMN fandom, and you ship Childercelles, and you want a link, PM me, but I can't remember the name of the fic for the life of me. It was pretty angsty. Outside of that, I hate angsty endings. Everyone eats ice cream and cuddles at the end of my fics.

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

Gonna echo the wonderful @totallysilvergirl and say that I don't do unhappy endings. That Childercelles fic was the only one I think I ever wrote with an unhappy ending, and even that was more of a melancholy ending. Everything else is Häagen-Dazs and rainbows.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten a few harsh criticisms, and a few snarky comments, but never actual hate.

9. Do you write smut?

I sure do! I've written a whole lot of smut, and I really love it. Regardless, it can be challenging sometimes. I have to be in the right place, and have the right focus to write smut, and lately, it's been feeling more labor intensive. I've been taking a step back from the explicit stuff lately, and playing around in M rather than E, and less sexual waters for a change. Sometimes a gal needs a break. I'll always happily write it for others, but don't feel inspired to write it for myself right now.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I really see my Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell/BBC Sherlock crossover as my first and only crossover. It involves main characters from both fandoms meeting one another, and John and Sherlock live in a world where England's history is the same as the history in JS&MN. It's been a very fun experience, but I'm really writing it for @keirgreeneyes 's birthday, because we share a lot of stuff between those two fandoms, not because I love crossovers. I don't feel drawn to them at all usually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. Someone came to me a couple of years ago, saying they were being bullied over accusations that they were plagiarizing my good omens fic. They even showed me the fic people talked about, and after scanning it for a bit, I didn't see anything that looked like plagiarism. I posted on tumblr saying I'd rather people plagiarize me than cause one moment of suffering due to bullying, and left it at that. I was really just jazzed to have people *want* to plagiarize me, honestly. It was flattering.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! In Korean I think.

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

No, and I'm not sure I could. I also don't like cooking with other people or showering with other people. I just like having the reins on writing and cooking and showering fronts I guess.

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

Oh god please don't make me choose. My children, my precious children. After careful consideration though, I'm gonna have to go with Crozier/Jopson - Jopzier from The Terror. I mean. Come on. It's me.

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

I wrote many chapters of a really fun, but really complex and pain in the ass multi-chapter mystery fic for the rarest of rare pairs, Jack Mooney/Florence Cassell from Death In Paradise. So yeah, I would love to finish it, but I don't have the spoons, and it will have a readership of roughly four people.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I write good dialogue. I write good smut. I can make up stories at the drop of a hat, and then put them down very quickly, in large amounts of words. I'm a long distance runner when it comes to fic. I like my sense of humor in fics, and I'm always so happy when someone leaves me a comment telling me they laughed really hard at something I wrote. Ditto incoherent babbling about my fics making them horny. Those comments are so good.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Eh, my weakness is I'm just not an amazing writer? I do it because I love it, and it brings me so much joy, and people reading my fics brings me so much joy, and that's pretty much it. Also, I use a lot of run on sentences, and I have like six tropey things my characters always do, and I can't break out of it.

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

I didn't understand this one. I would love to write dialogues in other languages if I spoke them fluently. Outside of speaking a bunch of Spanish, I'm not fluent in anything but English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

eeeeeeeeee @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl my first ever fanfiction was BBC Johnlock! I tried writing a fic, probably back in 2013 or something, and gave up after a handful of paragraphs. I just lacked the confidence. Then, it wasn't until 2019 when I went nuts for Good Omens and wrote a bunch of fic that I wanted to go back and write that one, first, Johnlock fic. And I did it! It's Homecoming. BBC Sherlock is my first fanfiction fandom, and my introduction to fanfiction.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Oh wow. That's a tough one. I really loved my one Father Ted fic, A Sweet, Hot, Sticky Romp, because I loved emulating the comedy style of the show and thought I did a good job.

I loved Out Of Time, my Jopzier time travel wackadoo fic for The Terror.

I guess I'll stop at two. I've written 171. I should get at least two favorites.

I tag @fol-de-lol @ilthit @yeswevegotavideo @keirgreeneyes @holycatsandrabbits

[pisupsala]

One for The History Books [Chapter 11] [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw]

[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.

[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc

[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.

[Words]3.9k

[Index] All Chapters | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Epilogue

[Library]

One for The History Books - Chapter 11: Ripples You are curled up under Bradley's arm on the couch—the movie you were watching is almost over. You didn't exactly see much of it—you're not even sure which movie this is? It doesn't really matter either way.

You remember the important stuff. Bradley in low slung Navy sweatpants effortlessly twirling you through your living room to the soundtrack of the Breakfast Club. Him shamelessly taking a bite from your slice of pizza. His fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, skimming your thigh near your hipster shorts while watching TV and casually sipping his beer.

It doesn't even feel awkward—although you don't think you've had time to process anything enough to feel awkward about. Bradley makes things feel easy with his natural charm, and you are all too happy to go along with that.

“What time are you getting up tomorrow, sweetheart?”

His question shakes you out of your reverie.

“Oh, like 7?” You glance at your phone quickly, it's a little bit after 11 PM. It's not that late yet. You snuggle into him. “Why? Are you due back in Virginia Beach?”

“Not until Monday.” His words hang in the air for a moment too long.

“I mean - God,” You start before he can continue. “We're doing this whole thing ass-backwards anyway. Why don't you hang out here tomorrow while I'm at work, and we can go out after... or something? If you want.”

You clamp your mouth shut. Wow, like, all your good sense and morals just go out of the window where Bradley's concerned, eh? You are not ready for him to leave yet. What if this is a lightning in a bottle moment? Shouldn't you get to enjoy that for as long as you can?

“Is this a subtle hint that you want me to take you out on a date?” You can hear the mirth in his voice. You look up at his handsome face, grinning down at you.

Your face is growing hot. For all his sweetness, Bradley enjoys teasing and needling you a bit too much.

“Well, yeah, but it also just makes more sense this way.” You try to reply coolly, only partially succeeding, but not wanting to give him the satisfaction he can get a rise so easily out of you each time. You've fallen apart at his hands (and mouth...) multiple times now, you'd do well to try to save at least some of your dignity.

“Ah yes, it's the rational approach, of course.” Bradley's voice is sarcastic, as he pinches your thigh.

“And we've never been on a date.” You add, deadpan.

“I bought you ice cream.” He counters easily.

“That wasn't a date!” You wrinkle your nose in indignation. “That was a turn of fortune after a - oh fuck.”

You quickly sit up, pinching your nose. Shit, your nose has stopped hurting hours ago (more like you stopped thinking about it hurting), but it was clearly still sensitive. And that was a wrong move. Bradley doesn't waste time, and has grabbed you some kitchen towels, bunching them up and holding them under your nose.

“Is this why your sleeve was covered in blood?” The mirth has gone from his voice, he's calm but serious. You just make an affirmative sound, wanting the bleeding to stop quickly and not run down the back of your throat.

“Don't lean back, darlin' - tell me what happened?” He sounds concerned now. Okay, now you actually feel embarrassed. Because it's so stupid.

“I dropped a box.” You say tiredly, and your voice sounds muffled, as Bradley is still holding the wad of kitchen towels against your face. He's silent. He wants to laugh at you. You just know it.

“You dropped a box?” To his credit, Bradley's voice sounds neutral. You look at him from the corner of your eye—he's schooling his features, but you can just see in his eyes how much he's about to laugh at you.

“On my face.” You add, flatly.

“On your face.” He repeats slowly. “How?”

Is there no end to your torture?

“The shelf was too high. Don't laugh at me!”

That is of course the trigger that sets him off. Bradley, in his 6' and then some glory, is probably rarely too short for something. He's laughing at you heartily, still holding the towels to your face. You push his hand away, and get up off the couch.

“Fine, laugh at my pain and misfortune while I go wash my face.” You say haughtily, lightly slapping his shoulder. He playfully slaps your ass in return, still laughing. You yelp and laugh, too.

It's almost an hour later, after brushing your teeth, and you settle into bed together. You are exhausted, mentally and physically. As soon as you cuddle up, you feel your eyes falling close. It feels so nice.

For now at least, everything else feels far away. Work. Your busted car. The pit you would feel in your stomach when you'd lay in bed by yourself at night, where your insecurities and inadequacies would flow out until you felt you were drowning, is suddenly and thankfully absent.

If this really is just a lightning in a bottle moment, you fucking deserve it.

As you drift off, you don't notice Bradley stay awake, absentmindedly playing with a strand of your hair.

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It's early morning when you walk up to the bus stop. You got yourself an extra large coffee to go, because pinching yourself definitely didn't wake you up. You were convinced you'd wake up in an empty bed this morning, alarm clock blaring, feeling worse than ever before because that was the clearest dream about him you ever had.

But instead, you got woken up by gentle kisses on your shoulder, hands traveling down your body... you blush taking a large sip of your coffee. Nope, those fingers wrapped around your throat and his voice in your ear—oh jesus fuck the bus is here.

You hop on quickly, clutching your coffee. You're going to have to keep your wits about you today. At least while cleaning the storage, there's not that much that can go wrong, unless you drop another box on your face. Getting there, however...

As the bus approaches your stop, you start feeling apprehensive. You have to walk the gauntlet getting to your department. The Pentagon rumor mill is hungry.

Hold your head high, smile and don't stop walking.

You keep the smile on your face as you greet the guards at the metal detectors, handing over your ID card. The guard leans over to you conspiratorially.

“So miss Williams, yesterday...”

“Was very warm.” You cut in quickly, smile still on your face. “Yeah, it's unseasonably hot—I'm looking forward to winter!”

You grab your stuff and start walking to the elevators with a firm pace, waving over your shoulder at the guards. Don't give them an inch. You dodge the next few attempts at interactions by forcefully changing the topic and high tailing out of the situation—your cheeks hurting from keeping the smile plastered on your face. Yeah. Cleaning the storage solo really doesn't sound so bad now.

The smile disappears off your face completely when you reach your office door to drop off your things. An obnoxiously pink post-it is stuck on the handle, with flourished handwriting simply stating:

You're welcome <3

Oh, God. No. How could you be so blind? How did Bradley get into your locked office yesterday? You were so preoccupied with him being there period, you didn't consider how he got there. And that he really wasn't supposed to be there. Part of your work is classified, which makes your office off-limits to outsiders. Hell, to most of the team, even.

He's really going to be the end of you, and not in the sexy way.

But first. Leanne. You need to stop that girl before she blabs. Or blabs more than she already did. You rush through the hall to the small kitchenette, where you hear the voices of your co-workers. As you turn the corner, you spot Leanne, leaning against the counter. The moment she sees you, a big smile spreads on her face.

“Leanne, with me. Urgently.” You say sternly. Her smile falters as she follows you. You don't bother to look at the surprised faces of the team as you march back out into the hall.

“Darcy—what happened? I thought you'd be happy!” She jogs up to you, face concerned.

Quickly looking around, you see the hall is empty.

“Are you trying to get fired, Leanne?” You hiss at her, voice low.

“What? - what are you talking about?” Leanne seems genuinely baffled. You just hold up the crumpled pink post-it.

“Did you let Lt. Bradshaw into my office?”

“Yeah...” She seems hesitant in admitting it, and you can see she is not comprehending the issue. You pinch the bridge of your nose. Such a good start to the day, such a headache it's turning out to be.

“Okay, Leanne, listen. Please.” You keep your voice level—there's no use in getting angry at someone who doesn't understand what they did wrong, although part of you kind of wants to strangle her right now.

“You cannot let people into my office when I'm not there. Ever. There is classified material in there, and it could get very serious.”

“I thought... he's an officer... and he said he was your friend.”

You don't miss that Bradley apparently referred to you as his friend. Filing that information away for later to pester him about, you just sigh.

“I know you know better than that.” You look at her, still stern—she looks genuinely scared. “A uniform and a pretty smile don't mean anything for security clearance—don't let people into my office when I'm out, and for the love of all that's holy, don't tell anybody about this, okay?”

She nods, eyes downcast. You might not have taken the most diplomatic route, but this urgently needed to get nipped in the bud.

“Keep your head screwed on straight, Leanne.” Advice you should really be taking yourself, but you are trying to be kind to her. “Just focus on doing your job.”

Again, advice well suited for you too. Leanne nods sadly. You pat her on the shoulder to encourage her. You are curious what kind of tale Bradley spun poor Leanne, because she might be impulsive, but this is kind of a lot, even for her.

But then again... it's not like you behaved rationally after he showed up looking like a cool tall drink in those service khaki's. Underpinned by the fact that Bradley was asleep in your bed this morning, naked, when you left for work. Can you really judge?

You both start walking back to the kitchenette, and Leanne seems to regain some pep in her step again.

“So you and Lt. Bradshaw are-” Leanne flashes you a cheeky grin. Of course, her curiosity got the better of her.

“If you dare finish that sentence,” You cut her off firmly, voice forcibly light. “So help me god.” 

“Duly noted.” Leanne nods solemnly and ducks back into the kitchenette. You don't miss her wink at you as she wishes you a good day. This is promising to be a long day.

You slink back to your office, hoping not to run into anyone else. Check email, hide in storage room, wait for the day to end. Turning on your computer, you sink back into your chair. Best to get this done quickly.

You enjoy the relative quiet of your office as you focus on firing out emails. A bit too focused, perhaps.

“So are you to tell Birch yourself, or shall I do the honors?”

You look up. Riks is casually leaning against the doorway, looking like a cat that got the cream. Great.

“About what?” You don't bother to smile or go out of your way to be polite. Best to have him spit out what hell has got him going this morning, so you can avoid him for the rest of the day—or time, preferably.

But he just stands there, an almost scary smile on his face. Your stomach twists, but you keep your face neutral.

“Oh, I don't know.” He waves his hand, clearly enjoying having the upper hand in the situation. “Something about inappropriate relationships, withholding evidence to cover for your paramour....”

Paramour? Ew.

“Did you rehearse this?” You ask tiredly. Don't take the bait. A short flash of anger passes over Riks' face. Hah, that got to him.

“Nice deflection Williams.” He bites out. “But you're not denying it.”

“Denying what?” Spit it out already, Corporal Cunt.

“You withheld that incident report about Bradshaw starting a fight because you were sleeping with him, and he wouldn't get washed out of the mission.” Riks accuses you, tone steely.

You stare. Your brain seriously not comprehending where Riks is going with this. Why would you withhold that report (which wasn't relevant, and no one was punished over the indecent) so Bradley could go on a mission that could kill him— and nearly did, actually —because you were sleeping with him? Just. What?

“You should get fired over this.” He concludes. “And you will.”

“You are... insane.” You exclaim in disbelief, barely stopping yourself from laughing. “Jesus, how long have you been working on that theory? It's flimsy, even for you.”

“You're still not denying it.” He gloats undeterred. “And about the whole DoD knows about the Naval aviator that picked you up here yesterday.”

You roll your eyes obnoxiously. “And then what? It's been over three months since I recused myself. Hardly a breach of ethics.”

“Perhaps, but why did you recuse yourself?”

Shit, you might have overplayed your hand there. Stay calm. Riks doesn't have proof of anything. He wouldn't drag this out otherwise; he would have gone straight to Birch months ago. If he had anything solid to go on based on Bradley being here yesterday, he would not stop to gloat. He's fishing for evidence because he sees an in. Play it cool.

“You don't rate that information.” You brush him off, shrugging lightly. “That's between me and the boss.”

“I don't rate -” Riks scoffs loudly. “You sure like talking the talk, without having walked the walk.”

“Because you have?” You retort, getting annoyed now. Not this again. You don't belong here because you are civilian, bla bla bla. “You're working in the same place I do Riks, for as long as I have—only difference is you went to boot camp. So you can cut the crap after all these years.”

Riks suddenly storms up to your desk with such speed and anger, rage etched on his face, you are convinced he's going to punch you. You jump out of your chair and stumble back, actually scared now. That clearly hit a sore spot. He circles around your desk like a predator, seething.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch.” Riks is still stalking up to you, fist balled at his side. You almost trip backwards over your bag that you left on the floor. This is the time you need to stand your ground. He is trying to intimidate you. Don't let him. You are terrified he's actually going to take a swing at you—you've never seen Riks this mad. But he wouldn't. Would he?

“You are so fucking pathetic.” In your panic, you are near yelling just to compensate for how completely freaked out you are. “You have the whole prestige project to yourself, but you are so incredibly inept, you still come after me.”

Cheeks burning and eyes blazing, you plant your feet. You are not going without a fight. You endured years of bullshit with Riks, him cutting at your confidence, undermining you, and being plain rude under the guise of jokes. And you took it all with a smile, never wanting to take the bait. But now you will, and you're going to strangle Riks with the line.

“How incompetent are you, exactly?!” You are screaming now. “You have no proof, an insane theory not worthy of critique, and all you've done is waste time looking for a way to undermine me!”

“Because you don't deserve to be here!” Riks is yelling back at you, red in the face. “You fucked your way in, and you are using Bradshaw to fuck your way up!”

“What the- you are completely fucking unhinged! On what plane of reality-”

The door to your office flies open with such a bang it rattles the painting on your wall. You yelp. Riks quickly straightens up, still seething.

Birch is standing in the doorway, hands folded behind his back and a look that spells thunder. You are stunned into silence, swallowing dryly. Riks opens his mouth to speak, but Birch just shakes his head as he marches into your office, looking back and forth between both of you.

“This is the second screaming match in your office in two days, Williams.” Birch remarks, voice entirely too calm for his demeanor. You lower your eyes, knowing better than to speak up now. There's really nothing you can say anyway, because his statement is true.

“It would behoove both of you to behave like professionals and set an example befitting your role.” His voice booms through the room, leaving no room for argument. Shit, this is so embarrassing. The whole department probably heard you. Twice.

He stops in front of Riks, who is standing to attention nervously.

“You.” He prods Riks in the chest with a finger, voice steely. “If you ever suspect someone of misconduct, you follow the chain of command, which means you come to me.”

Riks opens his mouth again to speak.

“Shut the fuck up, Corporal, I don't want to hear it.” Birch continues without missing a beat. “Under no circumstance, you start investigating and accusing people on your own team like a piece of shit. Everything goes through me.”

Riks nods.

“Dismissed, Corporal.” Riks, stubborn to the bone, looks like he wants to say something again. “Get the fuck out of here!” Birch orders loudly, his booming voice filling the whole room again. You feel like the soundwaves are physically pushing you back.

Riks hightails out, not sparing either of you another look.

“And you.” Birch thunders as he legs it up to you, his fingers pointing in your face. You flinch back.

“Unfuck yourself.” He hisses. You blanch.

“Unfuck yourself from whatever tailspin that stick jockey has you in.” You flinch again, face burning in embarrassment, wanting to defend yourself, minimize the accusation, amend the circumstances.

“Fuck it out of your system, elope—I don't care how you do it. Quite frankly, I don't want to know.”

Your heart is beating in your throat. You don't think your face could get any redder. Did your boss seriously just say that to you?

“But you are going to show up on Monday, head clear, and you are going to do your job and not make your personal life a problem for me anymore.”

You look at Birch, nodding mutely. Shit. At least you're not fired? But this definitely ranks among the worst and most uncomfortable workplace conversations you ever had. Birch sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“A new senate committee is being formed to investigate a failed mission.” Birch looks up at you. “I recommended you as the lead archivist for that. Can you handle that?”

“Ye- yes, of course.” You stumble over your words. “Thanks boss.”

“Let me make one thing very clear. This is your first and final warning.” He thunders, looking at you sternly. “I catch you lying to me again, skating responsibilities, having another screaming match in the office—I might have to start taking an interest in the exact timeline of events between you and Lt. Bradshaw.”

“I understand, but please believe me-” You start hurriedly.

“Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up already!” Birch exclaims angrily. “I just told you not to lie to me. And don't say anything that could potentially incriminate you, or worse, me. I don't want to know, and don't make me find out.”

Stunned, you nod. Was Birch really going to let this whole thing slide by just having you never mention it? Could you really be that lucky? That would take all ammunition out of Riks' hands (not that he had much to begin with...).

“Thanks again boss. I'll finish up in the storage today.” You say softly, forcing a smile on your face.

Birch puts his hand in his pocket and shakes his head.

“Go home for the day, Darcy.” He sounds tired. “Go figure out your shit, and come see me Monday first thing for the senate committee.”

“Will do. Have a good weekend.” You smile a little wider. Birch looks like he needs a stiff drink. You could use one too after the morning you've had. He bids you goodbye, and marches out of your office. You hear him mumble something about 'fucking kids these days'.

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It is only a little bit before noon when you barrel into your apartment. Your brain is in complete overdrive. You need a drink. No, you need to lay down. No, splash some water in your face. A large coffee and a pint of ice cream. Something, anything to stop the million different thoughts running crazy through your head.

Loudly dropping your bag next to your shoes in the hall, you let out a loud exasperated sigh as you walk into the living room, rubbing your face.

“Oh shit, how long was I asleep?”

You stop dead in your tracks. Bradley. He's on sprawled out on the couch, rubbing his face. Was he asleep there?

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” You smile softly.

“No, it's fine.” He says, yawning. He looks adorable when he's so sleepy—hair mussed up, voice thick. “What time is it?”

“Like noon.” You shrug as you walk up and sit down next to him. Bradley pulls you against him, tucking your head under his chin. You close your eyes for a second. This is good. Just focus on this.

“How come you're back already?” Bradley's hand is rubbing circles on your back. “Are feeling okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.” You mumble, suddenly embarrassed. It feels really weird to admit that you have been sent home to, as your boss put it, unfuck yourself.

“Are you skating because you want to go on a date really bad?” Bradley teases. You giggle despite yourself.

"No, this was sanctioned." You reply vaguely. Should you tell Bradley?

You sit up and regard him for a moment. He has a right to know, you concede. You suppose you'd want to know if he were dealing with something similar.

“Darlin', what's going on?” Bradley's face turns serious. You crack a smile.

“It's kind of a long story, but it comes down to my boss telling me to either fuck you out of my system or marry you.” Bradley's eyes widen, and you let out a nervous giggle. “In short, I need to unfuck myself before Monday.”

There's a moment of silence. Was that too much? Did you make it really awkward now?

Then Bradley bursts out laughing. You decide then and there it's your favorite sound in the world. Chuckling softly, you rub your forehead.

“I'm going to make us some coffee, babe.” You smile as you get up. “And then I'll tell you how I got into this mess, so you can laugh at me some more.”

Maybe this day will still turn out okay.

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[karbisworld]

P.4

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Hey guys, sorry about leaving you all hanging, college has had me extremely busy lately! But thanks for waiting <3

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Your view You get into the restaurant, your friend and your date were already there.

-Oh, sorry, did I made you guys wait too long? Work was a little busy today- you say a little embarrassed greeting your friends

-Oh no it's okay, we just got here- your friend says to you

-Plus it's a privilege to wait for someone so pretty- your date says in a flirty voice, you laugh softly so do your friends

-I see you're planning on going hard tonight mhm? - you say playfully, your date laughs

-What can I say, I am just glad you finally decided to give me a chance - your date says and you laugh

After a little, your friends and you ordered some food and started having a good time together, talking about your job, their jobs, your friends kids, etc. You started to forget all about Jake in your brain for a little and now you're focusing on having some fun with your friends and date.

-Well honey, we need to go- your best friend says to you and their partner nods- Our babysitter works until 9:30 pm so, no more fun for us, but you guys are young and single, you can keep having some more fun still!-

You felt a little nervous about the idea of being alone with your date but for the sake of trying new things you accepted, after all he wasn't a stranger or anything but a not so close friend of the group -Okay, I guess we can stay a little longer- you say with a smile, your date seems excited about it

-Should the still single adults here start grabbing some drinks now?- your date asks playfully you smile

-Okay but nothing too strong, I still need to work tomorrow- you say with a smile and he nods and asks the waiters for some glasses of wine

-Is wine soft enough?- he asks before the order is placed, you nod and the waitress goes for the wine.

After some little time the waitress comes back with a bottle of wine and the glasses, serving you and your date some. You two start drinking and having some more fun. The date is going well, your brain is focused on him for now which is what you wanted, until…

-Y/N? Oh what a coincidence!- you heard the only voice you definitely didn't wanted to hear in that date… Jake Peralta

-Jake? What are you doing here?- you ask with a surprised tone

-Hey, a hi would be good - he says playfully - Hey there, Y/N's boss- says Jake giving his hand for a handshake with your date

-He's not my boss- you say quickly - And really what are you doing here? - you ask a little annoyed-

-Well, I hate ruining your fun but Holt has assigned us to a super important job… Undercover- he whispers on your ear

-What? When?-

-Just now, look! - he shows you his phone with a text message of Holt saying that needed Jake and other person in the precent for an important undercover job.

-That definitely doesn't say you and me were assigned-

-Yeah but Holt say I could choose who I wanted as my partner and it's you- he says with a little playful smile

-Come on Jake, you can pick someone else, you know I am busy - you say annoyed

-It's okay Y/N, I understand your work is super important, if you need to go catch some bad boys go, we can reschedule another date later, we already had a pretty good time anyways- your date says with a smile

-Really? You don't mind?- you ask a little embarrassed your date shakes his head with a smile - I am so sorry, I hope we can reschedule soon - you say feeling ashamed grabbing your things to leave with Jake. Jake says goodbye to your date and you guys leave the restaurant.

-You're so annoying did you knew that?- you say to Jake getting on his car

-Hey it's not my fault that duty came in the middle of your cute date- he says in a teasing voice

-It is your fault cause you could've picked Charles or Rosa, but no, you wanted to annoy me - you say in a clearly annoyed voice - Just like always!-

-Hey it's not my fault actually! Charles was busy with other case, I had no way of reaching Rosa and I think she was busy too, Amy worked a week in a row including nights and today was her day off, Terry is with his family and well, I think you're way better than working with Hitchcock or Scully - he says in a playful voice

-I find hard to believe all that to be honest - you say and roll your eyes

-I need to say tho, you look cute all pissed off- he says in a teasing voice. Your eyes widen

-Shut up!- you say annoyed yet a little flustered. He smiles and starts driving to the place where they needed to be for their undercover job

-So apparently we will need to act as a couple in this job darling~-he says teasingly grabbing your hand

-What?!- you say moving your hand away from his

-Don't be so feisty! Apparently our suspect has been seen selling the new drug taxi in this bar, and what a better way of mixing out with people in a bar than acting like a crazy couple trying to have some good time?- he says with a playful smile

-What would you have done if you needed to bring Charles mhm? Would you guys act like a weird but cute gay couple or something? - you say playfully

-Ha ha… No, but that's why I didn't asked Charles and I asked you -

-So you confess you chosed me to piss me off huh?-

-A little, but hey, it will be fun! I mean what more fun than pretending to be wasted with your favorite coworker? - he says playfully - Plus I saved you from a dull night of wine, talk and probably some regret sex tomorrow morning!-

-Shut up! I wasn't going to sleep with him, and it wasn't a dull time, I was having fun until someone unwanted appeared-

-Wow, calling me unwanted really hurts, and to think that the first person I thought for this job was you- he says in a playful hurt way

-Oh right, I surely was the first person that came to mind after you knew you couldn't have Amy to play these little games with you- you say in a serious voice, it really annoyed you to be his second option

-For your information I didn't even thought of Amy for this-

-Cause you already knew she would say no?-

-Cause I wanted to hang out with you- He says with a serious way and then gets a little nervous and comes back to his kinda playful self -I.. I mean, work with you since you're an amazing detective... Almost as good as me- He says getting back fully to his playful side

-Sure sure, I believe you- you say getting off his car. He follows you with a smile -Now, I do look ready for a club night, but you look like a cop- you say looking at him up and down

-Hey! My eyes are up here Ms.Y/N- he says playfully - and don't worry, I know how to become party like- he says and starts taking his tie off, unbuttoning some buttons of his shirt and grabbing his leather jacket and putting it in- Here, how do I look? -

-Like a dumbass but that's not new- you say playfully, he smiles.

-Haha, very funny, now shall we get into the bar my lady?- he says trying to grab you from your waist, you move away

-Hey, I didn't said I agree to play that I am your partner, actually, I think we would cover more place if we separate- you say playfully

-Separate? With you in that dress? Nah-uh, we would have to put two criminals in jail then- he says grabbing you by your waist again pulling you close -We're going in there together, and since Holt let me chose my partner it means I am the one in charge so it is an order Ms.Y/N- he says with a smile, you roll your eyes

-Whatever then, just don't get so handsy- you say moving his hand a little and he nods. You try to keep your cool as much as you can but you can't avoid to feel like if your heart is about to come out of your chest

You guys enter to the bar and it's very very crowded, there is a lot of people dancing and drinking and just overall having the time of their lives.

-Shall we mix with the crew and dance?- Jake says in your ear making you get chills up your spine

-I don't dance- you say loudly so he could hear over the music

-I will teach you, come on, it's an order~- he says playfully pulling you in between the people into the dance floor, you regretted to have finished your calm date for this -Here just let the music guide you- He says putting both of his hands on your hips while dancing a little

-I am not drunk enough for this- you say feeling a little embarrassed trying to dance. He laughs

-That's it you're doing it!- He says with a big smile

-If you ever tell any of this to anyone in the precinct I am definitely killing you- you say embarrassed and he laughs

-Don't worry, I am not telling- he says with a smile and gets closer to you -But don't say precinct too hard, people might hear you're not just a beautiful woman having fun~- he says playfully on your ear, you can't keep your cool anymore, you blush

-I... Y-yeah... S-sorry- you say flustered and he smiles. He's about to say something else but you noticed in the corner of your eye someone selling some drugs -There it is- You say softly -Follow me-

You smile and start acting more drunk pulling his hand -I am tired of dancing, I want some better emotions!- you say putting his hands on your hips really close to your butt -Let's go to the bathroom~- you say in a drunkish voice passing your hand on his thigh almost on his private place, he's extremely surprised and flustered about this and then notices that the bathroom is close to where the dealer is. He tries to play it cool now

-Lead the way sweetheart~- He says putting his hands straight in your butt, you look at him with an annoyed face and he just smiles. You start walking and making your way

-Hey babe look, happy pills! Buy me some!~- you say with a drunk and whinny voice while getting closer to the dealer, he notices you being drunk and smiles

-I heard the pretty lady wants some fun~- The dealer says grabbing you by the butt, you try to keep your act

-Yes! I want to have fun! so much fun! He wants me to fuck him in the bathroom but I don't know how my performance would be with only alcohol and no happy pills- You say leaning into the dealer like a drunk who can barely stand. Jake looks annoyed at this but tries to keep his cool

-How much so the pretty lady can have her pills?- Jake says sending his hand to his back like if he's trying to reach his wallet, but before the dealer could respond he takes off his gun - NYPD GET ON THE GROUND - Jake says annoyed and you that were already holding the guy grabbed his hands and throwed him into the ground pulling your knee on his back so he didn't escaped. A bunch of people started running away from the bar so they didn't got in trouble, but the most important one was the dealer

You guys check the dealer and find that he has his backpack full of different types of drugs, plus a little small gun and a knife, you take care of it and handcuff him. Jake had called some backup before they got into the bar so the other policeman took the guy into the precinct and you guys followed on Jake's car. The air was a little uncomfortable after all that drama.

-Well you got your jackpot, Holt is gonna be proud- You say trying to break the uncomfortable silence

-I couldn't have done it without you, you're a great actress by the way- He says following the conversation and the uncomfortable air started to fade out

-I tried my best- You say with a smile -You're not so bad yourself, even tho if you ever grab my butt like that again I am smacking you- you say playfully he laughs

-Hey you were touching risky too- he says a little flustered -Plus if the dealer can so can I- he says teasingly

-Oh shut up!- you say with a laugh -That guy did and probably will regret it for a while now so don't you try ever again or you will find consequences as the guy did- You say with a chuckle, he laughs as well

-Well maybe the consequences are worth it- he says playfully

-Shut up- you say with a chuckle yet a little embarrassed at his comment. He laughs.

-You look pretty all flustered~- He says playfully

-Shut up, we are not playing crazy partner anymore, you can stop flirting- you say with a pout

-Well maybe I was not flirting only because we were playing undercover- he says without taking his eyes off the road feeling nervous of his own confession. Your eyes widen

-I don't like to be played with Jake Peralta, you can stop- you say in an annoyed tone, then you see Jake parking in the side of the road

-Why if I don't want to stop?- he says looking at you

-Did you really took some pills out of the dealer or what the fuck is wrong with you?- you say a little nervous, your heart beating faster

-No it's not that!- he says scratching the back of his head clearly nervous- Listen I...- he takes a deep breath- I know you like me...- He says with a serious face and no hesitation - Charles told me...-

WE HAVE CONFESSION WOOHOO! Anyways I need to sleep, I will try to continue tomorrow or in this week. Thank you so much for reading I hope you guys like it <3

[warmaidensrevenge]

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Plus size reader

A/N: Ok hopefully by part 7 I'll be starting on the first episode of stranger things S 4. So if you're still with me I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: 18+ angst, language, smoking. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: There's no going back now. You struggled to accept the outcome.

Part 4: Unfathomable

Friday had came and you hadn't spoke or even looked in Eddies direction. It hurt too much to see him. It got to the point where you would spend your lunch in the lavatory. Just to avoid the guys.

Sure you knew sooner or later you were going to have to answer to your friends about your absence the past few days. However, you weren't ready to face them. Or Eddie.

He had said some things that hurt more than anything. To be fair, you did too. Still, you never thought the way you were made it hard to be your friend. And the fact that you care about him was off putting.

You cared not only because you were in love with him, but he truly did deserve someone better than Sara.

-

After lunch that day, you exited the bathroom. You looked left then right. Praying to not see the beautiful guy with the big brown eyes and bouncing curls.

You sighed in relief when you didn't see his denim clad self. You quickly took off to the library. Purposefully not sitting in your normal spot. Just in case if your devilishly good looking best friend decided to look for you there.

He had called once since the argument. But you had your dad make up something so you didn't have to talk.

You searched for a spot behind the shelves. Finding a small nook. It's where they kept all the old records and out dated text books. You sat down and pulled out your notepad. You've really been struggling to write something lately. Of course you did. Your life was crashing down and you were losing yourself and your friend. Hopefully this new wave of information could inspire you.

'There's no turning back now.

Hurtful words echo in my mind.

Fears all but abandoned.

You say one thing, and do the opposite.

Forever drowning in lies.

You made a fool of me, and now I'll make a fool out of you.

There's no turning back now. No'

All of a sudden you heard Dustin, Lucas and Mike.

" Shit she's not here man." Dustin said in a low voice.

Lucas shushed him.

" We have to find her. We have to ask her what's going on." Mike insisted.

" I don't know where else she can be." Dustin lisped.

You crouched down a bit as they passed by.

Lucas's voice trailed off into the distance. "Crap! Tonight was gonna be so good too."

He must have called of the campaign tonight.

You were more than relieved. Not entirely sure if you were gonna go tonight. But Eddie canceling instead of finding a sub was off. He managed to find one when you were sick. So why cancel it now?

You knew you guys had to talk. But you weren't sure that you were completely calm enough yet. The lingering feelings of hurt, and anger were swirling around in your head.

Where should you start? How do you talk to him? Would he even be up for mending the relationship?

-

When you left him in the woods that Monday, Eddie didn't know what to do. You guys had never fought like that before. He said and did things that he completely regretted now. Hindsight being 20/20 and all.

He should've told Sara off and he should've punched Jason's lights out. But, all he really could focus on in that moment was you.

Then things got out of hand.

He never meant to lie or hurt you. But the truth was he did. And now he didn't know what to do.

There were thoughts that lingered in his mind all week. What he didn't understand was why you got so upset and talked about him having sex with Sara. Why were things getting so confrontational? Also, now that you weren't around, why did it feel like a piece of him was missing?

...

It was around 9 pm when you found yourself sitting in your dad's car. Trying to find the courage to get off and knock on the Munson's trailer door.

It had been too cold and there was too much snow to ride your bike. So your dad had you drop him off at work.

You could hear the music blasting from the trailer. And by the song that was playing you knew Eddie was upset.

Careless Whisper huh?

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. You knocked but no answer. You knocked harder but to no avail.

You were just about to give up when the music stopped just a few seconds before the door swung open. The smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne hit your nose.

Those brown eyes you loved so much, looked so tired. Dark circles and bags that matched yours.

He licked his lips before backing away from the door. Making room for you to come in.

You walked passed and took off your scarf and beanie. Placing it on the couch along with your knee length jacket. Exposing your green sleeved Hellfire shirt. In hopes that he would take it as a peace offering.

Eddie closed the door and looked at you for a second. He smiled to himself and went to his room.

The strum of his baby filled the hallway. You took another deep breath and went to stand doorway.

You looked around his room. Clothes thrown about, ash tray full of cigarettes butts. Half empty bottles of beer sitting on his dresser.

Eddie you slob.

Usually, you would pick up for him a little and do a load of laundry on Saturdays. But it's been a while since you've done that.

You took off your shoes and sat on his stained bedsheets. Wondering how many girls he brought back here.

Eddie kept on tuning his guitar without saying anything. He wanted to, but seeing you put a mental block on his mouth. You looked so sad and tired. He knew exactly how you felt. But as bad as he felt, seeing you felt like he could breathe again. Like the sun finally beamed through the clouds.

You broke the silence first. "How did we get here Munson? "

He got up and as he would call it. Putting the baby for a nap. You watched him hang the guitar on the mantle. When he came back he sat closer. Lighting a cigarette in the process.

" Cuz we're idiots." He teased while sticking his tongue at you.

You smiled as you thought that this adorable guy was the real Eddie. The funny dork. Not the so serious guy you've been seeing lately. Your Eddie.

You rested your head on his shoulder and took the cigarette from him. Fingers touching for a moment. It sent vibrations through your whole body.

You took a puff and handed it back. "I don't want to fight anymore."

He nodded and put his head on yours. " I'm sorry I lied pretty girl...I didn't know how to tell you the truth without hurting you more than I already had. And I'm sorry for saying that stupid shit."

He then placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

You closed your eyes and leaned further into him." I'm really sorry too. But....Why would you do that Munson?" You lifted your head to look at his face. His eyes riddled with confusion. " Why would you let yourself like someone like her? Is she worth lying to your best friends? Or losing me?"

He shook his head. " It's not that I want to lose anyone. I uhh guess the heart wants what it wants."

A few seconds passed before you said anything. "Are... do you love her?"

A question you thought you wouldn't have to ask. But it was necessary. You dreaded the answer, but knew that your heart needed to hear it. You need to know if he did. So that your heart could finally break and you could have time to mend it and move on. To finally stop feeling this way about him and just be there for him as a friend.

"I-" He sighed and looked away. " I don't know...She's fun and all and she gives a really good hand-"

You immediately cut him off. "Alright. That's too much information."

He chuckled a little then got serious again. " But I can't keep seeing her if she keeps treating you that way."

You cleared your throat. " I ...I don't want you to keep seeing her either Munson."

The words brought Eddie's full attention to you. To him, that sounded a lot like jealousy. Which was weird. But for some reason he was flattered.

You looked away and started playing with the hem of your shirt. " I- I don't want you to see her if she keeps calling you a freak. I can't take that anymore. You are not a freak. Stubborn? Yes. Loud and dramatic? Definitely. But a freak? Never."

Oh. He thought. Why all of a sudden he was let down a little by that? He didn't know.

You felt the atmosphere change in the room. It felt like someone punched you in the nose.

Eddie felt it too. Something changed then. But you nor he could put your fingers on it.

" I don't like her." You confessed. "I never have. And though it pisses me off to the core. I support whatever you do. I got your back. No matter what."

Eddie put his arm around your shoulders bring you in for a side hug. " Thanks pretty girl."

You smiled a little and hugged him back. "But I have two conditions for my loyalty."

He looked at you waiting for it. Half expecting you to ask for his first born.

You looked at him. " No more lying ok? This friendship won't work when I can't trust my best friend."

He nodded. "Promise promise...and the second?"

You gave him a thin lip smile. " Please for the love of god, take a shower."

He grinned, put out the cigarette. Then he grabbed your head and shoved his pits in your nose.

You tried your best to push him away. But this guy was way too strong. He ended up straddling you and pining your arms above your head.

Both of you laughing like crazy.

The happiness you felt between you two was heavenly. Almost as if you guys never fought.

The laughter faded and you looked up at him. Eyes moving back and forth between his.

I love you...so much.

You didn't want this moment to end. It finally felt like things were actually going to be alright. But just as quickly as it started, it had to end.

" I gotta go." You said just above a whisper.

He furrowed his brow. " Not gonna stay?"

He let you up. Following you to the living room.

"No bud. I gotta pick up my dad. Call me later though?"

He agreed and you hugged it out before put your things back on. Right before you left the trailer you turned around one last time to look at him.

" Hey, you know that I love you right?"

Eddie tilted his head to the side and smiled that breath taking smile. " I love you too, pretty girl."

You smiled back. Knowing that he did. But not the way you wanted. But that was enough for you. It had to be. You rather have him by your side as a friend than nothing at all.

" Better." You teased. "But no seriously take a shower. Just because I haven't been around, doesn't mean you can skip bath time."

He pouted. " Hey I was working on the van all afternoon. I get sweaty okay."

You looked away and smiled. " See ya later bud."

" See ya."

-

Eddie couldn't help but feel like all the weight was lifted off his shoulders. The conversation ended up better than he could imagine.

He felt good. Happy now that you were talking to him again. He was almost giddy at the fact. He even took a shower with the biggest smile.

Though he worried about what was gonna happen next, at least he knew you would be there for him. And he couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

...

It was Christmas Eve and you were at the Munson's. It was just like old times.

You helping Eddie decorate the tiny tree next to the TV. Tiny silver and gold shiny ornaments reflecting the little white lights.

Wayne drinking a beer and watching Miracle on 34th Street', telling you two to shush because you were laughing so much.

When it came time to open presents you were so excited to see Wayne's expression when he opened his gift first.

He opened his tiny box and his eyes widen. You have never seen Wayne smile like that before.

He held up the football card you had gotten for him. It was of the Indianapolis Colts quarterback number 19 John Unitas. He was Wayne's favorite player in the 50s' thru the 70s'.

He gave you a big hug and thanked you for it. You smiled proudly and were so happy he loved it.

Wayne then handed you a big box. You pulled at the pretty green bow and opened the lid. He had gotten you a huge amount notepads and pencils. And 3 different colored sharpeners. You had enough to last you for the next 5 years.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked up and found Wayne grinning away. " Thank you Mr Munson."

After another big hug, Wayne got up to grab another beer.

Eddie had gotten up from the couch to sit next to you. While smiling, you gave him his gift.

He then pulled out a necklace out of the little black velvet bag. It had a red and black pic hanging from it. He smiled eyeing it as the pic spun.

" You always lose them. I thought that, if you had one around your neck, you won't forget it."

He looked at you like it was the best thing he had ever gotten. He gave you a smirk and nudged you. " Thanks pretty. I'll wear it all the time."

You beamed at him and handed him another gift. But before he opened it, he pulled a cassette with a little green bow out of his back pocket. Handing it to you.

" Sandinista! Munson? Where did you find this?"

He grinned. " Had to go to a couple of towns over to find it."

You laughed in surprise. You'd been wanting this tape when it was released. But you could never find it in the record store.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. " Thank you. I love it!"

Eddie couldn't help but smile and hug you back. And when the hug lasted a lot longer than normal ones, he didn't want to let you go. Something about the way it made him feel was wonderful.

Out of nowhere there was a flash. You both looked up and Wayne had a Polaroid camera. You and Eddie looked back at each other and laughed. Then another flash.

After that picture, you let him go and stood up. Taking the camera. " I want one of you two. Stand up bud."

Eddie then posed with his uncle while you took pictures. Along with a few of all three of you.

Once leftovers from supper were put away, Eddie said it was getting late. He wanted to get you home before the roads got bad.

You gave Wayne a hug and a peck on the cheek thanking him for your presents.

" Merry Christmas Mr Munson."

He grinned. " Merry Christmas sweatheart"

You waved him goodbye as you and Eddie went to the van. The snow was really coming down now. When you first came, it was barely flurrying.

" Munson, I don't think we should drive in this."

" It won't be bad." He said brushing off van. He then smack his hand on the side. " She can handle it."

You were worried but you trusted him. You hoped. You two sat for a few minutes to let the van heat up.

Through chattering teeth you spoke. "C-crap Munson! You didn't get the h-heater fixed?"

" Yeah...I forgot. I'm sorry. There's a couple of blankets in the back."

You made a sour face. " Eww! I know what you use those for. I'm good."

Eddie blew into his cupped hands. " I've washed them since the last time."

You side eyed him but honestly, you were too cold to really care right now.

He jumped into the back and grabbed a blanket for you and himself. Both wrapping yourselves up. Him a little less so that he could still drive.

"Oh yeah, I forgot." He said, leaning over and opened the glove box. He then pulled out a stuffed penguin with a bow tie and big brown eyes. " I picked this up for you."

You grabbed it and admired it. Remembering the conversation you had back in April.

You had told Eddie how you saw the cutest penguin at the gas station earlier that day. You told him how the eyes reminded you of his.

Eddie then flicked the bow tie.

You smiled at it. " What? Bow ties are cool Munson."

You brought it to your chest and looked at him. " Thank you."

You could have cried out of happiness that he got it for you and kept all this time. It was one of the nicest things he has ever done.

Eddie had finally had enough of the damn cold and thought the van was warmed up enough. He put it in drive and took off. He lowered the volume of the radio so that he could concentrate on not killing the both of you.

The swerving was so bad that you swore this was the last time you were ever going to let him drive.

All of a sudden, you guys hit a patch of black ice. You shut your eyes because you didn't want to see how you were going to die.

The van fish tail it and spun around. Skidding to a stop in the gutter.

You opened your eyes. You looked over at Eddie and was gripping the steering wheel breathing just as hard as you. His knuckles were white and his other hand was across your chest. Holding you back in your seat.

A minute passed and you were finally calm enough to say something. " Where did you get your license from? From the back of a cereal box?"

He scoffed. "A cracker jack box actually."

You both laughed a little.

After, you grabbed his arm and squeezed it gently. Silently thanking him for protecting you.

Eddie nodded and drew back his hand. " I'm gonna see the damage."

Before he could go, you grabbed his hand. " Wait!"

You turned on the light and started checking him over. Making sure he wasn't hurt.

And for the first time in his life, he felt love. Real love. Love that he only saw in romantic comedies. That of course you would make him watch. It was so pure and amazing that he was sincerely memorized by it. It was in that moment he knew he had someone other than his uncle who truly loved him.

When you met his gaze, you pushed back his bangs to check his head. You took a calming breath seeing that he was unharmed.

Then you pulled him into a hug.

A few seconds passed as you held each other.

" Ehem. I'll be right back."

You nodded and let him go.

The cold air rushed in and filled the entire van as he stepped out. You wrapped yourself as tightly as possible. You were shivering uncontrollably.

When he got back in, snow covered the top of his head. He shook off all he could before climbing in. Shivering too.

He let out an exasperated sigh. " You want the good news first or the bad news?"

You quivered. " Bad news Munson, always bad news first."

He wrapped himself up. " We're stuck."

" Ok?"

He leaned back in the seat. " Good news is, you're stuck here with me."

You rolled your eyes. " Munson we need to get out of here. We' re gonna freeze to death."

He shook his head lightly. " It's Christmas Eve. The plows won't be out this far until later."

You groaned. " Well we can't go out there. It's too cold to walk."

He shrugged. " We're just gonna have to stay until the sun comes up or the plows come through."

You worried but agreed.

Then he suggested that you guys go to the back of the van and huddle together. Wrapping yourselves in anything you could find.

You guys did and Eddie being smaller than you, you hugged him. Rubbing his arms and back.

" You know I learned this survival thing..." He started to say.

" Nope!" You immediately replied. You knew exactly what he was gonna say.

" C'mon y/n. It's probably like negative 15 right now. We could warm up so fast."

You stopped rubbing his arm and leaned back a little. " Stop trying to get me out of my clothes Munson."

" What?! I'm not trying to be a perv. I don't want us to die of hypothermia."

You guys were quiet for a few more minutes.

Crap!

" Fine. But I'm not taking off my underwear."

He tried to convince you that it would be better if you did, but he finally stopped arguing when you wouldn't budge.

You moved away from each other so that you guys could get undressed.

Eddie of course had his shirt off so fast that all you could do was stare.

"What? I have something on me?" He said looking around to his back. Flexing his arm muscles.

You felt your heart begin to race.

God you're so sexy.

You nervously shook your head and looked away. "No you...Just got your clothes off so fast."

He shrugged. " Plenty of practice I guess."

"Gross." You said under your breath while taking off your jacket.

You put your fingers on the hem of your thermal and felt his eyes on you.

" Avert your eyes Munson."

" Shit sorry."

He turned around to give you some privacy. But he fucked up and looked back.

You were taking your shirt off, revealing a dark red bra. Just a simple bra. But you looked good in it. Your boobs were so big and looked so cream. He could just-

He looked away. "Stop looking at her! She's your friend." He said to himself.

But he couldn't help himself. He looked again. This time you were taking off your jeans. Revealing to him your matching underwear.

He looked away again and cursed at himself. Your body was beautiful. He never saw you like this. Have you always been this attractive?

He looked down at his junk and adjusted himself. Trying everything to get his chubby that suddenly popped up to go away.

You cleared your throat and covered your tummy with a blanket. "Alright... I'm ready."

You and he laid down facing each other. You moved into his arms. He scooted closer and you covered his back. Then you brought your hands and your penguin to your chest to cover your cleavage.

Eddie put one arm under your head and with the other hand he threw another blanket over both of you.

Finally, settling into one another. You were staring at his necklace. The warmth of his skin felt amazing. So amazing that you moved closer and hummed.

So warm.

He adjusting himself to you. With his heart pounding into his ears. Why does this feel so good? He thought.

You lifted your hand up to move his hair behind his shoulder. It was tickling your nose.

Slowly your fingers ghosted over his neck down his collar bone. Then back to your chest.

When you did that, he got goosebumps. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep touching him.

Your breathing quickened. You hoped that Eddie would just assume that you were really cold.

He tried to distract his intruding thoughts. Doing his best to convince himself that it was because you guys were practically naked and close. " You uhhh you warming up?"

You nodded. "Yes. You?"

" Oh yeah. Much better now."

You closed your eyes trying to calm down. But as you tried he started to trace up and down your arm. He sent shivers down your spine. Making your core tremble.

What"re you doing to me?

You opened your eyes and looked up.

He was staring at you.

" Y-you ok Munson?"

You looked back and forth from his lips to his eyes. His brown eyes seemed black.

You couldn't read his expression. But it felt like he was going to do something.

He stopped rubbing your arm and hugged you pulling you so that your body was flush with his. In doing this your bare legs wrapped around each other.

You could have died. He smelled so good. And his arms around you were so inviting. You could have stayed like that forever.

You closed your eyes the closer your faces got. You thought he was gonna kiss you. You pleaded to the universe for it. To make this be the moment that he finally understood how in love you were with him.

But he put his forehead on yours instead.

He gulped. " I'm still gonna see Sara."

The words gave you this feeling you never felt before. Your heart felt like it was falling. Sinking almost. But on repeat.

It finally happened. Eddie had officially broke your heart.

Eyes filled with tears and your throat started to hurt. All you could do was nod. You promised him you would support him no matter what. You just thought that maybe he would choose you.

A few seconds later you turned around and silently cried until you fell asleep.

-

When you turned around, he knew he hurt you. Again. He never wanted to, but he needed to see how this thing was gonna go with Sara. She was a girl who wanted him. So why not?

It wasn't like someone like you would want him like that.

That would be something. He figured. Being with a girl like you...maybe even you.

He shook the ridiculous thought away and heard you sniffle. He pulled you into him and silently apologized for his decision.

Maybe it was the wrong one. But he needed to figure it out for himself.

...

In the morning you guys were able to get plowed out.

The drive was quiet and longer than ever. You wanted to get away from him as fast as possible.

And when you got home you gave him a halfhearted hug and told him that you would call him later.

Though you had no plans on talking to him for a while.

You need some distance now.

-

He watched you walk into the house. Last night was so strange. The whole half naked thing. Him thinking how good you looked. Also, how he hurt more than your feelings.

Even his thoughts of wanting you was a lot.

With all of that, he still had the balls to tell you he was gonna see Sara. To be fair, he was going to make sure Sara treated you with respect. And the relationship was going to change. But he was confused. Confused about Sara. And confused about what he was feeling for you.

Maybe if he talked to his uncle, he could get some clarity.

...

You were organizing movies at work when Robin asked if you had any plans for new years. You figured that Eddie would be with Sara so you didn't have anything to do.

The past few days you kept your distance from him. You knew if you saw him, it would challenge your sanity. Lately it felt like you were skating on thin ice. Any moment you could either break down crying or completely check out.

You needed a distraction. Anything would do.

Robin invited you to go to a New Year Eve's party with her and Steve. Normally, you wouldn't go to those type of functions. But you felt the free booze would make you feel better. Besides, it wasn't some highschool party. No one would know you there. No chances of running into him there. So you agreed.

...

Steve and Robin picked you up. You guys talked and laughed during the 20 minute drive.

You had so much fun soon after you guys got there. You played beer pong and drank. The conversations you had with Steve and Robin were hilarious.

About an hour and a half in you went to get some water. Finally thinking you had enough to drink. Steve came and leaned on the counter next to you, looking at Robin talking to a girl that she was in band with.

"Having fun L/n?"

You leaned next to him. " Actually I am...I really needed something to get me out of my head."

" Having boy troubles?" He asked.

You shrugged and looked at your cup of water. " None that I want to talk about right now."

Steve nodded his head. " Got it."

You didn't want to ruin the mood. But you need to know if someone else felt how you felt. Maybe hear that person tell you it wouldn't hurt forever.

You looked at Steve. " Do you know what it feels like to watch the person you love be with someone else?

He was looking at the punch bowl and was quiet for a few moments. "Yeah." He finally said. " I do."

You furrowed your brow. " Does...does it get better?"

He looked at you and gave you a small smile. " I'll let you know."

You slightly nodded and hung your head. Wondering what Eddie was doing.

-

It was almost midnight and the count down begun.

3 2 1

Everyone cheered. People kissed.

You and Steve looked at one other and shrugged. He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. You both smiled at each other and joined the cheering.

It was a nice innocent kiss. But deep down, it felt wrong. It felt like your lips belonged to someone else. That someone who you were trying to avoid.

...

You guys were about to head out. Robin was incredibly drunk. You and Steve had to lay her in the back seat as you rode shot gun.

Not long after, Steve pulled up to your driveway. You saw Eddie's van parked there.

Fuck!

You said your goodbye's. Thanking Steve for the fun night.

You got off and started up the driveway. Eddie was sitting in the back smoking.

You sat next to him and wished him a happy new year.

But when he didn't respond, you nearly smacked him for being rude. But before you could say anything, he pointed at the spot where Steve just was.

" When did that happen?" He asked.

You raised a brow. That sounds weird.

You cocked your head. " It didn't. I would have told you if something was going on."

He huffed. " Well that's good. That guy will get with anything with a heart beat."

You narrowed your eyes at him. " Glad to know you think so highly of me, Munson."

Shit! Not what I meant. He thought.

When he didn't respond you rolled your eyes and started for the house.

Eddie cursed at himself and followed you.

Your dad was passed out on the couch.

You went to turn off the TV and covered him with a blanket before going to your room. With Eddie still on your tail.

He closed the door behind him and went to turn on the record player.

" I thought you were gonna hang out with Sara tonight?" You said while taking off your shoes and jacket.

" I was but I wanted to see how my girl's doing. I uhh missed ya."

You shook your head. Not only because he called you his girl but also to the song Keep on loving you that was playing.

Guessing that was where you left off last time you were listening. You turned to look at him.

He looked like he was in this weird trance. "Munson? You ok there bud?"

You took a step closer to him when he didn't answer.

" Hey what's wrong?" You asked again. Finally getting an arms length away.

You watched him licked his lips and met your eyes.

You turned your head a little. " Munson? You're freaking me out."

Eddie shook his head and took a half step closer. There was something he had come there to do. But he didn't know if he had the strength to do it.

Even after seeing you with Harrington. He wasn't too proud to admit that he was jealous. You deserved better than Steve 'the hair' Harrington.

But then he thought Steve would probably never hurt you like he had. That maybe Steve wouldn't put you in a position that he had to.

Overwhelmed by his mind, he finally looked at you. You looked incredible. He then grabbed you and kissed you.

The initial feeling was shock. And for a split second you gave into it. For a moment you kissed him back.

But then you realize that it was wrong and the anger filled you.

You shoved him as hard as you could. " WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

Your lips trembled and your hands were shaking. You saw this confused look on his face.

" I'm-I'm" he stuttered. " I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He put his hand over his mouth and let his head fall back.

You didn't say anything. You just stared at your best friend. With tears filling your eyes. Why did he do that?

He didn't say anything either. He took one last look at you then turned around and left.

He quietly went down the stairs shaking his head.

Why the hell did you do that you idiot?

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Things I would have "modified" if I were an IPKKND writer. (Not change it but modify it) part - 1

IPKKND is one of the finest tv shows written. It was beautifully directed, thoughtfully written and had the best cast. It was like all the stars were alligned in a perfect constellation for this show, but still it could do better. Here, are some things I would have modified in order to make more sense of the scenarios.

Made khushi an actual model to land in Arnav's arms.

Now, people might be wondering that it's too far fetched and will change the story overall. No, It won't. But how?

My version: Khushi actually had a small modelling gig in sheesh mehal that day, the plan was simple, completing her gig during the day and attend payal's wedding by the night. Sheesh mehal was near Abhishek's house so she carried the file with herself. She was dressed in traditional attire, with hint of green, pink and RED, trying to find her way out of the hotel (Now, turned into a raizada asset) suddenly, she was pushed to the ramp by the designer because, she definitely looked like a model as she wore flashy lehenga (Sanaya is tall and slender). And what happens afterwards we all know. Arnav's suspicions will only get strong because, Khushi was actually a freelancing model.

This slight modification, would have helped the story further for Khushi getting forced to shoot as a replacement for Lisa and Mrs. India track.

Afterall, Arnav was not foolish enough to assign a modeling task to a random girl who knows nothing about shoots.

*khushi was a model with reservations Ethnic wear only.

2. Given Khushi an actual Job in Delhi

i am sorry, but being a 15 day employee and a Bahu maker isn't an actual job.

My version : Khushi, because she is a freelancing model will find it difficult to get a modeling assignment in a new location like Delhi. She can't shoot for short clothes or lingerie so she tried to get a job. So, she applied for an opening in AR office. She met Arnav, it became a Chaos and she took the 15 days challenge and left when Arnav crossed all limits. After she quit she found some modelling gigs for sarees and suits. Anjali came one day and told Khushi to groom Lavanya. She would train her from 9-3 pm and would find her modeling gigs after. Delhi had more work prospects.

3. No, Arnav did not Give meaningless tasks to Khushi. Also, extend office track

My version: Arnav actually gave Khushi the sort of work he would give to an Officeboy or a Clerk. He would challenge her with tasks that require English proficiency and quantitative aptitude with logical reasoning. Anything that can be done by an educated person. Maybe he would take her with him as a PA for a day (just to test her nerves) or overwork her.

This actually has a lot of scope because, Khushi didn't have a fixed position in the office. He could tell her to study some graphs, prepare a report merely by looking at some data, collecting some file from another AR office or becoming his PA for a day.

*note: I loved that dictation that Arnav gave to khushi. I was expecting something similar to that. Also, I don't mind that Rainy parking duty.

4. Endorsed AR designs more in the show.

my version : The show never really highlighted this brand. They could have shown that Arnav wears clothes by AR designs or he got some exclusive item of AR designs as gift for Mami Ji. It would have been interesting if we could get to see another ramp show by AR designs or seen Arnav giving a party or organising an event by AR designs for business purposes. Arnav looking at designs, his understanding of fabrics, cultural attires and fashion sense could have been highlighted. Like @jalebi-weds-bluetooth said, Lavanya could have worn AR designs rather than Motilal dresswala. C'mon. It would have reduced the costing of setting up another location for Motilal honestly, just the office would have done.

5. Khushi could give some words of wisdom to Raizada household when they tried to Change Lavanya.

My version: Khushi wouldn't immediately try to train Lavanya, rather assessing the situation she realised that neither ASR nor La had intensions of getting married. Khushi could have told Nani ji or Anjali that they should not force anything on Lavanya.

Dialogues:

"Maaf kijiyega Nani ji, chhota muh Badi baat keh rhe hai, lekin hum ko lagta hai ki, jab lavanya ji or wo laad gav....maaf kijiye, ASR agar shadi hi nhi Karna Chahte, to Hum Lavanya ji ko bhi kyu aise badalne ko keh rhe hai?"

"Lavanya ji ki parvarish aisi nhi Hui hai ki unko Ghar ke chhote mote kaam krne ki zarurat pade, or aisi hi Lavanya kashyap se ASR pyar krte hai"

"Hum Lavanya ji ko badal bhi de agar, par kya ASR apne aap ko badlenge? Or nahi badal skte to lavanya ji ke saath Aisa kyu ho rha hai?"

After hearing such things Nani ji and anjali actually positively motivate lavanya to consider marriage and when Lavanya finally understands, Khushi comes into play. Not trying to teach Lavanya kashyap how to cook, but rather, how to have a Classy behaviour in a joint family and how to carry herself gracefully in traditional way. Something or two about religion and Cooking and stuff shall come later.

6. No, Khushi didn't hit her head in Arnav's car and no, Arnav definitely did not think about Driving from Delhi to Nainital.

Delhi to Nainital is too long of a journey to drive. It makes no sense especially when Arnav is driving on his own.

Mr version: Arnav would drive to a nearby location, like Chandigarh or Ambala. How can we possibly take khushi with Arnav alone? We won't. Rather because, Khushi took out some air from from his car tire, he couldn't travel too far but, almost 4 hours far. Lavanya was bearing the consequences of her spa and didn't go with Arnav, Khushi heard Anjali talking to Arnav who said:

"Di I can't believe it, but I have a bloody flat tyre"

"Now, I am stuck at this and that location"

Khushi feeling guilty for her activities Will go with driver Mohan. Upon meeting Arnav, she would make some excuse for why she came. While heading back, the auto strike goes worse and a riot breaks out, immediate orders are passed by govt. And article 144 is imposed. Jamming the way. Mohan, Khushi and Arnav are stuck. Then rest of the story can be continued from Dhaba location.

But, how would khushi change her clothes into lehenga? She Don't have to do that. There are tons of other reasons for Khushi to be attacked by goons. To make Arnav stay at Dhaba, she can pretend to be his wife.

*note: Taking out petrol from the car is too difficult, one can do that in a bike not cars. Arnav, didn't carry a stepney. It would have been so funny if Khushi would have said "aap bina stepney k gaadi chalate hai?" "Hum araam se apka tyre badal dete"