#like shut up. its none of your business leave her alone

[graysturns]

𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕? | 𝕔.𝕤.

note: hey guys :) this should be short and sweet but i hope you like it anyways. i love soft chris! also last pic is me on my period and that’s why i wrote this + i hate rachel

warnings: none i think just me hating my coworker

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long as you dreaming bout me ain’t no problem,

i don’t got nobody, just with you right now,

11:47 pm

my phone buzzes twice, causing it to brightly light up in its spot right by my face.

“ughh, leave me alone!” i groan, tossing it to chris’ side of the bed.

“what is it baby?” chris walks into our room, shutting the door quietly and placing a water bottle on my nightstand. he sits beside me and rubs my back slowly.

“rachel from work wants me to cover her shift tomorrow. something about ACT testing.”

he raises an eyebrow at me. “isn’t that something you would request the day off for? y’know like, in advance?”

“that’s what i said.” i roll my eyes before proceeding.

“i already told her no, but she keeps insisting because i’m the only person off tomorrow.”

chris leans over to grab my phone, unlocking it and putting it on do not disturb.

“it’s about time you have a day off. they’ve been putting you on the schedule every day now.” he sighs, combing his fingers through my hair.

“i know. and today was shit.” i huff out.

“do you wanna talk about it?” chris watches me intently.

“i just don’t wanna complain too much.”

“baby, i looove hearing you complain. it’s like, my favorite part of every day.” he taunts.

“only if you insist,” i sit up and smile cheekily at him.

he repositions himself so he sits across from me, pulling his knees up under his chin.

“talk to me sweetheart,” he grabs my hand, kissing my knuckles.

“so i clock in, and right away i’m being told to get on the espresso machine. my manager was supposed to work alongside me but she kept getting pulled away for manager things so i was doing both positions at our station, which is fine, but during a rush it can be a lot.” i start to ramble.

“and the second she gets back, i get the feeling that i started my period! and i completely forgot about it because i’ve been so busy, so i didn’t have any tampons on me,” i continue.

chris drops my hand and reaches into his hoodie pocket, revealing a bottle of pamprin.

“i actually got the notification earlier from your period app, so i brought these upstairs.” he smiles to himself, opening the bottle and shaking a couple tablets out on my palm.

“chris, thank you!” i exclaim, popping them in my mouth and taking a sip of the water.

“of course babe, i got you.” he pokes my stomach.

“so what else happened?” he asks me.

“well after that it slowed down a little. but the whole coffee shop was a mess after the rush and since we were closing, we had to deep clean everything. i’m just so sore and i want to die,”

“i get it, babe. did you shower yet?”

“the second i got home. fucking rachel spilled a pitcher of cold brew on my thigh and i was so sticky.”

he nods with a slight smile, moving his body up against the headboard.

he laid back in his spot and motioned me over to lay on his chest.

“fucking rachel.” he tsks while rubbing my back.

“why do you hate her so much anyways?” he drops his head to look at me.

“well, do you remember that one day you came through the drive through right before my shift ended? you were picking me up and decided to get a drink.”

he thinks for a moment, “mhm?”

“well she was working the window, and she came to tell us all there was a hot guy outside. basically telling the girls to come look,”

“yeah i remember a few girls came by, pretending to stock cups or something. that’s rachel?”

my lips drew a tight line.

“remember how she had you pull into a parking spot, saying they’d bring the drink out to you?”

“mhm?” he asks again.

“well, she decided to write her number down on a slip of paper and hoped to give it to you on her way out, along with your coffee. i left before her, so while i was getting settled in the car, she was walking up to you trying to rizz you up.”

his mouth forms an ‘o’.

“what a sneaky bitch!” he chuckles.

i roll my eyes at him.

“chris it’s not funny. my coworker wants to fuck you.”

“well it’s never gonna happen, sweetheart. she’s insane if she thinks that.”

i mess with the drawstring on his hoodie, picking at the plastic end.

“it’s just frustrating. she’s been doing little things to mess with me, since the moment she saw us together in your car. like today with the cold brew, that was fully on purpose.”

he sighs, patting the back of my head. “why don’t you just quit? you don’t need to work.”

“chris, you can’t pay for everything,” i sigh, dropping the thin rope.

“i actually can. besides, i’d much rather have you here at home, happy and free to do what you want with all that extra time.”

i smile up at him, lightly running my nails across his stubble.

“you’re too sweet to me, but i can’t let you financially support me chris. we aren’t even married.”

this time, he rolls his eyes at me.

“so what? we already live together. you’re my shawty or whatever the kids say,” he laughs, picking up a strand of my hair, tickling my nose with the end.

“the kids in 2009, and don’t say that ever again, chris.” i snort.

“no but seriously. i know how much you hate this job. and fucking rachel.” he smirks.

“i’ll apply to a few different places in the morning. and we’ll go from there.”

“no, y/n.” he grabs my hand, holding it between us.

“it’s making you miserable, you can quit now and i’ll hold things down until you find something else.”

“chris, i already told you, it’s not fair to you. you’re not my husband, and you don’t need to provide for me.”

he looks to the ceiling for a moment, pondering.

chris faces me again, grabbing hold of my cheeks. “wanna get married?”

“married? chris i-i’d marry you in an instant but not for this reason. you can’t be-“

he pulls away from me and leans over his side of the bed, digging through his nightstand.

turning to face me, he opens his fist to reveal a ring.

what the hell? i sit up quickly.

“y/n.” he holds the ring up.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. i know my timing may not be ideal, but i hate the fact that i’m not your husband, and i hate the fact that you won’t let me take care of you. married or not, i’m always going to be here to take care of you, to help you, to love on you, especially when you’re having a day like today.” chris takes my hands in his, holding the ring on his fingertip.

“..but i’d really rather be married to you and do all those things.”

“chris, you don’t mean..” i begin.

“don’t act all surprised now.” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“you know i love you, we’ve talked about getting married someday. i think we should just do it sooner than later.”

“chris, i don’t know what to say. i want to marry you, i just don’t think it should be because i hate my job.”

“it’s not because of that. i’ve been planning this, if i wasn’t then there wouldn’t be a ring here. what do you think?”

“holy fuck, chris.” i take his hand and open it, placing my left one in his palm.

“let’s get married.” i smile up at him.

he slides the ring on and tackles me into a hug, causing us both to fall backwards on the bed.

“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!” he chants while peppering kisses all over my face.

short, sweet kisses turn into a long, heated make out that gets interrupted by three dings from my phone.

“did you not see me turn your phone on do not disturb?” chris huffs out.

“i swear to god if it’s rachel..” i pause, leaning over to pick up my phone.

“she did that ‘notify anyway’ thing. she’s insisting i cover for her tomorrow.”

my phone starts to buzz in my hand, causing chris’s head to snap in its direction.

“absolutely not!” he grabs the phone and clicks it off, throwing it on the other side of the bed.

“fucking rachel. someone needs to punch her in her throat.” he says jokingly.

“h-hello?” a small voice escapes my phone.

“shit, chris i thought you declined the call!” i lunge for the device, end the call and turn the phone off.

“do you think she heard me?” he asks, wide eyed, with a smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

“i don’t care, i’m quitting that job anyways. i have a husband now.’ i beam at him, waving my hand in his face.

“hell yeah you do!” he places his hands on my waist and brings me back down to him.

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hope u liked it 🤍 also this is dedicated to rachel i hate u please quit so i don’t have to! just kidding that’s mean! (i’m not)

comment if u hate rachel too

tags!

@imwetforyourmom @anonymouslyachrisgirl @junnniiieee07 @imtalkinnonsense @wh0resstuff

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[solojihyo]

people shut up about jeongyeon’s weight challenge

#HATE IT HERE PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS COMMENTING ON HER WEIGHT #like shut up. its none of your business leave her alone #weight ment tw #isai.txt

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Them reacting to you gifting them something for Valentine's day

characters: Seele / Bronya x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Do me a Favor and pretend it’s still Valentine's Day, okay? I was busy yesterday and only got the idea to write something for it after I saw @genshingorlsrevengeance post.

Also no Natasha, bc I’m not going to lie, I couldn’t think of what to write for her…

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Seele

The most difficult part about handing Seele her gift was finding her in the first place. With how many tasks and missions she had to run through, getting a hold of her turned out to be more difficult than you had envisioned, as whenever you arrived at her last known location, she had already booked it to somewhere else.

When you finally caught up to Seele however, you could hear her from what felt like a mile away, arguing with a couple of stubborn vagrants only for it to escalate into a full on clash as you got nearer. Once you got to see her however, the two other combatants were laying on the ground already, one of them groaning in pain as the other seemed to have been knocked out for a while.

“Get lost while you can- Oh it’s you”, Seele spat as she turned around in a moment's notice, her scythe drawn and pointed at the perceived enemy, only for her to quickly lower it once she realized who stood before her.

“Ah, my bad. You caught me off-guard… Did something happen for you to be looking for me?”, she asked as a hint of worry made its way onto her face, only for her eyes to widen in surprise when she noticed the small pouch in your hand.

“N-no”, you stammered out, still somewhat in shock from having her weapon pointed at your face before coughing in hopes it would lessen the chances of your voice cracking again and continuing. 

“Anyway, happy Valentine's Day”, you handed her the chocolate, Seele’s hand automatically reaching out to accept it as her cheeks grew slightly red, balling her other hand into a fist and putting it in front of her mouth to nervously cough into it while at the same time trying to cover the lower half of her face.

“I, umm… I didn’t think you’d- I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this”, she managed to say out loud, looking away slightly for a few seconds before putting down her hand and looking you in the eyes once again. “Thanks.”

“...Ahem. Where were we?”, Seele eventually proclaimed as she turned around to the two vagrants once again, only to start looking around hurriedly when they were nowhere to be found.

“Quick, they have to be nearby, help me find them!”

Bronya

From the moment she opened her eyes, Bronya was reminded of what made today so special, your work assured it, after all. The first of your letters was placed on her bedside table, another one fell out when she opened her closet, and the last one she found once she pulled open the top drawer of her desk, the envelope kept shut by the wax-seal she had grown all too familiar with since getting to know you.

Each of them were filled with enough encouraging and loving words to make even a heart of stone melt, and yet you were nowhere to be seen. As the day dragged on, with Bronya re-reading your words in between each of the dozens of audiences she went through, having to hide the smile appearing on her face whenever she thought about them in the middle of listening to her people’s troubles and worries more than once, she increasingly found herself yearning to see you. And yet, you were nowhere to be seen.

When she finally finished work, the sun was already starting to set, the amount of people in the room slowly dwindling down until the only people other than her present were two silvermane-guards standing on each side of the entrance. Only for that to change as well when another voice rang through the hall.

“Would you be so kind and leave the two of us alone for a while?”

By the time Bronya looked up, the two guards were well on their way through the door, and you were coming closer and closer before eventually stopping just a few feet away from the stairs leading up to her desk, a bouquet of Flowers in your hands as you gave her the smile she had missed the entire day.

And before Bronya knew it, she was on her feet and moving towards you as well.

“I’m sorry it took me so long. The Astral Express was nice enough to allow me to go on a small day trip with them”, you apologized before presenting her your gift, the various kinds of flowers she had never seen on Belobog before explaining your motive for leaving better than any words could have done.

“Happy Valentine’s day”, you managed to speak before Bronya gave you an unexpected hug, one you quickly returned.

The two of you remained that way until there was a sudden knock on the door, causing the Supreme Guardian to return to her regular posture in the span of a nanosecond before calling on the person on the other side to enter. Not without whispering a few more words to you however.

“Thank you.”

#hsr bronya #bronya x reader #bronya rand #hsr bronya x reader #hsr seele #seele #seele x reader #hsr seele x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader

[cherrycoloredfaith]

BEAUTIFUL artwork for Kiss Off by my beautiful friend Ashley!!! she's so talented and beautiful thank you SO MUCH for being a part of this @ash-yuh

Kiss Off

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 5

Chapter 4

He left the bar first and set off down the road alone, getting to his car in a matter of minutes. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he needed to breathe again. Driving aimlessly for nearly twenty minutes he realized he was leaving the city, going to the only other place he knew: Munson Construction. The storm clouds in his head that had vanished at the bar returned on the drive. The roads were dark, but the air was clearer out here, and Steve couldn’t get enough of it. The wind wrecked his hair, whipping it around as he took deep breaths. Steve wondered if he should just book it to Hawkins and give up on all this. Wondered if he was ever really meant to leave his hometown. Wondered if he really messed up and should have just married that girl from high school. 

Parking in that same red dirt parking lot, he didn’t ask himself what he was doing because there was no point. He was going to wait it out, stay out of Robin’s hair and give her no reason to worry. Getting out of his car, he headed towards the front to lean on the hood and look out into the surrounding woods that reminded him of home. Except you could see right through them to the street lights beyond the thin cluster of trees. If he was in Hawkins, he could have looked out on a number of lakes within a few miles. Perfectly hidden and perfectly alone. Even out here, he could still hear distant cars from the busy highways, pulling him out of his reveries.

Steve wished he had a pack of cigarettes. Smoking never really tempted Steve until moments like these, where he was alone, searching for some sense of peace.  Pausing, he remembered the key to the clubhouse sitting in his pocket.

Maybe Eddie had some in his locker or office somewhere? Would it hurt to take just one?

Steve tossed his keys in the air, caught them, and thought once again, fuck it, they gave him a key anyway, right?

A single light illuminated the steps going up to the door, the screen door slamming against Steve’s back as he bent to unlock the deadbolt. Once inside, he felt along the wall for a light switch and failed. 

In the dark, his outstretched arms led his way around to the lockers, trying to use what little light came from outside the doorway. The red hard hat was the second locker from the right if his memory served him correctly, so once his hands made contact with the wall of open shelves, he started to rummage. He felt a small, soft cardboard box in the back of the highest shelf, thought, yes, and fumbled to open it in the dark. Just one. 

Steve heard a creak of the floor and his head snapped up, trying to adjust his eyes to the dark hallway beyond that led to Eddie’s office. Nothing but pitch black.

Suddenly, a yell rang out–no, more like a battle cry. The lights came on in a flash, giving Steve just enough time to register the baseball bat swinging for his head. He cowered down, covering his face with his arms as he shut his eyes tight, preparing for the blow. 

When none came, Steve peaked out of one eye at the scene before him. There stood Eddie, in Garfield pajama pants, bat still raised high, and hair coming out of its bindings–a look of utter confusion cast upon his face. 

“Whoa, dude, what the fuck?” Steve exclaimed once he’d found his voice. Is this guy going to kill me?

“Me, what the fuck? No, you, what the fuck?!” Eddie retorted, not moving to lower the bat. He looked from Steve’s face to his hands where he still clung to the pack of smokes. “Did you come all the way out here for those? I could have told you where to get your own. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“No, Eddie, God, I was just–” Steve realized he didn’t have a good explanation for this situation other than the truth. “Look, my roommate needed me out of the apartment for a bit, I was just driving around, looking for somewhere to go and I ended up here.” He shrugged. “And I wanted something to do. What are you doing here?” Steve was pointedly not looking at Eddie’s silly pajama pants. The last thing he needed was to be punched by his boss for laughing at his sleepwear.

“Shit, well, no fucking point now,” Eddie sighed and rested the bat on his shoulder. “I live here, asshole.” 

Steve didn’t know what to say to that, so he picked the first question that popped into his head. “Oh. So… do you normally go to sleep at 10:30 on Friday nights?”

Shutting his eyes, Eddie finally dropped the bat to his side, and Steve could breathe again. When he opened them again, he glared at Steve. “For your information, I was watching a goddamn movie.”

It finally clicked. “Why didn’t you say you lived here before? I thought that was your office,” said Steve, looking towards the dark hallway.

“Because not everyone knows. It was supposed to be a temporary thing, I just didn’t want to stay with Wayne anymore, and it was convenient. I pay him rent, but it’s nothing like what the city would cost me.” He looked defensive. 

Steve just nodded, unsure of what to make of it all. Before he knew it, Eddie had walked back into his office–bedroom– and then returned with one shoe on his foot, the other in his hand, his bat nowhere to be seen. He hopped down the hallway trying to pull the other sneaker on.

“Alright,” said Eddie when he succeeded. “Come on, then.”

Steve didn’t move as he passed by, wafting a soft, sweet scent from his clothes. “Huh?”

“You need to waste some time, let’s waste it.” He was leading Steve through a door he hadn’t noticed before leading out of the kitchen. He grabbed a tin lunchbox as they headed outside. Steve followed as if on autopilot onto a surprisingly cozy, covered back porch, fit with a table, chairs, and even a couch and coffee table that made up for the missing furniture inside. It looked homey. 

Eddie set the box down to plug in some string lights that provided enough illumination for them to see one another. They sat on opposite sides of the couch; once Steve saw Eddie prop up his feet, he did, too, hoping to give any semblance of a relaxed state–when, really, his heart was hammering in his chest. 

When Eddie opened the lunchbox in his lap, Steve immediately got a whiff of what was inside, and he prayed a silent thank you to whatever fates led him here. Eddie looked over at Steve with a grin. “You seemed like you’d need something stronger than those.”

That was the second time Steve forgot about the cigarettes clutched in his palm; he decided to set them down and nod as a sign of his gratitude. 

Then, Eddie started to roll his own joint as if he’d done this a million times. Steve even saw that he had proper rolling papers. He watched him with fascination while Eddie focused on his task. No words were spoken between them, but something about the silence felt comfortable. No, not comfortable, but… anticipating.  Steve stared in awe at how relaxed he was, delicately licking the edge of the paper to hold it closed. Eddie’s hair was almost completely out of the low bun it was in and long strands dangled down, creating a curtain around his eyes. Steve had the urge to brush it aside.

“How’s the sunburn?” Eddie asked. 

“The what?” Steve blinked out of his trance. His heart was pounding. 

“Dude, you’ve got to snap out of it. Did I scare you that bad?” Eddie leaned in, searching Steve’s eyes for something.

“No, no, I’m fine, I swear. Thank you.” What was he thanking him for? Steve was screaming at himself on the inside, begging him to regain his cool. “I’m so sorry–for barging in like this. I can go, you don’t have to let me stay.”

“I know, Steve. It’s cool. To be honest it gets… a little lonely living out here, not being in the city. Your presence is welcomed, for now.” He shot Steve another smile and began to light the end of the joint. Steve starts to wonder if Eddie has already done this once tonight based on his low, honeyed voice, the slightest glaze over his eyes. 

“Where’s Wayne’s?” wondered Steve.

“Closest suburb to the east of here. Not ten minutes down the road when there’s no traffic. I just needed some space to learn how to take care of myself, but still save some money.” He took a drag. “And to smoke without worrying about Mrs. Wheeler next door calling the cops,” he added, chuckling devilishly low as if it was something that actually happened. 

Steve took the pass, inhaling deeply, trying to hide his little coughs. “What movie?” he asked as he stretched his arm back out for Eddie to take the joint from his hands.

Eddie looked over and laughed. “Can you speak more than two words at a time?”

Steve rolled his eyes and snatched his hand back, moving it out of Eddie’s grasp to take another hit. “Fine, fine! I mean, what movie were you watching before I broke into your house?”

“Technically you didn’t break in, you have a key.”

Steve flushed. “That’s another thing to get back to. Are you avoiding the question?”

“Never. I was watching Back to the Future 2,” he said matter-of-factly, chin held high as he took back the joint, fingers brushing Steve’s, sending a shiver up his arm. “Arguably, the superior of the two films. With triple the Michael Fox. ” Eddie looked up at the lights dreamily. 

“Dude, what? You’re lying to me. The original is so much–wait, what?” he asked, caught off guard by Eddie’s last words.

He laughed, “Kidding, Harrington! So far, the original one reigns supreme.” He winked, but his gaze didn’t linger. “That was actually going to be my first time seeing it until…” he gestured to the two of them sitting on the couch. 

The confusion Steve was experiencing at Eddie’s implications caused him to flush again. “Oh,” was all he said in response. Maybe he should ask him if he’s into guys. “So why give out keys to literally your home? Does everyone have them?” Steve screamed at himself in his head. 

“Usually I don’t have to worry about anyone I work with thinking anything valuable is inside. Tonight I was sorely mistaken. And no, not everyone has one, but anyone needs to be able to get in, so…” Eddie shrugged. “It’s worked out for me so far. I keep my room locked too during the day, so don’t get any ideas.” He smiled.

Steve decided not to ask why he received one after his first day, and instead decided to change the subject. “My roommate wouldn’t really have kicked me out herself, but I knew she’d want the place since she was the only one getting lucky tonight.” Oh, God. Why did he have to bring that up?

“Ahhhh, are we in love with said ‘roommate’? Here on a feel-sorry-for-yourself evening escapade?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, peering at Steve through lidded eyes. 

“No. Seriously, it’s not like that. She’s my best friend. We went to this place downtown… near Pennsylvania Avenue,” Steve was cautious with his words, but he couldn’t help it. He had to know. “I forgot the name. Do you know any bars over there?”

Eddie met Steve’s eyes, but his were unreadable. “Yeah, I know of one. Did they play a lot of dream pop?”

“Yes!” Steve exclaimed, trying not to sound too overly excited that Eddie picked up on a similar detail as him. And appeared to have visited the same bar as him. This probably meant he was cool, but he still couldn’t tell anything about him. He should just ask. “Yes, that one. Red door?”

Eddie nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Tell me more about her. Your roommate.”

Steve got lost in talking about his best friend for a moment. He was familiar with giving the usual exposition of how they met working at an ice cream parlor but had gone to school together for years. They were inseparable ever since, up until she graduated and decided to go to college, which Steve hadn’t got in. He was so grateful she was close by, but he always felt that he couldn’t follow. When Robin’s scholarship finally let her live off campus, Steve was elated to come join her somewhere new. 

“So, she’s the whole reason why you're here?” Eddie asked. 

“Kind of. She’s who really got me out of my hometown,” replied Steve, shrugging.

“Hmm, sounds like you might be in love with her…” Eddie repeated. “Why else would you want to move just to work such a shit job with such a shit boss?” He gestured to himself, topped with a sickly sweet smile. 

“Seriously, dude, that ship has sailed. Or never even made it in the water. Or doesn’t even exist. I don’t–I don’t see her like that,” Steve answered, not sure if Eddie could pick up on what he meant. The weed was starting to cause his thoughts to swim around in his head. “This was the only job I got called back for.”

“Oh,” said Eddie. The joint had sat forgotten between his fingers as they spoke. Now, Eddie lit it once more, taking a drag. Instead of turning his head to blow the smoke away from Steve like he had before, he leaned in, locked eyes with him; he blinked slowly as he directed his exhale at Steve’s face in a powerful gust. Steve groaned, made a face and put up his hands, pretending to be bothered by it while his stomach did somersaults; he had to fight to not stare at his lips. “Guess Wayne was desperate, huh?” Eddie kidded.

“Hah, yeah, I guess so,” Steve nervously laughed to shake himself out of the trance Eddie put him in. He knew Eddie was reasonably joking, but it wasn’t far from what Steve suspected was the truth. But speaking the words out into the world of his failures didn’t hurt as much with the weed in his system. It didn’t feel so much his own fault as it was the nature of the outside world. Life outside a small town. Simple truths you learn as you age. Finding a job is hard, being gay is dangerous, etc. 

A quiet silence fell over them as they finished those last puffs of the joint. It was comfortable, but Steve couldn’t help but feel the absence of the words between them. It was nearing midnight according to Eddie’s digital watch on his wrist. Was it really just hours before Steve overheard Eddie complaining about him? Saying he was going to “ruin everything”? 

Steve jostled at the memory, the same concerns from before settling in. He had to ask. 

“Eddie… What happened last summer?” Steve urged. 

Their eyes met again. When did they get so close? Steve could see the expanses of Eddie’s brown eyes. They suddenly darkened, and it was as if Steve was being pulled forward ever so slightly. 

Then, Eddie pulled his legs back, leaned forward, and propped his elbows on his knees, putting distance between them as if nothing had happened. He looked out to the darkness of the woods ahead.

“Nothing that actually concerns you. I’m sorry you heard me yell,” he revealed, defeated and ashamed. “This guy on my crew last year, he caused a lot of problems. Didn’t treat Max well either.”

Steve’s stomach flipped again; so Eddie was referring to him with that outburst. Steve wasn’t sure what this last guy had to do with him. He hadn’t caused any problems like that, right? He barely remembered what he did that day.  Steve paused, taking in the information; he had that same feeling again, that there was more to be said about his guy, but before he could pry further, Eddie interrupted. 

“Anyways, you might want to be heading back before it gets too late. You good to drive? I don’t have anywhere for you to crash,” asked Eddie. 

Taken aback, Steve nodded, feeling dismissed. They stood to walk inside; Steve paused to assess how high he was only to find he was hardly buzzed. He was surprised, certain that he felt so much more a second ago.

Steve couldn’t tell what Eddie was thinking as his face was blank when they walked along a dirt path in the trailer to the front door. Eddie held it open for him as Steve tried to think of something to say.

“Thanks! For hanging out I mean, and the smoke.” Steve hoped he was successful at attempting to sound casual. In return, Eddie gave a familiar grin, nodding once and shutting the door behind him without another word.

Steve stood there for a moment, wondering why bringing up this guy set Eddie off so badly. He wished he could have stayed for longer, but it was getting late. Sighing, Steve brushed off his nerves and walked towards his car to head home. 

As Steve drove that evening, despite abruptly being sent home, he couldn't help but to be hopeful. Steve could drop the whole last summer issue if Eddie could. He imagined himself enjoying himself at work, making Eddie laugh, making him proud. Becoming his friend. Really learning how to do the work. He smiled to himself as he walked up to his apartment. He didn’t even feel so lonely when giggling drifted up from under Robin’s door. Steve went to bed in his new room finally feeling a little at peace. He fell asleep to the image of Eddie’s smile behind his eyes. 

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic #art #kiss off fic #hehehehehhehehehehehe #steddie au

[onceuponastory]

love me, too - sam wilson x reader

I hope we kiss goodnight It might just end my life - kiss goodnight by i don't know how, but they found me

Plot: One night in Delacroix, Y/N and Sam sit together on his sister's porch swing. Sam is preoccupied with Sarah and Bucky’s growing romantic interest in one another… whilst Y/N is preoccupied with her romantic interest in Sam. Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female!Reader. Also hinted Bucky x Sarah (Bucky has a crush). Warnings: A small mention of alcohol, and just a lot of sickly sweet fluff. But as always, if I miss any triggers, let me know. Notes: This is for @flufftober Day 7: Porch Swing. I love writing Sam fluff, he's the best, and I adore this story, so I hope you all love it too! 💖 Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

“Y/N, when are you going to stop torturing yourself?” Bucky asks from beside her as he takes a swig from his beer. Y/N frowns. She went outside to sit on Sarah's porch swing for a moment of relaxation and solitude. She came to Delacroix for a break from the city and to unwind. Of course, seeing Sam, Sarah, Bucky, AJ and Cass was the main reason, but she can see why they love it so much whenever she’s there. It’s so peaceful, and the townspeople are so welcoming. So when Bucky joined her and told her he needed to ask her something, she definitely was not expecting such an intense question to leave his lips.

“Jeez, deep much? And besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“That’s a lie.” Another swig. When Y/N stays silent, Bucky rolls his eyes. “Really? You’re not going to talk now?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She lies again, which Bucky once again picks up on immediately.

“Mhm. Sure. I may be an old man, but I’m not stupid.” He raises a brow, staring at her and just waiting for her to break. When she still doesn’t take the bait, Bucky sighs. “I’m talking about how insanely in love with Sam you are, and how you still haven’t told him yet.” Y/N gasps, swatting at his arm. Bucky may be one of her best friends in the world… but he’s also a complete pain in the ass.

“Shut up!” She hisses. “It’s none of your business when, or even if, I’ll tell him. Besides, did you really come out here just to pester me on my dating life?” Y/N asks. Bucky shakes his head. 

“Nope. Sarah wanted me to ask you if you want some ice cream.” He smiles, and Y/N raises a brow.

“Oh, you wanna talk about my dating life? How about your huge crush on Sarah, lover-boy?” Bucky’s face goes scarlet, and Y/N’s burst of laughter fills the air. “I knew it!” She gasps. “You’re absolutely not one to talk about me not telling Sam. When are you going to tell Sarah?”

“I-I don’t know!” He stammers. “Anytime I go near her, Sam stares daggers at me.” He groans, and Y/N nods. She’s definitely been witness to a few of those looks. If looks could kill, Bucky would be in serious trouble. “Look at us. Best friends, and each in love with one of the Wilsons.” 

“And we’re both terrified to tell them the truth.”

Bucky chuckles. “How about we just both agree to tell them whenever we’re ready? …Whenever the hell that is.” He suggests, and Y/N agrees. “Perfect. I’m gonna head back in, you coming?” Bucky asks, and Y/N shakes her head. 

“I’ll stay here for a bit. See you later.” As Bucky departs, Y/N settles back into her seat, staring out at the sunset, and the sky’s vibrant pink and purple hues. God, it’s so beautiful out here.

For a while, she’s alone with her thoughts, until:

“Hey, you. Buck said you were out here on your own. What’s up?” Sam asks, sitting down beside her. 

“Of course he did. I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

She looks over at Sam, who grins back at her, turning his body to face her. As she wonders what it would be like to be wrapped in his warm embrace, she can already register her heart beating just that little faster. Despite the cooler chill in the air as autumn makes its way in, being with Sam like this makes her feel all warm and cosy inside. Well… that’s how Sam always makes her feel. Initially, she thought you felt this way towards everyone, including friends. But then she realised that nobody else makes her feel so content, or can make her laugh as hard as Sam does. Nobody else would let her call them at all hours of the night for a chat, even if it’s about mindless nonsense. 

Nobody ever cares as much about her as Sam Wilson does. 

And god, she loves him so much.

“Hey yourself. I could ask you the same question, you know.” Sam chuckles, a classic Sam Wilson smile that sends her heart into a flutter. She hopes his reply is something like: 

“I just wanted to see you.” or “I have to tell you something.” Unfortunately though, it’s not that. “Oh my god, I just had to get away from my sister and Bucky flirting with one another. It’s driving me insane.” Y/N rolls her eyes, suppressing a groan. Here it comes.

Ever since she arrived, Sam has been complaining about Bucky's crush on Sarah, and Sarah's reciprocated feelings for him. And since he can’t take his frustrations out on either of them, he's dumping it all on her. Of course, she understands he just wants to protect his sister, and despite knowing Bucky’s a good guy, it’s natural to worry. At first, she was thankful for his complaining, since it gave her a chance to think about something that wasn’t her crush on Sam. Now, though, it’s driving her crazy.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah.” she murmurs, and Sam raises a brow. 

“You sure? You look….” He murmurs, and she rolls her eyes.

“Well Sam, there’s only so many times you can hear about Bucky and Sarah staring at each other.” She points out, and he nods.

“I know, I know.” His words make Y/N breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, it's over. Until: “I just don’t get it! Like what could she possibly see in-“

“Oh my god, Sam, please stop.” She groans, leaning against the back of the swing.

“But- “

“No! That’s all I’ve had to put up with since I got here!” She exclaims. “And I understand you’re nervous, but Bucky’s a great guy and Sarah will be fine. She's raising those two boys by herself, I think she can handle your best friend.” In hindsight, she should’ve calmed down and thought about what she was going to say next. But after spending so long bottling things up, she’s ready to erupt. “This was supposed to be a relaxing trip, and I wanted to tell you how I feel about you!”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, his brow raised and his voice suddenly more serious.

“I was going to tell you I love you!” She gasps. Her admission shocks them both, and her eyes widen. “Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh, fuck.” 

“Oh. Oh.” Sam murmurs. The embarrassment comes then, almost drowning her under its weight. It’s too late to turn back now, to protect her heart before it shatters completely.

So, since she’s already digging herself a giant hole, she might as well keep going.

 “Fuck, Sam, I have been in love with you for… to be honest, I lost count.” She chuckles awkwardly. Sam doesn’t laugh. Or smile. He just stares at her, which makes Y/N’s anxiety kick into overdrive. “I don’t mind if you don’t feel the same.” She lies. Honestly, it would tear her apart, to give so much of her heart to one person, her favourite person in the entire world, and receive nothing in return. “I just couldn’t go another day without telling you.”

“Y/N.” Sam speaks, his voice a lot softer now. He scoots closer, so much so their bodies are almost touching. “I’m sorry.” And then, Y/N truly wants the ground to swallow her whole. She tries to stand up, ready to leave and to forget this ever happened… until: “I wasn’t finished.” Sam chuckles. He takes a deep breath. “I was going to say I’m sorry for being so focused on my feelings and not paying attention to you.” He finds her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Y/N feels the warmth radiating from his touch, and she slowly starts to calm down. “And I’m sorry for being an idiot.” He continues, and she raises a brow.

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t tell you how I feel about you.” He answers, and her mouth drops open. Sam leans in, cupping her cheek. “I love you so much. You’re the most gorgeous woman I know, and I’m so glad you love me, too. Although, I don’t think anyone could love you as much as I love you.” A deep heat settles on her cheeks, and Sam chuckles. “Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

“I really want you to kiss me, too.” Smiling, Sam leans in close, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It’s perfect, like one of those rom-com kisses where the music reaches a crescendo and you feel it throughout your entire body. It’s better than anything she’d wished for. 

They sit there for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other’s embrace. Watching as the sun disappears below the horizon, and as the stars and moon appear. “I love you, you know that?” Sam asks, and Y/N giggles.

“Yeah, I think you mentioned that once or twice.” But she still can’t stop grinning like a fool. A total, lovesick fool. Sam kisses her temple.

“Well, you better get used to hearing it more and more, because I’ll never let you forget it.”

“Good.” She smiles, leaning in for another kiss.

“I am sorry for being a pain in the ass, though.” Sam repeats, and Y/N chuckles.

“You don’t need to be sorry. You’ve more than made up for it anyway.” She grins, raising a brow, and Sam kisses her temple.

“Did I ever tell you I love you?”

“Once or twice, yeah.” She giggles, and Sam grins. 

“Well, I’m going to keep telling you. Because I do love you Y/N, and I never want you to forget that.” Y/N smiles, pecking his lips. 

“I could never forget you, Sam. You’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” She teases, and Sam’s grin grows even wider.

“Sounds perfect.” He smirks, leaning in once more.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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[bumblesimagines]

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

- Patrick Blanco Commerford

i lied and told them we were dating.

you crossed a line.

we don't pick and choose who we fall in love with.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

If Patrick has a million haters I'm one of them. If he has one hater it's me. If he has 0 haters I have died. If the world is against Patrick I am with the world, if the world is for Patrick I am against the world.

"Is it just me or does it feel like Ari thinks she can kill me with her eyes?" (Y/N) quietly asked Ander, his attention focused on the chips bag being slowly pushed out of its line. The vending machine whirred softly and stopped once the chips thumped softly at the bottom. Ander snorted softly, placing his hand on his back and rubbing his palm up and down his spine as (Y/N) leaned down to grab the chips. He took a quick glance in the direction of the short girl and chuckled.

"What'd you do this time?" Ander asked, dropping his head and slipping in front of him to insert a dollar into the machine. (Y/N) scoffed, opening the bag and dipping his hand inside to tug free one of the salty chips. He bit down on one with a loud crunch and spared the brunette a glance, finding her narrowed eyes locked on him. 

"Nothing, I swear. I've been an angel since Carla left. I promised her I'd stay out of trouble."

"I don't believe for a second the (Y/N) Rosón Caleruega has been acting like an 'angel'. A hellspawn, maybe, but an angel? I'll believe it when I see it." Ander snickered softly when (Y/N) lightly punched the back of his shoulder, casting his friend a teasing grin before scooping up the chocolate bar he'd paid for. A chair lightly scraped and pulled their attention back onto the girl, a sharp whistle leaving Ander when she walked toward them. "Good luck with that," Ander whispered, patting his shoulder sympathetically and slipping away to find his boyfriend.

"(Y/N)." Ari greeted through gritted teeth, her arms folding over her stomach and her hip slightly jutting out to the side. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" (Y/N) tilted his head, sticking the bag out in her direction but she crinkled her nose and waved him off. Ari sighed and took a step closer to him, reaching out and fixing his uniform's tie with a sugary sweet smile. What had he done to piss her off? Had he shit-talked her father within earshot again? Ah, shit. He probably had.

"You're lucky I've been in a good mood recently, sweetheart, otherwise I might've told Patrick I saw you cozying up to the janitor the other night. I don't like people hurting my family, (Y/N). I won't stand for it. Get it together or next time I'll go straight to Pat and tell him." Ari adjusted his coat next, smoothing out the wrinkles before dropping her hands to her sides and arching a brow at him. "Got it?"

"What are you talking about, Ari? The janitor? Cayetana? She's my friend, and what I do with my friends is none of your brother's business." 

"None of his business?" She repeated, her brows lifting high. "Of course, it's his business what his boyfriend does! And if I were him, I'd never leave you alone in a room with that girl."

"Boyfr-" (Y/N) clamped his mouth shut, staring at the girl as if she'd grown two more heads. He couldn't help the laugh the bubbled up, partly amused but mostly shocked. Ari scoffed at his laughter and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel and strutting away with quiet muttering. He watched her sit back down in her seat and continue eating her lunch as her words finally settled in. That son of a bitch. His jaw clenched and he found his appetite for a snack gone, irritation rolling over him like a wave. 

Leaving the cafeteria and heading down the hallway, he made eye contact with a puzzle Guzman. The boy opened his mouth to speak but (Y/N) simply pressed the bag against his chest, barely checking to see if he had a hold on them before releasing his grip and turning the corner, heading right for the lockerroom and showers where he knew Patrick would be after gym class. He threw the door open, the sound of it causing many of the guys changing to flinch or curse in surprise. They only took one look at him before scurrying to get the rest of their clothes on, some still dripping with water as they quickly left the locker room. Patrick slowly rubbed a towel into his drenched hair, his eyes flickering between the door and his face. 

"What's wrong?"

"Why is your sister saying I'm your boyfriend?" He almost snapped at him, teeth grinding together when Patrick's eyes widened with realization. He cursed softly under his breath, eyes squeezing shut and a heavy sigh escaping him. "You crossed a line. I told you we were just hooking up, nothing more, nothing less."

"Let me explain, (Y/N). Last Friday, Benjamín saw when I kissed you in the parking lot and he- he asked about it, about us, and Ari overheard so then she started asking and- and I panicked, okay? I lied and told them we were dating." Patrick explained, voice stammering as he crossed the distance. He raised his hands toward (Y/N)'s face but the teen tilted his head away, leaving Patrick to drop his arms in defeat. "It's fine, (Y/N). We're both single, aren't we? What's the harm in a little lie?"

"A little lie would be saying that it was just a dare or a challenge. A little lie would be saying that he must've seen wrong, that he was mistaken." (Y/N) crossed his arms and leaned against the locker behind him, his narrowed eyes digging into Patrick. "You can't lie about being in a relationship with someone, Patrick. People ask questions, they notice shit. Ari thought I was 'cheating' on you or planning to with Cayetana."

"What- What would make her think that?" Patrick's brows furrowed, taking a step back to rummage through his locker and begin getting dressed. 

"It doesn't matter what she thinks she saw, what matters is why she felt like she needed to confront me about it. She's your sister, I get it. Carla would've done the same if she thought I was getting cheated on. Hell, she might've done worse. And that's exactly why I don't need your sisters or your asshole dad getting into my business. We're not together. Tell them or I will." 

Patrick's lips pursed and he inhaled heavily through his nose, tugging up his briefs and slipping on the button-up before he turned to face him. "Why does it bother you so much? We could be together, don't you think? We have the same friends, we go to the same clubs, our parents would get along. We'd be perfect. Besides... no offense but a girl like Cayetana would only hurt your family's reputation, no?" 

The audacity of the Blancos was astonishing, admirable even. (Y/N) snorted, and then laughed, lifting a hand to his face to rub his forehead as more laughter shook his shoulders. "Oh, Patrick.." He sighed and dropped his hand, lips curled upward. "Don't tell me you caught feelings." 

"So what if I did? We don't pick and choose who we fall in love with." 

"Love? You think you're in love with me? Look, I get it. My family comes from money, we own a fancy winery, and everyone likes to call me Marquess. Your daddy probably gave his approval 'cause he thinks he'll be set for life if we're together. Obviously we're compatible when it comes to sex so you think that means we're perfect for each other." (Y/N) dropped his arms and took slow steps forward until he stood in front of Patrick, his hands lifting to grab Patrick's jaw and hold it. "And maybe it would make sense for us to be together. But I'd have to love you for it to work, and I don't even like you. You're whiny, spoiled, demanding and you can't take no for an answer. You're like a damn leech who won't quit. The only reason I even paid attention to you was because you wouldn't leave Ander alone, even after he told you he wanted nothing to do with you." 

Patrick's jaw clenched under his fingertips, his bright blue eyes igniting. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you don't feel anything-"

"You're boring me with this love bullshit, Patrick. I don't like being bored. If you knew anything about me, you'd know you're not the type I go for. Marina, Valerio... they're nothing like you... they're more like your sister, Mencia, actually. If only she weren't so interested in Rebeka... it would've been fun playing with her instead." (Y/N) tightened his grip on his jaw, feeling Patrick tense. A flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes. "She's persistent but at least she knows when to back off. All you know how to do is throw yourself at people until they're forced to give you what you want. It's pathetic, honestly, but at least it's funny to watch."

"(Y/N)," Guzman's familiar voice echoed through the empty locker room followed by a sharp whistle to fully get his attention. (Y/N) craned his head to look back at him, watching him nod toward the doors. "Come on, leave him. You made your point." 

Releasing Patrick, (Y/N) backed off and headed toward the dirty blonde, slinging one arm around his waist casually. Guzman sent him a disapproving look as he slipped his arm around his shoulder but (Y/N) tilted his head back to look at Patrick with a grin. "See you in class, Pat. Might want to take care of your little friend downstairs first, though." He laughed and let Guzman drag him out of the room.

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[evita-shelby]

The Ghost of New Year's Past

Or Polly decided to pop in and now its about Tommy & Diane(oc child) & ghost!Polly who has unfinished business.

Cw: Tommy’s canon depression and guilt over Polly’s death and baby's first contact with the dead(applies to both Tom and Diane)

Could be read as witch!Reader being Tommy’s wife or Eva since no name is mentioned.

He can’t bring himself to drink anymore.

He died that night on the field because in his heart he knew Polly had died because of him.

He sees her and hears her amongst his family as they celebrate the new year and Tommy leaves before it becomes too much.

Tommy has no idea where he is going when he passes by the children’s rooms and hears his eldest daughter, Diane, whispering to someone.

The children had been allowed to stay as late as they wanted but most had already been put to bed by now. In fact he’d personally tucked his little witch into her pink bed and kissed her goodnight hours ago.

“Can I tell daddy you’re here?” the little girl asks as her excitement has her talking just loud enough for him to hear her as he stops at her door.

Tommy cannot guess who would be here with Di, but none of them would be a good idea even if they were harmless little girls. Allie Solomons, Bianca Sabini, Janey Dogs, the little Gold girl who hates him for Aberama’s death, that friend of hers from school, the list goes on as Diane is ---unfortunately--- everyone’s friend.

“Di, sweetheart, I thought you said you were tired.” He comes in to find her sitting on her little table alone with biscuits and cake that she’d somehow gotten downstairs. He knew it was a bad idea to let her learn ballet, now the little witch moved as silently as she got up to mischief.

A trait she inherited from both him and his wife.

There is flash of light ivory satin on the bed in the corner of his eye, perhaps a dress or shawl Diane had taken out to play, but the room is otherwise empty.

“I was, but Aunt Polly came in and I asked her to stay.” The little girl with blue and brown eyes smiles widely and looks at the bed and he follows her line of sight. “She says she can’t have cake and biscuits because ghosts don’t need food like we do.”

“Hello, Thomas, did you miss me?” the ghost of his aunt sits there on the pink bed in the French dress his grandma stole, smoking a cigarette as if nothing had changed.

As if he hadn’t killed her and Barney and Aberama a year ago today.

“How?” he asks doing his best not to panic but feeling every hair on the back of neck rise in fear.

“Hmm, even with a witch for a wife you still do not believe we have magic in our blood.” Polly smiles and gestures him to sit on the bed.

“See I told you he wouldn’t believe it even if he saw me.” She turned to his daughter who tries to calm him with her small doll like hand in his.

“It’s okay, daddy, it’s just Aunt Polly.”

He can’t speak, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his head spins. Tommy has never fainted in his life and now he tries to hold into something as he feels light-headed.

“And your dear old mummy thought none of you inherited her gifts.” The ghost woman chuckled but refused to touch him.

“How?” he asks again as he shut his eyes and hears Diane leave him alone here with whatever Polly is now.

“Our magical blood allows me to visit those with our gifts and sweet little Di is the most magical of all.” His aunt, his second closest confidant explained. “and I cannot ascend as I have unfinished business, dear nephew of mine.”

“What do you need to pass on?” he asks thinking perhaps if he helps her pass over to the other side he will have peace.

“I need you to swear you won’t kill my son. Even if my Michael believes you killed me, I need you to show him mercy and kill the fucking people who did.”

But that includes me, Pol, he wants to say.

“That is the guilt speaking, Tom. You didn’t kill us, or me least of all. Swing just knows how to get under your skin.” She reads minds now, but Polly always knew him better than he knew himself. “So, Thomas Shelby, do I have your word?”

“Will you never come back if he says yes?” Diane asked with a quivering lip from the door, she’d not left as he thought she did.

“No, sweetheart, I can’t leave until the bad people are gone. And when I go to heaven I will come every All Soul's Day.” The ghost answered softly and the girl calmed down long enough to rejoin them on her bed.

“So, Thomas Shelby, do you promise to do as I asked?” she turned to him again, a bit sterner somewhat impatient as they hear Arthur and John coming up with John’s children.

“Yes, Pol, you have my word.”

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[tihgnari]

ꕤ 05. nice meeting you

tw: none / wc: 1k

"ah shit," you mutter below your breath as you stand by the threshold, staring at ayaka's figure walking down the hallway. you would've barreled down after her if you weren't so hyper aware of her older brother's presence sitting cross-legged on one end of the couch, scrolling through his phone.

his indifference makes you want to crawl inside a dark hole. maybe he's heard all the hushed "don't leave me alone with him!" and "it'll be awkward!" lines you said to ayaka no matter how much you tried to keep your voice down.

well, you sure hope he didn't.

you purse your lips, trying to hype yourself up and giving yourself a mini pep talk before you gently shut his apartment door close. this'll be okay. it'll be fine. it was just one kiss. we were both drunk and he was probably too tired yesterday to even remember me, right?

as soon as you step into the living room, ayato turns his head towards you with a small smile on his face. he pockets his phone.

"i'm guessing ayaka went down for the pizza?" you nod. he hums thoughtfully. "well, you're our guest, after all. it'll be improper to make you fetch it yourself."

you settle on the other end of a couch, sitting an arm's length away from him, completely unlike last night where personal space was a concept you both didn't know–thighs touching, his hands on your jaw, your arms around his neck, and your lips–

whether or not ayato remembers, you can't say. his face is too unreadable. are all business students this way?

silence slowly engulfed you both.

what should you say? what should you talk about? the weather? now, that's too cliché. what's his major? what's his year? but ayaka told you all those things already. is it hard being the prestigious and ever powerful kamisato group's heir? ah, that's a tad too personal, isn't it?

oh. right. you can just introduce yourself!

"uhm, nice to meet you. i'm yn."

"ayato," he offered you a hand to shake, and you took it, butterflies fluttering around your stomach over how soft and big his hand was compared to yours. "uh, this may sound weird but… have we met before?"

OH, FUCK. ABORT MISSION!

"n–o?" your voice cracks. you clear your throat. "no? haha, i don't think we have?"

"oh, i'm sorry! it must still be jet lag…"

he laughs and you swear to become a good person until the day you die if it means rising to heaven because you know for sure that's the sound one hears when you enter god's promised land.

"nah, don't worry about it! i get that quite a lot. i guess that's what happens when you have a generic face haha."

ayato opens his mouth as if wanting to say something before eventually shutting it close again.

"so, yn," hot damn he sounds so perfect when saying my name. "i heard you're part of the student council, right? what's your position then?"

any position you want.

you want to scream.

"i'm, uh, their s–secretary."

"i see. ever since ayaka became president?"

"yup. so it's been… almost two years? the students seem to be fond of ayaka. she got re-elected and won as president again this year," you steal a glance, only to quickly look away when you find his eyes already on you. "i'm just lucky i got appointed."

"quite fascinating, really."

your brows unconsciously furrow. is he somehow implying that you don't deserve the position or something? its 'fascinating' that you got appointed?

as if reading your thoughts, ayato suddenly turns to you with widened eyes.

"oh, no! i'm not implying anything negative about my sister appointing you or anything. i mean it's fascinating that in other universities–like the one i previously went to for the exchange program–vote for the whole council selectively. meanwhile here, they just vote for the president and let them choose the rest of their council."

"do you want to know a secret?" you smile. "it wasn't actually always like that. i heard the deans agreed to make it this way five years ago when the pres and vp got into this huge fight. they say it was inevitable considering they hated each other and it kinda sorta maybe led to the doom of their whole council? it was crazy and…" you stop, feeling your cheeks heat up. "i'm sorry, i was rambling."

he laughs and you can't help but stare. "hey, i mean as long as you're letting me in on the gossip, right?"

ayaka finally arrives with her hands filled with two boxes of pizza, placing them down on the coffee table. as she flipped the top open ayato receives a phone call and quickly makes his way to the front door.

"yeah, okay… no, i still know where that is… i'll meet you at the entrance? alright, see you there."

only now did you notice he's dressed to go outside. with an all-black ensemble of a turtle neck paired with an unzipped fur hoodie that probably costs more than your total living expenses over the past three years of being a college student–if the subtle louis vuitton monogram all over the fabric was anything to go by.

"you're leaving?" ayaka asks before taking a bite of the pizza, looking over her shoulder.

ayato nods, eyes busy typing messages on his phone. "yeah. childe invited me to go bar hopping with him, kaeya, and itto. do you still have the keys for the lexus?"

aw, he's leaving already?

you see the incredulous look on ayaka's face before throwing the car keys over to him and ayato caught it effortlessly.

"thanks."

"why not bring that new ride instead?" she asks.

"well, i think i wanna put that new mclaren on display for a little while longer. anyway, feel free to take whatever car you want as a ride home."

ayaka rolls her eyes and you would've thought she was annoyed if it hadn't been for the amused smile on her face.

"alriiight, whatever. just be home at 12am."

"great work, sis, you're starting to sound more like mom," he grimaces, turning around to slip on his shoes by the front door.

ayato stops halfway, as if he had forgotten something, before turning around, eyes meeting yours and for some reason, you can't avert it.

maybe it had been a trick of the light but he looked pleased to finally catch and hold your gaze.

"it was nice meeting you, yn."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — here's a picture of ayato's jacket btw

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#genshin imagines #ayato kamisato imagines #kamisato ayato smau #genshin smau #genshinimpact smau #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato kamisato x y/n #ayato kamisato x you

[jamespotterthefirst]

Fearless (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, Year 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 850 Rating/ Warning: Teen/ Mentions of mental health

Premise: The effects of the attack become harder to ignore when she succumbs to a panic attack. 

Note: Hurt/Comfort 

Lilac's hands shake as she struggles with the cuff. In the midst of the chaos shattering within her, she notes how pale her skin looks, almost ghostly. The frenetic drumming of her heart reclaims her attention, thundering so fiercely against her ribcage that she is convinced its beats are numbered.

“Fuck!”

Numb fingers drop the blood pressure cuff.

Calm down.

Weak knees finally give out and Lilac barely feels the hardwood floor against her knees.

Breathe.

Breathing hurts. Breathing feels like a lungful of ice. A breath is akin to setting her insides on fire.

The bedroom spins around her.

Her heart is relentless, violently beating against her throat.

Beat, beat, beat…

It won't stop.

Beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat, beat.

Each one faster than the last.

Heart attack?

The drumming is all she hears.

Stroke?

It tries to keep her alive.

Asphyxia.

It tries to kill her.

“Fucking—”

The words cut off in a strangled sob. She is destined for that hospital bed again. Her fate is to die there.

Tears burn her skin as they fall. Each breath is a terrified wheeze.

“Lilac?”

Strong hands guide her up, anchoring arms and warm chest steadying her.

“Breathe,” his rich voice instructs. It's like a distant echo, a faraway light piercing the darkness.

“Ethan,” she breathes. “Something is wrong.”

“Focus on the present, Lilac.”

Danny and Bobby are on the linoleum floor, gasping. Her own lungs scream for air.

Rafael is on his hospital bed, his eyes closed. Lilac shuts her eyes tight but it feels like broken glass prickling her lids.

The silent killer courses through her as she stares at a plastic cover. A cold, desolate hospital room will be the last thing she sees before she dies. She's going to die alone.

“I'm here,” Ethan says. “You're safe, Lilac. Remember that and breathe. You're safe.”

“I'm dying, Ethan,” she tells him, panicked. “My blood pressure... My heart—”

Lilac breaks off, feeling her pulse rise like the slashing of a violent storm.

“Focus on my voice, Lilac. Breathe in and out slowly. Take your time.”

Breathing is agony but his voice guides her. Very carefully, she inhales a breath, terrified of the pain… except there is no pain. Just the beating of her terrified heart. The air leaves her in a shaky sigh.

“Concentrate on what you can feel and see. Bring your mind back to this moment right here.”

Unyielding, cold hardwood against her knees, cooling her sizzling skin. 

The soft, thick wool of his favorite knit sweater. 

Ethan's concerned face as the fog clears, blue eyes assessing her with the diligence of a doctor and all the love of a partner.

More air fills her lungs, her pulse steadying as it leaves her.

“That's it,” he encourages. “Take a few more deep breaths, Lilac.”

After a few more minutes, the thunder of her heart recedes and she can hear the busy Boston street in the distance once again. Lilac closes her eyes, the relief weakening her knees almost as much as the panic had. Ethan's arms anchor her in place.

“Better?” he asks quietly.

Eyes still closed, she nods.

“Better,” she assures him in a whisper.

“You're safe.”

The words, uttered like a promise for the third time that evening, make her feel weightless.

“I know that,” she says, opening her eyes. “Logically and medically, I know that but when a panic attack happens I—”

Her throat clamps up painfully. It takes all the strength in her weak body to keep the tears at bay. Ethan notices.

“Shhh,” he comforts her, pulling her close. “None of this is your fault, Lilac.”

At that, she cries, giving up the fight with a tearful little sob. It's not the words that make her crumble but the resolute conviction in his voice.

“I just hate feeling this way,” she cries softly. “My mind is always reliving the attack, thinking of the many things I could've done differently. Or fearing that the toxin could still somehow be in my body, even though I'm a doctor and I know that's not true. I hate feeling this scared and weak.”

Gently, Ethan pulls back to look her in the eye.

“You're not weak,” he tells her firmly, the truth shining in those blue eyes. “You're the bravest person I know.”

His lips against her forehead punctuate the proclamation, so delicate and tender that Lilac sways briefly on her feet. They fill her with newfound courage, inspiring her to face the undeniable truth— the same she had been running from since the attack.

“I want to see someone about this.”

Ethan contemplates her for the briefest of moments and then, he nods.

“I'm in contact with many outstanding colleagues who can help us. There are some I admire who would provide the best care.”

Lilac only nods.

“Thank you.”

“It's no problem. I can email them right now.”

She grips his hand.

“Not just for that. Thank you for being here.”

Ethan pauses only to push a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.

“No need to thank me, Lilac. I'm here for you. I always will be.”

Note and disclaimer: This is based solely on my own experience with anxiety, panic attacks, and PTSD. 

Thank you so much for reading!

PS.  After this, I hope to write some holiday content. Wish me luck!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

[jjenjoyer]

hope is a dangerous thing - jj maybank

summary: jj maybank hates the new girl in town.

playlist:

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it - lana del rey

fuck it i love you - lana del rey

warnings: mentions of violence, language

[jj's pov]

[896 words]

i first saw her out on the waves during hurricane Agatha. stupid mystery girl, surfing the surge like its nothing, as if she couldn't get wiped out with one wrong move. what a poser.

i hate her.

great, she's in my class too. pink really isn't her colour, and that cardigan seems way too hot for the outer banks, what on earth is she thinking? really dumb outfit choice. i'm glad that she didn't sit next to me, thanks a ton mr. sunn.

i hate her, and her ugly pink cardigan.

oh, just excellent! thank you so much kiara, how lovely of you to invite my mortal enemy to party with the pogues at the boneyard tonight. i bet she can't even hold her liquor.

i really hate her. she seems fake, nobody is that nice.

speak of the devil. at least this time she's wearing something decent, but it looks shit on her. i can't believe she's had 4 beers already and still doesn't look tipsy.

i cannot stand her.

oh great, she's walking up to me. whatever god is out there, what did i do to deserve this? fuck you, honestly. her voice is sickeningly sweet, but kinda raspy, like textured honey. ew. at least she brought me a beer. i don't like her freckles.

i don't want to be around her.

she's getting on with the pogues alarmingly well. this is not looking good... ohhhh no, john b, why would you invite her to hang with us at the chateau tomorrow?! i bet she's a slob.

she better not try to talk to me. i don't think i can handle that.

...why is that kook staring at her like that. he looks like a starving wolf, practically violating her with his eyes. she's not even all that great to look at, but still, that's not gonna happen on my watch.

i hate that i'm starting a fight for no reason, its none of my business but oh well, too late to back out now.

why is she drawing stars around my bruised knuckles. and why is she concentrating so hard, holding my hand with an unbearable softness, her tongue sticking out comically, like some cartoon character. how did i even get here. fuck.

i don't like her...

her bubbly laugh when i crack a joke is so annoying, making me feel all gross inside. i wish she would shut up so i can get it out of my head, although i doubt i could if i tried.

fuck.

i can barely hold the soft, yet intense gaze of her massive e/c eyes. she looks like a bug, i really want to squish her. maybe then i would stop feeling like this. i don't know why she's so persistent even though i'm clearly showing no interest.

i really hope she doesn't see through me.

ah great, i'm sick. thankfully the pogues are going fishing today, and taking whats-her-name with them. i need some time alone with my thoughts, although i'm not sure if i can handle them. someone's knocking on the door, maybe john b forgot something.

"its open!" i manage to croak out.

oh no. no no no no no please not her. anybody but her. goddamn it.

"hey, jj, um- if you tell me to i'll leave, but i heard you were sick, and thought i could help-- my mom's a nurse, so i know a thing or two-"

"i don't want your help. go have fun. i know you don't want to be here, plus you'll get sick too." why the fuck does she care about me. she shouldn't.

"i do, and i'll take that risk. plus i don't really wanna get sunburnt, my outfit isn't really suitable for the situation."

she's right, it definitely isn't. that flowy off-shoulder crop-top and embroidered jean shorts are way too flattering, and its not looking good for me.

i hate that she cares, its not helping my situation.

the way she looks after me makes me want to scream at her. why the fuck is she so gentle with me when i don't deserve even a sliver of it?

i hate to admit it, but she's been pretty decent company today. we got to know each other, and the fact that she fits all my criteria for 'ideal type' makes me want to die, because there's no way it'll actually happen, right? she's way too good for someone like me.

who am i kidding, i don't hate her. in fact-

"hey jj? you with me, man?"

"uh yeah- sorry, what were you saying?"

"why do you hate me so much?"

oh, dear...

"you're too perfect for your own good. it's killing me, knowing that acknowledging my feelings will only end in disaster, because i am the last person to deserve you. so no, y/n i don't hate you. although i really, really fucking wish i did."

her shocked expression confirms my opinion, i bet she's gonna sprint out of here in-

lips. my lips are touching something. what the fuck is going on. fuck, she tastes like lemon ice cream, do you even get that in obx? fuck if i know. goddamn.

so, as i was saying, i do not, in fact, hate y/n l/n. as a matter of fact, it is the exact opposite.

i am an absolute goner.

a/n: this is so trash lol yall should see my old stuff, idk what happened to my quality of writing, academic burnout is my biggest suspect tho >:/

#jj maybank #jj obx #jj obx fanfic #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #jj obx imagine #outer banks fanfic #jj fanfiction

[gayforyourmum2]

Fandom: X-Men

Summary: Peter Maximoff and Y/n goes on a mission together, what happens when they run into a mysterious creature and someone gets sent to the hospital?

Warnings: Almost kidnapping, hospital

Words: 1419

Author Speaks: Its been forever since I have posted but here you go.

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"Everyone suit up, we leave in 20 minutes." Professor X says to all the X-men.

"When do we ever get a break," Y/n said to Jean, who she was standing next to, arms crossed. They both turned to go and get changed into their suits so they could get on the plane.

"I know right, like we were just on one yesterday to help rescue those poor mutants who almost got killed," Jean replied.

"I know. I have to say though, that one really struck a cord in my heart."

"Oh yeah, I forgot man, at least your not alone anymore," Jean said, trying and failing at being comforting, and patted Y/n on the back and went to her room to get changed.

-3336

When Y/n was 15, she didn't know she was a mutant, and her parents were heavily anti-mutant towards all the mutants all because they were different. Y/n thought that was just straight-up rude but she had to go along with it otherwise she would get kicked out and she would've had nowhere to go. One day when Y/n was walking home by herself, she was almost pulled into a van, and she was almost kidnapped. Y/n put her hands in the air to try to somehow save herself, and her unknown powers pushed the kidnappers away and knocked them unconscious onto the ground. That was how she discovered she was a mutant who could control the air around her. Unbenounced to Y/n her mother was watering the plants in their front yard and saw everything that happened. Her mother didn't care that Y/n didn't know she was a mutant, her mother didn't care if she was almost kidnapped. Her mother hated her, all because she was different. Y/n was kicked out of the house, with nothing.

She was alone wandering on the streets for almost a year before professor X found her and she was brought to the school. She then soon became an X-men after she fully figured out her powers.

-

Y/n put on her suit, after a bit of struggle, and walked towards the plane, where surprisingly only Peter Maximoff, or Quicksilver was waiting.

"Surprised you were the first one ready," Y/n said to Peter, standing next to him, waiting for everyone else to get ready. "You usually just wait till everyone is waiting on you then you got ready." Peter smacked his hand towards his chest.

"Oh, how you hurt me Y/n," Peter said sarcastically, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Y/n felt a little blood rushing toward her cheek, She was blushing ever so slightly. Y/n had liked that man since she first came to the school. He was her first friend, and over time feelings had grown. Y/n felt dumb for having them, but she couldn't control them, and she hated that.

"Shut up silver," Y/n said elbowing him in the ribs. Peter made a pouty face, but they were interrupted by a cough, that came from none other than Jean.

"Sorry to interrupt your flirting session but you can get on the plane now," Jean said, walking onto the plane herself. Peter and Y/n started walking on the plane, with his arm still over her shoulder. Once they fully entered they realised that the rest of the X-men were already on the plane.

"When did you guys get here?" Peter asked.

"While you guys were busy flirting." Raven also known as Mystique replied in her sassy tone.

"Oops." Y/n replied while walking towards her spot next to Jean.

"When are you guys going to finally get together," Jean whispered in her ear. Y/n blushed at the thought of her and Peter getting together.

"You know he doesn't like me," Y/n replied back while buckling herself in her seat and getting comfortable.

"You are so blind man," Jean said, rolling her eyes.

-

They had finally landed in a weird deserted area after 3 hours. There were abanded buildings and houses. Y/n thought that it looked so cool.

"Everyone split up with your mission partners and scour the area. We are looking for two mutants who are living here. They are a threat, they don't know how to control their powers and they will most likely be scared of you, so be careful. Oh and Y/n and Peter, please focus on the task and don't flirt, otherwise I will have to change your mission partners." Professor X said to the crowd while looking at the pair. Everyone besides Peter and Y/n was laughing, they were just a blushing mess.

"Okay um, let's go this way now. Bye, everyone." Y/n said, slightly embarrassed.

"This looks really cool," Peter said while zooming off looking at anything that caught his eye.

"Dude, stop. We're meant to be finding these kids and helping them remember. Not whatever you're doing." Y/n said, slightly laughing at Peter. "Wait, silver, I think I found someone," Y/n said while looking at a figure in a small building window.

"Where?" Peter asked, zooming back next to Y/n.

"In that house over there," Y/n said pointing to what looked like it used to be a cottage house. Peter zoomed off into the building. "What do you see?" She yelled. Peter ran back.

"We have to go now. That thing you saw, whatever it is, it is not human. It looked more like a scaly slimy dog. Creepy but we need to leave." Peter quickly spoke.

"Oh, my god. That sounds terrifying. Let's leave and tell the team." They started walking off when there was a rustling sound in the leaves. "What's that?" Y/n said, turning around to find out what it was. She was greeted by the terrifying creature. Then, everything went black.

-

Beeping was all she could hear. It was starting to annoy her. She went and reached to her side table to turn off what she thought was her alarm, when instead she was greeted with a head.

What the" She said, opening her eyes. She saw she was in a hospital, and the person's head that her hand was now on was Peters. He was asleep. He slowlystirredd awake and she removed her arm.

"Hey you're awake, are you okay?" Peter asked, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah, why am I here?" Y/n asked, not remembering anything that happened since before she got on the plane.

"When we were on a mission to help rescue some more kids, we ran into this weird creature thing that was definitely not from earth, it looked like a weird dog-type thing, and it attacked you. You lost a lot of blood but the doctor said that you would be fine. I didn't know whether to believe her on not because I was so worried about you." Peter said, with small tears in his eyes, reaching up to grab Y/n's hand.

"Wow. I can't believe I don't remember that." Y/n said astonished.

"The doctor said that would happen," Peter replied, contemplating whether to say what he wanted to say.

"Y/n, I have to tell you something. In light of recent events, I realized that life is short, even though you're the one in the hospital bed. I still realized it. And I realized that if I don't tell you this soon, then maybe one day it will be too late and I will regret it for the rest of my life, and even the afterlife. Y/n, I think that you are the most gorgeous and smartest girl in the world. You are always kind to those who need it and those who don't deserve it. You are funny and sweet. This sounds cringy but I don't care. Y/n M/n L/n, I have liked you since I first laid eyes on you. I don't care if you don't like me back but one day I will regret not ever telling you if I didn't." Peter spilled, looking at Y/ns eyes and saw them fill with tears. "Did I say something wrong?" Peter worriedly asked.

"No, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Peter Django Maximoff, I have had the biggest crush on you since we first became friends." And with that, Peter grabbed Y/n's face and they kissed lovingly and passionately. Pulling apart, Peter asked,

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes!"

#peter x reader #quicksliver x reader #peter maximof x reader #x men #x reader #fluff #peter maximoff #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #peter maximoff x reader

[atlararepairbigbang]

Sneak Peek - “Ghost of Weddings”

A metal cable flung across the air as Lin finally found the creature that was talking to her. Floating above the ground, was a terribly adorable looking fox-rabbit. Except, fox-rabbits couldn’t fly and they didn’t have tiny wings on their backs. They also weren’t colored in shades of lilac. This one also had green spots all over its fur with two antenna-like appendages on top of its head. The ends of these antennae were poofy, like daffodils, and it made Lin want to blow this irksome little being away from her.

“How do you have your cables without your uniform?” it asked with surprise, dodging the wire.

To that, Lin replied with a smug grin as the cable snapped back into the little band around her wrist. “I always accessorize.”

“Even at weddings?” it gasped.

“You never know when inconveniences strike,” she replied, emphasizing the word as she eyed the being.

“While being at a wedding alone does sound sad, I don’t see how it’s an inconvenience,” it commented.

Lin rolled her eyes as she put her shoes back on. She decided that there was merit in simply not engaging here. The loud wedding party looked far more enticing than— spirits, even waking up in bed beside Bumi was better than whatever this was.

“You could have asked Bumi to be your date,” it said, following her.

Now Lin was a little more scared and a little less cocky. How did this thing know?

“That’s none of your business,” she replied, hiding her surprise at being caught.

“Oh, but it is,” the being continued, scurrying past her to appear right in front of her face. “I’m the spirit of weddings and you’re unmarried.”

“Not sure if your invite got lost in the mail but,” she scoffed, pushing it aside with one hand to continue on her way, “this isn’t my wedding.”

“I didn’t receive an invite!” The spirit argued, “I’m here because—”

“No invite, no wedding. That’s your cue to leave,” Lin said matter-of-factly as she hopped over the wire fence.

“But I’m supposed to be here for you—”

“Go find someone else to haunt,” she said, shunning it with the back of her hand, striding forward.

“Haunt? I’m a spirit—”

“I don’t believe in that mumbo-jumbo,” she countered.

“But you believe in ghosts?” The spirit chortled. “You’re one of those, huh?”

“Oh, shut it!” Lin huffed, rolling her eyes as she turned around.

“You need me!” The spirit wallowed after her.

“I need you to shut it—”

The spirit colored her vision suddenly, appearing glaringly close to her face. Lin’s eyes widened to their fullest, almost hypnotized by the gleaming being. It was shining, nearly shimmering golden through the translucent lilac surface.

“I have a duty and I am here to fulfill it!” The spirit began, “You’re Lin Beifong and you may be a lot of things in this land of mortals, but to me, you’re an unfinished responsibility.”

“Excuse me?!”

Now Lin was glowering.

“I owe you the love you deserve.”

Lin raised her eyebrows, face blank with stupor.

“There’s a soul out there that is kindred with yours. And I have to bring you together.”

“And if you don’t?”

Lin eyed the party behind her curiously. She wasn’t being missed over there. Nobody was wondering where she must’ve run off to. This spirit didn’t know its top from its bottom. She had nobody to be brought to. Nobody except maybe—

Interested in seeing more? Posting begins August 8th, and writer identities will be revealed August 22nd!

#atla rare pair big bang #atla #avatar the last airbender #atla event #atla rare pair #rare pair

[youmarin]

Peculiardom's Fall

A/N: Hello, it's me! Haven't published any writing content of mine for a while and I'm terribly sorry for that. I'm back to going to university in person since my first year - now's my last hopefully-. September was a wild ride: family, my health (I'm good now, just a scare at the worse time ever), a hurricane and the consequent academic recess of three weeks (and we're still far from stabilizing from that. I spent the following 13 days without power and still it is rare to spend two consecutive days with it. The electricity problem on the island is worse than ever and they dare say the system's woking just fine). So during that "free" time, I read the last two books of the Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children I was missing and wrote this alternate sequence for the cruise scene in which Jacob does submit to Caul. It's not much, but just for a start if I ever venture to write more about Miss P's world (I know most of you who had followed me are here for hq and obx content anyway).

Jacob started to hear for the first time what he was most certain was Caul’s voice while he, Emma, Hugh and Enoch searched for the wights and the northern peculiar girl they had kidnapped, also hoping to save their friend who they had believed dead for the past months, Fiona. It didn’t need to happen much for him to be startled by it, but at the moment he did his best to get rid of any trace of its haunting effect. Caul had been defeated, buried in Abaton along with the Library of Souls. He was dead and not to worry about. On the other hand, there were so many more real matters at hand to attend then: Avoiding war, insurrection, the fugitive wights and discovering what was their scheme, finding V, saving their friend. It seemed that for every problem they solved five more took form. 

What he now wished he hadn’t done was keeping it to himself. Now, being on the cruise’s deck, Caul’s monstrous appearance floating right in front of them, and an army of hollows surrounding them.

The latter had been safely under his control, until he heard it again taunting him. But it wasn’t projecting outside for everyone to hear, he could hear it, feel it in his head trying to overpower his own reasoning, his own self. In its current state, his mind, fractured among little less than half a hundred creatures, was at risk of being corrupted and he could feel himself falter as the devil himself spoke: kill the girl. 

Noor and Emma were shouting to him now, alarmed, but their calls weren’t reaching him, for he was too busy trying to shut up the foreign one growing louder in his mind. 

“Jacob! What are you doing?” 

“Something’s wrong.” and as if to confirm, she felt the creature under her stiffen, then falter and jerk violently, its hold on her tightening. 

Kill the girl 

Jacob shut his eyes tight.

Kill the girl 

He shook his head, “Get out.” 

You can’t fight me anymore. I can sense it, your mind slipping from you and surrendering to me. 

“No.” His hands reached up to his head, clutching it.

I’m superior to you all, don’t you get it? Seriously, did you believe you could stop a God? 

“Shut up!” He screamed, and could feel himself breaking.

“Jacob?” Started Noor, a slight tremble on her voice. “Whatever he is doing or saying to you, ignore it.” 

“We’ve beaten him before.” Added Emma, not giving up to hopelessness yet. There was no way she could let Jacob fall like that. “Fight him, Jacob.”  She wouldn’t leave him behind. And just trying seemed futile anyway. If Caul had Jacob, he had all of their lives at his mercy. There were at least 40 hollows still standing, plus the perverted being towering over them, the cloud right below him churning furiously. Without Jacob, their chances of survival had reduced to none; not just of the three of them, but of the entire peculiardom. As this new reality started to take form in front of her very eyes, her thoughts started to give way to desperation. 

“We need to stop him. Together. You said you wouldn’t let me do it alone. I need you so we can stop him.”  Noor tried again. 

Jacob got enough control left to release all three of them from the hollowgasts’ once safe hold and they stumbled to the floor as he groaned as if in physical pain. 

Aren’t you tired of fighting? Of holding onto false hope? Join my side, and there’d be no more fighting, no more thinking, no more fear. I’ll rid you of that burden.

With each prod onto Jacob's mind, he felt the boy's spirit become weaker.

Yes, the voice inside his head rang placidly before his own started to  vanish for good, Isn’t this much better? You’ve done well, kid. Now, kill the girl. 

Jacob turned towards a terrified Noor, which was stumbling to her feet. His whole body trembled with rejection, a painful grimace etched on his face while against his wishes, the  hollowgasts launched themselves at his friends. Noor squirmed in its hold, and Horatio, having been gravely ill before, was effortlessly subdued. Emma, reaching the last ounces of fight left in her, battled against the one going for her and tried freeing her friends, sending fireballs at them.  For a moment, she thought she might make it; she even ran towards Jacob and shook him by the shoulders, in hopes of snapping him out of Caul’s control. 

“Jacob, please, come back to us. We need you, we have to get out of here. Our friends are counting on us.” She tried, but the tamer had become tamed. 

“He’s too strong. It’s in my head.” Jacob struggled to let out. A few tears had fallen from his eyes, and between quick breaths, he hurriedly said things going from, “I don’t want to do this. I don’t want things to end like this.” to, “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.” 

And that was the last he said before any trace of pain was gone from his features. Instead, a nightmarish smile took over them, while a hollowgast captured Emma, whose scream was quickly muffled by the lack of air on her lungs, the hollowgast tongues circling over her neck, waist, and arms. 

He turned back to Noor, feeling her life blinking out as the hollow’s hold tightened around her. She was going to die, and the entire peculiar kind would fall soon after.

#miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar children #mphfpc #MPHFPC #jacob portman #emma bloom #noor pradesh #horatio #enoch o'connor #fiona frauenfeld #hugh apiston #claire densmore #bronwyn bruntley #victor bruntley #olive abroholos elephanta #horace somnusson #millard nullings #alma lefay peregrine #miss peregrine #ymbryne #fanfiction #mphfpc fanfiction

[starryevermore]

Moon knight request??? Maybe each of them start blaming the other for letting the reader get injured? Steven blames Marc, Marc blames Jake, Jake blames steven. And its all chaotic and that. Turns out the reader just tripped down the stairs when they were alone.

accidents happen ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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request: Moon knight request??? Maybe each of them start blaming the other for letting the reader get injured? Steven blames Marc, Marc blames Jake, Jake blames steven. And its all chaotic and that. Turns out the reader just tripped down the stairs when they were alone. - anon

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector x jake lockley

word count: 519

warnings?: the boys panicking, not proofread

The boys were immediately on high alert when you walked into the flat with a slight limp. A limp that none of them were entirely sure who, or what, caused. 

“Did she have a limp this morning?” Steven wondered. 

“I don’t remember a limp. Do you remember a limp?” Marc said. 

“Definitely new. Or…maybe not?” Jake said. “Did one of us…you know? Do something this morning?”

And just like that, chaos descended upon the boys. 

“‘Cause I’m pretty sure that Steven took her out while in the shower this morning,” Jake continued. 

“The shower is slippery! And besides, I caught her!” Steven said. “She only had to steady herself against the wall! And you know what? That has nothing on Marc practically reenacting some bloody porno this morning! Who the hell whips out the handcuffs and restraints before a person can even have breakfast!”

“HEY! I made sure she was comfortable! I would never put her in a position where she could get hurt!” Marc snapped. “And why are you even blaming me? Jake was the one who decided that he needed to wrestle her before she left for work!”

“She started the wrestling!” Jake shouted back. “And you know I would never hurt her intentionally! I always make sure I’m not doing anything that could hurt her!”

And as they argued, they didn’t even realize that you had limped your way over to where they sat on the couch. Steven, who was fronting at the moment, was too busy staring at his reflection in Gus’s tank, arguing with Jake and Marc, to even realize that you had sat on his lap, running your fingers through your hair. 

“Hey pretty boy,” you said, biting on your lip as you looked at him. “Wanna tell me what’s on that gorgeous mind of yours?”

Steven’s hands had come to rest on your hips, finally dragging himself away from the argument. “Jake and Marc are mad,” he said before he could stop himself. 

“What? Did the birdbrain come by and try to start shit?”

He shook his head. 

“Then what’s wrong, pretty boy? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

“I—” Steven squeezed his eyes shut. “Marc thinks Jake hurt you play-wrestling, Jake thinks I hurt you in the shower, and I think Marc hurt you when you were…making love this morning.”

“Hurt me? What?” you said, your brows furrowing together. But as Steven’s hand came to massage your sore leg, you realized what was going on. “Sweetie, none of you hurt me. I fell walking up the stairs at work.”

“You—oh.” Steven’s cheeks tinted pink. “Now I feel stupid.”

“Oh, don’t be, honey. It’s sweet that all of you were so concerned,” you said. You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “But next time, please just ask what happened before you all go around playing the blame game, okay?”

“Marc and I agree to ask,” Steven said. “But…”

“What?”

“Jake says to tell you that there won’t be a next time, ‘cause you have to be wrapped in bubblewrap every time you leave the house.”

#steven grant imagine #steven grant x female reader #steven grant x fem!reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector imagine #marc spector x reader #marc spector x female reader #marc spector x fem!reader #jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x female reader #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x reader #starrywrites #starryevermore

[les-mis-in-space]

⭐ 

I'm just letting you ramble because I'm incredibly indecisive have fun!

Okay instead of one BIG ramble I think I'm gonna do a bunch of little ones

None of the prisoners looked at the guards observing them, keeping their heads low as they worked to repair the ship. Two symphonies played a counterpoint duet— the instruments of nature being the gongs of thunder, the rattling of the rain, the clapping of the waves, with only the whistling of the wind to give melody to the excess of percussion; the music of the inmates being comprised of the falsetto hum of electrosaws, the clanging and clinking of hammers, the twisting wrenches groaning and screeching like kloo horns on fluctuating settings. Immediately to the left of Com Narcom, a Klatooinian gave lyrics to the cacophony in growled Huttese:

Stuka doompa, stuka doompa Hagwa stuka ta hoohah Stuka doompa, stuka doompa Unko uba nee choo,

And in lieu of a final syllable he would spit, quite forcefully, to approximate a rhyme, which would make his green leathery jowls quiver. At the third repetition of this verse, Narcom’s shaggy, sopping head whipped in the inmate’s direction with a snarled “Can you shut up?”

The singing Klatooinian locked eyes with Narcom and growled deep in his throat, like an akk dog ready to snap. A sentry probe zoomed over, its photoreceptor flashing red as a grating electronic bark warned them to leave each other alone and focus on their work.

Narcom’s eyes dropped. “I mean, can you shut up, please.”

If I could have done this with Master of the House I would have, but I could not get the Huttese lyrics to fit the meter. I was already kinda stretching here, meter-wise. I've always wondered how obvious the reference is to those who don't bother consulting a Huttese dictionary for the translation.

I’m sure there have been early mornings where your alarm has gone off and then, after a long session in the sanistream, you’ve sat on your bed wearing only a towel or your undergarments, procrastinating putting your clothes on for no real reason while you check the HoloNet on your datapad or think about how you’re going to get your protagonist out of the nest of gundarks you dropped her into in the last chapter— that or a particularly difficult math problem, whatever people who aren’t writers think about.

Passages you write before you're diagnosed with ADHD lol. Turns out this thing I thought was relatable probably only happens to a certain demographic on a regular basis. Still, I'm sure we've all had at least one experience like this. Com's basically in shock right now; he's a bit slow on the uptake while his brain tries to process the fact that someone is being nice to him.

“This thief says you gave them to him,” the officer sneered. “As a gift.”

Korma blinked. “But I did.”

The prisoner started.

The officer’s eyebrows shot skyward. “What?”

Korma leaned to peer over the officer’s shoulder. “Why is he in binders?" he demanded, throwing up his hand. "You will release him at once!”

"We'll release him at once," said the officer, waving two fingers toward the officers behind him. The policemen deactivated the cuffs. The prisoner rubbed his wrists, staring at the old Cerean with bewilderment.

“Return the knapsack,” Korma ordered. “Those belong to him.”

"These belong to him," said the officer, setting down the knapsack and stepping back.

“I thank you for taking the time to return my property,” said the bishop. “But no crime has been committed here. You can go about your business.”

The lead officer nodded, setting the knapsack on the ground and turning to the other officers. "We can go about our business."

This is not originally how the scene was written. Originally, there was no hand-wavery or repeating of sentences. Some time after I'd finished Part I, I was rereading this chapter and realized I'd missed an opportunity. Always good to add even more of a Star Wars touch. It also foreshadows the (admittedly obvious) reveal a couple paragraphs later.

Halmath picked up the imagecaster, holding the hologram of Kobjin’s head in his hand. He stared at it, as if it were the unearthed skull of someone he had once known. The familiarity was not reflected in the man’s hollow, empty eyes.

“Ah,” Halmath whispered. “Poor Com.”

Yes, this is a Hamlet reference. Thank you for noticing.

“Coming up now.” Adeg reached up and disengaged the hyperdrive. The vortex of lightspeed gave way to view of a round gray ball directly ahead with a thin ring of asteroids surrounding it.

Arkassos looked like a gas giant from space. It wasn’t a gas giant, of course, because it wasn’t gigantic— and its surface was terrestrial, a fact Lieutenant Adeg only knew because he’d been there before.

The young pilot glanced over his shoulder. “You’re going to want to strap in now, Minister,” he advised. “It’s going to get rough.”

Com frowned as the shuttle breached the stormy atmosphere. The rocking of the cockpit prompted him to take the pilot’s advice. He sat behind Adeg, closed his eyes, and tried to muster a meditative state despite the deafening thunder.

Suddenly, something smacked against the shuttle, sending it tipping starboard. Electric sparks arced through the cabin. The copilot swore while Able yelped. Com clutched his armrests as the ship wobbled. “What was that?”

“Shark, probably,” Adeg replied as he righted the craft. “They like to ram incoming ships. Must have slammed into our dorsal wing.”

“A shark… in the sky?” Com furrowed his brow.

“Yes sir,” nodded the pilot. “Arkassoan sharks swim in the air. They’ve got big wings like—”

“Like that,” McKrow pointed.

Com leaned to peer through the transparisteel. There, circling off to the side, was a shoal of creatures with long, slowly-flapping fins, and three dorsal fins each on their backs. They crackled with electricity as if their bodies were supercharged by the storm. Their bodies were ash-grey, except for the black ridge that stuck out over each one’s brow.

Com didn’t like them.

Sometimes, Star Wars locations have a unique feel to them that makes them instantly recognizable. My success in coming up with my own original planets varies in this regard. Trolorn is your run-of-the-mill water world, but the prison gives it an adequately distinctive signature. Dygni is pastoral with small towns— planets like that are a dime a dozen. Ditto with Monderon, although I tried to make Monderon stand out by being described as particularly boring and also containing occasional forests— had to have those woods for the scene where Leela meets Antilles. Montal is another water world— in coming up with a distinctive feel for the capital city, I decided to go with "Minas Tirith in the middle of the ocean." Pasir is not as urban as other Star Wars planets we've seen, but not at all as much of a backwater as most Outer Rim worlds either.

Anyway, all this to say, I seem to come up with my best gimmicks when the location is only briefly relevant. I thought, "Okay, what sets Arkassos apart?" and my brain came up with "giant flying lightning sharks." I laughed with my beta reader about how stupid random that idea was and then it turned out they really liked the sharks, so I *had* to go through with it.

The description of the sharks is intentional. Ash-gray, jutting black ridges over the brow... If you have a good memory, you should realize why Com doesn't care much for them.

As the convict went from house to house, he saw a pair of police officers. Their uniforms were like the guards’ uniforms on Trolorn, except that the guards had worn black caps and ash gray tunics, and the police officers’ caps and tunics were a matching shade of teal blue, with brass rank plaques and cap discs instead of silver.

Also note that the city below is enclosed in a giant cage. On a stormy planet. Surrounded by patrolling entities that will zap you if they catch you outside the walls. Com doesn't miss this parallel:

The shield gate began to open. “It’s ‘cause of the sharks,” the pilot explained as they passed through to land.

Com knew the pilot meant, to keep the sharks out. But between their stern black ridges and fins that crackled like electrobatons, he felt as if rather the sharks were there to keep them inside the cage.

As if to confirm his thought, Adeg added, “You thought it was rough back there, wait until we’re trying to leave.”

Wow. So far I've spent the most time rambling about the lightning shark planet.

Mrs. Bewl continued her testimony. “I’ll never forget that man. Drab clothes, scruffier than a Wookiee, and he smelled absolutely terrible. And he had this hungry look in his eyes, it gave me the creeps.”

Things that make Mrs. Bewl assume a man is dangerous include [checks notes] needing food

A moment later, a dark-skinned young man in a black uniform appeared in the refresher, with a protocol droid right behind him. “I saw what you did,” said Adeg breathlessly. “I’ve never seen anyone do something as brave as you just now, Minister. I sent off the troopers. Let’s get to the ship before they come back.”

“Hold on,” said Kobjin. “You’re an Imperial. Why are you helping us?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” said Adeg firmly. “You need a pilot.”

This is an intentional reference to Poe's rescue in The Force Awakens. Adeg only appears in this chapter and the next, but I can tell you that after escaping from the Arkassos fiasco (say that out loud, it's fun) he joined up with the Rebellion as an A-Wing pilot, married one of his squadmates, and had a child after the war who was kidnapped by the First Order at a young age. He and his partner were some of the first Resistance members.

“We’ve got to deal with them or we’ll never get out of here alive!” Adeg insisted. “Alright, Minister! Start firing!”

Com looked at the gun controls as TIE lasers bounced off the viewport. “Where’s the stun setting on this thing?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Adeg exclaimed. “Just shoot them!”

...

Com swerved as soon as they penetrated the clouds, veering away from their pursuers in the opaque mist. The thunder was deafening now. The cabin lights flickered. Com weaved between thunderclouds as lightning beat the forward deflector shields. Adeg looked over at Com as he navigated through the maze. “Are your eyes closed right now?!”

“Trying to concentrate,” Com grunted.

“Wait, they’re what?” Kobjin shook the back of the pilot’s chair. “Keep your eyes open! We’re flying through an atmospheric maelstrom right now!”

“I know,” Com snapped. “Let me focus.”

“Can’t you pray and look where you’re going at the same time?” demanded Adeg.

I don't have much to say here except these are my favorite bits of comedy in the whole chapter. Never fly with a Force-wielding pacifist if you value your sanity. Also—

“Back?” Adeg sputtered. “Back to Arkassos?”

"Why does everyone want to go back to Arkassos?" XD

I think I'm going to ramble about Book II in a reblog!

#the process #lore

[eyes-of-mercy]

"If you're going to beg me to come back, then you can forget it Stanley. I've already made up my mind-" Anastasia starts as she barges into the office of the Stanley formerly known as the Leader, her boss. 

She had gotten a request to meet him here and expects him to bribe her into joining his organization again. An organization which had disbanded after someone (read: Vir) leaked classified documents to the public, revealing plans of complete dimension destruction in case of a worst case scenario. Anastasia, along with others, decided they didn't want to work for someone who likes to play god and slowly, Eyes of Mercy was no more.

Anastasia wants to remind Stanley of this but she realizes she's not alone in the room. Along with Stanley, there are four other people sitting in the room with him. Two middle aged men dressed in business casual, one with blonde slicked back hair and blue eyes, the other an awkward looking brunette and-

"What the hell are you doing?"

Evil!Jon - Not!So!Evil!Jon? - glances between her and Stanley, the latter which just keeps his polite smile. The Mariella sitting next to Jon purses her lips in annoyance.

"Is that question directed at me?" Jon asks.

"Both of you- all of you! What the hell are you doing with him?"

"That's not why I called you here, An." Stanley says, flipping pages in his folder. "I thought you would wait outside until I was done with these gentlemen. Can you wait outside?"

"Yes, we're almost done." The blonde stranger quips up. He's got a British accent, Anastasia notes. She doesn't trust him anymore than she trusts EJ. She narrows her eyes at them.

"An?" Stanley's tone implies he'd like her out of his office right now.

"Fine. I'll wait." She steps back, giving him a glower before she leaves the room, closing the door behind her. She waits a few seconds and then presses her ear against the wood. Nothing. Of course Stanley has eavesdropping protection.

The next ten minutes is spent waiting for the others to leave, pacing outside the door until finally it opened and Jon and Mariella step outside. An throws a quick glance into the room but there is only Stanley now. The two strangers are nowhere to be seen.

She looks up at EJ, who meets her gaze for a moment. He looks as he did before he had guilt driven into his heart like a stake. Neat, professional, calm. None of that dorky, excited energy Jons usually have. His expression is carefully blank but his eyes are dim. He's unhappy about something. 

Sparing a glance at Mariella doesn't give An anymore to work with. She has a better poker face than Jon.

"Excuse me." EJ steps around her and walks away, the Mariella hurrying to keep up.

Anastasia furrows her brow.

"You can come in now, An." Stanley says from his place at the desk. He only looks up when An sits in front of him, in the chair the mystery blonde from earlier was sitting. 

His smile is that practiced politeness, kind and sympathetic. But she knows him well enough to sense the air of smugness surrounding him. She wonders how she ever trusted him at all.

"Who was that?"

"I don't see how that's any of your business. You don't work for me anymore so you don't have the right to classified information. Now, I have the official resignation printed out here, if you'd just read through the terms and conditions, sign the NDAS, and all that. We'll be done in five minutes."

"Stanley. You know what that Jon did."

"You're jumping to conclusions."

"He's a monster. He slaughtered Stanleys like pigs. He experimented on people and ruined their lives. He tortured-"

"I'm letting you keep your prosthetics."

It is a statement meant to shut her up and it has its intended effect. Anastasia stares at him. She doubts he would ever truly take them away from her, especially since he isn't the one who made them. Julian would make her new ones in a heartbeat. Better ones, even. 

But the lingering threat is not lost on her.

Don't make this difficult or I can take things away from you. I'm letting you leave with dignity. Don't test me.

She grits her teeth, pushing down the anger rising up in her. Who does he think he is? But she does read through the papers carefully, to make sure there isnt any small text that might get her in trouble. 

It's pretty straight forward. You are no longer working with us by your own decision, you will be able to leave with all the benefits you want or need, we will pay you enough to help with any damages this termination of contract might result in, don't tell anyone our secrets or we will come after you both legally and otherwise.

Once she's certain she's read through it, she signs the papers and shoves them back over the desk. Stanley takes them, double checks and then stores them away. He smiles.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Anastasia. It's a shame to see you go. But I understand your decision. You were a great employee and I know whoever gets you next will be very lucky."

Anastasia scowls. "I thought you were better than this, Stanley. You've changed. And not for the better. I hope you're not making any mistakes because if you are fucking things up for people, I will help take you down."

His expression doesnt even twitch. "Have a good life, Anastasia."

She gets up with a huff and storms out of the room, not looking back. The door slams behind her. Stanley gathers the papers and puts them in the drawer next to a stack of others. It'll be fine, he thinks. He's got new allies now. The mission doesn't need to end.

#Anastasia Spencer #Leader Stanley #Evil!Jon #The Mariellas #Ty & Felix #drabble #long post