#and she knows how my mind works since we've been together since high school

[alloftheimaginesblog]

holding on {alex karev}

plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.

character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader

The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.

He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.

"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."

He scoffed.

You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.

You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.

You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.

"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."

"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."

As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."

"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

So after the accident, Alex stayed.

It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.

"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"

"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.

"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"

"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."

"I don't-"

"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."

With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.

Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"

The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.

He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.

"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.

Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.

His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.

"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.

"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"

George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.

"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."

Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."

Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.

"What- what caused it?"

Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.

Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.

Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.

He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."

"A-Alex?" You croaked.

"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.

It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.

Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."

You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."

"Who? Alex?!"

Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."

You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"

Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."

When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."

"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"

You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."

Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."

Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"

You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"

"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.

#one shot #grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy one shot #os #reader insert #alex karev x reader #alex karev #alex karev imagine #imagine #prompt #alex karev x you #greys anatomy

[missingexaltation]

In 1995 Steve gets the invite to his first high school reunion. He and Eddie talk about it and decide to go. After all, Steve hasn't seen any of his former school friends in years and wants to know how they're all doing...but more importantly he wants to see their faces when they see who he's unlawfully married to. Because he's a snarky lil' shit when he wants to be.

Eddie agrees to tag along as his plus one, promising he'll behave. Steve doesn't promise a thing though. They meet up with a lot of people they'd both forgotten about, making genuinely pleasant small talk for a while, and after Eddie makes a break for drinks, Steve suddenly comes face to face with Tommy and Carol.

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Tommy's been working in some high flying banking job since he left college, courtesy of his dad, and he's not ashamed to say that he makes the big bucks now. Carol's pregnant with their second, and is now at the stage where she's constantly exhausted, but the funny thing is that they both rake their eyes over Steve like they want to devour him. He looks good. Happy.

It's at this point that Munson, of all people, make his entrance, interrupting with a 'sorry Stevie, all they have is this weird punch thing and I'm like mostly sure it's not even alcoholic'.

Tommy gives him a look. 'Munson,' He says, 'didn't think you graduated with us.'

The tone is sly and bitchy, but Eddie just waves him off, completely unbothered. It's Steve that reaches for Eddie's hand, beams a smile at him and says 'He's my plus one, man. Been together 9 years now, crazy how time flies, huh? '

It's only a barest moment of a second where Tommy's face crumples in on itself, but he regains composure quickly. 'Oh, right.' He says, trying for even footing in the conversation because what the fuck, Steven, 'So what do you guys do for work then?'

'I don't.' Steve said, cheerfully. 'Eddie's band more than pays the bills though, we've just gotten back from the European leg of the tour. So this...' he gestures to the room, '- is great timing for us.'

Munson's lost interest already, too busy scanning the room for whatever losers he used to hang out with. He's never liked Tommy, so it tracks. Tommy's never liked him either, the weird freak that he is...was. He has more tattoos though, Tommy can see one winding up and around his neck, and on the back of his hands. He briefly wonders whether he's got more, but tables that thought for never.

Tommy's brain was already working overtime. He didn't think that Steve had changed that much, but he's one of them? Munson, sure. That was pretty standard, even before everyone thought he was a serial killer. Hell, there was probably still graffiti with his name and the services he 'offered' on it somewhere in the building. But Steve? He times back into the conversation, hoping he's not missed much.

'-the same band, different name.' Munson's saying. 'Probably not your sort of music though, Hagans-'

'Yeah but loads of people have heard the new single, Eds. It's in the top ten.' Steve interjects, all fucking heart eyes. He turns back to them and sings the tune of something that sounds actually kind of familiar.

'Wait that's you?' Carol squeaks. 'Tyler, my brother Tyler, is like obsessed with that song, I swear on my life.'

Munson just shrugs, like her opinion is beneath him, and Tommy's blood boils. Munson's always been able to get under everyone's skin, without even trying, but Carol's his wife and there's no way he's standing for that.

But Munson's not paying him any attention, he's scribbling on a piece of paper and handing it over. 'If he wants it,' He says, 'your brother I mean.'

Then he's looking across the room and his face lights up. 'Danny P!' He yells, making a break for it and grabbing some unsuspecting guy around the shoulders, spinning him like he's a ballroom dancer. Steve's left holding his drink, but doesn't seem to mind. He just laughs, and gives Tommy an absent kind of nod. And that hurts more than anything.

'Good to see you man.' Steve says, and that's that. He follows Munson across the room and watches as he's introduced to some guy Tommy doesn't even remember.

Carol's left holding Munson's signature, his fucking autograph, like she's been frozen stiff.

'Holy shit.' She says, not even looking up at her husband. 'Tyler's gonna freak.'

Tommy doesn't even think about it for days later, until he's at work of all places. He's sitting in his office, scanning through the newspaper while he waits for his next meeting. He's certainly not expecting to see Munson's face taking up half a page in the entertainment section, with a couple of vaguely familiar faces.

CORRODED CONSCIENCE RETURN FOR ONE-OFF GIG ON HOME TURF!

He scans through the article, the usual bullshit of talking the band up, how it's good to be home, yada yada yada, but it's the caption under the picture that makes him pause.

CC (left to right): Gareth Jones (drums), Jeff Springer (guitar), Violet Cooper (vocals), Dani Jackson (bass) and Eddie Harrington (guitar).

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things ficlet #Tommy Hagan #Carol Perkins #Steddie attending Steve's reunion first because Eddie didn't graduate until '86 #third person views into their relationship is so much fun #rockstar!eddie #Hawkins not acknowledging Eddie's career (and the rest of the band) as a success story is so funny to me...the feeling is mutual tho 😂 #HC that Eddie changed his name when he and Steve got 'married' in '91...because people kept asking him about 'the Munson murders' of '86 #also i think it's canon that Tommy had a crush on Steve? isn't that what the actor said? i love that for him...but he's still a dick #also...they changed the band name (vaguely) because of similar reasons...fucking satanic panic bullshit 😂

[gayerthanevertbh]

infidelity | futile devices pt. 1

pairings: fuckboy!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: you and wanda have been best friends ever since you were little babies, and you’ve went through a lot with her. in august 2019 when you met wanda’s girlfriend, natasha, you completely fell in love with her. what happens when the three of you create a love triangle that could possibly ruin everything?

warnings: intense staring, infidelity, and nothing much since it’s only the start of the story.

author’s note: enjoy the first part of the story! what do you want to happen in the next part? let me know!

Years ago, before I knew what futile devices were, I met Wanda at kindergarten in our small town in New England. She started out as a bully, but after we ate lunch together, I knew we would become more than just a bully and a victim. Since then, she has protected me, especially from those who didn't like me very much. I may have had a crush on her at first, but I was aware that if I said anything inappropriate, our friendship would end. I couldn't stop myself from having a crush on Wanda Maximoff at the time. She was a tall brunette with big green eyes who always tried to protect me. We've been through so much together as best friends, and we even shared our first kiss because no one would dare to kiss me. Wanda, on the other hand, always saved her first mind-blowing kiss for me, and it was surprisingly good when we did it. I recall her saying, "There you go, now you can kiss anyone in this room," but that never happened. I was too afraid to be in a relationship after witnessing Wanda's, which was not particularly good.

She told me the meaning of futile devices while we were in the park together. “Beyond words,” she says. “Futile means vain, pointless. In other words, if you want to say your love for them, you can’t. It’s just too much.”

“Is that supposed to be romantic?” I asked, she only lets out a controlled chuckle before drinking from her flask.

“Sure, if you want it to be.”

Since then, I knew that I could never describe my love for Wanda – because it was too much, too impotent, and vain. If I say it out loud, what would she do? Perhaps she would leave me in the air, possibly never speaking to me again. But knowing her so well, I knew she wouldn’t do that to me. It was still scary to say it out loud, and I’m sure that I could never say how much I love her – no matter how painful it could be.

We stayed friends until we graduated from high school together. Wanda had a boyfriend named Chucky, and I was with Brandon, my date because he was the only boy I could find. Brandon was with me the majority of the time because I didn't want to be alone this summer. I suppose you could say he was my first boyfriend with whom I never lost my virginity. We split up when our first semester began. When he left me, I didn't feel too much emotion; in fact, I was relieved that he did. Wanda asked why I was always smiling when she brought me chocolates after my breakup.

“Aren’t you sad that Brandon left you?” I shook my head, eating the last piece of chocolate bar in the wrapper. “You’re so weird, you know that?”

“Yeah, but I’m your weirdo.”

She only laughs, agreeing with a nod.

“Yes you are,” she said. “Let’s just watch a movie, yeah? We still have to study tomorrow.”

Months later, I was working at a bakery shop while Wanda was trying to learn to be a bartender since it’s always been her first dream job. I did like my life for a little while, working at a bakery shop was the best thing that ever happened to me. Wanda did like hers since she came home with a drunk look on her face. When August came along, we started to become distant from each other. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve gotten so busy with my job and my school work, and she was always out since she has a new girlfriend. I never expected that from her, dating a girl. I mean, I always knew that she was bisexual, but it was unexpected when she told me that she was truly in love with this college girl from a different university.

I was a little jealous because Wanda had been spending too much time with her instead of with me, and if I had to lie to myself, I'd say I was happy for her - but I wasn't. How could you choose someone you met two months ago and decide to leave me hanging? What happened to both of us? This isn't going to last, I tell myself. That was something I had to tell myself in order not to get hurt. But every time she comes home, I get the impression that I'm no longer number one in her heart.

In the third week of September, Wanda decided to bring her girlfriend over to our apartment, with our two friends from the university. While I was preparing for dinner, our friend Peter and Kate was at the door. I opened it slowly and gave them a big smile on my face since I don’t know what other emotions I should use.

“Did you only invite us because Wanda has this amazing hot girlfriend?” Kate giggled, which I nodded in response. She knew that I was joking, I never thought I have humor.

“Are you also excited to meet her?”

“Hey, maybe she’s nice!” Peter exclaimed happily, walking towards the dining area as he sits beside Kate. “It’s only the right time for Wanda, I mean she always has this boyfriend or girlfriend until she’ll break up with them two weeks later.”

“She seems like a green flag,” Kate said. “Aren’t you happy for her? You guys have been best friends ever since you came out from your mother’s vagina.”

I chuckled, “We met at kindergarten.”

“The point is, you should be happy for her. I know you’re still in love with her–”

“We don’t talk about that.”

“-But maybe you should start moving on,” she finishes herself, sighing deeply. “I have a dude for you, his name is Steve. He’s in my class.”

Will this guy help me move on from Wanda Maximoff?

“Oh yeah? What does he do?”

“He’s apparently taking medicine, which means he’s also not available. People who take medicine are always busy, like extremely busy.”

I turned around, shrugging my shoulders. “So what’s the point of me dating this guy then if he’s not available?”

She mimicked my shrug, playing with her fingers. “I don’t know, I was just suggesting–”

“Thanks for the suggestion but, I’m good being on my own.”

I’ve always been on my own, even though Wanda was always around.

30 minutes later, I heard murmuring from the other room, and I realized Wanda had brought her girlfriend, who had caught my eye. She was tall - but not too tall - and had her hair tied in the back of her head; she also had green eyes like Wanda, but hers were darker, so I couldn't see the details of her pupils. When the woman caught my eye, I turned away and hugged Wanda briefly, asking, "So this is her?"

“Yeah,” she replied. “This is Natasha, my girlfriend for a month.”

I cast a quick glance at Natasha and shook her hand; it was calloused but not too rough on my skin. She smiled warmly and said, "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. Wanda has told me lots of stories about you.”

“Like how I’m such a bad friend?” I said in a joking matter, watching as Wanda playfully rolls her eyes. “I’m glad you can make it, how about you sit down? The food is ready.”

I returned to my table and sat beside Wanda while Natasha was in the opposite direction, her eyes roaming all over the place. I assumed that she was enticed by our home since it was full of framed paintings and a telephone from the corner of the room – it wasn’t working, we just decided that it looked nice in our apartment.

“So where do you study, Romanoff?” Kate asked while drinking from the wine glass that I bought from a dollar store. Natasha sighed and placed her fork on the plate, slowly chewing the food.

“I study at Columbia,” she responded quietly. “I met Wanda at my university, and we hit it off right away.”

“But aren’t you from NYU, Wanda?”

“I just had a quick visit at the university, to see if I still had other options.”

“Were you ever going to tell me that you’ll be studying at Columbia?” I asked, trying my best not to show defectiveness about this conversation. “I thought we agreed to study together and graduate in the same school together.”

“That was the plan, and I want to study with you,” Wanda said, sighing through her nose. “I was just looking at my options. If I didn’t end up studying at NYU, then I’d study at Columbia.”

“But if you ever did study in Columbia, were you going to tell me?”

I was hurt by this information since Wanda knows that she was my only friend, and will always be my best friend. Before we even started college, we both agreed that attending the same school was the best option. I guess she changed her mind after meeting Natasha, who appears to be my nemesis. It’s not like I didn’t want the best for her, but her going to the same school as I made me feel like I was important to her. I would say I’m a little self-centered.

“Of course,” said Wanda with a small smile on her face, holding hands with Natasha. “We still live together, you know? What would be a harm studying in at another university?”

She was right, she has always been right.

I caught Natasha's gaze while we were eating and talking about physics, which I dislike talking about because I despise science. Her eyes appeared... hungry. But I couldn't assume she wanted me that way because she had Wanda, so I shifted my gaze to Kate's. But I could still feel her eyes on me as if they were glued to me only. When I returned my gaze to her, she was staring at Wanda. As strange as it may sound, I liked how she gave me those stares in her eyes because no one would ever stare at me like that.

“What do you study, Y/n?” Natasha asked, eating a forkful of meat that I had just baked in the oven.

“Literature,” I replied quietly, placing my foot on top of the other since I feel like I’m having anxiety talking to this woman who looks like a senior. “You? You seem like a person who doesn’t study.”

“And she speaks,” Wanda giggled, causing everyone to laugh too. “Who taught you how to talk back, missy?”

I shrugged, “Just myself.”

"Photography, in case you were wondering," the redhead replied, wiping her mouth with a tissue as she drank a bottle of beer that I had opened for her. "I photograph places, people, and a variety of other subjects. That’s why me and Wanda are a match, she likes photography.”

There was no way I'd ever match this obnoxious, self-centered, narcissistic individual. I wouldn't call her a narcissist, but she certainly has the appearance of one. Plus, why am I thinking that I could ever get with her? She clearly has those lovey-dovey eyes on Wanda; not me.

“What year are you in?” Kate chimes in, looking at Natasha with curiosity in her eyes.

“Fourth year,” she said. “This is my last year, actually. After that, I might move back to Ohio.”

“Why Ohio?” Peter suddenly asked. Natasha only sighs in response and takes another drink from her beer, smacking her lips together, as if she doesn’t know what to say next or do. Yet, she still replies in that husk tone.

“I have a family there,” she slowly responded, looking briefly at Wanda and then towards me. “Wanda says you’re from Ohio too, that’s where you two met.”

“That’s true,” I said. “But we moved to New York shortly after high school, I’m not technically from here.”

“It seems like it, you don’t have that New Yorker accent.”

"But Peter does," Wanda laughs as she pours herself another cheap red wine and swirls it in her glass. "How do you like living in New York?" It's as if we're in our thirties, but half of us are only in our twenties, and Natasha is almost in her late twenties because Wanda told me her age.

“It’s great,” he says in a positive tone and clasped his hands together on his lap. “The rent is expensive, but it’s all good. I still like the smell of the air here, it never gets old.”

“New York isn’t the most ideal city,” Kate chimed in again. “But you know, they have good schools here. My parents are billionaires, so like I don’t really have to worry about rent.”

“I wish I lived in your life,” I murmured, smirking at her playfully, which Wanda saw and felt uncomfortable in her seat. Was she jealous? “You have billionaire parents and live that rich life, I’m just a girl from Ohio who is incredibly in love with her job.”

“Didn’t you say you work at the bakery?” now, Natasha’s eyes were on me as she spoke. I slowly nodded my head before taking a sip from my wine glass, licking it between my lips. “Do you like working there?”

“It pays the rent, so yeah.”

After dinner, Peter and Kate said their goodbyes and returned home, leaving just me, Wanda, and Natasha on the couch. I was scrolling through Tinder on my phone when I noticed Natasha giving Wanda a head massage and kissing her on the forehead. When I see them do this, especially right in front of me, it makes my stomach churn. How did Wanda find someone so quickly and not me? Why isn't she head over heels in love with me? Why can't I be the one? But if I keep comparing myself to this woman, I know I'll end up feeling terrible.

“You guys should get a room, you’re making me want to vomit," I muttered under my breath, turning off my phone to get a better look at them - but that turned out to be the most sickening thing I've ever done because I was watching them kissing sweetly right in front of me, causing me to stand up and walk back to my room. I went to bed with my lights turned off after a quick warm shower and skincare routine. They were either going to kill me or that girlfriend Wanda had brought into this apartment. Throughout this eventful evening, her eyes were on me instead of Wanda’s – which is kind of suspicious.

I took a deep breath and rolled over on my back, clasping my hands together as my palms sweat. I'm not sure what was wrong with me; I just had this strange feeling about Natasha. Something thumped inside of me when I met her. I sighed and whispered, “Futile devices, how ridiculous that sounds.”

And it truly does if you think about your best friend’s girlfriend.

it gets real in the next part lol

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow x you #black widow x reader #futile devices series by anne

[reasonsmandy]

You matter to me

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by @itzajeanspears — Hi!!! Love your writing so much!! Not sure if you’re still doing requests lol, butttt I have a really specific one so if you’d be able to do this I’d like actually die omg. Okay so I’m a fashion student from LA and I was thinking, the reader is like basically siblings with billy and Graham, (her dad and their mom started dating when they were kids so they were practically raised together) but she’s closest with Eddie in particular. They’re best friends. They’ve basically been attached at the hip since they were kids. They’re both secretly harboring feelings for each other and everyone knows it but themselves. She’s been there for them since the band started, like Camilla, making them outfits for gigs and stuff. and Eddie even takes her to prom when her date ends up being a jerk to her. Butttt the reader ends up moving to LA to go to fashion school (maybe eventually she can be their costume designer for the aurora tour 🙏) and Eddie slowly stops talking to her god knows why. Fast forward- The band moves out to LA and they stay with her until they’re stable enough to be out on their own. The tension is super high between her and Eddie and EVERYONE notices. Super Angsty. Ends in fluff and love confessions 🫶 maybe angry billy lol. AGAIN THANK YOU!!! I know that was super complicated. YOUR WRITING AND EDITS ARE AMAZINGGGG !!

✧.* you're reading part two, here's the part one — A letter?

✧.* summary — Eddie was waiting for your response, and when it never came... A wall was built between you.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.5k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I know it took me forever!!! I'm so sorry, please enjoy! And let me know your thoughts about it :)

I have no idea how to start this, my head has been a mess since our last conversation. I'm sorry for the way I left, I should've been more polite involving all we've been through in the last couple of months. I confess that I don't understand why you thought I couldn't support you in this situation, I've seen you dreaming about this day since I was ten years old, where we chatted about school and unattainable plans for the future… Seeing you achieve everything you dreamed of is like being hit by a ray of sunshine, I am deeply proud of you.

I wish you all the best on this new journey in your life, you are great and your talent is not left behind! Know that you wouldn't be there if it weren't for all your extraordinary talent. There is something in everything you do that exudes originality and no one can take that away or dispute it from you.

I decided to respect your choice and not go to see you on the day of your departure, I confess that this is demanding a lot from me, but I do everything to see you well. I hope you have a great trip and a great life there too.

I don't want to lie to you, I really hope you write me back, I have a huge hope that you'll give me another chance and we can work things out... I'll understand if you don't want that, I just want you to keep in mind that I love you. Fly towards your dream, and when you miss home, maybe my words will warm your heart.

Yours, Eddie Roundtree.

The bassist seals the letter with trembling fingers, he knew you would leave tomorrow and he still had his doubts about what he was going to do.He wanted to come see you before the match, kiss you gently, hug you as if you were going to escape at any moment... But he couldn't, if that was your choice he would respect that.

He knocks on the Dunne house three times, his hands trembling as he waited impatiently with the letter in hand.

"Eddie? What are you doing here so early my dear?" Mrs Dunne's sweet voice asks, she was quiet, probably because she was the only one awake in the house.

"I— I came to give this to Y/N." He extends the paper to her, confused, the older girl takes the object.

"Do you want to come in?" She asks, opening the door for him.

"No no, thank you." He seemed nervous, afraid that you would show up at any moment. "I really just came to leave this"

The madness was crazy the morning you were going to leave, you waited in secret for Eddie, a hope that he would appear was growing in you even though you wanted to kill it. Everyone else had made a point of saying goodbye, even Warren had stopped by to leave you some chocolate for the flight, but nothing from your boyfriend.

That's what you were, right? After all, there was no ending, not formally in so many words... Anxiety made you fear that when he left that had been your final point.

You open your arms to hug your considerate mother, Mrs. Dunne had been very present to you since she came into your life and saying goodbye was harder than you thought.

"I'll miss you so much." Her choked voice says, and you hold her closer.

"Oh honey, I'll miss you too." She answers, still holding you. "Anytime you need us, you just have to call. You have a family here."

At this point you were already in tears, and you let the hug go to wipe them away.

"Look." She starts to say, opening her bag to hand you something. "Eddie asked me to give you this."

Your eyes widen, you take the letter in your hands and leave for your new life.

…

You open the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed and return the letter to the place it always rests still not being able to open it, a sigh leaves you as you relive the night you had just had. Now that you were in the same city everything was more vivid, it was like living your teenage years again and it was frustrating. Of course you missed your friends and your brothers, but feeling Eddie's look at the back of your head was a huge distraction that kept increasing many questions in the same.

Eddie let the air out of his lungs as his body collapsed onto the bed he had fought for hours with Warren for, He lights a cigarette while staring at the ceiling and gradually sees the smoke draw your face, He hated how all the feelings he had put so much effort into hiding returned like the tide flooding over him, it was frustrating how you could make his heart race in a way no drug could ever manege to.

He knew that maybe all he had to do was just get over it, and that's all he was trying to do since you left Pittsburgh and him. Eddie was never the kind to get attached to relationships easily, he was used to having one night stands or just casual dating, so when his heart was captured by your gaze and the funny feeling of falling in love... He didn't know what to do.

The cigarette had come to an end and sleep had not even threatened to arrive, Roundtree sits on the bed regretting it before even finishing what he planned to do. He might not have talked to you during the party, but he was a good listener, something he didn't know if it was a blessing or curse until then.

He puts his leather jacket over the blouse he had worn to the party he attended hours ago, also grabbing some cigarettes before going down the stairs of the new house towards the keys to Rojas' van. He considers going to the drummer's room to tell him that he had borrowed the vehicle, but settles for writing a note in letters large enough for him to notice while he looks for it.

He let in his breath once again, shaking his head as he starts the van and heads towards what haunts his mind.

...

The three rings on the door make you lazily get out of bed, your arms go to the blouse thrown on the table before answering.

"Eddie?" You say between shock and yawn, your hands fix your hair automatically.

He avoids your gaze, looking directly at the ground as if he is very anxious. You wait for an answer, but nothing comes out of his mouth, you take a step forward taking his hand and leading him inside.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, after you both sit at the table in your living room.

"I don't know." He lets it out, wondering if he should actually do what he had planned. "I wanted to talk to you about everything."

"In the middle of the night?" You let out a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"I couldn't sleep, sorry I woke you up." He looked embarrassed, but it was as if being there was more comfortable than anything he had been doing before knocking on the door.

"We can talk, no problem.”

"With us moving here I imagine we'll see each other more often than we have over the years." He looks you in the eyes, the red of the cigarette in them. "And I don't want there to be a fight between us, I don't want there to be things that aren't clear."

You let the air out, trying to look as if you were mature for this situation. "What do you mean by that?"

"Even with our history, is everything ok between us?" He wanted to tell you that the answer was no, that he hadn't forgotten you, but it stayed in his throat just like the growing knot.

"For me yes, but for you I'm not sure." You are honest, letting the frustration go with your words. "You were the one who ignored me the whole party, I felt seventeen again."

"You don't need to be sarcastic." He says rolling his eyes.

"Since when do you call the truth sarcasm?" He arches his eyebrows at your response, you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. "What I meant is that I'm over it, I just don't know if you are."

"You know what..." He gets up, adjusting his jacket on himself. "I think we've cleared that up, let's just be polite to each other and that's it. I see you around."

"You're kidding right?" A mocking laugh is let out by you, disbelief shines through. "Is that what you consider resolution?”

"I'll see you around." He says, you get ready to close the door. "Let's just keep things between us, like before."

Your eyes roll back and you slam the door shut, anger and confusion rising in your chest. How can he just show up in the middle of the night to turn your life around like that? You only feel the tears when they fall on your arm, was it frustration? You preferred to believe so, but seeing him treat you with so much indifference was painful.

Still angry, you go to the nightstands and open the drawer to take the letter in hand. Your vision blurred with emotions growing, you tear it apart and as soon as the first cut is made the rest are just a trigger for the pieces on the floor. You cry, regretting it and at the same time wanting to disappear... It hadn't even been twenty four hours since he had returned to your life and everything was chaos.

You collect the pieces and place them inside the box you found, trying your best not to glue the pieces together to read something that could be your answer.

...

You had done a good job of trying to forget about Eddie Roundtree, you had gone out with a few people and avoided running into him as much as possible when you met the band. But that became impossible when his brother went to rehab and his niece was born.

You moved into their house to help with the baby, Camila had never been so vulnerable and you couldn't feel more angry at Billy than in those first few months. Of course, you knew he wasn't one hundred percent to blame, addiction wasn't easy and it made you very sad to know he was like this.

Your move wasn't complete, you slept there some nights and other nights you went back to your house or studio to create some pieces of clothing. It was hard to face Eddie every day, but you two made a point of avoiding each other as much as possible.

It was hard to remember why you didn't like Eddie much when he was being so kind every day by your side, you start to remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. He was kind, funny, he helped everyone, but he was still the one that left you. And that was certainly the impasse for you to sympathize with him once again.

Night fell on the horizon as you leaned over the counter, a cigarette between your lips as you thought about everything at the same time.

"I see you still like the sunset, sunshine." The nickname makes your spine shiver, you don't turn around, you just let him get closer to you. "It always reminds me of you."

The chill comes to your belly, you turn away in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

He rolls his eyes, “Trying to get along with you, is it that hard?"

You let out a sigh, avoiding his eyes. "You want us to be friends?"

"What's the harm on that?" he asks, resting himself.

You shrug, trying your best not to ask every single question that haunted you over the years.

"You made yourself pretty clear that day in my place." That's all you say.

"Why are you acting like I'm a bad guy?" He's confused, upset in his eyes.

"You can't just keep doing this to me, appearing in my life and just leaving me!" You let out your frustrations, he looks at you without understanding. His gaze fixed on your eyes was overwhelming.

"What do you mean?" His voice was trembling, he took a deep breath. "Look, I know I acted childish that night, I shouldn't have just popped at your place and said those things. But I mean what I'm doing right now, I made one mistake... You're really going to blame me for the rest of my life?"

"One mistake?" You tried your best to hold back your urge to cry. "Look Eddie, it's been a long time. I understand if you forgot everything we've been through, I don't want to..."

"You're acting like I didn't care for you. Like I don't care." His voice was calm, it left you disconcerted.

"How can you say that you care for me if you haven't even reached for me all these years?" You turn to face the sky, trying to keep calm.

"I was respecting you!" He avoided coming closer, even though he wanted to take your hand in his. "I told you that! I—...

He stops when he sees your confused eyes, concern takes over his.

"You didn't read the letter, did you?"

You swallow hard, he waits for your answer but you open your mouth and close it without saying anything.

"Did you receive it?" He asks, you nod your head. "I don't understand..."

"I never read it." You confess, looking at your feet.

"Why?" He felt exposed, hurt.

You don't answer, he seems devastated.

"Fuck." He says passing his hands through his hair. "I can't believe this."

He left, leaving you alone with the sunset.

You made a point of coming home that day, there was no way you wouldn't go back to read that letter, your heart was aching with all the emotions that came up this afternoon. You were overwhelmed and feeling guilty, but at the same time confused... You needed answers.

When you managed to put the pieces together it was difficult to tell what was there, but your body softened and your heart tightened. There was your answer.

...

Daisy Jones was responsible for the band's growth after Billy's relapse, 'Honeycomb' was a masterpiece and the whole world knew it when those chords sounded on the radio. You were happy and proud for all of them, it was great to see them all achieving a dream that you followed from the beginning.

You were really excited to go on tour with them, You had already made many different pieces and I'm really looking forward to seeing them using what you created for them from the beginning. Today was the day of the first show, if you weren't even going to be on stage, you were nervous, you couldn't imagine how they were.

You couldn't contain the tears of emotion when you saw them there, the fans screaming excitedly and a long-time dream coming true, it was an amazing feeling and you were so happy to be part of this somehow.

It wasn't easy to deal with the information about the last situation you had with Eddie, of course, Billy had returned and you had spent less time together but that whole scene never left your mind. You tried to expel the flashes as much as possible while pretending to listen to what Camila was saying.

"Swetie, are you paying attention to me?" She says between a laugh, the music from the celebration party made it hard to hear her.

"Aham." You lie, watching Eddie talk to Warren and another girl you didn't know a few steps away. Camila follows your gaze, and turns with an arched eyebrow.

"What's going on?" She asks, her voice softly.

"I feel like I'll never be able to leave what we had behind me." You felt the words leave your mouth with honesty for the first time in a while.

"Have you told him that?" She asks, looking between you and him.

"I'm pretty sure he hates me, so..." You let out a breath, trying to hold back your tears.

"Eddie could never hate you Y/N."

"How can you be so sure?" You take a sip of your beer, avoiding looking at the distant group.

"Oh honey, if you only knew how many times he told me how he felt... How many songs I heard—

"Songs?" You cut her off, holding her arm. "He wrote songs about me?"

"Many." She responds, stroking his hand with a motherly affection. "You should talk to him."

You gather all your strength to follow her advice, and little by little you get closer to them. Warren is the first to notice you, waving in a comical way for you to come closer, Eddie avoids your eyes, the girl greets you with a small smile.

"Hey guys, the show was amazing." They smile at your congratulations. "I'm really proud of you guys."

"Thank you sunshine." Eddie says, almost regretting using the nickname. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." You say under your breath. "Look, can we talk alone for a second?"

"Sure." He turns to Rojas and the curly-haired woman. "I'll be right back."

Automatically you take his hand and guide him to a more private place, it's a few seconds of silence before you know how to start. He doesn't rush you, he just waits for you to feel good to begin with what you had planned.

"I read your letter." That's all you can say, he swallows hard. "I'm sorry it took me so long..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore." He tries to say, but you cut him off.

"It does! It matters and you know it." Tears manage to fill your eyes. "We matter for each other, you matter to me... And I don't know about you, and I know it's probably too late but I can't forget you."

He takes a step closer to you, never taking his eyes off of you. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I love you." A choked laugh comes out of you, it was impossible to contain it all longer.

"Fuck." He holds your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together. "Please, don't mess with me." He jokes.

"I'm done building this wall between us." Her voice was honest, her eyes never stopped staring into his. "I just want to be with you."

He kisses you, a kiss you've missed for years, a connection of souls, an inexplicable feeling. His hands cupped your cheeks and caressed your skin, you pulled him close to feel him after so long. He would always be your point of comfort.

"I love you too." He whispers against your lips, your eyes closed. "I love you so fucking much."

"I know it took a while but I kind of want to stay with you." You joke, he lets out a laugh.

"We can tell our children that we've been dating all this time, they don't need to know about this hiatus" He says while caressing your hair.

"Children?" Rojas' voice made you jump in fright. "Damn, you guys are emotional, huh?"

...

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[ky-yk]

tears of the kingdom (ayj x f!reader)

genre: fluff || word count: 1.7k

author's note: two works in a day, who is she?? anyways my kitsch obsession gave birth to my jock yujin fixation and then this came about so i hope y'all enjoy mwamwa

"zelda...zelda...where is it?"

maybe there was a god up there because the sequel to one of your favorite games of all time, the legend of zelda: tears of the kingdom, happened to come out on the last day of your final exams of the year. you'd been skipping lunch since the game was announced so that you could pick up a copy for yourself on release day. and now here you were, scanning the wall of small titles against bright red spines looking for your well-deserved reward.

mumbling to yourself, your eyes repeatedly raked over the switch covers while debating with yourself whether you should cut your losses and just ask the lone worker by the counter. which you'd rather die than do -- the only person you'd want to be talking to is princess zelda, thank you very much.

a certain someone didn't get the memo, apparently.

"um, hey," you heard from beside you. everyone and their mother could recognize that voice anywhere.

"you're y/n, right? i'm yujin, we go to school together."

of course i know who you are, ahn yujin. resident quarterback, heartthrob, and obnoxious little sh--"oh yeah, that's me," you ended up saying.

don't get it twisted: you definitely saw the appeal if she just wasn't so. damn. loud. your morning would be perfect: birds chirping, wind blowing, and food digesting until you'd hear yujin and her cronies pass the halls making way too much noise for 6:30 in the morning.

"oh thank god, someone who can help me," she sighed in relief. your curiosity was piqued: why was yujin in a video game store at 9pm on a friday night when jang wonyoung was throwing a huge rager on the other side of town (whether or not you were invited is unimportant).

"you do know there's someone who gets paid to do that right over there, right?" you remarked with a raise of your eyebrow.

"i mean, i guess you're right, but i could say the same for you."

how long had she been standing there then?! and how did she notice that...

"touche."

she beamed, showing off her charming eye smile. "well, can you help me?"

"with...?" you asked apprehensively. if there was anything you were known for, it was for reading into things way too much. your friends would go to you last for anything because of how much time you spent directing every little happening. what if i'm being punk'd and the whole football team is outside ready to burst through with their cameras and--

"um, my friend sakura's birthday is coming up and i wanted to get her this game," she pulled up google and then showed you her phone. "you know it?"

lo and behold, there was the cover art for the very game you were looking for.

"oh yeah, i know it. i've been looking for it here too, actually, but it doesn't look like there's any on the shelves."

"huh," she remarked with a pout. cute--wait, what?

"i mean, we could try asking the guy over there? you know, the one who gets paid to look for it?" i asked, looking over to the tall and lanky boy who sat behind the counter who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

she chuckled. "well, i guess you're right."

on the short trip across the store, your mind would not. shut. up.

wait, she knows kkura-unnie? but her and kkura-unnie could not be farther from each other on the high school food chain. then again, anything is possible: this is a world where ahn yujin could act all shy and quiet, notice me talking to myself, and look like a puppy dressed in her varsity hoodie and cyclers instead of partying it up with the rest of the school.

"excuse me, do you have this game in stock?" she asked the boy -- whose name tag read 'felix' -- expectantly.

"hm, we've only got one copy left though," felix replied after checking the stack of switch games under the counter and placing the lone copy on it.

you and yujin looked at each other, eyes wide, and going through your own dilemmas.

"oh, really...?" you asked.

"yeah, a bunch of people came to pick up some copies throughout the day."

"hm, alright. well, she'll take it," yujin said.

felix hummed in acknowledgement and scanned the game while you looked over at the girl in disbelief.

"but..."

"kkura-unnie's birthday isn't until sunday; i've got time. come on, felix is waiting for your payment."

you didn't even register him telling you the price because you were just staring at this girl. what in the...

"oh, i'm sorry. here you are," you said as you took out your weeks worth of allowance. yujin noticed your face scrunch up as you passed over $70 in cash to felix and couldn't suppress her little chuckle.

you both made your way out of the store with yujin holding the door open for you and the rest of the store to be met with a gust of cold, refreshing night air.

"are you sure you don't want this game? it might be hard to find tomorrow -- i mean, you saw how this was the last copy they had in stock..." you turned your body to face her, arms flailing about as you spoke. all you were met with was an easy smile from the star quarterback.

"don't sweat it, y/n. i saw that you really wanted it and besides, my presence is enough of a gift for kkura-unnie, don't you think? she'll understand," she replied cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"anyways, i'll get going, bye yujin!"

"wait! do you need a ride home? it's pretty late, don't you think?"

"don't sweat it, yujinnie," you turned her words around on her. "my house isn't much farther from here."

"don't you live nearby wonyoungie?"

"yes...? how'd you know that?"

"i've been known to be observant," she replied nonchalantly.

"is that just code for 'stalker' or..."

"yah!" exasperated at the accusation, she hit your shoulder.

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding, god did you have to hit me?!"

her eyes went wide in worry. " i am so s--"

"stalker, violent, man, wait until the school hears the truth about their resident heartthrob," you joked, trying to ease her worries, which seems to have worked when you saw her shoulders relax and her trademark smile take over her features.

"anyways, let me give you a ride home. i was going to go over to wonyoung's anyways," she said.

"if you insist," you replied.

quietly, you both made your way over to her car. she opened the door for you before making her way over to the driver's side, the action making you raise your eyebrows before getting inside. she turned on the ignition and reminded you to put your seatbelt on.

"i'm not an idiot," you rolled your eyes.

"better safe than sorry, y/n. i wouldn't want your blood on my hands."

your eyes might as well have been seeing the back of your skull with how much you'd been rolling your eyes at the girl. when she heard the buckle click, she started making her way out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

around strangers, you were usually reserved. you pretty much just flew around the school like a ghost, doing your own things with no one minding you. it took a while for you to get talkative.

it took one night for ahn yujin. what can you say, the girl was interesting.

"i'm curious, how do you know kkura-unnie?"

"oh, we go to the same dance class every weekend."

she dances?! "you dance?!"

"is that so surprising?" she spared you a glance before focusing back on the road. she's got precious cargo after a--what?

"kinda, yeah. i'm learning a lot about you, ahn yujin."

"only good things, i'm hoping."

"very good things, yujinnie."

after talking about anything and everything, you realized she'd already pulled up to the front of your house.

"well, here you are."

"oh. alright," you replied, the disappointment evident in your tone. you were about to open the door when yujin spoke up.

"hey, i don't know about you, but i had a lot of fun, y/n. if you're down, do you wanna hang out again...?" she looked over at you like she was preparing for the worst.

all you gave her was a small smile. "i'd love to, yujinnie."

her entire face brightened up and then she grabbed a marker from her glove compartment. you just stared at her as she grabbed your hand and wrote her phone number down, your face heating up slowly but surely.

"text me, okay?"

"alright, yujinnie. go enjoy your party!" you said as you walked out and closed the door.

"and go enjoy your game, y/n. good night!" she called out and waited for you to go inside your house before driving off.

6 months later...

your morning could not have gotten any worse. you slept in, skipped breakfast, and it was raining like hell. the rowdy quarterbacks were basically drowned out by the storm.

which explains why you didn't notice her until you felt a heavy yet comforting jacket resting on your shoulders, followed by slender arms wrapping around your shoulders. you looked up and saw ahn yujin: star quarterback, quiet lover, and your heartthrob.

"hey," she looked down at you with an easy smile. you smiled back, although it looked a lot more like a grimace as your lips formed a thin line and your cheeks puffed up.

"i saw your messages. i brought you a croissant," she said while placing the paper bag on your desk.

"thank you, yujinnie," you said while wrapping your arms around her waist and tightening your hold on the girl. past y/n would be screaming, crying, throwing up at this, you thought to yourself. she hummed before leaving a soft kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'll go ahead, but i hope your morning gets better, love. are we still on for later?" she asked expectantly. you chuckled. "of course we are, yujinnie. go now!" you said as you playfully shoved her away. she ran off, but not without sparing you one last glance: the same one that got you hooked all those months ago.

"eh?! you're dating yujin-ah?!" you heard from beside you. your eyes went wide as sakura's unmistakeable voice finally settled in.

this'll be a long morning...

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The Basketball Coach Part 2 – Steve Harrington

Part 1

Steve's POV

It's been about a month since Y/N and I found out the truth. When Y/N told me that I was Johnny's father, I had a lot of things I needed to figure out. I instantly knew that I wanted to be a part of his life; of both of their lives. The things I had to figure out was how I would support the two of them on my small salary.

After finding out I was a father, I went back to work for my dad. It sucked but it was worth it if it meant I could spoil the woman I loved and take care of my son. Every decision I've made has been to benefit my son and Y/N. All I think about is what I can do to make their lives better.

Tonight, Johnny was at his friend's house while Y/N and I were having a date night. We got back to her house after dinner and started watching a movie. I looked down to see Y/N watching the movie as she played with my hands. My arms were wrapped around her and she was leaning back against my chest.

"The school is having a clothing drive Saturday morning," I started. "I had to sign up, but I figured it would be fun if you and Johnny came with me. We could get lunch after."

I smirked when Y/N quickly moved so she was straddling my hips.

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," she smiled. I gently put my hand on the back of her neck and brought her lips to mine. She let out a soft moan as our lips started moving in sync. We were just about to get into it when the front door opened. I held back a laugh as she quickly got off my lap.

"Johnny?" She called out as she fixed her shirt. "Is that you?"

"Yep!" Johnny said from the other room. When he walked in and saw his mom and me on the couch, he smirked.

"What's up, sweetie?" Y/N asked as she stayed on the couch but turned so she was looking at him. "I thought you and some of the boys were hanging out at Tyler's house tonight."

"We are," he said, sending me one last look before turning back to his mom. "That's why I'm here. The guys wanted to stay late playing that new game. Tyler's mom suggested we sleep over so we didn't have to drive home at 3 in the morning. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Y/N smiled. "But make sure you're back here tomorrow morning. All three of us are helping with the high school clothing drive."

"What time do you want me home?" He asked.

I smiled when Y/N looked at me. "The clothing drive starts at 10. If we want to help set up we should be there around 9."

"Okay," he said simply. "I'll make sure I'm home before 8:30."

"Thanks, baby," Y/N gushed. "Have fun with the boys."

"Will do." Johnny walked over and kissed his mom's forehead. He sent me a look before saying, "You two have fun with your sleepover."

Before either one of us could respond, Johnny ran upstairs. Y/N turned to me with bright red cheeks.

"I think it's safe to say that our son is okay with us being together," I chuckled. It was hard to ignore the feeling I had when I said our son.

"I would say so too," Y/N smiled. She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I deepened the kiss by grabbing her face. We didn't think about how long we'd been making out until we heard Johnny running back downstairs.

"Have fun!" Y/N called out.

"You two!" Johnny teased. "Be careful."

Y/N sighed as the door shut behind him. I grabbed her chin and gently made her look at me.

"It's okay," I whispered. "I know it's a little weird, but he's okay with this."

"I think it helps that you're his father," she whispered. "Not sure if he'd be this okay with me having a sleepover of my own if it was some random guy I'd been dating, but. . ."

"We're a family," I shrugged. "It's a big adjustment for all of us."

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Reader's POV

As Johnny and I drove to the school to meet Steve, my mind went back to the conversation Steve and I had last night. I couldn't help it. I needed to hear it from him.

"Are you sure you're okay with Steve and me?"

"Mom," he sighed. "We've talked about this. A lot. I liked Coach Harrington before I found out he was my dad. Plus, I'd have to be a complete idiot not to see how happy he makes you."

"It's not weird for you?" I asked.

"Of course, it is," Johnny shrugged. "It's a little adjustment but I like having him around, Mom. I'm not just saying that. When he's around, it feels like we're. . . It feels like we're a family."

"I know how long you've wanted that," I whispered, my voice breaking. Johnny let out a small chuckle as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I promise, Mom," he whispered. "I don't have an issue with him being around a lot. I want my dad in our life."

We pulled into the school parking lot and my eyes instantly landed on Steve. As I parked, Steve jogged over to my side. He opened the door and helped me out. He gently kissed my lips but froze when he pulled away and saw the look on my face.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking over my shoulder at Johnny.

"She asked me for the millionth time if I was okay with my mother dating my father," Johnny sighed.

"Hey," Steve warned in his teasing voice. "Don't sass your mother, young man."

"Sorry, Dad," Johnny chuckled as he jogged over to a group of his friends. Steve grabbed me and pulled me into his chest.

"I love when he calls you that," I whispered.

"Me too," he whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. I broke the kiss with a teasing push. I laughed at his pout.

"Put that pouty face away," I giggled. "We've got canned goods to sort, donated clothes to fold, and toys to organize."

A few hours later, I was writing up tax receipts for people who donated when someone grabbed my waist. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve smirking at me.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Come with me."

He took the clipboard out of my hand and placed it on the table. He then took my hand and led me out of the gym.

"Where are we going?" I giggled as Steve led me down the hallway.

He stopped in front of a science lab and sent me a wink before pulling me into the empty classroom. The minute the door was closed, he pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

I giggled against his lips as he picked me up and gently placed me on the edge of one of the tables, standing between my legs. We broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together.

"You think Johnny's okay out there?" I asked.

"He's fine," Steve chuckled as he leaned back and gently grabbed my chin. "He and some of the other boys on the team are helping put food baskets together."

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, smiling at me.

"I don't think I've ever been this happy," he said, his voice dropping.

"Me either," I smiled. "I mean, Johnny makes me incredibly happy but it's nice not having to do it alone."

"You don't have to do it alone anymore," he chuckled. "You and Johnny never have to be alone again."

I ignored the tears in my eyes as he pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small moan as our lips started moving in sync. Things started slow but slowly picked up. Before we could get too carried away, I broke the kiss.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"There's actually something I wanted to talk to you about," I started off shaky.

"Oh?" Steve asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my cheek. "What is it, baby?"

"I've been thinking. . . What if you moved in with Johnny and me? Now, I know there are a lot of logistics we need to figure out and everything but. . ."

Steve cut me off by grabbing my face with both hands and kissing me. I reached up and grabbed his wrists but didn't pull his hands away as I kissed him back. He broke the kiss with a small moan.

"I would love to move in with you and our son," he whispered, his face inches from mine. "It would make us feel even more like a family."

Steve's POV

As Y/N helped some of the other team moms organize the clothes by size, I looked for Johnny. If I was going to go through with my plan, I needed his help.

"Hey, Johnny," I said when I found him playing with some of the toy donations.

"Hey, Dad." I ignored the feeling in my stomach when he called me that. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you about something." I couldn't help but look over my shoulder at Y/N.

"Please tell me you're finally going to ask Mom to marry you."

"Wait, what?" I stuttered. "You really. . . You want. . ."

"Yes," Johnny laughed. "Hurry up and marry Mom. I love you guys but I'm kinda tired of Mom worrying about me and your relationship. You make Mom happy. That's all that matters to me. Plus, you're my dad. We should be a family. Officially."

I was at a loss for words. If I'm being honest, I was worried when Y/N told Johnny the truth. I was worried that he would hate that I was dating his mom or that I was his biological father. But ever since the beginning, he's been supportive.

"Want to help me with it?"

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"She's coming!" Johnny yelled as he ran into the family room. I moved in with them three weeks ago and Johnny and I have been planning this since then.

"I'll go to Drake's house so you guys can celebrate. I'll come home tomorrow and we can have a family celebration."

"Thanks, bud," I chuckled.

Johnny ran over and wrapped his arms around me. "I love you, Dad," he whispered.

"I love you, too."

I let out a shaky breath as Johnny ran out the kitchen door.

"Hello?" I heard Y/N call from the front hallway. "Is anyone home?"

"I am," I called back. "I'm in the family room."

"Where is everyone?" She giggled as her voice got closer. "For a second I thought I saw Johnny hoping the side fence. I was starting to worry that. . ."

Y/N cut herself off when she walked into the family room and saw me standing in the middle of the room. She looked around at the photos of us and the candles spread out around the room.

"What is going on?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I think it's time we officially become a family," I started my speech. I walked over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the middle of the room. "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you since that night all those years ago when we got drunk and hooked up. I had no idea who you were, but I constantly thought about that amazing girl. Every day we've been together has been extremely wonderful. Before we reconnected, I felt like I had a giant hole in my life. But now? I have a woman I am madly in love with and a son. There is only one thing that could make my life better."

I grabbed the black velvet box out of my pocket and knelt down on one knee. I smiled when she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.

"The only thing I'm missing is having my family be official. I need for my son to have both parents. I need the woman I love to officially be mine and marry me," I continued. "I love you so much, Y/N. I promise to do everything I can to take care of you and our son. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Y/N said between tears. I slipped the ring on her finger and stood up. I laughed as she threw her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine.

"I love you, baby," Y/N whispered as she broke the kiss.

"I love you," I chuckled. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Me too," Y/N said, her face turning pink. "But, baby, I have a small question."

"What is it, darling?"

"Where's Johnny?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "He's hanging with Drake tonight," I explained. "He wanted to make sure we had privacy to celebrate."

"That was sweet of him."

I leaned down and kissed her. Our kiss got heated as we fell back onto the couch. I hovered over her and heard her giggle as we didn't bother stopping from getting into the kiss.

"Steve," she gasped, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, baby?"

"Let's go celebrate upstairs."

#steve x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington family #joe keery #joe keery imagines

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Five-and-a-Half

Based on the Phic Phight prompt: Danny gets de-aged and Sam and Tucker have to take care of him til he's back to normal without anyone noticing. (from @yellow-rhymes-with-dna)

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[Warnings for mentions of past trauma]

Tucker had gotten used to a lot of strange things over the years, especially with a best friend like Danny. Giant robots controlled by a technologically controlled ghost he could deal with. A blob ghost hunter in a heavily armed mech suit was a piece of cake. An evil ghost king sucking their town into another dimension was more than Tucker alone could take care of, but he could at least keep his cool. Sam Manson showing up at their apartment with a five-year-old Danny was a bit much, even for him.

"Sam, I love you, but what the hell?"

"For the record, this was not my fault," Sam said immediately. "Danny was the one who pissed off Clockwork and got himself kidified. I told him to shut up twice, and we've both told him that the clock tower is not the place to hide from his royal duties."

"Who's this, Miss Sam?" Danny asked, looking up at the goth girl with wide, curious blue eyes. He was so small now that he had to reach his arm almost above his head in order to hold her hand.

"God, your cute," Sam said through gritted teeth, then sighed. "This is Tucker. You remember him, don't you?"

"Tucker?" Danny looked back at his oldest friend, shock written all over his baby-face. The two of them had met in preschool when they were three, and had been together ever since, first as best friends, and now in their little triad with Sam, So even de-aged as he was, Danny should know Tucker. "No way! He's way too big to be Tucker! He's old!" 

"I'm not old! I'm only eighteen!"

"That's so old!"

"How come he calls you 'Miss Sam', all polite like, and he calls me old?" Tucker demanded with a pout. 

"Can you let us in already?" Sam said, rolling her eyes at the question as she pushed past Tucker into the apartment the three of them got together when they started at the local community college. Sam and Danny had both desperately wanted to move out of their parents' houses, and Tucker wasn't about to be left out.

Danny had been so understanding and kind, insisting that they not hold themselves back just because he had to stay near the portal after high school. Of course, Sam and Tucker had completely ignored him and applied to Amity Park community anyway, even though either of them could've gone to a much better college.

"I take it he doesn't have his memories?" Tucker asked, closing the door behind them and going to sit on the couch.

"Nope," Sam confirmed. "He doesn't have his powers either. His body and mind have been completely reverted to his five-year-old self."

"I'm five-and-a-half!" Danny piped up.

"Right," Sam obliged, "his five-and-a-half-year-old self. I figure we'll wait for Clockwork to cool off, finish whatever work Danny interrupted, and then bring him a gift basket of time-pieces or something to butter him up and ask him to put Danny back to normal."

"I'm normal!" little Danny insisted. "I'm totally normal! My sister says so!"

"Of course you are Danny," Tucker agreed. "She didn't mean it like that."

"Until then, we have to make sure nobody sees him like this," Sam continued, "which means we have to keep him here and watch over him, at least for a few hours."

"Do you have any crayons?" Danny asked. "I wanna draw."

"Uh... I think Sam has some markers she might let you use if you ask really nicely," Tucker said, and Sam immediately gave him that look she gave him when she wanted to punch him but wouldn't because she loved him even if he was an idiot.

"Miss Sam, can I pretty please use your markers to draw?" Danny asked, very sweetly, batting his eyelashes the way Jazz used to to get whatever she wanted from grown ups when she was a kid. Sam clenched her fists and her jaw, but, much to Tucker's amusement, she seemed incapable of saying no.

"How did you live like this?" she shouted. Her combat boots pounded on the floor as she trudged to the studio/lab they'd converted the spare bedroom into. "Thank the Ancients I didn't meet him until we were in middle school. He's too damn cute—it's unbearable!"

"Is Miss Sam always such a pushover?" Danny whispered to Tucker.

"Believe it or not, she's usually pretty strict and bossy," Tucker whispered back. "She's just soft on little kids."

"Oh." Danny looked up at him, blue eyes strangely piercing, as if looking right through him.

It was strange. These days, Danny had gotten very good at masking his expressions to hide how he was really fearing. It was a skill he'd learned to hide his fear, to reassure civilians, and to show his enemies he wasn't intimidated, no matter the danger. But over time, that mask had edged into his personal life too. Danny put on a brave face, a reassuring smile, a too-wide grin, but his partners could never be certain what he was truly feeling. It sent a pang through Tucker's heart to see Danny's feelings so openly in his expression.

"Are you really Tucker?" the kid asked. "My best friend Tucker?"

"Yeah," Tucker confirmed. "Actually, I'm your boyfriend Tucker, and Sam's your girlfriend. A few hours ago, you were the same age as us, and then you got turned into a little kid."

"So I get a girlfriend and a boyfriend when I grow up?" Danny asked excitedly. "That's so cool! I must be pretty awesome to get both of them!"

"Tucker!" Sam chided as she came back into the room with her box of expensive, artsy markers. "Don't tell him that!"

"Why not?" Tucker asked. "What's it gonna hurt? It's not like this is his past self, it's his age regressed present self. I'm not changing the past, and if we lie, he'll be upset at us when he turns back." Sam's lips pressed together in a thin line as she considered his argument.

"Fine, I guess it won't do any harm," she relented after a moment. She put a stack of papers on the coffee table, but before she put down the markers she knelt down to look Danny sternly in the eyes. "Now Danny, these are very expensive, and very special markers, and they were a gift from my grandmother. You have to be careful with them and use them gently so you don't mess up the tips because if you do, I'll be sad. Do you understand?"

Danny nodded, brows set in determination. "I got it, Miss Sam! I'll be very careful with your special markers so I don't make you sad, I promise!"

Tucker could almost see Sam biting her tongue to stop from cooing as she put the box of markers on the coffee table and opened it up. She plopped down in front of the couch while Danny knelt next to the coffee table and uncapped a blue marker. "He's... such an earnest kid," she muttered as she leaned into Tucker's side. "It's different."

"Yeah," Tucker agreed softly. "He used to wear his heart on his sleeve. I never thought about it much, but it sucks that he can't really do that anymore."

"We've been by his side for so long, sometimes I forget how much more he's been through than we have." Her brows pulled together in a frown. "Why does he always go where we can't follow?"

For a long moment, Tucker didn't respond. He felt the same way she did. As much as they'd all gone through together, as much as they tried to stay by Danny's side, there always came a point where Danny had to forge ahead without them. "Because somebody has to."

Sam sighed and slipped a little further into Tucker's body, letting him wrap an arm around her. She was undoubtedly thinking of something melancholy that she'd eventually share at a goth poetry slam, but didn't want to talk about with him. Aside from physical reassurance, there wasn't much he could to about it, but he could do that much, and maybe offer a distraction.

"What are you drawing, Danny?" he asked the kid.

"I'm drawing a rocket ship!" Danny chirped, turning his head to grin at Tucker. Then he scrunched up his face. "You can't look yet! It's not done!"

"A rocket ship, huh?" Tucker asked. "Are you gonna draw yourself on the rocket ship?"

"Duh! I'm gonna be an astronaut!" Sam and Tucker wore the same sad smiles when he said that, both remembering the time they had to console him in the aftermath of his first physical exam after the portal accident. He'd discovered that because of his altered physiology, he would never be accepted into any space program, and he'd been utterly distraught. Now he was studying engineering, because he said if he couldn't go to space, at least something he'd built could.

"Can me and Sam be on the space ship with you?" Tucker asked.

"Sure!" Danny agreed cheerfully, his expression back to that beaming smile. "You guys can come with me!"

Tucker's heart ached. How many times had they heard Danny say, "You guys can't come with me. It's too dangerous for you." A dozen times? A hundred? Easily too many to bear, but they bore it anyway.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked. "Is the rocket going to the moon?"

"Nuh-uh," Danny shook his head. "We're going to 51 Pegasi b! They just discovered it a little while ago and it was super exciting! I read in my mom's science magazine that the guys who discovered it got nominated for a Nobel Prize because it's the first planet anyone's found orbiting a star like our sun! Its orbit is just four days long, and they think it might be the core of a decomposed star!"

"That's so interesting, Danny, tell me more," Sam encouraged, and Danny gasped in excitement at the invitation. He hunched over his drawing as he continued enthusiastically babbling about the planet his imaginary rocket was going to. Sam lifted her head to ask quietly in Tucker's ear, "Did he do this a lot as a kid?"

"Yeah," Tucker confirmed. "It's kinda why we got along so well. He would talk a lot about space, and I would talk a lot about computers, and we would go back and forth like it was a conversation, except we were just taking turns talking about completely different topics. Children of STEM parents with highly specific interests gotta stick together, y'know." 

After a while, Danny interrupted his rant about space to show them that he'd finished his drawing. Despite being drawn by the unsteady hands of a five-year-old, they could tell clearly enough what it was. The rocket was gray, and each one of their faces smiled out from one of the three round windows.

"Look, that's me at the front because I'm the one flying the rocket, and Tucker in the middle, and Miss Sam in the back!" he said.

"Wow, Danny, that looks great!" Sam complimented.

"Yeah, I think this one goes up on the fridge," Tucker suggested, eyeing Sam with a devious look. "What do you think, Sam?" She looked back at him with a matching expression.

"Oh definitely," she agreed. Danny was going to be so embarrassed when he was back to normal, and the two of them could practically see their boyfriend's tomato-red face already. Danny grinned and let Sam take the picture from him to stick up on their fridge with one of the little ghost-shaped magnets Sam had bought for them. "Since we're in the kitchen, are you hungry, Danny?"

"I'm hungry!" Tucker said.

"How about some sandwiches," Sam suggested. "What kind do you want, Danny?" She already knew Tucker's favorite sandwich, Turkey, roast beef, and Swiss on rye bread. Since they'd all started dating, she'd even coaxed him into liking some vegetables, though she'd given up on convincing him or Danny to go vegan like her. Her own preferred sandwich was all vegetables, of course. Tucker liked to call it a salad on toast.

"Peanut butter and blackberry jam please!" he asked.

It was kind of funny. The Danny they now knew was so different from the five-year-old awkwardly climbing up onto one of the kitchen stools, but despite all that he'd been through and all that he'd changed, he still liked space and blackberry jam.

"Do you want the crusts cut off?"

"Yes, please!" 

Tucker handed her three plates and cleared his half-finished homework off the kitchen island for them to eat at. He'd been working on it when Sam knocked—she'd forgotten her key and Danny couldn't phase them through the door—and then the situation with Danny had distracted him from going back to it. It was just calculus; he'd finish it later.

Sitting around the island, eating sandwiches, Danny asked them questions about his future.

"Are you guys astronauts?"

"No," Tucker said. "We're in college now. We'd have to finish to become astronauts. I'm studying computer programming."

"That makes sense." Danny nodded. "I remember you like computers and stuff. I'm studying to be an astronaut, right? What's Miss Sam studying?"

"Actually, you're studying engineering," Sam corrected, but when she saw the confusion on Danny's face she backtracked, not wanting to tell the child that he'd never achieve his dream. Once was more than enough. "But engineering is one path to becoming an astronaut." It wasn't a lie, even though she wasn't telling the whole truth. She changed the subject. "I'm studying ecology, with a minor in political science." 

"And we all go to the same school?" Danny asked.

"Yup!" Tucker said. "We go to Amity Park Community College."

"A community college?" Danny frowned. He'd heard enough about college from his parents to know that a community college was not as good as a university, even if he didn't know the difference between the two. "We couldn't get into a University? Mom and Dad went to University of Wisconsin."

"It's not that we couldn't get it," Sam assured him. "We could have gone to much more prestigious—er fancy schools, but we wanted to stay in Amity Park. We have obligations here, at least for the time being."

"What kind of obligations?"

"We hunt ghosts," Sam said, trying to make it sound exciting instead of annoying. Tucker made a cutting motion to stop her from saying it, but it was too late. Danny's expression immediately fell into disappointment and he looked moments away from crying.

"But... but I don't wanna fight ghosts," he said. "Ghosts are stupid!" Sam blinked in surprise and looked to Tucker, only then seeing in his expression that she shouldn't have said that.

"Uh..." she cringed, visibly trying to find a way out of this. She liked kids, but she had no idea how to handle a crying child. Thankfully, Tucker chose that moment to step in.

"Danny, you have to know, that even though we hunt ghosts, none of us are anything like your parents, okay?" Tucker promised, his voice very gentle and earnest, in contrast to his usual sarcasm, a tone which all three of them shared. "Sometimes it's scary, but we would never hurt the ghosts, and we would never try to experiment on them. If they cause trouble, we make them stop, and send them home, safe and sound, okay?"

Danny started to cry, and reached out for Tucker, who picked him up and held him close to his chest, rubbing soothing circles into his back. "I d-don't like ghosts! I d-don't ever w-want to see a ghost!" Danny bawled.

"It's okay, Danny, you're not gonna see any ghosts," Tucker said. "We'll keep you far away from them."

"Y-you promise?"

"I promise."

Slowly, the tears subsided. Danny had tuckered himself out from crying and drawing, and fallen asleep.

"I'm sorry, I thought he'd think it was cool," Sam whispered, so as not to wake the sleeping child in Tucker's arms. "Why'd he react like that?"

"His parents have always been overzealous about ghosts," Tucker responded. "When he was really little, his parents rants scared him a lot. They talked about finding ghosts and running tests, and experiments. Most of their science talk didn't get to him, and he even thought it was cool, but something about ghosts got under his skin, even back then, you know?"

"I wonder why?" Sam said thoughtfully.

"I dunno," Tucker said. He started to shrug, but aborted the action when Danny hummed and shifted in his sleep. "Do you think Clockwork's calmed down yet?"

"It's been two hours for us," Sam said, looking at the clock on the wall. "So probably a year-and-a-half for him? Yeah, probably. The trick is getting him through the Fenton Portal into the Realms without his parents seeing."

"Yeah, and we don't have his invisibility and intangibility to help us out like we usually do," Tucker said. "So what? False tip?"

"Already on it." Sam's phone was already in her hand and she hit the contact for Fenton Works. When she spoke into the phone it was with a low, nasally voice that sounded nothing at all like her own. "Hello, am I speaking to the Fentons, the ghost hunters? Yes, this is Audrey Goldberg, and I have a ghost problem I hoped you could help me with. It's haunting my bathroom. Twelve-nineteen Pine Road. Yes, come as quickly as possible. Thank you." She hung up. "You got Danny?"

"Yup," Tucker confirmed. "Don't forget the key to Fenton Works."

"Right." They headed downstairs and out of their apartment building, walking to Fenton Works since Sam insisted none of them needed to get a car. It wasn't far, even carrying a kid. All the ghost fighting they did had eventually whipped even Tucker into shape. When he first realized he was getting some actual muscle, Tucker had worn sleeveless shirts for weeks. Neither of his partners said anything positive about it, but he knew they secretly love his muscles.

The GAV was long gone when they got there and Fenton Works was empty, allowing them to go in without any resistance. With Danny fully human, thanks to being de-aged, they didn't even set off the ghost sensors. They headed down to the lab and borrowed the Specter Speeder to go to the clock tower.

Navigating the Ghost Zone was a tricky thing, especially since everything within it was constantly in motion, but they'd figured it out, more or less. To be perfectly honest, even they didn't know exactly how they did it, but as long as they got where they needed to go, it didn't matter.

The door to the clock tower swung open when Sam knocked on it and they climbed up to the top, where Clockwork would be.

"Clockwork, buddy, how've you been?" Sam greeted.

"Samantha, Tucker," Clockwork said blandly. "I assume you've come to ask that I revert young Daniel back to his proper age."

"Yes please," Tucker requested. "I don't know exactly what he did to piss you off, but we really can't have our boyfriend as a five-and-a-half-year-old anymore. Humans have laws about that kind of thing."

"Very well, I suppose the Infinite Realms can't have a king so young either, or so human." Clockwork waved his staff and Danny rapidly aged back to his nineteen-year-old self. Tucker's knees buckled under the sudden increase in weight and the pair of them collapsed onto the ground. Danny woke up to sore knees and Sam hunched over laughing at them.

"Thanks so much," Tucker grumbled, trying and failing to sound sincere. "Now that we've got our boyfriend back, we'll get out of your beard."

"From now on, perhaps you'll think twice before coming to bother me just because you're bored, won't you Daniel?" Clockwork asked pointedly.

Danny blushed, and put a hand over his mouth before nodding. "Yeah, yup! Lesson learned."

"You're ears are steaming," Sam teased, even as she offered a hand to help each of the boys up.

"Shut up!" Danny said as she pulled him to his feet before helping Tucker. "Bye, Clockwork. Thanks for not making me go through puberty again."

"And if you don't disturb my work, I never will," the old ghost warned.

The trio headed back down the stairs and to the Specter Speeder. "You guys are gonna take that awful drawing off the fridge, right?" Danny asked.

"Not a chance in all the Realms," Sam said.

"Yeah, no," Tucker agreed. "If you even try to get rid of it, we'll make you regret it." Danny groaned and buried his face in his hand.

"I can't believe I did all that," he mumbled. "I cried like a baby and then fell asleep."

"In fairness, you were five," Sam said.

"I was five-and-a-half!" Danny snapped, put his face in his hands again. "Why did I say that?" His partners just laughed as they climbed into the speeder and flew home.

#phic phight 2023 #phic phight #fic #things i wrote #everlasting trio #dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #de aging #dp clockwork

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Khalil X Reader

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Summary: Based on the black lightning series. In short, you and khalil are bestfriends and attend high school together. One day, Khail makes a risky decision by asking you out. (Contains kiss scenes but nothing too explicit😭)

Requested: no

Imagine type: A y/n Story, oneshot

Characters: Y/n( insert your name), Keisha, Khalil a.ka Jordan Calloway, Jennifer,

Y/n pov:

As I checked my phone, I noticed the time was 7:30am and school starts at 8:00am. I got up and did my morning routine and quickly got dressed. I texted khalil and asked him to pick me up because I'd have no time to drive myself to school. I grabbed a granola bar along with my backpack and headed out of the door.

Text between y/n and khalil:

Khalil: y/n im here, come outside

Y/n: ok, on my way out now

I quickly responded to the message and walked to the car. "Yo wassup y/n" khail spoke. "Hey khalil how are you?" Y/n asked. "I'm doing good now that you're here" khalil responded flashing his beautiful smile at me. Trying to hide my smile, I turned away facing the window. I had been crushing on Khalil for some time now but I could never bring myself to tell him. After about 15 minutes, the car came to a complete stop. "We're here y/n" khalil said calmly. I grabbed my backpack from the backseat and prepared to get out of the car. "Thanks khalil" I told him. "No problem" he responded. We both got out of the car and gave each other a side hug and parted ways to go to our classes. As I was walking, I met up with my friends Keisha and Jennifer who snickered and gave me looks.

Jen pov: Me and Keisha watched as y/n got out of the car with khalil. "You think they like each other?" I asked Keisha smirking. "Most likely, y/n always blushes and acts shy around khalil" she responded. "I wouldn't be suprised if he was giving her that-" I cut Keisha off. "Heyyy now i think we've heard enough". Y/n came over to us and we greeted her with hugs. "Girl we seen you getting out of the car with khalil" Keisha said smiling. "You like him don't you?" I asked. "No... well maybe." Y/n said looking off to the side smiling. Just as I was about to speak, the bell rang for us to go to class. "Ooh come on before we be late" Keisha said pulling us both with her.

*time skip to after school*

Time: 3:30pm

Khalil pov: As i made my way to the gym, all I could think of was y/n. Her smile and beautiful eyes were the only thing on my mind. We became bestfriends as kids and are both 16 years old. I've had a crush on her for the longest but I never told her. Today will be the day I finally confess my love to her. I was the only one in the gym at the moment so, I took off my shirt and changed into my gym shorts and began to work on the treadmill.

Y/n pov: 30 minutes passed by as I walked to the gym to try and find khalil. I mean after all he was my ride home. As I walked through the gym doors I spotted khalil shirtless with sweat glistening on his body. "Hey y/n my bad I got a little caught up in my workout" khalil said. "You're fine khalil" i respondes. "Wait you think I'm fine?" Khalil said smirking. "I didn't mean like that" I said smiling. Who am I kidding I do think he's fine and sexy but he doesn't have to know that. "Can I talk to you about something?" Khalil asked nervously. "Yeah sure" I told him. We stood across from each other as I listened to him talk. "We've been bestfriends since we were six and over time I started having different feelings for you. Honestly I like everything about you and I'd love to have the opportunity to call you mine. So, with that being said will you be my girlfriend?" Khalil asked. "Yeah I'd like that" I said blushing and looking to the side. All of a sudden khalil came closer to me and moved my face back towards him so that we both made eye contact. As he held my face, he leaned in closer pecking my lips. I leaned closer and began to slowly kiss his lips. We both pulled away and headed to the car.

(Imagine its you and khalil at the top)

*timeskip*

"Thanks for dropping me off at home Khalil" I said. "No problem my princess" he responded. When I got in the house, I prepared for dinner and talked to khalil afterwards. We talked on the phone until we both decided to go to sleep.

-A/N( authors note) this is my first imagine I've written and I honestly enjoyed writing this 🥰if you want me to make a part two of this let me know in the comments. Excuse any errors and Thank you for reading!

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[queeniecook]

December 3

Now that Este knows how to crawl, Caleb has been trying to get her to stand on her own. Mama don't like it. I almost got upset with him and asked if he's trying to rush her into growing up but I bit my tongue. I know he's just trying to make sure she grows up well, knowing everything she needs to know to thrive.

I'm happy she's doing so well but at the same time, it's a bittersweet happiness. My little starfish is growing. I want to keep her little but I know I can't.

I have to cheer up, today I'm meeting Aubree in Brindleton Bay at her house - we're having a day at the spa in Newcrest. Caleb is watching Este and to my utter shock, he invited Jackson over. Those two have never really spent much time together but Caleb says he might as well try to get to know Lilith's boyfriend. Especially considering things could be worse - her boyfriend could be Vladislaus Straud.

My Este isn't the only one who is growing. Edgar Allan and Emily have grown quite a bit too since the last time I saw them. I helped Aubree put them down for their naps and got in some cuddles while I was at it.

I met their Nanny as well, Paris Hale. She's pretty. Very pretty. There's something oddly familiar about her and I can't put my finger on it.

"Have a good time at your spa day, ladies." August tolds us with a smile on his face as we headed for the front door. 

I felt like I should talk to Aubree about it but I didn't want to ruin our day. I decided to table the topic until later.

After we got all pampered, we decided to stop at a shop and buy ourselves nice dresses to wear to a fancy restaurant in Newcrest.

The food was good, they even had someone playing the piano beside us. I think Caleb would enjoy that place. It was nice to get to spend time with Aubree. Not only do we live in different towns but we're also married with kids, while also having careers on top of it. We don't always get to see each other but we make it a point to keep in touch. Something that matters to you - you have to make an effort to keep it going.

By the time we got back to Brindleton Bay, it was dark and cold. We went on a small walk around her neighborhood. It filled me with memories of my own time living in town.

"Aubree...there's something oddly familiar about Paris. I don't know what it is but...it's almost like she reminds me of someone." I told her, stopping our walk not far from her home. 

"Any idea who?" Aubree asked me. I shook my head. "I know she's pretty."

"And younger and blonde." I interjected. Aubree for her part gave me a brief nod in recognition but kept going.

"She does so well with the twins.  They love her. Not only that, she cleans the house, makes dinner. We gave her a small raise because she's become more of a maid slash nanny." I know that she and August don't have a lot of money laying around but they are both firm believers in paying a person fairly for the work they do. 

I slowly nodded. Maybe I was just being suspicious because of what happened to Rahmi. Obviously it was a bit of a different scenario.

"Plus, I trust my husband. We've known him since high school. Do you think he would do cheat on me?" Aubree asked me.

For some reason, my mind briefly wondered to Apollo and Naya. How my brother is feeling lonely and like Naya has been putting her career before him and AJ. Though she has been trying to spend more time with them lately. "Not normally, no. He loves you. But sometimes when someone is feeling lonely and...look, just be careful, okay?"

"I don't think there's anything to worry about but I will still keep an eye on her." Aubree told me, she seemed a little annoyed with me but at least she's taking my advice. 

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[hotforharrison]

I was journaling to get my feelings out when I realized that a lot of the things that have been making me chronically unhappy in my relationship with my husband over the past year or so have all been because of polyamory.

I'm constantly comparing myself to his girlfriend, feeling like I don't measure up and that I'm not good enough. I can't seem to stop.

It's bled heavily into what was our already not the greatest sex life because of hearing her (an issue that comes up again and again) and her...enthusiasm, and also his enthusiasm.

He says we're different and that it isn't a matter of preference over how she is, or any of his partners have been in the past, and how I am. It doesn't feel that way, though.

He wants to have an egalitarian polyamorous relationship with his girlfriend and me, other than in the legal aspects that he and I have shared since well before our relationship became polyamorous (like owning a home together, being married, that sort of stuff).

The egalitarian polyamorous relationship doesn't translate into reality very well, though. She's very clingy and needy, and he won't tell her to back off.

She gets Tuesday and Friday nights with him, after he gets off work. They spend the evening and then night together. I don't bother them, period, and wouldn't unless it was an actual emergency.

He's set aside Wednesday after he gets off work and night for me, which is one day a week compared to her two. I've been willing to accept that, even though it does feel unfair.

She knows it's my night, but she still calls during what's supposed to be our time together. Not because of an emergency or something coming up -- just to chat.

It happens every Wednesday without fail.

What also happens every Wednesday night, without fail, is that he doesn't just tell her he's spending time with me and that he'll talk to her later. They'll chat. Sometimes they'll chat for over half an hour, which he doesn't see a problem with.

Really, he dismisses all of the things she does or downplays them because he's still blinded by what I've heard referred to as "new relationship energy" (NRE) -- that phase where things with someone are new or relatively new, and you see everything relating to them and your relationship through rose colored glasses.

I've heard it usually wears off after about 3 years, and they've been together for 2.

He and I have been together for almost 17.

My "martyr complex" has also been an ongoing problem.

I've spent the past 2 years now sacrificing my own happiness because I want my husband and his girlfriend to be happy, and sometimes those things are mutually exclusive, especially when it comes to his girlfriend.

I did tell my husband, though, in very clear terms that I no longer consider her a friend and have no positive feelings toward her. My civility is fully and entirely for his benefit and because I love him.

My last straw was an unprovoked hateful Facebook comment she made on one of my posts about a month ago. The post was absolutely unrelated to her in any way, and it couldn't be construed as such, so she literally just made the comment to be mean.

I was forced to apologize for something in January that she was partially to blame for as well, but she was not forced to apologize for her comment that was entirely her fault.

The rose colored glasses strike again.

She's the one who's on his mind, too -- the person he tells good morning and good night every single day without fail. He drives a lot for work, and she's the one he talks to on his long drives now.

His high school reunion is later this year. It's in the state next to where my family lives, and we've talked for years now about me attending it with him and him meeting my nieces for the first time. My eldest niece is 13, and he hasn't met her yet.

He brought his reunion up the other night, only his plans have changed. He now wants to go with his girlfriend and for them to attend the reunion together and to meet some of her friends and family in another neighboring state.

I asked about our previous plans, and he acted like that was a conversation we'd never had, even though we'd repeatedly had it.

It was honestly rather heartbreaking to be replaced like that.

None of these problems would exist in a monogamous relationship.

I did discuss my feelings with him as calmly as I could, just to let him know where I was in my head, and we agreed that I'd talk about it with my counselor, figure out how I want to proceed.

He said he'd support me either way, that I do deserve to be happy, too, and shouldn't stay in a relationship that is just going to make me unhappy.

He would like for us to work things out ideally, but he understands that might not be possible, and he wants us to stay on good terms instead of either one of us developing animosity and resentment toward the other.

I'm grateful for that at least.

[bechloeislegit]

25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022

Day 3 - One Night Only

A/N: In order to keep a little mystery, the full prompt from FanFiction User RJRMovieFan will be listed at the end of the story. Enjoy!

Late September in Tampa was hot and muggy, and Chloe wondered, not for the first time, why she had thought it was a good idea to accept a teaching position close to her parents. She entered her apartment and dropped her keys on the table. She set her bag on the floor and flipped through her mail as she toed off her shoes and left them by the door.

"Bill, bill, bill," Chloe mumbled, sighing as she looked at each envelope. "I need a drink."

Chloe walked to the kitchen, dropping her mail on the coffee table as she passed by. She poured herself a glass of iced tea. As she took a sip, her phone rang.

Chloe pulled her phone out and smiled as she answered.

"Hey, Brey," Chloe said.

"Hey, Chloe," Aubrey said. "I've got some big news."

"What is it?" Chloe asked with enthusiasm.

"I'm planning a Bellas reunion," Aubrey replied. "And we'll be spending Christmas and New Year's in New York! Isn't that exciting?"

"It sounds very exciting," Chloe said. "But, won't it be expensive to go to New York at Christmastime?"

"Chloe, it's been five years since we won the ICCAs," Aubrey said. "And two since we've seen everyone in person. Besides, my parents have agreed to help cover all our costs for the trip. Airfare, lodging, tickets to a holiday show or two."

"Wow," Chloe said. "That's very generous of them. How did you manage that?"

"They're going on a cruise for Christmas, and my brother and I are not invited," Aubrey said. "So, they were going to give us both a guilt gift of an indecent amount of cash so we could go wherever we want to celebrate Christmas. I asked that, instead of giving me cash, they help with the cost of getting the Bellas together in person for the first time in two years. They agreed, and here we are."

"It will be nice to see all the girls again," Chloe said, trying to mentally calculate how much the trip would cost her.

"Before you say no," Aubrey interrupted. "You'll be on Christmas break, so you can't use work as an excuse not to come."

"Okay," Chloe said. "I'll have to do some creative budgeting, but I think I can swing it."

"You only need to save enough money for incidentals," Aubrey said. "As I said, everything will be covered. You can have your own room if you want. Or we can be roommates again!"

"That will make things a lot easier for me," Chloe said as relief washed over her.

"Good, because I already put you down as a yes," Aubrey said. "I've also received yeses from everyone except Cynthia Rose. She's in the Air Force and will have to submit a request for leave. Hopefully, it will be approved; she's supposed to let me know as soon as she knows."

"Were you able to find Beca?" Chloe asked softly.

"Why would I even look for her?" Aubrey huffed. "She walked away from us and never looked back."

"She walked away because you said she wasn't a Bella," Chloe retorted. "You seem to forget it was because of Beca that we got into the finals."

"The other team had a High School kid as their soloist and were disqualified," Aubrey said. "That's why we got into the finals. I wish you'd get over this obsession you have with that, that-."

"That, what?" Chloe asked, her voice rising.

"Never mind," Aubrey said. "I don't want to talk about her or argue with you about her."

Chloe heard Aubrey sigh through the phone.

"I'm going to try and coordinate everything so that those of us flying in can arrive on the same day at around the same time. I'll email you with your info once I get the itineraries together, okay?"

"That's fine," Chloe said. "I have to go. Bye, Brey."

Chloe ended the call and dropped her phone on the counter. She hated that every time she brought up Beca's name, Aubrey would dismiss it like Beca meant nothing to her. Chloe ran a hand through her hair and sighed.

"I wish she'd understand how much Beca still means to me," Chloe mumbled.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, while lying in bed, Chloe couldn't help thinking about Beca and the last time she saw her.

"I told you she wasn't a Bella," Aubrey said, glaring at Beca.

"Brey, don't," Chloe implored.

"No," Beca said, looking at Chloe. "You don't have to pretend like you get to have a say in the group."

Aubrey scoffed; Chloe's feelings were hurt, and the rest of the Bellas didn't know what to do.

"If this is what I get for trying," Beca said, then turned and walked away.

Chloe sighed and turned on her side. She had tried to call and text Beca after that, but Beca never responded.

When she saw that Aubrey did not include Beca in the text sent to notify the Bellas that they were going to the ICCA Finals, Chloe forwarded it to Beca, asking, no, begging her to come to the rehearsal. Again, Beca did not respond, nor did she show up to rehearsal.

After the debacle of the first rehearsal, Chloe took the USB with a bunch of mixes Beca had put together to the next rehearsal and asked Aubrey to listen to it. Beca had given it to her the week before Beca left; Chloe thought it best not to tell Aubrey it was Beca's work, so she didn't.

The rest of the Bellas were excited to try something new and pushed Aubrey to give Chloe's set list a chance. With the threat of a full mutiny on her hands, Aubrey had no choice but to listen.

Aubrey and the girls loved it; Aubrey had to admit that Chloe had come up with a great set that showcased all the girls' talents. Chloe did not correct the assumption that she was responsible for creating the setlist.

The Bellas won the ICCAs, and, to this day, Chloe had never told anyone that the set was something Beca had created.

Chloe rolled over onto her back.

"I wish I had gone after Beca and told her how much she meant to me," Chloe whispered into the darkness of her empty bedroom, wiping a tear from her eye. "And maybe she'd be here with me now."

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Chloe spent the next three months counting down the days until her trip to New York. She also spent most of those days thinking about Beca Mitchell and what had become of her. Beca's departure left Chloe with so many questions.

Had Beca gone to L.A. as she had often mentioned wanting to do?

Did Beca ever think about Chloe or her time at Barden?

Or did Beca walk away and forget about all of them? Including Chloe?

It was finally the day she was to leave for New York. Chloe was all smiles as she zipped her carry-on bag and lifted it off the bed. She was excited to see her Bella sisters and practically floated to the front door of her apartment with her bags in tow.

She walked out of her apartment, ensuring that both locks were secure before making her way to the elevator.

The flight to New York was uneventful. And once the plane landed, Chloe waited until the aisle was clear before standing and grabbing her carry-on bag. She exited the plane and followed the crowd to the baggage area to retrieve her larger suitcase.

Chloe looked around as she stepped off the escalator. She looked to her right and saw Aubrey and Stacie. Chloe was all smiles as she walked over to them.

"Brey!" Chloe said, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too, Chloe," Aubrey said.

Stacie waited until Aubrey and Chloe let go of each other and pulled Chloe into a hug.

"Looking good, Beale," Stacie said, looking Chloe up and down as she pulled out of the hug.

"Thanks, Stacie," Chloe said. "You're not looking so bad yourself."

"Let's get your bags," Aubrey said. "Cynthia Rose and Denise should be landing soon."

"What about Fat Amy, Jessica, and Ashley?" Chloe asked.

"Fat Amy was flying in last night," Aubrey said. "And Jessica and Ashley are driving up from Pennsylvania together. They should all be at the hotel when we get there."

"And, what about Lily?" Chloe asked as they waited for her bag.

"She lives here in New York and is staying at the hotel with us," Aubrey said. "She texted earlier that she was there."

Not too long after Chloe had retrieved her luggage, Cynthia Rose and Denise found them. After more greetings and hugs, they followed Aubrey to the van she had rented for their stay. Chloe smiled and sat back, listening as Cynthia Rose and Denise talked of their upcoming wedding. She laughed with the others when Stacie regaled them with the story of the Hunter's most recent conquest, which involved her joining the Mile High Club earlier that day.

It wasn't long after that they arrived at their hotel.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After Chloe finished unpacking, she went down to the lobby to wait for the girls. She saw Jessica and Ashley already waiting. As she walked over to them, she noticed they were looking at the itinerary Aubrey had left for them.

"I can't wait to see this," Ashley said, pointing at the itinerary in Jessica's hand.

"Can't wait to see what?" Chloe asked as she sat down.

"DJ Titanium Blue," Ashley said.

"What do you know about DJ Titanium Blue, Chloe?" Jessica asked.

"I'm excited to see them," Ashley said.

"I've only read about them," Chloe said. "They're really big on the West Coast."

"I've heard some of their music and think it's great, so it should be a good show," Jessica said. "I love the air of mystery about them."

"Yeah," Ashley said. "They always wear a mask, and so far, no one has been able to discover who they are. Most people have guessed they're a woman because of their body, but no one has come out to confirm or deny whether that's true."

"I'm looking forward to seeing them," Chloe said.

"Excuse me," a woman interrupted. "Are you Chloe Beale?"

"I am," Chloe said.

"This is for you," the woman said, handing Chloe a folded note.

"Thank you," Chloe said as the woman walked away.

"Hey, girls," Stacie said. "Who was that?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "She just handed me this note and left."

"Who's it from?" Ashley asked.

"Let's go, ladies," Aubrey called out as she and the remaining Bellas hurried toward the hotel exit. "We're going to be late for our reservation."

Chloe stuck the note in her purse without reading it and rushed after Aubrey.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

The girls had ended the night in the hotel bar, and Chloe was drunk when she came back to her room. Sadly, being drunk did not stop her inner alarm clock from waking her at six the next morning.

Chloe groaned when she checked the time on her phone.

"I need coffee," Chloe mumbled as she reached for the day's itinerary. "Breakfast isn't scheduled until nine; I can't wait that long."

Chloe showered and dressed. She grabbed her small backpack and started transferring the things she needed for the day from her purse.

"I forgot about this," Chloe mumbled as she pulled out the note from the night before.

She unfolded the note and read it. There had been a signature, but something wet had made it unreadable; Chloe wasn't sure how that happened.

Chloe shrugged as she read the note one more time, saw it was almost seven, and thought, "why not?" So, she grabbed her coat and left her room.

Chloe entered the coffee shop and looked around to see if she saw anyone she recognized.

"Hey, Chloe," a voice Chloe recognized said from behind her.

"Beca?"

Chloe turned around and saw a very nervous-looking Beca Mitchell standing there.

"Oh, my God!" Chloe squealed, grabbing Beca to her. "Beca!"

"Hey," Beca said, wrapping her arms around Chloe.

Chloe pulled back from Beca and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked.

"You act as if you didn't know I was going to be here," Beca said. "I know you got my note."

"I did," Chloe said, chuckling. "Only when I finally read it, your signature had somehow gotten wet and was unreadable."

"You didn't know who you were meeting?" Beca said, chuckling. "And yet you came anyway. That is so you."

"Well, I'm glad I came," Chloe said. "Or I wouldn't have had the chance to see you. Or talk to you, and we definitely need to talk. But I need coffee for that, so let's grab a table."

"Okay," Beca said, following Chloe.

Two hours later, after the two filled the other in on what they had been up to for the past five years, Beca made a small confession.

"I have a confession to make," Beca said. "I had a huge crush on you back then. I may have even fallen in love with you a bit."

"What?!" Chloe said, chuckling. "I had a huge crush on you, too. And I'm not just saying that because you said it."

"I have something else to admit," Beca said, only to be interrupted when Chloe's phone pinged with a text notification.

"Hold that thought," Chloe said, holding her finger to stop Beca.

Beca sat back with a small smile and watched Chloe.

"Oh, shoot, I have to go," Chloe said after reading the text. "I'm supposed to be at breakfast with the girls." Chloe's face lit up with excitement as she exclaimed, "You should come with me! I'm sure the girls would love to see you."

"I doubt that's true," Beca mumbled.

"Why wouldn't it be true?" Chloe asked.

"I'm pretty sure Posen wants to kill me," Beca said.

"No, she doesn't," Chloe said.

"I say we'll have to agree to disagree on that," Beca said. "I would love to continue this, especially the part about your crush on me." Chloe scoffed but smiled at Beca. "Would you want to meet up again? I have an event I can't get out of tonight, and it will be really late when I'm done. If you're up for it, maybe we can have drinks or something after? I would really love to see you again."

"We're attending a concert tonight, and it will also be late when it's over," Chloe said, chewing on her lip before adding, "I'd love to meet you after."

"Great," Beca said, smiling "It's a date."

They gathered their belongings and walked over to the hotel together. To Choe's surprise, Beca hugged her and then went toward the elevators. Chloe watched her leave before going into the hotel's restaurant to meet the Bellas.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

Later that night, after a quick dinner in the hotel's restaurant, the Bellas made their way to the large ballroom for the concert. Chloe stared at the sign announcing DJ Titanium Blue in concert for One Night Only.

"What made you get us in to see this show?" Chloe asked Aubrey as they waited to enter.

"I heard that DJ Titanium Blue does some acapella as part of their set," Aubrey said, looking around to make sure no one else was paying attention to them. "And the DJ will sometimes pull people from the audience to be a part of the show. And my mother knows someone who knows someone who works with them. She may or may not have reached out to see if the Bellas can be in the show."

"We're going to be in the show?" Fat Amy asked.

"I don't know," Aubrey replied honestly. "We could be, but there is no guarantee that we will be."

"This is so exciting," Jessica gushed.

"It would be nice if we get picked," Chloe said, trying to contain her excitement. "It's been a while since we sang together."

Everyone started talking at once, only quieting when they reached the front of the line. Aubrey gave her name, and they were led to a table near the stage.

The girls sat and looked around. The room was set up with large tables scattered about; each table sat at least 10 people. The seats and tables were close to each other but not so close that you felt as if you were sitting on top of each other. There were easily 250 seats in total, and every seat had a great view of the stage.

A waitress came around, and they ordered drinks. A few minutes later, the room's lights went out, and spotlights swept back and forth across the stage. This went on for a few seconds before the spotlights became one light shining toward the back of the stage where "smoke" billowed about. Suddenly, drums started playing a steady beat, and DJ Titanium Blue rose out of the smoke to stand on a riser under the spotlight, their arms raised as if in triumph.

The crowd cheered when the DJ came into sight. And it was quite a sight as the DJ was dressed all in blue. A dark blue leather jacket and blue skinny jeans with combat boots that matched the jacket in color. But the most impressive piece of blue they wore was their mask. It covered their head and their face and was a bright sky blue with dark blue lips painted on.

The DJ lowered her arms, and the audience quieted.

"That was quite an entrance," Jessica said.

"Shh," Ashley said as DJ Titanium Blue started to speak.

"Good evening, everyone," a robotic voice came over the speakers. "I am DJ Titanium Blue, and I want to thank you all for being here for my One Night Only performance." The crowd cheered. "Many of you don't know this, but you are about to witness my final performance as DJ Titanium Blue."

A few boos and nos were shouted from the audience.

DJ Titanium Blue shook their head and said, "I know, I know. But I've been doing this for almost five years, and it is time for me to move on to other things. That being said, I am happy to report that I signed with a record company and will be putting out my first solo album after the New Year."

The crowd started cheering, and a few 'we love yous' were shouted.

"I love you, too," DJ Titanium Blue said, chuckling. "And, since it's Christmas, I have a few surprises for you."

More cheers and screams. DJ Titanium Blue brings her arms up and quiets the audience.

"As I'm sure many of you are aware, I have a segment of my show where I do an acapella set. Tonight, I'm going to start off with that because in our audience are the members of the 2015 National collegiate acapella championship team, the Barden Bellas, and I'm hoping we can convince them to join me on stage and perform for you."

The Bellas all gasp, and the audience starts cheering.

"Bellas, Bellas, Bellas," DJ Titanium Blue chants, causing the audience to pick it up and start chanting as well.

The Bellas stand, and a guy rushes over to them.

"Bellas, follow me, please," the guy said.

"Come on, girls," Aubrey said, smiling. "It looks like we do get to sing."

The girls follow the young man to the stage. Once the Bellas are onstage, they are each handed a microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen," DJ Titanium Blue says. "Give it up for the 2012 National Collegiate Acapella Champions, the Barden Bellllaaaasssss!"

The crowd cheers, and the girls smile and look around as DJ Titanium Blue walks over to them. The DJ stops in front of the Bellas and turns to look out over the audience.

"Are you ready to be amazed?" the DJ screams out to the audience.

"What are we going to sing?" Aubrey asked from behind the DJ.

"I think you'll know it when you hear it," the DJ tells her and starts making a beat with their mouth.

The Bellas were shocked as they recognize the song; it was the first song from their winning ICCAs Finals set. They can't help but wonder how the DJ knew how the set started. They don't ponder for long and go into full Bellas performance mode and join the DJ in "making music with their mouths."

DJ Titanium Blue sings and dances with the girls and doesn't miss a step or a beat.

The crowd yells and cheers. A few whistles can be heard. The Bellas are working it as if they are trying to win the ICCAs again.

When the set ends, the crowd erupts and gives them a standing ovation. When the crowd quiets down, DJ Titanium Blue looks at the Bellas and, waving a hand at them, says, "Take a bow, ladies."

They do, and the crowd goes wild again.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" DJ Titanium Blue says to more cheering and applause.

DJ Titanium Blue gets the audience to quiet down again and looks out at them.

"I know the Bellas are surprised to be up here," DJ Titanium Blue said. "But I have an even bigger surprise for them. And for you."

Everyone cheers, and the Bellas look around with furrowed brows. They have no idea what is going to happen next.

"Don't go away, I'll be right back," DJ Titanium Blue said as she walked to the side of the darkened stage, out of the spotlight and out of sight of the Bellas.

"Over the years, there has been a lot of speculation over who I am," DJ Titanium Blue's voice came through the speakers. "Well, tonight, you're going to find out."

"We love you, DJ!" a lone voice calls out as the crowd erupted in more applause and cheers.

"Are you ready?" DJ Titanium Blue asked.

A sudden hush falls over the crowd as people crane their necks to see DJ Titanium Blue. There is an audible gasp from the Bellas when DJ Titanium Blue steps back onto the stage, sans their mask and leather jacket and holding a microphone.

"Beca?" a few of the Bellas say as they all stare at the former Bella.

"Oh, my God," Aubrey said as she dropped her microphone.

The feedback when the mic hit the floor caused many to wince, including Beca, who looked over at her with a smirk. Beca turns to face the audience.

"Hi, everyone, I'm Beca Mitchell," Beca said, with a small wave at the crowd. "Formerly known as DJ Titanium Blue."

The crowd erupts in cheers again. Chloe breaks from the Bellas and rushes over to Beca, pulling her into a hug. Aubrey and the other Bellas rush over and join the hug.

"I love you," Chloe said, but Beca can't hear her over the yells and whistles of the crowd.

The girls pull back from the hug and look at Beca.

"Can you guys wait for me to finish, and we can talk?" Beca asked.

"Yes," Chloe says immediately, as the others nod in agreement.

"Thanks," Beca said as the girls made their way off the stage and back to their table.

Beca looks out over the audience again.

"You all have been amazing," Beca said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the concert as I sing a few songs from my upcoming album. I call it Beca Mitchell - Unmasked."

The crowd cheers as Beca goes to the center of the stage. Her band comes out and takes their places. Beca starts and gives the crowd an hour of music and banter. Her first solo concert is quite a success.

~~ 25 Days of BeChloe Christmases - 2022 ~~

After the concert, Beca invited the Bellas to her suite for drinks. They agree and are sitting around Beca's suite.

"So, after you left Barden, you became DJ Titanium Blue?" Fat Amy said, waving around her drink.

"Sort of," Beca said. "I went to L.A. and tried to get a producer position but had no luck. I needed money, so I started DJing. One night, a man came up to me and asked if I wanted to make more money. Of course, I said yes. The next thing I know, DJ Titanium Blue was playing all the best clubs on the West Coast. I came East a few times to play, but my heart was in L.A."

"How did you keep your identity a secret for so long?" Ashley asked.

"There were only three people who knew who I really was," Beca said. "The outfit my manager had made for me had people guessing whether I was a man or a woman." Beca chuckled as she got up for another drink. "It was fun to read what people said about why they thought I was a man. Or a woman."

"I saw a snippet of you doing your DJ Titanium Blue thing on TMZ," Stacie said. "I knew right away you were a woman. I mean, what man has an ass like that?" Stacie waved over at Beca's backside; Beca blushed and quickly turned to face the girls. "And boobs like that?"

Beca blushed again and crossed her arms over her chest as everyone laughed.

"Leave her alone, Stacie," Chloe said. "I think she looks sexy as DJ Titanium Blue. And, even sexier as Beca Mitchell."

"Of course you do," Jessica said as everyone snickered.

"In all seriousness," Beca said. "I owe you all an apology. I should never have just walked away. It's just." Beca ran a hand through her hair. "I was hurt when Aubrey said I wasn't a Bella."

"You will always be a Bella to us," Chloe said, wrapping an arm around Beca's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," Aubrey said. "I should never have said that. I was just angry because I thought our chances of winning the ICCAs were over. It was so much easier to blame you than to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't a very good leader and our set list sucked."

"There is no one person to blame," Denise said. "Beca tried to get you to change things up, but we didn't have her back. We all should have said something. If we had, maybe we could have made the changes like we did when Chloe gave us that set list she put together."

Beca's head snapped up, and she looked at Chloe. Chloe shrugged and smiled.

"Actually," Chloe said. "I didn't make up that set list, Beca did. I just let you think I did."

"Why would you do that?" Aubrey asked.

"Because I knew if you knew that Beca had made it, you would never have listened to it," Chloe said. "And we really needed you to listen to it with an open mind."

"Wow," was all Aubrey could think to say.

Beca cleared her throat and said, "So, um, I'd like to propose a toast."

Beca raised her glass and looked around the room. The girls raised their glasses as well.

"To reconnecting," Beca said. "And being friends again."

"Hear, hear," the Bellas call out as they drank.

"I can't believe it's almost three," CR said, yawning. "It's been quite the night."

"We should probably get going," Aubrey said, standing. "We have reservations for a Christmas brunch at eleven." She turned to Beca. "You should join us, Beca. It truly will be a Bellas reunion now that we are all back together."

"I'd love to," Beca said, grinning. "Thank you."

"Great," Aubrey said. "We'll be meeting in the lobby at ten. See you then."

"Goodnight, Beca," the girls said as they followed Aubrey to the door.

"Um," Chloe said as Aubrey opened the door. "I'm going to stay for just a bit to talk to Beca."

"Talk?" Stacie said, snickering. "Is that what you're calling it now?"

Beca blushed, and Chloe chuckled.

"We'll see you girls in the morning," Chloe said as they left.

After the last Bella exited, Chloe closed the door and locked it. Beca looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Merry Christmas, Beca," Chloe said, pulling Beca into a heated kiss.

Beca returned the kiss with as much fervor as Chloe. The kiss ended when breathing became an issue.

"Merry Christmas, indeed," Beca said, pushing Chloe up against the door and crashing their lips together in another equally heated kiss.

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Full prompt from RJRMovieFan: Beca left Barden during her Freshman year after the blowup at the semifinals. She becomes a world-famous DeeJay but keeps her identity a mystery. Chloe is heartbroken Beca left but uses a USB stick Beca had given her to convince Aubrey to change their set for the finals, and the Bellas win. Five years later, the Bellas reunite for a reunion of their win, and Chloe runs into Beca at the resort the Bellas are staying at. Beca is there for a Holiday performance. [I changed it up just a bit, but I think I hit on everything you asked for.]

A/N: So this took on a life of its own and is longer than I had envisioned when I started writing. I hope you like what I did with it.

#25 Days of BeChloe Christmases 2022 #Beca Mitchell #Chloe Beale #BeChloe #bechloeislegit

[ryqoshay]

How to Handle a Nico - How to Handle a Chilly Walk

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: 537 Rating: G Time Frame: Early adulthood, Nico owns an idol protection company and Maki is working through her residency Prompt: Chill

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Author's Note: Bonus 2nd entry for the 16th

Summary: Nico and Maki head home after their picnic

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Nico shivered.

Maki pulled her fiancée closer.

Nico smiled at the unexpected, but much appreciated act of public affection.

The couple had just finished what would likely be their last picnic of the year. Even if the weather took an unexpected turn and warmed up for a little while longer, it was unlikely the two could align their schedules for so much time together in one day.

After eating, the two had spent a good couple hours just lying in the sun, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. Both had gotten a lot of mileage out of teasing one another over the topic of Nico’s dream earlier that week in which Maki had turned into a monster over forgotten tomatoes. Today, said tomatoes had been remembered, and a live reenactment of the nightmare had been avoided.

Now, the couple was heading home. Clouds had unexpected rolled in and blotted out the sun, causing the temperature to drop. Thus, why Nico was now cold, even with the extra layers she had brought.

"Oh, there is a sweet potato stand." Maki pointed out.

"I'll be making dinner when we get home." Nico replied.

"Yes, but it will help take the chill off until we reach the train." Maki insisted. "And we can split one, like we did in high school."

"And college."

"And many other times since."

"I think we've always split them," Nico reaized "even when we end up getting two."

"Mm." Maki hummed.

Nico smiled as memories of shared sweet potatoes filled her mind. At first it had been a little awkward. But then it became a habit. And now it was second nature to the point that doing elsewise would feel strange. Not all that much unlike their relationship in general.

Maki made her purchase, split it in half, and handed one piece to Nico.

"Thanks, Maki-chan." Nico said, relishing the warmth on her hands as she held the delicious autumn treat.

The couple continued their walk to the station in comfortable quiet until they reached the station.

“Mm, hot lemon tea…” Nico found herself drawn to the vending machine in the station. “Want one too, Maki-chan? My treat since you got the sweet potato.”

“Actually, if they have coffee…” Maki searched the selection.

“Yeah, but probably not the quad espressos Maki-chan likes.” Nico smirked pushing the button for her tea.

“I’m not in cram school any more…” Maki muttered.

“Yeah, but you still stay up too late sometimes with doctor stuff.”

“Maybe…” Maki said, accepting the heated can of coffee. “Thank you.”

“Mmm… that’s good…” Nico said after a long sip. “But you know, as much as Nico loved the sweet potato and this tea, my favorite way to keep warm is still this.”

Nico let go of her can with one hand, reached over, pulled one of Maki’s hands off her can, then shoved both into one of the pockets of Maki’s jacket. She then smiled as she watched red creep across Maki’s face. The blush deepened, but Maki was the one to then intertwine their fingers.

“This… is nice…” Maki admitted after a moment.

Nico’s smile grew and she stepped even closer to her fiancée as they waited for their train to arrive.

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Author's Note Continued: Some nice and warm NicoMaki fluff to counter the chill of the season here in the States where I am, as well as Japan where they are.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfics #Promptober 2023

[goosefeather]

finished riverstar's home which is uhh the first super edition i actually finished since graystripe's vow?? i wanna say??

anway! final review: not enough death!!!

(actual, long review under the cut)

riverstar's home is Good. granted i had no expectations for it and kind of forgot it was a thing until it came out. but for a super edition that most people were like "huh? riverstar? really?" it really knocked it out of the park

and i just really think that the erins had a theme in mind (finding home and what that means to our guy riverstar) and the text actually supports that. and i know, most books do this and it is something we all had to learn in high school english. however, warriors has a thing where the messaging is telling us one thing but the actual text is saying something completely different (think of like... everything to do with bramblestar)

that being said, i liked reading about a young riverstar (yes, my character tag for him is river ripple and i prefer that but y'know riverstar is shorter) and his struggle to find a place in the forest territory. it's actually a really good coming of age story that really resonates with anyone who has like moved out of their hometown and has felt incredibly isolated because of that (like me!)

also as a dotc Enjoyer i really liked seeing the events from riverstar's perspective. unlike uhh the last two super editions where the new viewpoint didn't add anything (or it retconned something to make it worse!) or added in things that were just kinda... bad (still dont like brushpaw), riverstar was just enough of an enigma that it worked. like from gray wing's pov, riverstar is an Established Cat on the river and he plays it well. but in actuality he's just a lonely guy trying desperately to maintain his friendships while trying to carve out some space for himself. it's interesting and fun and even the one eye and slash bits that i didn't care for in dotc were fun to read about from his pov

unfortunately, this is dotc so the last half Drags. like it makes sense, obviously, after riverstar feels settled into his life and home and new role as leader, someone from his past comes back and makes him question all of it. love it, really. the problem is once they leave and make it a journey! idk what it is but the minute these cats start wandering off territory it turns into a snoozefest. tell me one book where a journey to some place was Fun to Read and you cant say TNP cuz we both know it wasnt

also, im so sorry, i know we love women here and we have to cuz the erins don't but i dont like finch. like the most she shows up to help with fighting slash's rogues and riverstar was like "she was feisty!" or whatever i knew it was So Over. im sick of this thing where they introduce a she-cat just for the purpose of giving our main male lead kits. it was bad with gray wing and slate and it's bad with finch. remember when she almost stayed behind? i was hoping so hard that it would stick

and like compare finch and riverstar to say night and riverstar (im not pitting two bad bitches against each other give me a sec). before riverstar leaves to go back to help the park cats, night is nervous, her and riverstar have been through a lot together and they lean on each other. so she's vulnerable with him and he's like "oh im sorry i dont think of you that way??" and she's like "no!!! you idiot!! as a Friend" and yeah it made sense cuz we've seen them grow together in real time. finch got None of that because she is not meant to be a character and it bugs me

however, clear sky came in to save the day and cause problems on purpose at the end so the book ended on a high note (for me)

and uhh yeah, this is already pretty long and i actually have More Shit to say cuz i genuinely did like this book a lot i just wanted to get my thoughts out while they were still rattling around in my brain

god i didnt even talk about how i wanted more cats to die

#it's looonng #anyway talk to me about dotc #i really really like dotc #and this book

[alostlittleriverlotus]

so my gf and I broke up/decided to be friends cause her romantic feelings faded. And nothing against her, literally I stand firmly in the "if you aren't feeling it, the relationship should be ended." It's just dealing with a lot of realizations that like: I truly am isolated from people.

(long rant, rambles and repeats myself a lot)

She still cares about me and we're staying friends, chatting occasionally, etc. But I knew if I distanced myself to cope with my fatigue and the fact I feel anxious around everyone except for MA no matter how close I get to them, it would end in this. I've had doubts cause she's never fully been able to support me the way that I need even if we were happy. We haven't truly had any problems since we were both in high school. A big reason I didn't break up with her is cause I wanted to fight for the relationship, but also I didn't want to lose her as a friend so I'm glad we're staying friends.

I'm mostly just sad seeing how...I just can't fit in around others. I get too anxious and awkward and it leads my romantic relationships to feel like friendships because my anxiety NEVER goes away no matter how long I've known them. I've dated her/known her for 6 years and still I was terrified of causing her to leave if I acted wrong. I do still love her, but I kind of accepted that us having a future together wasn't likely. It was small things like accidentally misgendering me once (one of the only times she uses my pronouns and she used the wrong ones), watching a Blaire White video about kids faking mental illnesses (I think she just happened upon the video and watched it, but it kinda scared me that maybe she was a Blaire White fan or sumthn), and then just small things where we express emotions very differently.

I'm always going to feel disconnected from others and emotionally isolated. I'm always going to have anxiety with people like my now ex-gf (I'll start calling her T now I guess) and Ray and C. MA is the only person that I don't have that issue with.

The good news is that like, I can date MA finally. And I'm not overly sad about the break up, it's just left me with feelings about my relationships with other people in general thanks to my trauma and disorders. I'm not dating MA yet cause I need time to process and I want me asking her out to be perfect, but yeah.

Like my anxiety will never go away with people. I will always be frightened and feel like I'm living a lie. I felt I always had to play up my parts and please her to be worthy of love. Communication was just...never fully there the way I wanted it. I'm more relieved than anything that we broke up because I really couldn't see us together with the different ways we were going. I love more intensely than her and I'm also incredibly emotionally isolated and switch moods so often cause of disorders and being a system that I'm pretty dissociated overall. I knew I wasn't getting the support I needed.

None of this is against her, it's more just a set of circumstances/a reality of a situation. I always needed more support than she could provide and she was more demanding than I could handle (not in a controlling way, but a different needs way.) It just really hurts cause it's a reminder of how...limited love is for me, platonic or romantic. How differently I experience everything from other people including my close safe circle of loved ones.

I can't even begin to list every tiny thing I need when it comes to relationships, friend or s/o. But I know MA will work for me. She knows...everything pretty much and she's the one exception, the one single person, that I can truly be 1000% honest around. I'm overall happy T and I can stay friends. It's just a big reminder. I don't blame her at all cause it's just how love and relationships can be sometimes and I don't really mind it. I'd rather be in a relationship with MA at this point cause there...I can get the support I need for my physical and mental disabilities. MA knows what I need and we've communicated a lot and I can do the same for her. It's also just a "flaw" of mine (not really a flaw, but I can't find a better word) that romantic and platonic love is nearly equal to me. I'm in love with all my friends and would happily date any of them. Romantic partners to me will always be friendships but an extra level to it. And I guess it isn't like that for other people. I'm also just happy I can like...be free to explore myself a bit. I love T a lot and I'm glad we can stay friends in the end. She's a person I want in my life for as long as possible and I love listening to her rants. She needs more constant love and I need love on my terms with supporting my needs emotional and physical. We have a lot of differences and that's okay.

Just...the crushing reality of loneliness thanks to these disorders. I'm never too sad about having personality disorders to cope, but like...the isolation and how separate I am from most everyone including those in my life is...such an isolating experience. Everything I did, everything I perceive, everything I feel is inherently different. From autism to schizoid and narcissism, it's just...an amalgamation of experiencing things separately. And that's kinda why I like Tumblr so much. The PD communities on here help me feel less alone and more seen even if our experiences are still different, like, I get it. And even if I'm unable to interact with people cause of being terrified of other people, it's nice to see people that experience the world in similar ways. I have a mutual on the mental health app I use that is along those lines too and I treasure them greatly even tho we NEVER talk. I love my mutuals a lot even if I never speak to them. That's enough to make me feel happy, to see what they reblog and what they say.

Anyway, uh yah. That's my rant. Just a lot of personal feelings and shit. Lots of feelings about how I experience life and perceive things.

#actually autistic #actually disabled #actually traumatized #actually narcissistic #actually borderline #actually histrionic #actually schizoid #actually schizotypal #actually antisocial #actually paranoid #actually avoidant #schizospec #actually schizospec #psychotic #different perception #viewing life differently #alexithymia #adhd #disabled #mentally disabled #physically disabled #I'm a mess of disorders #personal rant #chronic fatigue #chronic pain #emotions #emotions are weird #I feel apathetic while also feeling happy while feeling isolated #nothing makes any sense #I'm fine overall

[ambraambrose]

@jamespotterthefirst @genevievemd i want to dedicate this little fanfic to you two because your post and comment was perfectly hilarious and because the Open Heart fanfics of you two were the first i read. I hope you like it a little.

As always, English is not my mother language, i'm sorry for any mistakes.

If you don’t like it then you should have take your suite off

Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

2.11 alternate version

Warnings: cursing

Everyone storms off, all of them willing to do everything possible to save Casey and Raf. Only Ethan stays behind, his piercing gaze on Casey.

He is quiet for a while. "Are you okay?" His heart ached, she is here, fighting for her life and yet she asks, if he is okay. "No, Casey, I'm not okay. But you don’t need to hear about that. You should try and get some rest. Have you slept at all?"

He remembers the two nights, she was sleeping in his arms and how happy he was in these moments. How could he waste so much precious time? "No. I can’t stop thinking about Rafael. How long he can last... whether... whether it's already..." "Do you want me to stay with you for a while?" "The others won’t miss you?" "Tobias knows what he is doing. And Elijah was right. Considering what we know about maitotoxins, this is a chemistry problem now. This is where i can do the most good. That is... if you want me here with you."

He is nervous, he would understand, if she'd kicked hm out. "Of course i want you to stay with me. If this is my last night alive, I want to spend it with you." "If i was in your position, I'd feel the same way about you." "Really?" "Really, Casey." She can’t help but smile, he always makes her feel happy and safe.

Ethan suits up and enters the room, gently guiding her to the bed. "Now lie down. As impossible as it sounds, you need to try relax. Think about something happy." She climbs into the bed and Ethan covers her with the blanket, pulling a seat right next to her. "I'm trying, but... I just feel like there were so many things i should have done." "Like what?" She considers. "I should have worked harder." She is unbelievable. "I'm not sure that is physically possible, Casey. I say this as the man who signs off on your time sheet every week." "There‘s still plenty more I could have done. If i'd work harder in high school i could have moved up a year and graduated early. I could have been further in my career by now. I could have helped more people."

He can't help the smile, she is so damn cute, even under this terrible circumstances she has to face. "Casey, with all due respect, that's deranged." "You can’t knock my deathbed regrets! It's not allowed!" He tries not to wince at her words. "Firstly, this isn’t a deathbed. Secondly, I don’t recall there being any universal deathbed etiquette." "Sure there is. 'Don’t dispute the dying person'." He knows she needs this to stay strong and not be confronted with her fear, what by all means sure will be worries about him and her friends but not her own fate. "Not even if the so-called dying person is a workaholic in need of a deathbed intervention?" "Not even then." "Noted."

He smiles at her and it warms her heart but she can sense his worries and he is quiet for a long moment, looking at his hands. He struggles, but then he makes up his mind, he won’t waste more time hiding his feelings for her. "Since we're sharing regrets, do you mind if I share one of mine?" "Go ahead." His gloved hand reaches for hers, looking down at them.

Before he speaks up again he looks her in the eyes. "I wish I hadn’t asked you to stay away." "You do?" "We've wasted so much time. I've wasted so much time. I should have held you in my arms every day and told you how much I...", he hesitates for just a moment. "How much I care about you." His words hit her right into the heart and against all the worries she feels happy. "Ethan, I've always thought we should be together." "You have?" The smile on his face was infectious. "Kind of thought it was obvious, actually." "I'd hate to presume anything. Though... that feeling was very definitely mutual."

He holds her hand tightly, the smile not leaving his face. He looks so happy. She wishes... "i wish i could kiss you." "Soon. You will soon." Her happiness fades as quickly as it came. "Casey? What's wrong?" "It just hit me that Rafael might be the last real human contact I ever have to get, not through plastic." He looks at her, the realization that he wasted so much time with her gets heavier and heavier on his mind.

"I'm sorry, i know it’s unfair and stupid to think like that. It's just that... what are you doing, Ethan?" She looks confused as he stands up from her bed and starts to slip out of the suite. "Ethan! Stop! I'm calling for the others." He peels the gloves off. "Try it, until they are here, i'm already out of this thing and babe, you are too weak to stop me." And with that he takes of the helmet. Casey is shocked, tears run over her face, but she doesn’t seem to recognize. When he steps out of the suite, he gently grabs her arms sitting down with her on the bed so they can look into each others eyes.

"Casey, this won’t be your last night, i'll stop it, we'll stop it and you will be safe again. But i won’t let any chance passing by of being with you, no matter what." And with this he takes her face gently but determined in his hands and kisses her. He easily lifts her up into his lap, pulling her as close as possible. When they break apart, it's her turn to grab his face in her hands. "You are unbelievable, do you know that? How could you do that?" New tears make their way down her cheeks. "They'll find a cure in no time."

He shrugs. "But what if they don’t?" "Then i'm right where i want to be. What should i do without you in this fucking world?" When the meaning of his words downs on her, she strokes his cheeks and then wraps her arms around him. He holds her tight as if he's never gonna leave her.

After a while she finally falls asleep in his arms, snuggling into his chest, while he watches every move of her, gently rubbing her back. "Ethan! What the fuck happened?" Harper shouts, Naveen stands next to her, shaking his head, but not able to hide a knowing smile. "Sssshhh, she is asleep." He carefully entangles himself from her and walks to the window as if it was normal chatting with his colleagues. "Ethan, what happened? Why aren’t you wearing a suite?" He looks down his body as if he had forgotten that his protectional suite was missing.

"There was a a cut in one of my gloves, so i put myself into quarantee." "You could have called us." "Why, you are finding a cure anyway, so no big deal, if there is a patient more." Without another word and a shake of her head, Harper storms down the floor. Naveen steps closer to the window. "Do you have any symptoms yet?" "No." "Good, i hope the next time you need a kick in the ass, please make sure, it won’t be that dangerous again."

@wanderingamongthewildflowers

#open heart #casey valentine #choices stories you play #ethan ramsey #fanfic

[baratrongirl]

Fanfiction Trope Meme

Stolen from @pigeontheoneandonly, who I don't know at all. Saw it in their blog and went "I like these questions". Rules: copy/past and bold your fic preferences and tag someone to do the same. I don't ever explicitly tag people because I don't want anyone to feel put on the spot when they could be having a bad week/month/year. I'm interested in all my friends' answers, so answer the questions if you want to.

slow burn or love at first sight. (Good question. I tend to think that love at first sight is unrealistic, because you only know what someone looks like, not who they really are. So I suppose I prefer slow burn where the affection grows as the people get to know each other.)

fake dating or secret dating. (Ugh, I like both! Though secret dating wins with Klapollo - dating in secret because Klavier's a rock star and they don't want the tabloid hassle.)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers. (This is how my relationships have worked in real life. We've always been friends first - at least for the relationships that have actually LASTED.)

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence. (Ack! I can't decide! *squishes Klapollo into one bed* vs LDR with Apollo in Khura'in and Klavier in Los Angeles/Tokyo?)

hurt/comfort or amnesia. (HURT/COMFORT. Finally, an easy one!)

fantasy au or modern au. (This one depends on the original setting. If it's a fantasy setting, a modern AU. If it's a modern setting, then a fantasy AU!)

mutual pining or domestic bliss. (Get it together, silly boys! Of course, I'm talking about Klapollo again. With some of my other ships, I prefer them to simply communicate and sort their relationship out.)

smut or fluff. (I like both BUT if we are simply talking about tropes in the absence of plot, I prefer Porn Without Plot to Fluff Without Plot. Fluff Without Plot leaves me feeling unfulfilled, like I ate candy floss when I wanted a meal. Fluff WITH Plot is fantastic, and I've written quite a few Teen-rated fics myself. Smut is definitely not essential for a good story.)

canon complaint or fix-it fic. (Fix-it!!)

alternate universe or future fic. (AUs are fascinating.)

one-shot or multi-chapter. (Depends on the story, of course. If it's high-quality, I can easily read 150k of fic in a night. What is this "bedtime" thing you speak of?)

kid fic or roadtrip fic. (I am not really a fan of either, but I LOATHE kid fic. Fan-created OC children make me break out in metaphorical hives. Though - I say that, and I would still absolutely love to read a story where Trucy (aged 25+) offers to be the surrogate for Klavier and Apollo, since she is Apollo's sister and has the most similar genetic makeup to him. I guess I'm more interested in the negotiations (will they accept it? Does Klavier even WANT children which are genetically his considering how Kristoph turned out?) than the actual part where a baby exists.)

reincarnation or character death. (NEVER character death, I hate it - and it's an actual squick to the point of being triggering with my main ship. Whereas reincarnation, finding each other again and again in different worlds over time - OMG I love.)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage. (Especially if accompanied by queer lawyers with legal shenanigans.)

high school romance or middle-aged romance. (Middle-aged fans demand middle-aged Blorbos! 35 is not "old", you teenage Narumitsu fans.)

time travel or isolated together. (Can't decide. As long as it's not a tragedy where they're separated by time, or where one is already a ghost while the other is alive, I don't much mind.)

neighbors or roommates. (No actual preference.)

sci-fi au or magic au. (Slight preference for magic, but only because SF is hard to write well.)

body swap or genderbend. (No preference, though I should perhaps observe that F/F Klapollo are barely any different to M/M Klapollo unless you're writing smut. Body swap, however, is hilarious because you have Mr Tall, Skinny, and Beautiful suddenly inhabiting the body of Mr Short, Buff, and Ordinary - and vice versa.)

angst or crack. (Angst with a happy ending. But I do love a good crack fic too!)

apocalyptic or mundane. (Mundane please. Apocalyptic fic stresses me out instead of being fun.)

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