#this is so long i'm so sorry for anyone who's now seen it twice but i didn't want to ignore the very sweet message i got

[minkyungseokie]

When Nothing Goes Right | LS2

synopsis; Y/n, Logan's long-distance gf, surprises him at the AusGP, but things aren't as happy as they should be

warnings; none

note; requested

note 2; Y/n has no mentioned race but doesn't know English. Jackson is an Oc and the reader’s older brother

Let me know whether you prefer first person or third person pov Please be nice. I haven't written in years and this is my first time writing for F1

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It had been a few years since Y/n and Logan had begun dating. The two met as children after Y/n had started karting herself. They immediately hit off and stuck to each other like glue. Wherever Y/n was, you'd find Logan not far behind with a big smile on his face.

Their families could already tell that the two would be something more in the future. Your older siblings even started a bet on how long it would take for the two to fully understand their feelings and confess. Neither of them won because it only took them until the sixth grade to realize that what they felt wasn't platonic. They didn't understand their feelings fully, but they knew that they were no one just friends.

Everything has been perfect until Logan's career in karting began popping off and he soon entered F4. To make matters worse, Y/n's parents had split and decided that Y/n would go with her mother back to their home country. Dalton and Jackson thought it'd ruin the relationship the two youngest siblings had built and they'd break up, which would break the two since they were madly in love even if they fully couldn't understand what love was, but that wasn't the case.

Despite the distance between them, Y/n and Logan had decided to stay together and find long distance a try even though their parents, siblings, friends, cousins, and neighbours warned them that long distance was hard. Even people online said that long distance wasn't the best idea because it tended to end with one or both partners cheating on each other, however; Y/n and Logan trusted each other with their lives, so they decided to give it a chance.

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Now, Logan was a driver in Formula One and Y/n was studying at Uni. During their time apart, they'd only seen each other at least twice. Even though they haven't seen each other properly in years, they have only grown fonder of each other.

As the saying goes, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder"

Y/n plopped down on her bed in nothing but a towel, answering a FaceTime call that came in on her computer, "Hey, you." Y/n greeted happily, "Hey, babe. I'm sorry to call you so late. I know you're probably busy and tired from work..." Logan sighed. "No! You're fine, love. I just got out of the shower. Anyway, what's up?" Y/n asked, removing the towel off her head and running a hand through her hair, "Nothing much. I just wanted to see you." Logan flirted, giving Y/n a smile.

Y/n stood up from the bed and began towelling herself off, "That's cute. If I'm not wrong, the Australian GP is coming up. How do you feel?" Y/n questioned. "I'm excited. To be honest, I want doing well last year. But it's a new year and you know how I worked hard during the break, so I'm ready. Speaking of the Australian GP, do you think that you can come watch?" Logan hesitantly asked, looking down before looking back at Y/n, who was now sitting on her bed in pyjamas.

"I...Logie, you know I'd love to..." Y/n hesitantly started, "I know. You have work and school, but you have never come to a GP before. I want you to come to support me at least once. But I understand. I don't want to force or coerce you to do anything you can't or don't want to do. You'll eventually come to one, right?" Logan asked. "Of course. I plan on coming as soon as I have the time to." Y/n promised.

She kept thinking about the fact that she had never attended one of Logan's races and began feeling like a shit girlfriend, so she ended up DMing Logan's childhood friend whom she had only heard about from Logan, Oscar Piastri and he somehow got her in contact with Alex Albon, Logan's teammate. Together the three made plans to sneak Y/n into the GP without Logan noticing.

It wasn't hard.

She had notified her job and her school of her trip and packed for Australia. She got on a plane as soon as she could, which ended up being the afternoon of FP2,dropped her things off at the hotel, leaving it behind the desk so she could share a room with Logan, and made her way to the track with a VIP pass in her hand.

The girl was practically vibrating as she walked through the paddock by herself. She was supposed to be looking for Oscar or Alex, but she was way too excited to see her boyfriend again. Luckily, Alex spotted her while she was roaming the paddock, "Hey! You're Y/n, right? Logan's girlfriend?" The man asked, approaching her, "Oh, yes. You must be Alex. The teammate." Y/n said, holding out a hand for Alex to shake.

The British Thai driver looked down at her hand before taking it and giving it a firm shake, "It's lovely to meet you. Logan's been talking about you. A lot." Alex said, jokingly rolling his eyes as if he was annoyed, but he truthfully enjoyed seeing his teammate talk about someone who made him happy and kept him sane while he was having a shit year. "Hey, mate. Is this her?" Another voice asked, but this time it was with a strong Australian accent.

Y/n turned to see a brunette in an orange and black shirt approaching them, "You must be the Oscar Piastri that I heard so much about." Y/n said, reaching out fit his hand. Oscar smiled and shook her hand, "I am. You must be Y/n. Logan talks about you a lot." Oscar commented. "So I've been told. It's lovely seeing something other than the pictures Logan sent to me when you guys were younger." Y/n chuckled.

"Come on. FP2 is starting soon and we want you to reunite as quickly as possible." Alex said, leading you towards the garage with Oscar following behind, "So how long have you two been together?" Oscar questioned. "We've been dating for eleven years, I believe. Since we were twelve." Y/n answered, "Eleven years! That's a long time." Alex awed

Once they were close by, Y/n’s heart began to race. She hid behind Alex and Oscar so she was hidden while Oscar pulled out his phone to film the interaction, “Logan, mate! Come here.” Alex called, “What? Do you need something?” Logan asked, voice getting closer as he walked up to them. “We noticed you were feeling a bit nervous, so we brought you something to cheer you up.” Oscar spoke, “What is it?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes. “Why don’t you guess?” Alex suggested, “Just tell me.” Logan said, “Come on, have a bit of fun with it. Guess.” Alex insisted.

“Just give me whatever it is, mate.” Logan groaned, Y/n chuckled and tapped the boys on their arms, signaling for them to step aside. Logan watched as Alex and Oscar shared a look before stepping aside to reveal his girlfriend. Logan’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened, “Surprise!” Y/n cheered, giving the American jazz hands. Logan ran towards Y/n and scooped her up into his arms.

“You’re here! You told me—“ “That I wouldn’t be able to come. I lied.” Y/n said, burying her face into his shoulder. Logan put her on the ground and bent down, kissing Y/n softly, “I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered, “And I’ve missed you, my love.” Y/n responded, kissing all over Logan’s face. “Logan, Alex, it’s time for free practice.” A engineer called out, “Go out there and do your thing. I’ll be rooting for you.” Y/n said, cupping Logan’s face and connecting their lips.

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Y/n stood in the garage with headphones covering her ears. She couldn’t understand why she never came to a race weekend before, it was exhilarating. She could tell that her boyfriend wasn’t the best on the grid, but she knew he want the worse. It was just amazing to see him in his element, “Go, Logan!” Y/n muttered, clenching the chord between her fingers.

Y/n frowned as an odd feeling settled in her stomach. Y/n put a hand on her stomach and focused on the screen, attempting to ignore the feeling. Something was going to go wrong and she didn’t know what or when. Unfortunately, she didn’t have to wait too long to find out because Alex crashed his car, “Oh shit.” Y/n hissed, biting down in her knuckle.

“Hey, Alex. Are you alright?” Y/n asked, looking at the British Thai driver with concern. “I’m fine.” Alex answered walking away, obviously upset by the accident.

Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him, knowing that it absolutely sucks to crash even if she never watched or read up on the sport before.

Y/n made took off her headphones as Logan came back to the garage and jogged up to the American man, “That was so cool! I feel sorry for Alex, but that was so cool! I can’t wait to see you actually racing.” Y/n rambled, grabbing Logan’s hands on hers. While she rambled, Logan just smiled down at her with the softest gaze, “Do you want to go out after this? Or we can go to my hotel room? Have you gotten yourself one?” Logan asked, cupping your cheek.

“We should stay in. Catch up everything we missed and couldn’t talk about on the phone and no, I don’t have my own hotel room. Although, if I did, it probably won’t be getting used.” Y/n tittered. “Let me go get changed and we can go back to the hotel.” Logan said, kissing Y/n’s forehead before rising off to his driver’s room.

Y/n waited and waited, but it seemed like Logan was not coming out, which worried her. Did he get hurt or something? What was teasing so long? Y/n was leaning against the side of the garage, waiting for any sign of her boyfriend, but there was nothing. Until Alex came out, looking conflicted, “Hey, Alex. Where’s Logan?” Y/n questioned, pushing off the wall, “Um, he’s on his drivers room. He’s, uh, not happy right now, so maybe it’s better if you go see him.” Alex suggested.

He pointed out which room was his and continue on with his day, which didn’t really seem out of the ordinary to Y/n. She approached his door and knocked gently, “Logan? Is it alright if I come in?” Y/n called in a gentle voice. It was quiet for a moment before she heard a croaky, “Yeah.” Come from inside.

Y/n opened the door to see Logan sitting on the bench looking distressed, “Oh, what happened? Are you okay? Alex told me you were upset.” Y/n rushed over to her boyfriend, bombarding him with questions out of worry. Logan shook his head, “Alex wrecked his car,” Logan started, “Yeah, I saw that, but what does that have to do with you?” Y/n questioned, kneeling down in front of Logan and grabbing his hands.

“We don’t have a spare chassis, so they’re taking mine and giving it to Alex.” Logan sighed, “What?!” Y/n practically screeched, her confusion and weird turning into anger. “They said that since Alex is the better and more experienced driver, he most likely get the team points.” Logan explained further, “That’s stupid.” Y/n said bluntly, “Y/n…”

“No, don’t “Y/n…” me. I get that Alex it’s better and has more experience, but that’s that dumbest fucking decision I’ve ever heard. That’s like rewarding someone for fucking shit up! He crashed his chassis to the point where it had to be retired, so you have to give up yours? That’s bullshit, Logan!” Y/n argued. “I’m aware. I’ve given my all to this team. I worked myself to the bone during winter break when I could’ve been with you because I wanted it to be beneficial to this team. They are all aware of it.

James said he believed in me. James said he knew that I could go far if I just had a little more time in the car. But it doesn’t seem that way. Maybe I’m just not good enough.” Logan sniffed. Y/n wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck, placing his head on her chest and rubbing his back, “Shut up, Logan. Don’t you dare continue saying those things about yourself. You are good enough. If you weren’t, you would have been chosen for this team in the first place.”

“But—“

“No buts. The previous Williams owner saw something in you that no one else saw and picked you from Formulas Two to drive in Formula One. If you weren’t good enough, he most definitely wouldn’t have chosen you so early. James know he’s dead wrong for this. James know that this is going to be a blow to you, but he thinks getting points is more valuable than your growth. I’m sorry to say this, my love, but you honestly deserve so much better. It’s not your fault that Alex crashed the car. It’s not your fault that this team is so broke that it can’t afford another chassis.” Y/n angrily said, raising her voice before taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. You’re upset and I’m over here ranting.” Y/n quieted down, pressing a kiss too the crown of Logan’s head, “It’s okay, babe. It’s what has to be done for the team to gain some points. It’s whatever.” Logan shrugged, “ no, it’s not whatever, but I’m not gonna continue talking about this. Instead, let’s go to the hotel and order food. We can watch our favorite movies together and cuddle until you feel better.” Y/n said, lifting Logan’s head so his eyes met her and giving him a calming smile.

Logan smiled, albeit it was a sad one, but a smile nonetheless, “I’d like that.” He said, “Good. And since you’re not racing tomorrow, maybe we can do a bit more than cuddling. But that’s only if you’re comfortable and willing.” Y/n teased, pulling Logan up from his seated position, “I’d really like that. Thank you for being here for me and I’m sorry you came all this way only to not see me race.” Logan apologized, “Bah, I do anything for you. It doesn’t matter whether you are racing or not, I’m still here for you and I’d still come. Y/n waved off his apology

“I love you.”

“Love you too. Now let’s go.”

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[moondirti]

i’m so sorry but i’m such a simp for big men in masks. this is very self indulgent buuuuut could i request a ghost x reader who is shy and relatively unexperienced with sex? like has been with maybe 1-2 people but kinda just let them take charge? also really want some size difference in there too if possible? like i’m 5’6ish and underweight due to health issues but i can’t stop thinking about being tossed around by that mountain of a man

i have no excuse on why this took so long to get to babe, i'm sorry! he might be ooc in this idk, i just got done with a lengthy price oneshot so i need to warm up on ghost. corruption kink with ghost warnings: size kink, painful sex (kinda)

You don't tell him - not on your own volition, anyway.

But Ghost has seen you gut men twice your size, ripping their pancreas from between cracked ribs, dousing your hands in viscous red that still encrusts your cuticles days afterwards. You hold your weight on the team, your ledger stained with anyone who dares question it. He doesn't ask, but he only assumed the brash confidence to extend to every aspect of your being.

Which is why, when he cups your face or growls an obscene request in your ear, it throws him off guard to see you withdraw. Flushed, your cheeks warm with babydoll humility. You've never wavered with anything as much as you did him; not death, not merciless fusillade. It's a bizarre contradiction with everything he had you pinned down as.

It doesn't take him long to figure out why. You eventually blossom, just the slightest bit, and find yourself in his bed mere hours later.

"Gorgeous fuckin' thing. About stuff you full."

"Haah- I... You're huge, shit."

"You're a big girl, pet, you can take it."

"I've never- fuck! Slow down, please, please..."

His body locks at the first crack of your voice. You've got your face hidden in his shoulder, tucked between his neck and a thick muscle. He can't see it, but he knows. Your lashes flutter, damp on his skin, a hot pool of fresh tears trekking the scant space between you.

Simon pulls out, only a third of the way in, and detaches from you. He doesn't exactly have the words for comfort - his vocabulary whittled down to military jargon and bad jokes - but he rests his hand on your calf while he waits for you to collect yourself.

It's enough. A voiceless agreement permeates your relationship, some quick-trick tool for times when war unravels; one nod over the body of a gun, a pat on the shoulder as you fight your separate ways. It holds relevance, always, even now.

So he waits, because it's the only thing he can do. Waits, and reels over what went wrong. He'd thrown you over his face, sucking your honeyed slick directly from the source, until your body shook with concerning violence. He'd pumped you with two fingers, stretching your tight hole in preparation. He'd kneaded your supple flesh until you spilled to a puddle underneath him. All of it has usually sufficed before now.

It isn't your full-bodied heaves stop that you break the silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You didn't do anything, it was just... overwhelming. I've only ever been with one person before, and they were-"

"Bad."

"Smaller, asshole. God-"

He grabs your wrist, wrapping it in a large hand.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not nearly. Just-" You gesture to yourself. "Like I said. Overwhelming."

"Shy, then."

"Si-"

You're practically squished when he bends over you, full lips grazing your jaw when he gruffs his intrusion.

"We have all night, pet. Plenty of time to get you to open up."

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[gallavichthings]

Gallavich Masquerade

Welcome to the first ever Gallavich Masquerade!

This is a brand new event, so feel free to ask any questions you might have.

In a Masquerade, fic authors will write one-shots anonymously. These one-shots will all be revealed at the same time on December 21st - our Masquerade Ball! - and readers (who may also be other writers) will have a bit over a month to attempt to guess who's behind each mask, that is, who wrote what. And the writers, of course, will try to fool everyone!

Details after the read more, but don't forget to please spread the word. This will be fun!

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All fics must have between 2,000 and 5,000 words.

No theme is required or forbidden, but, as this is an event in which the goal is to have as many people reading your fics as possible, writing fics in niche categories is not advised.

I don't know what to write about!

You can get inspiration from anything you want. It can be canon-compliant, canon-divergent, after the show ended, AU...

But, if you still need some ideas, you can find some here, here or here (not to mention @callivich always has tons of prompts lists).

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Signing-up is required and can be done here. For this event, sign-ups can be done up to the time of posting. Unlike other events, this is one where you will need to sign-up only at the end, after the fic is done. You'll be required to add your AO3 username, the title of your fic, the word count, and possible categories under which it falls.

What are the categories for?

In case there are too many fics and I feel like people won't be able to read everything, I'll divide the fics into categories, which will depend on what we get as well. These may be according to fic size, canon or AU, with or without smut, etc., as long as the amount of fics or words in each category is pretty much the same. But it all remains to be seen.

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Posting will be done on AO3 and AO3 only! This is because the Masquerade Collection will be unrevealed and anonymous. All posting must be done until the eve of the Masquerade, so December 20th. On December 21st, all fics will be revealed and available for the readers. The fics will remain anonymous until January 31st, when the game ends. On February 1st, the authors' identities will be disclosed (and your fic will appear under your account just like any other fic).

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Voting will be done via a new form, which will be disclosed only after the fics are posted. All fic titles will be displayed and readers will chose from a menu who they think the author is.

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There are two ways of winning this game, as an author and as a reader.

Authors are awarded 1 point for each person who correctly guesses their fic and 3 points for each person who wrongly guesses it. That's right, you get more points if you're actually able to deceive everyone!

Readers are awarded 5 points for each fic the guess correctly, but they lose 1 point for each wrong guess. (This is to discourage people from guessing on fics they haven't actually read, as we do want people to read as many fics as possible.)

Authors can also be readers, so they have twice the chance of winning. In case categories are applied, each category will have an author and a reader winner.

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[cannibalizedyke]

okay okay i haven't seen anyone write this so lets gooo

Eddie's best friend (and secret love of his life) is vecna's next victim like she hears the clock just as they get back from the upside down. she is seeing things simultaneously with Nancy but she hasn't like reached the red fog place yet she's just scared shitless seeing her greatest regret/guilt/fear. Eddie of course is panicking bc he knows what comes next he has seen it twice already and rn he is about to lose her so he just kind breaks down while he tries to save her and last minute Dustin brings up the whole favorite-song-cure and Eddie just sprints to his bedroom for the mix tape he made her. fluffy love confession in the end plz and maybe a kiss or whatever idk

thank you kind writer for reading my word vomit

i Literally love this (sorry it took so long when you first sent it i hadn't seen all of s4 so i was like SHIT I KNOW THINGS I SHOULDN'T NOW)

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Eddie had never been more scared in his life. This was worse than Chrissy, this was worse than Patrick, this was worse than both of those experiences combined. It was worse because you were the one in the trance, you were the one who was about to be killed by Vecna.

Eddie was going to vomit.

"No, no, (Y/N), no," he cried frantically, shaking you with all his might. "Wake up, wake up!" he yelled in your face.

You didn't budge, eyes rolled back in your head as Vecna began to devour you.

"No," he whispered, pulling you into his arms and collapsing to the floor.

"Hey, Eddie?" said Dustin awkwardly.

"What!?" Eddie snapped, eyes wild as he jerked his head toward him.

Dustin flinched.

Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry. My best friend's just about to die so I'm a little fucking stressed right now."

"Yeah, um, about that..."

Eddie's eyes snapped up.

"There's a cure."

Eddie's eyes widened. "Don't play with me, man, don't fucking play with me. Tell me the cure, Dustin, tell me right now."

"All right, all right!" Dustin threw his hands up. "If you play her favorite song, she'll probably snap out of it. Do you know her favorite song?"

"Do I know her favorite - " Eddie scoffed. "Yes, I fucking know her favorite song." He thrust you at Dustin and ran into his bedroom. "Fuck, fuck, where is it?" He rummaged through his things, knocking stuff all over the place until he found the mixtape he made for you last year. "Yes, yes, fuck yeah!" He kissed the tape and sprinted back to you. He shoved it into the tape deck and turned the volume all the way up.

The familiar guitar riff that began This Charming Man by the Smiths blasted through the room, and Eddie saw you start to fidget.

He ran over to you, grabbing both your arms and looking into the fluttering whites of your eyes. "Yeah, yeah, baby, listen to the sweet, sweet voice of Steven Patrick Morrissey and come back to me."

You breathing quickened and your eyes snapped back into place, terrified and bloodshot. "Eddie," you rasped, collapsing against him.

"Yeah, yeah, Bubbles, I'm here, I'm here, baby." He kissed your head and held you tightly, crying.

Caught in the emotional spur of the moment, Eddie grabbed your face in both hands and kissed you desperately, devouring you as if you'd disappear if he pulled away.

You kissed him back, just as feverishly, gripping his shirt and his hair and every part of him you could reach. "I love you," you murmured against his lips.

"I love you too," he gasped, pressing you close to his body.

It wasn't the right place for this, but it was definitely the right time.

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[morgansunflower]

You Deserve To Be Happy

Jason Todd X Reader

Warnings: heavy angst, injury, blood, crying, suggestive content.

Words:1429

Arthur's notes: Good mom Talia.

Damian tries to convince Jason that he needs and deserves to be reunited with Y/N. All while he tells Y/N a secret he's been keeping from her.

Damian only sees glass shards, he reaches out to the sky helplessly, never feeling quite a fear such as this. He hoped somehow someone would catch him. He thought he was strong enough to face Ra's alone...

Just as he feels that it would be his end. A arm catches him. The young man holds the injured Robin landing onto a roof top. He didn't have time to personally strangle Ra's for trying to kill his baby brother.

Damian is gently placed on the ground. He gasps seeing the face of his dear brother. It couldn't be him, he hadn't seen him in many months. He must be hallucinating.. Damian feels his eyes shaking as he had spent many days fearing his brother would never return.

Jason didn't say a word as he gently bandages his wounds from the glass shards. Jason tapped the emergency button on his utility belt. He moved to touch Damian's forehead to attempt to calm him down. His hand stopped hearing the bat-mobile. Damian gripped his wrist with what very little strength he had. Knowing well his brothers instincts were to flee.

Jason looks seeing his desperate pleading eyes for to him to stay with him. It broke him to leave him again. As much as he wanted to be there for him. He couldn't.. He can't. So much of his pain lingered and he could hardly even bear to think of seeing Bruce again.

"I'm sorry"

"NO!! NO!!" he begged now crying missing his brother

Jason shakes his head loosening Damian's grip on his wrist lowering it carefully on Damian's chest. He leaves Damian before their father arrives.

Bruce was grateful he was alone so no one would see the tears now falling down his face. All he knew was that Ra's had been in Gotham and now judging the fact his son needs help, he knew he had a altercation with Damian.

"shh it's ok you're safe now" he promised his crying son

Bruce used the spy-contacts inspecting Damian. He noticed the bandaging. Who helped him? Anyone amongst those of whom he trusted would not leave his side, unless they wished not to be seen.

Bruce lifts Damian into his arms he didn't know his son was searching with what only strength he had for the fallen Robin.

Jason heavily breathes in and then out. He was sitting on a cold concrete floor. His eyes glow bright green and flash back to their natural color. He was scared...

He still had so much built up rage. Though Bruce is Damian's father and.. He was his father at one point. He had tried to convince himself that forcing Bruce to kill Joker would prove to him that he cared enough for him to avenge his death.. When that didn't work, he disappeared... He came back to Gotham when he caught wind that Ra's was looking for Damian.

"I know you believe because your father spared Joker's life that your own life meant nothing to him. I almost killed Joker myself but.. it would only be more blood and it wouldn't have brought you back. Losing you nearly killed him. He continues to suffer every day" Talia had said to him.

Talia left for a mission requested by her father and never returned.... Jason didn't think twice taking Damian with him. Damian met his father but Jason was long gone.

Jason tried to face Y/N but his heart became blanketed in fear. Would she even believe that it was, really him? He was scared somehow he'd hurt her again. She was the first person he remembered and the one who he would think about in his darkest moments.

....

Y/N walks into her kitchen for a late night snack she turned on the lights and yelps by the small person standing near her

"Damian! Must you startle me like that" she exclaimed.

"tt you need better locks.."

"yeah I do" she agreed annoyed "is there a reason why you've decided to sneak into my apartment unannounced?"

".. I have been keeping a secret from you.." he admitted partly because he did not know how to properly tell her everything.

"ok. Do you want some tea? We can make cookies? Then we can talk about whatever it is you want to tell me"

With their tea freshly made in their cups. Damian helps Y/N by stirring the batter. His eyes gaze to the fridge with pictures of Jason with her. He looked.. Happy. He could only remember him smiling a few times during his childhood...

Damian remembered looking through Jason's drawings as a young child. Most of them were of Y/N.. Damian had recognized her to be the person in his drawings. The first moment he met her.

He wanted to tell her about Jason just as he did his family but he knew Jason had made him promise not to. Though his loneliness was going on for far too long.

"Jason was your boyfriend?"

Her heart physically drops at the mention of his name. She cleared her throat taking a, sip of her tea.

"he uhu yeah" she bitterly smiled "he was a really great guy. He was my first boyfriend and probably my last, he was a lot like you. Loved Jane Austen, after he stole the book from me" she chuckled with a saddening smile

"Pride and Prejudice?"

She swallowed hardly her grief trying to force itself, in like a knife to her back "how.. How do you know?"

"he told me.."

Utter denial, and shock "Damian are you?..." she began to cry, her body shakes.

Damian nodded. He's alive. She began to lose her breath unable to calm down. He helps her sit on the chair, taking her tea from her hands and placed it onto the table. She knew Damian could be rude at times, but he would never lie to her. He really is alive.

"deep breaths" he said patting her back.

She listened to what he told her. She began taking deep breaths in and out repeatedly, eventually calming down enough to speak.

She holds his arms with her hands "H-how? His body.." she stuttered unable to allow the painful memory to unfold "where is he? Is he ok?"

Damian explained everything to her ending with "you may hate me if you wish for not telling you sooner"

"no! No! I could never hate you. It's ok" her lips tremble as she began to cry again "oh Jason" she cried

She covered her face in her hands as she sobs. Damian laid his head on her shoulder to comfort her.

....

Jason began stepping down the ladder into the underground bomb shelter to Gotham PD his current hideout.

"here to take my book, Twerp?" Jason asked his baby brother

Damian was infuriated Jason could always know when he was there just like Talia. He could never sneak up on either of them.

Jason turns the lights on seeing Damian standing a few feet away from him.

"I told Y/N"

Jason's heart beats rapidly "you did what?!"

"you are wrong not to tell her you're alive" Damian accused

"dammit kid. This is none of your business!" he snapped taking off his jacket.

"tt you are miserable which makes it my business!" Damian scoffed

"I'm fine" Jason lied bitter

"she misses you.. She wants to see you Jason.. She has not healed from losing you.. She wants to be with you and I will not stand by to allow you to give up"

He was right. The kid was right.

....

Jason rings the door bell holding flowers in his hand. She opens the door. She grips the door handle tightly bracing herself against the side of the door. So she wouldn't fall from her knees becoming weak.

Y/N knew he was alive but to see him.. To actually see his blue eyes that she had only been able to see in her brokenhearted memories.

"I couldn't remember what fl-fl--" he cleared his throat becoming emotional "flowers you like until I remembered.. I remembered us at the.. The fair and you.." his eyes start to shake

She wraps her arms around him letting herself break, but the best thing was that it was in his arms. She feels she can finally breathe.

Jason takes a deep breath as he began to cry. He had spent so many times thinking about this moment and fearing the worst. Though it was worth it. She was worth it..

The new couple knew Damian was so going to take credit for this...

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#Jason Todd X Reader #Angst #Batfamily #Bad Ra's al Ghul #Crying #Fluff #Reunion #Damian Wayne #Hurt #Comfort #Secrets #Guilt #Jason Todd needs a hug

[goodnightmemes]

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS (part two / ep5-8)

❛ Your life will take a complete change of course. Tonight. ❜

❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜

❛ I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye, but we have to pull together now, don't we? ❜

❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜

❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜

❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜

❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜

❛ Why, if it weren't for you, they would all still be alive today. ❜

❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜

❛ I don't need nor want to humiliate you, you're doing fine on your own. ❜

❛ Smart girls are only sexy until they don't wanna fuck you, and then they're competition, and then what do you do? You take them down a peg. ❜

❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜

❛ I assume I'm authorized to negotiate on your behalf with this individual? Unless you object right now, I assume I'm authorized to approach these negotiations from a hostile posture. ❜

❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜

❛ You've got to be smart. You have to realize, you can't trust people. Not you. Not anyone. ❜

❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜

❛ You are losing it, honey. ❜

❛ Or maybe I know what's actually happening here. Crazy as it sounds. If all this crazy bullshit is right, then maybe I know how to stop it. ❜

❛ Well, she's... she's quite dead. Isn't she? ❜

❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜

❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜

❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜

❛ I expect he's the kind of man you call if you, I don't know, accidentally kill a prostitute and need to dismember the corpse. ❜

❛ I like to think he killed someone. I like to think he's eaten human flesh. I like to think he took a piss on the tip-top of the world. ❜

❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜

❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜

❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜

❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜

❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜

❛ Why the fuck would you do that? I'm sorry. Why the fuck would you do that, sweetheart? ❜

❛ You smell like shit and you look like shit, and you're acting weird. ❜

❛ If anybody spoke to me like this, there would be repercussions! You do not get a free pass! ❜

❛ I'm afraid you're ringside for my reckoning, old friend. ❜

❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜

❛ I thought you only existed in the movies. ❜

❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜

❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜

❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜

❛ You're a monster, you know that? ❜

❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜

❛ You only ever wanted to be loved by him. You only ever wanted his approval. And it's still no fucking excuse. ❜

❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜

❛ I don't know you. The man I know, the man that I love could never… But you're not him. Are you? ❜

❛ But I didn't know! Did I? I didn't know who I was dealing with. ❜

❛ That candle will last you an hour or so, then, I'm afraid, you're in the dark. ❜

❛ I find most people have a threshold qualifier. Something or someone they'd be unwilling to sacrifice, no matter how sweet the deal. ❜

❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜

❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜

❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜

❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜

❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜

❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜

❛ I have no collateral. Collateral is leverage. And I won't be leveraged. ❜

❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜

❛ There is a lot about my job I love. But there are moments like these that bring me no joy. ❜

❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜

❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜

❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜

❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜

#rp meme #rp prompt #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #roleplay meme #inbox memes #*tfothou #*tv

[legendofmorons]

Safety in my arms (Time)

Pairing: Time x reader -Pre relationship

Rating: G

Summary: When you wake Time up from a nightmare, he pins you to the ground before apologizing. Despite what he thinks he deserves, you hold him tight until he's calm.

Genre: Mutual pinning, hurt/comfort

Warnings: None

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You are taking the middle shift of watch tonight, fore glowing and lighting up the night around you. Each of the boys easily seen if you scan the camp.

You hear someone muttering desperately. Sounding panicked.

You turn, trying to find the source- Sky, Wild, Twilight, and Wind are all sprawled across eacjother in a cuddle pile.

Legend and Hyrule are in their own bed rolls.

Warriors is settled opposite the fore as he sleeps-.

Time. Time is the one desperately muttering, starting to toss and turn based on the rustling you hear.

You stand from your spot by the fire, walking to where Time settled in between The cuddle pile and Legend.

"Time?" You whisper.

He dosen’t respond.

You can see the shadows his knot brow casts as he mutters quicker.

You move closer, kneeling beside his torso.

"Time."

He snarls something, face hardening.

A nightmare for sure.

You don't want to ruin his sleep- but his dream has already done that.

You set your hand on his shoulder, shaking slightly, "Time. Hey, come on, you're dreaming."

He bolts upright, hand shooting out to grab your wrist. He pulls you down on top of him, pinning you flat to the ground woth no warning.

"Hey- Hey. Time, it's okay." You say, holding his gaze.

He blinks, once, twice, then retracts his hold.

He pushes to his knees, raking his hands through his hair, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have attacked you."

You push up onto your own knees, eyeing him softly. "It's okay, I'm fine. You okay?"

"Fine."

"Please don't lie to me. You don't usually pin me to the ground like a threat when I wake you."

He let's out a long, shuddering sigh. "It's just a bad dream. Thabk you for waking me."

"Hey, anytime. I'm here for you."

"I know." Time says, not bothering to look at you. Why should he get to? He could have hurt you!

He dosen’t deserve kindness. Especially not from you.

You who are so bright and good-

"You're thinking real loud there." You say simply, "You don't have to talk about it, but you aren’t alone either."

"Thanks." He says, not sure how to put all his feelings into words.

"You're welcome. Do you- do you want a hug?" You ask. And it's a little silly but you know others like hugs after nightmares.

He looks at you, wide eyed and full of disbelief. "A hug?"

"Yeah. You can say no I just-"

He decides to be selfish. He wraps his arms around you tightly, face burying in your neck.

You grunt but hug him back just as tight, rubbing at his back.

"I got you. You're safe here. I won't let anyone hurt you Link."

He just swallow back an embarrassing whine at your words. Clinging in a less than hero like manner.

But you're solid, warm, and here. You hold him like he's precious to you.

If he wasn't falling before he is now. Golden three above.

"That's it, I'm here for you. As long as I'm around you are safe." You coo, repeating words you've heard from others.

But you mean it. You'll protect Time the way he deserves. You'll do anything for him.

As long as he comes out okay.

As he calms down his grip looseness a little.

Almost an hour passes before he speaks again, your words gentle and reassuring.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're good at comforting people?" He asks.

"Once or twice." You shrug, "Why?"

"You are... I think it helps that you can defend yourself."

"Probably. Who needs to be scared of the dark when I can fight evil away from them?" You grin, obviously not understanding the depth behind his

"Thank you... It's been a long time since someone has stayed with me after a noghtmare." Time says softer, trying not to sound to in love.

"Anytime. I mean it, I'm here for you. "

You do mean it to a startling amount, really.

"Thanks, (Y/n)."

"And hey, I'll keep you safe too if I can." You say, before cursing your own words.

How obvious can you be?

"Thank you. I'll keep you safe as well."

Time can hear his own heartbeat, but fuck if there isn't safety for him in your arms. You're so perfect for him.

You are why he fights on his worst days.

"Get some rest. I'll finish your shift." He says.

You just roll your eyes, "As safe as that would be, why don't we both stay up. Hm?"

He just grins. He knows he's whipped. Hopefully, you don't figure that out until you start dating.

#linkeduniverse #lu #lu time #lu time x reader #time x reader #linked universe x reader #misty writes

[heyidkyay]

Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part Four

Forewarning there's a bit of angst in this part- idk it just sort of happened and I ended up going with it.. so, sorry?? Don't hate me pls! But also, I'm not sure what to really make of this story, hope you lot like it though:)

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

Masterlist

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Lightly laughing, I looked down at our paired hands, at how Matty’s thumb kept running over the back of my own and I wondered whether he felt it too.

“Oi, Healy!” Someone called out, breaking the moment, “I thought that was you!”

And just like that, as I looked up and caught sight of the goddess of a girl headed straight towards us, I knew that I’d just let myself get far too caught up in the moment.

—

“Alexa, love! Didn’t realise they were just letting anyone in.” Matty welcomed the girl with a teasing grin, withdrawing from me to envelope this newcomer into an easy embrace. 

I had to take a small step back to re-centre myself, having let my emotions get the best of me for a minute there, and took the distracted moment to look around at the rest of the partygoers. But I could hardly concentrate, my head a little all over the place.

“Me neither. You can see why I was so surprised to find you here!” The girl, Alexa, snarked back with a strikingly stunning smile, now holding Matty at arms length. “Last I heard you were off galloping about in sunny Barbados.”

Matty hummed an impish confirmation, and I watched as a tiny smile pulled at either side of his lips. “Been back a while now. Finally got myself clean, didn’t I?”

Alexa seemed surprised by that, but her smile was genuine when she told him how happy she was for him. Something I could appreciate.

She engulfed him back up into another hug and murmured something or other into his ear, which caused Matty to nod his head in apparent amusement as they both chuckled. 

The two of them were just untangling themselves from one another when Matty seemed to suddenly remember my presence, I smiled a little awkwardly when both sets of eyes darted towards me.

“Oh, Lex! You have to meet Y/n, the lucky girl I’ve got hanging off my arm this evening.” Matty introduced with a sly grin, dragging me in closer to them now by the crook of my elbow.

I couldn’t seem to hide the small laugh I released as I just let him.

“And sweetheart, this is Alexa. Old friend of mine. Known her for almost as long as I’ve known the guys.” He added, gesturing a hand between the two of us.

The pleasant smile and bout of small talk I conjured up on the spot as I greeted her then would’ve won me a fucking Oscar, with my head where it was at and whatnot- I was quite sure of it. So sure, in fact, that I would’ve bet my mum’s mortgage on it then and there. 

But alas, there were no nominating editors around to bare witness to my bullshit of a show and the only other person who could’ve seen the sudden change in my demeanour would’ve been my sister, who, conveniently, was nowhere to be seen.

So I just grinned and bared it all, withdrawing more and more into myself as the conversation drew on. I’d tried to add a comment once or twice, but it was like treading water. Honestly, every time I even attempted to open my mouth, Alexa spoke up and shut me right down again, edging me out slowly but surely.

It took me a little while to notice it, but once I had, I found myself trying to determine whether I was right in just assuming.

“I still can’t believe out of the four of you, Hann’s the first one to properly settle down!” Alexa piped up with a wily grin, changing the topic from mine and Matty’s thoughts on the wedding ceremony she’d missed out on the second the chance arose. “I always figured it’d be Ross.”

I frowned slightly to myself, and then observed the way she playfully nudged Matty's chest, her fingertips lingering a second too long. 

In the time we'd continued talking, I'd noticed how she somehow had managed to rearrange herself even closer to the musician. Actually, they were now stood so near one another that you’d have had to have brought a pair of pliers along with you tonight to have simply discovered where the first one ended and the other began.

I felt like the apparent third wheel to the little party they’d wordlessly created for themselves, and having been forced into that feeling was more than a little painful.

Alexa seemed to touch Matty constantly too. Whether it was a gentle caress to his elbow, or just the persistent brush of fingers against his forearm.

So, not only was she actively excluding me from the conversation as best she could, she was also icing me out further by becoming a literal barrier between us.

Not that my date seemed to notice any of this, too preoccupied by the girl’s revered presence to pay my tenseness any mind- but maybe that was just me being petty.

To be frank, I wasn’t certain whether or not Alexa was doing it intentionally, or if it was just in her nature. She appeared to be a rather blatant flirt, that was obvious, but she was also quick on the uptake and witty enough to snipe right back at Matty and his sarcastically intelligent replies. Definitely someone who could match him toe to toe, I acknowledged.

And I wasn’t the type to shy away either, especially when I was having a good time, but honestly? In that moment, I just felt more than a tad uncomfortable by the whole charade.

“I truly am offended, Lex! Couldn’t you just picture me with a grubby toddler sat on each knee? Or having to make the school run in my Gucci dressing gown?” Matty exaggerated with a hand over his heart, responding to her previous comment. Alexa seemed to take the opening he’d given her and run with it.

She grinned at him, flashing me a row full of perfect teeth. “Oh, yeah. A kid on each knee, maybe, with the way you used to get around- but the school run? I’d be utterly surprised if you managed to wake yourself up before noon, babe. If I remember rightly, sex and sleep were the only two things that could keep that mind of yours occupied when we were together.”

Ah. 

So my gut had pretty much hit the nail on the head there. Because, of fucking course- of course!- out of all of the people I’d be forced into meeting at this now-turned-nightmare of a wedding, it just would’ve had to have been this greek goddess of a woman stood before me, with her sultry eyes and alluring smile. Who, coincidentally, just also happened to be Matty’s ex.

Did they all look like this? I found myself silently questioning.

Did he just happen to have a plethora of brokenhearted models trailing helplessly behind him?

I almost peered around then to make sure that there was no-one else headed over to throw another spanner into the works, but wilfully withheld. 

Because wouldn’t that have truly been the icing on the cake?

And with that thought, I couldn’t help but wonder what they both must’ve made of me, in the dress I’d decided to hem myself and the face of makeup I’d been forced to finish applying in the cab ride over here.

Fuck, this had all been such a mistake, hadn’t it?

“Y/n?”

I blinked myself out of my wayward thoughts to find Matty already watching me with a slightly concerned expression. I inhaled and shook my head lightly to right myself, dropping the hand I’d been using to worry my lower lip. “Sorry, must’ve missed that. Whatd’ya say?”

The crease between Matty’s brows deepened just as his mouth thinned, and I tried not to outwardly react when I felt his careful grip take my arm.

My. Mind. Was. Well and truly. Reeling.

“Was just mentioning the way we’d-“ He cut himself off mid-sentence there and decidedly dipped his head down towards mine, ignoring whatever else Alexa was saying as he did so. 

When Matty spoke again it was in a sort of hushed tone, which sounded a little fuzzy to my buzzing ears. “You sure you’re alright, darling? You kinda spaced out.”

I swallowed and forced a smile, slipping out from his hold. 

“Yeah, ‘course. Just need some air, I reckon. Bit stuffy in here.” I chuckled lightly, though it sounded somewhat strained even to me, as I swatted a hand about in the air between us. “Look, I’ll be back in a sec. Save me a drink, will you?”

And before Matty could even get another word in edgeways, I was backing away and sliding through the many tables full of people. 

I heard him call after me, voice confused, but didn’t chance looking back.

I was beyond thankful for the cold chill that hit my skin when I stepped out of the tent. My head was still whirling, whether it was from the encounter I’d just managed to escape from or the mass of people I’d been surrounded by all day, I didn’t know. But the evening air seemed to help dull the steaming onset of anxiety my mind had created as I trailed my way over to where a large maple tree idly sat, facing the chapel.

I leant up against its trunk as I patted down my pockets, groaning quietly at the evil reminder that hit me when I remembered I’d been forced into wearing a dress for this whole affair. Meaning that I hadn’t had the foresight to stick a cigarette or two down the hem of my knickers just in case of an emergency. 

Sort of like this, my mind unhelpfully supplied.

I let out a short sigh, deciding then that this night couldn’t really get any worse.

But, like always, the universe seemed rather excited to have yet another opportunity to shit all over me, because a downtrodden Matty approached not too soon after.

The singer chose not to say anything as he came to a slow halt beside me, and I watched out of the corner of my eye when he pulled a packet from the lining of his suit jacket to tip out a fag. 

My stare narrowed on its own accord, because of course he’d have just the thing I was dying for. Though I was far too stubborn to ask for one, especially after the little scene I’d stirred inside. 

So I just followed his example and kept quiet.

Matty was a rather deliberate person, I’d deemed simply from observing him throughout the night. I could see it then in the way he let his cigarette dangle loosely from his lip as he sheltered its end with a curved palm so that it would light. 

I watched as he took a slow drag, and then tried not to show how flustered I suddenly grew when my eyes flickered upwards and met his own in the dimly lit garden. 

He held the cigarette out towards me, billowing out a breath of smoke through pursed lips which seemed to cling to the stilted air surrounding us. 

Grateful, I took it, feeling the odd tingle that travelled up my wrist when our fingers brushed.

The nicotine was heaven sent and it seemed to do just the trick, finally managing to clear a way through my chaotic mind. I felt my shoulders sag as I slowly exhaled. 

“You gonna let me in on what that was just about?” Came Matty’s voice after what seemed like an eternity. It startled me a little if I was being honest, I figured we’d just share this fag and forget about the whole ordeal in truth. But then again, I’d never been lucky.

“What’dya mean?” I replied cluelessly, angling my face away from him and over towards the historic building opposite. I handed him back the cigarette.

He rolled his eyes, seemingly agitated by the response. “Don’t be like that.”

I shrugged a shoulder at him, not saying anything before, “Just didn’t feel too good. Like I said, it was stuffy in there.”

With a pointed scoff, Matty shook his head at me then purposefully took another drag.

I scowled, suddenly annoyed. “If you don’t like my answer, you can always fuck off back inside and ask someone else.”

He laughed sharply at me in retort, a bitter thing that broke up the smoke he breathed out. “You’re so fucking difficult. You know that?”

I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Just piss off, Matty.”

His mouth was quirked to one side when he glanced at me again, so I pointedly looked back towards the chapel with a roll of my eyes.

He chose to say nothing after that, merely opted to continue smoking in silence, studying me all the while with a small smirk painted on his lips. 

I grew irritated far too quickly, I knew that (it was one of my many flaws), but that irritation I felt was slowly being further fuelled by the fact that I could tell that Matty was now amused by it all. 

Infuriated, I was quick to shoot him a nasty glare as I went to walk away again, this time back towards the party.

“Fine, I’ll leave then.”

Matty groaned loudly into the night air, though his amusement was still palpable. “Oh, come on!”

I had to glance back at him, I couldn’t not, and found him to be stood just a foot or two behind me, his arms spread out wide with a disbelieving look on his face.

He dropped his cigarette upon noting that he’d won back my attention and quickly stamped it out on the gravelled path before taking another pointed step towards me. 

“What?” Matty goaded with a jerk of his head, and his Northern accent jumped out at me then, making it sound a lot more like ‘wot?’. “Is that all you’ve got say to me then?”

I felt myself gape. Because, he couldn't have actually been serious.

“You’re the one who wandered off in a right strop-” Matty decidedly barrelled on, uncaring for my reaction. “Had me fucking worryin’ over whether or not it was something I’d done. And when I come out to check on you, to make sure that you’re actually doing alright, you fucking tell me to do one! Why? What the fuck’s with that? We were having a good time- a fuckin’ great time, even! I just don’t get it.”

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the affect of his words wash over me. But that hurt was still there. 

In truth, I’d never been any good at expressing how I felt. Feelings? Why the fuck would anyone willingly want them? They were messy. And uptight. And almost always got you into the worst kinds of trouble. I wanted to scream.

“I don’t know, Matty! Okay?” I snapped right back at him, stressed and suddenly beyond annoyed, but mostly at myself. 

“I just felt shitty, alright? I didn’t want to just stand there, with you, and with her! And I think that’s pretty fucking valid! I mean- who willingly wants to be ignored? You made me feel so stupid! And, unimportant. And you’ve only gone and pissed me off even further by coming out here and acting as though you’ve no clue as to why I’m upset.”

Matty’s face was a right picture. And at any other given time I might’ve laughed, or rinsed him for it, but I was far too caught up in the moment.

Far too tired, too.

It had well and truly been a day. And as happy as I was for my sister and her new-found husband, I also just wanted to go home, have a kip, and wake up tomorrow morning having forgotten that this day had ever happened. If only for the sake of never having to acknowledge the way Matty’s very presence set my skin on fire. Or the fact that, after all these months we’d spent texting, I’d only now clued into the fact that the majority of it had just been me pining from behind a screen.

Because, although it might’ve taken me until tonight to have finally realised it, I did like Matty. I liked him an awful lot. 

Too much actually for someone who’d all but claimed to have bowed out of the dating game completely. And I only really had myself to blame for the mess I’d gotten myself into here- no, actually wait, scrap that. If anyone was rightly to blame for this whole ordeal then my sister held the flaming torch. Without all her needless meddling, I might’ve been alright tonight. Lonely, perhaps, but surrounded by friends and family, and without all this stupid unnecessary drama.

“So this is just about Alexa then?” Matty voiced and, wow.

“That’s all you took from that?�� I scoffed at him, completely in disbelief, “Yes, Matty. It’s partly about Alexa, but mainly about the way I fucking felt in there! The way you made me feel.”

He blinked back at me, and I watched the way his mouth opened and then closed, apparently unable to now form coherent words. My chest was heaving, and I knew I had to remove myself from the situation entirely before I did something I'd soon regret.

“Do me a favour and just, lose my number, yeah?” I told him as I turned on my heel and walked away, shaking my head.

“Oi, Y/n/n! Y/n!” Someone yelled out to me as I made my way back inside, but I was so hellbent on simply grabbing my things so that I could leave that Jamie’s sudden appearance at my side visibly startled me.

He broke me from the buzzing energy that was crawling its way across my skin and I physically jumped at the hand that took my shoulder.

“Cuz, just stop, would you?” Jamie spoke again, his voice more muted now, confused.

Glancing up into his worried eyes, I felt the hand he held on my shoulder tense slightly.

“What’s gone on? Where’re you off to?” My cousin pestered me as I attempted to shake him off and round him to get to the table just past us.

“Nothing, Jim. Just leave it be, yeah?”

Jamie was having none of that though, his head shook as he got a firmer hold on me. Blocking my path.

“Jamie.” I warned, already at my wits end. “Move out my way.”

“Fuck that.” He retorted with an apparent frown, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

I turned my head away from him, not wanting him to see the emotions that were getting the better of me.

“Y/n.” Jamie demanded, moving his neck at an odd angle to meet my glossy gaze. “Tell me.”

I let out an unhappy sigh, slumping. “Just having a shit night, alright? And I was trying to get out of here quickly, so if you don’t mind.”

I gestured vaguely towards the table then, hoping he’d get the message and move, but Jamie refused.

“The fuck’s gone on? The last time I saw you, you were happy as Larry. Larking about with that new bloke of yours-” Jamie paused suddenly and I saw the way his usually relaxed demeanour changed, “Was it him? Has he done something to you? I swear if he’s done anything, Y/n.”

Darkly, he shook his head, eyes fixated on finding the man in question.

“No, no, nothing’s happened, J. Just a bit of a mishap. My fault, really.” I tried to reassure him, but that only seemed to make things worse.

My eyes widened when Jamie’s head snapped up in the direction I’d just come from and I followed it to find Matty there, running an anxious hand through his hair whilst his eyes chose to scan the crowd. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jamie threatened, already in motion, and when my mind finally caught up with the situation at hand I immediately jumped to hold him back. 

But the thing about Jim was, that he was quite a fair bit taller than me now, had been since we were seventeen, but he was also built like a fuck-off tree. Ginormous, basically. And he wasn’t one to be easily stopped, not even with the way I was helplessly dragging my feet behind him and tugging at his arm.

“Jamie!” I hissed pleadingly, “Don't be a twat!”

But it was no use, we’d already stormed our way through half the venue and drawn up quite the crowd. Jamie was like a bull seeing red, and Matty was the flaming flag.

I didn’t know what to do as I watched Jamie barrel towards my date, full on fuming. 

“The fuck have you done?”

Matty looked a little like a deer caught in headlights when he turned towards us and found my cousin rounding on him. But the confused expression was gone in a split second, and rapidly replaced by an irritated scowl. His dark eyes skitted between Jamie and I, me hidden just behind my cousin’s shoulder. 

I flashed Matty an imploring look, hoping he’d understand and not infuriate Jamie any further- but when had anything ever gone my way?

“Fuck do you mean, what have I done?” Matty gobbed back, gearing up for the fight we all felt was coming. “You’re the one coming at me, mate.”

“Don’t call me your mate, you prick. And you know exactly why I’m asking.” Jamie retorted, his shoulders pulled right back so that he was now stood at his full height, towering a fair few inches above Matty himself.

“It doesn't take a genius to work out that you clearly have something to do with the fact that she’s leaving her sister’s wedding reception early.” Jamie told Matty, stabbing a thumb backwards and towards me.

Matty frowned, his mouth pursing as his gaze met mine. I swallowed thickly.

“Listen, I don’t know what she’s told-”

But Matty was promptly cut off then by my cousin, who looked just about ready to throttle him.

“She’s told me nothing, you utter twat. Too polite to call it like it is, but it’s not all that hard to add up, is it?  She’s upset and, coincidentally, you’re nowhere to be seen.” Jamie said with an unamused grin. And I couldn't help but note that he was rather terrifying when he wanted to be. “So go on, try and worm your way out of it, mate.”

“Oi, what’s going on here?” Came a third party and I glanced up just in time to see George step into defend Matty. He matched Jim inch for inch in stature, and the expression he wore told a story of its own.

I wondered, for a brief second, if I'd just happened to be the start of World War Three.

“Oh fuck off, would you?” Jamie grimaced, not even sparing George the curtesy of a mere glance. His focus honed in on Matty alone.

“Jamie!” I rebuked, having had enough now. I hurriedly made my way to squeeze between them all, my back to Matty’s chest. “Just stop it, will you? It’s none of your business what’s gone on. And I really don't need you fighting my battles.”

“But y/n..” Jamie instantly bristled, still seething, but I just shook my head at him, forcing him backwards slightly.

“Leave it. Please, Jim.” I whispered, peering up at him now with imploring eyes.

This was the last thing I’d wanted to happen tonight. This was the last thing my sister deserved. And I was just semi-grateful for the fact that her, nor Adam, were around to bear witness to it.

Though, I could only assume that they’d both find out before the night’s end, knowing that this would make the rumour mill as soon as.

My cousin met my steely gaze and softened slightly, he raised a brow, silently asking if I was certain, and so I dipped my head in a quiet reply.

Jamie inhaled, casting one last long look at Matty, who’s shoulders were still squared, before he relented. Stepping away, I sent him a very small, very thankful smile. But the look I received in response, told me that this was far from over. 

“Alright! You can all piss off back to the party now!” I demanded, waving everyone off. “I'd say have around on me but it's an open bar, so...”

When the last few dregs of prying people had finally scattered, I let go of the defeated sigh I’d been withholding and it felt like my entire body drooped with it.

I didn't know what to do with myself after that, the DJ was spinning again and the drinks were now back in flow. I found that I just wanted to disappear really, and the last thing I wanted was for-

“Y/n?"

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[witchfarnese]

"Bodyguard" || James Valdez x Reader (PART 1)

Summary: You are Camila Vargas' daughter and you're used to your mother's meetings with people who don't seem trustworthy at all. One day, however, your mom invites you to one of these meetings along with a man, James, who she says will become your bodyguard.

I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical errors, English is not my native language.

Pairings: James Valdez x Reader 

Word count: 1,5k

Warnings: Swear words, description of sexual content

Mi amor, I need to introduce you to someone.

This was the message I had received from my mother, Camila Vargas. The tone of the message was neutral, but it didn't bode well. I walked through the long hallway of our villa, arriving at the door of her office. I knew perfectly well what my mother's job was, but I had never wanted to get involved, and neither did she feel the need for it.

I knocked on the door twice, and from inside, I heard a voice telling me to come in. I had never been in that room before, and at first glance, it looked like the typical office of an accountant. Standing next to my mom, there was a man I had never seen before. He didn't seem like one of those men with questionable faces that I often saw around the house.

"Mi pequeña, I wanted to introduce you to James Valdez. James is one of my trusted men, and he will be tasked with being your bodyguard," said my mom.

My bodyguard? I looked at the man, and from his expression, he wasn't thrilled about babysitting me and following me around.

"Is something going on?" I wasn't stupid; if things were calm, she would never need someone to protect me.

"Let's just say I'm working on something. Anyway, that's all for now. James, your job starts now," and with that, my mom dismissed us.

I left the room with James behind me, and as I walked down the hallway that led me to that room, I turned to get a better look at James.

"So, you're my new babysitter?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Seems like it," he replied, trying to look elsewhere. He wasn't thrilled, and it was obvious.

"I'm sorry you're forced to do this; it's clear you're not happy," I said sincerely. He seemed surprised that I spoke to him so candidly.

"It's not so terrible to take you out for food and shopping," he said, winking. At that moment, I was quite irritated.

"Do you think that just because I'm Camila Vargas's daughter, all I do in my free time is shopping? Darling, you've got me all wrong," I replied angrily and quickly walked away.

He ran after me trying to catch up, but I reached my room first and locked the door. I couldn't stand the idea that he thought that of me. If he thought it, anyone could.

"Open this door," he said firmly from the other side. I didn't respond to him.

"Y/N, open this damn door, or I'll kick it down," he said again. In the end, I gave in and opened it.

"Thanks," he said, forcing his way in and locking the door behind him. Then he grabbed me by the arms and pushed me against the wall.

"Listen, kid," his face was inches from mine, "I have no desire to make this job harder than it is. I respect your mother; she entrusted me with the most important thing to her, and that's fine. But you're still a kid, and you need to learn that you can't behave like this with me." His words hit me hard and made my head spin. I didn't actually know if it was spinning because of his words or because he was so close to me and in a rather inappropriate position. I nodded, and he let me go. I was nervous; how dare he call me a kid?

"I want to sleep now," I told him, moving away from him and getting under the covers. He settled in the chair at my desk. If I told him to leave, he would get angry again, so I tried not to think about it and tried to sleep.

***

I woke up groggy. I didn't know how long I had been sleeping. As soon as I woke up, I saw James in the same position I had left him, and he was staring at me. "Good morning, princess, slept well?" He was mocking me. I was starting not to like him. I huffed and got out of bed. I was all disheveled and needed to freshen up.

"I'm going to take a shower," I said, stretching. I noticed he was watching me, so I looked at him too.

"Want to come with me?" I teased him. He looked at me with a mix of hatred and excitement. After all, he was still a man. I shrugged and headed towards the shower.

"Keep the door open," he said firmly. "Forget it," I snapped.

"Fine," he replied, getting up and following me into the bathroom. He leaned against a cabinet and gestured for me to do what I needed to do. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine, I'll keep the door open, but get out of here," I finally replied. He went back to sit on the desk chair. I undressed behind a corner and wrapped a very large towel around myself. I only took it off when I was in the shower with the door closed. The warm water was so relaxing that I stayed there for a while. Maybe too long, because at one point, I heard a knock on the shower door.

"Oh my God, everything's fine, I'm just relaxing," I replied to the figure of James tapping on the shower. He backed away, and I tried to finish what I was doing quickly before he came back to bother me. After getting out of the shower, I dried off quickly behind the corner and then went to my room. I took out some underwear and a very short and colorful summer dress.

"Can you at least turn around?" I said to James, and he did. I made sure there were no mirror surfaces where he could peek, and then I quickly got dressed. "Done," I told him, and he turned around, still looking at me. His expression ran all over my body. I felt a bit uncomfortable, so I was the first to look away. Then I grabbed the hairdryer from the bathroom and started drying my hair. At one point, I saw James behind me; he took the hairdryer from my hand and started drying my hair. I didn't know how to react to that situation, so I let him do it.

"Thank you," I said at the end, and he didn't say anything. I looked at the clock; it was almost eight, and my stomach wanted to be filled.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat?" I asked him, and he nodded.

He insisted on taking his car and driving me to a place. When we arrived, I noticed it was a typical American diner. We sat at a table and ordered food. The waitress almost had a heart attack seeing James, as if he were the most handsome man in the world.

"Hey, look who it is," a voice behind me said. It was my ex-boyfriend, one of the people I hated the most in the world. "Hi," I barely replied.

"And who's this, your new boyfriend? Are you fucking?" He said. He was starting to irritate me.

"Listen, asshole, do you leave by yourself or do I have to make you leave? I'm not as nice as I seem," James replied.

"Ohhh, so she really gave it to you. Man, you're lucky, she didn't want to do anything with me, using the excuse of virginity," he laughed.

"Maybe ask yourself some questions then," I said, rolling my eyes.

James suddenly stood up, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him.

"Wasn't I clear enough?" His face was inches from my ex-boyfriend's, and it was quite menacing. My ex began to tremble in fear.

"Sorry, man, I'll leave you guys alone," he said, still trembling, and quickly ran away. "You associated yourself with a guy like that?" James said to me, but noticing that I was embarrassed by what my ex-boyfriend had said in front of him, he dropped the subject, and silence fell between us. When the food arrived, I attacked the plate without looking at James and finished it very quickly.

"It was very good," I said only, still looking down. James remained silent, but after a few seconds, he began to speak. "Listen, Y/N, you did well not to go with that guy. You would have regretted it for sure," his words were understanding and comforting, and they made me feel good.

"Anyway, I didn't think you were still a virgin," he added as if it were a normal thing to say.

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious about his statement.

"I mean, you're a beautiful girl, you could have anyone at your feet," he said. "Once again, you've judged me as someone I'm not," I replied, but this time I wasn't angry.

"It seems so," he replied, smiling at me. It was the first time he smiled, and I understood why the waitress had felt faint when we arrived. He was really handsome. I tried to brush off these thoughts, but he seemed to notice. "What's wrong, do you like my smile?" he said, winking, just like I had done earlier inviting him to come into the shower with me. I looked away. At one point, I heard the beep of his phone. He looked at the phone.

"Okay Y/N, we have a problem. I need to take you away from here, to an isolated and safe place," he said, suddenly becoming serious.

I didn't understand what was happening, but with him, I felt safe.

#james valdez #peter gadiot #queen of the south #la reina del sur #peter gadiot x reader #james valdez x reader #man #handsome #shanks #one piece

[mylittleredgirl]

finally, m*a*s*h update!

season four disc two! ("quo vadis, captain chandler" to "dear ma")

there is a LOT going on in the frank and margaret department

i kind of tipped my hand here when i posted about my new obsession, but even if you are not circling the drain on this doomed ship... the Unresolved Breakup Tension is fuckin WILD in this disc

she literally punches him in the face!!! how was that not a breakup!

but then he buys her something or does something to charm or impress her, and it works! then he blows it again!! rinse and repeat!!!! i am 👀🍿

sam and diane from cheers are still theeee platonic ideal of slap-slap-kiss but these clowns definitely walked so they could run

i literally jumped off the couch when his wife found out, aaaaa it's so juicy

I'M SORRY i realize this doesn't speak well of me as a person, but those long close-ups on her face as she voluntarily eavesdrops on him dismissing their relationship (twice!!) and her heart gets fully crushed??? i could eat popcorn to this all day.

this is the kind of dysfunctional relationship that my artist friends would choose in our youth so that we could Suffer and Make Art, so i really hope margaret is writing terrible poetry about it

anyway, we're peroxide-roots deep into GIRL WHY??!??

and then bj very gently explains to radar that well, see, frank and margaret both kinda suck and we're in the middle of nowhere, so they're all they've got

and i had to spend three or four days staring at the ceiling about it, because YEAH. it's not just that they're each other's only rank-appropriate source of star-spangled orgasms

(and they both care far more about military hierarchy than they do about marital fidelity)

but they are so consistently unkind to everyone around them that they have no other choice for any human connection full stop.

i'm not even talking about their ongoing bullying war with hawkeye and trapper or bj, because that's dirty pool on both sides, but i could count on one hand the number of times either of them have interacted with a subordinate nurse or enlisted man without threatening them. like they literally would not have anyone else to talk to.

but the reveal that she still wants to MARRY HIM? oh god. ohhhh honey. noooo.

that fake proposal prank was so genuinely mean. mostly because they ruined her hot date! 👏 let 👏 margaret 👏 fuck 👏 random 👏 dudes 👏

"isn't general barker the one who wanted you to spank him?" lmaoooo

OKAY i swear i can talk about other things:

hawkeye continues to just NOT pull without trapper here. the nurses are fully dismissing or ignoring his efforts, and honestly is he even trying that hard?? have we seen him get even one date?

i've been trying to come up with an "intricate rituals" joke about hawkeye and trapper but where the rituals are... girls. you get me.

i re-watched the pilot and the desk ep (for frank/margaret reasons DON'T JUDGE ME), and hawkeye and trapper LITERALLY end the pilot handcuffed together, and in the next episode talk about sharing a nurse. how am i supposed to take this???

speaking of nurses, you know that little 🙄 you have to ignore in 2024 whenever the women on m*a*s*h get called honey and sweetheart and baby on the job (though tbh i worked on a construction site and an ad sales office in the 2010's and got the same treatment -- but in the modern day it's done ironically babe)

BUT when potter calls margaret "good girl" after he gets shot??? total opposite feeling. i literally had to pause and take a moment. he's her dad now.

also when he tucks radar in???? everyone's dad actually

in loving memory of radar's other dad though, two important points:

how proud would henry have been of drunk & disorderly radar??

and henry's "i've always wondered if i might be radar's dad" bit is genuinely 900% funnier now that we know radar's mom looks EXACTLY like him.

i don't think i have ever circled back to talk about klinger, who became so so so awesome

it's so funny that in klinger's very first appearance and 30 times since then, he has been told straight up that wearing women's clothes will never work to get him out of the army. there's no explanation for his commitment to this particular form of passive resistance except that he genuinely loves it

the swamp rats built a still and klinger got a sewing machine and learned a craft. he's so good at it!! his looks are 🔥

i feel uncomfortable when i see him in fatigues tbh. it happened a few times in this disc and i would like it to Stop actually

also precious baby father mulcahey... Protect Him.

i LOVE that everyone showed up for his church service when the grand poobah chaplain was in town. they love each other!!! (also the life magazine jeep shoot!!!)

"quo vadis, captain chandler" was really good. i'm still over colonel flagg's whole deal but i now understand why everyone loves sidney freedman, and the guest actor they had playing not-jesus was incredible

bj continues to be the best little brother hawkeye could have asked for

also he maybe invented cpr?

i didn't say much about him here but I LOVE HIM and also his off-screen wife

forward and onward!!!

#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h #mashblogging #if anyone wants me to @ them in the notes when i do these let me know <3

[pohyuck]

lee donghyuck x reader

☆ fluff, tiny bit of angst, jealousy, cheating, kissing, heavy cursing, childhood friends to lovers, 4.3k wc

not proofread

☆★☆

haechan was playing with his friends when he heard a girl cry loudly, turning his head he saw two boys making fun of the little girl.

despite him being smaller than the two, he didn't think twice about hiding you behind him and yelling at the other two to leave you alone.

you two have been unseperable ever since, and he promised never to let anyone hurt you again.

who would have thought that in the end, he would be the cause to your heartache?

★

although the grownups in your life constantly encourage you to enjoy your youth since you won't get the chance to do it again, there are some aspects of it that are unpleasant. the continual change in your body, the pressure from those around you, and the abandonment of friends.

its pathetic how you still care about the guy that left you without saying anything.

★

you and haechan have some sort of friday night ritual where he comes over to watch a movie marathon with you. but tonight, for some reason, he wasn't there. even though you weren't very concerned by it, you still felt compelled to ask him about it.

weird. you thought. no reply.

you just shrugged it off, figuring that he was either asleep or had an urgent task to complete. but once it had been three days and he hadn't replied or read your texts, you began to worry.

you just decided to ask him about it at school. however, he was acting even stranger at school. his responses seemed reserved, and eventually, he simply ignored you.

you tried to reach out to him often, but each time he gave you an excuse to be left alone. you just stopped communicating with him after you grew tired of his attitude.

it left you hurt and confused. the night you finally accepted that you had lost your bestfriend, you buried yourself in your tears.

★

you're really grateful to your friends for helping you get over what happened and you don't know what you would have done without them.

"tonight's the night you finally get out there! there are a lot more better, hotter men out there than that idiot, redacted" your friend, youngsi exclaims

"i just got here how are you drunk already" you ask as you try to hold her stable

"well i arrived here 2 hours ago so i don't think you expected me to hold myself back for you. i would die for you, but you know it's alcohol over you. only the truth" she says and you scrunch your nose at the smell of alcohol in her breath.

"and i'm not drunk! just tipsy! now let's find you a man. but first, a drink of course." she grins as she pulls you deeper into the crowd.

she hands you your drink and asks, "so, have you seen anyone interesting yet?" she raises her eyebrows at you

renjun approaches you and wrapped you both in a hug "good evening ladies" he greeted with a smile "what's up"

"hey rj, we're on a mission to find y/n's new man tonight" youngsi grins and renjun just chuckles. "well, goodluck with that i'm gonna go play some beer pong. you guys wanna join?" youngsi already stood up ready to follow him, he looks at you "i'm good. i just want to sit down for now. you guys have fun though." he smiles at you and youngsi hugged you before walking away

not too long after your friends had left you, a guy sat down beside you, you didn't acknowledge him until he spoke

"hey, you're y/n right?" he asks in a quiet tone "oh hi, yes i am, i'm sorry but may i ask for your name?," you reply "i'm han sungho, we study at the same university but a seperate campus, i see you a lot on the bulettin board. you're really pretty"

you both blushed "thanks. what's your course?" "fine arts" he smiles shyly

"oh! that is so cool you know fine arts was actually my second choice," the both of you talked the whole night, enjoying each other's company

after exchanging numbers, you two got closer and eventually started dating.

★

they were both rushing late, and jeno, haechan's roommate, roared into his ear, "DONGHYUCK GET THE FUCK UP." haechan grumbled and griped, asking why he would even bother to wake him up.

"i would feel too guilty leaving without you." "please adjust for me once and go get washed up" he begs. "five more minutes" haechan groans. "screw that, just change. NOW. or i'm really going to go without you"

he hurried to get ready as soon as he could, feeling quite awful for making his friend run late.

"hey, what's with the long face?" jaemin greets them with a smile. "fucking exhausted" haechan groans. "wouldn't have happened if you actually rested and not play video games the whole night" jeno nags.

"why rest when you can just play video games right?" jeno rolled his eyes at this and haechan just shrugged.

as soon as your breaks matched, sungho and you made the decision to have lunch together. given that his room is close to the cafeteria, you decided to pick him up.

haechan passed by you as you stood outside the room waiting for your partner, but you didn't appear to notice. he continued to turn to face you until he caught you with sungho. he winced at this and turned aside, oblivious to his own thoughts.

★

your professor was pairing you up for a group assignment the following day, and when your heard the name he called with yours, your hands started to sweat

"hi y/n! it's been too long since we last talked, how are you?" jaemin sits next to you. you were pretty close to haechan's friends, but since he ghosted you, all of your interactions have ended.

"hey jaemin, i've been alright" you reply in a low tone, not quite ready to be talking with someone that is within haechan's circle

"that's nice to hear. well, i'm looking forward to working with you, friend" he says while shaking your hand. you smiled and nod at him

★

"i still cant believe that out of the 50% chance i would get partnered up with a haechanette, i actually get partnered up with a haechanette" you gripe

youngsi shakes her head at this "guess universe isn't on your side for today. but maybe it's a sign?" she says while tilting her head

"why would it be a sign? for what?"

"duh! for you know, you and haechan.. actually no i don't want that it's nothing it's just a class project! atleast it isn't him you were partnered up with" you agree with this. "and it would be strange since youre not in the same class so.. whatever just goodluck, girl"

★

you both agreed that it would be best to do the project at jaemin's dorm since it was closer to the campus than yours and you still had a class in two hours.

you can't help but worry about running into haechan though.

"don't worry he won't be home until 5, you know i won't put you in such a situation y/n" jaemin assures you. having some of your tension eased, you can now breathe more easily.

★

as you were on your way to class, and as the elevator doors open, the man inside was haechan, luckily, you didn't react at all and just went inside, he hopped out and left. you didn't realize you were holding your breath until you were alone

"holy shit" haechan says while walking to his dorm, he got inside looking pale and wide-eyed "what the hell happened to you?" jaemin questions. haechan didn't reply to him and just went into his room

the whole time you were in class, all you could think about was the situation at the dorm, you were lucky enough that you didn't meet in their dorm room but not lucky enough to just not run into him at all. you sigh deeply

★

you've been coming over to jaemin's dorm for a while now, and fortunately, you haven't seen haechan yet since the time you met at the elevator so you we're feeling ease.

and since the universe isn't always on your side, as you were putting your shoes on, ready to leave, someone opens the front door, and that someone just happens to be the person you've been avoiding

he gave you a quick glance before entering his room. jaemin had an embarrassed expression on his face when you turned to face him he mouthed sorry to you, and you just shook your head

when you told your friends about what happened, their jaws were on the floor

"i cannot believe that just happened" renjun finally spoke and youngsi was just looking at you with her mouth widely open. renjun closed her mouth and said, "so what did he do he just looked at you and go?" you nod, "well yeah, what is there to talk about anyway? i'm actually glad he didn't speak to me" youngsi grumbles. she was already enraged with haechan since you had formerly spent more time with him, but after he hurt you, she has absolutely abhorred him.

"that's nice then, you won't have to worry about talking to him even if he's at the dorm. you'll get the project done sooner and you wouldn't have to worry about meeting him at all! yay!" she celebrates. you and renjun only looked at each other, both unsure of the situation

★

"why was y/n here? jaemin i know you're a playboy and all but you should know enough not to fuck with her" haechan says, annoyed

"i would never try to get with someone who's taken. she only came over so we could do our project for mr. kim's class. and unlike you, i try not to hurt my friends" jaemin rolls his eyes at haechan and walked away

haechan only sighs and sat by himself.

★

jeno was clueless about what happened so he was confused why his friends were quiet "okay, can someone tell me what the fuck happened?" jaemin grumbles and haechan looked away "alright, you two go get dressed up we are going to hang out today, make up, and be best friends forever, how about that?" jeno says with hope of his friends agreeing

"how about we just stay home?" haechan remarks "how about i just rip your playstation to pieces?" jeno threatens "you wouldn't" "yes i would, i'm not the one who pays it" they squint their eye at each other "fine"

★

haechan noticed you and sungho together as they were strolling around the mall; he wishes he were the one holding your hand and making you laugh, but he doesn't deserve it after what he had done to you.

"so, where do you kids want to go?" jeno puts his arms around jaemin and haechan's shoulders "home" jaemin says. jeno flicks his forehead

"i want ice cream" haechan says as he saw you and sungho walk in the ice cream shop. "let's go get some ice cream then"

he searched the room for you when he entered and when he did, he spotted you giving your partner ice cream and taking pictures of him. he felt so envious

"yo, what do you want to order" jeno taps his shoulder

as they were having their ice cream he was only looking at you, when jeno saw what haechan was doing, he slammed his head and said, "you had me pay ten bucks for you to stare at a girl?!" jaemin glances in the same general direction that haechan was looking and sighs.

as soon as you finished your dessert, you hastily left since you were conscious of someone staring at you and it made you feel uncomfortable.

"you okay, love?" sungho asks you as he was worried "yeah i'm fine i just have to go to the bathroom real quick" sungho nods at you

★

"i can't believe were almost done! thank you oh my gosh" you sigh happily and jaemin just smiles

"ugh this month has been so tiring, i'm just glad i got partnered up with someone i know" you agree with this

haechan left his room and announced that he was going to the store to buy some things "i'll be back soon please don't lock the door i broke my keys. or at least open it for me later." jaemin gives him a thumbs up and returns to working with you

on his way to the store, haechan noticed a couple acting affectionately on the sidewalk. he was going to cringe until he realized who the man was.

"that shameless fucker" haechan mutters, contemplating whether to confront sungho or simply tell you what he saw. he assumes that it would be best to do so when he returns, but by that time, you had already left.

he decides he would just tell you the next time you come over

★

he felt so awful and guilty every time you passed him with sungho and you looking so happy. he wanted to interrupt you both so he could tell you what the man has been doing to behind your back.

haechan asked jaemin if he could have some time alone with you "please. just 10 minutes" he pleads. jaemin sighs and lets him "i swear if you make her uncomf-" haechan cuts him off "i won't!"

haechan opening the door for you caught you off guard. you simply walked his path without saying a word. he gave you a glass of water and you thank him softly

"so where's jaemin?" "y/n i have something to tell you" you felt nervous when these words came out of his mouth. "what is it about?" you ask "it's about your boyfriend, sungho?" you nod and giving him the signal to continue

"remember when i told you i was gonna pick some stuff up at the store? i saw him with some girl on my way there. they were being so touchy too"

"are you sure this is not just some joke of yours?" you weren't certain he could be trusted.

"what?" he looked confused "haechan, i'm not in the mood for this right now" he sighs and says "y/n i'm not kidding why would i joke about this?"

"well it's kind of natural to lose your trust in someone after they leave you" you shrug and he just hangs his head low "it's your choice whether to believe me or not. i did my part to let you know"

★

all you could think of whenever you were with sungho was what haechan told you. since he often felt the need to leave school as soon as his classes concluded and had been acting a little aloof lately, you believed that he had an urgent matter to attend to and didn't bother to question anymore.

but once he came over at yours, you noticed something and say, "i didn't give you that" he looked at you confused "give me what" you pointed at his neck "that hickey on your fucking neck, sungho"

he rubbed it and made an attempt at an explanation, but it was too blatant. he reached out to you but you moved away, saying, "get out," "y/n i can expl-" "I SAID GET OUT!"

your friends were out of town and the only person you could reach was jaemin. since you've been working on your project virtually every week, you two have become closer. you walked over to his room since you knew he wouldn't judge you.

when the door opened, it wasn't jaemin who was on the other side; instead, it was haechan, who had first warned you about this.

he pulled you into the room after noticing your tears, and was taken aback when you hugged him. he just held you until you were comforted.

"i'm sorry for interrupting, but I simply needed some company and thought jaemin would answer the door for me."

while wiping away the tears from your cheeks, haechan said, "hey, it's alright. jaemin's not home, but i hope i can provide you the company that you need?"

you sat down on the couch and began to tell him what had happened. he listened intently as you said, "he cheated on me, hyuck," and as more tears rolled down your cheeks, he pulled you into a hug, saying, "it will be okay, y/n. i'm here."

you mutter, "you still owe me an apology," to which he responds, "i know, and I want to make it up to you. can i pick you up and bring you to our spot tomorrow?" you nodded as you turned to face him, and he grinned and fluffed your hair.

being with haechan once more was comfortable. you hoped that he wouldn't hurt you again.

★

he fulfilled upon his word by picking you up the next day and driving you to your favorite place for stargazing. you were sat at the hood of his car and he began to speak

"i want to start by saying thank you for allowing me to apologize to you. y/n, i'm very sorry. i was struggling to feel okay and just wasn't able to get well. i didn't tell you about it because i knew you would have tried to help, but i didn't want you to. the people around me made it worse, school was also bullshit, and everything was just stressful. i wanted to improve myself for you, and i wanted to do it alone. i would be unpleasant and swear at everyone who attempted to help me, so i fled out of fear that i would do the same to you. until i was too frightened to even approach you. so sorry again. please try to forgive me; i promise to treat you better. i was a coward and i'm so stupid to do that to my best friend who only wanted the best for me."

you start to tear up "hyuck, i'm sorry for what happened to you and i'm sorry for not attempting to understand you. thank you for trying to do that for me, but i would have loved if you let me know earlier," you both laughed as you made a light joke. "i forgive you" you smile at him "you don't have to apologize for anything; it's all my fault, thank you y/n" he said as he gazed up at you and pulled you into a close hug.

★

when your friends returned, you filled them in on what happened between you and sungho as well as the reconciliation between you and haechan.

youngsi clenches her hands and says, "i'm literally going to beat sungho up," while renjun sobs, "i'm so sorry y/n, i was out having fun while you were alone. i'm so sorry."

when you noticed that renjun was crying, you started to cry as well. you comforted him, saying, "rj, it's okay haechan was with me, i'm glad you got to relax without having to think of anything else, you deserve that more than anything."

youngsi also started to cry and the three of you continued to weep and drink all night. words cannot express how grateful you are to have them.

★

you made the decision to go out to a club with your friends tonight, and they asked that you bring haechan.

haechan was overjoyed by this and eager to see you once more. he picked you up and drove you both to the place

"hey girl!" youngsi greets you haechan smiled at her and she replied with a nod "renjun's at the bar, let's get you both a drink"

haechan stayed by your side the entire night and made sure not to drink much so he could drive you back to your place after. "you guys, i have to go, my man's waiting for me outside" youngsi announced and renjun asked if he could come with as he wasn't feeling too well anymore. you bid your goodbyes and you're left alone with haechan

"do you want to go home too? you're drunk already" you scoffed "no i'm not!" he just nodded at you "maybe a little bit," you run your hands through his leather jacket, he felt tense

"i am so attracted to you right now" he blushed "hyuck, i want you" you sat on his lap and he held you by your waist "y/n, you're drunk. i'm taking you home" "i'm not drunk!" you whine. he walks you to his car and drove you home. he heard you gently call his name while he was tucking you in bed. you tugged on his jacket's hem and whispered, "stay"

★

when you were going to make yourself some tea since you had woke up with the worst headache ever and were trying to recall how the hell you got home, you noticed a man sleeping on your couch. you screamed loudly, causing the man to jump and tumble off the couch.

"haechan!? what are you doing here!?" "you were begging me to stay last night! it was the only way to make you go to sleep!" he argued

you just made your way to the kitchen and started to make tea for the both of you. haechan positioned himself on the kitchen counter

"so what happened last night? i completely blacked out" you ask him while rubbing your temple and handing him his tea

"nothing much, besides from you telling me you wanted me" you almost choke on your drink and looked at him wide-eyed

"i did WHAT?" he chuckles "so what did you do?" "i would never take advantage of anyone y/n. i took you home"

"such a gentleman huh? what if i told you i wanted you now?" he wraps his arms around your body and rests his hands on your lower back as you get closer to him.

"don't test me, y/n" he says in a low tone "or what?" he leans closer to you, your lips only a few inches away, until he walked away

you paused. "what the fuck donghyuck" he laughs and starts eating he squints his eyes at you while smiling "what? i felt hungry. eat up" you rolled your eyes

★

you were picked up from your room by haechan, who then escorted you to class. he envelops your body in his arms and kisses the top of your head before saying, "i'll pick you up at eight, okay?" you merely nod as you enter the classroom.

haechan picked you up and drove you to your favorite fast food restaurant for dinner. he then bought you both milkshakes and drove to where you like to stargaze.

you two relaxed in silence as you sat on the hood of his car.

he suddenly stood up and positioned himself between your legs and places his arms on your waist. he smiles widely at you and you laugh "what?"

"nothing, i'm just really happy to be with you" he holds your hand "y/n?" you looked at him "can i kiss you?" you blushed and nodded. he leans in and places his lips on yours you place your hand on his neck and he tightens his hold on your waist.

you pulled away for air and he pecks your lips then before resting his forehead on yours. "i'll treat you better than you deserve. will you be mine?" "i've been yours since that day at the playground" he beams and gives you another kiss.

★

you woke up with someone's arm wrapped around your frame you turned around to see haechan sleeping soundly

he looks so pretty. you thought. his golden skin, his moles, and his plump lips that you can't get enough of. but you really need to go to the bathroom so you try to get out of his hold but he only tightens it

"baby, stay with me" he nuzzles his head in your neck "hyuck, i have to pee" he looks at you "okay, but hurry up" you peck his lips and ran to the bathroom

you got back to an empty bed and hear him call you in the kitchen. "good morning, pretty" he greets you with a wide smile you hug him from the back and he turns to face you for a short kiss and returns to cooking.

you've always been a fan of his culinary skill; the meals he prepares are incredible, and you used to make jokes about getting married to him simply so you could eat well every day

"renjun and youngsi were supposed to come over today but i don't want to kick you out so i'm cancelling" you tell him. "what? no! i can cook more for them tell them to have breakfast here"

you and haechan both tell the other two that you two are dating, which causes renjun to spit out his meal in disbelief and youngsi to choke.

"she was still mine first" youngsi tells to haechan and he replied "we've been together since preschool you met her in highschool! she's always been mine"

you blush at his statement and renjun was the only one to notice as the other two were busy arguing. he mouthed congrats to you

when your friends left, you and haechan were relaxed on the couch, taking pleasure in a movie you simply happened to choose. and you were happy. your body easily fits into his arms. it seems as though you were meant to be together. in your lover's arms on a friday night was the ideal way to spend the evening.

#haechan #haechan x reader #nct x you #lee donghyuck #nct imagines #nct x reader #haechan x y/n #nct fluff #hyuck fluff #donghyuck drabbles

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 1: the give away

(Bright eyes is ftm trans in this but not all of the other characters know this so they use he/they when referring to him) tanker and Lovely use they/them pronouns (this is the same in all of my fics)

To put it simply Vincent honestly didn't understand what the big deal was.

Yes, Sam had confided in him about the way Bright eyes acted out and how the whole "wonder world incident III" was Bright's fault but giving Bright away to William? Seemed a bit...drastic. However Vincent had never seen how bad the arguments got, how Bright would act like a 'rebellious teen on steroids' and how Sam would scare himself sh*tless realising who he was beginning to sound like...his parents.

Vincent only ever heard Sam's side of the story and Bright wasn't big on talking to well...anyone other than Sam, when they were arguing, Fred, when he was telling him to get out of his room and Tanker when they would hang out.

Not to mention this was William's idea.

Vincent was the first person William had told about this. Will's plan was to run it by Vincent to get his advice, then ask Bright if he wanted to, then ask for Sam's consent. In any case, Vincent thought that the idea was a little on the extreme side but he could see some good coming out of it.

He wandered through the halls of the solaire household as he thought about all this and eventually found himself back in one of the common rooms, where he left lovely. He smiled to himself and walked over to them.

"Hey lovely" Lovely's head perked up at the sound of his voice

"Oh! Hey Vincent" the meeting with William wasn't particularly long but the two embrace nonetheless

"How did it go?" Asked Lovely. Neither of them knew what the meeting was going to be about, Vincent was just notified that William wanted to "discuss a potential proposal and wanted his opinion".

But now that Vincent knew what William's "proposal" was, he of course planned on telling Lovely.

"It went alright I mean, it was....unexpected" Lovely gave him a look of curiosity. Vincent sat next to them and instinctively put his arm around them.

"So what WAS the meeting about?" Vincent hesitated for a moment due to him worrying that gossiping about something like this while IN the solaire house might not be a good idea but then brushed the thought aside, he was pretty sure Alexis was out, Fred was at Sam's and he hadn't seen Bright.

"Welll~ you've met Bright eyes right?" Lovely thought for a moment then gave a nodd.

"Uh huh, yeah we've brushed shoulders once or twice, he's Sam's progeny right?" Vincent gave a blunt laugh at that last comment.

"Ha! No no he's FRED'S progeny (who is Sam's progeny)"

"Oooohh sorry, its just from what little I've heard of them they just seemed like there both being taken care of by Sam right?"

"Yeah but that's only because Fred can't exactly take care of or teach Bright to be a vampire right?" Vincent replied. Lovely understood.

"Ah ok I get it. What about them?" Vincent gave one more look into the hallway just to check that no one else was listening, he saw no one so he continued.

"OK so you know that Bright is being 'taken care of' by Sam right?" He continued without Lovely having to answer "buuut Sam and Bright have an extremely...rocky relationship, with Sam initially blaming the whole wonder world III incident on Bright and them not apologising to Fred. So they tend to argue a lot. Sam tells me a little about these arguments but only after they both have calmed down." Lovely nodded to show they were paying attention.

"I guess they've gotten worse tho....? Cos now William wants to step in. And by 'step in' I mean

Hes gonna ask Sam if he can take Bright off his hands and make him HIS progeny"

Lovely's jaw dropped "wow, do you think he will?"

"Sam, accept the offer? Hmm hard to say, but if I had to guess...yeah probably. Sam means well and I'm sure Bright dose too but right now I think it's all too much for both of them to handle. Besides we both know William has his way with 'trobled vampire youth'" Lovely giggled.

"Oh you should have seen his face! He wants another punk-ass progeny so bad!" Vincent and Lovely both began laughing.

But while they laughed, unknown to them, another held back furious, burning tears. Bright had been listening.

When Vincent went to look in the hallway to see if somone was there, he ducked out of the way of the open doorway and remained hidden but he heard the whole thing...

Without being heard by the two, he stormed to the guest room he had been given and slammed the door. A moment of silence momentarily drowned the room, then he scrunched up his fist to the point where he swore he felt blood dripping out of his hand and he punched the wall of his bedroom so hard, a crack that resembled lightning could be heard reverberating around the mannor.

He couldn't tell if the crack came from the wall or his knuckles but he didn't care either way.

He hated this, this feeling, this situation, everything. The thing that he had hated from the very beginning was the way Sam made him feel like a child again. And now that feeling was more overwhelming than ever, because he was being given away...again.

Of course Sam was going to accept the offer, he had hated Bright from the very start! All these thoughts screamed at him as his fist slid down the wall he had hit, along with his body.

He fell to the floor and leaned his forehead against the wall for a long while.

Maybe having William as a mentor wouldn't be so bad, at least him offering ment he gave even a little bit of a sh*t about him. Still...he didn't like the feeling of being given away without being able to do anything about it.

After this thought crossed his mind he got up, whipped his face and walked out of his room...and ran towards William's office.

(Thanks to @darlin-collins for giving me the idea and proof reading for me again 🧡💙)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted bright eyes #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redactedsam #redacted william #redacted fanfic #redacted solaire clan #trans mc #ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

[ingravinoveritas]

hi again! you might already know about this, but i really felt like bringing it up to you!

turns out michael's mom is pretty active on twitter and these past few days she's been engaging nonstop with tweets talking about aziracrow being in love. she's definitelymichael's #1 fan, but i couldn't help noticing the amount of not-about-characters stuff she seems to engage with too. Among tweets talking about Aziraphale's loving stare, queer fans making our usual queer jokes and remarks about them, michael reading fanfiction, miles maitland gifs, there's a good amount of... this. She surely has liked random stuff among the 14.6k rts/likes she has, so i'm attatching some examples of what she's been liking and rting because-- what the hell (i even spotted one of your tweets in the mix!) she even liked a tweet calling AL and GT innefable wives ??

my first thought was how embarrased i'd personally be if my mom was seeing comments online about me and my best buddy being madly in love, let alone engaging with them, but after it settled i'm just... in awe that this probably +70 y/o woman is being this supportive over social media 😭 so heart warming (btw i'm sorry for randomly popping up into your questions twice today- i have literally made this account after finding yours, feeling a bit less alone in the world)

(Grouping these two Asks together since they are related.) Ask #1: Hi there! No need at all to apologize for being in my inbox twice in same day. I'm so glad that my blog has been helpful and meaningful to you, and that you felt compelled to write in as a result. Welcome aboard!

So, Mama Sheen. She's been doing this for years--at least since 2019, when I first started following Michael on Twitter--but I will tell you my slightly crackpot theory, which is that for a while back in the day, I thought that maybe her account was actually Michael's secret alt account. (What better place to hide than in plain sight, after all...). I'm not so sure about that now, of course, but it's been really interesting to see her retweeting so much shippy stuff involving Michael and David, and as both you and @tamose pointed out, she especially seems to have ramped it up since GO 2 came out.

I also wanted to touch on you describing Mama Sheen as Michael's #1 fan, because although I wholeheartedly agree, it's a curious thing to me that we can more easily see her as Michael's number one fan than his own girlfriend. It's Mama Sheen--not AL--who has been retweeting all of this, who's been cheering him on, engaging with fan content, and retweeting all things Ineffable Husbands/GO 2. I've written on my blog previously about how I've never really seen AL be supportive of him (and how she spent much of 2020 and 2021 making fun of his appearance/fat-shaming him), as well as how she is not at all part of that polyamorous/throuple dynamic with Michael, David, and Georgia. And while I know the lack of engagement and carefully calculated interactions/posts could be chalked up to her not being able to promote the show due to the SAG strike, that doesn't really excuse her tepid support of Michael himself.

(Also, don't even get me started on the cringeyness of Georgia and AL as Ineffable Wives, not to mention how insulting it is to David and Michael personally and to their work as professionals to suggest that they are replaceable/that Georgia and AL (or anyone else) could play Aziraphale and Crowley and give us the same dynamic and chemistry we saw on screen...)

But yes, going back to Mama Sheen, I have long thought that she seems to ship Michael and David, and how sweet and heartwarming it would be if Michael brought David over for tea or dinner--especially because his own mother passed away several years ago--and no doubt Mama Sheen would dote on him and make sure he's fed and happy. It's especially interesting to contemplate when we see this picture from the Bright Young Things UK premiere in 2003, which almost looks like Mama (and Papa) Sheen posing with Michael and his kilt-wearing Scottish boyfriend:

Beautiful. Well, it's certainly something delightful to think about, at any rate. Whatever the case may be, I fully agree that it is lovely to see Michael's mom being so supportive and accepting of her son, particularly in the midst of such a hostile, anti-LGBTQ climate in the UK. We love you, Mama Sheen! ❤️

#armangelus #tamose #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #mama sheen #also seeing one of my tweets pop up in a fandom context will never not be amusing to me #first my thread about fanfic going viral in 2019 #then Neil flirting with me two years ago #i don't even know anymore #tell me again that they're not a couple #Mama always knows #ineffable lovers #discourse

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 1 - The Wild Boys

IN THIS CHAPTER: The world doesn't end during Spring break, a basketball ruins lunch, and Eddie threatens the freshmen [1.7k]

WARNINGS: very mild bullying, this is just an intro to the story so it's short and sweet, english is not my first language so i'm sorry if something sounds strange

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The wild boys are calling On their way back from the fire

Monday, March 31st - 1986

Spring break had come and gone in the small town of Hawkins, Indiana and, surprisingly enough, the world hadn’t ended. Yet, thought Dustin Henderson as he parked his bike outside Hawkins High School. He knew something had happened between Mike and El during his friend’s visit to California (and between Mike and Will too for that matter), but if their phone calls were to be trusted, everything had been smoothed out without the need for his intervention. For once, Dustin was glad he didn’t have to be the group’s self-appointed mediator; he already had enough with the guilt he felt for causing Suzie to lose her computer, he didn’t need extra problems on his shoulders. And he deserved a normal school year for once, goddamnit. Those hadn’t been common for any of them in a long time.

As he hurried to get to his classroom, he crossed paths with Lucas Sinclair and his Championship-winning friends proudly wearing their basketball team jackets over their regular clothes. If the newly popular boy had seen him walk by, he hadn’t given any indications as to it, not one look, not one wave. Dustin wasn’t entirely sure why anyone would enjoy hiding themselves behind a Tigers uniform but he sincerely hoped that once Jason, the captain of the team and current King of Hawkins High, graduated in mid June, Lucas would return to them from the dark side. For now though it seemed that he was perfectly content in his jock cult, and Dustin wasn’t about to give his new buddies a chance to throw him into a dumpster by walking into their huddle near the water fountains just to say hello to his (now former?) best friend.

The morning went by rather quickly for his tastes, and he could feel Mike’s anxious leg bounces next to him during Geography as lunch approached without any regard for their heart rates. Both teens had opened their lockers to find a folded black handmade card announcing the start of their next D&D adventure and they were painfully aware that a very uncomfortable conversation was about to unfold at the cafeteria. Their beloved Dungeon Master, for all his enthusiasm and kind-hearted nature, wasn’t very troubled by his social status as the school’s pariah and Mike’s suspicions that he hadn’t immediately considered Lucas a goner following recent events had been confirmed when he saw the subject in question throw his own black card into a bin at the start of their shared Chemistry class. His worst fear had also been confirmed when Lucas chose to sit at a different table than normal, forcing him to pair up with a rather dull girl with wild hair who was clearly not as interested in lab safety as she should have been. Her lab coat sleeve had caught on fire twice by the time the bell rang.

“I say we run,” Dustin proposed, clutching at his hard plastic food tray like it was a shield.

“Dustin. I am not having lunch in the bathroom again,” Mike countered, remembering their middle school days and having to hide from bullies.

“You know, it’s great that you mention that because I don’t think we are ever gonna be able to eat again after we tell Eddie Lucas is officially gone.”

“Come on, he’s not stupid, he knows how things work in Hawkins. I’m sure he was expecting him to leave anyway,” said Mike, completely unconvinced.

“Mike, this club is his baby and Lucas just spit in its face. In his baby’s face,” he said dramatically.

“We’ll be fine. We have Erica now. He’s not gonna care if we already have a replacement.”

“Great, we’re trading big Sinclair for little Sinclair. Fan-fucking-tastic.”

The curly haired boy trailed behind his taller friend on the way to their usual table where their fellow club members were already sitting, picking at their sad school provided lunches. Jeff said something to make Donny snort and choke on his can of Coke; a group of girls walking past them eyed him with disgust while Gareth cackled with glee.

“Hello, boys,” said Eddie, sitting at his usual spot: the head of the table. He looked up at them from behind his book. “Have a nice Spring break? Did you get enough smooches to last until summer, Wheeler?”

“It was alright,” Mike answered, wiping his palms on his jeans. He knew Eddie meant no harm, but his relationship would never be his favorite topic to talk about with the other guys of the Hellfire Club. He didn’t think anyone at the table except Dustin would understand him dating a literal human experiment with superpowers that had saved the world multiple times.

“You know, I’m starting to think your girlfriend isn’t real,” Jeff teased.

“Yeah, you never talk about her, we don’t even know her name. Are you sure you didn’t imagine her?” Gareth narrowed his eyes, a light smile never leaving his face.

“Her name is El- Jane. Her name is Jane,” he quickly corrected himself. “She’s totally real, Dustin knows her.”

“Yeah, Jane is… awesome! She’s great,” he nodded, backing his friend up. “Total babe.”

“Dude!” Mike slapped his shoulder.

“What? I think Suzie is a babe. You don’t think your own girlfriend is a babe?”

“O-of course I do, what are you talking abou-”

“Children, children,” Eddie lifted a hand to stop the fight unfolding in front of him. “If Wheeler says she is real, she is real, alright?” he turned to look at Gareth, Jeff and Donny sitting to his right with matching grins on their faces. “It’s not like any of you three are swimming in ladies, so y’know, don’t throw stones if you live in glass houses.”

There were a few seconds of uncomfortable silence where everyone refused to look at each other and Eddie went back to his book: a very battered paperback with a lost cover that was probably hiding somewhere under the mess that was its owner’s bed. He was holding it with one hand, his other hand occasionally bringing a forkful of high school cafeteria mac and cheese to his mouth. It was clear to both Mike and Dustin that he was heavily invested in what he was reading; if they didn’t know him any better, they would have never guessed that under all that unruly hair and leather there was an excellent storyteller and magnificent Dungeon Master. For all everyone knew, he was reading something for his English class but the Hellfire Club boys could tell by now that whenever Eddie had a book around, he was planning something terrible for their characters to go through during their weekly session.

Dustin was trying very hard to focus on his peas and ignore Mike elbowing his side violently when a basketball bounced right in the middle of their table, startling everyone and sending soda cans flying, liquid spilling everywhere. There was loud laughter as one of the Tigers retrieved the ball that was stuck to Gareth’s mac and cheese; Jason, the captain, high-fived whoever was standing next to him as if he had just witnessed the biggest prank of the year. When he turned around, Lucas, sitting at the jocks’ table, sent them a half-assed apologetic glance and went back to his new friends. Wordlessly, Eddie pushed his tray in front of Gareth, who stopped trying to dry the table with the few napkins he had and went back to eating from his new lunch with burning red ears. As the elder leaned forward to steal back his unopened cup of pudding from the tray, he noticed a pair of eyes following him from a nearby table.

He didn’t recognize who it was, but the girl was staring at their table with a furrowed brow, something resembling sadness crystal clear on her face. She turned around to look at the basketball team’s table, shook her head, adjusted her headphones and went back to the textbook in front of her like nothing had happened. It wasn’t often that someone looked at their table like they didn’t deserve the disrespect they got. Making up his mind, Eddie put his book down and crossed his fingers, his rings clinking against each other.

“I think it goes without saying that Lucas Sinclair is no longer welcome in The Hellfire Club,” he said, resolute. “Guess that means you two will have to find someone to replace him. I’ll give you until Friday.”

“But we already have Erica!” Mike said, flinching at the shoe that kicked his shin from under the table.

“While I like the kid and she has more nerve than any of you combined, my newest campaign requires seven players. I’m not gonna rework it because Big Time Sinclair can’t grow a backbone.”

“Eddie, man,” Dustin started, trying to flatter him. “Six players is already too much to handle. Let us make this easier for you. We don’t need a seventh, right, guys?” he looked at Gareth across the table searching for support.

“Uh,” the teen glanced at his friend and leader, words dying in his throat as Eddie tilted his head towards him, sharp eyed and tense.

“Can’t you just ask the redhead you’re always hanging around to join?”

“We’ve asked, she’s not interested,” Mike deflated visibly.

“She has a lot going on,” Dustin said quickly, protecting Max’s honor. “Her brother died last year, she’s still processing.”

“Hargrove, right?” Donny said. “Man, that guy was a piece of trash but at least he kept Jason busy and away from us for a while.”

“I’m sure you two will find someone suitable to replace your little friend if you wanna keep playing with us. And no more middle schoolers. We aren’t running a daycare here,” Eddie smiled in a way that told everyone the conversation was done. “Now if you’ll excuse me, little lambs, I have business transactions waiting to happen.”

With that, the long haired leader disappeared from the cafeteria carrying the metal lunchbox where he kept his, ahem, products in one hand, the book he had been reading still open and the untouched pudding cup in the other one. The other members of the club scattered as they finished their lunch and went back to their routines, leaving Mike and Dustin at the table, heads in their hands, forgotten mac and cheese now sticky and cold.

“We are so screwed,” Dustin said, and Mike couldn’t help but agree.

#bunny writes #small town fic #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #hellfire club #stranger things 4 #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #baby's first fic #it's finally here! #pls be nice or i'll cry #also pls ask me questions about it

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice (Time, Malon) -Part 4

Pairing : Malon x Reader x Time

Rating: T

Summary: As you and Malon have some bonding time in Kara Kara inn Time gets pissy with the boys.

Warnings: Implied/ referenced child abuse, referenced alcoholism - (Reader had a drunk father that sucked until he was forced to get better or stay gone)

Other: if I missed anything, please let me know.

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You spend the two weeks a version of Wild's hyrule. The land is beautiful but the problem say it's only been twenty years since the calamity.

During this, you and Malon spend time talking and doing upkeep for an adventure. You gather rupees for odd jobs and stocking on supplies. With several faries and lots of weapons, you settle for basic food supplies. You leave an adventuring tag for the boys on the off chance they come across it

At the moment, you and Malon are settled inside the in of Kara Kara Buzzar, the busseling groups outside loud.

Inside is a haven of perfect temperature ir, maintained by enchanted sapphires.

"I hope the boys are doing okay." Malon says as she inspects her bow, eyes nothing but calculating.

"Mh, they're fine... By now, they're figured out that we're not coming back and that we got the mask."

"I know. I'm just worried. "

"Can I help?"

"No... It's just weird. I'm not usually the one on an adventure. "

You nod, not quite understanding the sentiment but understanding being on an adventure you weren't expecting or really even supposed to be on.

She looks at you fully, her soft smile a little bitter in the afternoon light. "I'm just glad that it's you that I'm with and not someone else."

"Oh- thanks. I'm glad it's you here too." Yoy say, trying not to come off as the giant smitten crush haver you are.

"You're sweet. It's really no wonder Link likes you so much."

"Oh, yeah... I try."

Malon just laughs, warm and amused. "You're a good person, and I've heard you're a Greta friend."

"That means a lot. Thank you."

She just smiles, pulling her bag onto the bed so she can double-check her arrow supply.

If she's honest- she likes you too. A lot. More than a friend even if it is a fresh crush.

You're funny, kind, and very attractive. She likes how you try to help people and protect those who need it. You're good people.

You turn to the window, watching the sands roll by as chatter sounds around you. The tourists outside are all dressed in linens and silks, seeking refuge from the sun as they browse the stalls.

You can hear Time worrying, even if you aren't actually there. You've seen it enough times, overheard his muttering, he thought no one could hear. You just hope he and the others are okay.

(You can see the pacing and the glaring as he mutters about where you and his wife might possibly be. The way he gets snappy with everyone's. How he takes as many watch shifts as he physically can before royally crashing. Only to repeat the whole process.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Malon calls.

"Yeah?"

"What was it like for you growing up?"

You turn to face her, her curiosity evident. And usually you don't just tell people about your past but most people don't ask. To be fair.

"Well... I mean, mom was born on a ranch and grew up there with her siblings. Dad was a royal guard from a long line of them.

"I grew up in castle town, I have three siblings though. And we spent every summer at Mamaw and Papaw's ranch. I did good in school but I struggled to keep up.

"It was okay, dad wasn't home a whole lot... Drank when he was, but he just got loud and angry."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. The one time he hit us, mom nearly killed him." You give a shrug, "After that, he left for a year and came back better. I still don't talk to him much these days. But I don't feel like he's a danger anymore either."

"He hit you?" Malon asks, furry already filling her. How dare anyone ever mistreated children - how dare anyone mistreated you.

Oh, she'd like to kick your father's ass. That would be fun.

She can only imagine that Time would be on board.

"Once. Never again." You shrug, unphased because honestly you've faced worse on this quest with the boys.

"That's a real low thing."

"It's cool, I can kick his ass now. After learning to hold my own against the boys, I think I could take on Gannon myself." You crack a smile, hoping to distract her with a joke.

"I'm sure you could."

"Maybe that's why we got pulled away, to destroy gannon?" You snort at just the thought.

Gannon is so fucked is you or Malon meet him, but both of you- well he'd be done for. You both have a lot of rage towards him and you're both skilled at fighting.

"Ha! Maybe so."

"How would you do it?" You ask, "Defeat Gannon, I mean."

Malon tilts her head with a hum, thinking about the logistics of her ideal victory. She bites her lip as she does this.

"I think I'd just take my cast iron skillet to his head." Malon says with a shrug, "What about you?"

"Hm- I meN I'd wanna say the sword would let me weird it and go that route... but I'd probably be more likely to fight him with a baseball bat full of nails."

"That's a good choice."

"I think so!"

Malon changes the subject again, this time to the places you've been.

And you just enjoy the downtime with the redhead. You definitely are starting to fully grasp why Time likes her so much.

.......

Time can't stand can't of this, settled at a campfire in the Great plateu of Wild's hyrule is awful. Time's only thoughts are of you and Malon.

The woods are no comfort to him. Only making him more on edge because you could be anywhere in any time, and he'd never even see you if you were here.

Time is so worried. And everything is too quiet.

He's- used to not having Malon around all the time on this quest... But you've been there so long your absence is particularly felt.

The lack of your smile and laugh has been awful. Your help with cooking has been missed. The soft touches as you help him dress wounds -

Oh he's so fucked.

"I'm sure it's fine." Wind says a s he sits down by Time.

"Sailor - you don't know that. "

"I do. You have a type. Stubborn." Wind's smile at the end is a little smug.

"I- that is not my type."

"It's part of it."

"I'm just worried about them. Obviously, something happened. Neither of them would just run away. "Time says as he narrows his gaze on the ground.

"No... they wouldn't. "Sky says, "But they're together, are they're both smart."

"That doesn't mean they are in danger. I'm not even sure the mask is going to be helpful. What if they haven't even found it?"

Wind just listens, not sure how to help but wishing Time eoukd stop being so on edge.

"It will be okay, Time. Obviously you get them back. Or Twilight wouldn't exist." Sky tries to reason.

"That only means I get Malon back- what if (Y/n) dosen’t ever come back? What if It's my fault and I didn't hear them and-"

"Time." Twilight says firmly to try to stop the rambling spiral the man seems set on.

Everyone is worried about you and Malon. Everyone wants to get you all to safety-

"Hey, old man." Warriors calls out, "Come look at this."

Time stands, gaze landing on Warriors next to the largest tree in the forest, roots almost like their own tunnel.

The man was towards the knight, waiting for more instruction.

"These are (Y/n)'s initials, aren't they?"

Time looks, and maybe your hylian and his hylian are very different but you'd taught him how you tagged certain things when lost. A habit picked up from a survivalist uncle.

The tag carved into the tree reads your intials and then 'day 4'.

Unfortunately, the wood is well healed. At least fifty years have passed, probably longer. But the chain hadn't been in the plateu before, which means -

You got pulled away through a portal. With Malon at your side, probably. And you are in the past of the current time the boys are in.

That's some real shit.

"Well... at least we know what happened to them?" Wild trues, not really soundings too confident in it.

"I'm going for a walk." Time says in place of any real answer.

"Should we tag that way?" Wind suggests from behind the group.

"Maybe." Wild says, "So they can at least keep up with where we've been."

Warriors nods, deciding to tag the tree below your carving 'H.C. day 9.'

He just hopes you can figure it out.

Time can be seen going on a walk Allright, a real pissy walk.

Yikes.

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[gaslysgirl]

Hi gorgeous, I had a request if you're taking them:

Pierre with the team's lawyer someone from the team who he doesn't see everyday but sometimes during office days, galas, office parties and he waits for these days like a child just to catch a glimpse. But he never talks to her or asks her out because he's seen the guys she brings as dates and they're completely different from him. But one gala with too much champagne ends up with her under his sheets and the next morning he's week in his knees and she's sore so they have breakfast in bed spend some time together. Pierre against missed the chance to ask her out, just living in the moment with her.

The next time it happens is after a work party but this time she's left the bed before he wakes up. And Pierre is hurt. They bump into eachother the same day Pierre asks her if he meant nothing to her, it's bit of an argument, where she just ends up laughing at his temper tantrum, she had to leave for an important meeting or something like that. But now that she's hurt him she needs to make up for it, maybe have a quickie in her office.And this time before Pierre forgets it like always, instead SHE asks him out on a date. ❤️‍🔥

Maybe a little something on this lines or you could add a dialogue to some scenario in this or write some smut. But I really needed to get this idea off my chest ❤️

All of this in my inbox for freeee???

Pierre felt embarrassed after you left your office to get to the meeting. The past couple of weeks, you had been on his mind, especially after you slept together twice and it had been so amazing that he hadn't able to think about anyone else. His cock nearly twitched in his pants at the thought of being able to lay his hands on you again, to have your pretty legs wrapped around his waist, and to have you moaning because of him. His cheeks nearly colored red when he finally admitted that he loved it, and that he didn't understand why you left the bed before he woke up. And now he finally asked you about it, he still didn't ask you out. Pierre was about to leave your office too, standing there a little defeated and not knowing what to do.

His phone lit up, a text of yours telling him to wait for you in his office. Pierre did as you asked, unsure why as he expected you to turn him down, to tell him that it's been fun, but that it should never happen again. Pierre leaned against your desk as you came back, surprised by the way you locked the door and closed the blinds, not hesitating to plant your lips on his and to lure him towards your body. It was, however, no surprise that he had you bend over your desk five minutes later, his fingers under your bunched up pencil skirt, buried in your pussy and drawing his name so sweetly from your tongue, followed by his cock filling you up, the thrill of having an office quickie running through both of your bodies.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Pierre. I truly didn't mean to," you repeat when you button up your shirt, and he locks his belt, adjusting clothes. "Well, you greatly made up for it," Pierre grins, a hand in the back of your neck, bringing your mouth to his again. "I hope there's nothing on your schedule tomorrow night," you speak up, your hands running up his chest. "I don't think so," Pierre gnaws down at his bottom lip, realizing you're asking what he wanted to ask for so long. "Because I have an unopened bottle of wine and a talent for ordering pasta," you say, the tips of your nails trailing across his jaw. "If it's a date, then count me in," he says, kissing your lips again.

#pg