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pucksandpower · 8 months

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I have an idea for the Grid Kiiiiiids. They all try to start teaching their sister to drive a kart 🥹 up to you how old she is when they start lol but you know Max and Charles especially want that girl in a kart ASAP

Grid Kids: Little Racer

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the grid kids can’t wait to take their sister karting

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Lando looks particularly proud as he rubs his hands together. “Alright, we got the best present for her. Trust us, she’s going to love it!”

George nods enthusiastically, “It’s honestly the best thing ever. A bit of an investment for her future, you know?”

Max, trying to hide a grin, chips in, “And it’ll give her a head start in racing.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously, “What did you boys do?”

Charles can barely contain his excitement. “Just open the garage and see!”

You slowly make your way to the garage with growing trepidation, the grid kids practically bouncing on their feet behind you. When you open the door, there, in all its glory, sits a shiny new kart, complete with racing stripes and a custom-made helmet with your daughter’s initials.

Your jaw drops. “She’s one! She can barely even walk! What is she going to do with a kart?”

Lance, looking a little defensive, offers up ideas, “Well, she can ... sit in it? Look cute? Take photos for Instagram?”

George chimes in, “It’s never too early to get them started, right? I mean, she’s got the genes for it.”

“Think of it as a ... decorative statement piece for now? Then, in a few years, she can actually use it,” Mick suggests.

You can’t help but chuckle at their over-the-top enthusiasm. “You guys ... she’ll probably be more interested in the cardboard box it came in than the actual kart itself right now.”

Lando pouts, “Well, when you put it like that ...”

You laugh, “Thank you. It’s a very thoughtful gift. But we’re going to have to save it for when she’s a bit older.”

Max smirks, “By a bit older, you mean like five, right?”

You shake your head, exasperated by your impressively stubborn sons but always grateful for how much they love their sister. “We’ll see.”

***

Four years later, the sound of shattering glass pierces the quiet night. In an instant, you’re on your feet, grabbing a baseball bat from the corner of your room. Sebastian, equally alarmed, snatches up a table lamp from his nightstand, wielding it like some sort of medieval weapon.

As you both stealthily approach the main room, you hear muffled whispers.

“Why did you have to step on the vase, Max!” George hisses.

“It was dark! And Lando pushed me,” Max retorts defensively.

Lando protests, “Did not!”

You round the corner, brandishing your bat and glaring at the intruders. “What are you doing in here?”

The grid kids freeze like deer caught in headlights, Lando holding a giant Happy 5th Birthday balloon, Charles cradling a shiny new helmet, and Mick holding a small cake with five candles.

Max tries to salvage the situation with a sheepish grin, “Well, you did say she could start karting when she turned five. We just wanted to be the first to take her.”

Lance points to the clock on the wall that now reads 12:03 AM, “Technically, she’s five now.”

You sigh, lowering your bat, a smile slowly forming. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Sebastian chuckles as he puts the lamp down, “At least wait till morning. And next time, maybe use the door? You all have keys for a reason.”

Charles grins brightly, “Where’s the fun in that?”

Lando glances at the broken vase and nudges a shard of ceramic with his toe. “Sorry about that. We’ll get you a new one.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Just ... go home. We’ll see you at a more reasonable hour.”

Mick winks with a cheeky smile, “How about 7 AM? Sounds reasonable to me.”

You groan, ushering them out. “Go, before I change my mind about the karting!”

As the door closes behind them, you and Sebastian share a laugh. The grid kids never fail to bring some chaos into your lives.

***

The morning sun is just starting to peek through the curtains when you hear the soft hum of engines outside your window. Rubbing your eyes, you sit up and glance at the clock. 6:57 AM. “Seriously?” You mutter under your breath.

The doorbell rings and the soft hum now sounds suspiciously like the familiar excited murmurs of multiple voices.

You throw on a robe and head downstairs, opening the door to find the grid kids, all in their race suits, clustered on your front porch. Behind them, a trailer holds the tiny kart, polished to a shine and adorned with a large bow.

Max declares, “Told you we’d be back!”

Charles holds out a tray of coffee, “We brought reinforcements.”

George steps forward, a picnic basket in hand. “And breakfast! We figured that after all the excitement, you might be hungry.”

Lando bounces like a hyperactive puppy. “So, is she ready? We’ve got the whole day planned out!”

Sebastian, now also at the door in his pajamas, chuckles, “Let the poor girl wake up first.”

Mick is holding a small helmet and gloves. “We’ve got everything she needs.”

“We even have a little race suit for her.” Lance shows off the preschooler-sized suit, complete with the German flag and her name. “We got it customized and everything!”

You can’t help but join in on their enthusiasm. “Alright, alright. Just give us a minute to get her up and ready.”

The grid kids cheer, high-fiving each other.

As you head back inside, Sebastian wraps an arm around your shoulders. “You know, for a group of the most elite drivers in the world, they sure get excited about kiddie karting.”

You smile back, “That’s what makes it all the more special.”

***

You tiptoe into your daughter’s room, finding her sprawled out on the bed among a sea of stuffed animals. Sebastian follows closely behind, his excitement barely contained.

“You do the honors,” you whisper, motioning to the tiny alarm clock on her nightstand.

Sebastian nudges the clock and it lets out a soft rendition of a race car engine revving. Your daughter stirs, her little eyes slowly blinking open.

“Vroom vroom,” she murmurs drowsily, pushing herself up with a yawn.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greet, brushing a stray hair from her face. “Ready for your big day?”

She beams, “Karting day?”

Sebastian chuckles, “That’s right! And you’ve got a whole pit crew waiting for you downstairs.”

Her eyes widen in excitement, “Brothers are here?”

You nod, “Bright and early. They couldn’t wait.”

She practically jumps out of bed, “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Downstairs, the grid kids are in a frenzy of activity, making last-minute checks on the kart, packing snacks, and discussing strategies.

“You sure she doesn’t need a quick racing line tutorial?” Lando asks, pointing at some scribbles on a whiteboard.

Max rolls his eyes, “She’s five, mate.”

“Exactly. The perfect age to start,” Lando retorts.

Your daughter giggles as Charles lifts her onto his shoulders, “Look at you, future world champ!”

George hands her a small helmet, “Safety first!”

She tries it on and it slips down half of her head.

“Maybe we’ll adjust that,” Mick chuckles, helping to resize the straps.

Once everything is packed and ready, the convoy sets off for the track. Your daughter, sandwiched between Lando and George, is treated to a hilariously exaggerated commentary of their drive.

“Watch that apex! Oh no, a dramatic overtake by that ... minivan?” Lando narrates, making your daughter giggle uncontrollably.

At the track, the grid kids swarm around, setting up the kart, unloading equipment, and securing the area.

Lance kneels in front of your daughter. “Now, remember, it’s all about having fun, okay? But also ... don’t crash.”

She giggles, “Okay, Lancey.”

Charles takes her hand, leading her to the kart. “Ready to hop in?”

She nods eagerly, and with a little help, she’s seated and ready.

With the helmet securely in place and the engine purring softly, she looks up at you and Sebastian with big, excited eyes.

“Remember, slow and steady,” you call out, giving her a thumbs-up.

She revs the engine, and under the watchful eyes of her brothers, begins to kart for the first time.

As she makes her way around the track, the grid kids cheer raucously and even get a bit teary-eyed. The sight of the little kart zooming around, driven by your fearless daughter, is a memory none of you will forget.

When she finally finishes her laps and the engine dies down, the grid kids rush over, lifting her into the air in celebration.

Lando, panting from excitement as if he were the one driving, declares, “Best. Day. Ever!”

Your daughter is grinning from ear to ear. “Can we do it again tomorrow?”

Sebastian pulls you close as you watch your children make plans to kart together soon. “Looks like we’ve got another racer in the family.”

Your heart melts when you see the look of pure joy on your daughter’s face as she’s surrounded by her brothers. “Formula 1 better watch out.”

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kaonarvna · 6 months

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Every now and again, I remember that my disability (EDS) isn't invisible, actually. People are just uncomfortable when they can see it. People don't want to see it. People like to ignore it. Other people just stare at it, and don't even look at me. All they see is a pile of bones and fascia and something to pity.

I've worn a shoulder brace the past week, because it subluxed horribly a week or so ago. Still healing. Visible.

I always have compression sleeves on my arms, full coverage. Bicep to wrist. Visible.

I have soft braces and compression kit for every joint imaginable. Visible.

I'm covered in KT tape. I've worn it on my goddamn face after a jaw sublux, for that little extra support and proprioception help. Tape. On the face. Very visible.

The people I've worked with for years are used to it by now, the good ones, at least. They don't remark when I take a minute to stretch. They know I'll say something if I'm not okay. They know I'm in a constant state of variable dysfunction. They've seen enough, they're used to it.

But then there's people who aren't used to it. People who see me stretch on the ground, watch in discomfort, then they ask someone else if I'm okay. I can hear them quietly mutter it to other staff. I hear them go, "oh, he does that". I can see their discomfort with me (just existing as I need to exist). I can see the discomfort in these new people who aren't accustomed to bodies with slightly different needs, and it's a visceral reminder of being "other". I wonder, how terrible and scary and different I must be, for them to not even have the fortitude to ask me themselves.

And then there are the new people who see it and ask too many questions. The ones who go "but you're so young!" as though my connective tissue has a concept of social expectations for people under (arbitrary age). They go "but you look great!" as though I'm not covered in bruises and held together by tape (nevermind the implication that the disabled must look "bad"). They go "but you never call in!" as though I'm not often two seconds away from doing so, before the fear of losing my job sets in.

...and these are the ones who seem to wish not to see it the most. The ones who ask questions like I should be on display, and as soon as the conversation ends, so does my disability. They'll ask the same questions the next time, and the next time, and the next. It always ends with statements of pity, or something pity-adjacent. If I'm "lucky", they might even make an inappropriate comment about how I shouldn't be working, or sex must be "interesting", or act like I'm some eldritch horror that shouldn't exist.

And I'm reminded of the training I was once made to sit though. A ninety minute training, where you sit and watch the PowerPoint for ninety minutes in a too-small plastic chair, while someone reads the PowerPoint. The presenter started with a cute little "haha I know it's long, feel free to get up and walk around, or stretch".

I did.

I got up, walked myself to the side well out of the way of the tight chair lines, and laid down to stretch (a good spinal twist, loosen things up).

And she stopped the presentation.

She asked if there were any first-aiders present.

She was going to keep going on and on, until I heard someone say, "oh, he's fine, he does that." and a few "that's just (name), he does that". She started apologising profusely, waffling about how she thought there must have been a medical emergency, how people don't usually get up. She seemed baffled by the mere concept that someone would actually need to get up, and couldn't sit for ages. Her statement was entirely performative and insincere.

Today, after the day was effectively done, I laid down on the clean, carpeted floor in my classroom to just...be horizontal for a moment. Find some way, any way, to get my lower back to move and function and not feel like it was being clawed apart from the inside. Relieve myself a little, so I could finish the day without abject misery. And this very-new member of staff sat on the other side of the room, presumably watching me. When I got up, she asked very quietly, "Is something wrong with you?" and all I had the energy to say was "I'm fine". I'm tired of explaining my body. I'm tired of explaining my needs. I'm tired of justifying taking care of myself.

Someone recently told me "You're very brave. I think I'd rather die than live like you."

I didn't respond. I didn't have the energy to break down that she'd effectively told me I should die. I didn't have the energy to tell her that it's not bravery to live "like this".

It's my only option.

I know nothing else.

And I'm just tired. And hurting.

I'm grateful for the few good ones, the ones that are used to it. The people who have stopped asking me if I'm okay when I stretch, or need a little break, or get out the tape and scissors.

They know I'm not okay. That's why I'm on the ground. That's why I'm checking my range of motion, or feeling a joint, or holding pressure on a digit that's come undone. I'm not okay, and I'm trying not to get even worse.

I'm not okay, actually. I'm never okay, and that's fine. I'll never be your version of "okay", and that's fine. I've no choice. Thank you for knowing that I'm not okay, but that that's normal, and that if something was seriously, horribly wrong, I'd do something. Thank you, for just going about your business and talking to me as normal when I'm taking care of myself, instead of sprinkling eggshells on the ground for your own personal crunching.

I'm just tired. I'm visibly disabled if you look for ten goddamn seconds. I'm a person if you look for twenty. I'm a fetish if you just keep staring and staring and asking about my body like you're entitled to my flesh. I just want to sleep for more than two hours without my body waking itself up to remind me it hurts. I'm so tired.

#hypermobile ehlers danlos #ehlers danlos syndrome #ehlers danlos zebra #chronic pain #chronic illness #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #spoon theory #spoonie #vent post #vent #invisible disability #Heds #Eds #knv writing

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orqheuss · 6 months

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Snake Charmer

(Ominis Gaunt x F!Gorgon!Reader) Fluff? World building? Set up? Who knows tbh. It's a story.

Summary:

Ominis could hear her pulse quicken as she stilled. Everything else in the cramped space fell away, leaving just the two slytherin’s, each one with their own morose history that has been broadcasted for all the world to hear. Two peas in a pod— two sides to the same coin— two scales on the same snake. *** Why was everyone so interested in the new girl? Ominis Gaunt was about to find out.

Word count: 3.8k

AN: because I wanted to write a story about Ominis and a Gorgon falling in love

Ominis was sure he was going mad. In fact, he was positive— some point between the end of his fourth year and the beginning of his fifth, he had gone absolutely batty. That was the only logical conclusion to the fact that he was hearing voices at all hours of the day.

It started the day the new fifth year won in a duel against his best friend, Sebastian. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was moving at the same pace it always did: introduction to the new spell, practice on a small object, practice on a larger, vaguely person shaped object, and then finally a duel between each pair of students to prove their mastery. This day, though, took a different turn than what the young blond was expecting. Ever since starting at Hogwarts, Sebastian Sallow was Ominis’ dueling partner; there was never any question about it. It became such a habit that no one dared approach the pair once Professor Hecat announced the beginnings of the school sanctioned battles— you would never see one Slytherin without the other. So, when Hecat decided to pair the new fifth year with his best friend, well, it could be seen quite plainly that Ominis was not happy about the matter.

As the duelists took their positions across from each other, the blond haired boy leaned against the nearest wall, a distinct look of annoyance turning down the corners of his lips and narrowing his eyebrows into a straight line. Most people would consider the look on his face a pout— not that anyone would ever dare at mentioning this to the boy. Ominis Gaunt did not pout, and he certainly did not scoff under his breath at the sound of his friend joking around with the new girl. What a preposterous idea. He wasn’t jealous, don’t be absurd.

Though, it was nice hearing Sebastian get knocked down a peg by someone who had never held a wand in her life up until that point.

Once the class was over, all Ominis wanted to do was slump himself into the Undercroft and take a well deserved nap. His head was pounding, and the near constant whispers of his classmates about the new girl were driving him up the wall. He couldn’t help but make snarky remarks in his head, quietly laughing to himself at the ridiculous questions his classmates were mumbling.

“Why do you think she wears that head scarf? I wonder what’s under there.”

Hair, probably.

“Did you hear her accent? Where do you think she’s from? Certainly not around here!”

Ten points to Ravenclaw for stating the obvious.

“Did you see how she was looking at Sallow? She just got here and already thinks she can take the most attractive boy in our year. The nerve!”

Sebastian has the emotional range of a teaspoon, but best of luck!

“How could you even tell where she was looking? I couldn’t see a thing through those glasses of hers! Why is she wearing shaders inside?”

Bold style choice, but alright. Not that he could really judge, of course.

“Do you think she’s blind like Gaunt? Great, another person I have to make sure I don’t trip over.”

That statement got his attention. Could she be blind like him? He didn’t hear any echolocation charm on her wand, nor did he sense a seeing eye animal or a cane around her. A very small part of him warmed slightly at the idea that he wasn’t alone in his struggles anymore. He craned his head more to the side, trying to catch more of the gossip as everyone began to file out of the classroom.

“No, she can’t be blind. It looks like she can get around just fine on her own— no charm blinking on her wand or anything. Still quite weird, though.”

Ominis’ shoulders sank minutely at the news, the warmth in his chest freezing over once again. He sighed to himself before pushing away from the wall, deciding to just let his body carry him to the Undercroft on autopilot while he stewed in his thoughts. Sebastian was off talking to the new girl, so he would likely not be joining him until well after his next round of Crossed Wands later that day. Normally he would join the boy, cheering him on from the sidelines with the rest of his fawning fangirl club, and he was about to turn in the direction of the clock tower when the brunette’s voice broke through the haze.

“Suppose I could interest you in some unsanctioned fun?”

Well, if his new best friend was going to be there, then he wouldn’t miss Ominis’ presence all that much.

Just as the blond had resigned himself to an afternoon of solitude, another voice came through the crowded musings of his classmates.

“Gods, I’m starving.”

A completely mundane statement, one that had likely been uttered by half of the class as they left, but something about the voice drew him in. It was low in tone, like they were trying to hide their voice instead of projecting it to their friends, and had a slight hiss to it just under the words like the person was speaking through a mouthful of fangs. Ominis paused in his steps just outside the doorway, his ear turned towards the classroom as he tried to find the voice again. All he found was silence and the tiny ticks of professor Hecat’s dark magic detectors.

Shaking his head, he leaned away from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind puzzling through what just happened. He must have been imagining it, he thought to himself. The voice hardly sounded human, let alone familiar. Must have just been a trick of his mind, he had slept terribly the night before so it was logical he was just tired. Rounding the corner towards his secret alcove, Ominis stepped through the clockwork door to the Undercroft and began to climb down the winding staircase, hopeful that a bit more sleep would do him good.

Fortunately, he had a lovely nap on the chaise lounge he conjured. Rather unfortunately though, the voice persisted. Morning, noon, and night he heard that incessant hissing tone in his ears, each day getting louder and more bold with what it was saying. First it was small things, things that most people would think to themselves throughout a normal day.

“Where’s the bathroom in this place?” “My head itches.” “What I would give to take a nap right about now.”

Normal things. But then, the statements started to get a bit…odd.

“There’s something under my scale!” “He was rude, I want to bite him.” “I can hear a mouse somewhere. Can I eat it? Please?”

While Ominis was tired of hearing the random, grating voice slither through his ears at a constant rate, he was happy to report that he no longer thought he was going mad. The voice belonged to a snake— that much he was sure of. But, where was the snake? Did it know he could hear it? How was it somehow always in his vicinity?

That was the question that was currently keeping him up at night.

Everything culminated one faithful day when he next had Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was lecture, and much like the rest of his classmates, he bemoaned having to sit and listen to professor Hecat go on and on about some unknown entity or creature that he could never encounter for the rest of his days. It wasn’t that she wasn’t a good teacher, far from it! But, much like any professor in the castle, she was not immune to the dreaded monotonous lecture voice.

Upon entering the classroom, the first thing Ominis heard was Hecat’s voice speaking in hushed tones to someone. He would never admit it outloud, but the boy was dreadfully nosy. Honing his ears in the direction of the whispering, he caught on to her tone first— caring, soft, gentle, words that normally wouldn’t be found within one hundred feet of the professor— then the tail end of her words.

“—if you are uncomfortable with today’s lesson, please know that you can leave at any time.”

An equally soft voice replied in turn, a hint of uncomfort lacing their words. “Thank you, professor. I appreciate the sentiment, but I will be fine. It is not the first time I have been a part of such a lecture.”

Ominis stilled in his seat, the hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention when he recognized the voice. It was the new girl again. Merlin, it seemed she had everyone wrapped around her little finger, even the formidable Dinah Hecat!

It wasn’t that he had a problem with the new fifth year, in fact she had been quite nice to him when they met in the common room, it was just that all the rumors surrounding her made her sound a bit big for her britches. First she beat Sebastian in a duel, something no one has done since he started going to Crossed Wands and honing his talent, then she invites him to Hogsmeade with her and suddenly a troll is hellbent on clobbering up the street? Not to mention all the other things Ominis had heard about: taking out Ashwinder camps in her spare time? Flying all over the sodding Scottish Highlands and getting into all kinds of trouble against the Ranrok Loyalists? Sneaking into the restricted section with Sebastian and earning him another bloody detention, because what, she batted her eyelashes at him and he folded like a cheap suit? Who was this girl, and why did trouble follow at her heels like a pack of hellhounds? No, Ominis didn’t have a problem with her, he was suspicious of her, and the fact that the voice started soon after she got here certainly didn’t help.

The blond sat back in his seat, arms crossed across his chest and a befuddled look clouding his expression as the professor took her spot at the front of the room, tapping her wand on the rickety old chalkboard and writing out the subject of the lecture for today.

“Today, class, we will be discussing Gorgons, another creature traditionally deemed mythological but in fact walks among us magic folk unseen. Though, they very rarely make the journey across the sea to our backyard.”

Ominis’ eyebrows narrowed more in confusion as he thought about Hecat’s words to the new girl. Why would she be uncomfortable with this lesson? What secret was she hiding that was related to Gorgons of all things? He tuned back into the lesson, hoping to answer some of his questions.

Professor Hecat paced around the room as she talked, taking strides up and down the lengths of desks and weaving through her collections of artifacts from her time as an Unspeakable.

“Gorgons, or ‘gorgos,’ meaning ‘fierce, terrible and grim’ in Greek, are inherently female creatures with snakes for hair and the ability to turn anyone who meets their gaze into stone. Many of you are likely familiar with the myth of Medusa, the only mortal Gorgon that was callously slayed by the Greecian hero, Perseus. But, there are two other Gorgons known in history: Stheno, the mighty or strong, and Euryale, the Far Springer.”

The room was bathed in silence as Hecat paused in her speech, giving the class time to take notes on the creatures. Ominis sat still, his mind awash with possibilities for why the new girl would need to be excused from this lesson. Her accent was Greek, that was for sure. Could she have a history with Gorgons? That wouldn’t make sense, though. Many students have had run-ins with the creatures discussed in DADA, but they were never offered to skip that lesson. So, why was the new girl so special?

A sharp, insistent sound shook the blond from his thought spiral, causing him to wince at the volume suddenly ricochetting in his ears. A terrible hiss filled the room, slithering throughout the encompassing space and echoing off the tall, vaulted cathedral ceiling. It was haunting, eerie, constant, like the creak of the floor in an abandoned house or a busted pipe in the middle of the night when you’re the only one home. A shiver ran up Ominis’ spine at the sound, trying desperately to block it out while also listening to those around him to see if they heard it too. He heard no whisperings, but with a quick flick of his wand, sparking the wood to life, he could see the silhouette of his classmates looking around like they were trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Ominis relaxed slightly, relieved that he wasn’t the only one hearing the incessant hissing.

His relaxed posture only lasted for a moment as a voice suddenly cut through all the noise, low and dangerous like a rattlesnake's tail in the tall grass. It was similar to the snake he had been hearing, but different somehow— richer, more human sounding. Ominis’ heart stilled in his chest when he recognized the cadence, knowing it intimately from all the times he spoke it while living at home. Parseltongue.

“Be quiet. Everything is fine, no one is going to hurt us.”

At once, the hissing stopped, shrouding the room in a blanket of silence once again. Dread began to curl its way around Ominis’ chest at the understanding of what that meant— what that could mean for the future of Hogwarts in general.

Someone in the room was a parselmouth like him, and he would bet all of his galleons on it being the new girl.

But, what did she mean by “no one is going to hurt us?” Who was “us?”

The professor continued her lecture, drowning the never ending list of questions permeating in his mind that seemed to grow longer by the second.

“Gorgons are the children of Phorcys, a primordial sea god, and Ceto, a sea goddess, who happen to be brother and sister.”

A snicker came from the back of the classroom, followed by the voice of none other than Andrew Larson, the class’ resident moonmind. “Purebloods know all about that!”

Hecat leveled him with a glare, not an ounce of amusement present in her tone as she spoke. “Must you make that joke whenever we talk about Greek history? I dare say it wasn’t funny the first handful of times you’ve said it, Mister Larson.”

Ominis could almost see the embarrassment on Larson’s face when he stuttered his reply. “Um, n-no, professor. I j-just meant—”

“We all know what you meant.” She silenced him quickly, her smirk present in her voice. “Now, back to what I was saying. Phorcys and Ceto had a large family together, including the Graeae, the trio of elderly sisters that share an eye, Echidna, a being of half-human, half-snake, Ladon, a fearsome dragon who was tasked with guarding the golden apples of the Hesperides, and Scylla, a woman with dog-headed loins. Because of Ceto’s reputation for giving birth to terrors, each larger and more colorful than the last, she became known as the “mother of sea-monsters.” Ominis could feel Hecat’s eyes linger on him for a moment, her speech stilling slightly as she took in his deeply puzzled expression. “Of course, among those children were also the Gorgons.”

The aging professor continued, her steps ebbing and flowing around the classroom like a steady stream. “According to myth, Medusa did not begin life as a Gorgon. She was Ceto’s only mortal born child— human as any other babe. Some even say she may have been of magical nature, like all of you in this very room.”

The blond slytherin heard Hecat’s steps falter for a moment, the soft swish of her hand running along a desk off to his right. He craned his ears in the direction, his wand picking up the movement as he tried to discern the student that the former Unspeakable was paying special attention to. The silhouette of a girl filled his mindseye, her form slumping down slightly in her desk as she tugged lightly on the scarf wrapped around her head. Ominis’ frown stretched deeper across his face at the realization that the professor was checking on the new girl, again. What was so special about her? Why was everyone so enraptured by her presence? She didn’t seem all that remarkable when in the school building at least. She was just mysterious. He was mysterious at first, but the fascination with him soon dwindled as his peers realized he was the same as everyone else.

So, the slytherin pondered, why was she still the talk of the halls?

Why was Hecat teaching this lesson?

Why was it important for a group of pubescent teenagers to know about something that existed across the ocean from them?

Ominis had more questions than answers, and each one confounded him more and more by the second.

“Medusa was a devout follower of Athena, the goddess of wisdom, handicraft, and war. One night, while praying to her goddess, she captured the attention of Athena’s brother, Poseidon. He appeared to her, intent on taking what he believed should be ‘his.’” Hecat paused, her stony gaze sweeping across the classroom as if challenging anyone to so much as breathe too loud. “He took her there, in the temple, leaving her on the floor as she sobbed and prayed to her goddess for forgiveness.”

Ominis could cut the tension coating the air of the room like a thick, viscous fog with a knife. No one dared make a sound, enraptured by the words of their wise mentor.

“Some myths say that Athena took pity on the girl and transformed her into something that no man could ever gaze on again. Some say she punished her for leading a man into her sacred temple and letting him defile it. No one knows the true story except those who were there, and the old gods have long since left our realm for their own paradise on Olympus.”

The apprehension screaming in every magical mind surrounding the dearly loved, and feared, elder was palpable in the tiny class space.

“Now, some of you may be wondering why I teach this lesson.” As if reading his mind, Ominis felt Hecat level him with a stare that burned hotter than even the most blistering fire poker. “The answer, of course, is that no one knows what happened to the child of Medusa and Poseidon.”

The young Gaunt felt all the air get sucked from his lungs as if a dementor escaped from Azkaban just to find him specifically. A child of a god and a witch? It was unheard of— it was disastrous. Their magic would be unstoppable; nothing in their world would ever match the power of a child brimming with that much otherworldly energy. Whether they used their powers for good or evil, or even some mix of the two, they would be legendary all the same. At that moment, a thought came to Ominis. Would they also be part Gorgon? If Medusa was transformed while with child, who's to say that the babe would not share the same affliction.

As suddenly as a strike of lightning, or a downpour in April, Ominis Gaunt answered the question that had been on his mind since the start of term.

The new girl was a Gorgon.

How had he not realized before? The snakes that were always around when she was— how her head and eyes were always covered— how no one knew where she hailed from and had no hint other than the fact that her accent was vaguely Greecian? It was right in front of his blind eyes from the beginning; he was just too much of a jealous fool to see it.

Just then the bell chimed across the campus, signaling the impending class change. Professor Hecat’s voice broke through the bustle of his peers standing and gathering their things in preparation for their trek to their next lesson.

“We will continue our discussion on mythos and magic next week. Please remember to study for the upcoming OWLs! They are written and practical, so be sure to practice the physical spells as well as memorize the theory!”

Ominis scrambled to gather his things, determined to catch the new girl before she disappeared into the crowd. Dodging around a loitering Sebastian— the brunette’s hand raised as if gearing to make some idiotic, yet somehow still brilliant, point— he all but sprinted into the congested hallway. His wand waved in front of him as he scanned each person he passed, his ears tuned to any noise that sounded vaguely serpentine in the hopes that her reptilian tresses would sound out as they always did this close to lunch time. Alas, they were as silent as a dead rodent in a viper pit.

Just then, the young boy caught sight of the girl, her silhouette moving ferociously among the masses as if she would rather be anywhere but there. Underneath all his confusion, morbid curiosity, and pulsating anger at how she has been endangering, and possibly enchanting, his best friend, Ominis felt a pang of pity. He didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to leave as quickly as possible— not at all. He knew all too well how it felt to have all eyes burning through his skin at every turn, even if no one else seemed to figure out her secret other than him. He couldn’t let her escape, though; he needed answers, he needed closure. Halting in his tracks, he racked his mind for what he could do to get her attention. She wouldn’t hear him call her name in the ruckus around them, nor could he keep up with her brusk pace. There was really only one option to choose, and as much as he hated to do it, snakes had an incredible sense of hearing, or rather, in their case, an excellent sense for vibrations.

His voice flowed from his lips in a strong hiss, the air seeming to break just for the words to slither their way to their target like a bush adder in a pile of leaves. “I know what you are.”

Her “pets” were startlingly silent as her hung head raised from its slumped position against her chest, her sigh heaving her shoulders into proper posture— a constrictor poised to strangle.

The boy felt her words before he heard them— the air stilling around him like a world born anew.

“I suppose it’s my turn to explain things, then.”

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Imponderabilia (Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)

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ᴀ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍʜɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ. ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ᴄɪᴇʟ, ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴇʀᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴀ…

ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:

ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

— Good morning, my lord! — [Reader] opened the door.

The view was the same as almost every day. The young lord was sitting in a navy blue, plush armchair and looking through the morning newspaper. He didn't take his eyes off it. He knew she would come. She was punctual. The same couldn't be said about the rest of the residence's staff.

— How are we feeling in the morning?

— Fine — Ciel replied quietly.

For him, it was an extremely elaborate statement. If Sebastian asked him about it, he usually told him to mind his own business. And when the other inhabitants of the estate did this, he preferred not to say anything because they began to get so happy that they would not leave him in peace for the rest of the day.

The girl grabbed the porcelain teapot and started making tea. The amber liquid sparkled in the decorated cup. The girl placed the saucer on a small table.

Phantomhive waited a moment to hear the sound of the door closing but to his surprise he didn't hear it. He looked at the maid. She stood with her back to him, leaning over the silver tray. When she started to turn away, he hid his head behind the printed pages, pretending to be reading.

A plate appeared next to him. An elegant plate full of cookies.

— It's too early for dessert — he said.

— Nonsense! — [Reader] rolled her eyes. — Sebastian is the one who keeps saying things like that. However, I think there is nothing wrong with sweets before dinner. Occasionally.

Ciel looked at the dessert. The baked goods looked average. Crispy, with chocolate pieces. However, their scent tickled his nostrils pleasantly. He felt his mouth water at the thought of tasting them.

— Did you make them today? — The question hung in the air, even though he knew the answer.

— I got up a little earlier. The lord had a hard day yesterday so I thought it would cheer him up. — She smiled.

The boy felt strange for a moment. He knew how much she had to do every day. She woke up long before him to take care of his house. In addition, she also had to correct the mistakes of Baldroy, Mey-Lin and Finnian. Tanaka wasn't that harmful but then again he wasn't very helpful either. Sebastian could arrange everything but she didn't like asking him for help. They tended to stay out of each other's way. Especially since the demon has been getting other tasks lately. Someone finally had to investigate in the queen's name.

And yet the maid denied herself the sleep to make these cookies for him. He felt a tightness somewhere around his heart but he decided to dismiss the ridiculous thought. Nobody cared about him. She did it because it was her job.

— You can take them. — His words were cold. So contrasting to how he felt inside.

— The lord won't eat even one? — She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head.

For a moment the room was filled with silence. She was interrupted by footsteps. Suddenly, the newspaper paragraph was replaced by a girl's hand and a plate.

— Let's play a game. — That caught his attention. He became even more angry with himself. She knew him that well. — Please, taste them, my lord. If you don't like it, I'll leave the residence. Otherwise, I'll bake them whenever I want and you will always have to eat them.

— How do you know I won't lie? — He reached for the cookie.

— I'll take the risk. — The corner of her mouth turned up.

Ciel took a bite. He expected something extraordinary. Sophisticated taste. Secret spice. Amazing texture. None of these things! They were normal. As average as they looked.

As he took another bite, he had an epiphany. He was tricked like a little child. It wasn't about confectionery skills at all. He lost because he expected to fight on a completely different front than the one on which it actually took place.

— They're virulent — he growled.

— I knew it'll be like this. — Her smugness seemed to light up the entire room. For a moment he thought that she looked really nice in the bright light. The glow reflected in her eyes, reminding him of the radiant sun just outside the window. What was he even thinking about?

— Really? — He gritted his teeth.

— You like me too much to throw me out — she said.

She hit the nail on the head.

He felt a blush rising to his pale cheeks. For the first time in a long time, he was lost for words. Ever since she started working here, she had done and said things that made his heart beat faster. She was annoying. At the same time, he didn't want her to stop. He was stuck in a vicious circle and somehow he was in no hurry to change the whole situation. Yet he could fire her at any time.

He couldn't stand her smug expression as she headed towards the exit. He hated losing.

— Play chess with me.

— Chess? — she asked.

— Yes. How many times do I have to repeat? — he sighed irritably.

He placed the pieces in the starting position. If she thought she could just leave after all this, she was sorely mistaken.

[Reader] sat down hesitantly in the chair in front of him. He was pleased to see her slight confusion. She didn't expect this.

The game was going his way. However, he had to admit that his opponent was quite a challenge. The girl thought logically much better than he expected. Once she even managed to trap him in a bad situation. It took him a few moves to realize the trap. However, he managed to recover and was on the way to victory.

Chess was much simpler than life. They had clear and explicit rules. They rewarded the better and punished the worse. Only those who deserved it felt the taste of defeat. Completely different than in reality. A place where nothing was black and white, only shades of gray. Just like their strange relationship.

He moved the knight.

— [Readerrr]! — The door to the room opened with a bang.

Mei-Lin ran through the doorway. Red hair flowed behind her as she crossed the distance between them. Her glasses fell off her nose. She hurriedly picked them up from the floor. Even the carpet couldn't save them. One glass cracked, creating an ugly spiderweb on the surface.

— Oh my, my, my!

— What is it this time? — You could hear the tiredness in [Reader's] voice. The head of the Phantomhive family had no doubt that she had been through this hundreds of times, just as he had before Sebastian showed up. — Garden? — She got a shake of her head. — Living room? — Same answer again. — So the kitchen… — [Reader] said. She didn't have to look at her co-worker to know she had nailed it. — It was very nice to play... — She was about to get up when the young master's hand gesture stopped her.

— We're not done yet — Ciel said.

— Ah, but... the kitchen! — Mei-Lin said.

— Find Sebastian. He will take care of it. — The lord moved his rook, thus indicating that he considered the conversation to be over.

— But I don't know where he is — the maid whined helplessly.

Phantomhive took a deep breath. Sometimes he really wondered why he kept all these people here. Maybe he should hire someone new? He exhaled slowly through his nose.

— You worked with him in the living room today, so start in the living room. And if it's not there, keep looking until you find it. Have I made myself clear?

— Y-yes, of course! — The woman ran out, stumbling.

Maybe he was doing something stupid. After all, the kitchen was on fire. He shook his head slightly. Everything in the mansion burned down at least once a week, so it didn't really matter. Besides, why did he have his one hell of butler?

Ciel looked around the board, studying his options. It was basically a formality now but he still waited for her next move. However, only soft snoring answered him. He looked up from the black and white board. [Reader] rested her head against the plush headrest of the chair. Closed eyes and a steadily rising chest could only mean one thing. She fell asleep. How did sleep overwhelm her so quickly? He had no idea. She must have been really tired. She had been helping him with his documents at night for the last week. However, he didn't think it would bother her so much.

He almost woke her up but then stopped himself. He brushed away a strand of hair that had escaped from her updo, then reached for the blanket lying on the backrest and covered the girl with it.

— Maybe I really like you too much...

He quietly moved towards the door and closed it.

#ciel phantomhive x reader #kuroshitsuji x reader #black butler x reader #oneshot x reader #ciel phantomhive #sebastian michaelis #mey rin

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weenwrites · 9 months

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How would tfp OP, ratchet and arcee react to a reader that can see and interact with the dead? Like upon first meeting reader immediately asked optimus why is there 12 ghosts clinging to you? (12 past primes) and can share information from their own planet even they didn't know and can relay the decepticons plans(cuz ghosts don't see the need of secrets and like to gossip). For arcee, reader just tells her "he wants you to move on and be happy" (ref to cliff) thx!

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

Of the millions and millions of years that he's lived, that is the first time that someone has ever brought that up to him, and it's needless to say that he is beyond confused. He'll ask you what you mean when you say 12 ghosts, and even if you start explaining that you can see ghosts, he doesn't quite take you at your word first.

But once he finally does believe you, he finds the information you relay to be rather useful and very helpful, so he begins to seek you out for help when it comes to plotting against the Decepticon's plans. Of course there are some ghosts that are too blinded by their loyalty to Megatron to even consider exchanging information with you, but when that comes the case, Optimus attempts to help you sway them to your side.

At times the two of you have deep discussions about the afterlife, death, and existence as a whole. He'll tell you of the cybertronian notion of the afterlife, the allspark, and the well of sparks, and he'll listen to you talk about the human version of death and existence. He wonders about what causes their consciousnesses to remain, and if you have any answers for him, he would very much like to learn more.

Ratchet

Yeah yeah, sure, you can see ghosts... He's rather dismissive of you when you first try to tell him about your special ability, and the only way to make him believe you is with solid, concrete evidence. And even then, all he asks is about the afterlife before leaving you be.

The notion of another form of existence after someone dies is... Morbidly interesting to him... As comforting as it is to know about what's to expect when he dies, he's disturbed by the thought that all their fallen comrades have been wandering around for countless years as ghosts, forever cursed to exist for the rest of eternity... Unless you tell him that ghosts eventually fade or die a second time, then, well he reclaims his previous statement.

Arcee

Yeah no, she doesn't really buy it that you can see ghosts until you mention Cliffjumper, because there's no way that you would've ever known about him unless you were part of the team back when he was still around... And speaking of Cliffjumper, she's happy to hear that he had a message for her. While it isn't easy to just "move on", she tries her best to keep going.

And... Speaking of the afterlife, she asks you what it's like. She's always had the notion that there wasn't much to it. After life, there'd be nothing, and your spark would return to the well to be reborn—well, that's how cybertronians think of it, anyway. But as you explain it to her, she has mixed feelings about the fact that there are dead transformers from bygone eras that can still roam around. It's as if there's no ending to "existing", and that sort of horrifies her.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp arcee #arcee x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

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Boyfriend

Jack Champion x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Adult Language, Mention of Toxic Relationship, Angst but mostly Fluff, Anxiety, Kissing/Short Make Out Session, and maybe some grammar mistakes.

Summery: Jack has had a crush on Y/N even before he booked the role for Scream 6 so, when he get's to play her love interest in the movie his crush for her just grew even bigger. His fellow co-stars really want him to make a move but obstacles stood in his way so when production for the movie ended he never got to. When the cast reunited Jack hears that Y/N is looking for boyfriend which makes him want to make his move but he still has that anxiety that holds him back. Will he let go of his anxiety and finally make a move?

Inspired Song: Boyfriend by Big Time Rush

Word Count: 2,983

Author’s Note: HELLO EVERYONE! I’m officially back to posting my stories!! I haven’t started writing again but I will hopefully this weekend! As I said before this will be my last Jack story for awhile since I want to focus on writing for his characters like Ethan and Spider! Anyways it’s so good to be back and let me know how you all liked this one shot! Talk to you all soon!!

Ever since the first day on the set of Scream VI, Jack immediately fell head over heels for Y/N. Well, if Jack was being completely honest, he has had a crush on Y/N even before booking the role since she is his secret celebrity crush. Before Y/N joined the Scream franchise she was on many Disney Channel and Nickelodeon shows when she was young. That’s how she met Jenna and ever since then they have been best friends. As Y/N got older she left Disney and Nickelodeon since she wanted to do more mature roles and she did just that. Y/N was in the last Scream movie, so she also became close with Jasmine, Mason, and Melissa so when there was news about another movie, she knew she wanted to return. Y/N plays a character that is related to Tatum and Dewey Riley. In the sixth movie Jack’s character is a love interest to Y/N’s character. Throughout the whole movie Y/N’s character defends Jack’s character for not being Ghostface but becomes heartbroken when she finds out he really is Ghostface.

It was already hard for Jack to do scenes where it’s just Y/N and him because of his crush but it was even harder because she has a boyfriend who just so happens to be on set every fucking day! When they first met Jack and Y/N immediately connected. It wasn’t shocking since Y/N is known to be one of the sweetest and nicest actresses to work with and Jack totally agrees with that statement. It’s just sad that he can’t say the same thing about her boyfriend. From day one Jack could sense that Y/N’s boyfriend was intimidated by him. Jack mentioned this to Mason, which he told him to get used to that. Mason told him about how it was from Dylan who played Wes who was Y/N’s love interest in the last movie. Jack asked Mason why the asshole of a boyfriend does that in which he didn’t have an exact answer, but he did mention that the girls and him think it’s because he knows that there is someone out there that is better for Y/N than him.

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As production was coming to an end a sudden change of mood came from Y/N. Throughout the whole filming Y/N had always been happy and had an exciting attitude but that all changed a week ago when she showed up to set the total opposite and has been like that since. The most talkative girl on set all of sudden became the quietest girl on set. She also didn’t look like herself either since even with make up on you can tell that she had been crying a lot. Jack was very concerned about her so when he would ask her what was wrong, she would just brush him off with an obvious lie, so he decided to go to Jenna’s trailer and ask her.

When he knocked on the door Jenna called out to him to come in. When Jack walked into the trailer, he saw Jasmin was also in the trailer talking with Jenna. “Hey Jack.” Jenna said to him from her seat on her comfy chair. Jasmin was sitting on the small love seat that was next to Jenna’s comfy chair. “Hey, do you two know what is going on with Y/N?” Jack asked them with concern in his voice. “Every time I ask her, she lies telling me that she’s fine.” He added with a sigh. “That fucking asshole broke up with her.” Jenna answered in a snappy tone.

Jack felt his heartrate speed up. Jenna just said what he thought she said, right? Y/N isn’t with that controlling asshole. Y/N is signal!

“Wait, that asshole broke it off with her?” Jasmin asked Jenna, who answered her question with a nod. “Even worse is that he did it over fucking text message. I was with her when he texted to her saying that they were over.” Jenna added in a snappy tone.

He texted Y/N saying it’s over and that he didn’t want anything to do with her no more. If Y/N wasn’t broken down crying, Jenna would’ve gone and found that motherfucker and kicked his ass.

“That asshole is such a fucking coward.” Jasmin said which made Jack let out a laugh since they keep referring Y/N’s ex-boyfriend as asshole instead of his name. But Jack didn’t disagree with them since he was an asshole. “I mean I’m glad that she’s done with him I just wish it was the other way around.” Jenna said with a sigh. “I mean I’ve told Y/N a hundred times that she deserves a guy ten times better than that asshole.” Jenna added.

“Yeah, Y/N deserves a guy like Jack.” Jasmin said looking over at him with a knowing smile. “M-me?” Jack stuttered not expecting Jasmin to say that. His brown eyes were wide open in shock. “Dude, we know you have a crush on Y/N.” Jenna told him with a laugh. “What? Did Mason tell you?” Jack asked now with frustration in his voice. Mason is the only person he told. “He didn’t have to because it’s so fucking obvious.” Jenna told him which made Jasmin laugh. “Wait so everyone knows about my crush on Y/N? Does she know?” Jack asked, starting to panic. “Relax, okay! She is completely oblivious to your flirting.” Jasmin told him in reassurance. “I don’t flirt.” Jack mumbled as he looked down at his shuffling feet. “Listen all we’re saying is that when we see you with her, she looks really happy and that maybe there is something there between you two.” Jenna explained to him, which put Jack into deep thought.

Jasmin’s phone started to vibrate. “Devyn just texted, we’re needed back on set.” Jasmin said, picking up her phone and sending a quick text back to her. “C’mon lover boy.” Jenna said in a teasing tone to Jack as she stood up. Jack rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer with Jenna and Jasmin following behind him.

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As production went on Jack wanted to make a move on Y/N but he never got to because of the toll her recent relationship had on her. Yes, the guy she was with treated her terribly, but they were together for almost two years and the guy didn’t even have the courage to break up with her face to face.

When filming wrapped up everyone went their separate ways but still kept in contact with each other. They still talked through the group chat. Everyone but Y/N which is most likely because she was filming for a TV show that she frequently guests’ stars on. Jack was also busy doing a press tour with the Avatar cast promoting the sequel. Even though he wasn’t with Y/N, she was still on his mind. He thought about texting her just to see how she was doing but never did since he was scared that she wasn’t going to respond.

When it was finally time to promote Scream VI that meant Jack will be reuniting with Y/N since the whole cast will be getting back together for the premiere. Jack was excited to see her, but he also couldn’t help but be a little nervous too. The cast was going to be walking around New York doing press coverage and taking pictures for the movie.

Jack was the first one that was ready, so he was in the lobby of the hotel waiting for everyone. He was sitting down on a couch when he heard an exciting voice say his name from the elevator. When he looked up, he saw that the voice belonged to Y/N. Right when he stood up Y/N gave him a big hug which almost knocked him over. “I’ve missed you so much!” Y/N told him as she held onto him tightly. “I’ve missed you, too.” Jack told her returned the tight embrace. When Y/N pulled out of the hug she noticed his hair. “Wow, you cut your hair.” Y/N said to him in surprise. She was just so excited to see him she didn’t even notice. “Yeah, do you um like it?” Jack asked with nervousness in his voice that he was hoping she doesn’t pick up on. “I love it! It suits you really well!” Y/N told him giving him a pat on the head and sat down on the couch.

“How have you been doing?” She asked him. “Good, I was really busy doing a press tour for Avatar.” Jack told her as he sat down next to her. “I saw the movie with a couple of friends! It was amazing! You were amazing as Spider!” Y/N told him with a smile which made Jack’s cheeks turn bright red. “Thanks, that means a lot!” Jack said as he looked into her beautiful eyes. Y/N stared back into his memorizing brown eyes but before anything could go further Mason, Jasmin, and Liana came out of the elevator greeting them.

Once the rest of the cast showed up, they made their way out of the hotel and to their first destination. Throughout the whole day out Jack would feel Y/N’s gaze on him but when he would look back at her she would look away pretending that she wasn’t staring at him. When Jack first noticed it, it made him think back to what Jenna and Jasmin told him that Y/N deserves to be with a guy like him. But the real question was is does Y/N want to be with a guy like him?

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That night Jack was sitting in his hotel room when he heard loud knocking on the door. Jack got up off the bed he was lying on and walked over to the door. When he looked through the peep hole, he saw it was Mason. Right when he opened the door Mason walked into the room. “Um, come in.” Jack said in a sarcastic tone as he closed the door. “Dude, Y/N is looking for a boyfriend!” Mason told him which made Jack’s heart skip a beat. “What?” Jack asked in a surprised tone as he walked over to where Mason was standing. “Did she tell you that?” He asked wondering how Mason knew this. “No, but I was at the indoor pool with her Devyn, Jasmin, and Jenna and I overheard Y/N tell Jenna that she’s looking for someone.” Mason told him.

“You need to get your ass down there and ask her out!” Mason told him in a stern tone which made Jack’s brown eyes go wide. He felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. “W-what, now?” Jack stuttered out. “Jack, just fucking go for it. Now is your chance!” Mason told him with excitement in his tone.

Let’s just say that Mason is the biggest shipper of Y/N and Jack. On set it was super obvious that they have amazing chemistry on and off the camara. When their characters had a romantic scene together, they weren’t just acting as their characters, everyone knew it was really Y/N and Jack being filmed. Everyone really wanted either Y/N or Jack to make a move before filming wrapped up but that never happened.

“What do I do? What do I say?” Jack asked, starting to panic a little bit. “Just be yourself! Walk up to her, sit down, talk like you two usually do, and when the time is right ask her out!” Mason explained to him.

“Okay, is she still at the pool?” Jack said, grabbing his hotel room key and slipping on a pair of shoes. “I’m pretty sure.” Mason said walking over to the door. “Come on!” Mason said walking out the door. Jack put the key into his pocket and quickly followed Mason out the door.

Jack followed Mason downstairs to the hotel’s indoor pool. When the boys got there, they looked through the little window on the door and only saw Y/N and Jenna sitting on the edge of the pool with just their feet in the water. While Jack stared at Y/N laughing at something Jenna said his nerves started to pace again.

“Mason, I don’t know if I can do this.” Jack said completely stressed out as he stepped back from the door. “What if she says no?” He asked having zero confidence. “Jack, you got this!” Mason told him putting both of his hands onto Jack’s shoulders. “Just go in there and be yourself. Just go back to those days on set where you two would just talk the day away!” Mason told him trying to boost his best friend’s confidence. “Go in there and use that million-dollar smile of yours!” Mason added, which earned him a strange look from Jack. “Okay, that wasn’t strange at all.” Jack said, taking Mason’s hands off his shoulders.

Jack took out his room key, getting ready to unlock the door, but before he could the door opened to reveal Jenna. She walked into the hallway with the boys. Mason grabbed the door before it could close. “What are you two weridos doing?” Jenna asked them. “We’re not weridos!” Mason said defending Jack and himself. “Okay, you keep telling yourself that!” Jenna said with a yawn and walked away from them. The boys looked into the pool room to see Y/N still sitting there. Mason pushed Jack into the room. “Go!” Mason said motioning his one hand towards Y/N and shut the door.

Jack looked at Y/N moving her feet around in the water. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and walked over to her. “Hey Y/N.” Jack said getting her attention. “Hey Jack!” Y/N said with a smile that always makes his heart skip a beat. “Can I sit with you?” Jack asked with nervousness in his tone which made him curse at himself in his head. “Of course!” Y/N said oblivious to the nervousness in his tone. Jack put the key back into his pocket. He took off his shoes and socks and rolled his pants up to his knees. He sat down next to her and put his feet into the water.

“These past couple of months are the happiest I’ve been in a long time.” Y/N said as she looked down at her feet in the water. “Really?” Jack said, looking over at her. “After production wrapped up my ex wanted another chance, so I gave him one which turned out to be a huge mistake.” Y/N said with a heavy sigh. “What did he do to you?” Jack asked with a protective look in his eyes. “Same shit he did before. It got so bad that he wouldn’t even let me leave my apartment to go on set. I finally opened my eyes after realizing that he was trying to run my life, so I kicked his ass to the curb.” Y/N explained as she did everything, she could to keep her eyes from tearing up. She needs to stop wasting tears on that asshole. “You deserve to be with a guy who treats with love and kindness.” Jack told her as he used his hand to put some of her hair behind her ear. “You do?” Y/N said looking over at him locking eyes. “Yeah, it was so hard seeing that asshole treat you so terribly.” Jack told her as his brown eyes stared deep into hers.

They didn’t even realize that they were leaning in till their lips met. This isn’t the first time they have kissed since they had to kiss in a scene for the movie but this one was different because this wasn’t their characters kissing. This was actually them kissing. It put shock into both of them especially Y/N, so she pulled away. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Y/N said quickly standing up. “Wait! It’s okay!” Jack said quickly, getting up onto his feet.

He took one of her hands to stop her from walking away. “Y/N, I have feelings for you.” Jack told her, finally confessing it after holding it in for the longest time. “You do?” Y/N asked in a surprised tone. “Y/N.” Jack started taking her other hand in his. “I have had this big crush on you before even meeting. That crush turned into more as we worked on the movie together, but I never made a move because you were with someone else. It was so fucking hard seeing you with that asshole because I knew you deserved better. When you two broke up everyone was telling me to make a move, but I was too scared.” Jack told her has he held onto her hands tightly scared that she would disappear. “I’m okay facing that fear now.” he added, staring deep into her Y/E/C eyes.

“I’m such an idiot.” Y/N said with a frustrated sigh. “Huh?” Jack asked with confusion. “Ever since I left that asshole I’ve been looking all around for a charming and cute guy to be my boyfriend. I didn’t even have to because that guy has been in front of me the whole time.” Y/N said letting go of one of his hands and put her hand onto his cheek stroking it gently with her thumb.

She pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. As they kissed Y/N’s arms made their way around his neck while his arms made their way around her hips. They released themselves from the kiss when they needed air.

“Would you be my date to the premiere tomorrow night?” Jack asked her once he caught his breath. “Yes! That sounds like a perfect first date!” Y/N answered with a big smile on her face.

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Alcina’s long lost child AU: Y/N is an emotionless soldier for B.S.A.A. part 3

Here’s part 3! Read the last part here! An interesting conversation takes place between Y/N and Alcina. Let’s get into it!

“So, tell me all about yourself, little one,” Alcina says gently, leaning forward with great interest to hear what you have to say.

You regard her silently for a moment before you say anything. “Actually, I’m more interested in you at the moment,” You tell her. It’s not a lie, and… You don’t plan on giving her any information unless she does the same first. Besides, she seems like the kind of person who would love to talk about herself. Might as well capitalize on that.

Alcina smirks at your response. You’re smart. Keeping your cards close to your chest? She would do the same in your situation. She decides to humor you. “Well, I was born in this village, however, I’ve travelled all over the world,” She begins. “I used to sing in a jazz band. It was amazing getting to be in a different city every night, but… That was quite a long time ago…” She trails off, remembering just how old she is and internally groaning.

You quirk an eyebrow at this. “What made you come back?” You ask.

Alcina sighs and smiles sadly at you. “Love, I suppose?” She answers. When Miranda found her and promised to heal her from the illness that plagued her all of her life… She was truthfully less motivated by a potential cure and more infatuated with the mysterious blonde. She almost rolls her eyes at how silly and impulsive she had been.

Your eyes narrow at this. You don’t think she’s married, she’s not wearing a ring or anything, but is there someone else living in this castle other than servants? That would certainly be valuable intel. “Are you with this person? Or… Do you live alone?” You ask.

Alcina decides to leave Miranda out of her answer entirely. “I am actually incredibly fortunate. I have three lovely daughters… And one other precious child,” She tells you, indescribable hurt suddenly clouding her eyes.

You’re puzzled by the cryptic tone Alcina’s voice adopts. Why did she look so sad when she mentioned her last child? “So, three daughters. But, does… This other child live here too?” You ask.

Alcina’s eyes sting as she thinks about the baby she had to give up. “I’m afraid not, little one… I… Had to send them away. To protect them from their other parent,” She reveals bitterly.

Your eyes widen just a bit in surprise. That reminds you of… Yourself. While you don’t know much about your biological parents, Umbrella had a ton of information on them. They compiled multiple files when they got their hands on you. Scientists gave you little shreds of insight here and there, but all you know for sure is that you were the product of two powerful bioweapons. Apparently, one of your parents was very dangerous. You don’t know much about the other one, though. You clear your throat awkwardly, trying to stop remembering your past, and look back at Alcina. “It seems like you love your kid a lot. I know firsthand that it sucks to grow up with people who don’t care about you. But, I hope they found a good home, at least,” You offer quietly.

Alcina’s heart clenches at your words. “You didn’t grow up with your own parents, little one?” She asks. It’s awful to know that you had a difficult childhood, but oddly enough, that flicker of hope is starting to reignite within her. There’s still a chance that you’re hers, however small it may be.

You blankly shake your head. “No. I’m… Different. Well, my parents were. I don’t seem to have their… Abilities,” You tell her. “My childhood was basically one big experiment thanks to them.”

A strange feeling settles itself in Alcina’s chest at your statement. “What… Do you mean by abilities, little one?” She asks.

“You… Weren’t always like this, were you?” You ask her, gesturing to her large stature.

“No,” She whispers, silently urging you to continue.

“Well, was there some kind of… Accident? Or… Maybe even a procedure that happened before you changed?” You question.

Alcina nods emphatically. “Yes, exactly, little one. But, where are you going with this?” She asks, feeling her heart rate pick up. Maybe… You really could be…

“My biological parents were like that too. Apparently, one of them was very dangerous. The organization who did all of the experiments on me as a kid thought I might be the same,” You explain. “That’s why they were so interested in me. They wanted to use me as a weapon.”

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As your conversation with Alcina unfolds, Chris is eating a snack in the kitchen that a maid put together. The atmosphere in the room is rather uncomfortable.

Little maids come in and out to do their work and try to act like they don’t see him… But their curious gazes and hushed whispers to each other give them away.

As much as he wants to be in the room with you and the lady of the castle, Chris knows you can handle yourself.

However, he soon gets a rather disturbing message from B.S.A.A.

“Captain Redfield. This is B.S.A.A. headquarters. Do you copy?” A voice urgently asks over his earpiece.

Chris immediately answers. “Chris Redfield, here. I copy,” He says and stands up to go find a more private place to talk.

“You’re accompanying agent Y/N L/N in Romania, correct?”

Chris feels a knot forming in his stomach at the question. “Yes, I am,” He answers tightly.

“Agent Y/L is an immediate danger to you and Hound Wolf Squad. You all must vacate the area now, Captain,” The voice says gravely.

Chris’s blood runs cold. Where the hell is this coming from? “W-what? I… Y/N just graduated basic training. This is their first mission, there’s no way that-”

“New information about agent L/N’s origins were just discovered after an examination of an old Umbrella site. They have been classified as an extreme threat and you must evacuate. That’s an order, Captain,” The voice commands. “An evac helicopter will be there to extract you in ten minutes. If you are not on board, you will be charged with dereliction of duty. Do you understand?”

Chris can’t even believe what he’s hearing. However, B.S.A.A. have always been strict enforcers. He’ll pretend to go along with orders for now, but only because he needs to get a little more information. Then… Maybe he can save you? Either way, he’s not leaving you all alone. He’ll die before he lets that happen.

“I understand. I’ll be on that helicopter,” He bites out. “But first… What can you tell me about Y/N?”

Note: Uh-oh… Wonder what B.S.S.A. found out about Y/N? XD Hope you enjoyed!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil imagines #mother miranda #chris redfield

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yelena-belovas-gun · 4 months

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Don't You Dare (Maya Lopez)

Summary: One day, when you walk in on Maya interrogating someone, you show a side of yours which even she has never seen before.

Maya Lopez x shapeshifter!female!reader Note: Reader is slightly chubby, but that's not an affecting factor in any way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Don't walk in on something you don't want to see.

Something both you and Maya had established when you both first started dating. However, as you got more involved in her mafia work, that rule got more and more flimsy by the day.

Especially today.

You were a very gentle person by nature, despite being a shapeshifter. Maya had to admit that everything about you was soft and gentle. From the way you were built to the way you signed, there was a certain amount of care and lightness to the way you existed in general.

Recently, Maya found a traitor in her midst. Whichever now-former Tracksuit was stupid enough to do so was now in front of her, being beaten up by the other members of the crew.

"Stop," she signed, her brow raised. "Let him go."

The man was bruised, bloody, and beaten in to the point where he would've probably died if she hadn't asked the others to stop. She stepped in front of the traitor and signed, "What exactly were you thinking? That you wouldn't get caught?"

Ivan, her new second-in-command, translated for her.

The man's face contorted, giving away that he was frowning. As he spoke, Ivan translated appropriately and a bit hesitantly as the man replied, "This mafia needs a capable leader."

"Capable?" Maya asked, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Elaborate."

"You can't hear a damn gunshot from right next to you, how will you manage a mafia?" The man asked. "You're running on luck."

Maya was about to smack him in the face, but Ivan signed for her to stop. You were standing at the doorway, with what looked like murder in your eyes.

"Y/n, please, the rule-" Maya signed, looking at you pleadingly, but you stopped her.

"The rule can go fuck itself in the ass," you signed, looking more furious than ever.

Maya's eyes widened at the way you signed so aggressively. It was the exact opposite of how you usually spoke. Your hand movements were always calm and fluid, like a gentle stream which formed the words easy on her eyes. But now your movements were sharp and quick as a blade, and your normally smiling eyes held a glimmer which even she hadn't seen in the last two years of dating you.

You spoke, while Ivan translated. When you moved through the crowd of men, they immediately stepped back, scared for their lives, in all likeliness.

"What did you just say?" You asked the man, glaring at him. Maya stepped back, now intrigued. She found this side of you to be very interesting and a bit turning on, to be honest.

"I said that she can't even hear a gunshot from next to h-" before the man could finish his statement in all its disrespect, you grew sleek claws on your fingers and slashed them down his face, earning a scream of agony.

Maya couldn't hear it, but she could definitely see the volume of it.

"How dare you," you hissed, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him so hard that one of his lose teeth from the prior beating fell to the floor with a soft 'tink'. "How dare you disrespect a woman of authority with such disgusting words?"

"She ain't my boss!" He scoffed, but immediately regretted it when you bared your teeth, having morphed them into the sabre teeth of a lion. It made your gums ache and burn, but it was worth seeing the pain on his face.

"She ain't your damn boss, but she sure as hell's got more personality than you ever will," you hissed. "Apologise to her right now, or I swear to god, you will regret it."

"Never! I don't need to respect some mute woman, she can't even hear what I have to say!" The man protested, lamely. Clearly he wanted to keep the macho façade up, but it was getting harder under each passing second beneath your gaze.

"Fine," you rolled your shoulders, stepping back. "But you won't be able to breathe till I hear you apologise."

In a second, a huge kodiac bear stood where you had once been, and it terrified the man, to be frank. You grabbed him by the neck and tossed him up before slamming him down into the ground with not even a fourth of your newfound strength. However, it was enough to keep him gasping for air and struggling under your paws as you pressed him down harder.

You never used your powers to hurt others. You'd either turn into a cuddly panda to give Maya comfort, or into a chimpanzee to get something from the top shelf. But you never shapeshifted to inflict harm.

You opened your jaws wide and bit down hard on his shoulder, making the bone nearly shatter under your iron bite. He cried out in absolute agony, and screamed out a loud, 'i'm sorry', when you decided to let go of him. You let him breathe again and unhinged your jaws from his shoulder, which now looked beautifully broken and dislocated.

You felt a gentle hand on your arm, which stroked your earthy brown fur affectionately, and you looked down to see Maya smiling up at you. She moved her hand away to speak, "Calm down, my love."

You breathed and shifted form back to a human, but your teeth, as usual, stayed sharp and pointed, and it hurt your mouth a lot. Blood from when you had bitten the man stained your teeth and lips, while your fingers had more blood beneath them.

"He'll give you the answers you want, now," you smiled. As Maya came in to kiss you, you kept her back with a gentle push to her shoulder. "No, kisses right now," you signed, before winking and gesturing at your bloodstained mouth.

To compensate, she pressed a quick and shy kiss to your forehead before you glared at the now whimpering traitor and walked out.

At home, you were exhausted. However large or small your animal would be, you'd always feel deadly tired after shapeshifting. So you were laying on the couch, just scrolling through your phone with the lights dimmed slightly to be comfortable on your sensitive eyes.

You heard the door close, and felt Maya kiss the top of your head.

"You got your answers?" You signed, looking up at her with a smile.

She arched a brow at you, "Are we not going to discuss what happened earlier? The bear thing?"

You felt your ears burn red with a bit of shame as you sheepishly signed, "I lost my cool, I'm so sorry. He disrespected you and I got a bit annoyed..."

She chuckled and signed with a playful twinkle in her eye, "'Annoyed'? You got furious."

"Shut up," you blushed. "It wasn't like me, I'm-"

Before you could sign 'sorry', she grabbed your hands. She wanted you to pause for a moment. She carefully moved her hands away from yours and signed, "It was genuinely the hottest thing I have ever seen you do. And imagine, I have seen you naked."

You blushed a bright red at her words, and signed back, "Maya, what the hell?"

She giggled softly and replied, "I've never seen you lose it before. Why did that happen?"

"Because..." you paused, hands stilled in that one position as you slowly signed out the right-ish words for how you were feeling, "...I care about you. A lot. And it hurts me to see some stupid man disrespecting you when you've worked damn hard to gain the power you have today. It hurts me to see you go through so much every single day, and men like that just...dismissing you because of one thing you lack."

Maya watched you patiently, waiting for you to finish. This was one thing you loved about her; her willingness to listen, even if she couldn't physically do so. She always made sure you knew you had her attention, and would accordingly respond to you.

"I can handle myself," she smiled, "but I appreciate how much you care about me. You looked adorable, by the way."

"I'm sorry, though," you signed, looking down a bit ashamed.

"Don't be," she signed, before gently tilting your head up by putting a hand under your chin. You noticed how close she was to you. You could se every detail of her face, from the way her brows were so perfectly arched, to her deep brown eyes holding every emotion that even words couldn't describe, and to her soft lips, which were now curved into the slightest of amused smiles.

"Aggressive or not, you stood up for me, and I will always appreciate that," she signed, her eyes gleaming a bit with genuineness. "I love you so much, and it warms my heart to see how much you care about me."

You didn't reply as the words from her elegant hands didn't just strike a chord within you. It composed a whole symphony.

You grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a tight hug, tucking your face into her neck as you mumbled. She didn't need to see your hands moving to know what you had to say. You'd whispered those three, four words against her skin enough number of times for her to judge the way your lips moved, and how the vibrations felt against her skin.

"I love you too."

THE END.

#maya lopez x reader #maya lopez #echo x reader #echo #marvel #wlw #deaf representation #alaqua cox #female reader

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theflyindutchwoman · 6 months

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And you're so concerned about my love life because? Because I don't want to drive around on patrol with you while you are moping about screwing this up. Look, if you like this girl, you should listen to her.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 4.10 - Heart Beat

For a scene that is supposed to be about Tim and his relationship with Ashley, it is very interesting how it actually highlights the bond he has with Lucy… Something that is made perfectly clear with the way it parallels this moment from The Bet : 'Why do I care if Tim dates? […] You just want everyone to be happy'. (2.03) This exchange completes this scene so well, showing how this is really all about these two. How they just want the other to be happy. How she has often helped him in his relationships, how he has always listened to her and this, from the beginning. Lucy may not be particularly fond of Ashley but Tim is and that's all that matters to her. That's why she basically runs after him.

There might be a slight hesitation at first, where she realises that she might be overstepping a bit here, but she also knows that he needs to be made aware of her conversation with his girlfriend. The fact that Ashley felt more comfortable talking about her fears with her, instead of Tim, already speaks volume. And while Lucy might have joked around in the shop, I think that phone call shed a different light on the situation and made her understand that Tim didn't fully get what was going on. That what he interpreted as a dislike for Kojo is instead a fear of him. And she is so taken aback by how cavalier he is at first. I don't think she expected him to react this way. Though that is a thing with Tim : he can be dismissive but he listens. He takes the time to reflect on his own behavior so he can change it. Like when Lucy called him out for the way he treated the gardeners in the pilot or when she was upset that he was getting the credits for her hard work. And this is what is happening here, he's following that same pattern… He needed to hear this. More specifically : he needed to hear this from Lucy herself. Which makes her statement later all the more ironic.

This is really in-character for Tim to deflect a bit. But there's also a genuine curiosity when he asks her why she cares so much about his love life. They're still in this space where they're testing each other in some ways. It says a lot that he doesn't even think of biting her head off for interfering in the first place, like he used to. They are so far passed that. And it is a very good question… One she asked herself after setting him up with Rachel. And yes, this is who she is : she wants the people around her to be happy. But this is different. We have yet to see her set up anyone else on a date or try to help them mend their relationship the same way. Even when Jackson was having issues with Sterling, she simply offered a shoulder to cry on. That little extra is reserved for Tim, and Tim only. That's what makes this parallel so good in my opinion. Because he himself didn't even question it back then. But now that things are changing between them, he is. Their hug, that almost-kiss, their blatant flirting at work… The fact that he needed her at his side when he confronted his father… This is all adding up and there's an awareness that is starting to grow… But what makes this parallel even more special, is how it underlines their selflessness. They have always helped each other in their respective relationships, regardless of their opinions and feelings. The other's happiness is what matters to them. Even here, it's hard to know whether Lucy is aware of her own feelings for him at this point, but either way, she simply sets them aside to help him - consciously or not.

And like I said earlier, her advice is full of irony : 'if you like this girl, you should listen to her'. Because he does already follow this to the letter… with HER. She is the one person he always listens to. The one that makes him want to be better. Tim being offended at her implication that he mopes is downright hilarious - especially in light of season 5a. Her little smirk when she walks away… His epic eye roll… The more things change, the more they stay the same.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #4.10 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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robbersofmyheart · 1 year

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A coffee shop meeting…

Summary: Fate steps in when a teacher in her not-even-quarter-life crisis meets Matty Healy.

A/N: There's a very strong possibility that I'll never post any other writing on here again, but I hope this brings a smile to someone else's face. This was a daydream born of my love both for the 1975 (Matty in particular tbh) and for the found family trope. Hope you enjoy it!

“You don’t happen to have a light, do you?”

“No, I don’t. Maybe it’s a sign you shouldn’t smoke it.”

“I’ve done a lot worse, believe me.”

“Oh, I know. Doesn’t make that nicotine any better for you though.”

Eleanor looked across at her companion, eyebrows raised in challenge, waiting to see if he had a comeback. The café, which had been heaving when she arrived a couple of hours ago, now had only two customers remaining. In their typical British fashion, they hadn’t spoken until now, despite being alone at their adjacent tables, so Eleanor was surprised to hear him finally breaking the ice over the rattling of coffee cups being tidied away. She watched as he put the cigarette back into the packet, a smirk overtaking his features.

“So you do recognise me then.”

Crap. Of course that’s what he took from that. Matty Healy - 1, Eleanor - 0.

“Yes, I recognised you, Matty,” Eleanor replied with a sigh. She couldn’t believe she’d lost that easily.

“Why didn’t you say anything? You were the only one in here that could see my face.”

“I was working,” she paused. “Or at least trying to. I don’t usually focus well in busy places, too many more interesting things to study.”

“Why are you here then?”

“My cousin lives in Manchester and I’d come to visit him. We managed to have half a day before he got called in for a last-minute shift at work. I missed my train home by literally seconds, then I saw that the next one was cancelled, so I thought I’d get some planning done while I wait for the one after to arrive.”

Matty was listening to her intently now, his chin resting on his hand. Eleanor wondered what he was doing here. Since he arrived, he’d alternated between drinking cups of coffee, scribbling frantically in his Moleskine, and watching the comings and goings of customers out of the corner of his eye. Before she could ask him, however, he dived in with yet another question for her

“And what sort of planning would that be?”

“Factorising quadratics with Year 9, area of a trapezium with Year 7, and recurring decimals revision with Year 11.”

Matty exhaled loudly, leaning back in his chair, the glint in his eye telling her that he was impressed. “You’re a maths teacher then.”

“Bingo.”

“That must be a tough gig.”

“Just a bit.”

“You seem quite young to be a teacher.” It was a statement, but the furrow in his brows betrayed his confusion.

“I’m 22, so I guess I am.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Eleanor hesitated, considering what her reply would be, and Matty waited patiently, almost watching the cogs turning in her brain. “I do, for the most part. I work with an amazing team of people, and I love seeing the difference I make to those kids’ lives. Not everyone has that purpose, so I’m lucky really.”

Matty narrowed his eyes at her, knowing that she wasn’t telling the full story. And that was how Eleanor found herself pouring her heart out to the curly haired singer, the troubles that she had bottled up inside her for months finally breaking free, whether she liked it or not.

She told him about how she lived in a permanent state of exhaustion, tired from the never-ending to do lists and the unbearable repetitiveness of her daily life. She told him about the part of her that regretted throwing herself into such a big career at such a young age, and how she felt that she missed her chance to be young and wild and carefree because she’d always been so focused on her work. She told him about how she’d thought about leaving her current life behind and starting again so many times, but had ultimately been too scared of failing and letting people down when they’d given up so much to help her get to where she was now.

To his surprise, Matty didn’t feel like interrupting her once during her monologue. He simply wanted to let her talk, to let her share her thoughts with him. It was like he could actually see some of the weight lifting off the girl’s shoulders as she unburdened herself of her worries, and it almost made him smile to think that she felt comfortable enough to tell him when he somehow knew that she had never told anyone else. So he just listened, letting her ramble on until she ran out of things to say.

When that time finally came, Eleanor let out a big exhale and looked Matty in the eye as he responded with one word: “Wow.”

Eleanor felt her face start to burn and she buried it into her hands. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. This is probably the last way you wanted to spend your afternoon, being on the receiving end of my word vomit.”

“You know what, it actually made a refreshing change. Didn’t expect to get recruited as a therapist today.” Matty watched her shoulders start to shake under her blanket of blonde waves, and was shocked at the worry he felt that she might be crying. But when she looked up she was giggling, despite the faint sheen of tears in her eyes.

“Oh, so you’re my therapist now?”

“You mean you didn’t purposefully choose me? I’m wounded.” That made her laugh properly this time, and Matty found himself unable to hold a soft smile back any longer before his expression turned more serious. “Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know how to solve your problems, and I’m not even sure if you want me to, but can I say one thing?” She nodded. “I think that if the people that you’re worried about letting down really love you, they’ll be more upset if you carry on doing something that’s making you miserable for their sakes than if you give it up.”

Eleanor mulled over the singer’s words and whilst she knew deep down that they were true, it didn’t change the fact that she was absolutely terrified at the idea of giving up teaching. Below the supportive façades, she knew her parents would always berate her for leaving such a stable, well-paid career, and her pride would never let her return to work at her current school with people that she adores if this mysterious plan B failed. She relayed all of this to Matty.

“Well who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks anyway! What’s the point in life if you don’t do something you love?”

“But teaching is the only thing I’ve ever even contemplated doing, I’ve got absolutely no idea what else I’d do.”

“Listen, you’re young, intelligent, beautiful, and you’ve literally got the whole world out there with so many possibilities - it doesn’t matter if you don’t get it right first time.”

“Careful, Healy, I might start thinking you like me,”

Now, if you asked Matty Healy of The 1975 why his immediate response was to do a stereotypically girlish impression of that comment before flipping off the young woman sat in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Nor could he explain why, after only an hour of talking to her, he felt such an incredible fondness for her, an almost brotherly affection, which prompted him to tell her how amazing she seemed to be. But he could describe how his heart soared as she laughed at him, and then sunk as she realised the time and started hurriedly packing her stuff into her bag.

“Shit, shit, shit. Do you think I can make the train in 5 minutes? I can’t miss this one as well. This is all your fault you know!”

“Hang on, how is it my fault? You’re the one who started emptying your brains onto the table.”

“And you were the one who made the mistake of listening.” Eleanor swung her bag onto her shoulder, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

Then she was running out of the coffee shop, a blur of blonde hair and floral perfume.

It was only then that Matty realised he didn’t even know her name.

***

1 year later…

“Lovely to meet you, take care.”

As soon as the interviewee had left the room, the smiles on four of the five faces dropped and they let out a sigh.

“Guys, if you want to actually do this, we do need to hire someone.”

Matty tugged at his hair in frustration. “It’s not that we’re not on board with it, Jamie, it’s just got to be with the right person. I mean, it’s letting someone totally unknown to us into an entire chapter of our lives, not just our careers.”

It was just over a month ago that The 1975 had told Jamie Oborne that they were ready to start working on their next album. In the same meeting, Jamie had proposed an idea that he had been mulling over for a while. The response to ‘A Theatrical Performance of an Intimate Moment’ had been better than anyone had anticipated, and the fans always loved seeing behind the scenes footage. So, Jamie had suggested filming the entire journey of their next album, from concept to creation to tour, and releasing it as a mini-series. Of course, the band could get the footage themselves, but whether they would actually remember to do it was a different story.

That was how they found themselves in a boiling hot room in the London office of Dirty Hit, having collectively decided against all 15 people they had interviewed for the role of documentarian.

“I mean, they all just seem so serious,” Matty continued.

“Boring, you mean,” George muttered.

“This thing does have to look good, though, for it to work, and these were the most qualified of all the candidates,” Jamie countered.

“We don’t fucking care about qualified!”

“I think what Matty’s trying to say, mate,” Ross calmly cut in, “Is that we were thinking of something more low key. More of a collection of home movies than something carefully filmed and edited.”

“Yeah, we don’t know how long this thing is going to go on for, way over a year at least, and we don’t want to feel like we’re putting on a show the whole time. It’s got to be authentic. It’s gonna be fucking weird at the start but after a while we just want it to be like a mate is casually filming what we’re doing.”

Jamie had to admit that George closed their argument well, and he was sold on it. He just wished that they had told him sooner.

“Okay, okay, I get it and I’m happy for us to go ahead with that. There’s one more person for us to speak to today, who was kind of my wildcard, so if she’s more what you’re looking for then we can revisit some of the other applications tomorrow.” With that, Jamie left the room to get the last candidate.

“A wildcard? What is this, mid-2000s X Factor?” Matty huffed, to the amusement of the others.

But any annoyance that Matty felt was washed away in an instant when he saw who his manager was holding the door open for.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matty’s words might have sounded rude, but it was the smile spreading across his face that shocked everyone the most.

“I’m here in an attempt to annoy you for longer this time,” Eleanor smirked.

“Well, you’re failing miserably at this point. How are you?”

“I’m good. Really good, actually.” A genuine smile crossed her face this time. “Didn’t think you’d remember me to be honest.”

“I often wondered what you decided to do with your life in the end,” Matty shrugged. “It frustrated me knowing everything and then nothing at all. So I guess you have already succeeded in your goal to annoy me.”

Before you had chance to reply, another voice broke through to join the conversation. “Sorry to interrupt this lovely chat, but would someone kindly explain what the hell is going on here?” It was George, and he, like everyone else in the room, was stumped by Matty’s sudden personality transplant.

Now very aware of all of the eyes on her, she looked to Matty for help, who simply sat back in his chair before saying “Well, I think you’re sat in the better seat for a storytime, don’t you? Anyway, I don’t even know your name.”

So Eleanor told the room about how she had met their frontman, briefly mentioning the life crisis that she’d been having at the time, whilst Matty impatiently waited to hear what happened after she left the coffee shop. She told them how she’d stayed in teaching until the end of that school year, before handing in her notice. Her boss had been sad to see her go, but told her that if she ever decided that she wanted to come back then he’d always find a job for her. Eleanor’s family, however, reacted quite differently; she ended up having a massive row with her parents about it and her relationship with them still hadn’t quite mended fully. Ever since her move to London, she had been taking whatever bar jobs she could find and spent her days applying to any jobs that took her fancy.

Matty couldn’t help the pride that was coursing through him for the young woman sat across from him. She had taken all of those ‘What ifs’ that she’d told him about, thrown them in the fire and walked away, when he knew that all of her instincts would have been telling her to do the opposite. He looked around at the others, and was both amused and pleased to find that they all seemed to be as entranced by Eleanor as he had been at their first meeting. In Matty’s eyes, she was the perfect fit, and he could tell that she was quickly winning the others over as well.

Surprisingly, it was Adam who spoke up first. “So, you’re saying that you’re totally unqualified for this job?”

“Never done anything like it before in my life. But it sounded interesting and I’m always up for learning new stuff.”

“Never been behind a camera? Never had anything to do with the music industry?” Ross asked, slightly taken aback by her honesty.

“Not the music industry, but I used to study music at school and I still play the piano from time to time.”

“And I take it you’re on board for annoying Matty as much as humanly possible?” It was George this time.

“Oh 100%.”

Matty rolled his eyes, but the smile remained on his face. She’d done it. Now, there was only one person left to convince. Matty quickly joined the others in looking at Jamie the way they used to look at their parents when the ice cream van pulled up on their road.

Eleanor watched on nervously as some sort of telepathic conversation seemed to transpire between the band and their manager.

Eventually, the silence broke and a new chapter began.

#matty healy #matty healy x oc #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #robbersofmyheart #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #george daniel #ross macdonald #adam hann

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nalyra-dreaming · 1 year

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During the chess scene when claudia won. Why do you think made lestat so angry. Is it cuz claudia was smarter than he thought. Or was it cuz he was scared cuz she played him and he didn’t see it coming. Or maybe he is afraid of her winning and him losing louis?

Ohhhh ok, so... there are layers to this one once more.

And my personal theory re the "broadcasting" plays into that. Imho, obviously.

Now. Sam has said that by then he could hear what they said to each other - however, Claudia and Louis make a very important distinction during that chess game: Louis "says": "I don't like what you're feeling right now." There is a distinction between sending out thoughts, and another receiving them - and not doing that, and another reading your thoughts and feelings. That is directly from the books, too, from Memnoch. So lets get back to the chess game with this in mind.

Lestat and Claudia start the game, she uses the Immortal strategy, which ultimately defeats him. (Have I said how much I adore that they went and learned those matches?!)

Lestat and Claudia snipe at each other, while both think something else. The actual words are not that important here though. Claudia's thoughts we can hear.

Lestat we can only observe.

So let's observe. Claudia says to Louis (broadcasting): "I've been having a thought the last few days."

Louis: "Yeah? What's that?"

Claudia: "I think he killed Magnus."

And... Lestat looks up, with this look (actual slow blink up):

There is nothing else for him to react to, but he quite clearly does.

I found the extra shot of his hands when the game continues quite interesting. He literally keeps them under the table, on his knees. In a way bracing himself. Extra shots are important and they always mean something. Imho they literally used those to show us his hands.

This is Lestat looking up at her when she says: "If you're going to beat Lestat, you have to become Lestat."

Again, there's not much for him to react to prior, but he does, if you rewatch. He's assessing.

And then his expression here, when she repeats that she is going to kill him - and Louis says that he will destroy her if she'll try. That's vague pride at Louis and some amusement.

And then right after, when she says: "I can kill him."

The amusement is gone, there is a vague worry, and possibly some abject pain. He wonders if she really can. This is prior to Claudia making her next move(!). The shift in expression is there, but it did not come from the game.

And then, when the game goes on, and he is worried now, and she says: "And want to tell you something else Louis."

He looks up, again, after that comment:

That's attention. To her. Not the game.

And this is his expression when she says: "The secret is, you want to kill him, too. And you will enjoy doing it."

And Lestat is taken aback, by that.

And.... Louis... does not respond.

That must have been quite the sinking feeling, the abject rush of adrenaline. Louis does not object to her wanting to kill him(!)

And this is Lestat's comment, after that: "You've won." And he does not only mean the chess game.

And Claudia's response is: "I'm tired."

Now, I don't know about you, but what kind of response is that to the previous statement? Except of course she knew that they were doing a layered game here, that it was all about more than the game itself.

Her saying "I'm tired." signals she is "done" with their game. With their life. With the shit game they've been playing the last few years.

His "Well, finish the game." after is as much prompt to do so literally, as it is a prompt for her to try.

Now. Here.

Because he knows she is planning to kill him now. And that she has pulled Louis in on it, at least enough.

His literal best chances are for her to try, now.

Him flipping his shit after is as much canon temper outburst as it is serious worry, which we know will then slip into paranoia after(!). He's also furious she would dare to rise up against him. He's furious that Louis just acquiesces. He is furious that he is in this position. He is furious she won. He is seriously worried she's won.

And we know that Claudia will stop talking to Louis like that, after, too. That she knows he can hear them if they do that. Which is why she stops doing it (for the most part, with a few very noticeable and planned exceptions, imho).

This is Lestat's face after he throws off the chess board and looks over to Louis, who ignores him (and his outburst).

That's worry.

Not anger. Worry.

He knows. And he goes full blown paranoid after that. And tries to beat her at the game.

And loses.

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hornets-nest666 · 11 months

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Hello, kitties.

Recently, a person harrassed me, accusing me of a phobia of fat people. Allegedly, I draw fat characters as thin and I can't stand fat people. The man literally forced me to stop drawing the way I want, and draw as "needed" and "correctly". It all started with a post with Sheba, where I was asked why I draw Sheba thinner than she is (for some reason I am sure that this is the person). I don’t understand why a person decided that I have to draw a character the way he wants to see him. Everyone has their own head canons and everyone draws the way he wants. Sheba's style from the cartoons is cartoony, and it's impossible to tell if she's thin or overweight. But for myself, I concluded that she was thin. More precisely, in my stylization, I see her as a determined and buff girl, since in the cartoon she showed her strong fighting character and fought with antagonists. I have never been against overweight characters, and especially people in reality. I myself am not skinny, so it was very insulting for me to hear such statements addressed to me. So in addition, the person began to compare me with Rouge, and that the same future awaits me. I think many people know and remember what things this artist did, and reading comments about the fact that I supposedly act like her is very unpleasant for me and brings me to tears.

I have always been tolerant and I cannot understand how a person can recognize some kind of psychological problems by art alone.

As for Rosco, I'll repeat it again. Layla and I decided to change his story a bit and make it more influential and relevant to the plot. Nightmares, because of which he takes substances, just because of which he lost a lot of weight. Maybe he's underweight. And I certainly don't support it! Everyone has to maintain their health and take care of themselves, but still, this is how we changed the plot in order to make the character and his story more interesting, which will influence further events in the comic.

I hope I don't have to come back to this again in the future. I do not want to spread false information about myself and be compared to a person who did things much worse than what I am doing now.

Thank you all for your attention, I love you all.

#babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #fan comic

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year

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Busted By the Bird | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @bradshawwannebe

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) invites Tommy over to her flat after a night out. There, Tommy finds out some interesting things about the woman he's interested in.

Warnings: language, drinking

Word Count: 2428

A/N: this one’s a bit different than my usual stories, but it was such a fun prompt to consider. Just a quick disclaimer though: I’ve never had a bird nor interacted with a bird, so I’m sorry if the bird seems off…don’t worry, this’ll make sense once you read! Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

Tommy and (Y/N) were both laughing about something one or the other had said as they came to (Y/N)'s flat's door after a night out at one of their usual spots. She suggested he'd come over to spend the night because it was close. The fact that the weather wasn't the best only helped her case.

"Now I must warn you before we go in..." (Y/N) started as she fished her keys out of her purse, "you're going to be very underwhelmed with everything in here."

"I'm sure I won't be," Tommy brushed her off.

"No, I mean it. You're used to high class...in here is how the normal people live," she insisted, emphasizing the word for effect. Tommy just chuckled at her statement and shook his head.

It still surprised (Y/N) that the business mogul, among other things, that was Tommy Shelby had an interest in being her friend. They met through a mutual friend and now had escalated things to spending nights out alone together. This was the first time he'd see her apartment though, because they'd always go to his afterwards.

"Just open the door, (Y/N)," he told her in a light voice, nodding his head to the door then.

"Oh, I should also warn you..." she started off again, pausing her statement to exude a giggle as she thought about what she was going to tell him, "I have a cat," she then said with the utmost seriousness.

Tommy's eyebrows raised slightly as he took in what she had to say. He blinked a few times, waiting to see if she had anymore to add. After a few beats of silence, he exhaled a breath of a laugh and shook his head, "that won't bother me," he told her.

"Ok. I just wanted to let you know before he surprised you. I know that some people aren't the best with cats," she told him her reasoning behind it before she finally went about opening the door to her home. "See?" she commented as they both walked in, "I told you that it's nothing much to look at," she said as she set her keys and purse down on the kitchen island that effectively split the two parts of the main living area up.

"It's fine," he brushed her off, taking off his jacket so that he was now only wearing a hoodie.

(Y/N) found herself looking him over, loving his casual look. It wasn't often that she saw him in a simple shirt and pair of jeans as he was always in some savvy suit, so she made sure to get a good mental image of it.

"You hear me?" Tommy's question brought her out of her thoughts, making her stare at him like a deer in the headlights. He chuckled at her stare. She obviously didn't hear what he'd said.

"I didn't," she admitted as her cheeks heated up, not even attempting to play it off like she was. "What were you saying?" she asked then, hoping he'd repeat himself.

"It was nothing," he brushed her off like he so commonly did, his answer making her frown.

"Tommy," she groaned, tipping her head back at his response.

"Where's your cat?" he asked her, shying them away from the previous topic.

"He's probably hiding...only comes out once in a while," she answered him, still pouting slightly at the fact that he was withholding information from her. Damn you brain and your stupid staring.

Tommy nodded at the information she'd shared with him, and silence fell between the both of them then. It only hung in the air for a few moments before a rather prominent 'squawk!' came from the living room side of the flat. Tommy immediately looked in the direction of the sound, finding a cage sitting up against the room's far wall. He then looked back at (Y/N), a look that was a combination of surprise and confusion present on his face.

"I forgot to tell you that I have a bird," (Y/N) stated, a bit of sheepishness present in her voice. She now felt like she wanted to facepalm herself for not disclosing this information to him. But honestly, She didn't even think to tell him that she had a bird, because who's bothered by birds?

"A bird and a cat. That's...interesting?" Tommy commented, a grin on his face as he thought of the irony of the situation.

"They're fine with each other. Chip stays in his cage and Simon enjoys watching him from the arm of the chair that's closest to the cage," she explained the living situation of her two pets.

"Chip and Simon," he tried the animals' names out for himself, chuckling slightly, "I like that."

"I went simple with the names," she brushed his compliment off as she moved around the kitchen island to go to the small wine rack that was sitting on the counter, "want some wine?" she asked him then, turning with a bottle in her hand.

"Sure," he shrugged, making her nod before she moved to the cabinet where the glasses were stored. She grabbed two before moving back to where he was standing by the island.

"I know it's not your whiskey, but it'll do, right?" her question was more like a comment as she poured two, decent portions out for the both of them.

"It'll do," he echoed her statement, smiling at her as she handed him one of the glasses.

"Let's go sit on the couch instead of standing around the island," she said next, nodding her head towards the living area, "fancy a movie?" she asked as they made their way over.

"Sure," he gave another simple response as they both sat down. (Y/N) nodded her head, grabbing the remote from the coffee table so that she could turn on the tv and log onto one of her streaming services.

They settled on a movie that neither had seen but had good reviews, and settled into watching it rather quickly. About twenty minutes in, (Y/N) offered to go get some more wine. Instead of sitting in her normal spot when she returned, she decided to move closer to where Tommy was on the couch to see how he'd react. He said nothing, just accepted his wine with a smile and focused back on the movie. (Y/N) smiled at that and looked back at the screen as well.

Several minutes into watching the movie again, Tommy rested his hand on (Y/N)’s thigh that was closest to his. He set it on it gently at first, as if he was testing the waters, but after a few minutes of nothing said, he pressed his fingertips into her skin slightly. From the corner of his eye, he could see her glance over at him. This only made him grin.

Some more minutes passed before (Y/N) decided to make the next move. Tommy's hand was still resting on her thigh, so she decided to lift her legs up and lay them over his thighs to see how he'd react. He moved his hand as she made her move and then brought it down to rest on her kneecap so that he could hold her legs in place. She felt his eyes on her, so she looked over at him, which almost immediately made butterflies erupt in her stomach. They held eye contact for a few moments before she looked away, her cheeks heating up along with the rest of her body.

"I really like him!" came out of nowhere from the cage in the corner of the room, followed by a loud 'squawk'. (Y/N)'s eyes widened as she heard what Chip had just said, and if she wasn't blushing before, now she certainly was.

I hope that he didn't hear that! she screamed internally as she dared to look in Tommy's direction. Her embarrassment only increased when she found him staring back at her with eyes full of shock. Immediately, she went to cover what her bird had said: "he's just saying what I say about Harry Styles," she told him, laughing sheepishly in hopes to play this announcement off as normal.

"Ohh," Tommy drew out the word as he nodded, his eyebrows raised slightly at her admission. He knew that it wasn't a whole-truth, she listened to his music, sure, but she wasn't one of those superfans that dedicate their life to an artist. But at the same time, he could see that she was pretty flustered by her feathered friend's outburst, so he didn't comment on her explanation of it. He simply squeezed her knee and focused his attention back on the movie; playing catch-up now because he'd missed a few moments of it.

"I can back it up if you want," (Y/N) stated, trying to make the air around them less awkward. She was internally thanking the gods for sparing her the conversation she thought she'd be having. She should have known better to not have conversations with her friends about her crush on Tommy in the same room as Chip. That bird was all ears and had a track record of blurting out things like this.

"No, it's fine," he brushed her off, and she nodded before they went back to watching the movie.

They were able to watch a good bit more of the movie before Chip was talking again: "Tommy Shelby!" he squawked before proceeding to make kissing noises.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the bird's words. "Chip, I swear, shhhh!" she exclaimed in a harsh whisper after she realized that he was going to keep making the kissing noises until he got yelled at. Another trait that bird had was that he didn't know when to stop. She then squeezed her eyes shut, not even wanting to see what Tommy's reaction to the statement was. It took her a few seconds to muster up the courage to open her eyes again, but when she did, she immediately took to apologizing. "I'm sorry that he just said that. He always listens to my gossiping, and then he..."

"There's no need to apologize, (Y/N)," he cut her off before she could get into rambling on.

"I know, but I just feel so embarrassed that you had to find out about my crush on you from my bird," she said, trying to keep her cheeks from heating up anymore as she finally admitted her crush on him. It was pretty much out there in the open already...why not just own it?

"I mean I kind of already figured it..." Tommy trailed off, a slight smile on his face, "we're here cuddling 'n all...I'd hope you'd have an interest in me," he added, his words making (Y/N) exhale a giddy laugh. A huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders upon hearing what he had to say. A part of her was still expecting him to reject her. They focused back on the movie then, and (Y/N) finally felt her cheeks start to cool down. She could still feel Tommy looking over at her from time to time, but she decided to ignore it instead of giving herself the opportunity to make a fool out of herself again. "So that first statement wasn't referring to Harry Styles then?" he finally broke the silence and asked her, this time making her turn to face him.

A sheepish smile formed on her face as she shook her head. "No," she responded verbally, laughing slightly as a grin formed on Tommy's face.

"Well that's good because I'd like to know that before I went and did this," he stated before he started to lean in towards her. Holy shit!, (Y/N)'s mind was screaming as it felt like time was going in slow motion, holy shit, he's going to kiss me!. She said nothing though, and instead let her eyes flutter closed as she felt his breath fan across her lips.

Before their lips could touch, Chip'd chimed in with one more statement: "kiss the girl!" he exclaimed, making (Y/N) and Tommy pull back slightly and begin laughing.

"That'd be from The Little Mermaid," (Y/N) said in between her laughter as she looked over at Tommy.

"No," Tommy shook his head, "that'd be your bird being my wingman," he finished his statement, his words making another round of butterflies erupt in her stomach. He grinned at her as he leaned in again, this time leaving no room for the bird to interrupt as he pressed his lips to (Y/N)'s.

(Y/N) quickly kissed him back, her hand slipping behind his neck so that she could hold him close to her as their lips moved together seamlessly. Tommy's hand slid up her thigh, grabbing onto the swell of her hip so that he could manage to bring her body just the slightest bit closer to his. His tongue ran across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she was just about to give it to him when he pulled away with an 'oof'.

She opened her eyes to find that Simon had now (literally) joined the party by jumping onto Tommy's lap, effectively knocking the wind out of him in the process. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth, hoping that Tommy wouldn't notice the fact that she was trying to hold in her laughter.

"I'm guessing that this is Simon," he said when he finally had regained his breathing, looking down at the cat, who'd already made himself comfortable in the little crevice present between his abdomen and (Y/N)'s leg.

"That would be Simon," (Y/N) responded with stifled laughter, "and I think that he likes you," she pointed out, smiling at Tommy.

Tommy dropped his head back against the couch's cushion as he sent a grin in (Y/N)'s direction. He was glad that his interest in (Y/N) was requited, and that she seemed to be open to exploring things further with him. His only hope was that the next time they spent together, whether it be in the next few days or the next few minutes, would be without the added company of her lovely animals. But for now, he just looked at her with adoration as she giggled at the scene in front of her, his one hand petting the cat that had now taken up residence on his lap.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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His Girl

Summary: y/n is sure Eddie is crushing on Chrissy so she goes on a date with Billy to try and move on. Cue a jealous Eddie and shenanigans at Hellfire.

Warnings: Billy is a dick, swearing. Eddie gets a little jealous, idiots in love.

A short and sweet fic because I can't sleep and who doesn't love some Soft Eddie? ❤️

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work 💫💞

She truly never meant to fall for Eddie it just happened and she felt sick about it.

Eddie was crushing on Chrissy, the sweetest person y/n knew so she pretty much felt like shit for even having these feelings in the first place because why would Eddie ever fall for her when Chrissy the prettiest girl in school was around?

Many a night she would cry herself to sleep hoping the feelings would go away but they never did.

So that's why she was going on a date with Billy Hargrove because according to Max he was trying to turn over a new leaf after the events at Starcourt mall and she knew she had to get over Eddie.

Despite her status as a cheerleader and being in the popular group she truly felt most herself around Hellfire, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley.

Between Dustin and Eddie's pointers, she grew her knowledge of the game very quickly when she expressed interest in joining.

Nerves fill her stomach as she waits for the boys to all arrive and once she hears the laughter of Gareth and sees Eddie coming in and ruffling Dustin's hair she gets the worst feeling of homesickness even though she hasn't left them yet.

"y/n, you're here early?". Dustin beams and she cringes knowing he isn't going to be smiling for long.

While Max and Billy are getting on better she can't say the same for Billy trying with the rest of the gang.

"I'm not staying long Dusty, I um well you see, I can't join the game tonight".

Eddie frowns because never once has she stepped out on the game for any reason.

"Why?". Shit... he's pissed and rightly so because he plans the strategies for the games so incredibly and she feels bad for doing this.

"I have a date". All eyes swivel around to her and Eddie and she swears his gaze darkens just a little bit but she really can't be sure because he turns away, jaw tense.

Lucas and Mike join them with Lucas staring at her in horror.

"Max just told me, please, please tell me you are not going on a date with Billy Hargrove?".

Shit.

"It's like one date Lucas, he's turning over a new leaf, we have to give him a chance". He shakes his head and joins the other team members while Eddie's eyes narrow at something over her shoulder.

The man himself walks in smoking and walks over to her pulling her close and kissing her.

"You ready babe?". She nods looking over to Eddie who's determinedly not looking at her.

Oh, she has a bad feeling about this...

🖤✨

The date with Billy was nice, he was polite but she can tell he wants to take things further and she was not ready.

At school, Eddie is distant and quiet, very moody which isn't like him.

"How was your date?". He asks her as they seat together in class, the only one he's shown up for.

"Oh, it was okay. He was asking if he could come to the club?". This is met with stony silence and he turns away from her.

"If he starts any shit, he's gone". She reassures him he won't but has a sinking feeling that she will come to regret that statement.

🖤

From the get-go when Billy arrives the tension is unbearable. He constantly kisses her in front of Eddie and asks loud, obnoxious questions.

It's really hard to get Eddie angry but he is now and everyone knows it.

Billy pulls her onto his knee possessively and she feels even more uncomfortable because he keeps kissing her neck, and playing with her hair all while watching Eddie.

She feels like she's in the middle of something very precarious and one little spark will set things off.

Eddie doesn't care though because he likes Chrissy so why is he so weird and distant, grumpy?

"Can you take your PDAs elsewhere we are trying to play the game"? Eddie snaps and she feels hurt at the way he has been acting.

"What's up your ass Munson, lemme guess... you aren't happy I stole your girl huh? Should have got there first man".

Dustin swears under his breath and she gets up as Eddie does too calling for a break, her belly squirms in nerves and gets even worse as Billy struts over to Eddie.

She gets up following him getting seriously pissed off by Billy's attitude.

"Back off man". Eddie warns him and Billy smiles pushing Eddie.

"Come on man, just want a chat. Look at you! bet it eats you up inside I'll get to y/n first and feel her hot little pussy..."

Disgusted she glares at him, god he is still a prick. What the hell was she thinking?

Eddie snaps pushing him away and his eyes are dark, he's vibrating with rage.

''I'm warning you man, I'm not a violent person but I will reconsider if you carry on".

Billy looks delighted at this and pushes him again.

"Come on then, hit me, HIT ME !"

There's another push more violent this time and Eddie's fist meets Billy's face and Billy whoops in delight.

Dustin shouts from the back as the rest of Hellfire watch on.

"Knock him on the ass Eddie". Billy stalks towards Dustin but Eddie pulls him back and throws him across the room.

''Don't you fucking dare''.

Without thinking she rushes to Eddie and stands in front of him protective, turning to him she gently cradles his hand which is blooded and bites back tears.

"Billy leave now!". She yells at him and he gazes at her in disbelief.

"You fucking serious, you're choosing him over me".

"I'll always choose Eddie now get out". Billy sneers and flips her off as he leaves which causes Eddie to fly at him again and she just manages to hold him back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have given him a chance, he's still a massive prick".

Eddie mutters under his breath.

"Steals my girl, crashes my game. Makes my girl cry, fucker". His doe brown eyes widen when he realises how loud he's been and she feels like her heart might burst from her chest.

"Your girl? What about Chrissy?". He looks confused and she presses on.

"You like her don't you?". He raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah for like a minute ages ago and then I fell in love with you, shit is that why you dated that asshole?". She nods feeling very silly and he softens wiping her tears away.

"Can you two just kiss and get on with it please we still have a game to play". Mike says exasperated and Eddie doesn't have to be told twice as he kisses her.

"I love you too if that wasn't obvious". She tells him and he grins happily pulling her close and cuddling her.

"Does your hand hurt"? She's a little worried it looks very sore and she wants to get her first aid kit on it stat.

"Yeah, but it was worth it".

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