#bus stations are like that too but i never see them near the bus station. not even bus stops. they dont like the bus. they think its shit.

[helen-with-an-a]

You always have an excuse

Hi. So this is a request and I really liked the idea. Hopefully, I did it justice. I hope you enjoy

Barca Femeni x reader

Description: R always has excuses but eventually slips up.

Word Count: 3.8k

Shit. Shit. Shit. You were late. You were so late. But it wasn’t your fault; indeed, honestly, it wasn’t your fault. Your parents were not the greatest at being parents. They had you when they were just 16 and far too young to be having children. Sure, they paid for your football stuff and gave you a lot of what you asked for, but it was to keep you quiet and out of the house. You didn’t mind too much. It was easier when you only had to look out for yourself, never telling your parents where or who you were with. You always had a range of excuses ready for anyone who asked – lying and telling your friend’s parents that someone else would be taking you home, saying your mum was just around the corner, she had work so couldn’t come to your matches. It was fine. You knew nothing different.

You signed for La Masia when you were 10. The training was intense, but you loved it. You thrived under the pressure, quickly working your way up the ranks. Your debut for the first team happened shortly before your 16th birthday. You had never felt prouder of yourself.

“And here we have it. At just 15 years old, Y/F/N Y/S/N, making her debut for FC Barcelona Femeni. She’s homegrown, working her way up La Masia ranks. She is definitely a future star.” The commentator said as you made your way onto the pitch. This is what you have been dreaming of since you discovered football. This was the dream that only some people achieved. And you were one of them. A professional footballer. Your life’s goal was achieved.

The game was an easy win. The other team was fighting a relegation battle, as Barca slipped 10 goals past their keeper.

“Vamos,” Patri shouted as she shook you by the shoulders. “A debut and a brace. Is that a Ballon d’Or I see in your future?” You laughed as she wrapped you in a fierce hug.

“Neña, what a performance, hey?” Mapi called as Alexia affectionately hit the back of your head.

“Where’s your Mamí? I’m sure she wants to see you after that performance.” You didn’t even bat an eyelid as you smiled sweetly at Marta

“Oh, she said we’d meet outside by the main gates – saves us from trying to find each other on the pitch and in the crowd.” You waved at the chaos surrounding you. You knew your mother was nowhere near the football stadium – you doubted she even knew you had a football match, let alone your senior debut. It was easy to slip away from the changing rooms; you had significant practice doing it most of your life.

And now you were running so, so late. You had woken up on time, but the food in the house looked a little off, so you rushed to get something from the bakery on your way to the bus stop. But the line was bigger than anticipated, so you were rushing to catch the bus. A man walking in the other direction wasn’t paying attention and crashed into you, causing you to drop your stuff and spill hot coffee all over yourself. That had disrupted your flow, and you missed the bus, having to wait 5 minutes for the next one, which wasn’t a big deal. However, the metro system was delayed. And now you were 10 minutes behind, and then the bus you were supposed to catch from the metro station to the training centre never showed up, so you had to catch an alternative one, making you 30 minutes late. You had texted Jona to tell you you were running late but you knew you had laps waiting for you when you actually got there. You arrived at the pitch hot, sweaty, and tired. This was not an ideal start to the morning.

It was a known ‘Alexia Rule’ that every minute late to practice without a reasonable excuse was a lap. As you arrived at the huddle, one boot on, one still in your hand and your shirt stained with coffee, you could tell she was unimpressed. With all your rushing, you had forgotten to think of an excuse. You didn’t want to tell her the real reason; you had a feeling ‘Oh, sorry Alexia, I’m late because my parents are really shitty, forget they have a kid sometimes, and they haven’t been home in over a week, and the food in the fridge looked a little funky’ would not go down too well. She arched an eyebrow at you.

“Um …” You floundered, thinking about what to say. You could tell her the semi-truth that the metro was delayed and you had missed the buses, but they thought you got dropped off at the top of the road by your dad on the way to work. You could tell them there was traffic, but they all drove, so they knew you were lying.

“You have 30 laps to run at the end of training,” Alexia had a stern voice that you knew meant she was serious. 30 laps? That was basically 10k. Your eyes widened to comically sized proportions. 45 minutes of running around in a circle … after training? She was trying to kill you; you were convinced of it.

“You can’t be serious?” You gawked at her. Her other eyebrow rose to join the other one.

“Deadly.” She said icily and walked away.

Holy fuck. You were really, royally fucked this time. You were so dead. You had to miss training. But again, it hadn’t been your fault. The boiler had broken in your house, which wasn’t a big deal – it was late spring in Barcelona, and you didn’t need heating. But you did need the hot water. You had tried to ask your parents to stay home whilst someone fixed it, knowing that you had training and they could definitely work from home for a day. They had dismissed you with a flippant wave of their hands and continued what they were doing. You phoned the company, asking them to come and fix it as soon as possible. But, as expected, they told you they would be there before lunch, which was the best they could offer. It was now 2.30pm, and there was no sign of them. You had texted Jona this morning, offering a weak excuse of feeling a little rough. You hadn’t expected him to tell Alexia that you were feeling bad, and it sounded like you were home alone.

The knock on the door had you running towards it – thinking it was the person coming to fix the boiler. “Gracias, Gracias. Es el …” You rushed the explanation, not realising that it was not a plumber but rather your irate captain. You froze as you looked up. Shit.

“You look fine, neña. You don’t look like you’ve … what was it? Ah, yes, ‘picked up a little something’.” She was far too calm. You could see her anger bubbling under the surface, though.

“Ale, I-” you tried to explain.

“No, no quiero escucharlo,” she cut you off, a hand raising to stop you. “You lied. You skipped training. Was it worth it? Was it so much more important than training?” She hadn’t bothered to come into the house, standing at your front door, a bag of things meant to help you feel better in her hand. “Here,” she shoved it at you. “You’re on the bench until you can prove that you want to be a part of Barcelona Femeni.” And with that, she stormed off.

Tears welled in your eyes. She hadn’t let you explain … but what could you say? ‘Sorry, Ale, my parents are arseholes and don’t realise that I have a life and a job as well’? ‘Sorry, Ale, I had to wait for the plumber to come and fix our heating and hot water, and no, my parents – the adults in the house – couldn’t do it because they think their time is so much more important than mine’? ‘Sorry, Ale, I’m currently trying to raise myself, and whilst I’m usually ok at it, sometimes I fuck up’? You couldn’t say those things to her. You couldn’t tell her how tough your life could be sometimes … most of the time. You couldn’t tell her that your parents don’t even know you have a game, let alone watch it or attend it. You couldn’t tell her you often wake up in an empty house for weeks because your parents jetted off somewhere again. You couldn’t tell her that you doubt your parents could even tell you your full name and birthday.

She thought you didn’t want to be a part of Barca. Barca was your saving grace. Barca was the only thing that got you out of bed. The friendships you made were the closest thing to a normal family you had. Jana, Vicky, Martina, Patri, Claudia, Bruna, Esmee, Salma … they were your crazy cousins, always making you laugh and willing to go along with your mad ideas. Ona, Aitana, Lucy, Cata, Mapi … they were your big sisters, always protecting you on and off the pitch and lightly teasing you. Ingrid, Caro, Keira, Mariona, Frido … they were the calming aunts that helped you through any predicament. Marta, Paños, Irene … Alexia … they were your motherly figures, the people you could always rely on to love you regardless of what else was happening in your life. Did they think you didn’t want to be there? Barcelona was the single most greatest thing that had ever happened to you.

You looked at the bag Alexia had shoved at you. It was full of healthy smoothies, nutritious snacks, and your favourite chocolates. You could even see a soft teddy instructing you to ‘Get Well Soon’. It made you sob even harder. Eventually, you moved to the sofa. Once you started crying, you couldn’t stop. You cried over everything – disappointing Alexia, having no hot water, being benched, your parents' dislike of you, your seeming lack of support system, how you appeared to fuck up the one good thing in your life. You cried yourself to sleep on the sofa, clutching the bag to your chest and feeling so incredibly sorry for both you and the girls you had failed.

The next morning, you looked horrific – puffy, red eyes, dishevelled hair, blotchy skin. You didn’t even try to hide it as you made your way to the bus stop, ignoring the weird looks thrown your way. You were in a daze as you walked through the metro system and onto the second bus, forgetting to hurry down the side alleys instead of the main road. You didn’t see Ingrid’s car as it drove past you, a concerned Mapi, Ingrid, Ona, and Lucy in it.

“Era que?” Mapi asked, pointing over her shoulder.

“Y/N? Sí, fue” Ona nodded.

“Why, though? She said she gets dropped off by her dad on his way to work.” Ingrid was just as perplexed. You seemed to know exactly where you were going and had stepped off the bus with an ease only known to someone who took the same route every day.

“Maybe it was a one-off? He couldn’t take her today, so she had to get the bus? Although I don’t know why she wouldn’t just ask one of us – she lives on most of our routes to work.” Lucy pondered, all of them confused over you.

“Hey,” Ingrid said as you walked into the changing rooms. You didn’t even smile at her, just nodding and moving to your cubby. “Um … so, how come you were on the bus?” You froze. How did she know you got the bus?

“It’s just that we saw you as we were driving in. If you needed a lift, you could’ve just asked; you know we’d all be more than happy to —” Ona explained.

“Yeh, my d-dad only told me this morning that he couldn’t take me the whole way, so … he dropped me off near the metro, and I just got the bus from there,” you lied, rushing to gather your boots and head to the pitch. It was a blatant lie. Your voice was too high, and your hands shook slightly as you tried to devise a realistic excuse.

“Todas sabemos que era una mentira, verdad?” Mapi looked around as the door swung shut.

The following month in training was awkward, to say the least. After your slip-up with the bus, you made sure to take the earlier trains, getting to training before most people had even left their beds. You figured you’d use the time to prove to Alexia and the others that you wanted to be there. You were still benched, but your name was still on the game day sheet, so you liked to believe they weren’t thinking of selling you or cancelling your contract after the season ended. The issue was getting home. If you stayed late, you were often questioned, but if you were seen walking out of the car park, you were also questioned. You really needed to learn how to drive ... quickly.

Eventually, Jona could no longer justify you sitting on the bench. Barca had the Champions League semi-finals coming up, and everyone noted your absence on the pitch.

“Y/N, you will be playing the next match. You’re going to be a sub around 60 or 70 minutes.” It was a short announcement, but you couldn’t help your heart soar. Did this mean they finally believed you when you said that Barca was the best thing that happened to you? Alexia still hadn’t looked at you since That Day, but she was no longer actively seething, which you took as a win. But now you would be playing in the home leg of the Champions League semi-finals. You were nervous, but not because of the match; you were on a 0 – 3 aggregate, and you were going to be playing at Camp Nou – it was an almost guaranteed win –but because you knew the team would be more suspicious of your lack of parents.

You decided to do what you always did – never look to the crowd, do a lap of the stadium for the fans, hurry back into the changing rooms, and slip away. Simple. Easy. You had been doing it all your life. But you hadn’t accounted for how attentive the team would be. They watched you wearily from a distance, concerned when you made no effort to look to the friends and family section during warm-ups or after the match when everyone usually went to see their loved ones. You stayed back, signing more things for fans, and then headed straight to the tunnel. After the celebration in the changing rooms, you gathered your things and disappeared before anyone could bring them up. You had mastered the art of vanishing like a ghost after matches.

But now it was the final. It was obviously an away game, but everyone’s family came. Even the coaching staff brought their loved ones. Not you, though. Your parents hadn’t known you’d left the country, let alone understood that you were playing in the most prestigious match in Europe for clubs. You were in the Starting XI, but you weren’t nervous. You knew you could win this match; this Champions title was yours for the taking. You didn’t realise that the fact that you had no family would be exposed the minute the final whistle went.

You played the full 90 minutes and an extra 5 for injury time. You were exhausted, but that didn’t matter as soon as the clock ran out. You had done it. Champions of Europe. The screams and shouts were so loud it hurt your ears, but you didn’t care. You felt unstoppable.

“Vamos, pequeña. Donde esta tu mamí? Quiero finalmente conocer a la mujer a la que debemos agradecer por regalarle al mundo contigo.” Mapi said as you sat on the grass, your medal around your neck.

“Más tarde. I just want to sit here and soak this all in.” You waved her away. She took you at your word but made meaningful eyes at Alexia, having an unspoken conversation as you moved away. Alexia watched as you leaned back, resting on your arms, legs outstretched, and eyes shut – head tilted to feel the sun on your skin. She waited for 10 minutes, watching you make no effort to see your family. It was the first thing she had done after the trophy celebration. She had run straight to her mother and sister, thanking them profusely for all their sacrifices and expressing so much gratitude towards them – throwing her sweaty body at them and tackling them into long, tight hugs.

“Do you want to see your family now?” It was the first non-football-related words she’d said to you in well over a month.

“No, I’m ok. I’ll see them later,” you dismissed her quickly.

“Do you know where they are? We could bring them down onto the pitch if you don’t want to stand up.” She wasn’t letting this go. She had an inkling that she hoped was wrong.

“It’s alright, Ale. Honestly. I’m fine sitting here, soaking this all up by myself.” You hadn’t opened your eyes, so you had assumed from the quietness she had moved away. “It’s not like you’d find them anyway,” you whispered as an unwanted tear escaped you.

“Qué quieres decir, cariño?” Your eyes snapped open, coming face to face with Alexia, Ona and Keira. You sat up, trying to hide your face.

“Oh, noth-”

“No me mientas. Dónde están tu mamí y papí?” Alexia asked sternly. You misunderstood her, thinking she was angry at you. You shook your head, refusing to answer.

“Neña, are your parents here?” Ona asked quietly, coming to sit next to you. You took a deep breath.

“No. They aren’t.”

“Do you want to phone them?” Keira suggested, hoping that it was just because they couldn’t take time away from work to attend in person. She also sat down, gesturing her phone to you as an invitation to use it. You took another deep breath.

“I don’t think they even know I had a football match, let alone a Champions League final.” Another tear slipped down your cheek. Alexia sat in front of you, reaching for your hands.

“Qué quieres decir?” She asked again, thumbs rubbing gently over the backs of your hands.

“My parents … I don’t really know how to say it,” you paused, Ona gently rubbing your back comfortingly. “My parents don’t really … parent?” You chuckled lightly.

“They don’t support you?” Keira asked, her hand resting on your knee.

“They don’t care enough. They leave for weeks on end without telling me. I get food and stuff like that on my own. I’m basically raising myself at this point. I don’t think they know I have a contract with Barca. I doubt they even know I play football. They just let me do whatever I wanted as long as I was out of the house, not causing trouble and quiet; they didn’t care. They’re lucky I haven’t turned into a criminal or something.” You tried to add a joke to lighten the mood.

“But you said you meet up with your parents after home matches,” Ona couldn’t imagine achieving half the things she did without her family supporting her from the sidelines.

“And you told us your dad drops you off every morning on the way to work,” Keira added, equally disbelieving – her parents were her biggest fans.

“Yeh, I lied. I just go home after matches. And I get the metro to training.”

“But training is nowhere near the metro, and you don’t live near a metro station either.” She still didn’t want to consider what you were saying to be true.

You explained, “I get a bus from mine to the metro and then a bus from the metro to training.”

“That’s why you were getting off the bus that day when we saw you,” Ona realised. She hadn’t trusted your story but had considered no other possibilities.

“That’s why you're late to training sometimes? Because of the buses and trains?” Alexia asked, her hands never leaving yours.

“Yeh.” You looked down, ashamed of your situation and lying to them.

“And that day when you missed training. You weren’t sick. What happened?”

“I … um … the boiler broke, so I had to wait for someone to come fix it. Which they never did, by the way. I had to phone some random company that massively overcharged me, and the water definitely doesn’t get as hot as it used to.” You babbled nervously. “It wasn’t because I don’t want to be at Barca. It’s the only thing that keeps me going, knowing that I have you guys looking out for me. It makes everything else seem not as bad,” you whispered, needing them to know just how important Barca was to you. You looked around. Patri and Pina tried to do the perfect chest bump as Jana and Bruna filmed. Lucy was chasing her niece and nephew. Ingrid and Mapi were with Ingrid’s parents, smiling widely as they talked. Marta and Caro were sat off to one side, talking quietly. You could see the others dotted around the stadium, talking to fans, speaking to parents, and enjoying the support.

“Cariño, I am so sorry,” Alexia implored. I shouted at you and benched you. I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t believe you took Barca seriously.”

“Why didn’t you tell us, neña?” Ona asked.

“We only want what’s best for you, kid,” Keira added.

“Um … I don’t really know. It doesn’t really matter. It’s been like this my whole life, so…”

“Cariño. It does matter. But we know now, and that’s all that matters, sí?” Alexia stood up, dragging you with her. “Let’s go see my family. Mi Mamí has been asking to meet you for ages. And before you say no, she already has plans for you to come round for dinner one night. Y en secreto, ella siempre quiso una tercera hija.” She said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as Ona took your hand.

“Oh, Eli will have to fight my Mama on that one, Ale. She always wanted a goal-scoring daughter.”

“Well, my mum says you are more than welcome to stay at her house if you ever visit the UK as long as you cook her paella.” Keira smiled.

Maybe your biological family was shite, but your found one certainly wasn't.

I hope you liked it <3

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[ooshu]

bus stop

summary: haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.

genre: fluff ! | word count: 1.1k

- haechan loves old stories. hell, he’s the king of hearsay and gossip. but his favorite genre? love stories--nostalgic and the most unusual ones.

he loves how his grandmother met his grandfather at a local bakery shop almost every single day. the two would often bump with each other every seven in the morning, en route to their school in the late seventies, then the rest was history.

he loves how his mother missed the train and his dad suddenly gave him a handkerchief when she cried for missing a job interview. desperate times, they said. it was the nineties. things were escalating quickly, and they had to chase the developments, even if they had to sacrifice some bits of their dreams.

but out of all the stories he heard, his favorite story is when his friend mark recalls how the two of you met.

haechan was sitting on the bus, two more stations until his next stop. then you hopped on the ride, and swear to god, you were the most beautiful person his eyes ever laid onto. you sat near him, and if haechan could actually burn holes behind your head, he thinks it probably would have happened.

then you suddenly gasped.

haechan, all alarmed, was waiting for your next move. he saw a man walking forward, looking for an occupied seat. he can see you were slightly panicking. you looked at every possible vacant seats, most of them were occupied. until you saw haechan’s, the other one being available.

you got up from your sit, backward facing the man whom haechan is most curious about is still looking for a vacant. then haechan starts to realize that you are coming in his direction.

you hurriedly sat down next to him, and haechan swears his heartbeat doubled and his heartbeats were beating so loudly, a person could hear if the air conditioner was not turned on.

haechan saw you desperately keeping your head down. your eyes closed, almost so forcefully. you let your hair do all the hiding, too.

then all of the sudden, “are you okay?” he said.

you jolted at the sound of his voice. haechan starts to panic as well.

“sorry, sorry!” haechan shook both of his hands open. i didn’t mean to—”

“could you pretend we’re together for a bit?”

haechan, who was confused, asked. “like boyfriend?”

“yes!” you whispered loudly. haechan saw the man looking at where you are seated. he starts coming on both of your direction, your eyes were still closed and your head still facing down, haechan figured it was time to do it.

so haechan extended his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders. you leaned toward him. it felt warm, just right, haechan thought. but he could still feel you were tensed.

he asked, “is this… tell me if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

“okay.” a faint voice he heard. haechan couldn’t help but to smile. on the other hand, the man is already set on his seat, a bit farther from where you are both.

haechan did not tell you that the man is not looking anymore, he does not know why, but he felt like you needed this the most right now. so he just let you be. hell, he did not even ask you why. he just straight-up trusted you. being such a simp gets him into deep shit sometimes, he realized.

haechan looked at the window and figured this was his stop. you, who is still bit shuddering, noticed he is reaching his bag while his arm is still wrapped around your frame. you looked at him and said, “can i… can i go with you?”

he no longer asked why. fuck it, haechan thought.

he removed his arm around you and he let you stand up while the bus is still moving, almost near the next station. haechan put his backpack on his shoulder and followed your gestures. and when the bus stopped, you slowly headed toward the exit while your head is still facing down. when haechan noticed you were near where the man was seated, he hurriedly followed you and walked clumsily. he did it to get the man’s attention to focus only on him, and not yours.

once you exited the bus, the wind slightly danced and grazed its touch on your face. the sun hit your pretty features, and haechan was again, starstrucked.

“thank you, oh gosh.” you said with a relief. “thank you, thank you!”

“it’s okay…” haechan chuckled. “can i ask why, if it’s… okay?”

“he’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“oh?”

“oh.” you copied him. he thought it was silly—a cute silly.

“yeah, he cheated on me and i kind of slapped him in the face, so…”

“oh.”

“yeah…”

you noticed his features. to you--this unnamed cute boy--had tanned skin. his body frame looks huggable, which was proven earlier, by the way. he is a bit taller than you but you would not mind looking up just to see him laughing while his head falls down because of embarrassment.

but shit. you have to go back to reality now.

“ah, shit!” you looked at your wristwatch. “i have to get to class. i’m sorry i—”

“it’s good! it’s fine.” haechan said. “happy to help.”

you moved a bit forward from the waiting bus shed and called for a cab. when the car stopped and your things were placed inside, you spared one last glance at haechan and said, “thanks, boyfriend. you look… good, by the way. hope you know that.”

haechan blushed. he reached for the cab’s door and closed it. and when the cab started hitting the road, haechan was left on the sidewalk, muttering shit!

he forgot to ask your name.

“and that’s why haechan’s the stupidest person to ever!” mark raised his voice, almost singing it in a happy tune. “exist!”

jaehyun and johnny laughed along. haechan looked defeated. even though he never got your name, it was still his favorite story in the world. it could have been his “and kids, that’s how i met your mother!” story, almost qualifying to how endearing his grandparents' and parents’ love stories were like, a one-of-a-kind—but the universe had other plans for the resident simp.

and so it did.

haechan, who came from the subway and headed toward the bus waiting shed, stood and listened to his morning playlist. he opened his can of orange juice to start his day. he did kind of struggle, though. the juice started flowing on the floor, making his black shirt a bit damp. he looked around to only see a garbage bin and an empty vending machine that could have had a pack of tissue.

then his eyes landed across the bus waiting shed.

there was you, eyebrows scrunched as if you were also trying to see who was on the other side.

and when you realized it was him, haechan started waving his free hand like a little kid. like, who the fuck cares if his clothes and other hand were now sticky, right?

you smiled, almost so beamingly, so lovingly.

and haechan never thought he would believe in fate until he finally and officially met you.

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[bomber-grl]

Hiro x Drop dead gorgeous!reader

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader

To say you’re good looking would be a severe understatement and everyone knew it

Even hiro had to admit that when he first saw you he had to take a moment to collect himself

Which only got worse when you got introduced to him and became part of the group

And of course, you eventually started dating

Hiro never said it out loud but DAMN

Seriously, you’re really good looking and even if he tries to act non chalant it was getting more and more difficult to ignore

He was always reminded of it too

You’d be walking to the bus station or maybe just walking back to the lucky cat cafe

But either way people would always be staring and those who were bold enough actually approached you to compliment you

Hiro was used to it, I mean he knew and everyone knew so it wasn’t some elaborate secret

But he did get jealous occasionally

Even if he tries shrugging it off more for your convenience

You’re obviously with hiro because you absolutely adore him and unfortunately you’ve been oblivious to his jealousy

That is, until you both are standing by waiting for honey lemon and the rest of the group while at SFAI

You’d just been chilling and goofing off like usual when a presumably student approaches you two

They completely ignore hiros presence and aim for you

They immediately ask for you to be their muse for their paintings and the other asks if you’d do the same but for their photographs

Eventually the group arrives and they (especially gogo) shoos them away and the rest of the evening continues

But it isn’t until you’re walking back to the lucky cat cafe after getting off a bus that some rando was near by and approached

Same old same old

But it was different, the person asked if you’d like to join their company and who knows what really

In the end they handed you a card for a modeling company and when you turned to a very confused hiro and explained how this was one of many cards you have in your drawer back home he was flabbergasted

I mean not only did you catch everyone’s attention and made hiro feel excluded by that but also making him feel insecure

Yea, actually shocking

You could tell hiro wasn’t in the best mood once you got back to his room and when you ask he just explodes

Not at you- just in general

He goes off on how he feels and his cheeks flush and angry red when he begins to explain his jealousy in a non direct way

He knew you’d tease him but when you hugged and reassured him instead he already felt better

Enough of the more angst hcs let’s move into the sweet ones

Best believe hiro was TEASED when you two first got together by the group

I mean it was so obvious how he couldn’t even look you in the eye at first because of how good looking you were

It was all just so funny and knowing you like him back made it even more so

Hiro is a menace and we all know how he often is sassy and just participates in gremlin activities

Butttt luckily for you you can use your looks and hiros weak spot for them to your advantage

He loves to tease you

All.the.time.

So when you’re finally able to you do it to the best of your abilities and go all out

He gets absolutely k.o’d

Which he 100% deserves

Honestly most times he’s just unapologetically down bad while simultaneously trying to avoid having you see his red ass face

He’s such a cutie patootie

He’d seriously be upset when some other guy approaches you with the idea of dating you

Doesn’t blame you for it tho

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #fluff #female reader #fanfic fluff #fluff headcanons #hiro hamada x reader #hiro hamada x gn reader #hiro x male reader #hiro x reader #bh6 hiro #hiro bh6 #hiro hamada #bh6 x reader #bh6 fanfiction #bh6 fandom #bh6 #bh6 the series

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Please make more PAVITR X READER PLEASE 🥺🥺

- Angst

- Fluff

- Jealousy 😍

ANYTHING PLEASE

Six Feet's Never Felt So Far [Angst]

Summary: Pavitr is only belatedly told you were in the bus with Gayatri, but now it's too late. TW: Blood and Injury, Major Character Death, Near Death Experiences A/N: you said angst..👉👈 As usual all Hindi words and nicknames are googled, sorry if they're wrong! '^_^

Pavitr Prabhakar, aka Mumbattan's friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man,  swung to the accident spot immediately, getting to work.

A bridge connecting two cites across the ocean had collapsed in the middle and vehicles along with people were falling. Pavitr swung in saving a few civilians who fell off the railings and set them to safety. Screams get his attention and Pavitr finds a brightly coloured city bus about to tip off the broken edge of the bridge and ran towards it. 

"AAAH!"

Spidey turned around at the screech only to find Mr. Singh, his best friend Gayatri's father and Inspector of the local police station, about to be smashed by a falling concrete peice with the little child he saved. 

He needs to act soon. 

Pavitr quickly calculates that the bus is approximately six feet from safety. He could do this! 

He shoots his web, catching onto the rear end of the bus and ties it to a pole. He shoots another web at the inspector, pulling him away from the debris and to safety. 

Seeing the policeman is uninjured, he turns to the falling vehicle dangling by a literal thread. 

"All of you, get to the rear end!", he yells to the passengers stuck in the bus, shooting more webs at it. 

His efforts grow stronger when he sees Gayatri trapped inside, shouting for help. 

Inspector Singh joins him and together they pull the vehicle back onto more stable parts of the bridge. The passengers stumble out one by one, shaking and shivering from the near-death experience. 

Gayatri comes out and Pavitr rushes to her, throwing his arms around his best friend. He couldn't live without her rants and incessant fussing. 

"Thank God, you're okay!"

Spidey quickly retracts upon realizing he's being too familiar for a stranger, stuttering out excuses that don't come out as smooth as he likes. 

Gayatri's horrified expression softens a little when she sees her father and rushes towards him with extended hands, panicking. "Papa!" 

"Mera beta", the policeman says, sighing in relief as he kisses her forehead. "I thought I lost you." 

"Papa!", she tugged at his sleeve anxiously, tears pooling at her eyes as she pointed towards the bus, "Y/n is in there!" 

"What!?"

Colour drains from Pavitr's face under the mask and he rushes towards the bus, frantically searching for you inside and under the seats as the Inspector follows suit. 

A choked cough catches Spider-Man's attention and he turns, finding you jammed into the drivers seat at the damaged front of the bus. 

You seem to have crashed your head into the glass, blood trickling down your forehead. Pavitr tears up and gently pulls you into his arm, carrying you bridal style outside. 

'It okay, it's okay, N/n is alive', Pavitr chants, convincing himself that he made it in time. He won't let what happened to Uncle Bhim happen to you too! 

He tries so hard to be strong for you, but seeing you almost dead shook him. 

"You okay?", he croaks, hoping his voice doesn't give him away. Tears roll down his cheek under his mask as he tries not to break. 

"Pa..pavu.."

It was your nickname for him, one only you and Maya auntie were allowed to call him. But in that moment Pavitr didn't care if you knew his alter-ego, all he could think was how he saved you from the brink of death. 

"Pavu? Is he your boyfriend?", he jokes, hoping to make you feel better. 

It's an inside joke between you two, saying 'this is their boyfriend' everytime you pick up each other's call. 

You smile weakly. "You're... Spider-Man?" 

He nods, blinded by the tears clouding his vision, aware that you have a horrible pun in line. However, his smile falls when he sees your eyelids droop; blood trickles down your nose and you're losing consciousness. 

No, no, no, no, NO-! 

"Stay with me, N/n, please", he pats your cheeks hoping to prevent you from slipping out of consiouness. "C'mon", he tries desperately, holding to you tight to his chest as he shoots his web onto the railings of the bridge, "Stay with me. Just hang in there, we're going to the hospital. Everything will be fine!" 

You wheeze, struggling to breathe as you heave, and go lax in his arms. Pavitr is content, until he realises you let go. 

No, nO, NO, GOD, NO! 

"Pavu.. I love you....." 

Your body goes limp in his arms and that's when the whole world ceases moving for him. His heart beat stops as he freezes in shock, unable to digest your death. 

No, no, it's not possible! He can still save you! You've just blacked out, that's all! 

He can't.. won't lose you like this. 

Gayatri begins to cry, holding her father for comfort who soothes her with moistened eyes; you were a like a child to him too. 

Pavitr's knees buckle and he sinks to the ground, the gravity of your death too much for him to bear. Guilt chokes his throat and he lets out a loud cry, holding your lifeless body securely in his lap -afraid that if he lets go, you might just disappear. His shoulders sag as he leans into you, cradling your face, resting his forehead on yours one last time. 

The other spider heroes arrive just then to witness the ever cheerful Pavitr break. It's not, afterall, too far from what they themselves have experienced at some point; such was the curse upon every spider hero. 

Tears soak through his mask as Pavitr watches life leave you, sobbing at his cruel fate. 

"Meri jaan.." 

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*Meri jaan means "my life". I learnt it from another pavitr hc Tumblr post '^_^

#atsv pavitr spidey looks more indian with his hair ngl #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader #spiderverse #spiderman india

[yyawnjun]

5.33am SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

a.n: it was supposed to be a short one-shot for my jealous!enha boys series…I don't know how a 1.6k wc one came out…and I don't think it's right for the series but it was so cool to write it😭

anyway...please let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff!! ; hoon being hoon ; a creepy man appears but nothing serious happens ; sign a petition for yn and hoon to say OUT LOUD what they think

Since you had to catch the bus at 5.30 am to visit your family, you did get up at 4.55 am as planned. Your mother's birthday fell on the day you moved away from your hometown two months ago, so you decided to surprise her.

You were lucky to discover a low bus ticket that would have taken you there in just five hours. Everything was unplanned; you bought it the day before and quickly packed your things into a small but comfortable rucksack. 

It was 5.10 am, and you were leaving the house. Your apartment was only 10 mins by foot to the bus station, so you did not rush. There was none around except for an old lady walking on the opposite side of the road and a few cars. Some birds were already awake, and the sun was rising, it was when almost everyone was still asleep or slowly people were getting up to start their day. A new day was about to start for everyone, your heart was light, and you were happy.

You were lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that you stopped yourself while looking at the clouds in the sky. You come back to the world only when a boy runner next to you screaming: "HE'S GONNA KILL ME IF I MISS THIS BUS TOOOO"

You did not even check the time; you started to run too. Because actually, your "natural clock" understood that you were late.

Indeed, when you arrived at the station, you looked at your phone which showed 5.33 am.

You missed your bus...and you could not even say it to anyone, because it was a surprise. Discouraged, you went to the ticket office to see if to buy a ticket for the next bus that would be passing in just an hour.

It was summer, so the natural light was already there, but still a bit of fear there was because you were alone, but it was replaced by laughter when you saw the boy, who had run earlier near to you, on his knees in front of the man in the ticket office begging him to find him a bus that would arrive there before an hour.

He was so funny while literally kneeling for a bus ticket at 5.35am. The man looked so annoyed, but after a good five minutes, his prayers worked. 

Indeed there was a special bus - the number 5 - that only for that day was active, and that would arrive in 33 minutes.

You never thought you could see someone's mood change so quickly; he would have hugged the man if there was no glass separating them. Happier than ever, the boy buys his ticket and turns to go to wait for the bus. That's when he notices you and guesses - from your amused expression - that you had seen the scene.

After a quick nod and a thinly veiled smile, he walks past you and goes to wait for the bus.

It was thanks to him that you found out about bus number 5, which was also perfect for you. So you immediately bought your ticket and went to wait patiently for the bus.

As you expected, you met the boy there again. He was seated on the only bench there, where you would soon be joining him. 

You greeted each other with a simple smile and head nod; by this point, you were companion victims of misfortune on that summer morning.

So you sat, put your earphones on, and waited while looking around and letting your thoughts run free. 

You could tell that he kinda did the same because after 15 mins you felt something - or better, someone - graving on your shoulder.

Yes, the bus would arrive in 33 minutes at 6:08 a.m., but the funny boy only after 15 mins of waiting falls on your shoulder.

You were a bit hesitant to wake him up because he looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He had closed eyes and a steady breathing pattern, and his lips and his cheeks were flushed pink. His dark black hair and eyebrows created a contrast with his pale skin and total-white outfit.

A mole on his note distinguished him, and knowing the legend of moles - it says they are said to be the place where, in another life, your soulmate loved to kiss you - you smiled.  When you had to gently touch him to wake him awake because the bus had arrived, you blushed a little more.

Oh yes, 18 minutes passed after he had dozed off on your shoulder...

You quickly got on the bus after waking him up, and he immediately boarded behind you after mumbling an awkward thank you.

The bus was so full of men at that hour, and most of them seemed to be surprised by your arrival.

You did not feel comfortable at all, but you decided to ignore everyone turning up the volume of your music and sitting in the only empty place. Luckily none was sitting next to you, you were safe you thought. 

However, you started to feel truly scared when you noticed a man, who must have been in his 50s, standing up and walking toward you.

As fate would have it, the clumsy boy, your company of misfortune also saw, and he immediately sat down in the seat next to yours. At that moment your music stopped, and you heart lost a few beats.

"Not gonna lie, that man creeped me out too. Hope it is okay if I sat next to you; I would never leave a pretty girl alone with someone like him" he whispered while still looking at that man with dead eyes.

Your eyes brightened in response to his words, and you thanked him. 

"Young boy leave that seat and let me sit next to the beautiful girl." Just hearing those words was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Instinctively, you reached for the boy's shirt hoping he would not leave you with that old man.

He wasn't going to let go, on the contrary, he said:

"She's my girlfriend, you'd better stop bothering her."

Your heart began to beat faster and faster, adrenaline and anxiety were invading your heart, and you felt helpless.

"Oh sure. I bet you just met her. Why such a beautiful girl should be with someone like you. Hmm? What do you say?" the man asked, turning to you.

He was about to answer back but you anticipated him by saying.

"You better shut up before I call the police. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.. and I don't need me to explain to you idiot why I am dating this handsome boy."

Now is the boy's heart that was beating fast. 

"The bus is moving. A message to the man who is bothering the girl. You had better sit down before you falls and the police have to meet you at the hospital instead of the next stop" 

The driver's voice was heard everywhere, and the timing almost scared you. 

Someone had also called the police, and the man would have been reported soon.

Even though you were safe at this point, your heart continued to race since so much had happened so quickly.

You eventually turned to look at the boy who helped you after the grumbling man had moved away from you.

"Thank you so so much. You saved me," you said, but he was not looking at you-

He was glancing down at the bottoms of his shoes while his hands were covering his face.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" you asked worried.

And he finally turned to you almost screaming

"SO WAIT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM HANDSOME?"

But he quickly tried to ignore your confused expression as he attempted to regain his calm and added, "It's nothing; I acted on instinct. I couldn't bear that creepy man would sit next to you. Hope you are okay now"

He wanted to finish his sentence with "pretty girl" because he truly meant it. Although it could have worried you, he chose not to.

Even though you too really meant what you had said - that he was a beautiful guy - you preferred to ignore his question too.

"I'm fine thanks, and nice to meet my name is Y/n."

"Park Sunghoon. My name is Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you" 

"Well Park Sunghoon if you also have to get off at the last stop, I guess we have a long journey ahead of us," 

"Yes y/n, but I think that by staying right next to you, the time will pass more quickly," he replied without thinking.

You nodded in agreement as you internally chuckled at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth. 

He was very kind and easy to talk to since you discovered that you had a lot of things in common - for example he too was going to the surprise party of a friend of his in the same city as you.

While talking you find out that you enjoy the same singers and songs, and that is how you ended up sharing your earphones while your playlist was playing.

Sunghoon however, fell asleep off again and let his head fall forward when the softer section of your songs began to play.

Oh, and the reason you gently shifted his head to your shoulder was for no other reason than to make him more comfortable…right?

serie> hee ; hoon ; jay ; jake ; sunoo ; jgwon ; niki

#I KNOW IT'S NOT JEALOUS BUT STILL #THAT TURNS OUT LONGER THAN WHAT I THOUGHT #should I make a pt2? #because #i loved writing this one so much #HOPE Y'ALL WILL ENJOY READING IT AS MUCH AS I DID WRITING IT #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhyphen #enha x reader #enhypen fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon enha #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #SUNGHOON X READER

[sxs-kav]

I saw Frozen Empire, so obviously I have to talk about it. Spoilers ahead.

Also disclaimer that these are my personal feelings, so if we disagree that's okay too!

So, overall I would rate the movie as good. Not my all time favorite in the franchise, I think that will always go to the original, but I enjoyed it. The story could have used a little work in some parts, but hey, nothing is perfect.

Favorite part of this whole movie: one Dr. Raymond Stantz, hands down. He is so cute as an old man-child whose enthusiasm hasn't waned the least bit over the years. Honestly, in Afterlife he seemed like he'd become cynical, but here his true nature really rang through. And I adore him being a mentor for Phoebe and the other younger characters, while also getting into mischief with them. That little sparkle in his eye when Phoebe asks "Aren't you retired?" No, Ray is never retired, he will always be ready to suit up.

I also loved in the police station when Phoebe was standing up to Dickless Peck, Ray had this face like he was so proud, like he could see Egon in her, memories of him saying "YOUR MOTHER!" 😆

The other thing I liked about the movie was the expansion of the Ghostbusters as a business, with the research lab. First off, I love that Winston, the one who didn't even believe in ghosts when he was hired, is now almost like the CEO of the company. But also, it opens up more possibilities for this new era and allows for more playing with the world building. Though I feel like it was a wasted opportunity to put in some easter eggs for TRGB. Unless the ghosts featured were in the (*shudder*) Q5 episodes, I didn't recognize any of them from the show. Then again, I guess they're newer ghosts so that wouldn't make sense, but maybe they could have been similar kinds of ghosts. Just as a small reference.

Other favorite parts include:

-The near-lesbian romance between Phoebe and Melody

-Ray smuggling the Mini Pufts from Oklahoma (because of course he would)

-Also just the Mini Pufts in general (why are they so violent?)

-The way Ray's face lit up when Peter came to the firehouse

-Peter being proud that Ray quit smoking

-Peter's unwavering faith that Ray's idea is good and will work, and saying they all trust him

-The library ghost (did they never go back to get her???)

-Gary saying the words to the theme song

-Janine in uniform!

-Slimer eating the pizza with the posesser ghost in it

Now, onto the areas that I felt were not as strong. First of all, I found it wild that Phoebe was being ousted by everyone without any kind of fight. She's the one that started the whole thing up again, she's got the passion, she's got the brains, she's got the glasses and the curls! Her mom says a grand total of NOTHING to defend her in Peck's office, and they all just accept that she can't be a Ghostbuster anymore. Yeah, they don't want to get sued, but it's just weird to me that they don't even seem like they feel that terrible that she got benched. Callie and Trevor are very callous about the whole thing. Only Gary seems like he gives a shit, and he's not even her dad. The way Phoebe's benching ended wasn't all that satisfying either. It would have been nice for the other three to maybe struggle a little without her, realize they need her to balance the team, and try to find a way to get her back. Winston was really the one that got Peck off their backs in the end, no thanks to anyone else (also, I'm pretty sure in that scene, someone in the crowd yells 'dickless' 😆).

Side note, I really don't like Callie's character that much. I think she's self-centered and doesn't seem to care about the kids' feelings unless the situation becomes dire. Maybe she does deep down, but mostly her attitude about everything stinks. Idk, I wouldn't care if she wasn't in the movie at all.

Anyway, back to the plot. I liked the idea of Phoebe's plotline. I wish they'd gone all the way and had her and Melody kiss, I really thought that was coming when she separated from her body. But I have an issue about that particular moment. The decision to suddenly put herself in the chamber like that seemed to come out of nowhere, at least I thought so. They made it like Melody was supposed to be the one tricking her into doing it, but she really never said anything to convince her. Phoebe just decided on her own to try it. I know she mentioned a couple of times wondering what it would feel like to be a ghost, but it wasn't a strong enough buildup to such a risky move. Honestly, when she asked Ray about him wanting to be a ghost, coupled with Winston saying Ray was going to get himself killed, I thought they were foreshadowing killing Ray (and thank God they didn't!).

They also hint at Phoebe specifically being the one that needs to be used but why? Anyone could have been tricked into the chamber and been controlled by Garaka for the chanting.

But moving on from that, the other issue I have is with the firemaster. He was a little too good at controling the fire after what, a couple of hours of practice? I think the character could still work, he could still be a quirky weird guy, but I think I would have made him more of a reluctant inheritor of his grandma's powers. Maybe he struggles with it at first and he figures he can sell the artifacts to Ray to get rid of the responsibility. Then later he can finally accept his fate to help beat Garaka when he starts believing in himself.

Those are the only major parts that I felt could have been tweaked. Besides that, I would have loved to see Slimer and Ray get a moment, just as a nod to their friendship in the show, but I guess they want to stick to one continuity. Of all the things they could have referenced from the show, though, it had to be the Junior GB 😆 It was just a throwaway line, but still, I don't want to remember they were a thing.

Tl;dr, the movie was good and there were a lot of parts I really enjoyed. For the parts that were weak, I'm confident there will be another in the future, so hopefully they'll keep improving.

Also, who the hell voted for Peck to be mayor? I bet he rigged the election.

#ghostbusters #frozen empire #peter venkman #ray stantz #egon spengler #winston zeddemore #phoebe spengler #janine melnitz

[rafeandonlyrafe]

legacy

words: 4k

warnings: violence? ig, finding treasure, evil ward

“i know you have it. so you better run y/n.” ward says, pushing his hat further down on his face. “because i’m going to chase you down and get my map.”

you stand there in fear, no point further denying. you know ward can’t do anything more now, as more and more people come out onto the street. he’s lucky that no one has recognized him already, he is supposed to be dead after all.

he walks down an alleyway, and you only stand still to process for a moment, before rushing to your car. you know ward has money. money to track you down and destroy your life, even from beyond the grave. he thinks you have a treasure map leading to some random treasure you’ve never even heard of but apparently is buried somewhere along the outer banks. you haven’t the furthest clue what he’s talking about.

you drive home, knowing you don’t have much time before ward is going to send his people to your house. you grab a backpack, stuffing a change of clothes, all the cash you have on hand and some waters in it, as well as some packable food. 

you grab your cell phone, with the idea to plant it on a bus and watch it drive away, unsure if ward will somehow be able to track it, but knowing it’s not worth the risk.

you pause by the door, before running back to your bedroom and grabbing your favorite book, one passed down from your grandfather. you add it to the backpack as well, wondering if you’re going to regret the added weight later. 

the sound of a car approaching makes you hustle away from the house, walking along the backyards instead of the sidewalk. the car ends up driving past your house, but you know you’re low on time. you rush to the bus station, dropping your phone into someone’s bag on the ground, not staying to see them taking it onto the bus.

you’re not sure what the plan is, other than having to evade ward for as long as possible. you know there’s no point going to the police, they’d never believe you that ward is alive and after you, especially not with your previous run-ins with the law.

you grew up a kook, which is why you were able to afford your own house on the island, but you never were truly in with them, and your calls about class consciousness and wanting more wealth equality was not taken well by your neighbors, but it only radicalized you more, joining in on protest for a number of social issues, resulting in you getting jailed a couple times overnight for disturbing the peace.

you blame your grandpa for the radicalization, he amassed a large fortune that could have secured your family for generations to come, but he chose to distribute most of his wealth to various charities, while still leaving a sizable chunk to you.

you thought it would put you on bad terms with ward’s son, rafe, considering how he was especially cruel to the pogues, but there was always a spark of kindness he showed towards you, like you had wiggled a little way into his heart to make him not as evil. it gives you hope, knowing he’s just a product of his environment, like you are yours.

you head towards a more isolated part of the island, hoping to hunker down for a few weeks until it all blows over, ward unable to keep hidden or to move on to the next crazy obsession.

you enter into an old barn, climbing up to the second story carefully, not sure how structurally sound the old wood is as it creaks loudly under your every step.

you get to the top, cringing at the decomposing hay, but sit yourself down near the mostly boarded up window, watching through the slats as the rising sun moves higher into the air. you pull out your book, making sure to take a hearty drink of water. you know that one major advantage of hiding from ward is being able to go out in public, whenever it’s too busy, he can’t show his face without getting recognized.

you start to read the familiar book, one you first remember being read to you by your grandfather. it’s titleless, and grandpa would always just call it the adventure book. the cover is brown leather, and you dive into the familiar words to pass the time.

you don’t even realize how long you’ve read until your stomach grumbles, realizing you’re already halfway through the book and the sun is high in the sky, glittering through the small holes in the tattered roof.

you pull out a granola bar from your bag, eating it quickly and putting the wrapper back in your bag, not wanting to leave a trail when you eventually leave the barn. you go to pick up your book to begin reading again, but pause as you hear something approaching the barn. it sounds small, but it could be someone creeping carefully closer.

you creep to the edge, peering over the fence, listening carefully to the noises. you let out a breath of relief when a racoon scurries into the barn, only to run out a minute later. it reminds you that this is a wilder side of the island, and that you need to be careful of bears and alligators.

you head back towards your spot, finishing your book as the sun sets in the sky. you situate yourself to sleep, glad for once you’re a light enough sleeper to wake up if someone began to approach. despite spending most of your day sitting and reading, you’re still exhausted and fall asleep quickly.

surprisingly, nothing wakes you up until the sun shines through in the morning. you give a big stretch, downing a water bottle instantly to relieve your dry mouth. you decide you can’t stay in the stuffy barn any longer, packing everything into your bag and heading down the ladder. you make sure to quietly walk, and keep your ears open as you head towards town, needing a real meal.

“hey y/n.” you hear as you enter the small diner.

“hi ma’am.” you smile, taking a breath of relief when the hostess is one of your closest friends mom. maybe you can whisper what’s happening to her, but you don’t want to put anyone else at risk. you decide against it as you order a meal, ignoring the people staring as you scarf down an entire burger at 10 in the morning.

you order another burger to go, packing it up and putting it in your backpack, not wanting to stay in one place for too long. you pay and give your friends mom a big hug, much to her surprise, but you honestly just need some good human contact.

you head out the door, looking in both directions, wondering if heading back to the barn is the safest idea, when you see him. your eyes both widen as they make contact.

“wait!” rafe yells, but it’s too late, you’re already running down the street, hearing his footfalls behind you as you head through an alleyway to evade him.

you tuck behind a wooden fence blocking off an entrance to an apartment, hoping to hear him run past, but his footsteps slow down when he doesn’t see you still running. 

“fuck.” rafe curses, unaware that you’re so close you can hear him.

“rafe?” the voice has your blood running cold. despite running, you’re really not scared of rafe, but you’re fucking terrified as ward. ward would stop at anything, while you don’t think rafe would hurt you personally.

“did you see her, son?” ward asks.

“no.” rafe’s answer confuses you, he absolutely saw you. “i thought it was her, but i think it was just someone who looks like her.” 

you don’t have any time to process rafe protecting you as the door to the apartment opens. you turn with wide eyes, shaking your head no and holding a finger up to your mouth, hoping the elderly man won’t say anything and alert ward to your presence, but as you see his mouth open, you know it’s too late.

“this is private property!” you cringe at how loud his voice is, hoping you can get the jump on ward and rafe by jumping up and quickly running, but they’re on your back in no time. you’re glad you ran track in school, pulling ahead but not by much.

you spot the elementary school up ahead of you, closed for summer, but you know from your rebellious teen years exactly where the tricky window that doesn’t lock is. you make a sudden turn towards the school, ward and rafe overshooting the turn onto the grounds from the unexpected move.

you round to the back of the building, opening the window quickly, letting out a silent apology to mrs. lindstein, who is still in this same classroom after all these years as you step on her bookshelves to get in. you shut the window the best you can behind you, hoping ward and rafe didn’t see. 

you rush out into the hallway, just in time to hear the door slam in an adjoining hallway. they must have found a door left open, most likely there’s a teacher working on her classroom set up as autumn is quickly approaching. you run as quickly as you can into a classroom, glad to see the desks are piled up from the floor being cleaned, making you have to crawl under one to get through.

rafe enters before you can hide, and you know he’s seen you, but he doesn’t shout for ward to your surprise.

“rafe, please.” you whisper as he climbs over the desk. 

“i’m not gonna hurt you, y/n.” rafe says, reaching out to you as he approaches, moving like you’re a wild animal ready to strike.

“your dad will.” you whisper, backing up towards the wall.

“i know. that’s why i’m with him. i knew he’d find you first, so i pretended to help him, let him think i was on your team, but i don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

“let me go then.” you plead.

“he’s having us check every classroom. his guys are already on their way to cover the exits, they might even be here right now. i can convince him you slipped away, that i didn’t see you in here, that you must have got out before we covered the exits, but i need you to hide, now.”

you glance around the classroom, having no better option than to trust rafe.

“i don’t know if he’s going to have his guys search the school. probably not, but you’ve got to keep yourself hidden until i can come back for you tonight.”

“okay.” you whisper, letting rafe lead you over to a cabinet. 

“i’m so sorry but you have to get in, baby.” rafe opens up the cabinet door, taking a glance at the classroom door, knowing he’s running out of time before his dad is going to get suspicious as to why he’s taking so long to clear one classroom.

you take your backpack off and climb in, thankful for the air vents at the top providing you not just fresh air, but also cooling it down a little as you situate yourself in a seating position, deciding you’ll wait until nightfall and if rafe doesn’t come back, then so be it.

“wait, rafe-” you call as he goes to shut the door.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling down to get on your level.

“why are you helping me?” 

rafe bites his lip, unsure how to word it, but then decides words won't suffice, leaning in and kissing you gently. “i won’t let him hurt you. i promise.”

you’re not sure what to say in response, so you just nod, letting rafe carefully shut the door. you rest your head against the wood, closing your eyes and breathing gently, not wanting to make any movement until you were sure that everyone was gone.

“was she in there?” ward asks, and your ears strain to hear the conversation happening in the hallway.

“no. i think she must have slipped out already.” rafe replies, your heart now skipping a beat at his voice, remembering the soft feel of his lips against yours.

you can’t hear the rest of the conversation as they walk away. you wait a couple hours, completely bored. once your stomach starts to rumble, and you remember the burger you’ve saved in your bag. you unwrap it as carefully as you can to avoid noise, holding back the moan as you take a bite, still tasting just as good fresh now, but your hunger may be clouding your mind.

you finish it and your second to last water bottle before leaning your head back against the wood, closing your eyes. you don’t even realize that you’ve drifted off until you’re woken up by the sound of soft footsteps approaching. light doesn’t shine through the vents anymore, signaling you must have slept for several hours and night has fallen.

you pray that it’s rafe, you have nowhere to run if it’s someone else. 

“y/n?” you let out a breath of relief hearing rafe’s voice. you throw open the door, running into rafe’s open arms.

“it’s okay, i got you.” rafe says, letting you hide your face in his shoulder as his hands slowly rub up and down over your back.

“where’s ward?” you ask, voice muffled by his shirt, but you don’t want to pull away, not yet.

“i convinced him you had some family in charlotte and were probably hiding out there. he left me behind to watch over tanneyhill.”

“thank you rafe.” you say, leaning back to look him in the eye.

“i’m… i’m sorry it took me so long to see what was happening with my dad. it took him wanting to hurt you to realize what was happening.”

“it’s okay.” you say, pulling him into another hug, relaxing into his touch. 

“here, i brought you food and water.” rafe says, pulling you to the floor so you don’t have to stand and eat.

“thank god, i’m starving.” you say, sitting criss cross and grabbing the sandwich he brought you, eating it quickly.

rafe watches you eat with a small smile on his face, leaning forward and kissing your forehead as you finish up. the little picnic would be romantic if it were under different circumstances.

“thanks.” you blush, thinking about your kiss.

“is it… can i… nevermind.” rafe shakes his head.

“no, what is it?” you press.

“can i kiss you again?” “yeah.” you nod. “yes, of course.” you move closer to rafe, letting him kiss you again, your lips softly gliding over each other, able to take more time now. you pull away, but don’t go far as rafe’s arms wrap around you, and you lean into the side, both of you just needing the feel of each other.

“what is it that your dad thinks i have?” you ask, tracing a shape on rafe’s thigh.

“oh the map? you do have it.” rafe says casually, making you sit up and look at him.

“what do you mean?”

“you don’t know?” he asks, seemingly genuinely surprised.

“no, i have no clue what you’re talking about.” you admit.

“that book your grandpa gave you, you have it with you right?” rafe asks, and you nod, pulling the book out of your backpack, not even hesitating before handing it to him.

rafe opens up the book, placing a finger down on the very first page. you give him a confused glance before realizing he was pointing at the map, describing the fictional land from the book.

“that’s-” you’re about to say it’s not the outer banks, but you grab the book back quickly, flipping it over so you’re viewing it upside down, the shape of the outer banks quickly coming into view.

“how did i never realize?” you ask, mostly to yourself.

rafe laughs gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “wanna go find it?”

you look up at rafe, eyes widening. “for real?”

rafe nods, looking at the book with you. “can you tell where it is?”

surprisingly, it is close to the barn you were hiding out in yesterday. “i know exactly where it is, but it’s under water now.” it’s not uncommon for the banks to change, and if you’re looking at it correctly, the X that marks the treasure is near the edge of the swamp.

“let’s go check it out.” rafe says, standing up and giving you a hand up, leading you out of the school with your hands intertwined. despite rafe saying that his dad is looking for you in charlotte, you’re both extra careful as you head towards the docks.

“it’s old, but this is my family’s fishing boat. it would be the least noticeable if we take this one.” rafe says, leading you onto an old but well kept boat, still large enough to have a small enclosed area in the hull.

you cuddle up next to rafe on the bench next to the helm, enjoying the cool breeze on your face as he easily guides the boat to your location. 

you open up the book again, lit by the moon, as you try to tell where along the coastline it may be. “i think maybe 100 more yards.” you tell rafe, and he slows down. you eventually point to a spot, guessing it should be there. rafe pulls closer before examining the area, right on the edge of a swamp. the water isn’t deep, only around a foot at the spot you think it’s at, and it shouldn’t be too hard to get to.

rafe goes to jump out of the boat and swim the rest of the way, but you place a hand on his arm, stopping him. 

“sharks, rafe.” 

they’re rare in outer banks, but this area is a wilder section, and you really don’t want to risk anything.

“i guess it can wait until morning. don’t want you to worry about me out there.” rafe says with a laugh, pulling you into him. “you can go down to the cabin, i’m gonna anchor us.”

you head down the couple steps to the small cabin, noting that the bed is a single sleeper and very thin. you quickly change your close into a fresh pair you have in your bag, throwing the dirty clothes into a corner just as rafe comes down the steps.

he sits down on the bed before beckoning you over. you stand in front of him fingers coming up to toy with the loose ends of his hair that hang over his forehead.

“how are you doing?” rafe asks, placing his on your hips, thumbs gently rubbing.

“okay, i think.” you admit. rafe nods, but doesn’t look completely happy, knowing that there’s emotions bottled up inside of you, just waiting to come out.

“let’s go to sleep, yeah?” 

you’re honestly not sure if you can sleep, but you nod, letting rafe lie down before carefully getting on the bed, having to lay on top of him due to lack of space, but he doesn’t complain at all having your head on his chest, his arms around you.

it takes you a while to sleep, but rafe’s soft breathing and the gentle rocking of the boat helps you drift off.

//

“i think i see it, babe!” rafe says, much to your surprise, considering he’s only been digging for a few minutes, the water immediately displacing any of the dirt he moves.

rafe has forced you to stay on the boat, insisting that he can do all the dirty work and you can stay safe and dry.

“no way!” you shout in disbelief with a laugh, watching as rafe leans down, reaching into the hole and pulling on something heavy.

“there’s still too much sand on top of it for me to pull it up, toss me that chain.” you toss rafe the chain, and he is able to connect it. he hops in the boat, soaking the floor, but you’re too excited to even care as he puts the boat into drive as you watch the chest come unstuck.

“it’s free!” you shout to rafe, who quickly stops and maneuvers the boat as closely as he can in the shallow water before hopping out, now able to push the chest onto the back of the boat.

“holy shit.” you say as he hops back on, giving him a wide-eyed look. “we really found it.”

“goddamn i can’t wait to open it. kiss me first though.” you completely ignore how soaking wet his clothes are and press into him as your lips meet, bodies flush.

the rush of emotions suddenly bursts out of you, tears rolling down your cheeks as you kiss rafe.

“you okay, princess?” rafe says, wiping away your tears, giving you a couple pecks across your cheeks and forehead.

“yeah, yeah.” you nod. “i just can’t believe my grandpa left this for me to find.”

rafe smiles at you, running his fingers over your cheeks before kissing you again, letting you relax against him for a moment.

“let’s open it.” you say excitedly, turning towards the chest, realizing that there’s a lock on it. “rafe.”

“i don’t have any tools to get it off on the boat.” rafe sighs. “we’ll have to take it back to land.”

“wait!” you go down to the cabin and grab the book, bringing it back up to the light to examine it closely. “grandpa wouldn’t just give this to me, lead me to the treasure, and not give me a way to open it…” you check the spine of the book, pressing and pushing it until a small piece of the leather flips back. 

“the key!” you shout, pulling it out of where the pages bind to the backing.

“holy shit, babe, you’re a genius!” rafe says, taking the key from you and working it into the lock. it takes a minute due to how aged it is, but eventually it clicks open, and you’re able to open up the chest, revealing gleaming gold bars.

“it’s half full?” you question, but still reach in and pick up a gold bar. to be honest, it’s closer to a quarter full.

“y/n… do you know how your grandpa got his fortune?” rafe asks, picking up a gold bar for himself.

it never crossed your mind before. “no… do you think he found it and then reburied it for me to find?” “he must have. i mean, this is still a lot of money but…”

you know what rafe is saying. it isn’t really a life changing amount, not with the amount of money you both already have. 

“i think i have a good idea of what to do with it though.”

rafe looks at you with hope in his eyes, “what is it?” //

it’s been two weeks since you’ve found the gold, and you dropped off the last bar today. while it isn’t a life changing amount for you, it can be for some people, and this was yours, but mostly rafe’s, way of giving back to the outer banks, distributing the gold to the people in the area who need it most.

“i’m so proud of you, you know?” you ask rafe, running your hands through his hair as you lay on your sundeck. rafe has moved in with you after walking away from his dad, who was pissed about not getting the gold, only until he found out how little it actually was.

“for what?” rafe says, nuzzling his nose into your side as his head rests against your stomach.

“you gave up that gold when you could have kept it. you chose to use it for good.” “you’ve changed me.” rafe says, turning so he’s hovering over you. “and i love you for it.”

you smile up at rafe, looping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down into a kiss. “i love you too.”

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[lalalenii]

For the past year and a half, I really struggled taking care of myself, especially when it came to cooking. I used to live with an elderly roommate who unfortunately was hospiced due to her COPD about two years ago and died shortly after. I lived with her for over five years, and from the beginning, we had a very close relationship that felt more like family than anything. I cooked almost every night. After coming home from work, I used the time in the kitchen to unwind, I loved trying out new recipes and navigating my vegetarianism and her weirdly specific food preferences. I liked the physical work of it and the act of service it let me provide, especially during covid and when she kept getting sicker.

After she died, and I moved to my own place I stopped cooking. It was probably for a multitude of reasons. Grief I didn't recognise as such, my relationship hanging on a thread and all the energy it took from me. Me having to navigate living on my own for the first time, navigating a household on top of my 40hr week + 5ish hours for my side job, but sadly probably also that I tend to feel more motivation when I perform tasks for anyone other than myself. Even though I knew that I enjoyed cooking, I just rarely did it. Instant noodles and ready meals, ordering takeout... it just all felt so much easier. I was also away from home a lot so buying groceries would often result in them going bad.

So for the past 1.5 years, I frequented the pretzel stand at my local train station a lot. I got breakfast and/or lunch there multiple times a week. So often, that the people working the stand would recognise me. There was this elder Turkish woman, who had a really kind face and was always nice, even though she probably gets paid jack and has to get up at 5 or something. But seeing her always kind of made my day. I always walked away with a smile, feeling a little bit better about everything. She was so unpretentiously optimistic, a hard worker and as far as I could tell always nice to her colleagues. She always greeted me and wished me a nice day. Until one day, she told me that tomorrow would be her last day.

I was really touched that she considered to let me know. Let me know that she wouldn't be part of my routine anymore, despite us never exchanging more words than "one spiced pretzel please" "that would be 1.50" "with card please" "thank you have a nice day" "you too!"

I hadn't actually planned to go get pretzels again the next day, but I just had to, and I also took the opportunity to tell her how much her kindness meant to me. That I saw her kindness and that I appreciated it and that her smiles made my day better.

That was that. The following week she was gone and I went about my life, buying pretzels, struggling through my job and my relationship. I saw her every once in a while helping out at the stand – I was so elated every time and even if I didn't buy pretzels I made sure to at least wave at her in passing.

Months later, things changed. I gathered the courage to quit my job, to uproot my life. It was a risk but it paid off. My commute changed. From one hour to 25 minutes – what a luxury. My commute also now runs in a completely different direction. I take the underground to the town over and then get onto the bus. The added free time from the shortened commute is such a relief and while at least I manage to pack lunch every day now I'm still not very settled in, so I hit up the local bakery for some breakfast. I always get the same thing and after the salesperson stopped asking whether she can snap the cheese pastry in half to make it fit into the bag when I came in for the fourth time this week I decided I needed to change it up. I didn't want to become the cheese pastry girl. So on Friday, instead of the bakery I went to the local pretzel shop. I didn't even think about it too much. It's really the only other option near the station I switch to the bus. I was in a hurry to catch the bus, hoping that the woman and her child before me wouldn't also go into the shop, because if I missed the bus I'd have to walk and I'd be later than intended.

So I walked in. And what happened next honestly felt like the most stupid and clichéd movie scene. I did an actual double take. Because there behind the counter was my lovely, elder Turkish pretzel sales woman. I didn't even consider she just switched to another shop, I assumed she retired or did something out and only helped at the other stand occasionally to cover shifts or help out during rushes. But there she was, in all her glory. And when she saw me, we both laughed. It felt so ridiculous. We have no connection besides her selling me pretzels but the familiarity she brings into my life and into my morning routine was such a comfort. I don't know how she sees me, if she has a lot of customers like me but I do know she recognises me.

"I work in the neighbourhood now" I said as I stop laughing and she bags my regular order. "I'm stationed here now" she says and I tell her I'm happy to see her. I genuinely mean it.

"See you on Monday then," she says cheekily and although I was planning to cut the habit of getting breakfast at the bakery I make a promise to myself to stop by at least once a week. For the god-awful addicting spiced pretzel and for the kind woman who makes my day brighter without even meaning to.

#story time with leni #my coffee is cold now

[zoeykallus]

Hey, um, so I'm the anon who asked about the helping the teenager in the bad situation. I wanted to tell you that I'm ok! I'm not in an abusive situation, or ever was. I'm honestly shocked that you took the time to answer that 😅 and that you were so concerned, people usually aren't. But I just wanted to tell you I'm ok, and thank you for checking in. 😊💖

Very glad and relieved to read this 😅 My apologies, I just wasn't sure. Sometimes the one or other ask makes me worry for people 😅 Okay as I promised, you get your HC's 😊

The Bad Batch Headcanons - Reacting To Abuse Of A Minor (Teen)

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Abuse/ Strong Language

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Abuse comes in many forms. It's not just, physical/ violent or sexual, there is also verbal and psychological/mental abuse. If any of you reading this may feel like being in an abusive situation, reach out to someone around you, an adult you trust. Teachers, neighbours, other none abusive familiy members or parents of friends. Ask them to help you reach out to the proper authorities, you don't have to do this alone. There are hotlines for this kind of thing too, you can find them online. There is no need to be ashamed, it's not your fault.

Summary: For a little while now, at a store near Cid's bar, they witnessed a young teen getting treated poorly, abusiv by a parent. At one day it's just to much to ignore. Here is each batcher's reaction....

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Hunter

He can sense and smell the fear and the unease of that shaky, nervous kid. Never making eye contact, always ducking the head, quiet. He doesn't like what this looks like. Hunter saw new bruises when a sleeve slipped up as the kid worked in the shop. He sighs, feeling uneasy himself. How could he help? Seeing the father, who works the counter, talking down at the kid and the kid ducking like a beaten dog is too much, Hunter snaps.

"Hey asshole!"

The man is looking at him, surprised, a little angry too, but mainly surprised.

"Is this how you treat your own child?!"

Hunter leans on the ounter, both hands down, his look so piercing it could burn holes into dura-steel.

"Next time you think about raising your hand or voice against the kid, you are dealing with me"

"This is none of your bus-"

Hunter grabs the man's collar and pulls him half across the counter.

"I made it my business, if you like it or not"

He's not making empty threats, Hunter will have an eye on the situation whenever he can, even asking Cid to get involved when he can't be around. And he will keep his promise to deal with the man.

Echo

He's angry, grinding his teeth. He thinks that piece of bantha crap shouldn't even be allowed to be around kids, let alone have any. Every time he enters this shop, he feels an uncomfortable tingle under his remaining skin. Seeing that kid, with bruises, the way the kid moves like a beaten, scared dog. It makes him very uneasy.

He didn't really plan to say it out loud at first but he does.

"What kind of person beats his own kid like that?!"

The man behind the counter, the father of the kid looks up, critically. Echo can see he weighs his chances of beating him. A part of Echo hopes he tries so he has an excuse to beat that kriffin son of a bitch up.

But he doesn't.

Later that day, Echo want's to talk to the kid alone.

"Hey kid", Echo approaches the teen who looks up at him with big eyes "If you ever need a place to retreat or need any help, come to Cid's bar. You know where that is?"

The kid nods.

"Good. Now do you see that Omicron shuttle back there on the landing station?"

Another nod.

"That's my brother's and my ship. Whenever you see it and need help, that's another place you can go to"

Echo smiles softly and adds, "Don't give up on yourself kid, it's not your fault"

Wrecker

He can't understand at all, why anyone would hurt their kids, in what way ever. Any kind of abuse is a riddle for him. Wrecker just thinks people are supposed to love their kids and he's not wrong. Whenever Wrecker is in that shop, the father sitting behind the counter, is talking down on his kid, who's doing all the work in the shop. He saw the bruises too. The first time he didn't think much of it. Kids get in troubl sometimes. But by now he knows what's going on and it makes him sad aswell as angry.

He frowns looking down on the man behind the counter.

"Feelin' strong beatin' up your own kid?"

"What?"

"You heard me", Wrecker grumbles.

The man is looking up at Wrecker, he won't pick up a fight with him, he knows that. But he wishes he would.

"Now listen you little shit! If I see any new bruises or hear about you treatin' your kid badly again, I'm coming over and the two of us will tango a little. Got that?!"

The man is not responding, just staring up at Wrecker with clenched teeth.

Wrecker looks at the kid.

"Hey kiddo, if you ever feel like gettin' out of here, go to Cid's and tell her to give you a room. Tell her Wrecker sent you, I'll pay for everything okay?"

The kid blinks, nods meekly and whispers, "Thank you, Sir"

"Nah, don't 'sir' me kid, I'm Wrecker"

Tech

Calm collected Tech may seem a little aloof sometimes, because he's constantly lost in thoughts and calculations. But he is anything but aloof. He's deeply compassionate and sympathetic.

He didn't completely miss what's going on with that kid, but the extend just hit him right now as he sees the bruises on neck and arms. Dark blue, purple and red spots. Weals in places where the child was probably beaten with a belt or similar.

Tech frowns, he's not talking to the man behind the counter, he approaches the kid right away.

"Good morning", he says, friendly with a little smile.

"Morning"

The answer is quiet and careful.

"May I ask how you got hurt?", he asks directly even if with a soft voice.

The kid looks up at the tall man, then to the father, back and forth.

"I fell"

The man in the backround says, "Yeah dumb kid has two left feet"

Tech shoots the man behind the couter a dark sideways glance. Before smiling softly at the kid again.

"Those are not wounds of a fall. You sure you don't want to tell me? Maybe I can help you"

A head shake and the kid hastily looks at the ground.

Tech sighs and walks over to the counter.

"You are beating your child, aren't you?" Tech asks.

"Even if so, what's it to you?"

"I don't like it"

"And what you gonna do about it huh?"

Tech sighs, "Getting myself into trouble I guess"

He picks a device from his belt and shocks the man behind the counter who hits the floor hard.

Tech looks at the startled kid.

"Sorry you had to see this"

Tech puts the device into the kids hand. He explains how to use and charge it.

"I can't do much else aside from offering you to come to Cid's and let me and my brother keep you safe. It's your decision. Until you decide, that device should keep your... father at a distance"

"My father will get his friends and come and get you", the kid warns.

Tech smiles, "That's okay, I'm not alone"

Crosshair

Chewing his toothpick he walks into the shop. He's not surpised to see new bruises on the kid. The man behind the counter, the father, always get's nervous when Crosshair walks in, getting super polite and friendly. Maybe it's that little something sinister that he seems to emmit, that stern, gloomy look. Always critically and quiet.

The kid doesn't dare to really look at Crosshair either. The sniper walks up to the counter, it's the first time he's speaking.

Crosshair is speaking low and snarling,"Do you wanna die an agonizing, slow death?"

The man behind the counter blinks. Looks up at the Sniper, gulping.

"No.... of course not"

"Then stop treating the kid like crap"

Crosshair's look burns into the mans face.

"Understood?"

"But-"

"Did you understand what I said?", Crosshair interrupts.

"Understood...."

Crosshair nods, bends over the counter, coming intimidatingly close.

"Good for you. If I have to hear or see you treating the kid badly again, I'm gonna take my time treating you like you deserve. Never forget that"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[sillypiratelife]

Modern au silly little Zoro headcanons based on stuff I see normally in Latam:

He's the one friend that falls asleep as soon as the car starts moving and awakes on his own when they are near their destination, like it's magic or something.

Hates protein bars and protein milkshakes because a lot of them are sweet tasting.

Genuinely the one that hangs on the sides of the open bus door and rides there when the bus is busting with people. Never falls.

Overly respects the sacred ritual of drinking a couple of beers before and a lot of beers after the regular softball/baseball game with the pals.

He actually has a favorite liquor store. They send him new stuff to taste all the time and it is on the house.

The bank would call him saying that someone is trying to retire money from his account not knowing that it's literally him trying to pay.

Big Bro of the whole neighborhood, whenever he comes around he gets dragged into five different houses to chat and eat and he ends up having to join a basketball/baseball game before he's allowed to leave.

Probably the type who doesn't care about football ⚽ that much, so the "alpha dudes" look at him with suspicion.

Oblivious to how dangerous certain areas are because he's the Danger in the streets, which means it's useless to ask him to suggest a place to eat (he'd eat literally anywhere lol).

That one asshole friend that is not bothered by the mosquitoes. Theory says that it's the not showering that aids him.

Carries three freaking pocket knives with him at all times, instead of his swords.

He doesn't wear jewelry except for his three earrings. He has gotten in a lot of fights with people trying to steal them from him (yes it's real gold, it makes him look like a criminal).

Instead of a bandana, he wears a baseball cap backwards. If he rights it, it's game over for the person he's about to completely destroy.

The metro workers already know him and would help him get into the actual station he needs to go to. It's safer for him underground than when he's on his own in the city streets.

Actually a great dancer, he's just too busy drinking at the party and he is not particularly interested in finding a dancing partner. He learned to dance as extra training for his arms legs coordination and found out that he was a natural because he has good ears.

Gets money from helping people move out. He's the one who the elderly people of the neighborhood call when they need extra help with anything, also the one the kids wait for every summer because they want to play with him. A man of the people.

He's lonelier when he's traveling around for his tournaments/competitions. The straw hats always make a point to at least send one of them with Zoro if not all of them can go.

Before the straw hats, Zoro barely used his phone. After the straw hats, he had to put it in mute because they won't shut up. He loves them a universe for that, not that he'd say it.

#shan blogs about one piece! #roronoa zoro #sillypiratelife headcanons

[platrom]

Nadir Night

NOTE: Hi everyone, I’m sorry for the terribly long wait! I was a bit clueless on how to continue the story, but I hope this will suffice! Please take the note that Venom speaks in Eddie’s head and his text is italicized. However, there are times when certain words are italicized to symbolize Venom or Venom’s emotions.

This is part 2 of “Forgotten Feelings!” There may be another part, who knows?

PART 1 / PART 2 (HERE)

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Eddie had never crossed as many red lights as he did that morning. He had never been so forgetful.

Careless- he was.

Reckless- he was.

Inconsiderate- he could admit that at times he checked that box. But forgetful?

Never. Not until now.

He had missed his anniversary with his loving partner who had been waiting for him to notice them all day. For him to remember them. For him to be a decent partner.

He had failed them.

That’s not shocking, Eddie.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, tightening his grip on the handles of his motorcycle.

He hated that voice in his head sometimes. That voice (Venom) found it entertaining to make his life even more difficult. He loved to nag him over and over again about his minuscule and gargantuan mistakes. It was always a habit of Venom’s, even when they both first “met.”

Nonetheless, Eddie slowly learned to withstand the taunts. He had to, or else he would lose Venom.

At one point, maybe he did want Venom gone. However, with time and growth he realized he needed him as much as the air he breathed.

So, he taught himself for the better. He learned to become patient and understanding; understanding that Venom was not used to the norms of the human world and needed someone to guide him. He learned more about his emotions, too. He took the time to understand who he wanted to be and didn’t want to be. He finally recognized that in this journey of life, there were paths he should and shouldn’t take. Now, he knew which he wanted to pursue.

This was not one of them.

He didn’t expect to see a handful of people walking at this time. Though, it made sense. The city was beginning to awake. Birds were chirping mellifluous tunes and obnoxious engines were being revved. People filled the streets, rushing towards cars and to the nearest bus and train stations. Albeit, it was all background noise to Eddie. All he could think about was you.

You, his unfortunate partner.

How did someone like you end up with him? How did someone so loving end up with him?

Why did he even pursue you?

He loved you, right?

You love Anne. It’s always been Anne, Eddie. It was never _____.

Was that true? Eddie was never a vocal type of person. He preferred to speak through his actions.

Did his actions prove that to be true?

Most of his nights were spent with Anne after he got off work. He would always call her to help him with Venom. He and Anne would eat dinner and go out for drinks together. They would walk around New York together. Eddie had been at Anne’s place a couple of times when Dan was out.

But he spent time with you occasionally, right? That was better than nothing!

If you believe doing less than the bare minimum is a good thing, I think I’ve chosen the wrong host.

Eddie sighed, slowing his motorcycle down as he neared towards your shared apartment. “You’re right.”

Stepping off his motorcycle and into the building, he eyed your apartment window.

What do you plan on doing, Eddie?

There’s movement behind the curtains, your beautiful figure walking past the window. He couldn’t tell what you were doing, but hoped you weren’t pacing. When you paced, it meant you were stressed, worried, or overwhelmed. Or all three. He couldn’t always tell. He didn’t want this to be the end. He didn’t want to hurt you.

But he had. It was time he faced the consequences.

Finally, he entered the building. “I don’t know, Venom. I really don’t.”

——

It hurt.

It hurt more than you ever wanted to admit. Your partner, your one and only, your other half completely forgetting about you on your anniversary?

That stung like a bitch.

You had done everything imaginable for Eddie. You had poured your life and soul into him- impacting him in every way possible.

You were there for every step of the way.

You held him the nights he sobbed uncontrollably.

You dragged him home when he was black out drunk.

You took care of him when he was sick or hungover.

When success struck, you congratulated him. Truly, you got Eddie back on his feet. You knew that; he knew that.

No one could deny the truth. Yet, this was how he treated you?

You couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t be treated like the gum on the bottom of his shoe anymore. All you did was give and all he did was take.

It was toxic. You had to admit that now.

Maybe that’s why you were currently packing your bags. Two suitcases were filled to the brim with all of your clothing, makeup, skincare, belongings, and jewelry. You would come back for your furniture, cooking utensils, books, and other miscellaneous objects later. For now, all that mattered was that you left.

Maybe that’s why when you heard a motorcycle drive to your apartment, you grabbed your suitcases, keys and wallet, and sprinted down the steps and to the back of the building. You threw the door open and tumbled into your friend’s arms, panting.

Maybe that was why after holding each other for what felt like hours (but not enough hours), you threw your stuff in the back and sunk into the seat, whispering a broken and tired “drive, please” as tears slipped down your face.

Maybe that was why you shut off your phone to ignore every single one of Eddie’s attempts at reaching out to you in hopes of finding your location.

Maybe that was why you laid on your best friend’s couch, head in hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Did I really deserve this?” you cried, body stiff and eyes tired. A pair of warm arms wrapped around your torso, cradling you into their chest. Your face was smushed into their body, wide eyes staring up at their kind and tender ones.

“You didn’t deserve this, honey,” they cooed, rubbing soft circles into your shoulders. “He’s just a dumb boy who doesn’t know when he struck gold even when it flashed him in the face.”

You snorted, a thin smile growing. “If anything, I’m the idiot. Loving a man whose heart was never mine in the first place.”

Their fingers glided along your skin, fingertips brushing with the smallest strokes. Each touch left you sighing in content, sated by their touch. The same type of touch Eddie never gave you.

It was touch of love- albeit not the romantic kind, but nonetheless, love. It rotted your teeth and sent endorphins gushing through your bloodstream. You felt yourself become lighter and your heart loosen. The fog that once covered your mind dissolved.

Slowly, the exhaustion of heartbreak, worry, and trouble settled upon you. It crept into your bones and brain, letting your eyelids flutter shut and body melt into the warm embrace of arms cuddling you.

You didn’t recognize the feeling of a warm cotton blanket falling over your body, a gentle hand stroking your hair, and chaste kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Goodnight, ________.”

Maybe this was your happy ending.

#female reader #eddie brock x reader #eddie x reader #venom angst #venom x reader #venom fic #x reader #anne weying #eddie x anne #venom #heartbreak #venom 2 #venom movie

[jlawbenn]

For those reading @fazcinatingblog ‘s vague posts and my one post:

The story of how I nearly died in Sydney.

We were heading to the Giants V Collingwood game (the first mistake) in Homebush or whatever they call that stupid area so we caught the ferry but it’s so stupid, the ferry stop says Sydney Olympic Park but it’s actually nowhere near Sydney Olympic Park and we thought we just had a 10 minute walk.

15 minutes later up a hill we were exhausted.

We waited for a bus to take us back to Sydney Olympic Park train station which was all fine and all but the stupid thing is, there is a very high and unexpected step that I’ve never seen on any Melbourne bus, any Sydney bus, any Queensland bus, right where the Opal/Myki card touch off machine is.

Laura had stumbled down the step literally seconds before me but I hadn’t seen as I was trying to touch my stupid card off and had my sunglasses on. There was absolutely no way for me to see the step. I thought I was just walking, then I felt myself miss the step and I felt myself falling, but I was like ‘I’ll catch my fall I’ll catch my fall it’s just a bus step’ then it all went to severe pain and that’s all I remember, I think I woke up a few minutes later to Laura in my face asking if I was okay and holding my sunglasses, and another lady picking me up holding a packet of tissues because my finger and arm were pouring blood. I’d smashed my forehead on the concrete, I thought my hat had saved me but it hadn’t. My phone from where I touched off was still in my right hand, completely outstretched and slightly on the ground. My bag landed in a stupid position too. The bus driver forced me to give my details so I couldn’t sue him and he didn’t recognise my suburb address and then realised I’m Victorian and proceeded to tell me Victorians have no idea about public transport. Lmao okay mate.

Laura kept saying we could go back to the hotel whenever we wanted but after such a horrid run all I wanted to do was sit. I was kind of dizzy and didn’t know which way was up and some stupid GWS worker kept trying to give me this orange high vis vest that I was ready to burn.

When we were sitting I could barely watch the football. The lights were absolutely killing me and I felt so incredibly nauseous, I could have thrown up. The fans around us kept bagging Ash Johnson out and I kept bagging Lachie Schultz out. Laura said she’d spoken to me several times but had to repeat what she was saying as I just wasn’t with it enough to even hear her. She later described this to the paramedic as ‘very reserved’.

I noted that during the game I could not move my finger for the bad pain and it was still bleeding through the bandaid Laura gave me.

At 3qt I couldn’t take it anymore and could feel myself physically dropping with sleep - very unlikely to happen to me at a loud football game. I knew I had a concussion but I had no idea if I’d be safe enough to fly home the next day. So we found a St John’s ambulance team somewhere surrounding the stadium, Laura came in with me. I had to show them my driver’s license as I couldn’t remember my own birthday or address anymore, I nearly wrote Laura’s address as my own at the hospital. At St John’s I was beginning to violently shiver and I felt freezing. Laura had nothing to do other than sit along and watch me worsen. They did a blood glucose test or whatever that finger prick is, that was fine. Blood pressure was very high for me - they all say 130/60 is normal but that is not normal for me, mine is always low. They checked my pulse and then I remembered I had to tell them I had no spleen and show them my medical ID, something the Royal Melbourne and my haematologist have drilled into me whenever I’m in an emergency, I started to wish I had of given Laura my brother’s contact number, or even Patrick’s contact details so he could have stayed back in Sydney and helped if needed, or if anything got worse and I wouldn’t be able to leave. Or even my daughter’s Nan’s friend who’d came to the game and had a son playing in it.

They told me I should get an ambulance, I didn’t have to but I should - I was like yes I have to, I can’t risk this getting any worse with a flight tomorrow. And I didn’t want to be having seizures or anything at the hotel and leaving poor Laura to deal with it - frankly, she’d dealt with enough. I also wondered if by the time I made it home I’d be with it enough to look after my own children.

I sent Laura back to the hotel in Sydney because she wasn’t an immediate relative and I know due to my having no spleen they always put me in an isolation unit anyway, with strictly no visitors allowed. She asked the paramedic if she should stay or go. The paramedic said she didn’t know. Laura repeated her question. I told the paramedic Laura does this a lot, is never able to decide. Eventually Laura decided to leave - I was more worried about her spending the whole night sitting in the emergency department’s waiting room with a bunch of drug addicts going off tap. I’m still sure we made the right decision but now I realise just how concussed I was that I completely forgot I could have messaged or called my brother’s mate Patrick or his girlfriend, they were right there at the game! I’d lost it completely. All I could think about was my head pain.

The ambulance took a whole quarter to arrive and then they took an hour to leave the venue. I had secretly hoped I’d be taken to the RPA or St V’s - just because I know they’re slightly if not more better, and my details are already with St V’s Melbourne. Nope. They cook me to the concord hospital. The paramedics were so rude - the male one had a go at me for wearing bracelets and said ‘would you just take them off’ and then asked me, on four occasions if I was on drugs or alcohol. I said no, I only smoke cigarettes. He made me call Laura to confirm this, and to confirm details of the fall. And all I could think of was how much Laura hates phone calls.

My head pain was getting so much worse so they gave me this green whistle thing - from then on I had entered a new planet. They took me into the hospital and for not long we had to wait in the corridor behind an old guy in a neck brace with a green whistle who was beat boxing. Or attempting to. And my bitch paramedic took one look at me and said ‘I wish my patients did that, I always get the obnoxious ones’ like gee thanks.

I was asked to fill out a form - GREAT THING TO DO FOR SOMEONE with A CONCUSSION CONCORD - I could barely even hold the pen. I filled in my details as best as I could but under country of birth I accidentally put Croatia - I meant USA. I’d lost it completely and even messaged Laura saying I was born in Croatia. Like Jesus. They soon took me in and made me undress, putting me in a gown and a neck brace and then I wasn’t allowed to move from 11:30pm to 7am. The back and neck pain were torturous. The head pain was murdering.

The pain drugs soon knocked me out before I had remembered to message Laura about what hospital I was in. I was just gone, in another world. I woke up at 1:30am for a nurse to take my blood pressure and pulse. Still very high. She took another blood sugar test and that was fine. Then she left me to rest. Then the bladder awoke and I was busting.

I called for a nurse and thank god I got a nice one - Kim - who explained I had to use a bedpan. If you don’t know what a bedpan is - you simply don’t want to. I had forgotten all about the bedpan when I was in hospital for a concussion last year - the Alfred, actually - and basically they make you kinda bend your knees and lift your butt and then slide the thing under you and then you pee in it, lying down. Very uncomfortable. Very gross. And then they wipe you up much like how I wipe my baby daughter up with baby wipes. So strange to write about also. That was much better - then they left, I updated Laura holding my phone in an absolutely ridiculous position because I couldn’t move my head or neck and arrived to a million photos of Trent Bianco. She’d fallen asleep but awoken to - and experienced a part at the Wynyard station. Sounds like she had fun. I told her where I was and what was going on and went back to sleep for a few hours; there was nothing else to do and I was very concussed.

An hour later Kim came and took my obs again - still high - and gave me a cup of ice because ‘I looked thirsty’. Unfortunately that cup of ice made me had to pee again and an hour later, Kim and I were doing the bedpan again. I could not apologise to her enough.

I called my sister in law - she and my older brother are really my only blood contacts that I’m very close to and that aren’t my children - she couldn’t believe it but at the same time she could because ‘you always leave Collingwood games more injured than the players’ she’s not wrong. I called my cousin too, but I don’t remember much of what she said because I was gaga again at that rate. Laura was on and off texting, obviously asleep herself. She deserved the rest.

At around 5:30 6ish they took me through for a CT scan - both the nurse and I had to scream at them a bunch of times NO CONTRAST as I am anaphylactic to it. The CT scan was nothing to write home about, nor the ridiculous way they slide a yellow thing underneath you and move you from bed to bed. Xray was nothing to write home about other than his name was Jordan and he said I have a good name. I went back to the room and slept again for a bit. The doctor came and told me I had a fractured finger, fractured rib (I’ve only just recovered from another two fractured ribs from Collingwood’s premiership) and a concussion, but that I was okay to fly, I’d just be in a lot of pain. I was discharged at 6:40 and everyone was texting me to get an Uber. I just got the bus and train. The rest of the way was fine but the real bad pain started again at the Sydney Airport when I attempted to sleep on the floor or on Laura’s shoulder - but her shoulder was too Italian so I couldn’t sleep without hearing the lyrics to That’s Amore. I had a micro sleep on the plane but the rib pain was so so bad.

So in the wise words of Darcy Moore’s sister Grace;

[lazysailor]

27 Tommie

The day after he went out to get new clothes, the storks had to get out of the hotel due to them being found out by other kids. But now they seem to have a sudden change in budget. Instead of having to rob gas stations and steal, they were able to afford to travel and get the materials they needed.

Instead of them being just being a group of storks with no interesting name. They were now referred to as “Egret Academy”, a name made by Starkey.

Right now they were traveling on a charter bus to who knows where. Kayden was asleep next to him on his shoulder. He had noticed she hadn't got that much sleep lately, he didn't know why though.

Since Kayden seemed safe at the moment, he took his main focus to the others around him.

He had taken note that lots of the kids in “Egret Academy” looked up to Starkey and that they blindly obeyed him. If Starkey had told one of those kids to jump off a cliff that kid would probably do it in a heartbeat.

Tommie hates the thought of people looking up to Starkey. He had figured Starkey didn't do anything that important that could cause him to be looked up to. 

He was just another guy to him that loved having power and control..Like his “mom”.

Tommie looks over to Kayden who is still asleep next to him. He could see eye bags that started to develop under her eyes.

He then promised himself to never let Starkeys ideas get to her head.

..

A couple days later they ended up at this camp..what was it.? Tommie was sure it was called redwood something, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Him and Kayden were standing under a tree taking in its shade. The other kids were running around, climbing trees, basically acting like kids for once. Starkey was somewhere, probably busy talking to the owner of the camp.

Tommie was enjoying the temporary peace and quiet when Kayden suddenly started trying to talk to him.

“Y'know I went camping once..” She says with a somewhat awkward tone.

He wasn't that interested in her story, but she didn't seem to notice that.

“It was sometime during the day..My parents were relaxing in the lake house we rented and my brother suggested going out to find snakes.” She starts telling him.

“We both went out to a forest that was near the lake and he found a water moccasin assuming it was a rat snake.” Kayden continues.

“The start of my vacation was ruined by him since we had to go to the ER and give him some kind of vaccine.” She finishes.

Tommie doesn't say anything to her about her story and she lets out an awkward laugh.

Before she could try to continue her conversation, she just walks away from him.

Now he stands under the shaded tree alone. He makes sure to stay a bit guard, he doesn't know when everything can go wrong again and he assumes Starkey could possibly betray them in the future..

..

Later that night he and Kayden set up camp near the rest of the kids.

Tommie looked at Kayden for a few moments and debated in his head.

“Should I tell her about Starkey? Or should I just wait till later?” He thought to himself.

“It's better to just tell her now, I don't know when Starkey could betray us.” He concludes in his head.

Tommie sits up on his sleeping bag and looks over at her.

“Kayden, I need to tell you something.” He says to her.

“What is it.?” She asks him.

He takes a second to gather his words.

“It's about Starkey, I think he can't be trusted.” He starts off.

“He's been too kind to all of us and I don't want you to fall for anything he promises us in the future.” He tells her.

“I know that.” She simply says.

He was surprised by her response.

“What?” He says in confusion.

“I know that Tommie, I obviously can't trust everyone here. That's just stupid if I did.” Kayden tells him.

Tommie stares at her for a few moments while feeling surprised and confused by her.

Then she spoke up again.

“Plus I don't plan on staying here for long.” She says.

“What do you mean?” He asks as he feels some kind of anger build up inside of him.

“I plan on leaving the storks once I find Avery.” She tells him.

“But he's probably dead by no-” He tries to say but he gets cut off.

“He's probably at a harvest camp right now and I just have a gut feeling he's still whole.” Kayden adds on.

His anger was now being replaced by jealousy.

“She just couldn't abandon him once she found this guy!?” He thought.

“She has to stay with me! I can't let her leave!” His thoughts said.

“Kayden, you don't have to leave soon as you find him.” He says to her.

Kayden gives him an annoyed look and ignores him.

She lays back down on her sleeping bag and faces away from him.

He doesn't say anything to her annoyance towards him.

Tommie stands up from his sleeping bag and walks away in frustration towards the wooded area.

He makes it a bit away from camp and sits down on the ground against a tree.

He knew that Kayden had her own personal goals.

But he wanted her to stay and be with him so bad.

All because she reminded him of her..

..

It was a nice summer day, Tommie and his younger sister Bella were walking around the neighborhood. Bella was riding on her bike while he just preferred to walk.

She started picking up the pace on her bike and started to speed past him.

“You're too slow!” She shouts as she rode past him.

He laughed a bit at her.

“Not if I get past you first! Then you'd be the slow one!” He says as he starts to run up to her.

She laughed and started to ride across the street.

But before they both noticed a car sped down the street, the driver wasn't paying attention to the road.

The car then crashed into Bella

Tommie remembers to this day the sound of her screaming in pain.

The fact the driver tried to move over her body like she wasn't even there.

The sound of sirens quickly approaching the scene.

All while Tommie stood there and watched in shock..

..He learned later that the driver was high on some kind of street drug and that he was sent to jail for murder.

He remembers the police bringing him back home and when the policeman left him alone with his “mom”.

She yelled and hit him blaming him for killing his sister even though the accident was so quick and he couldn't do anything about it..

One week later he found out he was sent to be unwound.

..

Tommie didn't want Kayden dying on him..

He needed her to live for his sake..

#unwind fanfic #unwind #unwind dystology

[loudsnapdragon]

BIG MOUTH. Explicit. 35500 words.

College is a fresh start for Steve, and he's trying to be a better person, he really is, but the attempt would be way easier if Jonathan Byers wasn't acting so butthurt all the time.

But then, maybe that's Steve's fault for following Jonathan to his bed every night, and not once, taking the chance to talk about how he really feels.

(excerpt under the cut.)

‘I’ve gotta go.’ Jonathan says, quietly, shoulders sunk down. It reminds Steve of that first time, when he dragged Jonathan from the common room; and Jonathan froze up near the end, like he was bracing himself for the punchline, even though there wasn’t one then; but now, maybe, and it's landing on Steve.

He starts getting dressed, and Steve does too, because he feels too vulnerable asking these questions without his socks on. ‘Was it the phone call thing? Like- that won’t happen again, so don’t worry.’

‘No. No, just, my little brother is visiting tomorrow. I need to tidy my room, need to meet him at the station.’ Jonathan says, staring at his bootlaces as he ties them. ‘His bus arrives pretty early.’

‘Oh. Cool.’ Steve says, annoyed that Jonathan’s lying, because they don’t have much, but they don’t lie to each other, not normally. ‘I didn’t know you had a brother.’

Jonathan nods, does up his zipper and pulls on his suede jacket. Steve sits on the bed, sheets creased and pooling by his bare knees, feeling dumb and embarrassed, but stupidly, he’s not nervous about trying again. ‘You sure you’re okay? Like, with Tommy and everything?’

Jonathan sucks in his lips, like he’s making his expression as small as possible, trying to reveal as little as he can, which only does the opposite. Steve’s not a clever guy, but he can make a guess at an expression like that. He could say goodbye, give Jonathan an easy exit, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t push, but he waits for an answer, waits to hear why Jonathan doesn’t trust him. He isn’t normally difficult like this.

‘I didn’t know you were still friends with Tommy.’ Jonathan says, eventually, carefully cool.

Steve shrugs, lets his hands fall onto the bed. ‘I mean, yeah, we hung out all the time in school. We go to the gym together, and he’s like, the only other guy from Hawkins who goes here, so it’s not like I can ignore him.’

‘What? The only other guy from Hawkins?’ Jonathan says, eyes going steely. ‘What does that make me?’

‘You’re different.’ Steve says, instantly regrets it. ‘Like, you’re different from Tommy, but it’s also like- well, we never hung out in high school, ya’ know? You were always doing your own thing.’

‘My own thing.’ Jonathan repeats, without emotion. ‘That’s what you call it?’

Steve falters, scans over Jonathan’s body before talking next, seeing the way his hand is tightly grasped around the strap of his messenger bag, his nostrils slightly flared. Out of anyone he’s ever met, Jonathan is the hardest person to read. Makes everything strange and quiet. Steve works harder, looking at Jonathan.

He skips a couple steps, maybe, but he tries to say the right thing. ‘Look, you know I’m sorry about how we were in high school.’

Jonathan snorts, ugly, takes a step towards the door. ‘You said sorry.’

‘Yeah, I did, and I mean it dude, I promise.’

‘Yeah, I remember.’ Jonathan seethes, ‘You said sorry, not Tommy, and now you guys go the gym together.’

Steve doesn’t like it, how Jonathan’s turning this into something it doesn’t have to be. Steve apologised, ages ago, a month after moving into dorms, and approximately a week prior to getting over the whole shame-of-liking-dicks conundrum. They bumped into each other at that party, and he got it all out, said everything he’d been rehearsing with Robin days before. He thought they were over this.

He’s not certain if he’s angry because; Jonathan isn’t over it, or because; Jonathan’s so hard to fucking read that he only just realised that Jonathan isn’t over it; whatever reason, he’s angry, and he doesn’t hide it.

‘I’m not Tommy’s fucking babysitter, I can’t make him say shit.’

‘Fuck- fuck…’ Jonathan stutters, going pale, because he gets embarrassed when the stutter comes back. ‘I’m not saying that.’ He pauses, arms holding his sides. ‘I just thought… I thought you weren’t like that. Not like Tommy, anymore.’

‘He’s not that bad.’

‘He is, Steve, he used to be a fucking asshole.’

‘That was high school!’ Steve says, waves his arms, annoyed and pent up. ‘I thought you were over it. You might even like him nowadays if you tried to talk to him.’

Jonathan’s jaw tenses, white veins illuminated by the light from the small lamp. ‘I’m sorry, but if you expect me to ever talk to Tommy, then you’re even dumber than I thought.’

‘Fuck you.’ Steve says, not shouting, but doing a bad job at hiding the hurt. ‘Maybe I should hang out with Tommy more, then, if I’m so dumb.’

Jonathan shakes his head, looks down, moves an inch closer to the bed, ‘no I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-’ but Steve’s not letting him get away with that.

‘I mean it- like we’re actually really similar, me and Tommy, like we listen to the same music, and he actually comes to my swim meets, and he even tries with Robin, more than you do.’ He says, hoping it stings. ‘I don’t, actually, have anything in common with you.’ He shrugs, makes a show of it.

Jonathan is at the door, tilting his head, looking at Steve like he’s shit on his shoe. ‘You’re right, we don’t have anything in common.’

‘Yeah, I’m right.’ Steve says, already losing conviction. ‘We’re not friends. We just have sex.’ And the belief disappears before he’s even finished saying it.

#stonathan #stonathan fic #posted on ao3 #explict #steve x jonathan #jonathan byers #stonathon #stranger things #college au #stranger things college au #friends with benefits goes wrong #no one is surpised #posting this before i have the chance to second guess it #too late already did #stranger things fic

[dianasourflower]

what about the bus?

ps i know it doesn't snow in la but rn. imagine i does. also y/n speaks Spanish therefore the nicknames(i ain't spanish sorry if I get some wrong, pls comment if i did...)

I've never ever ever done this before pls be nice...

pairing: vinnie x influencer!fem!y/n

genre: fluff

img creds: @writer-in-theory and tiktok

word count: 583

summary: it's winter and Vinnie brought y/n to the ice-skating rink. when they were done, Vinnie found out his car just got towed. y/n then suggested they go home by bus. but none of them realised they'd fall in love that night

"Babe, come on. I wanna go home!" Y/n said staring at the freezing, falling snow as Vinnie sat and stared at the tow truck that just drove away with his treasured car sitting on its back.

"but- What- I-""baby, we'll get it back tomorrow, i took a picture of the logo. we'll find it, i promise." Vinnie finally took his eyes of the car that was out of eyeshot almost 5 minutes ago.

"How else are we meant to go home? i mean we can take a cab or something." Vinnie whispered, sounding heartbroken. "aw baby... i love you, we'll get her back i promise. and, i saw a bus station about 2 minutes ahead soooo....."

"okay, i guess. thank you baby." his hazel eyes peaked with hope as he heard her voice before she kissed his cheek saying "no problem, angel boy"

the influencer couple walked 2 minutes down the street and just like y/n said, there was a bus stop there with 4 other people there. a woman working on her laptop, a man with his daughter who was a asleep on his shoulder and a boy who was probably just sitting there for shelter from the blistering cold.

Vinnie and y/n eyes either shifted from the eachother to the boy then the sleeping babygirl who clutched her father dearly. Both loved her little face.

Soon enough, the bus arrived and all 5 people hurried into the bus, buying their tickets before settling in their seats. vinnie and y/n decided on sitting near the back.

she took the window seat while Vinnie sat in the Isle seat. "that baby is adorable" Vinnie. simply stated taking his girlfriend's eyes off the steamed window and on to the baby that was previously sitting next to her boyfriend on the bus stop.

"agreed." y/n spoke with much love in her voice before glancing into her boyfriends eyes who was already staring into hers. "hi." y/n smiled into the lips of her lover. this is heaven she thought.

once they pulled apart, she giggled as they banged foreheads. you know the giggle that could make the saddest man in the world fall of his chairs because he was smiling like an idiot. or so Vinnie thought.

they both turned their heads to the window. y/n started drawing things on the steam of the window then turning around to pout at her querido(darling in spanish) because it disappeared. Vinnie easily made her frown into a smile by kissing her claiming it was impossible not to kiss her little button nose.

she giggle once more before feeling warmth creep on her back. she happily smiled and leaned into it letting herself sink into her boyfriend but watch as he drew on the window like she did before.

but, this time, the window was temporarily vandalised by words she hadn't heard him say to her before. Vinnie looked down at his girlfriend wondering if she was okay with the three letter everyone waits for in a relationship, 'i love you.'

she looked at him with wide eyes before she rushed to kiss seeing the creeping hurt in his eyes thinking she didn't feel the same. "i love you too, mi querido." she said into the kiss as he smiled and kissed her back. the two remained inseparable for the next week leaving their housesmates questioning them.

until one night, y/n sent the girls chat texts about the night.

thanks for reading besties <33333

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Top Surgery/ Recovery Experience

I’m currently 3 days post-op from having peri with Mr Kneeshaw and his team in Hull so I thought I would write about my experience. This is everything that happened across the last 4 days from travelling up to Hull to surgery and my stay in the hospital to the journey back home. Apologies for weird layout, I’m on mobile.

I was scheduled for surgery on the 8th of March at 7:30am so my partner and I travelled up the day before by train and stayed in the Ibis near the station. We arrived at about 9:30pm as we left Cardiff at about 4pm due to me only being able to get a partial day of work. The train journey up wasn’t too bad, we had reserved seats that were close to each other (not always next to each other due to how busy it was but that was ok). We made sure to pack everything into one suitcase, one backpack and one small gym bag that was used as my overnight bag while in the hospital so that my partner could carry everything back on his own after surgery. As I wasn’t allowed to eat anything past midnight we stayed up pretty late to eat before going to bed. I was also rather anxious too so I wouldn’t have been able to sleep right away. Ive never had any kind of surgery before so I was worrying about what could happen and what it would feel like for a few days before which lead to several nights of not sleeping well.

On Wednesday we woke up at 6am, I had my final shower for a few weeks which I did take my time with and savour. It's only been 3 days so far and I already feel disgusting even though my partner has been helping me wash with baby wipes every morning since getting out of the hospital. Since my overnight bag had already been packed I didn’t need to do much in the morning except make sure my phone charger was added to it. In the end, I only ended up taking my dressing gown, slippers, a pair of joggers and a button shirt to wear as pyjamas and my phone charger. We left the hotel a little later than we had planned so we had to run to the bus station so that we would get the bus in time.

Hull does have a lot of buses that go to the hospital which is very good. We got on the 105 at 6:40 and we ended up getting to Entrance 2 of the hospital at about 7:10. We had to ask where ward 16 was at the main reception as the signs didn’t really make it clear but it wasn’t far and we arrived at the ward at about 7:20am.

Once we arrived they showed us to my room. They are all privet rooms with their own bathrooms which is very nice. While we waited for Mr Kneeshaw and his people to come to see us several nurses came around with things for me. They gave me a gown and a pair of compression stockings, and then someone came over with the evening meal menu for me to select what I wanted to eat in the evening. The food options were more extensive than I was expecting which was nice. Mr Kneeshaw came round shortly after to talk me through the procedure and to draw on me. We agreed on my nipples being in a slightly lower position than the average cis guy's nipples as my nipples sat kinda low anyway. I knew this would be happening when we discussed it in my initial consult back in August 2021 and I'm happy with it since it's not a big deal for them to be slightly lower than average to me. I then got changed into the gown and stockings and a nurse collected me from my room at 9am. They let me keep my own underwear on with the gown which I was thankful for. My partner left the hospital when I was taken down to the theatre as he wasn’t allowed to stay while I was in surgery. He got the bus from the hospital back to the hotel and waited for me to let him know I was awake.

When they took me down I had to sit in a little waiting area for a few minutes while they got my paperwork. After confirming my name, date of birth and allergies for the 10th time that morning they took me into the operating room. It was very cold there. I was in a thick fluffy dressing gown and I was still starting to shiver. They got me to lie on the table and gave me a warm blanket so that I wasn’t as cold. The people were all lovely and chatted with me as they got me prepped for surgery. They put a sticker on my glasses so that they knew they were mine before taking them off me. The anesthesiologist put the cannula into my hand which didn’t hurt that much but still wasn’t pleasant and then they gave me the oxygen mask and told me to take some deep breaths. Apparently, the anaesthetic was a multiple-part thing but I only saw the first part get put in as I was unconscious before the guy could even finish his sentence about what he was doing.

I woke up in recovery at 12:30 roughly, there was a clock on the wall in front of me so that was the first thing I saw. People are right when they say it doesn’t feel like any time had passed. It felt like I had blinked and, at that moment, had gone from the operating table to a bed in recovery. It was a little disorientating but since it had already been explained to me that’s what it would be like it didn’t take long for my brain to catch up. When I woke up I wasn’t in pain at all and I didn’t feel sick either, something they told me would likely be a possibility. I just felt a little sleepy. They took me back up to my room not long after I woke up and gave me my phone as I had left it on the bedside table. I text my partner to tell him I was awake and that he could come and see me now. Because of how far away we were staying and the bus times (it takes 40 minutes roughly for the bus to get from the bus/train station to the hospital) it took him about an hour and 15 minutes to actually arrive but that was ok because I knew he would be on his way so wasn’t worried. After texting him I called the nurse to help me get up to use the bathroom. As it was my first time standing after surgery she helped me get up off the bed and into the bathroom. I felt a little weird about having her there while I used the bathroom so I told her I would be fine on my own and she agreed to wait outside to help me back into bed after. It was difficult at first trying to sit down on the toilet since my legs felt really weak and I couldn’t put any pressure on my arms either to help lower myself. I got there eventually though and it was easier to get up after than it was to sit down. The nurse helped me back into bed and I slept for the remainder of the time before my partner arrived. About 5 minutes before he turned up a nurse came in to check my blood pressure, temperature and pulse rate so I was awake when he got there. Oh, I should mention that when I got up to use the bathroom they gave me two fabric bags to put the drains in and hang around my neck. These make walking around a lot easier.

Mr Kneeshaw and his team came to see me at about 4pm. He very briefly undid the post-op binder to check my chest was ok and he even quickly took a picture for me. I asked since I couldn’t get the angle myself to do it. After that, he put the binder back on tight and told me I couldn’t take it off at all now until my drains came out the next Friday. He said that everything went well with the surgery and looks good so left me to rest for the evening. Roughly every 2-3 hours someone would come in to check my blood pressure, pulse rate and temperature, this continued all the way through the night altho I didn’t mind too much as they were always polite about needing to wake me up.

After Kneeshaw had left, now that the binder was on slightly tighter than it previously had been I felt a little bit of pain down the centre of my chest. The nurses gave me paracetamol but told me I could have tramadol too if the pain got any worse. Luckily it didn’t and the paracetamol was all I needed. My partner stayed until about 6pm and then left so that we could both get some sleep. I spent the rest of the night in and out of sleep with the nurses coming in every few hours. At one point in the night, at about 1am I thought I could feel liquid dripping down both my sides so I called for someone to check I hadn’t dislodged a drain. I couldn’t feel any pain though but at the time I thought that was because whatever pain medication they gave me in the operating room was still in my system. Two nurses came to check on my dressing and it turned out it was just sweat I could feel and my drains were perfectly fine. The room was incredibly hot in the hospital and the blankets they use are extremely good at keeping you warm. No matter what I did in the room I was still too hot so in the end, I had someone turn the fan on and then I used the blanket to cover me from the waist down only so that I could sleep without melting.

I was woken up again at 6am by someone who emptied my drains for me. He did show me how to do it but because I was still half asleep I wasn’t really paying attention. At roughly the same time another person wanted to check my blood pressure again and after they had both left I went back to sleep. I was woken up again at 7:30 by someone letting me know breakfast was on its way and asking what I wanted. I ended up having a bowl of Weetabix at about 8am with a glass of milk. After I had finished my breakfast I went back to sleep but that didn’t last long as at 8:45 roughly I was woken up again by another nurse wanting to change my bedsheets and give me a fresh gown. I got the option to stay in the bed while they changed sheets or sit in the chair, I opted for the chair as I could walk around a little anyway and staying in the bed just seemed like it would be weird and uncomfortable. The nurse helped me get my slippers on and get into the chair before she changed all the sheets for me. She also helped me into a clean gown which I am thankful for as moving my arms wasn’t very easy at the time. I slept again until Ralph, one of Mr Kneeshaw's team came in to check on me and see if I could be discharged. He said that everything looked good and I could go back to the hotel when I was ready.

Because of the way the hotel bookings worked we had to change hotels on Thursday as the Ibis didn’t have any space for us for Thursday night. The split booking was the cheapest way to do things and since travelling alone was costing a fortune we decided this was the best way to do things. Due to the difference in check out/ check in times my partner was set to come to the hospital with all our bags at about 12 and then we would be able to check in to the new hotel at 3pm. When I explained this to Ralph and the nurses they said It was perfectly fine to wait until the afternoon before leaving and I couldn’t leave without my partner coming to get me anyway.

My partner arrived shortly after 12. He helped me eat some lunch as I was still having trouble lifting my arms enough to reach my mouth with a fork and then he helped me wash with baby wipes and get changed into the joggers and shirt I had bought with me as pyjamas since I never ended up using them as such and just stayed in the gown while in the hospital. I asked for someone to come and show us how to empty & reseal the drains again as I was half asleep when they did it in the morning and my partner needed to know anyway. After we were shown that they handed me my discharge papers, an information leaflet about the drains, a sick note to give to my work and a feedback survey to fill out. I completed the survey while my partner made sure everything was packed up and then we left. We got a taxi down to the hotel as we both thought getting on the bus might have been too bumpy for me to handle at the time which im grateful for.

We checked into the Gilson Hotel, close to the train station when we got back to the city. I hadn’t really looked up the hotel before booking it as my only priority at the time was making sure It was close to the station and cheap. It had stairs leading from the entrance door to the reception, with no lift. While not ideal this wasn’t too much of a problem as I could walk up the stairs, I just had to do it slowly and one step at a time with a little pause in between each one. There was a lift from the reception to the other floors though which was good. We were on the 2nd floor but since there was a lift it wasn’t an issue. I didn’t know the layout or design of the hotel before I booked it and it turned out that there were two steps in order to get up to the hotel door from the hallway. Again not ideal but not a massive problem for me. This hotel definetly isn’t accessible though.

Sleeping in the hotel was a little difficult, the bed was low down which was great for getting up and down for me since I am rather short but it also had really thin pillows which made it difficult to prop myself up. We ended up using 3 pillows to create a slightly slanted back rest against the headboard, rolled up my jacket and put it under my left elbow to keep my arm propped up since that was the only comfortable position for it that didn’t hurt and I used only my dressing gown to cover me up since the hotel room was even hotter than the hospital room was.

After a somewhat uncomfortable night where I only slept for about 4-5 hours I woke up and my partner helped me empty my drains at roughly 8am. We were told to do them once every morning at roughly the same time and keep track of what comes out so we measure the ml of each one with a little jug and keep a note of it. We had breakfast and then discovered that the snow had caused mayhem with our travel plans.

We needed to be back in Cardiff by 5pm as we had a house viewing scheduled (I know, it’s a really awkward time to be doing this but our Landlord gave us notice to leave on the 28th Feb so time isn’t really something we have on our side for this situation. We did try arranging the viewing for before we left but unfortunately that just wasn’t possible). Anyway because of the time restraints and our tickets being valid only on off-peak trains we had planned to get the 10:23am train which would have gotten us back in Cardiff at 3pm. Unfortunately, this train was cancelled and the train before it wasn’t considered off-peak so we couldn’t get on that one. This meant that we had to get on the 11:26am train from Hull and that we had lost our reserved seats. This wasn’t ideal but it would still get us back just before the viewing so that’s what we did.

Since it was such a long trip the journey was split into three trains; Hull to Sheffield, Sheffield to Bristol Parkway and then finally Bristol to Cardiff Central. Hull to Sheffield was fine, we sat in priority seating since I struggled to walk long distances still at this point and definitely couldn’t stand up for long periods of time. The plan was to do this all the way back to Cardiff however unknown to us at the time a lot more trains had been cancelled which caused issues later down the line. Sheffield to Bristol was packed. I mean truly rammed. When we got on people were already standing in the walkways because there were no seats. Since I needed to sit down my partner had me get on the train first and basically b line for a carriage to find a seat. When I got on there were no seats at all. I tried asking several people who were sitting in the priority seats if they would mind giving up their seats for me and explained my condition and that my original train had been cancelled so I no longer had reserved seating. No one would allow me to sit. My partner was still out in the walkway by the doors with the bags since he couldn’t get through, not that there would be much point anyway. After asking a few more people if I could have their seat and being told no the train started to move so I gave up trying to find a seat and shuffled back to my partner. He wedged our suitcase between the wall and one of the internal carriage doors and had me sit/lean on that while keeping his arms around me to stop anyone from knocking into me while the train was moving. After about an hour a lady who was also in the doorway section with us spotted someone getting up from their seat in the other carriage to get off at the approaching stop and told us so that I could go and sit down. By the time I had gotten there though someone else had sat down in that seat and put headphones in. Luckily another lady offered me her seat when I explained that I had just had surgery and needed to sit down. I was very thankful to her and we chatted for a bit. The seat turned out not to be her reserved seat either so she warned me that someone might try to claim the seat later. When the train got to Birmingham a lot of people got off and I saw the display screens say there were two available (not reserved seats) opposite the aisle where I was so I decided to move into one of them so that there wouldn’t be a problem if the person who’s seat I was in did actually come to claim it. Since so many people got off my partner was able to make his way into the carriage now and I text him to let him know the seat next to me was available and asked him to bring some painkillers as I was in quite a lot of pain at this point. He came and sat down and gave me the tablets and then a lady came by claiming I was in her seat and that I had to move. I was a little out of it because of the pain I was in so all I managed to say was that I couldn’t move as I had surgery. The lady wasn’t happy with this and insisted it was her seat, even though there were many other empty seats in the carriage. My partner looked at the display unit and pointed out that it was still showing as not reserved and then when that didn’t seem to change the situation he lifted one of my drains out of the cloth bags the hospital had given me and showed it to the lady saying again that I had just had surgery and there was no way he was moving me now. She went to sit in one of the other vacant seats after that. It was a pretty easy journey from then on. I was in a lot of pain though from when I had been standing up so I had more painkillers and then ended up sleeping for a good chunk of the journey. My partner woke me up a little before our stop in Bristol and then helped me off the train. Bristol to Cardiff was pretty uneventful, we sat in priority seats again and it only took about half an hour to get to Cardiff. We got an uber home from the station since we were both very tired after the day of travelling.

I have to keep the drains in until Friday next week when I go back to hull to have them taken out. The post op binder has to stay on for 6 weeks however after the drains come out I will be able to remove it for a few minuets every couple of days to wash, whereas right not I’m not allowed to remove it at all. I was told I could return to work after two weeks and could drive again after the 2-3 week mark if I felt like I could handle the seatbelt against my chest. I can also start exercising again lightly after 6 weeks.

Recovering is going to be a long process but I’m so glad this finally happened. I’ve been waiting over 4 years since I was first referred for top surgery and honestly it was worth it. I feel so happy that it’s finally here.

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