#or i dropped my stuff and was headed to the creek

[sadskeletonscientist]

There's a post floating around of a tweet that said something like "when I see something that says my go to lazy meal but starts with chopping an onion I don't think you know what lazy is" and a lot of people were saying what's your depression meal or what's your lazy meal. And like I hate to do this but my lazy/depression meal in high school was just a whole onion. I don't know where that puts me but

#like I would just ate onions whole #i did it all the time #we always had so many onions #like the big bags that weighed like 30-50 pounds #of onions #so if didnt want to cook mac and cheese when i got home #or i dropped my stuff and was headed to the creek #or if i was just hungry #but mom hadnt gone shopping #onion #a whole onion #eat it raw #cut it in half that off the first two layers #then eat it like an apple #or peel the layers off and eat like chips

[eat-limes-bitches]

Attitude Adjustment

PAIRING: Female! Chiropractor! Reader x Avenger!Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: Pain affects everyone. Even 106-year-old assassins

WARNINGS: Smidge of Angst, mostly Fluff. Grumpy! Bucky. Some of Bucky's negative self-image but very little. Talks of chiropractic adjustment so cracking joints but nothing too bad. Sam's a little shit. Probably poorly written but oh well.

Word Count: 1006

A/N: Hey guys! I know the last two posts have been really heart-wrenching so here is something a little light-hearted to counteract what I'm gonna be posting next. I am going to be starting chiropractic school in the fall and I know that it has really helped me with some chronic pain stuff that I have going on even with my crazy high pain tolerance so thought Bucky could use some adjustments too!

Enjoy! <3

Dividers by Rookthorne

Y/n watched Bucky from across the gym, analyzing his movements as he tried to continue his set. There was a slight dip in his step as he walked over to the weight plates and a subtle clench of his jaw as he lifted the plate onto the bar. Maybe he’s just sore, she mused as she returned to her stretches. The room around her was slowly disappearing when there was a loud bang and a shout. She jumped, eyes flying open as she shot her gaze across the room where Bucky held his ribs under his left arm while Sam laughed. 

 “What’s wrong, tin man? Age finally catching up to you?” Bucky shot a nasty glare at the man, 

“You won’t be laughing when I drown you in the creek,” Bucky growled as he took a threatening step toward Sam.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam placated as he took a step backward. “I was just messin’ with ya man!” Bucky just glared at him again and knocked his metallic shoulder against Sam’s as he stormed off towards the exit. Sam made eye contact with Y/n, shrugging his shoulders and motioning towards the door as if he were saying, ‘Get a load of that guy’. Y/n shook her head and made a mental note to check on him later.

Sometime later after Y/n had finished her workout, she ventured to Bucky’s room, pausing just outside the door. Steadying herself with a breath, she gently rapped on the door. There was a deep groan from the other side of the door, and before Y/n was able to make some space between her and the door, it flew open, revealing a rather disgruntled Bucky, eyes narrowing as he took in her form. 

“What.” He grunts out glare unwavering from her smaller form in the doorway. Y/n steadied herself with a reminder that he was in pain and to not let it get to her. She instead matched his gaze.

“You’re in pain.” She stated cooly observing his reaction as he shifted weight off of his left leg, rolling his eyes.

“Right, ‘cause you can tell from across a room.” He scoffed. Y/n let out an indignant huff as she looked him up and down.

“You’re favoring the left side of your body, and anyone can see that. Your hips are crooked from compensating the extra weight on the left side of your body. You have a slight limp which is throwing your body further out of alignment, and since Steve pinned you during training on Tuesday, you’ve been protecting your left ribcage which was then further aggravated from your bench pressing today.”

Bucky stared at her, eyes wide. “H-how do you know all that?” Y/n’s gaze softened as she gave him a gentle smile. 

“Buck, I’m a chiropractor, I’m trained to see these things. I can help you feel better if you’d like.” She noticed the hesitance in his eyes as he thought about her offer. 

“You know you are allowed help right?” She whispered, placing a hand on his arm. 

Bucky searched her eyes for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to pull away and just laugh, tell him it was all a joke, and walk away but it never came, she just stood there, hand spreading warmth through his arm, smile sending butterflies straight to his stomach. Letting out a breath, he nodded, letting Y/n take his hand and lead him to her office. 

The room was bright, the afternoon sun coming in through the window painted everything in a golden glow. Y/n motioned to the table in the middle of the room.

“Here, lay face down for me.” She said gently, patting the table. Bucky did as he was told,  and melted into the comfortable cushion as Y/n danced her fingers up and down his spine. She paused at the very base of his neck moved her fingers towards his shoulder and gently pressed down. Bucky yelped slightly and jerked away from her touch. 

“I’m sorry Buck, I won’t do it again but that just confirmed my suspicion,” Y/n murmured as she walked around the table, placing the heel of her palms on his upper back.

“Yeah, and what's that?” Bucky grumbled, starting to regret his decision. 

Y/n gave a sharp thrust, and a satisfying pop rang out through the room, startling Bucky. “Your first rib was out of place.” Bucky pushed himself up to look at Y/n wide-eyed. 

“My first rib is out of place!” She just smiled.

“Was. I put it back. That's what that sound was.” 

This went on for a few more minutes. Y/n would palpate different parts of his body, there would be a pop, and Bucky make some sort of surprised noise. Eventually, Y/n made the last adjustment and helped Bucky sit up before taking a seat next to him. 

“How do you feel?” 

Bucky rolled his shoulders before stretching both of his arms above his head. His eyes widened as he snapped his head to meet Y/n’s gaze. Shock was written all over his features as he stood up and wasn’t greeted with the sharp sting that he had grown accustomed to in his lower back. 

“Wow, that-that’s amazing!” He sent a heart-stopping grin in Y/n’s direction. 

“Thank you, Y/n I feel much better.” He said sincerely, taking Y/n’s hand in his as thanked her. Y/n blushed.

“Of course Bucky. Anytime.”

The pair wandered into the main living room where everyone was gathered. Bucky gave Y/n’s hand one last squeeze before strolling over to Steve and putting him in a headlock, laughing and carrying on. Y/n smiled as she watched them when Sam wandered over.

“What did you do to him?” He asked. Y/n just smiled, not taking her eyes off of Bucky, who was now arm-wrestling Tony who was using his suit.

“Nothing really just gave him an attitude adjustment.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x chiropractor reader #bucky x chiropractor reader

[yuri-is-online]

Jade would be VERY pleased about finally having another club member. I would be happy to listen to him info dump while we look at mushrooms and neat nature stuff.

I let this sit in my ask box for too long but I've had this idea kicking around in my head for a while and then harveston had to go and drop that one line validating my delusions and you've given me an excuse to post it ha

notes: they/them used for Yuu, violence against animals (a bear), swearing at animals (the same bear), Yuu is unnaturally strong (enough to fight a bear), Yuu is implied to have grown up in a forest/woodsy environment, Jade typical blackmail. Other more serious fic can be found on my masterlist here.

Once upon a time, back when you first arrived in this world, you had been unsure how to feel about NRC. Castles existed back home, sure, but ones like this belonged firmly in illustrations or video games; it felt a but nauseating to walk through your wildest dreams brought to life, even if it was exciting sometimes. It was little wonder to you then that the idea of a Mountain Lover's Club was so appealing.

"Did you hike a lot back home?" Trey has that strange smile on his face that suggests you have made him tense somehow.

"Yes. I practically grew up in the woods." The flow of wind through the branches, the smell of fresh rain on the decomposing earth below, all of it wrapped you in a familiar sense of serenity even if the tree line was completely foreign to you. What are men to rocks and mountains after all? You could make yourself right at home here-

"I still don't think you should join." Trey says with all the air of a man who is certainly not telling you something, but the surprising harsh nod of agreement Riddle gives before injecting himself into the conversation convinces you more than whatever Trey had in mind likely could.

"I'm not entirely certain what they do," Riddle has never forbid you from participating in things since you and his dorm-mates brought him back to his senses," but if you want to hike it might be safer if you did it by yourself, assuming you let one of us know when you are going and when you expect to be back. It wouldn't do to have something that brings you so much joy used against you prefect, none of us want that." But he has always expressed concern when he thinks things to be unsafe, and in this case his argument was something you found yourself agreeing with. Hiking is best done at your own pace anyway, why get a club full of self-centered assholes involved in your me time? Though you did wish now they had been a bit more... specific with their concerns. Maybe outlined some of the club's scheduling, but then they would have needed to ask him and in so doing betrayed your interest.

Which would have been much less embarrassing than how Jade actually found out. Because of course he did, was there ever any doubt he would? ~~~~ There is a creek not far up the mountain path behind your dorm you like to rest at when coming back from your adventures. It's a good place to check over the photos on your camera and enjoy the last few rays of sunlight before returning to whatever mess Grim had made in Ramshackle searching for where you had moved all the tuna cans. Sometimes he joined you, and the two of you would have a little picnic up the path a bit further, but that day had not been one of those days. Nor had the day you met this particular nemesis who is staring you down from just across the creek with such a judgmental glance you would think this was a Sunday brunch and not an afternoon meander through the forest.

"The fuck do you want bitch?" You snarl and the bear indignantly sniffs as if to imply she's better than you. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize it was my fault your face is so fucking crooked, thought you were just born that way." She huffs again, making a big show of turning her back on you as you rush to get your equipment off and tucked safely out of reach before the skankiest grizzly you've ever met whips around and charges you shrieking something about "how dare you steal her man!!!!" and blah blah blah "I'll show you, you good for nothing hussy!!!!" as if you could actually understand her and this wasn't a three act play you insisted on writing yourself. You weren't even sure this bear was a girl if you stopped to think about it in between punches, not that you really cared. She huffs and makes a valiant attempt to pin you as you snarl and flash your teeth and beat her right back into the creek laughing at what sounds like pathetic winging about "kids these days!!!" and how rude you are for-

A startled noise pauses your match, as you both turn, harsh glares towards a break in the thicket where a very out of place, very surprised looking man stands, hand infuriatingly poised casually at his chin. His infuriating smirk doesn't unfurl until you growl, deep and low reverberating through your opponent just enough that she decides to leave for the day while you are preoccupied.

"Oya, this is a surprise." Jade doesn't move and you stay firm in the creek, body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he decides to move just a bit closer. "If you were that desperate for a sparring partner, I'm sure Floyd would have obliged, animal abuse is not exactly legal you know?"

"What the fuck are you doing here." You spit before you exit the creek, a flash of something darting through Jade's eyes as his gaze darts between you and your pack on the ground.

"Me? I should be asking that of you. The Mountain Lover's Club had to go through quite an ordeal to get permission to leave the school grounds unsupervised..." His teeth begin to show as you crash down from your high, you hadn't actually thought of whether or not you would need to talk to someone other than a friend about where you were going... surely Riddle would have mentioned something if you did? Or did he not think to ask since he wasn't the adventurous sort? "I can't imagine how the Headmage would react to know his ward had been sneaking out to terrorize the local wildlife."

"Hey Brenda started it!" You snap and Jade looks briefly towards the treeline where a very indignant bear is pursing her lips and inspecting her claws, the very picture of innocence if he does say so himself. "She stole my sandwich while I was taking pictures of the sunset!"

"Maybe you should have had someone there to hold it for you." He laughs, finally moving from his spot towards you and your pack, eyes gleaming with familiarity as he looks over your things. "Perhaps, someone who would be willing to... forget about what he just saw if they accompanied him next time?" It's a threat using what gives you joy against you certainly, and you huff indignantly at it but don't deny his request. Jade is an eel of his word, and his joy at doubling the Mountain Lover's Club membership cannot be contained as he ushers you the rest of the way down the mountain, eager to plan your first expedition together.

Not that he intends to ever delete the pictures he took. Your angry face is just too cute.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #<3 asks #jade leech x yuu #jade: why yes my lockscreen is my partner fighting a bear #what do you mean yours can't do that? skill issue :/ #idk this sucks just take it i needed to warm up before working on my longer stuff

[itsmeatballworld]

| to the night sky |

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | It’s autumn in Virginia so Daryl invites Reader to spend a night cuddling under the stars.

wc | 857

warnings | kisses, autumn time in Virginia, and soft boyfriend!daryl... so nah, no warnings <3

a/n | note this has some spoilers for season 9 but nothing crazy. Also posted on my ao3!!

His eyes were so bright. Bluer than the sky. Bluer than the sea.

You’ll remember that ‘til the day you die.

You tore your gaze away for a second, just to glance up at the tiny twinkling lights above.

His callous hand latched onto yours as the hearth outside flickered in and out. “Should get some rest,” Daryl whispered.

“We should.” Your fingers twirled across his rough palm. “But look… damn, look at those stars. They’re beautiful. You gotta look. The clouds are gonna block them.”

Daryl smiled, his eyes never leaving your face as you watched the sky. “Yeah. Beautiful.”

“You didn’t even peek,” you murmured as his hands snuck around to caress your round hips.

“I did too.” His tone was playful as a smirk etched across his lips.

Tonight, the sky was black and painted in tiny twinkling lights. Dark and looming from the east, thick grey clouds slowly began to shadow the moonlight cascading through the trees.

You were somewhere in Virginia between a dried up creek and spacious woods. Location never mattered anymore. You were living—surviving—and enjoying the brief moments of peace left for the breathing.

Colors of cinnamon, brick red, and yellow as bright as corn litter the ground in piles. It was the fleeting beauty of Autumn, until the heavy rains and mud blur the colors in a dark, murky haze.

Atop the little hill was your makeshift campsite. Daryl tugged and tied each layer down as tight as possible. The lopsided tent with a worn clear-plastic sheet roof showed the sky. An old pail near the zipped-up entrance used as Dog’s water bowl. Wool and cotton blankets dragged from Alexandria covered the thin tent floor. The dying light of a small fire pit was nearly out after hours of ignoring its plea for more firewood. Daryl wanted to keep you safe when visiting. Less light, less problems, he’d murmur.

Tonight, you were snuggled up to Daryl. His arm around your waist, pressing your chest to his in a tight embrace. He loved holding your warm body close, trailing his hands up and down your hips and thighs, as if you were his lifeline.

Tonight was perfect. A peaceful autumn night alone with your lover.

“Aye.” He drops his voice. “You should head back in the mornin’. Safer in the sunlight.”

Back. Back to the group. Back to your home in Alexandria. Back to safety and walls.

“Sure,” you mumbled.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you liked being outside the walls of safety. You liked the wondrous and dangerous world surrounding you. Life was precious but you never wanted to waste time living in a bubble. “Come with me?”

Daryl paused, his fingers drawing light circles into your skin. It might not have been words, but you knew his answer. No. He had a job to do. Look for Rick.

You sighed, resting your head into the crook of his neck. “Alright… but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Breathing in deeply you tried to bury the smell of him in your memory. He smelled like homemade soap and tobacco.

“Carol stopped by, huh?”

The stoic man let out a soft chuckle. “You can tell?”

“Soap… a new haircut… blankets without holes? I’d say she prepped you with the good stuff for this weekend.” Those blue eyes were glued on you. His fingers trailed your side until he dug in a bit deeper. He hugged your curves into his body like he never wanted this to end.

“Mmhm.” Daryl smiled. “Good stuff.”

Your hands slipped up his chest, digging your fingers into the cotton tee. “Hole-less blankets,” you giggled. “Gosh, Mr. Dixon, you know just how to please a girl.”

He grumbled as he tugged the waist of your pants down an inch. “Anythin’ for my girl.”

That deep, raspy voice scratched an itch deep in your soul. “Your girl, huh?” Your lips pressed into his as those rough hands wound underneath your clothes.

He grumbled a response as he continued to kiss you deeply. Every morsel of your being tingled and buzzed with excitement to be near him. To be so close to him.

Maybe it was the forced time spent together, but Daryl Dixon is someone you never thought you’d get after the world stopped moving forward. You never thought you’d have a man who loves you so deeply. Who pines for you. Who finds you funny—and genuinely laughs at your jokes. Some days he doesn’t talk much but hugs you from behind and kisses the crook of your neck. It was love. Pure, endless love.

He pulled back from your lips. The hazy look of exhaustion mixed with lust washed over him. “C’mon, I mean it. Get some sleep.”

“How can I when you kiss me like that?” You smiled as those blue eyes lingered on your swollen kiss-stained lips.

Daryl grunted. He pecked the edge of your smile before pulling you into a tight cuddle. “Sleep.”

You closed your eyes.

The night sky was beautiful but all you could think about were those bright blue eyes.

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a/n 2.0 | ily *mwah* and ily daryl dixon

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #reader x daryl dixon #y/n x daryl dixon #reader x daryl #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fluff #fluff #daryl dixon x y/n #y/n x daryl #soft and cuteee #<3

[mooncakesofpan]

Chapter 2

The life of a top designer is stressful in itself how much will change when you find 2 glowing eyes peering back at you from your yard.  

Poly!Skz x Tall!Nonbinary!Reader

Series Warnings: mention of abuse, hybrid au, omegaverse themes, strong language, suggestive topics, and themes (see individual chapters for specific warnings)

Chapter warnings: unwanted advances, mentions of food, mentions of stress, anxiety, slight angst, mentions of possible neglect, Reader uses they/them. Use of Mx.

Word count: 5.2k

An: I'm so sorry this took so long my life got really crazy and it took me a bit to recover.

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK

I stir awake only to feel my throat dry, I reach for my water bottle and go to take a sip only to realize the bottle is empty. I stumble out bed and attempt to get out of the tangle of blankets that adorn my bed. Phone and water bottle in hand as I head out my room, using my phone to light my way through the house to accompany the moon light shining through the windows. As I move down the stairs with soft steps trying to keep to keep quite not wanting to wake the two hybrids. I can hear the soft snoring from Felix and Chan’s room. As I step into the hall I notice a figure sitting on the floor next to the slightly cracked door.

Chan.

He's curled up against the wall with his knees firmly pressed to his chest. The light from the moon barely makes his face visible, yet I can still make out the stern gaze glued to the front door further down the hall from his and Felix's room. The furry ears on the top of his head twitch hearing the wood creek under my feet. Though his eyes on the door don’t move one bit.

“Hey you okay?” I sit on the wall opposite of him.

“Oh— uh yeah,” He gives me a tired look from his spot.

“Can’t sleep?”

I see his head shake.

“Something on your mind? I’m all ears if you need someone to listen,” I say fiddling with the bottle in my hands,almost dropping it.

“Just stuff from the past you know, old habits die hard,” He sighs with a false smile shaking his head looking at his hands.

“Wanna talk about it?” I say looking back down at my hands.

“One day, but you should head back to sleep. You said you had an important interview in the morning, right? wouldn't you want to be exhausted in the morning.”

“... yeah I do, I’ll uh— head back to bed,” I say slowly getting up from the floor moving to head to the kitchen.

“I thought you were heading to bed” his voice raises in confusion.

“Oh– I came down to fill my water bottle” I say, shaking the water bottle.

Looking at Chan, it’s obvious that he wants to talk about things. I don’t want to push him, but hopefully one of these days he’ll feel comfortable opening up and talking about it. He seems to have a lot of weight on his shoulders.  

I finish filling the water bottle and head back to my room glancing back one last time at the man. Still curled up against the wall, staring at the door. He glances up at me, his eyes soften  looking back at mine as I hesitate going up the stairs wishing I could offer him some comfort.

Chan was right, the alarm felt like a rude awakening, I was way too tired to want to deal with anything this morning . The repetitive beep and the fact I didn't want to wake up to to go to this interview anyway is already making me miserable. I trudge out of bed to change into some dark form fitting slacks, a wide brim hat and a suit jacket with nothing under it. If I have to be in front of the cameras I might as well look good while I do it. I look through my drawers to find a simple chain to clip around my neck. The simple loafers picked out to go with my outfit, makes it a little more practical. I carry the shoes to put on at the garage door.

My thumb flicks across my phone  screen as I look through my notifications as the sound of the coffee maker feels in my ear and the strong smell of the coffee fills my nose.

A quiet “Oh shit,” fills my ears as I move to the island. I look up worried seeing Felix looking at me having spilled a little coffee on the counter.

“Are You okay?” I say hurrying to grab a paper towel to wipe up the small mess. “You didn't burn yourself right?”

I take his hand in mine double checking that the hot coffee didn't scald it.

“No I’m okay, y-you look nice,” he says looking at my clothes.

“Oh thank you I have that meeting today then I have to meet with some model agencies and higher-ups about the status of that project I told you and Chan, I was working on since we're getting closer to the deadline—,” I start.

My hands run down my face, tired.

“God, today just seems like it's gonna be so long and it hasn't even started,” I say with an awkward chuckle leaving my mouth.

The slight pink on Felix's cheeks almost goes unnoticed as I throw the paper towel away.

did he get burned and he didn't tell me?

“Oh uh—Let me know if you guys need anything okay, I might be out late,” I put on my dress shoes and grab my bag giving Felix a hug before he doesn't let go for a minute rubbing his face in my neck a little bit. The motion made my face warm.

I’m about to head out the door wishing I could say bye to Chan but he doesn't seem to be up yet. This seems to be a continuous trend. Waking up a little later than me and Felix

Is it related to him sitting outside the door this morning? Does he do that every night? They've been here for a few weeks. Maybe I should invest in a security system or something? Since he looked like he was watching the front door?

 I shrug the idea off to deal with later as I get into my car and head to the address for the interview. Getting escorted into the building and my dressing room. The morning was already chaotic on top of my interview today. It seems today just isn't my day already and its just started.

I had sat down to check my text messages from Felix and Chan on my personal phone. A text from Felix from about 30 minutes reads on my lock screen.

☀️Lixie☀️: Hey we ran out of eggs, sorry I didn’t realize yesterday that there were only few left.

Me: It's okay I’ll pick them up on my way home.

☀️Lixie☀️: K thanks see you when you get home :)

The sound of knocking reaches my ears.

“Come in!” I say looking toward the door.

A young women in her early 20′s with red panda ears adorning the top of her head I almost miss them as they lay against the braids in her hair decorated with beads that knock together in a rhythm as she peaks her head in.

“Hi Zinnia, I'm here for makeup.”

“Oh yeah come in,” I say with a smile.

She looks between me and her bag and pulls out brushes, palettes,powdersand tubes as I sit looking through my work phone.

“So you work with Script right?” she asks, touching up blemishes on my face.

“Yeah I've been working with them for a few years almost straight out of college.”

“That's cool,” she says with focus making sure I won’t be shiny on the camera.

“How long have you been working here?” I mumble, trying not to move too much.

“I think I've been with them for about  4 months. I just got finished with cosmetology school,” her voice let out.

Her soft voice is quiet as the orange and white tail flicked back and forth behind her, I almost missed her nose scrunching up.

”Do you mind if I ask you a question?” She lets out cautiously, putting some of her stuff away.

“Yeah go ahead,” I urged while watching her move around the room.

“Do you have hybrids?” She looks at me curiously.  

“Uh, yeah I recently took in some a few weeks ago, how did you know that?”  The words spilled out curiously.

“I could smell him on you,” she points to my neck. The same spot that Felix had rubbed against this morning when he hugged me.

“How?!” I asked, a bit with surprise and eyes wide.

The question honestly sounded a little stupid I've been trying to research hybrids but some of it has been hard to find conclusions too. Like, nesting, hierarchical systems, more instinctual stuff I honestly should suck up my pride and embarrassment and just ask Chan and Felix more questions .

“Hybrids have a really good sense of smell, and he scented you,” She pointed to her button nose with a smile.

Scent— I've come across the word but I haven't really been able to come up with a cohesive answer based on all the things online.

“Sorry I've been trying to research about hybrids and stuff since they moved in, what does that mean?” I let out nervously

“Oh, scenting is like trying to mark that someone belongs to someone for a hybrid to scent you; it's typically a sign of trust and a want to stake a claim.” The words left her mouth so casually as she described what it meant.

“We’ll typically scent around chest and neck areas and wrist.”

“So say the hybrid I live with hugs me and like nuzzled into my neck this morning—”

“That would be scenting,” She chuckles.

I nod along listening to her words as she talks about a few hybrid typical things. The conversation eventually moves to interest and I end up offering my phone number so we could keep in touch and talk some more.

“Who’s one of the biggest people you’ve worked with?” she asked, sitting in the chair across from me.

“That’s a hard question, I’ve been brought on a lot of projects but, I’d have to say Rihanna I worked on a project with her. It was a very exciting experience. I was so nervous to mess up. What about you? You’ve been out of beauty school for a few months, who is a celebrity you’ve done work with. ”

“That’s hard, a lot of celebrities have their own make-up teams. I think it might be you,” she gives me a shrug.

“I wouldn’t really consider myself a celebrity though,” there’s honesty in my voice.

I really don’t consider myself a celebrity. As she goes to speak again there’s a knock on the door.

“Mx. L/n you're needed backstage.”

“Okay thank you, it was nice meeting you. let's definitely talk more in the future,” I say, getting up and waving.

The hybrid women waves back as I leave the room and head to the studio where I would be interviewed. The audience of people there  Makes me dread coming to interviews and being on talk shows. Discomfort is obvious in the way my hands fiddle with the sleeve of my jacket.

As I'm told to walk on stage I wave to the audience and make my way to the empty seat.

I shake the interviewer's hand before sitting down in the chair. “So Y/n can I call you Y/n, you've been very busy for the past year haven't you,” her words run quickly out of her mouth

I nod and give confirmation that the use of my first name is okay.

“ Yeah this has been a really big project and probably the biggest of my career,”

I don’t even really take in most of the questions mostly on my work and when the Colra x Script line comes to the public. Then things got personal and I’m a very private person I don't like revealing things in my personal life to the public.

“So, got anyone in your life?” The woman sitting across from me says causing my eyes to widen.

“Oh no I don't really publicly date,” I say, nervousness itching its way back to the surface.

“No ones caught your eye recently?” there was a flirty tone in her voice as our chairs sat closely together. The tone in her voice makes me uncomfortable.

“No, I’d prefer to not talk about that aspect of my personal life though,” I say, voice unsteady with nervousness.

She nods, thankfully moving on to a different topic.  

“We'll, I think that brings us to the end of today. Thank you for coming on and talking with us!” her voice changed back to the tone before she started asking about my love life.  

As she closes out the segment I rush off to my dressing room feeling my discomfort and awkwardness eating away at me and I pack up my stuff and leave the building.

I considered taking the rest of the day off  but decide against it knowing that would just move the rest of my meetings to next week.

I sit in my studio, reading through my emails, things people want me to do piling up deadlines, new projects, and clientele. I said I wouldn’t take on another project till the one with Colra gets out to the public, but my boss keeps pushing me to work with other clients when Script has already pushed out so much money. Trying to make sure that the Colra is happy with designs, advertisements making sure they showed proper representation of hybrids and humans alike. Along with  how we had to redo everything I need to at least see that this all goes through well.

The knock on the door frame startled me from work in my room. I look up to see a lanky man with light brown wavy hair and a cardigan.

He has a black tie, and seems well put together.

“Uh hi I'm Theo we've been emailing back and forth for a while, and I wanted to look over some promotional material with you being the leader of the team working on this,” he says smiling at me, his British accent filling my ears.

“Oh yeah of course come in,” I wave over to the workbench in the middle of the room.

We stand at the table as he pulls out some of the pictures with the pieces that have been finished. The photos are amazing. The color of the outfits are bright and beautiful, they pop against the background and give a regal feel paired with the elegance of the models  in the photos. The soft purples and whites on the models looked graceful and beautiful. Looking through the photos I noticed that the hybrid models we had hired for this campaign were missing from the photos.

“Theo, where are the hybrid models? We were supposed to have a good mix of both in the pictures, modeling the outfits.” I shuffle the photos he placed out the folder double checking I didn't miss it.

The brunette opened the folder sifting through the contents to find the ones with the hybrid models in them too.

“Great I like these too, they all look great. I know these are supposed to be going out to socials soon so if I can suggest something?” I question looking back up from the table to the male around my height.

He nods in response. I point to the 2 photos of a few of the models in a flower field and one with a few other models on white crystal-looking steps. the photo is well-balanced and has a good diversity of the models that we worked with to do the photoshoot.

“I would suggest these two, Script has a wide range of demographics and I think these will do the best with going out first, they really pop as ones that catch my eyes.”

“Yeah you're right those two will work great. I'll go ahead and let the rest of marketing know, thank you again for taking the time out of your day,” he confirms back to me as I smile kindly at him.

“Of course, happy I could help,” I  respond to him, excited to finally see some of the advertisements going out as he is putting the contents of the folder. his cheeks a slightly tinged pink.

Maybe he's a bit warm in his sweater vest.

As he leaves I decide to put the final details on one of the last designs that needed to be finished and sent out for photoshoots and to models. Some of the remanding sets got sent out to other people in the company to make to take the pressure off of me. I had found out we had money in the budget too and I had gotten an email right before Theo had come in that  the last 2 pieces that had been sent out had been finished and were going to be given to the models for photo shoots tomorrow and I was the last person to send the last piece out, which I need to hem the bottoms and ad a spot for a tail and then it’ll be good to go out. The rest of my afternoon was free aside from finishing the bottoms for the last outfit and which hopefully wouldn't take all night should take maybe an hour. Once the entire line gets sent out things are left in the hands of the stylist for the shoots.

Needless to say, Im glad that the day is almost over, I'm so exhausted. It was 6 and the goal is to finish by 7:30. That way I can still go to the store before it closes to do some light shopping. I get up to move to work on the bottoms for the outfit.

I pin the lace to the cuff of the bottoms and feed them through the sewing machine. The fabric is soft under my fingers. The lace at the bottom is a great final touch. The time spent putting it on with care. The model who was supposed to wear this is a ferret hybrid and has a long tail so a slit is made in the back for his tail. I glance down at my phone just now seeing its  7:20 pm, thankfully I had finally finished everything. I packed up my belongings and grabbed a garment bag and put the completed masterpiece in it. a sigh of relief leaves my mouth, happy that the day is finally over.

My feed carry me through the building as I hold a small smile feeling great about the the line being finished. I'm supposed to come in tomorrow too, which will mean this week I've been in the office a lot. But tomorrow is a Friday and I've had a stacked week. I told the photographer I would sit in on the shoot since I missed the first one. I find the rack for the outfits to go on and place my bag next to the other two  black garment bags. I look around to see if anyone is around, of course there is not, I one of few people still here this late. I peek in the bags getting a good look at the Wonderfull work of the other people on my team.

I head to the parking garage to start to head out. The grocery store is my last stop of the night before going home. I slide into the drivers seat and pull out my phone to text Felix.

Me: Was there anything else we needed? im at the store right now

☀️Lixie☀️: we're getting low on coffee. I think we need some more

Me: Okay thanks, I'm gonna grab a bit of other stuff.

Walking through the store I pick up some more meat, chicken, beef, pork, and bacon. The hope of having more time to cook this next week warms my chest. I found some kombucha squash and put it in the cart thinking of finding something to make with it. The line for check out is short but the store closes in an hour. Most people are home this late in the evening. Most people take this time to enjoy time with their family.

I work on dinner deciding to use the squash, taking out the onions, beans, carrots, and ground turkey I got at the store to make some stuffed squash. I cut up onions, and add beans and other vegetables to the ground beef and seasoning while the squash sits in the oven roasting. Felix sits on the counter talking to me about things he watched,some of the recipes he found, and what he got up too toda. My brain wonders to this morning and the conversation about scenting I had with Zinna.

“So they ended up not making it to the finals—”

“Sorry it’s on my mind,— did you scent me this morning?” I interrupt his ramblings, and in that moment Chan walks into the kitchen looking up from his phone.

I probably could have handled it a bit better.

“What?” he looks a bit worried at my question.

Felix Jumps surprised by Chan's voice.

“I was asking if Felix scented me this morning, I was talking to a hybrid this morning and she had asked me about it—I'm not mad I was just asking if it was purposeful,” I speak quickly to try to justify why I asked the question in the first place.

Chan is Stands still in his spot and looks at Felix to answer the question.

”Yeah I did sorry I should of asked.”

”It's fine I just wished you had asked I would have let you if it makes you feel more comfortable,” I shrug it off. If it's a sign he's more comfortable with me I'll take it. Im glad he’s feeling more comfortable around me.

Chan sits down, patting Felix's shoulder.

“I'm still learning about what it's like to live with hybrids, just gotta give me heads up about things,'' I admit,with a soft smile

We eat the quash in silence, the feeling of something that hasn’t been spoken into the air yet lingers. I Scoop one of the last pieces of squash in my mouth. I look back at my bag near the garage door reminding me of the work I had promised to my friend tomorrow. I've been out of the house a lot this week. It's definitely weighing on me but I'm worried that the boys are gonna feel like I'm too absent and like I'm neglecting them. Technically they don't belong to me and I frankly don't like thinking of the gross owner pet implication of having a hybrid but emotionally I know that they rely on me— or at least Felix does, Chan I know still has a hard time being comfortable with me. I don't blame him for that of course I don't know his or Felix's history.

For the past few weeks, I've been worried about them feeling stuck in the house.

“I'm gonna be out the house again tomorrow, hopefully next week won't be as busy. I should hopefully be home early” I let out, pushing around a bean on my plate.

“It's okay, we know this week was big for you” Chan says.

“I know I just feel bad like I'm worried you guys feel stuck here all the time alone—” I take pause

“Do you guys feel stuck here?” I question

“I mean it would be nice to get out” Felix says perking up a bit.

“You’d have to adopt us,” Chan said still eating his food not making eye contact trying to seem more focused on his plate.

“Yeah I wasn't sure how you guys felt about that. I was looking into independent hybrid programs and that tends to require prior adoption for about a year,” I say, nervous about their response.

“it would probably be best if you adopted us. I know I'm fine with it, we trust you enough, you don't seem like you'd abuse that title,” Chan explains, finally looking up to meet my eyes.

“Okay then I'll see how to get the paperwork for it and try to get those filed,” I fidget a little under his gaze. Looking back down at my food to keep eating.

I wash the dishes alone. This is the first time today I can truly relax, and knowing that adopting Felix and Chan would at least  be granted a little freedom helps to ease my worries with their adoption. Them being able to go out more should give them some type of freedom.

I got to my room, and open up my laptop to look at what the process to adopt the two hybrids looks like. The page I find belongs to one of the hybrid centers in the city Stating that they help rehome and rehabilitate hybrids and have been rated one of the best in the area;

“Are you open to welcoming hybrids into your home? We’re here to provide you with the knowledge training and help prepare you for a new friend!”

Seem good enough.

“We won’t rehome a hybrid without they’re expressed consent from the hybrid Stating verbally that they would like to go home with you. Knowing that they’re from our own facility we prefer you spend weeks getting to know them and get comfortable with each other, after that we can start the adoption process!”

Bringing in strays or having been aiding hybrids and wanting to adopt them and give them a home will have a similar process! We start with an interview with you and then the hybrid making sure that they are comfortable going home with you! After the interview will be an exam of the hybrid making sure there is anything that needs to be watched or addressed. After The exam we will survey the new home and make sure the place is suitable and livable for your new hybrid! If you’ve made it to this point then you’ll be in the home stretch to fill out paperwork and take your hybrid home! We do checks in 3 weeks 6 weeks 9 weeks and then 6 months and a year check in to make sure everything is going Aye Okay!”

The page was very helpful and it said I can set up an appointment to get things started. I spent the rest of the night filling the form about Felix and Chan filing in the section concerning  their situation and pressing send before I closed my laptop for the night.

Today was more casual. I pull white pants and a Blue oversized sweater. It’s a lot more casualI seeing as I'm going to watch a shoot and not spend all my time in the office, I prefer it that way.

I got a text from my friend Johnny on my work phone,who's the photographer .

Johnny : Hey make sure you're here at 10 I wanna go over a few things with you.

Me: sure thing I should be there a little early if anything.

The door to Felix’s and chans room opens right as I hit the last steps of the stairs. Chan's back is to me as he tries to close the door quietly.

“Morning Chan you're up bright and earlier.”

My voice must have startled him because he jumps as he turns to me with a hand over his heart. Seeing it's just me he lets out an awkward chuckle

“Oh yeah– I slept pretty well last night actually,” he smiles softly at me. sleep was still slightly evident in his eyes, but the smile made me feel warm inside and something inside me fluttered slightly.

“I was gonna make something,” I motioned down the hall.

”Yeah you should try and eat before you head out. It's not good to start the day on an empty stomach,” he presses.

7:45

I had a bit of time before I had to go so making something wouldn't hurt. I pulled the milk out of the fridge with some eggs. Before I could pull anything else out the voice of Felix coming down the hall is hurd by both me and Chan as he entered the kitchen phone in hand.

“Would you mind if I made breakfast?” he smiled, ears twitching on top of his head.

“No not at all, whatcha gonna make?” I ask and move to sit the milk down on the counter and move to the barstools to watch what Felix might be making.

“I found a recipe for pancakes. I wanted to try it,” he continued to check his phone assumingly for ingredients and measurements.

Me and Chan watch him move around the kitchen making the pancakes, the batter being mixed together and fried on a skillet. The pancakes were fluffy and buttery as they pile on the plate .  

 “Felix this is really good,” Chan says digging into the pancakes

“Yeah you did an amazing job.”

Felix’s face is a bit red seemingly from our compliments. I can see a smile as he mumbles out a thank you while still eating the pancakes. The morning was peaceful, small talk about the food and other recipes Felix wants to try and what I’m up to today. It starts getting close for me to leave. I go to grab my work bag just in case but I plan to come home after the photo shoot. I notice the freckled brunette Felix leaned up against the wall near the door.

“Hey Felix, need something?” I say, making sure I had a jacket just in case it rained.

“—Do you mind if I scent you?” He's standing in front of me with space between the two of us the space being filled with quiet but low sounds of his voice.  

“Oh—no, not at all!” I put my stuff down and smile as Felix comes close. He placed his face in the crook of my neck  to rub his face against it  and moves to rub himself against my clothes. He continues for a minute before he decides in his head that I've been scented enough, but before I move he takes the moment to grab my wrist and rub it against his neck.

“Okay I’ll probably be back earlier. I didn't have plans to really stay after this shoot,” I smile as I start to head out the door.

“Tell Chan I said bye!” I walk out the door.

Today feels nice, the sky is still overcast with the late October weather moving into winter.

Pulling up to the set and getting to see the line together was so satisfying and it made me feel like everything was coming together. Fake sets and lighting stood out, waiting to find Johnny, I started to look around talking to some of the makeup artists thanking them for their help. I start to see some of the models dressed and coming on set, one was sitting in the corner quietly flipping through his phone also seemingly waiting for directions on what to do. He has soft round white ferret ears and a tail that slightly curls to be in his lap and he’s wearing the outfit I finished sewing yesterday.

“Hi I'm L/n Y/n, I'm the top designer on this project. I just want to thank you for working and modeling with us,” I say sticking out my hand.

A soft smile graces his full lips as he reaches his hand to greet mine.

“I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”

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five more minutes | luke hughes

summary; I liked this song so it’s a song fic!

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Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek

Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink

Mama's on the porch yellin', "Supper's hot, y'all come and get it"

We yelled, "Five more minutes"

“y/n, luke c’mon you too! Dinners getting cold!” Ellen shouted down the yard to the dock where you both sat watching the fish.

“Five more minutes mom!”

“You can come back out after but you’ve gotta eat!” She demanded and the two groaned, standing from their sports and marching up the garden to the table where everyone else waited for them.

“About time, I’m starving!” Jack moaned, finally able to eat his burger.

“Yeah we had to wait for you Lukey and your girlfriend” Quinn taunted.

Their dad gave both of them a stern look “Knock it off you two, you’re making poor y/n uncomfortable”

You smiled, burger in hand and ketchup smeared on your cheek “It’s okay I’ve got brothers too and they suck also”

The two choked on their food and Jim let out a laugh “She’s funny, I think she’ll fit right in here”

After dinner it was getting dark.

“Mom we’re going down to the dock again!” Luke announced

“I don’t think so you two, it’s late and y/n sweetheart your mom will be wanting you home soon”

“five minutes? Please mom?” Luke begged

“Okay five minutes and I mean it! No chancing it remember you’re still only eight young man” she kissed his forehead and let you go.

At sixteen it was 12:03 standin' at her front door

Katie's dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more

Yellow light flippin' on and off, interruptin' that goodnight kissin'

We wanted five more minutes

“Twelve o’clock you return my daughter Hughes” is what your dad said when luke picked you up for your date.

“Yes sir, twelve o’clock like the past eight years we’ve been friends” he made a playful jab but your dad didn’t laugh

“Well you weren’t dating her then, it’s different criteria now”

Your date was perfect, he’d taken you to the fair and it was just carefree. It was very You.

Luke landed you on the porch at 11:57, before the cut off.

You stood in front of him on the porch, hands cradling his “I had a lot of fun tonight, thanks Lu”

“Anything for my girl” he smiled, brushing the hair from your eyes behind your ears.

You watched his eyes as Luke’s head slowly dipped down and right before he was going to kiss you…

the porch lights began flickering

You both groaned simultaneously

The door opened and your dad mumbled “twelve o three kid, you’re late”

“Five more minutes sir?” He almost begged and you gave a pleading look.

“Fine but I’m deducting ten the next time you take her out!”

At eighteen, turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty-yard line

Just the coach and me after we lost eighteen to nine

And I cried, "Man, next time to get in here, I'll have to buy a ticket

Can't you give me five more minutes?"

They had returned from Florida, unsuccessful once again.

Everyone was moping around and making calls — the calls. Mackie and Duke never even left Florida, Luke and Eddy had to pack their stuff in a box and ship it out to Florida.

Luke found himself at the brunt end of phone calls from Jack, Nico, the organization. He just wanted to breathe.

He found himself in Yost on a Friday night all alone.

He sat in one of the seats, it felt weird he’d never sat here before.

He stared at the ice thinking of all the memories; his first goal, his team, his first hattrick.

“It’s weird to sit alone in the dark you know?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, turning to see you on the concourse.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to grab my camera from the media room I’ve got an interview with Mackie tomorrow about signing that I need it for” you explained, sitting in the seat next to him and dropping your head onto his shoulder.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“The next time i wanna get in here, I’ll have to buy a ticket” he mumbled.

“I’ll get you in, media perks and all that” you joked and he chuckled only lightly

“I’m serious y/n, I feel like I wasn’t even in college two seconds now suddenly everyone’s trying to pull me out I just need five more minutes!” He snapped, frustratedly sitting forward.

Your hand rested on his back and you kissed him shoulder “You’ve got all the time in the world baby, I’m here when you’re ready”

He looked up at you, eyes red and strained “Can we have five more minutes?” He looked towards the ice and you nodded.

You both took off downstairs and got on skates before headed off doing calm laps of the ice, hand in hand.

“I wish we were kids in the dock again” Luke grumbles, turning to face you and skate backwards.

You smile “We gotta grow up sometime kid”

The lights turn on and catch both of your attention. Reggie, the cleaning guy stands ice side “you kids gotta go!”

“Five more minutes?” You ask, a soft smile on your face and he shrugs “Only five! And because you’re my favourite!”

please give us five more minutes?

You sobbed and sobbed into his hoodie, gripping onto him for dear life “Baby I’ve gotta go”

“No not yet” you cried.

“You said that last time, I promise you it’s going to be fine” he pulled you away from his body and looked you in the eyes “you’ll be in jersey with me in no time”

You pouted, sniffling “just give me five more minutes”

“My flights boarding” he states, checking his watch.

You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him and sniffling into his chest “I love you Lu, I’m so proud of you”

“I know love, my biggest fan always but I do really have to go” he urges, pulling you away from his body and holding your face.

You lean up and kiss him before mumbling “You’ve got to walk away now Luke because if you don’t I won’t let you go”

“Okay I’m going” with one last kiss

You step back under Mark’s arm watching Luke walk through the airport and begin crying again. Mark rubs up and down your arm “He’ll be great y/n”

“We just needed five more minutes”

[shimmerystyles]

Mistletoe Makeup - Harry x Famous!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Harry have broken up just before the holidays. You decided that fighting over tabloids and rumours were just corrupting your relationship. Is there still a chance for a reunion before Christmas? Or are you destined for a holiday full of heartbreak.

word count: 3.9K

warnings: angst, arguing and swearing, accusations of cheating (if you blink you'll miss it), a happy ending (pinky promise (;)

You've been keeping yourself busy for days and days now as you had just broken up with your boyfriend, Harry a few weeks prior. He was your person, the one you did everything with as often as you could, so to go from having that outlet to losing it so quickly you tried your best to preoccupy yourself.

You turn the Christmas tree lights on to fill the once dark living room you were sitting in. As sad as you were, the holidays were your favourite time of year.

You've baked enough cookies to gift everyone and their nephews a few for the holidays, you've watched and rewatched Schitt's Creek three times and now, a fourth time.

"Why can't I have a love like David and Patrick, Ellie?" Your cat comes and sits next to you, purring into your lap. You smile and pet her head. "At least you love me, right baby?" She licks your hand once and nuzzles her head back into your lap.

You grab your phone with your free hand and turn it back on, your phone flooding with messages and missed calls you were meant to get back to but just never had the energy to.

One person remained missing from these messages.

Harry.

You knew he was probably going through his own grief but it still hurt that he wasn't apart of the urgency of needing you like the rest of the people in your notifications.

You decide to call back your manager, Maria, seeing as she left dozens of messages for you.

"Y/N? Oh thank goodness you picked up. You have an event tonight, girl. I was nervous that I was gonna have to cancel on them."

You sigh. "Maria, I don't really feel up for an event tonight. I don't feel up for anything really."

"Y/N, I wouldn't be asking if it wasn't this important, honey. I've cancelled carpet appearances and rescheduled meetings for you, but this is an important event. I can't cancel this one."

"Okay."

"Great, I'm sorry honey. Your stylist and team will be up shortly. This is Columbia Records holiday gala. You'll be seated with friends and familiar faces so it'll be a nice environment for you."

You felt your stomach drop. "Is Harry gonna be there?"

Silence filled the other end of the line.

"He will be there, yes. Not seated at your table, to my knowledge. If that's the case, I will call the event immediately and have you moved."

You gulped and breathed out slowly. "I can do this." You say through the phone.

"That's my girl. See you later, honey." The line clicks and you throw your phone across the couch.

"Well, Ellie. So much for finding out if Ted and Alexis get back together." She meows at you and you scoff.

"I KNOW i've seen it three times and know what happens, but let me live okay?" She rubs up against your hand and you smile.

"You're lucky you're cute."

The team came upstairs almost immediately following the call. "Y/N!" They exclaimed, rolling their stuff inside. You wave and smile weakly and your MUA, Marty pulls you in for a hug. "We're gonna make you SO hot babe, don't you worry!"

You sit and take his hand in yours. "Don't worry, hun. We got you."

You close your eyes and let them work their magic. Curling your hair and pinning pieces back. Natural but sparkly makeup. The dress, a red off shoulder sparkly gown with a high slit.

"That gowns too beautiful for me. I don't think I would pull that off." You chuckle nervously.

"Are you KIDDING?" Your stylist, May exclaims.

"May, I'm serious!" You laugh some more at her reaction.

"Baby, you're drop dead GORGEOUS. The dress is wearing YOU." She motions you over to the bathroom to change.

She helps you slip into the dress and turns you to the mirror. "You. Look. PERFECT!" She squeals. You smile softly. You felt beautiful, the most beautiful you've felt in days.

"Thank you, guys. Let's get tonight over with." You flip hair over your shoulder and they laugh.

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The driver parks in front of the red carpet and gets out to open the door for you. You breathe in and out nervously, anticipating the crowd of paparazzi screaming questions at you as you walk.

When the door opens, you hesitate for a moment but his hand extends in to help you.

"Thank you." He smiles and nods his head as you pick up one side of your dress to lift up onto the carpet. You're immediately rushed on and off you went, posing as if nothing was wrong.

The sounds of the paparazzi's were muffled and lights were blurry but you kept composed as you walked from marker to marker as they got their shots. You reached the end of the carpet and immediately sighed and dropped the smile.

Time to face the music.

You enter the venue and are greeted by trays of champagne. You grab a glass and make your way to the seating chart, looking for your name.

Table 3;

Y/N Y/L/N Chloe x Halle + 2 James Arthur + 1 Dove Cameron + 1

You froze as you looked at the table chart again.

Harry Styles + 1

You must've been the +1 that was added to his name but now you were independent on the list. That made you more nervous than ever. You took a couple deep breaths before you heard your name being called.

"Hey, girl! How are you?" You turn to see Dove reaching out to grab your hand. You extend it and she gives it a squeeze.

"I'm alright, Dove. How are you?" You smile weakly. She gives you a sincere look.

"I'm okay, girl. It's looking like you and I are at the same table, shall we?" She opens her arm to hook with yours and you take it.

As you enter the grand ballroom, you stand at the top of the staircase and everyone's gaze goes to you and Dove. You immediately turn your head to her and give her a confused look.

"What are they looking at, Dove?"

"Hun, they're looking at you." She rubs your hand with hers and you shake your head.

"A-are you sure?" you ask nervously. You look out into the crowd and see Harry, mouth open, in complete awe of you.

"Dove, I don't feel so well."

She gives you a nervous look. "Let's get you to the table okay?" She helps you walk down the stairs and to your assigned seats. You wave quickly to all your friends calling your name and throwing compliments out to you. When you reach your table, Dove helps you out.

"Hey guys, where are we seated?"

They gesture you to the seats on the other end of the table, away from Harry.

Thank goodness.

She walks you over to the other side and you both sit down.

"I'm sure it's because you haven't had anything substantial to eat. Hopefully they serve something better than that nasty pollock last year."

The table laughs, but you are too busy staring at Harry, who unfortunately, is staring right back. He breaks the gaze for a moment and you reach for your phone to keep yourself distracted. While scrolling Instagram, you get a text.

Harry: You look beautiful, Y/N/N.

You look up at him and he's still on his phone.

Y/N: No contact for weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?

Harry: I'm sorry, we broke up. I was pretty upset about everything.

Y/N: Even after our breakup, you didn't message me once. Not once.

Harry: That's the thing with breakups, Y/N. You end contact because the relationship you once had, was gone.

Y/N: Look at us, even after breaking up, we're still fighting.

Harry: I miss you.

You look up at him, his eyes pleading for you to say it back.

Y/N: Harry, you know I miss you.

Harry: Then what are we doing?

You sigh, feeling your eyes well up with tears. The first course is served and you take that excuse to drop the conversation you were having with your ex-boyfriend to take in the warm and spicy soup.

"This soup is so good." You say doing a little wiggle as you normally do when you like something and the table giggles at you.

"What?" You laugh back.

"It was cute, your wiggle when you like something, it's adorable." Harry says, everyone agreeing with him.

"Oh." You smile and continue to eat your soup, trying hard not to wiggle but you can't help it and Harry is mesmerized by you.

After all, you were the love of his life. It wasn't hard to see that.

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"That chicken was the best food they've ever served here." Dove says patting her stomach. You giggle.

"Honestly, the soup was the best part. I may dance while I eat a lot of stuff, but not with that." You joke and the table laughs with you.

Harry, hands on his face, listening to you joke and laugh with the table. A small smile creeping up on his face.

You catch his gaze as someone starts another conversation and you smile softly at him. He tilts his head towards the dance floor and you look down at your phone.

Y/N: Harry. What's happening?

Harry: Come dance with me.

Y/N: Is that the best idea?

Harry: Just come dance.

You place your phone on the table and stand up, Harry following. You walk over to his side of the table and he takes your hand softly as you guide him to the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places his hands on your waist.

"So... how've you been?" He asks and you roll your eyes.

"How do you think, H?"

He smiles.

"Miserable, like me."

You nod.

"How did we get here, love? How did we break each other's hearts?" He asks.

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"You're a fucking idiot if you think I don't see the shit they're trying to pull over us." You spat at Harry as you walk away from him. He angrily follows you.

"And you're fucking crazy if you think a stupid tabloid would be true, Y/N. Never in my life have I EVER thought about cheating on you, seems like you're just insecure."

That stung.

"Fuck you, Styles. You're telling me you've NEVER been insecure either? How fucking dare you."

He scoffs. "Yeah, Y/N, I have. I see you with guys on carpets in interviews, hugging and them flirting with you. It hurts me too. But it’s not enough to drive you away from me. I feel like the second I'm seen with another woman, you grow cold and we argue and then this fucking happens."

"Oh so it's all my fucking fault then? I'm the one taking the pictures of you leaving clubs with "mystery" girls and sending them to these fucking paps?"

"I didn't say it was your fault. Jesus, Y/N, why are you acting like this?"

"You have NO idea what it's like to see these stories, made up or not, of you and girls I have no idea about "leaving parties together" or my favourite "canoodling in the back seat of an uber" like HOW am I supposed to take those pictures, Harry?"

He shakes his head. "Y/N, you're being ridiculous. You and I both know when we’re photographed with ANYONE how twisted the stories get. I love you, and only you. Fuck all the other girls I'm photographed with, fuck the paps. You're what matters."

"You just went against everything you just said. You insulted me, you made me feel like I was crazy for feeling anything about the situations I've seen you in and now you want to kiss up to me? No, not happening, Styles."

"And here you are, acting like the fucking hero and I'm the villain. Once again, you're the angel, Y/N. Congratulations." He claps sarcastically and you grumble in frustration.

“You know what? Maybe we need to break up."

The room fell silent. You both stare at eachother, chests breathing heavily after the screaming match you both just had and Harry shakes his head.

"Fine. We’re done."

Harry gathered his coat and hat and walked towards the door, slamming it. You felt your body give out on itself as you fell to the floor, tears falling as you loudly sob into your knees.

There went the love of your life, and your soul left with him.

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"We've been bad for eachother, Harry." You say softly. You feel yourself lean your head into his chest, he brings your arms down to his waist as you hold him in a hug, he wraps his arms around your shoulders. "We're also good for eachother, Y/N/N. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He places a soft kiss on the top of your head before swaying back and forth with you.

"Harry."

You lift your head up and both turn to a woman, hands on hips and Harry looks flustered.

"May I cut in?" She says in an annoyed tone.

"Of course, my apologies ma'am." You let go of Harry and immediately you feel cold. Your warmth was gone. "Y/N-"

"I'll see you later, H."

You walk towards the table and take your seat back with Dove. "Let me guess, ex problems?"

You nod. "We broke up not even a month ago and he already has a new girl. He just fed me more lies" Your voice cracking.

"Oh, honey. She's nowhere near the woman you are. You're exquisite. Trust me, he'll see what he's doing."

You stare at them dancing and talking, your face tensing up. You decide you've seen enough.

"I'm going to get some air." You stand up.

"Want me to come, girl? I'll leave my date here! He's more interested in James anyways." She giggles.

"I'm okay, I just need a few alone. Thank you for everything." You take her hand and squeeze.

"Take your time, girl." She smiles warmly before turning back to the table's conversation.

You make your way towards the exit, maneuvering your way through tables and towards the staircase.

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"Harry, this has to be believable." Erica says nonchalantly as they dance.

"Maybe I don't want this." He tries to look over at you, but you're not in your seat. "This was the labels idea, Harry. We can't make that choice."

Harry looks up towards the staircase and takes matters into his own hands.

"I gotta go, Erica." She stops him. "Go where?"

"To follow my heart, she's not getting away this time."

Except this time, Y/N got away... again.

You had already gotten into your town car and had the driver bring you home.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and frustratedly stomped back into the venue. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath.

---

'But don't you worry, Mr. Styles. There's still one more chance to get Y/N back... patience is a virtue.'

---

As you walk inside your apartment, Ellie prances to you immediately, meowing away as she tries to rub against the sparkly gown you're in. "Sorry, baby. Let me go change."

You quickly change into this, and walk back to Ellie who greets you once again, this time purring because she's not rubbing against sequins. "Sorry, my girl. I know that must've been painful." You pick her up and carry you with her to the couch.

"Well, my love, it's you and me tonight... how do you feel about Elf this time?"

She gets comfy in your lap and you smile. "Alright, let's watch"

You hear your phone ring and you pick it up to see Harry calling. You let it go to voicemail and turn your phone off.

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'Y/N, Y/N, don't you know that your gift can only come when you least expect it? Stop being stubborn and listen to the messages being sent your way!'

____

Christmas came quickly. Holiday dinner after holiday dinner, you forced smiles through them all as you mingled with your family when you'd rather be wrapped up in a blanket, eating your many, MANY cookies and wallowing by yourself. But here you were, in your nice clothes at your parent's house with your brother, parents and grandparents. At least you weren't alone on Christmas eve.

"Y/N, you okay?" You looked over and your brother, Charlie, looked concerned. You simply nodded. "Yeah, sorry. I'm not in a big celebrating mood." He rubs his hand on your back. "Sorry, kiddo. Hopefully the feeling changes soon. I know how much you love Christmas." he shoots you a small smile and you reciprocate it. "Thanks."

You stare down at your phone, the lock screen of you and Harry from your 6 month anniversary. You smile weakly at the photo, trying your best to hide tears. A text pops up and you open it immediately.

Harry: C'mon, Y/N. Please talk to me. I'm going crazy over here.

Y/N: What is there to say, H? Clearly you moved on, I need to do the same.

Harry: You've got it all wrong. Please.

Y/N: I'm tired of fighting, Harry.

Harry: I am too, please let me explain this and I promise I won't bother you if you don't want to hear me out.

You sigh and excuse yourself from the dinner table and walk into the nearby guest room.

-

"You've got 2 minutes, Styles." You cross your arm and start pacing around the room.

"Okay. Erica was the girl who cut in between us at the dinner. Management had her come so it wouldn't look weird of me to show up alone to the gala. I wanted to come alone, but, it wasn't my choice. She was only doing her part in all of this because her career was just starting and she really wanted to kickstart it. What better than to be seen canoodling with Harry Styles. I didn't want this, Y/N. Please believe me."

"Harry. This was exactly like the last time. Girls I don't even know being seen with you and twisting tabloids around, making themselves and you look like the "New Couple of the Year" while I sit at home wondering what's fake and what's real. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Neither do I, Y/N. I only want you. To be around you, photographed with you, going places with you. I don't want these tabloids, but sometimes they're unavoidable. I try my very best to keep to myself but one bad picture can change anyone's POV and create a story. Please, Y/N. I don't want anything else"

"I-I'm sorry Harry-"

"No. I'm not losing you this time."

"That's not your choice to make, Harry. Like you said, this isn't our decision."

"Y/N. Please. Don't give up on us."

"Have a good Christmas, Harry." Your voice cracks as you hang up the phone.

-

You take a minute to compose yourself and walk back out to the dinner table. You take your seat and Charlie notices your sadness right away. He takes your hand and you bite your lips to hold back tears. You nod frantically and he catches on right away. "You're a strong woman, Y/N. You can cry. It's okay."

You sigh and wipe your eyes. "Thank goodness I didn't wear any eye makeup." You giggle and he smiles.

"Even when you're sad, you find a way to lighten up the mood."

You smile weakly. "That's me."

"Well, kids. I think the turkey isn't going to eat itself." Your mom walks in with the last of the trays.

"Alright, let's eat everyone!" Your mom starts passing dishes around when you hear a knock at the door. Charlie gets up to answer it. You scoop some mashed potatoes on your plate and pass it over to your dad, wiggling in excitement over the food.

"Uhhh, Y/N?" Charlie peeks his head back in. "Hmm?" You say pouring gravy. "Harry's here."

You almost drop the gravy on yourself and everyone stares at you. "S-sorry, i'm coming."

You smooth your dress out and walk over to Charlie. "If you need me, come grab me." You nod and he taps your shoulder as you walk into the doorway and see Harry in a beanie, big puffy jacket and snow covering his exposed curls.

"Harry, what in the world are you doing here?"

"I told you, Y/N. I'm not losing you this time. We're going to talk."

You let him in as you see him shivering and he sighs a relief when he feels the warmth hit his face.

"Thought I was gonna freeze, I forgot how cold it gets in New York." He chuckles.

"You can hang your jacket. I'll be right back." You say as you walk over to the dining room. "I'll be just a moment, guys." Your family all nods and continues eating as you walk back to Harry, now showing his big Christmas sweater and black pants. He looked cute.

"Come." You guide him to the living room, and slide the sliding door closed so you had some privacy. "Y/N..."

"You crashing my families Christmas eve dinner wasn't on my list of things I was expecting, Styles." You crossed your arms.

"Y/N/N, just hear me out." You stop and sit across from him.

"I'm listening."

"Okay. I talked to management. I've made myself very clear what I want and what I want, is you."

You unfold your arms as he continues.

"I can't control what paparazzi's say, or tabloids, but I can avoid those things. You mean everything to me and I'll do anything to make sure you're mine forever."

You smile softly. “Okay.” You manage to get out.

“Okay?” His eyes lighten up at your acceptance.

You get up and walk over to sit with him. You stick out your pinky and he looks at you with furrowed brows.

"I want to make a promise to each other. If we see something that bothers us, we talk to each other. We communicate our feelings. We be honest and kind. Pinky promise?"

He wraps his pinky around yours. "Pinky promise."

You stand up. “Also, Ellie’s pretty upset with you so she’ll need her own apology” You look off to hold back your laughter and he chuckles.

“Of course, can’t have my darlings mad at me, can I?”

You smilie and hold your hand out to him. He gets up and you smirk.

"What?" He wraps his hands around your waist. You look up and he looks with you.

"Mistletoe... pretty convenient, don't you think?" You say wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hmmm, i'd say so." He leans in and kisses you softly and you smile in the kiss.

"I love you, H."

"I love you, more. Y/N/N."

You kiss him one more time before grabbing his hand.

"Want to stay for dinner? My mom makes enough food to feed 20 for the 8 of us." He chuckles.

"Of course, I'd love to gas up your mom's cooking." You laugh and take him into the dining room, everyone warmly greeting him as he sits down with your family.

Christmas music plays in the background as you and your family help Harry make a plate. You smile at your family and then at Harry, your heart warm once again.

Now this was the Christmas gift you were hoping for.

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YAY!

Another one down! Holiday!Harry is truly my favourite to write about. That and angsty harry idk whyyyy hahahhaah. i hope you guys enjoy! I have 3 more in my drafts so lets hope I can edit them well enough to post for ficmas! I’m trying my best to write something smutty but i’m not very good at it hehe my next one is gonna be a sad ended one because not EVERY story can have a happy ending, right? hehe okay i hope you guys like it!

love you all<3

#harry styles #hs #holiday!harry #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #imagines #fics #one shot #harry styles holiday imagine #harry styles x famous!y/n

[trolls-confessions]

okay it's copy-pasted from my notes do it's a bit all over the place, but.... here's what i've got do far:

socmed au:

1) everyone's in their mid 20's - early 30's (present time,). back in highschool, the snackpack was this big group of not really popular kids, but noticeable enough. poppy, guy diamond and creek were basically highschool royalty and they let it get to their heads just a bit (as teens do)

2) branch (autistic, as previously stated) just kept to himself and didn't talk much, he had a lot going on at home; grandma was sick and his brothers fought a lot. idk how the american school system works but let's say branch had the same schedule as creek.

5) so Teen Creek takes it upon himself to teach Teen Branch a lesson. sorry, help him "integrate to the class with a positive attitude". he interrupts branch when he participates in math class ("showing off much, mate?"). he bumps into branch on the hallways and makes him drop his things ("sorry, you're so quiet i didn't see you there"). branch is looking sad one day and creek loudly asks if it's because of his parents divorce, his grandma's illness or his brothers leaving for college ("i'm just worried about you man :(").

6) he sees branch look at poppy once (1) and tells him LOUDLY it's rude to stare at girls ("people don't stare like that"). branch is tapping his foot during class and creek LOUDLY complains how it's very rude to the teacher ("you're distracting the whole class, how could you be do inconsiderate?"). branch brought a fidget spinner once to class and creek "borrowed" it and never gave it back. creek "asked" branch (again, loudly) why doesn't he look at people when they're talking to him, it's very rude!! he also tells branch to smile more, bc his grumpy face makes it hard to talk to him

7) every comment Teen Creek makes is loud, in the middle of the classroom/hallway/cafeteria with the full intention of gathering as much attention as possible. eventually it works, people start distancing themselves from branch bc he's "rude, creepy and weird".

9) fast forward to the present. Adult Branch moved cities, he now owns a mechanic shop (idk i want him to work with machines/cars); he's not famous but he has a few regulars and often does handiwork around the neighborhood. he didn't keep contact with anyone from highschool, he talks with his brothers sometimes but that's about it. it's the only reason why he has social media at all.

11) so one day he's just scrolling through twitter and sees one of his neighbors share stuff about Autism Awareness Month. he goes to the comments and... wouldn't you know it. is that creek??? Highschool Creek?????? commenting positively on a post about autism????????

13) so, in a feet of rage he starts typing a VERY long thread exposing every single time creek bullied him during highschool. but it's not just empty words, he has RECEIPTS: creek used to text him and delete his messages, but not before branch could take a screenshot. he posts all of it, tags creek and then goes back to work.

14) branch checks his phone later that night and it's CHAOS. he gained a bunch of followers, people are quoting his thread with their own experiences and he's got a BUNCH of dms and dm requests. there's also texts from his brothers freaking the fuck out and a lot of missed calls. and some texts from CREEK.

ITS PEAK ITS PEAK ITS PEAK ITS PEAK

#answer #branch #Creek #Socmed au anon #Long post

[skatingthinandice]

i was tagged by @sirtadcooper - thank you so much, i love these things! 💛

tag someone you want to know better and/or some of your besties

favourite colour: it's been yellow ever since i was a kid, but also blue

last song: one from my rinch playlist - i think it was not alone by red - for a gifset i've been making

last movie: don't think i've watched one since the last time i did one of these, so it's still master and commander

currently watching: strictly come dancing, the persuaders, taskmaster, rewatching person of interest and doctor who

other stuff i watched this year: tv wise i can remember death in paradise, 911, the witcher, ghosts, schitt's creek, obsession, ted lasso, and the mandalorian. film wise, seven kings must die, some of the mission impossibles, charlie's angels, murder on the orient express and death on the nile, glass onion, dungeons and dragons, red white and royal blue, and barbie

shows i dropped this year/didn't finish: haven't yet watched the last season of the mandalorian (and may not), and sex education (but definitely will be doing!)

currently reading: nothing at the moment, waiting to see if anyone gets me the latest richard osman book for christmas lmao

currently listening to: every carly rae jepsen album on repeat basically, it's pretty much all we listen to driving home every weekend

currently working on: i've just finished my rinch gifsets, so next up will be another ripper street one to hurt me and @remembertheskittles

current obsession: my ariadne/dion fic is living in my head rent free rn. i know it's meant to be written down, but uhh the trouble with that is once you've finished a sentence, you have to write another one... but the vibes are impeccable

tagging some recent-ish mutuals if you want to do it: @roamingbadger @ourgraciousqueens @nyssalovescience @lllostgirlll @litallusion @aurora-boreas-borealis and @fidelias

#tag games

[cherrybvmbx]

Vada camping with R and encountering a brown bear.

The Misadventures of Camping with Vada

(just a little comedic relief oneshot with Vada and Fem Reader )

Warnings:Mediocre writing, Mentions of Weed

“Y/N??!”

 

Her voice rang clearly as you were pitching the tent.

 

“What V? I can't stop now. I have to get the tent pitched before the rain comes rolling in. Which, by the way, reminds me to scold you. I told you to check the weather before we left.”

 

Vada whined in the background, trying to get her attention.

 

Y/N, NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO WORRY ABOUT THE WEATHER OR THE TENT WE HAVE BIGGER FISH TO FRY, I MEAN MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH EMPHASIZE ON MUCH BIGGER THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT.”

 

Y/N chuckled wryly.

 

“V I told you to lay off the weed. It's not doing you any favors; you're probably just seeing sh*t. After all, I don't hear anything, and this tent won't pitch itself.”

 

Vada tugged and tugged at Y/N's sleeve.

 

She finally finished pitching the tent and turned to face Vada. She gently swept a piece of hair behind her ear.

 

“Now what's the matter, V? What's the bigger fish we have to deal with?”

 

Vada huffed in annoyance and made a gesture to the wilderness.

 

Seriously, V, you knew it was in the woods. This isn't camping in yours or Mia's backyard; this is backwoods camping. The real shit.”

 

She glanced around the wooded area, but nothing caught her eye. She huffed in annoyance and grabbed the wood to start a fire.

 

V, where did you get your weed from? I've seen you behave all wonky because of this shit, but this stuff seems to be laced.

 

Vada huffed 

 

“Some kid in the parking lot. It's not out of the norm. You know, Mia says that this kid is trustworthy. Mia also said that I should just relax and trust her instincts and my own, and you know that I know that she has yet to fail me!”

 

She sent a knowing glare at the short girl. It wasn't jealousy; it was just pure annoyance at how oblivious and naive Vada is and how trusting she is. It was cute, but it would also likely be her demise.

 

 

 

Perhaps you should sit down or maybe wind down in the tent... for now, and I'll get you when I find it to be suitable.

 

Vada whined at the girl and begged and pleaded for her not to set her to the side.

 

 

“Please Y/N I'm not a child; I wish you wouldn't scold me like I'm one, and I wish you wouldn't place me to the side either. I'm not completely dumb; I can contribute to this camping stuff like fetching sticks or leaves. Is that what you need?”

 

She couldn't help but raise a brow at her.

 

“V? The fire is already going, and what in the hell would I need leaves for? If you want to help, you can use the bucket I brought and go straight forward to the creek side to fetch some water.”

 

 

Vada grabbed the bucket, muttered under her breath, and headed down the path she was instructed to go down. She kneeled down, scooped up some water, and sat by the creek as she watched a school of trout swim. She was entranced by how they swam in a group.

 

Suddenly, she saw a cute baby cub. She slowly approached it and went to pet it, because how many opportunities do you get like this? A loud growl filled the air. A mother bear and a bunch more cubs came to the corner. She was feeling threatened. She stood on her hind legs and snarled loudly. She drew her arm back to go and swipe at Vada, causing the stoned but small girl to quickly bolt with the bucket in her arms, water splashing everywhere.

 

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!!!!”

 

She was panicking. She dropped the bucket and dived behind Y/N.

 

The more resourceful girl turned to look at Vada.

 

“What did you do, and what did you see?”

 

Vada pointed toward the direction where the mother bear decided to come from.

 

Y/N shrieked a bit, scooped up Vada, and booked it into the car.

 

“YOU ANGERED A MOMMA BEAR?!

 

The bear aggressively shook the car.

 

Causing the girls to yell in panic.

 

The girl reached into the backseat and grabbed a bear-repellent spray. She cracked open the window in panic and sprayed at the bear, causing it to run off. She laid over in Vada's lap.

 

“How did you somehow manage to get us nearly killed by a bear?”

 

Vada shrank back in the seat.

 

“It wasn't intentionally Y/N? I just wanted to pet the cute baby bear. Can you blame me? I mean, it was cute and fuzzy like a teddy!”

 

She sighed

 

“You are literally going to be the death of me.

#vada cavell #vada x reader #x reader #reader insert #jenna ortega #female reader

[sgt-morgan]

High-Ho Silver 🛻

Summary: Joel and Ellie pick up a very interesting stray. Maybe Joel

Likes her, maybe he doesn’t.

Warnings: Violence of the cannon typical variety, death of a child, tears, but some fun stuff too.

A/N: man… I’m obsessed with this show bro.

Masterlist

Joel and Ellie picked you up in the middle of nowhere, riding solo in a ford F-150 without a care in the world. At first? They didn’t trust you, but after saving their asses, and shooting a clicker in the head to save Joel it made them a bit more amiable to the company.

You were a strange ray of unwavering sunshine. Nothing seemed to kill your vibe, and when Ellie told you they had guns and food? Well shit, nothing could have been more appealing. You liked traveling with them, you liked their bickering, their reluctant ‘Lone Wolf and Cub shtick. It was refreshing. It filled a void you hadn’t known you needed refilled. By way of the weeks you spent with them you learned that yeah, Joel had a soft side. He was soft for Ellie. Puns and gun safety seeming to be the way he expressed it. He just didn’t have softness for you, and while you would like softness, it wasn’t necessary, so you let Joel be.

Joel was about as welcoming as shit in a cake. He was abrasive to say the very least, and every move you made seemed to be the wrong move. It was more than likely because he didn’t trust you around the kid, which you understood. So you made nice with Ellie, which only succeeded in possibly pissing him off more somehow, but you didn’t care. If you weren’t gonna make two friends, you’d at least make one.

“So, you know our names, but you never told me yours!” Ellie said one day, happily munching on more canned ravioli while you munched walnuts you had stripped from a tree and roasted. Tossing one at Joel every once in a while to piss him off a bit, and to subtly share. You noticed he had eaten every one that had landed in his lap, so you kept doing it, cherishing the giggles it provoked from Ellie.

“Well darling little Ellie my name is- get this- Ellie.” You gasped very dramatically and nailed Joel in the forehead with a walnut.

“No… fuck you. No way.” Ellie chuckled.

“Yeah, it really is, it’s short for something.” You shrug, eating one more walnut and dropping them in Joel’s lap to go refill your canteen in the nearby stream.

“Well? What’s it short for?” Ellie scrambles after you to the lake, and you shake your head with a laugh.

“Oh no, you’re not getting that outta me.” You giggle again, and Ellie groans, flopping to the ground. “In the mean time, my name is El and you are Ellie.” You bop her on the nose with a finger and she snaps at you playfully. “Oh no zombie lips! You biting me may have unintended consequences.” You shove her face and she falls in the river and you laugh harder.

“Quit making a racket, you’ll draw attention to us.” Joel muttered from over near the truck. You rolled your eyes and helped the kid out of the creek.

“Alright you big dick, we’ll play quiet.” You smile at Ellie with a wink, and from behind you Joel rolls his eyes.

Everyday you seemed a little further from cracking Joel’s shell. He was like a brick wall. Tall, tough, and impenetrable without a way in. So you looked for a way in. From then on you cracked jokes with the kid, shared all your supplies, you share drive time. You do your best to reach him behind that terrible wall you saw him hiding behind, but he was an impenetrable fortress. You knew why too. Ellie told you, something about a little girl named Sarah, a woman named Tess. He had lost everyone. You knew the feeling.

“So, what about you inferior Ellie? You got a family?” Ellie asked one day, Joel was supposedly ‘resting his eyes’ but the snores told you he was sleeping. You were driving closer towards Wyoming, or wherever you were headed, and the girl was making small talk. This question though, shit, this one was almost too personal. You decided to answer it anyway.

“Uh, yeah. I had a family.” You nodded. “They were… everything. My husband and I were High school sweethearts. Me and Mikey? Oh man. We won prom king and queen and everything. Then boom, outbreak, what a way to end Freshman year of college huh? We made it though, we were doing ok on our own in a cabin in the mountains. Then we’ll, then I find out, I’m pregnant in the middle of the apocalypse. Terrrrrrrible timing for one of our condoms to be faulty, but things happen.” You shrug, taking a drink from the water bottle you had mixed with a coveted pack of powdered lemonade. “So we do our best, no plan B’s no doctors, my decision might have been different had I had those, but probably not. We decide to keep the baby, but that we’re not equipped enough for that, so we go for a QZ. In the meantime? We imagine our baby as a little girl who looked like Mikey, and we make our way to the QZ. We were almost there, making good time, picking out names, it was fine. Then, we’re attacked by a clicker in an abandoned building. To attempt to save my life, Mikey shoved me back and into a splintered shelf, it was an accident. I’m skewered through, losing a lot of blood, and most likely the baby right then and there. Mikey, uh. Mikey killed the clicker, then he marched us the last two miles to the QZ. they check me, I’m good, they check Mikey and… he’d been bitten.

They shot him directly in front of me. I, uh. I got patched up, and two days later I was certain my baby was gone.”

“Oh. Wow I-“ Ellie started and you shushed her with a smile.

“It’s ok kid. I’ve made peace with it for the most part. I told you cause- if it was a girl? I guess- I guess I imagined her to be a bit like you.” You pulled over and swiped a tear while she wasn’t looking. “I gotta take a piss. Too much of a good thing and all that.” You shook your bottle at Ellie and left the truck.

You were tracking towards the woods and Ellie stared in shock. Once he was sure you were gone, Joel’s eyes opened. He looked in the back towards Ellie, who seemed stunned. “Is she gonna be okay?” Ellie blurted, staring at your back as you walked away.

“I… I don’t know. I’ll go check. You go and scope the gas station for snacks. Maybe you can find something good.” He groans and trudges towards the woods. When he finds you, you’re staring the water blankly, there were tears streaming down your face, and you were rubbing at your side, at a scar he’s never seen and he can imagine what it was. He walks up to you and you swipe at your tears rapidly and go to stand.

“I-I’m sorry I woke you. Just needed a break. Figured we would grab some gas and keep going from the-“ you were cut off by him pulling you into a tight hug, and then you sobbed. You were there for a while, just letting Joel hold you. This hadn’t happened in a while, one of these fits. He held you the whole time though, telling you you’d be ok. Stroking your hair and holding you until the sobbing slowed and you were just sitting there in Joel’s lap. “‘M sorry.” You sigh, half exhausted.

“Don’t-“ Joel sighed. “Don’t worry about it. I get it. I get it.” He helped you to your feet and wet the end of his shirt in the stream, wiped your cheeks and led you back to the van. When you saw Ellie, Joel noticed you visibly brighten, you smiled and waved. Joel was once again completely astounded by your resilience.

“Well Ellie Belly? Find anything good?” You grinned ruffling the kids hair as you helped her put her new finds in the truck, including a highly celebrated over box of tampons. He didn’t get it but it made you both happy so he let you celebrate. Then you loaded up and started driving. To Joel’s surprise? You were good again, sunshine and rainbows, as if you really hadn’t just had a mental break in the woods, he thought it was for the kids be if it but you really were ok, but the most shocking of all was the hand that lay on his thigh. It rested there without fail, and he wasn’t sure anymore if he ever wanted you to move it again. You’d been on the road for a while, comfortably listening to Hank Williams for about the 100th time, when Ellie spoke up.

“Oh wait! I found another tape!” She scrambled at her backpack and pulled out a tape and handed it to you with a grin.

“Oh Ellie, my brilliant sweet summer child. You have found a masterpiece.” You kissed the tape she handed you and popped it directly into the tape deck.

“What is that shit?” Joel muttered, turning up the volume a bit.

“Oh baby, Joel it’s the Oakridge boys.” You laughed and suddenly he was subjected to what he considered the greatest concert he could have hoped for in the apocalypse. You knew every word, and it made him grin despite himself. Leaving Louisiana, Trying to Love Two Women, Bobby Sue, Y’all Come Back Now Saloon, all of it.

“Fucking shit, if I had known you were gonna be this annoying I never would have brought it back.” She was trying to huff, but the barely suppressed giggled were not selling it for him.

“Oh my dear girl, but it’s time for the best song of all, and I think I’ll finally tell you my name.” You laughed manically, then the song started playing and Joel cackled. Ellie looked stunned

“Oh shit you broke him.” Ellie laughed and then you started singing.

“Ellie? It’s nice to meet you, my name is Elvira.

Eyes that look like heaven

Lips like cherry wine

That girl can sho nuff make my little light shine

I get a funny feelin’

Up and down my spine

Because I know that my Elvira is mine!” He grins at your joy and starts mumbling under his breath.

“Elvira! Elvira! My heart is on fire, for Elvira!

Giddy up! Ooom poppa ooom papa mow mow

Giddy up! Oom poppa ooom papa mow mow!

Hiiiigh ho silver! Away!”

It went on like this until you and Ellie passed out. Joel sat for a bit after, watching you both breathe. The peace of it filled him with glee, made him smile. He kept driving, and enjoyed the calm that accompanied knowing everyone you care about is safe, then he thought to himself. ‘Hey, maybe this found family thing ain’t half bad.’

#joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel miller #last of us #last of us hbo #joel miller fluff #joel #joel miller fic #joel miller x oc #ellie the last of us #last of us game #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedrostories #pedro pascal #Spotify

[cherrifire]

[Treebark week] Day 7 - Past

[Martyn] Statement of Ren Diggity Dog and Martyn InTheLittleWood, regarding their shared domain. Statement taken directly from subjects erm- it was July 22nd, 2022 before the world went to hell. Audio recording by former Archivist, Martyn.

(Takes place after day 5 but before day 6)

Word count: 2022

[Click]

(Barking from a small dog)

[Ren] What is it, Obi?

(Pause)

Uhh... Martyn! Martyn, there's a problem!

[Martyn] (Distant) What? What's wrong?

(Footsteps)

[Ren] Would you rather I tell you or drop it in your hands?

[Martyn] If it's anything like the last thing you put in my hands, no thanks. Not a huge fan of fangs in my cookies Ren Dog.

[Ren] (Laughter) Dude, I couldn't see them! Sunglasses, remember?

[Martyn] Don't lie to me, Ren. You knew exactly what you were doing.

[Ren] No matter, you're getting distracted! Here, just- just listen.

(Silence filled by the gentle sound of a tape recorder turning)

(There's static for only a moment)

[Martyn] Is that...

[Ren] Yeah...

[Martyn] I hate these things...

[Ren] Should we give it a statement?

[Martyn] Oh man, it's been a while since I've done that. I don't know Ren...

[Ren] Maybe it'll help. Especially since you can't give me nightmares about it anymore. The recorder wouldn't be here if it wasn't important, right?

[Martyn] I guess so... I don't think my connection to The Eye is strong enough to compel so if you start to ramble like you always do, it's not my fault.

[Ren] (Laughter) That's fine, dude. Now say your archivist words.

[Martyn] Oh geez, you're really putting me on the spot- alright.

Statement of Ren Diggity Dog and Martyn InTheLittleWood, regarding their shared domain. Statement taken directly from subjects erm- it was July 22nd, 2022 before the world went to hell. Audio recording by former Archivist, Martyn.

[Ren] Shall I start?

[Martyn] If you want.

[Ren(Statement)]

When I woke up the day everything changed, I couldn't see anything.

At first, I thought you were just doing something in the other room so I wasn't scared. I never am. Whatever you do with The Dark is not really my business. So I just ignored it, and tried to go back to sleep. I heard creeks in the floor and distant screaming in the hall but that was pretty normal for your rituals. Nothing I hadn't slept through before.

I did find it strange that it was happening in what would have been early morning. You would think for an entity called "The Dark" I expected to only see you do that stuff in the dead of midnight. But I wasn't going to question it. Not when your circumstance was so... unique.

I hadn't realized something was wrong until I started to get this strange sense crawling up the back of my neck. A familiar shiver. It was the same feeling I used to get when you were head archivist. When you would listen to every detail, observing.

It shocked me to my very core, pulling me out of my bed to look for answers. Something was very wrong and I wasn't just going to sit there and let it happen. On the way through the hall, I tripped on pretty much everything in our apartment. It's really annoying how much junk you leave on the floor, y'know? Despite the mess, I found your room eventually.

I don't know how to explain it, but your room felt darker somehow. The entire place was engulfed in a pitch black but your room... it wasn't just blocking out the light. Your room was absorbing and extinguishing it.

I called your name into the empty room but you weren't there.

In that moment, I was hoping that if I couldn't find you, I could at least find whatever was making me feel like your ghost was haunting me. Because I knew it was you. Or at least related to you? The bizarre mix of darkness and watching was just too similar to be anything else. So I started looking through your things.

And for the record, Martyn has the messiest room I've ever had the displeasure of searching through. Even if there was something I could have found in there, I don't think I could have in the void we like to call Martyn's room. I tripped on discarded laundry, ritual junk he just refuses to put away, and a ton of anime books he can't even read anymore!

[Martyn] First of all, it's called manga.

[Ren] Whatever it is, you need to clean it off your floor!

[Martyn] And for the record, I bought them before I lost my eyesight so I don't see the issue. Pun intended.

[Ren] For the record, I'm rolling my eyes.

[Martyn] For the record, you're getting off-topic. You can complain about my organizational skills once The Eye- or whoever is sending these tapes- is satisfied with our statement.

[Ren] Well, if I must continue I'll do it... for the record.

[Martyn] (Laugh) Get on with it.

[Ren] (Laugh) Alright, Someone’s impatient.

I didn't find anything. But the longer I searched, the terror itching under my skin started to grow stronger. At some point, I stopped looking for whatever was causing the darkness and instead started looking for you. Or well, any sign to tell me where you went. Or that you were still alive. It took a while, but I found a single piece of long fabric I immediately recognized as your bandana. 

Now, I know you hate it when I use my abilities to track you down. Something about really hating feeling like prey. But in my defence, I hate being left in the dark and I was really starting to panic. You never go out without your bandana. So I thought it might have been a cry for help. Something you left behind for me to find and use to hunt you down.

In some cases, I'm glad you left it. Though, in the moment, I was pretty peeved I had to find my way out of our apartment completely blind.

[Martyn] Oh no, how tragic for you.

[Ren] I’m choosing to Ignore Martyn's sarcasm.

The darkness stretched out into the complex hallways and stairways. I swear if I closed my eyes, nothing would change. It was all black anyway. Keeping a hand on the wall and walking slowly helped keep me on a steady and calm path. Yet, I felt something sink into the pit of my stomach when I reached the stairs. The anxiety of falling down with no one around to hear was creeping into my mind. But it was nothing compared to the ever-growing terror of losing someone special to me. So I pressed on.

[Martyn] Aww, Ren, that's really sweet of you to say to me.

[Ren] I was talking about Obi, dude.

[Martyn] I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

[Ren] Your thing is literally listening!

[Martyn] Do you hear that Obi? I think it's the sound of a huge liar.

[Ren] Said the biggest liar on the planet.

[Martyn] How dare you-

[Ren] How dare you interrupt my statement, again.

[Martyn] For your information, it's actually our statement. Not just yours.

[Ren] Then why don't you tell the friendly tape where you'd been when the freaking apocalypse started, hm? I'm sure you'd love that.

[Martyn] Actually- it's okay, please continue.

[Ren] Thank you.

Climbing down the stairs was rather stressful but otherwise simple and easy. I was worried for a moment that they might go forever. That I had been the unlucky guy to get stuck with at least 3 entities messing with him at once.

But I could feel The Hunt dragging me closer to the mark. The target's scent danced in the air and I felt their fear along with it. At that point, I had forgotten who the target was and just found myself getting lost in the adrenaline of another hunt. Something more familiar to drag me out of the dark.

A foolish part of me expected it to be brighter once I stepped outside. I wanted to feel the sun on my face and in my fur. But when I desperately busted out of the apartment complex, all I felt was the taste of something rotten in the air slowly getting closer and choking itself in my lungs. The sound of a howling wind without an actual breeze to accompany it.

When I stared up into the sky, it stared back.

But I found you. In the middle of the street, staring straight into the pupil of it. You were trapped in some sort of trance, speaking into the sky as if the eye was listening to you. You just kept talking. Words about misery and destruction spilling out of your mouth, unending.

When you stopped, you silently slipped a pair of sunglasses onto my face and everything returned to normal. At least, it looked normal. I had trouble adjusting to the light of the sun at first. But our street looked the same as it always had. The sky was actually quite beautiful.

You said something about everything being okay before taking me back to our apartment.

I still don't... I still don't understand what happened. Or what is happening. I still feel like I'm being watched. A shiver constantly on the back of my neck. I've just been... trying to ignore it.

(Static)

[Martyn(Statement)]

The Archivist calls it The Age of the Beholding. I call it The End of All.

An entire change to reality itself along with all who inhabit it and brings nothing but inevitable destruction. A playground and slaughterhouse for those we can not comprehend. Listen close to the howls of agony on the breeze and helplessly behold as people crawl and scrape and dig for an ounce of freedom.

But of course, you can't see it, can you?

There's no need to survive here as whatever watches over our suffering ensures we don't die. Not really. Some may find themselves lucky, placed within a domain where it comes to an end, as all things do. But not us. We, among most others, will be kept alive to be feasted on within our domains. Our fear fuelling their ever-expanding hunger.

But what's there to be afraid of? I have you and you have me. There's laughter and joy within our walls so there's no need to look beyond the curtains. It's safe here, of course.

I moved hell and Earth to protect my partner. A pair of sunglasses keeping him blissfully ignorant of the world outside. Unaware our gardens are made of blood and bone. Our home is shrouded in the black of night today but I keep it at bay. He'll never know what crawls under our floorboards and in our walls.

But he knows I'm hiding something from him.

"It's better this way," I say.

Neither of us can see the amalgamation of our abilities stalking the halls. A monster of our own creation, our predator. The shadowy hulk hunting the both of us but in turn can't see us either. But I know you hear it too. It snarls and growls deep in what we pretend is night. Feel it breathing heavily down on the back of your head.

Yet we ignore it. Keep your eyes closed and discard them. I couldn't stop the apocalypse so pay it no mind. I can't fix the world so let me keep the one we made.

This is what comfort feels like, right? Or perhaps it's just been long since either of us has felt a sense of true Solace. The fear of losing what we've made, of losing each other, is ever-present. Preventing us from ever feeling truly at ease. It's only a matter of time.

After all, this is our domain. We are both the creators and it's only prisoners.

(Static fades)

[Ren] Martyn? You there my dude?

[Martyn] I'm... I'm sorry, what happened?

[Ren] What happened is you scared the living heck out of me!

[Martyn] Oh geez, did I space out again?

[Ren] Yes! Started talking non-stop and I couldn't pull you out of it.

[Martyn] I'm sorry man, if I could stop it, I would.

(pause)

You still can't hear a word I'm saying when I do that, right?

[Ren] Not a word. It's incredibly creepy, dude.

[Martyn] That's good. It's better this way.

[Click]

#treebark #treebarkweek #adventreebark #adventreebark2022 #the au is meant to be /p but could be /r if you wanted #cherri.writes #decided I wanted to do one more TMA AU piece for this event :) #I've never posted a fic before so I hope you guys like this one

[modern-inheritance]

The Meadow WIP Start snippet

Seems I can only write when I'm on my rushed lunch break now. There are ideas and plans for more of this already in my head, but no urge to put them down since I finished work. I'll try again tomorrow, but for now, here's what's down for the ambiguous afterlife fic (likely to be heavily edited again later to hone in on the lore/Dream State stuff that I want to keep/discard/research brain chem for.

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A meandering beam of golden light drifted in from the tent flap. Arya frowned, following its lazy path across the packed dirt. That wasn’t right. She controlled her environment here, locked away as she was. She hadn’t summoned this…thing. 

Perturbed, Arya stood from the roughly hewn camp stool and paced after the light, brow furrowed. It juddered and jumped as she approached, darted around like an excited kitten before shooting through the tent flap yet again. A glow suffused the split in the cloth where absolute darkness, the pain and fever and poison had gathered just…how long? Before? 

Fucking time. She didn’t know if she wanted to learn how to grasp it again. If she lived anyway.

The light was warm. Arya reached out a hand and trailed her fingers down the line that separated her from the rest of her body. It didn’t feel like it did before. Whatever was there now…it wasn’t….

A low hum filled her consciousness. Soft. Inviting. 

She pushed through. 

Sunlight warmed her skin. She realized she was laying on her back, eyes closed, the sun bright through her lids. Everything smelled of grass and pine and wildflowers, the gentle burble of a creek not far off.

A cool shadow passed over her face. Arya cracked open one eye, then opened both. 

That foolish grin hovered upside down over her. She could feel his forearms framing her by her ears, the tickle of his shaggy hair on her forehead. The motes of green and gold in his hazel eyes around the void of his oddly slitted pupils seemed to swim with mirth. 

Arya wasn’t even surprised at this point. “You’re dead.”

Fäolin pulled up slightly, a pout playing at his lips. “Owch! Hurtful!”

“But true.” Arya pointed out. “I knew you were going to say that. You’re not real. Not anymore.”

The other elf rolled his eyes, the mischief returning to his grin. “Yes, I’m dead. There.” He let his face dip down, the brush of his lips against her forehead eliciting unexpected sparks. She actually felt that. That wasn’t supposed to happen. “I’m dead. But I’m real. Promise.”

The exchange was, overall, very odd. Arya tried to categorize it in her mind, go through myriad of things Glen had warned her about the Dream State and told her about what it could manifest. “This…isn’t a memory.”

“Nah, not really.” Fäolin crossed his legs and dropped her head into his lap. His mate, former mate, squirmed slightly, muscle memory and instinct to get comfortable and close to him momentarily overriding her rational thought in the dreamscape. “You’re safe here, though.”

“I must be getting really bad.” Arya shooed Fäolin’s hand away when he tried to smooth away her troubled frown with his thumb, like he always did when they were alone. “Brain’s firing off…. Shit, I must be dying.” She couldn’t figure out if the thought made her relax or if it made her want to leap up and punch something. She settled on something in between, crossing her arms over her stomach to try and tamp down on her nerves. “Sorta nice not to feel it this time. Want to fight it, but here….” 

She stopped. Where…where was this? What memory was it? She had to stay tethered, couldn’t bank on finding her way blind.

Arya propped herself up on her elbows and looked around. “What is this place?” She wasn’t really asking the Fäolin apparition. That’s what it had to be, some neurons sensing impending death and fever cooking her alive. The dead stay dead. “Where the hell am I?”

Fäolin scooted forward again and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Again, tingling and not-unpleasant arcing raced across Arya’s skin. “I thought it’d be nice to see it again.” He nodded out in front of them, smile gentle and eyes soft at the memories. “Don’t you remember it? The meadow?”

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #modern inheritance #the inheritance cycle #ket's modern inheritance cycle #the world of eragon #modern inheritance stories #arya #arya drottningu #faolin #fäolin #mic wip #wip #the meadow wip #the meadow #snippet #snippets

[grimoireofhayley]

HAIL TO THE KING, BABY

Chapter One:

Pairing: Ash Williams x Fem!Maxwell!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Takes Place: Ash vs. Evil Dead

Rating: M for Mature Audiences, 18+ ONLY

Warnings (Whole Story): Huge Age Gap, Sexual Content/SMUT, Graphic Descriptions of Gore, Violence, Swearing, typical Evil Dead stuff and Slurs (It’s Ash, C’mon).

Summary: You are Kelly’s fraternal twin sister. Your looks may be similar, but your personalities couldn’t be any more different. You were calm and collected, the one who makes rational decisions; the twin who graduated from Harvard. Kelly, on the other hand, was short-tempered, a highschool dropout, the other twin who makes decisions based on idiocy. Though, one evening, you decided to make the long drive to Michigan to give her a visit, but ended up shit’s creek instead.

A/n if you have any better names for the Fanfiction, let me know, lol.

Stepping out of your vehicle, you sighed, pulling your arms above your head and stretched, a satisfying crack sounding throughout your eardrums.

“Mmph.” You moaned, feeling your muscles relax, contorting back into their position from being bunched up during the thirteen hour drive.

You shut your door with a bump of the hip, clicking your car keys in the process, locking it.

Smiling, you jogged towards the entrance, excitement glinting in your eyes and the automatic glass slid at the motion of your presence.

Glancing around the store, you spotted a middle-aged man; his hair was charcoal-like and slicked back, his sideburns were trimmed and white, easily contrasting with his coiffure. He was broad-shouldered and surprisingly buff for his age.

Squinting your eyes, you managed to make out his nametag, “Ashley?” You mumbled, reading it quietly.

“Now take these lightbulbs to the back and don’t break ‘em.” You heard a shorter-older man speak, annoyance dripping from his words.

“Okay, Mr. Roper. Right away, Sir.” Ashley spoke, bringing his hand up to his forehead, saluting Mr. Roper.

He tsk-ed at the reply, but walked away.

You grinned, taking long strides towards the male ahead of you, but stopped, seeing as he was picking up the lightbulbs. “Oh, boy.” You winced, seeing that the top of the box was opened.

As if on cue, Ashley swung it over his shoulder, not realizing that it wasn’t sealed and the bulbs fell, clattering against the ground and shattered.

He dropped the box, shock smearing across his chiseled features. He looked around frantically, shh-ing no one in particular; a reflex on his part.

You stifled a laugh, seeing Ashely waltz across the broken mess, grabbing the broom and pushing millions of shards under the stockholder.

Quirking a brow, you looked around for a garbage bin.

“Bingo.” You silently cheered, seeing a bin close by.

You gripped the handle, wheeling it towards the negligent worker.

“Here you go.” You smiled, interrupting his hasty cleaning.

“Oh, thanks!” Ashley grinned, resting his non-wooded hand on the broom. “You are?” He asked, eyeing you up and down, a small smirk toying at his lips.

“(Y/n).” You mumbled.

“I got this…” A tanned man suddenly spoke, catching you off guard, gently moving the garbage bin away.

You smiled, nodding at him, then looked back at Ashley.

“Pablo!” Ashley bellowed.

You folded your arms together, unintentionally giving your bust a lift.

Ashley noticed, his thick brows arching, a pleased smile tugging upwards.

“Good news.” Pablo spoke, his moustache wiggling with each movement of his lip. “I got some turkey burgers, you know, we can grill and watch a little Monday Night Raw tonight?”

“Ah, tonight’s bad.” Ashley stated, “I mean I just came in to get my breast— I mean check..” He shook his head, snatching his eyes away from your plumped boobs. “‘Cause, uh, I may need to skip town.” He blurted, not sure if he should have said anything, avoiding both yours and Pablo’s gaze.

You tapped your foot, “Um, I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation, but uh, I’m looking for Kelly Maxwell?”

“Kelly Maxwell? My neighbour Kelly Maxwell?” Pablo asked, staring at you.

“Yeah, she’s my twin.”

“Kelly has a twin!?” Pablo shouted in disbelief.

You slowly nodded, rubbing your forearms.

“No offence, but you don’t look like twins.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

“None taken, we’re actually fraternal. Nothin’ similar about us, well, maybe the nose and mouth, but that’s it.” You began, “And the fact we shared a womb at one point.”

You giggled, a blush tinting your cheeks.

Ashley looked down at you, his heart skipping a few beats as the sweet sound of your laugh erupted from your esophagus, reiterating around the walls of his ears, making a permanent home in his mind.

In that moment he forgot that there was evil out there, that there were deadites hunting him and that the necronomicon wasn’t in the back of his car, waiting to be snatched up.

He gulped, feeling the palpitations becoming stronger as your laugh grew louder, especially at the cheesy jokes that Pablo was spitting out.

His breath hitched as he heard his name fall from your plush pink lips, “I’m sorry, what?” He flushed.

“Can you take me to Kelly, Ashley?” You asked, fluttering your lashes, your (e/c) eyes growing bigger.

“Eh-hm, yeah, she’s working the register right now.” He coughed, clearing his throat, placing his carved-hand at the slope of your back, gently leading you towards your elder-twin.

#ash vs evil dead #ash williams x reader #Ash Williams x Fem Reader #Ashley Williams #Evil Dead #Ash x You #fanfic #Fanfiction #ash williams #evil dead army of darkness #army of darkness #Evil dead 2 #kelly maxwell #pablo simon bolivar

[scorpiongrassfield]

Theo asks you to walk with him 

Start | Prev | Content warning for transpobia and major character death

“Of course,” you agree. 

He smiles again, still hollow. 

He walks to the front door, and you follow. Pat hesitates, trying to stand without disturbing Concrete. 

It doesn’t work. The cat skitters off their lap and off into the kitchen. 

Lap free, Pat follows you and Theo out of the house. 

Theo leads you out into the woods in a familiar direction.

Once you realize where you’re headed, you drop back to whisper to Pat: “Is it safe for him to go there? He won’t… you know…” 

Pat shrugs. “I don't think we could stop him.” 

They've got a point. Theo seems... kind of determined.

“It… looks like summer here,” Theo marvels. 

“It’s been summer for a while,” Pat reminds him. 

“Oh. It was spring last time…” Theo says, surprised as he surveys the verdant greenery around him. 

“Summer is almost over, now,” Pat says, a gentle sorrow in their tone. 

“So it would seem…” Theo says with a sigh. “I won’t see another winter, will I?” 

He doesn’t wait for an answer, continuing towards the creek like it’s magnetized. 

It’s a little difficult for you and Pat to follow him, as he is unhindered by any of the obstacles in his path, while the two of you have to avoid tripping on tree roots and snagging on bushes. 

Eventually you get there, though. 

Theo is standing on a flat rock, looking into the stream. 

“It was an accident, wasn’t it?” 

“We weren’t there, Theo. We have no way to answer that. Do you think it was an accident?” Pat asks. They keep their tone soft and low, like they’re trying not to spook a startled animal any further. 

“It… had to have been. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t leave me like that if she knew,” Theo says, like he’s trying to convince himself. 

“Do you remember what happened that night?” Pat asks. 

“I don’t want to,” Theo says, shaking his head. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“I don’t. I can’t,” he says, shaking his head again. His voice sounds rough. You think he’s holding back tears. 

You move to stand next to him. “It’s okay, Theo,” you soothe. You put a hand on his arm, a comforting gesture. 

It was a mistake. 

Your vision whites out for a moment, and when your sight returns, you are no longer standing next to Theo. 

“Where are you going?” A girl asks. 

“Somewhere calm. I think it might help,” you say. It’s not your voice. It’s Theo’s. 

“I don’t need to calm down, I need mom and dad off my case,” the girl complains, crossing her arms. 

“Ah. I will just… go by myself then,” you-as-Theo replies. He continues walking into the woods. A similar walk to the one you just took. 

“Hey! We’re not done talking!,” the girl says, chasing after Theo. 

“Okay. We can talk as we walk. You said you’re having trouble with Mother again?” Theo says evenly. 

“No shit. She’s so annoying. There are more options for me than just going to school or becoming a house wife, for fuck’s sake,” she complains. 

“I thought you wanted to go to college?” Theo asks. 

“Not for business. That stuff is so boring. And it’s not like I need to go to school to learn how to sing. I already know how!” She whines. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to learn a little more though, would it?” Theo says, tilting his head to the side. 

“Ugh, you’re so dumb. Of course you don’t get it,” the girl huffs. 

The two of you reach the creek. Theo stands on the flat rock and looks out into the water. 

“This is what you wanted me to see?” the girl asks, indignant. 

“It’s nice. I find it… calming. And beautiful,”Theo says with a shrug. 

“Yeah yeah it’s very nice. It’s stupid to come out here when it’s getting dark though,” she says. 

“I know the way back. And we have flashlights. I just thought…” he pauses, unsure of what to say. 

“You should really stop trying to do that, Dot. It doesn’t suit you,” the girl snaps. She kicks a few loose rocks into the water. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” is all Theo says. 

The sound of the creek fills in the silence. 

“So. You’re having trouble. Did you come here to ask for advice? Or just… complain?” Theo asks. The question is genuine. 

“I don’t need your advice, I already have a solution,” the girl says. 

“Oh?” 

“If you come home…” she starts in an expectant tone. 

“Ah. I’m sorry. You know I can’t do that,” Theo says, cutting her off. 

The girl rolls her eyes hard. “Ugh, don’t say that. It would be so easy for you to come home and you know it.” 

Theo rubs at the back of his neck, seeming uncomfortable. “It really wouldn’t.” 

“Yes it would,” the girl says, throwing her arms out in frustration. “All you have to do is stop pretending to be a boy and apologize for your little college stunt, and I’m sure they’d be happy to let you come back,” she says, like Theo is the dumbest person in the world for not understanding. 

You want to wince, but Theo doesn’t. He just… droops. Not surprised, just sad. 

“I don’t… I can’t,” he says, his voice soft. 

“I don’t even know why you insist on doing all this anyway. It’s not doing you any favors. You have no friends, your family hates you, you have no dating prospects… you’re practically a crazy cat lady already, and you’re not even 30!” she says, her voice rising as she picks up steam. 

Theo closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“That all may be true, but… I want to live as myself. I don’t want to be what other people decide for me. I think. I think you should be able to understand that,” he says. There’s a bit of an edge to his voice. Like a fire waking up from the embers. 

“Oh that’s rich. It’s so not the same thing as me wanting to be a singer. I’m good at being a singer. You can barely pass for a boy,” she laughs. 

“Courtney. If you’re going to insult me, I’m going to ask you to leave,” he says, sharper. 

“Oh no,” she says, mocking, “You’re going to ask me to leave, that’s so scary.” She laughs again. “Why don’t you make me, since you’re such a big strong boy,” she says, shoving at Theo. The rock is slick with water, but he manages to stay upright. 

“No, Courtney. I shouldn’t need to use force to get what I want. I don’t need to hurt people to be listened to. Unlike you,” he says. It’s the most unkind thing you’ve heard him say. But you aren’t sure you disagree with him. 

Courtney’s laugh turns ugly. “You’re such a bitch,” she curses. 

“No, I don’t think I am. I think it’s very reasonable for me to be upset when someone I care about is unkind to me,” he says, his voice rising in volume as he goes on, “You on the other hand, invited yourself to my home with the express purpose of being cruel to me, insulting me, and asking me to give up my life so that you can go have fun chasing your dreams.” He stands taller, and takes a step closer to her. “I think that you are being an incredibly rude brat, and I think that I want you to leave and not come back until you’ve realized you can’t always treat me like dirt, okay, Courtney?” he says, almost shouting by the end. 

Courney seethes. “Oh fuck you Dorothy. I was doing you a favor but it looks like you don’t deserve my help. Die alone for all I fucking care,” she says, shoving Theo as hard as she can. The rocks are slick, he loses his footing and falls, his head hitting a rock hard. 

Theo is face down in the creek, unconscious and drowning. 

Courtney has already run off. She didn’t look back once. 

Theo may be unconscious, but you are not. The sensation of drowning is familiar to you by now. 

“Okay, are you two going to stare off into space like that all day, or…” Pat shouts, and you’re pulled back into the present. 

You’re standing next to Theo with a hand on his arm. 

Pat is looking between you and Theo, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Theo is blinking back tears. “I… I just said I didn’t want to. Why did you do that?” he half-sobs. 

You pull your hand away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize- I had no idea that would happen,” you apologize. You were just trying to help him. 

“I’m missing something. What happened?” Pat asks. 

“I think I made him remember how he died. All of it,” you say. 

Pat winces. 

Theo is still crying. “She was right. I did die alone,” he whispers. 

You rack your brain trying to figure out how to salvage this. 

“You aren’t alone now,” you say. 

He just looks at you. 

“It’s true. You might be dead, but you aren’t alone. We’re friends, aren’t we? And you have the people at the diner, they’d care they knew you were dead. And Concrete still loves you just the same as a ghost,” you say, grasping at straws. 

Theo sniffles. “I… I suppose that’s true,” he says. 

“You’re a good kid, Theo. We’re sorry this happened to you,” Pat adds in. 

Theo is still crying, but it seems like he’s winding down. 

“I… I’m not sure why I wanted to come out here. It just seemed… right…” he says. 

“It happens. Ghosts that remember how they died are typically drawn to the place,” Pat explains. 

“Oh. I really am dead... I. I don’t want to be dead,” he says. 

“We all gotta go sometime, though,” Pat says. 

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

Just yelled at some 10 yr old brat in a fucking maga hat for throwing fireworks at people.

I'm pretty sure it was harmless stuff but it's hot and I'm annoyed and that kid had been doing my head in all day. He was throwing fireworks at people when I was out walking my dog earlier and now he'd moved on to a few girls of around his age.

But there are a lot of apartment buildings around here so the echo is fucking annoying.

If he's still there when I walk my dog later, I'm drop kicking him into the dirty creek next to my building.

#Don't fuck with me when I'm in a bad mood #Yes I'm officially the mean old lady now #But idgaf