#they’d actually just refuse to answer but that’s no fun

[moonstruckme]

i cannot stop thinking about oblivious reader and remus where she’s talking about how she’s never been with anyone before bc no one likes her so remus is like i like you!! but she’s like haha ok yeah bc we are friends!! and he has to be like no i like you but she just thinks he’s taking piss but he’s actually being real with her i’m so 🤧

Thanks for requesting :)

cw: mention of alcohol

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 870 words

“Ugh, they’re disgusting.” You take a sip of your drink, looking at James and Lily over the rim of your cup. Lily’s eating an ice cream sandwich she’d found in Sirius’ freezer, offering James bites while he traces lines between her freckles with his pinkie. “I want to be them so badly.” 

Remus hums. It’s the tail end of one of Sirius’ parties (or his soirees, as he insists upon calling them), and the atmosphere is heavy with a pleasant lethargy. The music is still playing from his record player, some slowish, bass-heavy rock, but most everyone has cleared out, and Sirius himself has fallen asleep on the opposite side of the couch from Lily and James, his mouth hanging open. 

“I wonder what it’s like to be in love,” you sigh. Remus turns to you, catching the longing in your look just before you hide it away. 

“You’ve never been in love?” he asks you. 

You give him a funny look. “No.” You shrug. “I’ve never dated anyone before.” 

Remus hadn’t known that. He has to remind himself, again, that he doesn’t know all that much about you. You’re new to their little group, a coworker of Lily’s that she’d started bringing around recently. Remus doesn’t know you very well, but he’s found the learning process surprisingly enjoyable. He likes being around you. 

“How’s that?” It slips out before he can think it through, brash and unlike him. He backpedals immediately. “Sorry, that was rude, I only meant that I’m a bit surprised. You don’t have to answer.” 

“No, it’s okay.” You give him a smile, infinite in your benevolence. “People just don’t seem to think of me that way. No one’s ever liked me.” 

You sound so casual about it, but Remus can’t help but think that must not be a nice way to think of yourself. He’s sure you’ve been considered romantically by plenty of people, even if they never had the guts to tell you about it. You’re lovely. You deserve to know it. 

He musters his courage. “I like you.” 

You laugh, and he thinks Sirius is going to have to mop his self-esteem up off the floor tomorrow morning as part of his party cleanup. 

“Thanks,” you say, “but you don’t count.” 

 Why the hell not?

“I mean, I’m glad you don’t mind me,” you go on, taking another sip of your drink, “but it’s different when you’re friends. I meant that nobody’s ever liked me, like, romantically.” 

You go a bit shy at the last word, self-consciousness pulling your shoulders almost imperceptibly upwards. Remus forgives your oversight instantly. 

“Do you really think it’s so unlikely that anyone could like you romantically?” he asks, refusing to lower his gaze even when you shrink a bit at the question. “You’re a catch, love, trust me.” 

You shake your head and smile, frustratingly good-natured. “Easy for you to say, you don’t have to date me.”

“Have to?” Remus’ voice rises incredulously. He glances towards James and Lily on the couch, lowering it. “I would love to.” 

“Ha ha,” you monotone, rolling your eyes and raising your cup to your lips. 

He can’t believe you think he’d joke about this. He can’t figure out what’s more cruel, the way you keep inadvertently shooting him down or the fact that you seem so heart-wrenchingly prepared to be made fun of. “I mean it.” Remus lets his voice drop into a more genuine register, and something in your look softens. “I would date you. I want to, if you do. You’re far from impossible to like.” 

Your lips actually part in surprise. “Seriously?” 

“Yeah, I…” He looks over at the couch, but James and Lily are effectively as dead to the world as Sirius, and at the volume you’re both speaking he doubts they’d be able to hear you over the music anyway. “I think you’re really lovely. I’ve been meaning to do something about it, I just…I didn’t know how. But would you want to?”

“To go on a date?” you ask, looking a bit dazed. Remus smiles, but before he can confirm you laugh at yourself, the sound rich and sweet as dark chocolate. “Sorry, that might be a stupid question. I haven’t done this before.” 

“I can’t believe that.” He shakes his head, astounded. For a girl like you to never get asked out? Well, it makes things a bit easier for him, jealousy-wise, but objectively it’s criminal. Remus supposes he’ll have to make up for it himself. “But yeah, I’d like to go on a date.” 

You nod, smile sticking on your face. “Me too. I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, finding that your smile seems to have stuck to him too. “Tomorrow, maybe? We could go for coffee.” He looks out the window behind you, where a faint line of gold on the horizon shows promise of sunrise. “I think we’ll both be needing it.” 

You laugh again. Remus decides that he likes it better than any song Sirius has played all night. “That sounds perfect. Thank you, Remus.” 

He’s not sure what you’re thanking him for. He’s the one who gets to take you to coffee tomorrow. He ought to be thanking you.

[shoddynomenclature]

How They’d React to Your Secret Fear of Thunderstorms

It’s raining here and this may or may not be a self insert.

Headcannons for Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach, Minthara, and Jaheria. The reader is gender neutral.

I tried to write the men but I just don’t know how.

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Shadowheart

She’s praying when you come in. She opens one eye slightly when she hears you enter, motioning over to the bedroll.

She thinks you’re just coming in to get out of the rain at first; you are the only one without a tent, afterall.

It isn’t until she’s done praying that she realizes you seem to be hiding inside the bedroll.

“Are you… looking for something in there?” She asks, pulling back the top of the bedroll.

The look on her face lets you know you’ve been caught.

She sighs and scoots into the bedroll next to you. She’s not much of a cuddler, but this counts as an extenuating circumstance. You snuggle up next to her and thank her.

[Tiefling] She won’t even say anything when she feels your tail around her waist.

Lae’zel

Lae’zel also fucking HATES thunderstorms. She wouldn’t dare say she was scared but she doesn’t care for them at all.

She already pissy by the time you get to her tent. “I don’t understand why the sky in your ‘faerun’ finds all this noise necessary. If I wanted to listen to insolent shouting, I’d talk to Shadowheart about the Selunites again.”

She makes fun of you if say you’re afraid, but you see her jump a little bit every time a particularly violent crash rings through camp.

She won’t try to hug or comfort you in anyway, but she inches closer to you every time the ground shakes.

Ya know… for you protection

Karlach

She is somehow asleep despite the all the noise.

You move into her tent with Scratch at your heals and gently shake her awake.

“Hey Solider,” she says, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Is everything alright?”

“I… um… Scratch is actually afraid of the thunder,” you say, pointing accusingly at the confused dog.

Karlach smiles a tired smile “well then I guess I’m left with no choice.” She opens the bedroll to welcome you in. The dog happily trots to her feet and curls up.

“Hey um, Clive’s actually pretty scared too. He could probably use a nice tight squeeze,” she says handing you the stuffed bear.

You happily snuggle up to her warm body with the bear wrapped tight in your arms.

You instinctively bury yourself in her chest when thunder booms so loud it sounds like the sky may crack. Your face runs hot, and you refuse to lift your head.

She kisses you gently on the top of the head. “I adore you, ya know?” You can feel her ‘you’re so fucking cute I’m gonna explode’ smile.

You decide you’re actually just probably gonna melt right there from the embarrassment.

Minthara

Minthara doesn’t like the rain at all. Something about her feline nature. But she doesn’t mind the thunder and lightning. She actually finds it sort of calming in a way.

When you come into her tent, she’s reading on a pillow. She doesn’t look up. “You can take the bedroll. I don’t mind.”

You hurriedly take the invitation, shoving yourself as quickly as possible into the bedroll.

She continues her reading for a few minutes before looking up. “You’re shaking the whole tent. Are you cold?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer. She unfolds a blanket and moves to throw it over your shaking body. That’s when she realizes you’re trembling, white-knuckling the blanket.

“Oh,” she pauses, unsure of what to do. “Something has you frightened?” It doesn’t occur to her that the thunder could be scary.

“It’s the storm. I don’t like it,” you say weakly, refusing to meet her gaze.

She silently moves her reading pillow closer to you, sitting down cross legged right above your head. She drags your shoulders so that your head is in her lap. She plays with your hair, hands moving protectively over your ears at the start of each rumble.

Minthara thinks it’s kind of silly and juvenile at first, but her attitude changes as she watches you visibly calm. It actually makes her feel kind of powerful. She’s protecting you from the sky itself.

Jaheira

She’s lounging just outside her tent, still covered by the awning. “It’s a beautiful night, no?” She asks as you approach, staring up and watching the lightening crack across the sky.

You look at her aghast, standing in the rain like a drowned rat. “Oh, come in, of course.”

She gives you some rags and helps dry you off. She helps you out of your soaked clothes and into something dry.

She notices the way you jump at the thunder and close your eyes when the lightning flashes.

“Do not worry, cub. This is nothing to be afraid of. It is just the *explains in science terms how the thunder and lightning works*”

She seems to notice that her extensive explanation did little to soothe you. She doesn’t really know what will soothe you though.

She ends up sitting down next to you on the bedroll, allowing you to rest your wet hair on her shoulder if you so choose.

She settles for telling you stories of the Harpers and other heroes. Her tales serve as a distraction enough to get you through the night.

[augustinewrites]

diluc knows that today will be…interesting when kaeya strolls through the front doors of dawn winery, friday night’s surveillance reports in his hand.

unfortunately, this happens as you’re on your way out.

“i love you. be nice to your brother,” you remind him, which diluc chooses to answer with a noncommittal grunt, not making any promises as you press a kiss to his temple. you move onto your son, dropping a kiss atop his mess of red hair. “bye, baby, have fun with your dad!”

your son hums happily in response, legs swinging as he picks through the last bits of his breakfast. you shout a quick goodbye to the staff before hurrying out the door, taking with you about ninety-five percent of diluc’s impulse control when it comes to the cavalry captain.

“diluc,” his brother greets with a nod.

“kaeya,” he returns, taking a longer than usual sip of coffee.

“master kaeya!” adelinde exclaims, wrapping him in a hug, effortlessly dissolving the tension in the room. “it’s so nice to see you here. won’t you join us for breakfast?”

“not today, adelinde,” he smiles, patting her hand. “i’m just here to drop something off.” he turns to diluc, handing him the report. “there’s been a bit more abyss order activity than usual in windrise.”

“noted. thank you.”

his brother isn’t finished though, nudging his nephew slightly as he adds, “i’m sure it’s nothing that the darknight hero can’t handle for us, right?”

diluc rolls his eyes, about to offer a sharp retort when his son says,

“i saw mommy kissing the darknight hero last night.”

diluc chokes on his coffee. kaeya’s brows raise in surprise. adelinde suddenly chooses to make herself scarce. this was clearly not what they’d expected at all, and his five year old simply continues to munch happily on his pancakes.

kaeya recovers first, pulling out a chair and grinning like a cat that caught the canary. “you know, i think i will stay for breakfast.”

diluc ignores him, turning to his son and asking, very carefully, “how do you know it was the darknight hero kissing mom?”

“because he was still wearing his mask,” the kid tells him as if it’s obvious, holding up the stuffed animal he refuses to part with. “it’s an owl, like artemis! and i saw him in the hall!”

he should be ashamed, really, because despite all the battlefield awareness he’s prided himself on, he failed to spot a five year old in his periphery.

because, yes, the darknight hero had been kissing you last night.

diluc had come home a little earlier than usual, heart racing and blood pumping following the high of a successful battle. he hadn’t even bothered to take his boots off upon his return, uncaring of the lecture he’d receive from adelinde as he crowded you against the bedroom door, the two of you shushing each other between insistent kisses.

he hadn’t taken his mask off until after the two of you stumbled into the bedroom.

though he’s slowly starting to wrap his head around the whole thing, but he’s still unsure as to how he should proceed without you here. this is definitely sooner than you’d both planned on him knowing, so maybe if he just doesn’t answer–

“does mommy love the darknight hero?”

kaeya turns away, looking like he’s about to pop a lung with how hard he’s holding back his laughter.

his son’s got his cheek propped up on his little fist, wearing a look that’s all too serious for a five year old. “because miss adelinde says that people who kiss on the mouth are in love.”

“you know,” kaeya interrupts. “some people say that your dad actually looks a lot like the darknight hero.”

diluc cuts a glare across the table as his son stares at him for a very long minute.

“dad’s not the darknight hero! he’s too old!”

oh he’s so, so, screwed.

[bb-kawa]

Kiss Cam <3

Crossing posting from my ao3 since i think ppl will like this fic. a03 link if you prefer reading there.

What will Falena do when Leona seems to be hiding the  fact that he has a girlfriend? Rig a magical kiss cam to publicly  embarrass the two, of course.

f/n = first name, third person

Did I steal this prompt from sporting events kiss cams and make it more dramatic? yes.

anyways Falena is hilarious in this.

side  note: I interpret twisted wonderland as being an actual University  where magical men and women attend. I don't think that matters for the  specific fic though. reader can still be interpreted as being yuu.

Falena was annoyed. Irked. Displeased. Leona had finally, finally, brought home a love interest, or at least that’s what Falena thought she was; However, Leona refused to admit or even discuss the possibility that she was his girlfriend.

It was the Festival of Love after all in Afterglow Savanna, a three-day event that celebrated all types of love within the kingdom. Why else would Leona have brought home a girl if not to celebrate with her, but Leona didn’t specify if she was his girlfriend or not upon introduction. Furthermore, when Falena prodded Leona for answers, he basically told him to shove off and leave him alone.

When Falena tried to investigate, follow them around, and send spies after them, they always coincidentally appeared to be just platonic friends. A woman holding a man's arm could still be considered friends after all. That wasn’t a big enough clue either way. And when Falena had finally thought he was going to catch them sneakily kissing in a dimly lit hallway, they’d always be conveniently separated from each other.

However, Falena could smell them on each other. Her light perfume blended into Leona’s skin and when she passed by, Falena could clearly smell the earthy scent of Leona’s hair products. They must have been coming into at least close to close contact to justify smelling like each other!

There were other times too, that were as plain as day, that the two were so obviously in love. Leona would laugh with her. Falena could hear their snickers and teasing during various festival activities. Leona rarely laughed as much as he did with her. He looked at her with a sort of happiness Falena hadn’t seen since Leona was a child. Leona would also talk to her, speaking far more than he had the past four years since going to NRC and starting his work as a Prince of the Afterglow Savanna. Falena could barely get Leona to say more than a sentence to him sometimes, but here he was having these long-winded conversations with her.

So why was Leona hiding it? Was he ashamed of her? No that couldn’t be it. Leona would not have brought her otherwise. Was it because he knew it would annoy the entire family if he was as vague as possible about it? That was a possibility but seemed to be a bit of a stretch. They had apparently known each other since NRC but Leona hadn’t thought to bring her around until now? How could Leona decide to enlighten his family with a girl and then proceed to not introduce her as his girlfriend?

Furthermore, every time Falena tried to get the girl alone for a quick chat, Leona would somehow always swoop in like a knight in shining armor here to sweep his obvious lover away from revealing any sort of truth to the matter. Leona always pulled her away with a groan of ‘Don’t annoy F/n with your questions.’ Really, how could Leona consistently be so grumpy about it?

It really was starting to get to Falena. He was determined to find out the truth and the perfect opportunity to do so was going to occur later that evening. A special event was planned called ‘The eye of love.’ It was a yearly activity where a magical camera would pan the crowds showing couples that exhibited a blossoming love. It was an ancient spell mainly used for fun to embarrass couples and had been a main part of the festivities for centuries.

Falena politely, strong armed the yearly caster into making sure, no matter what, the camera would focus in on Leona and his friend. Was this perhaps a bit petty? Yes. Was this also a small invasion of privacy? Also yes. Falena was determined though, to thoroughly ignore his brother's reluctant feelings to find out the truth.

Why, one may ask, was Falena so determined to find out whether Leona had a girlfriend or not? The answer was simple, Falena wanted to make sure the one person that seemed to make Leona happy would be welcomed into the family. Instead, Leona had been corralling the girl away at any possible moment. Two could play this game. Leona wasn’t the only one that could play dirty.

Soon, the roar of the crowd killed Falena’s train of thought concerning his brother. He walked out onto the stage waving, sending out well wishes and hopeful phrases. The general announcements occurred as well as the small speech about hope and encouragement for the love season. Normally Falena wasn’t so impatient during this part, but he really wanted the excitement to start.

Finally, the magical camera, naked to the eye, zoomed around homing in on various couples of various ages. It was quite cute. The first couple to be shown was an elderly pair that seemed to finally admit their love for one another. The next two couples were younger, around mid-age, and were showered with the traditional flower petals for the event during their kiss.

Falena could barely contain his excitement as Leona’s face appeared on the magical screen. The crowd instantly recognized the second prince with a slight cheer. Excitement was strumming through the air. Falena’s smile slightly dropped though, when it appeared that Leona wasn’t at the event at all, but seemed to be walking in some sort of foliage area with F/n.

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“If you get in trouble for missing the eye of love event, I’m not gonna defend you.” F/n said. A smile appeared on her face as Leona helped her step off the rocky ledge.

“What do you mean? You’re my accomplice, you’re breaking the rules with me.” Leona responded as he looked back with a smug grin.

“That’s not what I’ll be telling King Falena.”

F/n didn’t have to be looking at Leona to know he was rolling his eyes as she trotted up behind him.

They had been walking for a good thirty minutes. Winding through a rocky path, up various hills. Honestly if F/n knew Leona was going to take her on a full blow hike she would have worn different shoes.

The path soon widened and appeared a large opening filled to the brim with green foliage and blooming flowers. There was a small opening to the left that looked over the grasslands. The sun was just about to set, yellow and orange hues filled the sky.

“Wow… it’s beautiful!” F/n said, running up to the opening admiring the view and the flowers. An excited smile graced her features. “This is what you wanted to show me? How romantic.”

“Always gotta get a tease in, huh.” Leona shuffled back and forth on his feet. He took a few steps towards her, grabbing her hands. His features softened and a slight anxiety bubbled in his chest. “F/n, I… wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Actually, I wanted to give you something.” Leona said, reaching into his clothes to pull out a small box. He flipped the lid up revealing a red jewel hanging delicately on a golden chain. F/n's eyes widened, and she glanced back and forth from the box up to Leona’s eyes.

“This… this is for me.” F/n asked. She was shocked, while Leona often gave her gifts, they were usually just things F/n had recently said she wanted. While it was incredibly thoughtful of him to always indulge her whims, his normal gifts weren’t as elaborate. They were flowers, or a blanket for them to share during naps, not an incredibly expensive looking necklace.

“In my culture, giving a gift like this is… 2nd to a marriage proposal. It’s a declaration of intention. An intention to love forever.” Leona explained, bringing a hand up to F/n’s cheek. Leona was a bit scared, nervous to ask this. He had never met someone as wonderful as F/n. While he didn’t think she’d say no, there was a possibility she would maybe not prefer this life with him. “If you accept this, it also means you… feel the same.”

F/n smiled; a nervous feeling fluttered through her. She couldn’t believe it. Leona and her had been serious for a while. While she knew he took their relationship seriously and she did find the whole ‘annoy Falena as much as possible’ schtick funny, this wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Leona… are you sure? I’m… not royalty and well… I don’t want you to be put in a bad position because of it. You care for your kingdom, and I just want to make sure you’re always happy.” F/n responded. She really was worried. She loved Leona and didn’t want to make his life more stressful. What if the kingdom didn’t accept her? What if he regretted it?

“Tch, what happened to that lecture you gave me the other day, huh?” Leona asked with another roll of his eyes. He handed her the box as he wrapped his arms around her. “You told me the world was full of possibilities and that there was always hope. You’re not gonna fight for me now after saying all that?”

F/n laughed, her body shaking in Leona’s arms. He always had to be so cheeky.

“Well that doesn’t count. Don’t use my words against me.” F/n responded, leaning in closer. She could see Leona’s eyes soften. Who was she kidding? She would do anything for him, even if it led to tough times. “You promise to take care of me every day?”

“Of course.”

“Alright then Leona Kingscholar, I accept your love.”

She saw a smile appear on his face, the brightness behind his eyes gleamed, as she leaned up to give him a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he squeezed her tighter. Leona kissed her back passionately. A laugh bubbled out of her as Leona slightly raised her body off the floor spinning her around.

“Perfect, my love”

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The camera cut out. Falena could hear the deafening silence as the crowd, as well as himself, processed what they had just seen. It took about three seconds before cheers broke out. The silence turned to rancorous chants and screams. Flowers were thrown up into the air as music started to ring out.

The crowd seemed to fully support Prince Leona’s plight for love if the chanting of his name was anything to go by. Falena was quite happy as well. Now he could finally get to work and plan a wedding. As well as devising a separate plan to make sure Leona didn’t kill him after finding out the entirety of Afterglow Savanna witnessed his love confession. Perhaps Falena should go on an extended trip to a neighboring kingdom to avoid Leona’s wrath.

Well, it’s not like Leona would find out that Falena was the one to order that the magical camera be rigged. It was just a very very unfortunate coincidence. Well, Falena would find a solution soon enough. Perhaps Leona would be so enraptured with his newfound love he’d be too busy to plot murder. Falena was content to enjoy the festivities for now, maybe he’d get lucky, and Leona would never know.

The luck of the draw always fell towards the king after all.

I hope you liked it! reblogs appreciated.

[fanficimagery]

Angel’s Reina

The Sons of Anarchy have always wondered just what type of man SAMCRO's Princess was into, but she never dated. Or if she did, she was super secretive about it and managed to date undetected. Now, however, the Sons have some visitors and it seems they're finally going to find the answer to their long awaited question.

Words: 6.3K Author's Note: Sons!AU because Clay and Gemma make everything worse and I like to keep shit lighthearted and fun. Sorry.

For your entire life, being hailed as SAMCRO's princess felt like a heavy weight on your shoulders. Add in a mother like Gemma Teller and a stepfather like Clay Morrow, and it made life all the more difficult. Especially when puberty hit and the Sons of Anarchy suddenly became overprotective big brothers and uncles.

But while they were overprotective, they were also curious as to why they'd never gotten the chance to dole out some pain to a hormonal teenage boy who thought he could put his hands all over you. Jax and Opie were the ones who were most interested in your hopefully nonexistent dating life, but it was your mother who was attempting to plan a wedding to any Son of your choosing so long as it kept you in Charming.

And staying in Charming wasn't really in your plans until Clay wound up dead and your mother not too far behind him thanks to her binge drinking ways.

It took a while for things to calm down within the Sons after losing their President and Queen, but Jax and Tara filled their roles perfectly. You reluctantly took over for the garage, but not before Jax completely gutted it and then upgraded it. You didn't mind the paperwork and filing system, but technology made things faster and easier and you weren't about to fall behind like you mother constantly was.

Then when things actually were calm and Jax started to make peace with the other MC's, only then did everyone start to loosen up and be at ease without constantly looking over their shoulders.

When the clubhouse parties started back up, it was hectic. The Sons and the hangarounds were ecstatic that the sweetbutts made a reappearance, but they weren't too ecstatic at Tara's rules for them. You sat and watched, and then helped your sister-in-law rid the clubhouse of the women who wouldn't stop pushing up on the married men. And when the men made a pass at you, you made sure to pull rank- as much as you hated it- and send the men on their way less they get a beat down from either yourself or your brother.

After numerous parties where you sent men on their way, the Sons started to become curious as to why you wouldn't hook up with anyone. They weren't as overprotective as they once were and were truly curious as to the type of man you'd invite to your bed. But when you refused to talk about the type of man you were attracted to, they took it upon themselves to figure it out by having shirtless men walk around the clubhouse.

They knew you didn't like them too old, so half the Sons were out. You'd seen Opie naked more times than you'd like to admit and never were awkward around him, so he was out too. You admitted to thinking Half-Sack was cute, but he was too nervous around you given your last name and Juice was- well he was too much of a horn dog. You didn't think he had it in him to be faithful, so you were never tempted by him.

The closest they got to you cracking was when Happy stripped out of his shirt in the middle of the club so he could be tattooed. The way he leaned against the bar, jeans riding low and the V of his hips on display, made you pause, but fortunately only Tara was the one who noticed. Her eyes widened, but you quickly shook your head and busied yourself to make you forget about the attractive sight just on the other side of the room. She laughed, but it was easy to squash the crush on the stoic man when you remembered the whole reusing condoms phase he went through and everyone who had to get tested for a STD.

Fortunately for you, Tara keeps your secret, but it was only a matter of time before the others found out.

Especially since the day before Halloween the Mayans decide to roll in for a weekend visit.

Sitting in your air conditioned office, your knee bounces anxiously as you stare at the clock in the corner of your computer screen. It's Friday, which means Halloween is tomorrow, and you're more than ready to start preparing for your favorite holiday. The second the clock strikes five, you're up and out of your seat, and lunging for the door.

"Alright, motherfuckers, clock out!" You yell after exiting your office. "It's Friday, tomorrow's Halloween, and if you're not dressing up then you know the drill! I want the candy tubs filled so all the crotch goblins of Charming leave here with a smile!"

Laughter meets your ears, everyone knowing how serious you took Halloween, and the men on shift start making their way towards you to clock out for the day. You smile at each of them, pulling the beanie from your head and tossing it onto your desk.

"YN!" Jax shouts. "Get over here."

Seeing your brother standing out in the parking lot, you immediately strip out of your plaid long sleeve. You wrap the sleeves around your waist, leaving you in a tank top and jeans, and continue to make your way outside. You squint your eyes as soon as the sun hits you, but you can still see a few new faces standing around your brother.

With a hand shielding your eyes, you nod at him. "What's up?" You quickly glance at the men around him, nodding in greeting, and you grin when you see a familiar face. "Obispo!"

The Mexican man has a lot more gray in his beard than you remember, but he's still as handsome as ever. You turn towards him, arms wide, and embrace him with a smile. "Princesa, how many times do I need to tell you to call me Bishop?"

"You can tell me for the rest of our lives, but it doesn't mean I'm going to listen." You squeeze him a little before stepping back. "What brings you guys to our backyard? Club shit or pleasure?"

"A little bit of both." You glance at each man then, shaking your head in amusement when you see their amused grins. "Mija, this is Creeper, Angel, and Ezekiel (call me EZ)." Your eyes trail over each man and pray the blazing sun is good enough reason to blame the impending redness of your cheeks on. Each man is handsome in their own right, but there's one among the group that is making your insides squirm.

You've heard the names of the Mayans before, but never really had any pictures to put a face to the name. Now, however, as Angel Reyes stands before you, you can't help but appreciate how he looks in a long sleeve shirt with its sleeves rolled up and showing off tattooed forearms.

When you see Angel's arms flex, your gaze darts up to his eyes crinkled in mirth and you know he caught you ogling. Narrowing your eyes slightly in return, you're about to introduce yourself when an arm is suddenly wrapped around your shoulders and squeezing you to the culprit's side. You grimace and look up to find your brother smirking. "Gentlemen, this is YN. Princess of SAMCRO." You roll your eyes at the title. "If you need anything and Tara isn't around, you go to her."

"Yeah, yeah. Prospect's still on bitch duty. I only handle the nuisances."

"Nuisances?" Angel smirks.

"Mhm. Some sweetbutts are rather persistent when it comes to a man in a kutte. If you got an old lady back home and don't want anyone pushing up on you, let me know right now. And for the love of god, stay away from Ima."

Jax chuckles as you sneer at the blonde's name. "What'd Ima do now?" Bishop wonders.

"Still has her sights on Ope, can't handle taking orders from Tara or I, and thinks she should get some special privileges around here because she's been around for years." You roll your eyes. "I swear to god, Obispo, the next time she looks at me wrong I'm gonna take a bat to that prissy little car of hers."

"I thought your fighting days were over, mija?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you're quick to elbow him as the Mayans glance between the two of you in amusement. "She's a Teller, man. If she can't walk around with a kutte, she's gonna walk around with bloody fists."

"Shut up." You swat Jax's abdomen before stepping away from him. "I'm not a violent person."

"Not until Ima's involved."

"Whatever." You give your attention to the Mayans. "If you're sticking around through tomorrow, you guys gotta follow tradition."

"And what's that, querida?"

You gulp under Angel's stare and quickly avert your gaze. "If you refuse to dress up, you gotta hand over cash for the candy funds. Every year we set out a few tables of candy and the kids of Charming stop by. There's usually four or five stations- candy, chips, drinks and pencils with pencil toppers to encourage them to stay in school. Bobby's in charge of the grill and Juice is on music. It's my favorite night of the year and no one is going to mess it up for me."

"You guys don't have to chip in," Jax says and you gasp, scandalized he would say such a thing.

Bishop, however, chuckles and reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. You give a short happy squeal when Bishop pulls out a fifty and gestures for his boys to do the same. Jax rolls his eyes as you skip forward and pluck the cash from Bishop's hand, and then kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you, Obispo."

"De nada."

Creeper and EZ are holding out twenties when you glance at them, and you pluck them with a smug smile. When you move on to Angel, however, he pulls his cash back when you reach for it. "Don't I get a kiss too, querida?"

You narrow your eyes at the smug Mexican, heart pounding. When he continues to smirk, you roll your eyes and push up on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek while plucking the cash from his hands. "There. Happy?"

"Over the moon."

You snort and turn around, folding the cash in your hands to pocket when your brother's next words make you tense. "YN, are you- are you blushing?"

"What? No!" You blurt a little too fast, eyes wide when you look up.

Jax's own eyes are wide, mouth agape in his shock. Slowly but surely, he starts to smile. "Did- did one of the Mayans just break our case wide open?"

"No!"

"Uh, what case, 'mano?"

"Nothing!" You whirl around, pointing a finger at Angel who's quick to step back with his hands up. "Don't worry about it."

"Holy shit." Your brother laughs. "He did!"

"It's fucking hot out here, Jackson! I'm red because of the heat!"

"Or you're red because you got a thing for them Spanish boys," he says a little too smugly. Your mouth drops open and he laughs even harder. "Oh fuck. Wait until I tell the boys."

Unable to think of anything that will deter your brother, you hit him with your shoulder as you pass. "You're a dick, Jax."

"Love you too, sis."

As the group of men watch YN Teller stalk off, Bishop chuckles. "Care to fill us in, el presidente?"

Jax glances back at the Mayans, grinning. "For a couple years now we've been trying to figure out just what type of man my sister is attracted to. She's never brought anyone around and while we know of a few people she thinks are attractive, none of them have made her blush like your boy Angel has."

Angel suddenly preens at the news, clutching his kutte and straightening it out, and EZ rolls his eyes before smacking the back of his brother's head. "Don't even think about it, hermano."

"Why not? Big bro doesn't seem to have a problem with it."

EZ glances at Jax and the blonde chuckles. "If he thinks he can handle her, I say go for it. My sis is a pain in the ass. It'll be hilarious to see her squirming for once."

Bishop shakes his head at his secretary. "If you go after la princesa, don't mess around with the sweetbutts. We don't need any unnecessary drama."

"Whatever you say, Bish. Whatever you say."

Jax laughs as he gestures for the Mayans to follow him inside. "Come on. Let's hammer out the details for the gun trade because come tomorrow this place is going to be Halloween central and my sister will cut a bitch if anyone ruins her night."

. .

. .

As the night progresses, the clubhouse fills with its usual hangarounds and sweetbutts. You've opted to tend to the bar next to Half-Sack, keeping an eye on the happenings all around to make sure you don't have to interfere. Occasionally your gaze slides over Angel, eyes narrowing at all the sweetbutts gathered around the group. You keep telling yourself you're watching them more than usual because Jax and Opie are there, but you can't fool yourself for long. You're keeping an eye on which sweetbutt is gonna get the most disgusting chores around the club for getting too close to Angel.

"Wow. Jax wasn't kidding." Tara slides onto a stool across from you, eyes sparkling in amusement. "The Mayan, YN? Really?"

Your gaze snaps to your sister-in-law and you lower yourself behind the bar, arms crossed atop the counter as your chin rests on your arm. "I can't help it. He's so pretty."

"Wow. I for sure thought you were going to be attracted to the bald one after I saw you ogling Happy that one time."

You chuckle. "They're all hot, Tara, but Obispo is too old, Creeper looks like a strong silent type and EZ seems just a tad too goofy. His smile reminds me too much of Juice."

"What do you like about Angel then? That is his name, right?"

"Yes, and.." you sigh longingly. "I don't know. "He's just- he's pretty," you whine. Tara's head tips back as she laughs. "And then he started with the pet names in Spanish and the lady bits started tingling. It was lust at first sight."

"Do we have to worry about you starting a fight over the Mayan?" Your sister-in-law continues to giggle.

You sigh and then straighten up, grabbing up a dish towel and wiping down the bar top. "Nah. I mean I might glare and be a little petty, but I won't start an actual fist fight. Just a couple more hours and then I get to go home, and all will be well come tomorrow."

"Or he and every sweetbutt dressed in a slutty costume will test your resolve tomorrow night, and I'll end up having to babysit your ass."

"Don't pretend like you're not enjoying this."

"Oh I am," she muses.

Tara keeps you company for the rest of the night, pulling you from behind the bar and taking great pleasure in seeing you squirming over some guy. You end up sitting with the group of guys, sandwiched between Opie and Happy, and doing your best to not look in Angel's direction. Then when the clubhouse starts to clear out, Jax has Juice bring out a dry erase board.

"What's going on?" Bishop asks as he takes in the names written on the board.

"They're making a bet on what my costume will be," you say.

"Please let it be something slutty," Tig begs. "Like last year! That was a great costume," he says while crossing himself and then holding his hands together as if in prayer. You laugh.

"What were you last year?" Angel asks, eyebrow arched.

You slowly grin at him. "Slutty nun."

"The stockings. Oh god, the stockings," Tig groans as the men all chuckle.

"Dios mío." Bishop snorts, shaking his head.

Every bet is worth ten bucks and you're not surprised over half of them guess you'll be something sexy and/or slutty- Velma from Scooby Doo, Harley Quinn, and a ringmaster being some of your favorite guesses. Even the Mayans get in on the fun, Angel and Creeper immediately going the slutty route as well with hopes of you dressing as a sexy cheerleader or a sexy witch. Surprisingly it's EZ and Bishop who take their time thinking about it, but while their guesses are of the non-sexy variety, they still don't guess it.

"You guys are insane." You chuckle as they argue over who's got it right, some even changing their guesses.

"But did we get it right, querida?" Angel wonders.

You shrug and stand, getting ready to call it a night so you're well rested for dealing with all the candy hungry little gremlins. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"And don't go changing your outfit at the last second, lass," Chibs calls out.

"I'm not." Your eyes roll. "But just a heads up, you boys are on your own tomorrow. I'll be here in the morning to make sure we have everything that you'll be setting up and then I'll be going back home to dress."

"It involves makeup, doesn't it?" Jax guesses. You slowly grin at him and the men all curse, hurriedly changing their vote yet again.

"Happy guessing, boys! I'll see most of you tomorrow evening."

You get several decent hours of sleep before you make your way back to Teller-Morrow Automotive and make sure the early rising sweetbutts and Half-Sack know how to decorate for the evening's festivities. Then after making sure everything is in order so the night will run smoothly, you swing by the local diner to pick up some breakfast before heading home.

You don't have to start getting ready until three or so, so you set an alarm and go back to sleep.

And then when your alarm goes off, you take your time in the shower to exfoliate and prepare yourself for the transformation you're about to go through.

The first thing you do after drying off is blow dry your hair. You don't want to curl it too soon, so you clip it at the back of your head to deal with later. Then shooting off a quick text to your neighbor to get her ass to your place, you get started on your makeup.

From your hairline down to the top of your chest, you paint yourself white. Your neighbor gets in just in time to paint the back of your neck and your back, and helps you decide where the best places to shade in black are. Your temples, eyes, mouth, neck and collar bones get shaded in black, and then your neighbor helps you glue on some golden decals around your face, brow, neck and collar bones. You use the gold paint to paint your nose and mouth, and then you keep a small fan on your face while your neighbor curls your hair for you before pinning it to one side of your head so your curls fall over your left shoulder.

As you're looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to put in some whiteout contact lenses to give you an even creepier vibe. Your neighbor helps you into your strapless white lace dress with a short train that looks as if you walked through ash, and then you dip your fingers into the golden paint one by one.

"Holy shit, babe. You look hot," your neighbor gushes. You wrinkle your nose at her, counting down the minutes until your fingers dry so you can be on your way. "Are you sure you're not trying to impress someone?"

"I'm not." You laugh. "I've had this costume planned for weeks. It's not my fault the hot guys came after."

"Hot guys? What hot guys?"

"Mayans from down south. There's this one in particular who keeps calling me pet names in Spanish. It's taking everything in me to not climb him like a tree."

Your neighbor laughs. "Well if you do, take a picture of him so when you give me all the filthy details, I'll have a face to put to the name."

"Will do."

When you're all set to go, you grab your golden starburst crown and carry it with you. You didn't want to put it on and hit the roof of your car, so you figure you'll just put it on when you get to your destination. Then after kicking your neighbor out and locking up, you find yourself in your car and heading back towards your place of employment.

The orange and black streamers along the fence line of TM Automotive makes you smile, as well as the purple twinkling lights you can barely see since the sun was still in the sky. Inside the parking lot, there are four long tables set up- each table draped in a black, orange, green or purple tablecloths. One table contains nothing but buckets of candy, another is lined with small bags of chips, another has juice boxes, and the last has fun pencils, pencil toppers, and tiny toy desk companions for the kids to play with. There are even Halloween inflatables- a Frankenstein, a patch of cruelly smiling pumpkins, and a black cat- and you can't help the giggle that escapes you.

Parking off to the side of the building and away from prying eyes, you hurriedly get out and use the reflection of your window to put your crown on. Once it's situated, you start your trek around the side of the building and towards the front where everyone is lingering about.

Jax spots you first and his brow furrows before you smile, wiggling gold-tipped fingers at him. "Cat got your tongue, Jackson?"

"Holy shit! YN?"

Angel, who'd been laying on his bike, smirks before pulling his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. "Damn, mami, you do that yourself?"

"Yep." You strike a pose for them before giggling. "So, I think my costume falls under the category of skeleton. Who had that?"

Bishop raises his hand and the gathered men all groan as a roll of bills are passed over to him. He's all swagger as he saunters up towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Te ves hermosa (you look beautiful)."

"Thank you, Obispo."

Everyone approaches you, getting a close up of your makeup and wondering if you truly did do it yourself. And after you've answered their questions, you're surprised when Creeper asks if he can take a picture with you.

"Yeah. Of course."

You oblige him, standing just to the side of him as he takes a seat on a chair. With one hand on his shoulder, you glance off to the side as he stares the camera head on. Then for the second picture, you're staring straight at the camera so they can capture how wicked your eyes look.

"What about me, querida? Do I get a picture too?" Angel asks.

"Oh! I have the perfect idea," Juice says. Then looking at Angel, he says, "Sit up."

You can only shake your head in amusement, stepping closer to Juice as Angel hands his phone to the Puerto Rican. Juice proceeds to have Angel sit sideways on his bike, feet planted on the ground so his knees are parted. Then you're instructed to stand between Angel's knees as one of his hands grips onto his handlebar and the other gently holds onto the back of your thigh. Your breath lightly hitches, but it's still obvious to Angel as he smirks up at you.

"Shut it," you mumble.

Juice then instructs you to lightly cradle the side of Angel's face in your hand, your gold-tipped fingers sticking out against his dark facial hair. You hear many catcalls and swallow down a laugh, finally snorting when you hear Opie grumble, "Goddammit. She wore makeup on purpose so we couldn't see her blush."

Juice snaps a couple pictures of you and Angel staring into each other's eyes, and then he moves to stand behind Angel's back. Now both of Angel's hands are on the back of your thighs and you're looking up over his head, staring directly at Juice as EZ fixes his brother's kutte upon Juice's suggestion. He has you looking at the camera head on then, and he snaps a few more pictures.

"Thank you, mi reina," Angel murmurs when you're finally allowed to step back.

You quietly groan and tug on the hair at his chin. "Shut it. I actually know what that one means."

He chuckles darkly and lets you walk away to collect yourself. Then as you make sure the tables are all set and those who are going to help you pass out the goodies are ready, Angel and Juice huddle together so Juice can edit the pictures on Angel's phone with settings that the Mexican didn't even know his phone had.

The trick-or-treating starts before the sun even sets.

Parents used to be hesitant to let their children into the decorated parking lot for Halloween, but you did the most to change everyone's opinion about the MC. Not everyone approved of the tactics the Sons used to keep their streets clean and children safe, but the locals were less hostile towards the Sons now and even uttered a greeting to them when seen out in public.

The Mayans sit off to the side with the Sons who haven't been tasked by YN to hand out goodies, sipping on their beers and eating food that someone had grilled.

"Man, the people of Santo Padre are nothing like this," EZ says, gesturing to the people who are laughing and taking pictures. "They either hate us or are terrified of us. None of them would greet us with smiles like this."

"It wasn't always like this," Jax says. "They used to tolerate us- greeting us to be polite but then scurrying away."

"What changed?" Bishop wonders.

"YN." Opie grins as he watches the woman he sees as a sister. "As soon as Clay and Gemma kicked the bucket, YN fought tooth and nail to turn shit around for us."

The Mayans all glance at Jax at the casual way Opie mentioned his mother and Clay's passing, and the blonde shrugs with a chuckle. "It's no secret YN was dying to get out of Charming because of Gemma and the trouble Clay landed us in, but with them out of the picture she decided to settle down and help clear the club's name."

Angel glances at YN, watching as the kids happily greet her while some even high five her in greeting. He only has eyes for the skeletal queen that Tig's chortle startles him out of his staring. "Oh shit, boys. Ima incoming."

Everyone glances in the direction Tig is looking, but only Creeper sits a little straighter at the blonde bombshell sauntering her way towards them in a sexy nurse outfit.

"She might be hot, gentlemen, but she's not worth the trouble," Jax says. He leans back in his seat, arching an eyebrow as the woman in question nears. "What are 'ya doing here, Ima?"

"It's a party, Mr. President," she muses. "Isn't it an open invitation?"

"It is, but you also know it's YN's favorite holiday and you take sick pleasure in pissing my sister off."

The tightening of her smile is obvious, but no one says anything. "I promise to be on my best behavior," she says. "And besides, we have guests." Her eyes practically sparkle as she looks at each and every Mexican. "What kind of person would I be if I didn't show them a good time?"

Opie snorts, not bothering to cover it up or explain himself as Ima glares at him.

"We're good, mujer," Bishop says.

"Speak for yourself," Creeper mutters.

Ima hears him and practically perks up, sauntering towards him and placing herself in his lap. Everyone chuckles, shaking their head, but they figure this is a mistake Creeper needs to make and learn from for himself.

"Well while you're diddling the Sons' sloppy seconds, I'm gonna go check on mi reina," Angel muses as he stands.

Jax chuckles. "I got twenty bucks that says you can't drag my sister away from candy duty."

"You're on, vato."

"YN?" Ima petulantly pouts. "If you're looking for a good time, I'm loads better."

Creeper quietly groans as EZ starts to laugh. "So close." He pushes Ima off his lap and the blonde scoffs before stomping off when she realizes the group of men are not going to cater to her hurt feelings. "Are all the females like her?"

"Nah. Most of them are pretty decent," Jax says. "They're just being on their best behavior right now because kids are coming and going, and they know my sister will kick their ass if they step one toe out of line."

Everyone watches as Angel takes his leave, startling YN as he comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist while laying his chin on her shoulder.

"Are you really okay with that?" Bishop asks, gesturing to his secretary and Jax's younger sister. "If that's gonna be an issue, I'll warn him off."

"It's fine." Jax waves him off. "Let them have their fun. But if he tries to take her back to Santo Padre, then we're gonna have issues."

Opie laughs as EZ's smile falters. "YN is the only one who properly knows how to run the garage. If she splits, we're fucked."

Creeper chuckles as he keeps an eye out for a female to keep him company later on. "Don't say that, man. Bishop will encourage Angel to bring the girl home if it means she can get the office at the scrap yard in order."

Bishop salutes him with his beer bottle. "Chucky's a big help, but Lord knows we need someone else in there."

As the Mayans and Sons laugh over shared stories of Chucky and how he's faring down in Santo Padre now, Ima glares at the interactions from the opened doorway to the clubhouse. The hottest Mayan of the group chats up YN Teller and the other patched member she had sat on the lap of catches the attention of another passing sweetbutt. So far her night was not going well and she was not happy about it at all.

. .

. .

Once the trick-or-treating is over for the night, you head into the bathroom to remove the golden decals from your face, leaving them only on your neck and collar bones, and then retouch your Halloween makeup. You even lose the crown before grabbing a beer and then head over to the group of men you felt at ease with.

As you're walking towards an empty seat, Angel surprises you by grabbing you by the wrist to tug you down onto his lap. Your eyes widen, though it's tough to tell with the way you're all painted up, but Opie still snorts his amusement. "Goddammit. The makeup is still covering the blush."

Hearing his words, you glance over at your best friend and flip him off as you let yourself relax in Angel's embrace. By the way he's holding your waist, he has no intentions of letting you up. So turning on his lap and snuggling down so you can rest your head on his shoulder, you ask, "Am I here because you want me here or because the sweetbutts are circling?"

"Because I want you here." You take a sip of your beer, grinning. "And because your arch nemesis keeps making the rounds, waiting for a green light from one of us."

"Of course she is." Your eyes roll as you look for the blonde in question. "She's angling for the title of old lady, no matter the charter. Whatever puts her in a higher rank than me, she'll take it and then use her position to order me around."

"What's her deal?"

"She used to fuck my brother in hopes of him giving her his crow, but then Tara came into the picture and stole his attention. When she wouldn't let up, I kicked her ass." You lift your head to take another sip of your beer, smirking when Angel groans at the thought of you being violent. "Then she honed in on Opie after his wife died and I shut that shit down. He got together with Lyla soon after and Ima tried coming in between them, so I kicked her ass again."

"You like throwin' hands, don't you?"

"If I need to, then yeah. I'm very protective of those I consider mine," you tell him. "So, if you need someone's ass beat down in Santo Padre, you know where to find me."

Angel chuckles as the hand resting on your thigh squeezes. "I'm yours, huh?"

"Mhm," you hum.

Your lips twitch as you hold his stare, your gaze briefly glancing at his lips as you subconsciously lean towards him. All the noise surrounding you seems to fall away, but before anything interesting can happen, a hand is landing on your shoulder.

"Goddammit, Tig! I was just about to win the bet," Juice complains.

Jax, Opie, Happy, Chibs, Bishop, and EZ explode with laughter, and you narrow your eyes at all of them. "What bet?"

"How long it'd take for you and Angel to hook-up," your brother muses.

Angel chuckles beneath you and you roll your eyes, standing up. As you finish off your beer, Tig says, "Hey sweet face, I heard Ima spreading some rumors about you to anyone who'll listen."

From the corner of your eye, you see the blonde in question falter in her steps, but you pay her no mind. "I don't give a shit who talks behind my back. Bitch knew better than to let me hear." Tig laughs, his gaze darting between you and Ima, but she doesn't say anything in response. Sighing, you then glance around at all the men who were hoping for some drama. "Anyone need a beer?"

As the night progresses, Angel's lap becomes your personal seat. You've tried four different times to sit on a couch or chair, especially when a sweetbutt sidled up to him when you made a trip to the bar or bathroom, but he always caught you and dragged you back towards him as you tried to pass. No one said a word and the sweetbutts backed off when they realized you were interested in him, but you had to shake your head at your brother when you could see the amusement and approval in his eyes.

You ended up having only two beers before you switched to water since you still had to drive home, and Angel stopped after three. Everyone's talking and laughing, and it makes your heart happy to see both MC's getting along.

By the third time you've yawned, Angel taps your thigh and urges you to stand up. "Come on, hermosa. Let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"You need sleep."

Angel grabs your hand just as you catch Jax's gaze and at his arched eyebrow, you shake your head. You will not be spending the night in the dorms.

But still you walk hand-in-hand with Angel, letting him lead the way down a familiar hallway and towards a dorm that Jax most likely assigned him. Just as he moves to grab the key from his pocket, you place a hand on his arm to stop him. "As much as I wanna spend the night with you, I need to go home." Angel glances at you in surprise, mouth opening to reply, but you push on. "There's no way in hell I'm sleeping with all this makeup on," you say while gesturing to your face and upper body. "And I need my contact case for the lenses. I actually really like these."

Angel sighs, realizing you have a point. He gives up on the hunt for his room key, turning so his back is to the wall and he's holding onto both of your hands loosely in front of him. "Too bad, querida. We roll out as soon as we wake up tomorrow."

A moment of silence lingers between the two of you before your lips twitch. "Well.. you could always come back to mine." You step closer, dropping one of his hands so your hand can cradle the side of his neck before sliding back and scraping the back of his neck with your nails. His eyelids flutter as he quietly groans and you smirk. "Bed's big enough for more than one person."

"Is that right?" Angel gulps.

"Yep." You pull on his neck so he lowers his face towards you, but stop him when he's close enough for your lips to brush his. "Think of all the uninterrupted fun we could have." He tries to capture your lips, but you pull back just out of reach. "I would kiss 'ya, but I'm not about to smear my makeup all around your mouth and let those idiots out front know exactly what's going on."

His resolve seems to harden right before your eyes. "House. Now."

As soon as Angel straightens up, his grip tightens on your one hand and he practically drags you out of the hallway. You can't help but laugh at his eagerness, your laughter growing louder at the whoops and hollers you hear from both the Sons and Mayans as they watch him drag you away. Suddenly, you're very grateful for your skeletal makeup because you can feel your face and ears burning.

As you near the exit to the clubhouse, you can't help but smirk as you flip off Ima who's watching you and Angel with a frown.

Happy Halloween indeed.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

U or Epic should write villain getting sick from a party and throwing up n hero is there to comfort them and it's totally not like I'm asking that bc my parents r going thru the same thing (nZ I'm sick too i think. Def v tired...)

“How are you feeling?” Considering that the villain was still nearly kissing the toilet seat, it was a rather dumb question. However, the hero felt like a simple “better” or “worse” would help them more than stating the obvious. And they knew the villain understood the politeness in the question.

“…’m good…” Obviously nothing new, that. The denial and refusing help others offered. Even if their relationship was less rocky, the villain didn’t accept much from the hero.

“I’d say this is karma but I don’t believe in it.” They handed the villain the glass of water which the villain actually took from them with shaky hands.

“…always get sick when I party…” The villain sipped on the water, slowly and carefully, for the water the hero had handed them five minutes earlier, didn’t stay in their stomach. But now it seemed better. The worst was over and the hero wondered if the villain was actually improving while simultaneously daring to hope that this was the truth.

The hero couldn’t swallow their laugh. “And how you partied…”

Something between amusement and pity conjured inside the hero. The villain could be a real piece of shit, so seeing them like this, white-knuckled clawing on the toilet was a little fun. But mostly, the hero was pitying them. Being hungover and sick wasn’t fun. And after what they’d done yesterday…

They crouched down and pushed the villain’s hair out of their eyes.

“Take it easy. You’ve barely slept.”

“…didn’t do it for you,” the villain clarified. They’d closed their eyes, leaning against the wall. “They played Spice Girls all night.”

That made the hero smirk.

“I don’t see a problem with that.”

“Punched them because the music sucked, alright?” The villain’s glassy eyes went over the hero again and again, as if they were searching for something. “Didn’t do it for you.”

“Sure…” Though the hero didn’t want to, they had to blush as they remembered how uncomfortable they’d been yesterday. Shame had overwhelmed them as the host made an extremely inappropriate comment about their outfit. It had left the hero with a bitter taste on their tongue and a feeling of being dirty. That kind of dirt they couldn’t just scrub off their skin.

And the villain, drunk and uncontrollable, had punched said individual bloody, resulting in both of them being thrown out. A silent walk to the hero’s apartment had followed, alongside with a night full of vomiting and pushing the villain’s hair out of their sight.

“I’m never gonna drink again,” the villain whispered, their eyes still closed. Both knew that was a lie.

“Are we friends?” the hero asked suddenly. Usually, the hero was the one people looked up to. They were the symbol of hope everyone turned to when all was lost. They were a beacon of courage. They were the one who stood up for everyone.

And yet, the hero realised, no one had ever done the same for them until now. No one had ever defended them like the villain had because everyone expected the hero to fight for themselves.

Though the hero was great at fighting for others, they weren’t quite sure if they could even tell a waiter they’d been served the wrong dish.

“I don’t know,” the villain said. They opened their eyes to find the hero’s. “Are we?”

“I don’t want to be friends,” the hero admitted. The villain seemed to have stopped breathing. They were paler and the hero feared it wasn’t just from throwing up all night.

“Well, there’s your answer, I guess.” The villain laughed humourlessly and it was easy to hear how tired they were. Hell, they hadn’t slept one bit. They looked more than a little weary.

“I want to be more than friends,” the hero said. “I want to be more than this. Whatever this is. Whatever we are.”

Now, it was the villain’s turn to (hide their) smile. The villain leaned their head against the wall again and sighed.

“We will destroy each other,” the villain said. “There is no way around it.”

“Then why did you punch them? Playing Spice Girls isn’t a reason.”

The villain looked at them and some kind of sadness filled their eyes. As if their fate was inevitably tragic. Bound to destroy. It seemed like both were too scared to say a word now.

So, the hero sat down beside the villain.

And the villain took their hand.

[epiclamer]

operation has taken over my brain in the most positive way possible i love them

Uhhhh pt.3 of course— im sorry this is so late—

@hollowgast1

Part 1 Part 2

Operation Pt. 3

Hero’s surgery had been successful. Villains attempts to keep them rested and out of pain, had not. Well, more or less.

Ever since the villain had taken the hero back to their house for recovery, Hero had been a pain in their ass.

They would never rest, wouldn’t sleep, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink, would refuse any type of pain killers as tears streamed down their face from the agony. Every chance they got they would drag themselves out of bed and attempt to run.

It didn’t matter how much talking or reassuring Villain did, nothing got through to their head. And understandably enough, it was driving them insane.

Now, the hero was tied by each limb to a corner of the bed with fabric restraints, that they still somehow managed to hurt themselves with. Giving the criminal even more wounds to take care of—as if they didn’t have enough already.

“Hero, please eat something. Drink something. Anything, just please.”

The crime-stopper didn’t move, they looked like a deer in headlights and the only telltale sign that they were still alive and not frozen was their hyperventilating. Villain watched their chest move out of time with their breath due to their broken ribs that were trying to heal ever since the surgery. But Hero wouldn’t give them a break.

In the back of their head, Villain was counting their BPM and every alarm bell was ringing ‘too fast, too fast, too fast—’. They dropped their head in defeat, the water bottle and bowl of applesauce in their hands hit the bedside as their arms fell and the hero flinched harshly, hitting their head against the headboard.

Some sort of overly kind instinct rushed Villain’s senses for a moment and they wanted to jump on top of the hero and tenderly care for their bumped head. But exhaustion was stronger, was heavier, and it weighed them down too much to care. If Hero didn’t want to eat or drink, Villain couldn’t force them. They’d just die here on the villain’s bed, of thirst or reopened wounds, it was a close call between the two.

Villain groaned; they were being ridiculous. Ridiculously stupid. They were caretaking. They couldn’t give up. The hero just needed an incentive…

“You’re scared that I’ll hurt you.” Hero’s silence was answer enough. “If you take this kindness, that I’ll use it against you to hurt you.”

No response but the hero seemed to sweat, shuffling backwards just a tad from the other.

The villain nodded, trying to dig up a plan in their dazed mind. They huffed a small laugh, “easy fix… i’ll just threaten your loved ones or something for if you don’t eat.”

It was a joke. A terrible excuse of a joke that held no mocking tone whatsoever. But it made the villain laugh.

They were starving, worked-to-the-bone and so, so, so, fed up. That the idea, the stupid idea sure to only traumatize the hero further, was actually hilarious.

Villain burst out in laughter, letting go of the water and food in their hands as it rested against the bed. They crossed their arms over their chest and threw their head back, cackling and wheezing so hard their legs began to shake. It took them quite a few long deep breaths until they could calm down, eyes occasionally falling on the horrified hero and they couldn’t help but laugh some more.

Then, in a moment of pure delinquent fun, they leaned forwards, crowding the hero against the bed and stuck our their hands. Wiggling their fingers and eyebrows in unison out at the other as they whispered, “eat, drink, take care of yourself or I’ll destroy everyone you love…”

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Hero didn’t take the statement as lightly as Villain did. Sitting as far up as they could in an instant before tears started rolling down their face and they turned into a blabbering wreck.

“P-Please— d-don’t hurt them—I swear, I-I’ll eat, I’ll drink, I-I’ll do anything, just please…”

Oh.

Shit.

In instinct, Villain would’ve scrabbled to fix the mess they had just created. But their common sense brain kicked in at the last second and they hesitated, frozen in spot, frozen in thought. Maybe… just maybe… this could work out…

Against their bonds, Hero looked crazed, yanking desperately at them as they cried and begged. Their first words since they had arrived. Villain almost felt proud.

Almost.

Tentatively, as if they couldn’t believe the development just yet, Villain picked up and held out their water bottle. The cap was already unscrewed and as it reached Hero’s lips they only hesitated for a split second before gulping down the refreshment.

Villain could’ve sworn they saw a look of pleasure filled relief as they swallowed the last of the water, but it was gone and replaced with guilt sooner than they could blink. Then, before they could give the hero any extra time to reconsider, or for this all to be some too-good-to-be dream, Villain held out a spoonful of applesauce.

Hero looked two things, relaxed and fearful. Which were two emotions that generally didn’t go hand in hand. But the villain figured that their brain must have been fighting itself between one half that wanted to cave and the other that wanted to be defiant.

Eventually, they caved. And very slowly they parted their lips, allowing the villain to spoon feed them until the bowl was polished clean. Even if every swallow was slow and painful, they didn’t stop opening their mouth for more until it was all gone.

“Wow…” The villain stared down at the empty containers. “That’s all it took, huh?”

The hero’s lip quivered as they made eye contact. “Y-you won’t hurt them, r-right? I-if I’m g-good?”

At the last sentence a chill ran up the criminal’s spine, whoever had imprisoned their enemy prior had done some serious mental damage that they had yet to assess. Normal patients didn’t do that; but normal patients weren’t highly sought after heroes either.

They weighed their options and after a brief period of contemplation, Villain decided that the most crucial thing for the both of them would be some rest. So, carefully, the villain clicked off the bedside lamp. Taking their dishes towards the room door as they exited, looking back once as they stopped in the doorway.

“I’m not going to hurt anyone. Just get some rest and everything will be fine.”

Villain tried not to feel disappointed as they headed for the kitchen and then the couch. But to their heart it was worse than a stab wound, Hero actually believed that Villain was going to hurt the ones they loved.

All of their previous trust… The years they had spent building their relationship and bonding, was now out the window.

They flopped back onto the squeaky cushions and closed their eyes. In the morning everything would be okay. Hero finally ate something. That was step one.

Tomorrow—while they got the hero to sleep some more—they could begin their hunt for whichever sadistic fuck had destroyed their nemesis and Villain smiled slightly at the thought.

[yarameijer]

Plss this is just stuck in my head and refuses to leave

Hii, I know I've asked this before but really consider an actor au for Raimon, be it accidental reverse or the original series. Because like imagine the shock of the others when one of them takes off their brightly colored wig and suddenly they look like an entirely different person and the others are just like- wtfwtf who are you, why the hell do you look like that?? But another thing to consider: the relationships. Which siblings would be real off set too and what friendships and duos/trios would still be real outside of filming.

Just-

Actor au to get rid of life's problems.

Heyhey!

Okay so I’ll be honest, I saw your ask before but I had a really hard time answering because I don’t really know anything about actor AUs. But I gave it my best shot, so I hope this is sort of what you had in mind? I kept it mostly to the main GO cast.

As for appearances, here's a few I could see happening:

Kirino wears hair extensions. His hair color is already pretty extreme, so I think he’d keep it shorter in reality, and the pigtails are just part of his outfit.

Hamano normally has his hair combed down around his face instead of standing up, and in exchange for his goggles he’s got a red and white bandana.

Shinsuke doesn’t wear his headband outside of filming. It’s part of his outfit because of his supposed resemblance to Endou’s character.

Shindou actually has glasses, although he also wears lenses. Kind of depends on his mood. I think it suits him!

Saru is just Tenma in a wig

As for relationships, whoa this is gonna be a wild ride. I had fun with it. So, brace yourselves!

The easiest: Haruna and Kidou aren’t siblings. They don't really look alike. Gouenji and Yuuka probably are siblings though, their eyes are quite similar.

Not so bad, hm? Well, here's where it gets weird.

One thing that comes to mind is, before I watched GO, I saw some clips on YouTube, and there was the moment where Tenma miximaxed with Shuu. Afterwards, Shuu’s kneeling on the ground and Aoi helps him up:

I remember thinking Aoi and Shuu look a little bit similar? That interaction made me wonder for a second if they were siblings (sue me, I didn't know anything about IEGO at the time). They look just similar enough that it works, same eye shape, blueish hair… it’s a bit far-fetched, but I think it’s funny. So, they’d be siblings!

Tachimukai and Kinako would be related - they’ve got similar bangs! Similar hair! Similar eyes! Obviously Tachimukai in GO would be ten years older, so maybe Kinako’s his niece or something.

I mean, it works.

Okay, and now my personal favorite. Taiyou wears a wig and is related to the Tsurugi brothers.

…yeah it sounds weird I know, BUT! He’s got literally the same eyes as Yuuichi, just a different color, and he’s super pale too, just like Yuuichi and Kyousuke.

I mean, c’mon. Tell me you don’t see it, I dare you. Give Taiyou spiky navy hair, and they’d totally be related.

Not convinced?

I mean, come on. I’d even say that in facial features, Taiyou looks more like Yuuichi than Kyousuke does.

And besides, in case people really, really dislike blue-haired Taiyou, there's always this option:

:D

[ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask]

Detention

“Psst.”

Serin ducked her head and ignored the sound, focusing on the essay she was typing instead. Sure, it wasn’t due for another week but… it never hurt to be prepared.

“Pssst.”

She glanced at the clock. Twenty more minutes until she could go. That was good - she had a lot of work to do still on the homecoming parade float. After that she wanted to get a jump on planning prom… Daisy and Ralph had given her some great ideas to work with and she wanted to try to get started on them before she ran out of time.

“Psssst.”

Her shoulders tensed in frustration, but she tried to ignore it. She ran through the checklist for the rest of the week. She had scholarship applications to submit, the homecoming dance to finalize, and she needed to find time to squeeze in marching band practice. On top of that she had a slew of college applications to finalize, but she needed to get a few more things on her resume first. Just to be sure. Then there was-

“Pssssst.”

She whipped in her chair to glare at the boy next to her. “Malcolm Geffen,” she seethed, her chest heaving with breaths labored by anger, “if you don’t quit doing that I’m going to strangle you.”

The boy beside her raised his eyebrows in mock surprise at her outburst. “Come on, love,” he goaded in his infuriatingly fascinating accent, “you know you’d miss me.” His grin was all ego, but the dimples in his cheeks still somehow managed to make it look adorable.

Serin rolled her eyes and turned back to her essay before she did something stupid, like let him talk more just to hear his voice. “I don’t have time for this,” she hissed. “I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for you.”

Mal put his hand on his heart and leaned down to offer her his ridiculous puppy eyes, and Serin fought hard to tell herself that it wasn’t working this time. “I’m sorry,” he said penitently. “I didn’t ever think we’d get caught.”

Serin ground her teeth. It was a bad habit. Her sister Naomi - well, technically her stepsister, but their parents had married when they were 6 years old so they’d grown up together as siblings anyway - always got after her for it. But when you spend time with someone like Malcolm Geffen, indulging in bad habits is pretty much the name of the game.

“You didn’t think,” she repeated, whispering harshly. “That might be the truest thing you’ve ever said.”

Mal managed to look hurt, but it only lasted for a moment before his stupid, cocky, charming, infuriating grin was creeping back into place. “I was just trying to have some fun,” he defended himself. “Would it help if I told you that I didn’t realize that we aren’t technically allowed to play music over the school’s PA system?”

“No,” Serin answered immediately. “Because I know that’s a lie. And because when Principal Hood caught me trying to stop you he assumed I was in on it and put me in detention with you. You’re not getting off with some half–cooked excuse this time.” 

With one more glare she turned in her seat, refusing to acknowledge him again. When she noticed him open his mouth from the corner of her eye she tersely barked, “Don’t.”

Mal, for once, did the wise thing. He shut his mouth.

Several minutes passed between them in silence. From the corner of her eye Serin could see Mal actually working on something - maybe he’d gotten wise and decided to use this time for homework. She shook her head. Mal getting wise… like that could ever happen.

When the clock showed two minutes until the end of their hour-long detention, Serin packed her things into her bag. She caught Mal’s glance at her as she twisted in her seat… it was clear he wanted to say something. He looked shockingly repentant - even his spiky red hair looked somehow sad and deflated. She turned straight ahead. She didn’t much want to hear anything he had to say at the moment.

Just before she rose from her seat, she felt something brush against her knee. She glanced down to see Mal’s hand, holding out a piece of paper between his first two fingers. When she glanced at him she found him studying the far wall, probably hoping that if he didn’t look at her she’d be willing to take whatever it was he was offering her.

She brusquely snatched the object from his hand.

It was a piece of notebook paper, carefully folded into the shape of a heart. She rolled her eyes to try to disguise the excited thrill that ran down her spine. On one side of the paper were scrawled the words ‘Open me’ in Mal’s hasty handwriting. Serin chewed her lip for a moment, debating whether or not to actually indulge in this childishness. Finally her curiosity won out over her indignation.

She carefully unfolded the paper, keeping track of the lines in case she decided to fold it back into shape afterward. Inside the paper was just one word. It was neater than his usual handwriting, and she could see the outline of several erased previous attempts at writing it. Just one little word that somehow managed to set the stupid butterflies in her stomach all aflutter once more.

Sorry. In true corny fashion, he had drawn a tiny heart in place of the ‘o’.

Serin glanced over at him. His hands were on the desktop, twitching with nervous energy. He’d never been good at sitting still for very long - that was why he was always getting himself into trouble. On his left index finger was a ring. It was small, and silver, with a tiny heart symbol embedded in the side. It was far too narrow for his finger, resting well above his second knuckle. It was a perfect match for the ring that rested around the base of her own index finger.

She toyed with the silly bracelet on her wrist. It was black, and studded with spikes that looked like they came from a ‘90’s high school movie about a skateboarder. Mal had laughed when he gave it to her - told her that she needed something to offset her ‘goody two–shoes style.’

The girl groaned in frustration. She wanted to be mad at him still. She really did. But she wasn’t. When the vice principal Mrs. Parangosky released them, Mal bolted for the door. Serin took her time, apologizing once more as she left. Parangosky just nodded with a subtle smirk on her lips. Mal was waiting for her in the hall.

“I really am sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

“You’re an idiot,” Serin answered. Then, she stood up on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

His smile was back in an instant, warm and dimpled and adorable. Serin tried to ignore the dizzy feeling she got staring at it. “I’m your idiot,” he answered.

She laughed, then pushed hard enough on his chest to knock him back a step. “I have work to do,” she said dismissively. “I need to finish the homecoming float. You don’t get to distract me anymore.” Then she turned and headed for the front entrance.

In a moment Mal was beside her, sliding his hand into hers. “I’ll come with you,” he said with a grin. 

Serin ducked her head to hide the blush on her cheeks and entwined her fingers with his.

---

Based on this post from @makowrites and @mrtobenamedlater

[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (13-14)

parts 13 & 14 of ?? | 766 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Steve settles into a rhythm. He’d figured out cooking years ago—because fast food is fine most of the time, but every once in a while he wants, like, lasagna or something. Now he’s learning to stretch how many meals he can get out of each grocery haul.

13.

Steve settles into a rhythm. He’d figured out cooking years ago—because fast food is fine most of the time, but every once in a while he wants, like, lasagna or something. Now he’s learning to stretch how many meals he can get out of each grocery haul.

He also collects recipes for casseroles and the ‘throw it all in a pot and simmer’ kind of soups. Dustin and Will’s moms are always willing to copy things out for him whenever he drops the kids off and asks about the inviting smells wafting from the kitchen. He’s pretty sure they think the recipes are for his mom to prepare, and he plays into that. When he asks questions, he tries to phrase them dumber than they need to be. Partly for Dustin’s entertainment (because the kid thrives on poking fun at him and this is an area he’s not particularly sensitive about), but often because he genuinely wants to know. One of these days, he will figure out how to julienne a carrot without cutting himself, just for the personal satisfaction of knowing that he can.

Occasionally, though, he catches Claudia Henderson giving him this look when she thinks he isn’t paying attention. Like she’s about three seconds away from asking questions he doesn’t want to answer. Or giving him a hug. Or bypassing all pretense and inviting him to stay for dinner.

Steve likes the pretense, though. It’s his shield, his plausible deniability, his I’m Fine. And maybe it’s bullshit, but . . . he is. Or he will be. He’s figuring it out, like an adult, and he’ll be okay. 

Claudia never actually breaches that shield, to his relief. Just adds a Tupperware container or three to his arms before letting him go on his way. So that’s fine.

14.

Whenever they hang out one on one now, Jeff teases the shit out of Eddie for liking Harrington. He'll admit that Hawkins High’s former king is objectively good looking, for a guy, but still argues that jocks are all show and no substance.

And Eddie agrees! They’re just peacocking around campus because this is where they’re at their peak and it’s all downhill from here. Evidence to the point: the former king in question works full time at a video rental store, didn’t even leave this shitty town for college like the rest of his asshole crowd, and 'babysits' high school freshman in his spare time.

He agrees. And yet there’s this simmering in his gut whenever he thinks about the way Harrington looked that first night, clear-eyed and sweat-damp from dancing. It carries through into any time he sees the guy, clinging to Eddie’s brain like an afterimage that refuses to fade, overlaid over the preppy polo and acid washed jeans. Being into Steve Harrington is a betrayal of everything Eddie Munson is and believes in, but tell that to his dick.

They talk about other stuff too. About working his ass off, trying his damnedest not to fail senior year a third time even though between a part time job and dealing the only bright spots in his life are Hellfire and his guitar.

About Wayne, and the things that Eddie has had to help him with while he’s been sick. Things as simple as getting to the bathroom, and it’s. . . . Eddie loves Frank and Gareth, but they sometimes don’t know when to shut up. They’d hear Eddie talk about helping his uncle wipe his ass or bathe, and try to sympathize with shit like, ‘Gross, man. That sucks.’ It is. It does. He already knows that.

Jeff lets him talk, even about the bad shit. Especially when the bad shit becomes more and more past tense, and the elation that Wayne is getting better can shine through.

And then there’s the blackmail thing. The part of all this that makes the rest of it simultaneously better and worse. Just being able to tell someone reduces the number of circles he goes in inside his own head sometimes. Yes, Jeff confirms, this whole scheme does kind of make him an opportunistic hypocrite. Yes, this is criminal activity, definitely living up to Al Munson’s legacy. Yes, it does have the potential to backfire in a bad way.

But Harrington can afford it, isn’t even fighting him on doing so, and. . . .

“It’s for Wayne,” Jeff says at one point, like he gets it, and Eddie takes the biggest hit he can in order to disguise the wetness welling up in his eyes as watering from coughing too much.

“Yeah,” he wheezes, wiping at his wet, too-warm face. “For Wayne.”

[runnning-outof-time]

Roadside Daisies | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie ‘s summer challenge

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Flowers play a big part in Tommy and (Y/N)’s relationship.

Warnings: none...just some good ol’ family fluff

Word Count: 1000

A/N: this challenge was so fun to participate in. My prompt was ‘wildflowers’ and I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

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The evening was winding down, but the couple sitting in the car was still buzzing. Tommy tried to keep his eyes on the road instead of (Y/N), but it was a challenge. He was still in awe of the fact that he’d actually got her to agree to a date with him.

“This is such a beautiful road. I’m glad you decided to take the long way home,” (Y/N) said, a smile on her face as she watched the rolling fields pass by.

“I knew you’d enjoy it,” Tommy answered before he decided to pull the car over and park.

“Tommy, what’re you...” (Y/N) wasn’t able to finish her sentence because Tommy had gotten out of the car and walked over to the opposite roadside. He was gone for a few moments before he came back to the car with something in his hands. “What’s this?” (Y/N) questioned as he held it out to her.

“Daisies...to remember the long way home,” he smiled at her, moving the handful of delicate wildflowers he’d picked in her direction.

“They’re lovely, Tommy, thank you,” (Y/N) swooned at the sweet gesture, happily accepting the flowers from him and holding them close to her chest. Tommy grinned, accepting the kiss to the cheek that she happily gave him before he continued on the drive to her home.

That night, (Y/N) made sure to tuck the handful of daisies between the pages of a book so that they’d be able to dry and be kept for years to come. She wanted to have something that would let her remember the night she knew she’d found the man to spend the rest of her life with.

-Seven Years Later-

The entire Shelby clan had finally had a day where they were all together and had nothing to do. There were no dance recitals, no football practices, and no business meetings. So (Y/N) suggested that they all go out and spend the day amongst the fields of wildflowers that had just bloomed.

Of course, getting the entire family out of the house was a feat in its own. The twins just had to be fighting about something, the toddler refused to go without making sure the entire toy chest was coming along, and, amidst the chaos, Tommy had slipped off to his office.

But soon enough, everyone was loaded into the car and they were off. After a few minutes of driving, they had pulled over on the roadside and walked in a bit to get to a clearing underneath a tree.

The two oldest kids immediately took off to run around the fields of colorful flowers, and the toddler — Oliver, although he tried to run with his older siblings, ultimately gave up and sat off with his toys just beyond the blanket that (Y/N) and Tommy were relaxing on.

“Isn’t this nice, Tommy?” (Y/N) questioned, a smile on her face as she rested her head against her husband’s shoulder.

“It is,” Tommy hummed in agreement, “let’s hope some time away from the office does me good.”

“It’ll always do you good,” (Y/N) assured him, lifting her head to smile at him. He couldn’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to her lips that was broken up pretty quickly by the sounds of their children approaching them.

“Mumma! Mumma! Look what I’ve picked you!” their boy announced as he came to a screeching halt, his twin sister right on his heels.

“What have you got?” (Y/N) asked with sheer excitement in her eyes. She always got like this when they’d come to her with something. Receiving little presents from her children always brought her joy.

“Flowers!” the five year old exclaimed, the widest smile on his face as he pulled his hand from behind his back to show her the small bouquet of wildflowers that were now drooping slightly from being roughed about.

“Oh wow, Max. That was very thoughtful of you to pick them for me,” (Y/N) smiled as she accepted them from the boy, holding them safe against her chest.

“I picked some for you, dad!” his sister then chimed in as she presented Tommy with a similar bouquet.

“Thank you, my love,” Tommy sent her a smile as he accepted them from her. (Y/N) felt tears forming in her eyes as she looked over to her husband. This was just too sweet. “Your mum loves flowers,” Tommy told his kids.

“Is that why I’m called Daisy?” their daughter asked, her ears perking up slightly.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “You’re called Daisy because your dad pulled his car over to pick me some on our very first date,” she told the little girl, her smile growing wider at the thought of the fond memory.

Daisy smiled widely at the new information before she and Max took off running again, this time allowing Oliver to join in with them. (Y/N) couldn’t help but glance over at Tommy once they were alone again. She smiled as she leaned in closer to him.

“I love you,” he breathed against her lips before closing the gap to kiss her.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) responded once they pulled away to sit closer to each other than before. Silence fell over them as they watched their children run about in the fields.

“How ‘bout we name this next one Poppy?” Tommy questioned then, his hand moving to rest against the swell of her stomach; she was five months pregnant with their fourth child.

(Y/N) sent him a straight-faced expression. “No,” she flat out said.

“Petunia?” he tried another name, a grin present on his face now.

As much as she tried, (Y/N) was unable to keep the smile from her face. “Tommy, stop,” she scolded him playfully before leaning in to kiss him again.

What a beautiful life...all created by some roadside daisies.

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[jawllines]

i need mechanicrryyyy

HERE YOU GO :D THIS WAS THE HALLOWEEN MECHANICRRY BLURB FROM PATREON!!

i.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just go as a mechanic.” 

“Because you are already a mechanic! That’s not very Halloween-y at all; plus, how would we do a couple’s costume if you were a mechanic, huh? What would I be then?” 

“A car?” 

It had been about four hours of discussion and pacing back and forth through the aisles of the pop-up Halloween store for both Y/N and Harry, but Y/N’s dreams of finding them a costume were seeming absolutely hopeless at this point. They’d had all month to prepare but Y/N had been so stressed about it, she’d procrastinated to the last second (which Harry had kindly reminded her about a week ago) and now she was 10x the amount of stress. It wasn’t like Harry had helped any though! He barely wanted to go to the damn party Adam was throwing so if Y/N wasn’t bringing up costumes and getting ready, then Harry sure wasn’t either. 

She’s surprised she could even get him to the Halloween store, honestly. It isn’t that Harry dislikes Halloween – he actually likes it very much – but he prefers the type of Halloween that involves staying inside, hiding from Trick-or-Treaters, watching horror movies, eating sweets, and cuddling on the couch. At least Harry had explained that this was his original plan for them before Adam sent out party invitations and Y/N said they should go. 

“I still don’t get why we need to go. I see him at work every day.” 

Y/N pouted her mouth, “Because he’s our friend and he seemed so excited,” she told him, “We won’t stay all night either, we’ll do a cute little 2-hour pop-in, turn around and come right back home and do all our cute stuff! I don’t feel like drinking tonight anyway.” 

Harry still didn’t seem all too convinced and Y/N thought that maybe he would refuse one more time but he eventually sighed. Like always, he grabs ahold of her wrist (she’d been standing in front of him on the couch) and tugs her so that she tumbles over the top of him. It takes a few disjointed squawks and confused sounds before Y/N figures herself out, and finds herself with thighs astride his own. His arms are wrapped loosely around her hips and he’s got his face pouted at her, matching what she’d been doing to him before, “You’re too sweet for your own good,” he murmured, “We’ll go, but when we come back home, I get to pick what movie we watch first.” 

“That sounds perfect,” Y/N smiled at him before leaning in and smearing their lips together for a second, “We still need to figure out what to wear though.” 

“I’ll be a witch with you or summat,” he answered, “I’ll let you put them gems on my face and whatnot.” 

They had been doing a lot of fun Halloween things throughout the month of October, most of which Harry had planned himself. He is more of a planner than Y/N had initially taken him to be – at first glance, he definitely seems more like a go-with-the-flow kind of guy, making plans the day of, and if they get to them they get to them but if they don’t then no sweat. It turned out that Y/N was more of that than he was because on the very first day of October Harry had presented her with a list of things he wanted to do. 

Or, well, he sent her a screenshot of a list in his notes app that he had created titled: Halloween Things for me and Y/N  which made her smile as she read it. There were cutesy things like pumpkin patches and carvings, making Halloween sweets, decorating both of their respective flats to fit the season, and getting Strudel in a Halloween costume for pictures (they bought her a little dress with bat wings that she looked too fucking cute in). Then there were more spooky things, like haunted houses and hayrides, watch horror movies, and a ghost tour that Niall goes to every year in an old castle. What had struck Y/N at the time, however, were a few things listed at the bottom but weren’t listed with words. Instead, there were asterisks and Y/N messaged him back (after hearting the screenshot) asking him what it meant. 

I want to fuck you in a mask

And have you dress up for me, still deciding what

I made the list at work so I didn’t want Adam to read over my shoulder all the different ways I’m planning on fucking you

Each day that they could do something Halloween-themed, they did it, and each day it was full of a lot of laughing, and a lot of Y/N nervous chatting (because that’s just what she does around Harry, it turns out, that nervous little flutters in her belly don’t go away no matter how many times they kiss and cuddle). Harry did eventually decide that he wanted her in a bunny costume, one he had picked out and appeared at her flat with one day. With a pair of lacy white ears and a white fluffy plug for her bum. He had her go get ready — Y/N had grabbed her collar to clip around her throat because she thought maybe he’d like that and she’d been right. 

Y/N had felt nervous and a little silly when she’d emerged from the bathroom but all her anxiety flew away once Harry took a look at her, “Jesus Christ,” he’d sighed, motioning for her to come over to him where he sat on the edge of the bed, looping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the silky white fabric covering her belly, “You g’na be my little fuck bunny, hm?” He spoke against her stomach, nosing at her, his hands sliding up her back, “I’m going to ruin you.” 

He hadn’t been lying – that night, by the end of it – Y/N was worn out, covered in spit and cum and absolutely breathless when he finally slid out of her spent hole, “Thank you, Bunny,” he nibbled at her mouth before he smeared a kiss against her lips, “Let’s clean you up.” 

Y/N also experienced her first haunted house with Harry; she’d narrowly avoided attending any in the past but Harry seemed adamant about going and Y/N liked making him happy. She didn’t mind it too much – the build-up of tension prior to going inside was worse than the actual haunt itself, and she found herself laughing, clutching onto Harry, and hiding against him when someone jumped out at them. But it was fun – Harry was smiling wide and Y/N was happy that she’d agreed to go with him. 

Their pumpkin carving day first started at the pumpkin patch, where Y/N taught Harry how to pick the perfect pumpkin for cutting into, that wasn’t too big but wasn’t too small. They got there pretty early on in the year so they had a decent batch to choose from and both left with mid-size pumpkins and a few jars of apple butter (Y/N mentioned she liked it on toast and Harry immediately sought out to buy it). That night they carved them at Y/N’s flat with Strudel, who got to try a little chunk of raw pumpkin to see how she liked it (she didn’t seem entirely sold on it because, after her taste, she didn’t bother them anymore). Y/N just tried a standard pumpkin face, with a big smile and heart eyes, while Harry worked very diligently and delicately on a cat face. They put them outside of the door (after Harry took a picture of them both and proudly posted them online) with little fake candles on the inside of them.

That was just a taste of all they did – really, they had done just a little bit of everything Halloween-like besides going to a party, so how Y/N saw it, they might as well. 

“Witches?” Y/N confirmed and Harry nodded, “Aw, cute! And Strudel can be our little familiar.” 

“She would be a good one,” Harry murmured thoughtfully.

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Harry was a little whiny the day of the party but they got dressed up around 6 PM after eating dinner, and as promised, he let Y/N stick pretty gems underneath his eye and wore a matching, big, wide-brimmed pointy hat with her that was decorated in lace and faux black fur. When they went to the Halloween store Y/N found a pretty black and purple dress (Harry had to help her lace up the back) with long batwing sleeves that she wishes she could figure out how to incorporate into her day-to-day life. Harry has a long black and purple hooded cloak with similar sleeves, so even without the matching hats and matching gems, they would have looked similar enough that people could tell they were together. 

“Without the hat though, I reckon you could pass for a vampire probably,” Y/N had told him, “Do you want to suck on my blood?” 

“I’ll suck on something of yours, yeah.” 

It is a fun little party; when they get there, the music is already thumping, and Y/N wonders if he’d warned his neighbors beforehand that things would probably be loud for a little while. Adam seems absolutely shocked when he opens up the door for them, “Holy shit,” he grinned wide, “How’d you convince this guy to get dressed up?  Are you really a witch, Pet?” 

“Nooo,” she replied, opening her arms to accept the hug Adam bends over to give her, “I just asked really sweetly.”

“Ah, well that’s the best way to get things done, isn’t it?” He turned to face Harry, smiling, “Looking good, Boss!”

“You’ve got us for 2 hours.” Harry replied plainly.

They mingle and chat; Y/N finds her way to Niall who is dressed like a scarecrow with a little brown patch painted on his cheek to make it look stitched there. “Would love to say I can’t believe you got Harry to come out but he’s so whipped for you it’s not much of a shocker.” 

It was nice and while at times it felt a little too loud, it wasn’t so obnoxious that Y/N couldn’t stand it. When they had first walked in Harry had been whisked away by some people at work who were just ecstatic to see their boss out and about in a witch hat and gems on his face. Eventually he made his way back to her when she was getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator, “Are you having fun?” He inquired, reaching around her to grab himself a redbull. 

Y/N nodded, “Yeah,” she told him, “Not as much fun as I’ll have tonight with you though.” 

It isn’t often that Y/N gets to see Harry’s cheeks go rosy but when she does, she always wants to paint a mural of it. 

Arguably, Y/N would say the best part about going out to a party is coming home. There was just something so gratifying about unlocking the front door, stepping into the welcoming warmth of her flat, and knowing that she could relax for the rest of the night. Take off her uncomfortable clothes, take a shower, wash her face and then either crawl onto her couch with a big fluffy blanket or into her bed, snuggled beneath the covers. Light a candle, snuggle with Strudel, and do whatever the hell she wanted until she finally fell asleep. 

With Harry, she likes it just the same, because now the option of cuddling Strudel and Harry is an option now.  They stayed for two hours and thirty minutes, and surprisingly enough it was Y/N who was pouting about wanting to go home and get comfortable first. They bid their goodbyes, Adam gave Harry a drunk kiss on the cheek, and sent them both on their way. Once they stripped out of their costumes and got into Halloween pajamas (they weren’t matching – instead, Y/N had vampire frog print and Harry had mummy cat print), Y/N queued up Scream (they had thought a slasher, ghost, slasher, ghost approach would keep the marathon viewing experience fresh) while Harry got their snacks ready (a big bowl of candy and about four different varieties of crisps). 

“Hurry!” Y/N called out to him from the living room, “I’m getting impatient and antsy.” 

“You’re always impatient and antsy,” He answered, appearing soon after with one hand on the bowl and the other gripping the different types of crisps, “I’m lucky if I can get you to wait five minutes for anything.” 

Harry set it all down on the coffee table, stepping around it to plop down on the couch next to her. He takes it upon himself to scoot closer to her, fanning out the woven throw over their laps and then another one over their shoulders. Y/N had never been more thankful for her couch to have an additional ottoman piece that rolls out from underneath the sofa to make a fake little bed. She’s also thankful for the pillows Harry had preemptively set up there for when they came back, so they were cocooned in a little nest of soft, warm, comfort. A candle was lit, sat on her entertainment center and making the room smell like pumpkin bread. 

Everything was so good – Y/N almost regrets going to the party first, because they could have just been doing this the whole time. Harry laces his limbs with hers, holding her close and humming low, “This is good,” it was almost like he’d read her mind, “I’ve been so excited for this part of the night.” 

Y/N presses impossibly closer. 

“Me too,” she agrees.  

[dcamato]

“Why…why can’t you love me? I’m telling you im leaving and you aren’t even fighting for me. Why am I not worth fighting for? Did you EVER love me?!” Steve chokes out through a river of tears falling down his cheeks. They’d gone to Indy for the weekend, some holiday shopping for the Party and everyone else and a chance to cut loose and have some fun for them. Eddie had been weird all day - when they went to the diner for lunch (the waiter crossed the line leaving his number there and Steve made sure to use the napkin before leaving it behind); when they were shopping, Eddie kept moving away from Steve no matter what Steve did to stay close. By the time they’d hit the bar, it was like being alone again. Steve didn’t know what he’d done but he tried to fix it. Bought Eddie a drink, kept trying to put his arm around him, asking him to dance…when Eddie got upset and actually pushed Steve away, he was done. He watched Eddie start talking to some dude (who looked quite a bit like Steve, btw).He walked back to the hotel, tears threatening every step. He tried to call Robs (no answer) and even thought about calling Nancy (add to this pain? Maybe not) when the door opens. “I’ll be gone in a few, dude, so you can bring your date back here.” Eddie is looking down, pain and shame fighting for first on his face. “Stevie…” “no, you can’t say that to me right now, no. Pretty clear now,thinking back on the day, you want nothing more to do with me. Don’t know what I did but fine, I’ll go.” “Steve, please just…” You’re free to do and see and fuck whoever you want since you obviously don’t want me.” “HARRINGTON!” Stop! Please…just give me a minute to talk. Please, baby…” “Why…why can’t you love me? I’m telling you im leaving and you aren’t even fighting for me. Why am I not worth fighting for? Did you EVER love me?!” Eddie can barely see through his own tears but he grabs Steve as they both crumple to the ground. The next few minutes are silent, punctuated with sobs, deep breaths and mumbled words of comfort. When he can finally breathe and he knows Steve is calm enough to listen and truly hear the words, Eddie starts talking - “you are worth more to me than I could ever give and that was my problem. I made it yours these last few days, actually, and you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve someone like me - doing nothing, going nowhere, with no future. You deserve the white knight, fighting dragons for you, going into battle for you. Coming back to you to sing your praises and offer their love. The best I can do is the last one - and I know that’s not enough. You deserve the world and all it has to offer, not some tiny corner of it that’s not much more than dirt. Since I knew I’d never be brave enough to leave you - I love you to damned much for that - I had to make you hate me enough to leave. Guess I am good at something at least. Just didn’t realize how…how soul deep the pain of you leaving would actually be. I don’t deserve you, even less now with what I’ve done but YOU don’t deserve to think it’s because your unloveable or not worthy of love. You are so insanely lovable and deserve to be loved by better than the likes of me…”. Eddie’s eyes shone, shed tears gripped tight to his lashes. He refused to hurt this beautiful man that he would love forever, not one more moment of pain would he cause him. His love for Steve simply wouldn’t allow it. Steve, for his part, was in turns confused, angry, hurt, awed and enamored. Every word spoken healed a crack in his heart; it made him understand how dumb they both were (yeah, Robs had said they needed to work on communication) and how much he needed to make Eddie understand right now - “Eds, sweetheart, you’re an idiot.” “HEY!…” “No, you are but so am I. We both want to give each other everything and we think the other one is going to leave to find it. Baby, to me, you ARE my knight,- you nearly died for a town that hated you, but you stay in the face of that and that is so, so brave; you defend my honor regularly with those shitheads when they get mouthy. You kill the spiders I can’t bring

[august-anon]

Girl's Night

For Tickletober Day 8: Truth

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Fandom: Critical Role

Ship(s): None!

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Beau, Ler!Molly and Ler!Jester

Word Count: 769 words

Summary: What would Truth or Dare be without a little Zone of Truth? A lot more chaotic, as Beau finds out -- but it is her fault for letting the spell run out.

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“Don’t you fucking dare!”

Molly grunted with effort as he tried to climb atop Beau’s waist. “If you hadn’t danced around the question for so long that the spell wore off, we wouldn’t need to test it, would we?”

“Yeah, Beau!” Jester whined, trying to get a grasp on Beau’s wildly swinging arms. “And that was totally my last spell slot today!”

Beau spat out a litany of curses as Jester caught a wrist – clearly her inebriation was catching up with her. “Why do we even need the stupid fucking Zone of Truth in the first place?”

“Because of liars like you and me, dear.”

“Yeah, Beau! You can’t just lie in Truth or Dare – that’s like, the whole point!”

“You’re ruining the sanctity of Girl’s Night!” Nott cried out, and Beau couldn’t even see Nott anymore from her vantage point of the ground, but Nott had quickly moved into third place on her List. Jester and Molly were currently tied for first and second.

Beau let out a frustrated roar as Molly and Jester finally trapped her. With all the booze in her system, she wasn’t coordinated to buck Molly off, and even sober she wouldn’t have been able to beat Jester’s strength. She shot a desperate look over toward her last hope.

“Aren’t you going to, I don’t know, help me?”

Yasha stared at the three of them impassively, squinting her eyes as though she was thinking very hard about the question. “No,” she said flatly, slowly bringing her ale up to her lips.

Beau gaped at her.

Molly clicked his tongue. “Looks like you’re all ours.”

“You’re fucking dead, Tealeaf.”

“If you had just told us the truth in the first place, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Who the fuck answers that question?”

Jester blinked down at her. “Uh, me. I’m, like, super duper ticklish. It’s so much fun! Right, Molly?”

Molly nodded, cracking his knuckles. “Oh, of course. I am too, loads of fun – both sides of it, really.”

Beau sputtered for a moment. “Yeah, well, you two don’t count!”

“I’m ticklish, too,” Yasha said. “I don’t love it like they do, but I don’t mind it.”

Beau gaped at her again. Yasha shrugged.

“See?” Molly said. “Not so hard.”

Jester gasped. “Maybe we just have to tickle her until she says that she is!”

“No!”

“Oh, I love the way you think, Jester.”

Before Beau could curse the two of them out again, tiefling claws were crawling up her sides and down her arms. She held off as long as she could, but soon enough Jester’s claws were in her armpits and Molly’s fingers were pinching at her waistline and she broke. She spat out curses and threats between the laughter that bubbled out, but judging by her friends fond smiles, she wasn’t making much progress.

And the worst part was – she didn’t hate it. She’d never admit it even under pain of death, but Beau didn’t necessarily hate her friends tickling her. Maybe it was the booze, or maybe it was the silly atmosphere they’d created to give Jester her first real “Girl’s Night,” but, well, it was actually kind of… fun. Dammit, now she had a new question to avoid under Zone of Truth at all costs – and knowing Jester, it would be asked. But maybe, if she waffled around and refused to answer again, she would get this again without having to ask for it.

But tough, stubborn reputation or not, Beau was fucking plastered and she didn’t have the stamina to handle an extended tiefling tickle attack. She gave them a few minutes to have their fun – and a mirth-filled few minutes it was, seeing as they’d found tickle spots Beau didn’t even know she had – but before long, she was giving into their demands.

“Fucking – okay! I’m fucking ticklish, alright? Cut it out!”

Jester pulled back immediately, her smile wide and beaming and bright enough that Beau had to look away. Molly took his damn sweet time, skittering his claws back towards his own body, poking a few sweet spots on his way for good measure. Beau laid there boneless as Jester released her wrists and Molly slowly crawled off her hips. 

“You know,” Yasha said, slicing through the silence as she took another slow sip of ale, “you should try his ribs.”

Beau’s eyes shot to Molly’s. He swallowed, bringing his hands up in a placating motion.

“Now, now – let’s not be hasty.”

Beau lunged, a dangerous smile on her face. “Your turn.”

Needless to say, they had several noise complaints by the end of the night.

[catb-fics]

Hmmm… there are so many reasons swirling in my head as to why we haven’t seen Van.

(You don’t have to publicly answer this on your feed. Want to keep the positive vibes!) here’s my thesis and it’s a long one:

1) First thing that comes to mind is maybe he’s not confident in his appearance/ looks different now? Possible reason using an 8 yr old photo for a billboard? This sounds stupid and is mostly likely not true but I have to wonder. But then again if you’re willing to headline festivals and do live gigs, you want to be seen by people to some extent.

2) He’s nervous to be asked about the split. There was so much speculation about what happened or if it was his fault. Maybe he’s guilty of something? Would hate to think that of him though :( His management can 100% tell interviewers what they can and can’t ask and I feel like they’d be willing to abide to their requests in order to get an interview with him for sure.

3) Maybe they had a bigger plan for the release with interviews etc, but somethings happened business wise or they couldn’t come to an agreement? The Radio play thing is odd!

I think he’s doing just fine mentally. Sardy is always posting about him so it seems like they are close and stay in touch. If he were actually down and out Sardy wouldn’t be posting jokes and they wouldn’t be releasing music.

I guess this last part is more of a rhetorical question rather than a reason. Is Van stubborn and refused do interviews and new photos? I work in marketing (not in music) but their campaign for this Single just doesn’t make sense. Take this example: if you are going to release a makeup product that’s been out of stock for years and market it has having a brand new formula and his in high demand, are you gonna use old images and not give any explanation as to what’s new and exciting about it? People are going to start asking questions…

I am also curious what 🌈 said that you agreed with. Are you able to vaguely tell us? I prefer being anon:)

-🌞🌼

Just gonna post this and got to run but I’d be interested to hear what other people think as well.

I really do think he’s in a good place at the moment I agree with that, Sardy’s posts are very jokey in nature and it feels like the Van and Sardy show but he’s doing all the front-facing stuff! Think they’re having fun with us though.

🌈 anon wasn’t about Van so nothing to report there! I’ll be back later xx