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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Missed Connection 3

Summary: A flight delay causes a chance meeting between R and Jenna Ortega

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Listen, for my fellow Californians, I am aware there is little to no grass on Mt. Hollywood, this is fiction and I will make grass grow wherever I want it to!

Part 1 Part 2

“Dani, she wants to hang out with me today.”

You’re pacing in your apartment, AirPods in your ears, your voice just a touch below becoming shrill.

“Okay, I fail to see the problem here.”

“She said she’ll pick me up tonight. Is this a date? I don’t know anything about anything right now.”

“Do you want it to be a date?”

You throw your hands up, “Of course I want it to be a date! Have you seen her?”

Dani’s laughter crackles through your headphones, making you groan.

“I’m sorry, I’m just having a tough time feeling bad for you. Hang on- DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING BLINKER, YOU STUPID-“

You wince and turn the volume on your phone down as she yells profanities at some anonymous commuter. Some of the things that come out of her mouth are enough to make you cringe, but you have to laugh at her antics.

“Okay, sorry. LA. You know. Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah! You have accidentally run into the world’s It Girl twice, and now she wants to hang out with you. Who cares if it’s a date or not? Woo her if it isn’t, make your move if it is!”

You’re going to wear a path in your rug if you keep pacing like this. You don’t stop.

“It’s not that easy! I’m awkward, dude. I don’t know what to do with my hands.”

Dani sighs so loud you think she might hang up on you.

“Let’s be real here. Besides knocking her off her feet twice, you haven’t had to make a move. She’s doing all the leg work for you. Just fucking put on something nice, and enjoy the ride!”

You know she’s right. Even if it isn’t a date, you have the privilege of hanging out with someone incredible. You straighten your spine and stop your pacing.

“You’re right. I’ve got this.”

“You’ve got this! Don’t forget to tell me all about it as soon as possible. I’m living my dreams through you. Actually, you should ask if Emma is single for me; maybe have her pass along my number….”

“Goodbye, Dani,” you laugh, phone in hand.

“Think about it! We could go on double-“

You hang up the phone, ending the conversation. You have a few hours before you need to get ready. Whatever Jenna is taking you to do doesn’t require daylight because she’s not coming to get you until nightfall.

You’re dressed and ready far too early. Your nerves are making you feel so queasy you wonder if this is a good idea. Maybe you’d rather sit in your apartment alone and freak out about the time you almost went on a maybe date with Jenna Ortega. The idea of that alone strengthens your resolve. You will do this. It’s not like she’s going to murder you…you think.

In an effort to calm your anxiety, you leave your apartment and wait outside. Pacing has become your new thing, apparently, because you’re practically blazing a trail in the parking lot concrete. You consider calling Dani but decide against it. She’d probably yell about how lucky you were and tell you to buck up.

An SUV pulls into the lot, but you ignore it, too busy with your worrying to notice. It isn't until it pulls up next to you that you give it any attention. The black-tinted window rolls down, and your heart nearly leaps out of your throat. Jenna is smiling at you behind the wheel, her fingers drumming on it. She’s twenty minutes early.

“I was going to park and give myself about ten minutes to be nervous before I let you know I was here. So…you’ve kind of ruined that for me,” she says with an embarrassed smile on her face.

You stop pacing and stare. She’s nervous. You’re nervous. Suddenly the idea of her being anxious makes you feel it less. You walk up to the car and rest your hands on the window frame.

“I came out here because I was too anxious to sit in my apartment for another minute.”

Her face relaxes as you speak, realizing you’re both feeling the same way.

“Well, get in then. Our simultaneous meltdowns will have to happen on the way up.”

You open the car door and climb in, the window rolling up as you close the door.

“Up?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt.

“Up,” she parrots back, not giving you further context.

“You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”

“There's a meteor shower tonight,” she says as she pulls out of your parking lot, the music from her car radio playing quietly.

You turn to watch her, curiosity getting the better of your nerves, “Yeah, there is. I’m surprised you know about that.”

She scoffs, “Why? You think actors don’t like the sky just as much as anyone else?”

“No,” you laugh, “no, of course not. I just figured you’d be so busy. When do you even have time for stuff like that?”

Her eyebrows raise, and she tilts her head to the side, glancing over at you. “Right now.”

You nod, feeling a little stupid. You chalk it up to still being starstruck. At least in the car, it was impossible for you to accidentally tackle her this time, though the image of purposefully falling on top of her isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever thought of. You widen your eyes at the thought, chastising yourself for how out of line it was. You still don’t really know if this is a date.

You look over at her and catch her chewing her bottom lip. She’s still nervous. The thought of that makes you feel giddy. Her eyes leave the road for a second to look over at you, and she smiles again, looking back out the windshield.

“I think you’re going to like this. Well, I hope you do, because if not, I’ll overthink it for the next lifetime.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll like anything you have planned,” you blurt out, immediately regretting the way your voice goes up an octave.

She just continues to smile, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel. A song you recognize starts playing through the speakers, and you hum along to it, trying your best to look out the window and not stare at her as she drives. It’s more difficult than you had imagined it would be.

When her car pulls into the Griffith Park Observatory, you know you’re totally screwed. Either she has you perfectly pinned, or your tastes in a fun night out are so similar there's no way you’re not going to fall in love with her.

She parks her car and turns to you, “This is it. Is this okay?”

“Okay? Jenna, this is fucking great.” You reassure her, maybe a little overenthusiastically.

The reaction she gives you makes your being a bit of a fool worth it. The tension in her shoulders you hadn't noticed before dissipates, the shallow lines between her eyebrows smooth out, and her eyes crinkle in the corners. She gets out of the car, and you follow, waiting at the front while she grabs something from the back seat. When she rounds the car, she’s carrying a rolled up blanket and a tote bag. You can hear glasses clinking and can’t help the devious grin that takes control of your face.

“What do you have there?”

She shrugs, making her way past you toward the park, “Come find out.”

You follow her, jogging to catch up. She leads you down a path behind the observatory through a thin clutch of trees. You’ve been here enough to know where she’s going; everyone in LA hikes Mount Hollywood at least once. It’s late enough that there aren’t many people out, and in casual clothes, Jenna blends in with the rest of them.

You’re content to walk beside her, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. In fact, you know you’re the luckiest person in the world because she steals glances at you every few minutes as you walk. She turns off the path toward a grassy hill and stops, unfurling the blanket and laying it out. She sits, arranging the bag in her lap, and you take your place next to her, your shoulders brushing.

She pulls a bottle of wine from the bag, holds it up for you to take as she digs around the bottom of it. You laugh, eyeing the label.

“Ma’am, I don't think you’re old enough for this. Am I supposed to drink it alone?”

She frowns at you, her arm up to her elbow in the bag, “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“Okay, okay. Jenna Ortega is a bad boy type, huh?”

She snorts, “Oh yeah, a bottle of wine on a blanket really screams bad boy.”

She stops looking at you and opens the bag with both hands, peering inside of it with a frown.

“Slight problem, though,” she pulls out a corkscrew and hands it to you, returning to the bag. “I think I forgot cups.”

You raise an eyebrow and smirk, using the corkscrew to open the bottle. With the cork dislodged, you take a swig from the bottle and grin.

“We don’t need them, here.” You hand the bottle over to her, and she sets the bag aside, watching you closely.

She takes a sip, her eyes still on your face. She seems to be looking for something there, but she gives no indication of what it is. After a moment, she hands the bottle back to you and leans back on her elbows, her face pointed to the sky.

“It’s starting,” she says, pointing up.

You drink another gulp and mirror her, resting the bottle on your side. You watch the pinpoints of light streak across the sky, their tails turning white as they burn up. Thousands of them shower over you, and you almost forget where you are until Jenna’s pinky brushes yours, and suddenly the falling rocks in the sky are not even close to the most interesting thing in the world. You turn your head to look at her, her eyes still on the sky.

The flashes of the meteors spark in her eye, and the moon shines down on her cheekbones, and suddenly you feel the need to drink more wine. You turn and take a healthy gulp, offering the bottle to her. She smiles politely and takes it, drinking from it twice before resting it between you and wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She tilts her head back again, her posture relaxed.

“You’re supposed to be admiring the meteors, y/n.”

You feel heat rise into your cheeks, and your eyes widen in embarrassment. You jerk your head up, and she giggles at your side. You reach for the bottle at the same moment she does, and your fingers brush again, quickly turning your attention to your hand. You look up, and she’s already looking at you, her expression shy. She hands you the bottle, and you drink, passing it back to her.

In an effort to relieve the clear tension that you don't know how to handle, you break the silence.

“So what’s it like?”

She swallows, rests the bottle on her leg, “What’s what like?”

“Fame, fortune, the love of the masses?”

She sighs, “It kind of came as a surprise. I know that sounds stupid because of my job, but it really did.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid.”

“No, it definitely does. And I’m grateful, I really am. I just wasn’t ready for how insane it was going to be.”

“I mean, there have to be perks, though, right?”

“Of course there are. Actually, I’m going to the Met Gala next week. That’s a major perk.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “That sounds terrifying. There’s a reason I stay behind the camera.”

Jenna sits up and looks down at you, a spark of an idea in her eye. You frown, waiting to hear what she has to say.

“You should come. To the Gala.”

You snort, “Absolutely not. Jenna, no way.”

But it’s too late. She's excited, nodding, pushing the wine bottle into your hands.

“Yes way! Come! It’ll be so much more fun if you’re there.”

You take another drink, smile around the mouth of the bottle, “I’ll consider it. But only for work. There is no way I’m going anywhere near that red carpet.”

“It’s not red this year.”

“That does not change the situation.”

Jenna does not drop the idea for the rest of the night. The meteor shower is quickly forgotten as you both take turns sipping from the bottle of wine, talking. She tells you about the dress she’s wearing to the gala, gushes over it for longer than you realized anyone could speak on a garment. You enjoy it, watching her talk animatedly about her stylist and the designer. As the bottle empties and inhibitions lower, you both grow more comfortable with each other. The awkwardness from the beginning of the night fades away, and you quickly find yourself at ease with her again.

You’re not sure what time it is when she orders an Uber, both of you laughing and stumbling back to the parking lot. When the car stops at your apartment, you want to kiss her. You want her to show you a sign, any sign that it’s okay. You don’t give yourself enough time to make a stupid mistake, though, and end up jumping out of the car right as she leans toward you.

You dip your head down into the car, “I had a lot of fun tonight. I’ll see you soon.”

She looks up at you, her eyes hopeful, “Get ready for New York. I’m going to convince you to go if it’s the last thing I do.”

You smirk, shaking your head, “Good night!”

You shut the door and watch the car pull out of your lot, a lopsided grin on your face. When it’s out of sight, you head inside, ready to tell Dani the whole story. And maybe try to find a reason to work at the Met Gala. One that has more to do with your portfolio, and less to do with brown eyes and freckles.

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kiiwiigii · 8 months

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New Life

Demetri x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were new to this life. A life sustained on blood. There were only two rules you had been taught: 1. Don't expose your kind. 2. Never attract the attention of the Volturi.

Warnings:

Kinda-sorta-fluff?

Angsty-ish

Word Count: 1400+

Requested?:Yes! @pooka167 I hope you like it!

Heya, thanks for adding me to your taglist! Could I please request a demetri fic (he currently has a chokehold on me, and I blame my adhd brain for picking the most random things to fixate on🤣) where he meets them by chance while on his way back from a mission for the volturi and the reader is a newborn vampire who's very confused about being a vampire but also a little nervous as the person who turned them had explained the volturi and stuff and they freak out thinking they broke a rule without realising it and Demetri reassures them and takes them back to volterra with him to be a part of the volturi? Thank you 💖💖

A/N: This was fun to write.

I was a mistake, he told me. He thought I was gifted. He thought I would make an excellent addition to his coven. The only thing, he said to me, was that at least I was pretty. And even then I was rather mediocre-looking by vampire standards.

I had wanted to cry then. But vampires can't cry of course. This- this man, had cursed me with an immortal life, only sustained by drinking the blood of others. I couldn't even kill myself if I wanted to. So now I was stuck. Forever nineteen and cursed with a burning in my throat that would never subside.

All because he thought I had been gifted.

Instead, I was about as ordinary as one could be. He had wasted his time seducing me. But I suppose time wasn't really relevant for someone who lived for eternity. And for someone who never slept.

That's what I missed the most from my old life. Sleep. I missed being able to turn off my brain. To dream. That and food. Sadly the smell of human food made me gag now. But the thought of taking a human life also made me queasy.

I had a rather substantial amount of control as a newborn. At least that's what I had been told. But in the 5 months I had been a vampire, I'd had my fair share of slip-ups.

Three weeks ago, Nathan finally decided I was useless and left me with one warning. Don't expose yourself or attract the attention of the Volturi.

He had made the consequences very clear if I were to do either.

Since then it had been a struggle. Finding a place to hide and keeping myself in check. I had a hard time taking the lives of innocents, so instead I turned to looking for criminals, which is easier than anyone would think.

But I had lost control twice. I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. A had wiped out a whole family the second time. I wanted to gag as venom filled my mouth at the thought. I'd had a sense of mind to make it look like a house fire in the end and then fled the area.

I was in a new town now and had holed up in a warehouse for the night, the sounds of the water of the empty harbor lulled me into a sense of peace.

Until I heard footsteps.

My eyes popped open and my nose flared in alarm. If they were a human they would be dead. The burning in my throat was too much. My control was this close to snapping. I was suddenly on my haunches, hissing softly.

But... it wasn't a human, although whatever it was... smelled absolutely divine. I couldn't put my finger on the exact smell. Only that I really liked it. Pine mixed with... amber, maybe?

It had to be another vampire.

And it was.

"Well, what do we have here?"

My eyes widened at the sight of him. Outside of Nathan, I had never met another vampire. This man was beautiful, with dirty blonde hair, thin lips, and rather angular face. And his eyes were a stunning red.

And his voice...

I met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through me. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt warmth.

I stood slowly, watching as he gazed at me, mouth slightly agape.

"I have waited centuries for you." He whispered, stunned.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I felt both flustered and confused. Then I caught sight of the necklace around his neck. An intricate 'V' crest.

If I had a beating heart I'm sure it would have slammed out of my chest. I flew backward into the wall, creating a human-shaped imprint before causing it to crumble around me.

The man looked shocked, holding his hands up in surrender.

"I- I promise I haven't done anything. I haven't exposed our kind- I burned- I made it look like a house fire. I promise there was nothing left."

He just gave me a confused look, approaching me cautiously, his hands still out until he was right before me. He squatted down next to me and I cringed away.

"You're not in trouble, love." His voice drifted over me soothingly.

I stared at him warily, despite my body's protests to relax.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

"But- but." My eyes glanced back down to the crest around his neck and he took notice. "Aren't you a part of the Volturi? Aren't you here about the family I killed last week? I'm so sorry-"

"Please relax. I'm not here to punish you for anything. I don't even know what you're talking about, love."

When I still wouldn't relax he held his hand out to me.

"I am Demetri. It is lovely to meet you...?"

I reluctantly took his hand, and if I had still been human I would have blushed violently when he kissed my hand.

"Y- Y/N." I stuttered.

"Y/N."

I really liked the way he said my name.

"Demetri?" A new, deeper voice sounded from behind this… Demetri.

I jumped and cursed myself for not being more aware.

"Just a moment, Felix. I have found something- someone extraordinary."

"Oh?"

Felix came into sight and my eyes nearly bugged out of my head. He was huge. Easily the biggest man I had ever seen. And my eyes didn't miss the golden crest hanging from his neck.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he scanned me. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"I mean in vampiric years. When were you changed?"

I paused, still eyeing him warily. Demetri gave my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Five months. I was changed five months ago,"

"Five months??" Demetri's mouth dropped open in surprise before snapping shut angrily.

I flinched backwards, taking my hand back. He caught himself and relaxed.

"I'm sorry, love. You have done nothing wrong. But why are you on your own? Where is your sire?"

"He left me."

"Left you?" Felix asked.

"Yes. Three weeks ago."

Demetri looked absolutely livid.

"He left you, a newborn, on their own?"

I chewed my lip and his eyes zeroed in on them, his beautiful red eyes darkening a little.

"Who is your sire? Why did he leave?" Felix murmured.

I looked down at my knees guiltily, picking at my worn jeans. Suddenly I was very aware of how disgusting I must appear to them. To Demetri. I shook my head, warmth filling me again at just the thought of him.

"Y/N?"

Demetri's hand appeared over my own, stopping my fidgeting.

"His name is Nathan. I'm not sure where he is now. He- he changed me because he thought I had a gift, but when- when it turned out I didn't…" I blinked harshly at the venom pooling in my eyes. "He left me. He only allows those that are gifted in his coven."

Demetri hissed angrily before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He clasped my hand and lifted it to his lips again. I sucked in a surprised breath myself.

"Why don't you come with Felix and me back to Volterra? We will welcome you with open arms, gift or not."

I looked at Demetri, his pleading eyes staring into my own. I had been warned about the Volturi, but here were two members of the coven who had shown me the most kindness since I had awoken into this new life.

"And it would mean the world to me. To have you there with me."

"You- you said that you had been waiting centuries for me." My voice was barely a whisper. "What does- what does that mean? What did you mean?"

Demetri and Felix shared a look before the latter began to walk away, perhaps to give us a semblance of privacy.

"What did your sire tell you about vampires? About our world?"

His thumb rubbed circles into my now open palm, a gentle caress that helped me finally relax.

"He explained the basics, like feeding and staying inconspicuous. He mentioned that some vampires have gifts… and about the Volturi." I met his eyes then.

"Nothing else?"

I shook my head and in a surprise move, he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead. I felt my body begin to heat up a little.

"Then I have much to teach you, if you'll come back with me that is."

He was pleading. How could I say no? I thought of them leaving me here- of him leaving me and I couldn't stand the thought of it.

"Okay. I think I would like that."

Demetri grinned, and it was like my whole world was shining.

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cumikering · 2 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 7

2.3k | angst, suggestive Keegan was the common denominator (part 1) (part 8)

Keegan felt like he was losing his fucking mind.

It was a full moon that Friday night, but it had been long since he’d learnt to control his urges, and they were never about chasing or biting. Even when he felt “alright” the day after, he didn’t trust himself. He locked himself home that weekend, not wanting to find out what other shenanigan his body was doing to him.

Of course you’d texted and called, but in his panic, he barely wanted to talk, still ashamed of what he did to you. It was an understatement to say he freaked out. His short texts only assured he was alright, but couldn’t meet.

The week dragged on, unbearable, like nails on a hundred chalkboards. Instead of you, his hoodies and beanies you wore were his only company. He couldn’t keep you in the dark, hell, he always knew this. The dagger was his silent promise, but what happened made him think twice if it was a good idea that you were involved with him. He didn’t know what he was capable of anymore.

On the couch, as the TV played quietly in the background, he stared at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. Raider curled up by his feet, the bland takeaway dinner half-eaten on the coffee table. He lamented the past few months, that he got damn close to getting what he wanted. How it had perched in his palm, but before he could grasp it, it had floated away.

Perhaps it was just as well he never met your girlfriends, saved you the shame of being involved with someone like him. A weakling who couldn’t even tell you what he felt towards you.

“Guess it’s just you and me again, buddy.” Like how it’s always meant to be.

His phone dinged. He knew it was you from the custom tone he’d set. He reached for it, dread lodged in his throat from having to give you another sorry excuse when what he wanted to do the most was to touch you, hold you in his arms.

It’s obvious you’re not into this anymore. I would appreciate it if you’re honest so we can both move on from this.

He sat up so fast, his head spun as his heart pounded against his ribs. No, no, this isn’t how it’s supposed to end.

I’m heading to yours right now.

When Keegan got to your door, he was panting from sprinting up the stairs.

For the first time, understandably, you didn’t answer with a smile. You let him in wordlessly and he followed you to sit at the dining table where a huge bag lay. Judging by one of his jackets poking out of it, you had packed his stuff. His stomach twisted.

You stared at him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so scrutinised, disgraceful. He averted his gaze to his clenched fists under the table.

“I’m not asking for a reason, but I hope you know what you’re doing isn’t fair.”

He swallowed. “Yes, I know. That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I don’t want to be your second choice.”

He looked up at the wobble of your voice. “You’re not. There’s never been anyone else, only you.“

“Good.” It was your turn to look away, brows furrowed as you blinked hard. “Okay. Well, thanks for showing up.” You voice cracked as you pushed the bag towards him. “Here are your things.”

“Pea-“ He caught himself, sighing heavily as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I didn’t come here to say goodbye, but if you could hear me out… I’m not ready to talk about it, but something happened last year on a mission and I haven’t been the same. Last Friday, I got really scared when I hurt you. I’d never done that before and I’m terrified of doing it again. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I do.”

Your gaze stayed on him.

“I’m still into you. Fuck me, I’m still so fucking into you.” He laughed to himself. “I hated not seeing you, but I’m stuck. I don’t know what’s happening to me and I don’t know what to do. I’m scared you’d leave if I tell you.”

Your eyes softened. He’d missed you so much, your eyes, your smile, your voice. The past week had been truly horrible.

“I don’t know what happened, and I’m not going to make you tell me if you’re not ready.” You paused. “But if you’re worried my feelings would change, no, I don’t think they will, if you’re the same Keegan I’ve been spending my time with the past few months. Are you?”

“I am,” he said breathlessly.

“Then I don’t see what you need to be scared,” you whispered, a tear finally slipping.

“I never want to see you cry, peanut.” He knelt beside you and wiped the stray tear with his thumb. “Especially not because of me.”

“Don’t make me feel like I’m the only one who wants this,” you said in a small voice, eyes closed as you tilted towards his touch.

“I won’t, I promise.” He pressed his face onto your shoulder, arms wrapping around you. He felt like the biggest idiot for making you feel like he didn’t want you. “I’ll tell you what happened-”

“Just hold me.”

Later, upon your request, he carried you to bed as the heat crept up his neck. With the lights off, you pulled him with you when he laid you down, sighing as he finally tasted your soft lips again. Despite the dark, he saw your silhouette, the way you bit your lip as you lay bare for him, under him. You were hopelessly beautiful, the way your lips parted, the way your body shivered under his touch. Your hooded gaze made his breath hitch.

All for me.

He pressed against you, feeling everything he always wanted, your thighs soft against his hips. His chest was going to explode at the noises filling the room, the lovely cries of yours that had been a mere fantasy to him.

“My pretty, pretty little thing,” he panted against your temple between kisses as you clung desperately to him, your back arching.

He’d tell you tomorrow, he swore to himself. He wanted all of this and he’d get his heart shattered into a thousand pieces trying to keep it.

Keegan wished he didn’t wake up from the best sleep of his life for a few more hours, but the soldier in him thought otherwise. You were in his arms in nothing but a t-shirt, the comforter kicked halfway off the bed. His gaze lingered on you. With the early sun caressing your flawless skin, you couldn’t be more beautiful to him.

“I love you, peanut,” he said, voice barely a whisper.

He thought he saw your lips curl into the softest smile. He let out a small chuckle before pulling the comforter over you and that’s when he saw it. From your hip down to your upper thigh ran a set of tan birthmarks resembling scratches.

Just like his scar from that night.

Fated mates share scars and/ birthmarks… Rejection would cause the werewolf to stay in his wolf form permanently by the 8th full moon…

His body went cold. You were his mate. If he thought your addicting scent was an amusing coincidence, it was undeniable now with the scar you shared. He counted, that night he bit you was the 6th full moon since he first saw you in the woods. The clock had started ticking long ago and he was none the wiser.

It dawned on him it wasn’t his imagination that his sight and smell became better, reflexes faster, that these bizarre impulses had been tormenting his mind as he neared his curse of eternal savagery.

He got dressed and left as fast as he could, being careful to not wake you. Back at his, he sat on the couch with a blank stare, Raider next to him, confused by his grave handler.

Am I dying?

Okay, no, he wasn’t, but he was turning into a wolf. He knew he said being a wolf wasn’t bad at all, but that was before you. Now he just wanted to be normal, to be with you.

What the fuck was he going to say to you? ‘Yeah, if you don’t return the feelings of the huge wolf from the woods who’s hopelessly in love with you and won’t let him bite your neck at the next full moon. Well, I’ll be that wolf forever and foam at the mouth from a broken-heart.’

What about his mum? His friends? ‘Last year a wolf attacked me in the field and I’ve been able to turn into one ever since. Oh, and because no one loves me, I won’t be human anymore so goodbye forever! Don’t come visit me in the woods if you don’t want rabies.’

What would he do as a wolf, nap all day? He needed a job. Would Elias consider a wolf a K9? If not, his deployment in two days would be one of the last. He’d never be able to hold a rifle ever again, cook grenades or toss flashbangs, or bark orders and scare the scrawny recruits.

What would he eat in the woods? Warm, raw meat sounded irredeemably revolting and riddled with pathogens. He wouldn’t be able to eat PB sandwiches anymore, nor his mum’s lasagna. It had been too long since he saw his family and had his mum’s cooking too. He missed them, and you hadn’t even met them yet.

It hit like a ton of bricks to realise how much he came to appreciate in the past months, how much he held close to his heart now. A striking contrast, when for years he gladly took risks, unattached to his life, ready to go to hell any day. But after you… With your laughter and company, the world seemed to not be half as bad at all.

Keegan was fucked. He didn’t deserve you. To have you return his feelings was too tall an order when you could have anyone. His chances were in the negatives.

But he had to tell you, even if you didn’t feel the same and he’d turn into a wolf next month. At least you had to know how he felt for you.

Consumed by his thoughts, he didn’t realise it was way past noon. He left without saying a word. Guilt-ridden, he reached for his phone to call you, but it rang in his hand instead.

It was Merrick, calling for an emergency shipping out. Immediately, Keegan packed and rushed to base with Raider. After a thorough mission brief and preparations, the Ghosts boarded the plane at sundown. It was then he realised he never got to call you. A text would have to do for now.

Peanut, I’m shipping out right now. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say bye. I’ll call you the first chance I get.

Close to 24 hours later, he finally made it to the safe house, but no message was waiting for him. He must have upset you for leaving. It was his fault for bailing whenever he panicked. He sat outside in the chilly night next to Raider and called you. Despite multiple attempts, they all went straight to voicemail. He sighed and the pooch licked his hand as if to soothe his handler.

Call me back, peanut. I miss you.

Another day passed and there was still nothing from you. He checked – the reception was good enough. His calls went to voicemail again.

Still waiting to hear from you. Please reply?

On the third night, still empty-handed, he borrowed Ajax’s phone. When asked what for, he glared at his friend who immediately dropped his teasing smile and averted his gaze. He dialled your number as his heart raced, clutching your handkerchief. He lingered before pressing call, dreading to confirm his suspicion. The call went through although unanswered.

You’d blocked him. It sent a pang to his chest. He understood what it looked like. After giving you the cold shoulder for a week, apologising and spending the most memorable night with you, he was gone again without a word before you even woke.

He realised he was the bad guy here, the fool too fucking stupid for his own good. He saw it now. He was the common denominator of all his failed relationships after all.

He tossed Ajax’s phone back to him, not caring that it landed on his ribs making him wince.

“Why, did you get dumped?”

He had no energy to respond. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his pillow. The lump in his throat sat uncomfortably. He wanted to scream, to go home and fix all this with you.

In his rush to leave, it slipped his mind to pack anything apart from your gift which he always kept with his gear on base. It had been months since you’d handed it to him, and despite his better sense of smell, there wasn’t much at all to satisfy the ache, his craving for you. He could only bare a few days without your scent – he knew the buzzing would be back soon and it was going to be torture.

He prayed he could hold on until the end of the mission. He had to, to not lose his shit and land himself in more trouble. Your gift would have to do.

Days later, when evac arrived at the LZ, Keegan was near to tears at the thought of finally finishing the mission, even that he had no idea what kind of mess was waiting for him at home. He was going to make things right, once and for all.

His relief was short-lived. As Raider jumped onto the helo, a bullet made home in the K9.

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Being in Hellfire Club HCs

These are mostly for myself to have consistency in my fics.

-Eddie is the one to approach any potential new members. He's been recruiting for 2 years now, and he's very selective. But he can also sniff out a freak a mile away.

-Being part of Hellfire comes with a certain level of protection. Eddie is more than happy to be the big bad wolf to protect his sheep members. Most people leave Hellfire alone because they think Eddie will snap.

-There are the core members of the club (Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, and un-named member who I am calling Zack), as well as subs. Subs are people who were curious and usually approached Eddie first. They have a passing interest, but not enough to risk being associated with the freaks.

-Everyone in Hellfire has cut class at least once to take a nap in Eddie's van.

-Everyone in the club knows that Eddie deals but unless they have intent to buy they keep their mouth shut.

-Eddie won't sell to freshmen. Period.

-The club doesn't do much outside of school. Of course, Corroded Coffin has band practice but that's about it.

-Once in a blue moon they will do "side quest day". The club will go to the arcade and play games and if they manage to impress Eddie, he might give them a buff or inspiration for the next session. This rarely happens though.

-Eddie runs a very tight ship with Hellfire. If you're committed to being part of the club outside of being a sub, you better take it seriously. You absolutely are required to wear the shirt during the school day. He's definitely given out punishments for not wearing the shirt

-He isn't unreasonable though. If you can give him a good reason why you can't do something he's willing to work with you. Eddie has the respect of his club for a reason.

-They absolutely are not allowed to be lighting candles in the prop department, but they do anyway.

-Eddie's chair is his and his alone. Don't try and sit in it. (*If no one else is around you might be able to get away with it. Just don't try it in front of the whole club.)

-Everyone got really into playing cards at lunch for about a month, betting snacks until a teacher shut that down. Sometimes they'll still try and play after school.

-Most of the club has been playing the same character for years from level one. Eddie prefers a clean slate character. Subs are able to create characters closer to where everyone is.

-if you're joining late in the game, you can create a leveled character, but you'll be a few levels behind everyone until you prove yourself.

-If you need to get up and move around a bit during the session, that's alright, but there is a clear line that you can't cross. Try and peak behind the screen and you're in trouble.

-You don't need to have the Advanced Dungeons and Dragons handbook memorized, but he expects at least basic knowledge if you're serious about the club. You absolutely need to understand your character race and class

-Eddie is not afraid of 'rule of cool' if you can sell your point hard enough. He isn't a full rules lawyer, but he isn't here to make this easy. Fun? Yes. Challenging? Frustratingly so.

-There has been a blow out fights over rules before. Tensions were running high with midterms and everyone having a shitty day. Someone's character died, Hellfire was cut short that night as everyone went and cooled off. That was the one time that Eddie scrapped a session and agreed to a do-over.

-Eddie is easier to talk to one-on-one outside of club. He's genuine with his love for Hellfire, but he's more likely to let his walls down when it's just him and someone else.

-He used to skip class a lot, but has been genuinely trying to graduate now. Now he only skips maybe once or twice a month.

-Gareth isn't allowed to have his drumsticks at the table anymore.

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g0dspeeed · 20 days

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Tagged by @direwombat , @nightbloodbix , & @voidika 💕

So I chose Cappie De La Costa, and most if not all the lines I chose happen when she's chatting with Eli Palmer 🙃 because you can pry them from my cold dead hands

1. "John Seed is a fucking loser." 2. "I don't know what I want," she admitted. "I want to scream, but then cry, then laugh at how shitty everything is. And fuck, it's like Russian roulette in my head, you know? I just can't settle and when I want to do something with it, I fire off at someone I care about." 3. "And so, I'm sorta done with trusting promises, and this idea that everyone is doing their best because the only person who has stuck around for me is being tortured, and you're telling me to cut some slack for someone who may kill the only person I have, Eli." 4. "I wish I saw the world like you. Sounds nice. But I'll pretend that the world is like that because I like you in mine." 5. "I hate it when you fucking talk like that," she growled, her voice shaking. "Like, like, like you're the worst person on earth, like how you are the lucky one here, like you are some horrible person that owes me. Eli, I'm not freaking out because having a baby with you would be bad, just fucking scary because we are in a war, and I can't even take care of undomesticated raccoons or, or myself! Eli, I would be relieved if I was knocked up with you because, like the whole fucking County knows, my track record for partners has been hilariously bad, like cult bad! And not just one, but two. Twice, Eli. But that, that's not the point: I just hate it when you talk so mean about you because you're the best thing that's happened to me in this place." 6. "Look, I'm just being consistent with my inconsistency," she countered. "We both know that my chaotic disposition is what drew you in. Like a goody goody moth–because you can be one, don't give me that look–to a badass bitch flame, my guy. I can't resist you either, you sexy motherfucker, but I got your number, too." 7. "That's close enough, Deputy." 8. “I dunno, man. Could ask you the same thing. Maybe there’s some math in the Universe that says our sad parts cancel each other out." 9. "Jacob can shut the fuck up. He's just got a sopping wound for a personality." 10. “You were just being polite, I know, because it was just for a moment, then you looked away and left. But I don’t know. I never thought about it until we met again on the side of the road, because later on I would realize that I saw you that day. And I can’t help but think that the Universe was teasin’ me. That it was giving me a sneak peek at what was to come, that even with all the shit that would follow, with Jacob, with John, with the Collapse, that I had somethin’ to look forward to, that out of all that mess, I would find you there. That I wouldn’t be so alone anymore�� 11. "Wanna bet?" 12. "Oh. I guess," she mumbled. "But like, a sandwich could be an innuendo. You know, for like, getting dicked down. You know. If you want." 13. "Oh, how'd I get so damn lucky? How do I want you? Any way. I just want you. All of it." 14. "You don't. I don't think I do either. I was just trying to figure out what you are because 'husband' isn't enough, and 'lover' is insulting in the face of how you make me feel. I don't trust in much of anything, but you, Eli, made a believer of me." 15. "I love you. A whole lot. You make my home in every room you stand in, Eli."

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#oc ask games #oc: cappie de la costa #otp: cappieli #cappie de la costa x eli palmer

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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Hi! I have a request for witch!reader x Eddie. A comfort angst? People at school call her a freak and stuff. Maybe like “who know someone could be crazier the Eddie Munson?” And he like defends them and comforts idk.

A/N: this reached just over what I qualify as a blurb, so.... yeah... also I could totally see him try to talk her into putting a curse on some of the bullies at school.

Word count: 595

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“What did you say?” Eddie let his fork drop down atop his lunch and spun around.

Trying to ignore the tears now stinging in your eyes, you placed a hand on his leather-clad arm and pleaded quietly, “Eddie.”

Not feeling your touch through the thick jacket nor hearing your whisper among the bustling school, he let his rage bubble over and stood up from the bench, swiftly approaching the snickering jocks at the table behind you, “what the fuck did you just say about her?”

“Woo-hoo-hoo, looks like Hawkins's own cult leader has himself a soft spot for the little psychopathic bitch,” one of them taunted, leaning back in his seat as if ready to enjoy the show.

By now you could no longer see Eddie’s face, only his dark silhouette as he ceased the talkative one by his letterman's jacket and yanked him up to be at eye level.

“Dude, chill out, we were just having a bit of fun,” the jock’s smile faltered but didn’t drop completely as he tried to reason with your fuming boyfriend.

As you slowly got up from your seat, Eddie's hissing threat found your ears, “if I ever see you as much as breath in her direction, I will kill you, you hear me?”

And the next thing you knew, your feet had started moving of their own accord, dashing out of the buzzing cafeteria.

“Please don’t tell me you punched him,” was the first thing you said as Eddie finally found you hiding in one of the bathrooms.

Already aware of how much you and your family objected against violence, he buried his reddened knuckles into his pocket and lied, “no.”

Fist tightening around the tear-soaked tissue you still hadn’t let go of, you saw right through his fib and spat out, “Eddie, that guy was twice your size! He could have killed you!”

“But he didn’t though,” he slowly walked closer towards you, “a teacher managed to step in before he got too many hits him, gave me detention because apparently the quarterback just shouldn’t miss practice simply because of something like this.”

Having now reached your side of the room, you spotted the growing bruise on the side of his cheek, “oh, Eddie…” you bowed your head, averting your gaze, and just as you felt his soft fingers graze over your arm, you couldn’t hold back the frustrated cry that bubbled out, “what even was that? You usually just poke out your tongue and take it whenever someone bullies you-“

Cutting you off, he defended, “that’s not the same thing at all.”

“Do you think that was the first time someone has said stuff like that to me? You think that if it came down to it, I wouldn’t be able to protect myself?”

“No,” he tried to seize your hand, “that’s not it at all, I just-“

“You just wanted to get tossed around a bit, is that it?” you finally tilted your head up to meet his eyes with your own bloodshot ones.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-,” he let his head drop, staring at your hands as you finally let his fingers interlace with your own, “…when they said that stuff, I just saw red. I didn’t think-,”

“Evidently you didn’t. You know, I almost don’t wanna do a spell to heal you just so you can have a reminder of how stupid that was for a little bit longer.”

“I’m sorry… they just can’t say that kind of stuff about you without there being consequences, they just can’t, not when it’s you…”

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thefiery-phoenix · 1 month

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YANDERE DAICHI SAWAMURA HEADCANONS

Like Suga, he's a really protective yandere and he will do WHATEVER the HELL it takes to keep you safe

He is a yandere who is aware of his abnormal yandere tendencies about himself for you and he knows that being really obsessed with you is really creepy ASF but he really can't help himself. It's not HIS fault you looked so cute in that jacket you were wearing today BUT that skirt of yours.... he gets really overprotective of you when you wear kinda revealing clothes EVEN if it's a cold shoulder top

Daichi is an intelligent guy and there's no WAY you'll be able to escape from his fervent stalking like, at ALL

He is a really terrifying yandere to be precise. He will not hesitate to murder someone if they do something wrong to you. Remember that crazy Karen who slapped you on the face a few days back while you were going grocery shopping? Well, looks like she went missing and her family had several 'accidents'

Daichi is a man who will make sure you feel safe and protected at all times when you're around him and before you ask me WHY, it's because of the protective aura that he gives off

Daichi knows how to interact with you in public and he's the type of guy who always insists on holding your hand no matter where you go

He gets paranoid as HELL every single freaking god damn minute of the day since he's really worried about your health and safety. Are you sleeping properly? Are you eating regularly? Are you taking good care of your health? And he's also the type of person who will freak the freak out if you're hanging out with someone else OTHER than him and though he knows what he's doing is wrong by following you wherever you go and stalking you here and there, he just doesn't care. It's all to keep you safe of course

His mind will be revolving ONLY around you 24 FREAKING 7!!!

Daichi finds the things you do subconsciously really cute like when you bite your lip if you're thinking about something (Don't do that too often since if it starts bleeding, he's gonna but you the entire line of lip balms in a cosmetics store), when you pout when something happens and when you shift or pick your nails etc etc. He admires and respects your daring and outstanding personality and he'll go over the memory of how you handled yourself in a bad situation over and over again in his head

Now, when it comes to rivals, he's not going to think twice to use his position and pin the blame for something HE did on someone else and it works 99 percent of the times and he does this since he doesn't want anyone else taking advantage of your wonderful personality. He just wants you t be dependent on him and not anyone else. And so, when people start avoiding you like the Corona, you'll of course be really sad and miserable but don't worry, your Prince Charming Daichi has arrived with tissues, a tub of your favorite snacks and made you some of his delicious home made cookies :)

He will kidnap you within less than a month if I say so myself and when he does, he'll know how confused and lost you're feeling and so, he'll be ready to hold and hug you when you scream and cry and sob. He's prepared for all your little tantrums and will make sure that you love him one day

If you're trying to escape, he'll behave like he's punishing a little kid. Taking away their favorite items, gently scolding them and putting them in time out and unfortunately for you, that's the same way he's going to inflict punishments on you

He will hug you after that and tell you how sorry he is and it was your fault since you weren't willing to cooperate with him

He is awfully affectionate and really doting on you and so, the best thing you can do is just accept him for everyone's sake and if you don't, he's willing to pull you into a bone crushing hug. When it comes to keeping you safe from the outside world, believe it or not, he'll actually let you go out but you have to hold his hand no matter what or else, you'll be confined to the house for the rest of your life

#yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu characters x reader #yandere haikyuu characters #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere daichi sawamura #yandere daichi sawamura x reader #yandere daichi sawamura scenarios #yandere daichi sawamura headcanons #yandere daichi sawamura oneshots #yandere daichi sawamura imagines #dark daichi x reader #dark daichi sawamura #dark haikyuu #dark haikyuu characters #dark haikyuu characters x reader

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Scared to be Happy (part 2) - Leah Williamson x reader

Not ready proof! Hope you like it. :)

Word count: +1.9k

Part 1

You wake up in the next day feeling a little better, you do your morning routine then you hear someone knocking on the door.

What you really didn’t expect is to see Leah standing outside when you open the door. You blink twice to be sure.

“Hi. I... Can I come in? If not, It’s fine I just came to see if you were okay... But you’re home and safe and...” She begins rambling, not looking your eyes. Not even looking at you at all.

“Come in.” You stop her and step aside so she could come in. You sit on the couch, she sits on the other end.

“I’m sorry for leaving without saying anything... I just – I had a lot on me and I couldn’t handle it. I’m really sorry.” You say looking at her. You didn’t lie, so that wasn’t hard.

“I got worried... I thought I did something bad or off limites, you know... I went after you, I wanted to check on you here but Viv stoped me... We had a conversation and she made me realise it was best to give you the night.” The blonde says looking back at you, it was the first time that she looked your way since she got in your home. “You have been crying.” She says noticing your bloodshot eyes. It’s when you knew you couldn’t run of this conversation.

“Yeah... Uh... Thank you for giving me the time, I really needed it. And you didn’t do anything wrong last night or ever... I was scared. Actually, I still am. I don’t like having feelings so I try to deny any feelings, even to myself... But yesterday I realised it and It got me freaked out.” You take a deep breath and look at the floor. She keeps silent waiting for you to continue.

“I think I haven’t told you how my last relationship ended... My ex just came to me one day out of nowhere and said she was confused about her feelings but she took so long to realise it that it never made sense. Anyways... I just told you that for you know the reason why I don’t like having feelings for someone and for things to make sense to you.” After you finish, you look at her and notice she’s closer to you, her thighs almost touching yours.

“I’m sorry to hear that. They’re and idiot for doing that to you. I mean... Look at you who could someone not be in love with you? You’re gorgeous, smart, hot, funny, talented, can cook... I could say things all day long.” You blush at that and for the first time since you found out about your feelings, you had a smile on your face. She grabs your hands and look right into your eyes. You can see she’s having a battle inside her head, but she takes a deep breath and says.

“I really want you to be happy and I hope the person you have feelings for makes you happy... Even if it hurts me I’ll always stay here for you.” You frown.

“What do you mean ‘it hurts you’?” She closes her eyes before saying. “I’m love with you.”

Your mind go blank. What? When? How? It’s only when she gets up that you realise you haven’t said anything. You stand in front of her.

“I’m in love with you too. I’m sorry for not saying anything first it just got m-“ She interrupts you by putting her hands on your cheeks and kissing your lips. You grab her waist and puts her closer.

“God, you’re so stupid.” She says to you as soon as the kiss ended. You pout and she gives it a kiss.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so hard to belive I could have a chance with THE Leah Williamson.” She taps your shouder and gives you another kiss.

“I’m 100% sure of my feelings for you. Just to be clear, alright? I wouldn’t dare to loose you. I’m not them, you don’t have to be afraid of being happy. But we can make things slow if that’s better for you.” You could see in her eyes she was telling you the truth.

“Thank you for being so understanding, I really appreciate that. I guess we could go slow, but not just on my time... It has to be our time. I really like you and I promise I’ll not run away anymore, not like that.” You say and she nods while smiling softly at you.

“Okay... Now, would you like to at least text the others saying you’re okay? They’re worried and I pretty sure Katie’ll be here at any minute if she doesn’t hear anything from you.” You growls and go find your phone once you do, you type a quick text saying you’re fine and just got a stomach ache. You didn’t really wanted to have this conversation over phone.

“Would you like to stay here? We could watch some Netflix and have cuddles.” You ask the defender and she quickly nods.

You both stay on couch all day, when the evening comes and she has to leave you growl.

“I don’t want to leave either but I had alredy said to Alex I would go out with her tonight. But we can have a date tomorrow night if you want to?” She says to you while getting up from the couch.

“I would love to. We can go have a walk on the beach after too.” You walk to the door. She gets closer to you, smiling.

“I really like you.” She hugs you and give your cheek a kiss.

“I like you too, a lot.” You put your hands on the back of her head and brings her closer to kiss her lips while she grabs your waist and reciprocate. You break the kiss when air becomes necessary.

“I’ll go now or I won’t ever be able to go. See you tomorrow.” She gives you one last peck on the lips.

You both went to bed that night with a big smile.

The next day go by quickly and soon you are with Leah again. You’re both on the way to the restaurant. She’s driving while you’re just happy to enjoy the view (the view = Leah driving).

She takes you to a restaurant in front of the beach, it was amazing. You sit a table away from the rest, having some privacy. You both in front of each other and as soon as you make the order she takes your hand in hers, running her finger on the back of your hand, making small circles.

“Alex figured something had happened on the first 30 minutes we were together so I told her we’re together. I hope this doesn’t botter you.” She starts with a worried look in her eyes.

“It’s okay, she’s your best friend. As for the team... I won’t hide anything from the but I want them to find out for themself, if that’s okay to you. They really gave me a hard time saying a looked like a puppy after you, it’s time for a little revenge.” She laughs and shakes her head.

“Sure. I won’t hide either but it would be good to be just us for some time, I mean with no one trying to say something. I don’t want you to hurry because of them or something.” She lets your hand go when the waiter brings the orders.

“I won’t, promise. We can just be ourselves, we were always close and touchy I don’t think they would notice something is diferent.” You say once the waiter is out of view.

“Alex noticed because, according to her, ‘I had this big ‘so in love’ smile on my face’ but we around the team I have to be professional and focused. I think we’re going to be okay.” She affirms and start eating.

After have dessert you go take a walk on the beach, hand in hand.

You’re both enjoying the silence and each others company when you stop. Seeing no one is around you grabs her closer by the waist and gives her a kiss that soon becomes passionate. She puts her hands inside of your blouse touching slight your abs making you groan with the feeling, only breaking apart when air is needed.

“Do you want to stay over the night at my house? We don’t have to do – I mean if you want that’s okay but if-”

“Shh... I want to. All of it.” You cut her off and she kisses you again.

After you break the kiss you go to her house, sleep was the last thing you did that night.

You didn’t see Leah in the last day off. Instead, you go to Katie’s.

“So, when will you quit the bullshit and tell me what really whappened that night?” She says after a while, you were playing FIFA Against each other. You take a deep breath, you knew you couldn’t run Forever.

“I realised I have feelings for Leah but because of past trauma I couldn’t handle it so I just ran away.”

“It was about time-“ She looked your way with that and you just took the oportunity to make a goal on her.

“YES!” You cut her and she looks back to TV only to growl and shove you arm. “And you’re alredy cheating just like her, c’mom!”

“I’m not cheating you are the one not playing right! It’s not my fault.” She pauses the game. “What?” You look at her now.

“What are you going to do about your feelings? She’s a good one, I trust your heart with her. Plus you alredy know each other, be with each other all time... You are even all touchy! I mean, Leah doesn’t stay that much time in a hug with nobody but she doesn’t seen toc are when it’s you. She even starts all the disgusting stuff you do.”

“Oh shut up! We’re not disgusting.” You press the button on her console and continue the game. “I’m telling you because you’re my best friend and I would be really mad if it was otherwise. She came to my house the other day and we talked abou tour feelings and decided to takes things at our time. We have been on a date and slept together. That’s all. Oh, and she told Alex because she kinda figured out something happened with her.”

She pauses the game again and you put the console down giving up playing.

“And you were not planing on tell me any of this? I could end our friendship right now...” You laugh and hug her.

“Stop it you know I love you.” She pushes you away playfully.

“You’re lucky I love you too.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “But for real, I’m happy that you’re finally together, it was awful to see how over each other you were. Also, I don’t think I can have the shovel talk with her because you know, she can be scary but I’ll for sure break her legs if she breaks your heart.” You hug her again.

“Thank you but I don’t think I want you to do it since we all play for the same team you. And we would like to keep on the low for now, since we don’t have anything official and we are at the beginning...” She agrees and hugs you back.

“I’ll try my best to not say anything to every person I see.” She jokes and you roll your eyes.

“I alredy regret it.”

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #leah williamson imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #katie mccabe #womens soccer

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writingmochi · 6 months

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you have reached year 2

lissie: greetings, visitor! this is your flight director speaking~ welcome to the two-year anniversary of this blog (freaking awesome if you ask me). thank you so much for reading, indulging, and/or interacting with this blog, me, or my works. the sentence before cannot describe the gratitude i'm expressing towards all of you. this is a yearly recap for me and maybe for new visitors who come to know what has happened on this blog for the year.

before we get to it, i'm doing a survey to get to know my audience better (and more research). if you have spare time, do fill in the survey so that i get to know more about the visitors, the works, and the audience on tumblr in general! (average time is around 3 minutes~)

survey link! (survey closed)

leggo!

all research done (read: works written and released)

troubled pixies | txt's taehyun (2 parts; 52k [novel])

smirch episode 2: jay | enhypen's jay (27.4k [novella])

isobel | txt's soobin (43.3k [novel])

pizzeria run | enhypen's sunoo (17.9k [novella])

total: 4 works (1 two-shots, 3 oneshots) and 140.6k words written

all the navigators connected (read: mutuals i got within the year. check last year's recap if you didn't find yours!)

@it-rains-blue (via @itz-yerin)

yerin! the other biggest bamtori i know here! gosh i hope you're doing well irl and online... hope for the best for your confession cafe >> check it out folks @the-love-cafe

@heart2beom

hey jazmine! i notice you haven't posted in a while now. so i'm hoping your doing okay, okay?

@tyunlatte / @wave2tyun

alex! if you are lurking, i hope you're doing so good irl! live your life for the best (edit: alex's back!)

@lovejoshua

1/6 angels: ilem istg! hi! you've been like one of the constant presence when i check the discord server. hope you treat yourself well!

@junniieesbby

2/6 angels: whenever i see a heart, it always reminds me of you, angie. i think you're busy currently, so the best i can say is that hope you have a good rest cause you need it and always hydrate ;)

@hanniejie

3/6 angels: hey lex! i just saw the band au teaser on your blog and i wanna punch myself for not noticing that sooner! /j hope you have a great time writing that one :D

@txt-yaomi

4/6 angels: sof!! i gotta have to consult you more for street spirit cause just the way you work with the album for angel is just *chef's kiss*

@talesofyuan

yuan~~ ngl i can't wait to read your kei lovesick series (tho i'm hoping to staying loyal to yixiang) can't wait to see more of your &team fics. check the blog out for &team content, folks!

@choistick

5/6 angels: saph !! thanks for the tag and hope your hiatus is treating you well~

@robin-obsessed

6/6 angels: lee~ i've just seen that you also like riize like akfjbaieufiw okayyyy i hope you have a good day/night whenever and wherever you are!

@dido-of-the-endless

hi nida! tbh you have so many side blogs i'm confused in which one you post your writing (so i'm tagging your main account). feel free to consult me if you have any wips you wanna let out lmao >.< n thanks for joining the txt hub server, i won't know you if not from there...

@pyeonghongrie (via @pyeonghongrie-main)

rie! thank you so much for letting me in the cult (mueheheheh) and hope we can interact more here or on the server

@aduh0308

welcome to the roster, ada! thanks for letting me join the soobin collab and nice to see you!

director's journal entries (read: all the rants i have thought out the past year. some are genuine, some are sarcastic):

wow… i freaking broke tumblr huh

i shouldn't have been too ambitous fook me

bruh my body's crumbling…

i swear i hate college for not allowing me to write

i broke tumblr twice w/ a txt fic alsnskdams

tumblr can’t handle things :(

is my mind running too fast or is it just harder for people to understand me? annoying much…

i’m literally a step away from going out of the kpop fandom. this kind of fan behavior is sickening

^ and the fact is: i’ll probably survive

kinda wish someone could appreciate my writing just like i do for other people here

is there something wrong with how i write asks? i should have put more tone indicators…

the desire for me to revert back to web 1.0 is crazy. like, me owning a blog? ughh yes pls!

i’m getting freaking frustrated!!!

AGGHHHGHHHHHHHH

… will i ever … :")

*queue yoda's voice* you pushing back more wips i see

how the fuck have i made fewer works yet the wc is 20k away from last year's result? (166k for 12 compared to 140k for 5 works)

^ it's quality over quantity now darling

^^ and the fact that the year 3 count will get higher because of the fics you've delayed

notable moments from the past year

established @a-dream-bookmark, a rec blog + kpop writer & reader network

reaching 200!

started writing for ateez!

joining @kflixnet, @k-labels, and @cultofdionysusnet networks

what’s next?

lissie: if you haven't seen it, i'm starting a new big-scale series called terra incognita for enhypen's jake, do check it out if you like cyberpunk, or dystopian fics! also, i an doing the wips that i promised will be released this year (will prioritize evaluation and subterranean homesick alien first)

lissie: once again, thank you so much for following me on this journey! cheers~

#the voyage: year 2 #milestone of the moon #announcement from the moon

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xxlunar-0988-xx · 1 year

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Guess who's back??? Back again! 😎

Hello beautiful cutie,first of all,i know,you write my request not to much time ago (that i already read it and it's just *chef kiss*) but,my mind is goin crazy with some new ideas and y'know,sharing is caring right?

I'm not gonna drop all of them,just one for now. Ok ok,Rise!Leo (yeah,he is my favorite,how do you know???) x reader (female or neutral your choise) in they first make out. Little suggestive? Maybe but,in my mind this would be so goofy in the begin like,no one knowing what to do just trying to see if it's work and then, finally in the end they get it lol.

The next one will be another bet,just you wait! 😏♥️

YESSIR!!! Imma write this as soon as i can xD

Key words: Y/n - your name

Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: maybe some suggestive content, but nothing other than ass grabbing-

Leo would not know what to do

My man wouldn't even know where to put his hands 😂

I just imagine the first time you actually started to make out, you had to ask

And the whole time you two are laughing your asses off, not knowing what to do

Like Leo as soon as it starts to get heated just start laughing out of nowhere

Which leads to you laughing

"LEO STOP FUCKING LAUGHING-"

"I can't, it's just funny!"

But he'll get the hang of it really quick, trust me

Like as soon as his laughs die down, he would be grabbing Your waist or ass as you intensely make out

Maybe his two walked in on you once or twice, but we'll never know!

Here is how I think their first make out session would go:

Leo and Y/n were sitting on his bed, just reading a comic together, when Y/n suddenly had n idea

She smirked as she looked towards Leo

"Hey Leo?" She started, receiving a hum from Leo, as to say the he was listening

Y/n pulled out a price of paper and handed it to Leo, he grabbed it as he playfully rolled his eyes and read the paper

'Free make out session' it read

"You know you could he just asked, not hand this out like it's some sort of secret code." Leo said as he turned towards his partner, putting his comic to the side

Y/n quickly sat in his lap as they wrapped their arms around his neck

"Just wanted to be extra." They said s they Leones closer to his face

He rested his arms on her waist as he pressed his lips against hers

His hands slowly lowered as he squeezed their ass, earning a squeak from his partner

He giggled at their squeak as Y/n just rolled their eyes

"Stop squeezing my ass, you fuckin' horny ass bitch." They said as Leo bursted out laughing, Y/n tried to contain their laughter as they gently slapped his face

"Stop laughing! This is supposed to be hot!" They whisper yelled, but his laughter only increased

"I swear to God, I am going to kill myself because of you." They whispered

"No- *laugh* no no no, here I'll- I'll stop-" he giggled as he tried to stop his laughter as he connected their lips again

They slowly got in to it when Leo licked Y/n's bottom lip, they opened their mouth as Leo out his tongue in and explored every crevice

Just as things were getting heated a certain someone interrupted

"Hey Nardo, do you see my favori- OH MY FREAKING GOD-"

Y/n quickly jumped from Leo's lap as they sat down criss cross applesauce

"Oh hey Donnie- good to see ya, how've you been?" Leo said, trying not to make things awkward

"Nardo- *sigh* Listen, if you just tell me where my favorite screwdriver is, i will pretend... That, didn't happen, okay?" Donatello said as he covered his eyes

"It's in your pocket, now forget about this, and if you tell anyone i will eat you alive-"

"Okay thanks Nardo and Y/n, totallydidn'tseeyoumakeoutoranything- bye!" Donnie quickly scurried off

"Well... Where were we again?"

That is all, hope you liked it :)

#rottmnt #rise leo #rise leo x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt x reader #rise leo hc #rise leo fic

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starwritesstuff · 11 months

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i would do anything for you to love me like i'm an american hero

(Chap 1)

yeah yeah yeah this is a rainbow kitten surprise song title i can't help myself- i did draw quite a bit of inspo from this song anyhooooozzllessss i put this on ao3 but i figure since i be writing stuff here too i'll post it here.

summary: You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.” He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh? ---- You're pathetic and in love with your best friend. How do you love a ghost?

word count: 3,127

rating: this chapter is g rated buuuttt there is eventual smut so i cannot recommend minors reading this fic- also pls brace yourselves for a lotta angst i'm rly gonna PUT THEM THROUGH A BLENDER (insert me rubbing my hands together like some kinda Machiavellian freak)

The first time you meet Leon it’s in a cafe. He’d bumped into you in line. Leon muttered a sheepish apology and you thought it had been downright adorable.

You’d flirted shamelessly with him- how could you not? With looks like that, the near innocent way he had said sorry. He’d just stood there, a bit awkward, and you’d thought- god what a cutie.

After that you had started to see him a lot more frequently at that cafe and, well, you hadn’t been a regular. But you became one since that first interaction.

It’s not for another month that you get the courage to do more than make flirtatious comments- though he’s always a good sport about those.

“Anyone ever told you you’re kind of an awkward guy?” You ask him, sipping on your hot latte. Eyeing him. He startles, turning a very blue gaze your way.

“Ah, yeah.” He laughs, a dry thing, and rubs the back of his neck. “Might have been once or twice.” Oh could he get any more sweet? He reminds you of a puppy.

You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.”

He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh?

The two of you are standing in the lobby, someone shuffling past you to get to the line. Right. You’re in the way.

You turn back to Leon, grinning. “Do you want to come sit with me? Save me from boring reports?” You watch a flush settle along the back of his neck, crawling up to turn the tips of his ears red. You’re so in trouble.

Leon returns your grin with teeth that are slightly crooked. Furthering your deep descent into your crush.

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If you paced any more you’d likely wear a tread into the carpet.

It had been months, you think, since you heard from Leon. More since you last saw him.You knew he had an unorthodox job. Something dangerous. Leon always returned a little more banged than when he left.

You didn’t expect Leon, who was more or less a sweet, bashful guy, to have a job like that. But he always, always managed to make contact when he was gone. Whatever had happened you just hoped, wished, prayed to what deity would listen that he was okay. That he wasn’t dead. That he’d come back, even if he was banged up.

You force yourself to quit your relentless back and forth. Tea. You wanted- needed some tea. That honey chamomile you’d gotten last week at the store. You had some clover honey pops to go with it, if you could find them. You tap your fingers impatiently on the stove handle, waiting for the kettle to boil. When it does, you ignore the shakiness of your hands as you pour it over two bags. You like your tea strong.

Walking over to your couch, collapse. Curse loudly when you slosh some of that hot tea fresh off the stove on your fingers. You stick your pointer and middle finger in your mouth, wincing at the stinging pain. Gotta turn something on the TV, distract yourself. You settle on The Great British Bake Off. Stupid stuff, but you liked the friendly competition. And you got to see some pretty neat creations.

You settle into the couch, worn and comfy from years of use, like most of the things in your home. What can you say, you liked homey, comfy things. You draw the fuzzy blanket draped over the couch to you. Wrap yourself up. Sip your tea. And watch Paul Hollywood stare with his weird blue eyes.

It’s actually doing a great job of taking your mind off of Leon. British accents and pastries have that effect, you think. The heat kicks on and you take your sweater off, leaving you in your thin camisole. Too hot for blankets, sweaters, and the heat on. You pillow your head on the arm of the couch.

You don’t know what wakes you. But the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and you have this awful feeling of being watched. Your living room was dark, your TV having gone into that energy saving mode it does when it’s on too long. You stay very still, heart pounding. There’s a creak and you know someone is there.

Could be one of two things because honestly, the only person that could access your home was Leon. Or, conversely, a burglar. Murderer. Whatever.

“Leon?” That seems the most obvious choice. You slowly sit up, rubbing gritty sleep from your eyes.

“Yeah.” Comes his husky reply.

“Christ. What time is it?”

“Just after one in the morning.” Soft light floods the room; he’s turned on one of your floor lamps. You shove a hand through your hair. You slept all of four hours probably. Your mouth is fuzzy and you run your tongue over them. Tastes nasty, too. You must’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open. You hate doing that.

He comes over, to sit by you on the couch and god he does not look good. He’s got a cut over the bridge of his nose, deep purple coloring under his eyes and his straight brows are hung low, scrunching over his nose.

“So” you start. Stop. Take a drink of cold tea to wet your throat. This was awkward. Your locks had been changed. Did he pick them?

He isn’t looking at you, rather he’s looking at the floor. His hands hang loosely between his knees, elbows planted on his thighs. Leon looks exhausted. You had meant to rage at him a little when you saw him next. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that right now. Not when he looks like this.

“Long trip?” You settle on. Leaning back under your blanket, cradling that cold cup of tea in your hands. Just for something to do.

“Something like that”, he grunts. Opens his mouth, then closes it again. He shakes his head and for a wild moment you’re reminded of a dog shaking its floppy ears. You say nothing, turn your attention back to your tea. It’s tense. You rub your finger along the rim of the cup.

“I suppose I owe you an apology.” Leon’s squinting at you now. He looks unsure, like maybe you have the answers. You shrug instead. Your shoulders get stuck up by your ears though, hunching. You force them down.

“If you want.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Leon’s eyes slide over to you. He doesn’t seem familiar to you right now. There’s no boyish light in his eyes, no silly puppy look to his features. He moves with a deliberate slowness, nothing like the eagerness you’re used to. Something’s happened, you know it has.

You clear your throat.

“If you want me to leave, I can go.” Startled you look at him. “No. No, I was just… thinking about if you’d picked my lock.” It was only half of a lie, anyway.

Leon snorts. “Should consider locking the deadbolt. It’s there for a reason.” Ah, right. The deadbolt. You never use. You guess locks on a door handle are probably much easier to get through than a deadbolt.

“Look, I know it’s been awhile.” Leon says, shoving his elbows off his thighs and letting out a long breath. You fidget with your cup some more. “It has.”

You really have no right to feel this way. The two of you are… Best friends. Close, but not close in the ways to warrant this irrational anger you have. You feel almost abandoned. You cringe inwardly at the feeling. Abandoned. Yeah, what are you, some rescue animal dropped off at the shelter?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon’s jaw clench, the muscle fluttering under sallow skin.

You shift under your blanket, eyes bleary, focusing on some faraway point in the living room that you can't really see. You grumble about needing to find your glasses. A few seconds later, Leon hands them to you. You take them, careful to not brush his fingers. You don’t look at him when you quietly murmur your thanks. You wish that he would say something, or you would just open your mouth and say what you feel. Something to relieve the tension in the room.

“I’m surprised to see you. For a while there I wasn’t sure…” You trail off. You don’t want to finish the sentence.

He cracks a smile. It looks worn at the edges, a little unsure. “I wasn’t… I didn’t know if I’d be welcome.” Your shoulders hunch again at that. He probably wouldn’t have been welcome had you known he was going to come here, if you were honest. Ah, have you mentioned you hate this? Things haven’t been weird and tense between the two of you since, well, ever.

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Am I?”

You pick at the blanket. “Of course.” You blow a breath out, blow it up and it stirs the hair off your forehead.

You grab the TV remote, turn it on.

“I was watching The Great British Bake Off.” You say when he doesn’t reply. The two of you sit for awhile. The TV lights flickering over your faces. You don’t know about Leon, but you’re not really watching. Not really, no. You were sneaking glances at him, taking his still stiff posture. How his hands haven’t moved from his thighs. He looks poised to run, you think.

The episode ends. Starts a new one. You think maybe the not talking happening between the two of you is going to drive you crazy. But you don’t open your mouth. Don’t try to pick at this weird shell he’s created, retreated into. You probably should. He’s your best friend. You should want to try to be there for him.

You’re scared. This new version of Leon feels like he doesn’t want to be here. With you. The old Leon would be excitedly telling you about blowing shit up and shyly asking if you wanted to get coffee at that cafe. As if you’d say no, despite the many times the two of you have kept up the tradition. Now he seems to not know what to do with you. How to be here.

You rub your nose. Pull your knees up. Tuck your hair behind your ears. You know you’re fidgeting. You can’t help it. You’ve never felt this- this weird next to him. Okay, maybe weird isn’t the right word. You certainly feel strange around him, you’re not a fool, you know why. But this is a new strangeness. It’s born of an insecurity that you never thought you’d have.

“You don’t… have to stay. You know? I won’t be mad if you have, like, other places you wanna be.” You wonder if that comes out as needy as you feel. Leon turns his gaze to you, something complicated flicking through his eyes. Quick enough that you don’t quite catch it, not quick enough that you don’t notice it and wonder.

“No, no. Sorry. I’m tired.” Leon’s tone gives nothing away. But it sounds like an excuse to your ears. Does he… pity you? Feel obligated to you? To stay? You try to grin at him, like you always do, like you used to. “Sure. Sure, yeah, I imagine. Um, the guest bed is always made up. You know, just in case.” And it had been. It stayed made up since the last time you had left. Leon huffs out a near silent laugh. “Is it?”

“Yeah. You kinda made a habit of crashing here, you know. So I just… kept it. I mean, I wash the sheets and stuff.” You hurry to explain that last part. You’d taken to keeping extras of things around the house for him. Toothbrush, towel, shirts and boxers and socks. It was all very domestic, blah blah blah. Your heart clenches.

Leon shifts in his spot. Toes off his boots. You wrinkle your nose.

“Walking around in my house with your nasty boots, huh” you chide him, teasing. You get a flash of a genuine smile at that. Your heart unclenches. Just a little.

“Sorry” he says. He doesn’t sound very sorry. In fact, you’d say he sounds a little mischievous. Leon holds his boots out to you. “Wanna see how nasty they are?” You squeal, smack at them. “You’re gross, Kennedy.”

He laughs, sets them by the couch. “You’re fond of telling me.”

You raise a brow at him. "Do you have to put them there? You could, I don't know, stick them. On the shoe rack. That is literally right by my door." Leon shrugs.

“Easier to just take them off here.” He teases. But he gets up, sets the boots on the rack. Holds out his hands in a placating gesture. “See? I put them away like a good boy.” You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle laughter.

“You wouldn’t know how to be a good boy if it came up and slapped you in the face.” You poke at him. “You’re a menace.”

Leon levels you with a kind of look that has your giggles freezing in your throat. Just shy of indecipherable, poorly hidden heat. You hadn’t really thought about the words when they came out, just enjoying the banter with him. You quickly look away. No way were you taking any time to pick apart that look. Adjust your mental position, firmly sticking yourself in the “Leon’s closest friend” category.

“It’s getting a bite late for me,” you say, fighting to keep your voice from wavering. “I think I’m going to actually go to bed.” You think you see a flash of disappointment cross his pretty features. But he stands with you, stretching. T-shirt riding up, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of pale skin, toned. Light scars littered amongst moles.

You turn your head away, give Leon a light pat on the shoulder. “See you in the morning? Let’s go to our cafe.”

“Sure, been awhile. D’you think they remember me?”

“Hard to forget, don’t’cha think?”

Leon laughs at that. Does that thing where he awkwardly shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. He needs a haircut, you think. It’s gotten over-long. Makes you think of a little emo boy.

“I’ll wake you when I’m up.” He was saying, jerking you out of your musings.

“No later than 8am, mister.” You warn him. Well aware that Leon was an early riser, no matter how little he slept. Leon puts a warm hand on the top of your head. “I promise, I will not wake you before 8am.” He says with mock solemnity. You suck your teeth in response, moving to knock his hand off your head. Retreat a few steps towards your room.

“Good. See that you don’t. Goodnight, Kennedy.” You call, escaping to your room. Try to calm your racing heart. Leon didn’t often initiate physical contact with you, and that was fine, really you preferred it that way. Because when he does, your brain fizzles out. Nervous system goes haywire.

You climb into bed, thoughts shifting to Leon’s earlier behavior. How tense things had been. It was the first time you felt that uncomfortable with him. The two of you were normally much more cohesive. You had a sneaking suspicion that whatever he’d come back from was different. Different from what he usually dealt with. Though, you know you likely won’t get to know. You generally weren’t privy to specifics with him.

You flip to your side, restless. Drag the covers your head, clutching a pillow close to your chest. And what was that ridiculous reaction earlier? Leon had looked… Hot? Sexy? Wanting? Your traitorous brain supplies. Surely not, not because of someone like you. Sure you flirted with him, had built a silly friendship with that flirtation as the foundation, but it didn’t mean anything. You’re, well, you. And Leon’s Leon. He was… magnetic, a little stupid, a little cheesy, but you’d been drawn to that. And he was pretty- really, you hadn’t seen a man so beautiful. All high cheekbones, full lips, delicate brows. And you weren’t convinced he didn’t use mascara or eyeliner, or something with lashes like those.

It hurt sometimes, looking at him.

You weren’t typically an insecure person. You’d even say that, sometimes, you might even be a bit big for your britches. But your friendship (you refuse to call it a relationship) with Leon left you feeling a little inadequate at times. That feeling had crawled into your sternum, made a little nest among your heart and viscera the first time he’d come back from a trip. You wished you could grab it, like it was one of those prickly things that attached themselves to your socks, and pluck it out. But it was there to stay.

You jerk the covers off your head, the space having gotten hot, humid and somewhat hard to breathe. You roll onto your back, dragging the pillow with you. You wonder what Leon was doing. Was he tossing and turning? Punching his pillow softer, to fit his head? Or had he just conked out, exhausted. Sometimes, when he stayed over, he’d get nightmares. And you’d find his silhouette in your doorway, shyly asking if he could sit with you for a bit. First time he did it you thought you might shit your pants. You had scolded him, told him to make a little noise. That waking up to him just hanging in the doorway like some kinda freaky serial killer was just terrifying. Since then, Leon had always made sure to purposely creak your creaky floorboards, to swing the door open noisily.

Not tonight, though. It was quiet. The overhead fan was the only sound you could hear. It was too quiet, one of those nights that made you wish you had a TV in your room, so you could stick something on. The silence just made your thoughts louder, screaming, ringing in your head. Knowing Leon was just in the other room, yards away, doing whatever it is he does at night, knotted your stomach. Quickened your breath. Made that thing in your chest ache.

You forcefully wrangle your melancholy thoughts into submission. It was far too late for any more of it, and you needed some semblance of sleep. You just know Leon’s going to wake you precisely at 8am, just to be difficult.

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil angst #mutual pining #friends to lovers #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #star's writing

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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THE HANGOVER PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2009 film

it says here we should work in teams.

why don't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?

you're in for a real treat today.

i see guys like you in here every fucking day.

you found the car?

i just wish your friends were as mature as you.

i'm thinking about getting my bartender's license.

you're such a bad person.

you're actually gonna wear that, or are you just fucking with me?

by the way, we're all gonna die.

at least our trip wasn't a total loss.

hey, what's that on your arm?

would you shut up and drive before any of these nerds asks me another question?

this does not seem fair.

do i have any volunteers?

watch it, pervert!

that's not a purse. that's a satchel!

we had a great fucking time.

you're not really wearing that, are you?

we all do dumb shit when we're all fucked up.

why are you peppering the steak?

no chance. cash only.

what the fuck happened last night?

am i missing a tooth?

who does shit like that?

we're not even going to be in the room.

you just have to get to know them better.

this is my favorite part coming up now.

we don't want to call attention to ourselves.

you guys ready to let the dogs out?

it's no big deal.

we call this place "loserville."

you cool with that?

it's where i keep all my things.

trust me, it's not worth the fight.

your language is offensive.

don't let the beard fool you. he's a child.

what're you talking about?

indiana jones wears one.

you are a fucking moron.

you're an idiot.

where the hell are you? i'm freaking out.

let's go, handsome.

i don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight.

it hurts too much.

i'm not cool with that.

now, it's real simple.

whatever happens tonight, i will never, ever, ever speak a word of it.

listen... uh. we fucked up.

are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of the baby?

who said anything about gambling?

pull yourself together, bro.

suck my dick.

all you got to do is point, aim, and shoot.

why would you go to las vegas?

you don't know for sure?

things got out of control.

i should have been a fucking cop.

seriously. i don't care what happens. i don't care if we kill someone.

i feel weird having to ask you twice.

can i ask you another question?

it's at the corner of get a map and fuck off.

you can do this. just focus.

that's not what you do.

i'm pretty sure that's illegal.

we're getting married in five hours.

if it's what i think it is, it's a big fucking mistake.

i can't afford to lose somebody close to me again.

this isn't the real caesar's palace is it?

i keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger.

it's not gambling when you know you're gonna win.

it's not illegal.

whose fucking baby is that?

you heard me!

i'm on your side!

yeah... that's not gonna happen.

i'm sick of doing what you want me to do all the time.

i shouldn't be here.

where'd you get that cop car from?

boy, you've got a sweet ride there.

don't listen to this maniac.

we're shit out of luck.

how's my hair?

it was a real pleasure meeting you.

what if he got out?

you are literally too stupid to insult.

there's a phone in your room.

oh, how cute.

do me a favor. don't text me. it's gay.

whatever this is ain't working for me.

you might not know this, but i consider myself a bit of a loner.

wait a second. could it be?

i stand corrected.

are you nuts?

i don't know you. you do not exist.

would you please put some pants on?

i hate godzilla! i hate him too!

that was once, and i was out of line.

this isn't your fault.

i'll get you some pants.

remember, what happens in vegas stays in vegas.

right in the nuts!

don't touch it. don't even look at it.

i say we delete it right now.

did you have to park so close?

i met you like four times.

that was beautiful! well done!

i'll hit an old man in public.

i want to find out how i went to the hospital.

we're going to be okay.

that's highly unlikely.

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canirove · 8 months

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 34

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"Wow, Ellie. Your face looks so red... Did I catch you shagging Declan?"

"Shagging?" I laugh.

"Yes, shagging. You know what it means, right?"

"I do, Sophie."

"And?"

"And what."

"Did I interrupt anything?"

"No, you didn't."

"Yet!" Declan says as he walks into the bathroom.

"Ignore him" I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Then why are you so red?" Sophie asks.

"I joined him and the boys at the gym and then when they were done training we played a little football game."

"Wait, they know?"

"Yep, he told them yesterday. I was starting to bore myself to death because I couldn't leave the apartment or do anything when they were here."

"And how did they react?"

"The new players freaked out a bit, they didn't know what to do or what to say."

"The usual around you, then" Sophie chuckles.

"Yeah... But the ones who were already playing for West Ham when Dec and I were together, were really happy to see me again."

"Because they also know you are meant to be" she smiles. "Have you talked about when you are coming back home? How long do you plan on living there?"

"I don't know. We've decided to spend the new year with Mason and Roberta because I haven't seen her in ages, but nothing else."

"I'm sure she'll love that. But then you could come over. Both of you. We all miss you, and you owe mum, dad and grandmama a chat."

"I know I do" I sigh. "Them, and Charles too. Do you know anything about him? David told me he left for Monaco."

"No, nothing. But he looked so gutted that night… Ellie, he loves you."

"I know he does. But I couldn't keep lying to him or myself. You know it better than anyone."

"I do, yes" Sophie sighs. "Anyway, I better go. Our beloved cousins have invited me to have tea with them and share gossip."

"Enjoy" I chuckle.

"Yeah, enjoy" she says, rolling her eyes. "Once we hang up you'll leave to go shag Declan, while I'll have to listen to Eugene talk for hours about her dog having problems going to the bathroom or how she's fallen in love with a new guy she's met twice."

"You'll be fine, Sophie. You can do it."

"I can, but I don't want to" she complains. "So you better enjoy your shagging, make one of us happy."

"Sophie, we aren't..."

"Bye, sis. Love you!" she says with a big grin before hanging up.

"So... Are we shagging or not?" Declan says behind me.

"Jesus Christ, you scared me."

"Sorry. But are we shagging or not?"

"Can you all please stop saying that... word" I say as a turn around to look at him. He's leaning on the bathroom's door only wearing his boxers, his hair a perfect mess after training, his arms crossed over his chest and making his biceps pop. And all that while giving me that smile that he knows makes my insides melt. "We are shagging. We definitely are. But one thing" I say as I get up from the sofa. "Please stop using the word shagging."

"I promise, your Royal Highness" he smirks before lifting me in the air and throwing me over his shoulder, walking towards our room while I giggle like an idiot.

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"I'm so glad you could come, bro" Mason says, hugging Declan. "It must have been crazy these past days."

"It has, yeah. And it still is" he sighs.

"How long are you gonna be staying at Rush Green?" Roberta asks him.

"I'm not sure. Eleanor has an event in a couple of weeks and they are planning on letting the press ask her questions so she can explain everything and stop all the bullshit, but she also wants to talk to Charles first."

"I wish she had come. I miss her so much..."

As Roberta says those words, someone rings the bell at Mason's house.

"I'll get that" he says.

"Is anyone else joining us?" Declan asks.

"I don't think so. Mason asked around and everyone is either staying with their families or going to a party."

"Who could it be, then?"

"I... Eleanor!" Roberta yells, running towards her friend and hugging her.

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"Eleanor!" Roberta yells, running to hug me. "Oh, Ellie, I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too" I say, hugging her back.

"Aren't they cute?" Mason smiles.

"Very" Declan replies.

"But what are you doing here?" Roberta asks. "Declan said you were staying with your family!"

"That was a little lie, we wanted to surprise you" I say, breaking our embrace. "Oh, shit. I think my hair has got tangled on something."

"Let me... There."

"What are you wearing on that hand?" I ask while scratching my head. "That actually hurt."

"Oh... I just... Umm... We got engaged!" she yells again, showing me the huge diamond on her hand.

"You what?" Declan and I say at the same time.

"Surprise!" Mason says with a shy smile.

"When did that happen?" I ask.

"And why didn't you tell me? I'm your best friend, Mase!" Declan says.

"I know, I know. We just wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while, you know? And since you had enough on your plate already with what happened over Christmas..." he shrugs.

"But you could have told me you were planning on doing it! Ask me for advice when you went to buy the ring, about how to do it… I don't know!"

"I'm sorry, Dec. Please don't get mad."

"I'm not mad, I'm just... You are engaged!" Declan says, hugging his friend.

"I'm so happy for you, guys. But now I want all the details" I tell Roberta.

"Why don't we tell you everything while we have dinner? I don't want the risotto to get cold" she says, linking her arm with mine and starting to walk towards the kitchen.

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"Three, two, one... Happy new year!" we all scream, fireworks being heard all around us, the sky full of different shapes and colours.

"I love you, future husband" Roberta says to Mason.

"I love you too, future wife" he replies before kissing her.

"Can I get a new year kiss too?" I ask Declan.

"Just one?" he says with a cheeky smile.

"I mean, making out with you to start the new year sounds perfect" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And it is a bit cold here in the garden, it will definitely help me warm up. But doing it in front of Roberta and Mason..."

"They are too busy with each other, they won't care."

"Yeah, they won't" I chuckle.

"Making out session to start the year, then?" he says, gently brushing his nose against mine.

"Making out session to start the year" I giggle.

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"Are you guys naked?" Roberta asks after knocking on the door.

"What?" I mumble.

"What time is it?" Declan yawns.

"Guys, I need an answer. Are you naked or not?"

"Yes, but you can't see anything."

"Oh, great" Roberta says, storming into the room. "Because I don't want to see your dick first thing in the morning, Declan. That's not how you start the new year."

"That's how I've started the new year" I smirk.

"And you definitely enjoyed it. Have you always been that loud?"

"I… guess? But maybe you heard us because you aren't loud enough anymore. The boring married life has started" I tease her.

"Whatever" she says, rolling her eyes. "Breakfast is ready, so if you want to join us, you know where to find us."

"Thank you, Roberta" Declan says.

"And happy new year!" I laugh, lifting the duvet on his side and leaving him stark naked in front of her.

"Oh my God!" she screams before running away.

"Eleanor Victoria Alexandra!"

"Yes?" I say, giving Declan my most innocent smile.

"I'm gonna have to do something with you. That behaviour isn't appropriate for the future Queen of England."

"Something like what?"

"Remember that time you tied my hands with my belt?"

"I do. It is a very fond memory" I smirk.

"Well, it's time I get my revenge" he says, leaving the bed.

"It's been years, Declan! Time to move on!" I laugh. "What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"I needed this" he says, showing me the bathrobe's belt.

"And what are you going to do with that?" I ask, biting my lip in anticipation.

"Lay down. Hands over your head."

"Yes, sir."

"That's perfect" he says after tying my wrists together. "Are you comfortable there or is it too tight?"

"I'm good."

"Great. Now open your legs. Wide" he orders me again.

"And now?"

"Now I'm gonna eat you out, and then fuck you until neither of us can't keep going. And you can't put your hands down. If you do, I'll stop or go so slow you'll start begging."

"That won't happen" I smirk.

"We shall see" Declan replies with a similar smile before disappearing between my legs.

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partyanimal167 · 8 months

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No Thank You- Miguel x F!Reader

I think it's super cool watching people create their own spidersonas and stories, but I definitely know that there are some of us who just literally could not hold that responsibility. So I asked myself how would Miguel deal with a spider who just straight up ignored the call.

This is a bit self-indulgent. Reader is a chef, but I could really see this scenario with those who are like in the medical field or other industries that are demanding with really strange hours.

CW: sfw, cussing

Who DOESN'T want to be Spiderman? You. You don't.

Miguel was confused.

There were signs of an additional spider-person that should be teaming up with Spiderman from Earth 1616, but it didn't seem like that was happening yet.

He knows you got bitten. He knows you've freaked out over your new powers, but after weeks, you still are going to work, drinking, and carrying on as if you didn't get your genes rearranged.

Peter J. Parker wasn't struggling with any bad guys, but Miguel had a feeling something was going to happen if you didn't start fulfilling your role. Lyla affirmed that all the other Spideys could handle the days' worth of missions, so he allowed himself to leave his office, go to his apartment to change into civilian clothes, and head off to your universe.

...

You just finished going over the day's plan and expectations with your cooks when the bar manager said that there was someone who wanted to talk to you.

For once, you were actually comfortable about how prep was going, so you could spare a few minutes for this whoever.

Jesus Chris-

It had certainly been awhile since you've been to church, but you knew there was a God looking out for you if you got blessed with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome asking for you. You straightened out your chef coat and reached out your hand.

For some reason, he didn't look too delighted to see you and seemed a bit nervous. "Chef Y/N, nice to meet you."

He nodded and introduced himself. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but could we talk outside for a moment." You were expecting some sort of media feature or an interested investor for your restaurant.

You were not expecting to be bombarded with a fantastical story about multiverses and how this gorgeous man, Miguel, was expecting you to just accept being Spiderman.

"Absolutely not."

Miguel exhaled annoyed and confused. "Jodia, what are so you apprehensive about?"

You huffed and threw your hands in the air. "I'm a 27 year old chef with the body of 45 year old. My knees hurt. I'm constantly fending off a drinking problem, and this restaurant is my life." You took a deep breath and sighed. "What's wrong with this world's Spiderman? He's doing a fine job it seems." You heard the stories in the news and even spotted him once or twice. Spiderman was always saving the day and getting things done. There really wasn't a reason for there to be two.

Miguel paused and shrugged a little. "He has a family...?"

You were not impressed by that answer.

"Okay I have a career." You rolled your eyes.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose. "Aye mira, I don't really...know, okay? But you got bitten and have powers, so there must be two in this world."

You glared at the man then turned away. "Okay yeah, so we're good here? Si? I have a service to prepare for. So great meeting you, but totally not down. Chau!"

Miguel watched you walked down the alley and knew that there wasn't much left to do for now. He had to think of another to convince you.

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Beep! Beep! Beep!

You were starting to get annoyed. "Hey! If you don't turn that fucking watch off, I'm going to chuck at a wall!" You shoved a plate into the man's hands. "Take this out to table 42!"

Miguel stood there confused and slightly intimidated in a white long-sleeves button up, black slacks, and a black apron wrapped around his waist. His plan to infiltrate your workplace and bother you there was not necessarily working well. He glanced at his watch and saw there was a villain nearby, but then soon received a notification that PJ Parker was on his way. He sighed in relief.

"O'Hara! The food is getting fucking cold! Take it out!" you hollered.

"Yes, Chef!"

...

After a month and a half, Miguel's resolve was crumbling. He struggled to keep a balance between his actual job and this one at the restaurant. And he was only a food runner! There was always something to do, or fix, or replace, or someone who needed covering that he could literally get so caught up in service that he wouldn't even bother to check his watch (that was definitely on vibrate now). He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he could understand where you were coming from with your career and such.

There was no way you were going to dip out of service to go fight a villain without the kitchen going to shit.

He didn't want to meet your gaze.

"Uh-uh, repeat yourself." you looked smugly as you sipped your drink.

Miguel groaned internally before making eye contact. "I have no idea how you can be Spiderman."

You two sat in a dingy after-service dive bar after a not-as-busy Tuesday night. You told him to finally give you a break though you didn't mind the extra service hands or the eye candy that was always early to work. Miguel said it was dedication to being undercover, but you told him he had a knack for the industry.

You signaled for another round (on his tab of course) and chuckled. "Look, I don't know why I got bitten or how the hell I'm supposed to help people."

The man sighed and thought for a moment. "There's a great responsibility with it...at least promise me that when the right time comes, I can count on you to help."

You pondered for a moment before raising your glass. "Fine, cheers!"

Miguel chuckled before clinking his beer. "Ya know, I just might have at least something you can do, mija."

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Miles was starving as he headed for the cafeteria in Nueva York. For some reason, Gwen told him to be quick, but of course, he got caught up in a couple things. He continued to walk down the hall when a few Spiders ran passed him and almost knocked him down.

"What the-," He turned the corner and was met with the cafeteria full of the Spider Society.

"Miles! I got you a plate!" he found the table where Gwen, Pavi, and the crew sat.

He squeezed in and looked around. "What's going on?"

Gwen shoved a spoon in his mouth. "Shut up and try this!"

Miles' eyes shot wide and he moaned in delicious delight. "Mmm, when did the cafeteria get this bomb ass food?"

"Miguel brought a new Spider along. Apparently, she's a chef!" Pavi answered before digging into his own plate.

"I had to fight off people to get you a plate." Gwen smiled.

Miles nodded as he shoveled more food in his mouth. "Is lunch always going to be this good?"

A new laugh got the crew's attention. "'Fraid not kiddo. I'll be here twice a month if it'll keep that sexy principe out of my restaurant." You teased.

"Hey! You said I did a good job!" Miguel turned and was shockingly in a better mood.

Miles scratched his cheek. "Aye, you gonna let her call you that?"

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Miguel looked off to the side with a little pout "She can call me whatever she wants if she keeps bringing me empanadas."

This was so much fun! I got the idea because I was telling my aunt how Miles reminds me so much of my little brother. But if he was Spiderman, my sister and I would be his "guy in the chair." Though the problem is my little sister would be nonchalant while reading fanfiction while I'd be scrabbling around because I'm running dinner service--all on a three way call.

I wanted this to be a little spicier but the focus wasn't really on some smutty time, but more so a unique spiderperson. What did you think?

Thanks so much for reading!

#spiderman atsv #atsv fanfiction #spidersona #spiderchef #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #fem reader #miles morales #food #chef au #mine #partyanimal167 #cute

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