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shadesslut · 6 months

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me and the devil

Pairing: (Black-Swan!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Angst)

Summary: h̵̶̥̳͈̱̪̣̰̭̑͌̍́ḙ̵̢͓̬̺̪̰̭̮̖̹͍̥̦̰̺̺̠̝̽̅̏͜l̋̇̎ͦ͐͌̔͒ͭ̃͑̉҉̨̨͏̣̪̗̠̭͚p̱̳͚͖̙̬̤͈̠͐ͦ̇̐̏ͣͮ̂̾͐̄̂͊͌̔̄̎̇͂̀͘͜ ̶̵̷̞̠̯̗̯͍̔͗̇̿̀ͭ̌m̷̢̢̨̩͕̤͙̠͕͓͎͓̥̟͙͕̞̗͙̯͇͋̀̐̽ͯ̉̆̍͑͆̀ͯ̍ͦ̏ͯ̚eͪ͂̈́͆̈ͦͪ̿̐̓ͬ̓̽̉̏̐̓͜҉̢͚̦̦̫̳̫͔̯͓͘

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Ethan’s childhood was somber to the average person. He had an…alright relationship with his father, same with his brother. His sister never bothered him. His mom however, was the one who Ethan loved the most. Restless nights of Ethan waking up from nightmares when he was younger, his mom would lay with him in bed. She’d play with his hair as his tears stained her shirt, and she would sing to him. Ethan would forget about the dreams, until he had them again. And it became a never ending cycle of his mom rushing to his room upon hearing his cries.

Ethan was diagnosed bipolar when he was thirteen. His mom cried on the drive home. That day was the only day his father didn’t yell at him. It was actually one of Ethan’s favorite days he’s had. His mom took him and his sister to the park that afternoon. The three of them had a picnic, and Ethan finally thought things were going to be okay.

His mom moved out two weeks after, and took his sister with her. That night she left Ethan, left him to fend for himself, he started to hear the voices.

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“Ethan, what room are you in?” His father asked, voice lacing with annoyance. He held two large cardboard boxes in his arms as he peeked over the top. They were currently in the lobby of Ethan’s dorm building, and Ethan’s nerves boiling up as more people entered the building.

Ethan scrolled through his email on his phone. “Uhh,” He trailed off. His father huffed impatiently. “Three-fifteen, we have to go to the third floor.”

Ethan followed nervously after his dad up the stairs, playing with the zipper of his jacket. They had just moved from California, and Ethan already missed the smallness of his hometown. He knocked softly on the old wooden door to his room. After a few moments of no answer, Ethan’s dad nudged Ethan to the side as he kicked on the door rapidly.

He heard shuffled noises come from the room, and was met with an athletic boy who was a tad shorter than him. He wore a gray Ice Cube shirt, black Nike shorts, and slides. He looked the complete opposite of Ethan, sociable, muscular, confident. Ethan gulped. “You must be Chad, I’m-”

“Ethan! Nice to meet you, roomie!” Chad greeted Ethan brightly as he pulled him into a one arm embrace. Ethan stumbled as Chad hugged him. Chad gave him a smile as he pulled back, and quickly changed his demeanor once he saw Ethan’s father. He stuck his hands out. “Sorry sir, I didn’t see you. Do you need a hand?”

He dryly laughed. “I’m fine, son,” He said, finally stepping into the room and setting the boxes on Ethan’s side of the room. He turned around to meet with Chad again, and he held out his hand. “Wayne.”

Chad took his hand in a firm handshake and introduced himself, and Ethan could already tell his father liked Chad more than him. On Chad’s side of the room, football trophies and NFL posters were decorated. This is gonna be interesting.

Wayne had finally left for work, and Ethan hung up his own decorations. Chad was sprawled out on his bed, phone in hand as he held it up over his face. Music softly played from Ethan’s CD player. A knock rapped on the door, causing Ethan’s head to turn. Immediately, Chad stood up and jogged to the door. He swung the door open, and Ethan saw two girls for a split second before Chad slammed the door again. He turned to Ethan, hand still on the doorknob.

“You cool if my friends come in?” He asked.

Ethan smiled and nodded, and as soon as Chad turned around Ethan scurried to hide anything that would potentially embarrass him. He hid his childhood stuffed animal and put his Star Wars figure in his drawer. “Asshole,” He heard a girl grumble. He turned around to see a girl that looked similar to Chad in the face slapping her hand against Chad’s chest. Siblings, he deducted. Another girl followed behind, more feminine than the first. She was shorter and had jet-black hair.

“Shut up, Mindy.” Chad groaned. “This is Ethan by the way,”

Ethan nervously rubbed his palms on his jeans before awkwardly waving. Mindy lifted up an eyebrow before giving him an amused smile. “I’m Mindy, Chad’s sister.”

“Twin.” Chad corrected.

“Shut up dingus.”

Chad stuck his tongue out at her. “This is Tara,” He said, gesturing to the other girl. Tara smiled sweetly at him, and Ethan flushed a little.

She stuck her hand out, her nails perfectly manicured. “Nice to meet you.”

Ethan nervously shook her hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.” She giggled as she pulled away. Chad looked between the two of them, before clapping his hands together.

“Okay, now that you guys have seen my place, can we go eat now?” He asked the two girls. Ethan suddenly felt left out, but he secretly was excited to have the dorm to himself. He wanted to soak in the fact he didn’t live with his father anymore.

“Yes Chad,” Tara laughed. She looked at Ethan. “Do you wanna come?”

“Oh! Um, I don’t know,”

“Come on dude, we can get to know each other more.” Chad encouraged him as he placed both hands on Ethan’s shoulders. Before Ethan knew it, he was walking along the sidewalk with three strangers. His hands were in his pockets, and he stared down at the concrete as he walked.

They stopped at a small sandwich shop not too far from campus. The three waited to go in, standing outside by a small table.

“What are we waiting for?” Ethan asked.

“We’re waiting for our other friends to get here.” Tara answered, not looking up from her phone.

Minutes passed as they waited. Chad tried to make smalltalk with Ethan, and Ethan tried but he was just too anxious. It looked like Chad knew this, so he just continued to rant. As Chad talked, Ethan’s eyes wandered, and his attention was caught by a girl. She walked with two other girls, smiling as she hooked her arms with one of them. Whatever topic Chad was talking about, Ethan completely forgot it as he stared at her.

He was captivated by her, her posture straight, like she wasn’t afraid of anything. She was dressed confidentially; a navy tank top, low-rise jeans. She knew when to show enough skin and when to stop, teasing every guy that would look at her. And suddenly, her eyes met his. Her smile didn’t go away. It looked like, no, they weren’t walking to him. What are the chances? Mindy excitedly ran up to one of the girls, pulling her into a hug.

“Get a room you two,” Tara joked as she made a disgusted face at the two girls. Mindy flipped her off as she kissed her.

“Guys this is Ethan, my roommate.” Chad said as he swung an arm over Ethan’s shoulders. Her eyes flicked to his. “This is Sam, Tara’s sister, Anika, and Y/N.”

He awkwardly smiled at her, already sounding out her first name with his last name. Ethan has had his share of crushes throughout his life. He knew how much he’d get obsessive over them, how much he’d try to learn everything about. He was always scared of what he’d do.

Chad led the girls inside, leaving Ethan to be in the back. He watched the back of Y/N’s head as she walked. As they stood in line, Ethan tried desperately to search in his brain to find a topic to talk about with her. She beat him to it.

“So where are you from Ethan?” She asked him. Chad and Tara were ordering, and the others were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the two.

“California.” Ethan responded.

Her eyes lit up, and she tapped Ethan’s chest with the back of her hand. “No shit, us too! Well not Anika, what part?” Ethan blushed at the contact, and all of the sudden he forgot where he was from.

“U-Uh, I’m just outside of Sonoma County.”

“You’re shitting me,” Y/N laughed. Ethan shook his head. “Ethan, I think you and I are going to be good friends.”

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Slowly, Ethan’s nerves started to fade away as he talked to the group. Never in his life did he think he’d be able to be friends with the type of people they were, but he honestly fit in their group well.

Chad and Mindy seemed the same, both hard headed, secure in their own opinions and actions. Ethan got along with Chad, he didn’t know if it was because he was the only other guy, but he was grateful for it. He didn’t really get along with Mindy.

Anika was sweet, so was Tara. Tara had a little more sassiness in her, but other than that she was nice to Ethan. Sam was weary, cautious of Ethan. She was the oldest in the group, so Ethan was mostly intimidated by her.

He got along the most with Y/N. She had made sure to include Ethan in the conversation, and she would give him a comforting look everytime she noticed Ethan stayed quiet.

“You okay?” She softly whispered. She tilted her head at him, blocking the rest of the group from him.

He slightly nodded and gave her an unassuring smile.

“I know they’re a lot sometimes, but they’re cool. I was intimidated by them when I first met them.” That made Ethan feel better. If she felt that way before and was able to be so comfortable around them now, maybe there was a chance Ethan could get to that point.

“I’m just homesick, that’s all.” Ethan whispered back. She nodded understandingly.

Ethan played with the salad he ordered with his fork. A part of him wanted to stay, especially to talk to her, but he could already feel himself start to become tired and annoyed. He wanted to lay in his bed and read.

“Hey, what time do you think we’re leaving?” Ethan asked Chad. “I just still have to unpack.”

Chad wiped his mouth with a napkin as he swallowed his bite. “We’re about to leave.”

A man that looked around his mid-twenties walked in the shop, and Ethan noticed him looking at him. He was brunet, his hair a little darker than Ethan’s and was short. A beat up baseball cap sat on his head, the back of his hair sticking out. He wore a green flannel and blue jeans, he looked like the exact type of guy Ethan would avoid.

He eyed him as he continued to stare, and he suddenly walked towards him. Ethan started panicking internally, reaching over to tap on Y/N’s shoulder before the man walked past him and hugged Y/N from behind.

She jumped in surprise, but smiled once she saw him. She turned her body around to hug him back, and Ethan was more confused than ever.

“Lucas, my man!” Chad greeted the man happily. Chad dapped him up, and he scooted his seat over to allow Lucas to pull up a chair next to Y/N. Lucas slid his chair up to the table and leaned over to kiss Y/N on the cheek.

“How have you been?” Chad asked him.

“Fine, fucking work is gonna kill me. Did y’all already move in?” Ethan noticed his southern accent, and internally cringed. Lucas flipped his wrist over, checking a watch that cost more than Ethan’s rent.

“Oh! This is Ethan,” Y/N put her hand on Ethan’s shoulder. Lucas bent forward to look at him, and he raised hand up to greet him.

“I-I’m Chad’s roommate.” Ethan stammered nervously.

Lucas nodded and gave him a tight-lipped smile. And just like that, Ethan was ignored by the rest of the group.

Quietly, he ate his food, and he kept his head down. Thoughts clouded his mind as he blocked out their voices. Whispers, growls, echoed through his head. His vision was blurry. The coolness of the back of the plastic seat he sat on sent chills up his back, as if he had just sat down. Flavors popped in his mouth from his food, as if he had first taken a bite. But he hadn’t just taken his first bite, he had been eating it, hadn’t he? Sweat dripped down his neck, his back arched involuntarily, and Ethan didn’t quite feel himself at that moment.

If you had asked Ethan to tell you what happened after that, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Sure, he went home after, maybe unpacked a few things, but that was all he could remember.

Maybe he changed into a different pair of clothes, maybe it was only ketchup stains on his discarded shirt from his lunch. Maybe the severed hand that wore Lucas’ watch in Ethan’s closet wasn’t his doing. Maybe, just maybe, the dark, evil expression his reflection gave him wasn’t real.

Ethan, standing still, with a look of horror on his face as he watched his reflection mimic his movements. His reflection had its head tilted downwards, giving Ethan an ungodly smile. Its lips moved, and it mumbled lowly. Ethan recognized the voice; he recognized it from the night his mother left.

“Who are y-you?” Ethan whispered.

A deep laugh bubbled out of it. And Ethan regretted asking.

“I’m you.”

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #mindy meeks martin #horror

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ponyosmom35 · 5 months

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welcome to hell

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series, chapter one!

synopsis: reader is transferred to a new base as a medic. upon meeting the Lieutenant she realizes that she may have gotten in over her head.

warnings: cursing, ghost is rude

Link to full Liability series!

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“What do you mean we’ve got a new medic on the base?” Ghost asks as Price slides her file across the desk. He picks it up and reads through it quickly, his eyes skimming the qualifications, more the lack thereof. “What the fuck is this Price”

“Miss y/l/n is a young woman whose been sent here by Laswell. She’s good at her job, she’ll do just fine here”

“Shes not military”

“No she’s not”

“Then why is she here?” he questions once more

“Between you and I, Laswell sent her in because her sister is training for 141”

“Emma” Ghost realizes as he puts together their last names.

“In order to get Emma here, Laswell had to pull some strings. One of the requirements was the transfer of her younger sister”

“Its a waste of space!” he states, crossing his arms in annoyance “what good is a medic who has no military background or field experience? Sounds like a fucking liability to me”

“She’s strictly on base, she won’t be in the field”

“So I say again, what’s the point of her? We need medics for the field! She’s only 26!”

“Ghost I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. When Laswell gives me a transfer I deal with it, just like you’re going to listen to me when I say that this girl is more than welcome here. If she’s the price we pay for Emma then so be it” Price says, taking the file out of his hands. He nods to the door and Ghost shakes his head before exiting the office. He was livid, just one more mouth to feed. One more person he’d have to worry about. He didn’t care if this girl was the best in the world, without military or field experience she was as good as useless to him. He fucking hated useless people.

He walks through the base angrily, searching for Soap and Gaz to inform them. He stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Emma with her arm wrapped around a much shorter woman’s shoulders as she led her through the room. She was gorgeous, her long hair fell down her back, she was wearing a pair of scrubs, with a long sleeve underneath it. She had large golden glasses sitting uptop her small nose. He watches as she spots him, she stops in her tracks and stares at him in confusion.

“Oh perfect timing, y/n I’d like to introduce you to our Lieutenant goes by Ghost” Emma says

“Nice to meet you Ghost, I’m y/n, I’m excited to be here” she says with a kind smile on her face, holding her hand out for him to shake.

“A medic with no combat experience, I’ve heard about you”

“Yeah, I’m on base only”

“Fucking useless” he grunts before walking away and leaving the women in shock.

“Excuse me?” she calls out to him, dropping her bag and walking over to him, he stares down at her, his dark eyes boring into her. If looks could kill, she’d be dead. “How dare you speak to me like that!”

Ghost is taken aback at her words, he hadn’t expected her to react this way. Nobody ever talked back to him, this was quite new. “I’m your Lieutenant” he reminds her

“Okay got it, that gives you no right to be a dick!”

“Oh fuck!” Emma calls out, hurrying over to her sister. “You can’t talk to him like that”

“I’d listen to your sister” Ghost warns as they continue to glare at each other

“I’m so sorry Ghost, please ignore her, it’s been a long day she just got off a 10-hour flight, and she’s a little delirious” Emma rambles

“No I’m not delirious, I’m just-”

“y/n!” Emma snaps, clutching her sisters arm tightly. “We’ll be on our way now”

Emma pulls her sister out of the room, trying to ignore the whispers and small laughs from the others in the common room and. They hurry to her room and set her things on the ground. Nobody had ever seen anything like it, this young woman, fresh off the plane looked Ghost in the face and yelled at him, calling him out for being rude.

“What the fuck were you thinking? That is my fucking Lieutenant! The only person above him on this base is Price!”

“He was a dick Emma!”

“He’s allowed to be a dick! He’s the Lieutenant!” she exclaims

“I really don’t care who he is”

“do you have any idea how lucky you are to be here? You aren’t a trained military medic, you don’t belong here! Ghost knows it, that’s why he reacted that way! The only reason you’re here is because Laswell wants me on his fucking team! You forget that I’m in training with him right now, that’s why I’m here, I can’t have you fucking it up for me!”

“I’m sorry Em, I don’t want to get you in trouble”

“Then don’t pull that shit again okay?” Emma asks, she sits down on her bed and nods watching as her sister sighs angrily before leaving her alone.

Later that night she walked out of her room for the first time in hours. Admittedly she was embarrassed about what happened earlier. She shouldn’t have lost her cool with the Lieutenant, but she was hurt by his words. They were simple yet they cut so deep. She walks to the dining hall and all eyes turn to her. Whispers spread through the soldiers and her cheeks burn.

“Don’t worry about them, they’ll be over it in a day” a man says as he walks up to her with his own plate of food, his was stuffed so high she wasn’t sure how he’d gotten it all to fit. “I’m John MacTavish, call me soap”

“Why soap?” she asks

“I clean house” he answers with a smirk, as he walks over to a table with several people sitting there eating “come sit”

“Oh it’s okay-” she starts

“Come on lass we don’t bite” Soap says holding his hand out to the empty seat across from him. She nods and takes a seat next to another young man with a hat on.

“y/n this is Kyle aka Gaz”

“Nice to meet you love”

“It’s nice to meet you, Gaz. How do you guys know my name?” she asks

“That was quite a scene you made earlier, you’re a celebrity”

“Great, my sisters gonna kill me”

“Yeah if Ghost doesn’t get ya first” Soap jokes

“You’re a brave soul” Gaz chuckles “in all my time here I never seen anyone do that”

“Oh so you guys know him?”

“Yeah he’s our Lieutenant”

“Oh you guys are on the taskforce?”

“141” Soap nods as he shovels food into his mouth.

“Thats what my sister is here for, she’s training”

“Emma”

“Oh you know her?” she asks in surprise

“Of course, we train with her daily, she’s one hell of a solider”

“Yeah she is” she responds

“So you must be y/n” a deep British voice says, she looks up to see a tall man with mutton chops.

“Yes”

“I’m Captain John Price, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he says holding his hand out to her, she takes it and shakes it.

“Its nice to meet you too Sir”

“I hear you’ve made quite an impression already” he smiles

“Seems like it” she says nervously

“Between you and I, you’ve got guts I like that. Keep your head up, you deserve to be here. Stop by my office tomorrow at 7 and I’ll introduce you to the other medics”

“Yes sir” she smiles

“Have a good night guys” he nods before leaving their table

“Looks like you might survive, if Price isn’t mad at you then you might have a chance” Gaz comments

“Great” she smiles sarcastically

“Eh you’ll be find lass, just takes gettin used to is all” Soap says

“Thanks guys”

“Anytime you wanna go toe to toe with LT let me know so I can get front-row seats” Soap says causing them all to laugh.

"welcome to hell, love"

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loveemii · 9 months

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can u do clingy!muichiro x taller!fem reader? reader doesn’t have to be GINORMOUS but maybe a head or two taller then him? and muichiro can’t seem to break away from her now that he got so attached?

oh hell yes! i really like this idea and believe me when i say i HAVE thought abt this before, like it’s just a really cute thought 😭💞 thank you for making this request! \(^o^)/

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y/n walked through the butter mansion with her left arm dangling low to her side as she dislocated her shoulder. aoi quickly took her inside and into a patients bed.

“How did this happen?”

aoi asked in concern yet stern tone of voice, y/n shrugged and in came her shorter boyfriend muichiro tokito. he is 5’3 as y/n is 5’5 everyone was just a little surprised since usually in japan the female is younger in the relationship.

“Y/n? What happened? A-are you ok?”

muichiro asked with worry on his face and in his voice, he sat beside y/n and held her free hand. tokito then gave y/n a hug before aoi popped her arm back into place.

“Thank you, a-and how did you know I was here?”

y/n asked as her boyfriend looked up at her kissing her cheek gently but with passion. she smiled and he smiled back.

“I was just coming to visit Tanjiro when I heard you had just came in.”

“Oh, I see. Well I’m fine now. That was the only thing I need.”

“Great then I’ll take you home.”

“Alright, thank you Aoi.”

“Of course, have a good day.”

y/n and muichiro held hands as they got up from the bed, the walked out the estate not looking back. when they got to their home, y/n made some hot tea for them to enjoy together.

tokito sat on their couch waiting for y/n to bring a cup, as she did and sat next to him muichiro immediately laid his head on her chest.

she placed both their cups down on the table on the side of her as she held him in her arms playing with his hair.

“Can we cuddle? I need you to hold me.”

“Oh yeah of course. Come here.”

y/n said as she patted her stomach, muichiro hugged her and sighed as he kissed her neck before laying his head back down, y/n wrapped her arms around him as well kissing the top of his head.

“Your so clingy you know?”

“How could I not be?”

she chuckled a little at him comment making him laugh, they began to laugh together while cuddling on the couch. their feet touching through their socks, legs tangled between one another.

“Cute.”

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hi thank you for reading i hoped this is to your liking anon!

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

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gracies-baby · 21 days

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Meeting the Abrams Family

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"What if they don't like me?" Y/n asks her girlfriend nervously as she gets ready to meet the brunettes family.

"They're gonna love you. I promise" Gracie replies, walking into the room.

"How do you know?" Y/n walks up to the girl and hides her face in her shoulder.

"I've known them my whole life. I just know" Gracie says as she wraps her arms around the shorter girl, holding her closer.

"You ready to go?" Gracie asks, slowly pulling away.

"Yeah" Y/n replies, voice muffled as she puts her face back in her girlfriend's shoulder before they go to the car.

When Gracie stops the car, she walks to the passenger side and opens the door.

"Aww, how cute" Y/n teases, pecking her girlfriend's cheek.

"Well, I try" Gracie replies as she takes her girlfriend's hand and guides her to the front door before knocking.

"You must be Y/n! Gracie's told us so much about you!" Gracie's mum exclaims when she opens the door, pulling the shorter girl in for a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you!" Y/n says, hugging the older woman back.

"Yeah, I'm here too, you know" Gracie mumbles as she walks inside her house.

"You literally live here. I see you every day" Her mother replies, guiding Y/n into the house. Gracie takes her hand and brings her to the living room where Henry is playing his video game and August is watching TV.

"Are you gonna look up from the screens anytime soon?" Gracie scolds, waiting for her brothers to turn their heads.

"I can hear you just fine this way" Henry replies, not moving.

"I want you to meet someone. This is my girlfriend, Y/n" Gracie says, getting annoyed with her brothers.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you. I can't believe Gracie actually got a girlfriend. Are you with her because of her dog?" Henry teases her sister, standing up and shaking the shorter girls hand.

"Well, he's a big part of it" Y/n joins the teasing.

"Are you gonna marry my sister?" The younger boy asks, walking up to the girls.

"Uh, I dunno. It's a bit early for that" Y/n stammers as the two girls faces turn red.

"I bet Gracie would love that, right?" Henry adds with a smirk.

"Dude, literally shut the fuck up"

"Gracie Madigan! Language!" Katie yells from the kitchen.

"They're egging me on!"

"Boys come help with dinner!" The boys sigh before walking to the kitchen to help their mom.

"Your middle names Madigan? That's so cute!" Y/n exclaims, reaching up to squish her girlfriend's cheeks.

"You're cuter" Gracie replies, pulling the girl closer as she wraps her arms around her waist. The taller girl leans down to place a kiss on her girlfriend's lips only to be stopped by a voice.

"Why are there people kissing in my living room?" A man's voice teases causing the girls to look up.

"Dad! This is Y/n, my girlfriend" Gracie replies as she pulls away to speak to her father.

"Hi, Y/n. I've heard a lot about you" JJ says as he shakes the girls hand.

"You too. It's nice to finally meet you" Y/n replies with a kind smile.

"Anyway, we're gonna go to my room while dinner cooks" Gracie says as she drags her girlfriend away from her father and to her room.

"Finally alone" Gracie sighs, closing her door as Y/n sits on her bed.

"Do you think they like me?"

"Babe, they love you. A lot more than your parents like me" Gracie replies as she sits next to her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her shoulder.

"They do like you! They just didn't like all the jokes you made about sex.. or that you're with me" Y/n replies.

"Really?" Gracie asks, giving the girl a skeptical look.

"Well, I like you" Y/n pulls the taller girl down to connect their lips as Gracie slowly pushes the girl to lay on the bed as she gets on top of her.

"Jeez! At least close the door next time!" Y/n quickly pulls her hands out of her girlfriend's hair, pushing her away to see as she sees Henry standing by the door.

"I told you not to come near my room!" Gracie exclaims as she glares at her brother for interrupting her moment with her girlfriend.

"Mom wanted me to tell you dinners ready dumbass" Henry replies, walking out of the room as he rolls his eyes at his sister.

"Sorry about him, he's an asshole" Gracie apologises to her girlfriend as she guides her to the dining room.

"Have a good make out?" Henry asks when they get to the dining room.

"At least I can get some-" Gracie counters before she is cut off.

"Stop arguing. We have a guest" JJ speaks as August sets the table, everyone sitting down as he does so.

"So, Y/n, what's your major?" Katie asks as everyone begins eating.

"Oh, I'm a drama major. I've always been pushed towards acting so I didn't really get a choice" Y/n replies as she swallows down the corn on her plate.

"Yeah, well, it suits you well" Gracie teases as she softly rubs her girlfriend's thigh.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Y/n playfully glares at the brunette.

"Nothing! Just that you're a tiny bit dramatic sometimes" The girls words only make Y/n glare harder.

"Uh oh, looks like Gracie's in the dog house tonight" Henry jokes as he watches the scene.

"Henry stop making inappropriate jokes. August is here" Katie scolds as she smiles at her daughter's silly banter.

"I'm kidding. You're not dramatic. Although before we met, Audrey did make a joke about that so you might wanna talk to her about it" Gracie says as eats her food.

The family makes small talk until Gracie has to drive Y/n back to her apartment.

"It was amazing meeting you all! Thank you so much for having me!" Y/n says as Gracie looks for her keys.

"Of course! You're welcome any time! You're part of our family now" Katie says, pulling the girl in for a hug.

"Alright, I found the keys.. aw, you're having a moment" Gracie says as she walks back into the room.

"I'll see you all next time!" They all say bye before Y/n gets in the passenger seat of her girlfriend's car.

"You okay? You look a little pale. Babe, they definitely love you. I promise" Gracie asks as she drives.

"No, it's not that" Y/n replies, looking like she's about to puke.

"What is it? Oh, there was corn wasn't there. I'm sorry, I should've told them. Are you okay? Do I need to pull over?" Gracie apologises to her girlfriend.

"No, I'll be fine. Do you wanna stay the night? I want Gracie cuddles" Y/n asks with a grin.

"Obviously! I need morning kisses" Gracie replies as she puts her hand on Y/n's thigh, continuing the drive.

#taylor swift x reader #gracie abrams #gracie abrams x reader #taylor swift #fluff

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twilightmalachite · 2 months

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Yuuta Aoi - Budding Season

Author: Yuumasu

Characters: Yuuta, Rinne, HiMERU, Kohaku

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: CosPro Office (Conference Area)

Yuuta: (Yaaay, I got some super-spicy rice crackers from someone at the agency!)

(Thanks for the mea~l. *chew chew*)

(Ah~, delicious! This tingling sensation that lingers on the tongue is just the best…☆)

(Since we’ve advertised ourselves as “the older brother who likes sweet food” and “the younger brother who likes spicy food” to emphasize our twin characters…)

(Those around us can tell us apart, and I don’t have any problem getting spicy food these days~.)

(I get told things like “It was a gift from a business partner, so I saved it for you, Yuuta-san” and “I saw this during a business trip, so I bought it for you”…)

(I’m so glad I’ve been using my love for spicy food as my appeal…☆)

(I’ll have to remember to mention that in my in my interview with the idol magazine today. ♪)

(…I have a lot of solo work tomorrow, too. I’ve gotten a sudden increase in individual appearances lately…)

(I guess it’s because half of 2wink, that sold themselves for their identical looks, suddenly got an image change?)

(Though my blood does boil when trashy gossip mags will write about it and call it a “rebellious phase that came late” or an “agency policy” or whatever.)

(But I try to tell myself it’s better than not being talked about at all.)

Yuuta: (…But it seriously pisses me off though when it happens, though~.)

(Anyhow. The attention I’ll be getting for this is temporary, so I need to make sure I don’t get too cocky.)

(Right now, it’s just bonus time. I’m only being featured out of amusement, because they find it unusual and unheard of—)

(I need to properly give thought on how to proceed myself as 2wink, and as Aoi Yuuta…)

(I know things won’t be the same as they used to… How can I convey who I am now…?)

(……)

(Nope, I don’t have any ideas…)

(Maybe I’ll read idol magazines and ponder it.)

Rinne: Heya all~, Crazy:B minus Niki has arrived! ♪

Yuuta: (Ugh. Someone troublesome just came in!)

(I’ll hide my face behind this magazine to not be noticed…)

Rinne: Ooh, I see a little cutie! Yu~ta ♪

Yuuta: (Ignore him, ignore him…)

Rinne: That’s the magazine with Crazy:B’s gravure!

Are ya takin’ notice to me? I’m embarrassed~, Gyahaha! ☆

Yuuta: (I-Ignore him, ignore him…! If I react, I lose!)

HiMERU: —Amagi, quit it.

Kohaku: What he said. Can’t ya see you’re botherin’ Yuuta-han?

Rinne: It’s fine, it’s fiiine! Yuta and I are buddies!

Don’t ignore me, Yuta! Come have a nice chat with your big bro, ‘kay?

Yuuta: You are not my big bro!

Rinne: Theeere we go. Finally lookin’ at me, eh?

You eatin’ those spicy rice crackers again? Won’t ya upset yer stomach eatin’ too much of that stuff?

Yuuta: None of your business.

Rinne: Hmm… Are ya growin’ your hair out more?

Yuuta: It’s less that I’m growing it out, and just that I’m not cutting it.

I’m free to do whatever I want with my hair, as long as it doesn’t get in the way of work, aren’t I?

HiMERU: HiMERU agrees. Growing your hair long means more options for styling it.

Kohaku: Is that the reason why Niki-han’s got long hair too?

Rinne: In that guy’s case, growin’ it out would do nothin’ but just have it be longer, wouldn’t it?

He had his hair pulled back when we first met too, just shorter than it is now.

Kohaku: Is that so? …Yuuta-han, can I ask ya a stupid question that’s been on my mind for a while?

Is that hairstyle some sorta show of respect to Madara-han?

Yuuta: Huh, Mikejima-senpai?

Kohaku: Y’know, the half-up sorta look. It’s similar to how Madara-han wears his hair, y’know?

So I figured it maybe was a matter of respect. Doesn’t seem to be the case though, judgin’ from your reaction.

Yuuta: Ahaha… Yeah, it’s just a coincidence. I figured it’d be a little boring if I just grew it out.

It’d get in my face when I move around, so I just tied the sides of my hair up.

It’s a surprise to me that it was taken as a sign of respect for Mikejima-senpai. If I’m gonna grow my hair out, I gotta learn how to style it, huh…

Rinne: How ’bout we Crazy:B try givin’ producin’ yer hairstyle a try, Yuta? We’ll cook ya up a good meal!

Yuuta: Thank you very much~, if you’d be so kind, I’d appreciate it, then~.

Rinne: Ah, I thought ya would never agree to that in your life.

Yuuta: Ahaha. ♪ Seems like the magazine reporter is here to see me, so you’ll have to excuse me first.

HiMERU: Yes. I apologize for our Amagi.

Rinne: The hell you mean by that?

See ya later then, Yuta.

Kohaku: Do your best at work!

Yuuta: (Produce my hairstyle, huuuh?… Crazy:B’s changed, too. They weren’t that type of character when they first debuted.)

(…Guess the same goes for me. Back when I first debuted… No, even since when we’d perform on the streets, all I did was imitate Aniki.)

(As the two-in-one twin idols, 2wink.)

(Because, that was the strongest weapon we had.)

Yuuta: (…How will I change? How will I grow and who will I become?)

(……)

(I don’t know, so I’ll just do what I’m able to do now. One by one, as Aoi Yuuta would.)

(If I build myself up carefully like this, then one day—)

(I believe I’ll reach the future I desire.)

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#yuuta aoi #idol #translation #rinne amagi #himeru #kohaku oukawa

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Jason gets de-aged because I've seen fics of Tim or Dick being de-aged, and Bruce losing his memory, but no one has realized the potential for angst if you de-age Jason.

Dick couldn’t do this. It was like all the guilt from not being there for Jason had flooded back up and was drowning him. Dick had forgotten what Jason’s full smile looked like. Jason hadn’t smiled like how he smiled at Cass since he’d gotten back.

Dick was so lost in thought, he almost didn’t notice Damian sitting under the sink. He was out of his Robin uniform, but for some reason he was wearing Jason’s leather jacket.

“Richard?”

“You ok, Damian?”

Damian crossed his arms, which was probably meant to showcase indifference, but if anything it made him look smaller. Especially with the leather jacket that was swamping him. “Tt, of course.” Damian rolled out from under the sink and went to leave. But not before wrapping his arms around Dick in an embrace, “Not because I need one, but because you look like you do.”

And then Damian left.

Dick would figure out what was bugging Damian, just later. Because he needed to collect himself. Dick had seen the way Bruce had froze when Oracle had told them Jason had been reverted to his 15 year old self. Dick was probably going to have to do a good amount of interacting with Jason, because Bruce was sure as hell going to be burying himself in Batman until Jason was an adult again. Dick had never been the best brother to Jason, but now he could try to do better. And it’ll be easier with everyone. Jason has always been Alfred’s favorite, he’d warmed up to Cass basically instantly, Duke has always been easy to get along with, Stephanie and Jason were basically the same person, Dick could bribe Damian to be nicer, and Tim… well maybe if they just never mentioned the Robin thing they’d be fine.

Yeah. This is all gonna be fine.

He opened the door to find Cass, Duke and Steph in a heated whisper conversation that abruptly stopped when he opened the door.

Cass just wordlessly engulfed him in a hug, and then Stephanie and Duke followed.

“He’s so tiny.” Duke mumbled.

Jason was shorter and lighter than Damian who was currently 3 years younger than Jason. So yeah, Jason was small. It was actually a lot more shocking when he turned up the same height as Bruce.

Steph pulled away from the group hug, “Alright, what are we gonna do?”

“What do you mean what are we gonna do? Bruce and Tim will figure out how to reverse this. We’ll help if they let us.”

“First of all, Tim’s sleeping, for the first time in probably a couple days, so we’re not gonna wake him up. Second, I was talking about what we're gonna do with Jason, and third, Bruce is probably gonna be… Bruce… right?”

Dick nodded, “Just treat Jason normally.” he paused, because the way they treated Jason “I put 12 heads in a duffle bag and became a drug lord” Todd was distant at best. “Treat him how you would treat a 15 year old. Not how you would treat 20 year old Jason.”

The three of them nodded as the motor of the Batcycle echoed through the cave.

Let the show begin.

Jason was currently swaddled in his Wonder Woman blanket getting his blood drawn. Alfred had already taken his height and weight, which according to Alfred, was the same as the one from five years ago. He also noted that Jason’s eyes were more green than blue, which apparently happened to him over time with age or something. Which doesn’t really make sense because if he was de-aged then wouldn’t his eyes be the same color? Then again, he still has the white streak in his hair and that’s just hair dye. And he still has a bunch of scars that he doesn’t know where they're from. So who knows how this de-aging thing works.

Alfred took the needle out and placed a bandaid on the hole. “I am going to give this to Master Bruce. Why don’t you head off to–”

“Wait, Bruce is here?” Jason tugged down his sleeve and wrapped the blanket tighter “I’ll come too.”

Alfred looked like he was going to stop him, but didn’t.

Bruce was at the Batcomputer, still in his cowl, and it looked like he was plugging in a red helmet– oh wait, that was Jason’s red helmet– into the computer.

He walked up behind the chair, and looked at the footage that was being played on the screen. It was the same alley Jason was in when he woke up. There was a lady with a giant glowing stick– scepter, who was shooting bolts of magic at the camera. Then a spell hit the Camera directly filling the screen with static.

“Ahh, so we’re dealing with a magician. I dunno about you, Old Man, but I think I have enough sparkle in me to take this lady down.”

If Jason didn’t know any better, he’d say that Bruce was startled at the sound of his voice, but Batman is never surprised.

But he didn’t turn to face Jason. He didn’t even give him a grunt of acknowledgement.

“Uh, Bruce–”

“Todd!” It was the sound of emo Robin’s voice coming from the stairs. Though the kid was no longer wearing the Robin uniform. He was actually wearing the jacket that Jason had on earlier. “I, urm, require your assistance. With… feeding Batcow. And maybe you could meet Goliath.”

“We have cows ?” Jason was about to jump at the chance to help feed the cow and Goliath, who was probably another cow, but then he realized that he kinda had a mini magical mess revolving around him, “Um, I’m not sure if Bruce’ll need me–”

Dick’s face looked between a proud father and like a sudden realization came over him,“Go ahead Jason. We’ll call you if we need you.” And Jason wasn’t dumb. He could read inbetween the lines, and those invisible lines were saying, get the fuck out, the adults are speaking.

So Jason shrugged and skipped to the stairs. Now that Jason could see the kid without the domino mask, he looked familiar, in a way Jason couldn’t put a finger on. “Alright, let's see those cows.”

“Actually, it’s cow , singular. Goliath is a Dragon-Bat.” Yeah, the kid looked a lot like an old picture of Bruce. Except with tanner skin and green eyes, but a part of Jason knew that wasn’t why.

“Excuse me, a what now?”

“A Dragon-Bat. Get with the program, Akhi.”

And just like that, a flood of memories with a kid around four or five drawing a bat in front of him. A kid leaning against him with a fire going in a pit. A kid a few paces behind a woman.

Jason blinked, “You’re Talia’s kid.” Jason looked at the kid as he froze, “Damian.”

There was a moment where Jason could see the longing in Damian’s face, before it was painted over with a look of apathy, as he opened up the back door. “You should not have been able to remember that.”

The locations in the memories were clearly of the League of Assassins, so maybe they wiped his memory. Which sounds truly invasive, but that’s a thought for another time. Jason nudged Damian’s shoulder with his own, “I’m proud of you.”

“Do not patronize me, Todd.” Maybe it was just cold out, but Jason could swear he saw a dusting of red at the tips of Damians ears.

“I might not remember much of anything, but I still feel proud.” Jason put a hand to his chest, because even though he barely knew the kid, he still felt it.

Damian paused at the barn doors, “You were the first person to show me kindness. Though, I didn’t really understand it back then. I didn’t even realize it was you until–”

“You were little, I don’t blame you.” Jason shrugged. They entered the barn and low and behold, there was a cow. With a spot on its face that kinda looked like a mask. “So, what’s the story? How’d we get a cow? Did Alfred and Martha Kent make some sort of barter?” They often exchanged cookies for pies, so it wasn’t too unreasonable.

Damian went to a stack of hay, “No. We rescued her from a slaughterhouse that was infecting the animals with diseases.” Damian recounted the mission as they both moved stacks of hay to feed to Batcow, until there was a chime from Damian’s phone. “That should be enough for now. We’re wanted back in the cave.”

They were opening the clock entrance when Jason finally stated, “We didn’t actually have to feed the cow. They just didn’t want me there, right?” It was the middle of the night.

Damian started down the stairs, “Tt, Father just needed a moment to process. You would too if your adult son was suddenly twelve again.”

“I’m fifteen, first off, and second, I suddenly have four more siblings, and he’s the one that needs to process? He must be getting really old.”

Damian dryly smiled, “Something like that. And five.”

“Five?”

“Five siblings. Well, technically, Brown hasn’t been adopted by father, but she’s at the manor to the point where I think we should get a restraining order.”

Who’s Brown?

“Hey!” Steph shouted from the main area of the batcave, “I heard that, brat! You guys love having me around.”

Oh, right, Damian for some reason only calls people by their last name.

Damian jumped the rest of the way down, “No we do not, you dreadful shrew.”

“Your face is a dreadful shrew.”

“Your–”

“Alright, Master Damian, Miss Stephanie, we do have some work that needs to be done.”

There was a T-chart on the batcomputer screen. one column labeled “Jason 15: 6 years ago” and the other one labeled “Jason 15: now” Under the columns was his height, weight, hair color, eye color, skin color. That stuff. They were playing spot the difference.

“I, uh, I have a buncha scars I don’t recognize.” and suddenly all eyes were on Jason, “I mean, you guys are tryna, ya know.” he gestured to the screen, “Right?”

Duke was the first one to recover, “Yeah, we’re trying to see what’s different. So far it’s just your hair and eyes.”

Dick’s hand flew up to rub the back of his neck, “Would you mind showing us?”

Jason looked around the room. He barely knew four of the seven people in the room. He was barely comfortable with Dick seeing him without a shirt, much less people who he met an hour ago. And, yeah, they were his siblings, but that doesn’t mean he was currently super comfortable around them.

There was the sound of rustling, and Damian came back to the table with a sheet of paper and a pencil. Then he quickly sketched something, flipped the paper, and sketched something similar. Damian slid the paper over to Jason.

It was a drawing of a body, the front was on one side and the back was on the other. It was also really good for something sketched in under a minute. “Holy crow, kid, you’re a prodigy.”

“Tt, it’s hardly my best. Though, this way you can show us without actually showing us.”

Jason plucked the cup of highlighters and colored pens off the desk and got to work. Red were the scars he didn’t remember and Blue were the ones he did. And areas he highlighted yellow were healed burns he didn’t remember and blue highlighter were the burns he remembered getting.

Jason really hoped someone knew where he got some of his scars and burns because he had a lot. Which, yeah, they were vigilantes, some of them didn’t really look like scars he’d get in a fight. He placed the sheet in front of Bruce, who still was barely looking at him. Who still had his cowl on.

“Did I–” Get hurt? Get kidnapped? Get tortured? No, that wasn’t the right way to phrase it, he huffed, because Bruce still wasn’t looking at him. Jason swiveled the chair so that they were facing each other and gently pulled the cowl back.

Bruce looked a lot older. He had gray hair, and the creases between his forehead were a lot deeper. Bruce's blue eyes were more gray and somber, like the past seven years had put him through hell and back. “Did something… happen?”

Bruce took in a deep, finally taking in Jason’s face. “I think it’s past your bedtime.”

“Bruce, I don’t have a bedtime.” Jason crossed his arms, “Don’t’cha think I deserve to know? It’s my life .”

Bruce just put his cowl back on and turned back to the computer.

“Ya know what? Don’t cross off alternate dimensions just yet, because my Bruce would at least look at me.” And Jason stormed up the stairs.

#jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth

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wowconradfisher · 2 years

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take a chance with me

pairing: conrad fisher x reader

genre: slight angst

summary: it’s the summer back in cousins and you’re still head over heels for conrad. apparently you have a glow this summer, maybe he’ll finally bring what you two had into light?

a/n: helloo welcome back to the 2nd conrad fic! it is based off niki’s song ‘take a chance with me’ also sorry if the end sucks i just wanted to post something and this prompt was in my head LOL

Hearing the faint laughter as you walked closer to the front door of the Fisher’s summer house gave you a feeling of ease. Knowing that the next couple of months would take your mind off of the things in your normal day to day life. Cousins felt like that special place where the only thing that mattered was whatever happened in that moment. Being in Cousins felt like going to the movies and losing track of time. But most importantly, Cousins had Conrad Fisher.

You knocked on the wooden door in front of you and after a couple seconds you heard loud footsteps approaching almost like there was a stampede coming from inside the house. The door swung open to reveal Belly and Jeremiah, who seemed like they had been racing to get to the front door first.

“Y/N! Finally you’re here!” Belly exclaimed as she pulled you in the house for a giant bear hug. You smiled and hugged her back, ruffling the slightly shorter girl’s hair a bit

Jeremiah had his arms on his hips with his lips pursed, “Any day now Bells, I want a Y/N hug too,” he spoke with an irritated tone of voice, though you could tell he was joking

You chuckled as the two fought over greeting you first before pulling Jeremiah into the hug as well, “You guys really missed me that much?” you asked genuinely. You’ve never seen the younger two act this clingy or happy to see you so you were definitely surprised to say the least.

“We always miss you Y/N, but this summer is different,” Jeremiah responded before grabbing your bags behind you and bringing them into the house to put in your room. You were confused at what he meant by that but before you could question it, Belly grabbed your hand and dragged you further into the house and upstairs to her room.

As soon as she let go of your hand, she immediately shut the door before sitting down on the bed and patting the bed next to her as a signal for you to sit there. You sat down questioning why your first 5 minutes in the Fisher household had been so chaotic already. But then again, were you really even surprised? You looked at the younger girl next to you, “Belly, what are we doing here?” you asked

“Two words. Conrad Fisher.” she replied with a giant grin on her face

You rolled your eyes at her, “That’s actually 4 words,” you said, acting like you just made the funniest joke in the world, but all Belly replied with was a deadpan expression that basically said ‘did you really say that’

“Okay fine I admit it wasn’t that funny, but what about him?” you asked seriously this time

“What do you mean ‘what about him?’ You know exactly what I mean when I ask what about Conrad,” the girl responded before clarifying again, “What’s been going on with you and Conrad?” she questioned

It was at that moment you had never been more thankful for Steven Conklin’s existence as he barged into Belly’s bedroom door.

“Belly! Why are you hogging Y/N to yourself? You know how much Mom and Susannah have been waiting to see her,” he spoke as he walked into the room, “C’mon Y/N, you know how excited they are to see you,”

The younger girl groaned and rolled her eyes at her older brother, “You’re so annoying Steven. But bring her back! We weren’t done talking,” Belly replied

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Steven responded before getting out of Belly’s room as you followed him down to the kitchen where you saw Susannah and Laurel. You swore every time you saw them together all you could do was smile, those two always made you feel so special and loved, especially Susannah. Sometimes you thought she loved you like you were her daughter (or daughter in-law).

“Oh Y/N look at you honey, all grown up and beautiful,” Susannah spoke with endearment looking and admired your face

You smiled and chuckled a bit, “That’s what turning 18 and starting summer break does to you,”

“It’s true Y/N, you’ve grown up gorgeous.” Laurel replied before pulling you into a hug, similar to what her own daughter previously did, just not as aggressive

You hugged her back, not before you heard someone’s throat clear behind you which caused you to turn your head at the sudden noise. You pulled away from your hug with Laurel and faced the person you’ve been waiting to see. There he was, leaning against the wall in all his glory.

“Y/N.” Conrad said with a small smile forming on his face, god you swore you would honestly stop time and space just to see him smile, better yet if you were the one who had made him smile. It was silly to you how all Conrad had to do was say your name and suddenly you felt like you were floating.

A grin spread across your face as you waved at the brunette in front of you, “Hey Con, long time no see?” You replied, staring at him and taking in the fact that he was really there in front of you again.

He walked towards you and stopped as he stood in front of you, “You look different.” He spoke looking at you almost in an examining way

You rolled your eyes in a jokingly manner, “Yeah everyone’s mentioned something about that today,” you replied chuckling a bit

Conrad’s eyes remained on you, and you looked back staring into his eyes. At this point you didn’t know if he was completely unaware or just playing along because the way you stared at him was so obvious. So obvious in the fact that you were completely and utterly captivated by him.

It wasn’t until the evening when you were able to see Conrad again. After your brief interaction, everyone in the house whisked you off to do random things and to catch up in general. You walked out to the pool area, where you saw Conrad faintly near the beach. It was almost time for the sunset so you decided why not and just walked towards him.

“Got room for one more here?” You asked as you approached him from behind, since he was facing towards the water.

Conrad turned around and smiled, “For you? Always,” he replied before turning back to face the ocean. You forgot how much you loved Conrad’s voice. For someone with very few words, his voice was something you would honestly melt for. Another thing you loved was when he’d say your name, it always seemed like you would fade away if he said your name too loud.

You walked up next to him and noticed his appearance. He was wearing a hoodie with shorts and there you were wearing sweatpants and a cropped tank top. It made you chuckle realizing how opposite you guys were at the moment. Conrad looked at you and noticed you deep in thought and looked at you giving you his full attention, “What’s on your mind Y/N?”

“Just thinking about how opposite we look right now,” You respond pointing at his clothes

Conrad looked at you and then down at himself, “Opposite as in I’m tall and you’re short or?” he replied pointing at the fact you were a good couple of inches shorter than him

You gasp and smack the side of his shoulder, “Hey! That was rude you know, I tried to keep growing for your information,” you retorted before you smiled at him

Hearing that made him laugh, though you didn’t know if he was laughing at what you said or at you. Regardless you would also do anything to hear him laugh, it was the kind that colored the sky into a beautiful sunset or sunrise you would see over Cousins beach. Similar to the one you two were looking at now actually. You looked at Conrad as he looked at you. There it was again, that look in his eye, almost like he knew what you were thinking about.

“I missed this,” he spoke before moving his hand closer to yours, “But I think I missed you more,” he added as he intertwined his hands with yours.

You glanced at your hands together and looked back up at him, “Con, what are we doing? Just last month you were telling me about how you said love was so overrated and now you’re holding my hand and looking at me like that,” you said and looked back down at your hands

“What do you mean looking at you like that?” he asked

You sighed and looked at him again, “Like I might actually have a chance to be yours,” you replied staring straight into his eyes

Conrad sighed, “I don’t know Y/N,” he spoke

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I know you better than the back of my own hand!” you exclaimed before sighing and lowering your tone, “I don’t understand why you’re scared. I can tell you’re lying, you know I always see through them,” You added before letting go of his hand and crossing them across your chest.

You looked back towards the house and down at your feet, you know if you stayed for a second longer you would start to tear up. Conrad didn’t deserve to see that, he didn’t deserve to see how much of an impact he makes on you. “I should go,” you spoke as you turned around and prepared to walk back towards the house.

That was until Conrad grabbed onto your hand and pulled you back into him. He stared at you with the same look you swore you gave him. His hands moved to your cheek as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

“I know I’m dumb sometimes, but I’d be stupid to let you walk away from me after this,” he said

You smiled at him, “Just shut up and kiss me,”

#conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x reader #steven conklin x reader #conrad x reader #conrad fisher #tsitp conrad #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah x reader #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp season 1

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Silver Springs Part 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~5k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you

A/N: This chapter is shorter, but shit goes down so hold tight. Enjoy! P.S. Covid sucks, but drugs are great 🙃

Chapter Warnings: Torture, blood, and violence.

After taking Boone for a walk, you return to your rooms to finish unpacking all of your clothes. You realize that Wanda clearly planned on staying for more than a few days, but you were honestly fine with this for now. You couldn’t see yourself going back to your large, isolated home right now. It seemed too risky, especially now that you were pregnant and didn’t feel great. Once you finish unpacking you crawl into bed and try to nap. You wake up about an hour later to find that Boone has joined you on the bed and you groan before pushing him off. He loves cuddling with you, but Wanda was a stickler about dog hair in the bed, and Boone had a lot.

You quickly tried to get all of the dog hair off of the comforter before heading to the living room so he could still be with you. You turn on the television and channel surf for a while before getting bored of that. You look to the kitchen clock and see that it is only 9:40. You have a feeling Wanda won’t be back anytime soon so you try to figure out what you want to do.

Your nap helped a lot and you’re too wired to go back to bed so you make an impulsive decision. You run into the bedroom and change into workout clothes before grabbing your phone and keycard that will get you into the downstairs gym that very few people have access to. You grab Boone’s harness and put a few things in it just in case you run into trouble before grabbing your shoes.

“Want to go on a run?”

Wanda doesn’t say anything immediately. After all of her friends leave, she just takes a moment to study the younger man in front of her. He’s in his mid, maybe early twenties, almost 6 feet tall and good-looking. At least he was before Yelena rearranged his face. Wanda knows that at least Steve is standing by keeping watch just in case. These sessions rarely went wrong, but when they did things could turn quickly, so it was nice to have a failsafe. In this case, Wanda was mostly concerned about if the blonde would be of any use to her. She didn’t like wasting her time.

“So. Am I correct in assuming that your problem is with me?”

Unsurprisingly Clark just glowers at her and remains silent. He’s still bleeding from his nose and there’s a nasty bruise forming on his cheek and around his left eye. She just hums to herself, more than comfortable with holding a one-sided conversation for as long as it takes. She leans back against the door as she continues to stare him down.

“That’s what your friends said anyway. That I embarrassed you? If that’s the case I’m trying to figure out why you would waste time by not just going straight to me.”

Clark has been down in this room and tied to this chair for hours. He’s sore, exhausted and pissed off. He shouldn’t be here right now. He should have waited to go after you, he knew this, but seeing you twice in one day made him impatient. He’d planned to knock you out and take you somewhere private and do whatever came to mind, yet here he was beaten and certainly facing more at the hands of your wife.

“Maybe I wanted to fuck with your wife.”

Wanda had been expecting this response so she barely reacts as she pushes herself off the door and takes a couple of steps forward. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she shoots him a patronizing smile.

“Well, you didn’t do a great job of that, now did you?”

Clark scoffs under his breath before he grins showing Wanda the blood in his mouth. He looks her up and down for a disgustingly long time before he responds. He’s too busy admiring the view to realize that he was being spoken to, and Wanda just rolls her eyes.

“Tell that to her face.”

Wanda just shakes her head as she takes another step towards Clark so she’s standing over him with a frown. She looks down on him and she watches him look up at her expectantly, tauntingly. She simply turns on her heel and moves to the corner of the room where there’s a chair for her to sit in. She’s too tired and frankly sore to stand over him for this long as she just gets settled as she takes a deep breath.

“Here’s the thing Clark. You should know that my wife, Y/n is the nice one between the two of us. For instance, I know for a fact that she didn’t pull a gun on you today or let her dog maul you because she thinks you’re just a stupid kid who deserves another chance.”

Wanda laughs at the idea of what Boone could have done to Clark’s face if you’d let him. He would look far worse than he does now and the man should be grateful that her wife was so kind. Clark doesn’t appear particularly moved but that’s fine with her, she’s not trying to trick him or guilt him into anything. She wants him to want to help and if not, well she might just start seeing which of her toys can make him scream the loudest.

“I’m not like that, and although I love her for it, I could never be like her. See, Clark, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I know that men and their egos are always an issue, but I find it hard to believe that you would be stupid enough to attack someone in broad daylight, knowing you were going to get caught, without a backup plan.”

She watches as he looks away quickly before realizing his mistake and turning back toward her. She smiles at him as she sits back in her chair and crosses her arms.

“Ah see, now we’re getting somewhere.”

He’s not sure what he can say to deny it, so he just shakes his head before muttering something under his breath. It’s not convincing, and Wanda’s going to keep pushing until she figures out what he’s hiding.

“So you think this was all part of some master plan? What exactly do you think I was trying to do?”

Wanda had only entertained this idea briefly this afternoon because the thought of what Clark’s ultimate goal was when he’d confronted you made her see red. There were a lot of options, clearly he’d wanted to hurt you and the fact that he’d had friends with him suggested that his plan was to hurt and you potentially kidnap you which just made Wanda panic in too many ways to consider it too much. For that reason, she looks back to Clark who’s losing steam with each passing second. She almost feels sorry for him.

“I’d rather hear you say it, Clark.”

He doesn’t say anything for the longest time, and Wanda can practically see him weighing his options. She begins to lose patience and allows her gaze to wander back over to the table of untouched weapons. This seems to get Clark’s attention and he says the first thing that he’d thought of doing to you when he got you alone.

“I was going to fuck her and then slit her throat. There are you happy?”

Wanda stands up so quickly that Clark jumps in his chair and sucks in a startled breath. She had to push down her urge to grab the younger man’s throat and throttle him because he’s talking and she doesn’t want him to stop.

“Actually, Clark you’re starting to piss me off. Why do you keep lying?”

He starts to stutter as Wanda turns away from him and surveys the table in front of her. She grabs the hammer in one hand and the knife in the other before turning back to him. She holds them up with a questioning look and he just stares at her wide-eyed.

“Pick one.”

As soon as you get to the gym and find it empty you sigh in relief. You are nearly shaking you’re so amped up, so you decide to run a little. Boone jumps up on one of the treadmills and barks excitedly as he waits for you to turn it on. You smile at him before shaking your head and pressing a few buttons to get him started.

“Start off slow, okay bud?”

He’s set at a jog and seems to be handling that well so you jump onto the one next to him and start the same. You set the incline higher before increasing the speed and you just focus on your breathing until you feel comfortable. You glance over at Boone and smile at how happy he looks trotting alongside you. You increase the speed again before you allow yourself to get lost in your thoughts.

“T-the hammer.”

Wanda throws the knife back onto the table making him jump but she doesn’t pay him any mind as she twirls the hammer carelessly.

“I’ll give you two choices Clark. You can either tell me who sent you after Y/n, or I’ll break both of your kneecaps. You have five seconds to decide.”

Clark starts to tug at the ropes around his wrists uselessly as he thinks about how to get out of this. He’s struggling so hard that the chair would have fallen over already if it wasn’t cemented to the ground. Wanda is already at 4 in her head when he suddenly shouts at her.

“What makes you think someone sent me?”

Wanda just shakes her head with a small smile as she reaches out to grab his shirt and pull him forward as far as his bonds will allow. She gets in his face and practically sneers at him as she holds him out of his chair.

“Because there’s no way you’re stupid enough to do something this reckless without having someone to bail you out. But now you’re starting to panic because whoever that is, isn’t coming through for you, are they?”

Clark just continues to struggle in her grip which pisses Wanda off more, so she drops him and kneels down in front of him. She holds the hammer over his knee and shoots him a questioning look.

“Tell me who you’re working with.”

When he doesn’t speak immediately Wanda stands up and swings the hammer down on his left knee. Clark screams and thrashes in his chair but he says nothing useful to her, so she does it again, this time only harder. She hears the crunch of his bone breaking over his cries and she gives him a moment to recover. She stands up and crosses her arms as she eyes him carefully. He’s really not cut out for this which leads Wanda to believe that whoever enlisted his help was desperate, or sloppy. They didn’t take the time to recruit people who could get the job done, and this just makes her even more curious about who it could be.

“What’s it going to be, Clark?”

You’re lifting weights when you hear the door beep signaling that someone else is here. You turn half expecting a stranger, some tired looking agent, but instead you see Nat dressed similarly to you. She looks to Boone first who’s running on the treadmill at this point. He knows how to jump off when he’s tired, but he’s only been going for a couple of miles so he’s nowhere close to done. Nat then sees you in the corner lifting and she can’t help but look a little confused.

“Hey there. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

You drop the dumbbell with a sigh before turning to your friend with a smile. It’s nearly 11 and you usually are in bed at this point, but you’re feeling off tonight. You couldn’t stay in your room waiting for Wanda to return. Your mind would just run rampant and you didn’t want to get lost considering all the possibilities for tonight. So you decide to focus on Natasha and her terrifying sleep habits.

“Do you usually work out this late?”

Nat shrugs as she sits on one of the benches after choosing the ones with the desired weights on them. You walk over to her because you’re mostly done with your work out, and you are really curious to hear about what Wanda’s up to.

“Well, I can spot for you if you want.”

You glance over to Boone when he jumps off the treadmill and stands to pant. You go turn down the machine and grab your water bottle before filling up his bowl for him. He will jump back on when he’s ready. He’s drinking by the time you return to Nat’s side to see her shooting you a curious look.

“Don’t you want to finish your workout?”

You shrug before mentioning that you were mostly done at this point. You’d run a mile before you got bored, then you’d done some planking because that was a special kind of hell for you.

“Nah, I finished my lower body stuff earlier.”

Nat can’t help herself as she lays down to scoot under the bar that has an obscene amount of weight on it. You know she can handle it, but you move a little closer as she goes to lift it. She’s smiling at you and you can’t help but roll your eyes at her question.

“Earlier, or earlier?”

You sigh in defeat as you rub at your tired eyes with a shake of your head. You love your friends, you really do, but you need them to stop obsessing over your sex life. They need to get one of their own instead of trying to horn in on yours.

“Not you too. You guys act like we’re abstinent or something.”

Nat laughs at this as she continues to do reps with barely a grunt of effort. You envy that but you definitely don’t have the time or motivation to get that fit. Your couple times a week is enough for you and since Wanda hasn’t complained you figure you’re good.

“We’re just happy for you. You deserve to get some…or give some.”

This time you groan in annoyance because you really don’t want to be talking about this. You, like Wanda, don’t really like discussing your sex life beyond admitting you have one. Not that you ever really need to. It’s obvious for anyone who knows you that you’re madly in love with your wife, and you enjoy sleeping with her whenever you get the chance.

Things are just slightly complicated by the fact that you know talking about sex with Nat will always be a little weird. You honestly don’t remember much about the night you spent together over 10 years ago, but you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget it. This is mostly because after telling Wanda about it, there was no way you were ever going to give her a reason to think you and Nat had anything going on.

“Alright, watch yourself. I appreciate your concern, but this is a little much.”

Nat just laughs before continuing to her second set with a shrug.

“I don’t know his name. I-I swear. We-ve only talked on the phone.”

Wanda frowns in disappointment watching Clark shake violently as blood continues to drip down his pant leg. He’s in so much pain he can barely think and he can’t see much beyond Wanda’s outline past his tears.

“You’re going to have to give me more than that. What’s he sound like? Does he have an accent?”

Clark’s nodding immediately and she’s already thinking of all the people she knows with distinctive accents.

“Yeah, it’s an English accent.”

There are only a couple of people that ping her radar and she immediately asks a follow up question. She doesn’t want to falsely accuse anyone of stabbing her in the back, but she needs to know that her suspicions are wrong.

“What did they want you to do, Clark?”

He takes a deep shuddering breath before deciding to cut his losses. He really doesn’t see a way of getting out of this, and to save himself a little pain, he decides to rat out his boss. His real boss. The one who paid him close to 100K to try and help him win over the woman who’s standing in front of him. He opens his mouth to speak, but he only gets a few words out before he’s cut off.

“H-he wanted to end your--.”

Wanda watches as Clark stops short and his face contorts in pain before he just slumps in his chair. She stands up straighter and reaches out to feel for his pulse. She can’t find one and she curses under her breath in confusion.

“What the fuck. Steve, get in here.”

Steve opens the door not two seconds later and he’s rushing over to see what’s wrong. He finds Wanda feeling for a pulse that isn’t there before he dares to ask what happened. She doesn’t even know how to answer that because she’s just as confused as she shakes her head before turning to him. She can’t imagine this was caused by anything that she’d done.

“I don’t know. He just stopped mid-sentence.”

Steve moves forward to check on him as well, but he is fairly certain that he’s dead. The way his head lolls to the side and his dull eyes give it away. He’s pulling his hand away from the blonde’s neck when Wanda comes back from setting the hammer on the table.

“Did you hear what he said?’

Steve’s nodding as he considers the possibilities as well. Should they even trust what Clark gave them, or was it all part of a larger ruse? Thinking about how easily he had cracked made him doubtful of this, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

“Yeah, an English accent? I can only think of one guy.”

Wanda nods in agreement before turning to the door when she hears it open again. Bucky is standing there looking a little confused and worried, so she just shakes her head. She can’t get too far down this rabbit hole until she figures out how this happened. It reeked of something she couldn’t even consider yet, but she only had so much time to wait.

“Let’s get him downstairs and see if they can figure out what happened.”

They both nodded in agreement, Bucky taking out a knife to cut the blonde loose. Steve was already dialing on his phone when Wanda turned back toward the table of mostly clean instruments. She hadn’t expected it to go like this, and the sudden loss of control left her reeling. Was someone she trusted really orchestrating this plot to ruin her…something. Despite being cut off, Wanda suspects that she knows what he was going to say, and considering that you’re the main target it doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination. Someone wanted to end her marriage, and it seemed like they were trying to take the literal route by killing you. Of all the people she knew, there were only a few that she cared enough about to register their feelings on her marriage. Negative that is. Strucker clearly hates it given how he continues to call her ‘Ms.” except when she pointedly reminds him of the contrary. That said, he doesn’t have an accent.

Then there’s one other person who’s never spoken out against it, but he’s dropped what he thinks are subtle hints whenever he talks about you. Looking back on these comments, it was clear he was trying to highlight your flaws and instill doubt in her about how good of a wife you were. Wanda turns back around to Steve and Bucky to find them watching her curiously. She usually leaves by now, and she’s about to, but she has one more thing to do.

“After you’re done here, track down Vision. Tell him we need to talk.”

You can’t help but laugh as Nat tries to swing at your face again, and you duck. You had gotten tired of just standing around and waiting for her to grow tired of lifting. One you knew it would take a long time, and two you really wanted to hit something. As you stood over Nat spotting for her your mind wandered. You thought about all of the ways you could have hurt Clark back. Although you knew you would allow someone to push you too far before you resorted to violence, you liked to imagine bashing his face in and leaving him bleeding on the ground.

It seemed sick and it probably was, but you needed to be better about this. Given where you were, and what was going on, you had to be more proactive. This is one of the reasons why you asked Nat to spar. You wanted to hit something and do a better job of defending yourself since you couldn’t always count on Wanda.

“You seem like you really want to hit something, and since I don’t particularly want that to be my face, I have an idea.”

You drop your hands when Nat says this and wait for her to explain. You’re sure it’s almost midnight, if past that already, and you still feel too antsy to sleep. Boone is no longer running and is just resting on top of a pile of mats in the corner. He goes between watching you two and napping, but since he had a busy day he’s starting to doze off. You make a mental note to ask Steve if he can find you one of those big protective suits you can use to train Boone on. You’re glad you didn’t have him bite anyone today, but you wanted to make sure he remembers how he should do it.

“Sure, what did you have in mind?”

When Wanda arrives back to your rooms, she’s greeted by Fletcher yowling loudly. She’s apparently upset, and it isn’t until she reaches the bedroom to find it empty that she realizes why. She doesn’t like to be left alone, and Wanda swoops down and picks her up with a frown.

“Where’d Y/n and Boone go, little one?”

She kisses her cat’s face which makes her meow again before setting her down on the ground. She heads back to the kitchen to see if you left a note, and she finds it stuck to the fridge with a magnet.

Went to the gym.

Wanda’s only a little surprised by this, but after she takes a moment to think about it she realizes she really shouldn’t be. She probably shouldn’t have left you alone while she went to deal with Clark. She knew you got anxious about this type of thing and you likely couldn’t have slept if you’d even tried. She just takes down the note with a sigh before tossing it in the bin and heading for the door. She just hopes that you’re not with Yelena. She’s not sure she could handle anything else happening tonight.

Nat’s solution was to make you do all of the work. She gave you gloves and she put on pads that served as moving targets. You were basically wailing on her with the redhead giving you the occasional pointer. You ‘re panting by the time Wanda shows up, and you’re doubled over with your hands on your knees as you groan loudly.

“I think I’m going to vomit if we keep going. This did make me feel better though, so thank you.”

Nat laughs at this before she starts to take off her pads before reaching out for you. She pats you on the back and you simply groan again before taking off your gloves and setting them aside.

“I’m exhausted, Nat.”

The redhead’s not surprised to hear this but she still frowns as she thinks about how much stress you’ve been under. She knows that tonight didn’t help any, but hopefully Wanda was able to get something useful from him. She was actually surprised that you haven’t asked about it yet, but she had a feeling you still had time for that. She honestly didn’t have much to tell you though. After helping her sister rough the blonde up the only things he said to them were insults or jibes about you and Wanda. Nothing remotely helpful honestly.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to tell you this because the door beeps once again and all three of you turn to see Wanda in the doorway. Boone jumps off of the mats and runs towards her, but she just holds out a hand for him as she looks to you.

“Hey you two.”

You smile as you stand up and meet your beautiful wife halfway. You hesitate to hug her because you’re sweaty and gross, but she just pulls you in with a sigh. She already feels better being able to hold you, and she takes the few seconds this gives her to look to Nat and just nod in response to her questioning look.

“How are you feeling? Are you tired?”

Wanda pulls away with a smile before she nods in confirmation. She is exhausted and wouldn’t mind going to bed right now. However, she still needed to make sure you were okay since you were still up way past your bedtime and you’d just been beating the crap out of your hands.

“I’m exhausted, but at least I have a lead now.”

This catches Nat’s attention and she seems eager to figure out what Wanda has found out. You’re a little surprised by this but you try to hide it as Nat stands up and steps beside you and Wanda.

“What did you find out?”

Wanda hesitates to answer because she doesn’t want to falsely accuse Vision, but she is also fairly certain that he is responsible for at least Clark going after you. She can’t say if he’s behind the person stalking you, Rumlow shooting up the house and you getting poisoned, but this one thing is more than enough to bring him in to talk. Nat realizes Wanda’s silence is a bad sign and she’s already scowling when the redhead just shakes her head.

“He claims that someone with an English accent hired him to try and ruin my marriage.”

Nat’s mind focuses on the second part of Wanda’s sentence while you’re fixated on the first. You speak before you’ve really thought it through, but the way Wanda doesn’t protest makes you realize you’re probably onto something.

“Vision?? Are you saying that he’s the one behind this, behind everything?”

Wanda shakes her head because she doesn’t know this, and she doesn’t want to get you worked up over nothing. You’ve never liked Vision as he had spent years hitting on your wife while you were in a relationship with her.

“I’m not sure about everything, but Clark going after you? I’m almost certain he’s responsible for that.”

You and Wanda had a very silent walk back to your rooms. Nat had left you to talk to her sister which left you to mull over everything that Wanda had told you. She’d explained what Clark had said, and more disturbingly, she’d told both you and Nat about the abrupt ending to her conversation. Nat was more disturbed by this than anything else Wanda had said, and she immediately went to figure out more.

You on the other hand were trying to work out how Vision could be involved in everything instead of just today’s events. You think about his role in Wanda’s life and how much access he has to her. She thinks about how much time and energy Vision’s clearly put into hating you and your relationship with your wife and you can’t help but scowl at the thought. You hated Vision, much more than you hated the 20-something who punched you in the face today.

You would love to be able to punch Vision in the face.

Before you can get too far down this line of thinking, you feel Wanda’s hand on your shoulder and you turn to see her frowning. She’s worried and you can tell, but you’re too busy formulating a plan to address it right now.

“Are you okay?”

You follow Wanda into your room and wait for Boone to hurry in before closing and locking the door behind you. You lean against it for a few seconds and take a deep breath as you imagine Vision finally getting what he deserves. You would love to see Wanda deliver justice to that disrespectful little homophobe.

“Y/n? You’re scaring me.”

When you come back to yourself you realize that Wanda’s hands are on your face and she’s kneeling in front of you. You immediately feel guilty because your wife has gone through enough today, and you don’t want to add to it. You lift her to her feet before wrapping your arms around her with a sigh. You kiss her hair before pulling back so she can look at you.

“I’m sorry, but before you call me crazy, please hear me out. I have an idea.”

Part 8

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lunas-nargle · 8 months

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chapter ten of "meddle about" series brian o'connor x reader

x. electric blue

Five years have passed since that day.

Five years since she lost one of her best friends.

Five years since she last saw Dom, Leon, or Vince.

Five years since she lost the love of her life.

Life's been quiet since then.

Mia graduated college and eventually got a job at the firm she's always wanted to work for. Monty moved in with them as well. It didn't bother Y/n one bit as he was the person who made Mia the happiest. And her happiness is the only thing keeping Y/n alive.

Y/n decided to go back to school, finish up the degree she was majoring in. She eventually graduated and got a job. She was floating, but barley.

But one morning, her life preserve sunk completely.

Y/n was awoken by her phone ringing. She groaned for a moment, annoyed by the sudden wake-up call. She looked and saw it was Mia; her and Monty were in a different state for a work thing. She eventually sighed and answered the phone.

"Hello?" Y/n said with a yawn. She was wide awake once she heard sniffling on the other side of the phone. "Mia? What's wrong?"

"She's gone, Y/n." She sniffled once again. "She's gone."

"Who's gone?" Mia didn't answer right away. "Who, Mia? Who's gone?"

"Letty." Y/n's heart dropped. Tears filled her eyes as she took a shaky breath in.

"How?" she asked.

"She was murdered, Y/n."

"Brothers and sisters," the priest said. "we have gathered here to pay our final respects."

Brian O'Conner stood in the distance, watching the ceremony take place. He looked different. Older. His blonde hair was shorter while he was sporting a little scruff. He stood by the cars, looking at one person in particular. Y/n Toretto.

After five years of longing for her, there she was in all her beauty. She looked as she did when he'd last saw her. Just as beautiful, just as golden as the days he'd visit her in the shop.

One of the other agents slid up beside him and said, "Facial recognition software matched Toretto about ten minutes after he crossed the border." Brian watched as Y/n comforted her younger cousin. "I don't get it. I thought he'd show."

And in that moment, her eyes finally met his.

Y/n couldn't believe it. There he was, in all his glory, standing next to a couple sleek, black cars. His eyes blared into hers, seeing every aspect of heartbreak that was swimming in them.

She was the first one to look away, and it was the first time she'd had the strength to look away from those electric blue eyes.

Mia slept over in Y/n's room. I mean Y/n wasn't complaining. All the girl wanted was comfort from the only family she had at the moment. Eventually, Mia fell asleep with dried tears staining her face. She's been on and off since the funeral earlier that day, and Y/n couldn't blame her.

Y/n eventually got up and started rummaging around the house, cleaning and getting rid of anything that they didn't need.

"Hey." Monty said, coming into the kitchen where Y/n was washing the dishes.

"Hi." Y/n mumbled, glancing over at him.

"How is she?" he asked, knowing Mia was crushed by the fall of their friend.

"She's upset." Y/n replied. "I mean, I don't blame her. Letty was family."

"How are you?" Monty asked, hesitantly. Y/n was so worried about Mia's emotions that she hasn't even gotten to grieve herself. Of course when she got the news, she sobbed but ever since, she's been quiet. She'd busy herself, just wanting to distract herself from reality.

"I'm fine." she shrugged. Monty gave her a look, not believing her one bit. "Seriously, I don't dwell on things too much. I mean of course I'm upset about it, but it's a part of life, things happen, ya know."

"I saw Brian." Monty said, finally after a beat of silence.

"Yeah, me too." Y/n whispered, remembering those blue eyes glaring into hers. She finished the dishes, and started to move towards the table where a box sat. "Uh, I'm gonna take this to the garage."

Monty nodded, worried for his friend. He's never seen her this anxious, frantic even. But he didn't want to push it. He didn't want her to crack.

Y/n walked out of the back door, box in hand, and into the garage. She put the box down on one of the old tables. Suddenly, she heard a rustling from the back of the shed. She turned to see the last person she'd ever thought standing behind her.

"Dom." she mumbled, teary eyed. Y/n then ran towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. "You shouldn't be here. They're staking the place out. If they find you here..."

"They won't." Dom said. "Look at you." Dom pressed a hand onto her cheek. "You're grown up."

"Yeah, you can say that." Y/n's tears finally welled over, streaming down her cheeks.

Dom looked around in silence, soaking up the moment. As he did, he thought of the memories this place holds. The team, his family....Brian. He remembered when he had that conversation about his dad in this place. Dom thought he could trust him but obviously his trust was burned to the ground.

His eyes then fell onto his dad's old challenger. He glanced at Y/n before going over and inspecting it.

"Letty and I wouldn't let them junk it." Y/n commented "When she came back, we'd always be in here. Trying as hard as we can to try and fix it up, ya know. Day and night. It was weird. I think we just knew you'd come back."

"I wanna see the crash site." Dom told her, tears filling his eyes.

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gentil-minou · 6 months

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Xiantober Day 6 - The Streets of Yiling

"Lan Zhan…someone's following us."

His husband turns to him, a twitch in his left eye brow and the subtle downturn revealing his concern.

It was Wei Wuxian who'd ask to take this route back to Gusu, wistful about a time long gone.

It would be just his luck for the Yiling Patriarch to be ambushed and mugged on the streets of Yiling itself, his domain of all places!

They'd be able to take the hoodlum down, of course, but it's the principle of the thing!

It's late, with few villagers milling around and shadows creeping in corners.

Most shops and vendors have finished pedaling their wares and have closed up for the day. Even Wei Wuxian and his husband had been looking for an inn to spend the night.

A lot has changed, but some hasn't. The inn they'd eaten at is still there, even though the proprietor isn't the same as the one who served them all those years ago.

"Wei Ying?"

He startles from his carefully observation of their surroundings by Lan Zhan's large hand, the one that wields Bichen and defeated thousands, placing itself gently on Wei Ying's shoulders, as if they're the most precious in the world.

A year of marriage. Wei Wuxian should be used to this, but of course he's not. Frankly he doesn't ever want to be.

"Do you hear it? Lan Zhan? Someone's shuffling around behind us."

Lan Zhan tilts his head adorably and it would be extremely irrational for Wei Wuxian to jump his husband right now…but…

He listens for a sound, taking Wei Ying's claims seriously as always, before shaking his head no.

That's odd. The shuffling was so distinct, sticking out in a background of quiet murmurs and doors closing, lights being shut and people saying goodnight to their loved ones.

It can't be an animal, there are no growling noises and if there were Lan Zhan would have carried him away.

These steps sound softer, quiet. Like they're barely even there.

The next time he hears it, just before they enter that familiar inn. Wei Wuxian turns around quickly.

He spots a head peeking from around a corner, staring right at him. What's surprising is the head is on a body much shorter than he'd thought.

It's a child, dressed in rags with hair matted to the point where it would need to be cut off entirely.

The child is terribly familiar.

"Lan Zhan, you go on ahead, I'll catch up."

His husband must see something in his expression because be nods and, after pressing a sweet kiss against his forehead, walks into the inn.

Wei Ying squares his shoulders and follows the boy as he runs off into an alley.

The boy is sorting through bots of trash, still sneaking glances to make sure Wei Wuxian is still there. Wei Wuxian crouches down next to the kid, and contemplates the selection before them.

"Those watermelon rinds are no good, they won't fill you up. The radishes are better."

The boy pouts and shakes his head.

Wei Wuxian sighs, "Believe me, I know! I hate radishes too. Here, this'll make it better." He pulls out the jar of chilling oil from his robes and pours a bit onto the radish. It's too much for a normal child, but it will be fine in this case.

The boy gives him a skeptical look under his knotted hair, but hunger is hunger, and he eats it in one bite.

His brown eyes open wide and turn bright and sunny. He grins at Wei Wuxian, lips stretched into a smile that seems like he was born with it.

Ah, just as he'd expected.

"How is it, A-Ying?"

His younger self nods excitedly and reaches a hand for the jar. Wei Wuxian lets him, knowing no harm will come to him even if he downs the whole bottle.

"A-Ying, what are you doing here so late?"

He can guess his age and knows there's no home to return to right now, not for many more years to come.

A-Ying shakes his head nonchalantly as he licks some chili oil off the tip of his fingers. He does a little dance when he eats that makes Wei Wuxian smile. He still does it too.

He hasn't figured out why his younger self is here, but one thing he's learned is that even if tries to learn everything a thousand new questions form and beg to be answered. Sometimes it's easier just to accept life's many mysteries.

He rests his chin in his hand and sits there for a while, watching A-Ying place chili oil in any vegetable scrap he gets, each time delighting at the burst of flavor. He laughs when A-Ying scrunches his nose at the taste of it on a sour apple, which makes A-Ying let out a string of silent giggles.

The full moon above them is about to begin its descent, and Wei Wuxian has a feeling that will be it. He's not sure how he knows, but he feels it deep in his bones.

Admittedly, he doesn't have the best experience with kids, but well A-Yuan turned out alright! Even if Lan Zhan did most of that...

But still, there has to be something. It feels wrong to leave just like this...

"A-Ying," he calls, and the boy turns to him in answer. He crouches down in front of him, tucking his chin into his small, so very very small, hand. A perfect mirror image.

"You're so brave, every day. But you know, some days you don't have to be. Some days you can be sad."

"You can frown and glare and yell and shout. You don't have to smile always, you know? The people who love will still love you if you can't."

A-Ying tilts his head in confusion, and ah so that's where Lan Zhan learned that from. Wei Wuxian is making this all up as he goes, but he has an idea of what he needs to say.

"And people do love you, ya know? It isn't always easy, but it never is. But yeah. You're gonna have a shijie and shidi who love you even if they show it in different ways, and a family that's not yours who loves you even if times are tough and they all leave you." His voice chokes up at the end. "Or you leave them..."

A-Ying rests his little hand on Wei Wuxian's knee in comfort and Wei Wuxian huffs a laugh. He doesn't remember being this receptive when he was young.

He takes that small hand in his and just, wow. This body is new, yes, but how was he ever this tiny? He puts their palms against each other, A-Ying's barely reaching his fingers. For some reason this makes him want to cry even harder.

"And you're gonna meet a boy, the most amazing talent beautiful boy ever. And he's going to love you as much as you love him. And he's going to make sure you always have chili oil and he's gonna help you wake up in the morning and he's going to tell you everyday, even if he doesn't say it out loud, just how much he loves you. How happy he is you're in the world. "

The moon begins setting, and the ends of A-Ying's hair turn into smoke carried away by the wind. He hasn't noticed yet.

"And you're going to have a home. It won't be the one you imagined when you were little. But you're gonna have a home, A-Ying. You're going to be okay. Eventually, you'll be okay. You're gonna love yourself too, one day. I promise."

He grins, extra wide and extra bright and A-Ying grins back, perfectly identical.

"Thank you, A-Ying, and I'm sorry."

Wei Wuxian reaches out a hand to touch his cheek and let's the tears fall as the ghost of his childhood self fades away into smoke, evaporating into the air to join the clouds and stars above.

Wei Wuxian lets himself sit back on the ground and sniffles, heaving a sigh. Then he realizes something, and throws his head back in a laugh that echoes.

A-Ying took the chili oil with him.

He hears Lan Zhan call for him from the mouth of the alley, and he gets up to join him as he claps his hands together to remove the dust.

He's not sure of he'll tell him what just happened or not. This feels like a moment just for him, something he wants to keep for himself, at least for now.

(threadfic here)

#i really like this one #i might make it into a proper oneshot #also im so impressed i've managed to do one everyday so far but idk how long i can keep up sdkjfhs #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs fanfiction #the untamed #wei ying #wei wuxian #xiantober #mdzs musings #bushy writing

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loregoddess · 14 days

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while writing the sleeping HCs I wrote something about Agnea needing a lot of time to brush out her hair and my brain was like "yeah sure, silly hair care headcanons be upon ye" so here we are (edition: both games!):

Ophilia: Takes very good care of her hair, but doesn't do anything fancy or special, Ophilia's hair just looks really nice if she's consistent with brushing and combing it. Tangles a bit, but not terribly (Lianna's hair tangles something fierce, and Ophilia got really good at brushing it out without causing any pain). Let's one of the nuns or Lianna cut her hair, and is generally fine with one of the other travelers cutting it (Primrose almost always does because she's fascinated by how soft and silky Ophilia's hair is with so little effort).

Cyrus: Despite his best efforts, his hair tangles fairly easily. Brushes and combs it regularly, but doesn't actually worry that much about how it looks (although it always ends up looking very nice, which Cyrus is of course, not aware of). Ties it back to keep it out of his face while reading, but honestly has more loose strands than not. Absolutely attempts to cut his own hair to save himself time, which is why the length is so uneven, and yet it still somehow manages to look nice when he's finished.

Tressa: Has a sort of undercut style where she can tie the longer top layer up underneath her hat and keep it all out of her face at once, but still wanted the option to wear her hair long and loose if she wanted (listen, the official artworks are inconsistent with Tressa's hair, this is the best explanation I have). More interested in selling hair tonics than using them herself, and actually has a fairly simple hair care routine. Hair doesn't tangle easily and is thin enough Tressa can get by with just a comb most days. Prefers to let her parents cut her hair, and will only let Primrose or Ophilia cut it while traveling (doesn't mind letting barbers cut her hair, but only after she's inspected their past work thoroughly).

Olberic: Wavy hair, but keeps it slicked back with a tonic to keep it out of his face (used to keep it shorter when he was younger, and then decided to grow it out on a whim when he realized it wouldn't be too hard to keep out of his face). Hair hardly tangles, but Olberic's pretty regular about combing it so it doesn't have much of a chance to tangle in the first place (all his personal grooming habits come from his knight training). Usually just gets it cut at a barber's, will let the other travelers cut it though.

Primrose: Has the most complex hair care routine, although her hair isn't naturally inclined to tangles. Would prefer to cut her own hair, but allows others to cut it depending on the situation (enjoys taking care of other people's hair though). Brushes and combs it before going to sleep and after waking up despite the fact that her hair rarely tangles while she's asleep. Hair starts to curl in humid environments, and is incredibly thick and strong.

Alfyn: Hair hardly tangles but this isn't obvious because it looks like a mess at any given time (his hair is just wavy/curly). Uses a tonic that sort of acts like a gel so he can get most of the shorter strands up and out of his face. Alfyn's hair is thin enough that it looks smooth and lays flat when he ties it back, but it would look nothing short of a lion's mane if he let it all loose. Aside from the tonic, doesn't really do anything special with his hair. Will ask whoever's around for a trim when he needs one.

Therion: Hair doesn't tangle often which is a miracle considering he doesn't always brush it daily. Not too fussy about his hair, except when he needs to disguise himself, but doesn't neglect it either (in general is very good about his own personal health, he did after all somehow manage to recover from a very steep fall seemingly alone). Therion also cuts his own hair and refuses to let anyone else cut it. Begrudgingly lets some of the other travelers brush it when they ask, but only after traveling together for several months.

H'aanit: Doesn't have a fancy routine but is very careful with brushing, combing, and braiding her hair (it's not practical for hunting, she just likes keeping her hair long). Hair is thick and a bit frizz-prone, and therefore a pain to brush out if it tangles. Linde wants to join when she realizes H'aanit is doing "social cat things (ft: grooming)" and gets brushes when H'aanit finishes with her own hair. Cuts her own hair, but only because Z'aanta failed Once at cutting her hair nicely when she was younger (also cuts Z'aanta's hair).

Ochette: Hair doesn't tangle as easily as one might expect, but Ochette also takes a fair amount of time to brush and comb it as part of her personal grooming routine, which she takes very seriously. Beastling brushes are designed in a way that she can brush both her tail and hair, and she probably brushes Akala as well (Mahina preens her own feathers, but will do so at the same time that Ochette is taking care of her hair). Doesn't mind tying her hair back, but only if it's a bit loose. Cuts her own hair, isn't too fussy about how good it looks, but usually it comes out really nicely. Enjoys helping others with their hair a lot too (used to brush Juvah's mane a lot).

Castti: Prefers to keep her hair tied back out of her face, and will also sleep with it tied back. Absolute mess of tangles if she sleeps with it loose or gets caught by the wind, and it takes her forever to brush it out afterwards. Makes her own hair tonic and tries to keep up with her hair for health purposes (although she sometimes forgets to brush it regularly if she's had a rough load of work). Will usually ask someone else to cut her hair, and Eir's Apothecaries used to take turns cutting each other's hair, but will also just try and hack off the split ends herself is no one is around (hair length is a bit uneven when she does this).

Throne: Incredibly fussy about her hair, and very particular about her hair care routine (it helps calm Throne's nerves, and gave her a bit of personal freedom early in her life). Had to learn to cut her own hair because of the looming threat of internal assassination attempts, and isn't keen on letting other people cut it for her as a result. Throne's hair is about average for how much it does or doesn't tangle, although her hair is naturally very silky so it's easy to remove the tangles.

Osvald: He keeps it long because it's wavy and frizzy enough to be an absolute horror of bushy curls if it's cut too short, and finds it easier to tie back when he's researching. Brushes his hair regularly as a habit to keep up with his personal health, but doesn't really care much about how it looks. Osvald's also bad about getting the split ends cut, and only gets his hair trimmed when someone offers to do it for him (Rita used to take care of trimming his hair). Tangles fairly easily and takes some time to brush out (was the worst after his two-day trip passed out in the ice boat). Very picky about how he keeps his facial hair though.

Partitio: Hair would tangle a bit if he grew it any longer, but Partitio's hair is also thick enough that taking care of it while it's longer is more of a hassle than it's worth. Uses a tonic to slick it back, although his hair's wavy-curly enough to need a fair amount of tonic. Takes good care of his hair, since he knows having a professional appearance is just as important in making a sale as the quality of the products being sold, and was taught all his hair care routines from Roque. Usually just relies on the local barber to cut his hair, and has had varying results from other barbers he's encountered on his travels (after a particularly bad haircut, Throne convinced him to trust her with cutting his hair, which actually worked out due to her precision).

Agnea: Wakes up with the worst bedhead and it takes her a good while to brush it out. In general, her hair is very prone to tangling which is why Agnea keeps it braided most of the time. Surprisingly thin hair, but this isn't obvious unless it's braided because Agnea's hair is very wavy and looks like it has a lot of body to it. Agnea takes good care of her hair though, and travels with a few different tonics to keep it healthy. Pala and Agnea cut each other's hair, typically, although Garud used to cut their hair when they were younger.

Temenos: His hair rarely tangles, and he really just needs a comb to keep it in order. One of the clerics was the designated hair-cutter in the church where he and Roi were raised, but Temenos decided to start cutting his own hair in his early teens and has refused to let anyone touch it since (insists this has nothing to do with the fact that one of the other cleric's had their ear snipped on accident). At first his self-cut hair was a mess, but he's become quite proficient. Doesn't really do anything special otherwise though.

Hikari: Very soft and smooth hair, although it means Hikari needs a hair tie coated in a special substance to keep the tie from slipping out when he ties it back. Takes incredibly good care of his hair as a matter of discipline and routine. It doesn't tangle easily, but is easy enough to comb out when it does. For reasons Hikari hasn't figured out, almost everyone he's met wants to comb his hair if he's okay with it, despite him being perfectly capable of the task himself.

#octopath traveler #octopath traveler 2 #octopath ii #not tagging every character sorry #I'm still enjoying the bumper crop of random silly headcanons #I don't normally come up w/ HCs for stuff hardly ever but I've been having a lot of fun w/ Octopath #oracle of lore

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givemeasinglekidney · 1 year

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Lights Are On | Tsukishima K.

Sorry for not updating! Life got insane if I listed it all out I’d have to make an entire paragraph

Also sorry for not posting the Suna one, I got commissioned to do this one! So I hope you enjoy!

This week seemed like nothing but a drag. For starters, Monday you woke up late, and your alarm clock didn’t go off because your phone wasn’t plugged in and died. The rest of the week seemed like nothing but loads and loads of homework assignments. And to top it all off, you just barely failed your math test. The world had it out for you.

But you had one thing to look forward to.

Your boyfriend.

Tsukishima Kei.

You two met when you were younger, in your first year of middle school. He was trying out for boys' volleyball, and you wandered into the wrong gym by accident trying to find the girls' volleyball gym. You ran into him and that sparked a conversation of witty remarks and sarcastic comebacks. Safe to say, he had some respect for you.

The summer before your first year of high school, he had asked you out. Everything in your eyes was perfect.

You were so supportive of him with volleyball. You ended up quitting because the girl's team wasn’t consistent and you thought of exploring your interests. Michimiya acknowledged your way of thinking and directed you to student council. You thought It’d be great for your future so you signed right up.

You were not prepared

You were not prepared at all.

You didn’t expect there to be so many projects you’d have to take on. All the papers that needed to fill out were insane. You bit more than you could chew due to others who weren’t putting in their effort. This led to you pulling multiple all-nighters and setting aside your needs.

But you always made time for him.

Every game of his you came to cheer him on, regardless of how he told you not to. You knew deep down he appreciated it.

With your combined workloads, you guys didn’t have much time to hang out or go on dates. You barely saw each other at school due to him being in class 1-4 and you being in class 1-5. That's how you made friends with Yachi and Kyoko.

It was finally Saturday and Tsukishima had a game. You were loaded with work, but the thought of seeing someone who loved you made the day a little bit better, so you went.

You knew this was important to him. It was the big game against shiratorizawa, the deciding factor on which team would go to nationals. You had faith in him.

But your heart dropped the moment the ball hit his fingers. By the way, he bent down, you knew something was up. You slowly recognized the red blood dripping from his skin as he walked off the court with Kyoko following behind. You were panicked. How could you not be?

You knew they wouldn’t let you into the nurse's office to see him, so you texted his phone. You may or may not have gone just a little overboard with worry and sent good 20-ish texts asking how he was.

Before you knew it, he was running back onto the court with Kyoko in toll. You couldn’t help but find it a little strange as he didn’t respond to your messages.

The game was over. They had won.

He had won.

You were so excited, you ran down to the first floor to congratulate him. It was crowded but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was him.

You reached the floor and made your way to the team. At the sight of everyone being celebrated, you spotted two blonde and green-haired best friends talking. Yamaguchi’s parents never show up to games, and Tsukishima’s brother was still making his way down.

As you walked closer, you started to hear their conversation.

But your demeanor surely changed.

“I’m sure they were just worried for you-” The shorter one spoke

“I don’t care. It's annoying and they should know it.” Said none other than your dearest boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine and it’s annoying as hell for them to constantly spam my phone over a small injury. I barely see them anymore, if they truly cared they’d make more time for me. There’s no way they’re that busy. I'm getting sick of it.”

Oh.

oh…

Your heart shattered.

That’s really what he’s been thinking all along.

Was everything just a lie?

You were in shock. You woke out of your trance as someone bumped your shoulder. Yachi and Kyoko were making their way through.

“Oh hey!” Yachi waved at you. “I’m so glad you made it! It was awesome wasn’t it!”

“Yeah…” You looked down, “It was.”

Kyoko looked at you with slight concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s… um, it’s nothing.” You tried to laugh off, “I just have a lot of work to do, so I’ll be going.” And before they could say anything, you walked off.

You walked your way back home, pace slightly fast as you wanted to be in the comforts of your room before the tears fall out.

You reached your front door and slammed it shut. You couldn’t even slide down the door and wallow since you had papers to fill out. Taking off your shoes, you trekked your way to your room, not bothering to state your presents as your parents weren’t there. They barely were.

Being at home alone all the time made you feel like a ghost.

Like you’re just floating.

Like the lights were on, but nobodies home.

As you worked and worked, downing a coffee and a half, the clock went from 18:07 to 2:28. You had a headache and you weren't even done yet. Stacks of paper filled your desk as your laptop sat parallel to you, the glow making your head hurt worse.

Then there was a very faint knock.

You laid your head in your hands as you bent over onto your desk, fighting the urge to cry. Why was the world against you? All the work. All the pressure. All the absence of those who you loved.

Who you thought loved you.

The knock repeated.

You didn’t bother getting up. What lunatic was at your door at 2:30 in the morning? Being broken into was the last thing you needed.

You were so stuck in your thoughts you didn’t hear footsteps make their way over to your room and open the door.

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t bother turning. Didn’t even reply.

You heard the creek of your bed dip as you figured he sat down. You bed was right next to you desk, so he was sitting not far behind your chair.

“I saw your texts.” He started softly, “And I know you heard me. Yachi told me you left after I had asked if she’d seen you. Kyoko said you seemd upset and I knew you had listened in. I couldn’t sleep, and with the eye bags you come in with every morning I thought you’d might be awake.”

You removed your hands but kept you head on the desk facing down. You couldn’t find the energy to reply. He continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voiced questioned with a hint of concern, “Is all of this… Has this been what you’ve been dealing with all this time?”

He picked up some papers in the stack closest to him. You hummed a noise of affirmation.

He sighed, “Look. Im sorry. I guess all the adrenaline from the game got to my head and I said things I didn’t necessarily mean. It’s more of… I just missed you. Okay.”

You turned your head to look at him. He looks back at you.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Wow. I pour the little words I can from my heart to you and this is the thanks I get.” He replied.

You chuckled and rubbed your eyes. “I missed you, too.”

He got up from the bed and stood behind you, leaning down to hug you and rested his head on your collar.

“Take a break.” He mumbled.

“I’d love to, but these papers-”

“We can figure out the papers in the morning. You need rest. And I need my dork back.” He smiled.

“Oh shut up you.” You chuckled at his statements.

“I will when you take a break.” He sighed at you.

You stared at your work load and contemplated. But you were so tired you couldn’t think properly. Your boyfriend noticed and took the chance to start nudging you off the chair and guided you to bed. You laid down and he joined you, snuggling and he wrapped his arms around your torso.

As you drifted to sleep, you discarded the workload of those who couldn’t do the work for themselves. Don’t wake us up, we got nothing for you.

Yeah.

Maybe this can work.

There aint no love

like our love.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#tsukishima x you #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fluff #hq tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei x you

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enchantedlandcoffee · 1 year

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Prompt - Person A is about to leave for work. Person B asks them if they've forgotten anything, and Person A gives them a kiss. Person B turns red and opens their hand to reveal Person A's keys/wallet/etc., saying 'I meant this, but thanks.'

“I’m off. Thanks for making breakfast, Lou!” He heard Harry call from the entryway, followed by a small groan indicating that he’d hit something. Louis chuckled to himself, walking towards the front door to find Harry toeing his shoes on and blindly grabbing for his coat. He leaned against the door frame for a minute, crossing his arms as he watched his flatmate fumble around. Once Harry had successfully gotten his shoes on and grabbed the right coat, he’d turned to face Louis fully, a confused expression taking over his face.

“Everything okay?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Louis asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Shit, sorry Lou.” Harry apologised, before grabbing the shorter man’s face and pulling him in for a kiss. It was only a chaste one, barely lasting ten seconds but it took Louis’ breath away.

“See you later, yeah?” Harry breathed, tugging his coat on and grabbing his scarf.

Louis nodded and watched, slightly stunned, as Harry turned and opened the door. He quickly came to his senses, grabbing Harry by the arm before he could leave the flat.

“Wait.”

When Harry turned to look at him again, Louis opened his hand, revealing the younger man’s keys that had been left on the kitchen table.

“I meant these,” Louis admitted, passing them over to Harry, “but thanks for the kiss?”

Harry looked from him, to the keys, and then back at him again, mouth opening and closing in shock. Before Louis could say something to reassure him, well both of them, Harry was gone, the slamming of the door signalling his exit.

Louis sighed, running his hands over his face as he took a moment to compose himself.

“It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he reassured himself as he walked back to their kitchen, “It was just a goodbye kiss. That’s all. There’s nothing to worry about.” He had just entered the kitchen when he heard the front door open, slamming shut again a moment later.

“Harry?” Louis called out, turning towards the source of the noise. Before he could investigate further, Harry appeared in front of him, breathing heavily. Louis opened his mouth to say something, to brush off the awkwardness, but before he could get the words out Harry was kissing him again, hands framing Louis’ face. He froze for a moment, his mind taking a moment to catch up, before he was kissing Harry back, his arms making their way round Harry’s neck as hands travelled from his face to his hips, pulling him impossibly closer.

They pulled apart after a minute, leaning their foreheads together as both of them caught their breath.

“Wow…”

“Yeah…” Louis agreed, pulling back so his hands were resting on Harry’s shoulders, Harry's hands still on Louis’ hips. He looked up, making eye contact with the taller boy before they both burst into laughter, Harry’s head falling to rest on Louis’ shoulder. Louis’ ran his fingers through Harry’s hair softly as they calmed down, the younger boy humming and bringing his hands higher up to pull Louis into a hug.

“Not that I’m complaining or anything…” Louis started, a hum of acknowledgement coming from the taller boy, “but what did I do to deserve that?”

Harry mumbled something into Louis’ shoulder, too quiet for Louis to make out.

“What was that, love?” He felt Harry sigh as the younger man pulled back slightly, his gaze averted from Louis’ face.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” Harry repeated, fiddling with the back of Louis’ top, “properly this time. Not like before.”

“I’m glad, Curly,” Louis grinned, pulling Harry down into another kiss, breaking it when the younger boy tried to deepen it. “As much as I would love to stand around all day kissing you, there are places we need to be.”

Harry groaned at Louis’ words, his head falling back on to Louis’ shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

“I do know, however, that we are both free tonight. What do you say, Curly? Fancy going on a date with me?”

#larry fanfic #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larry stylinson #larry #one direction #larry drabble #enchantedlandcoffee larry drabbles #my fic

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killroadz · 1 year

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𝑨 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒊𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑯��𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

"𝐀 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ,𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞!!"

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Trigger Warnings: Mentioned Cults, implied grooming and very brief mentioned child abuse

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Liu's full name is Lucius Vicki Woods, however he heavily prefers to just be called Liu. It's shorter and easier to say.

He's 27 years old(7 years older than Jeff) and he managed to graduate College before he started serial killing.

Liu uses He/Him pronouns. However he doesn’t care what pronouns you give him. If you were to use She/her pronouns for him, he won’t correct you, cuz he low key does not care.

Liu is 6'4 and really likes teasing anybody and everybody shorter than him.

He's kinda skinny. Like, he isn't unhealthy skinny or nothing, just...Skinny ish. He’s fine. He eats.

His hair is not brown, it’s actually a really dark shade of red, he never brushes it either. He’s dirty and he stinks. He takes one shower every few weeks.

Liu’s White-Asian, however he takes more after his dad (a privileged white man) than his mother (An Asian woman who Liu quite disliked) he got his height from his mother though.

Many people say Liu acts like his father, and he curses out anyone who dares compare to that bastard.

Liu tries to act like he cares about people, he’ll give you presents, love, his credit card and he’ll still won’t give a fuck about you. He only really cares about Jeff and Sully. Those are his little brothers and he’ll get crucified for them.

Speaking of crucified…that actually almost happened to Liu when he was around twelve. What he thought were adult aged people who cared about him were only cult members who wanted Liu to be their sacrifice.

He got away though, but those same cult members found EJ a couple years later.

Throughout Liu’s teenage years he often hung around the wrong group of people. People who told him that they cared about and loved him, people who used Liu to get what they wanted and forget about him for a month, only contacting him when they need him. (It was nothing sexual)

Liu also was extremely distant to his younger brother, so distant that the two brothers kinda hated each other. (Until Liu’s aunt forced Liu to use his first paycheck to buy ten-year-old Jeff chicken nuggets and a day in the park)

During Liu’s life his parents expected a lot from him, he was so busy trying to please his parents with good grades that he never noticed the abuse his parents put Jeff through. He suspected it but the thought of that never stuck around for along.

Current Liu feels like a piece of shit for not helping his brother when he was having a hard time, and he’ll help Jeff even when he doesn’t want his help.

He’s clingy and he knows too much about people. He knows everyone’s schedule, routine and etc. He knows your phone password, credit card number and IP address.

Protect your wives, husbands and spouses. Liu’s coming for all of them.

S U L L Y

Sully’s full name is Sully Harper Lauren’s. His name is not Sullivan, it’s just Sully.

Sully is seven years old, however he acts much older than his age. Sully uses He/Him pronouns. If you were to ask him what his pronouns were he’d tilt his head and shrug. He doesn’t know the answer to that question either.

He’s african american but his skin is very cold and uncomfortable to touch. He just needs lotion and a bath dw.

He has really fucking long purplish-black hair, if he is slouching, his hair will drag on the ground, which makes it really fucking dirty, similar to Liu, he never brushes it. Some of his hair covers the right part of his entire face. Sully literally cannot cut his hair, it grows back within several seconds, the only thing he can do it just tie it up.

Like said before, Sully does not act his age at all.

He acts more like adult-humored high schoolers that you’d see bullying a kid on the side of the road.

Sully is spiteful, arrogant, cruel and hard-headed. He’s a naturally very angry person, and hates everyone that tries to get close to him. Dispite that, Sully is actually pretty shy.

He prefers to be alone most the time, and when you are disrupting his alone time (which is all the time) he will curse and scream at you.

Leave Sully alone, that’s basically the only way to become his friend. Just leave him the fuck alone.

Even though Sully doesn’t act his age, he’s still a child. He watches kid shows that’ll easily keep him entertained and oh my god please push him on the swings and say “Woooosh” while doing it.

He really enjoys things like Transformers and Warrior Cats.

Compares every orange cat to Firestar. Every brown tabby cat is Tigerclaw, every fluffy white cat is Cloudtail. Oh? A brown tabby cat who hangs around plants a lot? Yeah that’s Leafpool. A very mean Calico cat? Mapleshade.

Has read every Warrior Cats book. Definitely Sparkpelt’s biggest fan. /j

Oh, by the way. Sully isn’t an alter or anything related with DID. He’s a vengeful ghost child who used to work for Zalgo. He can willingly possess Liu’s body when he pleases and he does most his murdering with Liu. Because Sully’s seven year old body cannot hold a knife. He can pick up things 60x his weight, he just cannot hold a knife with his own body for some reason.

He’s like- a really sad person and he expects too much of himself.

Don’t touch his bare skin!!! He’ll have a panic attack and start attacking you!

Poor baby just needs a hug, a blanket and a brother who actually likes him and cares about him.

Brotherly issues am I right?

On a wholesome note, he has a stuffed crocodile toy that he calls Snoodle. Plus a Iguana named Godzilla

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All right I’m done now. This really shouldn’t have take 2 months to finish. But whatever. Stay tuned for some more headcanons to come!

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