#yea I don't usually dress like this every day

[phoward89]

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Chapter 4:

In the time that Coryo's been taking care of you, which has been nearly 2 weeks now, you've discovered that he's an enigma. You just can't figure him out. On one hand he can be a right condescending bastard, but on the other hand he can also be very caring and attentive.

Some of his remarks cut deep. They even make you feel frustrated or useless sometimes. You hate feeling like that; you hate that his smug attitude has that effect on you.

But then he has his gentle moments, moments that make you feel cared for. The way he gently runs his calloused fingers down your back when checking its healing progress sends sparks up and down your spine. How he has you lay on top of his chest every night, to keep pressure off of the lashes on your back, while wrapping his arms around you has you swooning. His kisses can be soft and sweet or hungry and feral full of neediness and want, but every kiss you share makes you feel desired.

Yes, he's quite the enigma indeed.

“You think you're healed enough to go to the market with me?” Coryo asks, walking thru the door.

He went back to his peacekeeper duties a few days ago, but that hasn't stopped him from living with you. In fact, he sets an alarm to go off about an hour before wakeup call in order to sneak back into the barracks before dawn. Coryo always presses a kiss to your hair and tells you to go back to sleep before he goes.

You always groan and bury your nose in his pillow.

“Yes, I can go, but why didn't you just do it before coming here?” You reply, finding it a bit odd that he just didn't buy some groceries before returning home- like he usually did.

“Sejanus says that you need to get out and about; that fresh air and walks will be good for your healing.”

“Oh.”

“How bout you take a shower and I'll help you get dressed when you're done, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, rising from the table and heading to the bathroom.

At least Coryo's letting you shower by yourself now. For a while he was bathing you, afraid that you'd hurt your back if you were left to your own devices.

As Coriolanus rooted thru your clothes basket to find you something suitable to wear in the harsh winter weather, his encounter with Sejanus earlier played in his mind like an old movie rerun.

“How's your girl doing, Coryo?” Sejanus asked his friend as they patrolled the streets of the factory sector of the district.

“She's doing better. Her back’s healing, but she still can't put any pressure on it.” Coriolanus explained your condition to his friend. “I've started cutting down her doses of morphling; been giving it to her during the night and leaving her a bottle of aspirin for the day.”

“Has she been out and about yet?”

“No, Sejanus. She hasn't left our apartment.” He told the dark-haired peacekeeper, who in return shook his head at Coriolanus. “What?” Shot out of Coriolanus' mouth faster than a shooting star. “She's been hurt; she lost her coat during the whipping incident, plus I had to start patrol work again. Why would she be out and about?”

“You can't keep her locked up in her apartment, Coryo. She needs fresh air and some exercise to help her healing.” Sejanus explained, hoping that the platinum blonde would see reason.

But, of course, he didn't see reason.

“She knows how to open the window, if she wants fresh air that bad. And she's been walking around the apartment, it's not like I'm a monster that's got her tied up to the bedpost or something.”

“Did you forget that I've been inside of her apartment? She doesn't have a bedpost, her mattress is on the floor with a tiny wooden table next to it.”

“Stop calling it her apartment, I live there too.” Barked out Coriolanus. Pointing at Sejanus, he added in, “And don't worry about our bed. That's my bed with my darling rose, you hear me?”

“Yea, I hear you.” Sejanus heavily sighed. “Look, if she needs a coat and ya’ll are struggling to buy one I can always have Ma send Y/N one in the mail.” The kind hearted peacekeeper offered, hoping that a new coat would help with you being able to leave your apartment. An apartment that Coriolanus insisted was his now too. “As a Christmas present.” Sejanus quickly added in, reminding Coryo that the winter holiday was in a week.

“Yea, Ma can send my girl a coat for Yule.” Coriolanus nodded.

Sejanus smiled, happy that his friend was letting him do something nice for you. If only he could convince Coryo to let you off of your house arrest…

“Coryo, Y/N needs to spend some time with you outside of your apartment. Even just a few minutes will be good for her healing.”

“The last time she went out she got whipped so badly that I had to stitch up half of her back. So, excuse me, Sej, for just wanting to keep her safe; away from people gawking at her because of what happened.”

“She can't stay locked up in that apartment, spending her days in nightgowns waiting for you to come home every night all because you're scared of her getting hurt again; of not being able to protect her- again.” Sejanus told his best friend, trying to get it into the platinum blonde’s thick skull that you needed to see more than the inside of the same 4 walls day after day. “What happened shouldn't have, but it did, Coryo. It did and you've been caring for her better than a nurse could; now it's time to aid in her healing by letting her walk around town for a bit.”

Coriolanus bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head. Sejanus has a point, but he doesn't want to admit it. The district born boy's right, what happened to you shouldn't have happened, but it did because Coryo turned you in. Turned you in without the apple as evidence.

He truly didn't know how harsh your punishment was going to be. He thought a quick flogging, maybe no more then 2 or 3 lashes. But he didn't know that you'd be stripped naked in the snow and whipped repeatedly until you fell down from the pain. God, you had about a dozen lashes on your back and half of them were so deep that you'll have scars. Honestly, Coriolanus felt guilty when he watched you get whipped; felt remorseful and regretted his actions.

But he'd never let himself admit it. No, he keeps rationalizing his actions as the right thing. That you stole, that I'd you didn't steal then he wouldn't have turned you in. That he needed to look good in his superiors eyes, that turning you in got him one step closer to the Capitol.

To home.

But now his plans have slightly altered. Now he has you and he's bringing you home with him.

“Coryo, if you really want to protect her, then maybe you should sign up to take that elite officer's exam. Nobody messes with an officer's girl.” Sejanus told the tall blonde, pulling him out of his mental musings.

“Elite Officer's exam?” Coriolanus parroted, sounding stunned.

“Yea.” Sejanus nodded. “I thought you knew about it.” Apparently nobody told Coriolanus about the exam, but considering he's been trading work days with people to be able to spend so much time tending to you, it's not hard to figure out why nobody told him.

“There's a test in a week or so for an Elite Officer's commission. It's for Naval and Air Force tho, so you'll be shipped out of 8.”

“Thank you for telling me. I'll have to sign up before going home.” Coriolanus gratefully told Sejanus.

Yes, since he's in a good mood he'll take you to the market once he gets off work. You should have a sweater to wear; if not then you can borrow his. God knows he's moved his shit into your place; has the bag nestled right next to your wicker basket at the foot of your bed.

And while on your walk to the market he'll tell you the great news about the Elite Officer's exam he's signing up for.

Once you were finished with your shower, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the main room of your apartment wrapped in a towel. You saw that Coryo had laid out your blue floral dress and orange-russet sweater. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, clutching some kind of orange material in his hand.

Hearing your feet pitter patter across the one-room apartment, he looked up at you and asked, “Do you need any help getting dressed, baby?”

Coryo still asks you that, every time you bathe and need to change, even tho you're able to dress yourself now. You guess he just likes to feel needed; offers to help cause of it.

“No, I'm fine, Coryo.” You told him, coming to a stop at the bed. “But thank you for your offer.” You added in, picking up the cotton panties he laid out for you.

Coryo waggled his brows and lowly whistled, “Can't wait til your back’s fully healed so I can fuck you, baby.”, as you took off your towel and pulled on your panties.

Yea…

You knew he'd want to do that as soon as you got better.

There's just one catch tho.

“I've never been with anyone before, Coryo. You’ll prolly be disappointed with my lack of experience.” You told him, grabbing your dress and pulling it on.

Before you could reach for your sweater, Coryo took your hand in his and tugged you until you fell onto his lap. “Darling, don't say that.” He cooed. “I’m proud to be the only man to ever touch you; your innocence will never disappoint me.” He assured you with a soft smile. “Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

To Coriolanus, you being innocent when it came to sex fueled his ego. Made him feel powerful. Yes, he enjoyed having power over you. Sex was another way to wield that power. Plus thought of being the only man to have you makes him feral with primal, possessive instincts.

You're his, all his!

Pecking you on the lips, he says, “Put your sweater on, little dove. I have something to give you that'll go perfect with it.”

You wondered what he had to give you. Silently, you nod and reach over to grab your sweater. You put it on while still sitting on Coryo's lap.

“This was my mother's; I'd like you to have it, Y/N.” Coryo told you, smiling brightly while handing you the orange bunch of silky material.

“Oh Coryo…” You gasped, taking the offered token from him. Inspecting the bright orange material, you quickly figured out that it was a large scarf or a shawl. “It's so pretty.” You mused, still in disbelief about receiving a gift of such fine quality. “Are you sure you want me to have it?. It belonged to your mom.” You ask, feeling a bit guilty about accepting the scarf. It belonged to his mom and from the look in his eyes, well, you know that she's gone.

“My mom would've loved you, baby. Please, accept my gift as a token of my affection, darling.” Coriolanus said, taking the scarf from your hands and wrapping it around your neck.

“Okay.” You relented.

Guiding you off of his lap and onto the bed, he told you, “Put on your knee highs; I'll get your boots.”

He picked your stockings up from the bed and handed them to you before going over to where your boots were at. As you pulled on your stockings, he brought you over the boots. Taking them from him, you slid them on.

Once you’re ready, Coryo gives you a closed lip smile and leads you out the door. He’s happy to be going to the market with you. You on the other hand…Well…You're nervous about people seeing you with a peacekeeper.

You and Coryo are walking along the urban streets of District 8, the cold winds chilling the both of you right down to the bone. You’re glued to his side with his arm wrapped protectively around your back. His large hand resting gently on it.

If he wasn't a peacekeeper from the Capitol, people might think that you make a cute couple. But, since he's a peacekeeper and you're a transfer, well…the residents of 8 turn their noses up at you in disgust. Coryo didn't seem to notice tho.

No, he was too caught up in his own upturn of luck to care what the locals thought of him with you. Their opinions didn't matter. They're just dirty dogs, scumbags, and rat bastards in his opinion. And soon Coriolanus will be an Elite Officer in either the Naval or the Air Force division of the Peacekeepers; he'll be getting the two of you out of the shithole you're stuck in and around civilized people.

“Y/N, I got some good news for you.” Coryo announces with excitement in his baritone, grinning from ear to ear; looking a bit like a homicidal maniac from Dateline.

“What is it?” You curiously ask. You two live in a wintery wasteland that's a smog and sweatshop hell. You're also a very unconventional couple, so you can't imagine what his good news is. Seriously, does anything good actually happen in 8?

“I signed up to take an Elite Officer's exam; when I pass we'll be able to leave 8; go to a nicer district or even the Capitol.” Coryo announced, his icy blue eyes gleaming, as his tone was filled with pride.

Hearing that the platinum blonde peacekeeper could possibly get you out of District 8 by becoming an Elite Officer gave you hope that maybe your luck wasn't shitty after all. You'd love to be able to go to a nicer district, like 1 or 2. And the possibility of going to the Capitol.

You…

Wow, it sounded wonderful. Perhaps too good to be true. But one things for certain, you wondered, “What's the difference between an Elite Officer and an Officer, Coryo?”

“An Elite Officer serves in one of the specialty forces- Naval or Air Force, while an Officer serves boots on the ground.” Coriolanus explained as the entrance to the marketplace came into view.

Looking up at him, you ask, “So you really think you can pass your exam; get us out of here?’

“My darling, I know that I'll pass and get us out.” Coryo confidently told you as the two of you walked into the marketplace. “Don't worry, I'll take care of you.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

As Coryo led you over to a produce cart, you could feel stares burning a hole into your back. You know that they're judging you because you're with a peacekeeper. Especially after what happened a couple of weeks back.

You're most likely a pariah now because you're with Coryo. But it’s not like you got into a relationship with him because you wanted to. You had to, because of your back injury. But that doesn't matter because to the citizens of District 8 you’re Peacekeeper's kept woman.

At least you won't be here much longer, since Coryo's slated to take his exam next week and he's positive that he'll pass. That he'll become an Elite Officer and be able to get the both of you out of the textile district of Panem.

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[strawberrykisseslia]

Vanessa Shelly x F! reader

this was slightly inspired by White dress by Lana Del Rey :) not really the story of the song but the vibe(?) so yea! :D

TW: none; fluff, first love thing, harmless flirting, slight angst with alternative ending, waitress reader

A/N: this is my first work that I actually post so please be kind 😭 i already wrote ffs before but never posted them; English is not my first language so, sorry if I make any grammar mistakes, i dont bother to correct them+ im dyslexic but I'll try my best <3

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Thank you and have a pleasant reading time!

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As always you were working in your favorite diner as a waitress. It was a pretty calm job so you liked it, not the night shifts though, because it was open 24/0.

In the few past months you noticed that a woman always came every morning and always on the same exact time. You never really talked to her more than taking her order, you were too busy. The woman was a police officer so she was also almost always in a hurry.

Today was different. It was pouring rain outside and there weren't many people in. However, your favorite costumer came though. She was wearing her raincoat and the hood was on her. When she came in she took off the hood and gave you a small smile. "The usual?" Your voice broke the silence. She slightly chuckled and nodded while leaning against the counter. "I think you already memorized it well, no?" You turned around and started to make her coffee. A soft chuckle left your lips. "How couldn't I?" She smiled before crossing her arms. You turned your head back and smiled at her. She extremely gorgeous and attractive, how didn't you notice this before? You did now.

Silence filled the almost empty diner, the only sound was the coffee machine. "I'm Vanessa Shelly, by the way. How about you?" Her voice was also soothing. You turned back and faced her while placing down the coffee, sugar and milk down on the counter before you and her. "Y/N L/N." You looked down and started putting the milk and sugar into the coffee. "I like the sounding of your name. How old are you? You seem pretty young." She tilted her head to the side while looking up and down at you. She noticed that your uniform were different from the other waitress's. Yours were white, it suited you just well. You were beautiful even in your uniform.

"I'm 19." You smiled and slided the coffee towards her and you put away the ingredients. She took a sip of her coffee. "Then I was right. You are still pretty young." You nodded, your sweet smile never leaving your face. "Can I ask how old you are?" You were slightly scared by asking her. She sounded more older than you. "I'm already 30." She chuckled and put the coffee down. You were slightly surprised by her age since she looked a lot younger. You would have guessed she is in her early 20s like you. "You don't seem like in a hurry like the other days." You mentioned. She looked at you pretty confusedly. "You noticed?" She smiled. "Today is a bit more chilling than the others. I only have some job to do during afternoon." You were slightly surprised by that but you were also happy that you at least got the chance to talk with her.

After the little chat you had with her, you had to go back to the other customers because finally people came in so it wasn't all empty anymore. Some time later you notice Vanessa wasn't there anymore. You sighed, feeling down because you didn't have the chance to say bye to her. You hoped she comes tomorrow like always.

~~~

"Baby! Look what I've found!" Your voice filled the house. You were in front of your closet. In your hand there was your old white dress that you wear when you first had your conversation with Vanessa. It was nostalgic to see it again after years of it being at the closets darkest corner.

Vanessa came up to you to your shared bedroom with a small smile. She walked up to your side and noticed the dress in your hand. A wave of nostalgia went through her and a bigger smile went on her lips. "Oh my god! Is that the dress you were working in when we first met? It's been so long since I last seen it!" She laughed lightly. You nodded and smiled. "It's been a while... Should I try it on some time?" You turned around and put the dress down on the bed. Looking down at it, it was still in good conditions, you only needed to wash and it would be better than ever. "I would love to see it on you again." Her voice was filled with nothing other than love. She put her arm around your waist and kissed your forehead. "I love you." You giggled and turned to face her. You put your arms around her neck and gently stroked her hair that was down. Her beautiful green eyes looking into yours and that loving and that gorgeous smile you fell in love with was smiling at you. "I love you too. More than anything."

I only mention it cause it was such a scene and I felt seen.

~ALTERNATIVE ENDING:

"Baby! Look what I've found!" Your voice filled the house. You were in front of your closet. In your hand there was your old white dress that you wear when you first had your conversation with Vanessa. It was nostalgic to see it again after years of it being at the closets darkest corner.

Your girlfriend came in with curiosity to your shared bedroom. "What is it?" She asked. Her voice was much different from Vanessa's. It was a lot harsher but of course, you loved your girlfriend so much but somehow... you still remember to Vanessa's voice and always fantasize about it.

You smiled at her. "Looked what I've found..." You repeated yourself and turned to face her. She came closer to you. "Oh! Was that your old uniform?" She smiled. "It must nostalgic to see it again. Probably it holds many dear memories to you, no?" You nodded and looked down at the dress in your hand.

"Truly. Many dear memories."

'I only mention it cause it was such a scene and I felt seen.'

[ittostan]

"It Was A Little Mistake"

Part 2 of: “It Was A Little Mistake”

Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst-fluff, Happy couple, kind of OOC Eddie, terrible writing 

Word Count: 1,796 words 9,298 characters

Summary/Request: Bro I loved You're story “it was a little mistake” I was wondering if you could do a second version where Eddie keeps sending the reader letters and letters until the reader finally decides to go the the hellfire club but this is just request if you don't like it you can just ignore it have a nice day or night btw I was literally love you're story's 💕

Eddie was a mess. You saw it. So did everyone else. His hair was much messier, he had eyebags, and dark ones at that, and his style was all over the place too. He usually wears his Hellfire Club shirt with a leather or jean jacket along with ripped jeans or jeans with chains. You loved his style! You loved how outgoing he was sometimes, but once you tried to dress how you liked and were told you looked like a tornado had happened around you, so you stuck to ordinary clothing people saw you in. Eddie was the only person who let you actually be yourself around him and wouldn't call you weird or give you uncomfortable looks. In fact, he matched your energy.

It was Monday and you had just gotten to the school, making your way to your locker, though your eyes were scanning every inch around you for Eddie Munson. Yea, you hated him and never wanted to speak a word to him, but what? You could care about him. You let out a sigh, not seeing him anywhere or his van anywhere outside. You unlocked your locker and opened it to see a letter fall to your feet. A while ago you received a shit ton of letters like you could fill a show box with them, but then they stopped. Now they’re back and it made you feel your cheeks heating up. At first, confusion ran through your body as you leaned down to pick it up and looked at the envelope to see no name or anything. You grabbed whatever book you needed, putting all your other things away and the envelope into your pocket. You walked to your class, dropped your belongings, and sat in the back row.

Getting bored of listening to math, you reached into your back pocket, got the envelope out and brought it in front of you. After a few seconds, you hesitantly opened it, quietly and slowly. You take out the paper from inside, pull it out, unfold it, and see... messy writing. You could barely read (I refuse to believe Eddie Munson would have neat handwriting). ‘I'm sorry [your name]. I really am. I wish I could take everything back. I swear :( come to Hellfire tonight and I'll make it up to you. I just want to see you. Please’ were the words that you read. Eddie didn't sign it, but you knew it was from him. You wanted to smile at the fact he hadn't given up trying to get you back since it made your heart flutter, but the thing was you were still mad at him and he was just a few seats away from you. You slowly turned your head to his seat to see him staring at you, but once you two made eye contact, he looked away, trying to act natural. You let out a sigh and crumbled up the paper, looked at the trash can in the back of the class, and tossed the paper into it (giving very much basketball pro)

You couldn't see the sadness on Eddie's face. But seeing the paper being thrown into the trash can broke his heart. Shattered. His heart shattered into a million pieces. He turned away, so you didn't see his hurt face filled with regret that he even tried to make it up to you. It's almost been a year. Why was he still trying? The sound of the bell ringing could be heard around the school. Students got up and left, as well as you and Eddie did, going your own ways.

Neither of you tried to talk to the other or even look at the other... or that’s what you each thought. Eddie had been stealing little glances at you and you did the same, but you thought the other never looked at the other (because you guys are stupid/j).

Eddie couldn't stand you not being by his side. Whenever he was driving home, he imagined you were sitting in the passenger seat, humming along to the music playing on the radio. If you were wondering, he did skip the 7th and 8th periods. But he left you a little something.

After many classes and what felt like an eternity, school ended and you started walking to your car to see another note. "What the hell, Munson?" you mumbled under your breath, then took the paper out of the windshield wipers and unfolded it, reading it to just see

‘HELLFIRE CLUB MEETING

4:00 PM

P.S: Please come.’

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not laughing at it but laughing from wondering how many letters he was going to give you.

You shoved the paper into your pocket and got into your car, putting the key in and turning the car on, reaching into your glove box to pull out a cassette and put it in to play, White Room by Cream. You drove off school property as the music filled your ears and your elbow out the window that was blowing air into the car and messing up your hair. You tapped the wheel to the beat and opened your mouth to sing a bit of the lyrics.

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines.

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

You said no strings could secure you at the station. "

You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes on the road.

As I walked out, I felt my own need, just beginning.

After playing the song two times, you slowed down to park in your driveway and grab your things from the passenger seat, getting out the keys before getting out. You walked into your house and saw that your parent(s) were nowhere to be found, so you went to your room, threw your belongings on the floor, and then heard your phone ring. You walked over to your bed and sat down. You picked the phone up and brought it to your ear. "[last name] residence," he said as he messed with the cord. It was Mike Wheeler? ‘[first and last name?]', the freshman's voice said, "Uhm..yeah." You responded, hearing him sigh in relief, "Thank god you answered! Look, you need to forgive Eddie because he’s completely out of it. Like, it's so bad he gave us a sort of peek of the campaign and even worse is that it sounds nothing like how Eddie would do it! " Mike basically yelled, making you pull the phone away from your ear a bit.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I can't just forgive him like he did nothing."

“Well, fix him or something! He needs fixing!" He yelled one last time before hanging up.

"Geez, when did he become an asshole?" you asked yourself, putting your phone back then laying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, thinking about what he had said. Was Eddie really that torn over everything? I mean, you were the one who had gotten heartbroken, the one who was shit talked about. You were the one who should've been sad and completely weird! You wondered why Eddie cared so much. He didn't like you. He said so himself! Eddie liked people who gave him space. Is that why he won't get away from you? 

You didn't go to hellfire that night, but Eddie tried again the next week, and the next, and the next, and the one after that, then the next after the next, and the other after that. So on and so on till you gave up and threw away all the letters, grabbing your coat, cruising under your breath, wanting to choke Eddie for so many letters. You didn't hate him 100% but didn't fully love how he was flooding your locker and had people staring at every envelope that fell out when you opened it. You went to Hawkins High and burst through the doors to rush to the hellfire room, kicking the door open, "Eddie. I swear to fucking God if I get one more letter I will-" You got interrupted by the fact that the club wasn't there. Only Eddie and a table with a cloth on it full of roses and takeout food. "Henderson saw you kind of mad at the letters today, so I thought you’d come..and I was right." he chuckled

"What is all this?"

"Our date"

"Our what?"

"Date! To make up for your 20 dollars and to make up for being an asshole "

Your stomach was filled with butterflies flying all around, making you feel happy, your cheeks were heating up; and you were getting nervous. Did he really want this or was it just a joke? He went to the seat you were closer to and pulled it out. "Do you want to have this date?" he asked, making you freeze up. Your mouth moved faster than your mind, blurting out a "yes" and moving to the chair to sit down with Eddie pushing it in for you to hear a small thank you. He sat down in his own chair. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am [your name]. I didn't mean anything I said. I swear it just came out like word vomit and I didn't want it to come out because none of it was true and I didn't want to say any of it! " He said, as you had already started eating your food. You didn't want to forgive him, but now that you think about it, everything he did in almost a year did make up for it..sort of. He gave you 215 letters asking for forgiveness and gave you a few gifts. "I forgive you," you said with a slight smile. You swear you felt better after forgiving him.

The two of you talked happily for almost four hours about how you were during the time you guys didn't talk and how much you missed each other, and after your date, you two left the school and you finally realized. You walked here. Ran. You asked Eddie for a ride, and he laughed at the fact that you were so mad. You ran all the way here, then the two of you got into his van and he drove you home. You leaned over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "You are the most romantic guy I've ever met, Eddie Munson," you said, with your lips against his cheek. He put his hand on your cheek when you pulled away and pulled you into a passionate, sweet kiss. You didn't waste a second kissing back. Was he wearing strawberry chapstick? You pulled away with a smile.

"Goodnight [your name]."

"Goodnight Edward Munson"

Authors Note: THANK YOU GUYS FOR SO MANY FOLLOWERS AND REBLOGS AND EVERYTHING!!!!

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[scintillyyy]

the firefighter show, episodes 3-5

okay the bouncy house thing is in fact one of my greatest fears <3

also, i'm pretty sure "repelling down a cliff" is not standard training and probably should not be handled by probie!buck. these things are usually done by special teams (eg, hazmat, water rescue, car seat), who are a select group of people who get trained on special rescue procedures (or other things) and are often not all at the same firehouse. is everyone on the 118 on every single special team? man, their salaries must be insane with all the extra team money they get.

hydrocodone? did anyone not give narcan as soon as they saw the pill bottle? that would have cleared things right up. actually, the cop should have immediately given narcan once she saw it was hydrocodone. cops do that all the time.

oh they're playing video games on shift? must be a holiday. because, you know, they're really not supposed to be doing stuff like that during shift. they have a lot of actual work they need to do during the day. like training. maintenance. cleaning. cooking. (this is actually a pet peeve of mine because while i understand the scene is supposed to be cute bonding, there's already a large contigent of people who think that firefighters sit around all day doing nothing and just waiting for calls and then complain because firefighters are paid by tax dollars. we don't need to feed into the they slack off when they're not on a call narrative, okay?? so many people think they do jack-shit during the day. for example at my husband's work, they're busy all morning with various firehouse tasks or training or education or other important things, like going to make sure that businesses are up to fire code. they get a two hour quiet time after lunch, and can technically do what they want but the idea is they probably want to get a nap in in case they're up all night. more firehouse tasks until dinner/clean up ajd then i think it's lights out/quiet time around 8pm--again, some free time to do quiet activities until bed. and then sleep/go on calls. my husband has brought his gaming laptop to work on rare occasion to play during quiet time but this is rare occasion, and he's far more likely to do it on holiday schedule when they don't have to perform near as many tasks) (see also, people complain about what firefighters buy for their meals at the grocery store everyday because "why should my tax dollars pay for them to eat that", totally ignorant to the fact that aside from communal condiments and stuff ffs put in their own money every morning to buy food for meals that day).

why isn't chim dressed in uniform. that's also kind of required. wait, did chim show up on an off shift day to talk to them? (that's not a thing that happens ever lmao). or did he just leave during shift after yelling at his officer???? write up write up write up.

wait, are they in fire gear for a medic call???????? whyyyyyyyyy you never wear that stuff unless you're at an actual fire. 1) it sucks and it's full of carcinogens. 2) it's heavy as hell 3) there's no point, you don't need fire gear on a medic call. (ps, buck's fire gear is missing his neon probation sign)

"smartest emt" please do not refer to a paramedic as an emt ever again bobby. they will get offended.

"our job ends here at these doors", no bro, you do you still have to write your report at the hospital, sooooo....you still technically have a job to do. get going.

"just got off the phone with the surgeon" (and got extensive details about my subordinates medical status), sir, that's a hipaa violation, majorly so. the most the medics will get are "did the person we transported survive or not".

sorry, but i'm pretty sure i just saw buck doing the more ineffectual chest compressions ever.

yea a ff/pm is not allowed to attack a bystander (as much as they may want to sometimes). that's a write up hen. honestly i bet this fire station has the worst google reviews in the world tbh. one star: "i'd give them zero if i could!!! one of them attacked me!!!"

also, you never pick up a personal call on the job buck lmao. i actually know this from personal experience. (because everytime something goes wrong with the house and i need to get in touch with my husband he rejects the calls until he can call me back lmao) (these aren't super need him immediately emergencies btw, i think one had to do with the power/circuit breaker and i had no idea wtf i was doing and i needed to actually talk to him not just through text) (actually i think the only time he would have ever actually picked up a call from me during a call would have been when i was close to my due date. and even then, it probably could have waited 15 minutes for them to be done) (also if it was a true emergency, you call the firehouse and get a hold of their superior by calling their station or the main station if everyone at the station is out and then someone will get a hold of them)

okay, so they dress in full gear for a medical call, but they wear their class bs to a plane crash in the water? where's their water rescue gear? what is happening.

i have....thoughts on how this show conceptualizes the idea of the fire family versus what it actually is and why. and it has a lot to do with the lack of union presence in this show. but i will need to watch more to conceptualize my thoughts fully on this. but i will say this (and will repeat it): the fire fam is more than just one insulated station. you know who's actually really, really important? the people you went to academy with. my husband's got a friend from academy and they've actually never worked together since then, but they're still closer than half the people my husband has worked with. and if my husband ever ended up in the hospital, he'd be the first one to visit. all i'm saying, bobby, is that chim's academy buddies would like to have words with you about chim's family.

oh good, we're at the part where this show ended right away because bobby never would have been hired on another fire department ever again. listen, drugs and killing 148 people and most likely never being able to pass a psychological exam to continue doing this job, he supposedly was born in 1968, which would have made him 46 at the time of the fire. and while i did look up lafd's candidate requirements and there's apparently no upper age limit apparently (aside from common sense because you should not start an extremely hard physical job at 50 when you have to put in 30 years for the pension), there's probably several reasons why a 46 year old with a history of a debilitating back injury and drug/alcohol abuse would not end up being hired on at the lafd. and make no mistake, bobby would have to apply to work there. you don't get transferred from state to state, especially onto a big city department like that.

that being said, i will give them that addiction is a problem within the job due to the stress of the things they see and how physically stressful it is on the body. it probably varies by department, but here's how they handle it. here, you get one. one chance, one time you show up to work drunk or high and you are allowed to say "i have a problem" and the department will help you get helped. if it happens ever again, you're gone. do not pass go. do not collect $200. you're done. maybe you can try to get on a contract department or volunteer department instead.

[haileymunson]

why me?

eddie munson x reader

*WARNING: nsfw, drug use, and slight mean arguments, i really appreciate the support and feedback y'all give me. i love you all <3

Y/N's POV

I smiled as I walked to my locker, seeing my boyfriend of almost a year leaning on it. Smiling as he saw me, he kissed my forehead as I got my backpack from my locker and put it on my back, getting my things before the last period of the day.

I shut my locker and grabbed Eddie’s hand, walking to class.

"So you're coming over tonight right? I got paid yesterday so we could smoke and eat shit tons of food while watching scary movies if you're down."

I smirked and kissed his cheek, "You already know I'm down Eddie, have I ever denied a blunt?"

He laughed and nodded his head, "You really never have. You'll be at home and call me to pick you up and smoke every week."

We both laughed at his words as we walked to class together, getting the same stares we get everyday.

People love to stare at us often, why you may ask? First our height difference, 5'2 and 6'0, and our appearance. I kept up with myself, my long curly hair down to my back, right above my bum. I always dressed comfortable and nice, everyday a simple bands shirt, jeans, my chucks and one of Eddie’s hoodies or a nice dress and a cardigan. I enjoyed Eddie expressing himself, but the final reason people loved to hate on us, I was the semi-popular, smart, and wealthy black girl of Hawkins High. He was a white, trailer park, D&D, nerdy, and adorable dork of Hawkins. Personally, I didn't have an issue dating a guy like Eddie. I thought nothing of it, and neither did my parents. In fact, my family loved having Eddie around. They'd baby him more than me. My siblings, Erica and Lucas, were a bit hesitant to us dating, but once they saw how happy I was with him, they supported us. My friends liked him, and enjoyed his company, and so did his around me. The thing is, however, they understood our relationship. The annoying, nosy kids at our school didn't. They made fun of me for dating the freak and made fun of Eddie for "trying to bag a black girl." I knew it had started to bother him, especially in a small town that loved to talk. Being one of the few black high schoolers at Hawkins was not easy. Eventually we had a talk about it, and he let out his frustrations.

That was the night he took my virginity. Damn I'll never forget that night. Not to be thirsty or anything, but for a 20 year old white boy he is packed.

Finally walking into the classroom, we went straight to the back and Eddie pulled out his portable cassette player, playing Black Sabbath’s album Paranoid.

"Eddie you know you’ve played this tape a million times this week. Can we put on something that we haven’t listened to yet? Like Whitney or Michael?"

He laughed at my words, "C'mon Y/N. Let's listen an album I want to watch since I have to sit through all of your pop tapes."

I rolled my eyes, "Hey, my pop tapes are enjoyable, and they're classics!"

"Yea yea whatever you say Y/N. Come 'ere." He said reaching out his arms. I went in them as I sat in his lap, caving in and listening to the album with him.

They called roll as usual, and once the teacher was done, the entire class went about their business. Doing their homework, talking to friends, sleeping, just about anything.

As I sat on Eddie’s lap, I felt him shift under me, then something poking my ass. My eyes widened as I realized he had a boner, and I don't know how the fuck he was going to get himself out of this one.

I looked behind him to see him holding my waist, adjusting under to cover his boner.

"Eddie do you have a boner?" I whispered.

"Ummm maybe?" He said as he nervously chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, "Well what are you going to do about it? I'm not fucking you in a public restroom."

I turned around to face him as he smirked, "Well maybe we don't have to princess."

I blushed, "What are you talking about?"

He whispered in my ear, "My van’s out front. It's only the middle of the day and they'll think we'll be leaving to the restroom or something."

I felt weird about this. I mean, don't get me wrong. I was sort of in the mood too, but fucking in his van in the front of the school.

I caved in and agreed.

He put his tape player in his black tin lunch case, "Even though the teacher isn't paying attention and doesn't give a shit, we have to be careful. I can't walk around the school with a huge boner, so you'll have to walk in front of me and stay close. Once we get out of the school and to the car, I'll pull next to a big truck or something. We'll be 10 minutes and it'll be like we never left. Trust me."

For the fact that he had an entire plan to have a quickie surprised me, "Damn Eddie, have you been planning this for weeks?" I said while laughing.

He smirked, "I knew one day it'd happen. I've never not thought about have a quickie with you during school." He sent me a wink as he got ready to leave.

"It's the middle of the day and you can't even keep your dick in your pants."

He laughed as we stood up and walked out of the classroom, the teacher and students not giving a shit what we were doing or where we were going.

As we carefully and quickly walked through the hallways trying not to run into any APs, I walked in front of him and he kept close to me, occasionally bumping his boner into my ass. Once we were finally out of the building, we ran to his van laughing, hopping into the car and throwing our bags in the backseat. Once our bags we in the back, I hopped on his lap while he sat in the passenger seat and grabbed my hips. He roughly collided his lips with mine, my arms playing in his hair. I felt his hands go up to my breasts and gently cupped them in his hands. His hips starting grinding into mine, grabbing my ass that was covered by my jeans. “Fuck I’ve always wanted to fuck you in my van babe.”

I giggled as he pulled down his black jeans and his boxers, me pulling down my bottoms. Once we both had our bottoms and undergarments off, he kissed me one final time before pushing me on his lap, his rock hard dick slowly inserting in my wetness. "Fuck Eddie, you're so hard for me." He put my head on his shoulder and held my hips as he slowly rolled his hips into me, kissing my cheek. I realized we were exposed in the parking lot, "Eddie, what if someone sees us?"

I looked up at him as he looked down at me, "Trust me babygirl, were not gonna get caught. No one is gonna be walking around in the parking lot at 1 pm." I moaned as he started going faster, "Fuck Eddie. I hope so." I held onto him as he thrusted into me, "Fuck babygirl. You're so wet for me."

I kissed his neck as I was suddenly pushed on the dashboard, him still fucking me. He look down and growled, "You're so fucking beautiful Y/N. God I love you so much." I blushed as he looked at my clit then at my eyes, winking at me. He smirked as he reached down and started rubbing my sensitive nub. I felt my eyes roll at the back of my head as he pleasured me from below. My elbows went on the dash as I looked down to see our cream mixing on each other's privates.

Eddie looked down and chuckled at the view, "Look at your cream all over my dick sweetheart." I whined as he pulled out and stuck his fingers in my heat, pulling them out, shoving himself back in and licking his fingers. God he's so hot. He stopped thrusting into me and I rode him, trying to reach my climax that was deadly close.

As I started going faster, he moaned, "You ride me so good. You're such a good girl for me baby." I put my hands on his shoulders as I rode him for a while, him later grabbing my hips trying to cum.

"Fuck princess! I'm so fucking close!"

"Me too baby, come for me Eddie!"

He growled and passionately kissed my lips as he slammed into my hips, me moaning and whining loudly into the kiss as I felt myself cumming around him. I felt his cum shoot inside me, moaning at the feeling. He let out of the kiss and looked at me passionately, "Fuck princess. I've never been so glad to have a boner at school."

I blushed, "Shut up. I'm hungry. Can we go to McDonald's after school?"

"Anything for you princess," he gave me a wink as I leaned over to the drivers side, pulling up my jeans. He was pulling up his jeans and once he finished, he got out the car and opened mine as I fixed my hair and my shirt. We got our backpacks and went back to class as the bell rang.

"Meet you back at my car at 3?"

I kissed his lips sweetly, "Of course Eddie." He smacked my ass as he walked away, "See you after school princess."

Eddie’s POV

I saw her blush as I got the frequent stares in the hallway, ignoring the fact that I was HUGE on PDA. I went to the boys locker room and changed into my P.E. clothes. Once I was done changing, I went out to the gym and meet up with my friend, Jeff.

He stood next to me as the coach started getting us ready to run laps, "So how are you and Y/N? I saw you two leave the school today. Passed right by my classroom."

My eyes widened and he bursted out laughing. My cheeks were a bright red as I punched his shoulder, "Shut up Jeff! We did something your innocent ass wouldn't even want to know." I smirked as she scrunched his face.

"You two are so gross. You're lucky you're my best friend." I laughed at his words as we started running our daily laps in the gym.

"So you wanna hang out this weekend, Y/N has to go out of town and I need someone to keep me company. We can work on the lyrics for my song and finally set up our instruments in Gareth’s basement."

"Sure thing lover boy. I'll come over Friday and spend the weekend with you."

That's what I loved most about Jeff. We've been best friends since middle school and he's been the only person to understand me other than Y/N. We've transferred schools together and went to parties and did normal teenage shit together.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna go get a sip of water. It's fucking hot in here."

"Okay."

I watched as he asked coach to go to the water fountain that was a 5 minute walk across the school. I figured I'd just run the rest of my laps alone until he came back.

As I was finishing up a group of basketball players came up to me.

"Hey Eddie? Where's that little girlfriend of yours?"

I rolled my eyes. For some reason practically everyone hated us together, the town freak being seen with the prettiest girl in Hawkins. It made zero sense to me. 

"She's in class not being an asshat like y'all are." I rolled my eyes and smacked my teeth after my nasty remark.

"Oh Eddie, when will you realize someone like you doesn’t deserve to be with someone like her? She’s bound to end up at one of parties and in my sheets, freak.”

"Excuse me?! I already got a girl that make people jealous because y'all clearly don't want us to fucking breathe. Plus Y/N doesn’t fuck with guys who’ve slept with the entire cheer team.  Our relationship is none of your fucking business so I think it's best for you to fuck off. My girl might look soft but she can beat the living shit out of you."

They looked at me with snarky and pissed as I walked away and finished my laps, too pissed to even talk to anyone. I just want my girl.

Y/N's POV

I took my notes as I talked to my friend on the side of me, Robin .

"Are you ready for this final Y/N? This class is hella hard and I don't know if I'm gonna survive anymore I don't see how those jackasses pass this class yet I can't."

I giggled at her words, "I told you we could have a study session at my place this weekend."

She rolled her eyes as she laughed, "I'm sorry but I didn't want to interrupt you and Eddie’s make out session."

She snickered as I slapped her shoulder, "Shut up Robin! That's so foul!"

As we laughed together a boy came up to me and sat at the empty desk next to me and tapped my shoulder, "Aye, aren't you dating that freak Munson?"

I looked at Robin and we both rolled our eyes. Not this shit again. No one will change my mind and it bothers the fuck out of me. Don't get me wrong, I love everyone with every personality, but just because I'm dating someone who's not particularly popular doesn't mean anything. I'd date anyone that I love, it's not about what everyone else thinks. The person I happened to fall in love with was the town freak.

"Um Yea? And what about it?"

He smacked his teeth, "So you like freaks now? You’re one of the prettiest, smartest, and wealthiest girls in Hawkins? Why not date Jason for crying out loud?”

I scoffed and almost laughed. "Are you fucking serious?"

"What?"

My eyes widened as I looked at him, "So you're telling me there's nothing wrong with what you just said. Guys are getting so corny nowadays."

"The fuck are you being so sour for?"

I looked at the teacher who didn't give and shit then back to him. I was so close to beating his face in before Robin held my shoulder.

"Don't talk about my boyfriend like that. If you went out with a nerdy, shy it would be all cool, but one of the only black, smart and wealthy girl in school with a brain gets a boyfriend who’s known as the town freak and all hell breaks loose? That's the problem with y'all.  I don't need your permission to date whoever the fuck I want. Be mad all you want but I'm ready to talk shit when you go for a dumb skank fuckwad."

I got my things and started getting ready to leave. The guy walked away annoyed and the whole class looked at me and a big "Ouuuuuu" went through the class.

“You owned his ass Y/N." I heard from behind me.

"Hush Robin, I'm just tired of hearing this shit every week."

She put her hands up, "Okay jeez, be mad at him not me!" I looked up at her and laughed with her as the bell rang, signaling the end of the last period. I was so ready to go to Eddie’s trailer.

As Robin and I walked to my locker, a pissed and sweaty Eddie came up to me and smashed his lips on top of mine as he picked me up bridal style and walked away from a confused Robin.

I parted our lips as he carried me out the door, "Sorry Robin! Call me later!"

I held onto his chest, "Eddie what's wrong?"

"Nothing, lets go to McDonalds and get food so we can go home. I have to tell you something."

My heart started beating out of my chest. That one sentence meant something good or bad. He knew I hated surprises and I hated him not telling me anything.

Once he got to his van he opened the passenger door and put me inside and closed the door as a buckled my seatbelt. He sat in the drivers seat and drove to McDonald's.

After 10 minutes of awkward silence he finally asked me something and I felt myself let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, but I frowned at his words.

"What do you want from McDonald's?"

I sadly whispered, "I guess share a 20 piece with you and three large fries."

"Okay."

He sighed, "Listen Y/N. I love you. Like really fucking love you. More than anything. And I'm sorry I did that in front of your friend and made it seem like I didn't want to talk to you. I just, I had a really frustrating day after we fucked."

I looked at him, "Eddie what happened?"

He scoffed, "These guy were talking crap about you and I set them straight. They were talking about how you should be with them instead of with you. The absolute fucking nerve."

"Yea I got my daily dose of ignorance today too. This guy asked me why I'm with you and I should be with Jason or an athlete. God I hate that school. I had to tell him I can date whoever the fuck I want and that I won't let someone with an IQ of a banana tell me who I should and shouldn't date."

He whooped, "That's my girl!" He hugged me tightly as we pulled in the drive thru, "Let em know babe!"

I rolled my eyes and kissed his soft pink lips, "Shut up Eddie. You know out of every sucky, narcissistic kid at that school I'd be with you." I saw him blush and kiss my cheek, making my heart warm. Soon it was our turn to order and he pulled up to the ordering machine.

"Can I have a large Oreo McFlurry, three large Fries and 20 piece nuggets?"

The lady took his order and he paid, getting our food.

I happily ate my fries in the bag.

He smirked, "Get the weed and the rolling paper out my bag and start making those blunts. We gonna be up all night babygirl." he said as his hand went to grip my thigh and kiss my lips.

I giggled at his words and got his tin lunch box, rolling the blunts as I thought of what would happen tonight.

He pulled into the gas station next to the McDonald's and got out to get a bunch of snacks. Damn tonight is gonna be fun.

pt. 2 besties? lmk :p

[0verthinking1t]

The babiest of baby steps — manually setting priorities

I didn't get great sleep last night, and yesterday was a very busy and stressful day. My body and brain are both bundled up cozily in Recovery Mode, but I still have to push myself to do the basics just like every day. I just woke up from a nap, I'm sleepy, and although my daily basic tasks are all written out and organized on my menu, picking where to start is proving a hurdle. For many with ADHD, prioritizing and acting on even our daily hygiene routines are things that don't come naturally to us, so in order to function, sometimes it can help to talk/walk through the process "manually". As an example of what this can look like, I'm going to write down the "manual prioritization" process I'm using today to push through my post-nap funk.

Ok. Let's walk it back a few steps. Pick these scattered tasks up off the floor and arrange them in a neat line. First, which of my menu items for today could I realistically do as I am right now?

I mark some of the tasks on my Appetizers and Mains sections with blue arrows, to indicate the things I could do with minimal energy. This narrows it down to "eat lunch, drink water, make tea, brush teeth, get dressed" and a couple tasks related to medical stuff.

That's still kind of messy. I CAN do all this now, but I don't WANT to do any of them. Can I narrow it down more? .... Actually, yes. What basic needs does my body have to meet at this moment? Which of these will make me more comfy in general?

Good question. I mark immediate basic needs with pink dots. These are all on the appetizers, of course, and narrows things down to "eat, get water, brush teeth, and make tea". Actually.... Scratch the tea. It would be inconvenient to delay brushing teeth and drinking water for that right now. Ok, 3 things left, and they're all super easy and logical. What do I want to do first?

Water. My mouth is dry and tastes like ass, but I don't want to brush my teeth until I eat something. I'll start with filling my waterbottle, and think about food while I'm in the kitchen.

how it worked out just now was that I went to the kitchen for water ✅, realized I had some soylents in the fridge (technically a complete meal's worth of nutrition, easy to grab and finish fast, but only to use in a pinch. I keep a couple around to fend off Ritalin jitters) and grabbed one for lunch ✅, and decided after I finish it to get dressed ✅, brush teeth ✅, and make tea if I'm still lagging ✅. Then I'll be ready to do more complicated thinking and accomplish the medical tasks ✅✅.

The basic gist is to just focus on finding step 1, and after that the rest falls into place. I can string my tasks together more intuitively once I've actually initiated something and got moving, so once I have priority 1 decided, I can usually kick back into gear from there. If dealing with the first thing doesn't work, I can just go back to the list and do the process again until my motor's running.

It might seem weird to have to stretch all this out like getting a glass of water is some complicated technical task 😛 but if you also find yourself benefitting from manually prioritizing, I want you to know that this isn't a moral failing, or a sign of low intelligence. Like I said, a lot of neurodivergent brains just straight up don't do certain functional processes like prioritizing, forming habits, or processing things into memory. We physically do not have enough of the chemicals that play key roles in connecting the different areas of our brains together, even though those individual areas function just fine. It's embarrassing to admit that I'm at a point in life where I need to list, sort, and prioritize things like drinking water or brushing my teeth, yea, but ya know.... If this is what it takes right now for me to feel healthy and stable, then so be it 🤷‍♂️ all that matters is that it's working.

[autiponi]

The soft light woke Blackjack from a rather heavy sleep. She was reluctant to get up from the moment she opened her eyes, knowing that today was the day she would meet Mike again and find out about this strange 'job' he had given her.

However, she overcame her problem with getting up. Gently dragging herself to her feet, she moved towards the bathroom with a lazy step.

-Ugly but pretty.... as usual. She smiled slightly at her reflection in the mirror and began to comb her perpetually dishevelled hair. Self-confidence was her strong point, it was what had allowed her to work at the University while remaining an outstanding scientist with a long tenure. She worked at the same university where her mother and father had studied. That's why It was important to her that every student who came under her wing was as outstanding, as they had been in their own lifetime. Her typical bathroom routine was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the stove.

It was probably Alebo; it wouldn't be the first time. -I asked him not to make me breakfast ... Typical Albedo. He was unsuited to being a domestic servant, but he always wanted to help and did many things for Blackjack. She tried to get this out of his software, but the results of such actions were meagre and in fact, the opposite of the intended effect. Ignoring Albedo's urge to cook, she brushed herself and her teeth. Then she dressed quickly.

-How does Kitchen Revolutions a.k.a Albedo not listen? She said mockingly to the robot as she walked downstairs. -Do you like eggs, Amelia? I just found out on the internet how to make fried eggs! Ignoring the question, Albedo answered the question with a question. The movements of his mechanical limbs were surprisingly precise for his previous attempts at cooking, which usually ended in clean-up rather than actual food. -...that I also taught you how to use such things.... It smells surprisingly good for you, so I'll eat it.

She sat down at the table and began to sip her coffee. By Chef Albedo's standards, it was at least drinkable. -I won't be home for long today... I'll give you some tasks to do. So you won't be bored without me. She started talking to Albedo, who, having already finished cooking, served her the classic daily Blackjack breakfast. -I guess this is about your new job, do you have any details about it? -No... all I know is that I have to be on the phone, I don't even know when this grandpa is going to call. -And who is the person who hired you? Is it someone important? Maybe a businessman, a scientist! Albedo has started to take an interest. -It's hard to tell, all I know is that his name is Mike, I already told you that... but he's also very strange. And he knows something about me, and most importantly, about my father... Her gaze was slightly off him, in contemplation. -I don't know why, but his face looks oddly familiar. .... I don't think I've seen him before, yet... I don't know. She started to eat slowly as Albedo came even closer to her, curious. -You can tell me its characteristics and I'll look it up online if you like. -No, no, that's OK. I'll talk to him today and find out. You can help me tomorrow. I've got an idea for a new technology, who knows if it might be useful for the lectures. -I understand, I hope today goes without complications!

-Yea... As she was eating, she suddenly heard someone calling upstairs, and she rushed to answer it, almost killing herself trying to get upstairs.

-Hello?

She anticipated who was on the phone.

~This is Mike, I already have an assignment for you... will you be ready tonight?

-Yes, I think so, so what have you prepared for me?

~I'll tell you when you get there, I'll meet you in dimension C-419, but where exactly you already have in the message what I sent you .... by tonight. Before she had time to ask him anything, Mike had already hung up. She quickly read the message he had sent her. -Dimension C-419... Japan, trading street by the temple of the patron saint of Kim....

-This is the temple of the clan that trades across the multiverse? asked Albedo. He was eavesdropping on Blackjack's conversation. -Yes... as far as I know the same ones, I wonder what he wants from them, I haven't heard much about them, practically nothing.

-There are all sorts of rumours about them, including that many of their activities are unethical or even criminal! -Who knows, I have to go anyway, I don't want to miss the first day of work.... Come on, it's not until the evening, so we've got time to maybe look for more information about them, although I don't know if anything will come of it, to be honest. Blackjack and Albedo sat for a long time in search of more information about the dimension of the C-419 and the Clan. -The Internet does not help much.... mainly mentions what the main race is in this dimension and culture....

-What are they like?

-Something like... spars like we find in Greece, bark covers their entire body... but their insides are mostly precious metals.... they have panache, they get a lot of their culture from the East.

-So they have these beautiful dressing gowns!

-Albedo, that's kimono.

-Whatever you call it, the important thing is that it's pretty.

-That's not how I programmed you.

-Back to the details, is there anything more about this clan than rumours?

-No...absolutely nothing, they mostly talk about their trading activities and Kim....he is the deceased leader and master of the clan, and his place has been taken by Daiki, the most loyal pupil and also a role model for others....from the description alone, he sounds like a jerk.

-That's always extra information!

-Yes... it's always good to know a person's name I'll soon forget.... An ironic smile found its way onto Blackjack's face, Albedo didn't quite understand the sarcasm but she was used to it by now. -Well... we may not have found out much, but there's always something you can ask your employer!

-I'll ask if necessary... don't worry.

...

-It's time to test the portal tool! -So...!

Blackjack looked at the screwdriver-shaped device for a few pleasant minutes.

-Mrs Amelia... afraid to go through?

-NO! I just... Yesterday I lost all faith that it would work... and now I can do it without any problem... it's a strange feeling.

-You can do it, I believe in you with the whole screen!

-Not that you have another option in the software... but thank you. She took a deep breath, put the world of C-419 on the small screen and... activated the portal for the first time.

The circle of beautiful colours intimidated her, but after another powerful breath she stepped through the portal, felt a gentle warmth, even soothing, and at the same time great speed, she saw space, many worlds in the form of images passing through, until finally her feet felt firm ground and she saw a beautifully lit street and Mike waiting for her on a bench. -So... what are your first impressions?

-M- My legs are like cotton wool... I'm a bit sick, I've seen a hundred things at once and I think I'm going to throw up...

-Oh, maybe better-

-Can I do it again?

-...

Looking at Mike's face, she quickly realised that it was unlikely that his silence meant 'yes', so she quickly recovered from the shock and even stood at attention. -I mean... let's go now, we've got work to do, right?

...

-Quite a big place for a regular market....

She said to Mike Blackjack as they walked through the next streets full of shops and tree-like creatures.

and tree-like creatures that made people look much smaller, though not always.

-No wonder, this is one of the attractions of this dimension, everyone should be here at least once.... beautiful handmade jewellery... and the food... Right, would you like something to eat before I go over the details of my order?

Mike looked at one of the stalls with a gentle smile.

-Why not... I haven't eaten since breakfast.

She sat down next to Mike.

-Two ramen noodles and a large glass of cold whisky, please.

The tall, well-built creature took Mike's order and payment.

-You didn't even ask me what I wanted.

Said a nervous Blackjack. She hadn't even managed to look at the menu.

-Well, I know your mum liked ramen, so I thought you'd like it.

-Did she work for you as well, or where did you hear that from? Blackjack looked at Mike with interest.

-I know most about your father.... But I also knew her personally, she was always very close to her husband... poor Elisabeth.... You remind me of her with your eyes, you know?

He looked at Blackjack, her eyes were jet black, almost dead on the inside, but still beautiful in their own way. -...Grandpa used to say that too, although he always said I was like my father, thanks to him I actually know what they were like....

-You're talking in the past tense... I don't want to pry, but...

-Fire, he died in a fire. There's no point in hiding it... you already know too much.

-Oh... I'm sorry, I don't mean to open up old wounds so boldly... Mike looked away, clearly perplexed. He had not expected such an answer. -...instead of apologising, tell me more about my father, why you met .... and, above all, how? You talk as if you've known him for a long time, even though you're not from C-418. He was a bit confused, but in order to make up for his mistake, he slowly began the story in a calm tone. -As you probably know... your father, he created inter-dimensional travel, as the first dimension he found was G-878.... this is my world, he is the one who really found me, at first he seemed crazy, all happy to see me without even knowing me, he started to tell me what he had just done, he took me by the arm to his world, because he had met me first in other worlds I automatically became his friend... only with time came another project that changed his life and mine forever.... I'll tell you about it after the mission... okay? We're running out of time. -I hold you to your word.

There was an awkward silence until the order came.

-So... what are the details of the order? Blackjack She started talking while slowly eating her portion, she had never tried this food before but liked it immediately.

-Well... you're going to have to break in, preferably unnoticed until the end, and take the documents that are in Daikie's office .... about me, documents to be exact.

-What did you do that I have to break in there now? -What? She asked in surprise.

-I have quite a few people working for me in this dimension, even in his place. So I used to take the opportunity to steal some of his supplies of weapons, food and other things for trade or just to use... I needed it to keep the business going, but after a while he found out and now I have a more than... unpleasant relationship here, to say the least, and because of that I now have a person on my back who is hunting me down... -...What a caution and discretion on your part.

-I also have to earn money here, it's a job.... All I can do now is save my skin.

-I understand. Is there anything I should know before I go into the lion's mouth?

-Yes... there is something else, listen carefully now.

He cautiously approached Blackjack. -This person... this... something I mentioned to you... avoid her like hell, don't let her see you.

-Who is she?

-Daiki's disciple, she's practically a killing machine, literally a machine.

-I think I can handle the apprentice of an idiot with an oversized ego.

-It's not enough that you know how to fight... she's bloody dangerous... trust me. Mike returned to his normal seat and Blacjack began to think about the person mentioned.

-By the way, it's you, from this dimension. I found out last night.

-Someone who is me, murderous and ruthless.... I have my moments of luck...

She put her plate down after finishing her meal, Mike finishing a moment later.

-I've arranged a place for you in a nice hotel, you'll start your task at night between two and three o'clock, you've got clothes in your room to blend in, is everything clear?

-Yea, thanks, it's always something.

-Good luck... and remember, the other Am-

-Blackjack, learn at last.

-Blackjack, it's important you don't see them.

She made her way to the hotel. Once in the room, she sat down on the bed and checked her phone.

-Some unread messages from Jeremy... I can't believe he's only just pulled through. He should have been asleep by now.

~Hi Bj! I know you've been busy lately, but please come see me at the hospital if you can. It's really important to me! ~I want to tell you something and show you. I hope to see you in person soon! ~You're probably sleeping after working on a project. I won't disturb you again. Goodbye for now!

Blackjack smiled at the screen, certain that Jeremy was awake and expecting her response. After completing the task, she made the decision to meet him the following day. She rapidly composed the plan and slept for a couple of hours. The bed was incredibly comfortable for a single night.

...

Night had fallen, the silence sounding eerie to Blackjack's ears. She changed into a kimono, decorated with various beautiful ornaments, probably belonging to the clan. She approached the temple walls, they were quite low, so she decided to walk through them to get inside.

She walked along the wall to the nearest windows while looking back at the guards who were only downstairs and staring dully at the walls probably pretending to check if anyone was there. The windows were not glazed or protected in any way, so she could pass through one unnoticed.

It was empty and quiet, almost too quiet. As she moved further into the shadows, she began to look for rooms.

She found them in a long corridor, all the doors had the names of people who probably lived or worked there. There were about a hundred of these doors, if not more. The last door had the signature ''Master Daiki''.

-It was useful to know your name. It would be terrible to check all these doors.

She said to herself and opened the door slightly, it didn't even have a handle.

There was a large desk in the room with a light on it. She decided to search it quickly while no one noticed her. The pile of papers frightened her, but she was determined to find Mike's name so she could get away from the scene as quickly as possible.

-Mike... Mike... Mike - there it is!

She found a folder with a photograph of her employer, he wasn't wearing a hat so she could see the slight baldness on the top of his head. Another felt strange looking at his photo. He was not wearing a headband in the photo, so he must have lost an eye recently, she looked closely at the photo and lost track of time.

But her thoughts were stopped by a feeling she did not want to feel now, a feeling of being watched, so she brought her thoughts back to earth.

She looked around her... she was not wrong.

In the darkness of the room she saw eyes that glowed with a strong red that was almost painful to the eyes.

-Fucking hell.

She said in her mind, looking with her eyes for the quickest escape route, there were no windows or other doors, she was grounded.

-Master wasn't expecting any visitors today... at least he didn't say anything to me about it.

-Listen...it's not what you think! I'm-

The figure moved towards Blackjack faster than she had ever expected. The impact of the blow sent her crashing into a wall, which turned out to be weak enough to allow her to fall under her own weight into another room, large and dark.

And from the shattered wall, staring at her coldly, was the figure of whatever had attacked her.

-W-who the hell are you?

She tried to get up from the hard blow, feeling a metallic taste in her mouth as she did so.

-I am A-1, from c-419, a disciple of Master Daiki, the only one of her lineage, and you... you are an intruder who must be killed. Blackjack looked at her, and from the resemblance of her face, it had to be the person Mike was talking about.

-You want to kill yourself from another dimension... what a twist of fate.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

A-1 grabbed Blackjack by her robes and looked her straight in the eyes, after a moment she threw her to the ground again.

-You are really me, Blackjack...interesting nickname. Blackjack stood unsteadily and extended her hand. She held a red scythe, which she had learned from her grandfather. Perhaps it was a family skill, but she still couldn't fully control it.

-I won't hesitate to kill you if necessary... Terrible fake!

A-1 looked annoyed and stood ready to fight.

There was silence and focus for a few moments as Blackjack C-418 approached her other self.

Knowing what she intended, she approached her opponent and attacked with her scythe, but felt a strong resistance.

Your fighting basics are lacking... and it's pathetic

A-1 kept hitting and countering, causing Blackjack's scythe to crack further. Blackjack decided to exploit the situation, broke a piece of the weapon, and advanced towards A-1. As she was about to counter, Blackjack stabbed A-1 in the stomach using the broken piece.

-...

Without a word, her opponent jumped away and gently dropped to her knees, Blackjack seeing her moment of weakness and wanting to make a quick getaway. She was already close to the breach and then...

The hit. A loud grinding sound echoed through the room. A-1 took immediate action and stabbed her sword into Blackjack's body. She had become an expert at using deceit to her advantage.

-...The will of the Master is done, no matter what or who...

She collapsed to the ground and felt blood streaming softly. A-1 stood proudly above her. She closed her eyes slowly, feeling faint. Just before losing consciousness, the only thing she could hear were the sounds of swords clashing. She wondered if someone else was there to save her, but with her strength ebbing away, it didn't matter anymore.

...

Hello! It's Poni again! Thank you for reading the opening chapter, Aou!

A lot can happen now… However, you'll find that out as soon as I finish the next chapter! I think it goes without saying. In the meantime from him, I recommend you take a look at "More about Aou" Which is available on my website!

That's it from me, see you later!

[empressaraceli1992]

I promise the next chapter is going to be LONG. It will be from Soap POV and we will learn more about Banshee from his side - and watch how she may or may not help Ghost unseen...

ALSO there will be a lot of platonic love mixes in the middle of some couples. (Price and Gaz are not sexual - Soap and Konig will be - Obviously Ghost will be with Banshee IF she can get through to him...might mix some angst in there)

The Banshee and The Ghost

Part 2

The next day Ghost is in charge of training the new recruits with Gaz. A change of pace since he normally worked with Soap, but Price thought he could work on his "friendship" with Gaz too. It wasn't that Ghost disliked Gaz. Gaz was fine on his own, but he was for all extensive purposes Price's lapdog. Gaz was an insatiable gossip. A very private person himself Ghost tended to have an even more guarded attitude when it came to Gaz.

Still... Gaz was the one who let something slip yesterday during lunch. Perhaps Gaz could Ghost the information he wanted. Soap had taken his orders seriously enough to avoid Ghost during dinner the night before, so the Lieutenant set his sights on Garrick. Ghost was always the first to arrive. He blamed it on his insomnia.

Ghost dressed quickly - black tank, cargos, boots, his mask - and exited his room quietly. He preferred to haunt the halls of the base unnoticed. He learned much more when people weren't expecting him, when they weren't hiding things from him.

He spotted Gaz grabbing breakfast in the canteen. He hadn't had his coffee yet. Perfect.

"Sergeant." Ghost didn't yell, really, he just spoke a little louder than usual to get Gaz's attention. The effect was instantaneous.

Gaz jumped nearly a foot in the air flinging his tray wide. It clattered noisily against the tiles causing the Sergeant to flinch again.

"Y-yes sir?" Gaz stood at attention. Ghost almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Training field. Five minutes." Ghost barked.

Turning on his heel he headed back down the hallway. With Gaz sufficiently flustered Ghost could almost taste his victory. The weight of the hancerchief in his right pocket a bacon of what was to come. He would have his answers.

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Five minutes later - on the dot - Gaz fell in step next to Ghost by the track. Ghost spared the man a glance as he ordered the recruits to do thirty laps as a warmup. Gaz focused on the clipboard in his hand.

"Garrick." Ghost began. Gaz glanced at Ghost, but didn't lift his head to look at the Lieutenant.

"Yes sir?" Gaz tapped the clipboard with his fingers.

"Banshee?"

Gaz almost dropped his clipboard.

"Soap told you about her?!" Gaz asked increasingly. Ghost just hummed. "Price is going to kill him! Listen, Ghost please don't fight her like you did Konig. Price wants you to like her, like really like her, so he doesn't want you to find her on your own yet. She's nice! She's almost like you - very mysterious - thought she doesn't wear a mask. Although with those eyes I wonder if maybe she should ughh." Gaz shuddered as he rambled. "She even helps Konig calm down when he's in his moods. She sings him this turkish song - so eerie."

"She sings?" She had been introduced to Konig first?! Ghost bit the inside of his cheek to tamper down his anger. He tasted blood.

"Yea, of course! Didn't Soap tell you that's how she got the callsign 'Banshee'..." Gaz seemed to realize his slip up. "Soap never told you about her... did he?"

Ghost didn't look at the Sergeant. Gaz paled visibly.

"Where?" Ghost didn't need to elaborate.

"Please, if you fight do NOT tell Price I told you."

"Sergeant..."

"Okay, she trains alone at 2100 every night."

Ghost gave a pleased hum. He would have to consider what Gaz had told him already. Ghost was as sensitive to sound as he was smell. If she irritated him with her voice...well he could promise to not fight her, but he might ask her to shut up. The fact Price wanted him to really like her was interesting in it of itself.

Why was everyone's so keen to believe he would choose violence? Konig was a one off - it was pure testosterone - Ghost and Konig were setting the pecking order between them. Thankfully, it hadn't ended in bloodshed. Konig was receptive to Ghost's authority and Ghost respected him in turn for it. Ghost respected the chain of command as far as that went after Roba...

Shaking himself out of the thought. Gaz was keeping himself busy by taking his frustration out on the recruits. The Sergeant orderd them to pair up and practice with the hard plastic knives for sparring. Several recruits gave Ghost excited glances.

Despite their fear of the man many recruits enjoyed watching Ghost demonstrate his moves. Some were arrogant enough to believe if they learned enough they could take him down.

One of the more such recruit was Davis - decently tall, about five foot ten - with reddish-brown hair and dark green eyes he was just slightly taller than most of the other recruits. This gave him the misguided idea he was a fit match for The Ghost. Ignoring his given partner - a shorter young man - Davis turned to Ghost with his sparring knife in hand.

"Lieutenant! Spar with me!" Davis bolstered. Ghost ignored him.

"You've been given a partner to train with, Davis." Gaz snapped.

"I was talking to the Lieutenant." Davis growled staring down at Gaz.

"Your Sergeant gave you an order Davis." Ghost snarled.

"Yes, sir." Davis spat. Returning to his own partner.

"He's going to a problem." Gaz sighed.

"Report him to Price." Ghost shrugged. "He's not worth having in the 141 if he can't get his head straight."

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The rest of the day passed relatively quickly. Davis gave them no more problems. Gaz didn't seem to upset with his slip up, even offering smaller tidbits to lure Ghost into a stilted conversation with him.

Together they entered the canteen for lunch. Ghost scanned the room for the familiar mohawk, but to his surprise he didn't see Soap anywhere. Was he still avoiding him? Gaz had never been as good at reading Ghost as Soap had. So he didn't notice the Lieutenant's distress until they sat down together and Ghost wasn't eating.

"He's helping Konig." Gaz said in a way of explanation. "He'll be back by dinner, so you can integrate him instead."

Ghost let out a huff. He didn't integrate Gaz. If he had there would be battery cables and knives. He was a man of class after all. He hated disruption to his routine. That's why he ate in his room. So he wouldn't be surprised when things changed. Price was forcing them to change.

Suddenly, Ghost was angry - very angry - Price had upended their team for some pet. He had forced Soap to keep secrets, and now he had made their meals less predictable. Ghost hated it. He hated her - whoever she was for messing up his team. Snarling Ghost slammed his hands on the table.

"Where is she now?" He was going to have answers. He was going to tell this woman to fuck off and leave his team alone. She wasn't going to put them at risk by throwing Ghost off his game. He would see to that personally even if it meant pissing Price off. He didn't have to like her. He didn't have to know her. If she could do her fucking job and stay out of his way he would be happy. "WHERE."

Gaz wasn't stupid enough to fight the inevitable.

"She's with Soap - they go to the field while you're inside..."

So Price had made sure they wouldn't cross by mistake. He kept his pet's schedule the reverse of his, because he knew Ghost liked his routines. Too bad for Price Ghost was unpredictable at best - the routines only helped to soothe his mind - they weren't required.

Shoving off the table - Ghost found Garrick in front of him.

"Please, don't go looking for a fight." The Sergeant begged. Where they all really that worried about Price's pet? "Soap will kill me if you get hurt."

Him? Ha! Ghost brushed passed Gaz.

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Ghost wasn't sure what he was expecting to find on the field. Perhaps a ten foot tall woman with blood red eyes the way Gaz went on about her. Perhaps a female version of Konig ready to fight him for to dominate spot as leader of the team. He would welcome the challenge. Huh... maybe Price was right about him.

Shoving the thought aside he stepped back out onto the training field. He spotted Konig easily enough, tall bastard, standing with his back to Ghost. Soap stood a few feet away, half turned, speaking to someone in front of Konig. Ghost couldn't see who it was from his vantage point - it had to be Banshee - so he made his way forward.

Soap caught sight of him in his peripheral. The Sergeant turned to look at him - a sheepish grin on his lips. Konig noticed his change in baring and turned to look too. Ghost couldn't quite make out the emotion flitting across the big man's face under that sniper's hood, but he could see Soap's. Soap’s sheepish grin turned to shock - then anger - all a second too late...

Something large barreled into Ghost’s right side from behind knocking him off balance. He felt a sting across his ribs. Ghost twisted to grapple with his assailant - he hit the ground hard - the back of his head smacked against a stone disorienting him - briefly.

Davis straddled Ghost's torso knife - a real one, the glint of steel flashing in the sun - raised above his head. "Told you to Spar with me." Davis snarled. Ghost's arms shot up to throw Davis off - Davis slammed Ghost's head back against the rock. Raising the knife again Davis plunged it down into Ghost’s shoulder.

Ghost hissed in pain as Davis ripped the blade back out raising it to strike again -

A flash of white - something slammed into Davis throwing him off of Ghost - shuffling - a cry of pain.

The scent enveloped him - a small hand touched his wounded shoulder - he hissed in pain.

He could see Davis scrambling to his feet just off to his right - spitting mad - blood running down his forehead.

White hair fell around Ghost's face as pressure was applied to his wound, blocking Davis from view.

Soap cursing in Scottish - Konig demanding something in German. He wished they would speak fucking English. His head felt like it was splitting open.

"Do you have him?" Soap snarled.

"Ja!" Konig grunted. "Der Scheisse!"

"It's alright." A soft voice Ghost didn't recognize cooed in his ear. When had he closed his eyes? Forcing them open he found his head in someone's lap - cold, metallic, silver eyes stared down at him through dark lashes. A hand touched his face through the mask. He jerked away instinctively.

Bad idea. His head swam and he shut his eyes. Stupid fucking Davis getting the jump on him. How did a rookie do that? The small hand brushed his cheek again. This time he had sense enough not to rattle his own brain. She was humming next to him.

The ground suddenly disappeared beneath him, but his head stayed surprisingly still. Small hands on either side held him in place - was he still on her lap? It felt like it, but then again his mind was fuzzy so he couldn't be sure. He could still smell her... then the stench of disinfectant.

No, no not medical. He hated medical with a passion. He fought against the invisible restraints - unwilling to open his eyes. His head swam dangerously again - he felt bile rise in his throat. Someone was yelling. Soap shouted back, but Ghost couldn't make out the words. Johnny, Johnny wouldn't let them force him here.

"Come on Ghost," Soap pleaded. "They need to patch ye up." No, not Johnny too. Ghost lashed out - striking at anything within reach. His fist made contact with flesh - someone grunted.

Then -

He felt pressure around his head and shoulders - that musky vanilla and Sandlewood invaded all of his senses - was she hugging him? It felt nice...a pinch in his inner elbow not so much. His veins burned.

"You can sleep now." She said. So he did.

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 2. I’ll Take You Where You Want To Go

Hollywood California, January 5 2002

"Andi, you look amazing, stop doubting yourself so much," Lizzy Graves says, glancing at me through the reflection of the floor length hotel room mirror, curling her gorgeous red locks with the curling wand.   

"I know, I can't help it though," I say as I sit on the large king size bed and lace up my doc's. I changed into black ripped leggings, and kept on my Behemoth shirt with a black lacy bra since I didn't bring a lot of clothes with me to begin with. 

"Tommy Lee... wow I can't believe you're managing him now. Like, who would've thought?" She says as she sets the curling wand down on the dresser. 

"Me either," I say more to myself than to her as I flip my curls out of my eyes and let out a long sigh. 

"I can't imagine what it would be like managing him. Especially with all the bad press and drama  he's had surrounding him. Well I guess you're gonna find out now aren't you?" She chuckles.

"Yea really," I trail off as I finish lacing up my other boot. I actually hadn't thought about all that stuff until Lizzy brought it up. I mean I don't know everything but I do know he ended up in jail for a few months. It was all over the media a few years back. 

"I'm so excited to hit the club tonight. We are gonna have so much fun," She says, making sure her curls lay just right. "How do I look?" She adds as she turns to face me in her olive green strapless dress with cherry red pumps.

"Freakin' gorgeous. I mean if Peter were here I'm sure he'd devour you in a second," I chuckle.

"If Peter were here he'd insist on coming with us to make sure to fend off all the boys. But I'm pretty sure you would hate that," She giggles.

Lizzy and I had met years ago when I was managing Pantera while they were touring with Type O Negative. It was the first time I had seen Peter with a steady chick and I could tell he fell hard for her. We instantly hit it off and she became my best friend pretty quickly. Man, I was so young back then, who would've thought a 24 year old would manage Pantera? Let alone a 24 year old woman managing Pantera. Jeezus... 

It had been so long since I had a female to converse with since most of the time I'm always alone or around other guys - not in that way of course, just most of the bands I deal with are a bunch of guys. It was the first time I saw Peter really serious about a girl. Most times before when I had toured with Type O Negative back in '94 he was with a different girl every other day. Sometimes even 3 or 4 at once. It was good to see him find someone he could focus on and finally fall in love with again. Something he swore he'd never do. I'm glad Lizzy wanted to come with me here. I hate travelling by myself sometimes.

"So, you ready to tear it up?" Lizzy says breaking me out of my memory.

"Tear it up? Since when do you tear it up?" I laugh as I rise from the bed.

"Yea I know,  not really my style but hey, you know I could if I wanted to," She says. We both laugh, and once I give myself a final look over making sure I look as good as I wanted to. I then grab my leather jacket and Lizzy grabs hers and we head out of the hotel room on our way to hit the club in downtown Hollywood. 

**********

It was a few hours later and Lizzy and I were having fun with a few drinks sitting in a small lounge section with leather couches at the back of a small club in the downtown core. The music was loud and pumping, which was typical club music and completely not what I particularly like but I didn't care I was having fun.

"I'm gonna go grab us some more drinks, are you ok here?" Lizzy asks loudly, leaning into my ear so that I could hear. 

"Yea, sure," I say into her ear she nods and quickly gets up and heads towards the bar just a few feet away and disappears behind the crowd. 

While I sip the last of my Jack and Coke - my usual drink of choice - I suddenly feel someone behind me and just as I look over to see who it was, before I knew it they had bounced down onto the leather couch right beside me, with a couple of shot glasses filled with some sort of dark liquor. 

It was Tommy Lee. 

Oh no, no, no, no - 

"Hi!" He smiles at me with that sweet smile, just like earlier today wearing just a white fitted tank that showed off his impressive tattoos , ripped jeans, and his shaggy dark locks that fell across his dark eyes with his silver earrings poking through while the flashing lights of the club also catching the glimmer of his nose ring.

"Um, hi," I say nervously, caught completely off guard as I set my empty glass down on the table in front of me, and move over slightly, pushing my leather jacket out of the way flipping my curls out of my face.

"I uh, thought you might like a drink, or a shot or somethin'" He says offering the one shot glass to me.

"Thank you," I smile shyly and take it from him. He then clinks the small glass to mine and I watch him down his quickly first and then I slowly down mine instantly tasting the sweet sour mash of Jack Daniels wondering how the hell he knew that I love that Tennessee whisky. 

"Y'know I was kinda bummed how you just left earlier, I thought we could hang out,"

"Sorry what?" I ask leaning in a little since I could barely hear him over the pumping music.

"I said I was bummed that you left!" He says louder, leaning into me.

"Really? Why?" I ask with a giggle.

"I just thought it'd be cool to get to know you," He shrugs and smiles that sweet smile again. 

"Well, what do you wanna know?" I ask not knowing if  it was the shot that was hitting me or if his charm was actually wearing me down a little bit.

He smiles that charming smile again and then says " Anything and everything," and I shook my head with a smirk wishing I had another drink to help with the incredible nervousness I was feeling. Somehow he had flagged down a server that was holding a tray of martinis, and swiftly grabbed two of them from her while she gave him an awkward glance, then I guess she realized who he was, smiled and walked on. He then offers one to me once again as if he knew exactly what I was thinking - about the drink, and not the fact that it was a martini. 

"So?" He says again, resting his boot across his knee, leaning closer to me and taking a sip while his eyes fixate on me. 

Oh Lizzy, where are you?

"So what?" I play and take a sip from my martini. He raises his eyebrow at me and presses his lips together in slight frustration which I was finding very amusing to say the least. 

"Well I'm sure you already know everything there is about me," He quips with another sip of his martini.

"No... no not really," I say with another flip of my curls as his eyes still stay focused on me.

"Oh c'mon... the Crue, the drugs, the groupies, the '80's in general, my ex wives, the sex tape..." He chuckles listing everything that the media has sold to the world about him for years. There were a few moments of silence between us while the music continued to fill the club, and then I decided to say something.

"Ok, well what do you want me to know about you then?" I ask, shifting myself to face him. 

"Nuh uh, no I asked you first," He smiles and I laugh. I take a deep breath and decide to let it all out, I mean it's nothing right?  

"Ok.. well, I was born in Toronto Ontario, I moved to Seattle in '88 when I was barely 18, went to Seattle University but then I dropped out quickly after though and met my now ex-husband, became his band manager, toured all over the world and then just, y'know, took on more bands, then lost my job, then created my own management company and then those bands that I lost hired me back and,  y'know, the usual," I explain and take a long sip of my martini.

"Ex-husband huh?" He says thoughtfully. 

After all that I said, that's what he focuses on?

"Uh huh," I say and finish my sip. 

Please don't ask me who it is, please don't ask me who it is.

"So you were married to Chris Cornell?" He asks.

Fuck

"I was," I confirm with another sip of my martini.

"Wow that dude's so cool. I met him a couple times in passing, fuck must've been 8 years ago now or somethin' but I don't remember seeing you though," He says looking at the table in front of us, and pulling from his memory.

"We uh, we were probably separated at that point," I say as I glance around the club wondering what was taking Lizzy so long. It had been a long time since I talked about Chris to anyone.

"You still keep in touch?" He asks, taking another sip.

"Not really, no," I say.

"Yea, same with me and Pam. We haven't spoken in like, fuck, a couple years. It's all through our lawyers right now so..." He says and takes another sip. Oh I know exactly that situation way too well. 

"You got any kids?" He asks, looking back at me again.

"No,"

"You want any kids?" He asks and I giggle with a smirk raising my eyebrow taking another sip, which makes him chuckle and he adds "What?"

"Well you're just gonna get right to it eh?" I say after my sip and he laughs.

"I'm just askin'" He shrugs with a laugh.

"Well yea, I guess someday," I take another sip, feeling the effects of the alcohol beginning to hit me and push away all the feelings of years ago when I would get asked that question and would want to crumble into a pile of dust. 

"So... what are you into, what do you like, or don't like...?" He asks casually, moving a little closer to me.

"What is this, an interview or somethin'?" I chuckle and he laughs again.

"Well you're my manager now so... I'm just tryn' to get to know ya,'' He smiles at me again.

Where have I heard that before?

"Uh huh," I raise my eyebrow at him and he sips his martini with a cute little smirk, then I add "Well I guess I'm into... I don't know..." I trail off and look down at myself.

"Well I can tell right off the bat that this place does not seem like your kinda thing," He says looking around the club filled with people drinking, laughing and dancing to insane electro music.

"Well the drinking part is my thing, but I'm not so sure about the music," I giggle and take another sip. He then looks back at me, quickly downs the last of his martini and sets the empty glass on the table in front of us.

"Well...how 'bout we get outta here? I got another place in mind that I'm sure is more your thing," He says as he leans back against the leather couch and gives me that sweet smile again. 

He is definitely flirting with me now.

I thought about it for a minute and I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the fact that he is so charming 

"Um, ok... sure," I smile shyly and he smiles back at me. I then rise from the couch as he does and then remember Lizzy. "Wait, no I can't. I'm here with my friend," I say quickly as I turn back to face him. 

"Ok well, where is she?" He chuckles as he nonchalantly looks me over, his eyes starting at mine, then moving down then back at mine again. I bite my lip for a moment knowing I shouldn't go to the next place with him but I wanted to have fun and I didn't want to be in this club anymore.

"I'll be right back," I say and step away from him and head towards the bar where Lizzy had disappeared as I feel his eyes watch me walk away.

Once I move past a few people, I find Lizzy at the bar talking to a tall blonde, laughing away as they sip on their drinks. 

"Andi, oh my god, sorry, have you met Melanie? She was my old roommate. Melanie this is Andi" Lizzy smiles at me once I approach her.

"Hi," I smile and Melanie smiles back with a sip of her drink.

"Sorry, I just got carried away with catching up, is everything ok?" Lizzy asks me and takes a sip of her drink..

"Yea, yea, I just... I think I might head out if that's ok? I uh, think I should make it an early night," I lie. I feel bad but I don't want Lizzy thinking I'm ditching her for a boy, even though technically that's exactly what I'm doing.

"Ok sure... are you sure you're ok?" She furrows her brow at me and sets her drink down on the bar.

"Yea, yea I'm fine. Totally fine," I reassure her and I see her glance past then raises her eyebrow once she sees Tommy and looks back at me with an all knowing smirk. 

"Go have fun," She says leaning into my ear.

"You sure?" I ask, leaning into her ear.

"Yes. Just tell me about it later," She says and with that, I turn and head back through the crowd to see Tommy still waiting for me. I flip my curls out of my eyes as Tommy smiles that sweet charming smile at me, handing my jacket to me and as I take it, I offer him a shy smirk and walk past him as he follows me out the club entrance door.

[alexbkrieger13]

Nilla said it herself that not everyone is, or should, be treated the same. We all have different needs. The point was that Pia didn’t treat every one with equal respect

For example rohlin, who was equally good with her feet, was told to pass to nilla whenever she got the ball. And Pia said she didn’t want any ”mellanmjölkspelare” (mellanmjölk is a type of milk but it usually a metaphor for bland/boring or something like that), and was in that matter talking about how players cared outside of the pitch

There is no secret pia treated the ”funny” easygoing players better than the other. Kosse even spoke about it back in the days as she wasn’t one of them. Olivia was probably Pias favourite and got to play way more that her form back then would have given her with another coach.

For someone who followed the team back then those things was visible, but never until nilla, who was one of pias favourites, spoke about it, i realised how bad it actually was. Nilla didn’t want to say it was bullying, not because She really didn’t think so, but if it was bullying, it was up to the players who was treated bad to label what it was based on their feelings, and not based on Nillas perspective

yea like I remember hearing at the time when the Euros are going on in 2017 that she had lost a lot of the dressing room and a lot of players were just ready for her to leave but I don't think it was really into like a year or two after when you saw the change of the team when Peter Came In You Could See the difference and the loyalty that they had to him and a big part of that because he treated them which a lot of respect

[jascurka]

I did a meet the artist meme like a month ago and only posted this to Instagram sooo uhh I'll just

I'll just leave it here 🙂

[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Kill For You PT. 2 (Poly! Ghostface)

Pairing: Stu Macher x GN!Reader x Billy Loomis (Billy and Stu already established)

Words: 1.7K+

Warning(s): Mentions of past Bullying, fighting, murder and death of Suzzan and Kristie (characters i made up), FLUFF

A/N: HERE IS PART TWO! I AM SO SSORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. LIFE IS HECTIC. I hope you enjoy, its short but sweet!

Request: can i request a poly ghostface fic where reader is getting bullied for being close friends with stu and billy and they comfort her (or them idc)?

Part One

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It had been about three months since you accidentally confessed to Billy and Stu. You remembered the morning after you did, the way the two were on the topic the second you woke up. Needless to say, while you were very confused and very embarrassed,  you were also very happy that they returned your feelings. Never in a million years did you think Billy and Stu would want to date you. You were shocked at how well they hid their relationship from you, and you facepalmed at all the obvious hints they liked you or had something going on now that you have hindsight. Their usual touchiness was multiplied by a thousand and so was their protectiveness.

You couldn't complain, you felt so happy now.

The alarm clock on your nightstand beeped annoyingly, waking you from your slumber. You moaned in complete tiredness, snuggling your face into Billy's back. Like most days, your parents were out of town so Stu and Billy got to stay the night. Every night it would be a snuggle mess, usually you each got to take turns being in the middle. Billy was currently in the middle, you were big spooning him, while Stu completely wrapped his limbs around the dark-haired male. You could feel one of his long legs was resting against your thigh.

"Mmmm... Stu, get the alarm." You mumbled. He was the closer one. You heard him speak, not making out any of the words. The alarm still beeped. "Stu...!"

"Alright!" He groaned and then the beeping subsided. It was once again a peaceful morning... until you felt the need to use the bathroom.

"Gotta get up guys." You heard them protest but they allowed you to climb over so you could get to the bathroom. The second you were gone the two opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"Tonights the night?" Stu asked.

"We just gotta hear it from them." Billy nodded.

"Isn't overhearing they are having a sleepover from whats-her-face enough?"

"No, we gotta be sure do we can get them both at the same time." Billy hissed. He was about to say more about their Ghostface plans but quickly shut his mouth when you came back into the room.

"We should probably get ready for school." You said with a yawn and a stretch. You grabbed a clean shirt and the pants you wore yesterday, changing in front of the boys without care. They begrudgingly got up from the bed and got dressed as well.

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"Tonights going to be so fun." Stu nudged Billy as the two girls who beat you three months ago passed them as they exited the school. Billy and Stu were let out 15 minutes early, as usual on Friday, and were intentionally waiting by the doors. They carefully followed behind the two to eavesdrop. "I can't believe your parents are letting us have access to their wine, Kristie. Are you sure its okay?"

"Suzzan, don't worry. My parents are totally cool with us drinking tonight." The two girls giggled and continued to their cars. "Plus even if they weren't, we are staying at their cabin they rarely ever use. They wouldn't miss a bottle or two missing." Your boys went straight to Billy's car, where they saw you approaching.

"Don't you two usually get out earlier today?" You asked with a growing smirk while shielding your eyes from the sun.

"Yea, we were just walking around, you know how jittery Stu gets, baby." Billy replied with own smirk.

"Ah, makes sense."

"Hey!" Stu pouted and crossed his arms. You laugh and give him a hug.

"It's all out of love." You peck his cheek before hopping into the front seat of the car. Stu rolled his eyes as he got into the back and Billy took his usual spot in the drivers seat. He back out of his spot and took off driving back to your house, one hand on the wheel and one resting on your thigh.

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Billy and Stu waited patiently for you to fall asleep. You three were finishing writing your essays for one of your classes to get it out of the way so you three can focus on relaxing on the weekend. It took a bit longer than you wanted, thanks to the boys attempts to distract you. It was almost 11:00 pm and you could feel your eyes drooping from exhaustion of having to think critically for this essay. You wrote the last line needed to make the conclusion solid and to meet the page count. You sighed loudly and gathered your papers and put away your pens before stretching.

"I think I will crawl to bed now guys." You yawned. "Sorry, I know you guys wanted to watch the original Halloween movie together but-"

"Don't even worry about it, (Y/N). We'll probably join you in a few." Stu grin and tapped his paper with his pen. "We aren't as smart as you."

"G'night if I fall asleep before you guys get done." You yawn again and head  to your room, feet shuffling against the floor. The duo left didn't say anything, but did look at each other with devious smirks.

Their plan was now in motion.

They waited about ten minutes after you went to lay down before the abandoned their essays on the kitchen table. With light steps, the two of them crept up to your room and Billy peaked into your room. He heard your steady, slow breaths coming from your form on the bed, barely illuminated from one of the street lamps outside. He slowly closed the door and gave a single nod to Stu. The two of them headed back downstairs and used the backdoor as it was quieter than the front. The two circled to Billy's car and grabbed their duffle bags from the trunk. Knowing that the car would be way too loud, the two decided to go through the woods, cutting down their walking travel time in half. After all, Kristie and Suzzan were staying in them somewhere, and luckily they had scoped out the place before tonight.

Before they approached the clearing where the cabin stood, the two dressed in their Ghostface outfits. Gripping the handles of their knives they split off, Billy taking the front door while Stu would go in first through the back door. The plan was to make it difficult for either girl to escape and they'll each take one out. Billy would make his appearance first and scaring the two into trying to go out the back, where Stu would be waiting.

Billy waited a minute or two by the front door to give Stu some time to pick the lock for the back door. He rolled his neck, the bones cracking, releasing tension that was there. After the two minutes were up he raised up his leg a kicked out against the door, splintering it open like how it happens in the movies. Shrill screams responded to the loud noise of the door being kicked open and Billy's eyes landed on the two girls sitting on the floor, two empty wine bottles were on the floor with them and some bags of half full chips were spilled on the ground.

"It's the Woodsboro killer!" Suzzan shrieked as her and Kristie scramble to their feet. They immediately took off running towards the backdoor. Billy heard them scream again, they must of ran into Stu waiting at the backdoor. The shorter male quickly stood in the hallway entrance, effectively keeping the two bullies between him and Stu. The two girls were looking frantically between the two serial killers with fear and tears in their eyes. They looked like hopeless prey, trapped by two apex predators.

"P-please! Don't kill us!" They both sobbed, clinging onto each other. Stu and Billy just cocked their heads to the side and took steps forwards, slowly and menacingly. Their grips on their knives tight and tense, ready to strike when the moment was right. "We didn't do anything!"

That phrase sent rage coursing through their bodies. Didn't do anything? They harmed you and that was punishable by death in their eyes. As if they could reach each others thoughts, Billy and Stu both reached out and grabbed one of the girls by their arm, ripping them away from each other. They both screamed and begged for their lives but all either one of the two could hear was the blood rushing in their bodies and their loud heartbeats.

"I'm gonna gut you like a fish." Billy snarled, a wicked grin on his face under the mask. Suzzan stared in horror before her face twisted into pure agony as Billy stabbed her side, slowly dragging the blade through her gut. Stu had a similar idea, although he stabbed Kristie straight in her lower abdomen before dragging the knife upwards until it hit her sternum bone. Tonight was going to be bloody, and their plans to pose their bodies made their killing even more thrilling.

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Billy and Stu quickly threw their duffle bags deep into the trunk of Loomis' car before quietly closing it. They stalked back to your houses backdoor and entered the house, excitement from taking care of your bullies still running through them.

"Quick check if there is blood on me." Stu turned on the hallway light and did a spin for Billy.

"Nope no blood." The dark haired male replied.

"Cool now let me check you." Billy rolled his eyes and also did a slow spin. "Hot as always." Stu smirked and pulled in his boyfriend by the hips for a quick and sloppy kiss. "Let's get back to, (Y/N). I definitely need some cuddles after tonight."

"You and me both." Billy turned off the hallway light and the two of them quietly returned to your room, stripping off their pants and shirts, leaving them in their boxers. Not caring how it was Stu's turn in the middle tonight, the two of them slipped into bed on either side of you. You were currently laying on your back, deep in sleep, not even stirring at the movement on either side of you. Stu curled himself around you, his head resting against yours, his arm resting just below your neck while one of his legs draped over yours. Billy laid his head on your chest, feeling calmer as he could hear your heart beating at a steady pace. His arm laid on your stomach and he kept his legs to themselves, although he couldn't help but allow one of his ankles to rest on yours.

Your warmth and presence helped calm the adrenaline in their systems and relax them close enough to almost falling asleep. You were their missing piece, their treasure, their lover. Every fiber in their beings felt the urge to always be near you and to protect you from the degenerates of life.

Even if that means killing for you.

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Taglist: @naniky @bugwritesstuff @sylum

[somewhat-crazy]

Assorted Hoodie Headcanons Pls?

Can be x reader, can just be random interactions with otherz, can be secret things he do alone. sfw- nsfw- all the same to me pick and choose my dude.

I'm bored and I'm harassing you with asks ✌️😗

brian is best boy

guys i just realized that we're probably the only people that think of a person when we see the word 'hoodie'

also i don't do nsfw but here's a massive smorgasbord of hcs. i ended up making it super long since i kept remembering more stuff im sorry-

he works out a ton, very fit physically. also he's tall and has really broad shoulders 0///0

as most people know, he is very quiet. tim brought up the idea of stuff like ASL and brian actually excels at it, often finding it more comfortable than speaking out loud

a bit of a father to toby and cody, tries his hardest to protect them, even if it means putting himself in danger

very good friends with EJ! they spend a lot of time talking about books, history, philosophy, psychology, and other honor-roll student stuff idk

IDK IF HE SUCKS AT COOKING OR EXCELS AT IT 😶

he loves loves loves back hugs. whether you're a friend or more, he adores back hugs and soft cuddles

has a super diverse music taste! can enjoy everything from classic rock to acoustic or lofi, classical, hip hop, occasionally modern pop, and everything in between! will 111% help you make music playlists since he has awesome taste

knows so much about everyone in the mansion since everyone (yes, even jeff) goes to him as a therapist since his advice is 💯💯💯

his smile- HIS SMILE. IT IS SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS AND JUST *incoherant sobbing noises*

misses all the hikes and walks he used to go on, and tries his best to go as often as possible when his schedule allows

he dorms with tim! they were put together when they first moved into the mansion, but they also have a cabin in the woods that they occasionally stay in

helped toby build a tree house hehe

he can play the guitar. definitely. both electric and acoustic and probably the ukelele too idk. HE HAS GUITAR VIBES DON'T ASK

rarely responds to texts, but when he does, he's being a gen z wannabe. be prepared for deez nuts, joe mama, and ligma jokes

he overheats at night so he doesn't sleep with a blanket, has a fan on, and usually the window open too (even in the winter, im sorry)

has a really comforting scent. a mix between pine, smoke, and cinnamon candles

OH YEA THAT REMINDS ME- he has so many pretty smelling candles that he lights every night or whenever he wants to relax

he's comfortable in his identity so if you bug him enough, he will put on cat ears or a maid dress just to humor you

goes around with earbuds in most days, music really calms him down and he finds it easier to focus with background noise (same tho 💅)

he's actually hilarious. can make straight face jokes out of the blue and he finds it really funny to mimic other people

got himself acrylic nails once and went around for a week with a high voice and acting like some teen girl from a 2010s disney teen drama

maybe this is me making weird associations in my brain again, but when i think about him i get the vibe of a field of pale purple wildflowers

okay i'll shut up now but seriously i love him so much i can't 😭

[peachyysugaa]

scream

― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

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[sweettodo]

Promiscuous.

⟿ Levi Ackerman x freader x Eren Jaeger

Includes : threesome, swearing, smut.

word count : 4,5k.

for 300 followers, i promised i would bless you all with a few stories. this was a tough plot to come up with b/c the age difference, but i always come thru :)). enjoy. thank you for 300 friends, readers, and fans. one more story on the way, hope you like !!

Being in the scouts wasn't necessarily all that bad, especially when you had all the strong, agile men to look at all day long.

You didn't bite your tongue, the gushy, teenage girl flirtatiousness that you bestowed upon not one, not two, but a good sum of the boys you worked and trained with every day. Most of whom were your closest friends, who put up with your promiscuousness. For the most part, they fed into it, reciprocating the behavior. But it couldn't be avoided that you took a special liking towards your Captain; Mr. Ackerman himself.

Call it unnatural, call it unusual, but you had a justification for liking him so much. If he said the right thing in the right context, your knees would be shaky and weak, for instance, when he demanded you to 'shut up' half-jokingly for fooling around with Connie too much. You left training that day with a waterfall between your legs, leaving you stunned for at least a week.

The ideas in your head were endless and slightly disturbing. There was no denying you were captivated by him, and he knew it.

Not to mention he took a fondness to you too...

Well, not how you quite anticipated him too. He just believed you were a capable scout, thus him taking you under his wing with your friends. Leaving aside your whorish comments. He took your ignorant attitude with a grain of salt, not allotting you the time of the day- which only made it more of a challenge to get what you yearned much for.

He would scoff, walk away and roll his eyes, reprimanding you on behaving yourself and acting your age. You were 19, you were acting your age, 'I could be worse,' you mumbled under your breath.

Being the species of girl who was drawn to a particular type of man, power play, that sharp attitude which one with a level head and a drop of common sense would take as a definite red flag, the type of man that would punish you for being horny or bratty- you could only dream- it was also clear you couldn't bluff and say that you didn't favor the infamous Eren Jaeger: the strong-willed, wild, dominant and overbearing youthful man. He could command you to get on your knees, and you would in a flash.

Alas, you would not be seeing the pearly gates with what went through your mind about the long-haired, tall, demanding man. On the plus side-unlike Levi- Eren enjoyed the attention you gave him, he played the game with you.

And he played the game good- you liked it.

On numerous occasions, you would be more than touchy with Eren, the little 'not so serious' back rub, or a hand on his thigh under the table to make him hot and bothered. And once or twice, the rare make-out session in an alleyway while your friends shopped or by the stable of horses one time when you were sixteen. Though the sexual tension grew once you turned eighteen when you two were less apt to get in trouble for your conduct- yet you never took it all the way, liking the idea of having him on his toes every time he saw you.

Anyways, today was different than most days, you all were honored with a few days of relaxing, sleeping in, and extra time to eat and shower with no training, or missions.

Appreciating the peace, you lay in your bed buried under the blankets half asleep, taking in the unusual time of relaxation. While nearing slumber again, you're rudely interrupted. A pounding on your door riddles throughout your body, frightening you half to death, you flinch, sitting up in an instant.

"Food! y/n." oh, it was Connie.

You untangle from the blankets, sauntering to your wardrobe, and pulling out a regular old white shirt with shorts. The heat was not something to take lightly around here, you could collapse and suffer from a heat stroke if you weren't careful, so you rolled up your shorts a little and slipped on shoes, taming your hair and heading out of your messy room towards the mess hall, eyes finding your friends and groggily plunging into the bench besides Eren and your other buddies, "sleep well?" Connie laughs, you scowl at him.

"Yea! I was dreamin' about you too! Too bad you ruined it, I was just getting to the good part."

Connie laughs and shakes his head, shoveling food down into his mouth, "I don't even wanna know what that dream was about." Jean grumbles, ruffling his hair to remove it from his clammy forehead; Jean was a difficult one to crack, he usually blushed and would cut your trifling demeanor right off at the knees, he was more for Mikasa's quiet and ethical personality.

"Shut it Kirstein- I do!" Connie protests, you wink at him.

"I'll tell you when I get you alone, how 'bout that Springer?"

Eren could be heard from your left, snorting, you glance over and see his arm raise and head towards your back, yanking your bra and snapping it back against your skin, you unleash an 'ouch' and attempt to reach back and rub the area, "White shirt with a red bra underneath? Who're you tryna' impress?" You shrug.

"Captain, of course."

"More like you dressed in the dark this morning." Eren bullies.

"Captain, what?" Connie and Sasha childishly roll and bounce around in their seats, bellowing laughter while you slowly turn around to face your boss, he reiterates one more time before you chuckle and scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking about how good my boss looks today," the words that roll off your tongue make The tense up and sigh in annoyance, beginning to walk away, you pout, tilting your head, "am I wrong?"

"Keep it up, y/n, I'll have you in a cell indefinitely if you continue this adolescent behavior." He doesn't look twice at you, leaving as quickly as he came. Halting your comments right as they came flying out of your mouth, he had to have been enjoying them! Perhaps a little.

Right as the man in charge begins to leave the hall, he stops, peers his head over to meet your eyes.

"-In chains." Your eyes widen, a perverted grin growing onto your face, looking left to right baffled, 'in chains?' gawking to see if any of your friends noticed the innuendo, but it seemed they were well absorbed in their own business.

But someone heard him.

"In chains?"

You look at Eren, he shared the same shock as you, you wriggle your eyebrows and nudge his side, "I'm not the only one who heard it, so maybe I'm not going crazy." You giggle, finishing your meal and gossiping amongst your friends until it was time to go.

To pass time during the day, you all wasted hours cleaning up to your captain's expectations, finally relieving yourselves for the rest of the evening before dinner; walking down the streets of your town, stopping at the shops down the gravel streets. While everyone talks, your head is elsewhere; replaying that remark Levi made about the chains, borderline obsessing over it- rightfully so.

When he said the word 'chains', you instantly recalled the context behind his innuendo, unless you were going insane, but you had made a joke- your first endeavor at flirting with your boss, mentioning to him using the same chains he used on Eren in court a few years back, your friends condemning your extraverted behavior on the spot; when to no avail, Levi did not feed into that well, sending you to isolation shortly after. And then to Erwin's office to explain yourself... in front of him, Commander Hange, and Levi. Nonetheless, it didn't stop you from toying with the man.

You were somewhat... wild.

Enjoying the rest of your stress-free hours, you spend the evening sitting comfortably in the large common area after dinner; all of you except Eren, who didn't appear at dinner either. God knows where he was.

You lounge beside Armin and Jean, your head on Jean's shoulder per-usual.

"Jean, has Mikasa told you how good you look today?" You hum, his face is instantly soaked up in a rosy flush as he throws his hands over his ears to block your weird comments from reaching his ears, "Mikasa?" you quirk an eyebrow.

"Don't be absurd, y/n" she laughs, "Jean, don't listen to her."

"Jean, you look extra good today," you lean over closer to him, "just thought I'd tell ya'."

"Yeah, yeah." He cracks a small smile, you pat his shoulder then fall back into your seat.

"Awh- c'mon Kirstein, you know I-"

"Y/n, Captain needs to see you..." Eren's voice interrupts the chatting, his head peers into the room, you and your friends falling silent.

"You're probably in trouble again." Armin sighs disappointingly. You promptly stand, "good luck." dragging your feet towards your supposed 'escort', Meeting Eren at the door frame of the corridor, his hands stuffed in his pockets with a deadpan look, watching you begin to take lead ahead of him, "how do you know Levi wants to see me?" You question, examining him whilst walking through the hallways, up the stairs, and around the corner, a few feet away from your Captain's headquarters.

"We talked."

With an uncertain look on your face, churning with turmoil, Eren is knocking once, then twice before pushing open the engraved wooden door, 'Captain didn't even ask who it was at the door-' you furrow your eyebrows, his hand on your back, quickly whisking you into the large room, abruptly stopping in front of his desk.

Your feet are glued to the floor while Eren is closing the door. Levi stands there, propped up against his desk with his arms crossed. The room was eerily silent, you were becoming slightly intimidated. Do you stand? Talk? Sit?

The silence was unbearable.

"Do you need me-"

"I'm fed up, with your manner, cadet." Levi interrupts.

"If I may- Captain," He nods for you to proceed, "why is Eren here?" Captain was very much capable of taking care of reprimanding you on his own, you were almost irritated that Eren was lingering behind you, feeling his eyes burning voids in the back of your head, disrespectfully.

"Isn't that what you want?" Eyes doubling in size, you swerve your head to attempt and get a view of Eren, but Levi halts you once more, treading closer to you so you can look at him, "you don't need to look at Eren."

"I- I don't quite understand."

No one says anything. The air is now thick, more difficult to swallow for oxygen, you were entirely thrown off track with the way he was speaking to you, the way he was looking at you made you want to make a run for it, "Cat got your tongue? Y/n?" Chills rake up and down your body when you feel Eren's breath on your neck, sending your head flying behind you to see the blue-eyed devil almost pressed against your back, you look back at Levi frantically.

"Sit."

Without pause, your ass is planted into one of his chairs, "why aren't you being stubborn? Where's that attitude that constantly gets you into trouble?" Feeling as if you're shrinking, the two men are overlooking you, "go on."

"I- well,"

"She has nothing to say for herself, Cap." Eren looks at Levi, "told you she was all talk." He jabs, were you dreaming?

Your heart thumped out of your chest, you never dreamed of Levi taking it this far, especially when he was so professional... "y/n," Levi's finger touches underneath your chin, raising your head to look at the two men, "always teasing me when you do the same to Eren, so slutty, don't you think, cadet?"

Your mouth drops open at his use of words, finally- the game caught up to you, and you were facing the repercussions, "don't be all shy now."

"I'm not-"

"Then if you're not shy, get on your knees and show us how much you’ve wanted us.”

You hesitate to move, but eventually find yourself slowly sliding out of the chair and onto your knees, "not in my office, go in my room." Eren grabs your arm, walking towards his adjoining room, Levi opens the door and permits you to be ushered in by both him and Eren; Eren grabs you by the hair and directs you back onto your knees in front of your captain's bed, "she's so compliant now that she knows we aren't joking anymore," Levi scoffs, standing behind you while Eren is unbuttoning his jeans right in front of your eyes, a combination of anxiousness and warmth growing in the pit of your gut, looking up at him through your eyelashes, licking across your bottom lip hungrily.

"Be a good girl and open for Eren," Levi bunches up your hair from behind, removing it from around your face.

"Yes sir."

Sticking out your tongue, you try to relax your throat once seeing the size of the man, Levi's grip on your hair prevents you from getting a good look at it before his cock is nudging gently into your mouth, down your tongue, and to the back of your throat, fastening your lips around the base of his cock whilst swirling your tongue when he pulls out of your throat, groaning when your tongue works him with ease.

"So good," He hums, grabbing the sides of your face, Levi drops your hair from his hold so Eren can pick up his pace, using his hands to guide you; gagging and choking while he fucks your throat, saliva dripping down your chin, at the verge of tears, you take his length as far as you can manage. Eren grunting and huffing; only throbbing more when he sees the little tears drip down your cheeks. He heaves out of you, your tongue lolled out while strings of spit follow his cock, the men are astonished at the sight of you gasping for air, but they weren't going to tell you that.

"Are you gonna be good for me and our captain, princess?" Eren crouches down to meet your eyes, clever smile on his face, you nod and he stands you up by your armpit.

You had virtually no control over yourself, they were moving you to where they saw fit; right on your hands and knees into the soft plush sheets, "what do you want, y/n?" you listen from behind you, your head is yanked backward, Levi is there, his free hand wrapped around your jugular loosely, his shirt unbuttoned.

"I want you both to fuck me," you gasp out, they both snicker at you.

"Too easy, way too easy, such a fuckin' whore, imagine wanting both of us," Eren taunts, snatching your shorts down to your knees and lifting your shirt to grab onto the thin waistband of your underwear, "you want Jean to fuck you too? Got any other favorites?" Levi shoves you back onto the mattress, your arms catching you while Levi continues to remove your shorts from your knees, tossing them on the floor, rough hands caressing and pulling apart your ass, both men watch your panties slip in the separated cave of your ass, Eren pulling off your shirt and unclasping your bra.

"N-o, only you guys."

"Who do you want more? Me or your other little fucktoy?" Levi sneers, moving to your front, once again lifting you by your chin, keeping you still while Eren rubs his fingers against the soaked cloth. Pulling upwards against your cunt, the pressure making your clit spasm and scream for the touch of his actual fingers, looking desperate and hungry at your captain.

"I- I can't choose."

Your chest rising and falling, Eren is finally relieving you from your panties, fingers instantly meeting your folds and slipping past your entrance with his two fingers, you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, knuckles curving downwards to hook into you and find your sweet spots.

"Well aren't you lucky, you get both of us, even though you don't deserve it," Your captain smirks, getting on his knees, fiddling with the button of his slacks, zipping them down and pushing them past his thighs, "I think she needs to beg for it." He looks at Eren, his erection making itself known from beneath his boxers, fingers quickly scissoring the roots of your hair while he frees himself from his constraints.

"I wanna be your slut- please make me cum." They smile, pleased with your submissiveness.

Cock spilling with precum, he scooches towards your salivating mouth and holds your level to his cock, centimeters away, "so fuckin' wet, can't say I'm surprised you get off to this." Eren's tip rubbing between your folds, collecting the slick that was seeping from your hungry pussy. He pushes into you while Levi is pushing into your mouth, both holes becoming occupied by their pulsating cocks; they longed to fill you up, the torturous teasing you put them through the second you turned eighteen was bound to make them snap- you didn't know what you expected, to be honest, you asked for this.

Eren fucks you slow, savoring the feeling of you clench and suck him in further, pussy stretching from the sheer size of him, veins from the base of his cock hitting and rubbing against the very nerves that were screaming for him to go faster.

Levi fucks deep into your throat, he was about Eren's size, perhaps a little thinner, but he was no match for your throat, choking up the spit from past your throat to lube his cock further. You bring your hand up to assist you, twisting your hand back and forth- up and down while you stimulated his sensitive tip with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks to suck him back in and repeat.

He was becoming unkempt, his mouth ajar with little moans slipping past his lips, hair dangling in front of the sides of his face while his hips bucked back and forth into the depths of your cave.

"My God, so wet."

You moaned against Levi's cock, Eren speeding up and reaching your cervix, your juices slushing and pussy squeaking while he stretches you out. When his hips connected to your backside, you only want to shrivel up more from the pace he was hitting the hole of your tight cervix. Initially, it hurt, but almost instantly it began to feel pleasurable for both you and Eren, he was reaching great lengths inside of you. He's always wanted to fuck you; almost disappointed in himself that he didn't do this before.

"Taking me so well, I can barely fit," he grunts, "you like my cock y/n? Isn't this what you wanted with your bullshit teasing?" he smacks your ass, crying out, his hips jutting back and forth against you mercilessly, sending jolts into every bone of your body.

He slaps you again, your right ass cheeks burning and tingling from the strength of his slap, "fuckin' slut, better be quiet."

Levi pulls out of your throat, finally able to audible out the loud weeps and cries, he throws his hand over your mouth, "shut up before you get us caught."

"Fuck, Eren!" you wail, ignoring Levis commands, gasps and moans fly around the room, his cock filling you perfectly to the point where you felt like you were made to shape him.

"Open." his hand is forcing your jaw open, sticking your panties into your mouth to silence you. You cry into the fabric, the coil twirling up in your stomach, clenching your walls while he drills into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, sending you into a frenzy.

Levi fists his cock for the time being while Eren is chasing his orgasm, knocking into you- inching you towards your orgasm. The back of your head tingling, your pussy twitching, and your stomach tightening, the room spiraling around you while you drop your head into the mattress, eyes screwed shut; Eren tearing an earth-shattering orgasm out of your body.

You see stars and a bright white consumes you, hands reaching to grasp anything, finding Levi's bicep and digging your nails into his skin for support while Eren's cock bathes in your cum, his hands pressing into the small of your back, "'boutta cum, right in this pretty little pussy." He spits, pinning your back to a better arch, you cry into the sheets when Erens thrusts loosen a little, sporadic and stabbing thrusts until he's panting and dumping a large load of his seed into your cunt, letting out moans and swears of approval. Your body convulsing, wanting to collapse.

Erin's lightheaded, dizzy and sweating, little bangs and baby hairs sticking to his soaked face, watching your cum drip down your thighs, the wetness from your pussy which had soaked his stomach, it was a fucking mess.

Everywhere.

He pulls out of you, your cream coating his cock; snatching a shirt and wiping himself clean, hiking up his boxers, "you're not done. On your back, now."

Without warning nor regard, you're pushed forward into Levi's hands by Eren to get you moving quicker; you slide onto your back, Levi takes charge and steps off the bed, hauling you by the thighs until you're at the edge of the bed, Levi pressing his hands under your thighs, holding them up and letting his cock slap against your cum-filled cunt, biting onto his bottom lip, teasing his cock into you.

He leans down, taking out the pair of underwear from your mouth, "keep quiet, understood?"

Quickly nodding and bracing yourself, happy to feel warm again.

"Did Eren fill you good?" he asks calmly, you nod.

"Yes- Levi."

Levi halts mid-thrust, peeved look on his face, "yes what, y/n?" you swallow hard, throat dry from the cloth.

"Y-yes Captain, he did." You mewl, he nods once before finishing his thrust.

"This pussy is so tight, even after he stretched you out like this?" he huffs, head dipped down- eyes filed to your pussy sucking in his cock so well; hair flopping back and forth, "I told you I was gonna do something about that mouth of yours, didn't I?"

"Y-you did, sir." You wail.

Levi didn't hold back, each of his sharp thrusts made you more tender inside, little cries fall from your swollen lips while Eren sits beside your head, big arm reaching over your face and kneading your boob, he watches them bounce slightly as Levi ruts into you. Rolling your hard erected nipple in between his fingers, "look at that face, are you gonna cum again?" you look up at Eren, who wears a smug look on his face, "are you gonna cum on Captain's cock, y/n?" you whine, trying to remain quieter under your Captain's directions.

"Gonna-" Eren's hand moves once more- over towards your clit.

This was the first time tonight you had felt this overstimulation, hissing in air and biting onto the skin of your lip, hand grasping Eren's wrist as he swirls little- yet strong circles into your clit, your mouth slacks open, “please! Feels so-" another burst of spasms erupting, thighs shaking and clenching around Levi's waist, "f-fuck me- Fuck me harder Captain, please!" You cry, walls convulsing, cum seeping out of you, down your ass and the base of his cock while he fucks you silly, Eren bringing you that much closer to a euphoric feeling again as he rubs your spasming clit.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?" Levi pants, cockhead rubbing against your sensitive and exhausted g-spot.

"Who can fuck you better?" Unable to audible, Eren moves faster around your num.

"Don't disobey our Captain, pretty girl- use your words." Screwing your eyes shut, the two men await your answer.

"I-I don't know- Ah!" Your back arches, core tightening for the second time tonight- body shaking as the following orgasm sends you over the moon, Eren's hand smacked over your mouth, you wail into his hand, Levi pins your legs open, leaning down to fuck into you harder, thrashing into your guts, pussy gushing around him until he is groaning and throwing his head back while he slams into you, his stomach nearly slapping against Eren's fingers, his dick twitching. His cheeks rosy and his muscles flexed.

"Fuck, so good- so tight- keep squeezing-" he breathes.

You're dazed from the rocking of his hips, he slows, catching his breath while he releases, coating your bruised walls with his cum. Your body left empty and quivering as Levi is slipping out of your cunt, Eren handing him the same shirt he used to wipe himself off with; your captain retrieving it and cleaning the amount of cum that was left on his softening dick, moving to you and carefully wiping the inside of your thighs and beaten cunt.

Catching your breath, Levi is picking his boxers up from the floor and pulling them up along with his pants, “don’t stay there forever, my sheets need to be switched.” He states, Eren reaches for your hand and helps you sit up, putting his shirt over your head and you slip through the arms, feet meeting the cold wooden floor, you attempt to stand, your knees buckling, Eren grabs you by the tricep before you land on the floor and sits you back on the bed.

“I think it would look suspicious if I carried you out of here, can you walk?”

You nod, “yeah.”

Standing again, you're able to succeed, reaching for your underwear, Eren already had it swinging around his index finger, “I’ll hold onto these.”

With no willpower to object, you just pull up your shorts and pick up your shoes.

“Walk her back, Jaeger, don't do anything stupid.”

You and Eren both leave your Captain’s office quietly, the hall empty and empty, you and he slowly walk back, you laughed at the thought about how it would be a tough one to explain why Eren was shirtless and you were- quite obviously- wearing his shirt while he holds your stained shirt in his hand.

With great luck, you and he make it without running into anyone, reaching your door, you and him enter and you shut the door behind him.

“Here’s your shirt.”

He watches you as you throw off his shirt, tossing it to him and opening a drawer, and grabbing one of your own.

Before you realize it.

“Uhm, Eren, I forgot my bra.” Glancing down at your bare chest, Eren shrugs it off and laughs.

“Captain wanted to keep something too, princess.”

[mistydear]

if i had your love, that'd be enough

cordelia x reader

summary: classic reader is drunk and confesses their feelings

w/c: 6k

notes: gender neutral pronouns for reader, minor talk of dysphoria and binding, alcohol, swearing, title from sunshine sometimes by bedouine

“I’m not fucking wearing that,” you say when Madison holds up the skimpiest, black sequined dress you’ve ever seen.

“Yes, you are, bitch,” she shoots back, tossing it at you. Reluctantly, you catch it and then drop it as pointedly as you can, letting it crumple on the wood floor of her and Zoe's bedroom. You’ve only barely agreed to go out tonight, so wearing a dress is way past your emotional limit.

“Bitch is feminine, dumbass,” Zoe snaps at Madison from her bed, her arms crossed over her chest. She, Madison, and Coco are already dressed and ready, and Queenie and Mallory are meeting them downstairs in 15 minutes which—according to Madison—is barely enough time to get you spruced and presentable for the club.

“Bitch is gender neutral,” she scoffs back bitterly, and Coco looks up from her phone next to Zoe, pondering its usage for a moment before nodding.

“She's not wrong,” she offers carelessly, bracelets clanking on her wrist as she dangles her phone over her knee. Her makeup is smoky and dark like Madison's, and she looks effortlessly elegant as usual. It’s something you know bothers Madison who is constantly fighting to look as desirable as possible. Zoe gives you a pleading, apologetic look that you shrug at.

“I don't mind it,” you confirm. Madison quickly ha’s and folds her arms across herself smugly. You roll your eyes. Though Madison may be a fucking asshole, she’s never misgendered you.

“What are you gonna wear?” Zoe asks then, changing the subject, and you chew your lip. You don’t own a single dress, and you don’t own anything in between too casual and too formal either. Going clubbing isn’t something that you do. Seeing your hesitation, Madison groans and grabs your wrist with deceivingly strong fingers as she drags you to your room to dig through your closet.

Really, you’d rather just stay in. Up until recently, on nights like these you and Cordelia would be in the greenhouse tinkering with potions or reading dusty spellbooks. You’d been at the academy over a year now, but the two of you hadn’t started spending time together until about six months ago when you began showing real talent in green magic. During a lesson with Misty, you brought a withered plant back to life, and Cordelia took notice. She’d been leaning against the doorframe, there to do a little work before she went to bed, and ended up watching your powers blossom instead. She was already close with Misty, so she wasted no time coming up to the both of you, her hand on Misty’s back as she praised you.

“Your lessons are coming along nicely, Y/N.”

“I didn’t teach ‘em that, Miss Cordelia,” Misty admitted, and then they looked at you with curious wonder. You shied away from it, nervous as if you’d done something wrong. Cordelia gave you that soft smile she used so much and hummed, thoughtful and quiet.

That’s when your private lessons with her began. At first it was once a week in the greenhouse, but it quickly evolved to almost every night after dinner when the two of you were already so tired from the day. She would run a slender finger along lines of Latin, reciting them slowly and carefully so that you could follow. You’d stumble, and she would smile, small and soft and just for you. Try again, sweetheart. She’d say. You’re almost there. Then she’d ask you about your day when you got too frustrated to go again, growing flowers around her as you talked.

“Alright...” Madison sighs, looking over her handiwork. You look at yourself in the mirror, pleasantly surprised.

“Not bad,” you say so as not to inflate her ego too much, tugging on the collar of the cream silk button down she picked out for you.

“Well, you don’t own a single fucking dress,” she complains, cocking her head at you, assessing you. “It’s the best I could do.”

“Yeah, that’s on purpose,” you mutter, turning to admire the pants you hadn’t worn in ages. They’re burgundy and patterned with flowers, and you haven’t gotten a chance to wear them once since you’ve been at Miss Robichaux’s. You look good, actually, and you run your hand down your chest, sizing up your hips and stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“You look good,” Madison comments absently, scrolling through her phone, and you feel a wave of warmth surge through you. You’re wearing a new binder tonight, and it may or may not be a size smaller than you should be wearing, but it looks so fucking good you almost want to cry. Madison knows how heavily the compliment hits you even though she said it casually enough to be brushed off by anyone else. Her eyes flutter from you to her phone then back again, and she shifts uncomfortably, uneasy with the energy she created. “Come on. They’re waiting.”

You follow in a daze, bounding down the stairs with her. Though you aren’t sure how she could possibly run so quickly in those heels. The rest of them are waiting in the entryway. Coco’s calling an uber, and Zoe’s grinning at you in a flowing pink dress that rests just above her knees.

“Jesus, Y/N, you look great,” she says, brushing her long hair behind her ear, sparkles shining on her eyelids.

“Who knew you cleaned up so good,” Mallory teases, coming up and hugging you, the same sparkles littering her cheeks. She looks like an embodiment of springtime, and your eyes catch the shine of her necklaces as they sway. Mallory is one of the first people you befriended here, and she knows things about you not even Zoe does. Namely, your feelings for Cordelia which you let slip one wine soaked evening. She’s never let you live it down. You squeeze her back, suppressing the grin threatening to tighten your cheeks. They all look so beautiful, and their compliments make you feel so warm and close and welcome.

“Queenie, did you talk to Cordelia?” Coco asks, glancing up from her phone. Queenie’s in skin tight leather pants and a silky blue blouse, and you know she’s already taken a few pre-game shots by the shine in her eyes. Though you perk up at Cordelia’s name, looking over as your chest seizes up, overwhelmed by the sudden desire for her to see you like this.

You aren’t quite sure when your feelings for Cordelia tipped over into dangerous territory. When you first met, you were instantly struck by the power that radiated off her. You could feel it all the way down to your bones, the way she pulled you in, irresistible, inevitable. It intimidated you and fascinated you, and you were enthralled. But it wasn’t until the first time the two of you were on dish duty together that her perfume drifted to your nose, shoulders brushing. Her eyes shone right into yours. Her smile slipped between your ribs like hot coffee, and you were drowning. And now you can’t help but want her to feel the same way when she sees you.

Later, when you got to know her more, her sense of humor lit your face like a sunrise. You loved making her laugh, loved the way it rolled through her and spilled over her lips like honey. It’s bafflingly easy to talk to her, easy to tease her, easy to listen to her. You didn’t realize how much trouble you were in until she smiled at you in passing one day and you found yourself wanting to press her against the wall, to hear her gasp, to taste her lips.

Then at the beginning of the week you were in the greenhouse together, and she asked you to think of a feeling, to hold it and harness it and let your magic take you where it wants with it. It was unusual in its ambiguity and signaled a transition into a different level of power that unnerved you. Not because you felt you were incapable. No, Cordelia Goode is Headmistress of Miss Robichaux’s and Supreme of this coven, and you’ve become so paranoid about her discovering your little crush that you’ve even tried not to think too loudly. Now you feared that if you were to let go like she asked then your magic would do all the talking for you.

“It’s not a test,” she reassures with an easy smile, sensing your hesitation. “I’m just curious to see how much your magic’s grown. I think you’re holding out on me,” she teases, and you swallow, shifting your bare feet on the cold stool. Cordelia has her legs crossed, hands delicately in her lap with posture that would put you to shame.

“Why would I do that?” you ask as Cordelia’s eyes narrow briefly, piercing you. You’re teasing, but only partly. Mostly, you’re just nervous.

“You tell me, sweetheart,” she counters, a smile pulling at her lips. You swallow, trying to pinpoint when she started calling you that, when your legs started feeling like jelly when she looked at you like that. You take a deep breath and don’t answer, closing your eyes instead.

“I don’t know what to focus on,” you begrudgingly admit.

“Try a person,” she suggests. “One of the girls.” You choose to focus on your friendship with Mallory and the teasing, easygoing closeness you two had fostered, letting your magic well up and take over. “Good,” Cordelia breaths, and you don’t dare open your eyes, but the breathy praise sends a shiver down your spine. In an instant, your mind derails. Cordelia’s hands come to mind, the way her fingers brush your back when you’re crushing herbs, the laugh in her voice at your dumb jokes, the pink of her lips, the hollow of her throat. You feel something sharpen and come to a close inside you, and your eyes shoot open.

“What happened?” you ask breathless and worried. Cordelia startles at your panic, and you notice her face is flushed all the way from the tops of her cheeks to her jaw. Her gaze travels to the table, and you follow it to find the previously empty pots sprouting vibrant yellow, orange, and red tulips.

“You grew them,” she says. Her voice is hoarse, embarrassed, and for the first time since you’ve known her she struggles to meet your eyes. “They cycled through colors. It was—” She clears her throat. “It was quite the sight.” There’s something she isn’t saying. You can feel it, but you’re too afraid to push it, not when she can’t look at you for more than a moment.

“So did I pass?” you ask, hoping to diffuse the tension. She scoffs, a faint smile on her lips as she shakes her head wearily.

It isn’t until late that night when you’re lying in bed that you remember flowers have meanings. And it only takes you another second to remember Cordelia’s remarkable botanical abilities. Fear floods through you as you remember her expression, and you grab your phone, opening google through the blinding haze of light. Yellow represents happiness, cheerfulness, and hope. Okay, perfect. That’s good. Orange is understanding and appreciation. Yep, fine, you can deal with that. That’s normal to feel for a friend, a mentor. Red is passion, love, and lust. You nearly choke as you turn over on your stomach, your heart pounding in the darkness. Fuck. Oh fuck. No wonder she blushed so hard. You feel like an absolute idiot. That was her moment to say something, to return your feelings. And she didn’t.

You were devastated. And when you finally worked up the courage to tell Mallory a couple days later, you horrified yourself by crying.

“I didn’t know you liked her that much,” she says quietly, rubbing the top of your arm.

“I didn’t either,” you say, wiping your eyes. It’s part of the reason you didn’t want to go out tonight. You were still wallowing by Friday, having avoided all of Cordelia’s private lessons that week. Still, Mallory insisted. She wanted you to have some fun, so, reluctantly, you agreed. And now you’re standing in the entryway trying not to imagine Cordelia walking in to tell you all to be safe tonight and stopping when she sees you. Looking at you the way you want her too. Not hungry. Just needy.

“Yeah, she’s good. Misty’s staying in too, so they can handle the girls,” Queenie responds to Coco, and you swallow, thinking of her and Misty watching over the younger witches together while you’re out getting drunk. Part of you feels guilty for that. The other part of you wants Cordelia to come with you, to drink with you, to dance with you, sweaty and hazy and closer than ever. You want the excuse to lean into her, to hold her steady and ask her if you could buy her another drink over the pounding music and dim lights.

“Car’s here,” Coco calls, and then you’re being dragged out the front door into an Uber before you can say wait.

. . .

The six of you stumble in the front door sometime after last call. Things get a bit blurry between your last drink and the moment you slip off your shoes by the stairs. Zoe can’t handle her liquor, so you vaguely register Coco saying she’s putting her to bed. Meanwhile Madison stumbles against the banister and laughs. She smells like cigarettes, and her dress is ridden up to the tops of her thighs, and you know she’s blacked out but her makeup isn’t even smudged so it’s a little deceiving.

“I’m never letting you live that down,” she laughs breathlessly at you, hands pressed to her knees. You’re confused, and your vision doubles, and Queenie’s pulling her up the stairs.

“Go to bed, bitch,” she instructs, then turns back to you. “Girl ain’t gonna remember shit tomorrow,” she says as if it’s supposed to be reassuring.

“I don’t think Y/N remembers shit,” Mallory teases next to you, bumping your shoulder. Queenie snorts and shakes her head, and then it’s just you two in the entryway. “Come on let’s get some water,” she says, leading you to the kitchen. You stumble over your feet and laugh as you drape yourself over her shoulder.

“I’m not thirsty,” you whine, the room spinning. “Wait. Mal, I gotta show you. Th’ flowers. She kept them.” You break away from her, meandering to the greenhouse and hoping she’ll follow.

“Babe, I took you out to get your mind off Cordelia,” she groans, trailing after you. You stop, turning to her. You intend to poke her in the chest, but you miss and get her shoulder.

“‘M drunk. What d’you expect?” Mallory raises her brow, amused. You grin and then waver back, and Mallory grabs your elbow to steady you.

“Alright, you sappy dumbass. You can show me as long as you promise to drink some water afterwards.” You smirk and hold out your pinky. As soon as Mallory takes it in hers, you make a show of crossing the fingers on your other hand. Mallory looks offended and tries to pull you closer by your pinky. Unsteady, you slip from her grasp and run to the greenhouse. She calls out for you, laughing, and then you’re both running, your socks sliding on the floor as you round the corner to the greenhouse. One wrong step, and then your ass is hitting the ground hard, your wrist following quickly after. The thump reverberates through you, and you curse, groaning as you roll to your side. Mallory gasps and then laughs when she sees you.

“Oh fuck off,” you slur. The two of you make eye contact for a long second before you both burst out laughing harder than before. Mallory doubles over, and you’re wheezing wonderful, soundless laughs, and then bare feet are padding towards you.

“What are you two doin’?” Misty groans, rubbing her eye, hair mussed from sleep. “It’s near three.” You contain yourselves for a moment—but only barely—as you look at Misty. “Are y’all drunk?” Mallory sputters, and then you’re laughing again, big belly laughs that have you struggling to catch your breath.

“I’m sorry, Misty, did we wake you?” Mallory asks, stepping forward. She grabs you under your arm and pulls you to your feet. The room twirls, and you grasp at Mallory as you both sway like rafts in a storm. Misty’s bedroom is just down the hall from the greenhouse. It was one she insisted on when she moved in. Not that Cordelia would dare make her bunk with anyone anyway. She tends to favor the older residents in that way. Still, you can’t help thinking Misty might be getting some special treatment. It makes you unreasonably jealous anytime you think about it, but right now it just makes you sad.

“What d’you think?” Misty asks back, not harshly but she’s clearly annoyed. “Go to bed.”

“Can’t. I need a flower,” you say, moving out of Mallory’s grasp. Everything feels fuzzy and distant. You brush past Misty who looks baffled, and they both follow you. You blink hard, swallowing as you look around for those bright yellows, oranges, and reds. You spot them on Cordelia’s workbench. They’d been moved since you were last here at the beginning of the week. They’d been… “She repotted them.”

“‘Course she did. You made ‘em,” Misty says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You approach them like they aren’t real, like they’re a mirage. It’s a lovely pot, a deep dark blue that draws you in. Misty’s comment confuses you, but you don’t have the capacity to think about it right now. You pick up the pot gingerly, like it would shatter in your hands. Your wrist burns from the fall.

“See?” you ask, turning to Mallory. There’s an emotion in your voice you’re too drunk to name. And she just stares back at you like she can see it, like she can name it.

“What are you three doing here so late?” a voice asks from the doorway, and you look past Mallory to find Cordelia in a long silky robe with her arms wrapped tight around her middle. She looks tired, her hair falling unmade over her shoulders. The warm, soft sight of her makes your chest tighten.

“These two woke me up with their drunken ruckus,” Misty drawls. Cordelia sighs, and even trashed you’re smart enough to look sheepish.

“Go back to bed, Misty,” Cordelia instructs with a gentle hand on her bare shoulder. You zero in on the motion like it’s a betrayal. Logically, it’s not, but when you’re drunk everything feels more pointed. She obeys with a grudging goodnight, and then Cordelia steps in next to Mallory. “Did you all just get home?” she asks without looking at you. Mallory nods.

“Coco’s putting Zoe to bed. Pretty sure Queenie and Madison are already there,” she informs her.

“Good. I’ll take it from here. Get some sleep,” Cordelia coaxes, her voice firm but caring. Mallory looks to you. She doesn’t say anything, but the question is clear. Are you okay being left alone with Cordelia while you’re drunk? You nod even though part of you wants to panic and run because your walls are so incredibly thin when you’re like this.

“See you for breakfast, dumbass,” she says with a smile, and you smile back, holding the flower pot tighter in your arms.

“Night, idiot,” you reply, and Mallory smirks before turning and leaving the greenhouse. The silence in the wake of her absence is deafening, and it takes you a moment to meet Cordelia’s eyes. You’ve sort of been avoiding her all week, and you both can feel it between you now. “Hi,” you say like an absolute fool.

“Hi,” Cordelia says back. She’s not smiling, but her voice lilts like she wants to. “Come to the kitchen with me?” She cocks her head toward the hallway, and you nod once, too quickly, and follow her.

You don’t realize you still have the pot in your arms until you’re setting it down on the counter. Time seems to be moving in leaps and bounds, and you wonder how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow. Hopefully all of it.

“Like the pot,” you comment as Cordelia picks up a glass of water on the table.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” she says, her eyes flitting over the tulips. “Wish you could have seen it sooner.” She’s commenting on your absence this week, and you wish you could stop your mouth before you say…

“Miss me?”

“Yeah,” she replies automatically. The hoarseness of her voice strikes you, and you meet her eyes. “I did,” she finishes more strongly. There’s a beat where she says nothing, and then she snaps out of it, masks whatever she was feeling. “You should drink some water.” You groan and drape yourself over the island. You’re not good at taking orders while you’re sober let alone while you’re wasted. And it isn’t that you don’t like being taken care of. In fact, if it were Cordelia, you’d be more than happy letting her take over. It’s just that you feel so patronized. You know you’re vulnerable right now, but more importantly Cordelia knows it too.

“I’m fine,” you drawl, turning to the wine rack behind you and grabbing a bottle by the neck. It’s sloppy and loose, and in the time it takes you to grab a corkscrew from the drawer, Cordelia is inexplicably at your side.

“Absolutely not,” she says, her voice low and only vaguely firm as she puts the bottle back. You’re about to tell her she can’t control you—mostly out of petty defiance—when she sees what you’re about to say and stops you with nothing but her eyes. “That is a $50 vintage. If you insist on drinking at this hour in your state, at least stick with a blend.” She pulls another bottle from the rack, something cheap and red and fruity, and sets it decisively on the counter. “And I don’t trust you with that,” she says, now definitely teasing as she takes the corkscrew from you and opens the bottle. You sway against her steady frame, and the pounding of your heart sobers you a few degrees.

“Do you hate me?” Your voice comes out quiet and soft, and Cordelia’s face is appalled and concerned when she turns her head to you. You shrink from it, afraid, and she turns her body to face you, hip against the counter.

“Why would you ever think that?” She’s sad now, and you swallow down the lump in your throat as you scratch at the back of your neck.

“The flowers,” you choke, looking at them on the counter. Cordelia follows your gaze. When she turns back to you, her cheeks are flushed again. She almost looks mournful, and you hate the way it twists her brows and dulls her eyes.

“I could never hate you. Never,” she says with a firm shake of her head. She doubles in front of you, and you blink and swallow, unable to process the depth of her emotions. So, you drink, grabbing the bottle by the neck and taking a long swig. “Jesus Christ, Y/N,” she sighs as you lick your lips and smirk.

“My bottle now,” you say, setting it back on the counter.

“Astute observation,” Cordelia comments, but there’s a small smile on her lips. “Though I wouldn’t say that in front of Madison. She might spit in it right back.” The realization depresses you because she’s absolutely right, and you groan, pressing your palms into the counter. Your wrist twinges, and you hiss.

“Forgot about that,” you mumble, and Cordelia frowns, gently grabbing your arm. She prods and you yelp and she apologizes, her fingers so soft and gentle across your skin.

“Is that the thump I heard earlier?” she asks, looking at you over long lashes. You bite your lip, and she hums. “You should ice this.”

“Are we still friends?” You ask because you can’t not anymore. The question’s been burning in you since you grew those damned tulips, and now it slips past your loosened lips.

“What?” Cordelia almost laughs, but it’s more of a horrified scoff. She keeps her grip on your forearm, one thumb digging into the top of your hand. You can smell her flowery perfume, and it makes you drowsy all of a sudden.

“I mean, is it weird? Now. Like…” you choke and stop, tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N, honey,” Cordelia sighs, stepping impossibly closer to you, raising a hand to brush across your cheek. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, and Cordelia’s gentle, pleading look makes you want to melt right into her. “What are you talking about?” Feeling suffocated, your mind buzzing with static, you take a step back.

“Mal said I shouldn’t say this when’m drunk, an’ I think she’s right,” you ramble, running fingers through your hair, trying to get ahold of yourself. Cordelia pales in the kitchen light, and she wraps her arms around herself. It isn’t fair for you to dangle this around and then not say anything. Cordelia’s mind must be spinning, but you’ve already muzzled yourself, and you don’t know how to undo it.

“It’s really none of my business,” Cordelia says, her voice frighteningly even. “You’re both adults. It’s not like I need to be informed.” The words reach you through a drunken haze. Your mouth tastes like cherries, and your head buzzes, and you’re so confused now.

“What?” you ask, your voice cracking. Cordelia sighs and grabs the bottle from the counter. You watch as she takes a long drink, wine lingering in the creases of her lips. You want to lick it off her.

“I think it’s time for bed,” she says, recorking the bottle and setting it back on the counter with a thunk. Her throat bobs, and you narrow your eyes, trying to focus on it, to dissect it.

“Cordelia…” You don’t say her name very often, too afraid of how good it feels to have it falling from your lips. And now it’s so quiet, so pleading. Though for what you aren’t sure. For time to slow, maybe. To just pause for a moment. Here. In the kitchen in the middle of the night, and you’re drunk, and Cordelia’s in a silken robe, and your head is swimming. She turns to you, her eyes penetrating.

“Yes?”

“There’s two of you.” You’ve lost your nerve. The tension falls from Cordelia’s face, and she exhales a gasping chuckle, holding her middle tightly.

“Do you want help up the stairs?” The way she says it is gentle and a little teasing, and you find yourself nodding like a child. And then Cordelia’s arm is slipping around your waist, guiding you forward. Her thumb draws circles in your back, and you stumble against her warm body.

“You smell nice,” you slur, resting your cheek on her shoulder. It feels nice to be here like this, her propping you up. Her grip tightens on you as you hold the handrail on the stairs, but she’s oddly silent otherwise. Your words linger in the air all the way up the stairs, even when you nearly wobble back, and Cordelia catches you with a palm pressed to your middle, the other tightly around you.

“Careful,” she breathes into your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine. By the time you reach your room, your heart is pounding, and you’re barely quelling the urge to turn your head and kiss Cordelia senseless. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to her, this warm, and yet you feel like there’s miles between you. Lingering in the back of your mind is something you can’t shake, something wrong, but you have no idea what it is. Without asking, Cordelia sits you down on your bed and grabs pajamas out of your dresser.

Hoping to be useful, you pull at the buttons of your shirt. You get about halfway down before you give up and pull at your belt. Your fingers are weak and uncoordinated, and you don’t get very far before Cordelia is kneeling in front of you and untying your oxfords. You’re speechless at the quiet devotion, and against your own volition, your fingers move to brush through Cordelia’s hair. She doesn’t look up when she pulls off your shoes, but you feel her lean into your palm and exhale slowly, carefully.

“Stand up, darling,” she mumbles, holding your hands and helping you up. She pulls at your belt, pulling you, and you stumble against her, your hands on her shoulders.

“Sorry,” you breathe as her fingers curl into your stomach. She seems tired, and she can’t manage to look at you, look at anything really. “I can do it. I just...the buttons,” you whisper helplessly, swaying. Cordelia flushes. Wordlessly, she raises her hands to your chest, gently, slowly unbuttoning. Both your eyes follow her hands as they trail down. Your stomach twitches under the soft grazing of her warm fingers. It’s only when you realize that you’re in a white binder that you start feeling self conscious. “Can you turn? Please?” She swallows and nods, taking a step away and turning her back to you. As quickly as possible without getting dizzy and falling, you slip on the tee shirt and sweatpants Cordelia picked out for you. “Okay.”

She turns back around and almost immediately frowns.

“Y/N…” It’s quiet and pleading as she sits next to you on the bed. “Please don’t sleep in that.” You frown now too, more confused than anything as you look down at yourself.

“But you picked it out…”

“No, sweetheart,” she laughs, grabbing the hand that sits on your lap and squeezing. “The binder.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the words, and you swallow. She sees your reaction and leans into you, pressing her forehead to your temple.

“I don’t want you to see,” you admit.

“I won’t,” she assures, pulling back to look at you, eyes raking over your embarrassment.

“No. I mean…” you struggle to find the words. “I want you to see me how I am. Not...how I am.” She understands immediately what you mean and does something you do not expect at all. She kisses your cheek, humming deeply.

“I do,” she nearly sighs into your skin. “I always have. I don’t want you to ever worry about that.” Your throat bobs, and your cheeks flush, and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Delia,” you mumble. It slips out like a question, and she looks at you, wide eyed. It’s a nickname you haven’t had the privilege of using before. You’d thought it was reserved only for Myrtle and Misty, not you. The fact that she let you say it, looked at you like she’s been waiting for you to say it, is overwhelming. And suddenly you're leaning into her. You’re holding Cordelia’s face in one hand and you’re kissing her, solid and hopeful.

Cordelia stiffens against you for a terrible moment, and then she melts and presses into you, lips parting for yours. You feel the tension bleed from her, feel something new and hot take its place. She moves her lips against yours, so slow and careful, like the moment is about to shatter. Her hand catches on the back of your arm, holding you there, and your fingers curl into her neck. Cordelia tastes of toothpaste, and she smells like honey, and you can’t help but moan, faintly, into her. The noise breaks against Cordelia as a wave does on sharp rocks, and she wrenches away from you. Your lips part with a smack. You’re dizzy, and you lick your lips, eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N. I can’t,” she sighs, looking down.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble immediately, wanting to curl up and disappear right then and there. You feel your face heating, the taste of Cordelia still on your lips.

“You’re drunk, and there’s Mallory,” she says, looking down into her lap. You force your eyes open and try to steady your vision as you look at Cordelia.

“Mallory?” you ask, struggling to form the syllables of her name around your tongue. Now it’s Cordelia who looks confused. Slowly, pieces start fitting together. “Wait. Do you…is that...I mean, when you said it’s none of your business…”

“You and Mallory,” Cordelia says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“No,” you say firmly with a very drunk shake of your head.

“No?”

“Never,” you confirm and then say something with a confidence that only comes from intoxication. “It’s always been you.”

“What?” Cordelia chokes, her face quickly turning a deep shade of red.

“Wait,” you say again, cutting through Cordelia’s confusion, her shock, with a wave of your own. “You...why did you...you kissed me back.”

“Y/N.” She says your name breathlessly and astonished. She’s clearly figured something out before you. “Oh my god.”

“The flowers. You thought…”

“They were about Mallory. I did tell you to think of one of the girls.”

“I got distracted,” you grumble, and Cordelia kisses your cheek with renewed fervor. “What about you and Misty?” Cordelia pulls away only to cup your cheeks in the palms of her hands. She swipes her thumbs over your face and holds your gaze.

“It’s always been you.”

You find the way she repeats your words achingly romantic and the shine in her eyes ridiculously alluring, and then you’re grinning. The pads of your fingers find their way to Cordelia’s lips without your control, and to your astonishment she kisses them, letting you pull her lower lip down until you see teeth.

“I never thought…”

“Why?” Cordelia asks, reaching over to hold the hand against her mouth.

“Why didn’t you?” you ask back, searching her eyes.

“I don’t deserve you,” she breathes too honestly, too raw. It makes you want to cry.

“Are you kidding? I don’t deserve you,” you laugh, leaning forward. She smiles and rests her forehead against yours.

“Y/N,” she sighs your name like a release, and you can’t wait to hear it over and over again for a long, long time. “Don’t think this is getting you out of sleeping in that binder.” You groan and slide your head to her shoulder. She holds you, just holds you, and you relax into her.

“I’m too tired,” you whine.

“Come on,” Cordelia sighs, helping you to your feet. Slowly, she pulls your shirt over your head, and then you’re awake. “Do you need help?”

“No,” you reply immediately, bordering on defensive. She steps back and turns around, and then you struggle out of your binder with fumbling, sweaty palms. “Okay,” you say finally, having slipped your shirt back on, the binder discarded on the floor. As she picks up your clothes and folds your binder, you climb into bed to try and push down the humiliation welling up. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes dart to you, and she sits on the edge of your bed.

“For what?”

“I’m drunk. Y’shouldn’t have to take care of me.” She clicks her tongue and slides a hand down your arm.

“I don’t mind. Besides, look what it got us.” You blush, and she does back at the directness of her words. You watch her swallow and bury the side of your face into the pillow, wishing it smelled like her.

“Us,” you mumble back, and if possible she blushes harder.

“We can talk more in the morning,” she says, leaning down and kissing the side of your head. Instead of letting her go, you wrap your arms around her, pulling her down on top of you for a tight embrace. She relaxes almost immediately, melting against you, sighing into your neck.

“Is this real?”

“I hope so,” she mumbles into your skin.

When you wake up the next morning, your head is pounding something fierce, and your mouth is dry as cotton. You roll over with a groan, stomach turning, bleary eyed and dizzy, to find a glass of water, muffin, and two aspirin on your nightstand. You frown, pushing yourself up on your elbow, and see a note resting against the glass.

It’s always been you

Delia x