#when i got the message to review this i was screaming

[commanderogerss]

GAMES I REVIEWED IN 2022 ➞ Spider-Man Remastered (PC)

Overall, Spider-Man Remastered has been so much fun to pick up again after all these years. It’s awesome to see Sony bring so many of their fantastic console-exclusive games to the PC.

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#spider-man ps4 #spider-man remastered #gamingedit #gamingdaily #gamingnetwork #*mine #*mine: gif #game: marvel's spider-man #reviewed2022 #when i got the message to review this i was screaming #i need to get back into it and finish it tbh

[accio-victuuri]

Bunny laoshi’s 1005 birthday CPNs Part I 🎂

I am giving it this title cause i’m pretty sure we will have more in the next releases or whatever. So yeah. First, I wanna thank you xiao laoshi for all the shiny presents he gave us for his birthday! we have been so blessed! I mean those photos from XZS? and the biggest CPN of the day which is him featuring the Leica camera we have been screaming about for the past days. Personally, we can skip all of these and that sugar alone is enough. But apparently, there’s more….

I will start with my favorite which is related to the birthday cake he was holding in one of the photos.

The person who designed the cake shared info on their creation. No problem. Anyone would be proud for making a cake for a celebrity like XZ. Yes, it’s camping themed. Which is a recurrent CPN in this fandom since both of them suddenly became camping enthusiasts around the same time.

This time the customer wanted to make a camping model, so I started looking for some pictures from my colleagues. But because Master Fang doesn’t make other store models, He finally decided to use the scene of Xinjiang grassland then add with other camping accessory of ours~

AND THIS CAKE SHOP IS LOCATED IN HANGZHOU. Who is in HZ? Who frequents HZ? Definitely not ZZ. So who had this commissioned??? I’m sorry but as soon as I heard Hangzhou, what came to mind is WYB. I swear. He is that city’s adopted son or something.

Out of all ZZ’s “hobbies” who would decided let’s do camping. I can only think of Bobo. And the delivery fee is 3k. There is really nothing top expensive when it comes to each other.

Next is how photos were with him holding the Leica. Kind of like how the camera was posted in WYB’s photosets in Paris. They are both showing off. Clearly.

When you put the bday messages from their studios side by side — it appears that the theme and pattern is the same. 😂😂😂😂

lament about how time flies >> one year role review >> talk about life >> good wishes

I mean it’s not the most unique format but it’s so cute seeing how similar. even how it’s split in paragraphs.

Tho I have to say wyb’s was very very special. That message made me tear up.

WYB is about to go home, Paris to China and he is wearing Ralph Lauren. Yes, ZZ is endorsing the fragrance but it’s still an interesting choice.

I am cackling tho cause you can see that WYB was online at midnight! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It got some people nervous. Will he greet XZ? Will he comments on XZ’s bday post? I mean what’s going on???

Turns out, WYB posted about his experience with the Chanel PFW. This is the perfect time cause he is literally leaving Paris. What’s funny tho are the people commenting. It’s BXGs. Because come on, who’s awake? It’s us. We are awake cause it’s GG’s bday. I took a screenshot, just look at the pfps. I think by the time I publish this post, it will be overtaken by so/os cause one fan club asked other so/os to comment. Lol.

Some are saying the first words he used to describe the show are actually for ZZ’s photos but i really don’t buy that. and well, he is gonna see the love of his life soon ^^ I really hope they get to spend sometime 1005 or over the weekend 😌😌😌

and well the repost on ZZ’s birthday post on his own weibo is another story too 😂😂😂

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AND SOME LAST WORDS ABOUT ZZ PULLING OFF THIS CAMERA CANDY TODAY. It’s actually a joint effort. Intentional or not, I’m all for it. It goes to show that the way we speculate on things actually make sense and are not too out there. They could easily hide the camera if they want to block all the cpf talk but they didn’t. It was displayed proudly.

It’s one of those things where I think they/their team really listen in on what’s going on in the turtle fandom and they get to decide which ones will be given more fuel or not. Again, their relationship is between them, but imagine them willingly sharing this personal part of their life to us is making me 😭😭😭.

Whether it’s the exact same camera or not. XZS’ posting closed the loop of doubt. It’s not all on WYB’s side, ZZ claimed it too. and that to me is an iron clad cpn. No one can say that “WYB is just trying to feed the cpfs…”. It’s mutual.

It’s a lesson on believing in them. A couple of times this year, I’ve seen people question them. Always throwing tantrums for “lack of candy” and being annoying. Be patient. You will be rewarded if you just wait — appreciate them as people and enjoy the content they put out. It will come to us in time. Trust them. 🤍

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #happy birthday to xz but we are the ones being showered with gifts!!! bishhhh!!!!!!

[missmonsters2]

First/Second Date Jitters | WDoE Epilogue 1

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC

Summary: As Wednesday promises, she re-plans the date the two of you missed. She's meticulous in planning every aspect because if you don't show up this time for whatever reason, she might chain you to her for the rest of your life.

Warnings: Fluff. Enid, playing bodyguard. Wednesday, is overbearing. Scream crossover? Text message posts.

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Note: i love these two idiots.

Part 10

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"This is really unnecessary."

"Don't move," Enid stops painting your nails for half a second to give you a look before resuming. "And don't blame me. Wednesday's the one who's all paranoid about leaving you alone."

You give a nervous chuckle. 

You've only started returning to class recently after reviewing all the notes Wednesday took for you. You were lucky enough to be either given an extension on assignments you missed or given a pass since you were a stellar student. 

Things are slowly returning back to normal. There had been plenty of gossip about Henry's expulsion. Of course, given his family's status, bail was posted, which his father immediately paid so his son could be locked in his own home. There won't be a trial as Weems was very firm about what would happen if Morrison Sr didn't work to take a plea bargain. 

It was only two weeks in that Wednesday declared you were to meet her this Saturday at 7PM sharp, and if you were even half a second late...there would be consequences. You smiled at Wednesday, kissing her cheek at the time, thinking her antics were cute.

But unfortunately, with Saturday here, you find yourself unable to have a moment alone. Enid has been with you all morning, not letting you out of her sight for even a second. Not even when you went to the washroom. 

"Are you sure you don't have anything better to do? I thought you were also supposed to be having a date with Ajax today. I'm just going to hang out here," you offer Enid. It's rare to see her without Yoko or Ajax.

Enid sighs. "No, it's fine. Ajax's been busy lately." Enid gives you a look, a quirk on her brow. "And you hanging out alone was why you got fairy-napped last time. Wednesday will erase my existence from this universe if I leave you alone here, even if it's in our room."

You can hear the forlorn dejection in Enid's sigh, and you look at her curiously. "Are things not going well with Ajax? I thought things were going well just a few weeks ago."

Enid scrunches her nose, seemingly trying to focus on painting your pinky nail. It's silent initially as the normally exuberant werewolf gathers her thoughts. 

"It's not..." Enid sighs with mild frustration, letting out a puff of breath. "It's not that it's not going well. It just feels like we're...drifting. Ajax has his friend group and after-school activities, and so do I. All we seem to do when we hang out is make out, which, don't get me wrong, was awesome at first. But now..." Enid's voice drifts at the end. 

"It's not enough?" You offer, and Enid reluctantly nods. 

"Why don't you ask him on a date?" You suggest curiously. Enid was so outgoing; you couldn't imagine her not asking someone out if she wanted to.

Enid purses her lips. "Well, the thing is...I feel like I was the first to tell him I was interested and basically hinted he needed to ask me out on a date. I just want him to, like, take the initiative for once."

"I see," you hum, mulling over the blonde's answer. "Then, will you break up?"

"You ask really hard questions," Enid groans, gently setting your hand down now that she's finished painting your nails. 

You study them, admiring the black nail polish with a white accent on your ring fingers. On the white nail, Enid had drawn nail art of wings in black. It was simple, yet you found yourself feeling joyful.

"Thanks, Enid," you smile at her, and Enid beams at you back. 

"To answer your question," Enid puts away the nail polish and adjusts herself to sit more comfortably while you're careful not to smudge your nails. "No, I'm not going to break up with him. I just...I guess I'll need to talk to him first."

"Very wise."

Enid pinches your sides, which causes you to yelp in surprise. "Alright, miss bliss, I get you're on cloud nine with your relationship." She gives you a warning look. "Don't tell Wednesday."

"You don't want your boyfriend to become roadkill?"

"Where would Wednesday get a car?"

"I'm sure my girlfriend will be the first person to use a Poe Cup boat to turn someone into roadkill."

Enid gags a little, dramatically throwing herself back onto her bed. "I think I'd rather her just nailgun his heart..."

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Wednesday stares at the space before her in deep, analytical thought. She plans to recreate what she's done the evening the date was originally supposed to happen had you not been taken. 

Only this time, Wednesday was planning to have the date in your room instead of hers and Enid's. There was a particular appeal about having the space and time alone with you, uninterrupted by the possibility of Enid returning to their shared room early for whatever reason. 

Wednesday has noticed that her roommate spends less time with her boyfriend. But since she had no desire to get into that conversation about Enid's feelings unless there was a reason to murder, Wednesday wasn't going to bring it up. 

Wednesday feels a tap on her ankle, and she looks down to see Thing pointing at the small gap between the end of your bed and the wall. 

"Good idea, Thing," Wednesday praises as she lifts the screen projector and angles it so that it will fit between the spaces. 

Your wings were still healing, and Wednesday considered the fact that having the space for you to lie around with your wings out would be beneficial. 

Honestly, it would've been better to utilize your studio space, but you've been weirdly insistent about being holed up in your room as of late. A part of Wednesday wonders if it's because you're reluctant to return to your space that no longer feels safe. 

The thought of it has Wednesday gripping the pole of the projector tightly, wishing she had done more than gouge out Henry's eyes. She should've taken out his tongue and his thumbs as well. Wednesday feels regretful. 

"Thing, did you get the lights?"

Thing scuddles to the corner of the room before he starts dragging out a plastic bag.

"And where did you get it?"

There are some hand gestures, and Wednesday scoffs. "Of course, Xavier would have them. Grab the tape and we'll start hanging these up."

While Thing is busy, Wednesday mulls over what's been nagging at her for the past half hour. 

It's not that Wednesday feels fear. No, fear is irrational, and it was definitely irrational to dread not knowing your whereabouts when she knew Enid was with you. 

Still, Wednesday pulls the phone out of her pocket, glaring at the stupid device. She sees that she has multiple texts from Eugene and Xavier that she ignores before she shoots you a text.

Immediately, there's a buzz from under your pillow. 

Wednesday promptly walks over and sticks her hand under your pillow, swiping until she hits something solid. When she retracts her hand, she finds your phone in it. Her eye momentarily twitches as she lets out a deep, annoyed sigh from her nose. 

Wednesday shoots another text from her phone, and the reply is prompt. 

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"OMG, I can't wait for you two to get on with your date," Enid groans, tossing her phone further down the bed. 

You turn your attention away from Enid's laptop screen. Enid says that if Wednesday was culturing you on murder-y films and documentaries, she would catch you up on pop culture. Hence, you were currently watching Mean Girls with a deep interest. 

"What's wrong?" You ask Enid, eyeing her phone that seemed to buzz every fifteen minutes for the last hour. 

"What's wrong is that your girlfriend is psychotically paranoid that I can't keep you safe and you've forgotten your own phone back in your own room!" Enid grabs a pillow and smushes it against her face. "This is why having a phone is important! But I almost want to kill Xavier for getting Wednesday one. Only she would be able to find a way to torture me with my beloved technology."

You give Enid an amused look, reaching to grab her phone. You swipe at the notification, but the passcode screen comes up. 

"1031, it's when Yoko and I became friends," Enid's answer was muffled by her pillow. 

You merely raise your brow at the information but enter the passcode. 

The text you see...baffle you. 

You can't help but slightly laugh while Enid glares at you, tossing a pillow at you but carefully ensuring it isn't too rough. 

"Laugh all you want, but I have half a mind to make you late for your date tonight. See how funny you think it is when Wednesday chains you to her for the rest of your life. Think how easy it will be to go to the bathroom in that situation."

You stop laughing.

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6:50PM.

Wednesday carefully checks over her preparations for the last time. The food was hot, the movie marathon was set up, and Wednesday turned on the fairy lights while Thing turned off the ceiling light. 

Wednesday opens your window slightly, knowing you like a light breeze before she lit the candles she placed around your room. 

The time grows closer, and Wednesday feels antsy as she thrums her fingers against your desk. 

Wednesday has to refrain from texting Enid again. She admits she enjoyed torturing Enid with her timely texts, but eventually, her roommate put her foot down and told Wednesday she would text if there were any issues and then stopped replying.

This was why phones were so unreliable. 

"Thing—" Wednesday starts to say, but the disembodied hand is already scuttling off to go grab you. She sighs and relents that she was just ensuring you would arrive in a timely manner—a minute earlier even. 

Wednesday waits near the door with her arms crossed over her chest. Minutes pass, but soon, she can hear multiple footsteps. She hears your soft and melodic voice, and the tension in her shoulders seeps out. 

How annoying. 

But when your face is the first thing Wednesday sees at the door, she feels like she can exhale. It's like the satisfying feeling of executing a well-planned strategy, and it might as well have been to make sure you got here. 

"Hi, Wednesday," you greet her with a smile on your lips, clearly happy to see her. 

Wednesday nods, but then Enid's face pops up in front of yours, grinning all wide and excited.

"O-M-G!" Enid squeals. "I still can't believe you planned all this even though it's the second time I'm seeing this. I'm so proud of you, Wednesday!"

"Thanks," Wednesday deadpans. "Now, leave."

Enid scrunches her nose at her roommate, making a disapproving click of her tongue. "You're welcome for playing watchdog today, BTW. You owe me, Addams."

"And I'm sure you will come to collect, but not today," Wednesday grabs your wrist and pulls you into the room. "Bye." Wednesday shuts the door.

You adjust Wednesday's grip on your wrist, letting your fingers trail along the inside of hers before they fall together like puzzle pieces, slotting together perfectly. 

Wednesday turns to look at you, her face blank, but the way her long lashes kiss her eyelids as she blinks enthralls you. The way her eyes trail your form, taking in every last bit, makes you smile.

"I made it in one piece, see?"

"Debatable."

You chuckle, looking around your room, feeling something settle inside you at the obvious amount of effort Wednesday put in. 

Turning back to your girlfriend, you notice that Wednesday seems tense, and you realize she's waiting for you to say something. You squeeze her hand.

You lean close to her, biting your bottom lip at the way Wednesday tilts her face toward you.

"You're so dreadful," you mutter, wanting to compliment her in a way she would find flattering, and you think you saw the corner of Wednesday's lip twitch upward. 

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Wednesday raises her brow at you.

"Oh, I don't know," you smirk. "No harm in trying." 

You're just about to kiss her when you see something from the corner of your eye. You smelled it when you walked into the room, and it smelled delicious, but you had been distracted.

But now...

You stand straighter to look. "Is that a makeshift stove on my desk?"

"We will be having sea witch paella."

You smile but then notice something missing from your desk. You turn to Wednesday with a raised brow.

"And why did you use my picture with Bianca as kindling?"

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"I'm surprised you went with this movie choice."

Wednesday sighs, partly in revulsion at the screen. You were lying on your stomach in bed, your wings out and Wednesday massaging medicine into it as you went back for seconds on the paella. It's gone late into the night, and the two of you have binged through several movies. 

"Xavier was adamant that we watch the movies as the 6th one came out and they'll eventually try to ambush us into a movie night with them."

"I mean, it's kind of fascinating, don't you think?" You tilt your head at the screen just as someone is getting stabbed.

"Fascinating in the sense that it's painful to watch everyone in this franchise be so incompetent," Wednesday counters, but then smiles. "But it's amusing. 

You laugh as Wednesday finishes working on your wings and sit up, placing your empty bowl on the coffee table. "Well, I do suppose if we were in Scream—not as supernatural beings, mind you—Ghostface wouldn't stand a chance against you. Unless you were Ghostface, then maybe it'd be a different story."

"Please," Wednesday scoffs. "If this amateur can kill this many people, it'd be dreadfully boring for me."

"Oh?" you grin at her. "So, you'd rather be one of the good guys?"

Wednesday's expression quickly morphs into disgust and disbelief that you'd insult her like that. 

You laugh again but shake your head. "I would hope you'd stop Ghostface because I would definitely die."

"You're that pathetic that you'd let some fool kill you?" Wednesday shook her head. "You might as well let me end your misery then."

"I will be honest," you nudge Wednesday's shoulder, moving your arm to loop through hers as you pull her close. "I'm unfortunately nearly useless without my wings and powers, as I've never known otherwise. I can't imagine I'd do well as a normie if someone tried to kill me."

Wednesday is silent, seemingly in deep thought about your words. 

You hum. "But maybe I'll be like Tara, which is funny because she kind of looks like you."

"Who?" 

You chuckle, nudging your head towards the screen. "The girl that got stabbed in the beginning and is fighting for her life in the hospital right now."

"She's not awful," Wednesday concedes. "Whimpering and feeble, but I suppose she survived."

You were starting to lose interest in the movie, but in all fairness, you've sat through four movies in a row. You begin to lean over Wednesday, hovering over her as you trap her between your bed and arms. Your wings hide her from the world, and despite Wednesday having a neutral expression, you have a glint in your eye at the way she has her hands on your waist. 

"Well, quite honestly, I'm not that worried. Ghostface should be smart enough to not mess with Wednesday Addams' girlfriend. What do you think?" You grin at her, and Wednesday looks annoyed that you seem to be gloating but also is begrudgingly in agreement. 

Wednesday rolls her eyes before she slides one hand behind your neck and pulls you closer until your lips just brush over hers. There's the sound of screams and stabbing noises in the background, and Wednesday can't think of anything more romantic to set the mood. 

"Correct. I'll kill anyone who even thinks of touching a single hair on your head."

EPILOGUE 2

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Hope you enjoyed! :)

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

ahhhh! i was the anon who requested the most recent hotch!daughter fic! tysm for writing that. the most adorable thing ever <3!!!

is it ok to have a sort of follow up on that fic? maybe reader comes back and forces hotch and all the bau members to play princess tea party with her during their lunch break haha?

Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter Reader Pt 2

Request : ahhhh! i was the anon who requested the most recent hotch!daughter fic! tysm for writing that. the most adorable thing ever <3!!!

is it ok to have a sort of follow up on that fic? maybe reader comes back and forces hotch and all the bau members to play princess tea party with her during their lunch break haha?

Start of recap...

Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.

He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"

Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.

End of recap...

Third person pov...

A couple months after Hotch and Haily get a divorce. Haley has the kids most of the time and Hotch gets visitation rights, little Y/N loves spending time with her Daddy.

It was a typical day at the FBI academy for Aaron Hotchner, the team's stoic leader.

As they were reviewing their case files and strategizing for their next case, Hotchner's phone rang. He picked it up and on the other end was his ex-wife, Haley.

Hotchner's heart skipped a beat as he heard the sound of his two-year-old daughter, laughing in the background.

The spending if her voice grew louder, she had come closer to the phone.

"Hi daddy!" She squeals as she sees his contact. Hotch let's a smile fall on his lips. "Hi baby, you want to spend the day with me and the team?" He asks the young girl.

Hotch immediately pulls the phone far away from his ears as his Daughter screams in joy shouting into the phone. "Yes yes yes!" Hotch laughs at how excited the little girl sounds.

After getting the phone back, Haley explained that their original babysitter had called in sick and she had an important meeting she couldn't miss, Jack had school so She asked if Aaron could take care of Y/N for the day.

Despite his busy schedule, Hotchner couldn't say no to spending time with his daughter. He quickly made arrangements for Y/N to come to the BAU office and inform the team that they would have a special guest for the day.

As the clock struck 12, Agent Hotchner was in his office, going through files when suddenly he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in" he called out, not looking up from his work.

To his surprise, it wasn't one of his team members, but his 2 year old Daughter

Y/N standing in front of him with a huge smile on her face.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, running towards him.

"Hey, Princess have a safe trip" Hotch asked, lifting her up in his arms. The energetic girl smiled and hugged his neck. "Yep I did, can we play daddy?" she asks the man, giggling.

Hotch chuckled, "i'm sorry sweetie, but Daddy has to work right now. Maybe later, okay?" The H/C girl pouted, but before Hotch could say anything else.

she suddenly let out a loud giggle and ran out of his office. Hotch shrugged, thinking it was just a phase and went back to his work.

But 5 minutes later, he heard more giggling and the sound of his door opening again.

This time, it was the whole BAU team following Y/N who was dressed in a pink princess dress with a tiara on her head.

She was holding the young Dr's hand who was smiling, Y/N still loved Spencer the most apart from her Daddy of course

"Hotch, we have a problem" Rossi said, a serious look on his face but trying to hold back his laughter.

Hotch raised an eyebrow, "What's going on?" Everyone one of them after trying to keep a straight face.

"Morgan found this little princess wandering around the bullpen, claiming that she was here to play with you" JJ explained, trying not to laugh

Before he could say anything, Y/N ran towards him and tugged on his shirt. "Daddy, I wanna play tea party with you and your friends!"

Hotch looked at his team, trying to hide his amusement. But seeing their pleading faces, he knew there was no way he could deny his daughter's request.

"Okay, just for a little while" Hotch said, putting the little girl down and joining the others in the break room.

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement as she dragged Spencer out of her Daddies office and to the found table room.

She then passed out plastic tea cups and saucers to everyone. "You're the queen, Daddy!" She said, placing a tiara on Hotch's head.

The team couldn't help but laugh as they pretended to sip imaginary tea and have conversations with the little princess.

They even played make-believe with her, pretending to be princes and princesses in a magical kingdom.

Hotch was the Queen, Rossi was the King, Y/N of course was a Princess, Spencer the court magician, Penelope the fairy God Mother, Derek a Knight, JJ and Emily were princesses with Y/N.

For the next hour, the BAU team forgot about their stressful job and just enjoyed the innocent fun with their bosses daughter.

Hotch couldn't remember the last time he laughed this much, and seeing his team bonding with his daughter made his heart warm.

As the lunch break came to an end and they had to get back to work, Y/N hugged each team member tightly, thanking them for playing with her.

"Thanks for saving my princess, Hotch" Derek said, high-fiving him as they all left the break room.

Hotch smiled, feeling grateful for his team and their willingness to be a part of his daughter's little tea party adventure.

From that day on, whenever little Y/N would visit him at work, the team would always set aside some time to play with her.

Hotch couldn't be happier, knowing that his daughter was being raised in a loving and supportive environment.

The end!

I hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait. Finally got around to writing this. Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1100

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[frodo-with-glasses]

Dreams in the House of Tom Bombadil (and the Four Elements of Trauma)

Now that we've gotten to the point where the hobbits spend the night in Tom Bombadil's house, I'd like to expand on this bullet point from my chapter review:

Much apologies to my girlies on the server who headcanon the hobbits with phobias corresponding to the four elements; sadly, Tolkien is not on the same page as us this time.

For context, I present to you these screenshots of messages sent on the Fig Tree Discord Server back in January:

This started as a half-joke, but it's since evolved into something of a shared headcanon for some of us. Pippin has a Thing about fire, because of the Pyre of Denethor. Frodo has a Thing about water, because his parents drowned. Bri has since told me that she headcanons Merry has a Thing about air, specifically cold air, after his encounters with the Black Breath. And that leaves Earth to Sam.

The good news is that this is a really fun headcanon; and when you look at LotR through this lens, it's actually kind of staggering how well it fits with the events of the book.

The bad news is that Tolkien did not write LotR with this idea in mind; and the whole thing with Old Man Willow, and the subsequent nightmares that the hobbits have in Tom Bombadil's house, make that abundantly clear.

After all, what does Old Man Willow do to Frodo? Lulls him to sleep and then tips him face-first into the water. He almost drowns. He almost drowns. Sam finds him face-down in the water, unconscious, held down by a root and not struggling; there's water in his nose and his mouth and his eyes and ears and he can't breathe, he can't breathe, he nearly goes out the same way his parents did, in a river that connects to the one where they died. If Tolkien was writing Frodo with hydrophobia, this probably would've gotten a bit more attention than it did. But no; in Tom's house, Frodo dreams of Gandalf and Black Riders, because he's the protagonist and Tolkien needed an efficient way to foreshadow things a bit.

What does Old Man Willow do to Merry? Closes its roots over him, so that only his legs are sticking out; and when Frodo and Sam set fire to the tree, Merry screams, and begs them to put it out. "He'll squeeze me in two, if you don't. He says so!" He could feel the roots of the tree clamping like a vice under his ribs, squeezing, crushing, bruising; he could hear the voice of the tree in his head, demanding he communicate the ransom message. And as our beloved former anon, Meg, pointed out: Could he breathe in there? Was it dry and stuffy and stifling inside the tree? How much air could he even draw in, when his lungs were being crushed and had no space to expand? He screams with what little breath he has left, but can they hear him? He's going to die. He can't breathe. He's going to die.

But, ironically, he's the one who dreams about nearly drowning, and his dream-brain convinces him he's lying in a "soft slimy bog" before he wakes up and finds himself in Tom's house again. He's not the one who got tipped into the water, but go off Tolkien I guess.

What does Old Man Willow do to Pippin? Closes its roots over him completely, with a click like a lock snapping into place; and when Frodo and Sam set fire to the bark, and Old Man Willow gets angry, they can hear Pippin's "muffled yell" from deep inside the tree. Fire. Smoke and ash and anger. Could Pippin smell the burning wood around him? Could he feel any heat or sting? Did he hear Old Man Willow's voice, the same way Merry did, cursing the flames and threatening to smother him if it wasn't put out?

His nightmare, out of the three of them, is the only one that makes sense to me; he dreams that he is again inside the willow, hearing the wood creak as it sways in the breeze over him, and hearing the voice of the tree laughing at him again. But, sadly, no mention of fire.

All of that to say, if I wrote Lord of the Rings—which I realize is a terribly presumptuous thing to say given that I am, unlike Tolkien, Not A Genius, but hear me out—I definitely would have Frodo's nightmare be about drowning, Merry's be about suffocation, and Pippin's be about burning alive. This would then be foreshadowing for the later horrific stuff they're going to encounter concerning water, air, and fire respectively.

I dunno. It just seems like a missed opportunity is all. Which is probably why, despite how much I adore the “nightmares revealing inner turmoil and then characters waking up in safety and comfort” trope, I never really liked this sequence in the book all that much.

Sam, meanwhile, is welcome to continue sleeping “in deep content, if logs are contented". Good for him. 10/10, no notes.

#four elements of trauma #old man willow #frodo baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #peregrin took #pippin #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing #long post #i do realize that it is very silly to criticize tolkien for not adhering to a headcanon we made decades after his death but hear me out #we’re right 🤣 #that is all

[munson-blurbs]

I loveee your blog. I was wondering if you could do a fic about picking Eddie up from a party but he’s really really drunk and he promised his gf he wouldn’t go over board but he did maybe some angst and fluff. You can decide the rest. 🤍😁

Oops this got away from me. Sorry if it’s too rambly.

Warnings: some language, angst to fluff, insecurity

WC: 2.3k lol

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You wish you could say you're sleeping when the phone ring at 2 AM, but you're still awake, cramming for your history test tomorrow. You've been staring at the review sheet for so long that the words start to go blurry. Eddie was supposed to study with you after his Corroded Coffin gig, but he never showed.

Brrrring!

The ring breaks your focus, and you grab the receiver before your parents wake up. "Hello?" you say cautiously.

"Hey, Y/N," it's Gareth. He sounds exhausted as he relays the message to you. "Eddie got wasted and is refusing to leave the bar until he can see you."

You sigh deeply, riddled with both concern and frustration. Eddie's on track to graduate this year--mostly due to your influence--and he's risking it all to get drunk on a random Tuesday night?

"Can you drive him to my place?" you ask, rubbing the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

"Lemme ask," he replies, and you hear him call out: "Ed, we'll take you to Y/N, okay?"

"Noooooo," your boyfriend groans in the background. "Wan' her here nowwwwwww."

Gareth brings the phone back to his ear. "So, uh, that's a no-go."

"I'll be right there," you say through gritted teeth, pulling on your sneakers and grabbing your keys.

~

The Hideout is basically empty except for the members of Corroded Coffin. Eddie was slumped over in a barstool, resting his head on the counter. You march in angrily.

"C'mon, Eddie, let's go," you shake him awake. "We gotta get you home."

"Babyyyyyyy!" he exclaims, a drunken grin slowly stretching across his face. "Missed you s'much."

"You wouldn't have to miss me if you came over to study, like you promised," you counter, but you know there's no use arguing with him when he's this far gone.

Jeff scoots off of his stool and walks to you. "I'll help you drag his ass to the car," he offers, and you gratefully accept the help.

"Thank you guys for keeping him safe," you address the group, and they respond with weary smiles and a smattering of don't mention its.

You and Jeff guide Eddie to your car and usher him into the backseat.

"Wan' sit next to you, baby," he whines. "Wan' hold your pretty little hand and kiss your pretty little face."

You shake your head. "Lay down and just...be quiet, Eddie," you mutter, Jeff closes the door and wishes you good luck, and you thank him again before driving off.

"Y/N," Eddie pipes up from behind you, reaching out to touch your arm. You pull away as much as you can without jerking the wheel, "'re you mad at me?"

"We're not talking about this while you're drunk, Eddie," you respond shortly, annoyance evident in your tone.

He rolls over from his side to his back. "I hate when you're mad at me," he hiccups. "Just' wan' make you happy, sweetheart."

You want to scream at him, tell him that what would make you happy is him actually graduating this year, walking the across the stage to get his diploma, maybe even going to college with you. Instead, you clamp your mouth shut and focus on the road.

You leave your car running while you help Eddie out of the backseat and into the trailer. "You're not gonna stay?" he pouts, practically falling onto you.

"No," you reply tersely, "I have to get up in three hours to get ready for school. You know, that place you've been for six years? Where we have a huge history test second period?"

"Oh, shit," he exhales, and then laughs uncontrollably. "Yeah, fuck that place."

You bring him to his bed and place the garbage pail next to it. "In case you throw up," you remind him, heading for the door.

"You're really gon' leave me?" His laughs cease immediately; now, he looks like he's about to cry.

"Good night, Eddie," is all you can manage, too frustrated and disappointed to think straight.

~

Unsurprisingly, Eddie's not at school the next day. You successfully beg Mrs. Click to let him take the test tomorrow, saying that he has food poisoning. She buys the excuse, probably because of Eddie's newly-decent attendance record.

When he told you that he was determined to graduate, that '86 would be his year, you'd held him to it. You constantly reminded him of his goal, turned dates into study sessions, and had some pretty...fun rewards when he got answers correct. D-minuses and Fs gradually turned into C-pluses and B-minuses (with the exception of the "D" in O'Donnell's class, but you can't win 'em all).

You love seeing him motivated, tongue poking out of his mouth as he wracks his brain for vocabulary word definitions and math formulas. You love when he passes a test and hugs you tight, spinning you around, huge smiles on both of your faces. You love when he shows Wayne his grades with childlike enthusiasm, and the older man gives you a little wink.

You don't love Eddie's self-sabotaging behavior, and you plan to make that known.

That opportunity knocks earlier than you anticipate: he's sitting on your front steps when you pull into your driveway.

He looks up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. “Hey,” he says softly, fidgeting with his rings.

“Hey,” you respond. “Click said you can take the test tomorrow before school.”

“Thanks.” He bites his lower lip. “Can we, uh, can we talk?”

“Go for it. Explain to me why you thought getting plastered last night was a good idea.”

Eddie breathes out, puffing his cheeks. “After our gig, one of the regulars came up to me. He goes, ‘don’t see your girl out here tonight.’ And when I told him you were studying at home, he, um,” his eyes drop in shame, “he asked me what a smart girl was doing with someone like me.”

Your heart pangs with sadness, knowing how sensitive Eddie is about his intelligence, especially compared to yours. Still, it doesn’t excuse his behavior. “So a middle-age drunk makes a stupid comment, and you decide to get wasted?”

“He’s got a point, though,” he says sadly, “and it got me thinking...what if I don’t get into Indiana State with you?”

“First of all, he doesn’t have any point.” You take a seat next to him. “You’re smart; you just need help focusing on the right stuff. And second, we talked about that. You’ll go to Hawkins Community College for two years, get your grades up, and then join me.”

Eddie plows ahead, seemingly ignoring your response. “Or what if I get in, but I flunk out? Or realize that college isn’t for me?”

“Then you’ll figure out what you wanna do, Eds. There’s trial-and-error in it sometimes.”

He sighs. “I miss when I didn’t even try. Couldn’t be disappointed because I already knew I failed.”

You stand up and sling your backpack over your shoulder. “Sorry for ruining your lifelong pity-party.” You start to open the door, but turn around before the key clicks in the lock. “Y’know, Eddie, I really love you. I want you to graduate and experience new things, which is why I’ve pushed you so hard to study and go to class. But I can’t make you want it,” you give him a pointed look. “That has to come from you.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want that,” he shoots back. “And maybe we’re just too different.”

You take a step back. You’d thought this was just a typical argument, one that would be resolved with talking and time. “W-what are you trying to say?”

Eddie can’t even make eye contact with you; if he does, he’ll start to cry. “Thanks for talking to Click for me,” he mumbles, gets in his van, and speeds down the block.

~

Three weeks go by; weeks filled with tears and endless games of what-if that your brain likes to conjure up. Good things happened in that time, though: you found out you were accepted into Indiana State with a full scholarship. The first thought that crossed your mind, before even allowing yourself to celebrate, was I wonder if Eddie got in. That brought on a fresh batch of tears.

School is rough. You used to sit at Eddie’s lunch table, legs stretched out on his lap while he rested his arms on your thighs. You’d steal pretzels from his bag when we wasn’t looking, and he’d pretend to be furious when he’d inevitably catch you. Now you eat lunch alone in the library.

And the classes you have together? You do your best not to look at him, acting like he’s not even there. You’ve felt his eyes glance at you, but he quickly pulls them away. He’s made no attempt to reconcile, and you’re not about to force an unwanted relationship.

Finally, you decided to try and distract yourself, heading to Family Video to grab some movies. You definitely need to raid the comedy section, desperate to laugh after being sad for so long. You walk into the store, greeted by Steve saying, “Speak of the devil!”

He and Robin laugh at your confusion, so Robin explains, “We were just talking about you.”

“I figured,” you say amusedly. “Good things, I hope.”

“Just about how Harrington is going to fling himself off of Skull Rock if he has to hear Munson talk about you one more time.” Her answer is met with a subtle jab to the ribs from Steve.

You try to manage a chuckle. “Well, I’m sure he has nothing nice to say about me, since I ruined his ambitions of doing nothing for the rest of his life.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “Oh, you don’t...she doesn’t know,” he turns to Robin.

“I don’t know what?” you ask, curiosity piqued.

“Um,” Steve hesitates, “Eddie’s still in love with you. He wants to get back together but he’s convinced himself you’ll say no.”

You roll your eyes. “He has a habit of thinking that, doesn’t he? I’ll reject him, colleges will reject him, the whole damn world will reject him.”

“Y/N,” Robin says softly, “isn’t that how it’s always been for him? His dad, the people at school...why would he think any different?”

Her words sink in, forming a pit in your stomach. “I guess...I just thought I showed him that I wasn’t like that.”

“And you did,” Robin reassures you, “but it’ll take time and patience for him to fully believe it. Right, Steve?” She turns to where Steve had been standing, but no one’s there now. “Uh, Steve?”

“Sorry,” Steve calls out from the break room. “Had to pee.” 

You and Robin share a small laugh. Neither of you realize that he was lying until you hear the familiar rumble of Eddie’s van outside of the store.

“Steve, what did you do?” you hiss as Eddie parks and jumps onto the pavement.

“I’m fixing things,” he says with a shrug, pulling you into the back room. You hear the chime jingle and Robin’s voice saying, “She’s in there,” and before you know it, you’re face to face with Eddie Munson.

“I have something for you.” He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. You only have to read the first two lines:

Dear Mr. Munson,

We are pleased to offer you admission to Indiana State University beginning in the Fall 1986 term.

“You got in.” A few weeks ago, you would have pulled him in for a kiss so passionate, his legs would’ve turned to Jell-O. Now, you only offer him a small smile. “That’s amazing. Are you gonna go?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah. I won’t know what’ll happen if I don’t try.” He laughs after he says the last part.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’,” he averts his gaze, “that’s, uh, that’s what Harrington said to me when I was nervous about asking you out.”

“He’s always been good at meddling,” you mutter, not unkindly.

Eddie steps towards you, his hand softly nudging yours. “As soon as I got this letter, all I wanted was to tell you. I picked up the phone so many times but I could never work up the courage to dial the number.”

“I’m really proud of you,” you tell him. “But you should do what you want to do, not what you think I want you to do.”

He shakes his head. “I want to give college a shot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m scared shitless,” he admits shyly, “but I didn’t work this hard for nothing.”

“Well, then, that’s really good,” you offer weakly. “I’ll, uh, see you around.” You start for the door, but his hand gently grabs your wrist.

“Wait,” he blurts out, “please don’t go.” There are tears in his eyes. “I didn’t come here just to show you that letter. I...I still love you Y/N. So much.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I still love you, too. But...you said...”

“I know what I said. And I was being stupid, a coward, running away when things got scary.” You reach over to wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he lets you. “We’re different, yeah, but in a good way. You remind me to keep focused and stay motivated, and I remind you to enjoy yourself and break the rules every once in awhile.”

“We do make a good team,” you concede, allowing yourself to really look into his eyes. They melt you immediately. “But, Eddie, you can’t be getting drunk and blowing off your responsibilities any time you feel insecure.”

He nods. “I know. I don’t want to do that. It hurts me and it hurts you.” He sniffles. “Please, please take me back.” He drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist, making you giggle.

“Get up, dingus,” you say between laughs, borrowing Robin’s favorite insult. “I’ll take you back on one condition.”

“Anything,” he says, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“Don’t become that douche on the quad who plays guitar for the sorority girls.”

Eddie leans into you, pressing a smiling kiss to your lips. “That’s easy,” he says as he pulls away. “I only have one girl I wanna impress, anyway.”

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #requests

[samwinchesterswifu]

My Kink is Karma (Past Dean Winchester x Reader) (Eventual Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

Set in between Seasons 13 and 14

Warnings: cute smut moment :)) , Dean being a big ole dirty cheater

Song Inspiration: "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan

Minors DNI!

A/n: as soon as I heard this song, all I could think about is writing about Sam eventually getting the girl tehehe

It was during the stress of apocalypse world. She could still relive that night like a faint memory.

Dean hadn’t come home the night before, and he still wasn’t home the following morning. So, being the detective she is, she looks through the bank records of his cards and finds that he charged a motel room somewhere in Wichita. Her gut was screaming at her, eating her alive to go look. Racing to the garage, she grabbed her keys and sped off onto the highway. After some time, she finally arrived at the name of the hotel that was on his card. Seeing Baby parked out front she went to find what room he was in from the front desk. Gaining a key, she made her way to his room door quietly, her heartbeat racing out of her chest. Quietly as she could manage, she opens the motel door to find mounds of clothes all over the floor. Looking towards the bed she see’s Dean laying in bed with another woman, who was also naked. The light peering through the door awoke Dean. Once he saw her, he jumped up only in his boxers.

“This, this isn’t what it looks like, Y/N please,” Dean begged and she laughed as tears fell.

“Fuck you Winchester.” She screamed, waking up the other woman. Throwing the door key right smack in the middle of his chest.

Turning around and picking up her pace to make it to her car. As she’s getting ready to start it as Dean’s running out of the room still in his boxes and trying to throw a shirt over his head. She’s pulling out of the parking spot as he lands his hands on her hood, trying to stop her from leaving. Determination to get away from how vile of a man he was on her mind, she practically almost ran him over. She looked from the review mirror, and he stood in the middle of the parking lot screaming her name.

Getting back to the bunker, she rushed as fast she could. Bumping into Sam in the process. He looked heartbroken because he knew she would leave when they needed her the most. Giving a big hug, Sam whispers to her to be safe, and kisses her on her forehead. She was able to grab her things and leave the bunker before Dean ever arrived. She arrived at Jody’s not too long after her partings. Knocking on Jody’s door at 2 am. Jody answers in her PJ’s and she broke down in the middle of her doorway.

That was 4 months ago. She was thriving with the girls and helping them with their hunts. Taking the responsibility off Jody for the meantime so that she could take care of things at the station. For a while Dean would consistently blow up her phone, leaving begging text messages and voicemails. She had the guts to finally block his number at 2 weeks in. She thought Dean would come looking for her, but surprisingly it was peace. Sam was keeping her updated about the events going down.

Apoco Michael got to Dean, and they defeated Lucifer but Michael high jacked Dean. As much as her body screamed for her to run to their help, to help them find Dean, her heart was content with never interacting with him again.

It was silent for a few days. Her and Claire took on a solo hunt while the others rested. Defeating a rouge werewolf in Michigan, a case sent by Sam. Over the last few weeks, she and Sam have been texting quite a bit. Flirting in between giving out case information. Then, one morning Sam calls her. Telling her that they had found Dean and that Sam was exhausted. They needed her help. The desperation in Sam’s voice of needing another OG’s hand on something like this tugged at her heart. She wanted to help Sam, not Dean. And that’s what she had to remind herself of departing from Jody’s.

To say she was nervous to be back in the bunker again after the break up was an understatement. She shook with anxiety but was so excited to see Sam again. Pulling into the driveway, she makes her way to the front door. Taking deep breaths, she pushes open the door and walks towards the small balcony that looked over the war room. Sam sat with the other hunters as they discussed something, they hadn’t noticed her yet.

“Y/N!” Maggie shouts in excitement as she comes from the library. Making Sam and the others snap their heads in her direction.

Sam rose to his feet, a soft smile forming on his face. She made her way down the staircase. Dean wasn’t anywhere in sight. Before she could even make it to the last step, Sam was wrapping her up in a hug, bringing her down fully. There was just something about seeing Sam again after all these months. The skin contact felt different then with Dean. It felt electrifying, and safe. She briefly catches up with the other hunters before Sam pulls her away towards his room.

His lips slammed against hers before they even made it to his room. Barely rounding the corner before she was able to fully unbutton his shirt. Their movement was filled with so much hunger, want, and longing. Her eyes felt like they were swelling up with tears just simply by the overwhelmingness of the feelings she was feeling. Finally, after a few feet, Sam slams her back against his door. Reaching down trying his hardest not to break their contact, he links his arms around her legs. Hoisting her up and immediately wrapping her legs around him.

Sam fumbles with the doorknob, keeping a tight grip on her ass. Once inside his room, Sam kicks his door shit with his foot and throws her on his bed in the process. Sam kicks off his shoes while she tugs off her jeans. Since his shirt was already unbuttoned, he threw it to the ground. She’s seen the boys at least shirtless before, and there is just something about Sam standing in front of her with a hunger in his eyes. Something she never got from Dean.

Climbing above her, Sam bruises his lips against hers once again. His hands push them way under her shirt and cupping her breast. After a few moments on fondling Sam tugs away at her underwear. Leading kisses down her stomach and tracing over her hip bones, his lips finally contact her other…. lips. A loud gasp escapes her as he makes contact. Dean never ate her out, he would protest and say it was a gross idea to him even though she walked on him doing it often before they dated. But God, Sam was so good with it. He inserts two of his massive fingers into her after biting a sucking at her clit. She was already so close to cumming.

“Oh God- “She yelps as Sam as a third finger.

Sam curls them enough to where they hit her G-spot, rubbing it just in the right way and keeping a steady pace.

“Oh God- “

“Oh God- “

“Sam!” She yells as she meets her climax.

Then Sam’s door slams open. Both look in horror to see Dean with his gun drawn. Once he realizes the scene in front him, Dean’s face also goes white as a ghost.

“O-o-oh, oh my god, I’m- “ Dean reaches for the door knob and slams the door shut with such force the bed shakes.

Sam looks up at her with hunger still evident, but embarrassment now washed over his face. They look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter. Sam makes his way back up to her, and pulling her on his chest as they both are still giggling.

“Well, at least he knows,” Sam chuckles.

“Oh fuck you Winchester,” She says hitting his chest.

“I can make that happen.” Sam says with a grin, a playful look molding over his eyes. “Then what are you waiting for?”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester x reader

[observeowl]

Scared N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: There's something that prevents R from approaching love life like a normal person

Third POV There is one person in SHIELD that everyone is jealous of. She didn't need to write reports or even review other agents' reports. Her main job is to create weapons and making sure they are safe for use so she's often seen working with Tony Stark.

Everyone is envious of her because she was able to do what she liked without having to participate in the mundane process. No one has ever seen her lifting a piece of paper to read.

"Hey! Y/N! Come check this out!" Tony called out to her when he saw her swiping her card to enter the compound.

"Hi Tony." She replied with a straight face, not expressing an outwardly interest in the guy's excitement.

"Come on... it'll only take a few minutes." Regardless of the girl's protest, he dragged her to the lab where he was able to show his creation.

"Look." He showed her a bunch of sequences on the hologram and Y/N scanned through nodding her head.

"Nice Tony, but I'm here to collect the weapon Fury asked for."

"It's just over there, I'll have Happy deliver it later. Come watch this." He insisted.

"Please Tony." Y/N didn't let down.

"Alright..."

That's the thing about this Y/N, she refused to be dictated by others and to others she may seem cold.

"Thanks." Once she acquired the weapon that was the purpose of the trip, she left the lab and saw Natasha standing at the door. She greeted the higher ranking redhead before heading out.

When Y/N entered her car, she received a text message but she didn't reply and carried on her journey back to SHIELD.

"Thank you Agent Y/L/N. Hill will send over a document that requires your attention. We seem to have found a new element." Fury said after inspecting the weapon Y/N have brought over. "I expect things will start to get busy from now."

Y/N nodded and proceeded to her office where there was a thumbdrive on her table containing the document Fury was talking about. She plugged in the thumbdrive and took her earpiece and started listening to it.

As Y/N was listening to the document with her eyes closed, Natasha walked into her office after knocking. She knew Y/N was inside as she was talking to Maria earlier.

In a way, Y/N is similar to Tony. Her lab was filled with screwdrivers, holograms displaying 24/7, there's always an ongoing project somewhere. The difference is that her workspace is a lot neater compared to Tony's. There's almost nothing on her desk other than her computer and tablet. No files to be seen, only a single pen used for signing.

Some childish agent would think she used her connection to enter SHIELD and doesn't have to do anything useful.

Natasha saw Y/N with her eyes closed thinking she was having a relaxing time listening to music as nothing was showing on her screen. Quietly, she walked closer to Y/N and took one side of her earpiece trying to figure out what she was listening to.

However, before she was able to place the earpiece close to her ear, Y/N shot open her eyes, shocked at the new activity and person intruding her personal space. "Agent Romanoff." She sighed in relief. "How may I be of assistance to you?"

"Oh nothing. I was just popping by to see you."

"I'm kinda busy, if you could come back later, I may be free then." Y/N replied. Natasha respected her space and slowly stepped back exiting her office. When she left, Y/N continued with her listening until she got enough information to start working.

"Don't scream. Quietly come with us." Y/N felt something metal on her back and dropped whatever she was doing and followed their instructions. They must have planned this for a while as they moved smoothly avoiding the majority of people and leaving the building expertly without raising anyone's suspicion.

Once they were out of the building, more men came and placed a bag over Y/N's head and knocked her out.

Natasha POV Y/N is an interesting character, I've never seen someone so strict in following the rules. She only interacts with someone for work and pushes everything else until the end. It's finally 6pm and that's when she usually leaves work. I went to find her again but she was not there.

Strange... if she were to leave, she would have switched off the lights but she also was not in her office. I checked with Maria but she didn't see her either. Maybe it was a one off thing. I helped her switch off the lights and went back to the compound.

The next morning, I went to Y/N's office early, hoping to be able to catch her before she started work but she was not there either. Just as I was wondering if she got the day off, Tony called me asking where Y/N was as she was supposed to be working with him today.

Natasha: I have no idea, Tony. I haven't seen her since yesterday afternoon.

Tony: Well, if you see her. Tell her to come quickly. I have something exciting to show her.

Before waiting for my reply, he hung up his phone. I sighed, shaking my head. I only managed to take a few steps before I saw Tony calling me again.

Natasha: Tony... I told you I don't know where she is...

Tony: Come to the compound quickly. It's serious, it's Y/N.

Natasha: What?!

He didn't reply and hung up on me again. "Seriously!" I ran out of SHIELD and floor my corvette all the way through until I reached the compound. Everyone was already crowding around in the meeting room watching a clip.

*in the clip*

"Read the manual and operate it!" The guy screamed at her.

"I can't..." Y/N shook her head. "I really can't... I want to but I really can't." She's on the verge of crying with the stack of papers in front of her.

"Why did we kidnap a useless engineer who can't even read?" He screamed and

"What is she doing? Why isn't she reading to buy us some time?" I asked frantically. Once she started trying to operate the machine, she would be safer as they'll need her.

"We've already got her location. Let's go." Tony said and the team headed towards the quinjet.

"She'll be alright Nat." Clint said as I paced around the jet thinking of the worst possibilities that could happen to her. I shook my head not knowing how to reply.

"These idiots." I mumbled when we got to Y/N. The culprits have been taken away and she was left on the ground beaten. I immediately went to check on her and thankfully she didn't sustain any drastic injury. Clint helped me to carry her back in the quinjet before sending her to the medbay to check things out.

I was fuming at those that did this to her. After Bruce was done checking and making sure she was fine, I went to search for those that were responsible for this. Maria had already interrogated them and they were a part of a no-name gang that heard about Hydra and its possible weapons at a cafe. SHIELD needs to tighten their security and tell their agents not to talk about their work outside of SHIELD or the compound.

"What are we going to do about them?" I asked when Maria came out.

"We're going to just pass them off to the police and close this as a kidnapping and assault case." She said.

"Nat, she is awake." Clint came to tell me before I was able to protest that more should be done instead of having them sent to prison where they would only be spending 20 years of their life there.

"Hey Y/N, I heard you were awake." I tried to act normal when I entered her room.

"Hi Natasha." Y/N said as her bed was already propped up at an angle.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked as I took a seat next to her. She nodded her head and played with her fingers for a bit.

"Can I ask why you didn't read the manual for them? You would have sustained a lot less injuries if you did." She nodded her head once again but I wasn't sure if it was a reply to my first question or the statement. I figured I was pushing too far when I didn't get a reply and was going to move onto another topic until she opened her mouth to reply.

"I was kidnapped when I was younger..." She said after taking a deep breath.

"This is not mandatory, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I told her to make sure and let her know I wasn't forcing her to tell me.

It took a little longer before she continued. "They'll beat me up slightly but it wasn't anything serious. I don't know if it was their sadistic feeling or what. But I was placed in front of a desk and told to recite the storybook from cover to cover." She swallowed before continuing. "Every other chapter there would be people dying. I kept reading and reading, characters kept dying and dying. Every page I flip I think the next one would be me."

I held onto Y/N's hand letting her know she's no longer there. I could tell her heart was beating faster with the machine next to her. "After I got rescued, I didn't dare to read. I couldn't see the words, they were all in a blur."

I processed her situation in my head, so that's why she's never seen reading. "But how do you sign and authorise things then?" I asked as I've definitely seen her signature on papers.

"I only trust Commander Hill to give the right paper after listening to the recordings of it." I raised my eyebrow nodding. "It's not a nice experience really, the robot sounds really dry. I often fall asleep listening."

"I could read for you next time. That way you can sign on the paper immediately." I suggested it without thinking. "I- I mean, if you don't mind." I added after realising what I said.

Y/N shook her head. "I don't want to intrude into your time. Some documents can take really long to read."

"I want to help. Please?" I gently held her hand and rubbed my thumb over her knuckles.

"Alright then."

Your POV Ever since the kidnapping, Natasha has been helping me read the documents. I tried hiding some from her, especially the manuals as it can be very technical and boring but somehow she would find out and barge into my office scolding me for not telling her. I have no idea how she heard I have something to read so quickly, don't she have her own things to do? Don't get me wrong, she has a really nice voice which I'm sure if she no longer works as an Avenger or SHIELD agent, she can go be a voice actor or audio book reader and be really successful.

Currently, we are at my house after having dinner at one of the cafes nearby. Other than helping me read, she has been trying to conquer my fears of reading by reintroducing children's books to me. There were more pictures than words but it was still tough looking at the words. I take a long time trying to read through the blur.

"Don't bite your lips." Natasha pulled my bottom lips out between my teeth. I froze when I felt her fingers on my chin.

"Sorry, Natasha..."

"I told you many times to call me Nat. I'm sure we're past that stage now."

"Right. Sorry, Nat." I corrected it.

We spent weeks trying to improve my reading but I could only read a couple of words each session. Not even enough to finish reading one children's book.

#fluff #natahsa romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow #korean drama inspired #scared #my writing

[honeyjars-sims]

2.20 Making It Right

Farrah: Are you sure this is safe? What if you’re being ambushed?

Chantal: It’s fine. I think.

Farrah: [screaming] AHH! What was that???

Chantal: A squirrel. I think I would’ve felt safer if I came by myself.

Lilian: Hi Chantal, thanks so much for responding to my message. This is my friend Kayla.

Kayla: It’s nice to meet you, Chantal.

Chantal: Kayla Flemming? You two know each other? Wow, Ambrose was right, you really did have someone on the inside!

Lilian: Kayla and I have known each other since we were kids. Who’s this?

Chantal: This is my best friend, Farrah.

Farrah: Shh! Don’t use my real name! Uh, I’ll just wait over there and make sure no one’s coming.

Lilian: I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on here, so I'll just cut to the chase. A few months ago, my sister Julianne used one of the SNOOT lubes and suffered some pretty bad chemical burns. She had some nerve damage and scarring that left her in a lot of pain.

Chantal: Oh my God, that’s awful! 

Lilian: Yeah, it really is. She wanted to contact a lawyer, but she couldn’t afford to. But she knew whatever was in that lube was too caustic to be safe. She wanted to warn others, so she left a review. Ambrose contacted her and asked her to take the review down. She even offered her hush money. But my sister refused.

Chantal: Good for her! I can’t believe Ambrose did that. Well, I guess I can.

Lilian: It gets worse. Ambrose flew off the handle when she refused to remove the review. Unfortunately, my sister used her full name. A few days later, someone made an anonymous call to her job with some false accusations. She was fired and had to stop her medical treatments. We know it was someone associated with SNOOT, but we have no way to prove it. That’s when I contacted Kayla.

Kayla: I knew Ambrose was all about saving a few bucks wherever possible, so it didn’t surprise me that she was putting out harmful products. When I heard about what happened to Julianne, I had to do something to help. I offered to help her pay for a lawyer so she could get some justice. Unfortunately, we still had one other problem.

Lilian: We knew it was the lube that caused the burns, but we didn’t have any actual proof. Kayla suggested I do some recognizance by getting a job at SNOOT. She helped me craft the perfect resume, and I’ve been working on gathering evidence ever since.

Chantal: So why do you need me?

Lilian: It was the perfect plan on paper, but I’m not a detective. I was never able to get close enough to anyone important to gather the intel I needed. Then I saw you in Nico’s office late one night.

Chantal: [embarrassed] Oh. 

Lilian: Yeah. I figured I could use your...connections to my advantage. I know that sounds awful, but it was also an opportunity for me to warn you about everything that’s going on before it caused you any problems. Knowing what happened to Kayla, I had to let you know.

Chantal: Wait, what happened to you?

Kayla: I was in the same situation then as you are now. A few years back, Nico was my boss. He started flirting with me, and I was taken in by how special he made me feel. He introduced me to Ambrose and said she could help me build my career.

Kayla: [continued] But then he started putting me down and shutting me out. When I got pregnant, he sent me money for an abortion and stopped talking to me. Then Ambrose suddenly cut me out of the company we were starting. 

Chantal: I’m so sorry that happened to you. Trust me, I know now how stupid I was being by getting involved with him. 

Kayla: You’re not stupid, Chantal. You’re kind. People like Nico and Ambrose will take advantage of that kindness, but that’s their shortcoming, not yours. I know this all might sound like a personal grudge, but I also know you noticed all the red flags just like I did. We chose to ignore them, but it’s not too late now to make this right.

Lilian: I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you have any information that could help us, my sister and I would really appreciate it.

Kayla: I can give you the lawyer’s contact information if that makes you feel more comfortable. I know lawyers get a bad rep, but he’s a family man and he really fights for his clients.

Chantal: I did find some things out recently that could help your case. Nico has documents in his office that show they've been getting their ingredients from unreliable sources. And he asked me to create some receipts that show they bought them somewhere reputable. He said the originals got damaged, but I know now that was a lie. I’ll give the lawyer a call.

Lilian: Wow, that would help a lot! Do you think you'd be able to get a hold of them to make copies?

Chantal: Yeah, they're locked in his desk but I can pretend I need something from the supply closet and ask to borrow his keys. He's in a bunch of meetings during the day, so I can sneak in there during one of those if you can keep watch for me.

Lilian: Sure! Thanks so much! I know this isn’t easy for you either and you didn’t have to get involved. But I’m so grateful that you did.

Chantal: I just hope it works out…for all of us.

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#if you read this whole thing you get a gold star #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #simblr #sims storytelling #sims story #simlit #safeharborstory #sh:chantal #sh:farrah #kayla flemming #stksafeharbor #sh:chapter2

[galvanizedfriend]

I’m about to be cheeky and ask whether we could have a sneak peek of the next chapter of the Wolf????? Or am I being too rude in asking that 😂.

Hi, nonnie! No, it's not rude at all!

I got this part out of the opening scene of the chapter, but I have to warn you that I am yet to review or edit anything, so it might change a little bit yet.

It's Caroline and Kol having a rather spiky heart to heart. I hope you like it! 🥲

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"I was wondering when you'd come out."

Caroline sighs. Of course, Kol would know she was there. She wonders what it means that he didn't tell the others. Maybe he was trying to spare her, or maybe he just didn't want her presence to overshadow a moment that should be entirely about Davina. Either way, she's grateful.

"I almost didn't. Wasn't sure I should even be here, to be honest."

"Where are your loyal wardens?" he asks flatly. "Don't tell me they're so overcome with guilt after condemning an innocent girl to hell that they couldn't indulge in a bit of gloom. It's their favorite kind of party."

"Klaus wanted to come," Caroline admits. "But I told him not to. Didn't think it would be wise."

Kol huffs out a weak snort. "Since when does he care about being wise?"

"He doesn't," she replies. "But I do."

"Right. And he always listens to you." He pauses. "It must be nice to have family who gives a damn about what you think."

Caroline's jaw sets. She lets her eyes focus on the elegantly carved letters of Davina's name on the headstone. It's beautiful, but rough. Not a lot of details, no quotes or messages about her being a good friend, a loving girlfriend. Feels hurried. Unfinished. Less than she deserved.

"I hated Davina when she tried to Klaus," she says after a moment, words tumbling out of her mouth without consent before she can give them a second thought. "I didn't hate, hate her. Not really. But in that moment, while she was there screaming her spell from the top of her lungs, saying that he'd lived long enough… I hated her then. She didn't really care whether he survived that whole thing or not. She wanted to get you back and she was willing to sacrifice whatever it took to do it."

"What are you on about?" Kol turns to her, a sharp edge to his voice. "Nik didn't die."

"Because Marcel betrayed her, and Stefan and I let an unstoppable huntress with a magic stone loose in the city to create enough diversion that could have backfired in so many ways, just so we could stop it. And then I killed Aya with my bare hands before she could have the chance to try again, and took back the white oak bullet she was going to use to test the effectiveness of Davina's de-linking spell,” she lists. “If that sounds like a too long and complicated combination, it's because it was. It took a village for Klaus to get out of that place alive, and if any of those things had failed, he wouldn't be here right now. And even then, Davina still managed to break his sire line, which made him vulnerable, including to Lucien, who was then free to threaten him and everyone else at will, because his life was no longer tethered to Klaus'." Kol's expression darkens. If looks could kill, Caroline would probably drop dead right there and then. But still, she keeps going. "She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences, and she didn't care because getting you back meant more to her than Klaus' life."

"I wonder why," Kol hisses. "You talk as if Nik hadn't given her extraordinarily strong reasons to have such disregard for his well-being."

"I'm not questioning that, Kol. Klaus is… Klaus. Whenever someone tells me they hate him, I just assume they have a good reason. It's usually the case. She did, too. But that's beside the point. What I'm saying is that she made a choice that night, and I’m sure it wasn’t an easy one, if not for Klaus, then for everyone else who stood to lose if she failed, including Marcel. We're all put in impossible positions sometimes, and we have to make choices that we might regret for the rest of eternity."

"That's brilliant," he says, lips twisted into an awful smile. "I expected that kind of bollocks from Elijah, but I thought you, of all people, would not try to defend the indefensible."

"I'm not defending it. And I understand your anger, Kol. I really do. Better than I wish, actually. I never wanted Davina to get hurt or to pay for what she did. I don't think she deserved what happened to her. You trusted your family, and… They let you down," she says, her voice fraying around the edges. "You're right. You should hate us. You, Marcel, Vincent. I would hate us, too. But what I can't stop thinking is that I hope I'm never put in the same position as Elijah and Freya. I hope I never have to find out who I would be willing to sacrifice for my daughter, or for Klaus. I wish I could say that I would do the right thing, but the truth is… I don't know. And I would hate to find out. Because there is no right answer. There's only a guilt that eats away at you, and then living with the consequences of your choice. I mean, yesterday would’ve ended in a funeral either way. If not Davina's, then mine and Klaus'. I'm sure you'd be happy to have her back, and regardless of your feelings for us, you'd feel sorry for your niece. But because of what Elijah and Freya did, I'm here today, and Davina is not. I'm grateful to be alive, but I'm not happy. No one is. I wish it didn't have to be like that."

Caroline swallows around the tight lump in her throat, forcing back the tears threatening to escape. Somehow, she doesn't think she gets to cry over this. Not here. Not in front of Kol.

Kol's jaw clenches, his face scrunched up with an emotion she can't really define.

Caroline hesitates, considers telling him that he will always have a home with them, but decides not to. He doesn't want to hear that right now. Not from her, anyway.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Kol," she says instead, and means it. "I really am."

Then she turns away and leaves him to mourn Davina in peace.

#yokan answers #anon #yokan writes #The Wolf #sneak peek

[happyk44]

Jasico prompt:

Nico as a VA who does ASMR recordings and Jason is his devoted fan/follower who listens and comments on everything he posts.

His voice was just soothing. He naturally spoke soft like a summer breeze, but he was good with accents too. He could mimic to the best of them. Still, Jason much preferred Nico's natural speaking voice. It filled him with a gentle air that had him floating as he laid down and listened to the soothing sound of whatever script Nico was reciting. Sometimes Jason didn't even hear the words. Just let himself soak in the clouds of Nico's voice, only taking in the gentle sounds he spoke.

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Nico had a fan. A very rabid fan. Not rabid as his volatile but just. Rabid as in there. Every post Nico made, he could be certain if he doubled back hours later that fan would have commented on it. Liked it.

If Nico put out a tip jar, that fan was usually one of the first to donate and always had such a heavy amount. It felt overwhelming the first few times - almost like he was going to owe this person something for all the attention they were pouring into him. Sometimes he hovered his finger over the block button.

But he never pressed it. Just backtracked and breathed.

This fan wasn't like the others. They didn't come storming into Nico's DMs demanding certain content. They didn't email him begging him to voice act some indie project they had going on for free. They didn't desperately scream for information on projects he was working on, information he couldn't give out, and then berate him wildly for refusing.

This person was just there. It was kind of like having a sugar daddy that just genuinely wanted you to be happy, instead of your pants down and ass up.

Nico settled at his desk. His equipment was still set up for later, but he ignored it, choosing to lift his laptop lid and sign into his computer. Copying the link Walt texted him earlier, he began to type out a new message to his followers - and any strangers who stumbled across his posts.

Hey guys, my friend Walt is kickstarting his first indie project. It will be a RPG pixel game based on Egyptian gods. You can find more information at the link below. If all goes well, I will be voice acting as the Narrator and a couple secret characters.

He flapped his wrist, willing the pain to disappear before he kept typing.

As a bonus incentive to help my friend fund this project, I will be offering a customized 30 minute ASMR recording of your choice to the person who donates the most to the campaign. Screenshot your donation and submit it through the contact form on my website. I will only be doing this upon completion of the funding period. If you withdraw your donation for whatever reason, your submission will be taken out of consideration.

He submitted the post with a link to Walt's project and sat back. For a minute, he contemplated. His rabid fan... They never did request anything, even when Nico opened the floor to suggestions. Other people did. Then some got frustrated or upset when he didn't do them.

But this fan always seemed eager to please. He wondered if he should text Walt to keep an eye out for their username. Even if they didn't submit their screenshot for consideration, they'd probably still donate a ridiculous amount of money to back the project. Just because Nico asked.

It was weird to have this kind of power over one person. Maybe sugar daddy wasn't the word for what they were. It was probably something else - Bianca would know.

But she'd also make fun of him for it somehow.

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Jason wrung his wrists nervously. He had spent... Well, it was certainly a number that would have his step-mom calling him once she did her quarterly review of his trust fund account, but it was worth it for the "Hi, Jason Grace, you won a customized recording from Nico di Angelo, aka The Ghost King. Please send a script or concept over for him to develop and record for you."

Hazel sometimes featured in the background of Nico's videos. He said she was his sister, slash assistant, slash business manager, because he was "shit with money" and "would probably live in a cardboard box without her".

Jason had been kind of hoping that Nico would email him personally, but he didn't mind seeing Hazel's name at the bottom. She always seemed so pleasant. She had a nice voice too. Just... not as nice as Nico's.

His eyes flitted nervously to the time at the bottom of his computer screen. Just one more minute.

His request had been sort of... unorthodox. He knew most people would probably have something in mind. Either a fully blown script or an idea - just like Hazel had requested. And technically Jason did have an idea.

It just.

Wasn't what most people would think of.

His concept was just. A chat. A talk. He didn't want Nico to play some character or act in any which way. He just wanted to hear him talk about anything. His day. His life. His hobbies. The colour of sky. Anything.

As soon as he emailed that that was what he wanted, Hazel had sent back a quick, "Are you sure?" He responded with an enthusiastic "yes", and she'd replied back with some dates and times for a video conference. He didn't think that would matter. Since he just wanted to hear Nico talk, there wasn't much to discuss.

But he wasn't going to turn down a chance to meet him face-to-face.

Well, over video, but it would be different this time. Nico didn't really do "lives". People had asked and he just said he didn't like being actively seen. At least with his videos, they were passive. He didn't feel like he needed to keep an eye on the audience.

The clock struck 3pm and Jason immediately clicked the link Hazel had emailed over a few hours earlier. He would've clicked it as soon as she sent it but he didn't want to seem too eager for it.

It took a few seconds but Nico's face emerged on the other side. Jason resisted the urge to gape. Nico was always pretty - it was half the reason he picked up followers so fast. But in his videos, even in photos, there was always shadows, dim lighting, something to disguise him in mystery and darkness, to really sell his moniker as The Ghost King.

But now he was swathed in soft pastel lights. Instead of his usual hoodie, he wore a comfortable dark crewneck sweater with an embroidered skull on the chest. His hair was partially tied back, still a large volume of hair spilling out. What did Piper call that again? A half ponytail.

It pulled his bangs back, showcasing his warm brown eyes.

Jason swallowed dryly as Nico looked around calmly and said, "Hi, Jason! Can you hear me?"

Jason was about to fucking have a heart attack. "Yes," he said quickly.

Nico grinned and Jason's heart soared. The smile was a wicked thing - wider than it had ever been in any photo. Nico didn't really smile in his videos, focused on the things he was saying. But some photos captured a half smile, peaking out around shadows - more smirk than grin most of the time.

Here he seemed content, pleased. "That's great. So... Hazel said you just wanted to hear me talk? She said-" He paused and turned, picking up a black phone. "-anything that comes to mind is fine."

Jason nodded rapidly. Already his pulse was beating fast. Nico's voice was so angelic, even just saying regular words with no intent behind them. Why wouldn't he want to hear Nico talk

Nico cocked his head curiously. "You sure that's all you want? No character you want me to imitate or persona you'd like me to act as?"

"No," Jason croaked. His mouth was dry. "I just- I really your voice."

A pleasant rosy hue spread across Nico's cheeks. Jason stared before he remembered that staring for so long was unsettling to people and blinked away. Nico didn't seem all that bothered by it. Instead he was regarding Jason with a curious gaze and amused eyes.

"Okay, let me just start recording then..." His voice trailed off as he clicked away at the screen. "Okay! Um." His eyes flickered upwards. "Well, Walt surpassed his funding goals and he's starting reaching out to people who said they were interested in working on the project. I can't reveal too many details right now, but the development is going well so far." His focus turned back to Jason. "Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like me to say?"

"No." Jason fought the urge to lay his arms down on his desk, rest his chin on his arms, close his eyes, and listen intently. Nico might think he was falling asleep if he did that. Instead, he just reclined comfortably in his chair and adjusted his headphones. "You can just talk about whatever."

Thirty minutes of Nico's voice would be enough. Plus he'd get a free recording, and at the start Nico would be saying his name.

He'd replay that moment over and over again until he'd memorized the sound of his name in Nico's beautiful voice like a permanent brand in his ears.

Nico crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. "Okay. Let me know if you change your mind." He leaned in a little closer to the microphone. "Yesterday I went to the grocery store with my sister, Hazel. We were looking for garam masala. Hazel wanted to try this new recipe for butter chicken. I like it, but for some reason, I can never get the sauce to thicken properly. It's fine and good, but it is very liquid compared to what you get at a restaurant."

As Nico talked about his adventures with hunting down garam masala and frustratingly attempt to get the butter chicken sauce to thicken up, Jason soaked every word in like it was pouring rain on a long walk home. Every hitch of his breath, the change in tone, the softness, the roughness, the gravelly annoyance, the euphoric brightness - every iota of sound that he made plunged perfectly into Jason's ears, warm and soft like honey.

Desperately he didn't want it to end, but soon the clock flickered that thirty minutes had passed. It dragged on by a few more seconds, just to round out Jason's 30 minute recording, but then it was over.

He stiffened up as Nico trailed off then said, "Oh, time's up."

His heart sank into his chest. He didn't want it to be over. Wanted to hear Nico speak to him for as long as he could. "That was nice," he said instead.

He wouldn't whine. He was not owed Nico's time. Wasn't owed his presence. He won the time he won and he had the time he had.

That was enough.

"It was," Nico agreed brightly and Jason smiled. "You are a very easy audience, Jason."

Nico's laugh and the sound of Jason's name rolling of his tongue had him going warm. It spread hot through his chest and down into the pits of his belly.

"I'll send you the recording of this later today," Nico said. "It was nice to meet you, Jason." He waved and Jason waved back, hoping his hand wasn't moving too fast, that he didn't look too sad. "Bye."

"Bye," Jason echoed.

Nico vanished off the screen. Jason wilted and flattened his arms across the desk, one right over the other. He buried his chin between them, closing his eyes. Concentrating hard, he pulled the sound of Nico's voice saying his name and replayed it over and over again in his mind.

Maybe if he was lucky, Nico would do this again.

And he'd made sure that once more he was the highest bidder.

#happy talks pjo #jason grace #jasico #nico di angelo #my writing #my fanfic #i'm not very familiar with ASMR tbh so i just. winged it here lmao #hope you like it!! #happy's asks #vosh-daemon #jasonnico

[anonymouscakeao3]

the best wingman is… cake?

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

”You kissed him?!"

"Mari!"

"No no no." Mari screamed, the grin on her face was the biggest one Y/n had ever seen, "You met him that night and kissed him!" she squealed, jumping up and down while holding onto Y/n's arm.

"I may have skipped over a very crucial piece of information..."

"Y/n."

"He's a ninja.."

Mari's face went blank, void of emotion then the grin started growing again, "You kissed a ninja? Which one? Are they nice? Was he nice to you? Did he try to do anything to you?" Y/n defensively held their hands up, "It was the earth ninja, yes the ninja are nice, he was nice to me and no he didn't try anything." Mari smirked, "Was he a good kisser though?" A light slap from Y/n lands on Mari's arm, causing her to giggle again, "It was nothing big! Just a short kiss, I'm sure it didn't mean anything!"

They couldn't help but think that. It has been a few days since the celebration and they haven't seen Cole or the ninja at all, they know that they could be on a mission right now but part of Y/n feels as if he's just forgotten about them.

"Y/n, I'm willing to bet all your jam filled donuts that the kiss wasn't nothing to him," Mari threw her hand over her friend's shoulders, "It sounds like you guys got on very well, he's probably just been caught up with his work."

A small 'ding' ran through the shop, alerting the attention of the two friends.

"Now c'mon, let's go help this customer."

"Thank you Mari."

They turned the corner and were greeted by an older looking man, "Oh hello, I was wondering if i could put in an order for a cake if that's okay?" The two nodded and Y/n noted down everything the man wanted and was trying to achieve, "Is it possible to get it delivered if that's okay? I won't have anyone to pick it up for me." Y/n smiled, "Of course, i can drop that off to your house for you, Can I just get your name please?" "It's Lou."

Lou left the bakery after paying a small deposit, leaving Y/n with the notes of the cake, "So what did that guy want?" Mari called, "He put in an order for a cake, a 'welcome home' cake."

"Any specific details?"

"Medium sized cake, chocolate and vanilla flavour. He wants it to be mountain themed, with rocks and all that stuff. Must be a mountain climber or something."

"Due when?"

"Sunday. We have a couple of days, I reckon I can get this done in two days. One day for baking, the next for decorating."

Mari nodded, "If you need any help, let me know." she said, picking up the piping bag and continuing to pipe the frosting border on a cake. "I'll get started tomorrow. All going to plan, I should finish Saturday then I can deliver it Sunday afternoon." Y/n said, pulling an empty tray from the front storage case, "You can head home whenever you want tonight, I'll close up." "Are you sure? I thought it was my turn to close up." They shrugged, "You can just owe me one, I've just got some work I wanna go over before I head home so I'll sit and do it here." Mari nodded, placing the piping bag down, "I'll pop this cake in the fridge, clean up then go."'

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The Friday and Saturday flew by fast, Y/n was juggling baking and dealing with customers. Mari had to call in sick both days due to having to take care of her younger sibling which left Y/n to run the shop by themself, which thankfully, not many people came in, allowing them to focus on the cake more.

Sunday is the usual day the bakery is closed. Y/n had finished up the cake the night before and placed it in the fridge, they woke up around 10am and rolled out of bed, opening their phone to review the delivery instructions for the cake, "Deliver around 4pm.. Simple enough, and It's nearby!" They cheered. They opened Mari's messages and started typing.

'how is your sister feeling today?'

'still like shit :p'

'want me to come over and drop anything off?'

'unless its the cure for her flu, it's best you stay away. its pretty nasty :')'

'roger that o7'

'just let me know if y'all need anything'

'eye eye captain y/n! :D'

Y/n laughed, setting their phone aside and sighing, they looked around her room and frowned, "Well, might as well clean my room. I've got a few hours to kill."

By the time 3pm rolled around, Y/n had cleaned their room as well as the kitchen and lounge room. They dressed in their work clothes and grabbed their shop keys, locking up their apartment and driving to the shop.

They had to quickly touch up the cake after pulling it out of the fridge, adjusting some of the rocks that had fallen off or moved. They managed to leave the shop at 3:50pm, packing the cake safely into the car and driving off to Lou's house.

When arriving, Y/n's phone had dinged, signalling a message from Mari.

'there's spare clothes in the boot of your car ;)'

'thank me later, ily <3'

'??'

'very confused'

'why do i need spare clothes?? ://'

'shshshhsh stop messaging me on the job ;)'

They rolled their eyes and slipped their phone into their pocket as they got out and unloaded the cake, walking to the front door and knocking. Soon Lou opened the door, "Ah, right on time," He looked at their name tag, "Y/n, nice to see you. Please, come in!" He moved out of the doorway, allowing them to walk in and shut the door behind them, "If you'd just follow me, I'll take you to the kitchen where you can place the cake and I can give you the money." They followed him through the long hallway of the house, looking at every picture on the wall that they passed. There were other voices coming from a room further down the hallway but they couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Just in here please, dear." They placed the cake on the kitchen counter, marvelling at the nice, expensive looking kitchen. "You have a lovely house sir." "Lou looked surprised but then quickly laughed, "No need to call me sir, that's way too formal for me. Just call me Lou." He stretched his hand out, which Y/n took, shaking his hand. "Please just wait here while I go find my wallet." Lou hurried out of the kitchen and down the hallway, Y/n could hear him talking to the other voices before he returned, wallet in hand.

"Dad, are you ready for cake?"

Y/n tensed up, recognising the voice from the party the other night.

"Just a minute Cole, let me finish paying the nice worker for it." Lou handed Y/n the money and thanked them again. As they turned around, they tried walking to the door with their back turned to what they could guess was Cole and the rest of the ninja.

"Oh Y/n, wait! I forgot your tip!" Y/n mentally cursed, turning around with a nervous smile, now facing both Lou and the ninja, "It's fine-" "I'll pay for the tip dad." Cole said, standing up from his chair and nudging Y/n outside, closing the front door behind him.

The two were now outside, standing on the driveway of the house. "Small world huh, I should've expected you might've been the one delivering the cake after my dad said he got one." Cole laughed, "Yeah, I didn't realise he was your dad." They smiled, fidgeting with the edge of their apron. "Hey, are you okay?" Y/n nodded, "Yeah, just didn't expect to see you here. I feel a little embarrassed honestly." They laughed. He sat down on the top of the driveway, patting the ground next to him, inviting them to sit. Y/n sat next to him, hugging their knees to their chest.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"I look like a mess and I delivered a cake while looking like a mess to the ninja."

Cole laughed, "You're kidding me right?" Y/n shook their head no. "You look fine, sure you might have a little bit of frosting on your apron but you're a baker, you make cakes, it's to be expected." He threw his arm around their shoulders, pulling them closer and causing them to lean against his shoulder, "Stay tonight, please?" They smiled, "Sure, okay."

The two sat there, looking up at the stars before Y/n jumped up, "No fucking way. I just realised what Mari's message meant." They pulled her phone out of their pocket and read the messages again, "She must've seen the name on the order and realised it was your dad or something because she told me that there was extra clothes in the back of my car." Y/n walked over to their car and lifted the boot open, there in a shopping bag was a pair of Y/n's jeans on the top. Cole walked over to them and helped them shut the boot, "C'mon, you can get changed inside." He smiled.

The pair walked inside, Cole leading them down the hallway towards a dimly lit room, he walked inside and flicked on the light switch, revealing walls that were covered in posters, drawings and multiple photos. The bed was neatly made but Y/n could tell it had been sat on in the meantime, there was also a string of fairy lights hanging above the bed. in the corner of the room was a large desk, multiple pieces of papers and drawings were scattered across the top of it.

"This is my room, you can get changed in here if you'd like."

Y/n walked in, looking all around at the decorated room, "I can just tell this is your room." They laughed, "What's that supposed to mean?" Cole smiled, crossing his arms over his chest, "It just fits you, I don't know how to describe it, but it just gives off a 'Cole' vibe." Y/n placed their bag on the bed, "I'll take that as a compliment." He laughed, walking towards the door and shutting it behind him, leaving Y/n to rummage through their bag to see what Mari had left them with.

"Hey Cole?"

"Yeah?"

"Um.. Do you have a spare shirt or jumper I could borrow please?"

"Are you dressed? Can I come in?"

He carefully opened the door, spotting Y/n sitting on the bed, "Sorry.. Mari didn't pack a shirt and I don't really want to wear my frosting covered shirt." They laughed. Cole waved his hand at them, walking over to his wardrobe, "Don't stress it's fine." He pulled a plain black jumper from the drawer and passed it to them, "I normally wear that to bed but it's clean. Also the others have never seen me wear it so they shouldn't suspect anything if you're worried about them noticing." He smiled, walking back out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When Y/n put the jumper on, all they could smell was Cole and whatever deodorant he used. If you couldn't already tell he was the elemental master of earth, you'd be able to tell if you ever went near him, he smelt like the earth and rain.

They finished getting dressed and opened the bedroom door, jumping slightly when they saw Cole leaning against the wall, he silently led them to the kitchen where everyone was seated at the table.

Y/n sat across from Cole and next to Nya nervously smiling at everyone while they sat down, "Nice of you guys to finally join us, we've been waiting to get into this cake." Kai smirked, nudging Cole with his elbow causing the water elemental, who was sitting directly opposite her brother, to kick his shin under the table. "That was uncalled for." Cole laughed, high-fiving Nya, "It was very called for."

"So Cole, when were you going to tell me about your partner?" Lou asked, taking them both by surprise and causing Y/n to choke on the water they were drinking.

"We're just friends Dad!" He stated, glancing at Nya who was patting Y/n's back as they recovered.

"Friends don't wear each other's jumpers, son." He smirked, neatly placing his hands on the table.

"How do you know that's mine?"

"Cole, I'm your father, I know everything. Also you used to wear it around home all the time."

Cole dropped his head on the table while Y/n covered their face with their hands, the others laughing in the background. "Alright, alright." Lloyd started, "Let's leave the lovebirds alone and have some cake." He grabbed a knife and handed it to Cole who took it and slid the cake towards him, he glanced at Y/n who was trying to look everywhere but at him and sighed, placing the first cut in the cake.

He cut the rest of the cake and served slices to everyone, giving Y/n their slice last. They looked over at him and smiled, quietly thanking him.

The rest of the night was quiet. mainly consisting of the ninja sharing stories to Lou about their adventures and things they've seen and Lou sharing stories about his life before Cole was born.

One by one, the ninja started walking back to the monastery, bidding their goodbyes to Cole's father. Lou eventually headed to bed, apologising to both Cole and Y/n for embarrassing them in front of the other ninja before heading into his room. Leaving Cole and Y/n in the living room together, sitting on the separate couches.

"Sorry about my dad," Cole started, "He doesn't miss a chance to embarrass me." he laughed, glancing at Y/n who smiled in response, "Don't stress." They glanced at the clock, 'Hm, almost 11pm.' They sat up and tied the laces to their shoe, "I think I should get going, it's pretty late." They glanced up at Cole through their hair and watched as he looked up at the clock himself, grimacing at the time. "Sorry, I didn't realise how late it was. Did you want to stay here for the night?" Y/n stood up, "No it's fine, I don't live too far so It's not too long of a drive, but thank you."

"Can I at least walk you out to your car?"

"Of course, please protect me Mr Ninja in case any snakes try to nab me." They both laughed.

Cole guided them to the front door, pulling it open for them then walking out himself. The street was quiet, the only source of light coming from the lounge room window and the dim street lamps. Y/n unlocked their car and put their bag in the backseat, shutting the door and then leaning against the car.

"This gives me deja-vu." They laughed, causing Cole to tilt his head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"Well last time, I walked you out to your car, remember?"

"Oh yeah." He smiled.

"Did you want your jumper back? I can quickly get changed in my car."

"No no it's fine. I'll get it when I come into the bakery one day." He smiled, "Besides, It suits you."

Y/n blushed slightly, thankfully it wasn't too noticeable due to the lighting, "Guess I'll just have to take it with me to work everyday in case you come in."

Cole laughed, "I'll come in soon I promise."

They stood there in silence, pretending to look up at the stars while sneaking glances at each other.

"You should really head home, it's getting late." He said, head still facing the sky.

"And what if I don't want to leave yet?" Y/n grinned, crossing their arms over their chest.

"You're more than welcome to stay but I think we both know you'd rather be in your bed than sleeping on the couch."

Y/n rolled their eyes, "Yeah, you got me there." They pulled their car keys out of their pocket and turned back to Cole, leaning up and placing a small kiss on his cheek, "See you soon then." They smiled before unlocking their car and getting in, soon driving off, leaving Cole standing there holding his cheek while smiling.

#ninjago x reader #ninjago #cole brookstone x reader #ninjago cole x reader

[horce-divorce]

My friend just moved to a her grandmas old place and she doesn't have internet, so instead we dug out Grandma's trusty VHS collection and watched a bunch of movies from the cusp of Y2K. We also have plans to dig out more because this is our thing now, fuck Netflix. So here's my reviews so far:

Holes. what a GREAT fucking movie. Good message that is blatantly anti-prison industrial complex and anti-capitalist. good morals, good soundtrack, great casting, the author of the text wrote the screenplay so it hits hard like the book does, the romance between Kate and Sam will be goals to me forever. "I can fix that"!?!? KILL ME JFJDJWKWKFNJRNE 11/10 good shit. youuUuUUUU got to goOooOoo dig those hooooles 🎶

Another one that's still good? POTC: curse of the black pearl. Yes it's Johnny Depp Disney Garbage Trash, but it's WRITTEN SO WELL. Whatever writers they got for that shit obviously have written many a fanfic (positive! praise!!) bc the dynamics and dialogue btwn characters flow so smoothly. It's absolutely and utterly unlike real life, it's just the pirate story we all always wished we could be in, and it's still an absolute blast. for that I award it 9/10. This one was funny bc it came out on VHS in time for the commercials to be advertising DVDs.

Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius? This one's hard, cus this was one of my FAVORITE movies growing up. I noticed going in, however, that I remembered far less about what happens to Jimmy and his friends then I did about Caveman. Basically all I remembered was Jimmy's dad is stupid, and "when I sneeze it looks like a advanced species too." and that's bc Jimmy Neutron is a completely vapid and inane tale with absolutely no message, that unfortunately did not stand the test of time to me personally. It's pretty much unremarkable. they try to mix the "he's a genius baby" humor with 5th grader booger jokes and it just doesn't work, the booger humor doesn't land for adults and the genius humor isn't quite smart enough to be actually funny most of the time. Tbqh I think watching this as an adult gives me more ideas for horror movies than anything else. They go into space ON ROLLER COASTERS, WITHOUT HELMETS!!! They're fighting an entire civilization of space traveling ritual sacrificing EGGS and they have A SINGULAR! ONE! CHILD! ARMY! TO FIGHT THEM!!!! THEY CANT BREATHE OUT THERE! that's too scary I can't take it seriously lmao. 4/10 with all positive points going to Jimmy's hot mom and himbo dad (ideal romance tbh and where 90% of the humor comes from), Carl, Sheen, and Cindy, for screaming "THOSE FINDINGS WERE INCONCLUSIVE AND YOU KNOW IT" during their first on screen fight, that joke did actually land so they can have a cookie for it. And the teacher who gets turned small and gets left that way forever. What the fuck lmao

We also watched Pocahontas and I mean. Even as a kid watching that one was more of a lesson in "here's how NOT to talk about history," and as an adult, her "romance" with John Smith is more weak and pathetic than anything I've ever seen before or since! We got to "Savages" and all I could think was "Disneys orchestra really put their whole pussy into this one, huh?!?" I wish I could say the rest of the movie/soundtrack made it worthwhile but I'm gonna go with a solid 2/10 here. we still had a fun time tearing into their choices, and the aesthetic of an old Disney movie watched on VHS like nature intended is a form of ASMR. I didn't realize how much I missed the clackety clack of the plastic cases or the smell of a warm, freshly rewound tape. <3 good shit.

Stay tuned for more of my 20 Years Later: VHS Reviews No One Fucking Asked For! we're holding out hope that her parents still have my friends own VHS collection bc her and her sister used to have a banging VHS collection and I NEED to see Quest for Camelot.

#me #film #listening to music from the same era lately too #i just put Simple Plans debut album back in my rotation bc its soooooo funnnyyyyy oh my god #the christmas list song 😭😭 #i want a girl in my bed who knows what to do! A PLAYSTATION 2! i want a (1) dvd! a big screen tv!! 😭 #IM JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE! IM JUST A KIIIIID I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! NOBODY CARES CUS IM ALONE AND THE WORLD IS #HAVING MORE FUN THAN MEEEEEEEEEEEE... to night 😔 #the song where he straight up fucks an alien #iconic shit

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The first thing I'll say after reading the chapter is - CAT!!!!

Also, my cat came up to me while I was reading, and fell asleep on me, so double cats!

Poor Rosalie, still being haunted, but now actively trying to ghosthunt, when the ghost suddenly does not want to be seen anymore 😔 hug for both of them!

Shadowheart's words made me hurt, because damn. She is so right, they all still did choose to do bad things, because they thought they were right, but also - hug for her too, she deserves it for acknowledging her faults and trying to be better. Love Shadowheart and how wise she is here ❤️

And knowing that Astarion wanted to Ascend in order to be able to protect Rose too, in some way, breaks my heart for him, because he probably understands how stupid it was, and how much pain he brought Rose with that decision, but also how he was hurt in the process too... Oh, it is such a deep can of worms to unearth, I love it 💔

Also, Astarion in a jumper! WITH THE CAT! So far away from scary Ascended, it melts my heart. And him being embarrassed over bargaining in on Rose taking a bath, so worried and willing to face her in case she got hurt again... Aww, is the only thing I can say.

Not me waiting for the epilogue chapter to be Rose and Astarion on a double date with the Dekarios family. And I'm never letting my cat be alone in proximity to Gale. Nope. Also, I'm trying to imagine Astarion's shock when the whole clan of Gale's children starts climbing all over him. That will be hilarious.

Poor Rosalie with her email. I know the struggle. She is still better than me at handling it 😔

This chapter was so sweet, even if it brought something to think over, and that forever quest for acceptance of your past mistakes in order to move on, that fear of facing it, because it will be hard and painful... Yes. I can imagine the road to happiness will be long and thorny for both of them.

And now, I leave you, dear author, with the best of wishes for good luck in your work, many scritches for your cats, and big thank you for this delight of a chapter.

Now I'll go look for the banana muffins recipe, since Gale and Timothy refused to share that, and make me some. Thank you ❤️

hey anon, thank you so much for such a lovely message and comprehensive chapter review. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

I had a lot of visions for what this aftercare portion of the fic looks like, to be honest, but mostly it's just Astarion trying to rebuild his personality from the ground up and then trying to do it as quickly as possible so he can land himself a baddie lmfao. I don't know how well I'll pull it off, bc there's a lot of big things to unpack there that also, I don't think, make for a particularly interesting reading experience, so a lot of it happens off-screen. But for right now, I'm just grappling with an Astarion who feels bit weird about flirting, meanwhile Rosalie is like "he's not flirting with me? :( maybe he doesn't... like me :("

*screams internally in author*

so I added cats misbehaving to give myself some more familiar ground to tread!

I also just feel like Shadowheart's story is the neatest by the end of the game (her just T-posing in the background of the post Netherbrain trauma congaline on the docks, lmfao) but that there are things about her story, at least in my playthrough, that would actually equip her for understanding Astarion more than Rose does. I wanted to give a little space for the acknowledgement that most of the companions have experienced more emotional and moral nuance than my Tav has in her entire life :')))

Thank you for your lovely words! x

#asks #anons #lovely words from lovely people #wip: pieces still stuck in your teeth #i think making a Lawful Good character can make people think I want Rosalie to be a spotless perfect never faltered ever Mary Sue #whereas... in truth... she's mostly just extremely repressed and autistic lmfao. #and she only become heroic bc any fear and anxiety was literally removed from her body! Astarion/Shadowheart should be so lucky! #its so fucking easy to be brave in those circumstances!! #so she doesn't really um. have the tools to handle a lot of what is going on right now :'))

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Masterlist Tokio Hotel - Masterlist Connected by music • Tom Kaulitz

I once read somewhere that one of the only certainties in life is uncertainty. At the time, I remember that I found it confusing and I didn't insist on understanding what it meant.

Years later I understood.

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My breathing was heavy, my eyes were burning, a bitter feeling in my throat, and my heart was pounding.

His eyes were shining, his breathing was labored and he still remained nervous. He was waiting for my answer...

"Yes" I said, I didn't think, I just said.

He smiled, put the ring on my finger, and it fit perfectly.

He got up and kissed me, a kiss so desperate and passionate it gave me chills, I don't know why.

"Come on, let's tell everyone" He dropped his hand that was around my neck to my hand that didn't have the bouquet.

"Go first, I need to process that this actually happened." I said with an excited voice and a clearly fake smile, both.

He nodded and kissed the top of my head and left, I could hear him screaming, "SHE SAID YES", everyone was screaming and applauding.

I looked at my watch, it was 11:59 pm, we were here for almost an hour, I didn't want to go there right now...

I could hear them screaming as they counted down the seconds to the new year.

3!

...

2!

...

1!

"FELIZ ANO NOVO" (HAPPY NEW YEAR) Shouts, whistles, loud music.

I smiled to myself, I knew that Bruce was looking for me, but I also knew that my mother convinced him to leave me alone for a while, she knew that I appreciated my moments alone.

I know I should have been there, but I didn't want to, didn't want eyes focused entirely on me, congratulating me all the time. Suffocating.

"Hey honey, hurry up, we're late for the party" A blonde girl like 2000s clothes said from across the beach, next to a royal blue car.

I smiled and looked around, thinking it wasn't me, but it was.

I approached and greeted her from afar, she approached and hugged me friendly and then pulled me by the hand to get into the car.

I insisted that I didn't want to go, but when I realized it, I was already in the car with two other girls, one behind the wheel and the other in the copilot.

They talked and as incredible as they seem, they included me too.

They introduced themselves, the blonde was Larissa, the brunette Julia and the redhead, who was the copilot, Olivia.

We arrived at such a party that the first girl said, the brunette who was driving parked the car next to the place, we left and I left the bouquet in the car.

There was a huge queue, but it seemed that the security guard knew the girls, they greeted them and we entered.

Loud music, the smell of sweat, cigarettes and all kinds of drinks that exist was remarkable. Played several famous songs from the 2000s.

Maybe it was a retro ballad?

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She was panting, sweaty and thirsty. I looked at the watch on my wrist, it was 3:21. I had talked to my parents and Bruce about where I was, I lied a little bit. I had said that I had found some friends and we left, they were worried but I ignored it.

I spoke with the girls that I would go to the bar to get a drink, I asked if they wanted it and they denied it.

I walked there, and sat on a bench that was free and waited for the bartender to serve me.

I looked around and I had never noticed that there was a club here in Morro de São Paulo, in all these years. I know there was one years ago, but it had closed.

My gaze landed on the calendar in front of me, it was dark but I could still see it.

On the calendar it said today was January 1, 2008.

"WHAT THE FUCK"

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[curi0us-gh0st]

I love you, I think. (WinRina)

pairings: Kim Minjeong x Yoo Jimin.

word count: 1,2 k

genre: angst.

summary: Karina's beautiful mess with her own and Winter's feelings.

warnings: none, just bad language, Winter as Celia, Karina as Evelyn, self homophobia. [no review]

a/n: I just wrote it, and well, I'm going to sleep crying... inspired by "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo", this is no hater of Karina's current relationship, just for entertainment purposes.

The beginning is always strange, bittersweet, we could never know that we would end up kissing in a damn laundry room, we could never know that we had fallen in love at that stupid moment, maybe she was wanting that? or maybe it was my stupid drunken heart that got us into this storm.

I remember that after composing myself and thinking about what I had done, I ran after her to explain myself, afraid that she would tell the press that I was a deviant, that would end my life, but she, she...

“I'm not…” I said as she closed the door behind us. “I just… I had a friend in high school, my best friend. And we both…”

“I don’t want to hear that story.” Jimin spoke, I felt my body shudder.

“Okay” he said. “It’s just… I don’t… There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“I know there’s nothing wrong with you.”

I looked at her, trying to understand exactly what she wanted with me, what she wanted me to confess.

“But I know one thing” she continued. “I know I was in love with Hyunjin.”

“I know it well!” She said defensively. “I know you’re in love with Hyunjin. I always knew that.”

“I said I was in love with Hyunjin. But I don’t think that’s been true for a long time.”

"Right."

“Now all I can think about is you.” She said so, and went upstairs to pack her bags.

Maybe, just maybe she was really waiting for me, or she really wanted to tell me…

She hid in my apartment for a week and a half, living in purgatory. We slept together, but without doing anything, we just fell asleep side by side in my bed.

During the day, she would read in my apartment, while I went out to record variety shows.

We didn't kiss. Sometimes we would touch each other, arm to arm, hand to hand, but without ever looking into each other's eyes. In the middle of the night, however, before falling asleep, I would curl up behind her and she would lean against me, feeling the warmth of my belly against her, my chin in the crook of her neck.

I should have believed that we were just a passing whim, but the look at her, that look...

She found me still wearing a robe, drying my hair in front of the sink. Jimin came to me, looking deep into my eyes and said: “I think I love you.” She undid the knot on my robe that was closed.

Well, that night, Jimin and I slept naked, holding each other. We no longer pretended that our touches happened by accident. The next morning, I could hear her, breathing deeply, all proud.

Within those four walls, there was no reason to be ashamed.

I should have known from the beginning, but, all of her actions, her “I love yous”, there is also that letter when she was traveling.

“My dearest Minjeong,

Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with her smile.At least for me. You are the only thing in this world that deserves devotion.

With all my love, Jimin.”

This was before the information spread, before dispatch shared the images and the news. Leaving everyone out about our meetings, no one cared about us anymore.

I was anxiously waiting for a message from her, saying it was a misunderstanding, but no. I woke up to the companies responding and saying they were getting to know each other after the show.

So when she arrived at our dorm, we started a fight after she confessed what happened.

“You are distorting the facts.”

“You’re a coward, and I can’t believe I couldn’t see that sooner.”

“I did all this for you!” She screamed.

At that point, I had one hand on the door handle and the other on the trunk handle.

“You didn’t do a damn thing for me” I replied, my face burning. “She did it for herself. And because she can't bear the idea of not being the most famous woman in the world. You did everything to keep your precious fans, who watch your comebacks just to see you, and to be able to get a three-second peek at your boobs. It was for them you did it.”

“It was because of you, Minjeong. What do you think your family will say if the truth comes out?”

I screamed when she said that, and turned the doorknob.

“You can be sure you’ll lose everything if people find out what you are.” She said.

“What we are” I replied, turning to her. “Don’t think you’re different from me.”

“Yes, I am” she replied. “And you know I did.”

“What the hell.”

“I can fall in love with a man, Minjeong. I can get married if I want, have children and be happy. And we both know that, in your case, the story is different.”

I stared at her, narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. “Do you think you’re better than me? And that? So I’m the one who’s sick, and you’re just messing with me?”

She held me, maybe she reasoned what she had just said. But I just pulled my arm back.

“Don’t ever touch me again.”

“I care about you, Minjeong. More than with myself. I don't know if your career would get back on track — or your life — if Ididn't do something. So I did the only thing I could. And it worked.”

“It didn’t work, Karina. You're dating."

“I’ll figure it out.”

I looked at the floor and laughed at her. “Apparently, you know how to find a way around any situation, right?”

"Yes. Yes I know."

“But when it comes to showing a little humanity, you don't even know where to start.”

"You can not be serious."

“You are a slut, Karina. Let men use you in exchange for fame. And that’s why I’m leaving you.”

Leaving without looking at her, walking to the elevator to go to the garage, she came after me and stood there, paralyzed, next to the car.

I threw the suitcase on the passenger seat. Then I opened the driver's door and turned to her, standing.

“I loved you so much that I thought you were everything to me.” She said, in tears. “I thought people were in the world to find each other, and that the purpose of my life was to find you. And being able to touch your skin, smell your hair, feel your breath, hear your thoughts. But I don’t believe that anymore.” I wiped my eyes. “Because if the right person for me is someone like you, I prefer solitude.”

Her cruel and ignorant words hit my heart, shattering it even more than it already was. My face remained impassive, paralyzed.

“I think we’re actually not good for each other.” He said, getting into the car.

“I don’t think so.” That was all she said.

“Goodbye, Karina.” She said at the last minute. Then she put the car in motion and I navigated the city aimlessly.

Three days passed, then five years passed without talking to Jimin, she didn't call me. She didn't write to me. I knew what she was doing only because of what she said in the newspapers and the gossip that circulated around the city.

Maybe this is the tragic story of how I stopped loving Yoo Jimin, or not.

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