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IM OBSESSED

THE PERFECT GIRL / paige bueckers

ghostface!paige x fem!reader headcanons!!

cw: blood mention, killing mention, manipulative paige, overstim, lowkey whiney but dom paige, basically no dialogue yay!!

yall met either in elementary or middle school. some random girl was being rude to you and of course paige wanted to stand up for you. and ever since the yall have been best friends

definitely the type to quiet literally go insane once boys or girls start to look at you with interest. she is declining all their offers to you and you're always get upset about it, and she'll always reassure you, "oh come on.. you know i know what's best, y/n."

when you got your first girlfriend, she was livid. always looking at her a certain way, always had something smart to say back to her, anytime you would bring her up she would say something mean about her. she was so much better than your girlfriend so why weren't you dating her?

and when one week your girlfriend just disappeared and you were heartbroken, who was there for you? paige of course. she stayed at your house 24/7 comforting you. would go pick up whatever you wanted and made sure you were alright. while she's holding you in bed she can't help but think back to your girlfriends screams as she tortured her, her crying and begging to be let go because why would y/n's best friend hurt her? anyways

and another week later when her body was found, you were disgusted. who in their right mind would brutally kill someone like that? and paige was there for every moment of it. still holding you while you cried over that worthless girl.

for the rest of high school you never had another girlfriend, too scared of losing that one as well. paige didn't mind at all, maybe just a little bit because she wanted to kill them but....

she was never scared to stand up for you either, especially at parties when guys just would not catch the fucking hint to back off of what's hers. his body was also found two days later, multiple stab wounds covering his body.

when it was time for the both of you to graduate, she followed you to uconn. making sure that both of you could be roommates!! and you were so happy to have your best friend with you there. only problem was her jealous issues got way worse.

since you were an adult now, you were going out more with friends, dressing up in dresses what fit you so well that paige couldn't help but stay home that night and just think of you while touching herself, whining out your name while she cums

goes right back to being normal with you afterwards!! always the one to pick you up while youre drunk out of your mind. making sure you're buckled up in the car, has a cover in the car to cover you up with, if you're hungry she'll always stop somewhere for you

but you start to get real concerned when anyone who asks you out just starts showing up dead? you don't think it's paige at all, you don't catch onto it at first

you go to every single one of her basketball games, being the loudest in the crowd. she's always looking over to you to make sure you're watching her. her favorite is after the game and you run up to her in the court. her wrapping her arms around you, both of you laughing and smiling. she can't help herself but lean down and press her lips to yours, the both of you surprised

after that game she takes you on so many dates, wanting you to see how well she can treat you. she's buying you any and everything you have ever wanted

she hasn't killed anyone in a while, stopped for a couple months once the two of you started dating

that changes once you became friends with a certain group of people. them influencing you to do whatever, one of them being extremely touchy and flirty with you. but you don't pay attention to them, you're head over heels for paige you don't even realize they are flirting with you

andddd they show up dead as well... this murder being the worse one they've seen so far. you don't think anything of it until you you're cleaning yalls dorm/apartment and you find a bag in the room. opening it you see a ghostface mask and knives which are covered in blood

you'd been frozen for over a minute now, not even realizing the paige was walked into the room. you're full of every emotion, you don't know whether to be disgusted, angry, or what

argument breaks out between the two of you, you're yelling at her and accusing her of killing all of your friends. argument ends with paige pushing you against the wall and pressing her mouth against yours, can't help herself but grind herself against you

she's just so whiney while kissing you and trying to speak to you, telling lies about "nonono, i would never do that, you have to believe me, baby.."

ends up with her hands in your shorts, thrusting her fingers deep inside you as you whine for more. you're gone so fast once her thumb finds your clit, rubbing quick circles against it. she can't help but tease you on how "you're such a slut, cumming on my hands knowing that I killed all your friends? your ex girlfriend? just know i'm better than them, hm?"

her movement doesn't stop either as you whine, staring up at her with tears streaming down your face, from the pleasure? or from knowing she killed all those people? you have no idea

her thumb stays rubbing against your clit that you can't help but cum again and again because of her. after your third orgasm she slaps your cunt just slightly before pulling her hand out of your messy shorts.

"can give me more, can't you? waited so long to get you. had to watch people try so hard for you just for them to end up bleeding to death because of me," she's rambling now as she pulls your shorts down, your cum sticking all over your thighs which makes her laugh. "soaking wet as i'm talking about killing them? 's pathetic, y/n." just muttering to herself like she can't stop

forcing you onto the bed as she falls between your thighs, her tongue pushing deep inside you as you cry and try to pull away from the pleasure. she's pulling you back every time, her arms holding you down as you moan for her to stop and slow down. you feel terrible knowing that you're about to cum on her mouth knowing that she killed all those people.. but you just can't help it, she's so hot and just so good at eating you out

eventually you're begging for her cock, random babbles just coming from you as you plead her for more and how "i won't tell anyone, paige!! p-please just want y-you so bad," you're hiccuping and slurring your words slightly from how intense you're orgasms feel

lowkey got carried away with this but i also imagine you either joining her or leaving her... of course joining her would make her extremely happy but leaving?? she's tracking you down and she will find you

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may i please have a john walker fic :):) i'll take headcanons too love youuu

are we still friends? / john walker

PAIRING: john walker x f!avenger!reader SUMMARY: you and john were friends. just friends... right? WC: 4k A/N: tfatws me would've never thought she'd see the day i write john walker fanfiction; for my one and only friend in sydney who’s moving across the globe in two weeks: a going away present <3 in american english so you can practice for your new home mwah WARNINGS: minors dni 18+, john walker beating the absolute SHIT out of a guy, blood, reader gets shot y'know how it is, graphic depictions of violence, walker being puppy dog lover and guard dog teammate, first time seriously writing for john so forgive me if it's not good!!!, kinda steamy but no smut.

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It starts slow.

It starts with the outstretched hand waiting to help you up from the ground- gloved and firm- but offered to you with a vulnerability and kindness that made you both wipe your hands on your pants after you stood. It starts with your simple reprimanding of Yelena and Ava for taking cheap shots at him concerning his ex-wife and son. It starts with two people who don't realize what they've gotten themselves into until they're beyond the point of no return.

John Walker was a man who had always had friends. Growing up, he rode around on bicycles with the neighborhood kids in his cul-de-sac, flinging their arms in the air while their feet kept on peddling- imaging that they were on top of the world, flying through the air like a flock of birds. In high school, John had had it all- his own clique that looked to him for guidance on their afternoon plans, a girlfriend who hung at his side like a prop in a play about the archetype high school jock.

John Walker had always had friends. John Walker had always been on top of the world.

So why now, on a team like the Avengers, had he never felt so alone?

Well. There was one exception.

You were the glue of the New Avengers: brave, kind, and still maintaining a personality that didn't revolve entirely around death and despair. You were the quickest to warm up to Walker and he to you.

John was a formulaic man, not in monotony but in his predictability. Yes, he had a short temper that had only been stoked by years in the military, but he was also easy to bring back down to Earth. In some ways, John Walker was the most human of the entire group. His life, until he had the serum pumped into his veins was completely... normal. Typical. A Norman Rockwell painting, as Ava put it.

And what does a red-blooded man want more than anything? A companion.

Lord knows he hadn't been looking for one when the two of you met. He was damaged and discarded- a once decorated soldier falling victim to the same fate a million before him had. Though, he couldn't blame the government for what came after: the shattering of his marriage, the pinnacle of fatherhood that he had idolized for so long collapsing under the weight of his own flaws and temperament.

When John first met you, he had barely been able to admit it to himself.

But, then again, what's the saying? 'Misery loves company?'

What had begun with a bond built on surviving, had grown into fondness- late night snack breaks, trips to the store together when no one else would come. From there, you had your own inside jokes, memories, feelings that were separate from the group. John became us. Me became we.

He couldn't pinpoint when it started, when amicable fondness shifted into a desire that far superseded any claim he had to it. But looking back, he suspected it was always there and that scared him...

Haunted him. He had you without trying, gave himself to you without thinking. In a way, by the time he realized it, he was terrified that his own consciousness would get in the way of whatever you had. Whatever golden boy he had been before was gone, tarnished to a cheaply made green wax that stained everything it touched.

John wanted you, god he did, but he couldn't have you - couldn't risk himself destroying the only good thing he had left.

So he did nothing. Being your friend was better than being your enemy... right?

But fuck did you make it hard.

"What's that?"

Your voice carried throughout the kitchen as you leaned against the counter beside him, your arm brushing his. When did your touch become so casual?

"Jam from that market over in Central Park." John replied mid-chew. "Want some?"

Admittedly, when he offered, he hadn't really expected you to say yes. It was just something he did instinctively; that good-boy southern hospitality still stitched into the fabric of his character.

"Yeah, I'll try some."

Handing it over to you, John watched as you raised the slice of toast to your own mouth. It really wasn't anything that the two of you hadn't done before, but as he watched your mouth wrap around the spot that his had just been- your saliva entangled with his- he shifted on his feet. A piece of jam lingered on your lips as you pulled it away.

"Mmm, that's good." You hummed, handing it back to him unfazed. "Make me one?"

Pull it together, John. What are you? Fifteen?

He loosened his shoulders and shrugged, careful to play off as nonchalant. Pulling another slice of bread from the bag, he popped it in the toaster.

"You got it."

John had once considered himself an open book. Once.

Now, he lived in memories. As far as he was concerned, his life was a scrapbook- glorious highlight pages f his best moments, with none of the tragedies in between. It was a persona, albeit flimsy and see-through, that he carried like an emotional shield.

Except when it came to you.

One night, as you made your way down the hallway to your own bedroom, you heard the muffled, distinguishable sound of a child's giggle behind his door. The door had been left ajar and you could see the stretching lights of the television reach into the hallway, almost as if they were inviting you in to watch.

Silently, you leaned against his doorframe and peeked inside.

On the television across from John's bed, a home video played on the screen. A boy, no older than 17 months, sat between Walker's legs, waving an airplane in the air. John fussed with his son, wiping away spit from his chin with the bib as he made airplane noises.

The baby's laughter echoed through the room, the sweet sound of his delighted giggles bringing a silent smile to your face.

Then you heard a throat clear, not from some distant past carried through the television screen, but rather from right beside you where the golden-haired super soldier was slumped in his bed.

"Y'know on Sundays I go see him?" John said. "Olivia's always there.. and I used to get so mad, you know? That she left me and took our son and now I'm the guy who shows up on weekends... but then I saw this new... guy... she's with and I realized, I wasn't mad at her."

You stiffened.

"I'm not..." John said, scratching his beard. It was a noticeable, nervous tick of his that you had committed to memory by now. "I was just so mad at myself for fucking it all up. I couldn't even tell anyone she left me."

John scoffed and took a swig from the beer that was in his hands.

"So, y'know whatever, defend me against them, but they're right." John said, waving his hand towards the door. "I had a choice. They didn't."

Earlier in the evening Bucky had torn into John after a mission gone south. You hated to admit it, but it wasn't different from any other day- the tower was full of individuals with large personalities and even shorter tempers. Though you had often watched the sly remarks run off of John like water, you would be remiss in not realizing that at a certain point the jokes stopped being funny.

On the screen, the video replayed itself, beginning with John's son grabbing at his beard with a jumbled "Dada".

You turned to him.

"John," you sighed. "I'm not going to tell you that you didn't do anything wrong, because you did, but so did the rest of us. The difference between us and the other guys is that we try to be better."

You glanced down the quiet hallway and stepped inside his room.

"Beating yourself up isn't going to change anything. Maybe you weren't the best husband, and you can't change that, but you can still be the kind of guy your son looks up to, right?"

You could tell by the way the light from the television screen reverberated off of his face that his jaw was clenched. But rather than bite back- tell you that you were wrong, that he was past saving- he just nodded and placed the forgotten beer on the nightstand.

He laughed and leaned against the headboard.

"You would've made a better Captain America than me."

As he laid back, his t-shirt rode up his torso, exposing his stomach. Whatever joke you had burning on the tip of your tongue was quickly snuffed out by the view.

As quickly as your brain had malfunctioned, you tore your eyes from his skin, making a mental note to reprimand yourself later for being an absolute pervert.

You cleared your throat.

"Don't mention it." You said, attempting to sound as coy as possible. "I'm uh... I'm going to go to bed now."

You weren't sure what you had expected. Maybe an argument? Maybe a plea for you to stay? But instead, John just nodded and grabbed the remote.

"Night, Y/n."

That had been one week ago.

Now, despite the fondness he held for you, you stopped being John's first pick for partner on missions. You would have been fibbing if you said that it didn't bother you: that John's inability to even look at you as his finger landed on Ava, Bucky, Yelena.. hell even Alexei.. when he picked a teammate didn't drive you absolutely mad.

You couldn't help but take it as an insult. Did he really believe that you were that incompetent? Or did he believe you thought less of him since that night?

It was only because of Bucky's assertion that the current mission could only be done with the two of you that you now stood beside John in sterile hallway.

The mission had been going rather smoothly. For a place with such a valuable item that you were on the hunt for, you had anticipated more guards, but by the second hour of dodging cameras as you raced down an endless maze of hallways, you let your guard down.

Mistake.

John hears the shot- the deafening sound of a minute explosion propelling the bullet from the gun- before he sees the guy.

Before he can react, cover his ears, cover you- John hears the the gasp of air escape your throat as the pullet makes impact with your skin. He watches as it throws you off of your feet and although he feels as if he's swimming, drowning under the weight of what's happening, the instinctive part of his brain that doesn't think: just does, catches you before you fall and shields you.

Bullets ricochet off of the shield, the sound of metal against metal ringing in your ears as your breaths fan one another's faces.

When the bullets stop, John's body reacts before his brain does. Before he realizes what he's doing or you have the chance to stop him, he lets go of you, marks his target and runs. The shield in front of him, he pummels into the guy like a battering ram.

They both fall to the floor, but John's on top. A primal urge crawls up his spine as he grabs the guy's shirt with one hand, pulls back with the other before striking him so hard that it elicits a crunch from his nose. Blood pools from the guy's nostrils but John doesn't stop. A part of him realizes that he's unleashing a flurry of blows against his face, blood pooling around the asshole's broken lip as John heaves and grunts with each swing.

He's been here before. He knows that. But he can't seem to stop; not because he enjoys throwing a punch or watching another man beg for his life- but because he threatened yours.

John was a kind child. He'd help his friend's up when they fell, order two popsicles from the ice cream truck, threaten a bully on his friend's behalf- but he had never been too keen on sharing what was his. Worse, even, was trying to take what was.

He failed Lemar. He failed his wife. He failed his son.

John Walker couldn't afford to fail you.

But like a man just beneath the surface of water, close to the threshold between air and sea, he can hear your muffled voice calling out to him.

"Walker!" You shout, "John!"

When his fists halt, the man beneath him flops back onto the floor, unconscious. Heaving, as if he came up for air, he looks to you and it's like he's rushed back into the present.

Your keeled over against the wall, blood dripping from between your fingers.

John stumbles away from the guy and rushes over to you, pressing his own warm, calloused palm to where the wound permeates your skin.

"Shit!" He curses, "Can you walk?"

You suck in your breath and cringe in pain, but nod.

That wasn't a good enough answer for the super soldier. Sliding his shield into its place on his back, he knelt down and scooped his arms underneath you- one beneath your legs, and the other bracing your back. You're in no position to argue as you wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling yourself to him.

He doesn't heave or groan by the sudden addition of your weight and you have to silence the part of your brain that begs the implications of that discovery. Instead, you pull yourself tighter into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he begins running.

It's only when he starts in the opposite direction, back from where you came, that you question him.

"Where are we going?" You ask. "We didn't get the-"

He huffs as he back himself against a door to open it.

"Forget it!"

John doesn't look at you as he says it and you promptly halt yourself from spurting any further arguments. He has a new mission now.

As Walker runs, you jostle in his arms. You try to hold on- you do. He's the one carrying you. He's the one running for your life as you lay in his arms. But the fluorescent lights begin to blur your vision as your grip loosens and your head grows heavy.

"John?" You sigh, just loud enough for him to hear. "I'm starting to get tired."

He stops for such a brief moment that you almost don't realize it until you feel his grip tighten around your legs and a rumbled breath heave through his chest.

"Stay with me. We're-" He huffs as he kicks through another door, shifting you in his arms. "We're almost out."

You don't say anything as you curl yourself back into his chest, silencing your mind from the burning pain in your stomach and the blood you can feel oozing through the fabric. Instead, you listen to John's breathing like a melodic lullaby.

The last thing you think before your eyes close is that you could've gotten used to this... if only you had had the chance.

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When you woke up a day later in the medbay, he was at your side. Uncharacteristically quiet and brooding, but with you all the same.

When he left the room to grab a drink of water, Bucky told you the John hadn't left your side since the mission had gone south. He had stood guard in the operating theatre the entire time, critiquing the way they stitched you up and nearly having to be tied down when your blood rate plummeted while in surgery.

You were relieved that John hadn't been in the room to see your own blood pressure spike at the revelation.

Instead, John had watched you like a hawk as you healed. Although you were only barred from carrying heavy objects, he wouldn't allow you to lift a single finger. Whether it be grabbing you a snack from the kitchen or changing the thermostat, he was like the most burly, overpowered live-in nurse you had ever seen.

It was endearing really.

Now, after three days, John watches as you sit on your bed, telling some story about the day you and Yelena had had last week. He's not listening, not really. He hums and nods to keep you playing like a record in a distant room, but all he can focus on is your face. The way that John can't really understand how you look so good after years in a team like the Avengers or how you manage to laugh despite the shooting pain that runs through you every time you do. He can't believe there was ever a time when he had looked at that face and felt anything but pure, unadulterated fondness.

He wishes he was listening, but how could he think about Yelena when you're looking at him with that smile?

It's only when you stop and wave your hand in the air that he tunes back into the conversation.

"I..." You huff. "I can't reach down to put my socks on."

And John doesn't say anything, just lifts himself from the doorframe and gestures for you to hand him the socks.

You can't help but stiffen as he kneels between your legs. One of his hands cradles your foot, calloused fingers against smooth skin, as the other slips the sock over it. Despite the mundanity and domesticity that oozes from the feeling of his gentle touch on you, you can't help but feel as if you're doing something wrong. Like you're crossing a boundary that can't be uncrossed.

You have half the mind to tell him to stop- to jokingly shove his head away and assure him that you can take care of yourself.

But when you think of shoving him away, you can almost feel the ghost of the tufts of his golden hair between your fingers as you tug on them. When you try to tell him to stop, your brain lingers on the intoxicating feeling of his fingers brushing your skin.

Before you realize it, your socks are on and John's looking up at you from between your legs. Were his eyelashes always that long? Did he always have hints of red in his beard?

John moves to stand up, bracing himself with one of his hands on your thighs; but as he pulls away: your hand covers his.

Now, you're at an impasse.

John stares down at you, eyes flickering between where your cold hand envelopes his warm one and your own face, staring up at him. John's not sure if you're inches away or millimeters, but he swears he can hear your heart beating through your chest. Or maybe that was his?

You both stay like that for a moment- locked at the gate between what was and what will be- and then it happens.

John's hand slips from yours, but before you can protest, argue, beg him to stay- those same hands are cradling your face and guiding it to his own like a man stranded in the middle of desert and you're water. His lips are on yours in an instant.

When your brain finally gets the message that you're kissing him, your hands rush to his hoodie, pulling him closer. A groan escapes his throat at the contact as one of John's hands slips behind you to brace himself onto the bed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You're kissing him. You're kissing John fucking Walker. He's in your room, your space, laying you back on the bed not roughly, but not gentle either. You can feel it: the hesitation in his touch, the hitch in his breath as he lips meet yours for more... he wants to treat you like glass. He does. He wants to make you feel like mist between his fingers, but he's been waiting for this for so long. John's sorry. He is. But he can't help himself.

When your back meets your comforter, your hands are already in his hair. One knee lays between your legs, keeping his entire weight from bearing on top of you, as his hand grips the sheet beside your head.

When John pulls away for air, you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling him back. And that's when you hear the sound that'll fog your brain the remainder of your nights- the choked groan that tumbles off of his tongue and into your waiting mouth.

And that should be the moment that it happens- that the water braces against the dam, rushing against its walls too fast, so quickly that the walls fall down, releasing everything that's been held back- but then the intercom announces the arrival of your teammates.

And John considers for a moment what would happen if the two of you just kept going; if he kept his lips at home on yours as his hands ran up and down your thighs, memorizing the feeling of your soft skin against his. But then he looks down at you, the blissed out smile on your face, the way your pupils are shot as you stare up at him and he knows he can't risk ruining whatever this is on impulse.

Call him old-fashioned but it's real, raw, and pure and he won't let you slip from his fingers.

So John rolls himself off of you. He groans as he does it- not because he's straining a muscle, but because it hurts him to do it and he can't help but express it physically.

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, coming down from the adrenaline high of seconds earlier- now replaced by the fear that you had done something wrong. That you had acted too quickly, too rashly, had forced the barrier of what the two of you were and now that friendship and everything you did, and could have had, had faded away like the moan that fell from his lips moments before.

John's running his hands through his now tussled hair, huffing as he straightens it into some semblance of normalcy that the others- because that was the team was to him, you two and the others- wouldn't catch. But then your voice cracks.

"Did I..." You begin, pulling yourself up. "Did I do something wrong?"

And you hate the way it comes out of your mouth. It's desperate and needy but your head's still spinning and it's not like either of you can hide your feelings anymore. You could still taste him on your tongue.

John blinked a few times.

"What?" He asked, sobering himself from your kiss. "Fuck. No, I just.. I don't want to mess this up."

And it's the rare seriousness that shines through his features that makes you smile, knowing that despite the man in front of you- war torn, bruised, aged- he's like a kid with a crush.

"Embarrassed of me, Walker?" You ask.

You nudge him in the side and laugh, and John swears it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

He only shakes his head and huffs out a chuckle.

"Funny."

"Walker! Y/l/n!" Alexei called from the common area. "We have returned with dinner! Come eat before it is cold!"

"C'mon." John said, pushing himself off of the bed and reaching out his hand for yours.

"What about us?" You asked, taking his hand. "Are we still friends?"

In the same breath that he pulls you to your feet, face now inches from yours, John just shakes his head and smirks.

"Yeah right." He said, hand laid on your lower back as he ushered you to the door. "Let's be honest, we were never friends."

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To my lovely bestie, rhea @reythenerdypisces!! i hope this is okay!! thank you for all the support in my writing- i hope you have the best time in london. sydney's not as bright without you. i miss you already <3

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@what-about-wendy hiiiiii, you're also low-key like my sister. ilysm and just remember that im always here for you :))

@svnflowermoon you have the coolest blog in the world. ily

@lucinda-008 holaaaaaaa te amo. no sé si te das cuenta, pero HE ESTADO APRENDIENDO ESPAÑOL y no sé si la gramática es correcta. sorry that's cringe, just wanted to show you :))

@dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies hi, ily! you're so awesome

@dumbass-lesbian hii. although we don't really talk anymore, i love you sm

@astraeasparrow ily. i find you so cool

@silly-mirrorball HIHI, YOURE JUST SPECIAL, OK? LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT. YOURE JUST PERFECTION. ILY

@atwtmvftvtvsgavralpss you spam me like, every day and i love you for that!

@holdmyteaplease we don't talk anymore, like at all, but i still love you and unfortunately, i can't find my wip i was meant to send you 😔😔

[risingshine]

"Hey, Iyana." Ava's just gonna wrap her wings around her fellow nerd from behind and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I love youuu!"

"H-Hi Iyana! WAit, no- Ava! Hi Ava!" Clearly the words left her in a bit of a mess - she was close to curling up in the fetal positon. "...Love you too-"

[piratekane]

so I was re-reading ‘can I get your house key?’ For like the nth time cause it’s just a perfect piece of fluff & feels and noticed for the first time that the chapter where Ava goes on her date is titled after Mr Brightside lyrics!

How have I just noticed that?! It adds to the amazingness of the chapter and how much thought went into it!! (brain implode) Thank youuu ❤️

That was very much intentional so I am so glad you picked up on that. Who doesn't love a good Mr. Brightside reference?

(Also, thank you for the kind words. They're very much appreciated :D)

[awoogayanderes]

HAPPY NEW YEAR TERRA !!! <33 rmbr that i love you lots

HAPPY NEW YEAR AVA <333

take care ml, love youuu :3

[cosmicangst]

Book asks 12, 13, 15, 24?

thank youuu anon

12. any books that disappointed you?

already answered!

13. what were your least favorite books this year?

(1) the house in the pines by ana reyes: the most boring thriller i've ever read with a twist that was like "well that's a choice"

(2) the wolf and the woodsman by ava reid: bless the heroine and the worldbuilding but im not a fan of enemies-to-lovers romances that are rooted from an oppressor/oppressed dynamic (at least not the way it was handled here)

(3) never say duke by erica ridley: insta-love and the characters are exaggerated and tropey in a non-fun way

(4) texas destiny by lorraine heath: been reading a lot of old-fashioned romances courtesy of my grandma's huge collection and giving them a fair shot. this would've been sweet if not for the fact that the hero was a confederate soldier, which is like unavoidable really in this niche of western romance. but i don't have enough brain cells to be gracious about it

15. did you read any books that were nominated for or won awards this year, and what did you think of them?

legends and lattes by travis baldree (nominated for a hugo): this was sweet with a cute mini queer romance and was pleasantly disarming in how it handled its conflicts. a solid palate cleanser and comfort read but personally not something i'd revisit

24. did you dnf anything? why?

not this year!

ask me about my books this year!

[flonkertn]

HI AVA!! 💞💞 how are you ml

HI LOVELY 💕💕 this is so cute omg 🫶

i’ve been doing really well recently actually! i love my friends and my family. my only problems are i have such little time to write and i miss it so much :(

the other thing is this BOY (calling him a boy bc he’s acting 10 years old), i won’t explain everything bc it’s a lot but we have so much history even though we’ve never dated and this weekend some stuff happened and it was just a slap in the face so that’s really upset me ☹️

anywayanyway, how are youuu! not had much time to interact on here and i miss everyone so much 💔

[guernseythecow]

I'd love to!!

*Guernsey smiled at Pepper, happy to be recognized. He loved raising the bunnies, loved watching them grow up and move into brand new homes where they were loved; it made him feel honoured that the little sweethearts remembered him after they were all grown up. He carefully extended his arms to let Pepper into his hold,*

Hi sweetie!! Lookit how big you've gotten!! Oooh, I bet Ava and Raz take such good care of youuu..

Ava!! Hi!!

I'm sorry to drop by on such short notice, but I wanted to come make sure you were okay!! Its been a little while since I've seen you.. I plan to crochet you a little something later, but, for now, I brought you these!!

*Guernsey carefully presented a bouquet of lavender, white lilies, and pink lilies.*

Oh, Guernsey! It's so good to see you, feels like it's been ages! Don't worry, I'm doing just fine now! Raz has been making sure I'm not overdoing it.

*She stared at the bouquet for a moment, stunned that he got her something so thoughtful. Carefully, she took it into her hands and smiled at him warmly.*

Thank you...I don't know what to say. It's beautiful..! How did you know these are some of my favorite flowers?

[theworldofotps]

Eight Months Ago

Pairing: HOOK x Reader Word Counter: 5242 Description: Eight months ago Tyler did one of the hardest things he’s ever done.

Slight angst(?), fluff, little hints of smut and some sad (sorta?)

A massive thank you @omg-im-such-a-masochist babes your support, ideas and just everything is always so appreciated. This wouldn’t have been possible or turned out the way it did without your help. Love youuu xx

I really hope you guys enjoy this it’s a little long x (I also hope it makes sense because I’ve edited it so many damn times) _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ Taz hesitated outside his son’s locker room, normally he wouldn’t think twice about knocking but lately Tyler seemed like he was on the edge. He wasn’t sure when it had all started, but he had a few faint ideas, one he could for sure almost bet was a big part of the reason. After another brief pause, he knocked and waited for the okay to step inside.

“Who is it?”

“Your father.”

“..Come on in.”

Pushing the door open, Taz closed it behind him and leaned against the wall his arms crossed as he eyed his son. Tyler was laid out on the couch, an arm covering his eyes and the other lying across his stomach, he hadn’t even changed out of his gear yet.

“Sit up we need to have a talk.”

“Can’t this wait till later?”

“No, no it can’t.”

Waiting until he was sat up and his attention was focused on his dad, Taz sat on the only other chair in the room. Rubbing his hand over his chin he took the time to really look at his kid, he had dark circles under his eyes. His hair was even wilder than usual and not because of having just finished a match. Taz had started to notice the slight differences in him, and to be frank he was getting worried.

“Look son.”

Taz started slowly trying to figure out the best way to go about this situation, he figured coming right out was best.

“I don’t know what’s been going on lately, but we really need to discuss whatever it is that has you feeling or acting the way you’ve been.”

“Nothing is going on I’m just a little tired.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it come on Ty I wasn’t born yesterday; you know you can talk to me about anything. But for the last couple of months, you haven’t been yourself. You show up late for training, you hardly return any calls to anybody or when the guys invite you out you always decline. Your matches are still amazing, it seems the only time you’re really yourself is when you’re in the ring. Maybe it’s because it comes like second nature I don’t know. But what I do know is something ain’t right and it seems like it hasn’t been for a while.”

“I’m fine dad really just a lot on my mind but it’s nothing. We’ve been traveling a lot and it’s finally catching up.”

Taz eyed him for a few minutes then spoke once again this time with more caution.

“How long has it been since Double or Nothing?”

“Eight months give or take.”

Nodding, he stood and walked over patting his shoulder then made his way over to the door Taz knew his gut feeling was probably right.

“Well, if you do want to talk, I’m here remember that please.”

“I will dad thanks.”

Tyler said and flopped back down on the couch resuming his previous position, Taz watched him for another moment before leaving the room. Pulling out his phone he scrolled to the bottom of his contacts and hovered over the call button before clicking dial. Listening to it ring he walked away from Tyler’s locker room and headed for the parking lot. This was a long shot but like he’d told Tyler, he knew his kid and he’d bet money that the thing making him behave this way would be on the other end of the phone call.

“Taz?”

“Hey firefly it’s good to hear from you again, listen I know it’s been a while since we chatted last, but I really need your help.?

*Eight months ago*

“Ty wait stop you’re going to drop me!”

Taz followed the sound of laughter and made his way to where the ring was being set up. Chuckling, he crossed his arms watching as Tyler carried Y/n around the barricade that was set up.

“Oh, come on you know I’d never drop you baby just hold on tight.”

Tyler chuckled back to her as he walked around a barricade and then started jumping up the stairs. The sound of Y/n’s screams being muffled as she pressed her face against his shoulder. 

“Be careful Tyler you have a match tomorrow last thing we need is you getting injured because you tripped going up the stairs. And we don’t want y/n getting hurt either.”

Taz called out and made his way down the ramp towards the ring, Tyler huffed but turned and walked back down the steps. Y/n still held tightly on his back as they made their way over to stand with him.

“I wouldn’t drop my girl she’s safe as could be.”

“Not the point son.”

“Thank you, Taz.”

Y/n said slipping off Tyler’s back and adjusting the HOOK shirt she was wearing a grin on her face.

“You’re welcome, you two look just the way you did when you were fifteen and making your way around the arenas waiting for me to finish a match.”

“Except this time, she’s mine and I don’t have to worry about her leaving me for an older man.”

Tyler teased causing Y/n to gasp shoving his shoulder as she crossed her arms.

“I didn’t leave you for another man I just wanted an autograph from Stone Cold and you were busy munching your chips while sucking your juice box.”

Y/n said as Tyler took her hand kissing the back of it lightly then kissed her lips chuckling afterwards.

“When I found her, she was busy drooling over him clutching the photo to her chest listening to him ramble about whatever.”

“I was not drooling!”

“Okay children okay it’s getting late Tyler needs to get some rest for the show tomorrow you can argue about this another time. Head back to the hotel and no funny business I mean it he needs to get a good night sleep.”

“Yes dad.”

Taz watched as the two walked off whispering and giggling as they went, he loved seeing his son so happy and the fact it was with someone who was already treated like family because of his connection with her uncle was just the cherry on top.

*Present* Pushing the hotel room door open Tyler threw his bag on the floor and made his way over for a quick shower. He was ready to just get clean and lay in his bed the exhaustion from his match was finally settling in. He was more than glad he didn’t have anything to do tomorrow so he could just keep to himself. Digging through his bag for a clean pair of pajama bottoms he walked into the bathroom showering and getting ready for bed. Plugging his phone in, he shut the light off, laying down on the bed and waited for his vision to get adjusted to the dark.

He still wasn’t completely used to sleeping by himself even after eight months alone, the bed always seemed much colder without her there. Tyler couldn’t help but shut his eyes tightly, the image of her drifted through his mind as it did almost every night. He couldn’t help playing that last scene back repeatedly like he always did. Sure, he may have been the one to bring this all upon himself, sure he knew that he could have gone about things a different way. But it was too late to try and change the past, now all he could do was unwillingly dwell on it.

*Eight months ago* Tyler rubbed a hand over his face as he sat on the bed, he was supposed to be resting up but he couldn’t help it. What he was about to do was making it impossible for him to go to sleep. Hopefully once it was finished, he’d be able to just push everything off and maybe things would go back to semi normal.

“Hi babe, I’m back sorry it took so long but Renee wanted help deciding on some outfits for the show next week.”

Y/n called out as she closed the hotel door behind her, making her way to the bedroom after removing her coat and shoes. Spotting Tyler she frowned softly and made her way over to the bed slowly.

“Hey are you okay?”

Tyler shook his head and got off the bed. He needed to have a little space between them before he did this. Swallowing back the nervousness he took a moment to collect himself, letting a neutral bored look settle on his features then turned back to her. Y/n the girl who meant more to him then anyone else, his light in this fucked world. They’d known each other all their lives and yet over the course of the time they were dating, his feelings hit fast.

“Look I know this is sudden and out of nowhere but I just I don’t think this is going to work out anymore. And by this, I mean us. I’ve given it some thought and there’s not really any point in letting it drag on. It’s better if we just end on good terms as friends or whatever.”

Tyler glanced over, seeing the shock on her face and the tears welling up in her eyes as he spoke. He knew this was going to devastate her, but he needed out. He couldn’t handle all this emotion and feeling, everything else that came with having a serious stable relationship.

Y/n stared at him and swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to process everything he was saying. He was right this had come out of nowhere, she thought that they were doing amazing at the present time in their relationship. Sure, they had spats like every couple, but they always managed to work through them in the end.

“Where is this coming from? We’ve been together for nearly eight months. What changed, what went wrong? What did I do to make you feel like you needed to end this?”

“You didn’t do anything there’s no point trying to explain it I just know that it’s best to end things where they are before one of us ends up getting hurt…worse.”

“I thought you loved me. How can you say you love someone then go and do this without giving me a real reason as to why. I don’t want to lose you Ty please baby there has to be something we can do to work this out.”

“We’ll always be friends you won’t lose me completely this is just for the best; I do love you Y/n..in a way but I just know we can’t continue this it has to be over. I got you another room, so you don’t have to go to the airport this late.”

Grabbing the new key, he held it out looking at the wall to avoid watching the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. Tyler knew she was hurting but he couldn’t let this relationship go on and it was best that she hated him for now then for things to continue as they were. In the end he was worried about breaking her even worse.

Sniffling Y/n stood up and quickly went about gathering her stuff, Tyler watched her pack everything. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. He wanted more than anything to stop her, but he knew he couldn’t. When she had everything, she went to the door stopping with her hand on the knob just hoping he would change his mind. Sure, she could yell and scream but the thing she wanted most was for him to be happy. And if ending their relationship was going to make him happy then she wasn’t going to stop that. Walking out she closed the door behind her, leaving Tyler alone with the memories and a empty feeling in his chest.

*Present* Y/n stared at the tickets that laid on the table in front of her in an envelope. After the call she received from Taz a few days ago she was dumbfounded. She couldn’t understand why he would want her to fly all the way out to Chicago because Tyler wasn’t acting himself. She hadn’t seen or spoken to him since the night she left his hotel room. After having her cousin grab the few things, she had at his apartment she hadn’t had any contact with him. Of course, she had asked after him and even tried to send a text, but it failed to deliver.

Taz had told her he couldn’t figure out what else to do, Tyler wasn’t talking to him like he normally would. He wasn’t talking to anyone or being himself, and this was the last thing Taz could think of. Tyler and Y/n had been close as could be even before they dated so he was hoping that she could help. 

Honestly as much as she loved Taz and wanted to do this for him, she couldn’t just forget about all the hurt and anger she had felt at the way Tyler ended things between them. He couldn’t even be decent enough to give her a straight answer as to why he was breaking up with her. She’d spent weeks and months afterwards trying to think of what could have gone wrong and she kept coming up blank. 

“Tyler made his choice he obviously didn’t want me there anymore, he ended things between us why should I care if he isn’t acting right?”

Standing she felt all that old anger coming back to the surface as she stared down at those tickets.  “I really think he needs you Y/n”

Taz had told her; she had never heard that desperate tone in his voice before and knew that he must be really worried about Tyler.

“If he really needed me then he never should have left.”

Y/n turned her back on the envelope and made her way into the bathroom to have a hot bath. Maybe she would know what to tell Taz after spending some more time thinking. The flight was for tomorrow evening. Slipping into the hot bath y/n rested her head back on a towel, her eyes closing as the water gently swirled around her. She couldn’t help her mind wandering when she closed her eyes, thinking about Tyler brought back memories that she tried her hardest to keep buried in the back of her mind.

*A year ago* “Ty what if we get caught by someone?”

“We won’t baby, nobody ever comes down this it’s too far in the arena so we’re safe.”

Tyler whispered holding Y/n’s hand as they made their way down a dark hallway. He had just finished a match and despite still being in the arena; Tyler needed her now. He just couldn’t wait until they got back to the hotel. Stopping short Tyler turned pressing her against the wall, Y/n gasped at the contact of cold cement seeping through her shirt making her shiver as his warm body covered hers. Tyler’s lips met hers in a hungry kiss, his fingers pressing into the skin of her hips, Y/n let out a soft moan as he rocked into her. 

“Been thinking of doing this all-day angel ever since we got out of bed this morning.”

“Ty please I need.”

“Shh I know baby just be a good girl and wait. I’ll give you just what you need.”

He kissed across her jaw and down her neck, his hands slipping under her shirt touching as much skin as he could. Her nipples pebbled under his touch and soft moans fell from her lips as he worked them between his fingers. Tyler couldn’t help the smirk that covered his lips at the sounds she was making.

“As much as I love playing with your tits my dad will be looking for us soon.”

He chuckled softly before yanking her pants down to her knees a soft gasp falling from her.

“Fuck you’re already wet for me and I’ve barely done anything.”

He whispered in her ear as he rubbed her core through the new panties he just bought her. Y/n whimpered and whined as he pushed the fabric to the side. Pulling his own shorts down he fisted his cock stroking it a few times before slowly sliding into her. Y/n moaned head falling back as he laced their fingers together, rocking his hips forward.

“So, fucking tight.”

He hissed giving her just a few moments to adjust to his size before he pulled out thrusting back in.

“I love you Ty baby so much.”

Y/n cried out her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved in and out of her, Tyler’s eyes met hers a gleam of happiness in them.

“I love you too starfish, forever.”

*Present day* Wiping the tears away Y/n huffed and reached over grabbing her phone sending a quick message to Taz.

‘I’ll be there tomorrow evening.’ ~ Taz watched the flights flash across the board, she should be off the plane and walking over to the baggage claim any moment now.  Looking around Taz smiled mover making his way over when he finally spotted her, waiting till she grabbed her suitcase and turned around.

“Taz!”

“Hey firefly it’s so good to see you kiddo!”

Hugging her tightly he kissed the top of her head and grabbed her suitcase offering his arm for her as they made their way through the airport.

“Thanks again for coming Y/n I know that things haven’t been good between you twos but I’m worried and nothing else is working.”

“Are you sure he’s going to want to see me?”

“Honestly yes I do. You should have seen the way he was after you left, I don’t know why he ended things, but he was a mess afterwards. He doesn’t know that I heard him every time I passed his room or went to his door. I’ve told him more than once that breaking it off with you was stupid but he’s a grown ass adult. Here we go let’s get in and head for the arena he has a match tonight, so we’ll keep you hidden until afterwards.” 

“What are we going to do if he gets mad and tells me to leave?”

“If you knew how miserable he’s been for the last eight months or so especially these the last few weeks even. I think seeing you would be more than good for him even if he doesn’t want to admit it. Maybe the two of you could finally talk and you can find out why things ended the way they did. If he really doesn’t, well then you can explore Chicago for a few days before going home. Or there is a ticket for tomorrow.”

“Yeah, having some closure would be really nice if I’m honest.”

“Closure yeah.”

Taz nodded holding the door for her to get in the car and walked around getting in the driver side.  Nodding y/n went silent for a moment she had tried to figure out once again why he had left but she couldn’t and unless Tyler told her she would never know. That was another reason why she had eventually agreed to come all the way out here.

Taz really was hoping that this would be good on both ends for the two of them. Making the drive to the arena they talked about a bunch of different topics, the closer they got the more nervous Y/n became. Yes, she had always hoped to see Tyler again, but didn’t think she would. Y/n also hoped she’d be able to keep her cool when she seen him. But part of her couldn’t help arguing that he deserved her anger after all. 

Parking the car, they slipped in through a back door and made their way down a couple hallways. Opening a door that was labeled HOOK, Taz stepped inside setting her case down and stepped to the side so she could enter. 

“I have Tyler in my locker room for now he won’t be in here until after his match if you need me at all just send me a text. Here’s the remote, and this is the wifi password I’ll talk with you soon, sorry to rush but I need to get to commentary.”

Watching him leave, y/n looked around and sat down she couldn’t believe she was here again. Turning the tv on she searched for the channel that would play Dynamite. She hadn’t seen one of Tyler’s matches in a few months, so she was intrigued to see where his storyline was... 

When his music hit Y/n’s breath hitched as she waited and then there he was, Taz was right he wasn’t himself. The rest of the world may not be able to tell very well but she could she knew Tyler better than she did anyone. Or at least she had, that’s why she was hoping he would be willing to see her tonight. The expression on his face and the lifelessness in his eyes. Shaking her head Y/n focused her attention on the screen watching as the match played out he was still just as fantastic as he’d always been. 

“Come on Tyler.”

She whispered and smiled when he got the pin, Tyler stood up lifting his title then slipped out of the ring. 

‘He’s on his way back just give it a few moments, good luck kiddo text if you need something’

‘Okay thank you’

Putting her phone on silent Y/n stood up and took a few breaths to calm herself down as she waited. When the door handle turned, she prepared herself and watched the door swing inward. His head was down so he didn’t see her right away until she spoke.

“Hello Tyler.”

Tyler’s head shot up quickly, he blinked rubbing the back of his head okay he must have been hit in the head too many times. Either he was hallucinating or Y/n was actually right in front of him.

“Y/n? What are you? Is it really you? How are you in my dressing room? What are you doing here?”

“Your father got ahold of me he said you haven’t been yourself lately and was hoping I could help somehow.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulders biting her lip as she watched him the door finally shut closing them in together. 

“And you came here just for that? I didn’t think..I mean after everything I wouldn’t have expected you too.”

“Well, I hadn’t really planned on it at first but I was hoping for some closure but yeah, he said he thought you really needed me. And well I have some of my own reasons.”

Of course, it was his dad that got ahold of her, the thing he’d wanted to do for weeks and couldn’t bring himself to.

“What’s going on Ty, what’s the matter with you?”

Hearing that nickname sent a wave of sadness over him and a lump in his throat he had to swallow around. Tyler ran a hand through his hair, an action that was all too familiar to y/n he walked over until she was in arms reach. 

“Feels like everything is crumbling around me I can barely sleep; I just feel so lost and I can’t seem to catch a break mentally.”

He mumbled as his eyes ran over her features, he couldn’t believe that she was actually in front of him right now.

“Have you ever felt like everything around you was just fine? The world in your immediate vicinity is doing rather well.  But for you internally, mentally whatever it feels like nothing will ever be right again, and you can’t block out the world completely, so you just try to ignore it.”

Nodding her head slowly as she listened to him speak Y/n watched his expression.

“Yeah honestly I have, still do at times. How long has it been like this?”

“The night after Double or Nothing, when I…broke things off between us it was hard for a while then I thought it was getting better. But it wasn’t nothing has been good since that night and it’s just getting to be too much at this point.”

Y/n felt her heart break at the vulnerability in his voice. If there was one thing that never changed it was the way she always responded to his emotions. She wanted so badly to reach out and hug him, but she couldn’t bring herself to. The feelings of hurt and anger were still welling up inside of her.

“Before I do my best to try and help you, I need to know something. Why did you end things Tyler? If things are so bad, why did you end it between us? And I want the real reason because after talking to your dad I’m starting to believe what you were spewing before wasn’t the whole reason. We were doing amazing at least I thought we were, and even the six months before that when you were training a lot. But then suddenly, it’s not working? I want the truth. I at least deserve that.”

Y/n said and searched his face she wanted to know, she needed to know the real reason. Needed to know the reason that caused her to lay awake at night, her tears falling on her pillow as she tried to think of what she did or said that made him leave.

“I told you already we just couldn’t-.”

“Don’t lie to me Tyler and tell me the truth and I mean the whole truth!”

Y/n snapped and cupped his face making him look at her and not allowing him to break eye contact. The feeling of his skin against hers still sent a spark through her but she ignored it.

“Before I was your girlfriend, I was one of your best friends, we knew each other better than we knew ourselves. And we almost always knew when the other was lying and that is what you’re doing. Now why did you leave me? Why did you end things between us when they were going so well? You just dropped me, Tyler. Like I was nothing. Like our whole relationship was nothing.”

She said letting him go and paced the floor in front of him she didn’t mean to snap but she couldn’t help herself. She was pissed, and still hurt. Swallowing she blinked back the tears and continued.

“Instead of being a man and talking to me about whatever was wrong you just tossed me to the side and didn’t even have the decency to try and fight for what we had. You may not have cared or thought I deserved a reason, but I do. I just want to know.”

“Because I was scared Y/n. You’re right, you know me better than anyone and you know that fear is not something I feel too often but when it came to our relationship, I was scared shitless. My feelings got too real, too intense so fast and I didn’t know how to handle it, so I just swept it all under the rug and ran.”

Tyler admitted, his head dropping, he didn’t know what else to say but he knew she had every right to know. It felt good being able to admit this to her and he didn’t know why the hell he hadn’t done it sooner. Then again, he’d grown up a lot during their time apart and realized that just because his feelings seemed to be too much too fast that it was okay.

“I’m sorry, I truly am I wanted to reach out to you a couple months after I wanted to make things better, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I know it doesn’t seem like I cared, especially with the way I went about everything, but I did. I loved you more than I ever had another person. You were everything to me. I wasn’t emotionally mature enough to handled everything. I know that’s not an excuse either but I’m laying it all out like you want.”

He was not used to being vulnerable and hated how it made him feel but maybe letting this all out would be the start of him getting back to normal. He knew that Y/n didn’t owe him anything so to say he was completely surprised when she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly was an understatement. Tyler’s arms wound around her waist and held her just as tightly to him and felt like he could finally breathe for the first time in a long time. 

Y/n wasn’t sure how long they stood together like that just the two of them holding each other tightly but it felt good. Tears slid down her cheeks as she held onto him, this was something she’d been dreaming of. The relief of finally knowing it wasn’t anything she did, the anger knowing if he would have just come to her about everything they could of worked on it together. The sadness of all the time they had lost whirled around inside her. But for the time being she pushed it away and just focused on the fact she was getting to hold him again. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this again.”

Tyler mumbled into her neck and reluctantly loosened his grip so he could look at her.

“Probably as badly as I’ve wanted to, I can’t believe that all this time.”

“I know I’m really sorry.”

Taking his hand Y/n pulled him to sit beside her on the couch and rubbed his hand that was still clasped between hers. Tyler shook his head and leaned back against the cushions a soft smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here, how long for?”

“Well, we weren’t sure how this was going to go so I have two tickets one for tomorrow and the other is four days from tomorrow.”

“Would you be willing to keep the second one, I really think we need to sit down and talk all of this out more.”

“I wouldn’t have come all this way if I didn’t think that we could talk afterwards if you were willing. So yes lets get your stuff together and head somewhere maybe we could get some food because you really look like you need something to eat after that match.”

“You watched?”

“Yes, I always used to love watching your matches and I haven’t seen any in a while, so you have a lot to catch me up on.”

Tyler’s smile widened as he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, he knew this didn’t fix anything, but he still couldn’t help himself. They gathered their suitcases and made their way out of the arena to the parking lot where his rental car was. While putting their suitcases in the backseat Y/n sent a quick text to Taz then climbed in the passenger seat.

‘Going to get something to eat and then talk with him we have a lot we need to deal with’

Taz pulled his phone out since it was a commercial break and smiled as he read over the message sending a reply wishing her the best of luck and then sent one to Tyler.

‘If it works out treat her right this time boy don’t let your fear get in the way of what or rather who you love most.’

*Seen*

[thatstraygurl]

If any of you ever feel inadequate I just want you to know that I just failed at boiling a fucking egg. Y'all are not the inadequate ones here 😂

[mary-games-and-arts]

I'm on a mission to make as many people's sonas/AvA/M oc's on wb fox to (at least) make them smile through their askbox!!

I have nothing to say other than please ignore that you have 9 fingers instead of 10 imagine that the last finger on the right was merged with another like it's totally a stylistic choice i swear/j

Enjoy!

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I LOVE IT!!! THANK YOUUU!!! <333

[samsoleil]

T^T thank you I am obsessed with them,,

okay okay so. homeschooled au. essentially, sam and dean were homeschooled by john and now they're codependent (surprise surprise). let's pick up (more or less) where we left off, huh?

Sammy doesn't know how to freaking talk to people. Actually, correction: Sam talks to people like people talk in books, like people talk on TV. Dean swears, every time he meets someone new he has the same routine. This bubbly, "Hi, how are you?" that they saw in a TV show in Michigan, "I'm Sam, and this is Dean" from a book he read in Wisconsin, and that's about it.

It's still new, seeing people. But he's getting better every day, pausing for less and less time, and sure, he still hides behind Dean a lot of the time, but he's still small enough that all the moms coo like the news presenters when they see something cute. Dean's been watching the news in the cafes they go to, trying to figure out how to say "I'm sorry, he's shy" the way they do in Nevada, which is where they are now. Dean's not the biggest fan of talking, gets tired as hell afterwards, but he can fumble his way through a conversation with the waitstaff without adopting that deer-in-the-headlights look Sam gets when they go off-script.

The only people they really need to talk to are each other, and Sam and Dean manage that just fine.

Once Dean's finished ordering for them (the waitress asks if he's from out of town and he names the nearest city he knows, but she doesn't call him out on the accent, so he must be doing a pretty good job), he turns back to Sam, seated unhappily on the bench across from him, intently reading the menu.

"Sammy," Dean calls, and Sam looks up.

"It's Sam," he says, routine.

Dean raises an eyebrow and fans his fingers, palm facing Sam, tilting his hand from left to right. Sam's nose crinkles, then scrunches his mouth to the side and cocks his head towards the kitchens.

And yeah, Dean feels the same way. It's not the safest, going around in public like this, but they've gotta eat somehow. It's been two weeks since they were meant to meet back up with Dad, and every day has left Sam feeling more and more anxious. But they're being careful. They know how Dad usually evades people, CPS and the police and those hunters that they met with Sam was 7, and they've bastardised it into their own version. Two steps forward, one step back.

Sam asks him how he's doing, the same fanning motion, and Dean copies Sam, who softly kicks him under the table. Dean exaggerates his response, groaning in pain and reaching underneath to rub his knee, and Sam rolls his eyes but he's smiling, just slightly, so Dean calls that a win.

God, he doesn't know the last time Sammy smiled. It’s a scary thing to think, that Sam just stopped smiling one day and Dean didn’t even notice. Sammy looks the same as he always has, until Dean actually looks and realises that he’s grown older without him realising. And it's awful, but whenever Dean looks at Sam, he pictures the way he looked in that motel room. Not when Dean walked in, but after, when Dean told him they were leaving and Sam looked at him like he'd discovered the holy grail, or something. Dean sees it superimposed on top of him, all Sam's ugly crying made beatific by that relief, the rush Dean had felt when he saw it.

(He'd fallen apart after Sammy fell asleep, still curled up in his arms and so, so small. He'd felt something break, leaving him doubled over and aching, burying his face in Sam's soft hair and just breathing him in, warmth and life and Sammy. Dean's never been so scared. He hopes he never has to feel that scared again.)

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Dean huffs out a breath and starts tapping his pointer finger against the table, and Sam glares.

"Sleeping ugly?" Dean asks, and Sam rolls his eyes, all attitude.

"I slept just fine, thank you," he says, and they both know it's a lie. "You should- you should be more patient."

And that's when Dean knows something's wrong, because Sammy was the one to pick that one. He read about the cardinal virtues in one of Bobby's books, and spent the next weeks cajoling Dean in Latin.

"Temperantia," Dean says, "Dude, what gives?"

Sam gestures that he doesn't want to talk about it, but that's not an option at the moment, sorry, kiddo. Sam pulls a bitchface, which quickly disappears when Dean widens his eyes, looking over Sam's shoulder, and Sam wriggles around in his seat to see their pancakes making their way towards them.

"Alrighty, then!" their waitress, Isabelle, says brightly. "I've got one vanilla with fruit and one choc chip."

Dean nods his head towards Sam. "That one's vanilla."

"Thank you," Sam says with careful precision as the waitress places the plate down in front of them.

Dean watches the lady serving them bite her lip to hide a smile.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she says, and Dean looks at Sam to see his mouth shaping the words.

"Thanks," Dean says, and she gives him a warm nod before leaving.

When she's gone, Sam takes a large enough bite of his pancake that he has a reason for not answering. And Dean's stomach is growling, so he guesses they're eating first. Except neither of them have ever been any good at eating slowly, and this is the first meal they’ve had since yesterday night, so this won’t stop Dean for long. Plus, Dean’s rushing.

“Sibling tax,” he says, claiming an apple slice from Sam’s plate. Sam sighs around his mouthful, and Dean will never admit it, but fruit goes ridiculously well with choc chip pancakes, what the hell.

When he’s finished, he places his knife and fork in the centre of the plate, like they do in those cooking shows, and he waits for Sam to be done. It doesn’t take long, and then Sam is pushing away his plate in favour of fidgeting, hands half forming nonsensical words and phrases. Colours, how are you, storm, guest, storm. Dean just waits. Temperantia.

Finally, Sam confesses. “I’m practicing.”

“Practicing what, talking? Sammy, you know how to talk.”

“With you,” Sam says, but the emphasis on the ‘you’ is just slightly off and yeah, okay, maybe the kid does need to practice. “I can’t- I can’t talk to anyone else.”

“And practicing with me helps?”

“It tells,” Sam says with a shrug.

“I don’t have a tell,” Dean protests.

“You do.”

“I don’t!”

“Do.”

“Don’t!”

“Do.”

“Well, then, what is it, Mr Pokerface?”

Sam’s hand curves sadness into the air, and Dean isn’t as hungry anymore. Because, fine, Dean blames himself. Dad brought it up all the time, how difficult it was to teach him how to read, how long it took him to talk. And he’s just fine at it now - yeah, it’s tiring, but that’s because nobody else is as smart as Sam, so every conversation just goes so slowly - but Sam, for all that he’s the biggest geek Dean has ever met, has always found it harder to talk with people that aren’t Dean. Even when he was talking with Dad, half the time he’d be restarting the same sentence until it came out the way he wanted it to.

And Dean knows that he’s the reason why. Because for all his life, he’s been so caught up in talking with Sam that he’s never thought about Sam talking with anyone else.

“It’s not your fault,” Sammy says, “Practice makes perfect. I’m a quick learner.”

The kid’s got a point, because Dean’s pretty sure he knows more than Dean does at this point. And that’s not Dean being jealous. He’s proud, so proud that it sometimes hurts. He couldn’t be jealous, not when it’s Sam. Not when he sees him at every age, yammering on about whatever at a hundred miles a minute but still taking the time to explain it to Dean. And if Sam’s right, then Dean’s smart, too, just in a different way. And Sam hasn’t been wrong about Dean yet.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam returns, and Dean leans across the table to trace a circle around his heart.

Sam lifts his hands to bat Dean away but when Dean gestures for Baby on his chest through his shirt he instead grabs Dean’s hand in his, resting them there for a second, and Dean loves him, he loves him.

“Gold,” Sam says, eyes big, and Dean pulls a face at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he replies, tugging his hand out of Sam’s softly and pulling it back.

He mentally shakes himself, blinking, and Sam settles back in his seat. Chapter closed on that conversation. Sam’ll keep practicing, Dean will keep giving him shit; between the two of them, they’ll turn Pinocchio into a real boy. Sam spears a strawberry with his fork and eats it, pulling a face. He’s full, but they don’t want to waste food. Maybe they can get a container to go or something. Dean nods at Sam and the frown clears.

“Migist?” Dean asks, and Sam nods, pushing his plate away slightly.

Dean looks around, making eye contact with Isabelle. She nods acknowledgement and weaves her way to their booth.

“Anything I can get you boys?” she asks, and Dean puts on an easy smile.

“Yeah, could we get the leftovers to go?” he asks. He’s pretty sure he’s read that phrase before.

Isabelle smiles, amused, and shit, Dean’s said it wrong, god, she’s going to know-

“You know, you boys are the just the most polite little things,” she says, and okay, Dean doesn’t have that much of a babyface, seriously. “Sure thing, I’ll bring you a container with the bill.”

“Calm down, weirdo,” Sam says when she’s gone, the little shit.

“You try next time,” Dean shoots back.

Sam expresses that that isn’t fair but, uh, last time Dean checked, taking turns was polite. That earns him another kick.

Once they’ve paid the bill (and tipped 20%, thanks Sammy. People in movies actually have money to spend, you twerp), they step out into the late afternoon air. They drove all night and slept most of the day, but Dean is strung out from all Sam’s nervous energy. They’ll stay another night before they venture forth.

“But soft?” Sam asks, finger tracing Baby in the air.

Dean takes a second to mentally calculate how far they have to travel. They’re heading to Uncle Bobby’s place and, yeah, it’s been forever since they last saw him, but they don’t really have anyone else who’s on better terms with them than their dad. And, yeah, it’s 1.4 thousand miles in a line, but that’s not the pattern they’re making. They’ll dip past the Crow reservation and stay there for a night or two, then go from there. A thousand miles, give or take. That’ll take, what, 15 hours? Check-in’s usually around 4pm.

“Midnight,” Dean says, and Sam groans.

“You have the damned spot,” he accuses.

“It’s not gonna kill you.”

Sam’s expression says he finds the truth of that statement dubious, but Sam’s not the one driving. Dean’s blessed with the ability to pass the hell out literally wherever, so he’s had no trouble sleeping, even with Sam pressed against his side as a wriggling pile of heat. Dean’ll be fine, Sam can sleep in the car.

Sam sighs in acceptance. Dean ruffles his hair, but it’s not enough, not really. He ducks down slightly to pick Sammy up, and he comes easily, hugging Dean back just as tight. He feels Sam bury his face in Dean’s neck, feels his hummingbird heart against Dean’s chest. Sam gets worried easily. Dean hates it. He knows Sam hates it too, but for different reasons than Dean. Sam just hates having to rely on people. What he doesn’t get is that it doesn’t matter how smart he is, he’ll always be Dean’s little brother.

“C’mon, kiddo,” Dean murmurs. “Let’s head home.”

Dean feels Sam’s mouth brush against his skin when he replies.

“I’m already home.”

[elizabeth-mitchells]

tagged by @hellsfireclub thank youuu <3

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics

okay here we go!!

Some that fall, don't land in bubbles - Ronance Mermaid AU

Underneath the pain, the rage, and the despair, Robin felt relief.

Aftermath - Wenclair Post-Hug™

The vicious and unforgiving battle is over. Unfortunately, Wednesday thinks.

through the grief can't fight the feeling of relief - Avatrice + Ava's slow halo-less recovery

Ava, unfortunately, had more than a little experience with the feeling of dying. That, in addition to the firm belief that she was dying for a good cause, brought her a feeling of calm. Dying to save the world and everyone she loved was a good thing, right? 

First Kisses (and more) - Ronance one shot collection

“Oh my God.” “Robin…” Nancy said slowly, pulling back from the kiss and feeling her entire face heating up in a deep blush.

Please don't forgive me, it'd be a pity after all of that - Ronance Angst Part 3

Nancy wasn’t sure when her life dulled so much that she lived from one small victory to the next. That night, after one more mildly successful lunch, Nancy retreated to her bedroom and… closed the door behind her.

Christmas Cookies - Ronance on Christmas

“Hey… Nance… Can you…” “I got it,” Nancy said. She walked around the counter with an amused smile on her lips and stood right behind Robin so she could help her tie the back of her apron.

make my menace into someone you'd adore - Ronance enemies to lovers

“And another one bites the dust.” Her coworker’s deeply annoying and insensitive raspy voice broke Nancy out of her brief moment of embarrassment in front of the latest cute guy to stop by the Scoops Ahoy counter. “That’s O for Six, princess,” Robin went on.

This girl is a gun and we've been havin' some fun - Ronance + irresponsible use of a gun

“Robin, if you have a problem with this you have to say it,” Nancy said as the couple stormed into their shared apartment. “I don’t have a problem with it,” Robin grumbled, lying through her teeth.

Rated G for Good Halloween Fun - Ronance + El, Max and Erica

After opening the door for three groups of children asking for candy, Nancy finally was rewarded with her girlfriend standing in the doorway with an adorable grin on her face.

I'm writing the future, I'm leaving a key here - Ronance Terminator Dark Fate AU

In 2020, Nancy Wheeler had never fallen in love, had never used a gun, had never seen someone she loved die, and she had never had to kill another person, or anything else for that matter. 

well!! that's nice. that's a lot of Ronance. these are all my babies and i love them so much. the beginning of the Mermaid AU makes me want to cry <3 the beginning of Menace is iconic to me personally js. This girl is a gun is like... girl go back to hiding. also i swear i had forgotten how the Terminator AU started, i srsly thought this was the Conjuring AU and I was like ??? 2020????

i will overthink this but uh let's go tag some fic writer mutuals that i love and admire!!

tagging: @villanelleskiss @dufrau @eskawrites @candle-lion @lavenderlevetan @lilolilyr @badcures

(ok ran out of courage. that's enough tags. no pressure anyone!)

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

SUBARU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DESERVE THE WORLDDDD I WILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU ANYTHINGGGG THATS HOW MUCH I LOVE YOUUU

Ava: It got a tad suggestive on Subaru’s part uwu. Just a warning ><

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Subaru: “Anything”? ...Stupidーー

Subaru, pinning you down: ーーGive me your body. I wanna taste your blood... Heh, what’s that face for? You perv, when I said “body”, were ya expectin’ somethin’ else?

Subaru: You’re free to gimme that too.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hiya babes!

So I was wondering how Malakai would react to you getting injured by one of his coworkers. Be it on purpose or accident I’d just like to know what would happen.😂

Thank youuu💕

Hi, my love ❤️ Uhhh, that’s interesting! Let’s see what would happen 😉 You’re welcome, darling 😘

@theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @writtingrose , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @sassymox , @crowleysqueenofhell , @ava-valerie , @wrestlersownmyheart , @thealliasylum

Was it on purpose? He doesn’t care

Was it an accident? He couldn’t care less

The only thing Malakai wants to know is

The who, when and where

When he first found out you got hurt

His blood ran cold

“Someone is gonna die tonight” He whispered and all the lights flickered at the sound of his voice

Malakai searched for the person who had hurt you all around the arena

He entered every room

Every dark corner

Until he found the one responsible for your tears

“You!” He growled when he found Ethan Page (the one responsible for you getting hurt) in the parking lot

Malakai grabbed him by the collar of his shirt

And pressed his back against the concrete wall

“I told you to leave her out of this!”

Ethan laughed “Oh she’s really special then, huh?”

“I’m going to kill you” Malakai growled

“Oh please!” Ethan tolled his eyes in annoyance “You’re so over dramatic”

“I told you to do anything, mess with anyone but her!”

“Why? Because she’s your ‘sugarplum’ now?” Ethan smirked

“You’re dumber than I thought” Malakai laughed loudly

And as quickly as it began, it stopped

His eyes became colder

Lifeless

And a cold, sharp wind

That was an omen for something evil

Howled behind him along with his next words

“I think it’s time for you to learn a lesson” Malakai smiled and Ethan could see the shine of the razor blade between his teeth, which made him gulp hard instantly

“Let’s see if you’ll want to hurt Y/N again after this” Malakai smirked while taking the razor blade off his mouth