#haven't seen much of this particular moment here so here ya go

[sweetwhitechoco]

From Episode 6 - The Devil is in the Tails

#sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime spoilers #zai edits #my gifs #sonic panics - the gifset #haven't seen much of this particular moment here so here ya go

[666writingcafe]

The Angel's Halo

Once MC and I give my brothers the medicine and supplies they need to get through the day, we decide to spend some time out of the house. After all, there's not much more we can do there at the moment that would be beneficial to my brothers.

"Do you want to grab a bite to eat?" MC asks as we begin walking.

"Good idea," I tell them. "Azzy was going on and on about this new cafe that's supposed to be opening today. He mentioned it's not too far from here."

"What's it called?" Normally, names don't really stick in my brain, but this particular one stood out to me so much that it's practically engraved on there.

"The Angel's Halo." MC snorts in amusement. "Yeah, that was kind of my reaction, too."

Here's the thing: I figured that someone from the Celestial Realm was gonna be following us close behind once we got settled here in the human world. I mean, from my understanding, MC was more or less blessed by Michael to wear Lucifer's old ring; he probably wants to make sure he made the right decision, which means keeping an eye on both them and us to make sure that they remain "pure" enough.

If he's smart, he would have sent Simeon. He's the one that would raise the least amount of suspicion. And I suppose the little chihuahua would have to tag along. It would be cruel for his owner to leave him behind.

Sure enough, as we approach the entrance to the new cafe, Luke's outside, twirling a sign around.

"I'm surprised he's able to do that," MC quietly observes. "He's never been the most coordinated."

"He probably needs a break," I reply. "Who knows how long he's been doing that trick." MC playfully glares at me before walking up to the young angel, who accidentally hits them in the face with the sign. I silently watch to make sure MC's alright, but once the two of them begin catching up with each other, I duck inside.

"Well, hello there, Mammon." Simeon looks up from wiping the counter. Despite the smile he gives me, I can tell something's off with him.

"It's Mason around here," I reply, sitting down on one of the stools in front of the counter. "And you're lucky I'm here. If Azzy came like he wanted to, he'd be freaking out about the bags under your eyes." Simeon gently throws the towel he was using over his shoulder.

"I haven't been able to get much sleep. Getting this place set up has been a lot more work than I had anticipated."

"Clearly." He's hiding something. I've never seen him look this exhausted, not even when we were living together in the Celestial Realm and he was still one of the Seraphim.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we're here." I shrug.

"I mean, Michael probably sent ya down here, right?" Simeon hums affirmatively.

"Officially, we've been appointed to help coordinate relations between the human world and the Celestial Realm." He's given me an opening. If he didn't want me to dig further, he wouldn't have said "officially".

"And unofficially?" He glances outside, presumably to make sure that MC and Luke are still preoccupied.

"He's testing me," he whispers.

"Testing you? For what? A promotion?" Simeon sighs, shaking his head.

"I've gotten into a bit of trouble. One of my notebooks was discovered." Okay...

"But you're a writer, right? Like, you've gotten permission to do that."

"Yes, and if that was what was found, nothing would have come of it, but this particular one was more of a personal journal. The contents inside are, shall we say, things that no angel ought to even be thinking about, let alone express into words."

"They shouldn't have been snooping in the first place."

"You forget, the Celestial Realm believes that nothing should be kept secret. Everything must eventually come to light." Simeon pauses. "Plus, I accidentally left it in a public space. The person who found it was merely trying to discover whose it was so that they could return it to its rightful owner."

"Dude, what exactly were you writing about in there?" He sighs again.

"In a word, corruption." Oh shit. Well, no wonder he's in trouble.

"Of yourself, or someone else?"

"Technically both, but I'm the active party."

"Please tell me it isn't Luke." Simeon widens his eyes.

"Absolutely not. He's merely a child. I wouldn't do that to him."

"Then who..." Right as I begin asking the question, I answer it for myself. "Oh, Simeon." He gives me a tired smile.

"I know." He glances outside once more. "Believe me, I've tried to keep these thoughts at bay, but I can't help it. I mean, how can someone's soul grow brighter after spending a significant amount of time with all seven Avatars of Sin? It makes no sense, Mam--Mason."

"And it upsets you, doesn't it?"

"It's more frustrating than upsetting. I know it's wrong, but there's a part of me that feels like..." He trails off, trying to regain his composure. "If I were to fall, I'd want to take them down with me." Oh my...I had no idea that MC made him feel that way.

"You're lucky that you're merely getting tested."

"Yes and no. This little test of his will determine the severity of my punishment. If I behave myself, then I simply have to be supervised when I'm writing. And do a few extra tasks, but that's not a big deal."

"And if you don't?"

"You mean, if I succumb to temptation?" I nod my head. I hear the door open. Simeon leans in close, trying to make sure that neither Luke or MC can hear him.

"Then I might as well not be an angel anymore."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #i'm planting a seed #since simeon doesn't steal the ring of light in my version of events #i have to figure out another way to explain his fate in og season four #also #the reason simeon tells mammon all this is because he knows mammon won't tell anyone else #after all #lucifer has always trusted him with anything serious #like life-and-death serious #plus i thought it would be cool to explore the relationship dynamic between simeon and mammon #because that's not a pairing you see very often

[loppiopio]

i've been sitting on this post for a few days now and it's literally just, me making assumptions about kudos i've noticed on fics lately (particularly aci since i've been checking that fic every week for book club these past few months) and this'll make me seem more insane than i already come off but by this point. how much lower can i go?

just going from top to down as of today.

[ShibaLee] i know you from your art on here!! tumblr user shibaleeart i'm happy to see more people in potentially enjoying the stories this fandom has to offer :>

[reiscm] shizuchansmilk?? what are youuu doing here? i didn't know you read shizaya fic tbh and i was surprised to see you here suddenly, relatively recently too. does that mean you just started the fic then?? after at least a year of being in the fandom right? maybe this wasn't from your first time reading it (same) but at the very least it shows you visited it not too long ago… i may be delusional in thinking i could be a contributing factor there because, why now? it's not like i'm the only aci advocate out there but i've probably been the most vocal about it around this time soo… well whatever it is, hope you had fun with it! i'm so curious what drrr comedian shizuchansmilk thinks about hit fanfiction a cheap imitation 👁️

i'm also recognising some of the other names around here like [anonymooose] and [durarasaiki] even though i haven't the faintest idea who they might be. i've just been seeing them lately across different shizaya fics which probably means these are the people doing their shizaya fic dive around this time. i have nothing more to add there i just, think it's cool noticing the same names across fics like yeah, we all feasting on the shizaya tag rn.

[ya_boi_twink] it took me a second to recall where i'd recognised your name from and then it hit me. i knoooow you! tumblr user yaboitwink in my notifs… i appreciate you, and i'm glad you liked the things i made for it c:

[bun_o_ween] oh i know you're here because of mr crapo. i hope you guys had fun with it! i wanna take the chance to also admit that like. the moment i found out you were that sebastian writer i experienced the wildest sense of deja vu. because. i had seen your name on ao3 before. but when i checked your fics there was no way i'd read a fic from you?? so then i realised i must have recognised you... through other kudos on other fics??? dude. i must sound crazy, i have no way of proving this because i actually don't remember what fics these were i just vaguely remember it was either bsd or tgcf? that i was looking at fics for, trying to find something to sate my hunger at the time. and i just remember, noticing your name across like a few of these fics in a row and thinking "heh someone else has been going down the same rabbit hole" AND NOW I SEE YOU AND CRAPO OF SHIZAYA FANDOM HITTING IT OFF it was surreal. like. my awareness of you had zero to do with black butler, i could not have predicted that you would have been the random ao3 user i'd seen apparently enjoying some of the same fics i was not too long ago. wow.

there are like two separate flamingo related names around here [niceflamingo] and [flamingoo] which doesn't mean anything but for some reason they are standing out enough for me to want to mention them. i feel like i've seen ao3 user flamingoo in the kudos of some other fic before but idk.

[Luzki] omg hey!! twitter artist vi_138_ woah hiii funny seeing you here :0 especially like. not so long ago? since i'd imagined you would've been aware of the fandom for a while since you seem more invested in the alts than shizuo and izaya in particular? well it was cool seeing that you'd read this one, i hope ya had fun!

[frogsarefriends] right under that is artist hallucxnating >:O i know they've read the fic already but it was cool to actually recognise their kudo down here, especially since it's like. not recognisable just from the name alone, but you've shared links to this ao3 as your writing so now i know it's you. my impression is that you came into the fandom through slavhew since, i'd connected the dots at some point that you two were friends which. made a lot of sense since i noticed you both started being active around here at the same time lol. but hey!! welcome to the club :D

[7FlyingPancakes7] this is one of the ones i'd noticed earlier on during book club, i distinctly remember checking a chapter while walking home one night (because i do that i guess) then BAM what the hell?? i just see tumblr user mari-lair's ao3 appear down there, totally out of nowhere for me. for context this was a writer from the tpn fandom i recognise from like 4 years ago? idk it's been a while, i didn't talk to them much but they were active in the fandom at the time so i'm familiar with their name. i haven't been keeping up with them but last i'd seen they seemed to be into tbhk with no indication as far as i was aware that they'd shown any interest in shizaya. nothing wrong with that it was just unexpected, so i was just like woah!! how did you get here? i am so curious how they may have come across this fic, was it some rec from a friend? how familiar are they with shizaya? how invested were they in the story and characters? enough to go down more of shizaya's greatest hits? anyways, that was just a fun little small world moment for me.

[psych0tastic] hey isn't this…. axietoh? like, the artist who used to draw shizaya like 5 years ago? what are they doing here so high up the list? 🤔 i have no clue lol i still follow them because i really like their art style but i hadn't noticed their interest in shizaya resurfacing... i suppose they just haven't been too active on these socials in general. anyways their name stood out to me and i was like, wait….. well it's a shocker seeing their name so high up here, were they reading this fic for the first time there or were they revisiting it and happened to have not kudo'd it until then? well anyways, it's nice to see they've revisted the fic within the last two years at least :0 that's cool to me.

[MiyukiWynter] dude i was feeling crazy just now trying to figure out where i'd recognised this name from because i'd swwooooorn i'd seen it from somewhere like as someone on twitter?? i think i was mixing them up in my mind with unrelated (as far as i'm aware) twitter user miiyankhr but turns out they're someone who's fics i've seen in the tags before. i haven't read them myself but apparently they just posted a new one two days ago so that's crazy.

[Dodomka] heyyy it's dodo from twitter, hellooo 👋 they've been the biggest supporter for my deep in the sauce fic tweets and for that i appreciate them very much :3 didn't expect to see them here tbh i wasn't aware of when they'd first read the fic but as i was expanding the list a few times to write up this post i noticed their name here and just thought that was neat. shout-out to them!

[mochi010] there's a user named mochi that has shown up in my twitter notifs somewhat regularly and they have nothing on their account so i have zero clue what they might be like outside from that they've been liking my shizuo and izaya retweets. their handle isn't even mochi so i have very little reason to believe this could be them but idk, maybe? no conclusion has been made here. well i already spent time writing and cleaning up the paragraph, guess i'm leaving it in.

shout-out to [ouiouipussay] and [ramenflavorpacketsnorter420] just for having some names that stand out lol. i don't recognise you from anywhere but, i guess now i will if i ever come across those names again.

[Stupidusernamepolicy] i struggled to find you amidst all these names for the writing of this post 💀 had to ctrl+f that shit. but i remember seeing your name here while i was going through the list some days before and being like "oh hey!! it's slavhew :)" but okay there's actually a tangent i've been wanting to go on from here.

outside of aci i've actually been noticing you and hallucxnating double duo'ing under some fics together, like after the story era which i'd reread after hallu reminded me of its existence in a reply, and also sacramental which i had reread because of your reply, lol. i find this quite funny, just like. this visual representation of you two reading and recommending fics with each other. then you talk about it on twitter and more people like me are visiting this fic too. chain reaction of sharing stories :)

ALSO [anonymooose] and [durarasaiki] spotted down here in some of these kudos too!! that's craazy. wow. i tell you guys i'm recognising these names i'm not just crazy 😭

[NotElectricT] this took me a second to dig up again since it's quite buried down that list at this point but the plan i'd had in mind for this post was to end on this one since i saw them kudo it right in front of me (through the vc stream) and i didn't think this post would get as long as it did but... well i already wrote it 😬 but yeah, this is my good friend note! check out this art they made for, still one of their favourite chapters, sharks fly. it's sandwiched in between some squid game au they made for a gift exchange for me..... it's a long story i don't wanna talk about it (embarrassing......)

but what i do wanna talk about!! is how note (referred to as "patient zero" regarding aci book club by the only other patient lol) just decided to read this fic completely of their own volition?? i didn't tell them to do that and for sure didn't expect them of all people to try reading it, ever (they're not really a fic reader) but they just did that, two years ago. and that was like, insane to me at the time because it's seriously so out of their depth guys they don't do enemies to lovers.... they still don't lol. but i was insane about this fic back then with no one to really be insane about it to so i just yelled about it to these friends out of context and i guess???? that was convincing enough to get this one to start the longest fic they'd ever read 💀

i had much fun having someone experience the fic i'd been insane over..... like i'm smiling about it rn thinking about the time i did a live reading of the chainsaw man (as i like to call him) chapter which was so fun i kinda forgot i had a hamilton musical i was supposed to watch that evening... that was awkward. and other chats we exchanged regarding the fic (they were reading chapters whenever they felt like it which i enjoyed because i like pacing these things out) but for some reason (i think things just happened around the time that disrupted the momentum) they never made it past chapter 26 😔 which was tragic to me but oh well....

well i'm am even more insane about this fic now because of this convoluted chain of events that gradually built and cascaded me towards whatever the fuck i'm doing now!! god. i've never made so much, anything, like ever. until now. because both note and rosa (who has not kudo'd this fic as far as i'm aware lol) made the decision beyond my expectations to commit to, a book club. which i organised. and i've been having a lot of fun! so much fun, there's all this wild "marketing" stuff i've been churning out in record fucking time by my standards. i've never felt so creatively fulfilled dude, never finished a thing in my life until these past few months. so that's awesome, and it's in large part because of note having committed to this fic again. so that's some of the story behind that one kudo haha.

and now we're at chapter 49, we're supposed to be talking about it tomorrow, which is today by now since it's 1 am but uhhhhhhh writing is so hard. i was supposed to just be cleaning up this draft i'd written like 5 days ago? i am now very hungry. there's actually more i'd drafted up from here just from more names i recognised as i kept expanding the kudo list that day buuuut i'm fuckeeeen cutting this off right here. i need to stop. the end.

#durarara #i said a thing #if you've kudo'd aci within the past year and you think i'd recognise your name there's a good chance you're in this #this post is adhd as fuck holy shit #well #if anyone has read a single entire paragraph of it thanks :) #too much time spent writing something no one will read?? but idk someone might??? ughhhh #i will maybe go back through to hyperlink more of the artists and writers i mention here #idk #we'll see haha i'm huuuuungry i need to eat something #if you enjoyed reading any of this i'd appreciate letting me know because i did spend way too long writing it for real 😭 #but it's fine what's done is done #getting it out noooooooow #nevermind i spent another half hour formatting the images #i needsta to get diahnosed #i had the briefest mention of actual twitter user miiyankhr in between stupidusernamepolicy and notelectrict #just acknowledging that i saw their actual name in the list #but i cut it because it was literally a sentence or something and this post is already ridiculously bloated #gonna eat now bye please post don't fucking breaaaaak i will die

[perryhedge]

tsurune

My feelings on this one are a bit mixed. I generally really like the world of Tsurune. Super saturated bright colors, detailed lighting, and even little details like the generally realistic style combined with some characters having odd hair or eye colors, it's a really great aesthetic like you'd expect from KyoAni. As far as animation goes, well for a show where the character art is this detailed it seems impossible for it to move well, but there's plenty of good stuff even if the acting is more on the understated side. I couldn't really bring myself to care too much about the characters, even if I was at first shocked at how well the cute girls design philosophy of KyoAni could create so many cute boys.

The bit of the story I enjoyed the most was the episode focused on Seiya, which I thought had the most interesting direction of any episode, too, though in retrospect the relative suddenness of his crisis is indicative of the show's approach to drama. After that comes the storyline of Masaki in the car crash. I felt it was all a bit silly and kind of lent the last arc of the show this really strange confused tone, and when that transitioned to full-blown infighting and drama I realized how little I care for the way these moments are written. In particular, a lot of the misunderstandings and the reconciliations that follow feel very autopilot and in a way that doesn't even really make sense (why would Kaito think Minato trying to disrespect Masaki, this late in the story? Why would this kind of misunderstanding even happen?) And all that was just leading up to apparently a big breakthrough in the characters' relationships, where they call each other by their first names and point out the fact that they're doing so. There's a lot of stuff like this, where big character moments are usually forecasted in advance in an interesting way, but they bubble up and boil over very suddenly, and aren't allowed to just happen but instead are spelled out with over-baked platitudes that just kind of made me roll my eyes (Seiya: I'm not chasing Minato anymore, I'm walking with him). I guess there's a reason I struggled to remember any character's name.

The real star of this show is the music, which elevates a lot of these very generic YA moments and make them feel much more believable. There's some really sparkly pianos, lush strings, really everything you would want for a show that looks so bright, green, and vivid. Overall the OST lent a certain gravity to the show that I feel it needed. I quite like the OP and ED as well. There's also the bow shots themselves, which are great throughout, in the last few episodes become this tasty little nugget of an audiovisual experience, starting with the tsurune, the quick flight through the air, and then hitting the mark with a sparkly sound effect. I can sort of understand the whole point of this show just from these last few scenes.

Overall, as far as sports anime go I think the actual things I usually come to this genre for are mediocre here, but there are other strengths. Another thing I didn't mention is how gay it can be, which I like too, and it goes farther than the average male sports anime which can already be pretty damn homoerotic. There's a certain...complicity? in the character relationships that adds this extra layer of tension, especially Shu and Minato, where it's very hard to believe they aren't both at least somewhat aware of their feelings for each other, but also Minato and Seiya and even Minato and Masaki to some extent (both of those are one sided, I think, and the latter not that serious). Even if it's the safest KyoAni anime of the 2010s I've seen, the show is very polished and has a coherent aesthetic. I'm truthfully on the fence about season 2. The characters haven't endeared themselves to me, and I don't see anywhere interesting the story can really go now. That said, I did see some clips on Twitter of the bow scenes and….damn it, here we go again.

[i-writes-things]

Caught Red handed

Natasha x Teen!Daughter!reader

Romantic, Fluff

request-Could u plz write a Peter Parker X Teen!Fem!Reader where the pair are together and they haven't told their parents yet (Peter hasnt told Tony and R hasnt told Nat, her mom) The pair get caught by their parental figures making out in the gym. (BTW could u add in some backstory, where they've had a few close calls before but have managed to keep their relationship a secret) Thanks so much!

Warnings- Angry Natasha & Tony, swearing

Extra pairings::

Peter Parker x Romanoff!reader

Not my gifs*

-

3 weeks ago

"Peter do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" He tried leaning back into the kiss

Footsteps were heard from the hallway

"It's Nat."

You push Peter off you

Natasha knocks on your door

"Y/n, I-" She walked in noticing Peter standing maybe 6 feet from where you sat in your desk chair awkwardly picking up a pencil

"Hey, Nat!" You got up and went over to hug her, not having seen her for almost a week now

She rubbed your back for a moment, but continued to glance from the middle of your room to Peter standing awkwardly to the side

"Well, I'll see at school tomorrow Y/n, and thanks for updating me on class work." He walked passed you and Nat and walked down the corridor quickly

"See ya Pete." You said nestling further into Natasha's hug

--

1 1/2 weeks ago

You smile stupidly across the table at Peter

"Hey Y/n," Tony snapped in your face "Are you even listening??" You came back to reality

"Oh yeah I was listening.." You caught Nat's eye

Natasha eyed you closely for the rest of the meal

You made sure to not even think of Peter, let alone look at him

---

Last Friday

Peter and you sat together at The Avenger's movie night

I mean you were technically an Avenger 

Peter and your hands intertwined secretly between the seats

He smiled at you and whispered something in your ear

You snorted out with laughter, getting Tony's attention from behind the both of you

He watched as you both talked quietly with stupid smiles and he hated it

'They have the weirdest friendship ever' He thought to himself trying to ignore you and watch the movie

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Sunday

"Hey Steve," Natasha knocked and stood in the doorway "do you know where Y/n is?" She walked further into Steve's room

Steve looked up from his desk where he was drawing and gave her a soft smile "Y/n? I haven't seen her since breakfast". He said furrowing his brow "Why are you looking for her..?"

"Oh, I told her that I would help her with some homework she didn't understand.." She looked away a little embarrassed that you wanted her to help you with homework

You had known Natasha for maybe 4 months now and you both took a liking for the other, Natasha trained you, you would make her laugh and Natasha made sure you always wore a coat out at night when you'd leave to go back 'home'. The Avengers Tower was your true home...

-----

"Jarvis??"

"Yes, mister Stark, how may I be of service?"

"Where is Peter? I mean I asked him to be here what? 20 minutes ago, I mean where the fuck could he have gone!??" Tony shouts in frustration to no one in particular

He stormed out of his Lab in search of him

------

You and Peter were quietly kissing up against the wall of the empty Avengers Tower Gym

Your arms around his neck, and his around your waist

"Peter?" You asked him pulling away for a moment

He hummed in response

"I feel like your supposed to be somewhere right now.." He looked up at you

"Yeah, here with you.." He smirked at you and pecked your lips

You smiled at him and leaned backed into his touch

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Natasha walked back into your room, scanning for clues as to where you might be

Car keys = nonexistent

Calendar = bad hand writing

Backpack = Today is Sunday. Why would you even be at school anyway

But the pile of clothes near your bathroom door sparked her memory

"Y/n's, training." She whispered to herself and walked out of your room

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Natasha walks through the Compound, going through the Kitchen, and by a few offices and as she walked her nerves grew

There was no big reason as to why she had nerves about all this

Will I even be able to help her with her Homework? Natasha thought to herself

Or maybe she'll tell me she doesn't need or even want my help anymore..

Her thoughts got interrupted after seeing Tony restlessly look around every corner with his phone held up to his ear

"Tony, what's got you in a frenzy?" Natasha asked him lightly taking a breath trying to get rid of her own reckless thoughts

"It's the kid, Peter, he- I don't know where that little bastard went!?" Tony had a look in his eye and Natasha almost got concerned, almost..

"I bet he's training, Y/n is." Natasha states and walks off towards the Gym

Towards oblivious Y/n and Peter innocently kissing each other

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"Y/N ROMANOFF WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"

You pull away from Peter and pushed him off you in one swift motion

"ow.." Peter holds his side he fell on, as a fuming Natasha comes over to you and crosses her arms over her chest trying to calm herself visually

You decided now would definitely be a good time to not talk. At all.

"Y/n, what were you and Peter doing?" She asked calmly, eyeing you, waiting for her answer and clenching her jaw when you didn't responsed

She know exactly what the both of you were doing

She wanted to hear one of you admit it

Peter just stared at you, but snapped his head over towards the door

A few seconds later Tony walked in and you were Thankful that maybe your m- Natasha would lay off a bit

"PETER WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?" Tony was also fuming and Peter almost started crying

"I- i- I am so sorry M- Mr. Stark. I didn't mean it. We won't ever-" Peter hesitates but continued "ever kiss again I- I promise."

"Kid, I have been waiting for-"

Tony's face changed from anger to being confused and then found you and Natasha over near the wall

You looked at the ground, your face turning red from embarrassment

Natasha put her hand on your shoulder to get your attention "Come on." She said calmly, but you still heard the anger lacing her voice as the both of you walked away

She pulled you out of the room and as soon as the door banged closed, you heard Tony start to laugh and congratulate Peter loudly

You on the other hand, awaited your doom that was to come...

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You sat on your mo- Natasha's bed and she stood across from you against the wall

There was silence for a long time before anything was said

After almost 5 minutes of quiet Natasha spoke up

"Y/n." You looked up from your lap and she all of sudden didn't seem so mad anymore

She looked at you

'Well?' You asked her with your eyes

"Well, how long?"

"What?" You asked almost offended

"How long have you and Peter been together?" You blush as her words rush over you

"Uh, I- I don't know, like," You nervously try to think about it, avoiding Natasha's eyes you look around the room, moving through your thoughts trying to remember how long you and Petey have been official/secretly dating "Like 4 weeks, a month." You can sense the tension in the room start to build

She hums in response

You stay quiet watching the ground in front of you

"Have you-" "No." You almost shouted after assuming what she was going to ask you

"What do you think I was asking?" She eyed you suspiciously

"Uh, I don't- I don't really wanna say it aloud." You said in a small voice pulling your eyeline away from her

"I was going to ask If Peter's Aunt knows about you two." She said steadily

You caught your breath and looked back at her for a second but quickly looked away

After a few moment of silence Natasha spoke up again

"Do you really like him?" She asked you bluntly

You look up at her and a smile tugs at your lips "yeah.." You say dreamily, thinking about Peter

She smiles at your happiness

She's happy that your happy <3

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[universallychaoticpan]

Can you write a horse riding date with Jean? Also I’ve read like every aot fic you’ve posted and I have to say they’re AMAZING. Can’t wait to see what you’ll write in the future <3

Argh you're so sweet it's killing me!! Haven't written for Jean in a sec and I love him sm so here we go. Hope you enjoy!

It felt like a sin to waste a day as perfect this one; the skies were open and spilling perfect blue, painted with a few clouds in the distance and a light breeze sweeping the sun's heat away from your skin. The walls were restored, titans few and far between, and you had a day to make the most of.

Pulling Jean behind you, you ran over to the stables, your boyfriend still rubbing sleep from his eyes as you led your horse from his stall. In another fifteen minutes, you were at the edge of your base, Jean next to you on his mare.

"You ready Jean boy? I bet I can hit that tree before you," you goaded, your horse stirring under you in excitement.

"Oh yeah? Well tonight's rations says I beat you by a mile," he challenged, you smirking lightly as you spurred your horse into a gallop. "No fair," he sputtered, doing the same until you were side by side.

Laughing wildly, you felt your hair come undone as the wind trailed through it, clearing your eyes as the world spread itself out before you. The tree came and went, and you two kept going, tracing patterns around each other as you let yourself get drunk on giddiness. Your head was spinning with joy, delirious with dumb love that sent your heart fluttering every time you looked at Jean. Eventually you slowed down, your hands clasped between your mounts as you went.

"Hey y/n, slow down and follow me. I've got something to show ya."

You were confused but curious, following without hesitation as Jean peeled to your right. Soon you were once again racing along to the north, following the coast line not too much farther out. Slowly, the plains grew into soft hills, raised and rolling and covered with carpets of clover. It all blurred together as you moved, the hills soon giving way to woodland dappled in honey gold and gilded green. Still, the wind rippled through the branches, the birds hooting and singing far above your heads, your eyes cast up as you took in this place you'd never explored before. You'd done this before, spent countless hours mapping and surveying the island once it was safe to. But this was somewhere Jean had gone alone. And the moment he'd seen this particular place, he knew in a moment he would bring you on a day just like this; when the very air felt like possibility.

He wanted to see your eyes light up when you saw.

"Get off here. I've been here enough times to know it's safe, alright?"

You'd stopped in front of a cave. It's mouth was gaping and huge, letting you see a long tunnel that wore it's way deep into the rock and underfoot. Your mind told you to be wary, but you couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown that beckoned you in. Letting Jean guide you, you let the light of the day fade behind you, goosebumps raising over your skin as a chorus of water droplets against the stone echoed through the caverns. You passed stalactites and stalagmites hanging from the ceiling, jutting from the ground like teeth as jean's torch lit your way. It was a world of it's own, just under your feet, and you wanted to see it all.

"You really went down here yourself? Do you have any clue how risky that was?" Your grip on his hand tightened a little, and Jean laughed a bit at the nervous tone in your voice.

"Not to worry, love, I dragged Connie and Sasha with me. Wasn't alone at all."

You snickered, remembering all the antics Jean had had to sort out over the years because of your friends. "I'm sure they loved that one."

"They owed me," he shrugged. "Anyway I need you to trust me here."

"Close your eyes. I promise I won't let you get hurt."

Slowly, you let your eyes flutter closed, your senses taking over when your sight was gone.

You head the wind, far away in the entrance to the cave.

You smelled the cool, wet scent of the kingdom in the earth you now found yourself in.

You felt Jean's hands, warm and steady on your shoulders as he walked you into a new space.

It was just as dark and cool, but more open. Momentary panic flashed through you as Jean let go, before he took your hand in his and spoke to you again.

"Open your eyes, love."

And when you did, you were convinced magic was really and truly real.

The walls were painted in a million shimmering shades of blue and green, emerald and sapphire stone itself seemingly washing the dark rock in the colors of the sea. Bright as day it shone, the glow casting you both in soft glory.

Jean swore you looked like a deity.

While your eyes were on your surroundings, his were firmly fixed on you, enamored with your wonder. Like a child viewing the stars and reaching out to hold them in your hands you saw the world, in love with every detail. You used to climb the walls to get a glimpse of the world. You had joined the scouts to see it.

Jean wanted to show you every part that was as incredible as you were; you deserved to see it all.

"What do you think?"

"It's lovely," you choked out, voice and breath stolen by what you were seeing. "It almost doesn't feel real, that something this beautiful and mesmerizing exists in a world like ours."

"You shouldn't be surprised that this world hides beauty of it's own," he chuckled, taking your face in his hands as he studied your features. "After all, you're here, my love."

#jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein fluff #jean fluff #aot jean #aot jean kirstein #aot jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader

[enchantedblackrose]

Get You in the End

**Not my picture. Google images**

Get You in the End

Pairing: Jay Halstead/You

Warnings: It's pretty tame. Allusions only. But this is my first shot at the One Chicago fandom, so if you like it please lmk!

It's your first day back from leave. A childhood friend had gotten married over the weekend and you were fortunate enough to secure the time off. Some light travel had been involved, but nothing excessive. Still you had needed a week and a half off. As much as you enjoyed yourself, it was hard being away.

From the job, or from someone you won't let yourself think on it.

You step into the 21st precinct and a small wave of nerves hits your stomach. 'Stop it,' you mentally scold yourself as you smooth the front of your shirt. 

You lock eyes with Sergeant Platt who is at her normal station, behind the front desk. You smile at her as you pass, but she only scoffs. This makes you smile more. She looks down, shaking her head. You are no longer phased by her tough exterior and haven't been for awhile. During the course of your time at the precinct you've come to understand Trudy Platt and even built somewhat of a rapport with her. Of course none of this means she'll greet you with a warm smile.

Up the steps you go to the intelligence unit. It's unusually quiet; no one else appears to be in yet. You head for your desk and sling your jacket over the back of your chair before going to the break room to start the coffee, even though you don't touch the stuff.

"You're back." Startled, his voice makes your heart skip a beat. You turn to find Jay leaning nonchalantly against the threshold. "Did you miss me?" A knowing smirk plays at his lips.

Your eyes dart passed him, scanning for any sign of your coworkers. Spotting no one else you take a step towards him. You look him up and down very carefully, appreciating his fine physique evident through his dark fitted t‐shirt. 

"Not really," you reply with your eyes still fixated on your partner. His smirk falls momentarily before realizing this is you beginning your normal banter with him. "Except...maybe at night. When I was all alone and I had to-"

"Play fair," he warns and then casts a look behind him. 

You shrug. "You started it."

He leaves his spot at the doorway to come near you, but still remains out of reach. Subconsciously you take a step forward, not quite enough to close the gap between the two of you, but enough you feel the electricity you both are putting off. Neither of you can ignore the tension in the air. His eyes travel to your lips. Somehow you both know you're thinking the same thing. You want nothing more than to feel his own pressing against yours. A sigh escapes you. Just being close to Jay is intoxicating to you. You step forward. There's hardly any space keeping him from you.

"We're at work," he whispers.

Your hushed tone matches his. "I know where we are and I haven't done anything."

"But you want to." His smirk is back taunting you. Your lips pursed slightly and trusting that his build is enough to obscure your frame, that's when your hand reaches up slowly grazing his jawline, down and across his defined chest, and further still to his taut abdomen and then finally to his hip. It lingers there. Jay's breath seems to be caught in his throat. 

You rise to your tips toes, bringing your mouth against his ear. Your chest brushes against his and you take the moment to press into him. A low groan escapes him. "Not as much you want me to." Before he reacts, you appear to mess with the tag on his shirt. "You're being watched." You drop down onto your feet. "There ya go. All set!" Your voice is normal and carries out of the breakroom. You pat Jay on the arm innocently enough. As you walk out you say, "I'm not kidding Halstead. You better not have touched my desk!" Glancing back you see Jay occupying himself by pouring coffee into a mug.

"Hey, Mouse. Hey, Al," you call in greeting as you make your way to your desk. Al mutters back something that sounds like good to have you back and already has his head in his paperwork. Mouse on the other hand is still looking at you with a slightly puzzled expression. You wink at him and he instantly puts his head down.

Sitting down, you still find it strange that so many of your colleagues aren't present yet.

"Where is everyone?" You ask no one in particular.

Al answers you. "Antonio is undercover. Atwater and Ruzek are following up on a lead." You cock an eyebrow at that pairing, but say nothing about it. Alvin nods slightly before returning to his work.

"Son of a...Halstead. You really did mess with my desk." You glare at Jay who is now sitting across from you at his own desk.

"Don't know what you're talking about." But of course he's smiling.

"Um yeah, you do. My file on my new potential CI was sitting right here on top. Now it's not."

"You have no proof, detective."

"Spoken like a true perp." You start rifling through papers on your desk. You open your top right desk drawer and there behind several folders and in front of your missing file folder is a yellow sticky note with the words, 'You're beautiful' scrawled across it. You look up to see Jay watching you. Smiling you make sure to press the adhesive against the inside bottom of the drawer. Jay grins.

A familiar, gruff voice calls your last name. Immediately you turn to face your sergeant. Voight is standing by the stairs having just arrived. "You and Halstead head over to Med. Got a vic with a GSW that knows more than she's letting on. Get what you can out of her.  Halstead can brief you about the case on the way."

"Yes, Sarge." Voight begins giving Mouse a list of things to do and you waste no time grabbing your jacket and heading out the door.

Your attraction to your partner doesn't magically fade away, but now it's time to work. You both know this. Jokes, some possible innuendos, and playful touches are sprinkled throughout the day with him when the time allots for it. Mostly the job demands your focus, which you give fully.

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It was a long shift, but all the vics were safe and being treated. Suspects were in custody. It was as close to a win as you got.

You finish the last of your paperwork and stand.

"You know, I could really go for a bacon cheeseburger. I know a great spot near my place. What do you boys say?"

Voight and Al ignore your invite all together. Jay looks at you and nods slightly, but doesn't say anything.

"I'll go!" Mouse declares happily. Jay shoots him a look. "Some other time…?" He amends and Jay nods in approval. You cough to hide a laugh.

"Suit yourselves. See ya boys tomorrow." With that you grab your jacket and head out. 

You reach your car, but don't get in. After a few minutes you see Jay walking towards you. He glances back a few times before he reaches you. Clearing his throat some before speaking to you gives you the idea that he's a tad nervous.

"You don't really want to go get a cheeseburger, do you? That was you inviting me over...right?"

You grin, finding his nervousness very enduring. You've never seen him be so unsure about something. "Possibly, yes. I figured it was a win win and I'd get you in the end either way."

His smile matches your own. "So I'll see you back at your place." He turns to walk away towards his own vehicle. Still grinning you get into your car.

Not even a full ten minutes later you're letting Jay into your apartment. The moment the door closes his lips are on yours. You can't believe this is finally happening. His hands roam your body almost greedily so; he can't get enough of you. You both finally break the kiss long enough to undress each other. Carelessly, clothes fall wherever as you lead Jay to your bedroom. His lips find yours again and with every touch your anticipation grows. You feel Jay's body react as your hands guide his to where you need touched the most.

You lose yourselves completely and somehow it's better than you ever imagined it being. In typical you and Jay fashion, plenty of laughs and playful banter are exchanged even between more moments of pure passion that last long into the night.

#jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead imagine #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #jay halstead

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Book recs: Similar to but less sad than TSOA

Hello everyone! @lordeteams requested some book recommendations that are not as sad as The Song of Achilles so here we go. I read a lot of books and since 2019 I've kept a running list of what I've read so honestly I'll take any excuse to subject people to my interests🤗 List is below the cut, not in any particular order (except from the first entry which is my current favorite), and includes NA, YA, and adult fiction. If you're curious about the distinction I'll refer you to this (sadly, now-deleted) tweet from Maggie Stiefvater:

One Last Stop (Casey McQuiston, NA): This one is brand new and instantly became a favorite. F/F romance in which August Landry, newly transplanted to Brooklyn, meets Jane Su on her morning commute. Turns out, Jane is stuck on the train and has been since the 70s, but has no memory of how it happened or of her old life. Part romance, part time-travel mystery, but entirely a love letter to queer communities everywhere. Found family trope abounds with August's roommates and coworkers, which include drag queens, people of every flavor of queer, and a real life psychic, all of whom are ready and willing to help solve the mystery of why Jane is on the train and how to fix it. In the process, August learns things about her own family, as well as events in American queer history that few people remember today. I really cannot express enough how much I love this book. Please read it.

Red, White, and Royal Blue (Casey McQuiston, NA): Odds are, if you've heard of Casey McQuiston, it was because of her first book (this one). M/M romance about Alex, son of the first female US President, and Henry, prince of England. Enemies to friends to lovers, featuring queer self-discovery, coming out, PR/corporate closeting (hello, larries!) and just a delight. This is a very different queer story from OLS - OLS is a romance, but more plot-heavy and the romance isn't the entire focus. In RWRB, the romance is the plot and it reads like fanfiction which is very fun.

The Raven Cycle (series, Maggie Stiefvater, YA): This series is a character-driven, coming-of-age, found family story about a bunch of weird-ass teenagers (affectionate), magic, prophecy, and Welsh kings. This is the rare story in which every single main character plays a critical role in the plot and grows and changes with the story. You will fall in love with all of them and their relationships with one another. Plus, the worldbuilding is incredible and has such an intricate mythology that you'll want to reread just to get the details. Followed by the Dreamer Trilogy, of which two books have been published, but I've only read the first one so far.

All for the Game (series, Nora Sakavic, YA): This is the series that got me back into reading for fun five years ago and as such it holds a special place in my heart. The plot is wacky and convoluted - college athletics, a made-up sport, a kid on the run from his mob boss father - but don't let that discourage you. Hella found family. (Are you seeing a pattern?) I will warn you, this deals with some pretty heavy stuff, including torture, abuse, addiction, sexual violence, and more. Here's a comprehensive list of trigger warnings, with detailed descriptions at the bottom. It's intense, but the friendships and romances make it worth the read imo.

Grishaverse (series, Leigh Bardugo, YA): This is actually three series: the Shadow and Bone trilogy, the Six of Crows duology, and the King of Scars duology (which I haven't yet read). If you've seen Shadow and Bone, the S&B trilogy covers the Alina storyline, while SOC covers Kaz, Inej, Jesper, Nina, and Matthias. S&B is a chosen one/coming of age story, while SOC is found family committing heists. It's great.

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Saenz, YA): Coming of age M/M romance. Set in the 1980s in El Paso, it describes the friends to lovers journey of Ari and Dante over several years, as well as Ari's journey of self-discovery. It is the most beautiful book and one of my comfort reads. There's some themes of homophobia and violence, but with a happy ending.

Carry On (Rainbow Rowell, YA): This is basically Harry Potter fanfiction, but better because (a) it doesn't take itself too seriously and (b) the author is not a violent transphobe. Seriously, this book is so fun. It's a twist on the chosen one trope because Simon, said Chosen One, is just spectacularly bad at what he is supposedly destined to be. Plus you have an enemies to lovers storyline, which is my personal favorite trope. Followed by Wayward Son, which is literally a road trip AU, and Any Way the Wind Blows, which will be released next month.

The Queen's Thief (series, Megan Whalen Turner, YA): Fantasy series centered on Eugenides, who is very proud of being a great thief but also wants to be famous, two goals which are not really compatible. This series is interesting because every novel is told from a different character's point of view in an increasingly zoomed-out lens such that you're seeing how Eugenides' influence grows over time and space. The setting is vaguely based on the ancient Mediterranean region, but with a mythology all its own.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo (Taylor Jenkins Reid, adult): This is a frame story in which aged Hollywood star Evelyn Hugo, famously tight-lipped about her personal life, hand selects a young journalist, Monique Grant, to finally tell her story. Evelyn tells Monique all about her life - how she became an actress in the mid-twentieth century, how she got involved (and uninvolved) with all seven of her former husbands, and who was the true love of her life. There are some sad moments for sure, as it's a retrospective on the very long and very full life of an actress at what she knows is the end of hers. But it's such a good story and worth the bittersweet tones.

This Is How You Lose the Time War (Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, adult): Sci-fi novel told by Red and Blue's letters to one another across time and space. They are on opposing sides of the Time War and as they perform their respective missions, they leave letters for the other to find. Their letters start out as "I'm coming for you, you better run" but then eventually turn to friendship and then love. Ultimate enemies to lovers. It's a short novel but you'll read it again and again to pick up more details. It's so good.

The House in the Cerulean Sea (TJ Klune, NA): This book feels like a warm hug. Linus Baker is essentially a child protective services worker, overseeing the orphanages housing magical children. He is then assigned to the most remote orphanage in the system, in which six dangerous children reside, to determine whether any or all of these children are capable of bringing about the end of the world. Once more, with feeling: FOUND FAMILY. Also nice because it's a metaphor for queerness that also features canon queer characters.

#book recs #queer lit #lordeteams #look if you don't know by now that i am incapable of writing anything short then i don't know how to help you #these are similar to tsoa in that they are all queer and/or coming of age and/or chosen one stories #but they are not tragedies #some are kind of sad at times but all have happy endings #here's hoping i've regained your trust lmao #also if anyone out there reads anything on this list and like it you have to come back and tell me #both for the validation and so that i have someone to scream about it with #my recs

[anxious2dsimp]

Sparks | Denki Kaminari x Insecure!GN!Reader | Oneshot

GIF from  @Winter_Ice_Hime on We Heart It

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Flavour: teeny tiny bit of angst and then fluffy!   💔 → ☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral & insecure

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You have always been good friends with the Bakusquad, having a special place in your heart for a certain eletric blonde boy. However, you can’t help but compare yourself to your popular friend, making you feel like being with Kaminari is simply impossible.

Warnings: The reader is insecure & feels like they aren’t good enough but Denki makes them feel better! :’)

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You looked out the window of class 1-A as Mr Aizawa went on about an assembly coming up, you had been really aloof lately, but had no idea why. It was getting frustrating, but the more you thought about it the less you seemed to be able to pinpoint the reason. The feeling of your phone buzzing on your blazer's pocket made you snap out of it, carefully pulling it out to check who it was.

———

Bakusquad

Bakugou: Geez let's get to training already

Kiri: Yeah, I think I might doze off if sensei keeps talking

Mina: C'mon guys! Try to pay attention for once >~<

Denki: I stopped listening for a split second and now I'm completely lost •_•

———

You stifled a giggle because of the blonde's remark, typing in a witty contribution to the conversation. Out of all of the people in Class 1-A Denki was the one who knew you best. Not for any particular reason, it's just that talking to him always seemed easy, and he somehow made it so you never felt awkward or weird. With him you could unapologetically be yourself, but you were pretty certain no one noticed, not even him.

———

Bakusquad

Sero: yeah guys, make an effort! Remember it's Friday and tonight's the 1-A dorm party!

Kiri: You're right! I almost forgot haha I can't wait! It’s gonna be THE MANLIEST!

Mina: Kiri istg -.-

Denki: You're all coming right? Y/N, I'm not letting you hide out in your room!

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You smiled at your phone and confirmed your assistance, he knew parties weren't your thing but he also wanted you to have fun. After chatting for a while class was finally over and you were dismissed for lunch, so you said bye to your friends and headed out the door. Even though you mostly spent your free time with the Bakusquad, you usually saved one or two lunches a week to eat with your high school friend Kira. You both had tried out for the Hero course but only you made it in. She was a good friend though, so she supported you and didn't usually complain about her class.

Once you saw her blue hair sitting in one of the tables as she waved her arms to catch your attention you sat beside her, exchanging greetings and talking about our days. "Your hero course friends seem so cool! How come you've never met them?" Kira pouted at you as you racked your brain for an explanation. "To be honest I don't know, I'm surprised you haven't met them, they know all about you," you said taking a sip from your drink before a lightbulb went off in your brain, "but wait! Tonight we're having a dorm party! You should absolutely come!"

You gasped as your friend squealed and hugged you tightly screaming yes over and over again, making you turn bright red as she brought the bystander's attention to you two. Even though you hung out with a crowd known for being loud you weren't one for calling attention, you enjoyed their loudness and mostly kept them in check, and the same dynamic was true with Kira. She was extremely pretty, the kind of bubbly popular girl all guys were after, while you were... there. You weren't precisely confident, so you liked hiding in the shadows of the blinding lights of your friends, it was a comfort thing after all.

Time flew by, and before you knew it, the sky was filled with stars as music blasted from the 1-A common room, people mingling around from all courses and classes. After the concert you all did for the festival you became the class known for good parties, and you liked to think 1A lived up to the expectation. "Hey," you heard a familiar voice say, turning around to see Denki smiling giddily as he held two red cups, "good to see you're actually here! By the way you brought you this, it's just soda so don't worry." You smiled at the boy as you took the cup he extended out to you, taking a sip before replying. 

"Thanks! I promised you I'd come, didn't I?" He chuckled in response and it seemed he was about to say something before we were both pulled closer by a hyped up Mina wrapping her arms around our shoulders. "There you are! How are my good friends doing? This party is already a rager and we're only an hour in," the pink girl said with a huge smile on her face, slightly tumbling before Denki and you steadied her. "We're doing alright, this party is lit," Denki exclaimed before Mina grabbed you and the blonde’s arms and began tugging you towards the rest of the squad who were dancing in the crowd while Bakugou just stood there pouting. You stopped once you heard your phone ringing, signaling Mina to give you a second, to which she nodded and dragged Kaminari away.

"Hey! I'm here by the door, what about you?" Kira's voice was hard to hear through the phone with the loud music, so you yelled you were on your way and finally found her by the entrance, already surrounded by guys. The moment she saw you she ditched them all though, greeting you warmly. It was no surprise she had called so much attention, she looked stunning, and was wearing a tight short black dress with white sneakers. You couldn't help but compare her to yourself, wearing your favorite shirt tucked into a pair of distressed black boyfriend jeans. 

"You look amazing by the way," you commented as we made our way through the crowd towards your friends. "Aw, thank you, so do you! But I have something to confess," Kira said as she stopped and pulled you in closer so she didn't have to shout, "I've seen your friend Kaminari around, he's really hot, and from what you've told me he's single... so would you mind setting us up?" For a second you stood there, mouth slightly ajar as you processed what she was saying. "K-Kaminari De-Denki? Oh uh," why did you suddenly feel sick? They were both good friends of yours and they're perfect for each other, snap out of it, "yeah, sure."

She winked at you and smiled before fixing her hair and walking up to the group with her arm around your shoulder. You introduced her to everyone as they all greeted her back, finally coming around to Denki. "Lastly, Kira, this is Kaminari. Denki, this is my friend Kira," you said trying your best to smile convincingly as he looked your friend up and down. "Nice to meet ya," the girl said, flirting as she pulled him in for a hug, Denki hugging her back looking slightly flustered. "Nice to meet you too, y/n is always talking about you!" The boy said smiling electrically as you felt something shatter in your chest. 

You stuck around for a short bit of the conversation along with everyone else, but Kira knew what she was doing and she managed to make it so only her, Denki and you remained. Knowing to take a hint when she gave you her signature look for "I've got this" you smiled shyly and turned around to leave. "Wait! Where are you going?" Kaminari exclaimed, catching you off guard when you had intended to casually slip away. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, don't worry about me," you smiled at the boy before he nodded and Kira again pulled him into a flirtatious conversation.

By the time you had made it to the restroom tears were pouring down your face, and as you locked yourself in a stall you realized what was wrong. You had a crush on Denki, how were you so blind? The one guy that makes you feel good and who is amazing in every possible way, of course! That's why your heart sunk when Kira asked about him, she's the type of flirt that would make Denki crazy for her. You mentally scolded yourself:

Well it's too late now, idiot, you gave him up and you lost your chance. It's not like you had one to begin with, sure a guy like Kaminari could crush on someone like Kira, but me? Never.

After drying up your tears you were finally ready to leave the restroom, and you had a plan; go up to the rest of your friends avoiding Kira and Kaminari and tell them you’re gonna call it a night and go sleep, and then text Kira afterwards and tell her the same story if she ever asked. You executed every step so focused on the task that when you were walking down the empty hall, away from the party and towards the elevator you didn't even notice when you bumped into a guy in front of you. "I'm so sorry," you said before looking up, falling silent at the sight of Kaminari looking concerned. "What are you doing here?" your voice was barely audible as your mind immediately was racing to the worst conclusion, he was going to his dorm with Kira and forgot something downstairs. 

"I went to your dorm to check if you were ok! When you didn't come back in like ten minutes I was worried but I didn't find you there. What were you up to?" He put his hands on your shoulders as he smiled, the concern in his face melting away. "I was heading out for the night, I told the rest of the squad to tell you, but you noticed quicker than I expected. Shouldn't you be with Kira?" You asked, avoiding his honey colored eyes as you looked out the big window at the starry sky. "What? Why? Wait, don't you tell me," he slumped for a second as his voice became serious, "you were setting us up?"

"No! Or, well, it's just... It wasn't my idea, she told me she was interested and I figured you'd love to be with someone hot and popular like that so," your voice trailed off into silence as you played with your fingers, looking down at the green carpet. "Well, the thing is... I already have a crush on someone else, so I turned her down," Denki said, chuckling nervously as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You do?" your voice came out faint, somehow this was harder to hear, but you snapped out of it and smiled mischievously as you pressed on. "Who is it? Do I know them?" He sighed and smiled at the floor in a way you had never seen before, his cheeks turning rosy; wow, he must really like this person. 

"You do know them. They're really kind, cool, sweet and so fucking smart that I have no idea what to do with myself when they're around," the boy said, his smile becoming wider by the second, "I still don't get why you don't like them." your eyebrows shot up, you didn't like them? Oh no, you think this may be worse than him liking Kira. "I don't?"

"Not always, but if only you saw how awesome they are in my eyes," Denki said, his voice getting lower as he stepped closer to the point you could see the way his golden eyes shimmered and he could definitely see you blush in the dark. Having him so close made you freeze up, what was he doing? "Maybe then they'd realize that I don't want their hot friend, but I want them instead," he fell silent, staring deeply into your eyes before his gaze dropping to your lips. "I- I have a crush on you y/n," he stammered, placing his arms around your waist as you smiled, still in shock. 

Before your nervousness could stop you I wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, standing on your tiptoes as your lips met his. "I like you too," you whispered afterwards, your faces only inches away, gasping as a short shock coursed through your body. "I'm sorry! I got too nervous," Denki said as he let go of you and covered his face, he had a habit of getting zappy when he was nervous, "I ruined it, didn't I? This is why you were scared, I knew I'd mess it up." You giggled as you took his hands and moved them off his now bright red face. "You didn't, silly."

"Yeah you're right, I can't help it if when I'm with you sparks fly," he tried to recover with a sly smile on his face. "Denki that was so cheesy-" you laughed and blushed before he shrugged and cupped your face in his hands, whispering, "you can't say you don't like it." He kissed you again, you immediately kissed him back as your lips moved in unison, your heart beating out of your chest as he pulled you in deeper, turning you so you were against the wall. "Mina was right, this is the best night ever," he whispered into your ear, smiling like a dork as you did the same. "It is," you whispered back, happier than you had ever been.

~~~~ Extra scene ~~~~

"FREAKING FINALLY!" The scream made Denki and you jump away from each other as you turned towards the party. Mina was standing there, fists in the air as Sero and Kirishima stood speechless, staring at you being pressed against the wall by Denki. "Wait, what do you mean finally?" Sero, Denki and you asked, more confused than ever. "It was obvious you two would date, I had money on you since the beginning of the school year. Kirishima, pay up," the girl said as she turned to the redhead. "Dang it!"

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Author’s Note: Hi there, it’s Cassie! This is my first posted oneshot / fanfic here on tumblr, so please be gentle with me :) I usually write stuff for myself but I decided I should share what I write with people, so I’ll be transforming it all into x gender neutral reader stories and posting them on my blog (@anxious2dsimp) If you like what you read and or have any suggestions feel free to reach out to me!

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[elijahs-wife]

I Like You A Latte

Requested by @dumble-daddy​ - “coffee!!!! shop!!!! au!!!! where the barista keeps writing bad pickup lines on bby elijah’s cup every time he orders a drink!!! and he just looks at them like!!!! dAMN!!!!” I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!! I hope you like it!!!💗💓

Like/reblog if you enjoyed reading <3

Pairing: Human! Elijah x Female! Reader

Word Count: 2370+

Warnings: hmmm none

Monday mornings in Manhattan can be one of two things: they can either be an inspiring start to your week or sheer hell, and for Y/N it seemed to be shifting towards the latter today. She dashed out of the subway and started running for her life – she was going to be late for her shift at Starbucks, and her insufferable manager would have her head. Six minutes to 8 am, she thought, checking her watch, okay, I can get there in four. "Shit, I'm sorry!" she yelled as she bumped hard into a woman's shoulder, who gave her a dirty look, but she couldnt risk stopping. 

The infamous green logo was finally in visibility, and in a minute she was bursting through the side doors into the kitchen, then bending from the waist clutching the excruciating stitch in her side. "Damn, girl", her friend and colleague Cami said, laughing and looking concerned at the same time, "what happened to you?"

Y/N couldn't speak from all the panting, she staggered over to an empty countertop and tied her apron strings while she caught her breath. "Oh God", she said, still slightly breathless, "I woke up so late today, I had to run all the way from the damn subway to here." Cami shot her a sympathetic grimace. "We should probably get out there before Tristan has a cow", she said, and both of them rushed through the door to the front counter. As usual, the place was fairly crowded with college students and sophisticated professionals alike. Y/N saw Tristan glare menacingly at the two of them, but since they weren't technically late he couldn't make a comment.

In an hour's time, Y/N felt as though she had served about three hundred Americanos and sugary sweet Frappuccinos, and she was already tired of it. In all honesty, she hated being a barista, but it was a means to an end, so four days a week she plastered a smile on her face and made people's coffee and mopped floors and took out trash. She needed the money to help pay off her student loans, not to mention rent. She saw her next customer walk up to the till out of the corner of her eye. "Good morning!" she said, keeping her voice unbearably chipper, "I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?" Her voice wavered as she got a proper look at him – he was probably the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He didn't look that much older than her, maybe three or four years at most, but everything about him screamed 'money', from his perfectly coiffed hair to the tailored suit to the expensive watch on his wrist. "Hello", he said with a crooked smile. His voice was deep, with an unusual yet captivating accent. "I'd like a tall latte with an extra shot, please." Y/N mentally pulled herself together and quickly took his order down.

"Can I get your name?", she asked, half because it was her job and the other half out of personal curiosity. "I'm Elijah", he replied. "Elijah. Cool name", she said, her wide smile becoming borderline manic with every passing second. God, he's hot. Who let him walk in here looking like freaking Adonis? "Excuse me", she heard him say distantly, snapping her back to reality. "I'm running a bit late, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Yes! Of course, um, that'll be $3.75", she told him, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her neck. He handed her a five dollar bill, and slipped the change that she gave him back into the tip jar. Walking over to the coffee machine where Cami was working, Y/N swooned silently while she took a peek at Elijah. "Holy crap, that guy you're serving is crazy hot", she whispered. "I know right?!" Y/N whispered back, as she pushed a few buttons, waiting for the machine to pour out his drink. She fidgeted nervously, debating the extremely bad idea that was running through her mind. "Okay, you know how you say I never do anything crazy, or take risks? I'm about to do something crazy", she said in a rush, picking up his latte and slapping a lid on it. She scribbled his name on the cup, plus a little something extra, and headed to the other end of the counter. "I have a tall latte, extra shot for Elijah!" she called out. He made his way through a small crowd of people to the front. "Thank you", he said to her, giving her a friendly smile as he took the cup from her. "You're welcome and have a great day!"

"What did you do?" Cami asked, confusion on her face. "I may have written a coffee-related pick up line on his cup", she replied, covering her mouth with her hands. "Y/N! You did not just do that!" Cami said, shocked at her friend's sudden courage. "Well he's never been here before and I'll probably never see him again, so I figured why not?" she reasoned, as Cami burst out laughing. A furious voice suddenly boomed behind them. "I do not pay you two to chat." Both of them nervously turned around in unison. "Get back to work", Tristan scoffed. "Sorry, Tristan", they muttered apologetically, and back to work they went.

-

Elijah got in the back seat of the car waiting outside, and motioned for the driver to start moving. He was already ten minutes late for his first day at work: not a great way to set a good example. The traffic in Manhattan was so much heavier than back home in New Orleans. His feet tapped the floor of the car as though of their own accord – he was nervous to head an office on his own, without Father's help, and when he was nervous, coffee helped. As he took the first satisfying sip, he noticed something scrawled on the side of his cup, and took a closer look. Right below his name in small, untidy writing read, If you were ground coffee, you'd be espresso cause you're so fine. He almost dropped the cup in his initial shock – he wasn't used to such boldness – but then couldn't help but let out a long, loud laugh. Smooth move, Y/N, he thought sarcastically. He decided then that he would be coming back to that particular Starbucks a lot more in the future.

‐The next day-

Through the onslaught of yesterday's business meetings, Elijah found his mind continually wandering back to that terribly corny line on his coffee cup, and to her – and that's why he was standing outside the coffee shop again, in the hopes of seeing her. It took gumption and a certain lack of shame to take a shot like she did, and he liked that. But it was when he walked through the doors and caught sight of her behind the counter that he realised just how pretty she was, with eyes like stars and skin that glowed like a sunset. He waited in line impatiently for his turn.

Y/N was having a decent morning so far: thankfully she managed to get to work on time, and she was feeling weirdly cheerful after her stint with yesterday's hot guy. Thank God I'll never see him again, she thought, inwardly snickering, could you imagine the horror– "Hello", she heard a familiar voice say from behind. She froze at the sound of it. Good Lord, that's him.

Elijah noticed her eyes widen at the sight of him for just a moment before she composed herself. "Good morning!" she said in an unnaturally chirpy voice that he assumed was solely for the workplace, "I'm Y/N, what can I get you today?" He gave an amused chuckle. "I remember your name, Miss. And I'd like one tall latte with an extra shot please, same as yesterday." She took down his order, feeling his stare burning into her. "That'll be $3.75." He handed over the money, and put the change into the tip jar again. "Oh, it's Elijah, right?" she asked him, trying her hardest to be nonchalant. He hummed and nodded in response, and she turned around to walk away. "By the way," she heard him say behind her, "you're quite the writer, aren't you?" Her head whipped around to look at him. "I wasn't quite so impressed though. I think you can do better." A faint smirk formed on his lips, and he looked at her as though challenging her. She narrowed her eyes a degree and smirked back before walking off. He wanted more, well, he was gonna get it. She scribbled the cheesiest line she could think of onto the cup, laughing to herself at how bad it was.

He was waiting for her at the other end of the counter. "Here's your drink", she said, handing it to him with a smug smile on her face. "I hope you enjoy it." He laughed quietly. "I'm sure I will. You have a good day", he said, raising his cup to her and then walking out.

Elijah waited until he was back inside his car to read it. Bean thinking about you a latte and you are mocha me crazy! He burst out laughing, and couldn't stop smiling to himself the whole car ride long.

-

Over the next few days, Elijah bought several drinks in exchange for more gems like You are just the way I like my coffee. Tall, dark and strong, and Careful, hot coffee! Oh wait, nevermind, not as hot as you. It became something that both of them looked forward to, until he stopped showing up. It been a week since she had seen him last, and every morning she would search through the crowd for him, to no avail.

"Hey," Cami said, sidling up to Y/N, trying to avoid Tristan's line of sight, "haven't seen your hot rich guy for a minute. What gives?" Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "First of all, his name is Elijah, and secondly, he is not my hot rich guy so I have no idea where he is." Just then, she thought she caught a glimpse of his car rolling up outside, and suddenly, there he was, as godly as ever. "Speak of the devil", Cami whispered teasingly. "Shut up", Y/N mouthed.

He made his way over to her in just a few strides. "Hey!" she exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. "Haven't seen you around in a while." He looked just as happy to see her. "I had to go back home for some time. Family drama", he explained. "I get that", she replied, "so what can I get ya?"

"The usual, please", he said, grinning, giving her the money. "Coming right up!" she said, about to turn away. "Oh, wait", he said. "I brought my own cup, if that's alright." He handed over a matte black reusable cup. "That's great", she said, taking it. "I'll have your drink ready in a minute."

Damn, even his coffee cup is fancy, she thought, turning it over in her hands to see his initials engraved on the side – E.M. She took off the lid, and to her surprise, found a folded up piece of paper inside. She took it out and unfolded it – it was a handwritten note, in penmanship just as immaculate as his suits. She read it discreetly so that no one could see.

Y/N,

The entire week that I was with my family, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you and your ghastly pick up lines. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to take you out someday. So... java number I can call you on?

Fondly, Elijah.

She blushed furiously and stuffed the note inside her pocket. As she waited for the machine to pour out his drink, she thought of what to write back. Of course she would love to go out with him, but she needed to think of something witty to say. Grabbing a tissue, she carefully wrote her reply on it, and placed it under his cup. He watched her walk towards him with a strange smile on his face.

"Here you go", she said quietly, brushing his hand accidentally-on-purpose as she handed him the cup. His skin was warm and rough. "Thank you", he replied, as he spotted what looked like a phone number on the tissue. He took a quick look at it.

Elijah,

I knew there was something brewing between the two of us. Yes, I'd love to go out with you. Call me :)

Y/N

He laughed softly to himself. She looked at him expectantly, wondering if he might say anything. "So I guess I'll see you soon, then", he said, eyes twinkling. "I guess you will", she replied, smiling back at him. Unexpectedly, he shot a sly wink at her, and she felt the blood rush back to her cheeks as he walked out the door.

-

As Y/N got back to her tiny studio apartment that night after work and class, she heard the muffled sound of her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she saw an unknown number flashing on her screen. She answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello", she heard the familiar deep voice say. "This is Elijah." She chuckled, "I know it's you. Are you calling to say you miss my puns already?" It was his turn to laugh now. "As a matter of fact, I do miss them. So, I was wondering if I could hear some more this Friday over dinner." She shifted her weight from side to side, playing with an errant lock of hair. She had half-expected him to not call at all. "Um, yeah, yes. Friday is good, it's great." God, why am I so awkward, she thought, smacking the side of her head.

He wished she could see the smile on his face. "Great. I'll text you the details soon", he said. "Cool", she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "Um, I should go. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you soon. Goodnight, Y/N", he said. "Goodnight", she said as she flopped onto her bed, an irrepressible grin on her face. She already knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader #elijah imagines #the originals #the originals fanfiction

[scoupssolo]

Oohhh tumblr gave me a notification you posted and saw you made some cheolie gifs AND you got my ask? Maybe 2022 is a good year afterall (that and woozi solo heeeyy)

BUT yay!! Im not really friends with skz fans (or i am but I just don't know it nor am I deep in the community anywhere so I'm happy I can share this with ya! But ahh I agree! I mean I understand why it might be uncomfy which is valid but I also think it is ok to watch old content. I mean I think the same way with monsta x like it hurts not to see wonho but I STILL enjoy their old stuff because it is entertaining (yes two different scenarios but I hope you know what I mean) and the first finding skz is so fun!! Alot of the scenes in the show I have seen in like, youtube compilations of funny moments fans should know and I was confused where some of them were from bUt as I watched finding skz I was like "omg I know this now!" Like I always saw the moment of hyunjin wearing those poor slippers in the first episode in many compilations so now I know where it came from (but also poor hyunjin like I was wheezing but I felt bad for him) or like the final episode they are just chaotic lol like their trainee back stories im like what? XD han eating ice cream in his sleep? Thats hilarious but cute also. The Australia is very much wholesome, I was just smiling the entire time. Both chan and felix planning was thoughtful and the fact they shared it with the members makes me feel so warm inside. I can make an entire essay on this episode alone but I won't, I don't think it would send my ask lolol. So yes I agree it is fun watching groups grow and you go back to watch how they started and see them now. They changed but also haven't if that makes sense? (Omg when his hair is fluffy while being blonde!? Jdjajsjjs just yesss. Idk why but it reminds me of an elf? Like blonde fluffy chan is an elf confirmed)

But oohhh that's so interesting to know! I am now going to try to find other end of the year performances they remixed hehe which if I may ask since you are the resident skz president, which is your favorite remix stage they did? Love our self producing beans, very much yes to the svt x skz similarities! Its why I think for me, it was so easy to get into skz (outside of their music of course) due to their dynamic is very much like svt. Plus some ARE friends with each other (minho and seungkwan or vernon and chan are friends!)

I think that is all for now? Until our next chit chat and hopefully my ask doesn't get lost in space cx happy new year once again! May the new year be filled with good things for ya dreamy!

HI!, sorry i was so tired yesterday i didnt have the brain power to answer this and i wanted to make sure I could l. Im s excited for Woozi's solo i feel like his is THE one i've been waiting for since i got into svt because its Woozi arfsgfda

I also agree its a tricky position to become a fan of a group after a member has left, no matter what the circumstances are (skz being v different from mx but i totally understand what you meant) I know when I get into groups i also watch a billion compilations of things and its always so exciting to see where they're from when you start to really dive deep. skz i think also has a lot of moments in their content that somehow doesnt make it into comps a lot even though I think theyre some of their funnier moments so it really is satisfying to go deep diving for them in particular.

Let's see if i can remember some of their changed stage mixes lol

Theres this Side effects | I am You (ballad Version) | Victory Song | and obviously all their kingdom performances were super changed versions of songs. Also all of their end of the year performances in 2020 of gods menu had different mixes and dance breaks (poor Chris so much remixing of that song lmao) my favorite is the I am you from this concert (it's at 1:15:10) also heres the second half if you just wanna see the whole concert lol

I know that Minho and Seungkwan are definitely friends, and that all of svt definitely know skz. most recently in Jenghan's live he talked about Minho accidentally starting a live from the skz staff account asfgd and Chris has said multiple times that svt is a group that really takes care of skz which obviously makes me wanna scream and cry :D

#drm.ask #skz anon #anon

[toomanyfandoms02]

Memories // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Sixth blurb request! For @paniconthepitch Requests are still open!

I know this was suppose to be a blurb, but I got carried away soooo :) enjoy that.

I really like this one guys

Summary - Readers boyfriend breaks up with her and she heads to Matthews house, where she recalls all the times she knew she was in love with Matthew.

Word Count - 2.7k

Prompts - "Just shut up and kiss me." & "I need a place to stay."

You know those days where you think they are going so well, and suddenly, the worst possible outcome of the day happens?

That was today for me.

After such a great date night, I didn't quite imagine myself walking down my boyfriends street crying.

Or should I say ex-boyfriend.

I trudged down the road, my fists clenched at my sides and head held as low as it could physically go without detaching from my body. I knew that moving in with him was a risky move, but I didn't have much choice. I had been kind of couch surfing for a while and he offered to let me stay at his house. A stable roof over my head.

Or so I thought.

Now here I was, heading in no particular direction with only a small suitcase dragging behind me, a wallet in my hand and a phone in my pocket. I had been walking for about 20 minutes. Turning down random streets, not really paying attention to what was happening. Here's another question for ya.

Have you ever heard of the saying, 'When it rains it pours.'?

Well I have. And I am currently experiencing it. Just as I turned onto what seemed to be the first familiar street I had seen in the past 20 minutes, it started *raining*. But not just sprinkling, no, I wasn't that lucky. It was a total downpour.

I looked up at the green sign above me.

*Oakland Street*

That was Matthew's street!

See, Matthew and I had been friends for a long time. I considered him family. His mom and my mom were great friends, and still are. She visits Marilyn still. But I rarely see him anymore, he's always busy filming which is completely understandable. And now your probably thinking.

*If he was such a good friend, why didn't you ask him for help when you were couch surfing?*

Well the short answer is that I was embarrassed of being basically homeless. I look up to him and I didn't want him thinking I was a lost cause or helpless little girl.

But I had no choice now.

I trudged up to his door in my now soaked clothes. I was still crying, despite me *really* trying to hold it together.

It was 9:38 and I was hoping he was still up. Chances are he was, judging by the many sleepovers we had in the past where he would stay up until 4 am. I knocked softly on the door, backing up a few steps from it. I wiped my face a little, trying to dry it from tears and raindrops, but miserably failing.

The door opened slowly to reveal Matthew in plaid pajama pants and a white tee. As expected, he was holding a cup of coffee, which he quickly set down on a table near the door.

"Y/n?" He tilted his head, not coming out of the doorway. I was sure I looked like quite the mess right now. Soaked clothes, flushed face, messy hair, exactly what I *didn't* want him to see.

"I need a place to stay." I was now looking down, tears welling up in my eyes again from sheer embarrassment. I could feel my fists clenching together, nails sure to leave bruises in my hand.

"Come in, come in." He waved me in. I kept my head down as I walked through his door. "Are you alright? What happened?" I had a problem with Matthew where I just couldn't lie to him, it had been like that all our lives. He was so hard to keep things from, whether it was because he was my best friend or because it was so hard to look into those soft brown eyes and tell a lie.

"I've been living with Ben for a while, because I haven't exactly had enough money to keep up with rent payments... But he just broke up with me." I looked up to see pity written across his face. "Please don't look at me like that. I know it's pitiful." I leaned my head all the way back on his couch, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm not trying to show pity y/n, I'm just worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you were having troubles?" He put his hand on my knee, shaking it for an answer.

"Because I knew you would look at me like that!" I waved my hands around his face.

"Whatever you say. Just tell me what happened." As soon as I got a few words out, I was tearing up again.

*"I just don't understand Ben! I want to understand! You never talk to me anymore." I was gesturing wildly with my hands, something I had picked up from Matthew at a young age. I was trying to get my point across.*

*"I feel like I'm taking care of you y/n! I don't need a child I need a girlfriend!" His eyes held so much hate, much different from the soft green ones I had fallen for a few months ago.*

*"What are you even talking about? I just got a job Ben. I clean the house every week. I cook dinner for you, and I'm paying part of the rent! What more do you want from me?" I felt so confused and defeated, the longer I talked the quieter my words became. "If you want me to leave I will. Is this some sick, twisted way to say you don't love me anymore?" He went silent for a moment.*

*"I don't love you anymore." His arms hung heavy at his side. Are you kidding me?*

*"Did I do something wrong?"*

*"You're just, you're hard to love y/n." What the fuck is that suppose to mean?*

*"Fuck you Ben! I did nothing to you." I ran to our shared room, packing my suitcase and grabbing my charger and wallett from the side table. "You are a real piece of work." I could feel my body aching from mental exhaustion. "I'll be back to get the rest of my stuff another day." I stood by the door, grabbing the handle. "Hopefully if I'm so hard to love, I won't be so hard to get over."*

"And that was the last thing I said to him." Matthews thumb wiped a tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess."

"You don't have to apoligize for having emotions y/n. I'm here for you, always." He had first said this to me when we were in middle school, I thought that was the sweetest thing a teenage boy could say. "You can stay here as long as you want, I miss seeing you around anyway." He smiled, pushing some hair behind my ear. I set my head on his shoulder. It was really hard talking to him about this stuff. I think the real reason it was so hard to lie to him, was because it's hard to lie to someone you are *so* in love with.

Matthew seemed to be out of reach my whole life. It wasn't that he was massively popular, or that we were part of different cliques. It was really just because I thought he could never see me as anything more than a friend.

When I was 13, that's when I fell in love with him. I just didn't know it at the time.

*"Y/n this is so great! I can't believe I got the lead!" Spencer was spinning in my swivel chair that sat at my desk.*

* "I've always told you that you we're good at acting. Maybe you'll be an actor?"*

*No way! I'm gonna be a lawyer or something." He nearly fell from the chair laughing, as if the proposition of being an actor was so out of this world. There was a sparkle in his eye that I had never seen before. It was so refreshingly different from the days he had come to me after school, telling me that some assholes were pushing him around.*

*"I'm so happy for you, you're gonna do amazing! You better not leave me when you're famous." I shoved his shoulder playfully. That was truly a joke, but I could feel, deep in my subconscious, I was afraid that maybe he would.*

*"I would never!" And he didn't.*

But I couldn't do anything about how I felt.

"I don't wanna be a burden on you." I had stopped crying, but I was still slumped on the couch like a wet rag, *literally*.

"You could never be a burden on me. Here." He handed me a picture frame from his side table. It was of me and him when were were 22, it was a surprise party I threw for him. "Do you remember this?"

"How could I forget the first time I got you drunk?" And the night I realized I was in love with you *for sure*.

*Matthew had refused to get drunk on his 21st birthday. He was so responsible that it was nearly infuriating. So when he texted me telling me that someone came up to him on the street and offered him a modelling job, I knew I had to throw a party. Just me him and some of our friends.*

*I led him into my house with 4 of our other friends there. There was a seemingly illegal amount of liquor on my dining room table.*

*"Oh no! Y/n no, you're not gonna get me drunk!" He looked down at me disapprovingly. I stuck my bottom lip out, and gave him puppy dog eyes.*

*"Please Matthew? Just one time? I wanna know what kind of drunk you are." My puppy face turned into a slightly mischievous one.*

*"What kind of drunk I am?"*

*"Yeah! Like sad drunk, funny drunk, angry drunk, sleepy, reckless, philosophical. I wanna know!" I giggled, dragging him over to the table and already pouring him a shot.*

*"Fine, just one time."*

*And I did find out what kind of drunk he was.*

*A lovey drunk.*

*"Brian. You are the coolest person I know!" Matthew slurred, leaning over to our mutual friend. "And Katie is the funniest." He pointed to Katie. "And you! You are my favorite person in the whole world, you know that?" He was now laying in my lap, his head looking up at me.*

*"You are a mess." I laughed, patting his cheek.*

*"I am not a mess! I'm totally coherent! I love you so much! Look at you!" He sat up, kissing my cheek. I'm glad he was drunk because I didn't want him to remember the dark shade of red my cheeks turned afterward.*

*I loved this man, and it was kicking me in the ass.*

"A lovey drunk you called me." He chuckled as I gripped the frame.

"Do you remember all the things you said that night?" I half smiled, remembering the kiss om my cheek.

"Not really, to this day I live in blissful ignorance."

"Well today is the day you know." I giggled, crossing my legs on the couch and facing him.

"Wait! Before you tell me of all the dumb things I did that night, let me get you some dry clothes." He stood from the couch, heading to his room.

"Thank you!"

He came back holding and NYU hoodie and some sweatpants. I snatched them from his arms with a big smile and headed to the bathroom to change.

The only time before that I had worn his clothes was freshman year after an asshole from school pushed me in the mud while we were on our way to study at Matthew's.

*Matthew and I were walking side by side on the walkway, talking about random things.*

*"If you do get a cat, what are you gonna name it?" Matthew asked, keeping his eyes forward.*

*"I think I would name it Leo. After Leonardo DiCaprio, he's a dreamboat." He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.*

*"Really? That dork?"*

*"Says you! You're a huge dork!" I nudged him into the road with a laugh.*

*Just then I heard loud and fast footsteps coming from behind us. Suddenly large hands were shoving me into the nearest mud puddle. I gasped at the cold liquid that was soaking through my jeans and yellow shirt.*

*"Nice outfit y/n!" The asshole laughed, running down the sidewalk.*

*"Fuck you Ricky!" Matthew threw up his middle finger and helped me out of the mud. "Come on, I'll give you some clothes at my house."*

*When we arrived he handed me sweatpants and a Nirvana shirt. I changed into it and Matthew probably laughed for 10 minutes straight. I was pretty short around that time, and Matthew had just had his growth spurt. To make a long story short, I was swimming in those clothes.*

I was now staring at myself in the mirror, wishing I had the chance to get use to the feeling of wearing his clothes.

"Okay! Time to remember an embarrassing night Gube!" I shouted, feeling far better now that I was in warm clothes. I plopped onto the seat, scooting next to Matthew. "Alright. Now what do you wanna know first?" I set my chin in the palm of my hand.

"So, what exactly is your definition of a lovey drunk?" He mimicked my position.

"A drunk who is very kind. They are constantly complimenting everyone around them and expressing their love and fondness. Can even turn a sad or angry drunk to a happy one." I shrugged.

"Okay, fair enough. What did I say that night?" I smiled evily.

"Ok, well, you told Brian that he was the coolest person ever. And Katie was labelled the funniest ever. You gave Mallory ten bucks for all the advice she had given you in the past. And you hugged Alex for around 5 minutes straight." The image of Matthew swaying with Alex was clear in my memory like it happened yesterday. He threw his head back him laughter, his face reddening with slight embarrassment.

"Did I say anything to you?" He stared into my eyes like he was going to find the words there before they came from my mouth. I rubbed my hands together.

"Uh, yeah. You told me that I was your favorite person in the whole world." He smiled at that. "And then I told you that you were a mess. But you informed me, so graciously, that you were *not a mess* and *totally coherent*. Then proceeded to say 'I love you so much! Look at you!' And you kissed my cheek." I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, I was now looking down at my hands.

"Well you are my favorite person in the world," He tilted my chin up with his hand. "still. Maybe I'm an honest drunk."

"What's that suppose to mean?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Maybe I'm an honest drunk who was just sober enough to be too nervous to kiss you on the lips?" It came out as a question, I wasn't sure if he was genuinly asking a question or he was saying that that is *exactly* what happened. I'm hoping for the latter.

"What do you-" I was interrupted by his hand grabbing my chin.

"Just shut up and kiss me." He brought my lips to his, and of course I didn't hesitate at all to kiss back.

I ran my hands through those curls that I loved so much. His hands gripped my hips as I leaned into him more, I was so afraid that this was going to be a dream.

Like it was so many other times.

As he pulled away I kept my eyes closed, still hoping that it actually happened.

"Hey, are you okay?" He patted the side of my face lightly.

"Yeah, more than okay. How long?"

"Since we were 20. You?"

"Sometime in middle school." I snickered.

"Well either way, far too long." He put his finger under my chin again, bringing me into another kiss.

*Thanks Ben*

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler #mgg fic #mgg fanfiction #mgg x reader #mgg fluff #MGG

[lawnierose]

“Potter, Harry”

Whispers broke out throughout the Great Hall. All eyes seemed to follow the raven haired boy that walked to the stool. Some staff had waited years for this moment. Students, some of whom grew up hearing about the Boy-Who-Lived, couldn’t believe that they were seeing their hero. Some students had no clue what was going on but were caught up in the moment and begging those around them for an explanation. A few commented that the boy looked fairly small for his age. Minerva Mcgonagall pursed her lips at seeing the child again after ten years apart. She had to hold her typical stoicism, instead of wrapping up the boy she had adopted as her grandchild in her arms. She hated everyday that she had let Albus talk her into leaving him with those muggles. She knew Albus had caused her to forget their address mere moments after they had left the baby behind. Meanwhile, Severus Snape was sneering from where he sat at the head table. All he saw was a child who looked nearly identical to one of his greatest tormentors. A bully who had somehow stolen his first and best friend. He watched curiously as the hat was placed upon the small child.

One minute…

Two minutes…

Five minutes...The boy was a hatstall.

Ten minutes… Murmurs could be heard rumbling all around the Hall.

Twelve minutes… The brim of the hat parted and a collective breath was held.

“Headmaster, Heads of Houses, I need you to bring the child to the antechamber. I will sort the rest then the Deputy Headmistress will bring me to join you.”

There was a cacophony of noise as students had never heard of something like this happening. Minerva silenced the room with a bang from her wand. Pomona Sprout collected the child and escorted them from the Hall. Albus, Severus, and Filius Flitwick followed the pair. Severus turned to Albus with an incredulous look and spoke in hushed tones.

“What is going on, Headmaster? How is the Potter brat already causing problems?”

“Severus, my boy, I can tell you I haven't a clue what is going on. Are you planning to place your old grudge on the boy already?”

Meanwhile, the child was looking around in bewilderment, confusion, but also a begrudging acceptance. The adults in the room paying attention, noticed that Harry’s eyes seemed far older than the eleven years the boy actually was. All four tried to ask him questions but he remained stubbornly silent. Fifteen minutes went by, as they could hear the sorting continue in the other room. They heard Minerva start the feast before she joined them with the Sorting Hat in hand. She set the hat on a table in the room and conjured a comfortable chair. The other professors did the same, but she noticed Harry was still standing so she conjured a second chair by her side and motioned for him to sit. After he did, she turned back to the Hat.

“What is going on?”

“Why were you unable to sort the boy?”

“What in Merlin’s name is the problem?”

All of the adults tried asking their questions at the same time. They promptly shut up as they realized they were nearly shouting over each other. The Hat let out a put upon sigh, and if an inanimate object could glare they could all feel it.

“If you will all be quiet, I will tell you what the devil is going on. The child has multiple individuals in their head. Unlike the last time this happened, exactly twenty years ago, these multiples will not be sorted into one singular house. I regret to inform you that I sensed six individuals. Young Potter must simply be a child of Hogwarts, something that has not happened in two hundred years.”

The five adults sat back in stunned silence. Magical Multiple Disorder was incredibly rare. The person who was referenced from twenty years ago was sitting in the room as one of the heads of houses and knew intimately what caused that particular disorder to arise. Severus and Minerva looked at each other in horror as what the Hat said fully materialized in their minds. Six multiples, that meant Potter had gone through some of the worst abuse one could receive and all before age eleven. As one, they glared at the Headmaster. Minerva was the first to speak, and Albus had gone pale at the sheer loathing he could see in her eyes.

“Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbeldore, give me one good reason I shouldn’t hex you into oblivion right this instant. Explain yourself or I will permanently transfigure you into a cat scratch post.”

“Now dear…”

His response was cut off as a nasty stinging hex hit him in the forehead.

“Don’t you ‘now dear’ me you meddling old goat. You know what, sit there in silence. I am sure young Potter can tell us what we need to know.”

With that the headmaster was hit with four silencing spells of such power he couldn’t break through them. Although, if Albus was being honest with himself he most definitely deserved this. He had obviously failed Harry Potter for the child to arrive with six multiple forms. His eyes widened as he remembered what that truly meant. It was with great effort that he did not vomit as a wave of guilt swept over him. He focused back on everyone else in the room as Minerva asked her first question.

“Harry, do you know what the Hat is talking about? I am so sorry that we weren’t there for you but I promise we will do everything we can to help you. I couldn’t check on you, because this meddlesome man took my memory of where we left you. I wanted so badly to look in on you. Please, will you let us help.”

Harry took a moment to study the faces around him. He saw guilt, concern, anger, and despair, but he was happy that there was no pity. He took a deep breath and as he let it out, he also shifted. The adults gasped as suddenly a near identical twin to the child’s mother stood in front of them now. Severus went pale as a ghost and had to slam his Occlumency shields into place just to stay cognizant.

“Hello, I am Azalea, and I am our Nurturer. Harry is our Face, but he needs a moment. Yes, we know what is going on. After Hagrid took us to Gringotts, we pickpocketed our key and went back in. We met with our account manager and got recommendations for books to help us learn about what we are and the wizarding world in general. Headmaster, you are lucky that you never took money from us or had anything to do with those ridiculous books written about Harry Potter. My relatives are about to be bankrupt, by paying back what you set up to send them for my care. The writers and publishers of those books are also about to meet a lawsuit like they have never seen before.

Obviously, you all seem to know what causes this Disorder. My relatives were the absolute worst sort of Muggles…”

Apparently, Albus hadn’t fully learned his lesson as he finally broke the silencing charms around him. He proved just how senile he was going by daring to interupt Azalea.

“My dear girl, they are your family. You had to stay with them for your own safety.”

He flinched back as a dagger whipped past his nose and buried itself in the wood behind him. He stared wide eyed at the new form in front of him. Where just a moment ago had been a thirteen year old miniature of Lily, now sat a fifteen year old female version of Sirius. She was scarily similar to Andromeda or Bellatrix Black, if either woman had ever delved into muggle goth-punk fashion that is. Black curls ending in blue tips were pulled up into a messy mohawk. The girl was twirling another dagger between her fingers and glaring at Dumbledore.

“Feck off ya ol’ cunt. Safe, ya think ay ‘as safe with dem bloody rat bastards. I was created at four years old. FOUR ya fecking prick! I’s Zoey by the by, the Protector. If youse the bastard lef’ me ‘er, youse jus’ as much at fault. Argh! Fine. Harry wants to speak again.”

“Sorry about that. Zoey is quite aggressive and vulgar, and we would be here all night if I let her continue. As Zoey said, she appeared at the age of four, as did Freak and Jamie, who you will meet momentarily. Jamie is our Child, Freak is the Masochist. There is also Holly, the Slut. She appeared at age nine. Our Uncle decided beatings and starvation weren’t punishment enough. She and Freak are unique in that they would black certain things out for the rest of us. Those memories remain muted to the rest of us. Despite our collective mind, if you want details you will have to request those come forward. Be warned if you do that, we will probably slip into our Child form and need care for the rest of the night.”

The adults decided they did need to know more. First, they asked Freak to the forefront. Professor Sprout had to conjure a bucket which she immediately filled with the contents of her stomach. Freak was approximately sixteen and a mass of corded muscle. Over that muscle and covering his skin was crisscrossed dozens of scars. You could see them because all Freak wore was a pair of ripped sweatpants that ended at the knee. Roped scars covered his chest, back, and arms. The adults could see words; freak, monster, and whore, carved into his flesh at various points. It seems Freak had taken every wound and what it left behind onto his form. His size came from the sheer level of strength needed to survive all that had been done. While listening to Freak present his memories, Pomona and Minerva were brought to tears. Severus ended up summoning calming droughts for every adult present. Then they met Holly, who is around fourteen years old. She gave all of them appraising looks before informing them that her stories would have to come another time. The collective group was drained, hungry, and getting tired. The adults realized how late it had gotten. They decided Albus would make an announcement in the morning, and he went to give the closing speech and dismiss the students. As soon as he was gone, Holly told them Jamie was coming. The shift revealed a four year old boy, who was too skinny for that age. He had a stuffed black dog and a blanket that Minerva recognized as the one he had been left with that fateful night. Her heart nearly broke as he reached out to her.

“Nana Minnie, up?”

#fanfic #harry potter #hp fandom #hp fanfic #multiple personalities

[finnwolfhard7137]

The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard

Chapter Five is here...

Chapter Six: The Grand Canyon

Chapter Seven is coming soon...

Word Count 2k

Warnings: Cussing, Pure Fluff

When you awake, you feel the sense of two arms tightly wrapping around your torso. Some black curls were tickling your neck but you do not move, you simply sigh in peace. You reach down to the floor and grab your phone, viewing the time: 10:13 a.m. You unlock it and text your mother a good morning text. By the time the message delivers, Finn's arms move and he rolls you over. 

Finn "Mornin' babes." He places a kiss to your forehead.

"Morning babe, how did you sleep?"

Finn "Fucking amazing," you both start laughing, "How 'bout you?"

"Really good...I don't even remember what we fell asleep to-"

Finn "It-oh wait…" he thinks for a moment, while you twirl one of his curls. "OH! The Office!"

"Oh yeah! As soon as we hit the bed I was out."

Finn "I know, as soon as I have you in my arms, I am just so content that-" you stop his sentence by crashing your lips to his. He kisses you back with pure love and affection. Using his thumb to trace design patterns on your cheek. When he pulls away, he kisses the tip of your nose as you giggle.

Finn "I think you already know what I was gonna say, don't you?"

"Yeah, and I feel the same way." He kisses you once more, before rolling out of the bed. 

When you two get dressed and cleaned up, Oakes knocks on Finn's trailer door.

Finn "Come in, Oakes!"

Oakes "Hey! How was you guys' night?"

"Really good, and yours?"

Oakes "I didn't stay up past 9…"

Finn "So pretty fucking good?"

Oakes "Yeah dude! I haven't slept that good in a while." 

Finn "We can say the same. Are you ready for going out today?"

Oakes "Uh yeah, I think so. Are we coming back tonight? Cause if not, I need to pack." He laughs.

Finn "Nah we will come back. I just wanna go to the grand canyon! I mean we are in Las Vegas...we have to!"

"I've never been, so I'm down!"

Oakes "Okay, then yeah I'm ready."

Finn "Okay, let's go."

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Since we were already deep in the desert, it only took an hour and a half to reach the canyons. 

Finn "We are almost at the park, you guys see it?!"

"Yeah!"

Oakes "You can tell by the way the valleys are getting taller and then deeper."

Finn "Oh, I see where we can park!" 

Once he parks the car, you jump out of the car in excitement. You feel like a kid at the amusement park. You hear Finn laughing at you, making you blush and stick your tongue out at him.

Oakes "Alright, you lead the way Finn. You've been here like what...eighty times?"

Finn flips him off, "No! Like twice." He puts his backpack on his back: that is filled with water's and snacks. You wait for him to get situated and then he walks right next to you, grabbing your hand in his. 

Oakes chuckles "damn..I should have thought this through."

"What do you mean?"

Oakes "I am third wheeling so hard right now!" You laugh into Finn's side and he laughs with you. You didn't think about that either, making you feel kind of bad.

Finn "Here, you wanna hold my other hand?"

Oakes "Fuck you." 

…

You guys walk for about ten minutes until you reach the sightsee spot of the canyon: the ooh aah point.

"Oh..my god."

Finn "Beautiful right?"

"Yeah, I've seen so many photos but nothing compares to seeing it in person."

Oakes is already taking pictures of the view while you and Finn take it all in first. The birds are flying above, some below the canyons. You spot a river and immediately feel the need to go down and see it.

"Can we go down there?"

Finn "Yeah, of course. It'll take a bit to hike all the way down but we'll get there."

"Okay."

Oakes "It is so beautiful out for this!"

Finn "I know! The last time I was here, it had to be over ninety degrees, it was miserable. Today is perfect though."

You take so many photos: some zoomed in and some capturing the whole view. Once you all are done that, you head in the other direction to find a path that leads down to the river.

You three hike for almost four miles before taking a snack break. Where you three settle at, was breathtaking: a curve in the canyon, overlooking the vast hills. Finn sits first, taking off the backpack and sitting it in front of him. You form a circle around him, unpacking the goodies that you guys brought.

Oakes "I feel like my legs aren't gonna work tomorrow.."

"That's a promise."

Finn "Hey, it's worth it-" You look where he points, "Look at our view."

"Yeah, totally worth it babe. Thank you for taking us."

Oakes "Yeah, thanks man."

Finn "No problem. When we go to Amsterdam, we should go sightseeing there too."

"We definitely should! We can see everything because we aren't filming."

Oakes "That's right, I forgot. John literally just invited us...that like never happens."

Finn "Well we're special that's why."

Oakes "True that, we are the best. No one can tell me otherwise." After you guys take a long break, Finn gets up and puts his backpack back on.

"You want me to carry it this time?"

Finn "No, babe. I got it, I want you to have a good experience, not a backache."

"I've carried heavier, let me help please. You've been carrying it for over five miles." He hesitates but eventually gives in.

Finn "Fine but if it starts to bother you, give it back or give it to Oakes."

Oakes "Yeah Y/n, I don't mind taking a turn." 

"Okay, let's go!"

…

By the time you, Finn and Oakes reach the water, you all fall to your knees from exhaustion. You are out of breath and your ankles are giving out. Finn pulls you into his side for you to lean on him for support.

Oakes "Holy shit guys...how the fuck are we going to get back to the car?!"

"Oh fuck.."

Finn chuckles, out of breath "Well it'll just take us longer but we'll get there."

"We have to rest all day tomorrow."

Finn "Babe, I'll carry you all day tomorrow if you can't walk." You giggle and kiss his cheek, when you pull back he kisses your lips. Oakes leaves you two so that you guys can have a moment. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear as he holds you from behind. The river is going slow and the sound is mesmerizing. The water is so blue it is shocking. 

Finn "Y'know that river is beautiful but you are way more beautiful than any sight I have ever seen baby."

"You are so cheesey!"

Finn "Yeah but you love me for it."

"I do." He kisses your lips and then helps you up off of the dirt. Oakes walks closer and closer to the water, bends down and puts his hand in the stream.

Oakes "Guys.."

"Hmm?"

Oakes "It's so nice.." 

"Really?"

Oakes "Yeah..it's not freezing or too warm!" Finn looks at Oakes and then at you and smirks. You all strip down to your underwear (thank god you wore a bra today..) and jump into the lake.

"Shit you're right!" 

Oakes "I told you!"

Finn "God we needed this.."

Oakes "Damn right. I was like, fuck I need to cool off..so I stuck my hand in and I was like...oh hell yeah!" You three laugh and enjoy the sunset in the perfect river. The sky was orange and yellow. Fading perfectly together and you take in this amazing moment with your best friend and your boyfriend. 

Finn "Hey Oakes, think fast!" He splashes him so quick that he couldn't even comprehend what Finn was doing. 

Oakes "Ah, you fucker!" As you could imagine, this turned into a splashing battle. You guys are literally having a water fight in a river in the grand canyon...talk about a perfect evening.

After the swim, you three dry off in the last bit of sun that you had left and put your clothes back on and head back to the car.

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Eight full miles later, it is dark out and you three are absolutely exhausted. 

Finn "Well it's a good thing that we didn't have to drive too far to get here in the first place."

Oakes "That's true. I had fun today, Finn. Thanks for inviting me, I know you didn't have to do that."

Finn "Of course, Oakes. I'll always invite you if it isn't our date night."

Oakes "Thanks." Once you get in the passenger seat, your legs go completely numb. You think to yourself, well Finn might just have to carry me all day tomorrow.

…

Oakes fell asleep in the backseat while Finn drove us back to the trailer park. You stayed awake with Finn, talking about how amazing today was and how relaxing tomorrow will be. The radio was low, just high enough for you and Finn to hear. The windows were down and the moon was shining bright. Finn's hand rested on your thigh as he continued to drive.

Finn "Wake up Oakes..we're home."

Oakes "Oh shit...sorry for falling asleep."

Finn laughs, "It's fine man, go on, go to bed we'll see you tomorrow."

Oakes "Good night guys."

You and Finn "Night!"

Once Oakes gets into his trailer, Finn notices your struggle to walk.

Finn "Hey, you stay right there."

"Huh?"

Finn "Just do it." He laughs and kisses your forehead and walks into the trailer while you lean against his old jeep. You wait for him to come out and you look at him confused, until he swiftly picks you up: bridal style.

"Aw babe.."

Finn "I told you I would, babe." 

"You're too good to me, Finn."

Finn "Only because you mean the world to me."

"You mean the most to me, Finn" He kisses your lips quickly and then gets you two into his trailer. He places you down on the bed and starts to head out the door again. "Where ya goin'?"

Finn "I gotta get my baby clean clothes. Anything you want in particular?"

"No, you can just surprise me. Thank you."

Finn "No problem." 

You can't get over how sweet he is to you. He has only treated you with such kindness, love and respect. You aren't used to getting this much love and attention because your past relationships were horrible. The guys were absent most of the time, barely showing you affection. They were barely boyfriend's because they didn't really treat you like Finn treats you. When Finn returns, he is holding the pair of pajamas that he met you in. 

"....Finn-"

Finn "I told you, babe. You looked great." You almost tear up because he is literally the sweetest guy you have ever met. You quickly put them on and he takes in your appearance. "Yup..just as perfect as I remembered."

"You're just saying that-"

Finn "No I'm not, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met Y/n. You could literally be wearing a trash bag and I'd show you off like you're a model on the runway."

"How did I get so lucky with you, babe?"

Finn "I personally think that it is fate. This is the art of falling in love, angel. It is unpredictable."

"You are so right." You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck and he leans down to kiss your lips. 

Finn "Let's get into bed."

"Read my mind." He pulls you onto his chest and you melt into his embrace. 

Finn "Good night, angel."

"Good night." He kisses your forehead and you both fall asleep holding each other. No show on the laptop, no sound at all, just peace and quiet. 

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#the art of falling in love #finn wolfhard #oakes fegley

[everythingandeveryplace]

Finding Family

"Family is not an important thing.

It's everything."

"I've never seen anything like it before in my life. They have this wall and it's all concrete, and then the crops and live stock! everything is so meticulously organized, their armory is stocked in ways you couldn't even imagine." Rick rambled, ducking beneath a low hanging branch as the rest of the group followed behind. They'd been on the road for over 11 hours when Rick had finally instructed them all to pull over through the walkie.

It was nearing close to another hour since they had all started walking through the poorly shaded woods, the Atlanta sun burning their skin and stray walkers hiding in the brush. Daryl had never seen this part of Atlanta before and he couldn't help but be impressed with how well this supposed "miracle community" was hidden.

"If I hear bout' this damn Georgetown one more time, I'm throwin' him all the way there." Merle grumbled from beside him, cutting down the far too tall grass with the chiseled saw he called a hand.

"Just keep ya mouth shut and keep ya eyes on the path." Daryl hissed at his brother, moving to walk a few feet ahead. Their relationship was beyond strained and some days it was worse than others, there was a deep seeded resentment amongst the two brothers, most days Daryl couldn't even look Merle in the eyes.

Everyone knew the reason why.

"Are we almost there?" Glenn panted, leaning into the hand Maggie was massaging his achey neck with.

"Almost." Rick promised.

"They gonna see us comin'? Ain't gonna attack or nothin'?" Daryl fell into step with Rick.

"No. They seem to be good people, they know I'm bringing my people to talk. I've only spoken to their leader Charlie and a few of the residents, it was Charlie's idea to bring you all for a visit. He wants to see the type of People Alexandria produces." Rick explained.

"So best behavior folks!" Abraham chuckled and slapped Eugene on the shoulder sending the mulleted man stumbling into Carol and Michonnes backs.

Carol whipped around and raised a brow at Eugene, Michonne laughed as the socially awkward man scrambled back to Abraham's side with wide, frightened eyes.

Almost half an hour later the sounds of muffled voices broke through the silence of the woods, Rick hadn't been lying , the concrete wall that blocked the community from the outside wall was incredible and large and so tall there it seemed to tower over even the tallest oak tree lining the woods.

"Holy shit." Jesus stopped abruptly, his jaw practically on the floor as he stared up at the dark grey, smooth concrete slab.

"That's unbelievable." Carol whispered

"Carl's going to be so mad he missed this." Michonne added

"Rosita too." Sasha stepped forward and pressed her hand against the wall tugging Tyreese alongside it.

Merle elbowed Daryl in the ribs and grinned

"Looks like that old burned down factory we used to store our huntin stuff in' with the cracked concrete and tall ass walls."

"Yeah. S'also where you started sellin' the meth and damn near got me killed by a tweaker." Daryl mumbled, dodging another elbow from Merle.

Wasn't that always how it was? Every good thing daryl had ever had was tainted by Merle's reckless and stupid behavior. It was that way then and it hadn't changed, it never would.

The heavy welded doors opened slowly in front of all of them and out stepped an older man who was so tall even Tyreese had to look up to catch his eyes.

"Hello Alexandria, I'm so happy you all could make it. The ride here was smooth I assume? No trouble?"

Rick stepped forward, extending his hand to the stranger and grinning.

"No trouble at all. Thank you again for giving us the opportunity to say our piece, and Thank-you for giving my people a chance. I know how difficult it is to trust someone you hardly know, especially in this world."

Rick would have been one hell of a politician if the world hadn't gone to shit, it was amazing to see the easy way he talked to anyone and everyone never giving away even a piece of himself.

"Well of course, of course. Come on in then, you never know what's lurking in these woods." The man Daryl assumed was Charlie ushered them all inside the walls of the community, signaling to a group of men on top of the walls to close the doors.

It wasn't real.

There was absolutely no way something as prospering and lively and god damn beautiful could exist in the world they lived in now. Behind the walls of Georgetown was row after row of blooming and blossoming crops, farm animals grazed behind fenced fields, families tended to the fields and satellite panels stood tall on poles surrounding the beautifully kept homes. There were children playing and mothers knitting on porches, men were lugging lumber though the sidewalks and someone to Daryl's left was patching up the roof of a tiny yellow cottage.

"I told you." Rick whispered in his ear "I've never seen anything like it."

Neither had Daryl, not in this life or his last.

It felt welcoming and clean and homey..

It felt safe.

Maggie was the first to speak

"This place is beautiful, it's like a different world. I can't believe how much food y'all have! And the protection from the barriers and fences.. it's truly amazing."

Charlie smiled proudly

"Yes, we've worked very hard to achieve all that we have. But Rick tells me you've all worked hard as well. I'd heard of the saviors from passing travelers, fortunately we never encountered any at Georgetown. We're far too hidden to be found, of course we do have a plan of action in place should the time come we're threatened." His tone held a hint of a warning and Daryl felt Merle shift uncomfortably beside him, he got all fidgety when the saviors were mentioned. Daryl just got nauseous.

"You said we'd be able to meet more of your people? Not that I'm in any place to rush you but clearly we can see how well this place is run and I think we're all curious as to who's behind it." Rick smiled brightly and nudged Michonne until she was smiling just as wide.. albeit a bit more awkwardly.

"Well to be fair every single person who lives within the walls of our community is responsible for the progress and safety of our home. But if you mean my counsel, let me introduce you." The taller man pulled a walkie from his utility belt

"Hey team, meet in the corridor. Emergency meeting."

A chorus of jumbled

"Okay... got it.. be there in a sec."

sounded through the device.

"I haven't told them I was bringing you in, they would all be too anxious. They're going to be the deciding factors on whether I agree to the trade so I feel it's important they look at this with fresh eyes. It's better they don't have time to think on it." Charlie winked.

"I was in the shower. Someone better be dead."

A petite woman with short hair and tattooed arms came sprinting down the steps of the large white building that Daryl and his group were standing in front of. She was beautiful but the way her eyes landed on Michonne and lingered for just a moment too long made it fairly obvious she would not be interested in Rick, Daryl, Merle or anyone of that particular gender.

"You were in the shower? I was in dreamland. I was out all night scoping for walkers, you said I could sleep in." A mammoth sized man with a scarred face and dark blue eyes followed the smaller woman, trailing after her and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Charlie chuckled and shook his head

"These are a few of the people I wanted you to meet. They've come looking to trade with us, I wanted them to come by and meet you before we get into any details." He explained.

The tattooed woman reached a hand out to Michonne and the huge blue eyed man instantly reached for a high five from Rick

"I'm Tucker and that's Ruby. I run construction and head most of the supply runs, Ruby runs the armory she knows everything there is to know about guns so if you guys think you can ever get one over on her you're sorely mistaken." Tucker's laugh filled the air before he clapped a hand onto Glenn's shoulder nearly drilling him to the ground with the force of his grip. Merle snorted and Daryl had to fight to keep the smile off of his face.

"Aidan is tied up in the kitchen right now, he's got to get lunch out before we hit the road for our next run. He said he'd come by after."

Charlie nodded in understanding before turning towards The front doors of the white building again

"Where's Lil, I thought I heard her say..."

"I'm here! Sorry I got stuck with stitches on an eight year old not fun at a.."

Daryl's head snapped forward at that voice, he knew that voice, could pick it out of a million people. He never thought he would hear it again.. he never thought....

"LiliAnna?!?" Maggie practically squealed, dropping her weapons and running towards the blonde currently staring slack jawed at the group standing in front of her.

"Maggie?" She choked, falling back onto the steps of the stairs as the short haired brunette tackled her to the ground, squeezing her tight and rambling in her ear.

"I can't believe it's you! It's been almost two years! Look at you! You look amazing! I've missed you so much!" She babbled, tears leaking from her eyes as she held tight to her former best friend.

"I've missed you too." LiliAnna whispered, cupping Maggie's face and dropping her forehead to hers. When Maggie finally stepped away Rick was there to take her place, wrapping his arms around LiliAnna and smiling

"I had no idea you lived here? I've been back and forth for the past few weeks and I haven't seen you once." He pulled away and gave her a once over for injuries, Daryl had seen him do it countless times and it made his heart ache to see the familiarity playing out right before his eyes.

"I run Medical here, I'm The head nurse and we had a bit of an accident on our last run. I've been tending to the injured all month trying to get them back on their feet.. not to mention how busy I am typically." LiliAnna smiled softly before squeezing ricks hand and turning to greet the rest of the group, lingering a little longer on carol and wiping the older woman's tears with the sleeve of her jacket, they had always had a special bond.

"I feel like I'm missing something here." Ruby scratched her head.

"Ditto." Tucker shrugged, smiling at all of the happy faces "doesn't matter much though, look how happy they are. Can't bottle that up."

LiliAnna hugged Abraham one last time before finally turning towards Daryl.

"Daryl Dixon." She smiled softly, her eyes slightly misty with tears.

"Lili." He breathed, the name coming out no louder than a whisper. She looked beautiful, if possible even more so than he had ever seen her. Her long blonde hair was left loose at her shoulders, sky blue eyes big and bright on her sun kissed face. She was still too skinny, she always forgot to eat and it drove Daryl crazy, she was always too busy looking out for everyone else she often forgot about herself. But still she was beautiful, perfect. Except for..

There was a jagged light pink scar that stretched from the temple of her right eye all the way down to the corner of her top lip and when she walked towards him she walked with a limp, it wasn't all that noticeable but Daryl could see it, he'd memorized it as she walked away two years ago.

"Didn't think I'd ever see ya face again." He swallowed.

"Didn't think you would either." She answered honestly, her eyes were just as warm and beautiful as he remembered and her skin looked just as soft, he reached a hand out to touch her cheek when suddenly the shadow of a figure covered his back.

Almost as if she had been burned Lili flinched away, eyes casting over Daryl's shoulder and narrowing dangerously before she stumbled backwards and away from him. Daryl whipped around to see Merle standing directly behind him, eyes wide and apologetic when He noticed Daryl's hand still raised.

"Sorry little brother.. I didn't think."

"Ya never think." Daryl growled, harshly turning away from the man who had single handedly destroyed his happiness more times than he could count.

"LiliAnna! We gotta show you something."

Someone was coming towards them from a few feet away. Daryl couldn't make out the face yet but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

"That's D." Charlie explained "he's part of our combat group.. teaches our residents how to defend themselves."

D...

Dwight.

Sure enough the mangled man came rushing forward, a child in his arms with wild blonde curls and bright blue eyes, a huge smile on the child's face.. the kid couldn't be older than a year and he looked nothing like Dwight.. actually he looked more like..

"Mama!"

Mama? Did that mean..

"Hi sweet boy! How was your nap? Did Uncle D keep you up again?" LiliAnna reached for the baby in Dwight's arms and cradled him to her chest pressing sloppy kisses all over his cheek while he giggled and squirmed.

"You have a baby?" Michonne let the severe sharpness of her features lessen for just a moment as she stared at the mother and her child.

"I do. His names Greyson and he just tuned one." She smiled proudly.

"Oh my god Hershel Jr. just found himself a new best friend." Maggie tugged in Glenn's sleeve in excitement and even the lanky Korean couldn't keep the smile off of his face. LiliAnnas eyes softened immediately and she grinned

"It was a boy?" She asked Maggie.

"It sure was.. just like your little angel." Maggie moved forward to squeeze the chubby little ones cheeks. Rick was talking to Charlie and the rest of the group was either admiring Greyson or asking Ruby and Tucker questions.

"You see it don't you?" Merle asked from his space beside Daryl.

"See what?" Daryl refused to take his eyes off of the baby in LiliAnnas arms.

"Those are mamas eyes." Merle chuckled making Daryl snap his head towards his older brother.

"What?"

Merle shook his head at his brothers obliviousness

"That boys a Dixon through and through."

Dwight's body stiffened at the sound of Merle's voice, he whipped around and drew his gun the instant his eyes caught sight of Merle.

"Woah!" Ruby shouted

Everyone turned towards the commotion and Charlie rushed towards Dwight

"D, what are you doing.. these people are our guests.. you can't just pull your.."

"Guests?!" Dwight scoffed "why the hell is he in our camp?! Why would you let him in here!"

LiliAnna handed Greyson off to Maggie and moved to stand beside Dwight, placing her hand in his arm she spoke quickly

"It's okay.. I'm okay. It's fine Dwight, put the gun down"

"Are they here to do business? They want to trade? Fat chance!" Dwight kept his gun trained on Merle but spoke directly to Charlie "you cannot let these people in here, you cannot do business with them. They took in that.. that monster." His hands were shaking around the trigger of his rifle and Daryl couldn't move, his feet frozen to the spot. Merle seemed to be in the same position because he hadn't even drawn his gun yet.

"What did he do? What's going on LiliAnna?" Tucker came to stand behind Dwight as back up and Ruby soon followed, her hands tight on her pistol.

"He.. it was the past.." She whispered, her eyes darting to her son behind her.

Suddenly images flooded Daryl's brain.

Dwight carrying a nearly lifeless Lili through the smoke and ash, her face so bruised and bloody it was almost unrecognizable.

The screaming. Her cries of pain and desperation as Hershel attempted to stitch her up and set her bones.

Her wide, terrified eyes when she looked up at him from the cot as Hershel relocated her shoulder

"Merle." She had croaked "it was Merle."

"I'll tell you what happened." Dwight growled, the click of his trigger sounding through the almost silent air "that bastard beat Lil to death and made me watch. She survived because she's stronger than all of us but he was trying to kill her... slowly.. he wanted her to feel it."

Daryls eyes met Lilis from across the field.

She looked him dead in the eye for just a moment before she raced over to Maggie, scooped up Greyson and rushed back up the stairs to the big building.

Charlie cleared his throat and placed a hand on Dwight's raised Gun.

"It looks like we may have more to discuss."

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[thorntonkrell-blog-blog]

I'm coming down from yet another moment of Christmas magic. Let me tell ya about i before I forget.

Under the influence, memory and recommendation of Thornton Krell, wherever he is, I have become a long time fan of Have Gun Will Travel will travel. Any fan of Have Gun Will Travels is also a fan of Richard Boone that paladin that Knight without armor in a savage land.

Always of particular fascination are the episodes of HGWT that were directed by the man himself....Richard Boone, the terror of Stanford, the hunter of the Last Dinosaur.

Today I was watching MeTv which specializes in showing teevee shows from the fifties. Actually, I was dipping into my taped collection of 22 episodes of HGWT. I have to be in a particularly nostalgic mood to dip into the collection as I have so much recorded sports to watch on teevee and so little time.

I randomly fired up an episode entitled approximately Save Room for Strangers. That isn't the real title but it's about as close as I can come as I accidentally (and sadly) erased the episode after viewing it . My intention was to recap the story while re-watching it so that I could render all of the details exactly but since the sad erasure, I'm gonna have to go with my memory.

Save Room for Strangers begins with Paladin wearing a heavy jacket and riding into a small town on a freezing evening. He ties his horse up next to a saloon. Even while outside the saloon, Paladin can hear the raucous, drunken behavior going on in the inside.

When Paladin enters the saloon, he trips over the body of a drunken man who has blacked out while blocking out the swinging doors of the saloon. The place is completely packed. Paladin stops for a moment to check out the drunk in the way and in that instant he is approached by a prostitute eager to do business with our hero. Paladin rejects the advance of the blonde floozie named Annie. He heads to the bar where he refuses some rotgut whiskey from an ornery, unwelcoming barkeep. Paladin is looking for a room but the barkeep, a guy named Jake, informs Paladin that the place is full and there is no room particularly for a stranger. Paladin is immediately wary but first things first.....he needs something warm to eat. Jake informs Paladin that the kitchen is closed, the only thing available is some stew, which "ain't too good but at least it's hot."

Paladin looks for an empty table and heads for it but he's beaten to the table by a blotto bearded bum who decides to tap dance on the table in his barefeet while the patrons gather around him, encouraging his ribald behavior.

Finally Paladin located the only other available table at which sits an older gentleman wearing a top who has a bunch of wrapped Christmas presents on the table. Paladin asks the old guy who the presents are for and Mr. Top Hat tells Paladin that the gifts are for himself....he buys and wraps them every year to give to his kids who have grown up and abandoned him just in case they miraculously show up which they haven't done in decades.

Paladin begins to slurp his stew when a young cowboy enters the bar and gets shoed into Paladin who spills the stew all over himself and Mr. Top Hat. Paladin reflexively goes for his gun but the young cowboy is quick to apologize.

Here's the first shock.

The cowboy is played by Duane Eddy. Duane Eddy is/was a guitarist who was at the time of the making of the episode going through a teen idol phase of his career. I had seen Duane live at a rock and roll show in Rochester in which I heard an electric guitar for the first time in my life, a sound that I'm sure changed my destiny. This was about the time that teen stars like Frankie Avalon, Fabian and Rick Nelson were getting movie and teevee gigs too bring in "the kids"

I was kid then now I'm more like the guy in the Top Hat except for the fact that my kids have stuck with me and I with them. Last week I was in Boston having Thanksgiving with one of my daughters and five of our grandchildren and the day after that I went with another daughter to pick out her Christmas tree.

My daughter is into vinyl these days and as we decorated her tree we went through her album collection which is mainly the remains of my album collection. We pulled out the first album that I ever bought which happened to be "The Twangs the Thang" by Duane Eddy on the Jamie label.

Oh where was I

Oh yeah

Duane needs a room but the bartender/owner tells Duane that he has no room.

Duane goes out into the freezing night and Paladin follows him. In his stage coach is Duane's wife who is beginning to go into labor. Paladin recognizes the situation and assures Duane that he will get a room in the frontier dive.

He goes up to the owner and explains the situation to the unsympathetic barkeep who asks Paladin who the hell he thinks he is coming into this town and pushing everybody around. At this point Paladin takes out his famous business card....HAVE GUN WILL TRAVEL. The barkeep is intimidated and says he's got a stockroom in the back. Paladin, Duane and the very pregnant wife head for the stockroom which is tiny and filthy but the best anybody can do in the situation.

Once he gets the young couple into the stockroom, Paladin returns to the bar where he is once again propositioned by yet another prostitute. He tries to locate the town doctor but is informed that the doctor is the guy blacked out by the door who once a year comes into town, gets totally wasted and can not be revived no matter how much coffee gets poured into him. Paladin wonders if there had never ever been a time when the doctor was needed so desperately. The bartender said "Yeah, Just once and the guy died."

Paladin fires his gun in the bar which gets everybody's attention. The reason Paladin had to use his gun was because another guy was trying to draw on him and Paladin had to shoot the cigar out of his mouth before throwing the guy over the blacked out doctor and into the freezing street.

Having gained the attention of the out of control joint, Paladin begins to describe the labor goin on in the stockroom asking for help and quoting from the bible. Another drunken bum walks up to Paladin and accused Paladin of having his halo on to tight which almost causes another gunfight until the bum backs down.

Paladin now appeals to the womanhood of the two other prostitutes in the bar, including Annie who is getting her neck licked by yet another intoxicated townie.

The appeal works and Annie decides to go into the stockroom and help out even though "she doesn't know what she's doing."

Paladin returns to the bar and fetches some whiskey and the hot water. He comes into the stockroom where Duane's wife is into serious labor and he pours three or four shots direct from the bottle down her throat assuring her that this elixir will "help her with the pain."

He leaves the room for a minute and when he comes back in, the baby has been safely delivered. Annie is agog with wonder. She helped. Duane's wife is radiant. She promised him a son.

The riot outside the stockroom has quieted down. The townfolk embarrassed about their behavior. They take up a collection. The barkeep comes into the stock room and gives the money "not much" to the mother while Duane beams with pride while holding his newborn son delivered on Christmas eve during the first dawning moments of Christmas Eve.

The Top Hat guy joyfully hands over his packages to the mother and the guy who questioned the tightness of Paladin's halo barges in with a huge Christmas tree.

Paladin smiles his smile. He heads for the door. On the way out, he takes one last look at the"doctor". The doctor has a blanket around him which Paladin removes and puts over his own broad shoulders as he gets on his horse, apparently leaving his expensive jacket behind in exchange for the blanket. Pladin heads out of town when he sees a sign which identifies the town....Betlehem Texas. The gunfighter nods in approval and rides away at which point I hit delete and started worrying that if I didn't run downstairs and start writing this recap, I wouldn't remember it.

Obviously I got to the keyboard in the saint nick of time