#Oh wow when did I check this blog last?

[talaok]

At the Met

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress! reader

summary: You and Pedro, Hollywood's hottest couple, attend the Met Gala together, but when you find out your ex was invited too, things start going sideways.

warning: angst, jealousy, age-gap

a/n: this was a request by the lovely @vawnila but since I am delusional, I decided to merge it with yesterday's event bc this man...

Pt. 2

[ "And here they come! y/n y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, Hollywood's hottest couple!"

"wow, they look amazing" ]

You'd been to the Met before, and so had Pedro, but going as a couple was something much different, especially with all the talk you two had caused in the last six months. There wasn't a magazine or a blog that wasn't talking about your age gap or the way you'd both robbed millions of women and men of the chance to be with Hollywood's most desired bachelor and bachelorette.

The past few months had been a mess, and still, you didn't think you'd ever had that much fun.

Pedro was everything you had ever wished for in a man. he was kind and sweet and funny, and not any less handsome, he was perfect.

So when he took your hands in his as you walked up the carpet, you couldn't help but smile up at him, just for him to meet your glance with the same adoration.

The carpet was the easy part though, what actually scared you, was the dinner.

Being seated next to a bunch of celebrities you didn't know... that was your personal version of hell, but at least this year Pedro was gonna be next to you.

The first part of the dinner went well, the first moments were awkward as you had expected, but then the woman sitting opposite you broke the ice and everyone seemed to relax.

Pedro sensed your tension at times and tried to soothe you by placing his hand on your thigh, or murmuring something to your ear that most times resembled something like "We're almost done, sweetheart".

It was a good table, don't get me wrong, but there was something about knowing you were being watched and filmed and photographed by the world's most popular celebrities that always prevented you from fully calming down.

You were always on edge, only waiting for something bad to happen, until finally, your fear came to life.

You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom and were finding your way through the maze made of chairs and tables arranged in the room, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Hey baby"

wait a minute,

you knew that voice.

You turned around, "Hi Nathan"

Of course you'd meet your ex here.

"Funny meeting you here" he grinned

"I had no idea you were coming"

"Neither did I about you, darling," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body, not even pretending to not be checking you out "You're beautiful as ever" he complimented, his fingers tracing the side of your dress, and you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully "really" he spoke, his voice lower "You're breathtaking, baby"

"thank you" You felt your cheeks get some involuntary color "You're not so bad yourself, you know?"

"why thank you" he joked "I wanted to find someone to have some fun with, but I think I might just have"

"Nathan..."

"What princess?"

You sighed "You can use my name y'know?"

"oh I know" he reassured "I just know how much you like when I call you names" he murmured, getting closer as he moved some hair away from your face "especially on some occasions"

"Nathan what are you d-"

"c'mon y/n you know what you mean to me," he said, his voice already resembling a beg "I'm not asking for anything, I'm just saying you know we could have fun... like the old times"

"Nathan I-"

"y/n I love you" he confessed, not for the first time since the breakup "You know I love you. I love you so much I can't live without you. This past year has been hell, and I know it's been the same for you. I need you y/n, and you need me, baby, we need each other." he spoke seemingly without taking a single breath, and you were frantically looking around you, praying no one was paying you two any mind "and I know you love me back, just admit it, we could start all over again, just forget all about the past" he implored.

"Nathan I have a boyfriend" you spat out

"who, that grandpa?" he mocked "I know you don't love him, he's just a-a phase, you know you should be with me. Deep down you know" 

You hadn't noticed how his hand had made its way to your arm.

"Let's go now, we can take my car and run away baby"

Your mouth gaped open but before you could speak, a barking voice intervened.

"go where?"

Your eyes traveled to your left, and just as you suspected, they met Pedro's.

Nathan, like the coward that he was, swallowed nervously as he looked back at you.

"nowhere," you said "Don't worry babe" you tried being casual, as you took a step toward your boyfriend, feeling grateful for a way out of that situation "Well it was nice seeing you Nathan, but I better go now," you forced a polite smile at him, as you intertwined your arm with your boyfriend's.

"goodbye buddy," Pedro said, in a more than slightly threatening tone.

"c'mon," you urged him, starting to walk away.

"think about what I said" Nathan spoke again, his tone deprived of all bravery all of a sudden.

You didn't even look back, just started to quicken your pace towards the table (Your need to use the bathroom had been long forgotten) when you felt Pedro tightening his arm's grip as he moved you into the trajectory of a private part of the gallery.

You frowned, once he stopped, looking around at the empty room.

"what is it?"

"What is it?" he repeated, clearly incredulous

"What?"

"What did he tell you?"

"Who"

"y/n..."

"Nathan?" you asked "Babe who cares, you know how he is, he's dumb, there's nothing I can do about it"

"tell me what he told you" you could see perfectly through this calm act.

You sighed "he told me he loves me and that I should run away with him"

"that's it?"

"Yes Pedro, that's it"

"What did you say?"

You gasped, offended and slightly annoyed "What do you think I told him, that I loved him back and to wait for me outside?!"

"What did you tell him?"

"Are you fuckin- I told him that I have a boyfriend"

He nodded perhaps satisfied "He was touching you"

"my arm" you reminded him.

"and your cheek" he reminded you too "this is the last time he does this" he decided "I'm gonna go talk to him"

"No, Pedro-" you grabbed his arm "I can deal with this on my own, plus, you're too mad, you can't go now"

"You've already dealt with this on your own, and it doesn't seem like you've made much progress"

You gasped, now actually mad "This is my problem, Pedro, you don't have anything to do with it"

"It's my problem too when it involves you"

"no, it's not."

"y/n I'm trying to help you"

"well I don't want your help, not with this"

"Why? 'cause it sure looks like you need it"

You scowled at him "fuck you"

"It's the truth y/n this guy's been bothering you since before we got together, that's not fucking normal"

"I know it isn't but I'm dealing with it in my own way"

"and I can't try my way?"

"well, I'm sorry if I don't want you to go out there and punch him, Pedro!" 

He paused, clearly as a part of him wanted to reply that he wouldn't have, another part informed him that there was a high probability he would have, in fact, punched the guy.

"y/n-"

"no you know what, I'm tired of this- this thing you do. I don't need to be saved, I can take care of myself"

"I don't doubt that, but I just wanted to help"

"you know you were not gonna help Pedro" You shot him a look "And I'm tired of this- jealousy" you sighed "I love you, Pedro, you know that, but if you don't trust me I don't understand how we could possibly have a relationship"

"I do trust you"

"then I could go out there and talk to Nathan right now?" you challenged "or you fear he might convince me, and I might run away with him?"

His jaw twitched.

"see" you breathed "just as I predicted"

" y/n-"he tried putting his hands on your waist but you stopped him.

"no, Pedro" you took a step back "Just-" you sighed "I need to be alone"

[ "Someone's coming out, it looks like... Pedro Pascal has just left the Gala"

"Where's the missus?"

"I don't see her"

"well you heard it here first folks, It looks like Pedro Pascal has just left the Met Gala with y/n y/l/n nowhere in sight" ]

Pt. 2

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[forever-rogue]

Hi, I love your blog so much it's amazing.

I was wondering if you could write some Joel Miller being jealous? Like they're in some kind of relationship but Joel doesn't want to put a word to it and arrive to some camp and a guy from there is trying to flirt with reader but she just has eyes for Joel, could be the first I love you confession from him, to make things official between them? Fluff because my heart can't handle anything else :').

AN | Jealous!Joel? Okay, okay, I see you!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Joel Miller wasn’t a relationship type of guy; he hadn’t been for a long time and it seemed pointless to start now. And that’s exactly how you found yourself in a sort of relationship with him…a situationship if you will. 

He also wasn’t the jealous type either. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his partner, or what have you. You happened to be another person living in Jackson that he spent an inordinate amount of time with and had sex with. Lots of sex…he liked to think of it as stress relief. Yeah. That’s it - stress relief. Everyone could use some of that given the current state of the world. 

But, in conclusion, you weren’t anything more to him than anyone else. 

So why did he experience a definitely-not-jealous-feeling deep in the pit of his stomach when he saw you talking to one of Jackson’s newcomers?

He wasn’t jealous. No. Nope. Definitely not. 

He just wanted to strangle any man that talked to you, or looked in your direction. It was a totally normal reaction…or at least that’s what he tried to convince himself. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Joel?” you found him stalking through downtown and had rushed to catch up with him. You hadn’t seen him in the last couple of days and when you had he’d barely spoken a word or even graced you with a look. 

You could see his shoulders stiffen for a moment but he slowed his stride so you could catch up with him. You quickly fell into stride, but you could sense that he was in a mood. You nudged your arm against his and he grunted in response, “what?”

“What?” you parroted back at him, frowning in response, “or like what’s been up with you lately?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” the man was stubborn beyond measure sometimes. You huffed and waited for him to expand but he refused to give in to you, “been busy.”

“Busy,” he refused to look at you, but he could feel you glowering at him, “we’re all busy, Miller. That doesn’t mean we don’t make time for each other.”

“You expect me to make time for you?” his twang came out as he stopped suddenly and you almost tripped over your own feet as you stopped as well. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, head cocked to the side. Your expression clearly said duh, “and just why would I do, sweetheart?”

“You’re being a jerk,” you pushed his shoulder, gently, although you doubted you could really do much damage to him, even if you wanted to, “last time I checked I thought we enjoyed spending time together. But over the past few days you’ve had such a-a bee in your bonnet.”

“Last time I checked I didn’t owe you anything,” and oh. Those words definitely stung, “we aren’t anything.”

“Oh wow,” you were hurt, but you weren’t about to let him know how much, “that’s rich coming from you. I don’t know what your problem suddenly is, but if you’re going to be a jerk, you can fuck off. And next time you need something, don’t bother knocking at my door. But if you decide to get over whatever this is, or want to talk to me like a grown man, you know where to find me.”

Your reaction had left him stunned; he knew you could hold your own when you needed to, but you’d never talked to him like that before. In that moment you definitely weren’t that soft, sweet girl he’d grown to love. Love. But he’d never admit it; truthfully he might not have even come to that realization just yet.

You stomped away, leaving him standing there and staring after you, a dismal expression on his face. He might have been a quiet man, but he wasn’t often left speechless. You’d just managed to do so.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You made it a point to avoid him over the next couple of days, figuring that if he really wanted to make things right he would come to you. You missed him, admittedly, but decided to throw yourself into doing things around town to keep your mind occupied. 

That’s how you’d gotten to know the newcomers to Jackson. There were a few women and teenagers, along with some men. For the most past, they were all kind and wanted to keep out wherever they could. 

One of the duties you least liked was being put in charge of one of the community gardens. You had a green-thumb adjacent at best, and didn’t want to be the only one responsible for any bad vegetables or fruits, so you had recruited Max, one of the newbies, to assist you. If you were going down, he was coming right along with you.

You liked Max, so far. He was around your age, handsome in a tall, dark, and roguish way, with a nice smile and good sense of humor. And, unlike men had done since the dawn of time, he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. So, you had decided, he was going to be your friend. 

“You’re horrible at this,” Max laughed as you fumbled around with some tomato vines, trying to get the ripe fruit without destroying anything else, “how are you making this so difficult?”

“Shut up,” you groaned but it quickly turned into a laugh as you fell onto your bottom from how you were teetering and crouching. You managed to knock the whole plant down (sorry tomatoes), “oops.”

Max had dropped the small shovel he had been working with, head thrown back as he laughed, “and you’re clumsy on top of it. I’ll remember that for the future.”

You grabbed a small handful of soil and threw it over at him, “bold of you to assume that we’re ever hanging out again after this. You’re bullying me!”

“So dramatic,” he snorted in amusement as he brushed off the dirt and came over to you, offering you his hand to help you to your feet, “come on, I’ll let you bully me in return.”

You took his hand and he gently hoisted you to your feet. You almost stumbled into him, but caught yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders as his found purchase on your waist. You looked at him in surprise and he smiled softly, causing you to relax. He was so close, and pretty, and nice, and you could just lean in and kiss him. Max must have been thinking the same thing because he started to lean in too. A shiver of excitement ran down your spine, until-

“Get your hands off of her,” the two of you jumped apart at the sound of his very angry voice. Your face flushed with warmth, a combination of being caught red-handed and annoyance because you weren’t technically doing anything wrong. Max’s glance shifted over to Joel and then back to you, “now take a step back.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed at him, “why are you here, Joel?”

“Are you two…?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

At the sound of Joel’s answer your eyes widened in surprise as your jaw almost dropped to the ground. Max held up his hands in a sign of surrender as he started to slowly back away, “hey man, I didn’t know she was your girl.”

“Don’t worry Max,” you offered him an apologetic look, “I didn’t know that either.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you around,” he said sheepishly, “bye!”

He almost ran off, leaving the two of you there, the tension so thick. After a moment you turned towards him and shook your head. You weren’t quite sure what to say so you decided to just walk past him, but not before giving him a full glare, “you’re such a dick sometimes. First you shove me away like I’m nothing and now you act like I’m yours. How about I make the final decision? We, you and I, are done. Whatever you want to call it, it’s over. Maybe then you can figure out your own feelings.”

But the man wasn’t about to just let you go. No, that was not his style. 

His fingers wrapped around your wrist and his strong grip kept you from walking away. 

“Stay,” he insisted gruffly, causing you to pout in that way that always made his knees weak. 

“Why? Are you going to apologize?”

He remained silent and you could see that the answer to that was clearly no. You huffed as you pulled your hand out of his and started to walk away. He remained silent as he watched you go. He could have just said everything he wanted to and gotten it all out there but…he’d chickened out. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You didn’t run into Joel again for almost a week. You wondered if it was partly him avoiding you or you just didn’t happen to cross paths. Jackson was only so big; you knew the truth. 

But as your feelings would have it, you really, really missed the man. He’d become such an important and vital part of your life and not having him around felt like you were missing a huge part of your heart.

When you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore, you made a plan to take matters into your own hands. You left your place and made the short trek over to his, knocking on the door loudly. He was home; you could see the light and if he had sort of sense, he would open the door. 

After a few long moments of buzzy anticipation, you heard his familiar footsteps come towards the door. He opened it slowly and his brown eyes widened when he saw that it was you. He was a mixture of confused and happy.

“What are you…?” he didn’t get the opportunity to finish his question, instead watching as you made your way inside, brushing past him and causing sparks to shoot down his spine. 

“Can we just talk?” you were already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you looked at him softly. You couldn’t help it; you were a sucker for this man.

“Yes,” he agreed, coming in and mirroring your position on the other side of the counter. You wanted to be made, or at the very least annoyed, but you couldn’t find it in your heart, “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Which part?” if he thought you were letting him off easily, he was so wrong, “the part where you said we were nothing, or the part where you changed your mind - unilaterally I might add - and decided we were something?”

“Both,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I was an idiot.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “you were. What changed your mind?”

“That kid,” you could see the tick in his jaw as he frowned deeply. Ahhh. Yes, you knew exactly what was going on; Joel Miller was jealous. He just wasn’t going to admit it in those terms. 

“His name is Max,” okay, maybe now you were just doing it to get a rouse out of him, “and he’s perfectly nice. He was just helping me.”

“He wanted to do a little more than help,” the man tore his gaze from you and huffed. 

“Joel Miller, you’re jealous,” your smile was practically stretching from ear to ear as you beamed at him, “just admit it! That’s what all this has been about?”

“I’m a grown ass man,” he sounded anything but, “I don’t get jealous.” 

“Okay, so you weren’t jealous just…something incredibly like it?” you asked. He shrugged dismissively in response but gave away no emotions or anything, “huh, that’s interesting.”

“It’s not, no. I’m not the-”

“I get jealous too sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly, hiding your face in your hands, embarrassed to admit it out loud, “when those women practically throw themselves at you. Makes me want to…I don’t know, show them you’re mine.”

“What are you-”

“You’re such a man,” you flopped your head to the side, “those women - and men - love you. You’re sexy, and smart, and lots of other things, but apparently so oblivious. But I guess that doesn’t matter though.”

“What do you mean?” he was leaning closer now and you could smell his familiar scent; it made you want to curl up with him and let him swallow you whole.

“You said we weren’t anything so,” ugh. You wished you didn’t get so emotional over this, “it doesn’t matter what I think or want. I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

“I lied,” and it was oh so hard for him to admit that, “that day. I was just…mad - not at you. I just thought, when I saw you with all the new people, that you liked them and they were all over you, especially that one kid-”

“Max.”

“Max,” he didn’t like the taste of the name in his mouth, “I just figured you’d want someone like that and not me.”

“You’re a fool,” you shook your head in disbelief, “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

“I never…putting labels on things seems trivial,” he whispered, “how can what you mean to me be summed up with one word? I just never thought about it; it never meant you didn’t mean everything to me.”

"I…" you felt a prickling at the back of your eyes that caused you to try and blink it away, "do you mean that?"

"Yes," he reached over, hesitantly at first before settling his hand on your face  brushing your tears away with his thumb, "I mean it. You're very…important to me."

"You're important to me too," you put your hand on top of his and gave it a gentle, tender squeeze, "we don't have to put labels on anything. Just as long as we're on the same page about everything."

"You're mine," he promised and you felt yourself practically glowing. His words made you feel all warm and fuzzy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You nodded happily, "I know I'm not great with a lot of things but I do love you. I hope you know that."

"Hmm," you hummed as you closed your eyes contentedly, "I love you, even if you're a stubborn, tough man."

"Enough to accept my apology?" he had his answer already but needed to hear you say it. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I suppose," you leaned in closer and smiled softly.

"Enough to let me kiss you?"

"Definitely."

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

[devilscastle69]

panic! at the drugstore (j/jk, nanami)

hiiiii @ezynse merry xmas, happy new year, happy day. <3

im ur secret santa. <33 i hope u like this fic. ily. i want u to know the j key on my keyboard is challenged so i wrote "Goo" by accident sm ToT

(sorry for the title i dont even rlly listen to them i- )

please keep this to sneeze kink blogs only! 18+ only!

Summary stuff:

Fandom: J/JK

Characters: Nan//ami, Go/jo, Ijic/hi, Yu/ji,

Pairings: slight nana/go. in the way la croix has flavor

Good future AU (no bad stuff, everyones an adult. set in 2023)

As soon as Nanami detected Gojo’s presence, he should have turned on his heel and left. Instead, he’d gone into the drugstore, reasoning that the necessity of his trip outweighed the aggravation it’d cause. He wasn’t naive enough to hope he’d get out of here without any additional psychic damage but maybe he’d luck out and Gojo would— 

“Nanami!” Gojo sang from a few aisles over. This was starting to play out like one of his nightmares. Verbatim. “Wow, you shop here too?!” 

“Not anymore.” 

Gojo laughed easily and brushed off the obvious rejection with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not happy to see your best buddy!”

“I have no such thing.” Nanami sighed and drew out a cough in the process which he managed to muffle into the sleeve of his jacket. Anyone else would have read the room and left him alone, but Gojo continued to chatter on at a volume unfit for the public space they were in. If only he’d move back a few centimeters so Nanami could escape without having to push past him and potentially causing a bigger scene than they’re already causing. He’d already used up his energy—both cursed and otherwise—at work today and he was quickly fading. 

 For the first time, he wished he could focus on the bubblegum pop blasting through the speakers with its sentiments of Sakura blossoms and old times; it would beat trying to follow the embellished story Gojo was telling. He pinched the bridge of his nose. To make matters worse, the temperature change had caused the congestion that had mostly settled by the end of the train ride over here to return with a vengeance. His nose threatened to drip and he risked a small sniffle. Immediately, he recognized it as a mistake when the lingering prickle sharpened and traveled deeper into his nose.

As if he hadn’t sneezed enough today. 

“And after all that I got some wagashi at this great place near the hospital, Great Luck right? And haha it was! Anyway, the point is… I got some stuff for Yuji, but then I got hungry waiting for the car so I figured I’d better make up for it.”

Nanami made a point of checking his watch as a last ditch effort for a polite departure, less for Gojo’s sake and more for the sake of everyone else in this godforsaken store. But most of all for his own sake, considering he’s quickly losing the battle against the pertinent tickle up his right nostril. “I don’t have time to talk,” he said evenly, breath only wavering once he’s gotten the last word out. 

Unfortunately, Gojo clasped his shoulder, refusing to let him leave. “Did you take the train here? We could carpool instead, Ijichi is—”

“ht’KKxt!” Nanami interrupted with a poorly restrained sneeze directed into the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Bless you!” Gojo’s head lolled to the side; he had the decency to release him, but otherwise didn’t move out of his personal space. Nanami nodded and turned away. “Wow, that sounded painful. You okay?”

It was. “hGNXt’ch! h’kKt…chh.” Damnit. “Hh- kmpht’Chhh!” He might not have been able to see Gojo’s eyes, but he sure could feel them on him. This tickle just wasn’t going to quit until he let it out, and he’d rather end this as soon as possible. “h’eSCHh!” 

“Oh bless you.” Gojo, ever uncaring of displaying any decorum, took zero steps away from him. He examined him from a few different angles, tapping his chin as he hovered. “Bet I can guess why you’re here today!”

“Excuse me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed small circles all the way into the inner corners of his eyes and tried to ignore the heat that had risen to his ears. His head pounded even harder than it had before. 

“Always so formal, huh?”

Always so inappropriately casual, huh? Nanami glanced at Gojo’s basket and its contents: strawberry shampoo, bags of candy, winter apple body wash, face masks, moisturizer, cotton candy flavored lip gloss, and more items he couldn’t quite make out, but surely none of them were essential enough to inconvenience Ijichi in the way Gojo was. Everything he’s learned about Satoru Gojo has been against his will, and now he’s horrified that his brain was wasting the time wondering if he’s one of those people who can’t go to the store and truly buy one item.

“So, how was your—”

“I don’t have time to talk. Excuse me.” Risking a shoulder check, Nanami walked towards the aisles. He tried not to sniffle more than strictly necessary and tried to ignore the extra set of footsteps behind him. Key word was tried.

“Oh wow, you really sound terrible.” Gojo said sympathetically, continuing to haunt Nanami all the way to the cold and flu aisle. “How long have you had that cold?”

Why did it have to be Gojo?

“Stop following me.”

“You forgot your basket, though.” 

So he did. “I don’dt need that much.” It was true, but Nanami accepted the basket anyway from the pouting man. 

“Mm, really? You kinda sound like you’re dying, y’know.” Gojo wandered around the aisle and picked up a box of medicine that he held up to his blindfolded eyes. “No offense.” A man started walking in their direction, took one look at Gojo, and immediately turned around. Nanami released a small forlorn sigh through gritted teeth.

“I’ll be finde.” he said, clearing his throat. He could curb the hoarse quality his voice had taken on, but the congestion was something he’d have to live with for now. “You mentionded Ijichi is waiting?”

“Yeah, so hurry up, Nanami!”

“I will n’dot be ri-ridi’hhgg wih—” He’d gotten distracted and hadn’t noticed that the itch from before had been slowly respawning. Gojo gave a questioning hum as Nanami his knuckle to his nose, sniffled sharply, and cleared his throat again. “I will not be riding with you.”

 “Aw, not with me?” 

Nanami shot him a glare. All of his efforts were in vain because the urge to sneeze returned with a vengeance and demanded his attention in a way that put Gojo’s efforts to shame. The prickle spread like wildfire through his sinuses, and in spite of his efforts in snuffing it out, he’d allowed himself to get distracted enough to give the enemy the advantage. “Hh-!” He inhaled sharply before shoving the back of his wrist up to his nose. “nGhthsCH! hh’NGXTCHh’ueh!” That last one had been particularly loud but had been just as unrelieving as its predecessors. “hehH’TSChhiuh!”

 Gojo patted his back. There was a warmth to his palm that Nanami could feel even through the layers of fabric acting as a buffer between them. “Bless you.” Using only his free hand, he easily broke the seal of a travel pack of tissues on the shelf and nudged a few tissues into Nanami’s palm.

“You’re supposed to pay first.” In spite of the protest, he fixed his glasses that were in danger of falling off his face and accepted the tissues; by noon, his handkerchief had become unusable and he’d already gone through the tissues he’d accepted at the train station this morning, so his options were limited. He turned away for a moment to blow his nose. While his efforts were productive, they did little to kill the taunting buzzing in the back of his nose. He pinched his nostrils shut from behind the tissue and willed the tickle to recede.

“Not yet! Hey if I buy your stuff will you ride with me? Wouldn’t you get back sooner that way? Oh, bless—”

“hh’MPHtchh!”

“—you again!”

He took a moment to massage the bridge of his nose in a silent apology to himself for the poor attempt at stifling before clearing his throat and bringing up sodden tissue to wipe the lingering moisture from the red rims of his nostrils. 

No amount of free cold medicine would make spending his free time with this absolute menace in a small enclosed space worth it, but at the same time it’d be less aggravating for him to just go along with it in the long run. Gojo’s already made it clear he has no intention of leaving him alone. He gave half a nod and picked up the first bottle of cold medicine that he saw and a bag of face masks and took a few steps in the direction of the check out. 

“That’s all you’re buying?” Gojo asked. His lips formed an exaggerated frown and his forehead wrinkled as if he was bewildered by Nanami’s shopping habits.

Nanami was too busy fighting a losing battle against the threat of another sneeze to tell Gojo to stop adding more items to the basket, but he managed to shoot him a pointed glare before his expression crumpled. “Hh- hehhH- …mPHTtshhiuh! Pardon,” he said more out of habit than anything and wiped his nose again, “I have more than enough now.” 

“So frugal.”

He supposed the cough drops, vicks, lotion tissues, vitamins, and nasal spray wouldn’t hurt, especially if accepting them will get Nanami out of here faster. Since he’d already opened the tissues, he figured he might as well put on one of the masks in the pack. His glasses immediately fogged and he tucked them into his inner coat pocket.

After they’d approached the register Gojo told the cashier they would be paying together and nuzzled his cheek against Nanami’s shoulder in an intimate way. He’d smack him later. 

The cold pierced through Nanami’s coat as soon as they opened the door. As annoying as this situation is, he can’t say he’s upset that he won’t have to walk back to the train station. They turned a corner and Gojo pointed out the car. 

“I know, I know.” Gojo opened the door to the passenger side and abruptly wrapped an arm around Nanami’s shoulder, yanking him into the field of vision as if he’d run away. “That took a little longer than I said, but look who I ran into!”

“Nanamin!” Itadori called out from the back seat with a cheery wave. Nanami is just as surprised to see him, though he’d mostly tuned out Gojo’s story. “No way, what a coincidence!”

Nanami shot Gojo a withering look and gave a slight bow to Itadori. “Itadori-kun…” 

“Think fast!” Gojo called out and threw a bag of candy at Itadori. 

He caught it easily. “Wow, thank you, Gojo-sensei!” 

“Gojo-san, we were meant to be back over a half hour ago—“

“Ijichiiii, you need to relax. Seriously, you’re already getting frown lines, that’s no good. Look, I even got something for you. Tadaaa~” He dropped a pack of instant udon into his lap and a face mask and made himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “Can you drop Nanami Kento-kun off first?”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ijichi sighed and took a moment before he half-heartedly thanked Gojo for the gifts. Then he turns to look at the backseat. “Of course, Nanami-san.” He and Nanami shared a quick glance as the cause of their stress tore into his own pack of candy and ate it noisily. 

“Oh, why are you wearing a mask, Nanamin?” Itadori asked as Nanami sat next to him and put on his seatbelt. “Do you have a cold?”

“It’s alright,” Nanami assured him and cleared his throat, “just a mild one.”

“I dunno if mild is the right word there, Nanamin.” Gojo interjected as Ijichi finally started driving.  

Itadori’s face fell and Nanami sincerely considered kicking the back of Gojo’s chair, though he was too busy pinching his nose shut over the fabric of the mask to stifle a sneeze that had nearly escaped his detection. “hGXxt’chshh!- excuse me.”

“Bless you. I hope you feel better soon.” Itadori frowned and offered him a piece of candy. Nanami shook his head and Itadori shrugged and ate it himself. 

“You’re gonna pop an eardrum like that,” Gojo chastised, clicking his tongue.

All of this was past the point of the nightmare he’d thought he was having earlier and was starting to veer into the fever dream category. Perhaps in more ways than one. Gojo flicked through the radio stations until he found what he was looking for and started singing along with a pop song. Itadori joined him and they pointed at each other while Nanami reflected on his life choices and folded his arms more tightly over his chest.  

Nanami glanced at Ijichi’s GPS. Twenty minutes of this felt like a death sentence. His limbs had started aching a few hours ago and now that the adrenaline was long dead and he was sitting again, he felt it in full force. The sudden urge to lean his temple against the foggy window arose and he indulged in it, ever so slowly pressing his forehead to the window. 

While Gojo was especially pitchy, the noise at least took the focus off of Nanami as he muffled a series of throat-tearing coughs against the crook of his arm. His lungs gave a slight whine as he regained his breath and he could feel the silent attention the other three men were giving him. 

“Can you breathe okay, Nanamin?” Itadori asked, patting his shoulder. If it were anyone else, Nanami would have batted the hand away, but doing that to Itadori would feel like kicking a puppy and it's not like he was heartless. While most people become hardened and jaded after living the life of a jujutsu sorcerer, Itadori remained as kind and genuine as ever over the years. 

Instead he nodded. “Yes. Don’t worry.” 

Itadori gave him a thumbs up. The singing continued and he pitied Ijichi for how long he’s had to put up with Satoru Gojo today. 

To Gojo’s credit, he toned down the singing, but Nanami almost wished he’d go back to his caterwauling, because his nose had chosen that moment to betray him yet again. It itched like mad and putting pressure on the tip of his nose did nothing to chase the feeling away. He did his best to muffle it into his sleeve anyway, hoping the extra layers would do anything to make it less intrusive than he knew it would be. “Hh- hgzt’SChhiuh! heHMPHhshh’ieuh!- pardon me.”

“Aw, bless you,” Gojo chimed in, stretching out his seatbelt as he turned his body around to face him. “Do you want my jacket, Nanamin?” He puckered his lips.

This time he let his shoe dig into the bag of Gojo’s chair. “No.”

Ijichi quietly turned up the heat. “Give him a break, Gojo-san,” he said tiredly. 

The rest of the ride quite literally blurred together as Nanami fought to keep his eyes open. With the heat on, his chills were kept at bay, and it was easy to drift off to sleep. He jolted and shook himself awake at least three times before the familiar building came into view, and the third time, it’d been because Itadori was saying his name to get his attention. Ijichi pulled up closer and stopped the car. Nanami thanked him for the ride and held up a hand to stop Itadori from offering a side hug. 

“Get well soon, Nana—”

Nanami shut the car door and ignored the rest of Gojo’s sentence. Getting into the apartment was a blur, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d come home in rough shape, relying on autopilot. He immediately hung his jacket and loosened his tie, and then he removed his face mask, cringing as he pinched away the lingering moisture from his nostrils. He’d done his best to avoid rubbing his nose all day, but his efforts seemed to be in vain considering how sore it still was. 

As much as he wanted to just collapse into the couch, his discipline won out and he managed to undress. Though, not without challenge. “huhh…HGSCHh’uh!” He sneezed all over his chest, too slow to cover in his exhausted state. Undeniably, it was a relief to be able to sneeze freely in the privacy of his bedroom. “hh-...hDJtSchh’euh! hhaH’DTzSHhh’ih!” 

He found the tissues from the bag and blew his nose, letting out a slight hum of relief as some of the congestion came free. His eyes still ached and with a quick dose of medicine, he was ready to close them. He laid in bed with the extra throw blanket atop the comforter and waited for the chills to die down so he could sleep.

It  was restful for the first few hours. As he’d anticipated, he woke up in the early hours of the morning coughing, hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, and his mouth bone dry. 

3 AM. 

It was too early for this. He forces himself into the kitchen to fill a tall glass with water and to find a few more items from the bag. He took the cough drops out and put one in his mouth and placed the rest of the bag on the bedside table. 

Somehow knowing that he needed as much sleep as possible hindered him from doing so. He drifted in and out of sleeping for the entire morning, occasionally walking up mumbling something incomprehensible. 

He was finally asleep until his phone went off a few minutes past 6 AM. It wasn’t his alarm, but an obnoxious ding.

Gojo: 

heyyy nanamin~ 

… Nanami clenched his jaw as he watched the animated ellipses bubble and waited to see what could possibly be so important to disturb him.

Gojo:

good morning! 🌞hope u get some rest today hahaha :D you sounded awful 🤒dont go dying </3

Typically jujutsu sorcerers have about as much paid sick leave as he would’ve had at his former company: basically none. What kind of fucked up—

Nanami frowned, realizing he’d missed some other notifications, including the ones canceling his mission for the day. It’s easy to put the pieces together. He had to put the phone down to sneeze a few times, and it continued to ding throughout his fit.

Gojo:

we’ll have to go out when youre better!! next friday?? theres a new barcade i wanna try and then KARAOKE!!!!!! :DDD

Gojo:

Nanamiiiiii D: 

Gojo:

don’t leave me on read

Gojo:

bless youuuuu :3

Gojo:

no i cant hear u im just guessing

Gojo:

was i right?? o.O 

Nanami silenced his phone and went back to sleep, deciding to address the new situation, along with the strange feelings that’d started coming up, later. For now, at least he could relax. 

Nanami:

Thank you.

#snzfic #snz #sneeze kink #my writing #j/jk #cold snz #sneeze fic #snz fic

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rating: T (for cursing and drug use)

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader

word count: 2160

summary: in order to make a fundraising event bearable, you and Dieter take edibles. When the event runs long, your only chance to make it out alive is to find something to eat. 

warnings: drug use (it’s just edibles c’mon you narc), eating, the munchies, messy kissing, dieter bravo being a giant goofball and i hate him, this fic is so self-indulgent i'm embarrassed FOR you, FLUFF

a/n: this one kicked my butt, idk why. But @ravensmadreads says its good so here you go. For my 100 followers event (this is the last one! wow!): @sp00kymulderr asked: Taylor!! Congrats on 100, you’re my favourite blog honestly I check your posts every day just to read your tags lmao. For the celebration can I request some of our sweet boy Dieter with the prompt “We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” it’s absolutely perfect

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After thirty minutes, your eyes are starting to cross. Your high-ribbed dress pinches the soft skin under your tits and the boob tape is starting to chafe your nipples. The ruby red heels have officially given you blisters but the worst – the absolute worst of it – you’re fucking starving.

And the Layaway Barbie at the podium marches on, her big eyes wet and her mouth begging, as she proves to a roomful of donors why they should spend another million in . . . tree-frog rehabilitation. Dieter had been drawn to the little green guys with red eyes on the front of the invitation and as the guest of honor for his “philanthropic” work when he was “dating” a Doctor Without (personal) Borders six years ago, how could he not go?

Let’s take an edible before we go, he said. 

Whatever the vibe, it’ll be better if we’re on edibles, honey. 

That is the last time you let him convince you of anything while he’s not wearing pants and his hand is down yours. 

Your stomach grumbles and you fight back a whine. You make a noise like that and someone will definitely know you’re on drugs. The portly man next you has been staring at you with poorly hidden disgust all night as it is. But for now, his eyes focus in on Layaway Barbie, his loose jowls around his permanently down-turned mouth reminding you of a cartoon character. But which one?

Your eyes narrow at him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and it comes to you.

“Droopy!” you yelp and immediately clap your hand over your mouth. Your table mates eye you as if you are some society dredge they did not wish to involve themselves with. 

You turn as best you can in your seat, ready to either be scolded by Dieter or have him laugh with you, but he does neither.

In fact, cross-armed, low in his seat, he lets out a low snore. 

It’ll be fun, he said. 

“Dieter!” You hiss. Nothing. His face is relaxed, lips parting as he falls deeper asleep. Irate you didn’t think of it first, you smack him across the knee. “Dieter!”

He jerks, eyelids cracking open briefly, and suddenly he drops his chin again.

“Thank you for your blessing and influence, oh Lord. Am— oh, hey, baby, what’s up?” 

“Don’t ‘hey, baby, what’s up’ me. You were asleep and you just faked praying.” 

“Better than faking other things,” he yawns loudly, blinks a bit, and realizes the “inspiring” speech (and presentation) is still going on. “Oh, fuck, we’re gonna die here.” 

“Can you please keep it down?” The woman to Dieter’s right snaps. “You are making a mockery of a serious and pressing issue facing our society.”

Dieter blinks at her, his arms still across his chest. You can hear the bitch climb up his throat before he even opens his mouth.

“Well, you’re making a mockery of that dress and you don’t see me complaining–,”

You snag him by the hand and pull him away from the table before the woman has the good sense to throw her drink into his face. 

He stumbles behind you as you push on the metal bar, the latch clicking, and you both tumble out into the empty hotel hallway. When the event started, everyone had been herded in from the other doors, where the lobby was. This looks like the kind of hallway drunk co-eds wander down while trying to find the bathroom after prom. 

Which – ironically –

His big paw clutches your waist as he falls, or rather, stumbles into a tacky maroon and gold wall. In the fumbling under his legs as they overtake you, and keeping the rim of your heels from biting into your already puckered flesh, he manages to pin you beneath him. The instant the smell of his cologne washes over you, the instinct to claw his stupid eyes out evaporates. You sigh, both of his hands cupping your neck. 

“Mhmm, there she is,” he murmurs, sing-song, kissing your nose. “Little hellcat turns baby kitten when she gets what she needs.” 

“You are the biggest idiot I know,” you purr into his ear as his hands slide through the layers of your skirt to your ass. 

“Yes, but I’m your idiot.” The cry you let out when he pinches your ass cheek beneath your dress is all the answer he needs. 

Hands full of your thighs, he rubs you up the wall but there’s too many layers, too much gossamer to get him where you need him. His breath comes in short pants as he presses sloppy, wet kisses to your shoulder, your clavicle, your cheek. 

There it comes again. Hunger. Driven on by –

You bite him.

“Ow!” 

He pulls back and your mouth drops open in horror – you didn’t mean to bite him that hard and –

Your stomach lets out the most petulant growl. 

Hand on his neck like it’s bleeding, Dieter follows your gaze to your stomach as if it had called his name.

And then you both break out into side-splitting laughter. 

He eases you down, giggling, his nose pressed to your temple. Were you at home, the sex would have probably continued, but the atmosphere would be different – playful, teasing – he once did a Kermit the Frog impression while balls-deep inside of you and you laughed so hard you instantly came all over him. 

“Baby,” he sighs through his teeth and kisses your hairline. “I know. I’m so fucking hungry.” He snaps his teeth by your ear and you push him back by his chest. Two goddam years of dating this moron and he still makes you blush like you’re fifteen and necking with a band geek. 

His fingers wrap around your wrist to hold your hand above his heart, kissing your knuckles. He sucks your thumb once before you yelp, and he pushes your fist into his hair as you try to squirm away. He smirks into your neck.

“Dieter!”

“I’m hungry!”

“You’re the one who suggested we take edibles before coming to this thing.” 

“Mhmm, let’s go home and do more drugs.”

“But you owe me dinner. Five Guys?”

“Baby, I have to eat something first to have enough stamina for that.”

“Oh my god, you –,”

He bites you on your earlobe again, grinning as he comes behind you to nudge you down the hall. “I know what you meant. I’m down for burgers, but I want, like, five.”

“Me too. Carry me? My feet hurt.”

“Of course, mah kwehn,” he nods as he scoops you up across his broad shoulders, momentarily taking on the affectation of Jon Snow and his loyalty to the dragon queen. 

You’re working to kick your heels off as he marches the two of you down the hallway and you’ve nearly gotten your second heel off (the first in your lap) when he suddenly stops. 

“Oi, Thomas, we’re not at the train station yet,” you grumble as you reach for your heel, awkwardly tucked under you and his arm. “Keep it going. Choo choo, you know?” 

He still isn’t moving. You frown up at him, another transportation joke at the ready, but his wide-eyed stare gives you pause. 

“What are you looking at?” You turn in his arms, hunger now officially twisting your stomach painfully. “Why’d you–,”

Your mouth falls open. 

Beyond two double doors at the end of the hall sits a silver cart, loaded with tiny chocolate desserts. 

You swallow the spit flooding your mouth. This time, his stomach grumbles as if to add to the argument. 

“Dieter, put me down.” He all but drops you. 

“Dieter, we can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“We shouldn’t.” 

“Why?”

“You’re only saying that because we’re both high as fuck right now and I’d eat bathroom soap if I could.” 

That seems to rattle him out of his starvation-induced stupor. He snorts and rolls his eyes. “Please, when have I ever not eaten something I wasn’t supposed to?” 

You blink up at him, now several inches shorter without your heels. “What? None of that made sense.” 

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going for it.” 

He strides past a very wide hallway branching back towards the lobby of the hotel, no doubt where several waiters intended to roll dessert out to the waiting reception. They’d be back at any second, but either due to being higher than a kite, his own innate lack of shame, or a combination of the two, Dieter is across the hallway in seconds and he snatches up two of the little chocolate spheres and shoves them both into his mouth at the same time.

“Holy shit, they’re cream puffs.” 

Your hunger nearly doubles you over. “C-cream puffs? Those are m-my–,”

“Your favorite. I know. Mhmm, fucking get over here.”

Trembling from a lack of food and nerves, you slink over to him, hand out-stretched. He’s already had four more by this point and he’s stacking more onto a single plate as your fingers squish around one right in front of you. You pinch and the gooey white cream eases out the side. You whimper. 

Dieter pauses, the tips of his fingers stained with dark chocolate and a dollop of cream on his cheek. 

“That’s the sound you make when I eat you out.” 

Rather than answer your boyfriend, you pop the cream puff into your mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as the pastry melts on your tongue.

“Oh fuuuck.” 

Dieter watches with growing concern as you scarf down pastry after pastry. “Okay, now I’m a little offended you’re so turned on by this.” 

“Shut up, and let me eat.” 

In minutes, the silver cart is empty. Chocolate smeared across a dozen haphazardly-arranged plates, dots of cream littering the spaces between plates and on the edge of the cart, it looks like a fucking war zone of confectionery. 

You find yourself breathing heavy, your face and arms covered in the guts of those poor, poor baked goods. Dieter isn’t faring much better, his jacket stained and beard sticky. Your hunger is sated, for now, but you think of burgers and fries and a vanilla milkshake and immediately turn to Dieter, who stares back at you with wide eyes.

“I want six burgers–,”

“We should probably leave before we start a scandal–,”

You stare at each other, soldiers shell-shocked, rehabilitated werewolves in horror of their bloodshed. Bloodlust.

The second you get home you’re gonna give him the kind of blow job that stops his heart.

Half-way laughing, half-way crying, you take him by the collar, further smearing chocolate over the starched white linen and his neck, and kiss him soundly on his conspicuous mouth. He giggles through the kiss and cups your cheeks, his massive hands sticky and warm. 

“We should go . . .” he murmurs again before pressing his lips to you again. Cream puffs or no, it all tastes better when you lick it off the corner of his mouth. 

“We’re gonna have to walk past the lobby,” you bemoan into his patchy beard. Dieter smirks and without warning, squeezes your right tit, leaving a very clear chocolatey handprint on your dress. 

“Dieter!”

“C’mon, baby, I wanna devour you. And I want all of them to know it.”

That was the thing about Dieter Bravo, he never did anything small. He never allowed you to feel small. He was obsessive about taking pictures of you, posting them everywhere, never ashamed of you and desperate to have the world see you the way he did. 

Like you were delicious. 

“I’ll buy you six burgers if you let us walk out like this.”

“Deal.” 

Grinning like only a man with nothing to hide can, he takes you by the hand and leads you back towards the very fancy dinner you’ve both no doubt been kicked out of. 

Something rises up in you the longer you stare at his broad back. 

“Dieter, wait.”

He pauses, turns, and crumbles slightly beneath the weight and intensity of your kiss.

“I love you,” you say before he can slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Dieter Bravo does nothing small, is nothing small. Except when it’s just you and him and the words you just uttered hang in the air between you. A small, hesitant smile expands across his lips, as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing but it warms him nonetheless.

“I love you too.” 

He kisses your nose and you sigh into him. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him. But then you might just eat him alive.

“Burgers, Dieter.”

“Right, right. How many do you think we can buy at one time?” 

You both ignore the paparazzi and their cameras as you walk hand in hand, your heels in your other hand, with Dieter out the front door and into the limo, arguing about which fast food joint would let you get at least twenty burgers. 

Nothing about Dieter Bravo is small. Especially his appetite. 

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The Munson Factor ~Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington~

summary: when the girl he’s loved for years goes missing, steve enlists the help of her best friend to find her. But were they really only friends or was there something more that always stood in the way of steve’s happiness?

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pairings: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader

notes: angst, heartbreak (a little), steve giving love but not receiving in the way he wants, 1 or 2 (possibly more) swears. this was a little sad for me to write because I’m so used to writing fics where steve gets the girl. But I genuinely love eddie so he’s gonna be getting some love on this blog now too

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“How many times are you going to rent this movie, y/n?” Steve questioned his friend as he handed over Family Video’s copy of Halloween.

“As long as you guys let me rent it.” She sent back a smile and shoved the tape in her backpack. “So, we still up for movie night?”

“Are we going to be watching Halloween for the billionth time?” he rolled his eyes and went back to shelving the new releases.

“’Course not. You’re in charge of the movies tonight and I am in charge of getting the best snacks, as per Dustin’s request, since you really messed it up last week.”

“Hey, in my defense, that little twerp told me to buy that candy.”

“Yeah but he didn’t tell you to get expired candy, did he?” she joked and looked at the posters around the store. “So, what movies are we going to watch?”

“I’ll decide by the end of my shift.” Steve set up a new cutout and stood back to admire his work. “You sticking around ‘til then?”

“I’m gonna head over to the arcade. Dustin is teaching me his tips for Pac-Man.”

“Alright, sounds great. I’ll meet you back here at 6pm.”

“Aye aye captain.” y/n saluted him and headed next door to the arcade. When she walked in, Dustin cheered.

“Finally, the queen has arrived.”

“Oh, you flatter me, Henderson.” She set her backpack down on the floor and watched as he started the game. His tips and tricks on how to get the high score really helped her when she took her turn. Her score was only slightly higher than Dustin’s, but he didn’t let it bother him. Instead, he patted her on the back and smiled.

“Congratulations, young padawan.” He bowed as if she was a student of his.

“You do know that I’m older than you, right?”

“Yes, but ‘tis I who taught you all that you know. The student has become the master.”

“Whatever you say, kid.” She ruffled his hair and stood up.

“Hey, do you know what movies Steve is bringing to movie night?”

“Not a clue. But he said he would have his mind made up by 6 tonight.”

“It better be good. Steve almost never has good choices.”

“Let’s see what kind of influences I can have on him.” y/n grabbed her bag and headed for the door. “Follow me, Henderson.”

The two of them walked rather quickly over to the video store and when they entered, Steve rolled his eyes.

“I saw that, and might I say, that was rude of you.”

“It is what it is.” Steve shrugged and looked over at y/n. “What brings you back here?”

“Oh, I see how it is. Your favorite person ever walks in here and you’re rude to him, but the second you see a pretty girl, you’re the nicest person ever.” It was Dustin’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Shut up, Henderson.” Steve hit his arm and put his attention back on y/n. “So?”

“I wanted to suggest some ideas for movie night.”

“I am not getting another scary movie, especially after last time. Dustin wouldn’t stop waking me up that night with his nightmares.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest a scary movie. In fact, I was actually going to suggest Raiders of the Lost Ark & The Outsiders.”

“Those are pretty good suggestions.” Steve smiled and grabbed them off the shelves. “And even though I know your main intention was to suggest a horror movie & only said these 2 because they’re right here, I’ll check these out for tonight.”

“Awesome. Can’t wait.” y/n smiled and turned to Dustin while Steve went back to the counter. “See how it’s done?”

“Wow. You’ve gotta teach me how to do that.”

“Sorry, kid. But unless you suddenly become a pretty girl, you’ll never be able to manipulate men like Steve into doing what you want.” y/n winked and began looking at more movies to pass the time.

“Man, you are so whipped for y/n.” Dustin chuckled and looked up at Steve, who was staring across the room at said girl.

“What? No I’m not!” he tried to defend himself but the more he thought about it, the redder his cheeks became. “Shut up, Henderson.”

“Okay, that’s the second time in 10 minutes that you’ve told me to shut up and, frankly, I’m not a fan of it.”

“I’ll stop telling you to shut up when you stop saying ridiculous things.” Steve went back to rewinding the tape in the VCR.

“Why do you keep denying your feelings every time I bring them up? We all know how you feel about her so why don’t you just confirm it for us?”

“What am I supposed to say? That I’m in love with the girl who’s been like a sister to me for 12 years? That every time I close my eyes, I see her face? How about that every time I hear her name, I think back to the first time I heard her voice? Or maybe that whenever she’s around me, I do anything she asks me to because she has this power over me? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Actually, yes it is. Now, here’s what I’m gonna do for you, my friend.” Dustin put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, earning another eye roll from him. “I’m gonna back out of our plans tonight by making up some lame excuse. That way you can spend 4 glorious hours alone with y/n & maybe you’ll tell her everything you just told me. Okay?”

“You’re insane, Henderson.”

Later that night, as y/n arrived at Steve’s house for movie night, she was informed that Dustin would not be coming. That left her alone with Steve, as the other kids also had plans already.

“I have the 2 movies you suggested earlier and um, I also have Sleepaway Camp because I know you really wanted to watch something with a scary vibe to it.”

“You really didn’t have to do that, Steve.” y/n sat down and waited for him to put the first tape in. He joined her on his couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn. Y/n grabbed a handful and focused on the screen. He had chosen Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first movie of the night. “So, why did Henderson have to cancel?”

“Not quite sure, actually. He just called 2 minutes before you got here and told me he wouldn’t be attending tonight due to a prior commitment.” Steve shrugged and looked at the screen, knowing that he just lied to his friend. He didn’t like the feeling, but he was happy to finally be alone with her.

After the first movie, they both agreed that The Outsiders would be a better film to watch. About halfway through the feature, Steve turned to face y/n. She turned her head and smiled.

“What’s with the face, Harrington?”

“Can we talk?”

“Of course we can. What about?”

“Well, for starters, I do know the real reason Dustin had to cancel.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Earlier today, at the video store, while you were looking at the movies, he and I had a talk. He offered to ‘cancel’ so I could be alone with you for a few hours, since we never get that opportunity anymore.”

“So, why did you want to get alone time with me?” y/n suddenly felt awkward and began to play with the strings on her hoodie. Well, it wasn’t technically her hoodie, but that didn’t bother her.

“I’ve kinda been keeping this secret from you for quite some time & our groups mantra is that friends don’t lie so I really need to tell you.”

“Steve, you’re scaring me now.” She shifted in her seat, so her full attention was on the boy in front of her. “What’s going on?”

“I love you. And not just because you’re my best friend. But because you’re the best person I know. You’re so sweet and caring and whenever I’m around you, I fall under your spell and will do anything you ask me to. It’s kind of cheesy, but whenever I hear your name, I think back to the first time I ever heard your voice and whenever I close my eyes, I see your face. You’re the most beautiful human being, both inside and out. And I’m honestly so in love with you.” Steve chanced looking at her but when they made eye contact, he wanted to take it all back.

When their eyes met, y/n quickly looked down and stood up. “I’m sorry, Steve. I-I just remembered my mom wanted me to keep an eye on my siblings tonight. I gotta go.”

Before he could offer her a ride home to make sure she was safe, she was already out the door. Steve threw his head back and groaned, making a mental note to blame Dustin for the sudden confidence.

Y/n was on her way to Dustin’s house when the sky got darker. She stopped in her tracks and was ready to defend herself from whatever decided to come out of the shadows and attack her.

The next few days were hard on Steve. He hadn’t seen or spoken to y/n since he poured his heart out to her, only for her to basically reject him. When he mentioned it to Dustin 2 days later, the kid got lost in thought.

“I don’t see why she would reject you like that. I could’ve sworn she felt the same as you did.”

“Yeah, well she doesn’t. And I’m not surprised. I haven’t exactly been the best guy in the world lately. Or even a hero really.”

“Steve, you helped save the world three times. You’ve kept all of us safe multiple times and you always put yourself first when it comes to danger. And it’s all to protect us. That literally screams hero. IF she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.”

Dustin was currently waiting for Eddie to arrive to the D&D game. He was starting to get worried when it came to him being 30 minutes late. Eddie was never late. So when he finally arrived, Dustin made sure to give him a lecture.

“Eddie, what the hell? I was so worried about you. I haven’t heard from my best friend for 4 days and then I didn’t hear from you. I was scared something happened to you and I don’t feel like losing 2 friends in a week.”

“Sorry, man. My girlfriend has been missing for a few days and I went by her house to check on her. Her parents said they haven’t seen her in a few days either.”

“Your girlfriend? Since when do you have a girlfriend?”

“For a few months.” Eddie chuckled. “Her name’s y/n. You’ll love her,” he sighed. “if we ever find her.”

“Wait, y/n? As in y/n l/n?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s the best friend I was talking about. I haven’t seen her since movie night on Friday. I had to cancel and left her alone with Steve.” Dustin looked at Eddie with wide eyes. “That’s why she rejected him. Because she’s seeing you, not because she doesn’t like him. That makes total sense.”

“Hold up. Can you back up a bit? So Steve is the last person to see her?”

“As far as I know, yes. But he hasn’t seen her since she left his place that night. Nobody has heard from her since.”

“We have to find her, Henderson. I can’t lose her.” Eddie looked at the kid with hope in his eyes.

“Lucky for you, my friends and I have experienced something similar to this before. I know exactly what to do.”

Steve was sitting on the hood of his car in Dustin’s driveway when he got out of Eddie’s van. He walked up to Steve and Eddie followed behind him.

“You’ve known y/n the longest. What do you know about her?” Dustin asked Steve, who was focused more on Eddie than the kid.

“Not much more than you, I assume.”

“Does she have a favorite spot to go when she’s sad? Somewhere that she loves to be?”

“The arcade or the video store are her two most frequented spots in town. Other than that, I know she tends to go hang out at lover’s lake whenever her parents make her upset.” Steve nodded his head towards Eddie. “What’s he doing here?”

“We’ll have time for that later. Right now, we need to focus on finding y/n.” Dustin ushered his friends into his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed with Eddie while Steve paced.

“Let’s check the video store first. The arcade is right next door. Plus, Robin is working and I gotta return Sleepaway Camp so we can kill two birds with one stone I guess.” Steve looked at the boys. “Or you two can check lover’s lake and I can check the arcade and video store. I assume you’ll end up going in his van anyway, Dustin.”

“Yeah, sounds like a solid plan. What happens if we find her?” Eddie questioned. Dustin grabbed his walkie talkies and handed each of them one.

“If anyone finds her, this is how we’ll communicate. Got it?”

“Yes, captain.” Eddie responded and Steve just nodded. “Let’s go then. We might not have a lot of time.”

The 3 boys rushed out of the house and got into the vehicles, with Steve driving towards the video store and Eddie taking off towards lover’s lake. When Steve arrived at the video store, Robin looked at him with a puzzled look.

“You don’t work today. Plus you look like shit. What’s up?”

“Friday night, I told y/n how I felt about her and she, uh, got up and left my place. Haven’t heard from her since. Has she been by?”

“No. Haven’t seen her since Friday afternoon.”

“Nobody has.” Steve sighed and leaned against the counter. “Dustin and Eddie are out searching at lover’s lake.”

“Eddie Munson is involved in your search? That’s odd.”

“Right? I thought the same thing when he got out of his van earlier at Dustin’s.”

“Maybe he’s concerned about Dustin. I mean, he does spend a lot of time with him, and he must know about the sibling-like bond that he and y/n share.”

“Yeah maybe. Or he’s the reason she basically rejected me.”

“Steve, let’s just focus on finding y/n first. I’ll keep an eye out here in case anyone has seen her. You go check the arcade.”

Steve ran out and headed to the arcade next door. His eyes scanned the crowded room, but he didn’t see y/n. He spotted the manager and headed over.

“Hey, Steve. What brings you by?”

“I’m on a mission. Have you seen y/n lately?”

“Not since Friday. Why? She okay?”

“No. She left my house Friday night, and nobody’s seen her since. Will you keep an eye out here just in case she comes by? I’ll check back in a few hours if we don’t find her.”

“Of course. Good luck. I hope you find her.”

Steve left another building without any results and slowly climbed into his car. He rested his head against the steering wheel and was about to give up when the walkie started buzzing.

“Steve, we found her.” Dustin’s voice rang through the speaker. “Well, sorta. You gotta come down here. Bring Robin. We may need her.”

“Copy that. On my way.” He clicked the button off and walked back into Family Video. “Robin, they found her. Dustin told me to bring you because we may need you.”

“Alright. Let me just close up. Been kind of a slow day.” She hopped over the counter and made sure everyone was out before locking up and following Steve to his car. “Think she’s okay?”

“Oh god, I hope so.” He sighed and headed towards lover’s lake. When he got there, Dustin ran out to meet them. “Alright, Henderson. What’s going on?”

“We don’t know. It’s like she’s in a sort of trance. I can’t pull her out so I was hoping that you or Robin could do it.”

“Where’s Eddie?” Robin asked as the three of them walked around the boathouse

“He’s with her right now. We’ve tried everything we could think of.” the trio approached Eddie, who was currently pacing back and forth.

“Have you guys tried breaking this ‘spell’ with a kiss?” Steve asked. Both Dustin and Eddie turned their heads quickly then looked at each other.

“It crossed my mind for sure, but what if it doesn’t work? What if it’s not the right way to break it and we never get her back?” Eddie sat on the ground and pulled his knees towards his chest. “I can’t keep losing people, especially not her, okay? We need to come up with a way to break this and get her back.”

“We will, Eddie. I promise.” Dustin tried his best to reassure his friend that everything would be okay.

“But what if we don’t? Man, I may never get to tell her that I love her...and I really, really love her.”

“Take it from me, dude. Telling her exactly how you feel may not be the best thing to do. It’s only going to scare her off.” Steve sighed and looked at y/n’s tranced body. Her eyes were wide open and everything about her was normal. The only problem was that she was unresponsive.

“You got a problem with me, Harrington? If so, just come out and say it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you trying to tell me what to say to my own girlfriend, man?”

“Girlfriend? What?”

“Y/n has been my girlfriend for 5 months and the last time anyone was with her, was Friday when she was with you. Why didn’t you make sure she was safe? Why didn’t you let her….why didn’t you let her stay the night?”

“I may have said some things that scared her off. But in my defense, she was not exactly shutting me down whenever I flirted with her. She’s my best friend and she didn’t even mention you two were together. Are you sure you were even that serious?”

“Steve, stop. We’re not here to pick fights, okay? What we need to focus on is figuring out how to break her out of this trance-like state that she’s in. We don’t even know how long she’s been stuck like this, alright? So that last thing we need is you two dumbasses fighting over who loves her more or who deserves to be with her.” Robin pushed herself off the tree she was leaning against and walked in front of y/n.

“Maybe you should try the kiss. It could possibly break her but we won’t know unless we try.” Dustin sighed.

“Were you talking to me or him?”

“Me, obviously. I am her boyfriend.”

“But what if you’re not her true love?”

“Steve, just shut up about it. You kiss her first and if she doesn’t wake up, then we know it wasn’t meant to be and then Eddie can do it.”

Steve looked at Eddie silently, waiting for permission. Eddie just sighed and nodded slowly, looking away when Steve kissed y/n. When she didn’t make any moves, Steve sat down and sighed heavily.

“So it’s not me then. God, I wish it was.”

“Hey, we don’t know that exactly. Sometimes it takes a minute or two.” Eddie looked at the guy in front of him and patted his shoulder. After a few minutes of no response, it was Eddie’s turn. He gently cupped his girlfriends face and kissed her softly. When her hands found their way around his neck, Dustin cheered behind them.

“I honestly can’t believe that worked.” Robin rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. She walked over to Steve and gave him a pat on the back. “You tried your best, man. It’s not like she rejected you because she didn’t like you. She’s just really into Eddie.”

“I know. And I’m glad she found someone who makes her happy. She deserves it. But I just wish I could’ve had a chance at least. Maybe one date or something.”

“You’re going to find someone who makes you feel the way y/n does. You just gotta give it some time, and before you know it, you’ll be over her and everyone will live happily ever after.” Robin glanced over at the couple and sighed contently when she noticed the smile adorning y/n’s face.

“I can’t believe you came looking for me.” she grinned up at Eddie who had an equally wide smile on his face.

“Of course I did, sweetheart.” Eddie kissed her head and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “I love you.”

“What?”

“I said I love you. And I know that it’s a little late for me to tell you, knowing how you like to live your life in the fast lane, but it’s true. I’ve never loved anyone in my life, so I really wasn’t sure what it was supposed to feel like. But now I know that it’s late night talks and shared laughs over something as ridiculous as a phallically shaped leaf or vegetable. It’s being able to call someone your home and being able to feel warm in their embrace. It feels like no time has passed when you’re with the one you love, when in reality, hours have passed by. Being with you feels like all of that and honestly, I’m glad I know how it feels to love someone this much.”

“Eddie, I love you too.” y/n pulled him in for a kiss and when they pulled apart, she looked at Steve. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He responded softly. Eddie let her walk to him while he joined Robin and Dustin on the sidelines.

“Listen, about what you said on Friday…”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I get why you reacted the way you did.”

“Listen, Steve. I do love you, truly I do. But it’s just not in the same way you love me. I know this is going to hurt for you to hear, but you’ve always been like a brother to me and I never ever want that to change.”

“I think I might actually be okay with being just friends.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You seem to be really happy with Eddie and that’s good. He’s a pretty decent guy and I’m really glad you found someone who treats you right.” Steve smiled.

“Thank you, Harrington.” Eddie walked over to him and held out his hand. They shook, making Eddie smile. “Also, thank you for all your help with finding y/n. I owe you one, man.”

“All I ask is that you keep making y/n happy. Keep treating her right and we won’t have a problem.” Steve offered Eddie a smile and y/n beamed when she saw her two favorite guys getting along.

“I promise you that nothing bad will come from this relationship. Scouts honor.”

“Hey, maybe now that you guys are friends, Steve could play D&D with us sometime.” Dustin suggested, causing the four adults to quickly respond…

“No!”

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hello! I was reading your Nibling reader and chris stuff.

Thought maybe I could request one(if that's okay-)

How about one with Nibling on total drama world tour that's terrified/disturbed by Sierra? (like I am now-shes creepy) like, they will go to the other side of the plan just to get away from her. Even if it means avoiding people they like(even Chris at one point) but then it gets to the point that Reader legit begs Chris to kick her off.

Kinda dark, but now whenever I see how Sierra treats Cody, it upsets me-)

Hope you have a wonderful day/night!^^

I hope you’ve been having wonderful days yourself! I’m so sorry I took a long time with this one my dear, I really hope you enjoy it and that it was worth the wait😵❤️!! 

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 8)

Chris didn’t think through Sierra’s position on the show.

“Hm, Gwen... There’s something I wanted to tell you since I first saw you.” you swift your curious words up to the goth girl.

“Oh? What’s that, (Y/N)?” what did you want to say to her that you couldn’t before?

“Your hair... It looks like Coraline’s, doesn’t it?” the cyan black brushes upon her shoulders,“The colour, the length...”

Her facial features shake in surprise,“No way! You know that film?”

Who doesn’t!?,“Of course I do!”

“Who was your favourite character?” she asked electrified.

“The actors, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible!” you declare,“That scene where they were doing acrobatics had to be one of my favourite moments in the film!” you didn’t need to watch said scene physically for your mind to fly in amazement.

Gwen agreed, smiling with you,“I second that! But Other Father’s song has to take the ultimate cake for me.”

“Fair!” now time for the real question,“Do you think Coraline ever escaped?”

Gwen gives a tiny squeal, the happiest you’ve seen her with you,“I have been waiting to talk about this with someone!” She’s excited to discuss it. So were you.

Until Sierra walks in.

“Gwen, is it fine if we talk down there?” like excitement, your voice lowered, with your hand tugging her sleeve.

“How come?”

“Be...Behind.”

Gwen only had taken half a glance to inhale through her teeth and comply. By nature, shifting down to the other end of the economy class guaranteed no invisibility as Sierra sprinted to you,“OMG! It’s cousin and bridesmaid! Everyone on my blog has been dying to get some more nibling and contestant interactions! And I get to witness it in person, face to face...!” her voice sharpened down to a whisper at the last part, before steaming back up,“What are we talking about??”

“Erm...we weren’t talking about anything.” you couldn’t hold strict concentration on her, you might turn into stone,“I remember Chris said he needed to talk to me about something. Maybe next time.” you whisper to Gwen,“Sorry. We can talk about it later.”

Gwen nods as you hurry to the front of the plane, leaving her with Sierra.

“Uh...” she wasn’t a fan of her company either,“I should probably go check up on Leshawna.”

“Leshawna?” Sierra’s shriek did nothing to stop the goth from walking out,“Wasn’t she eliminated?”

Fast forward to another conversation she ruined.

“Uncle, do you remember the first time you flew on a plane?” you asked him in the middle of the first class section.

“Oh ho ho...” he had himself sat down in one of the golden seats. You know it’s gonna be good,“How could I forget? It was chaos! For a start, your nana lost her purse during security check so we spent an hour helping her find it. We thought we were gonna miss our plane, until they announced it would be delayed for three boring hours. When we did get on, we were seven hours in the air before turning back, because the plane we boarded had a faulty air pressure and there was a hurricane.”

...Wow. You could count on his stories for being wild, but a hurricane on top of a faulty pressure? That sounds like too much stress for one childhood,“That sounds so scary!”

He laughed,“Sure was! Your mom was crying for hours. She thought we were gonna like die.”

Of course!,“Eh? Didn’t you?” If you had been there, you would have responded the same!

“I diiid, but death comes for us all eventually. I’ve had near-death experiences growing up, so the whole thing just felt like missing the school bus. What can I do? I’m walking proof that God has favourites!” your uncle was awesome, but he can be quite a stretch. Still, you get what he’s thinking.

“...Do you think we’ll get any hurricanes?” your naive conscience was now screaming with dystopias of the plane crashing.

“Maybe. If we do, it’ll be one heck of an episode!” if you didn’t know better, you would have thought he wanted it to happen.

From the corner of your eye, you see Sierra finishing with forcing affection around Cody’s cheeks. She was now by herself.

Don’t come here...

Chris noticed first that you were stepping away.

“Something wrong, (Y/N)? Is there a hurricane coming?” it was meant to be a joke, but somehow was applicable.

“Chris... Please.” you gestured him to move with you, to which he responded in facial confusion. Why. Why didn’t he see you wanted to get away from her? Why was he still sitting there?

If keeping distance from your uncle meant you could avoid awful Sierra, so be it!

Speak of the striking devil...

“Aww! Aren’t I soooo lucky to witness my very favourite family bond!” she gushes, hurling her camera out from nowhere,“Can I take a photo of this for the fans?”

“Erm sure...” though you weren’t exactly spending time with Chris anymore.

“Smiiiile!” you don’t. She puts her camera down and gives you a saddening look,“Why so down, cousin? Is it because you don’t have any siblings or other cousins to play with? Oh, cousin! Don’t worry, don’t worry! My mom’ll be sure to give you some!”

“Huh?” what did her mother have to do with it?

Chris knew, by immediately remembering the last time Sierra opened her mouth around you,“That’s enough, Sierra.”

“But it’s true, Chris! You know you wanna marry my mom! We’ll all be one happy family! We’ll never cut ties!” delusion drives her voice as she rubbed her thumb on your palm, staring right into your eyes,“Did he ever tell you how babies are made?”

Okay.

That was a question you frequently thought about.

But with Sierra looking at you with that devious grin...

You lost it.

You took your hand back,“Leave me alone! I don’t want to know! I don’t want you to tell me!” you start crying. Why couldn’t she leave anyone alone?!,“I don’t like you! I don’t like you! I don’t like you!”

For someone who wanted kids, she was terrible with them!,“Now you’ve done it, Sierra...” Chris groaned at the girl whose rare panic tore her face, his arm shielding you,“Couldn’t keep that mouth zipped for a minute, huh?”

You’re brought into Chris’ quarters where he silently grasped you in his arms. You felt like a burden to your uncle, but you knew he would tell you that if it were true.

“Chriiis, I don’t like Sierra...” you sniffle, mouth sandpaper dry,“She keeps thinking we’re cousins and she keeps getting close to me! She never listens to me! Can you kick her off? Please, uncle?”

“I know, (Y/N).” he spoke, unmoved,“But I can only influence how the game plays. I can’t directly do anything, especially when Sierra is a huge attraction for ratings. It’s Team Amazon that makes the call to let her go.”

So... All you need to do is convince the rest of her team to vote for her? That should be a piece of cake, the superfan was unpopular with everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if they already were voting for her.

“I’ll promise you that the next time we have Team Amazon voting and majority of their votes are for Sierra, I won’t decide to make it a reward challenge last minute.”

“Are you sure, uncle?” he was infamous for breaking his word,“Your fingers aren’t crossed, are they?”

He takes his hands up above you. Not a finger crossed,“Promise.”

You felt a little relieved that Sierra’s fate was partially determined,“Mm... What should I do then?”

“Just wait a little longer... She’ll be gone soon.” his words were a succour, but the sound of his voice makes you think

Will it really be soon...?

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Chris Motionless x Reader

Shades Of Purple

Part 6: Orchid

Warnings: Language, mention of Ronnie Radke, some angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

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Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/744126039822925824/shades-of-purple

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/743496965745229824/shades-of-purple

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Y/N’s POV

“Chris?” I called out, walking down the hallway as I looked for Chris. I hadn’t seen him since this morning after he left my room, and now it was getting really late.

I was really concerned about him. Something was clearly bothering him and it hurt that he wouldn’t tell me what was on his mind. I didn’t want to see him upset, my heart ached seeing him like that.

I remember the look he had in his eyes when he hugged me. They looked so full of pain, sadness and even…guilt? Could he have been feeling guilty about drinking my blood last night? God, I hoped he wasn’t. I was the one that offered my blood to him and reassured him countless times that it was okay. Hell, I’d allow him to do it as many times as he needed. I wouldn't mind if it meant I was helping him. I just wished he would talk to me.

“God, where could he be?” I groaned. I was getting really worried now. I couldn’t find him anywhere and it was frustrating! I was really starting to wonder if something had happened to him..

I leaned against the wall, slumping down as I sighed heavily. What if I caused something to happen? Did I push too far? Did I make him uncomfortable by having him drink my blood? What if him drinking my blood turned out to be a mistake?

No, it couldn’t be! I was helping him, he even thanked me and said he never felt better. I was doing a good thing. I pulled my knees to my chest and closed my eyes. “Please just be okay, Chris..”

“Miss Y/N? Are you alright?” Someone asked. I looked up to see Madison in front of me, looking at me with a concerned look on her face.

“Madison, hey…” I said, getting up from the ground. “Have you seen Chris anywhere?”

She shook her head. “No, I haven’t. I haven’t seen him all day. Perhaps he’s locked himself in his office to get work done?”

“I checked there, he wasn’t there. I’ve looked everywhere for him. I think it might be my fault that he’s not here.” I said quietly, a hint of guilt in my tone.

“Your fault? Why, what happened?” Madison asked with confusion.

“I’m not sure if you were aware or not, but Chris wasn’t eating for quite a few days.”

“Yes, I knew. I even scolded him for not getting proper meals.”

I chuckled a little, “So did I. I was really concerned about him. When he came back one night, he looked sickly due to not eating, so I offered to let him drink from me.”

Madison looked shocked. “Did he?...” She asked slowly.

“Yeah, last night.”

Madison covered her mouth and looked away, a nervous expression on her face. ‘Oh…oh dear…”

I cocked a brow, “What?”

Madison shook her head. “Chris swore he wouldn’t touch a single drop of your blood. He was very insistent about that too. He seemed very against the idea of drinking from you.”

“Yeah, it took quite a bit of convincing. He was afraid he was going to hurt me. But I told him it was okay and that I’d be fine. He was very hesitant, but he did drink my blood. He was very attentive with me during the whole process and even stayed with me for the night to make sure I was alright.”

Madison crossed her arms. “I’m honestly really surprised he actually did it, especially considering his past experiences with drinking from those he cared about.”

I looked at her with confusion. “What do you mean “his past experiences”? What happened?”

Madison looked away, rubbing her arm. “Oh my, I’ve said too much. Forget I said anything.”

Wait, was Chris hiding something from me? What was going on?

I stepped closer to her. “No, tell me what you mean. What happened with his past?”

“That’s something I think Chris should tell you. I have no right speaking for him on that.” Madison sighed, looking down. “It’s very personal and painful for him.”

I furrowed my brows and frowned. “That’s the thing. He doesn’t seem to want to talk about anything. I think that’s why he’s not around. I think he’s hiding somewhere. I just want him to talk to me is all! I feel like he doesn’t trust me..” I admitted, hugging my arms.

Madison offered me a sympathetic look. “I don’t think it’s that. I just think he’s worried you won’t like what you hear.”

I sighed. “If he’s not going to be open with me, I’m not sure how he expects us to get closer. Communication is important.”

Madison nodded in agreement. “Oh definitely. You see, it’s...been quite some time since Chris was in a romantic relationship. His last…didn’t end well. It’s been so long because I believe he was afraid to let himself love again.”

My heart hurt for him at the thought of him denying himself love. He deserved to have someone love him. Now I really wanted to be there for him.

Madison smiled a little. “I was actually the one to convince him to go to the auction. I told him he had the chance to find someone there. Now here we are with you. He seems to really care about you.”

I returned her smile. “Becca said the same thing..”

“Go look for him now. I have a feeling he’s around here somewhere. He needs you, whether he’ll admit that or not.”

“I will. Thanks for the talk, Madison.”

She smiled at me. “Anytime. Let me know if I have to keep his ass in check.”

I laughed, “Noted. I’ll see you later.” I said, waving at her before I turned away.

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Third Person POV

Chris had been in the same room the whole day, hiding himself away. He was so distraught over the reminders of his past.

The damn necklace had haunted him with the memories of his last love. The reminders that he had hurt Lena over and over. The reminder that she thought he was a monster…

The little diamond rose charm still sparkled the way it did when he first had it made for Lena. The clasp on the back had a small charm on it that had read “Eternally Yours”. He had really thought Lena would be his soulmate, his forever. How foolish was he for believing that? Surely a monster like him didn’t deserve to have that.

Truthfully, he was hiding because he was afraid to talk to Y/N. He was afraid of opening up to her, he was afraid that if he told her of his past, she’d be horrified. She wouldn’t trust him anymore, she’d be afraid of him! What if she decided to run away and never come back? He was so afraid of losing her that he figured it was best to keep her in the dark about it. At least for now.

God, the more that he thought about it, she was just like Lena. They both cared so much about his well-being, insisting that he drink from them both. They had similar mannerisms and everything..

In fact, she shared similarities to all of the women that he had fallen for. He could see a little bit of her in each of them for different reasons.

And that hurt. It really fucking hurt.

Now it seemed she was becoming a reminder of his mistakes too. No, he shouldn’t be thinking like that! It wasn’t her fault, she had just wanted to help him. And boy did she. Fuck, the way she tasted…

“No, enough of that shit. The more I think of her blood, the more I’ll crave it..” He muttered, running his hands through his hair. That was the problem though. He couldn’t stop thinking of her taste. She was addicting…

Maybe he was better off hiding away from her forever. That way, he’d be protecting her from himself. He couldn’t hurt her if he couldn’t get to her, right? Yeah, he’d just let himself stay in here and rot.

Y/N walked down a few more hallways and was about to walk up the stairs to the balcony before she heard what sounded like soft sobs coming from the door behind her. She turned and pressed her ear to the door. It was Chris, he was crying…

She carefully opened the door, cringing a little at how loud it creaked. “Chris?” She called softly as she approached him.

His head whipped behind him as his eyes landed on me. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his face was tear stained. “L-little dove, what are you doing in here?” He asked, his voice sounding raspy and tired from crying. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight of him like this.

“I was looking for you and I heard you crying..” Y/N said, now in front of him. “Why are you crying?” She asked, looking at him with such worry.

Chris looked away. He was so afraid of opening up to her. “Listen, don’t worry yourself over me. I-it’s not a big deal, I-I’m fine-”

“No. Don’t pull that, Chris. You’re crying, something is clearly wrong. I want to help you Chris, but I can’t do that if you’re going to keep me in the dark like this.” She scolded him. She took one of his hands in hers and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please, let me be here for you. I care about you and I hate seeing you like this.”

“You’re only going to be scared of me if I tell you..” He whispered, feeling more tears forming in his eyes.

Y/N took both of his hands in hers. “No, I won’t be. Madison told me you have a hard past. I’m willing to listen. I can handle it.”

Chris finally looked back at her, “Promise you won’t be scared of me? It’s intense..”

Y/N gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “I promise.” She said with a gentle smile.

Chris took a deep breath before looking down. “There’s a reason I was so against drinking your blood. I’ve had really, really bad experiences with a lot of blood. I can become heavily addicted to the taste of human blood, especially if I really enjoy the taste. Whenever I drank from my past lovers, I got addicted to their taste. I-I got so hooked on their blood to the p-point I was blinded by greed, selfishness and c-cravings. Because of that, I-I ended up h-hurting them in the end..” As he spoke, tears slid down his face and eventually, he broke down and started sobbing.

Y/N pulled Chris into an embrace, rubbing his back soothingly. It all made sense now. He didn’t want to drink from her because he was afraid of hurting her like he hurt people in his past. He didn’t want her ending up like them.

“Shh, it’s okay Chris..” She whispered as he hugged her back tightly. He shoved his face into her shoulder, sobbing heavily as he clung to her.

“N-No, it’s not okay Y/N. I h-hurt so many people in the past because I c-couldn’t control m-myself!” He cried. “I-I don’t want the same thing happening to you. You’ve been s-so kind, you don’t deserve to be p-put through that. I-I should’ve never drank from y-you because you tasted fucking amazing. Y-you should leave me here s-so that way y-you won’t get hurt..”

Y/N pulled back a little to hold his face in her hands. “Don’t you ever say such a thing like that! If you hadn’t had my blood, god only knows what could’ve happened. I could’ve lost you!” She could feel tears of her own pricking the corners of her eyes, the idea of losing Chris upsetting her. She gently wiped Chris’s tears away with her thumb. “I’m not going to leave you either, Chris. I never will. You can’t keep thinking I’m going to end up like those girls if you don’t give yourself a chance.”

He sniffled. “T-that’s the thing. These cravings can c-come out of nowhere, and they’re hard to control. I-I hate to admit this, but I’ve thought about your b-blood so much already. I’m a monster, Y/N. I always will b-be. I can’t forgive myself…”

She shook her head. “You’re not a monster. You’re anything but a monster. You can’t keep beating yourself up over mistakes you’ve made in the past, you’re never going to get better that way. I’m not saying you have to let go of your past, but you have to come to terms with it and move on, become better for yourself.”

She was right again. Chris couldn’t keep punishing himself with that stupid necklace. He couldn’t keep believing he was a monster. He just had to learn how to control himself. He couldn’t have any more of her blood, that was for sure. He could handle that. He only had it once, so it would be easy to get over.

“No more drinking your blood though. Not under any circumstances. I don’t want to risk getting any more addicted to your blood than I already am.” He stated firmly.

Y/N nodded. “That’s fine. I just want you to get better. I want you to be okay, physically and mentally.”

Chris smiled a little. “I will be, in time…”

She smiled back at him. “I’ll be here for you, every step of the way. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He pulled her back into another hug. “You really are an angel, you know that? You’ve been so wonderful to me, I don’t know how I can thank you.”

Y/N smiled. “Thank me by getting better. Not only for me, but for yourself. Do you think you can do that?”

Chris nodded. “I…I will. I can’t keep beating myself up. I can’t change the past, but I will become better.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile more. This was a step in the right direction! “Exactly. This is already a great start, Chris. I’m proud of you.”

He pulled away a bit, looking at her almost in disbelief. “You are?” He asked, a bit surprised.

Y/N smiled warmly at him. “Yes, I am.” She said, hugging him one more time. “You’re going to be okay Chris. I know it.”

Chris let out a small chuckle before wrapping his arms around her, holding her against him. “Yeah, I am. I’m going to be okay..”

They stayed like that for a few more moments before Y/N pulled away. “Did you eat anything today?”

Chris shook his head. “No..I haven’t had much of an appetite. I’ve been in here the whole day, I honestly didn't care about eating.”

She frowned. “Please go eat something. It’s important that you have something in your system.”

“It’s close to midnight though. I don’t want to miss our balcony date, little dove..”

“The balcony can wait. You need to eat. I can wait for you until you get back.”

Chris frowned. “Are you sure you don’t mind missing the stars tonight?”

She smiled gently at him. “It’s not a big deal, I can see the stars any night. I’d rather you eat something.”

“Alright, I’ll go out. But please don’t wait up too long for me, okay?”

“I don’t mind waiting. I’m not that tired honestly.”

Chris nodded. “Alright. I’ll be going then.” He said as he stood up. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I’ll be back soon.” He said before he left the room. Y/N blushed, holding her cheek.

“I’m so relieved he talked to me..”

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Y/N’s POV

It had been hours now, and Chris still hadn’t come back. Usually when he went out, he’d be back after an hour at the most. It had been more than that and I was starting to worry that something had happened to him. I was sitting by a window, leaning my head against it as I gazed out into the night, praying that he was okay.

Madison approached me and sat down next to me. “Did you manage to find him?”

“I did. He told me everything about his past. I’m so glad he did as well. I think it was good for him.”

She nodded. “I agree. It wouldn’t have been good for him to keep it all bottled up.”

“I don’t want to think about what might’ve happened if he didn’t tell me..” I murmured, looking out the window. “He’s been out hunting for a while now. He’s been gone for hours.”

Madison glanced out the window. “That’s strange. He should’ve been back by now. He never takes hours to hunt. I hope he gets back soon, it’s supposed to start snowing any minute now.”

I bit my lip. “Do you think something might’ve happened to him?”

“I’m not sure..” She put her hand on my back as she looked at me with concern “But you should get some rest, it’s really late. He should probably be back in the morning.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep knowing that he’s out there in this weather.” I stood up and started walking to my room. “I’m gonna go out and look for him.”

Madison’s eyes widened and she started following me. “No, that’s not a good idea. It’s freezing outside. The woods are expansive and with the snow, I’m afraid that you’ll get lost.”

“Chris could be lost or even hurt right now! I have to make sure he’s okay, Madison.” I said as I walked into my room and put on a warm coat and boots.

“Are you certain that you’ll be okay out there? I could send someone with you.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” I said, giving her a smile.

Madison crossed her arms and gave me a small smile. “You’re extremely brave Y/N. You really must care a lot for Chris.”

“I always will. Nothing will change that.” I said confidently, now fully dressed and leaving my room. “I’ll see you later.”

“Be safe, Y/N.”

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Madison wasn’t wrong about the woods being expansive, it went on for miles! One could easily get lost in a place so massive.

Not too long after I started searching, the snow started to come down, and it was heavy. It was not making my search any easier. The large snowflakes made the visibility awful, so it was becoming harder to see. Being mid-January in Pennsylvania, it was freezing as well. I wasn’t going to turn back though, I had to find Chris.

“Chris? Chris, where are you?” I called out as I moved through the forest. “Are you out here?”

A gust of cold wind hit my face and sent shivers down my body, despite my layers. “God damn Pennsylvania weather..” I grumbled as I shielded my face with my hands.

The snow was coming down even heavier now, and I could barely see a thing. It was only becoming colder it seemed, and the wind was howling. It was so strong that it was starting to move me in the opposite direction. I was trying my best to move against the wind, but it was becoming more and more difficult. With one more powerful gust, I was knocked to the ground.

“Fuck!” I cried out. As I stood up, another gust hit me, knocking me down again as a swarm of snowflakes hit me in the face.

“Chris! Where are you?!” I tried yelling again, but it seemed pointless. He wasn’t around..

“Damn it Chris, where are you..” I whispered. I was getting scared now. I was freezing and more than likely lost as well. And what about Chris? Where the hell could he have gone? Was he safe? This wasn’t good, at all..

I sighed heavily, the wind calmed down for a moment which gave me a chance to stand up. I got up and brushed the snow off my body. I was about to turn when I heard something behind me. It sounded like footsteps!

“Chris??” I said in a hopeful tone as I whipped my head around. My heart sank when I saw what it was, or rather WHO it was…

“Huh, wasn’t expecting this now..” Radke chuckled darkly, slowly approaching me. “Hello, pretty.”

“Shit..” I mumbled under my breath. Now things were REALLY bad. What was he even doing out in these conditions? Was he insane?? “W-what are you doing out here?” I stuttered, my tone hostile.

“I need to eat, can’t just starve, even with crappy weather conditions y’know.” He said in a sarcastic tone. I took a few steps backward, trying to create some distance. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, any more steps back and you’ll fall into that lake behind ya.” He said, pointing behind me. I turned my head and gulped. There was in fact a large frozen lake. I looked back and he was in front of me now.

“I really gotta thank you, you’re making my night so easy now.” He growled, snatching my arm roughly with one hand and grabbing my chin with the other. “I’ve got myself a meal now..”

“Let go of me!” I shouted, struggling to rip my arm out of his grasp.

“Oh, I think you misunderstand something here..” Radke cooed, “You and I have got some unfinished business to attend to, sweetheart. You were supposed to be MINE.”

“Well I’m not yours! You don’t get to touch me!” I spat, glaring daggers at him. He grinned a sadistic grin and laughed maniacally which made my blood run cold.

“That’s because you were stolen from me. I’m just here to take what was supposed to be mine.” He whispered darkly. “Now you’re going to be a good girl and let me have my meal..”

My breathing intensified and my heart was going at a lightning speed as I felt his head dip to my neck. I continued to struggle, trying to break free but it was useless.

“Quit struggling. Stay the fuck still.” Radke grumbled, his lips attaching to my neck. He was going to kill me, wasn’t he? Was this how it was going to end?

“Get your hands off her!”

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Vigilante Shit (Chapter Three)

Edited-ish. ~2.2k words

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"You are catching on quick," Raz smiles when you load your tray with several cocktails and glasses of wine before lifting it without spilling anything. It is only your third day, and you were by yourself most of yesterday. Today, he did not try to pair you with anyone, and so far, you have been perfect on your own.

"Thanks." You smile at him. "It helps to have experience, right?" You deliver the drinks to the table of women having a 'ladies' luncheon' with a smile and ask if they need anything else before you turn to go and grab the order for your new table. "Hello." You greet them without looking up as you fish for a notepad. "How is everyone?"

“Y/n?”

Your chin jerks up, and Mav is smiling at you. "Hey, Mav."

"No way!" The other one you recognize from the beach smiles at you. You laugh with a shake of your head. "It has to be fate."

"Oh wow," you murmur, a blush coloring your cheeks while flipping to your new page. "But don't get too excited. I just work here. And it is a small island."

He laughs, shouldering Mav. He is watching you with a grin and a blush coloring his cheeks too. "Do you mind if we wait?" Mav asks. "We have friends joining us."

"Sure," you smile. "Would you like any drinks while you wait?"

"A beer sounds great," Mav's friend comments with a sigh of content from having thoroughly embarrassed you both.

You frown, glancing at Raz still on the floor before turning back to him. "Do you have an ID?"

"Yeah," he shrugs while getting his wallet and sliding his ID to you.

You check it, you know it is fake, but you cannot prove it, and you are not even going to try to. "Reese McCowen, 21 years old." You do not recognize that last name, so you know he is likely a newer resident in Figure 8. The same as Mav. "Mav?"

"Right here." He offers it to you. You check it and bite your lip before meeting his gaze. His eyebrows raise in question. "What?"

You are in a teasing mood with him here as you step a little closer. "If I had known you were such an old guy, I probably wouldn't have kissed your cheek as a thank you the other day."

He laughs, and you smile at making him laugh. Reese shakes his head with a grin at how smooth you are with his friend.

"But on a serious note, can I ask where Mav came from because this says Christopher?" You tip his ID toward him.

His fingers brush yours as he leans in to point out his name. "Middle name."

"Ah. Christopher Maverick," you clue in while letting him take it back. "Guess I need to read the full name next time. Two beers then?"

"Please."

You smile before turning and going to get the beers for them. After you check on your other table, you turn to drop off the beers and freeze. Four more have joined them, and two of them you recognize. A chill spreads through you as they joke and laugh with Mav and Reese. You snap out of your daze when Mav looks at you. He sees the hesitance, and you see the curiosity bloom from your reaction to his friends.

"Here are the two beers." You smile politely, brushing off the twisting in your stomach, as you place them on the table in front of Mav and Reese.

Familiar blue eyes flash as they drag over the length of you. "She's hot," he mutters to the other blue eyed guest you know all too well. He laughs, but when he looks at you, there is something unreadable in his expression. Neither of them remembers you, which is perfect because you are not ready to face either of them right now.

"Would anyone else like something to drink?" You ask, hand braced on the table's edge as another server passes by with a loaded tray. "Or are we ready for food as well?"

"Mai Tai," the one in the far corner of the booth speaks up while smiling back at you.

"She needs an ID, man," Reese supplies before you can. All four fish out their wallets before you take the small stack and flick through them quickly. You pass them back before grabbing your notepad again.

"One Mai Tai."

"Make it two." The blond, blue-eyed one that you recognize from earlier that had checked you out smiles. "Put both under Thornton. I owe my man Kelc a drink." He clasps Kelc on the shoulder before peeking at the other blue-eyed one that is sitting directly across from you in the 'c' shaped booth. His darkened eyes are locked on you, and you hope he is unable to place you still, but you know the chances of you staying anonymous shrink the longer you stand here.

"Will do," you murmur before jotting it down. You look at the remaining two. "Anything for either of you?"

The dark-haired one points at Reese and Mav's beers. "One of these. And my buddy would like another." He smirks at Reese's nearly empty glass. "Under Andrews."

You hum in acknowledgment, jotting it down before looking at the last member of the group. "And you?"

"Mai Tai as well. Under Cameron."

"Great. I will get those right out." You turn and hurry away, your skin crawling as you put the order in.

JJ appears beside you. His expression is less than happy after he sees who you have as a table. "You okay?"

 "Fine." You smile at your brother, but it is tense, and your hands tremble a little. "Rafe and Topper do not seem to recognize me, and the others are harmless."

He nods. "Okay, but Raz will take over if you need him to."

You smile weakly. You would never tell your boss you could not handle a table, especially not on your third day. JJ stares at you for a moment longer, even when you turn away to grab the drinks that are placed on the countertop, ready to go. Eventually, he gives up and goes back into the kitchen. A new table is being sat for you, and you smile at them as they pass. Several older men coming in from a round of morning golf means a better tip than Mav's table would probably leave. You have noticed that the younger kooks' tips tend to be shitty. You jump a little when a hand brushes your back. Mav leans against the bar beside you.

His casual smile falters, and he retracts his hand. "Everything okay?"

You nod, smiling at him as you gather each Mai Tai that is placed on the bar top. "Of course. Only a little startled."

"Can I help with these?" He asks, reaching for the drinks. You know he does not buy what you are selling, but he lets it go, and you are thankful.

"Thank you, but I have a tray," you murmur, but he is already holding the two beers, so you collect the Mai Tais with another tense smile. "Well, all right," you give in and lead the way with him following. "Gentlemen." You deliver each of their drinks. Mav places the beers in front of Reese and Benjamin Andrews, if you remember that correctly before he takes his seat. "Would you like another?" You ask, gesturing to his now empty beer glass. He shakes his head.

"I'm okay, thank you."

"Any time. I'll be back to check on you in a minute and take food orders," you offer, glancing at Topper, but he is no longer paying any mind to you.

He scares you a little. His cool rich boy vibes scream that something dark and twisted lies deep. You saw it when you were fifteen, and it is not something you want to see ever again. It is the same with Rafe. It would explain why they are as close as they are.

You feel eyes burning into you and glance back to see Rafe staring at you. You hope the look on his face is because he is trying to place you but coming up blank.

"Mav, do you have something going on with our waitress?" Kelc asks around a sip of his Mai Tai. He is loud enough that you can hear, and you know it is likely intentional on Kelce's behalf. "I've never seen you offer to carry drinks before or smile this much."

"Maybe," Mav responds, and you note the confidence in his tone. "I'm trying."

"But she's a pogue." An all too familiar voice comments, and you frown at Topper's remark.

"So," Mav interjects before anyone else can. "You called her hot earlier. And you wouldn't be the one dating her."

Topper laughs, and you hear him say something about low lives, but you are greeting your new table with a tighter smile than before, so you let it go.

They are all laughing when you return as Kelce shakes his head at Topper. "She will eat you alive. This one doesn't look like she'll go down easy." Reese supplies.

"Leave her alone. Let our boy Mav have one." Benajmin pipes in before he sees you. But then Kelce shoves Topper's shoulder and clears his throat, so they all fall silent.

"Gentlemen." You announce your return, and they look up from their laughter and drinks. "Do you know what you would like to order for food?"

"Of course." Reese clears his throat while shooting a warning look at Kelce and Topper. They all take turns with their order while you write it down quickly. You can feel all six pair of eyes focused on you as you finish writing down Topper's order.

"Any more drinks while you wait?"

"Water for me," Mav speaks up first.

"Me too." Benjamin and Reese second.

Topper groans. "Come on, boys! It's Saturday. Live a little!" He fixates his attention on you when they do not take the bait. "I'll have another Mai Tai, okay, Sweetheart?"

You grimace but add the order to your list. "Anyone else?"

"Water," Kelce and Rafe both say. Topper groans louder, but you turn away, leaving them to deal with his annoyed reaction to five glasses of water.

After more tables fill up your section and they are eating, you stay away and let another girl, Emily, refill their water as needed. You finish out a check for the older men and turn to take it back but nearly run into a chest.

"Careful." Rafe's hand grips your arm to keep you steady. His touch is searing and makes your inside twist violently. You swallow and gently pull your arm back before you tip your head back to look up at him.

"Something wrong, Mr. Cameron?"

"Um, no, not all. I was coming to get the bill."

"I can print yours." You turn to the screen, and it lights up again. "Do the others want theirs?"

"Yes."

"Cool," you respond quickly and start printing them. You want Rafe back at his table and away from you. He is too close. You can feel the heat from his body pushing against yours. "I can drop them off for signatures in a second since they are all charging to house accounts."

"Great," he muses, his hand clasps his fist, and he watches you, waiting. You peek at him to see if there is something more he would like to say. He clears his throat before looking back at the table and then at you. "Mav really likes you, you know."

You smile a little before grabbing more ticket holders. You liked Mav, but that is none of Rafe Cameron's business. "Anything else, Mr. Cameron?"

He sighs, shaking his head before turning to go. Relief washes over you, but it is in vain because he turns back around without taking a step away. An unreadable look on his face. "When did you get back?"

"I'm sorry?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Don't play dumb with me, Angel."

Your lips part, and all the air leaves your lungs.

He nods, stroking his fingers over his mouth. "You didn't think I'd recognize it was you?"

You look at the floor beneath your feet and exhale. "Rafe…"

"Don't worry about it." He mumbles, his fingertips skate across your jaw, and goosebumps follow in the path of his touch. "I wouldn't tell me either."

And then he steps away and turns, going back to the table without another glance or word. You drop off their checks and return the cashed-out receipt to the older gentlemen with a smile before returning to their table. All are gone except for Mav. He slides the stack of ticket holders to you.

"Thanks."

He smiles before standing, and his hand brushes your waist. "Can I come find you after we finish golfing?"

"My shift ends at four today," you offer, clutching the stack against your chest. "Will you be done by then? I don't plan to linger around today."

He nods, leaning down to brush his lips across your cheek, and they heat instantly under his lips. "Absolutely. I'll come find you, okay?"

"Okay."

(Chapter Four)

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HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

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Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

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So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

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Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

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Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

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Cheers,

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(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

#bless yalls soul u sent these so long now #jfc its feburary #wtf #hope u like it razor's mom!! #sorry abt my lateass reply 😭 #also sorry i didnt do that version of Imposter AU u originally asked for #i just like my silly little shenanigans ok i cant stop #sorry im just a goofy silly little guy😔 #genshin impact #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader #genshin isekai #genshin god reader #self aware genshin #platonic genshin #genshin razor

[bloomingstay]

favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!

#I WONT APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG this is #if yo i wanna read it you can if not that's absolutely okay too EVEN if i tagged you~ #chatty #tag #<3 #binniesbang #ur a sweetie tbh thk u #stray kids #skz #stay

[existslikepristin]

Okay, so I actually had a decent number of new followers in the last couple of days who have she/her in their bios, so I don't know exactly how accurate this part is anymore and I apologize for that. I'm going to have to write more futa!you or something if this trend continues and my audience becomes more diverse. Anyway, we'll carry on with the plan for the time being. I hope everyone can find this amusing, failing all else

Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, getting sexual

(Story Index)

Asking for sex stuff

You shrug. "Well, as long as I'm safe, discovering stuff 'the fun way' sounds fine. But as a point of interest, what did you mean by 'Whether or not the questions come before you do…?'"

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry the spelling was off, but I meant you might cum before asking the questions."

"Cum?"

"You know, like in my mouth."

You blink. "O-oh. Is that option still on the table?"

"Could be."

"You'll give me a blowjob?"

"As long as you have the equipment for it. Let me check…" Joy looks at the blogs of the people who have liked the posts and assumes they're overwhelmingly majority male, "Yeah, I believe a blowjob would be what I'll give you. If you don’t have a penis, you can just pretend I gave you one with magic, and maybe we can get around to removing it later."

"What?"

"Don't worry about it. So, you want a blowjob?"

"Yeah!"

"Is that a wish?"

"Oh. Uh, no—"

Joy cuts you off. The air around you seems to get darker, heavier. "So you're trying to disguise a wish already?! Breaking a rule already?!"

"Wh-what?! No! I was just—I thought you were offering!"

The atmosphere returns to normal. Joy smiles and leans in toward you. "I was."

As if by magic (probably actually by magic), your shorts come undone and fall around your ankles. Not-strangely, your cock is already hard. A little bit of sudden, temporary, existential terror has that effect on you, apparently. Not only is your dick hard, but it is in the hands of a mysterious, expositorial woman.

Her touch is divine (literally, maybe). An unexpected, transcendent pleasure pulses through your entire body, but quickly fades and is replaced with the far more normal—but still wonderful—sensation of lips wrapping around your dick. Joy may not be human, but she sure feels like it.

All those descriptions of blowjobs that you’ve read in K-pop fanfiction suddenly and simultaneously make sense. Not that that’s new information to you, obviously. You’ve definitely had a blowjob before. Like a lot of blowjobs. You even know that they call a group of blowjobs a “buzz” because you’ve had so many. Yes, you’ve totally had a buzz of blowjobs. It’s just that it happened in Canada, so other people wouldn’t really know.

Joy beats out that whole buzz though. She swirls her tongue and applies pressure everywhere that it matters. It’s a massage and an adrenaline rush in a single, skimpily-packaged gift box. A gift box with very slightly glowing green eyes, a personality, and her own hopes and dreams, probably, forgoing a deep discussion of those things in favor of making your cock feel really good. Put some respect on this eternally bound slave.

Options:

Oh gosh, wow. Let’s not complicate things yet and just enJoy™ this. Because you know what’s great? That’s right. It’s blowjobs that are great.

Wait a second. This doesn’t feel right, demanding a blowjob when you just barely met this woman! Ask her to stop so you can take her to dinner first, at least.

Moral implications be damned! She’s clearly into this. Get her undressed and advance this sexual session into something more traditional.

Hey, blowjobs are great and all, as stated in option 1, but you’ve got a being of unfathomable cosmic power on her knees here. Get wishing!

[morallyinept]

HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

Howdy y'all! How have you been this week?

My week, despite flying by, has been so busy! But now I have a whole 10 days off of work - wahoo!

Aaannnd, its a certain someone's birthday on the 29th, 😏 so stay tuned for a lil' somethin' somethin' to celebrate. 🎈

Okay Jack, you ready to crack that whip, cowboy? Yee-haw! 🤠

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Chapter 4 of Five Days - I am so thankful for everyone's comments, re-blogs and general feedback on this story. It warms my heart to know you're all excited for each chapter as it drops.

H I M - A Marcus Pike one shot. My submission into the Pike Puddle and I gotta say, I have a few more delicious ideas brewing around in the ol' noggin for this handsome Agent. 🥰

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Sent a hug from Frankie, Marucs Pike & Javi G to @avastrasposts on the first day of her new job. Hope it well, lovely! I am sure you smashed it!🖤

This week's Self Care With Dieter & Jett focused on identifying the signs of oncoming depression. Poor Dieter was sick from the rollercoasters.... and I spoke about everyone being welcome at Jett's place too this week.

Tuesday saw the first release of a new weekly feature called Jett's Writer Wow, where I'll feature a writer each week in the fandom who I think you'll fall in love with. Debuting on the first feature was the lovely El, otherwise known as @secretelephanttattoo and you can check that post out here with links to my favourite works of hers, and her full masterlist. Go give her a follow and show her some love. She is absolutely amazing and so creative. 🖤

☆ Things I'm currently working on

So much! Just know that there's a whole bunch of GIFLETS, one shots and further chapters of Five Days being queued up.

I also have another series I've been working on in the background ready for when Five Days wraps up (although, we've a while to go yet). It features a different Pedro Boy...

☆ Things I've read this week

I've updated my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week with so many new stories that I can't wait to sink my teeth into now that I've got some vacation time.

Admittedly my reading dropped off this week due to a busy work week. But I'm excited to catch up on all your works.

Shout out to lovely @chronically-ghosted who recommended my fic rec lists this week. Thanks to the anon who recommended my work to sweet @planet-marz1 to read, and also to the awesome @suzdin who wrote this awesome Javi P drabble inspired by the concept of my GIFLETS. And a big thank you to @elvinaa who was inspired to start her own Writer Wow.

I am so humbled and grateful that you've been inspired by me in any way. I love how sharing and loving this community is. People supporting and shouting for one another, and it's just divine. Really feeling the love.

I did squeeze in a couple of amazing fics on my lunch breaks this week:

Joel Is Such A Sap After Sex by @inklore A lovely, smutty drabble that left me wanting more of some sappy, post-coital Joel.

Scar Tissue by @wannab-urs The next instalment of her fantastic Dave York series Starving Season. Honestly, you need to read this - all of it. Stop looking at me and go and read it. You can come back to this weekly whip round after. Go on, shoo.

Very much enjoying reading @for-a-longlongtime's Pena & Rockford WIP and I can't wait to read the finished thing. I just know this is going to be legendary!

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Finally watched Strange Way Of Life! Oh my gosh, I am totally in love with Silva 😍 (ssh, don't tell Ezra!). What an amazing little film. You can read a full review of my thoughts on it here.

Earworms this week:

Mostly work, it's been a real busy week for me wrapping up things before my vacation (I am now off until the 31st - woo!), so admittedly it's been difficult for me to write and post as much as I've wanted to, but now I have a week off planned with some hiking, some writing and a whole bunch of R&R. 🧘‍♀️

👆🏻This is a great song to workout to, if like me, your workout playlist consists of nothing but headbanging, screechy metalcore... 🤘🏻

I'm a big fan of Depeche Mode, have been since my mom played them on repeat constantly, when growing up. This is probably my fav Depeche Mode song.

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that wraps it up for this week, lovelies. Thanks so much to everyone who sent Asks and DM's. And it's been real fun joining in on Discord with some of you too! 🤘🏻

Until next week, this is Jett & Jack cracking the whip on this week's whip round.

Stay kind & stay creamy 🖤

🖤

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[expecto-kedavra]

Hey buddyyyy I was wondering if you could write about Slytherin male MC discovering their healing powers and healing Ominis of his blindness and Anne of her curse. I’ve read fics of those individually but never together

Keep up the good work 👍🏼

Hey! I love this idea. Fun fact, the first ask I ever sent on Tumblr was to the ever talented @hogwartslegacyreactions and it was how the HL characters would react to Ominis being cured of his blindness. Be sure to check her out! Scarlet is a lovely writer and I adore her blog. I owe much of my inspiration to her This was originally a bit long all together, so I'm going to split it into multiple parts. ONWARD!

Pt. 2

Pt. 3

Pt. 4

The Healer, pt 1

Ominis was definitely frustrated. He was having a lovely night's sleep when the Margaret the Diricawl landed on his chest. I was going to send a Niffler, but I didn't trust any of them to deliver a message swiftly and efficiently. Especially Ricky. I rescued him from a particularly grouchy vendor in Irondale, said he "pilfered the town and should be sent away to Azkaban." The last thing I needed was detention for the little stinker stealing Professor Ronan's hat, or Weasley's glasses. So I sent Margaret with a note tied to her- "Come to the Room please. I have something to show you." She was the sweetest of my Diricawls, one who wouldn't peck my dear friend's eyes out. They were very important to my plan. Anyways, the grumpy Gaunt stumbled into the Room of Requirement, muttering and cursing. "What? This could not possibly be more important than my rest." I laughed. I wasn't sure if it was really early or really late. I had been working for hours. "Oh trust me my friend. It is." I stared at the small vial that was the reason behind all this. A clear liquid glowed inside, occasionally flashing a brilliant blue. "Go sit on the couch." I ordered, and Ominis agreed. I had definitely piqued his interest.

"You told me that your childhood healers tried Phoenix tears and it didn't work." My heart was in my throat. This had to work. For him, for Anne..for everyone. "Right." He replied. "They thought that if that couldn't give me sight, nothing could." He was very stoic, I knew he had long accepted his condition and made it work. "Well. They didn't try everything. Mainly because this didn't exist until now." I brandished the small vial. He blinked slowly. "Wow. How incredible. I am in awe." He said flatly. Oops. "Oh right. Sorry. I call it Miracle Tears." I was tired. Naming stuff is hard, why do you think two of my pets are named Margaret and Ricky? Being creative was hard enough while not sleep deprived, Miracle Tears was going to have to cut it. "And who's tears might they be?" Ominis laughed. It was good to hear his tone shift from sleepy grouch to his usual sarcastic drawl. "Mine. Helios shared some. So did Diana." I replied. Ominis had met my phoenix, and my herd of Unicorns, so he recognized the names. "What? They cried for you?" He sounded shocked. "Yes, they are my bestest friends and they were much nicer when I woke them up." I shot back. "I thought of every healing substance I could think of. Phoenix tears, of course. Then Unicorn blood, but I knew that was out of the question. I consulted with Poppy, and we theorized that the tears could be used to a similar effect. We tested our theory, and we were correct." I didn't mention that our method involved jumping off of the balcony in the Room. "However, it wasn't as powerful, only healing partially." I said sheepishly. "Wait. Was that why Poppy was in the Hospital Wing for three days?!" Ominis more so sounded disappointed in me rather than upset. "You're getting off topic." I was glad he couldn't see my face reddening. "The last healing power I could think of was my own. Isidora went insane by removing pain and absorbing it. I did not want to risk that, so I thought up another way to bottle this power." He was quiet, I could tell he was thinking. "Listen. MC. I know you want to help me and Anne. But we've both made peace with our lives. As hard as it may be to hear, I don't need this." He was right. I knew he didn't. "I know. Sebastian does." I said softly. He was silent. Since the end of last year, Sebastian had fallen into a funk. His punishment of losing his twin sister was wearing too hard on him. He rarely spoke, and ate even less. I worried for him, and I knew Ominis did as well. "If it doesn't work, you can say you told me so and I will forget about it. But he's our friend, and he's slipping. We are losing him." That was enough for Ominis. "Alright. For Sebastian." I handed him the vial and he drank.

Ominis fell to the floor, writhing in pain and clutching his face. Shit. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. "My eyes! They burn!" He screamed. I ran into my potion room, frantically looking for something...anything. Dittany maybe, I can brew a Wiggenweld...I tried to focus, but my friends pained screams were throwing me off. As soon as I was about to scream for Deek, he stopped. He picked himself up off the floor, blinking. "I...can see." Ominis looked up at me. His normally pale eyes had turned into a deeper shade of blue. It worked. "Sorry my ragged mug is the first thing you saw." I laughed. He tackled me with a hug. "This is the world...the real world!" It was quite adorable seeing him staring at everything, his smile lit up the room. "We need to find Sebastian."

#Hogwarts legacy fanfic #Hogwarts legacy oc #x reader #Sebastian sallow #Ominis gaunt #healing #harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #hogwarts houses #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc

[slocumjoe]

I was wondering if you had any recommendations of fo4 fanfictions/writers you enjoy the work of?

You know, this actually is a point I've wanted to talk about in general, but never really had a reason to. The thing is, I don't like fallout 4 fanfic. I tried once and decided it was just not my content of choice.

Fallout 4 has a pretty sizable fic issue of, "Every single world is different." This is true of almost all stories where the protagonist is very easily...interchangeable. If you can make your character, chances are, they have their own looks, decisions, choices, opinions, backstories, quirks, relationships, et cetera. It is a whole new character that the world turns around, every single time.

So, the first issue here, is that it takes away from the benefit of fanfic being a story you don't have to get invested in. You know the characters and their deals, let's rock and roll. But with a new Addition, the author has to sell you on them, often quickly. However, you will have your own character that you've put into this world, and I personally prefer looking at my guy than others. People tend to not like (not hate, just not prefer) ships with certain pairings, right? So, if I invest a lot of brain power thinking about Danse and Augustijn, if I open a Sole X Danse fic, and I see Danse macking on a Sole who isn't...who Sole is to me, it's a large adjustment, especially if I'm not sold on the other Sole as their own character.

Another thing I tend to dislike is fics set in the perspective of Sole, rather than the other characters. I know the other characters already, and I'd prefer to spend time with them, than get invested in the new guy, as I said before. But people set the POV as sole to help speed along the whole selling thing.

So, few technical things, but when I did sample fallout 4 fanfic, the actual content I saw was just...so not for me.

Fallout 4 fanfic, last I checked, is;

Cute college aged white girl with Danse/Maxson/Both of them

Cute college aged white girl with Nick

Cute college aged white girl with Hancock

Cute College aged white girl with Deacon

Cute College aged white girl with MacCready

Cute college aged white girl with...deathclaws?

I find that many Soles tend to be supermodels with fairly shallow characterization, because they're self-inserts. They're just there to look good up against whichever white dude the author has the hots for. That's fine, we don't shame, it's just...I don't like it. Again, I like the characters I know, and in those types of fics, the characterization of the Male Companions tends to veer hard left into "wow this supermodel lady is so hot and cute and she's so sad I have to save her." It's just tedious for me.

Last I tried fo4 fanfic, it was...2018, 2019, I think, so things could have changed. But if I go to the top rated fics on ao3, the first page is just smut "The Vault Girl has a sweet ass/was maybe a pin up model, and oh no, (insert man) jerks off to her every single night!" It just makes me roll my eyes.

I could recommend content creators but chances are, you're following them already. In terms of fic...all I got for you is rad-roche's Unmade Man series. Required reading for this blog.

Not meaning to yuck anyone's yum, it's just that your yum is my yuck.

I used to write fanfic for fallout 4, if anyone remembers My Hope And My Fear Is Human Interaction. Initially titled Strawberry Donuts Of War. I took it down like an idiot because my own mental health was going right down the shitter, and trying to write that story and verbalize my own shit was kinda triggering. Fond memories, though. I also wrote three Danse x Sole fics, and took them down for "This is making me cringe" reasons.

Maybe one day.

[lycheepocketwitch]

𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐦𝐚&𝐭𝐡𝐩 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞)

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: it's been a decade since you've stepped foot inside shield. you can't say your're exactly excited to see your old classmates again, but all you have to get through the reunion and then it's another goodbye.

warnings: suggestive language

word count: 2.2k

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It was true what people said about how dramatic high school seemed; your tumultuous relationship with Wanda was evidence of that. Anything and everything that happened to you two felt like it was the be-all and end-all of your lives. Years down the line, you would shake your head at how much heartbreak you went through, all because of poor communication. Your high school experiences definitely shaped who you had become, but you still wished you would’ve fought for yourself a little harder back then.

At least, you no longer were the quiet artist your peers knew. Perhaps moving to the West coast did you some good after all. It wasn’t easy moving across the country, but it felt necessary. You were never going to stay in Westview forever, and New York City just reminded you too much of high school, no matter how big it was. That wasn’t to say that Los Angeles didn’t have its pitfalls, the incredibly expensive houses being one of them. You weren’t really looking forward to paying off your mortgage on top of your college debt (although alleviated a bit by the scholarships you’d gotten over the years). The one good thing out of this situation was that you’d get to have your forever home with the love of your life. All that was left was actually finding it.

You fiddled nervously with the ring on your middle finger as you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. “You look lovely, honey,” your mother cooed from the doorway of your childhood bedroom.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my mom,” you said.

Your mother simply shook her head in disagreement. “Don’t forget to drop by the Proctors’ bakery for your cake-tasting appointment.” You hummed in response, rearranging your loose white blouse under your mustard yellow blazer. “Two buttons,” your mother suddenly said.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“Leave two buttons undone. You and your fiancée will thank me later.”

“Oh my god, mom, I’m gonna leave now,” you said, ignoring your laughing mother as you made your way down the stairs. You bid goodbye to your parents quickly before leaving the house.

hot shot fiancée #2: you’re not thinking of ditching are you? hot shot fiancé #1: wow you have so much faith in me hot shot fiancée #2: i was just checking to make sure to see if i had to punish you later😈 hot shot fiancée #1: how am i supposed to drive to the last place i want to be knowing i could have you in my bed instead if i stayed home? hot shot fiancée #2: patience baby and you’ll get your reward ;) hot shot fiancée #1: you’re gonna be the death of me omg hot shot fiancée #1: i miss you so much hot shot fiancée #2: i miss you more❤️  i wish i could be there with you right now hot shot fiancée #1: me too❤️ see you soon i love you hot shot fiancée #2: i love you always💕

You smiled down at your phone, turning it off to get ready to pull your rental car out of your parents’ driveway. Driving down the street, you couldn’t help but glance at the Maximoffs’ house, a nostalgic feeling bubbling up at the sight.

A loud ringtone broke you out of your thoughts. You carefully reached for you phone in one of the cupholders and trying to accept the call while keeping your eyes on the road. “Hello?” you said as soon as you accepted the call and put it on speakerphone.

“Where are you?” Yelena’s angry voice rang through.

“I’ll be there soon,” you said, wincing when you noticed that you were now going to be at least 30 minutes late if traffic wasn’t going to be a total asshole tonight.

“I’d believe you if you didn’t have your location on, pchelka. You aren’t even in the right state right now!”

“I’m sorry! I got caught up. I swear I’ll try to be there as soon as possible.”

“The missus isn’t even with you and she manages to distract you,” Yelena scoffed, but you couldn’t help grinning at the thought that soon, you’d be married to the woman of your dreams.

“You love her,” you retorted.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, she grew on me. Now, get your ass over here. I can’t stand these people. All they’re talking about is how they were the shit in high school.”

“Why are you there when you clearly don’t want to be?”

“Free food, duh. Now, hurry up!”

“I will. I will,” you said, shaking your head in amusement even though she couldn’t see you.

True to your word, you made it to your old high school less than an hour later and found Yelena leaning against a tall table near the group that had formed around Vision.

“Why would you subject yourself to this torture?” you snickered as you successfully managed to sneak up from behind her and spook her. Yelena wasn’t nearly as amused and just smacked you on the arm with the back of her hand.

“They took my goddamn table,” she grumbled.

“It has your name on it?”

“I had it first. It’s the closest to the bar,” she explained, slightly glaring at the group who didn’t spare her a second look.

“Come on, little miss grumpy,” you snorted, not bothering trying to tug the woman away since there was no way her stubborn ass was going to move now. You had to give it to the reunion committee. They did an excellent at redecorating the gymnasium to not make it look… well, like a high school gymnasium.

“I can’t believe you left me here alone, all of you!” Yelena exclaimed. In defence of Makkari and Druig, you didn’t think they exactly planned on timing the birth of their first child to match the night of the reunion, but you didn’t say anything as not enrage the other woman even more. “I had to listen to Vision talk to his groupies about his upcoming projects for Stark Industries’ line of smart home gadgets.”

“Is that even legal? Shouldn’t those be like super under wraps or something?”

“I bet you it’s a marketing scheme, making it seem like he’s revealing some deep secret when really, they’re relying on the crowd to spread the word to others,” Yelena shrugged, downing her shot of vodka.

“Oh Pietro!” you suddenly heard Vision shout as he waved at him to come over. You and Yelena followed Vision’s line of sight to see Pietro slowly making his way to the younger Stark with a tight smile. As he made his way to their table, he greeted you and Yelena with a subtle head nod, which you both returned before you continued your conversation.

The tables were close enough for you to hear Vision and the rest of the group congratulate Pietro on winning a silver medal at the previous Olympics, as well as Pietro thanking them and answering any questions they had about what else he’d been up to. To outsiders, it would look like old friends catching up, but you distinctly remember the fallout the Maximoff twins had with the popular kids. You started to tune out the group’s questions to solely focus on your conversation with Yelena until you heard Peter Quill ask about his sister.

“She’s been good too,” Pietro answered easily. “She’s still doing her residency in pediatrics and she loves it. I think she had to finish up something urgent at work today, so that’s why she’s late.”

As if on cue, the doors to the gymnasium opened once more to reveal a very late Wanda dressed in a plum colored, tight fitting evening gown with a cowl neck. Maybe you were biased, but it definitely felt like time had stopped as you watched her standing by the entrance in search for one particular person. She was even more beautiful than she was in high school and you couldn’t help your thumping heart as you kept your eyes on her while she grinned when she finally found the person she was looking for.

Wanda didn’t bother with niceties like her brother did. She made her way straight to you, gently caressing your cheek before pressing her lips against yours. “Told you, I’d see you soon, sunshine,” she murmured, staring lovingly into your eyes.

“Not soon enough,” you said quietly. “You look gorgeous in that dress, by the way. I can’t wait to take off you.”

It was apparently not quietly enough because that prompted Yelena to cough and reply, “One, ew. Two, I should have you know that I’m very offended by that. If you don’t appreciate my presence, I have no problem making myself scarce.” At the same time you told her you didn’t mind that, Wanda protested and told her to stay. “I’m gonna remember this betrayal,” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes at you.

“I will not be blamed for wanting to spend some alone time with my fiancée,” you asserted with a shrug, snaking one arm around Wanda’s waist to rest your hand on her hip.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives together,” Wanda cooed and placed a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Are these two making you feel like a thirdwheel again?” Pietro asked Yelena after leaving Vision’s table to stay at yours.

“Always,” Yelena groaned, earning herself a round of laughter from all three of you.

You’d been quite apprehensive about this night. While you had gained a lot of confidence since your high school days and were practically an entirely different person, you weren’t exactly ecstatic to go back to the place your insecurities had stemmed from. Wanda was the one who convinced to give it a shot.

She didn’t pressure you into going, but she did tell you that it’d be a nice way to show your younger self that you’d grown. “Plus, I’d get to show off my incredibly hot fiancée to everyone,” she had added, only somewhat jokingly.

The night wasn’t nearly as bad as you’d imagined it would be. It was pretty boring and uneventful, but Wanda was right, if younger you could see you know, she would be so proud of you for getting this far.

“So,” you drawled, “when can we leave?”

“I just got here. I haven’t even gotten to show you off yet,” Wanda whined. Seeing you pout, she sighed. “Fine, we can leave soon, but I’m parading you around before we head to your parents’.”

You let out a small chuckle and relented, looping your arm into hers as she started to drag you around the gymnasium to quickly say hi to old classmate before leaving the reunion. Yelena trailed behind, grumbling about how she was going to get payback on Kate for bailing last minute and not attending her reunion next year.

“Your girlfriend is a busy CEO, Lena, give her a break,” you said and laughed when Yelena’s pout transformed into a grin as she showed you a text from Kate saying that she would try to make it up to her with cuddles. You said goodbye to your best friend and got into your car, opening the door for Wanda to get into the passenger seat.

“You think your parents are asleep yet?” Wanda asked, rearranging her hair so that laid over her seatbelt while you put the keys in the ignition.

“Probably not,” you responded and you could tell Wanda was smirking without even looking at her. “You better actually be quiet this time. I don’t want a repeat of last Christmas.”

“I was quiet! It’s not my fault there was a freaking spider that showed up out of nowhere and landed on the bedside table.”

“I can barely look my dad in the eye now,” you groaned. “How awkward was it when he went to pick you up from the airport earlier?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Wanda shrugged. “And you know what, I would say it’s pretty impressive that that was the first time they caught us in bed.”

“I would’ve preferred it if they had never caught me under you instead.”

“Aw, is my baby shy about being a bottom?” Wanda teased. You snapped your head in her direction, watching her with an incredulous look.

“You’re gonna regret saying that,” you said and redirected your eyes to the road.

“I don’t think I will,” she replied. She leaned towards you to kiss your cheek and from the corner of your eye, you saw her lean back against her seat while she crossed her legs.

You smiled to yourself thinking of how far you two had gotten. It had taken years for Wanda to grow into herself and stop caring so much about what people said about her, and for you to learn how to stand your ground and not let others walk over. After all this time, you’d finally gotten to this place where both of you were ready to enter a steady and serious relationship together. It wasn’t an easy journey and even now, you had your difficult days, but you were both so happy to have each other again, at last.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #series: ma&thp

[facks-stories]

Hellish dnd campaign:

Mimu - cleric

Devon - figher

Alex - the dm

Sean - barbarian

Chip - rogue

Achos -  necromancer 

“Can I just complete quest?”

“Mimu- everyone is in a battle-“

“:(“

“Fine I’ll let you roll for it”

*on like 5 health* “wait what??”

*rolls a 18*

“WAIT I’M GOING TO DIE IN LIKE TWO HITS!?”

“I can revive you after B)”

*mad for what ever reason* “AHHH WHY DID YOU ROLL NO ONE SAID ANYTHING”

“Because”

“BECAUSE WHAT? YOU’VE BEEN TORTURING ME FOR THE LAST 3 SESSIONS-“

…

“Nuh uh”

“NUH UH? I’VE DIED LIKE 7 TIMES YOU CHILD”

*half the group is dead except Mimu and Devon, they are having a gathering with some goblins they befriended. Chip is tempted to throw something at Alex for allowing it*

“perception check”

“Wow, its a room, with nothing but your short self and your group in it”

“I-“

“I’m taller”

“By one inch 😔”

“Its two now”

“Shut”

“Nuh uh”

“stop saying nuh uh” “STOP SAYING NUH UH”

“You young rat! Let me stay alive for like ten minutes please?”

“… I bet when I’m your age I’ll be taller then you”

“Are you calling me old >:(“

“Yes B) you are the oldest here-“

“I’m 30-“ [this is assuming chip, sean, and achos is under 30] (but achos might be pushing 30 I don’t remember)

…

“Damn you are short”

“Language :(“

“No he isn’t he was like 10 ft last I saw him-“

*giggle* “nuh uh”

“OH YOU LITTLE-“

*Sean tries grabbing Devon and Achos attempts to stop him but forgets they have no arms, chip lets it happens and Mimu is a little worried and confused how they made it this far without this happening*

“You are so annoying,”

“Ur boyfriend”

“I don’t even have a boyfriend”

“… I was going to say ‘not yet’ but I have like no faith in you”

“>:(“

“Wow great campaign you guys, we should do this again”

*didn’t fight anyone*

*killed a lot more people then he intended*

*could barely stay alive because half the time Mimu was making friends*

*still very tempted to throw something at alex*

*got distracted too many times, what were they doing again?*

Notes:

Alex was targeting Sean, like 100%, it started as a accident but Alex enjoyed causing panic in him

Mimu, Devon, and Achos probably got separated from the group and they had the most peaceful voyage while Alex tortured chip and Sean.

Devon showed his more stupid side during this, he was probably teasing Chip more then Sean, it was out of pity though

Achos probably didn’t show up to like every other session, Sean could have used a revival 

Chip and Sean aren’t actually mad [perhaps]

Tags:

Mimu is my character [this blog]

Alex is my character [this blog]

Devon is my character [@wings-devon]

Sean is sharkie’s character [@sharkyy599]

Chip is sharkie’s character [@sharkyy599]

Achos is brownfuse’s character [@essentially-a-worm-on-a-string]

#I may have thorwn their personalities away #sorry 😔