#yesterday in the middle of working on it i got news my friend dropped out the universe did not want me to finish this like actually

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made discoveries while working on this essay for example at some point jamc distortion guitar just sounds like white noise and so my brain actually works better listening to it. number two stimuwrite let’s kiss on the mouth

#shoutout to the many times this essay was delayed because i got interrupted badly #was sick couldn’t do it. then saturday i was gonna do it but then my friend called me for five hours #sunday i deliriously wrote it in between episodes of iasip. then monday i got cramps so bad i had to lie down while writing it and then #yesterday in the middle of working on it i got news my friend dropped out the universe did not want me to finish this like actually

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Once More | Jack Hughes

summary: when Quinn invites you back to the lake house it forces you to reconvene with your ex. What happens when Jack misses you just as much as you miss him?

trope: exes to lovers

request: yes/no

warnings: minimal swearing

word count: 1.98k

authors note: I have been in a Hughes boy mood since yesterday so it only felt right giving another one of the boys some attention. Also in honour of me getting my Hughes jersey today this was only fair. Is it wrong of me to say that I sorta hated this one, like soft Jack is not my strong suit. If you want to check out more of the 500 celly you can do so here!

Being back there you knew it was going to be tough on your heart.

Quinn had invited you to the family lake house for the summer. Everything told you that you should just say no, but when the boy reminded you of the promise you had given him prior to the start of your relationship with Jack you knew you had no choice but to go.

You had started being friends with Quinn during college and everyone thought that the two of you would become an item. It was hard not to think that when he spent every second away from the rink hanging out with you.

When he brought you back to the lake house that summer Ellen and Jim swore the announcement of your relationship would come in the upcoming days. Of course it never did and instead you caught the eye of the middle Hughes boy, Jack instead.

Quinn wasn’t stupid, he saw the way you looked at Jack and how Jack looked at you.

So it was no surprise that by December of your junior year Jack asked you out. At first you were hesitant because of what Quinn might think yet when Quinn’s only condition to the relationship was that you two would always remain friends, you couldn’t help but agree.

That was the start of easily the best three years of your life. The relationship was great, you graduated from Umich and found the job of your dreams in New Jersey so you even got the chance to move in with Jack.

There was no doubt about it, Jack adored you. The goal dedications, the mentions in interviews, the speeding back from the airport so he could see you before you fell asleep, hell even the sweaty hugs after home games when he’d pick you up and swing you around. All of it was there, and from the outside you two truly looked happy.

The argument had gone on for at least ten minutes by now “do you really want me to miss boys night?” Jack groaned as he crossed his arms.

Of course you wanted him to, you missed your boyfriend and it felt like it should have been your night “if you really want to go then go.” You hoped that your comment would knock some sense into him but instead it just went over his head.

He went to grab his shoes as you decided to drop the bombshell of news “I got a job in California,” you announced as you clenched your fists.

It made the hockey player stop in his tracks “I’m gonna take it.” Up until that moment you really didn’t know if you wanted to take the job, not whilst Jack was still at home.

The devils player swore the world stopped when you told him that “what about us?” Was all he could get out as his chest grew heavy.

You wanted to roll your eyes as you ran your fingers through your hair “you aren’t here half of the time so it’s not like you’re going to notice me being gone.” You pointed out as you shrugged reminding him of the fact that he was spending less of his time in the garden state at the apartment than he did before.

However your comment caused him to scoff “you want me to not work anymore?” He shot back as he pursed his lips int a fine line.

Tears began to well in your eyes “I want you to love me, but I don’t think you’re capable of that anymore.” Your voice and your heart broke as you watched him remain silent.

The sound of his phone pulled your attentions away from each other “Nico is downstairs,” Jack sighed as he read the message the captain sent him saying that he had arrived.

Jack reached for his hat “you leave right now Jack and this is the end of us.” You warned having enough of being second place to hockey in Jacks life.

“I’ll see you around y/n.”

That was four months ago and you had been a wreck. Sure the job in California was a good distraction. You made new friends, Trevor and Alex occasionally checked up on you as they’d visit your office hoping you were doing as poorly as Jack was. Sure it was fucked up but their best friend was a mess so part of them believed that they wouldn’t have to feel as bad for him if you were in the same shoes.

Trevor didn’t notice how well you hid it but when Alex showed up to your apartment with a box of pizza and your favourite tub of ice cream you just broke down in front of him.

You would have liked to say that pulling into the driveway of the lake house you were feeling okay, but in reality you were ready to drive away and pretend you missed your flight.

That was no longer an option though when you were caught “y/n!” Quinn called out as he had walked out to grab something from his car.

Your best friend felt his heart grow warm at the sight of you “can’t believe you’re here.” He mumbled as he pulled you into a hug “made a promise.” You sighed knowing that he was the only thing keeping you there.

It seemed that Quinn didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were when he grabbed your bag from the trunk “the boys are going to be so excited to see you.” Your timing was in your opinion terrible as the boys were all sat on the couch playing an intense game of Mario Kart.

Cole seemed to be winning as Alex threw a pillow in his direction to distract him “don’t tell me you’ve lost your touch Turcotte.” You smiled as the eldest of boys avoided the pillow.

Dating Jack often meant you were used a wall whenever the boys were being stupid, the amount of water balloons you had been hit by were countless.

Three of the four boys seemed excited to see you as they paused the game to come hug you. But Jack remained glued to the couch, mainly because he didn’t think he’d ever see you again. Each time he played in LA he’d call his brother begging for your address because Jack was desperate to see you.

Ever since he walked out of the apartment he regretted that decision, Jack wanted you in his life, more often than not he needed you in it.

An awkward smile was on your face as you locked eyes with him “hey,” your voice was soft when everyone looked between you two.

If you were told that Jack looked as drained as you felt you would have sworn that people were lying to you. But low and behold the dark circles that seemed etched onto his face reminded you of how he was during his rookie season. Sleep deprived and broken making you feel guilty about leaving him.

Yes it was the best thing for your relationship that seemingly lost its spark. Yet it hurt because you still loved Jack just as much as you did when you believed you were crazy about him.

Quinn didn’t let your eyes linger on his brother for long “I’ll show you where you can sleep.” He offered as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

It reminded you of the fact that this was your first time at the brothers lake house that you wouldn’t be sharing a room with Jack “okay,” you nodded as you forced a smile onto your lips.

The next few hours were awkward, even the way the setting sun painted the skys a range of oranges to pinks couldn’t shake your thoughts of disappointment. You never expected to be best friends with Jack after you broke up but what you didn’t think was that it would be so awkward between you two “just go talk to her!” Quinn groaned as he noticed Jack stood by the sliding glass door as he stared at you.

You were sat on the swinging bench that you built with Jim one weekend as you were desperate to have one and he had the tool knowledge “what do I even say to her?” Jack had gone through all the different scenarios in his head and each time he got to you nothing came out of his mouth.

The Canucks player sighed “maybe start with giving her a refill,” he proposed as he noticed that the glass bottle beside you was empty.

When Jack didn’t move Quinn knew he had to say something more “all she wanted was to know that you love her.” The older Hughes boy explained as you had let the reason why you were so hurt slip one night to Quinn.

That message seemed to knock some sense into Jack as he nodded “thanks bro,” he mumbled as he pulled his brother into a hug.

Quinn wanted to laugh at his brothers gesture “just no breaking her heart for a second time.” The Canucks player warned as he pointed his finger at the devils player who nodded.

As much as Quinn wanted to be nosy and watch the interaction he instead decided to leave in fear of you kissing the middle Hughes “can I sit here?” Jack asked as he held out one of the drinks in his hand to you.

It should have taken you longer but you were quick to nod “sure,” you shifted over to the side so he could sit with you.

This was the first time that Jack got to look at you properly, your hair had grown and you seemed to pick up a tan in California “how have you been?” You opened the top of the bottle before you took a sip from it.

It made Jacks heart break “I love you,” he blurted out taking you by surprise.

Not often did he leave you speechless but this was a time he needed you to remain quiet “I miss the sound of you singing along to your playlists when I come home from practice. Even how I find your hair in the weirdest places!” That comment made you laugh “but fuck I miss you so much that I don’t want to be home anymore.” Tears formed in his eyes as he scanned your face for any type of reaction.

You wanted to jump into his arms, truly you did “I can’t move back yet,” you confessed as you had another year on your contract before you could transfer.

Jacks hand reached out for yours “I know baby,” his thumb rubbed against your skin as he smiled enjoying the feeling of your skin on his.

The reservations still remained in your head “I’m fine being second to hockey but I can’t be third to your friends again.” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you tried not to cry.

The devils player used his other hand to cup your cheek forcing you to look at him “the moment you aren’t number one in my life I’ll let Luke hit me.” Another laugh left your lips as Luke was always stronger than his brother, especially over recent years.

Now seemed like the right time to just throw caution to the wind for you “I love you too,” you smiled when the boy wrapped his arms around you pulling you onto his lap.

Jack continue to place kisses against your face causing you to throw your head back with giggles “Jacky!” You squealed finally getting a moment to breathe.

“You’re my world baby, and I won’t let you forget it.”

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Thank Me Later

This is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by Anon. I hope you will all like it, I had fun writing this one. I'm trying to work through my requests as quickly as I can.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: (Y/n) starts to feel unwell on shift and tries to sleep it off, but things go from bad to worse when she interrupts a thief at the station. Then becomes a hostage.

Enjoy.

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"What have we got today?" Evan leaned his arms onto the kitchen counter and arched his back out as he crossed one leg over the other. His head tilted to one side and he grinned as he watched Bobby take a large square dish out of the oven.

They were actually on time for tea today which was a miracle around the station. The bell hadn't sounded and dragged them off to a call out right in the middle of their meal or when they were just about to sit down and eat. Everyone could eat properly today, it had been a calmer day than they were used to.

"Pasta bake," Bobby looked up from the large serving bowl and smiled widely when he could see Evan's eyes widen happily.

"Do you want a drink?" (Y/n) looked up at Eddie as the pair of them headed up the stairs and turned to the left towards the kitchen. She knew he was keeping a slow pace to walk at her speed which had suddenly taken a very drastic decline, but he didn't say anything.

She could feel Eddie's hand hover over her lower back as he nodded and let her move in front of him towards the fridge while he went to sit down.

(Y/n) tried to calm her breaths but she bit down on her lip when her fingers curled around a glass and she realised her hand was shaking. All day yesterday she hadn't felt great but being on shift today only made her feel worse. They had been on a big callout to a car accident this morning and it had somehow snatched all of (Y/n)'s energy and left her feeling burnt out and dead on her feet.

Deep down, she knew she was probably coming down with something. She was hungry but the smell and the thought of food made her uneasy and her head was pounding like she was being hit with a hammer. But she didn't want to go off sick. (Y/n) couldn't leave the station in bother when they had three people off this week and someone had been snatched for another station that was low on regulars.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she poured two glasses of juice and dug her nails into the glass so harshly her fingers began to throb and ache. She couldn't risk dropping the glasses.

It was a relief when she shuffled over to the table and was able to put a glass down in front of herself and Eddie. She let herself flop down into her seat and took a second to tilt her head back and close her eyes, relishing in the way her muscles stopped aching and weighed down when she sat and relaxed.

"Are you alright?"

A shiver bolted down (Y/n)'s spine and her eyes snapped open when she felt Eddie's lips hover over the shell of her ear as he leaned close enough that his chest bumped her shoulder. And when his hand gave her knee a squeeze, (Y/n) almost melted into a puddle in her chair.

Why did Eddie have to have such an effect on her?

They were friends. Good friends. Close friends. He meant everything to her but the closer Eddie got to her, the more (Y/n) started to panic. She didn't want to feel this way about someone she worked with. What if Eddie didn't feel this connection as deeply as she did? (Y/n) couldn't handle that kind of rejection and then go and see Eddie every day and work so close to his side that they almost felt like a married couple.

How could she watch his back when all she wanted to do was reel him close and kiss him? She couldn't look out for him when her mind was too focused on what he looked like out of the uniform.

(Y/n) realised she hadn't answered and quickly nodded her head despite the pain it caused to bolt down the back of her neck and how her eyes rolled and lost focus from the slight movement.

"Thanks," She whispered quietly when Hen held a plate of pasta out to her since she was the one dishing up the food today.

The steam coming from her plate made her nose crinkle and her head started to swim from the heat. She already felt like she was trapped in an oven and had to switch her button up shirt for a plain cotton shirt with no sleeves to let her body breathe and cool back down.

Two bites of pasta had (Y/n) pressing the back of her hand against her mouth as she willed herself not to throw up at the dinner table.

Her head tilted down and she took a few deep breaths, trying to keep her food down as she set down her fork and grabbed her glass instead. Maybe skipping lunch would be a good idea to let her body settle. She could try and eat better when they had tea later on in the shift.

Eddie cleared half his plate before he tilted his head down to the right and realised (Y/n) hadn't eaten more than three forkfuls. His brows furrowed and he put down his fork so he could slide his hand beneath the table and give her knee another squeeze to grab her attention. He could see she wasn't paying attention to the conversation floating around the table and frankly, neither was he.

His full attention was landing on (Y/n) now.

She had wobbled when they got out the truck earlier and he had to grab her before she fell down to her knees. He knew she hadn't eaten breakfast this morning and she had almost lost her footing again on the stairs a while ago. She was having dizzy spells and that was beginning to concern Eddie.

"What's wrong?"

Turning in his seat, Eddie moved so his body was facing (Y/n) and he stretched his right arm behind her and gripped the back of her chair. While his left hand propped his chin up and he tilted his head at an angle to look at her. No one else was paying them much attention so it didn't matter if he turned his back on the rest of the table to give (Y/n) his full attention.

"Eddie…"

Her head was splitting like someone was banging a drum so harshly that her head was ripping open at the seams. The thudding of her heartbeat pulsed beneath her skin and pounded through her head so badly that she couldn't even see anymore. All she could make out were the black and white sparkles blinking in front of her eyes.

"Hm?" He pursed his lips and dared to move his hand from her chair to rest on her back but his pupils blew wide when he felt her body loosen and watched her head drop forward.

As quick as anything, Eddie lurched his left hand forward and cupped his palm against (Y/n)'s temple to stop her face from landing in her dinner. He held up her head and slid his right arm down her back to wrap around her waist.

"Shit!"

Eddie scraped his chair back and gave it a swift kick so it was out of his way so he could crouch down beside (Y/n). He tilted her head back and cupped the back of her neck so her head didn't flop backwards and hurt her neck. And his other hand pressed against her neck just below her chin to feel her pulse which was running high.

His thumb brushed through her hair against her neck and he shifted his other hand higher to cup her cheek. He tilted her head down towards him and leaned up to check her pupils when her eyes slowly started to flicker open.

"(Y/n), are you with me?" Eddie could feel Hen hovering at his side, waiting to be given the order to go and get one of the medic bags so they could properly assess (Y/n).

She had only blacked out for a few seconds but it was enough to panic all of them. Especially Eddie.

(Y/n) let her head flop forward until her chin was pressed down into her chest but she managed to raise her hand enough to curl her fingers around Eddie's wrist and hum quietly. Her head kept pounding and the blood seemed to fizle and pop in her ears, but she could start to see again now without spots and dots flickering in front of her eyes. And she could hear Eddie's serenading voice in her ears.

She didn't realise how close he was until his thumb lifted her eyelid to check her pupil and she came face to face with his melted chocolate eyes.

Her heart did another leap in her chest when Eddie pressed the back of his hand against her temple. And (Y/n) let her head tip forward so she could brush her nose against his wrist while her fingers stayed curled around his other wrist.

"You're burning up."

"Alright, I think your shift is over." Bobby leaned his hips back against the table and folded his arms over his chest. His expression stayed stoic yet firm when (Y/n) groaned and tried to look up at him.

Her shift was almost over but she had another two and a half hours left, the same as Eddie. She couldn't leave now, especially not if they got another call out.

Shivers bolted up and down (Y/n)'s stomach and fireworks flickered in her fingertips when Eddie cupped her chin and tilted her head up. He stayed crouching in front of her and stayed silent, watching to see if she could hold her head up and if she was properly conscious.

His hand dropped from her face and (Y/n) suddenly felt cold and deflated until she felt where his hands moved to. One hand curled around her upper thigh and started to squeeze reassuringly while his other hand held her wrist and counted her pulse.

"You don't look good," Evan commented quietly, taking a swig of his drink as he leaned over the table to look at her. She looked sick. Sweating, unfocused vision, trembling and barely lucid. She wasn't well.

"Pulse is evening back out but I don't trust you to drive home." Eddie looked down at his watch before he looked back up between Bobby and (Y/n). "If you hang on I'll take you home when I finish." There was no way anyone was going to let (Y/n) drive home, not when she was burning a fever and she looked about ready to collapse again. She could have another blackout and that would be a disaster waiting to happen.

If she stayed here and tried to rest, Eddie would happily take her home when their shifts ended which wouldn't be long anyway.

He was relieved when (Y/n) nodded. She wanted to stay at the station and finish her shift. She wanted to be around Eddie. He made her feel better and right now, with his hand digging into her thigh, (Y/n) was fighting the urge to squirm and jump down into his lap.

"I'm okay," Her eyes flitted around to everyone but Eddie, trying to tell them that they could sit down and eat their dinner again. She didn't want to cause any more distraction and stop everyone from finishing their meal if the alarm sounded. Not that it bothered Evan who was practically finished now. She wanted them all to go back to their seats; everyone but Eddie.

Her hands moved to hold Eddie's biceps when he stood up and gripped her elbows, helping her up even though she didn't know what he was doing or where he was trying to take her.

His arm swooped around her waist and his hand pressed against her back between her hips and he guided her towards the stairs.

"Your shift hasn't ended yet," She whispered quietly, wiping her arm against her temple that was still flushed.

"I know, but if you're waiting for me to take you home then I need you to rest. Go sleep in the bunker until our shift finishes." The last thing Eddie wanted was for (Y/n) to bustle about the station trying to help out and overdo things. She was burning up a fever and she didn't look well. Eddie wanted her to try and take it easy and rest until he could take her home.

And if he was being honest with himself, he wasn't sure he would actually be taking (Y/n) home today. He might bring her back home with him so he could make sure she was alright. The last thing (Y/n) needed was to be ill and alone at home when she could stay with Eddie and Chris. It would stop Eddie from fretting about her.

A jolt ran down (Y/n)'s spine and her hand lurched around Eddie's bicep when the alarm bell sounded just as they reached the bottom of the stairs. She could feel Eddie's fingers digging into her back and his other hand grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Come on," He mumbled quietly as he guided (Y/n) down the corridor towards the bunker room. He wanted to make sure she actually laid down before he had to go out on this call. He knew what (Y/n) was like and if they went out on a call, she would end up cleaning and tidying and overdoing things.

(Y/n) could feel her mind starting to shut down the moment she flopped onto one of the cot beds. Her knees coiled up to her stomach and she wound one arm to her waist but in a moment of courage, (Y/n) curled her hand around Eddie's and brushed his hand against her cheek.

"I won't be long. Try and get some sleep, love."

Fireworks ignited throughout (Y/n)'s temple and down to her stomach that pumped with adrenaline when she felt Eddie's lips press against her temple. He had never done that before. Maybe he was doing it because she wasn't feeling well and he wanted to calm her down and reassure her.

But (Y/n) hoped the reason was because he secretly felt the same way she did.

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(Y/n) could feel a storm rolling in behind her eyes and spreading all throughout her head when she groggily opened her eyes and tried to sit up. Her body swayed back and forth when she moved into an upright position on the small cot bed.

Her head lolled back and her eyes moved from left to right until they managed to regain focus again. A groan tumbled past her lips as her hands moved to slam down on the bed to prop herself up but her elbows were shaking and shivers rushed throughout her body.

When the drowsy feeling finally started to dissipate, (Y/n) flopped her head forward and tried to take deep breaths to clear the spots in front of her eyes.

Her hand moved to swipe against her forehead and she grimaced and cringed silently. Her body was flushed and covered in sweat.

Her fever was getting out of control.

It didn't feel like she had been asleep for long, but she couldn't be sure. She felt like she had only managed a ten-minute power nap but her churning stomach and throbbing head told her otherwise. Maybe she needed to go get a drink and wait out front for the team to come back. Once Eddie was back, he would be taking her home because he was right, (Y/n) was in no fit state to drive herself anywhere.

"Fuck," Her knees jerked back and forth when she stood up and her body dithered, deciding whether she could stand on her own two feet or if her weight was suddenly too much to handle.

Her balance felt off. It felt like her centre of gravity had shifted to the left and (Y/n) found her head and shoulders tilting to the left which made her body stumble in that direction when she aimed for the door.

This wasn't good. Eddie was right, she was coming down with something.

The station felt odd and uneasy when there weren't many people milling about the place. She had been left at the station by herself a few times for various reasons, but when she felt ill, the station suddenly felt gloomy and unsafe.

As she wandered down the hall, (Y/n) reached her hand out and trailed her palm across the wall to steady and support herself so she didn't end up taking a tumble down to the floor. Her body aimed to turn left but she stopped walking and looked across to the right when a sound caught her attention.

The only room down that small corridor was Bobby's office. Her feet fumbled beneath her when she darted a glance ahead of her. The fire trucks and the ambulance were gone. The team hadn't come back yet and Bobby wouldn't hang back at the station if the team went out on a call.

So who was in his office?

(Y/n) let her shoulder slump against the wall as she dithered down the corridor. Her heart started to beat faster in her chest when she noticed Bobby's office door was slightly ajar.

She couldn't recall whether Bobby locked the office when he wasn't here or not. It wasn't like the station was ever empty. Someone was always here, they were open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There would always be people on shift and no one needed to go ransacking his office for anything. He had nothing of value hidden in there and no one who worked here would need to snatch anything from the office.

"What are you doing?" Her voice came out rather authoritative and her arms moved to cross over her chest.

She stood in the doorway of the office, frowning across at someone she didn't recognise. (Y/n) had worked at the station for over a year now, she knew everyone who worked here and she knew a few people from the other stations too. She didn't recognise the man in front of her which meant he didn't work here.

Begging the question, what was he doing in Bobby's office? What was he looking for?

(Y/n) realised a second too late that she had walked in on a very, very bad situation.

The man in question was wearing all black; trousers, boots, hoodie and gloves. The only thing he was missing was a mask. The drawers in Bobby's desk were all pulled out and ruffled through, papers were spilling over the edges, pens and stationary littered the floor and almost everything had been pushed off the desk onto the floor.

The cupboards behind the desk were currently being rooted through and by the stranger's foot, there was a duffle bag that was currently empty. He was trying to raid the station.

"Don't make this harder for both of us. Where's the valuables?"

Despite the panic rattling through her chest, the pain bolting across her temple and the unease clouding round her like a fog, (Y/n) managed something similar to a smile. Did he mistake the station for a bank or a posh mansion? What kind of valuables did he think they kept round here? This was a fire house, a place for emergencies. They sent out medical equipment and had ladders and jaws and electrical devices to help get people out of all sorts of situations and fires and people in medical distress.

They weren't a jewellery shop, stashing diamonds and necklaces in safes locked away in the office. They didn't keep money around the station either. Their wages were paid electronically and they had a bank card for any food or equipment they needed to buy; no cash was left on the premises, except for staff wallets in their lockers.

"This is a fire station, we don't have any valuables you can take. You need to leave." (Y/n) began to tap her fingers against her arm and her teeth ground together. She was ill, she wasn't in the mood to argue with a very bad thief. She would give him a head start and let him leave before she called Athena to report this.

"I'm not leaving until I have something of value with me."

"Then I'll call the police."

(Y/n) wasn't playing games, she knew she looked the picture of death right now and she was in no mood to negotiate or help him loot the station.

Her mind was already trying to fathom where she last had her phone while she took two steps back into the corridor and turned around. She wasn't standing around to watch, she would find her phone and call the police and try to contact Bobby to see if they were on their way back yet.

"I don't think so." That voice sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine and her feet started to flop and curl in a hurried attempt to start running. She needed a phone, she didn't want to get attacked.

A scream fell past (Y/n)'s lips and her hands moved to cup over her ears when a gunshot rang out through the air. Her body jolted to the left and slammed into the wall, the shock making her knees buckle until she slumped down onto her knees on the floor.

He had a gun.

Where did he get that from? She didn't see it on the desk or in his hand when she looked him up and down. He must have hidden it in his jeans or in the duffle bag by his feet. This changed things. (Y/n) couldn't try snd outrun him when she wasn't in the best state and he seemed willing to shoot her down. She was going to have to comply.

Her eyes snapped closed and her hands let go of her ears to hold out in front of her when she felt a rough hand tangle in her hair and wrench her head backwards. Her neck cricked with pain and her features scrunched up into a wince as she swallowed down a cry.

She braced her hands on the wall to help herself stand up when he all but dragged her to her feet by her hair. But when (Y/n) felt the barrell of the gun press down into her back between her hips, her body turned to jelly and she wobble don the spot.

"Now, you're going to show me where all the good stuff is that I can flog, and I might not shoot you at the end of this. Okay?"

"Hm." (Y/n) did her best to nod her head in agreement but when he harshly shook her head back and forth, bile rose in the back of her throat and she wavered on the spot.

"Well?"

"I-inventory… you can take t-the equipment, hacksaw, medical stock, it'll sell quick." (Y/n) opened her eyes but she could barely get her vision to focus down the hall.

He could take anything from the stock room. They had spare axes, hoses, jaws for car crashes. And any of their medical equipment would sell on the black market and to dodgy clinics all around LA. Everything they had in inventory would sell somewhere and get a good price. It might not be as good as stealing cash or jewellery or selling documents, but it was as good as he was going to get from the station.

"Let's go."

He ragged (Y/n)'s head back until she was almost touching his shoulder, then he suddenly gave her a rough shove forward and had her tripping over her feet. (Y/n) bound one arm around her chest and trailed her left hand along the wall to steady herself and to try and stay upright when her head was turning to mush and her body was ready to drop.

Why couldn't the team have come back already? He wouldn't be much of a match for any of the guys here. Evan and Eddie could of tackled him easily before he produced the gun and they could of outnumbered him.

(Y/n)'s feet stumbled beneath her and she stopped walking when they moved towards the main floor of the station.

The ambulance was parked up. The truck was reversing back in its usual spot. The team were back.

This was not going to go down very well.

His hand left her hair and moved to scrunch up the back of her shirt so he had a good grip in case she tried to move away from him. The gun moved higher until it was pressed between her shoulders and he stood tall behind her, keeping his chest touching her back so she knew he was in charge of this situation.

"Quick." He hissed in her ear and (Y/n) shakily pointed towards the right near the lockers. Behind the gym was the inventory and stock room. They weren't going to get over there without someone seeing them, surely he had to know that.

"(Y/n), hey are you feeling any better?"

Shivers bolted up and down (Y/n)'s spine and she could feel tears creeping up in the corners of her eyes.

Eddie's voice made her stomach melt like snow and sent her heart jumping up into her throat until she couldn't breathe. When she looked over her left shoulder towards him, a single tear traced down her face. He was stood behind the truck with his hands on his hips, no florescent jacket on which exposed his bulging arms to her sight. His hair was askew in all directions and traces of mud and dirt coated his face.

His shoulders straightened out and he quirked a soft smile, showing his teeth and creasing his eyes that made (Y/n) feel like her heart had left her chest and gone straight into his hands.

His smile started to fade when she didn't answer him. Eddie tried to catch back his breath but his upper lip curled in distaste when he watched (Y/n) just stare at him like she suddenly didn't know how to speak. He could see she was trembling and even from this distance, he could tell her breathing was rapid and uneven.

"She's fine."

Eddie tilted his chin up as his jaw loosened so he could run his tongue over his lips. He narrowed his eyes while his hands tightened around his hips. Who the Hell was that stood behind her? Eddie didn't recognise him, he wasn't wearing any sort of uniform for the station or police or any other job.

"I wasn't asking you. (Y/n)… is everything okay?" He wouldn't move until he heard from (Y/n) that she was okay and there wasn't a problem here because she didn't look well or comfortable. And Eddie wouldn't have that.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together to stop herself from saying anything but her chest shuddered when she felt the gun press harsher into her upper back and the man tried to pull her to keep moving. Before she could think better of it, (Y/n) started to shake her head. She grounded her feet to the spot and pulled back when the man tried to drag her away.

Her head violently shook from side to side and more tears flooded down her face, making a fire spark within Eddie's chest.

"Eddie…"

"Let go of her."

With his hands clenched into fists at his sides, Eddie started to walk forward. He didn't know what was going on here but he didn't like it at all. (Y/n) was crying and she looked worried and there was a stranger stood behind her like he was threatening her.

"Alright, let's try this again."

Eddie stopped short and stumbled onto his back foot when a gun was suddenly pressed against (Y/n)'s temple.

(Y/n) bit down on her lip harsh enough to draw blood when his hand fisted in her hair again and tilted her head back near his. Her shoulders bumped into his chest and she coiled her arms up towards her chest, scratching her nails into her neck to try and calm herself down when the barrell of the gun moved to the right side of her head.

"Cap." Eddie tilted his head to the side and took a quick glance over his shoulder before he looked back at (Y/n). He held his hands out in front of him to show he wasn't about to lunge forward or get a phone and start calling the police. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardise (Y/n)'s safety. Never.

He could feel Bobby standing behind him and soon enough the rest of the team was crowding around, all stood in a line, their unease mingling together and radiating out around the station.

What were they supposed to do? How could they help (Y/n) when she was now a hostage?

What could Eddie do?

"Okay, everybody stay where they are. We're not going to do anything unless you say so. What do you want?" Bobby took two steps forward so he was in front of his team. He was the captain, he was the one who was in charge of the station and responsible for the team. He wouldn't let anyone get hurt if he could help it and he would try and negotiate and do whatever he was asked to keep his team safe.

"Everybody over there. Now."

When he pointed towards the locker room, Bobby nodded and moved his hands out to usher the team in that direction.

Chimney and Hen moved first, being the closest to the locker room. Evan followed behind and kept moving when Bobby patted his shoulder and nudged him to follow. Bobby turned towards Eddie and rested a hand on his shoulder but Eddie shook him off.

He wasn't going to go and sit in there and risk this man walk off with (Y/n). One look at her and anyone could see she was sick. She was flushed, sweating, shaking and could barely keep her eyes focused. She needed to see a doctor and get away from this stressful situation. Eddie wasn't leaving her.

"Eddie, come on-"

"Let (Y/n) come with us. We're complying, let her stay with us and you can take what you want." Eddie waved his hand out in (Y/n)'s direction, trying to get her to safety with them. None of them were going to tackle him or overpower him when he had a gun on them. Having (Y/n) in the locker room with them would make it better for this guy. He could go and take whatever he wanted without having to drag her along with him.

"She's my security, she stays with me."

(Y/n) closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath but it didn't relieve the lightheaded feeling swamping through her temple.

"Look at her, she's gonna collapse. Take one of us instead, she won't be much security when she drops."

The way Eddie raised his brows and jutted out his jaw made (Y/n) shiver and she tilted her head back when she realised what he was hinting at. Her lips pressed together tightly and she held her breath for as long as she could until her head weighed down and her body started to shudder.

It wasn't hard to let her muscles go limp and when the man's hand tightened in her hair and became the only thing holding her up, (Y/n)'s vision went black. She could barely register the noises around her and she didn't feel the way her body thumped against the ground when he let her drop down.

Eddie stomped his foot and growled when Bobby grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from lunging forward to grab (Y/n) before she hit the floor.

"You, come with me. You, take her in there."

That was all Eddie needed to hear. He kept his eyes focused on (Y/n) instead of the gun that was pointing at him in case he made any sudden movements. He bashed his knees down into the floor and gently cradled the back of (Y/n)'s neck so he could pull her head up and rest her cheek against his shoulder. His hand moved round to her back and his other arm slid beneath her knees.

"I got you, I got you." He muttered quietly against her temple when he stood up and headed towards the locker room.

As soon as he was inside, Eddie went down on his knees again and gently eased (Y/n) down on the floor. He shifted her round so her back was slumped up against his chest and he curved his arm around her waist while his other hand moved to cup her jaw.

Hen slumped down next to Eddie while Chimney and Evan sat on the bench, all of them grimacing when Bobby locked the door and gave them a pointed look before he followed the gun man down the corridor towards the inventory room.

"(Y/n)… look at me," Eddie brushed his thumb against her jaw and gently moved her head to try and bring her back around. She had tried to make herself collapse and had blacked out in the process. "She's burning up, she might have an infection."

"Pulse is very fast, I'd take a guess that her BP is too high as well. We have to get her to the hospital." Hen held (Y/n)'s wrist in her hand and counted her pulse which was way too high. She was at risk of going into cardiac arrest or having breathing problems if this continued. She she still wasn't lucid yet, her eyes were fluttering about but the only movement she had was her body trembling in Eddie's arms.

"Then we get out of here, now."

Pushing forward, Eddie carefully eased (Y/n) forward until her head was on Hen's shoulder so he could get up. He looked at Evan and pointed at the fire extinguisher, that was their only weapon of defence and their attacker couldn't do anything if they blasted him with a concentrated amount of CO2 from the extinguisher.

Eddie pressed his forehead against the window and took a look around, making sure Bobby and the man weren't coming back yet before he pulled back. He closed his eyes, leaned his chest back and rammed his elbow into the window with as much force as he could manage.

The glass splintered around his joint, imbedding in his skin and trickling blood down his arm towards his fingers, but the adrenaline coursing through his body countered the pain and panic he was feeling. Eddie reached his hand through the broken glass and unlocked the door before he turned back around and leaned down.

"Everybody in the ambulance. Go." He waved an arm at them to make them move before he looked down at (Y/n). "Up we go, sweetheart."

Eddie grabbed (Y/n)'s right arm and curled it around the back of his neck before his right arm clamped down around her bum, hoping she would excuse the touch before he hoisted her up. He straightened up and slumped (Y/n) over his right shoulder, feeling her forehead press into his back and he heard her groan something incoherent as he juggled her a bit higher up so she was secure.

His chest tightened when he realised he had a great view of her arse right next to him. His arm bound around the back of her thighs and he turned around and made a break out of the locker room.

Hen and Chimney sped towards the ambulance and Eddie cringed when Evan turned on the extinguisher, trying his best to aim for the gun man and not Bobby. The last thing he wanted was to incapacitate their captain too.

Bobby seemed mostly unaffected and braced himself before he slammed his forearm out into the man's throat, smacking him straight in the windpipe which immobilised him. He fell down to his knees in time for Bobby to grapple the gun out of his hand, urging them all to move.

"Go!" Evan pressed his hand to Eddie's shoulder and smashed his other fist down on the side of the ambulance when Eddie was in the back with Chimney and Hen was in the driver's seat. Evan closed the door, closing them inside before he took a step back so he was out the way. He would stay behind with Bobby and wait for the police and to be safe in case another call out came through the tanoid.

A weak groan tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips when she felt herself being slumped over from Eddie's shoulder and down onto the gurney. Her arm bound around her chest as she began to cough and wheeze, trying to slow down her breathing because her pulse was throbbing in her ears.

Her head twisted from side to side when she felt one of them trying to press an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.

"Sweetheart it's to help you, come on let me help you, please?" Eddie leaned over the gurney and braced his shoulder on the wall when Hen took a sharp right turn that had them jolting back and forth.

He brushed his thumb against (Y/n)'s jaw before he placed the oxygen mask back over her nose, relieved when she stopped fidgeting and trying to push him away. It was to keep her system going and make sure she was alright, he wasn't trying to hurt her or do this to be cruel.

(Y/n) flopped her arm out when she managed to focus her eyes enough to see Chimney holding a blood pressure cuff. But she moved her free hand out and grabbed Eddie's hand that was hovering near her neck. She caught his attention and he leaned down closer when she tugged on his hand and brought it down to her chest.

"What, sweetheart?"

He refrained from rolling his eyes when (Y/n) scratched the mask down until it flopped on her chest and she could look up at him. Her lips quirked into a dazed, tight smile but it was enough to make Eddie's heart flutter.

"Thank you," (Y/n) pulled on his arm again until she could flop her head forward and kiss his exposed arm.

She barely heard Chimney mutter something about her blood pressure being high. She guessed he was going to find her some blood thinners when he turned his back to them and rummaged around in the drawers for something. His lack of attention gave Eddie enough time to lean down and press his lips against (Y/n)'s burning temple which made her heart flutter and her fingers tightened around his arm.

She almost saw stars in front of her eyes again when she felt Eddie's fingers fluttering up and down her chest before his lips moved down to hover over her ear. She could feel each panting breath against the shell of her ear that he kissed softly.

"Let me look after you now, then I'll think of a way you can thank me later."

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #imagine #911 imagine #bobby nash #evan buckley

[lilac-hecox]

i don’t have a specific request but something with spommy or kimney? congrats btw!

Spencer/Tommy - Spommy - Staff Meeting

*This is inspired by the reading Youtube Comments Sm*sh P*t Theater and the Smoshoffice series and is meant to be silly and wacky

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“So, just a reminder that we’re all co-workers here and we want to be professional with each other, and while Smosh doesn’t disallow relationships between employees this is still a workplace,” Nate says, fidgeting a little at the whiteboard in front of the conference room. “Questions?” Spencer raises his hand. Nate eyes Spencer warily, but nods. “Spencer?”

“So, how come Anthony can call Ian submissive and breedable but I have to get a warning when I ask Tommy about his penis?”

Tommy, who is across the room, drops his face into his hands. Anthony and Ian are seated next to each other at the head of the table. Anthony immediately turns red and Ian chokes on his cup of coffee, sputtering a little. Courtney is quick to hand Ian a napkin.

“Um,” Nate says, “I guess we shouldn’t really be calling each other submissive and breedable either?”

“That was a joke,” Anthony stresses, his face going a darker pink.

“Yeah right…” Chanse mumbles from the opposite corner of Spencer.

Angela offers her hand for a high five as she lets out a stream of giggles. Chanse gives her a pointed look and shakes his head, and he quickly takes her wrist and lowers her hand for her.

“I want to be clear that Spencer and I don’t really talk about my penis all that much,” Tommy says.

Spencer looks wounded, “I was just worried about you!”

“Anthony and I are just friends,” Ian says, “I want to stress that too.”

Amanda rolls her eyes, “Anyone who thinks Ian and Anthony are really just friends raise your hand.”

Spencer glances around to see not one person in the meeting has raised their hands except Ian and Anthony themselves.

“Well fuck,” Ian says.

“You two were cuddling in the bean bag chair in your shared office,” Shayne points out.

“We got tired from writing the new sketch!” Anthony says defensively.

“You called him hot yesterday,” Damien adds.

“I’m hyping up my best friend!” Anthony insists.

Ian’s face is red.

“Angela said she knows what Damien sounds like when he has sex!” Anthony retorts.

“That was one time!” Angela snaps.

Damien groans.

Nate is quickly losing the room and stands nervously in front of the lot of them.

“Guys, bring it back in- “

“Courtney said the other day that Garrett is ‘kinda daddy’!” Ararsha says.

Courtney’s eyes widen, “Arasha!”

“Sorry, I got caught up in the moment.”

“Yeah, well you said you would take Amanda to O-Town!” Courtney says in return.

“Oh,” Amanda says the same time Arasha huffs.

“Guys!” Nate says.

Spencer stands and he can hear Tommy groan.

“I’m in love with Tommy!”

Zoe bursts into the conference room and flicks the lights on and off suddenly, gaining the room’s attention.

“This is an office and not middle school so sit down and let Nate finish, please.”

The cast takes their seats and Spencer feels his face get hot. He doesn’t dare to look over at Tommy, his confession hanging heavy in the air of the room.

The meeting ends with Nate scheduling everyone for a mandatory workplace conduct training. Afterwards, Spencer is at his desk, pretending to work while silently freaking out.

“Hey, um, Spence, you busy?” Tommy asks, drawing Spencer’s attention from his computer screen.

Spencer wants to say yes, but he blinks and then shakes his head.

“Not really, what’s, um, what’s up?”

Tommy moves and sits on the small couch that is in the game’s office hub. Spencer rolls over closer to Tommy, scared of what the other man might say after Spencer confessed to his feelings during their morning conference meeting.

“So, this morning…was that, uh, a joke or do you really feel something towards me?”

Spencer feels his face getting pink and hot.

“I, um, like you a lot and I get if that’s weird for you and you hate me now or- “

“As if I could hate you,” Tommy says, fondly, a smile on his face.

“You don’t?”

“I think you’re an idiot, but like, in a puppy kind of way, you know?”

“Don’t you hate dogs?” Spencer says.

“Dogs but not puppies.”

“So, there’s a chance here?” Spencer asks, a smile on his face.

“Yes, but no more asking about my penis in public,” Tommy says.

“Deal,” Spencer says, “but does that mean I can ask about it in private?”

Tommy laughs, “I mean, I hope so.”

#spommy #ianthony #damangela #polysmosh #smoshships #300 follower milestone #my writing #my fics #my fic #fic requests #follower prompts #this idea was kicking around so i decided to just write it

[thatbanditqueen]

A Basic Training Snippet

Life has been very cruel and gotten between me and my favorite pastime... writing delusional scenarios in which I, I mean my original characters, dated Elvis Presley. So I thought for fun I would just share a very short snippet from the chapter of Basic Training I am working on, in which Elvis invites Bess to spend the weekend with him in Waco at the house of his friend, DJ and TV host Eddie Fadal.

This is very rough, I am not sure if it sounds like Elvis, I need to go back through it once I finish the chapter. I haven't even had anyone alpha this. However, I had at one point told @be-my-ally I would participate in the writing prompt "weather" and post Sunday (yesterday) and so this is my very pathetic attempt to just post something that at least mentions weather in passing...

If you want to read or catch up on this WIP you can find it here

“Well, you know I’m mainly a legs and ass man, through and through, but boy oh boy, Bessie is stacked. I tell ya what. Fa sho. I don’t know how it's possible, but they’re even bigger when you got ‘em in ya hands. Why you nodding Lamar, you ain’t ever gotten to second base, quit lyin.”

The rain had stopped by the time Bess opened her eyes again to find the bed empty, though she could still hear the drip drop of water through the hole. There it was, like an inverted nipple in the middle of the new glossy pink wall, a perfect round sphere with layers of drywall caved in around the edges where the firework had shot through. The smell of cigarettes wafted in from outside, along with a set of men's voices.  Bess was about to call to them when she heard Elvis say the word “Anita.”

There was laughter, then the sound of slaps and skids along concrete, as if a scuffle had broken out, followed by more laughter.

“Shit, but you’re wrong, Rex, cuz there are really only two types of girls. See, with ‘Nita, she is a good girl, but she puts it all on the table. If I’m happy, she’s happy, that’s all she wants. She let's it all hang out. All I gotta do is look at her and smile and she’s gonesville. But then, then there are the ones who keep it all tied up. You know, you saw it Lamar, when I come down here, Anita was ballin her damn eyes out. Now Bess, Bess’d never let you see her cry. Not if she can halp it. She plays it cool. But when you touch her you can feel her vibrating underneath that ice, jus enough to know her motor's running. And boy, when you get it going, what a motor. When she cries out, man, you know ya really earned it. Know what I mean?" 

There was some muffled laughter, and Bess couldn’t quite hear everything, but what she did hear made her face flush a deep crimson red.

“Oh, well I found out last night.  I swear, Bess tastes so fresh and sweet, I know I’m the first guy she let touch her.”

“Nah, a college girl?”

“What do you know, huh, lardass? Reckon I been with seventy five, no, I mean a hundred or more girls. Trust me, I know women, that girl spent college with her nose in her books.”

“Now you got your nose in her - OW - what the fuck?”

“I don’t wanna hear you talk bout her like that, got it?”

“But you just -”

“But you just, but you just, just mind ya goddamn manners.”

Bess sat there, unsure if she wanted to keep listening, but as she turned she was distracted by a dark set of eyes staring her from the doorway. She pulled the strap of her nightie up, and smoothed her hair back as she smiled at Janice Fadal.

“Mommy told me not to wake you up, so I’ve just been sitting here waiting. Ready to do my make up again?”

Bess nodded, relaxing as she stood and patted the little girl’s head.

“Sure, just let me get dressed, huh?’

Then Janice’s slick little tongue curved up and licked the bottom of Bess’ wrist.

“I don’t think you taste like ice cream at all. More like salt. “

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more to come, let me know what you think....

@whositmcwhatsit @vintageshanny @from-memphis-with-love @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @missmaywemeetagain @ellie-24 @lookingforrainbows @arrolyn1114 @moonchild-daniella @richardslady121 @ab4eva @i-r-i-n-a-a @eliseinmemphis @kingdomforapony @everythingelvispresley @dkayfixates @artlover8992 @freudianslumber @amydarcimarie @toreigh @18lkpeters @yynneessmons @ashtag6887 @waiting4brucewayne2adoptme @returntopresley @rjmartin11 @bigromansgirl @louisejoy86 @notstefaniepresley

#snippety snip #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis presley fanfiction #basic training #army elvis #banditqueenwrites

[eddies-puppet]

My Girl

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: After a particularly bad fight with your dad, you run to your best friend for help and a place to stay.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of violence, hints at abuse.

Notes: This is the angsty and fluffy bit, but I got carried away, so you can find the smutty part two here 😂🔥

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Your feet sank in the sopping wet grass, the heavy rain pounding loudly against the trailer. There were no lights on inside, no signs of life as you climbed the steps to the porch, knocking hard on the door. A dog barked loudly across the trailer park, but still there was no movement inside, so you knocked again.

“Alright! Jesus, I’m coming,” came a shout from inside as the light flicked on. “This better be good,” Eddie snapped as he pulled the door open, his face dropping as he saw you, clothes drenched, water droplets dripping from the ends of your hair. “Christ, Y/N, what the hell happened to your face?” You’d hoped that the throbbing in your head and the pain across your cheekbone would be the worst you’d need to deal with now you were away from the house, but your best friend’s reaction told you that this whole night was not going to be so easy to ignore, and that the bruises to your ego weren’t the only new ones that night.

“Can I come in?” You sniffled. He nodded, pushing the door further open so you could pass. Once you were inside, he closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to you. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you said meekly, your voice breaking as a sob caught in your throat. Eddie reached out, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight against his bare chest, the soft scent of his apple shampoo invading your senses and calming you almost instantly. Eddie had been your best friend since middle school, and had always been your go-to when things got rough, waiting with open arms, a warm hug and a smile. You’d had a crush on him for as long as you could remember but you were under no illusions that you were NOT his type, having spent every lunch break recently watching him fawn over Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Eddie reassured you, his large hands running soothingly down your back. “Shit, you’re soaked, let me get you some dry clothes,” he muttered, pulling out of your arms and disappearing to his bedroom, leaving you alone. You perched on the stool that sat next to the kitchen counter, wiping crumbs from the surface with your sleeve before shrugging your jacket off and laying it out across the counter. You looked around the room. Every time you came here, you seemed to notice something that you’d never noticed before, be it a new drivers cap hanging from the wall or a new stain on the couch. Neither Eddie or Wayne were exactly clean or house-proud, but they both had hearts of gold, which made up for the filth they often seemed to live in. “I’ve left some clothes on my bed for you” he told you softly as he reappeared behind you “Go change, I’ll get us a drink”. You nodded silently and made your way to his room, your wet shoes squelching with each step. Closing the door behind you, you kicked your shoes off and changed into the Metallica shirt and grey sweatpants that Eddie had left for you. Your legs were shaking, the adrenaline from the long run to the trailer park having worn off, and as you sat down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, your teeth had started chattering, the cold outside seeming to have worked deep into your bones. There was a soft knock on the door. “Are you decent?” Eddie called.

“Yeah, you’re safe Eds,” you assured him and the door slowly opened. “I made cocoa,” he smiled as he made his way towards you, handing you one cup before settling himself next to you on the bed, pulling his long legs up beneath him. “You wanna tell me what happened? Why you look like you picked a fight with the whole wrestling team?” You sighed, turning to look at him.

“Someone saw me skipping school yesterday and told my dad,” you muttered, tears springing to your eyes once again as Eddie sighed.

“Shit sweetheart, I’m sorry. I should never have convinced you to ditch with me,” he mumbled sadly.?

“Hey, this isn’t your fault,” you reassured him, laying your hand gently on his knee, his skin warm beneath your touch. “It was my choice.” He sighed again, reaching out and wiping a tear from your cheek.

“You wanna stay here tonight?” He asked kindly.

“Would you mind?”

“Would I mind sleeping next to a beautiful woman?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah, actually that sounds like it would suck. No, of course I don’t mind dumbass, or I wouldn’t have offered,” he laughed. “So, something totally more important than all of your woes. Did you see Carver stack it in the middle of the cafeteria at lunch? Juice literally came out of my nose,” he said dramatically. “Turns out being part of the ‘cool crew’ doesn’t stop you being a clumsy asshole,” he added, laughing as he raised his cocoa to his lips, taking a large mouthful. You smiled, shaking your head at him.

How did he manage to cheer you up so quickly, almost instantly making you forget your problems? His exuberance, his beaming smile, felt like a rush of fresh air to your lungs after being so close to drowning in the sea of anxiety that seemed constantly ready to overwhelm you. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence (a rarity when Eddie is around) as you both drank your cocoa, the coldness you’d felt finally dissipating. “You finished with that love?” Eddie asked softly, his voice snapping you from your thoughts as he gestured to the mug in your hands. You nodded, handing it to him and he placed it beside his own on his bedside cabinet before he jumped up, flinging back the bed covers. “Come on, it’s way past my bedtime,” he chuckled as you shuffled up the bed, climbing beneath the covers. Eddie flicked the light switch and jumped quickly in to bed beside you. “You take the pillow, I’ll be ok. I’d use Wayne’s but I know for a FACT that he dribbles in his sleep,” he muttered, making you giggle quietly.

“Eds, it’s fine, we can share the pillow,” you smiled, rolling on to your side and moving your head backwards to make room for Eddie to lay beside you. He shuffled into the centre of the bed, stretching his arm out and pulling you against him, your head resting against his warm shoulder, your hand laying against his tight stomach. You melted into his arms, an instant feeling of calm washing over you. There was a tiny voice in the back of your head telling you that this should feel weird, sharing a bed with Eddie, the object of your desires for so long. But it didn’t. You guessed it was because he’s your best friend, but there was no mistaking the tiny butterflies fluttering in your chest.

“Just so you know,” Eddie started. “You can stay here anytime. I know how it feels to be constantly worrying what mood your dad will be in when you get home. I don’t want you having to go through that,” he told you quietly, his voice emotional. You smiled sadly, your eyes filling with fresh tears at the thought of everything Eddie had gone through when he was a child. Wayne had been his guardian angel and saved him from the dysfunctional home his parents had created, but those scars still marked him, no matter how hard he tried to hide them from the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “What would I do without you?”

“Well luckily for you, I’m going nowhere. You’re stuck with me.” You could hear the smile in his voice as you snuggled down into him, closing your eyes, praying that sleep would take you quickly. “Y/N?” Eddie said quietly, turning his head towards you as you lifted your head so you could see his face. For a few moments, he was silent, his eyes slowly wandering your face.

“What’s up?” He took a deep breath as he rolled on to his side, now facing you, his free hand moving to your face, his thumb glancing along your lower lip. You weren’t sure which one of you closed the gap, but before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft, your lips barely touching, and you’d question whether it was really happening if it wasn’t for your heart pounding so hard in your chest, tethering you to reality. It was like your body had forgotten how to breath, the feeling of his soft lips against yours seemingly wiping every thought from your mind. You pushed softly against his chest, reluctantly breaking the kiss. “Eddie, we shouldn’t be doing this,” you whispered, shaking your head slowly.

“You don’t want to?” He asked softly, his voice faltering for a moment.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed. “I just, I feel like maybe it means different things to us both.”

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie, you don’t want me,” you said sadly. His brows knit together, frowning at your words. “Come on, I’ve spent the last few weeks watching you drool all over Chrissy. I literally could not be less like her if I tried,” you said sadly.

“Really?” He laughed. “You think I want Chrissy Cunningham?! Y/N, she’s been buying from me, and she’s having a shitty time at home. I’m just trying to live up to my reputation as the friendly neighbourhood drug dealer and cheer the poor little rich girl up.” You could feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips, his warm breath against your lips as his thumb softly stroked your cheek.

“So you, um, you like me?” You whispered hesitantly.

“Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he smiled, his beautiful brown eyes twinkling in the dark, his face leaning into your touch as you tucked his hair behind his ear. “Do you know how hard it’s been watching you date losers all these years? Watching Steve fucking Harrington drool all over you? They’re not worthy of licking the bottom of your shoe princess.” Princess was a nickname he’d never given you before, but my god, it made the butterflies in your stomach erupt. You watched him as he took a deep breath, his doe eyes wandering your face. “Y/N, I swear to Ozzy, I feel like I might die if I don’t kiss you again,” he said dramatically, making you laugh.

“Well we definitely wouldn’t want that,” you smiled softly, your fingers tangling gently into his messy hair and pulling his face to yours. He kissed you deeply, his plump lips soft against your own, his tongue swiping across your lower lip, gently begging for entrance. As you met his tongue with your own, you could still taste the cigarette smoke on his breath, feel the light callouses on his fingertips from the years of guitar playing.

“My girl,” he whispered against your lips as he paused to catch his breath.

“Yours huh?” You giggled.

“Yep,” he nodded. “Always,” he promised, kissing you again, more intensely this time as his hands travelled down your body, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it up, hooking it over his hip. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you were sure he’d be able to hear it if it weren’t for your laboured breathing. You couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening, expecting to wake from a dream at any second. Eddie’s hands were on your ass now, grabbing hard and pulling your body tight against him, rolling his hips against you, drawing a gasp from deep within you.

“Eds,” you moaned, chasing his lips as he broke your kiss. “Please don’t stop,” you pleaded. He smirked at you in the darkness.

“Oh sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on stopping,” he chuckled, his voice darker than before. “We’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn is the loml #angst with a happy ending #friends to lovers

[lantur]

trip updates part one: Tokyo

It was a mercifully smooth 12-hour flight from Minneapolis to Tokyo! The seat next to me was unoccupied, so I could stretch my legs out, sleep a bit, read, and watch my shows. I finished Black Friend by Ziwe, which I loved, and Alive: The Story of the Andes Survivors by Piers Paul Read. I also watched the first five episodes of Succession, season one! I'm so into this show.

It was so easy to navigate Tokyo via the subway. I took the train from the airport to my hotel, dropped my stuff off, and had time to visit Senso-ji Temple that evening. Visiting a religious site is something I like to do as soon after landing as possible. Senso-ji in the evening, lit up, was beautiful. I wandered through the temple grounds to look at the pagodas and the stone Buddha statues, while listening to the clinking of people dropping their coin offerings into the metal collection area. I found a little ramen spot nearby, and the ramen was incredible and very comforting after 12+ hours of travel, going through customs, navigating around a new city, etc.

The next day, I found a cute little cafe right next to my hotel where I could start my day with my caffeine fix. I headed to Tsukiji Market, and I LOVE a market. Normally I hate crowds, but when there's food involved, that hatred goes away. :) I explored the food stalls and ate all the seafood my little heart desired - crab legs, eel, scallops, a sashimi bowl.

I went to Meiji-Jingu shrine, in the middle of Yoyogi Park, which is very forested. One of the coolest things about this location was seeing a wedding ceremony that was taking place, with the couple and family dressed in traditional Japanese clothing. It was a lovely area to explore, and after I inevitably got lost in the park and found my way again, I had sakura flavored soft serve ice cream as a treat.

The Hamarikyu Gardens were an unexpected stop for me, while I waited for my evening kabuki show to start, and I'm so glad I went. The flower field there was yellow as far as my eyes could see, and there were tons of hummingbirds around.

The kabuki show was a cool experience - I loved the music, and the body language of the actors!

Other highlights of the rest of my time in Tokyo:

Matcha lattes and pancakes at the cafe near my hotel

Seeing cherry blossoms at Ueno Park!!

The collection of art and artifacts at Tokyo National Museum

The food - ramen, katsu curry, pho!

Soaking in the large, hot public bath at my hotel, which I had to myself that night.

One thing I didn't expect:

The weather! Coming from one of the coldest places in the United States, where it gets to be -30 F, I didn't think that Japan in spring would challenge me. And yet, it did. I brought my mid-weight spring coat, which has been working fine for me at home. For some reason, I found Tokyo very windy, and the wind cut right through me. I was very uncomfortable walking around, and finally, I had to buy another coat at Uniqlo here, as well as a scarf. I got both for ~$40 USD so it didn't break the bank, at least. :)

I got to Kyoto yesterday morning and I have more to journal about that, but I will do so in a separate post. :)

It has been amazing to be on vacation. To not have to worry about work, or grocery shopping, or cooking, or getting my workout done before work starts, or anything. I love my job and it still feels AMAZING to not work.

Oh, also, I almost forgot to add - I got an email as soon as I landed in Tokyo, confirming that I have been accepted at the university I applied for, and will be starting my MSW in fall. It's been a lovely celebratory trip!

#lanturing

[gurugirl]

I love stepdad Harry! Always brings a smile to my face when i see youve posted (guilty pleasure yum). Thank you for the last one!

but i cannot get enough of stepmom reader. You’ve made that one into something really special. In fact I told someone about it last week and they were like ~ nope. Not into stepmom stuff or older yn. Nope ~

but then guess what? they wound up reading it and binged all three parts and admitted to me that they were wrong 😂 I’m like ‘yeah I know’

just wanted to share that with you! Your stepmom fic is so shockingly good (not shocking bc you’re not a good writer, shocking bc it’s a trope most of us were not interested in) that it’s quickly become my top 5 all time favorite.

i cannot wait for part 4! I adore them and you so much. Do you have any idea when part 4 will come out? Any sneaky???

ps.. sorry for the weird capitalization stuff going on there. My phone decided when to capitalize randomly and I’m too lazy to fix.

A Good Boy sneak peek under the cut below!

🥹 thank you so much, babe. Really glad you liked the stepdad!harry from yesterday! That was a quick little fun thing to write.

As for stepmom!reader - wow! I really love that you're liking it so much and talking about it with other people and that your friend changed their mind 😂 Seems to be the theme for that fic. So many of y'all didn't think you'd like it based on the trope alone but I'm surprised that you guys did enjoy it anyway! Makes me smile.

So, I'm almost done with part 4. I think I can have it out by Thursday? Maybe? I'm super busy today (well, busy for me LOL) and gonna try to write but I've also got something I'm working on that someone paid me to write so I'm prioritizing that. Thursday at the earliest I'll post part 4 but I'll let y'all know.

And the random capitalization? My phone does the same. 😂 The words can't, can, and don't often get capitalized in the middle of sentences and it's a crapshoot on when the beginning of a sentence will be capitalized or not. I need to turn it off so it just leaves everything lowercase. So no judgement from me!

Sneak peek below !! (just remember this is literally copied from the word doc I'm writing in and hasn't been proofread or edited so some changed may be made before I post part 4)

Y/n was wearing her newly altered peach silk dress. The alterations were simple. The straps and hem were adjusted and the back column was dropped down a bit to drape to her low back. Her strappy nude heels were well-worn but comfortable because she was just simply not in the mood to wear the stiff, new heels she’d just bought.

The estate of Rebecca Manera was impressive. Probably equally as impressive as Leonardo Styles’. Most of the guests had already arrived by the time the Styles’ walked through the front door a little late.

Leo scolded Y/n for taking so long to get ready and making them run behind but in all honesty, she didn’t give a fuck. They could be half an hour late. No one would care. Why rush to go to a party? It’s not like they needed to clock in and earn a paycheck.

“It’s rude, Y/n. That’s why it matters. You’re so goddamn rude sometimes. You only think about yourself.”

She turned sharply to look at her husband in shock. That was the first time he’d ever said such a thing to her. Normally he had no opinion on how she conducted herself. She was chronically late. Yes, she could admit that was a flaw in her character but she was on time when it really counted. But to get so worked up over a party? And to insult her on top of it?

That had set the whole mood for the night. And now she was even more suspicious about this Rebecca.

But when Rebecca did make her appearance and introduced herself to Y/n she was taken aback. The woman had to be in her 50s. She was pretty, sure, but not quite Leo’s type. If Y/n were any sort of indicator of a type.

Servers walked around with trays and served the couples in attendance. There were only ten couples there as well as Rebecca’s two daughters, Y/n learned. Quite the intimate affair really.

Leo brought a glass of wine to Y/n as she chatted with Mrs. Topman (she never learned her first name, as the woman literally introduced herself as Mrs. Topman).

“Here you are darling.” His green eyes shined down at her before searching the room casually. She was on to Leo. But she found it odd that the woman he was with in the Hamptons was Rebecca. She was intrigued.

She watched Rebecca mingle and sip wine and laugh and there was nothing there that made Y/n think Leo would be interested in her sexually. But maybe that was it, Y/n thought to herself as she cocked her head to the side watching the woman speak boisterously. Maybe it wasn’t sexual. Maybe it was a woman he felt a deeper connection with than he did with Y/n. Perhaps it hadn’t started sexual but led there.

The snack table was set up with decadent treats. Y/n picked up a toast smeared with something pink, topped with heart-shaped tomatoes on top as she scanned the room for Leo, wondering where he’d gone off to. It hadn’t been that long but knowing about Rebecca being with him made things feel like she was in some kind of true crime detective story and was trying to get to the bottom of a mystery. Though there was no crime being committed, she could entertain herself with that thought.

“Are you enjoying your time tonight?”

Y/n turned her sight to Rebecca who was next to her picking up the same toast with pink schmear.

“It’s amazing. Your home is so lovely, Mrs. Manera,” she smiled and noted the woman’s massive diamond ring in addition to her massive diamond wedding ring.

“Why thank you. Phineas has put in so much work to make this large shell into a lovely cozy home.”

Y/n nearly spat her bite out. The home was anything but cozy.

“It’s incredible. Where is Mr. Manera tonight?”

“Oh, just over there,” she pointed to a man in tweed with thick black-framed glasses, “You haven’t met yet?”

Rebecca led the way as Y/n walked in her wake to meet Mr. Manera. She had still not spotted her own husband.

“Phineas, dear, this is Mrs. Styles. Leonardo’s wife.”

The man held his hand out, “Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles.”

“Likewise. You can call me Y/n.”

 “Well, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here. Where’s Leo anyway? Haven’t seen him.”

Turning around quickly to look over her shoulder she shrugged and faced the man and his wife again, “Not sure actually. I haven’t seen him in a bit myself,” she laughed. And before she could even think about what she was implying she spoke to Rebecca, “But I’m sure you’ve seen enough of him since you saw him in the Hampton’s this weekend.”

Rebecca and Phineas’ smiles dropped as they looked at one another and then back to Y/n, “I haven’t been to the Hamptons in over a decade. Are you sure you’re not mistaking me for Parker? Our daughter? She was just there all weekend with her girlfriends.”

A Good Boy Masterlist

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[green-kat331]

My Friend Spider-man

Pt 2: Opportunity

(Spider-man x reader)

Warnings: None

Pt 1

A new day has begun.

The sun is shining, and the horns of New york traffic are blaring through your balcony glass doors. Lazily, you detangle yourself from your blankets and push off the mattress for a nice refreshing shower before your roommate could wake up and steal all of the warm water for himself.  

You sit in the shower, letting the water run down your back. As you sat in the tub, you got to thinking about how you would go about scoring that interview. You were stumped, nothing came to mind…Unless—

BANG BANG BANG!!!

Sudden bangs break your thoughts. 

“Yo! Are you alive in there? If you are, hurry up I gotta get going. - And don’t you steal all the hot water!” Your roommate Mikey shouts into the thin bathroom door. 

“Shut up, I’ll be out in a sec!” You shout back reaching for the shower handle and shutting it off. 

After a rushed routine, you exit the bathroom already glaring at the man in front of you. 

“Geez finally” He huffs, towel and his clothes under his arm. 

“Can’t you shower at your girlfriend’s place?” You ask as he pushed past you. But he slams the door in your face not even bothering to respond. 

Quickly you get dressed in your most professional outfit. Readying your bag and notepad you made sure to also bring an audio recorder just in case. A ping from your phone grabs your attention. It was Peter.

Peter: Sorry, Can’t meet up with you today got busy. :( 

A heavy sigh leaves your lips when you read the first few words. Peter just always seemed to get busy at the worst moments possible.

You: That’s fine. say hi to Aunt May for me 

Peter: Will do. Sorry again.

Shaking your head you stuff your phone into your pocket, grabbed a quick breakfast, and went out into the city streets. 

You tapped your pen on your chin, looking over your notes on how to grab the Spider’s attention. 

You contemplated jumping into traffic but that was too risky. 

Getting robbed was an option though there was no way you could properly set that up and turn it into an opportunity without getting flustered. 

Maybe standing on the roof of a building… but he might get the wrong idea.

“Hmm…” You hummed to yourself. How the hell does Peter do it? Always at the right spot at the right time you supposed. 

The right spot…

You stop in your tracks and looked over to an alley similar to the one from yesterday.

A smirk appeared on your face as you walked into the entrance “Just a holler and you’ll come swinging right spider-man? Well… We’ll see how true to your word you actually are.” You say and placed yourself right in the middle of the alley grabbing your notepad a pen and activating the audio recorder before abandoning the bag. 

Quickly you scan the area to make sure it’s free of people.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SPIDER-MAN!!! HELP!! HELP ME!!!”

You shout using every breath of air you could store in your lungs. The enclosed space made the screams echo back to you, you tried your best to make the plea as realistic as possible. People that walked past shot you strange looks making you feel slightly embarrassed. After a few seconds, You tapped your foot impatiently “Guess not–.” 

“Y’now, when I said give me a holler. I mean when there’s a real emergency” The voice behind you made you scream and turn around. 

“Holy shit you actually did!” 

The famous hero looks around the alley spotting your bag and the audio recorder on top of it. He shakes his head and turns it off. 

“Ma’am I respect the dedication to your work, but I don’t think this is how you get an interview. Someone else might—” 

He stopped suddenly, you took out your notepad and pen and walked towards him more.

“I would like just a few minutes Spider-man, just a few questions. I won’t be long. I swear.” 

“...”

When you were met with silence your shoulders drop. “I’m sorry. It’s just You’ve inspired so many including myself and I just wanted to—” 

Suddenly Spider-man grabbed your arms and pulled you with him into the air. At the same time a log arm smashed into nearby buildings and large pieces of gravel fell into the alley you were just standing in. 

You gasped and yelped clinging onto the hero, arms tightly wrapped around his neck. As he swung around the giant metal arm grabbed his leg and pulled him along with you in the complete opposite direction. Everything was so fast and blurry, quickly you felt him protect your head as his back smashed into a building. He stuck to the wall while holding your waist. He crawled around the building, there was a ledge and he set you down on it. 

“I’ll come back, just stay here.” you nod at his words but your ears rang and your mind was cloudy making everything dizzy, not even noticing when he jumped off the ledge. You forced yourself to not look down. 

You sat as close to the wall as possible hugging your legs. Heavily breathing and struggling to keep up with your rapid heartbeat.

—

After what felt like hours you no longer heard crashing and banging, the sound of gravel faded away and the shaking stopped. You look around for any sign of the web-slinging hero, you huddle into yourself keeping all your limbs as far from the edge as possible. 

Slowly you see Spider-man lower down in front of you, hanging on his web. He steps onto the same ledge as you and waits. There is silence between you two, he reaches his hand out. 

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” You just sit. The fear in your stomach doesn’t allow you to move even an inch

Slowly he crouches in front of you “Hey, You can trust me alright?” His words were gentle as he held his arm out for you. 

Finally, you grab his hand and he carries you off and around the city. Occasionally you point out what direction to go in and in no time your balcony was visible.

“Now… When you want a real interview, be sure to call me like a normal person.” He says gently placing you down on your balcony.

You were dazed and slowly released him from your bear hug, though to him it must not have felt like anything. You smiled up at him. “but…I-I don’t have your number.” 

“That’s right, so maybe you should give me yours.” He responds.

 You couldn’t see his face but you just knew he was smirking under his mask. “Smooth.” You chuckle and pull out your notepad again to write your number and quickly hand it to him. He tucks it into his sleeve and salutes you goodbye, shooting a web. 

“Until next time miss reporter.” 

“Yeah…Until next time, spider-man”

With that, he jumps off your balcony and swings away. You watch as he turns and flips in the air until finally, he’s out of your view. You squealed in excitement and jumped up and down, rushing into your room to open your computer and begin writing. 

'Spider-man Saves City From Doc Ock.'

No no no...

That’s way too basic. Everyone knows he’s a hero, despite some other opinions. Everyone knows he’s done so many good deeds. People need to know him, people need to know the person behind the mask. You need more information.

Ping

You glance at your phone.

Peter: (____)!! Oh my gosh did you see the news? Are you okay? Where are you right now?

You: Yeah I’m okay Doc Ock just attacked out of nowhere, Luckily Spider-man made it there on time. He saved me, Peter. Again

Peter: That’s good! Meet me at the diner just wanna check up on you.

You: I thought you were busy. 

Peter: My Schedule, just cleared up :)

You laughed at his message, He’s always been so sweet, even during high school and that really strange point during senior year. You dismiss the thought and were about to leave your apartment again before realizing your clothes were all dirty and messed up. You huffed in frustration and quickly got changed and out the doors. 

You saw people crowding around destroyed buildings, construction workers were at the sites and TV news reporters were also gathered around. You walked passed as quickly as you could but a reporter caught up with you “Excuse me, ma’am. You are the woman who was saved by Spider-man this morning is that right?” The woman says walking with you, her Camera man following close in front “I.. um” 

“How would you say Spider-man knew how to defeat Doctor Ock?”

“I- I don’t know, I didn’t ask him. Listen I really gotta go.” You say quickening your speed, She tries but decides not to keep following you. 

At last, you make it to the diner scanning for your friend. He waves you over. You were shocked to see a bandage covering his cheek and forehead. You ran over to him.

“Oh my gosh, Peter are you okay?” You asked holding his face to examine it. 

He smiles and rubs the back of his head. “Yeah I’m fine, I just so happen to have been at the scene the same time the attack happened. Don’t worry, okay?”

“You were there?” You asked sitting across from him

“Yeah, just running a few errands for Aunt May when suddenly the building was smashed through, I was hit but nothing serious.” His story made you worry more. His eyebrows furrowed then he turned and grabbed his bag. “Anyways amongst all the chaos, I managed to take these.” He says and pulled out some sheets of picture paper. 

He lays out the photos on the table, you stared in awe at the pictures. One was of Spider-man in the middle of battle, Doc Ock’s metal arm wrapped around his waist and another in Spiderman’s arms. 

Some others were of Spiderman swinging around the city. 

And the last one was of the Spider carrying civilians in the air protecting the two from the villain close by, one of Doc Ocks arms was in the shot. Every detail was captured in the image. How the civilians clung to the hero's arms. His chest logo was also visible in the shot. The perfect image. It made you wonder how it was possible for an image to be captured. 

“Oh, Petey these are amazing!… How you manage to be at both the right place and the wrong place at the same time will never cease to surprise me.” You say messing with his wavey brown hair.

He lowered his head shyly.

After you two got lunch Peter offered to walk you home and you gladly accepted. 

You walked together speaking about random things and reminiscing about your history together. He has been your closest friend since middle school, through thick and thin he has been the most constant person in your life. Eventually, the topic got back to Spiderman. “You get any luck on the interview yet?” 

This made you pause and stare at the ground nervously 

“Well… uh…I mean I had something planned but it didn’t really go as i wanted.”

“Huh, is that right?” he laughs 

“Yep, I had everything completely under control—” You say walking into the road but before you even had time to realize what was happening, the back of your shirt was grabbed and you were pulled back and fell to the concrete. Blaring horns speed past you and the driver shouts in your direction. You stare shocked. this is the third time you’ve almost died and it hasn’t even been 24 hours. 

You look up at Peter who held a concerned expression. 

“I uh. Think I might still be a bit dizzy from the events this morning.” You admit, Peter shakes his head in disbelief and helps you up “Nice reflexes by the way, since when could you do that?” You ask brushing yourself off.  

“Uhh….That doesn’t matter let's just get you home before you actually die,” Peter says and wraps an arm around you protectively and you both walk huddled together.

—

You make it to your apartment without losing your life. 

You sight when you finally make it through the door and walk into your room to flop on your bad. 

Ping

You hum in annoyance at the new message. 

Sluggishly you pull out your phone and look at the contact. 

Unknown Number: 

I think I’m ready for that interview now. 

A simple message. No context was needed for who the sender was. 

You stare 

And stare 

And stare… 

10 minutes

You have been staring at the message on your phone for 10 whole minutes. Everything wasn’t real to you because if it was then that meant that Spiderman. The Spiderman just agreed to an interview with you. 

Jittery butterflies scattered in your stomach. Just think, Spider-man sitting beside you answering question after question, answer after answer until finally, you have all the material you need to make the best report in your career. You'll be generously rewarded and celebrated for sharing all that you know on the vigilante. 

And so will he. The city will shine a different light on the red and blue hero. 

You'll make sure of that.

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[mamawasatesttube]

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?” for the ficlet prompt pls !! love your writing so so much ❤️

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work.

"—still don't know why anyone would write this! Actually, who the fuck paid them to write this?! Is this the state of journalism in today's world?" Bart flails a hand at his laptop screen, laughing so hard he's turning red. "Someone—someone got paid to write—to write this?! This is a self-help article?!"

"I just don't—why would you—" Kon stares at the screen, too, fingers steepled and pressed to his lips in deep consternation. "I can't even finish my dramatic reading! Why would—why would—who even wants to phone a friend in the middle of doing an enema?"

Tim is a very serious guy, busy doing very serious work, by which he means playing Minesweeper while listening to his very un-serious friends read a how-to guide on, for some reason, coffee enemas. It happens. He really did mean to get work done, but sitting in the common room was a mistake; he's just been listening and swallowing laughter for the past ten minutes.

"I can promise you this. If any of you ever phone me with anything up your ass, we are not friends anymore," Cassie says, sounding disturbed.

That does it. Tim's finger slips and clicks a bomb instead of a safe tile as he wheezes with sudden, explosive laughter.

All three of them whip around to look at him; Bart is the first to crack into giggles, too, then Kon smothers a chuckle into his hands, and finally Cassie slumps back onto the cushions behind her, cackling. Tim really, truly does try to get ahold of himself, but it's a losing battle at this point.

"Where did you even find this article, Bart?" he manages, grinning breathlessly. "Send me the link." It sounds like a great way to harass Dick, and Tim needs to do that yesterday.

"Why?" Bart shoots back immediately. "Feeling inspired?"

"You better not call me when you try it out," Cassie wheezes.

Kon, meanwhile...

Oh. Wait. What's up with Kon? He's still grinning, but it's a softer look than before; his eyes sparkle with warmth as he looks at Tim, perching in the bay window. That's a very, ah... fond? Yes, fond. A very fond look for someone whose companions are currently losing their shit about a self-help article about coffee enemas.

Tim meets his gaze and quirks an eyebrow. Kon blinks at him, seeming surprised; did he think Tim wouldn't notice him gazing over like that?

"Sorry, sorry," Kon says, though he certainly doesn't sound particularly sorry. “When you laugh like that, it just—man, you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Tim's face immediately flames. That's rich, coming from the most beautiful guy in not just the room, but the entire city. Country. World? Yeah, world. "Uh."

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up, you're so sappy!" Bart groans, smacking Kon on the shoulder. Kon, because he's Kon, just preens at his complaints. "Stop being a cheese before I kick your ass!"

"Be careful that it doesn't have coffee in it!" Cassie snickers into her hands.

Normally, Tim would join in on the ribbing. Right now, though, he's still a little stuck on Kon just casually calling him beautiful for laughing. What the fuck. They've been officially dating for two weeks! He can't just spring that kind of thing on Tim! And the worst (best) part is, because he's Kon, Tim knows he's being completely genuine about it!

Why did this have to happen during this, of all conversations?

"Now, Bart," Kon says, and aggressively ruffles Bart's hair. "You know Tim is the only one here with the rights to touch my ass, kicking or not."

Bart blows an obnoxiously loud raspberry. Tim drops his face into his hands.

Yeah, he's a serious guy, alright. Real serious about... starting a new game of Minesweeper and listening to his friends continue to be a bunch of comedians.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

#writing short ficlets rather than longer stuff with room to breathe and trying to be funny without feeling like it's ooc/crack #is Insanely hard for me actually! PHEW that was a challenge (but in a good way!) (at least i hope it came out good LOL) #anyway this article is real and does exist my friends and i read it together once #''if you ever call me with something up your ass we aren't friends anymore'' is a direct quote from duck <3 #timkon #tim #kon #core four #bart #cassie #huilannie #rimi writes

[avenirdelight]

A Little Bit Of Jealousy

Jesse Lingard

Jesse is jealous and she knows it’s because she got too close with her best friend at a party. [Requested]

She knew that Jesse wasn’t pleased. That pout on his face could be noticed from metres away. She didn’t know that Jesse was the type to get easily jealous, but well, you learn new things every day.

The thing was, it had been long since she wasn’t single anymore, since that day Jesse suddenly confessed his love and asked her to be his girlfriend, which she’d said yes to. Sometimes she just forgot the fact that she was dating someone. She hadn’t been dating for quite a while—had gotten a little bit too comfortable being single—so she was easing herself into her new dating life.

Sometimes she forgot that she couldn’t get too friendly or too comfortable anymore with her long-time best friend, Marcus.

You know the friendly gestures—forearm holding, side hugging, a light slap on the arm when the other person was telling a good joke. She was just used to all that with Marcus because they had been friends since forever. He was someone she always felt comfortable with and that was exactly the problem for Jesse.

They had been at Jadon’s birthday party. She and Marcus had been in the living room with some friends and other guests, chilling and hanging out, whilst Jesse had gone to get her some drink. When he came back, she had been laughing at Marcus' joke, hugging his arm because the joke had been genuinely funny. Jesse had seen the scene and it hadn’t pleased him, hence the pout on his face for the rest of the party. The car ride home had been awkward too, making her realise that she had done something wrong.

“I know you’re upset.” She decided to speak up the next day, as she stood in the middle of her living room. “And I might have figured out why.” She bit the bottom of their lips. “You don’t like the way I’m around Marcus. I got too comfortable with him yesterday at the party and it upset you.”

Jesse didn’t answer for a moment, didn’t even meet her gaze, as he threw himself on the long couch. He let out a long sigh and got his phone out of his pocket, immediately started scrolling. “It’s fine… He’s your best friend…”

“He is. But you’re my boyfriend and… You have the right to be jealous.”

“Jealous?” Jesse chortled, his eyes darted up and met hers. He looked like he was surprised by her statement that almost felt like an accusation.

“Are you not jealous?”

Jesse only shrugged and turned his attention back to his phone. “I don’t know,” he said. “Why would I be jealous of your best friend?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend?” She repeated, stating the obvious. She sat down beside him on the edge of the couch, placing a hand on his thigh. “You could still be jealous even though Marcus is my best friend.”

She playfully tugged the sleeve of his jumper, trying to get his full attention. And it worked because Jesse immediately dropped his phone.

“Right, okay, I am jealous.” Jesse sighed again. “But I feel like I’d upset you if I asked you to, you know, tone it down a bit with Marcus. I respect you guys, I don’t want to ruin your friendship and make it weird between all of us.”

She tugged the corners of her lips into a faint smile. Her stomach fluttered a bit from the fact that Jesse was indeed jealous.

“Aaand, you’re smiling,” Jesse commented. “You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t ya? Were you doing everything on purpose? To make me jealous?”

“I swear I’m not!” She denied, shaking her head. “I’m just… Glad to know that you care about my friendship with Marcus. Not gonna lie, it means a lot to me. Some guys won’t even let their girls have male friends, you know.”

“I’m fine with it.” Jesse shrugged, slightly jutting out his bottom lip. “I’m just jealous of how comfortable you are with him. I mean… Sometimes I feel like you’re being shy with me, or like you’re holding back, and– I just wish that you feel as comfortable with me. You get me?”

She nodded, more like in agreement because to be honest, Jesse wasn’t way off. “Yeah, I know. And I’m sorry but I’m still getting used to everything, getting to know you better, you know what I mean? I need a little bit more time.”

Jesse sighed as his hand travelled to her waist and rested there. “Hey, no pressure, yeah? Take your time. Forget about it, I shouldn’t even be jealous–”

“Okay, I need to stop you right there,” she cut him off, leaning forward so she slightly rested her body on top of him, tapping her hand on his chest. “No pressure, I know. But seriously, though, you have the right to be jealous. You’re cute when you do.”

Jesse chuckled as he shook his head, his whole shoulder shook. “See? I knew you were secretly enjoying it! Now come here.”

Jesse shifted on the couch and made some space for her. She laid beside him and instantly  snuggled up to him, as he wrapped his arms around her. He planted a kiss on her forehead, drawing a faint smile on her face.

The boys she’d used to date never liked her friendship with Marcus. They’d always gotten overly jealous and it had been unbearable for her. But she could handle a little bit of jealousy—Jesse’s jealousy was completely fine. It was even better to know that Jesse respected her too and she would try her best to do the same.

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[kickthecan-revolution]

Another very intense week. I was in an offsite with my new team that was packed with a combination of huge calls, big problem solving, therapy sessions, strategic planning and more. There was one night where R and I got some drinks and I spent the night in her hotel- it was so good to be with her. I also realized I can’t drink very well - in the middle of the night my stomach was so upset. It’s like I had food poisoning, I had to stay in the bathroom for an hour, not exactly the kind of thing you want to have happen in a hotel room with one of your friends, but thankfully she slept through it. I have a huge amount of work to do this weekend, my part is behind but that’s because it’s just so complicated and I’m still learning so much. I have to learn to be able to get it done. The anxiety dreams! Woof.

Yesterday I had to take BND for his colonoscopy, so took much of the day off.  That I was so obsessed with him is this crazy surreal, faint memory – all of the time I wasted. Ugh. At one point I would’ve been desperate to go inside and hang out with him but he seemed fine when I dropped him off, so I just watched him go inside and took off. Lol.

This wild thing happened yesterday when I was dealing with some Alki house stuff. We finally chose a fabricator to put the stone around the fireplaces, and they asked for a 50% deposit to be put down before the work started. I was totally cool with that and followed their secure link to charge my credit card. An hour later, I get an email from the sales person that says I need to use Venmo, Zelle, or wire transfer, and I have to split the payments into four or five. Confused, I asked if the AMEX I had put the deposit down on had been canceled and he said yes, it had been.

I’m not unfamiliar with vendors who want to be paid in cash and make a change like that but the whole thing felt weird, so I asked him to call me. He didn’t and kept saying I just needed to use Venmo. So I finally called the company (a small family owned business) and got the sales person on the phone. They immediately forwarded me to the accountant who said they were dealing with a scammer who had infiltrated their systems, they had received my credit card payment and asked me to send all of the scammers information to their IT person. I looked at the email again and noted it was only slightly misspelled vs the original. I was so close to just paying Venmo. It would’ve been thousands of dollars last, freaks me out to think about how close I was to being scammed. That was a close call.

Anyway. Time for a little coffee, and then work. Hope everyone here is well.

#saturday mornings

[lino-jagiyaa]

Behind the mask - Lee Minho

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SYNOPSIS: Minho's life is changing quickly and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. His parent's divorce, his new apartment, everything seemed a mess.

genre: angst, fluff, non idol!au, alternate reality!au, domestic i!au, high school/college!au, prologue | content warning: mentions of divorce, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption | words: 1304

NOTE: this is a prologue! you must read this part first to understand the rest of the series - happy reading!

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the characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are used purely for fiction. By clicking "keep reading" you consent to the following content.

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"hey, minho! can you come downstairs for a sec? his dad yelled from the living room.

minho was in his room playing a video game when he heard this. pausing the game, he made his way to where his parents were sitting.

"yeah, what's up- wait what's wrong?" he asked

"sit down for a second, we have something serious to talk about."

he then took a seat in a chair that was facing where his parents were sitting on the couch, still confused about what all of this was about but still willing to listen.

"min, we're getting a divorce." his mother spoke up

"we'll give you some time to let that sink in. and we're sorry to abruptly drop this on you, but we've been thinking about this for a while now. we just didn't want to stress you out further, with you being in your last year of high school and all." his dad explained

minho rubbed his face, trying to take in everything.

"it's okay. I understand, and it's your guys' decision. and before you start, I know that it's your job as parents to want to protect me, but i'll be okay."

"what's your plan anyway? who am I living with until I go to university?"

"well we were thinking you could rent out an apartment until then while your dad lives here and I go stay with my sister for a while until we get the paperwork finalized." his mom gave him a reassuring smile.

"oh!- I mean yeah, that's fine. i'd enjoy living on my own now that I think about it." minho joked, trying to lighten the mood

his parents laughed at his response

"will you be alright though?" his dad questioned

"yeah of course. dad, it's not like I'm losing either of you, right?"

"of course not, come here and hug your old man." his dad laughed

minho got up and hugged his dad followed by giving one to his mom too.

"oh, i almost forgot! we got you a present as well, to lift your mood a little." his mom said, before letting go of him.

getting up from her spot on the couch, minho's mom went into the guest room close by the living room and came out with a cat carrier, and sat it on the floor, opening it to reveal an orange and white patterned kitten.

"his name is doongi." she smiled

minho leaned down to greet his new cat.

"well, hello there little one" minho beamed

“mom, has he met soonie yet?”

“mhm. i let them play together right after we picked him up yesterday.”

“so that’s why he kept running off… oh, and where did you get him? the same shelter i got soonie?”

“i suppose so, and nope. we got him from your friend from middle school. we tried our best to keep it a surprise until now.” his mom explained

“well it worked, thank you.”

“no problem, son. how about you go play with soonie upstairs so you and doongie can get to know him better.” his dad patted him on his shoulder

𖤐𖤐𖤐

a little while later, after playing with the cats for an hour or two, minho decided to text one of his closest friends. he needed someone to vent to. sure, he was putting on a brave face for his parents and cracking jokes but in reality, he was freaking out.

minho ended up texting his friend chris. they had been close ever since sophomore year. him taking minho under his wing, seeing that he didn't really speak much and didn't seem to have any friends that went to their school. it really meant a lot to him. even if he didn't express that with words very often.

minho: hyung chan hyung 🐺: yeah what's up? minho: are you busy rn or today at all? chan hyung 🐺: nah is something wrong? minho: i just need someone to talk to...if that's okay chan hyung 🐺: yeah ofc. whatever you need, bud minho: can i call you? chan hyung 🐺: yeah

𖤐𖤐𖤐

chris: hello?

minho: hey...

chris: it's bad isn't it?

minho: y-yeah. so much is happening so fast and I don't know what to do. i feel like I have no control, hyung i-

chris: min, what happened? what's going on?

minho: my parents- they're getting a divorce. hyung, i stayed calm when i was with them but it's all too much right now. they even said that I'm gonna be living on my own. like what the fuck. they didn't even give me the option to stay with one of them. this is bullshit.

chris: wow... i'm sorry. when did they plan for you to move?

minho: i think tomorrow? everything is moving so fast...

chris: i know, min. it'll be okay. i promise. do you want to come over? you can stay the night at my place if you think that'll help you. even if it only makes you feel only a little bit better.

minho: yeah that sounds good.

chris: do you want me to pick you up?

minho: yeah. i'll go get packed.

chris: alright, be there in a bit.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

while talking to chris, minho was trying his hardest to keep it together. still shedding some tears and sniffling here and there. trying to stay quiet to not draw it to his parent's attention.

after he finished packing up his bag for his friend's house, he wiped his tears and headed downstairs.

"hey, bud. where ya headed?" his dad questioned

"chan's picking me up. is it okay if i stay at his tonight?"

"yeah, no problem. just come back in the morning so we can bring some of your stuff to the new apartment, okay?"

"alright, thanks."

"have fun." his dad smiled

just as minho headed outside to wait for him, chris pulled up and got out of the car to greet him.

"hey" chan started, arms stretched out to give him a hug

"hey, h-hyung." minho felt his knees growing weak, letting out everything he was holding in.

"it's okay. i'm here. i'm here." chris gently rubbed his back, trying to calm him.

"let's get you outta here, yeah?" he smiled

"mm" minho hummed and smiled back

"you wanna stop by the convenience store and gets some snacks?"

"sounds good."

"hey, chan?"

"mhm?"

"thanks again. you know, for always being here when i needed you…"

"min, you don't have to thank me. i'll always be here for you no matter what."

minho wipes his tears again, staring out of his window until they arrive at the store.

“do you want to wait in the car or go in with me?” chan asks

he shakes his head “i’ll go in.”

the store was empty as usual besides the familiar cashier so the two decided to scan the isles looking for snacks and drinks.

“min, you know what we should get?,” chan had a grin on his face.

“no, what?”

“these!”

chan then raised up two packs of pokémon bread to show minho excitedly.

“aw man, i haven’t had these in a while.”

“could be fun.” chan displayed his dimpled smile, raising his eyebrows up and down

“yeah, let’s do it.” minho smiled back

this was the first time minho had smiled since he left the house. chan was definitely that breath of fresh air he needed.

“ooh can we get these too? they have green apple.” minho asks, showing chan some bottles of soda

“mhm, whatever you want.” chan replied, his smile never fading

“i’m just gonna grab these chips and we’ll head out.”

after paying for their snacks, the two headed back to the car. with chan’s place not too far from the store, they made it there in less than ten minutes.

“lets have fun tonight, yeah?”

“i’ll try.”

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to be continued...

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[theunstuffedpepper]

Living our best lives over here 🌸

I’ve been off work for the past week and it’s been chock full of 1:1 time with my best little bud. B has been working on finishing the renovation for my new office space/guest room space so while he does that, I’m soaking in lots of quality time with pep. We had rain virtually every day last week which was tiring, but I planned a ton of activities for us each day. We tried out open play at the local gymnastics academy, ran errands, bought new toys, had playdates, had lunch dates and ice cream dates, planted flowers between the rain drops, and when the sun finally came out this weekend, we went to a family festival at a local park which was SO fun.

Potty training went… kind of amazingly? We did the three day method - stayed inside with no pants or diaper and just stayed close to the potty and paid attention to his bodily cues. He took to it really, really well. I’m honestly still impressed with him each day, 3+ weeks later. We’ve got a travel potty topper for public bathrooms and a little travel potty for the car, both of which he’s great using, and we’ve been able to do trips out each day without really worrying much about accidents. What a champ!!

Yesterday we got to meet up with @hey-kayla and her sweet boy for a play date, because by some awesome chance, she has a place literally 10 minutes down the road from us! The boys hit it off so well and had a great time together.. as did the moms. Looking forward to lots more play dates this summer.

This upcoming week promises more sunshine and temps in the 70s.. perfection. As B winds down the renovations, we’re planning on spending the week doing little day trips as a family. Looking so forward to getting to explore our new backyard here in PA. I’m getting to that point in this pregnancy where I’m very aware how easy it is to spend all my time with pep and how easy it is to just go out whenever we want without a ton of effort or planning. Once baby #3 comes along, we’ll have to relearn our new normal and things will inevitably take much more planning and effort for a while. I literally cannot wait for him to get here, but I’m trying to enjoy this time too for what it is.

Grief has been a smaller rock on my shoulder lately, as opposed to the boulder I had been carrying around, weighing heavy on my lungs. I can breathe a bit better it seems. Just trying to take the good with the bad there, doing my best to be understanding with myself when it gets harder. A friend of ours offered to let us borrow their halo bassinet because I threw ours away, and I’ve been buying new nb/0-3 size outfits, because I’m anticipating the first months to be hard enough with things we can’t control - might as well set ourselves up for a lighter emotional load where we can, like ensuring we don’t have to use all the same outfits that we used to dress sweet Pip in. I’ll soon be going through all of those baby bins that got packed up hastily in the worst of the grief fog to make sure we put aside and save the important things that will always remind us of our sweet middle baby, including all our favorite little outfits for him.

I really need to make these updates more frequent so that they’re shorter 😅 I’m sure there’s a ton I’m forgetting as it is. Happy Monday, friends. Enjoy the sunshine this week.

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[05aaphrodite]

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ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: childe x reader, ayato x reader

𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: anything for mora (Part I)

𝕋𝕎𝕤/ℂ𝕨𝕤: obsession,overpossessive,physical abuse,guilt tripping & gaslightning,kidnapping

𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢.

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Part II

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Living in a penurious household held my childhood dreams back to be the eminent adventurer of liyue, I wanted to be like those adventuresome kids at my age where they would go to the outskirts of liyue for fun then collect artifact things. Unfortunately dad forced me to work as a fish seller so our family is able to afford a better home or food, I would sit on the stall for 2-7 hours a day but the results are nothing new, just an empty jar.

As I grew older, I worked as a food vendor, while it atleast earned around 50 mora compared to being a fish seller, my siblings are obnoxious, everytime I earn 500 mora which leads to them robbing my wallet in the middle of the night to buy on this local toy shop run by some old lady. I barely eat nowadays and didn't notice I was fatigued until one busy day.

"Have a nice day.." I hand the mora meat to the customer when all of a sudden I felt the weight of the food before it slid out of my hand making a mess on the stall.

"Woah- ma'am are you okay?"

The stranger caught me in his arms preventing me to touch the ground, I muttered an apology "I'm sorry for dropping your food sir, you may take the mora back."

"No, I can make it at home so no worries, let me get Dr Baizhu." I release myself from his arms as I maintain my position "It's okay, I'm fine, just a little tired." I took the mora meat off the ground before throwing it to the trash. Great I got embarassed by my siblings yesterday because I refused to fall for their petty pranks and now I made a mess infront of a stranger.

"You don't look too well miss, have you eaten?" the ginger asked in a worry tone, I shook my head as I clean the remaining mess, as the result of my money getting stolen by my family for their own needs, I was eventually thrown out and made me the mora machine of the family "Here, let me treat you somewhere." he gently smiled as he reach his hand for me to grab, I fidgeted my hands reluctantly to accept his request. To my family, mora matters the most, and I mean the pinnacle of l/n, if I go with a rich man who would spoil me everything, they'd consider me a traitor and disown me. They put the burden on me since I'm the oldest of my siblings, every move they expect me to be hardworking to the point I'm only fed apples "I'm sorry, I'm not sure if my family would like it.."

"Why not? You need to eat something at least just one meal." I pressed my lips firmly then gaze around to see one of my siblings eating with their friends, envy struck my heart as I lowly sigh "You okay? You should rest in my home for a while."

I gaze at his eyes to accept, eventually giving in to the hunger "I'm hungry, take me somewhere."

The stranger then took me to a well known restaurant that sells seafoods, Xinyue Kiosk. Ever since I was a child, I longed to eat the mouth watering scrumptious seafoods they serve, seeing the sight of the restaurant again puts my mind and stomach at ease.

I clasp my lap to ease the awkward tension on the air, never have I experienced being taken out, let alone someone affluent.

"The seafood here is one of the finest liyue cuisines I have eaten, I would put in a good word for golden crab."

I skimmed through the menu with little hesitance, it's like how my mom told me not to get picky over a sunsettia. "What's the cheapest here?" I flip the menu book while biting my lower lip "Just order anything you desire, there's no need to have second thoughts about the bill." He reassured "I can even pay the whole menu for you." The ginger chuckled humorously. Somehow his words did reassured the anxiety inside me, the sight of the mouth-watering golden shrimp balls piqued my interest "How does golden shrimp balls sound for you?"

"Golden shrimp balls is a perfect meal to fill your empty stomach during busy hours, its aroma gets you trapped in an endless taste of sweet potatoes." He rests his chin on his palm with charming eyes, for some reason being with him eases my worries and doubts about trying something new unlike my unsupportive parents who dissaproved my adventuring hobbies saying 'it's a waste of time and that I would gain nothing from it but junk'. Atleast I'm not deceiving people around for mora...

After our time with each other, we gradually got accustomed with each other's company. He's such a fun guy to hang out with, not to mention a bit flirty "I know a place in snezhnaya, you would enjoy the niveous and fleecy scenery of it." He winked, a giggle escaped mine as I tuck a hair behind my ear "You truly are a winsome fellow."

The sky eyed then halted in the middle of the bridge before he turn to look at me "My apologies, it seems like I forgot to ask your name earlier." Oh right, all this time we haven't introduced ourselves properly "It's alright, my name is Y/n." I touch my chest "Ajax, just call me Childe."

And that's where everything started, how I saw our love through rose coloured glasses.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

I went home panting in exhaustion while carrying a bag of artifacts, good thing I was rescued from a hilichurl attack on my way home, I didn't even realize the sun was setting on the horizon and I almost missed my 7:30 curfew.

"Where the hell were you?" A threatening voice appeared from the arch hallway. Frightened, I composed my posture as I eat humble pie, I couldn't tell him about how a yaksha adeptus saved me from the hilichurls, he would bent out of shape if I did.

"You sure you weren't with some atrocious bloke?" Childe's eyes narrowed, my eyes widened for split second before shaking my head, I was anticipating on what would my fate be next if he caught me lying. He forcefully grab my wrist then throw me to our shared bedroom, next thing I know he cuffed me to the headboard "You were 5 minutes late from your curfew, pull the same mistake again and I'll make sure you'll never see the light of a day ever again." Childe said followed by a loud slam of the door before hearing a lock, I sighed in defeat as I rest my head on the walls. I don't know what went through him and how it made him like this. It all started when my perspective of him changed when he confessed that he's a fatui harbinger, I've always heard from others on how the fatui are bad people who do nefarious things, the traveler and paimon just brushed it off when I told them that the 11th harbinger and I are in a relationship until they took note of the possesive traits he has that led me to being isolated for a while when I inquired Zhongli for the history of an artifact I picked up from my adventures. It was not only them who noticed Childe's uncomfortable demeanor, in fact my inazuman fugitive friend would always check on me every time we meet, he knew me being with men would outrage the harbinger even for a split second so we just usually hang at Beidou's ship.

Suddenly everyone's opinions about our relationship made me doubt my feelings, if I never got with him I would still be walking outside with my own free rules at this hour, but he gave me a good life and I became financially stable because of his money, I was able to support my family even though they were wary of him, my thoughts then led me to this conclusion. I got with him because of mora, I never genuinely loved him, I was just enamored on how he'll do anything for me and how he treats me. Now my answer that day really changed how I live right now.

If I told him that I'm breaking up with him, he would freak out and do the worst things possible to me, he's a dangerous war machine so instead, I'll relocate somewhere.

The sound of silence faded when the door opened, he closed it behind before slowly walking to me then sat on the edge, he showed signs of remorse before sighing.

"Look, I'm sorry that I got aggressive earlier, I just wanted what's the best for you." The harbinger gazed down, to my surprise he's actually apologizing about his wrong doings "I didn't mean to get mad at you, I was just worried that's all, I'm scared to lose you and you're the only one who could truly understand me and my nature." He hold my thigh as he rubbed it gently "You're so important to me Y/n, I love you a lot and I'll kill for you." The ginger leaned close until our foreheads touch. I somehow felt pity for him, after hearing about his past, I continued to be there for him and support him in every way even when he mistreated me a lot. I cupped his cheeks as a response "I understand, just don't scare me again."

After 3 days of isolation, I set foot into qingce village to accept commissions from elderly people, I tried to avoid their questions regarding my sudden dissapearance, Childe promised me 1k mora if I kept my mouth shut about that one night incident.

The sound of the flowing waterfall as the refreshing nostalgic wind soothes my senses as I sat down on a nearby bench to take a quick break, my legs feels cramp from all of the wood carrying, I chug from my water bottle before releasing a satisfied sigh, I took a moment to enjoy the pleasing scenery of the old village.

"How's your well being now?" A familiar voice turned my head, I continue to look at the aesthetic scenery "I see, he threatened you again." My expression dropped as I gaze on the ground, Kazuha sat next to me with his reasurring presence "Do you have the courage and confidence to do it?" I twiddled my necklace as soon he asked that, Mondstadt would be the closest and easiest nation to move in, but my motive is to move somewhere far away from him.

"Where should I go? I'm fine with any places, as long I'm 100% far from him." Kazuha discerned my desparation as he paused for a moment.

"Inazuma's beautiful sceneries are for you if rosy pink cherry blossoms are your cup of tea, you can also get a decent job there and a perfect structured home, the wind tells me it's one of the nations that would be sheltered and safe enough for you to reside in." Inazuma, the last time I heard about the electro nation was when the vision hunt decree was ongoing while it went to a lockdown, thankfully the borders have been lifted up because of traveler "Thanks for the wonderful suggestion, I'll move there as soon as possible." Congenial smiled plastered on my face, the samurai returned the smile.

"Here, he must've starved you during those 3 days." The white haired then hand me grilled tiger fish, I offer my thanks before munching the fish down. Him starving me was basically his way of showing how 'I can't live without him since he has all the privilege and mora'.

"I'll get ready by tomorrow morning, I've gathered enough mora throughout my adventures and commissions."

"No need, Beidou and I will give you a free ride." I looked at him wide shock before involving him to a genuine tight hug "Thank you... Thank you very much!" The hug I gave felt more genuine and sincere than the forced hugs I give to Childe.

As I walk my way home, I encountered traveler and Paimon then we decided to hang at wanmin restaurant, as usual I avoided their questions regarding my dissapearance "Paimon and Aether kept looking for you everywhere!! Even Childe was worried!" I dropped my gaze upon hearing the last sentence, traveler immediately took the hint then gave Paimon a look, the both of them expressed concerns as I reassured them "Don't worry, I'll be leaving liyue soon."

"Whatt!!?? You're leaving liyue!?!???" We both shut Paimon up which resulted to her apologizing "I'll be going to inazuma with the help of the crux tomorrow morning." I counted the mora on my hands "Traveler, will you accompany me to my travel?"

"Of course Y/n! Anything for you!!" Paimon gleefully accepted as Aether nodded, I express my gratitude to the two travelers before leaving soon since it's almost my curfew. The moment I saw Childe standing in front of the door froze my ability to walk.

"Why were you with the traveler earlier?" As expected, he looked pissed again "Because they're.. my friends?" I hold my breath while gripping the strap, the ginger looked unconvinced "They're also your friends right? Don't you trust them to be around me?" A sigh escaped me. At the moment, he grabbed my wrist then pull me inside, next thing I know a painful slap landed on my face "You fucking whore, I thought you already learned your lesson 2 days ago."

I clasp the red cheek before I finally had enough of it.

"So I'm not allowed to interact with humans anymore? Why is it that you get to interact with your female co workers but you can't even let me be friendly with a stranger!"

Childe was taken aback at my sudden retortion as he grip his fists "At least I don't go around being flirty with random women."

"What's wrong with you? So basic kindness is being flirty to you now?-" The sound of his hydro powers blasted against me that I was slammed on the wall before dropping to the ground. I groaned in pain as I clasp my chest and stomach for comfort "I'm sorry, you made me do it."

This moment sparked my determination to move to inazuma, I glared at my now ex boyfriend before storming into the bedroom. I sealed a lock on the door before packing my habiliments and things, a tear rushed down as I grip my own hair out of frustration "Look I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you shouldn't have yelled at me back." At the moment, Tartaglia was banging on the door as I cower in the corner, each daunting bang on the wooden door gets defeaning, his hydro powers then blasted the door open which turned my whole body into cryo state. My safe place once now biggest nightmare gingerly walked across me with dark aura glint in his eyes, staring into his dull eyes felt like eternity as he crouch down on my form, I tear my gaze away still shivering “You don't have to do this, I have my own life, just let me go.” I impulsively bit my nails as to ease the terrifying tension between us, the ginger haired just stared at me with no emotion and not even signs of remorse on my frightened state, his gloved hands brushed a tear that escaped mine before caressing my skin gently “Never.” Childe said as he stood up then left me alone. My body petrified while my mind kept replaying past events that occurred just earlier, watching all of these unfold made me firm about my decision, I'm definitely leaving this hellhole.

Sleeping felt fast, maybe I'm too determined to leave, it's a good thing that I'm hearing the birds chirp in the morning, I can't finally wait for the day I live with my free will. The harbinger gave me a kiss and hug before heading off to his fatui duties as expected, I readied my belongings as I grab my bag and my map, I wore a hoodie incase the fatui tries to track me down before finally exiting our home.

I clutch the map near my chest like a lost bird as I reach guyun stone forest, I held my breath in staying vigilant while scanning for beidou’s ship, I hope I'm not too late..

A hand then tapped my shoulder which led the whole me into a paralyzed shock “Follow me.” My body loosened up upon hearing my friend’s name, I followed Kazuha until we reached the alcor. Along with Beidou, I saw traveler and Paimon as they beckon me to come, I take a glance behind before shooting them a smile.

As we boarded in the ship, Beidou ordered to sail the ship to inazuma, feeling a relief on my chest while gazing at liyue harbor far away “Don't worry, he can't hurt you here now.” Kazuha rubbed my back with his usual reassuring smile that calmed my senses no matter what, I sent him my gratitude before enveloping him to a warm embrace “We finally got you out of that maniac’s control! Me and Aether will promise to protect you from him no matter what!” Paimon’s jolly cheer made my heart smile as I giggled “I don't deserve any of you.. After all everything you guys did for me..” I watched the ripples course alongside the ship, the comfort of it brings me to a comforting fact that I'm away from my abuser, for the second time I felt so free the last time being a slave to the l/n household, I've finally get to make decisions on my own and talk to anyone to my desire.

It felt like days since the travel, to my surprise it only felt like 2 days, we were able to overcome the lightning strikes that surrounded the area, far away from the ship I caught the foggy view of Ritou that led to a secure smile on my face “We're almost there.” Paimon stated, I grabbed my belongings as I wear my hoodie just in case of any fatui sightings “You should create an alias so in case that harbinger knows your whereabouts, it'll make the searching hard for him.” The white haired samurai suggested, I nodded to keep in my mind.

At long last, we arrived in Ritou safe and sound before Traveler and Paimon accompanied me for a tour around inazuma. The sakura trees flow freely as the gentle breeze greets me with enthusiasm, never in my life have I felt so relieved and stress free, now that I have a bag of mora on me there's no need to worry about being drowned in debt.

After traveler and Paimon toured me around the city, I sent them my gratitude before bidding farewell, now all I need is a good night rest then I can apply for a job tomorrow.

Normally I would wake up to my hands chained on the headboard as it starts with Childe’s tedious morning kisses and hugs along with a controlling lecture, now I hear freedom birds chirping as the sun filtered through the windows as if it's greeting me for a new day, I start my breakfast with black back perch stew. When I have the time, I can learn how to make inazuman cuisines.

After eating, I decided to apply as a maid for the yashiro commission, it's one of the least I can do for the time being before I work a job I'm capable of. As I'm accepted on the job, I met a guy named Thoma, he toured me around the Kamisato estate while he teachs me the basics of housekeeping, I did learn quite a few things about cooking and cleaning during the time I was held captive at the harbinger’s house, I was also forced to do most of the household chores when I was still living with my execrable family “I assume you have knowledge about most of the housekeeping stuff?” Thoma inquired, I nodded “Yes, I am an expert at gardening stuff and cooking, though I'm yet to learn inazuma’s local cuisines.”

“Good, that saves me from explaining then, I'll teach you our local inazuman cuisines that Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato loves.”

I shot him a curious smile as I follow him to the kitchen. On our way to the cookery, we pass by the head of the Kamisato clan before bowing our heads, I can't help but feel trapped under his gaze, the way he maintained a prolonged eye contact to me is enough to make my heart beat in a speed of light, he looked quite charming and refresh as he leave the room. Still captivated by his eyes, Thoma brought me back to reality by leading me the kitchen room.

The sun was setting down by the time I learned about inazuman cuisines, I find myself fond of their grilled unagi fillet, it's scrumptious flavor satisfies my stomach and brings new to my taste buds, I'll definitely hunt for more unagi meat “You should take some quality rest right now, we'll do more work tomorrow.” I nodded before thanking the fixer, I definitely learned a lot from him today.

As I was about to leave the estate, I suddenly hear my name being called by Lord Kamisato, I went to his office as expected “May I request a cup of herbal tea?” The head said as he jot down on his paper work like a workaholic he is “As you wish, my lord.” I bowed before taking a quick glance on his enticing face, I can't help but feel mesmerized on him as whole, his presence sends butterflies to my stomach, it's like I'm trapped under a spell.

I delivered the tea to him as he sent his gratitude, I watched him took a sip of the cup before continuing on his work, all off a sudden my body feels weak and my mind at haze.

“Do you need something?” Lord Ayato’s voice then snapped me out leading a pink faced me “N-nothing…” I can't be embarrassing myself right now… not in front of the head.. “Anything else, my Lord?”

“Ah yes, I'd like you to distribute these paper works of mine, put this one into the right folder and this one to the left folder.” He pointed on the pile of paperworks beside “Understood my Lord.” I swallowed my saliva before picking the papers up, why do I feel weak whenever I'm alone with him? I never felt this way with Childe when we first met, could it be inferiority since he's a noble?

The air in the room seems different, it's like a mix of comfy and mousy temperature, it's a good thing he hasn't picked up the sound of my beating heart while I was distributing papers, he let out a quiet sigh as he leaned on his chair for a moment, I kept distributing papers while taking sneaky looks on his face.

“Dear Y/n, if its okay with you, can you massage my back as I do my work?”

I choked for a split second before composing myself “Y-yes! Sure!” I sheepishly smiled then went to him “Pardon for my uhm.. foolish actions earlier, it was just unexpected I didn't knew how to-”

“It's alright, just do what you do.” The blue haired continued writing, I hummed then took a deep breath, I start kneading his shoulders and back before trailing down then pressed his back a little harder “Ah.. That's the spot..” he let out a sigh of relief leading to flustered me pressing my lips, I began to rub circles on his back neck “Keep going, you're doing great.” I blushed at his statement as I continued massaging, never knew I had this opportunity to please the Lord like that..

The next day I found myself dusting the windows of the estate, last night kept repeating on my mind like a catchy scene you watch on theatres, I can still smell the sweet scented perfume he has that passed on my palm, he truly is a wonderful charmer as locals say.

“Miss Y/n, the Lord would like to have a morning tea with you.” one of the maids approached me, pink faced me made a return again “G-got it..” I put the brush down as I made my way to the outdoor tea table area. And here the Lord sipped tea by himself, I can't help but notice the way he looks elegant while just sipping tea, looks like I got myself being infatuated with someone again am I?

I bowed before sitting on the cushion, I took a sip of lemon tea as I try to maintain my posture, I'm one of the luckiest people to have a morning tea with the one and only Lord Kamisato Ayato.

But now I'm starting to wonder, why me of all people? I never really stood out from people, even if I got myself a lunatic ex “You're probably wondering why I'm asking you to be around me lately.” he puts his cup on the saucer then stared into my eyes, the long eye contact made me avert his gaze due to diffidence, looking into his sky blue eyes makes me feel small everytime, is this his goal?

“Lord Kamisato, it's fine with me if you want me to be around you longer, I don't mind.” I sheepishly smiled while pretending to admire the scenic sakura trees that perfectly compliments the charming atmosphere “I see..”

The head took another sip again, finishing all the contents before putting it back down to the saucer, I twiddle my hands under the table “Actually, I asked you for a morning tea with me because you piqued my interest since you became my maid.”

I coughed into my hands while looking at him wide eyed, interesting? I don't get it, I'm just like the other maids here, working for mora.. unless their goal was to seduce Lord Kamisato which is highly possible considering the amount of love letters he has in his office “May I ask why my Lord? What's so interesting about me?”

“I'm glad you asked.” he smirked as he puts his hands together, suddenly the tension in the air feels different “I couldn't care less when someone from a different nation works for me, but when it came to you, it felt different.” I listened intently as he continued to gaze into my eyes “You may not be aware but before you arrived here, people have been talking about your heroic deeds when you saved a group of people during an earthquake in the chasm, my retainer was one of those people you put your life to.”

I can't remember when did that happened, I only recall a few things that happened during my journeys, like discovering 4 ruin guards in the guyun stone forest “My retainer remembered being shoved to a nearby land by you, they said you couldn't almost make it because the ground under you collapsed also, thankfully a certain someone managed to save you.” and that's where everything clicked in.

ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴍ⋆·˚ ༘ *

“It can't be, it must've been a wrong direction..” alas, I've been fooled again, looks like I never learn during my penniless days..

I crumple the treasure map before throwing it to the ground. Suddenly, I overheard a group of people discussing about a particular topic, more like an argument?

“No way, there's no way a treasure isn't here, I even checked twice for the location!”

“You do know that we’ve been tricked into this right?”

“But still, the treasure should be underground!”

The chatter continued as I eavesdrop, so I wasn't the only victim here? They seemed determined that one of them was willing to explore the dangerous underground mines, I slowly sighed to myself, if only I have that much determination…

The ground below me started shaking like crazy, I could sense hydro energy radiating on the surface. Panic entered people as they try to maintain their balance albeit the ground below them is starting to split in half. Using my remaining energy and stamina, I ran to them then shove them to a safe ground, thankfully it was the only 3 of them and I managed to save them in time, however I tripped on something which resulted to scraping my knee “Let's help the young lady!!” One of them reaches out to grab my hand but before I could grab their hand, the surface below me successfully split in half, separating me from the adventurers “Help!! Somebody-” my body lose grip before falling.

And when I thought it's my demise, someone then carried me to safety, placing me with the rest of adventurers “Oh thank rex lapis she's saved..” I panted heavily, that near death experience really made me froze and rethink my life decisions. I look at my savior and it was none other the yaksha adeptus Xiao, but how? I never called his name out “Just be careful next time, Y/n.” With that, the adeptus teleported and dissapeared.

“I called his name out, it's a relief he appeared quickly.” One of the adventurers stated, they all sent their thanks to me after saving their life then gave me mora in return. Relieved that everyone is saved, my mind still fishes answers about past events, who caused this earthquake?

✧˚ · .

The hydro energy, Childe…

No, it can't be, he was watching me the whole time? All the steps and journey I had far from home, he was silently watching me like a bird from distance.

A shiver suddenly ran down to my spine, don't tell me he's also watching me and Ayato having tea time, right?..

“Miss Y/n, is everything okay?” The head shot me a worry look “Y-yes! Just spaced out for a bit.” I chugged all of the remaining liquid from the tea.

“You sure? I swore that I saw your expression dropped for a minute.”

“No, I'm just.. a little surprised that my heroic deeds would reach here.” I chuckled wryly as the air between us suddenly got awkward “Oh, I see..” He let out a quiet chuckled, I now realized that the longer I'm with him, the more I fall.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Childe wasn't very happy when he found out, the moment he saw her drawers empty and clothes gone, only leaving her scent on the bed they shared, the world felt unreal for the harbinger as he desperately try to find traces of her sudden departure, something then clicked on his mind. Kazuha

“I'm not going to be mad, do you have any knowledge about Y/n’s whereabouts?” He ‘genuinely’ smiled as he crossed his arms, the menancing demeanor he releases makes the ronin pout in annoyance “And why do you ask?” the samurai’s response annoyed Tartaglia to the extend, how does one dare to question love?

“Because I'm her boyfriend, can't a man be concerned about their lover’s sudden dissapearance?”

“Boyfriend? Doesn't seem like a relationship thing where your significant other is afraid of your mere presence.”

Childe gritted his teeth as he balled his fists “You dare to talk to a fatui harbinger like that?” the tension was heavy between them, the wind told Kazuha that a duel will spark between both sides “Well, I couldn't care less about Y/n’s whereabouts.” he slid his gleaming blade with his fingers, the isshin blade that holds a important history from the past, compared to the breezing wind earlier, it became ominous “And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, not even a small single hint.”

The bloodthirsty being drew his hydro sword out in response, oh he has been waiting for this perfect opportunity to duel the wandering samurai of inazuma, Kaedahara Kazuha.

“Seems like I have no choice, sorry man, you seemed nice, I only wanted to ask a simple 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.” He raise his sword up, the two men waiting for the other to make a move, as long it's for Y/n his dear friend, Kazuha will draw his blade in a heartbeat.

ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I watch her peaceful sleeping figure from afar after our heated argument, guilt washed over me as I admire how the moonlight painted her face so well, a figure so loveable yet hard to keep..

I recount the times I held back on challenging the yaksha adeptus for particular reasons, without him maybe my precious Y/n could've perished.. but I prefer it that way, but that means I won't have her sleeping by my side this moment. I brushed a lock behind her ears, each tranquil seconds that brings comfort to my heart, alone with her is what I would wish to the 7 archons

“You're not going to leave… are you?”

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[frankieispunkk]

The intimacy of being understood by someone part 2

Warnings:swearing,reader feeling insecure,mentions of bad relationships and toxic men.

Date night:

The next day:

After yesterday I found out that Marcus was friends with my boss,and no I didn’t get in trouble for being late. I also found out that Marcus is one of most amazing people I’ve ever met,he is kind,thoughtful,trustworthy and not to mention drop dead gorgeous. After we arrived into work (fashionably 3 hours late) Marcus introduced me to my new co workers I would be working with as a emt in the fbi. He showed me around the building I’d be working in,filling me in on where to get coffee and catch a break which in his words is “the most important thing” which I wholeheartedly agreed with. I Learned that he works in the art crimes department,and he loves art and old movies,SWOON! after Marcus showed me around I got to work on some paperwork I had to do before actually going into the field,normal boring shit but it had to be done,it was 8pm before I knew it and Marcus popped his head around the office to say he was going home,and I should get going too. I finished off the papers around half an hour later and to my surprise Marcus was waiting for me. “Marcus you scared the shit out of me!” I laugh. “Just wanted to get you home safe” he laughs,”sorry for scaring ya!” We walk to the subway station together talking about where we should go for dinner tomorrow,should I call it a date? Probably not. “He is just being friendly”I think to myself Marcus suggests an American diner not to far from the station,apparently it sold killer pancakes. “Sounds like a plan to me agent pike” he laughs at me using his professional name “American diner it is then agent smith” we laugh and joke until our trains arrive,”hey could I get your number? Just in case I need to contact you”. Marcus asks,”sure” I give him my number and Marcus puts it in his phone.

“You sure you gonna be ok getting back on your own?” Marcus asks with a caring smile “Yeah if I need you I’ll text you”I smile warmly back,we both stand awkwardly for about 5 seconds before Marcus leans in and gives me a hug “I’m glad I met you today,and even more glad we are somehow working together” he chuckles “so am I Marcus,I can’t thank you enough for today”. The hug lingers for around 20 seconds and I smell his cologne,it’s musky and woody with a hint of his natural musk. I’m slightly taken back by the hug and after we part I’m longing for more…hopefully another day.

Marcus’s train arrives and we say our goodbyes and I wait for mine and put my AirPods in… I put on Lana del reys new album she released last week while waiting for my train…one of the worst days turned quickly into one of the best,all thanks to Marcus. Even if we stay just friends,I can tell he going to be in my life for a long time.

I wake up feeling refreshed,but nervous. I need to get a outfit ready shit. It’s just a causal friend date not to fancy right? And it’s the middle of autumn,it’s gonna be cold last thing I want to do is freeze. Plus I hate showing skin anyway,i look in my closet and find a simple but cute outfit, “this will do”

I look in the mirror,”I look stupid Marcus going to think I’m weird and fat” I push the thoughts away and put on some light makeup and have a bite to eat. Whiskey comes up to my feet,”hey boy,you hungry?” “I’ll feed ya” I feed whiskey,then there is a knock on the door. “Shit” I grab my phone and my bag and take a deep breath,and answer the door.

Marcus is on the other side with flowers in his hand. Holy shit he looks gorgeous.

“Got these for you,you look gorgeous” Marcus smiles and blushes lightly

“Omg Marcus you didn’t have to do that!” “You don’t look to bad yourself” I smile and wink. God that was probably so cringe I say to myself and put the flowers in a vase before leaving with Marcus.

“So where is this diner?” I say while walking with Marcus.

“It’s not to far from mine,I’d figured I’d drive us there,it’s actually quite a trek from yours” he chuckles

We walk up to Marcus’s car and he opens the door for me “ladies first” “oh such a gentleman” I laugh “only for you” he winks. Omg did he just wink at me??get a grip it was probably just a joke. Marcus looks over at me and puts his hand on my thigh, “hey you ok?” “Yeah! I’m fine just being stupid” “you’re not stupid” Marcus says softly while staring the car. “And you look amazing” he looks over at me with a gleam in his gorgeous brown eyes. I must of been daydreaming because before I knew it we were parked outside the diner. “Ready to stuff ourselves with pancakes?” Marcus laughs “hell yeah!” I say laughing softly.

Marcus takes my hand to help me out the car,the brief moment our hands touched felt like electricity. And I think he felt it too as when our hands touched his hand clenched slightly,maybe I’m reading into it too much.

We get inside and it’s amazing,not to posh so I’m happy I didn’t go with the other outfit in the end, I find us a seat while Marcus gets the menu. When he sits back down again I take a moment to really look at him…without looking like I’m staring,he is in a plain white shirt with a leather jacket,how can he make something so basic so hot? “You look absolutely amazing btw” I say to him quietly.

Marcus blushes “you think?I wanted to look half decent for you,you really are an amazing person and I don’t even know that much about you yet,but I want to get to know you,maybe as more than friends too.you’re beautiful,and strong. I know that already

I just sit there looking shocked for a second “Marcus you really mean that?”

“ I mean every word,if you want this could be our first date,only if you feel the same way about me obviously” he chuckles.

“I…feel the same way,you’re gorgeous Marcus. And you’re so kind,I’m not used to guys actually being interested in me,all my exes said the same thing,that they couldn’t accept me for who I was. One of them even went as far as cheating on me with a slimmer girl because and I quote “I’m to disgusting to have sex with” and I believed him,I would throw myself into toxic situation after toxic situation because I didn’t know any better…kinda why I moved here,fresh start I guess.

It was now Marcus’s turn to looked shocked “sweetheart I’m so sorry that happened to you” he takes my hand,”none of them deserved you,you deserve someone who loves and respects you,and takes care of your every need. I’m a firm believer that love stems from respect,and respecting your partner’s feelings,sticking with them through thick and thin. Call me a old school romantic,I’ve probably watched to many old movies,but men these days are trash” Marcus chuckles softly “I’ve had my fair share of bad relationships,hell I’ve even been divorced,but I’ve gotten the help I needed,I went to therapy and healed. And I’m ready to date again,and I want that to be you”. Marcus smiles softly and looks into my eyes “we can take it as slow as you want darling,you’ve been hurt in the past,we both have and if you want to just be friends for a while I’m fine with that but,you’re beautiful and you deserve someone who loves and respects you,and if you’d let me,I’d do that for the rest of my days.

“No Marcus I really want to date you,so much especially now after you said all that I’m not good with words but you just blew my mind with how incredibly beautiful and intelligent you are. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time and we haven’t even kissed yet. You have already made me a better person,and I really want to find out more about you.you’re so sweet and interesting,when our hands touched it was like electricity and when we hugged last night…I didn’t want to let go,I wanted you to hold me forever. You make me feel safe.

By time we finish talking our food arrives

“Also you like pancakes so that’s an immediate green flag for me” Marcus winks while tucking into his pancakes. “I could eat pancakes all day if i could”

“You’re so adorable”I laugh softly while digging into mine.

“Not as adorable as you tho aye? Marcus flashes a cheeky smile

We finish off the pancakes and make light conversation for another 15 minutes mostly about our love for music and movies

“I’m really falling for you” Marcus suddenly says

“Really? Because I literally fell for you the moment I met you”I laugh

“I suppose you did,but I mean it I said to myself I’m not going to rush into things but I’m falling for you babe. Marcus chuckles

“If you don’t wanna rush into things then we can take this at your pace,you know that right? I say softly

“I think I would like to take this slow,but I can’t help myself you’re beautiful,kind compassionate and intelligent. I just can’t help falling for you”

“Then we can take this slow,but I’m falling for you too.you’re genuinely the greatest person I’ve ever met.

After a while of more talking…and flirting me and Marcus step out of the diner “what you wanna do now? You can come back to mine if you want,it’s way to late for anything to be open,unless you just want me to drop you home?”marcus says softly

“Yours sounds good” I chuckle “might get a good night kiss then” I wink

“Oh I’m making sure of it” Marcus laughs.

Well that’s the end of part two,it went on way longer than I expected it too! I hope y’all enjoyed:))

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