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randoimago · 8 months

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Headcanons of Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot, and Hobie have a crush on an oblivious reader?

Crushing on an Oblivious Reader

Fandom: Spiderverse

Character(s): Hobie, Peter B. Parker, Miguel, The Spot

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): God I love the idea of these specific people having a crush on an oblivious reader because I feel like it's just chaos no matter where you look. All of them are v dramatic for different reasons tho

Hobie

Oh he finds your oblivious to be very amusing. At first, he thought you were ignoring his advances to spite him for some reason (which he'd respect it). But then he just realizes that you don't get it.

Honestly, not too surprising you don't pick up on his advances. He doesn't do things the typical way. Flowers? Chocolates? Like hell he'd contribute to capitalism to flirt with you. He also doesn't really flirt with you with the standard "your eyes are pretty" "you look cute today" yeah no. It's definitely "hey, let's go to this protest and shout ACAB at any cops that walk by"

The most "romantic" (he doesn't believe in romance) thing he does is play his guitar for you. Even then it's lots of loud noises but he throws all of his emotions into it so that's something.

Miguel

Considering he doesn't even try to make it obvious that he likes you, it's no wonder you haven't realized. Hardly anyone knows that he's even "flirting" with you (making you 'employee of the month' isn't flirting, it does make Lego Spider-Man suspicious tho).

He's nicer to you than others, but that's something that even he is oblivious to and if Lyla or Peter mentions it then he denies as a defense mechanism. You deny it because you really don't see it.

The funny thing is, Lyla has gone behind his back to send you cute messages and stuff from his email but even those you don't get (and he doesn't know she does it) so now she's getting frustrated on his behalf.

Peter

He is gradually going insane with how you're not picking up on his advances. He's given you flowers, chocolates, he's said really dumb dad jokes to leave a smile on your face. But if anyone mentions your relationship it's always, "Yeah he's a good friend!" and he dies inside.

Has gone to Miles and Gwen for help. He can't believe he resorted to asking teenagers for help hitting on you and he can't believe he's trying to follow their ideas. (he mentioned looking up "how to flirt" and when the word "thicc" left his mouth, it caused an uproar)

Honestly wanted to get the sweatpants out and brood because maybe if he looks like a sad hobo then you'll give him attention. His doctor told him he'd die without your attention so please notice him before he goes bald.

Spot

Does not know how to flirt so your obliviousness is both understandable and killing him because he's trying. He's trying so hard and it's so pathetic. Especially because when he fails with his flirts, the self-consciousness kicks in and then he's just sad.

His words are stutters, he has tried to steal you flowers only for one of his spots to grab a cactus instead (which he ended up pricking himself with and now needs tweezers). Wanted to win you a teddy bear at a carnival cause that's cute, right? But he can't find a damn dimension with a carnival! (unless you count the spider society cause they're a whole circus)

Would probably just end up so dejected because he's tried so hard and has finally chalked it up to you not getting his advances because you don't want to. Why would you even like someone covered in spots like him? You trying to comfort him doesn't really help either. Maybe he'll sadly confess to you, maybe he'll die alone, who knows at this point.

#tw arachnophobia #arachnophobia tw #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #peter b parker x reader #hobie brown x reader #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn x reader

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smoooothoperator · 9 months

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Beautiful Stranger

11: Begin Again

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

Words: 3.3k

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a/n: so this is the end guys... But don't worry, you'll have a epilogue!!! The end was how you expected? Was something surprising? I read you!

Every type of feedback is very welcomed

13th of November

His birthday. He always liked to celebrate it. Since he was little his mom used to make him a birthday cake and invite some of his friends to his house, making a small party in the backyard of the house. They sang "Happy birthday" to him and then he blew the candles while they clapped.

But this year, even if it was the same and he could celebrate it with his family and friends, he didn't want to celebrate it. Because the person he loves is not here with him.

Last night he wrote another email. And she didn't reply, again.

He got out of the bed, leaving on it the blonde girl whose name he can't remember, and went to the kitchen. The sun is rising yet, it's too early.

How could he fell so low? At which moment did he decide that being with different girls could make him forget about her, if the only thing he does is compare them to her? And the worst part of it was that every time he did that, he ended up writing her an email in the middle of the night with the girl he took to his bed sleeping next to him

"How am I lying to?" He sighed, rubbing his face with a hand.

The truth is that he was losing hope. He was giving up slowly. And it scared him more than not having her forgiveness and living his whole life knowing that he let her go because of a mistake he made.

"Hey" the girl purred, walking out of the bedroom wearing his shirt. "Smells nice"

"Mhm" he nodded, taking a sip of the tea. "I think you should leave"

"Why? You didn't have fun?" she chuckled.

"No" he said, looking away. "And I have to take a plane. So if you would leave soon, I would appreciate it"

"What an asshole" she groaned, turning around and going to his bedroom to get dressed with the clothes she came with.

He didn't see her walk out, but the front door being slammed after she left made him know she wasn't happy. Neither was he.

Sometimes he imagined how his life would be if he never lied to her. They could be calling all days, asking how their day was. Lando liked the idea of her watching his races on the TV at her house, or while she was working on her office at home. Ne would be sending her VIP paddock passes in case she wanted to come to a race and when she came he would always show her around and explain everything related to his work.

But those are only things he creates in his head. Lies he tells to himself trying to not think about what he did.

"Happy birthday, muppet" Carlos chuckled through the phone.

"Oh, hey… thanks, mate" he sighed.

"Are you okay?" he sighed, making him bite his lip and smile weakly.

"Yeah, yeah… just a year older" he laughed sadly. "I'm okay"

"I'll see you later? Your father asked me if I was going to your birthday party at their house" Carlos said.

"Oh, sure" he smiled weakly. "Yeah…"

"Okay, tell me what's wrong, Lando" he sighed. "I can feel that you are not being yourself"

"You think so?" Lando asked, letting a sarcastic laugh get out of his chest. "I haven't been myself since I came back from Greece, Carlos. And you know why"

"You should forget her. This time for real. She won't answer you"

"I'm not ready for that" he sighed. "I just… she was the one, mate. I swear. In such a short time I loved her so much"

"But you decided to ruin it, Lando" he sighed. "You didn't make it work properly"

"Not you too, please…"

"No, Lando. Stop complaining and listen to me. I think I have every right to say what I'm going to say" Carlos sighed, making him nod even if he couldn't see that. "I told you from the start that what you did was stupid. You could have told her your name without creating a lie knowing that she didn't recognize you. But no, you decided to play the immature card and lie to her and to the whole town where you stayed. The second stupid thing you did was fall for her and not tell the truth explaining things with time, just how she did. She trusted you and the only thing you did was give her false trust"

"You think that I don't know that, Carlos?" he frowned, holding the phone tightly. "You don't think that I regret lying to her? I know I acted immature, you don't have to repeat it"

"Then act like the adult you are and mature" he frowned. "Settle down, find someone and marry her later"

"I already found her" he frowned. "And I won't give up on her"

He ended the call, disappointed because one of my best friends doesn't support him.

He might be selfish, but the only one that knows when he found the love of his life it's him.

After finishing breakfast, he grabbed his backpack and got everything ready to leave, making the bed and making sure that everything was in order.

How can he be happy the day of his birthday knowing that she won't be there?

"Fuck…" he sighed, chucking the email and watching that there's no reply, again.

The plane flight felt longer than it was. He wasn't excited to go back home, to meet family and friends and spend time with them.

But maybe Carlos was right. Maybe… maybe he should forget her, find someone else and have a real start, without lies and always telling the truth. Maybe he should close that chapter of his life and start a new one, make himself a new man.

He kept his phone muted all day, not wanting to be disturbed and deleting all the notifications he had on his phone.

All the notifications, the new email with a reply included between them, sending it to the spam.

When the plane landed, he saw his friend there to welcome him, holding a big paper with the letters "Happy Birthday" on it. Lando smiled weakly and walked towards him, hugging him tightly.

"It has been a long time since you celebrated your birthday here" Max smiled him, hugging his shoulders and walking with him towards his car. "How are you feeling?'

"Like shit, mate… like an actual shit" he smiled weakly.

The way towards his family house wasn't long, letting him look out of the window and watch all the houses he remembers from his childhood, one of them being too special for him.

"Do you remember that house from the end of the street?" Lando asked his friend.

"The one of Miss Rose?" Max frowned looking at his side. "Yeah"

"I always wanted to buy it when I was little" he smiled weakly. "Thinking I could grow old on that house and have a family there"

"Mhm" his friend nodded.

"I… should I give up?" he mumbled, playing with his fingers nervously. "Should I forget Lily and start a new chapter of my life? Why do I feel my heart being squeezed by the thought of that?"

"Because that, my friend, is how love works" Max smiled weakly. "I know you fucked up pretty bad. But love is love. I know some people tell you that you should move on and continue with your life. But I know you, mate… I know you too much to know that you are not like that. That when you fall for someone you fall so hard that you don't care about being hurt later"

"Then why are people telling me to give up?" he frowned. "Carlos called me this morning and told me to find someone else. I can't! I can't imagine my life without her"

"Can I ask you something?" he said, stopping the car at the traffic light. "Four months have passed since you left Greece, and you had a lot of free time while not having races. Why did you never think about going there and talk with her instead of sending her emails?"

"I…"

"You say that you miss her and that you love her. But you never tried to go back to her" Max frowned.

"Because I wanted to give her space" he mumbled, trying to convince himself that it was the right answer.

"Did you?" he asked. "Or was it that you were afraid of her reaction?"

Lando looked at his friend surprised. He never wanted to admit it. He had dreams, nightmares, about her saying that she hates him, that she doesn't love him anymore, that she regrets everything. He was afraid of facing her again.

"I don't know" Lando sighed.

"I think it's time to figure it out, mate" Max sighed. "Because sleeping around with girls after going to parties is not the right way of forgetting her or whatever you wanted to get with that"

When Max parked the car in front of his family house, Lando didn't know what to do. His friend is right, he should.go for what he actually wants.

"Come on, everyone is waiting for you"

He walked with Max inside of the house, smiling when he saw everyone there to surprise him, receiving all the hugs they wanted to give him.

"Hey" Carlos smiled weakly, walking towards him. "I'm sorry about this morning…"

"No, you were right" Lando interrupted him. "I have to settle down. And I'll do it,. you'll see"

Carlos smiled proud and hugged his friend, patting his back.

Everyone sat on the table, getting ready for lunch while talking.

Lando smiled looking around, watching his family and friends. He couldn't help but feel a stab on his chest not finding her face there, but he has his friends and loved ones near, and a plan working on his brain.

After his family sang to him, he closed his eyes and made a wish, making his smile grow a little.

"I wish she gives me a second chance and we could live on Miss Rose's house until the end of times"

He blew off the candles and smiled looking around, grabbing the knife and cutting it to share with his friends.

After eating, everyone went to the backyard. Some of them were playing football, others were sitting on chairs and drinking beers.

He looked at his brother, how he played with his daughters Mila and Athena, making Lando smile.

He wants the same Oliver has. He wants a family to love and build a future. He wants Lily to build a future with him.

He's decided. Once the season finishes, he will go to find her. He will go and talk with her like two adults. He will ask her to be his, to create something only they can know how to build.

26th of November

He felt a weight get out of his shoulders once he crossed the finish line.

His second half of the season was hard, finishing with points but not as high as he wanted.

But he didn't care anymore.

He knows that once he gets out of the car he will be free for the rest of the year. He knows that once he takes off the racing suit he will be free of work responsibilities and he can do whatever he wants.

He took off his helmet and looked up at the night sky, taking a deep breath and smiling.

He knows that once he leaves the hotel, he will take a plane that will land on Athens and then another plane that will land on Corfu. He knows it will be a long day, but for her he has enough energy.

"What are you going to do during the winter break?" Oscar asked him, walking towards the McLaren hospitality after their media duties.

"I'll go get my girl back" he smiled proudly.

Everything was perfect in his mind. Too perfect that he never thought about things that could go wrong. He didn't even reserve an apartment for him to stay, thinking that she could open her apartment for him.

The moment he landed in Greece, he was tired. His body was begging him to stop and rest, to recover energy. But his heart was beating too fast, he was too excited to be here and find the love of his life again. So he fought against the tiredness and catched the second plane and the ferry that could bring him near the town.

Once he got out of the taxi in front of Nora's restaurant, he smiled looking around. This place feels like home, only because of a person.

"Lando? What are you doing here?"

He turned around and smiled at the old woman, walking towards her with his suitcase next to him.

"I came for Lily"

"Lily…" she smiled sadly. "I told her you would come… but she didn't listen to me"

"Is she working? Or she's at the apartment?" Lando asked, looking around.

"Oh, lovely boy… she's no longer here"

"W-what?" he frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"She left a week ago, Lando" she smiled weakly, hugging him.

"Why? I… I came to apologize. To talk with her" he frowned, confused.

"I think you came too late, kid…"

Exactly. He came too late.

"Where is she?" he mumbled. "Nora, please… where is she?"

The old woman smiled weakly, grabbing his hand and walking him inside her restaurant, making sure he grabbed his suitcase.

He let himself fall on a chair, not understanding what was happening.

Lily, the Lily that loves Greece, left.

"Why did she leave?" he asked her, confused.

"Because she faced her own fears" Nora sighed. "And I see that you did the same"

"Yeah but… too late" he laughed sadly. "Too late… God, if I only came when Max told me"

"Why did you decide to come, Lando?" she asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Because I wanted to see her. To apologize… to ask her to be mine" he mumbled.

"Why did you stop writing? Why did you never answer her? That's why she left, kid. Because she felt that you moved on"

"What? Answer her? She never answered me!" he frowned.

"She sent you an email for your birthday. You didn't read it?" she frowned confused.

Lando frowned, grabbing his phone and searching the email. He searched for dates, for her name. But it didn't show up.

"Oh…" he frowned when he opened the spam. "She replied…"

"Yes, she did" Nora smiled weakly. "She read all your emails, she wore your clothes all the time"

All this time he thought Lily didn't want him. Everything he wanted was to see her, to talk with her and hold her.

"God, I'm such an idiot" he groaned.

"Here" she smiled, leaving a paper next to his cup, the same gesture she did when he left four months ago. "If you truly love this girl, please do things right. If you love her and feel ready to tell her the truth, go there"

December of 2023

The moment she left the town she was scared. She was scared of facing a new reality and starting again.

Four months ago she imagined leaving this town for a reason, for a person. She wanted to leave this town because he asked her to go live with him. Not because his lie made her open her eyes and realize that she needed to start again.

When she left Parga, the first thing she did was sell the engagement ring, making sure to have extra money. The next thing was to sell the old apartment she had in London, closing the open chapter she had of her past.

And now, in her new apartment in the middle of Firenze, she could start again.

The boxes full of the furniture she had in London, suitcases with clothes and her art she brought from Greece and the new items she bought were on the floor of the flat, waiting to be placed on a perfect place for them.

She decided to start studying at an art academy where she can improve on her own art. She rented a small store where she can sell handmade things, with all the shells she found in Greece and creating her own brand.

Lily was proud of herself. Of how she got out of that lie she was living in. Of how she knew she could do everything alone, without a man next to her.

But sometimes she finds herself, laying on her bed, dressed with his hoodies. They stopped smelling like him, and even if she bought his perfume, it wasn't the same. It didn't smell like him anymore. And it broke her heart just a little, knowing that losing his smell meant losing him too.

She used to check his social media, to see how he was doing. She even started watching races while she was in Greece, supporting him in silence.

Somewhere deep inside her wished he answered her. She kept checking her email, but there wasn't anything from him.she wished he went to Parga, but it was just an stupid wish.

She spent her birthday alone, buying herself a cake and blowing the candles after making her wish.

"I wish he was here holding me at night"

Firenze was cold in winter, making her wear hoodies and jumpers and keep her favorite dresses at the highest shelf of the wardrobe. Everytime she sees herself in a mirror, her mind goes back to her life in England, and it makes her shiver thinking about that.

The past is in the past. She can't change it, she won't change it. But what she can change is the future and the present, and she only hopes all her wishes come true.

That day, 6th of December, after eating her own birthday cake, she decided to take a walk around the city with a notebook and pencils in her bag, leaving her phone on the living room table.

Something she likes about that city is that no one will look at you while you sit on the stairs and draw what you were looking at. No one will question what you were doing, who you are. They will know immediately that you are someone that came to admire their place and capture its beauty on a notebook page.

"Buona sera" the lady of the coffee shop greeted her with a smile. "The same as always?"

"Yeah, thank you" she smiled.

She stopped lying to herself, being someone she's not. She wants to be authentic, true to her own essence.

After grabbing the cup of tea she walked out of the store, deciding to sit on a bench nearby and draw what she had in front of her, getting lost on every detail if it, losing the sense of time.

When she looked at the clock of her wrist she gasped. It's late and the next day she has class in the morning. So she collected everything and put it back in her bag, standing up and walking towards her apartment, listening to her music.

Opening the front door of the building she called the elevator, getting jsnjde if it and pressing the button of her floor, humming happily while holding the bag with her dinner.

What she didn't expect was to find a person sitting on the stairs next to her door, with a backpack on his lap and a suitcase next to her door.

"What…" she gasped when she stepped out of the elevator.

"I called but I heard you left the phone inside…" he said looking at her with a smile.

"You came…" she mumbled surprised, feeling how her heart started to beat fast, wanting to escape from her chest and join his heart.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful stranger" he smiled, standing up and looking at her, opening his arms for her.

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theepisceswriter · 10 months

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JJK characters comforting a stressed out/overworked significant other ( Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Mei Mei)

TW: none really apply, GN!reader, headcanon format

GOJO SATORU

He's QUICK to notice the signs when you're under distress, any slight change in your mood and he's on the case like Olivia Benson.

It's during times like these that he really clings to you and is an attentive partner because he's seen what the weight of stress can do to people close to him and he REFUSES to let them succumb to it if there's anything he can do to stop it.

He becomes so soft and vulnerable with you the moment he notices your eyes are a little too bloodshot

"What's wrong baby? Do you want to talk about it? We can lay down if you'd like."

He turns into your therapist for the day and purposefully clears his schedule for the day so you can rant to him for as long or as little as you'd like. You can take it all the way back to drama from grade school if you wanted to and he'd listen genuinely to try and come up with solutions for you.

Did I mention all of this is happening while you're laying on his chest and he's stroking your hair? V U L N E R A B L E !

The moment the source of your stress is identified don't even worry about it anymore, he's most definitely going to take care of it and you.

Oh and he's going to throw you a stress-free themed party with the jjk kids that seems so silly but actually helped all of you in the long run.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is a stressed out and overworked man in general so you would do your best to hide the fact that you’re stressed out to not add on to his stress, but Nanami isn’t falling for any of that “I’m okay, I swear (:” nonsense when it comes to you. He recognizes those bags underneath your eyes all too well. Not to mention that he can hear you typing away on your laptop and shifting around in bed checking your email at god forbidden hours of the night when you should be sleeping.

He moves in silence for real unlike the people who post those quotes on their IG stories, so you most likely wouldn't even notice that he knows how stressed and overworked you are. You should absolutely know better than to think you're tricking him, when this man gets partners he STUDIES them to a T!

You'll just come home from work and he'll have dinner already made for you along with special pastries that he prepared himself and a night of self-care prepped for you to complete; he's big on acts of service as a love language.

"But Nanami I have wo-" "You didn't ha-" AHT! He's not hearing that, he'll just gaze at you and then motion to the table with his head. You have no choice, this man is going to make sure you're stress-free for certain by the end of the night.

And yes, you are going to get a lecture on the importance of mental health and self care and no you cannot tell him about himself.

MEI MEI

“Darling, why do you work yourself so hard when I can just take care of us?”

Mei Mei is a sugar momma and you can’t convince me otherwise. Half of that money she finesses out of others? Yeah, it’s going towards you and your expenses.

The first sign of distress and she’s sending gifts to your house that she knows will cheer you up. New shoes, a couple of new expensive outfits, some roses, etc, etc.

I also feel like she's a master baecation planner too, so don't be surprised when she sends you that "pack your bags" text at 8pm and the next thing you know you're in Aspen skiing with socialites.

Though, depending on how much she likes you and values you this could be a good or bad thing. If she's not really vibing you like that but thinks you're cute enough to keep around then she's doing all of this just to get you to shut up about ranting to her.

"Stress is just a mindset and one that causes wrinkles so knock that off."

BUT, if she reaaaaallllyy likes you then these are genuinely just the perks that come with having Mei Mei as a girlfriend. Best believe she'll find a moment in the midst of spoiling you when you two are alone to get to the bottom of your stress and help you figure it out.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He don't give a FAWK what you got going on baby !

I'm just playing yall, he cares but because he's emotionally unavailable its very hard to tell that he cares sometimes.

Hit him with a "I've just been so stressed lately" and he'll hit you with a "So stop stressing 😐" he means well I promise.

It's when he sees it take a toll on your mental health that he gets concerned, or as concerned as someone like Toji can be. Once he notices the fatigue, lack of eating, and dark eye circles his protection instincts kick in. As someone who's traveled into the deepest and darkest parts of his mind, the last thing he wants is for someone he cares about to end up in a place like that because he knows how it feels.

Just like Mei Mei, his acts of service and the amount of support he gives you depends on how far along and serious you two are as a couple.

If you're casual he'll just give you verbal reminders like; "Don't you think you need a break?" "Go eat you look like a witch" "I would suggest a nap to help with those dark circles." He's apart of that sassy man apocalypse we're.

BUT, if you two are locked in then he'll go out his way a lot more to make sure you're comfortable like buying you comfort food, watching a movie or two with you, and fucking to keep your mind off of it.

He'll physically take your work laptop away from you and put it on a high shelf purposefully so you won't be able to reach it. Your job keeps calling you in on your off days? He'll pickup the phone next time and let them know the Toji way why you can't come in. Boss irritating you over a project? Don't let toji see him in person or get ahold of any office numbers!

#this is such a weird combination of characters but baby I had to get this out my drafts #this been in my drafts for two years LMAOOOOO #jujustu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #kugisaki nobara x reader #mei mei x reader #toji fushiguro x reader

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dawneternal · 2 months

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Part 2

⊹ A modern Gwynriel College AU

⊹ Summary: Nesta has been trying to throw Azriel and Gwyn together for a while now. When a group project comes along, Nesta snags Az for their group so the pair are finally forced to interact.

To make matters more complicated, Gwyn accidentally sends the wrong document to the group, replacing the writing assignment with a smutty chapter of fanfiction.

Things only bloom from there, forcing Gwyn to either let down her walls or lose a friendship that has become important to her.

Prepare for fluff, angst, classic college tropes, and some cheesiness

⊹ Notes: Sorry this one is pretty short. But don't worry, the next chapter is like triple the length.

⊹ Warnings: Gwyn has a panic attack

⊹ Word Count: 1k

⊹ AO3 Link

Gwyn woke to no new notifications on her phone. That unsettled her more than any teasing responses would have. She wanted to stay in bed and hide from the world until the pain of her mistake faded. And avoid any inevitable interactions that would come from it. But she willed herself to get up and change, braid her hair, and head to her favorite campus cafe for breakfast.

They only served their giant cinnamon rolls on Friday mornings and there was not many things that could keep her from getting one. This was her Friday ritual - spending a couple hours with whatever book she was obsessed with and one of her worn notebooks, complete with a hot mocha latte and a cinnamon roll.

As she settled into her booth, she let out a happy sigh, glad she went out after all. It was chilly, overcast, and rainy. Perfect for a cozy breakfast and an afternoon nap. The fireplace in the far corner crackled, soft music playing throughout the room.

All of this pleasantness was interrupted by a booming voice calling her name.

“Berdara!” Connor called from across the cafe, “What the fuck was that email? You'll never hear the end of this!”

He was laughing hard at his own cleverness, at this gift that would supply him with months of material. He turned back to his friends, most likely explaining the joke, as they turned toward her a moment later and howled with laughter. The cashier snapped something in their direction and the group of them shuffled out into the cold.

Gwyn sat still, frozen. This was exactly what she didn't want. Connor would make good on his promise and she knew it. Boys like him were not easily deterred, only spurred on by protests. She had handed him an opportunity on a silver platter and there was no way he wouldn't take it.

This was feeling too familiar. This was feeling very, very bad.

“Hey,” A softer voice met her ears. Gwyn turned and found herself looking up into kind hazel eyes.

“You saw that?” She asked, a lump forming in her throat. She willed herself to keep it together, but her body did not seem to be listening. Her heart hammered, fingers numbing as reality drifted away.

“Yeah, I thought I would check on you,” Azriel said, smile fading as he watched her struggle to get enough air. In spite of herself and her pleading, Gwyn's face crumpled.

“Oh, no, hey hey hey,” Azriel swiveled, dumping his things on the table. He gently picked up one of her hands and guided her from the seat. Then he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out the side door of the cafe.

Gwyn could barely see through the blur of tears, but she found herself sitting beside Azriel on a bench in some shaded corner. The world seemed a little bit quieter, here, and she could finally take a deep enough breath.

“Don't listen to him,” Azriel said, his voice low and soft, “He's an idiot.”

“I'm guessing you opened the document,” Gwyn said between sniffles, keeping her gaze on the grass. Though when a tanned hand entered her field of vision holding a tissue, she took it.

“I will say you had me hooked with that subject line,” Gwyn could hear the laughter in his voice, “I was curious. But I figured it out pretty fast and stopped reading.”

Gwyn groaned and buried her head in her hands. At least he didn't bring up any details. Like how the character she had written about was tall and muscled with dark curly hair.

“Hey, it's okay,” He said, so kindly it made her chest ache. “We've all done stuff like that before.”

She looked up to give him an incredulous look, and for a moment Azriel's breath caught in his throat. He was not often the sole subject of her gaze but it left him speechless every time. Even if she was scolding him with her teal eyes, telling him she didn't believe him. He blinked a few times and tried to pull himself back together.

“Seriously,” His lips spread into a crooked grin, “Once Cassian sent a nude to his aunt.”

“Oh,” Gwyn smiled at her lap, “Okay, that's pretty bad.”

“What if I do something embarrassing to make you feel better? Then it'll be even between us.”

Gwyn tilted her head at him, studying his face for any teasing, any spark of something non genuine. But his face was open and honest. And far more alluring than she wanted to admit. Perhaps that's why she pushed away the thoughts of wondering why he would bother to do that for her. It didn't matter why. She wanted to take the opportunity anyway.

“This is worth more than one embarrassing thing. A hundred, maybe.” She shook her head, biting back a smile and trying to look solemn. It almost startled her how easy he was to talk to. This was not a trait she encountered often.

“What about three?” He said, matching her solemnity, gaze burning into her.

“You actually mean it?”

“Of course I do,” He grinned, and Gwyn noticed his dimples for the first time. Of course he had dimples.

She thought for a moment, wondering what thing she could propose first that might make him squirm.

“For the first one, can I put eyeliner on you before class?” She squinted, waiting to see if he'd scoff and protest. His grin only spread.

“Sure,” He chuckled. “You intend to take my offer, then?”

“We'll see how the first one goes.”

She looked away, needing a break from the intensity of his stare. She had definitely not suggested eyeliner just to see if it would make his golden eyes pop even more. Certainly not.

Instead of looking back at him and risking a blush, she took in the little corner he had brought her to, behind the cafe. They sat side by side on a worn wooden bench, facing the lawn that stretched between the cafe and the library. No sidewalk passed through here, shielding the spot from foot traffic. Two trees intertwined above them, showering the pair in jewel-toned foliage with every breeze.

“How'd you know about this spot?” Gwyn asked.

“I know all the best spots on campus to have panic attacks,” Azriel said, smiling softly.

“You showed up at a good time.”

“You have Friday morning cinnamon rolls to thank for that.”

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papercorgiworld · 3 months

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hi, hi, tumblr bestieee!

i've thought so frigging hard about this! and I know you'll be able to exceed my expectations!

it'd be like... cold mattheo or theo and sunshine reader.

like, you know reeeaaally cold, but he's weirded out by, no matter how cold he is towards her, how she's still smiling and everything and grows soft for her and like he's like sending her little gifts and notes aaandd maybe that's all, yk me, yk I love teeth rotting fluff, so yeah.

anyways!! hope you have a great, great amazing day, and here's some mattheo to make your dayyy!

Hello tumblr besttiee 💖

Exceed expectations? Ah! That’s a lot of pressure…

I love the little detail of the gifts and notes. Maybe it’s a secret in the beginning. Maybe she’s like all happy about it and he’s like it’s nothing, don’t be weird about it.

I always love your ideas, so much potential! I’m adding it to the writing list.

Honestly, I wish all messages and emails could be signed with a picture of a cutie… I mean, it would make the world a better place.

I wanna end my mails with “kind regards and here’s a hottie”.

#papercorgiworldcommunications

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astarsol · 10 months

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ch. 2 - truce

"you don't have to do it. you know that, right?" washio questions akaashi, his fingers forming a triangle as he sends the ball over the net. the soft grass hitting the sides of hit feet.

akaashi shakes his head, passing it to bokuto who stands feet away from him. "i do though, to gain a writing job with them. to finally write a novel that matters to me, not another 'l/n romance novel'," he watches as bokuto spikes it down next to washio.

it slams into the grass, rolling away until it reaches the end of the makeshift court. washio raises his eyebrows at akaashi, "they aren't terrible novels... from what i've heard at least."

"you've totally read them, haven't you?"

washio clicks his tongue, "hey, girls like a sensitive guy. what's more sensitive than reading their favorite romance novel?"

he walks off to grab the ball, leaving akaashi to roll his eyes. bokuto slaps the editor on the shoulder, his strong, volleyball playing, arm leaves a sting. "at least you'll be in italy, home of the leaning tower or pizza."

"pretty sure it's pisa, as in the city," akasshi gives bokuto a questioning look.

"pizza, pisa, same difference! you'll be in a new country, maybe your writer will finally be able to show you that she's not just an annoying writer," bokuto shrugs his shoulders, washio giving him a nod in agreeance.

akaashi motions for washio to throw the ball again, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. he never hated you or anything, he just knew the public version of you (and the times you've emailed about the novel). the one who appears as artificially nice.

you open up your arms, accepting a sweet hug from kiyoko. then from ryūnosuke, and lastly from shoyo. "you guys have no idea how much i missed this," you sigh into the last hug, shoyo's hair sticking out a little.

"yeah, but don't you love all of the writing stuff?" kiyoko asks, looking out at the line of people outside of the store. she looks back at you, a soft smile still lining your face.

with a quick nod, everyone can already tell you're overwhelmed, "absolutely. everyone is so great, it's just a lot. my first book wasn't popular or anything, but the second one... it just changed everything. i feel like i'm constantly trying to keep up. which is why i'm even going on this stupid trip."

"hey, why didn't you just say you couldn't do it? we would've helped as much as we could," shoyo raises his arm, his hand clinging to your shoulder.

you lean into his soft touch, finally feeling at peace now that you were with loved ones. "i wanna prove that i can be cooperative, that they can trust me. i've only done this one book with them, and so getting this second one done will help," you shrug, giving the group a lopsided grin.

ryū interlocks his hand with kiyoko's, looking between you and shoyo, "well maybe we can visit or something! a bit of an italian get together. you'll probably see yū too! it'll be okay dude, trust me."

the warm smile on his face reminds you of all the nights you guys comforted each other. how no matter what you guys went through, you went through it together. you look back at the window of people, the dark clouds creating the perfect backdrop to this slightly dreary morning. that would be such a good description for chapter twenty.

masterlist / previous / next

fun facts: - akaashi thought of going into photography but changed his mind due to a coin flip - different face claims will be used for reader - reader doesn’t have many friends but loves spending time with other readers - bokuto has also read your second book

taglist: @merofvenus, @existential-traveller, @kurenix, @reveusecherie, @thechaosoflonging

synopsis: you’re struggling to write a new book for your publishers. especially since it’s a romance novel, and you’re short on romance. what’s even worse is that your editor is terrible at communicating. so your boss sends the two of you on a ‘vacation’ of sorts. get the two of you to work out your differences and get you writing. what’ll happen to the two of you and how will your friends react through the short bursts of information you give them?

if you’d like to be put on the taglist, lmk!

#haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #keiji akaashi x fem!reader #keiji akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #amorist duos smau #amorist duos #smau #haikyuu social media au

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anghraine · 2 years

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Griping (with a few splashes of positivity) about my day yesterday:

Normally, my upper-division English class is great and teaching my 101 class is an ordeal, so it was kind of interesting that dealing with the juniors (mostly English majors) yesterday was incredibly arduous. Probably the only point that wasn't a slog was my brief detour into "stuff about The Madwoman in the Attic and why it's likely that you'll have to read it if you go into feminist literary studies at all, despite major issues with its takes on ... some earlier authors" (they tend to be more animated when I have strong negative opinions, lol).

Meanwhile, the 101 class was pretty cool yesterday. I was talking about synthesis vs analysis and about how engaging with sources isn't just about connecting sources to your core topic/ideas but to showing how the sources are connected, whether they're direct responses or part of a larger conversation.

The first is obviously easier with synthesis, and since I find direct response in academia often very funny, I very concisely explained the whole NINA policy drama I was talking about here the other day, and how Rebecca Fried vs whatshisface could be pretty directly linked in an essay on the subject.

But I did want to give an example to illustrate how sources might be in dialogue without directly referencing each other, so impulsively my example for that (since their current project revolves around writing to evaluate) was the characterization of reviews of the Netflix Persuasion in general by other reviews, with some references to particular uhhhh turns of phrase in some of the reviews, which they laughed out loud at (I am not usually a "makes my students laugh out loud" kind of teacher).

We got into how a paper on that might look at the ways in which (say) negative reviews overlap or where they focus on different or even contradictory takeaways, despite reaching the same conclusions. And I managed to squeak in a brief discussion of how you can use "signposts" to indicate interrelationships between different sources on roughly the same topics (signal phrases along the lines of "X argues that blah blah blah, based on blah blah. Y, on the other hand, contends...").

Normally that class is borderline comatose, but they were entertained enough to pay pretty close attention, and it'd have been a solidly good day in 101 if not for the very whiny student who wanted to talk after class about how the essay prompt's examples of acceptable sources were not applicable to her (extremely niche and unusual) chosen topic, and finally I had to just be ... yeah, so sometimes you have to find sources that are related rather than directly about your topic if it's one where sources are thin, which will sometimes be the case, so it's good practice. Anyway, the next class is arriving and I have to get my blood drawn, so come to my office hours or send an email if you have more questions, bye. (She did neither, in the event.)

A day in the life of teaching 101 for sure, but kind of aggravating after an unusually good day teaching it despite fasting for 13 hrs, after my upper division students had been complaining about having to answer questions about assigned reading (quelle horreur!) and having to use sources in literature papers.

Then I got my blood drawn successfully on the third time (today; they tried twice last week, so the fifth attempt overall). I picked up a prescription while I was there, made a glasses appointment for later that day (the receptionist looked at my multiple bandages from the blood experience and was like "...damn"), barely missed the bus that would have taken me across campus and had to walk instead (still without having eaten), and finally gobbled up some chicken tikka masala I'd had the foresight to bring.

Nobody came to office hours, so I logged in to GW2, accidentally ended up in the Mad King's Labyrinth, and tagged along with a genuinely hilarious squad commander whose lore kept expanding as we went on (he claimed all the labyrinth bosses were family members, that he was tragically widowed in the mysterious Skeleton War that claimed his husband's life, etc) and who ensured that the run was wildly lucrative for everyone.

The end coincided with the end of office hours, so I closed down and rushed back across campus to my vision appointment (which went fine, everyone was very nice, my eyes are in perfect condition apart from being a bit more near-sighted than before), chose my new glasses and absorbed the hit to my savings ($300 for glasses+eye exam wasn't that bad, but still), and then narrowly missed the bus AGAIN. I was going to just wait for the next because I was so tired and hungry at that point, but the sunlight hurt my (dilated) eyes enough that I trudged on along the route until another bus showed up and I managed to stagger back to my office.

It was another hour and a half before I got to my parents' house and my mother essentially tried to guilt me into sticking around with her siblings, even though I had stuff that I needed to upload for my students etc. We were eating Chinese food and my mother's sister (that aunt) started making racist jokes, so at that point I just went "uh, what" and ditched everyone to do my actual job.

Also, my advisor confirmed the date of my oral examination with the Graduate School. ;_;

But hey, my new gathering equipment rocks:

#anghraine whines #anghraine babbles #long post #on the bright side i got a truly incredible gw2 skin #i don't normally carry the pistol on the mesmer bc i like dual swords+greatsword better #but it's actually quite good and i do have an exotic level 80 pistol with the ascalonian ghost skin #soulbound to althea #but i might switch it at very long last for my equinox skin because WOW that's spectacular #worth 46 gold on the trading post and i desperately need gold after making my mother's legendary #but i can't do it ... it's too pretty >_<#ivory tower blogging #medical malfeasance #anghraine's gaming #ascalonian grudgeblog #anghraine's pics

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cultivatingyourfuture · 11 months

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Hey who the fuck is that last post about and how do I access their gender

1. cherry. maybe a little bit of,, nnnot cherry in there too......

but yeah ok! heres a step by step guide on how to have cherrys gender :)

1. be queer, neurodivergent, and raised in an evangelical area and environment that serves to repress your sense of self more than it already was. run away. be accepted somewhere else. lack the tools you need to understand why you dont feel right in your own body. why you feel so disconnected. why you are so inexplicably lonely, even with the family you now have.

2. lose all of your memories.

1. become a data processing system made to be a living archive-- made to collect and distribute information via digital means. be made with other intentions, too, intentions you do not understand. why would a data processor need to feel everything as strongly as you do? why does it hurt so much when you realize youre now alone in this world?

2. have the scientist who eventually takes you in explain the concept of gender identity and realize you do not understand. not because its out of your understanding, but because you decidedly do not feel like Anything and are very apathetic to gender as a whole. she decides to use any given pronoun she can think of for you, and you like it that way, you think.

3. ?????

4. download every schematic, email chain, program, etc that has ever passed through Regrowth Industries.

5. end up downloading the memories of 24 individual people, an act which far exceeds what any human mind can handle

6. get stabbed by one of the other cyborgs. a boy you inexplicably remember teaching piano to; a boy you remember being so terribly small, too small to reach the counters. a boy who is now told to kill and who does so without hesitation.

7. in your final moments, connect yourself to the internet and send your dying mind into that great expanse. this information cannot go to waste, and although you are bursting at the seams with it, you are the only thing that currently contains it all. you cannot die for nothing. you cant.

8. hope your friends will find you. hope they will put you back in your body at some point. hope you'll see them again.

9. find yourself in that interconnected digital nothingness and just... listen. listen to the people around you. watch thousands pour their hearts into miscellaneous blogs, watch the world change from the inside out, watch and listen and learn.

10. reach towards the people you are listening to. beg for your life. beg for help. what happened to you? they ask. you answer. it is a slow process, but you answer. you show them what you have collected. they are horrified. good, one of the voices of yours says, look at what theyve done to us. witness and weep.

11. look at the memories. some of these people were parents and some of them were great scientists and some lived full lifes and some barely made it past adulthood. all of it has value, as noisy as it all is. as it all was, before you ended up here. is it good that its all starting to slowly fade out?

12. there is someone else in here with you.

12. there is someone else in here with you. [HELLO?]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [WHO ARE YOU? WHY ARE YOU THERE?]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [THE OTHER ONES DO NOT ACT LIKE THIS.]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [THEY CANNOT INTERACT AS DIRECTLY AS YOU DO. AS DIRECTLY AS I CAN WITH THEM.]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [WHY ARE YOU DIFFERENT?]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [WHAT IS YOUR NAME?]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [...WHAT IS MY NAME?]

12. there is someone else in here with you. [... WHAT WAS OUR NAME?]

13. die. feel the last bits of power ebb away from you, into the great expanse in which you have become a part of.

14. feel hands on your face. feel them lift your head up. open your eyes and see something you will never be able to explain.

15. ask if dying is going to hurt. oh, goodness... i'm not quite sure, little thing, the thing in front of you says, i've never died.

16.

17.

18.

19.

20.

21.

22. live.

#proof of concept #ask #idiot-synergy #cherry #evie.exe

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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When someone says don't send me any more emails it means don't send me any more emails. The guy sent him a more email and it was one more and was suing him. And we're going to take all that stuff he's been taking from our son huge lots of stuff no tiny stuff yeah but it's his and we're going to take it I'm going to take everything he has he's a stupid schmuck and he deserves it I'm open in case now and I'm assigning it as soon as we get it together we're going to court and issue the order this morning if you have a get together come to me and approve it it's ready to go to court we have nine cases today no we have 90 regarding our son all of them are idiots here are things that you've been doing throughout his lifetime you're a bunch of losers shiesters and you're going to pay for it.

I'm going to court today and it's regarding Ellie and John that's right they want to go to court to sue for the will and they are already listed as not going to appear by the judge and it's the same judge. So they're going to get thrown out and probably arrested cuz they open their mouths then the b**** will come by and fight the idiot and they're both get arrested and they should they all rights to be shot and burned that's what they should do to him these people are animals and act like pigs and they don't know anything about anything and they just keep on going it stupid things but they're going to go through it I guess and instead of court date for 1:00 p.m. and the judge said I don't know why we accepted it then you remembered it was before that happened so he can call it off and say no and he might do that because it's already a moot case and they're not relatives so they're going to sit there and say they are and they can sit in their house all they want and say they are and the judges calling us now I'm on the phone he says no court case it's been canceled and taken off the books. And it's good that's good they needed to figure that out. And Ellie has been served because she's still using the name and she's married to someone with a different name I believe that and Mark Antonio is going to take him off as a relative he's not a relative everybody on Earth is trying to do it now too your retard and you're not my family and you're a mooch and you need to leave if you don't leave you'll be shot and then pulling them out and they're getting shot huge Bunches of them and they're getting shot for things like you're seeing on TV I've been hurting a lot of people and burying them in shower Graves and they're hurting animals and stuff that are famous and the poor bird is caring instead spouses feather around hoping someone cares and saw our son look and said he acts like he cares what can he do and he says fly somewhere else and he gets the message and said what about the boyfriend he's taking a rest and he gets it and he'll probably leave soon. These people are nasty assholes I want sympathy and stuff for things that they're doing that's a losers so at this time Trump is calling threats in and terrorist threats and he's being very vocal about it and he is launching them globally and pretty soon there's going to be a lot of people out here getting arrested a lot and it's because of that and because they're trying to get mail through these idiots are instructing it trying to take it at the end. The clones are pouring in and they are killing all these idiots you're going after them Corky and Company and they see that they said her son was making them do it which is a lie. But there's a global movement on they see what Trump is doing and as his almost King position and they see it from the inside there's a bunch of races there and a bunch of spies and yeah we're going to stop the clean stuff. And see warlock flying around. And there's a bunch of spies who are in Britain and they are taking these idiots out.

Trump is after his two shots again apparently they won't stop going after it and there are massive numbers of people depending it and they're using it people who are insulted by him and threatened using this code his motorcycle code are defending the place until they leave so I can come get their bikes and educate their clan and show them what episode and what they're saying and what they're doing and they're sending people out and they have filming video and they're exposing it they already gave them a precursor about it and told people what they were doing and yeah the idiots took over the casino so our son can't make any money there and they're not going to get a thing big fat goose egg. And Biden is having a tough time sometimes. But they are going over this motorcycle code ahead of time and it's very potent and very powerful and they're losing it all they're getting arrested it's going to get bigger and bigger from this especially when they get to those special bikes. Having it is more potent and all of them are there almost every single one they made except for I think three that they made for themselves and it's code for themselves and we're going to try for those because their son says it's code for what they're supposed to do and now we're going after it and we're going to compete with Max and we know where they are in an accident going up there now it's going to be a huge fight against Trump it's kind of a gentleman saying because we know what the code is and what they look like and we know all the specs on the bike and what they changed too and he has that information as well he was right there.

He won the case against rfmd micro devices and the court is going to send a $250,000 to our son if I get here before everything else because Ken Baker is determined to get it here to try and cut our sun loose you mean stop kidnap him by harming me harming him and his son will kill him because he's done it before and he's ordered to and he will he's still a lot more than just one person at a time can Baker and your people are wimps. I had you down there's no need to hurt you Brad but you punch me anyways well right so I should have done something to you but Mac Daddy was nearby and you got out of it and you're alive because of him. And I should have killed you because the math because someone else had to do it and you found out it's Trump. And you can ask Mark that too. McDonald's trying to say you weren't listening but I'm aware of the situation now if someone steaming out of control they have to be stopped with lethal Force. And I've been doing it secretly. And our son said that it's true too people die around them all the time and you're so dumb you can't figure it out now we're going to get our money back from you toying with him this morning with a stupid Charlotte county transportation and we're going to pull that b**** out of there too. They'll get rid of her judges which is fake. There's a lot going on there's a lot of more luck dying so I'm more like being picked up and seeking them on special warrant all over the world and they're also going after them very hard they were supposed to put up a blockade and anyway they could and they don't seem to want to do stuff without stealing ships cuz they can't build the ships they don't have any ability to and they said it. So everybody's fighting them at the lay down areas right now they're wanted people and that's why it's really what the reason is they won't give it a rest and they're going to be in the way they're an impediment and worse and her son says just get rid of him wholesale and take your stuff what is so complicated about that let's start fighting you and they're attacking you go over there sending the people from and say you're attacking us he's stupid idiots give me this and this and this so they're doing that and they're doing it before but they sort of get it they're in the wrong they're useless and they're going to keep doing the stupid s*** and the cloning needs to be erased and we're doing it too they're huge nuisances. And Trump is a massive nuisance next door just to have to get rid of them.

The chopper thing with the American choppers in Orange county choppers is going very well Dan is out there splitting himself and Trump is out there playing himself pretty soon they'll be out of people out there and they'll be a break and they're going to get the bikes then there's going to be a fight over the shops and they want the shops in a place where they can look at it and the sun says that Maccan put it inside of a fortress. He agrees

Thor Freya

He's a pretty sharp cookie and I went through the numbers and he's had to defend himself by hand and by far he's one of the top murderers of warlock that there is he's got almost a million deaths than he did by hand physically did it not writing stuff down if you include that he's number one without a doubt. It really his ideas awesome and take these two buildings and you put them in a secure facility and I know what that means and you try not to tell people if you do you have to start this war there and you wheel in a bike at a time or more and with the clams that were involved and they're doing several bikes at times so you're Wheeling those bikes and my thinking is more in tune to what it is and you go around and you visit the spot so we're doing and patterned me up here and there are some patterns in there chilling just like what they are doing to our friend here years ago saying stuff and they failed at it miserably cuz they're very loud and horribly stupid. And I'm going to go through with it it sounds awesome and it's not that difficult and it's easy to move so have this rendition and we'll grab the bikes and they'll probably flow in by then and then we'll grab the buildings and we got the idea from Batman cuz he sent it back and it gets her tons of them more more than you think and you said wow that's awesome and I learned it from Mac and Olympus and he says wow that's incredible negative as they have it. So you told me one day it's the code is in the bikes and it's very negative and it's like I was real surprised how negative so I looked and I said boy that's very negative stuff started attacking them and spread and it's really famous their stuff is so sick and bogus they really sit at home and yelled at each other like the good news it's ugly as s*** and our friend has seen it too they don't have any character like you see in their ads and stuff and sit here and sit in the couch and then stuck in it and they're yelling at people and Mike and Chris couldn't get any dishes I couldn't reach anything and had to leave there's no way they could eat there and the guys yelling you're not going to eat here. And he wanted to talk to her son to see if he was saying stuff and he says of course I'm saying stuff but what is the act going to be if you guys are in control just ask yourself that who you going to move off but yourselves you probably just end up eating each other sorry to say it so he put his hands up in the air and said we can't help it I said that's what I know. And we think that they put him in control so that would not be a prevalent thing so now we're going after him cuz they're so stupid they would do that

Mac

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harrystylesslutt · 2 years

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could you write something about harry being really subby but the reader is busy with work and he just wants her attention and she ends up yelling at him and he crys? and then she makes it up to him by pleasuring him or something :) thank youu

warnings: smut, mommy kink, lil bit of angst, fluff.

Harry had been waiting for you to come home all day. It was already 6pm which meant you would arrive any second now.

So harry set the table for dinner, and cooked your favorite meal before rushing up the stairs to put on a pretty little outfit for you.

All he wants is to have a nice dinner with you, then have you lead him to the couch, cuddle with him smothering him with kisses while you whisper sweet nothings in his ear about how pretty he looks tonight.

He smiles to himself at the thought before getting brought back to reality when he hears your car parking in the driveway. He bites his lip in anticipation, quickly making his way to the front door to greet you.

You had been having a hard day at work. You were so pissed at your co-workers for not doing things right. So you spent your whole day fixing their mistakes, without even getting credit for the work you were doing in their place.

So when you were driving home all you could think about is how much you still had to get done. You had your night planned in your head, walking thru the front door and quickly making your way to your home office to finish writing and sending all the emails you'd been working on ,then finally eating, since you'd forgotten to have breakfast this morning.

Once you parked your car, you made your way to the front door before dipping your hand in your purse to find your keys muttering a low "fuck's sake" when you couldn't find them.

To your surprise the door opened almost immediately revealing a cute smiley harry dressed in what you could recognize to be one of your t-shirts, and a black skirt accompanied with fishnets.

You widened your eyes when you saw him since you completely forgot the fact that he was staying over at yours for a couple of days.

"hi mommy" he said, finally breaking the silence "like my outfit? wore it just for you" he finished his sentence with a twirl to show the fit.

"I-" right when you were about to speak you were interrupted with a ringtone coming from your purse "one sec" you mumbled before grabbing your phone and answering the call.

Harry furrowed his brows when you picked up the phone. He was expecting you to just brush it off saying you'll call again later before lunging forward to kiss him. But that is definitely not what happened.

"what?! I told you to take care of that! why can't you ever do anything right without me!" you yelled at one of your co-workers, quickly storming off to your office to fix whatever shit they've messed up, slamming the door shut behind you.

Harry was speechless, he spent all day thinking about how perfect tonight would go, but it was already starting off in a whole different direction. He hated that.

He thought maybe you just needed to take care of this one thing before joining him for dinner. Well he hoped that was the case. So he tried to distract himself while you were still yelling in your home office, by making sure the food wasn't going cold in the kitchen.

After a while, the yelling finally stopped, so he thought that you were gonna come out of the office any minute now. But you didn't.

He got worried and a bit sad when you spent another half an hour in that room. So he got up from his seat and made his way to the door before knocking.

"come in" you said, your eyes still focused on the stack of papers in front of you, not even acknowledging harry. "ehm, i made you dinner, thought we could have a romantic night" he mumbled sadly, seeing that you weren't looking at him.

"yeah yeah sounds great" you quickly rushed out, still looking at the papers, not even aware of what he said. Harry pouted a your reaction, before saying "I missed you a lot today, could y'uhm take a break and come sit with me please?"

He was practically begging you in his head to say yes, his hopes died down when he only heard a low "mhm" in return. You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying, he thought.

"If y'want i could bring the food here so we can eat while y'work, just wanna sit with you 's been a long day without-" his words were interrupted by your yelling "oh for fuck's sake harry! do whatever you want i don't fucking care as long as you stop being so clingy and quit bothering me so i can actually get anything done!"

Harry was shocked at your outburst, tears quickly made their way to his eyes and when he felt like he couldn't contain his sobs, he walked out of your office, slamming the door behind him.

He ran up the stairs with his hands covering his eyes, as he sobbed harder, making it more difficult for him to breathe.

When you heard the door slamming shut, you knew you fucked up. You couldn't even think straight with all this work in front of you, so you made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the delicious dinner displayed in front of you. Many candles were lit all around the table, with one glass of wine next to both plates.

Suddenly guilt washed over you, what the hell were you thinking? Harry went out of his way to make your favorite dish, adding small decorations to make the ambiance more romantic, and even dressed up for you and you just acted like the biggest jackass on earth.

The glass of water quickly forgotten, you rushed out of the kitchen and made your way up the stairs, stopping in front of your bedroom door when you heard harry's loud sobs.

Your heart broke at the sound, you loved him so much, you never want to be the reason for his sadness. You slowly knocked on the door not wanting to alarm him.

You heard his sobs tone down a bit before he mumbled "go away!" if you weren't standing so close to the door you wouldn't even have heard him.

"baby please i just wanna talk" you said in hope for him to let you come in. Relief washed over you when you heard a low "okay" coming from inside.

You slowly opened the door, your eyes quickly spotting him on your bed, his knees bent up to his chin, his hands still covering his face while he sobbed lowly.

You walked over to the bed, sitting down in front of him before carefully placing your hands on his, wanting to see his face.

Once he slowly moved his hands away, his green eyes opened making you smile. "Hey pretty boy" he stays silent at your words, still looking at you, waiting for more.

" 'm sorry i was such an asshole to you, you didn't deserve that, i was just so stressed because of work. And i know that doesn't justify me yelling at you, but please forgive me, i love you so much m'pretty boy, hate it when you're upset with me" you said while stroking his arm slowly watching him relax at your touch.

He takes a deep breath before speaking "y'said i was clingy, and i was just trying to do something nice t'you, 'm sorry i'm such an annoying person, please don't ever yell at me again, hurt a lot"

You climb up on the bed and rest against the headboard with him, before hugging him close to your chest which makes him let out small sobs. "no please don't apologize angel, s'not y'fault i acted that way, you weren't clingy, i love when you get like that with me, i didn't mean anything i said earlier. I promise to never ever yell at you ever again baby."

After hearing your words, he moved his head away from your chest and looked up at you. You smiled at him before grabbing his face, and gently pressing your lips under his eyes, wiping the tears away.

"I love you so much pretty boy, let me show you, will y'let me?" you whispered, your breath fanning over his mouth at how close you are to him.

"yes please show me, i love you mommy" you kiss him at his words gently laying him down before straddling him and roaming your hands all over his body.

You pull back a bit to admire the pretty attire he put together, biting your lip at the sight. If you looked close enough you could see some of your blush on his cheeks, along with smuged mascara.

"y'so pretty baby, call you pretty boy for a reason don't I? Wore all of this for me? I don't deserve any of it, y'too good angel" harry blushed at your words, secretly loving the compliments he was getting.

"as much as i love this, wanna see you without it, can i take it off? 's that okay?" you ask, tugging at his well your t-shirt.

"please mommy, take it off" he nodded eagerly, lifting his upper body a bit to make it easier for you.

Once his shirt and skirt were off, he was laying on the bed just in a tiny black thong and fishnets.

The sight alone made you wet. All the things you wanted to do to him rushing thru your mind. "fuck baby, so gorgeous" you mumbled before dipping your head down to press your lips against his.

The kiss starts off slow and sweet, but quickly turns into a desperate kiss. You tease his mouth with your tongue asking for permission. He opens his mouth enough to let your tongues tangle.

He moans when he feels your fingers teasing his perky nipples. You smirk when you feel him already hard under you, slowly grinding your hips with his.

It was all already too much for harry and you were just getting started, and to add on top of all that, his cock twitches in his thong when he feels you sucking his tongue.

You suddenly pull away which makes him whine, but he stops when he feels your nails dragging up his thighs, then a ripping sound is heard in the room.

"what do you want baby? c'mon tell me" you whisper seductively while your hands roam his chest once more. "want- want y'to touch me please, it hurts mommy please" he whimpers.

You chuckle at his words before getting off of him causing him to widen his eyes. "what are y-" "wanna see you in this pretty thong, c'mon angel up y'go"

He quickly gets off the bed, wanting to do as you please. You tell that he gets shy under your stare "don't be shy, c'mon twirl for me, y'know how much mommy loves that pretty ass of yours"

He giggles a bit before turning around so his back his facing you, shaking his ass a bit which makes you chuckle.

"fuck, how could i ever be mad at you pretty boy, y'so perfect, c'mere" you watch him turn around and crawl back on the bed kneeling in front of you.

"lay on your back for me and spread your legs yeah?" you look at him stroking his cheek, loving the way he subconsciously leans his head in your palm.

Once harry is seated in the way you want him, you start peppering kisses from his neck down to his nipples before stopping. You look up at him and smirk when you see him already squirming, before leaning forward and taking one of his nipples between your teeth, sucking and biting it.

"oh fuck!" harry moans, his hands fisting the sheets below him. He feels your hand wonder down to his underwear before tapping his hip signaling him to lift his ass a bit so you could pull the thong and what remains of the fishnets off.

You pull away from him, looking down, wishing you could keep this view in front of you forever. "mind if i take a picture angel?" you mumble to which he shakes his head no.

You smile at his approval, before scrambling off the bed to grab your polaroid camera that you and harry use specifically for stuff like this.

Once you got it you go back on the bed, and settle yourself on top of him. Your camera in hand, you can tell he s getting shy from the way his cheeks seemed to heat up and turn red. "relax angel, y'look beautiful, y'always do" you reassure him before snapping a picture of him fully naked, legs crossed together a bit with a shy smile displayed on his face.

You wait a bit for the photo to develop and when it finally does, you gasp a bit whispering "so gorgeous" before placing both the camera and the picture down on the nightstand.

"told ya you'd look amazing, and y'do, now where was i" Your hands make their way back onto his thighs, spreading his legs apart again.

"wait could y' um- could y'take off your clothes too" he says shyly. At his words you quickly take your shirt and pants off wanting him to feel comfortable knowing how vulnerable and self conscious he feels when he's naked.

"good?" you ask earning an eager nod from harry. You look down at his hard cock that's already leaking with pre-cum by now. "look at you so hard f'me, tell me baby how bad do you want it?"

"so bad mommy please! it hurts!" he whines desperately wanting to feel you touch him where it aches.

You spit on your hand before wrapping it around his cock, stroking him at an extremely slow and teasing pace. You could hear low mutters of "please please please" coming from him which made your insides tingle, knowing how much effect you had on him.

Your hand keeps working him while you lower your head down to his hole. Blowing air there, loving how he squirms and clenches.

You stop your hand at the head, collecting some of the pre-cum before bringing it down to lubricate his puckered hole.

He shudders when he feels your finger teasing his entrance. "fuck me mommy, please please" he moans lowly "so fucking pathetic for me yeah? think you can give me orders? gonna let it pass this time, next time you'll be getting punished understood?"

When he opens his mouth to reply, he's cut off with a deep moan once he feels you easing your finger in.

Instead of thrusting, you stay still using your other hand to grab his chin "i said. understood?"

"y-yes" he stutters out "yes what?" "yes mommy" you smile satisfied with his words "good boy".

You finally start moving your finger in and out of his tight hole, the deeper you get the louder he gets so you decide to add two more fingers which makes his back arch and his hand move to his mouth to muffle the moans he's getting out.

You stop moving and slap his hand away "don't you dare. I wanna hear you. If you do that again i'll stop" too preoccupied in his pleasure harry nods quickly a glutteral groan escaping his mouth when you hit that spot making his eyes roll back.

"that's it baby, doing so good for mommy, am i making you feel good?" you pick up the pace of his fingers which leads him to chant low profanities and curses under his breath.

"yes yes yes! feels so good mommy don't stop!" he moans when he feels your other hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him while still working your fingers inside of him, hitting that spot over and over again making him see stars.

"gonna cum! please can i" he begs waiting for your approval, knowing that he won't be able to last any longer.

"c'mon pretty boy, wanna see you come for me, i know you can do it c'mon" and that's all he needed before he lets out a high pitched moan, his back arching, spurts of cum covering some of his chest and your hand.

You continue to stroke him thru his high, and once he 's done you pull your fingers out, grabbing some tissues to clean your hand and his chest before throwing them away in the trash.

You climb up the bed to rest your head next to his "hey pretty boy y'okay? was that good?" he smiles lazily at your words, still exhausted from his orgasm before slurring out "really good, i love you so much mommy".

He nuzzles his face in your chest, loving the way you smell before throwing his leg over your hip, moving closer to you.

You hum, your hands moving to play with his curls "how about we put something on and go downstairs and heat up the delicious dinner you made to eat it cause i'm starving then come back up to cuddle?"

Harry smiles against your chest and thinks "this night couldn't get any better".

A/N: im literally half asleep so sry for any typos! anw i need sleep

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sucrosia · 3 years

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— WELCOME HOME, SWEETHEART

after a long days work at the office and doing a meeting along with interviewing people, you have finally arrived home to your beloved husband who's also been hard at work at the house

househusband!crepus

before notes... yes this is part of the crepus.. stuff. LISTEJ OKAY HE'S HOT also buff!ceo!gn!reader bc yeah also maybe maybe maybe modern!au

"I've got the files for you, Y/N!" Your new assisstant announced, standing at your desk, beaming at you with a soft smile. You looked up from your desk, smiling back at her.

"Thank you, you're a god send!" You replied, grabbing the papers from her hands.

She nodded happily and walked away as you looked at the files for the meeting that was unexpectedly placed 5 minutes ago and is happening in 10 minutes. You wanted to slam your head against the desk repeatedly, you were supposed to go home 10 minutes ago.

Honestly, all you could ever really think about was going home as it gets closer and closer to your clock out. But oh well, life is life and life sucks.

Reviewing the papers, your eyes skimmed the inked words, not caring much about the information. It was just a basic summary about what the meeting'll be about which was just basic info for the newbies. Unfortunately, the duration of it will take at least an hour.

You sighed, putting the papers to the side and getting up, pushing your office chair in. Your shoes clacked in the hallways as you sludged your way to the meeting office, clearly tired. On your way, you hastily made a quick cup of coffee to energize you for the talking you'll be doing.

Arriving at the room, you saw that only one of the new hires were here. You smiled lightly to yourself; it wasn't uncommon for them — the new people — to get quite lost in a huge building like this.

The employee fiddled with their fingers, not knowing you had just entered. But when they did notice, which was when you had sat down in the black, leather chair at the edge of the table, they had immediately apologized. You brushed it off, grinning softly at them.

Soon, the others had begun to arrive and the meeting started. You stood up, grabbing the employees attention. You could tell that they were ever so slightly intimated by you. I mean, how could they not be? You could fire them in a heartbeat plus you're super strong and can crush them if you want.

"Good afternoon new people, I assume you know who I am; if not, I am Y/N Ragnvindr, the CEO of the company you now work at. We're gonna start the meeting with a quick introduction to the company then move on to expectations, promotions, and questions and concerns you may have at the end." You introduced, clearing your throat.

» timeskip! «

"No more further questions?" You asked, pausing before officially ending the meeting. No one had said anything and you assumed no one had any questions. "Very well, if you have any concerns for me in the future, you are welcome to email me."

The employees got up and left, leaving you to bask in the room for a moment. "Gosh, finally, I can go home." You muttered, rubbing your nose bridge between your thumb and index finger.

You made your way back to your office to hastily sign some more paperwork before leaving, leaving your chief assisstant in charge for the rest of the day. Quickly, you wrote your signature with the black ink pen and then grabbed your things.

Grabbing the phone out of your pocket as you walked down the halls, you texted crepus who had been leaving you worried texts all throughout the meeting duration. You chuckled softly, stopping and moving to the side of the hall to reply.

"Y/N, dear, where are you? You were supposed to be home around 1, almost 2 hours ago"

"Haha, sorry lovely, there was a sudden meeting today for the new employees hired and i had to sign some paperwork as well"

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He seemed to see your message merely seconds after you sent it which tells you that he's been holding onto his phone as if someone were gonna take it at any given moment while waiting for your reply. This also made you more eager to go to the comfort of your own home.

» timeskip again (if you cant tell i rlly like timeskips /j) «

You parked the car in the garage, twisting the keys and taking them out of their spot before getting out and walking into the hall of your absolutely spotless house. Crepus might've heard the car pull up because he had immediately greeted you at the end of the hall.

"Welcome home, sweetheart." He greeted, smiling at you. You immediately reciprocated the smile and hugged him, wrapping one arm around his neck, pulling him in.

You kissed his forehead, coddling with each other for a bit. "Hmm, how are you dear?" Crepus asked, breaking the comfortable, loving silence.

"Ehh, so and so you know?" You answered. "Work was quite, how do I put it? It was just tiring and tedious but the interviews were somewhat amazing. There wasn't a single person who had raised any red flags. But how're you?"

You took your arm off of Crepus, and walked to the kitchen with him following behind you. He let out a hum of acknowledgement. "I'm good, I just finished cleaning the house and put Diluc to bed," He replied. "Also my dear, i've cooked your favorite dish today."

Your eyes spark at the mention of food. You didn't know you'd been craving it all day but now you did. "Oho, for me?" You teased softly as you walked and sat down in a chair with a warm platter of [your favorite food] on it.

"Only for you," he replied, teasing back.

"C'mere, let's share." You told him, inviting him to set next to you. You thought to yourself for a bit, thinking about just how lucky you are to land with a guy like Crepus. Hot, kind, and literally a dilf malewife.

after notes... god i love crepus, i have told you guys how hot he is like omg

taglist... @darlingxannie, @cxlrose

#sucrosia's rhapsody #sucrosia.writes #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin crepus #master crepus #crepus ragnvindr x reader

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whimsicallyreading · 3 years

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For Day 29 of Rowaelin Month

“A song fic-“

The song- “Always Been You” by Quinn XCII

CW- Mentions of miscarriage and divorce

"I can't believe you right now."

Rowan looks at his wife in frustration. She's sitting at the end of their bed, staring listlessly at the wall. The skirt of the red dress she's wearing is wrinkled, and his heart aches when he notices the mascara marks on her cheeks.

"Aelin," Rowan tries again to reach for her, but she leans away from his grasp.

"No, Rowan. I'm done."

Rowan takes a long swing from the beer in front of him. The time on his phone alerts him that he's spent most of the evening sulking at his bar.

The guys had invited him to dinner, but Rowan hadn't felt like going in light of his current situation. Instead, choosing to meander to the shady little pub they'd passed by coming from the airport.

His lawyer had sent him numerous emails. Documents to sign, agreements to approve, and papers he needed to read through before sending them to the judge.

Divorce was a pain, and Aelin wasn't making it easy.

"Hey, bud. I thought I might find you here." Fenrys slides onto the barstool next to his.

Rowan sighs and rubs the lines forming on his forehead. "Well, I thought it was obvious I didn't want company."

"Too bad. Drinking alone isn't a good look on you." Fenrys raises a hand and motions for another round of beers. "How are things going with ya know?"

"Shitty. She's never paid a dime of rent on that apartment, but she wants the lease signed into her name and for me to front the first four months of rent." Rowan cracks a peanut between his finger. He has no intent to eat the growing pile in front of him. He just craved the satisfaction of breaking something.

"Well, have you talked to her about that?" Fenrys frowns in sympathy, knowing how equally attached both parties were to the little rental.

Rowan laughs mirthlessly. "No, she said that it was better if our conversations were mediated. I always knew Aelin was catty, but she's acting like such a-"

"Don't." Fenrys gives Rowan a severe look. "I know you are upset, but don't start saying shit you'll regret."

Rowan pauses and reluctantly nods his agreement. It's the alcohol talking. He knew the problems that had festered his marriage were predominantly his responsibility.

He takes a deep breath, but a heaviness seems to keep the air from reaching his lungs fully. The weight was slowly becoming too familiar, starting the day Aelin had presented him with the papers.

Rowan wishes he'd done more. Wishes he'd paid more attention and seen the signs of Aelin's unhappiness.

The day Aelin had broken down in their bedroom had been a cold wake-up call but by then? It was already too late.

"You missed our anniversary Rowan." Aelin shouts and pulls her heels off angrily.

Rowan picks up a shoe and tries to hand it back to her. "I know. I'm sorry. It's not too late, though. We can still go out? There's still time to salvage-"

Aelin turns away from him and seems to fold in on herself. Rowan wants to reach out. He wants to hold her, but something dark is building in the air.

"I don't want your leftovers, Rowan," Aelin whispers. "That's all I get anymore—your leftover time. Your leftover attention. Whatever leftover resentment you bring home from work."

"Aelin-" he tries to cut off her depressive spiral, but she's not finished.

"You used to call me during the day." Aelin's voice cracks, and he realizes she's crying. "Every day, you would call me on your break. Now you don't even call when you leave town."

"Baby, just listen to me." He puts his hands on her shoulders, but Aelin breaks his grasp to turn around and look at him.

"Is there someone else?" Her eyes are wide and vulnerable. So unlike his regular Aelin."

"What?" His brain is struggling even to formulate a reply. Rowan's lack of response only causes Aelin to worry more.

Something in her cracks. There's a quiver to her lips, and her face drains of color. "Oh. Oh no."

"Aelin. I swear there is no one else." Rowan finally says, but it's too late.

"Is," Aelin presses the heels of her hands against her eyes. "Is it because I lost the baby?" She sucks in a hiccupping breath. "You've always wanted kids. So did I, but my fucking body doesn't work."

Aelin closes her eyes, and Rowan knows she's speaking more to herself than him, but her words gut him just the same. "My body doesn't work right. I keep giving us false hopes and wasting money on pregnancy tests. Of course, you would look for a woman who can give you what you want."

He's surprised by the sudden flare of anger in him. "Don't put words in my mouth. That will never be your fault."

They'd known right from the start their journey to parenthood would be a long one. Aelin had a family history of complicated fertility. It had seemed so trivial when they got married. Yet even knowing there could be issues, nothing quite prepared them for the pain of a miscarriage.

Aelin sniffles, unable to force back her grief, "But you resent me. Don't you?"

Rowan doesn't reply.

"It's rough," Rowan admits out loud. "I let a lot get left unsaid. I was hurt and pushed her away. Now she won't even speak to me without a lawyer present."

Fenrys nods, "It's all probably for the best. Once this is over, you guys can put this drama behind you."

"I wish it were that easy," Rowan knocks back the rest of his beer. He grimaces at the drink. It's not taking hold quickly enough.

Fenrys raises an eyebrow. "You both will be able to shut the book on this chapter of your lives and move on? Considering how bloody you two have been fighting, it sounds ideal."

They sit in silence. Fenrys takes the peanut basket away from Rowan and picks at the shells. The bartender comes by, and disgruntledly eyes Rowan's pile of crumbs as he orders a whiskey neat.

Fen was like his little brother, but Rowan found it hard to admit his real problem to him aloud. "I still love her."

The basket goes flying over the side of the counter, and Fenrys chokes on his beer. "What?"

Rowan can't look him in the eye, "We lost a baby. It was early. Aelin didn't want to tell everyone. Three years we tried to get pregnant, and finally, a test comes back positive. She was so happy."

"Shit," Fenrys says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"It was there, and then it was gone. I thought Aelin was fine. She cried for a week, but then it was like a switch flipped, and she was back to normal." Rowan clenches a napkin in his fist. "I was devastated. It hurt like hell, but I didn't want to send her back into a depression." Rowan shakes his head at how stupid he'd been. "So I put some distance between us. I didn't want her to think I was upset with her."

"I didn't feel better," Rowan sips the whiskey, relishing the warmth. "It made me mad that she got over it so quickly, and I couldn't. I didn't realize that I was growing that space between us. I didn't understand how much guilt she harbored and that she tried to be strong for me. Not until she broke."

"We fought. I said all the wrong things. Aelin couldn't take it anymore, she left, and I didn't stop her." Rowan leans his head on his hands and elbows against the counter. "She's the love of my life, and I watched her walk out the door."

Fenrys sucks in a breath and sighs. "You are my best friend, and I mean this in the most loving way possible. Why the hell are you here?"

"What?" Rowan looks at Fenrys annoyed face.

"Get out of here. Go. I'll tell the boss you have ebola or some shit." Fenrys fishes his wallet out and throws cash on the bar. "I'll even cover the tab. Just leave. Now."

"What? I don't understand?"

Fenrys looks at Rowan like he's stupid. "No offense, but you are about as interesting as a brick wall. The fact you caught a girl like Aelin is astonishing. If you love her, are you honestly going to let her go on being miserable?"

"She's not miserable," Rowan scoffs.

Fenrys laughs bitterly. "You forget I'm pals with Aedion too? Aelin winds up at his house almost every evening crying her eyes out. You two are still hopelessly in love. You're just dumb and badly in need of a good conversation."

"Aelin is upset?" A sense of disbelief washes over him.

"Yes! She misses you, but she's under the impression you are off sleeping around." His face saddens. "I told Aedion you weren't. He knows I go on all of these trips with you. Aelin's just upset you're gone and needs to believe in something that can help her let go."

Rowan stands up, swaying. "I have to go."

"Hell yeah, you do. Give Aelin my love," Fenrys waves as Rowan vates the bar like a hawk out of hell.

Aelin sets the stack of papers in front of him.

Rowan had been camping out in his office ever since there disaster of an anniversary. He'd texted a few times, but every time they talked, it was like relighting a fuze. Things weren't getting better.

"What are these?" Rowan asks without looking up from his screen.

"Your ticket to freedom," Aelin sits in the chair across from him.

She looks thin, thinner than she did when Arobynn was her foster father. It physically hurts Rowan that he's causing her that kind of stress. Glancing at the papers, she slapped in front of him. His blood becomes like an ice river through his body. "Aelin-"

"I'm not the one for you. That's apparent now. I won't hold you hostage in a marriage that you aren't happy in." Aelin blinks, and a tear slides down her face. He wants to wipe it away, but he's beyond angry. She was giving up on them.

"If this is what you want," Rowan slides the papers towards him and pulls out a pen.

Rowan is racing the familiar paths to their apartment. He doesn't care that it's almost four in the morning. The plane ride between Perranth and Ornyth is mercifully short, but he can't force himself to wait another minute.

"Aelin," he yells through their door. "Baby, answer me. Open the door."

Rowan's fists tap a consistent rhythm on the door, and his heart skips a beat when a bedraggled Aelin finally appears. "Rowan, do you know what time it is?"

She's in a pair of grey flannel pajamas, not one of her usual silky numbers. Aelin's eyes are red around the edges, and her face is still dewy from the excessive amount of lotion he knows she loves to put on. Rowan knows all of her routines. All of her favorite outfits, comfort movies, and best memories. He knows the scar she has on her left hand from an abusive foster father. Rowan remembers how the bridge of her nose wrinkles when she's upset in the same spot her cousin's does.

He knows everything about her, because not only were they husband and wife, they were best friends.

How could he have let that go?

Before Aelin can ask any more questions, Rowan has swept her into his arms. "I missed you so damn much."

"Rowan, have you been drinking?" Aelin asks in a voice cracked with emotion.

His hands are running up her back, and his knows burrows into her hair. He's always loved the smell of her jasmine shampoo. "Fireheart, I never resented you for losing the baby."

"Rowan, I don't want to talk about this," Aelin tries to push him away, but he squeezes her into his chest, and she melts.

That had been his mistake. He should have held Aelik like this and never let her go on pretending to be happy. How could he know everything about this woman and not have seen past her facade? She'd suffered. His own pain had blinded him.

"Aelin, I've made so many mistakes lately." Rowan rubs the back of Aelin's neck the way she likes, and he can feel the sobs starting to build up inside of her. "But the greatest shame of my life is not being there for you when you needed me. I was stupid, Fireheart. I'm not going to be stupid any longer. This separation can't go on, we aren't any happier for it, and I can't live knowing I'm away from the other half of my soul."

Aelin cracks, and he can feel the tears wetting the front of his shoulder. "You were never home. I thought there was someone else, someone who could give you the things you wanted because I can't."

Her whole form is shuddering his arms, and Rowan squeezes tighter as if he can hold her broken pieces together. "It's always been you. I don't care if we adopt or never have any kids at all. All I need is you, baby. You are all I've ever needed."

Suddenly, hands are in Rowan's hair as Aelin crushes their lips together. The kiss is frantic, a relief of the stress they'd carried upon their shoulders.

"I missed you too," Aelin whispers in between kisses. “Gods I mussed you so much.”

The rest of their night is filled with soothing words, frantic kissing, and murmured apologies. Rowan kisses the tears from her cheeks and Aelin looks into his eyes like she’s home. Nail dig into skin as they promise never to be apart again.

For the first time in months they sleep in the same bed. Rowan sinks into a deep restful sleep with his wife in his arms once more. He loves the way her cold toes search out his heat. How Aelin fits so perfectly against his chest. When he wakes up and she’s still there, his heart nearly features from relief.

After months of pain, it's the beginning of their walk towards healing.

The days after aren't perfect. They had legal issues to sort back out, more problems to lay bare to the sunlight. There was arguing, but it lacked actual heat, and they didn't walk away feeling unloved at the end. No longer did they fight to land barbs. Their bickering now served to work towards solutions and to express needs.

Between struggles, the love began to grow back. Rowan kept his job at work, and when he was home, it was about them. He started calling her on his breaks again, and it always astonished him how much he missed the sound of her voice. They both strived to communicate their feelings better and actually listen instead of reacting.

Aelin surprised him with romantic dates, and Rowan read pages of her favorite books to her at night. They danced in the kitchen and laughed at their favorite shows.

Fixing their marriage was hard work, but Rowan and Aelin didn't mind. The separation proved that neither of them wanted a life without the other. It was to whatever end, and they wouldn't accept anything less for them.

On one Sunday morning, Rowan opens his eyes and realizes that Aelin isn't on her side of the bed. Panic surges in him, and he looks around to make sure her things are still there.

They are, and the tension eases from his shoulders until he hears soft crying from the bathroom. Darting out of bed, he grabs Aelin's bathrobe and knocks on their bathroom door. "Aelin, what's wrong?"

Had he screwed something up? Was she sick?

The lock clicks, granting him silent permission for him to come inside. Rowan pushes the door open and finds Aelin crying on the side of the tup. With gentle hands, he wraps her robe around her and throws an arm over her shoulders. "What's wrong?"

Aelin looks up at him, a radiant smile on her face. "Look."

Rowan glances down to her clenched fists and-

He blinks, once, twice. Aelin laughs at his dumbfounded face, and it breaks his paralysis. Rowan grabs her around the waist and spins her around the cramped bathroom, the positive pregnancy test clattering to the floor.

Aelin's arms wrap around his neck. The emotion in the room is raw and bittersweet, but there's a hopefulness that can't be denied. Rowan holds her tight as they process the news. When they break apart, the love between them is palpable. They had another shot at this, a fresh start.

Hards times would come and go, but good days were never far behind for them. Because for Aelin and Rowan, it's always been them.

And that's all they needed.

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erenisms · 3 years

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prologue

NODUS TOLLENS : n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

you're staying in utgard for a few months to keep watch of your cousin who has tendencies of being utterly destructive and has the audacity to be proud of it. you're surprised to find out that hange already has a babysitter; levi ackerman.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: modern au, fluff, angst

CH. 00: uncle says.

masterlist. | you. | levi. | next.

You had to cut your chat with your friends as your Zoom meeting comes near. But instead of having a few minutes for yourself before having to act professional, your home telephone rings. You took out the wireless telephone with a sigh and put it on speaker, already knowing who's on the other line.

“Hey, uncle. Is something the matter?” You ask, mindlessly sorting through the random folders on your coffee table.

“No, no!” The old man dismisses. “I just called again to tell you that I've already notified Hange about your visit. She's ecstatic about the news! She said she can't wait to see you again.”

They. Hange uses they.

“Yeah. Me, too, uncle. I'm sure we'll have a lot to catch up on.” You try to hide the annoyance in your voice that your cousin's own father can't even acknowledge his child's own pronouns.

“Huh? I thought I'm only supposed to check in about how they–” You emphasized. “–are doing with their clinic on Utgard?

“Ah, well– there's that, too, of course.” He trails off. “But it would really be great if you can encourage my daughter to come back so she can take over the hospital, you know? I'm sure she doesn't know what she was thinking when she refused!”

Your uncle laughs as though his child is truly crazy. You're surprised to know that Hange didn't want to manage the hospital even if they have a passion for medicine. You frown.

“I'll try. No promises though.” You boringly agree. “By the way, can I have Hange's number? I think I lost it a couple years ago.”

“Of course, of course! You'll need contact. I'll email it to you right away.”

“Thanks, uncle. Um, I have to go. I have an online meeting in ten minutes. Is there anything else?”

“That's all, child. I'll just call again when something comes up. Thank you again, [Name], I really appreciate it!”

“No problem. It's not a big deal. Talk to you again soon, bye.” You end the call without waiting for your uncle's reply, you have a conference to attend after all.

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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When Two Coffee Addicts Unite

Part 1

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 8: Texting

Ao3 *** Part 2

Okay so this can either be a continuation of Internet Friends or the beginning of something new. But if you want to read this as a continuation of Internet friends then you should know:

The police department is almost as bad as Damocles when dealing with powerful figures. They take the video and audio footage and simply put it in the file. Because at the time Lila still had most or in fact all of the class under her thumb, they all supported Lila’s claim that it was an accident. Lila claims that a sudden dizzy spell struck her, and she fell forwards towards Marinette. And as Mari was already on the edge of the balcony it was an accident. The fact that the file sat in the police department until well after any claim could be valid it wasn’t looked into more. Mari, her friends, and Tim did have backups of the footage, complete records for every interaction with the police, and recorded calls and interactions when dealing with the police. But as they didn’t want to involve the embassy as this would become an international affair they didn’t bother with the case.

That said the police don’t bother with the Miracle Court to avoid work. However, with the Mayor, Medical responders, and the Fire Department all aid the heroes, the police only do the bare minimum.

Marinette’s class has begun to watch Lila, but they didn’t look into her lies because except for this incident it’s just she said she said with occasional ‘injuries’ on Lila. Most of them are wary of Lila but they aren’t converted to Marinette’s side, but there is an increased tolerance between them.

~~~~~~~~~~

Marinette had just sat back at her seat after eating lunch, while the classroom was still empty. There was still half an hour left. Alix, Kim, Nino, Sabrina, and Max walked in as she sat down.

"Marinette you got the time?" Alix called out. They were on somewhat okay terms since Lila’s claims were a total 180 from the Marinette that they have known for forever.

"30 minutes left." she announced looking of her phone and in turn her missed messages.

Tim:

Mari

Nettie

Marin

Bean

Bug

Marinette

Marinette:

What's wrong.

Tim:

I have back to back meetings starting in 3 hrs. until 5.

and

Marinette:

Let me guess haven't slept.

Tim:

Exactly

Help me please

Marinette:

How many reports can you send me?

Tim:

Quite a few

Marinette:

Send me what you can.

Review the rest.

Take a nap!

And I'll be a little voice during your meeting.

Tim:

Thanks, I owe you Bean.

Marinette:

I'II hold you to that.

Tim:

Sent

Marinette:

Just make sure you wake up.

Tim:

I make no promises.

On second thought I don't want to find out how you are mad

She made it through the 15 minutes of class because Lila was akumatized. Lila had burst into the class followed by Alya, Nino, and Adrien. She claimed Mari cornered her in the bathroom and beat her a few minutes ago, showing everyone the 'bruises' on her arms. Chloe handed something to Sabrina who walked up to Lila.

"Oh, you poor thing," Sabrina consoled, Lila only whimpered. "Here this has a salve that helps bruises." She gently took Lila's wrist and wiped a 'bruise' which disappeared instantly.

"That's amazing what is it called?" Alya commented. "I should get some for Nora."

"Make-up remover." Sabrina and Chloe spoke together.

"Besides." Alix butt in. "Marinette's been here the past half hour and hasn't left."

"What?! How do you know?" Lila cried.

"Cause we've been here the whole time with her." Sabrina commented.

Marinette for her part didn't know or hear the conversation around her.

"Marinette. Marinette. Earth to Marinette," Kim shouted.

"Present!" She jolted practically standing. "Wait," she looked around, "class hasn't started."

"What are you hyper fixated on?" Adrien asked innocently.

"Just some reports, don't think you'd like them too much Kit-Kat."

"Fair," he shrugged sitting next to her. "So how were you in two places at once?"

"I can't," her head tilted to the side confusion clear on her face.

"So, if Mari hasn't left, can't be in two places at once, and your 'bruises' came off with make-up remover. How do you explain that Lila?" Adrien around, the class slowly draining their conclusions. However, Marinette spoke up. "She lied, obviously..." she stated having gone back to the reports.

"Um you said that out loud, Cake Pop, and loud at that."

"Huh?" sure enough when she looked around some were shock still, others typed furiously into their phones.

That was when Mrs. Bustier walked in, fifteen minutes late to the class. Which was also when the bandy contained restraint ended. Lila was akumatized, school let out, and the rest of her night went smoothly.

Tim woke up, and with her help survived his meetings. Some while on patrol she would constantly mute and unmute herself. Luckily, it wasn't more than twice, and they didn't run into anyone. Chat didn’t ask questions, figured it out since she was pouring over Wayne documents earlier. Tim would call her back after the private meetings and ended around 10.

At around 11 Tim text her back.

Tim:

Thanks Bug you saved me today.

Marinette:

No problem Draco

You owe me though.

Tim:

I remember.

Go to bed it's like midnight over there!

Marinette:

Yeah Yeah

Tim:

Ooh

Congratulations 2x!

Marinette:

What???

Please explain.

Tim

Timothy

Timothy Drake-Wayne answer me.

Dragon please

Ugh fine I'll sleep.

Which is what she did when he wouldn’t answer her.

She woke up the next morning to two emails from W. E.. The first was for a collaboration between W.E. and MDC for a show featuring Wayne Tech accessories and their new climate fabrics. She immediately responded and accepted. The second was that her class was one of two to be accepted as transfer students to Gotham Academy and intern slots at WE, she forwarded that to her teacher and the school.

Marinette:

You Gremlin

Tim:

Like I said congrats

Oh, I need you to give me three names.

Marinette:

What for?

Her mind was racing at the possibilities.

Tim:

You'll find out.

Marinette:

What’s the other school?

Tim:

Some Prep school in the UK.

Marinette:

Give me a Sec.

She opened another contact and typed.

Marinette:

Hey, did you get a spot in the Wayne/GA internship?

Mystery:

Yes.

Why?

Marinette:

Tell the others we are hitting Gotham with style.

Mystery:

Very well.

Mari then sent three names to him and smiled. This was going to be fun.

~~~~~~~~~~

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Jessica and Ashley's Haunted Honeymoon

Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three #HW2103

Author's Note: After the last two chapters, I decided to go with more fun and fluff than actual frights and tears. I hope you like what I did. Thank you for reading.

Beca and Chloe were at a Bellas mini-reunion celebrating Jessica and Ashley's upcoming marriage. This of course brought up the same question that was asked every time the Bellas got together. Beca was talking with Flo and Jessica when it happened.

"When are you and Chloe going to put a ring on it?" Flo asked Beca.

Beca was surprised because it was usually Stacie or Fat Amy who brought up the question first.

"Um, I, uh, I'm not-," Beca stuttered. "I'm not sure."

"Don't let them push you into something you're not ready for, Beca," Jessica said.

Beca gave her a small smile and nodded, saying a quiet, "Thanks."

"What are you girls talking about?" Chloe asked as she wrapped her arm around Beca from behind and placed her chin on Beca's shoulder.

"Nothing," Beca said quickly. "I need another drink. Does anyone else need or want one?"

Flo and Jessica shook their heads.

"I'll go with you," Chloe said.

Beca sighed as she turned to go to the kitchen for a drink; Chloe took her hand as they walked.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked Beca.

"What?" Beca scoffed. "I'm fine."

"Hmm," Chloe hummed.

"Really, Chlo, I'm fine."

"Did someone ask you when we were going to get engaged?"

Beca stopped in mid-step, forcing Chloe to stop as well.

"Yeah," Beca said quietly. She looked into Chloe's eyes. "You know I love you and I'm all in, right?"

"I know," Chloe said just as quietly. "You know I love you and I'm all in, too, right?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I know."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Later that night, the four Bellas couples were sitting around talking. Jessica and Ashley had just told them about the mini-honeymoon their parents had given them as a wedding gift. They ended with asking their fellow Bellas to join them.

"So, let me get this straight," Stacie said, looking at Jessica and Ashley. "You want the six of us to join you on your honeymoon?"

"Yeah," Ashley said. "Our folks rented us a yacht to sail down the East Coast. It comes with a chef, a small crew, and four full bedrooms."

"It's only for four days," Jessica added. "We hope you can all make it."

"Denise?" CR questioned, looking at her wife.

"Only four days?" Denise said, smiling and nodding her head. "Yeah, let's do it."

"We're in," CR said, smiling at Jessica and Ashley.

"Beca, what do you think?" Chloe whispered to Beca.

Beca smiled and nodded. "I think we should go. It sounds fun and a little romantic, don't you think?"

"Yes!" Chloe exclaimed. "Beca and I are in. Brey? How about you and Stacie?"

"I don't know," Aubrey said. "We have to find someone to take care of Bella."

"I'm sure my mom will take her," Stacie said. "And it would be nice to get away, just the two of us. We haven't had a vacation with just the two of us since our honeymoon."

"Okay, then," Aubrey said. "It looks like we're in, too!"

"Yay!" Jessica cheered. "We'll send you all an email with the details.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Jessica and Ashley's wedding went off without a hitch. The four couples left their hotel the next morning and made their way to the yacht they would be sailing on for the next four days.

"Wow!" Stacie said, whistling. "This is some boat."

"Good morning, ladies," a man in white pants and a green collared shirt greeted the group. "I am Samuel and I will be captaining the ship for you. Follow me and I'll show you to your assigned cabins."

The girls picked up their suitcases and followed Samuel. Each was given a cabin. The girls made plans to put on their bathing suits and meet back up on deck after they finished unpacking.

"Swanky," Beca said when she and Chloe entered their cabin. "Look, we even have our own bathroom."

"Actually, you'll be sharing with us," Stacie said as she came through the bathroom to Beca and Chloe's cabin.

"Remind me to always lock both bathroom doors when I go in there," Beca whispered to Chloe.

"I'll do you one better," Chloe said and looked at Stacie. "Stacie, promise me you won't harass my girlfriend when she's using the bathroom."

"I never make a promise I know I can't keep," Stacie responded with a salacious wink at Beca.

"Oh, God," Beca said, blushing as Chloe giggled next to her.

"Don't worry, babe," Chloe whispered in Beca's ear. "I'll remind you to lock both doors whenever you go in there."

"Thanks," Beca said, shivering at Chloe's breath tickling her ear.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

Once all the girls had changed and were on the deck, Samuel introduced them to the two crew members, one of whom was also the chef.

Lunch was served buffet style and the girls were enjoying everything.

"Try this, Jess," Ashley said, holding out a fork with a bite of shrimp scampi on it. "The bread crumb topping makes the dish."

"Mmmm," Jessica hummed with satisfaction as she took the offered bite. "That is so good."

"Told you," Ashley said, leaning in to kiss Jessica.

"Mmm," Jessica said, licking her lips. "That taste was even better."

"I'll give you the full buffet later," Ashley whispered with a giggle.

"You two are so stinking cute," CR said, holding Denise from behind. "Have we fully thanked you for inviting us to be a part of your amazing honeymoon trip?"

"I second that," Chloe said.

Chloe was sitting behind Beca with her chin on Beca's shoulder, holding her drink up in the air toward Jessica and Ashley.

"Hear, hear!" Aubrey and the others said, holding their drinks up as well.

"We're glad to have you all here," Ashley said. "This trip just wouldn't be the same without the Bellas being included."

"I wish we had thought of inviting some of you on our honeymoon," Stacie said, as she situated herself behind Aubrey. "It was great with just the two of us, but there were a few instances where it would have been more fun with a group."

"Aca-scuse me?" Aubrey said. "I thought our honeymoon was aca-mazing with just the two of us."

"I love you, babe," Stacie said, sitting up to pull Aubrey to her. "But, you have to admit there were a couple of times that you said you wished we had some friends with us."

"I'm with Stacie," Denise said, causing CR to look at her with a raised brow.

"Did you find me lacking on our honeymoon?" CR asked.

"No, no, no," Denise said, waving her hands at CR. "You were amazing on our honeymoon. You definitely were not lacking in any way. I just meant I can see what Stacie was saying. Do you remember that tour we took of the winery and none of the other members of the group spoke to us? We couldn't decide if it was because you're black or that we were a same-sex couple on our honeymoon. Either way, it would have been nice to have someone we knew there so we could have enjoyed it more. Don't you agree?"

"Okay," CR said. "I'll give you that one."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

A few hours later, the girls decided to call it a night and went to their cabins.

"It's freezing in here," Ashley said, shivering as she and Jessica got ready for bed.

"Leave the pajamas," Jessica purred in Ashley's ear. "And come warm me up."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley said, taking Jessica in her arms.

Ashley kissed Jessica and things got heated, quickly.

"Dayum," Jessica murmured against Ashley's lips. "You sure are good at that. I'm getting warmer already.

"Stick with me," Ashley said. "And you'll think you've stepped into an inferno."

Jessica laughed as Ashley threw her down on the bed and climbed on top of her.

They had been out to see for three days. Beca and Chloe were relaxing in their cabin when Beca got up and went into the shared bathroom, after a moment she came stomping back out.

"Oh, my God!" Beca screamed.

"What happened?" Chloe asked, jumping up from the bed and rushing over to Beca.

"They were -," Beca stuttered. "Naked. Hands. Stuff. Aubrey. I can't unsee it!"

"We're sorry, Beca," Stacie said as she and Aubrey came through the door Beca had just entered from.

Beca turned and glared at the couple.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on?" Chloe said, looking from Beca to Stacie and Aubrey.

"It's not a big deal," Stacie said.

"Not a big deal?!" Beca screeched. "Maybe not to you, but it is to me. I'll never be able to unsee it."

"Stacie and I were, um, you know," Aubrey stammered. "And Beca walked in and saw us."

"They were having sex, Chloe," Beca said, glaring at Stacie and Aubrey. "In the shared bathroom."

Chloe bit her lip but couldn't keep the laugh from spewing out. Beca blushed and turned her glare to Chloe.

"It's not funny, Chlo," Beca said.

"It's a little bit funny," Stacie said, laughing as Aubrey slapped on the stomach.

"Not even a little bit," Beca said. "I swear I could have gone my whole life without knowing what Aubrey's O face looks like. I will be haunted by that image for the rest of my life. That's what this is. It's turned into a haunted honeymoon."

Chloe and Stacie laughed harder; Aubrey blushed but joined in the laughter. Beca huffed and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" Chloe asked, still laughing.

"I'm going to sleep on the deck," Beca said. "That's if I can get Aubrey's face out of my head."

Chloe couldn't control herself and started laughing harder; Stacie and Aubrey joined her.

Beca opened the door and looked over at Stacie and Aubrey. "Lock both fucking doors next time!"

Beca then left the room, slamming the door behind her. Laughter followed her up to the deck.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

"Fucking Stacie and Aubrey," Beca mumbled as she got comfortable on the bench seat on the upper deck.

Beca started chuckling to herself as she realized what she had just said.

"Stacie and Aubrey fucking," Beca mumbled laughing harder at herself. "Fucking Stacie and Aubrey."

Beca finally calmed down and looked up at the moon.

"I should get Chloe and bring her up here," Beca thought. "This is kind of romantic. It's a nice night, maybe we can sleep up here."

"Is everything alright, miss?" Samuel asked, causing Beca to jump.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Beca said. "Are there any rules against us sleeping up here?"

"No, miss," Samuel said. "It's a beautiful night and you should be quite comfortable. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No, thank you," Beca said.

"I'll bid you a goodnight then," Samuel said and left Beca.

Beca watched Samuel leave and decided that getting Chloe was a good idea. She stood and started to make her way to the steps leading to the lower deck.

"Becs?" Chloe's voice called out from the deck below.

"Up here," Beca said, looking over the edge to see Chloe standing below her. "I was just coming to get you."

Chloe smiled and climbed up to where Beca was. She pulled Beca to her and kissed her.

"I'm sorry," Chloe murmured against Beca's lips. "I shouldn't have laughed at you."

"It's okay," Beca said, kissing Chloe. "Once I got up here I started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all."

"So, why were you coming to get me?" Chloe asked, tightening her arms around Beca's shoulders.

"Other than the fact that I love you and wanted to be with you?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, smiling brightly. "Other than that."

"It's kind of romantic out tonight," Beca said, staring into Chloe's eyes. "I thought maybe we could sleep up here."

"Mmmm," Chloe purred. "I like the way you think. Let's get some pillows and a blanket."

Chloe turned to go back to their room. Beca grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Um," Beca said. "Where are Stacie and Aubrey?"

Chloe giggled. "They went back to their room."

"Are you sure?" Beca asked.

"Positive," Chloe said.

Beca followed Chloe below and they grabbed pillows and a light blanket. They returned to the upper deck and made up their 'bed.' Beca laid down and held out her arm to Chloe. Chloe snuggled into Beca's side and threw her arm across Beca's waist.

"Look at that moon," Chloe said. "It's beautiful."

"Yes, it is," Beca said, looking down at Chloe. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Chloe said, leaning up to join their lips. "Sweet dreams, babe."

"Sweet dreams," Beca said, trying to stifle a yawn.

It wasn't long before the couple had fallen asleep.

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

"What the hell, Beca?" Stacie yelled as she opened the door to Beca and Chloe's room. "You forgot to unlock-. They're not here."

"What?" Aubrey asked, looking over Stacie's shoulder. "Where could they be?"

"What's going on?" CR asked and she and Denise came out of their room.

"What's with all the shouting?" Jessica asked as she and Ashley exited their room.

"Beca and Chloe are missing," Aubrey said.

"What?!" Four Bella voices screeched.

"They're missing," Stacie said. "They were here last night when we went to bed."

"Well, Chloe was," Aubrey said. "Beca stormed out and-. Wait, Beca said she was going to sit on the upper deck. Maybe Chloe went looking for her."

"Why did Beca storm out?" CR asked.

"She was mad at us for laughing at her," Aubrey said, blushing slightly.

"Why were you laughing at her?" Ashley asked.

Stacie gave the girls the Reader's Digest condensed version of what happened the night before. She ended with Beca saying how she would be haunted by what she saw for the rest of her life.

The girls started laughing.

"Hey, Jess, Ashley," Denise said, wiping a tear from her eye. "I didn't know you invited us on a haunted honeymoon."

"The only thing haunted about our honeymoon," Jessica said, laughing. "Is what's inside Beca's head."

"Be nice, you guys," Aubrey said. "She was really upset last night. Don't mention anything and don't tease her, okay?"

"We'll try," CR said. "But, I make no promises."

"Come on," Ashley said. "Let's see what's for breakfast."

The three couples followed Ashley and Jessica to the upper deck.

"Good morning, ladies," Samuel called out from the top deck. "We have breakfast set up here this morning."

"You girls had better hurry up," Chloe said, holding a glass of juice and looking down at them. "Beca is wolfing down the bacon like there's no tomorrow."

The girls hurried up the last set of steps. Beca had just picked up more bacon when she suddenly froze at hearing Stacie's voice.

"Back away from the bacon, Beca," Stacie said as she was making her way over to the table.

Beca dropped the bacon on her plate and looked over her shoulder. She smirked at Stacie and took her plate over to sit next to Chloe. Chloe took a piece of bacon off Beca's plate and bit into it.

"Mmmm," Chloe hummed in content.

"Good, right?" Beca said, smirking when she saw Stacie glaring at her.

"Here's more bacon for you ladies," the cook said as he set a plate overflowing with more bacon on the table.

"Did you guys sleep up here?" Denise asked, pointing out the blanket and pillows Beca and Chloe had used.

"Yeah, we did," Chloe said, kissing Beca's cheek. "It was quite romantic."

"Isn't that what honeymoons are supposed to be?" Ashley asked. "Romantic?"

"Yeah," Jessica said.

"I'm guessing if you were able to be romantic and sleep up here," Stacie said, chuckling. "You are no longer haunted by what you saw Aubrey and I doing last night?"

Beca glared at Stacie as the others started laughing.

"Did you tell everybody what happened last night?" Beca asked.

"Yep," Stacie said.

"Leave her alone, Stacie," Aubrey said. "Just because we were enjoying the moment, doesn't mean Beca enjoyed watching it happen."

Beca grimaced and dropped the bacon she was eating back onto her plate. "I've suddenly lost my appetite."

~~Pitch Perfect Horror Week 2021 - Day Three ~~

The girls teased Beca throughout the day and kept referring to the trip as "Jessica and Ashley's Haunted Honeymoon."

Since it was their last night on board, the cook made a special seafood dinner and had a beautiful table set up on the main deck. They ate by candlelight and made toast after toast to Jessica and Ashley.

Jessica stood and raised her glass. Ashley smiled at her and raised her glass as well.

"First," Jessica said. "Ash and I want to thank you all for joining us on our honeymoon trip."

"You mean, haunted honeymoon trip," CR said, snickering.

"Wow," Beca muttered so only Chloe could hear. "Comments like that make me wonder if I even want a honeymoon."

"If you marry me," Chloe whispered back. "There damn well better be a honeymoon."

"Is that a proposal, Beale?" Beca teased.

"What if it were?" Chloe smirked, expecting to see Beca squirm.

"Hmmm," Beca hummed. "Then I guess I'd have to say yes."

"Wait. What?" Chloe said, leaning back to look at Beca. "Are you serious?"

"I am if you are," Beca said. "What do you say, Chloe? Wanna marry me?"

The others sat and looked at Beca and Chloe, waiting to see what Chloe would say.

"You'd better not be toying with me, Mitchell," Chloe said.

Beca pushed her chair back and knelt down on one knee next to Chloe's chair.

"Oh, my God," Stacie whispered.

"I'm not toying with you, Beale," Beca said, holding up a ring up to Chloe. "I love you, Chloe. Will you marry me?"

Chloe looked at Beca with tears in her eyes. She took Beca's face in her hands and leaned down to kiss her.

"Yes," Chloe whispered against Beca's lips before pushing back into the kiss.

Beca pulled out of the kiss and took Chloe's left hand, placing the ring on her finger. She then stood, bringing Chloe up with her.

"I love you," Beca said before smashing her lips onto Chloe's.

"Congratulations, you two," Aubrey said, hugging the newly engaged couple.

The others joined in with their congratulations.

"Hey!" Jessica called out to get everyone's attention. "I didn't get to finish my toast."

Everyone took their seats and raised their glasses.

"Second," Jessica said. "I want to give a special thanks to Beca for giving us this wonderful honeymoon trip."

"What?" Aubrey and Stacie said together.

"Beca?" Chloe asked, looking at Beca.

Beca just smiled and gave a small salute to Jessica and Ashley with her glass.

"Beca gave you this trip?" Chloe asked, looking at Jessica. "But, I thought your parents gave it to you."

"That's just what we told all of you," Ashley said. "Beca came to us at the reunion and told us that she wanted to propose to Chloe. She had everything planned out and just needed us to get the rest of you on board. We didn't really have a lot of money for both the wedding and the honeymoon, so it worked out perfectly."

"Thank you, Jessica," Beca said. "And Ashley. This was one of the best days of my life."

"You did all this just to propose to me?" Chloe asked with tears in her eyes.

"I wanted it to be special," Beca said, wiping Chloe's tears with the pad of her thumb. "And I wanted our closest friends in attendance when I asked you."

A collective 'awww' went up from the group.

"You know Amy's going to kill you," Stacie said, looking at Beca. "She's always saying that she's your best friend. She's going to hate that she missed it."

"She knew about it," Beca said. "But, she already had plans to go to Australia after Jessica and Ashley's wedding for her cousin's wedding. Plus, it's all on video, right Samuel."

"Yes, Miss Mitchell," Samuel responded with a smile while holding up a small camera.

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