#YOU'LL BE LONELY. IN YOUR FIFTIES

[madamescarlette]

me watching Snow take the credit again and again for something that has nothing to do with him and yet he will somehow make it sound like he planned it all out from the start with only the BEST of intentions and meticulously considered insight: hm hm getting a whole lotta Guy On a Horse vibes from this whole thing ladies I must confess I am!!

[alexanderwales]

The Digital Corpse

I always read about what school shooters or wannabe assassins have to say. I read or at least skim through manifestos, most of which are really poorly written and usually just have badly misunderstood ideas that are copy-pasted from diverse places. I read social media posts and discord logs, where available. Some of this is morbid fascination that I don't endorse, but some of it is the impulse to understand how and why a thing like this happened.

So I've been following the news on Trump's would-be assassin, and to all appearances he was just a kid who was bullied at school and didn't have a lot of hobbies, skills, talents, or friends. He wanted power and control and had no way to get it, and I think there's something to the notion that a lot of white men think that their whiteness or maleness means they're owed something. When Trump came to town, it was opportunity falling into his lap. If you're 20 years old and feeling like the world cares nothing for you, then yeah, I can see why you'd take your shot. It's a way of being famous, of going out with a bang, and young men often feel invincible anyway. The shocking thing is that it almost worked, and that seems to be down to incompetence and complacency.

But if it had worked, and they hadn't immediately shot him to death, he'd have gotten all the worst parts of fame (in addition to what would probably be life in prison). In death he's got intense scrutiny of everything he's ever posted online. There are reports about how sad and lonely he was. If he'd succeeded, maybe there would be some on the left who would idolize him, but as it stands ... I can imagine wanting to be megafamous, but I cannot imagine wanting it to be like this. It was almost certainly different in his imagination though, a grand moment that would give meaning to his life and demonstrate that he did, in fact, have power.

And of course the whole thing will be forgotten in a week or two. A year from now you'll say the name "Thomas Crooks" and people will say "huh, that ... do I know that name?"

On the other side of things, there's Corey Comperatore. He was the other person to die that day, just a random guy who had attended a Trump rally and got hit by a bullet because from one specific angle he was standing behind Trump. If Thomas Crooks left almost nothing behind to make sense of his life, Corey Comperatore left behind what feels like a lot. The fame is more double-edged. He's lauded as a hero by some, even if the only thing he did was catch a stray. Generously, that's a way of making sense of things: just like it's not enough for Crooks to be alienated and dejected, it's not enough for Comperatore to just be someone who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But Corey Comperatore is also having his life torn open, or at least the parts of it that he put online. Posting online was something he probably did without thinking too much about it. The worst one, for me, was him saying that the Palestinians would "get over it" like the Japanese did. It's something I think about a lot in the social media age, the picture that people would get if they went looking through all our posts, if they were trying to make a picture of you from the things you've left behind. If you died in a very public way, what's the worst post you've ever made? What would people find ironic? But of course you don't need to die, we're in an era where anyone can get flash famous by random happenstance. And of course in the modern day we want the delicious little morsels, the worst thing you've ever said, the most ironic, most iconic, most infuriating sound bite that can represent a whole person. Anything more anodyne is pointless, even if that's the bulk of someone's life.

I'm probably a little unusual in terms of digital fingerprints. I'm active on discords, I've written some four million words of fiction, and my reddit comment karma is in the six figure range, which probably means that I've got something like fifty thousand comments. I talk a lot. But I do think about being torn apart like that, what would happen if I were famous for a day before the news cycle moved on, if there were hundreds or thousands of people trying to make sense of me.

When I die, if anyone has reason to go snooping through my history, I hope there's a good-looking corpse.

[literaila]

winter blues 

tasm!peter x reader 

summary: 

"why are you here?"

"why are you ignoring my calls?"

warnings: seasonal depression (unmentioned but that’s what it is), comfort, avoidance, fluff, peter is nice (mostly) 

a/n: this is so random and so terrible but my computer doesn’t deserve to have this banished away. happy winter!!!! 

*

if you're in a mood--which you're not--then it is perfectly rational. 

and if you've been hanging up the phone, slamming doors, and throwing random objects around your room for the past couple of days--all done as some sort of ritual, of course, a method of which to maintain control--then it's fine. 

your room is a mess and there are more worthwhile, productive things to be done. 

which is probably why you aren't speaking to anyone. 

or, rather, effectively ignoring anyone who even attempts to get a word out toward you. 

when someone knocks on the door you duck under the covers, sure that your presence can't be detected with an extra layer of cotton protecting your body heat. 

when someone texts you, you simply pretend that your phone has died--despite the fifty apps you've got open and the lonely google tab, awaiting curiosity that escaped you weeks ago. 

when you go outside it's with your eyes tilted toward the ground, staring at cement like it's a newfound fascination. 

so, maybe you've fallen victim to the winter blues. maybe you've been consistently listening to one playlist entitled "don't listen to this, you loser," and not really listening at all. 

maybe you've been avoiding this actualization--being that you'd prefer to live in your own disgust rather than face it, thank you very much. 

and maybe, as you consider these missteps, you've got your face smothered into a pillow. 

you do not consider how long it might take you to fall asleep. 

*

there's a knock on your door. 

it is sullen and soft and all too loud for this time of day. four in the afternoon is made for napping, and you have made yourself into someone who no longer answers the door. 

you roll over on the couch, waiting for evading footsteps. 

you are met with only kind silence. 

and then a voice: 

"i know you're in there," he says. "and i know that you can hear me." 

peter knows nothing. 

you have made a point of that. 

you throw your head back, imitating a groan, and wonder how many minutes you'll have to sit through this before he gives up. 

you ridicule yourself as soon as the thought comes; when has peter ever given up on anything? 

"i'm not leaving," he echoes. "i'll knock on mrs. garrison's door and ask for a folding chair." 

you have been avoiding him for the past week. you have been thinking that if he sees you--even just once--he’ll know that something is wrong. that he’ll ask and you’ll have to tell. that he’ll bring up the one thing you’re trying to avoid. 

two things, you guess. 

and because you are sure that peter will make good on his threat, and also because you feel a pin-prick of guilt, you get up off of the couch. you curse your raggedy bones. 

try and recall when you last stood and how long you'll be able to stay standing. 

you go to the door, opening it with a glare. 

"peter," you say, dryly. your voice is rotted with its misuse. 

he simply smiles. "can i come in?" 

"why are you here?" 

"why are you ignoring my calls?" peter challenges, ducking under your arm to walk into your apartment without invitation. 

you try not to wince at everything he might stumble upon. 

like candy wrappers and water bottles and papers that you've crumbled until they're illegible, and others that you've folded into paper airplanes. 

socks and sweaters you've thrown around. a blanket that has served as both a preserver of heat and a tissue. 

dishes everywhere because, coincidently, you've recently forgotten how to use your dishwasher. 

"woah," peter blows out a breath. he turns back to you with raised eyebrows, smile somewhat fallen. 

you frown even deeper and cross your arms. "i'm not ignoring your calls. my phone died." 

peter stares at you. he leans over to grab your phone off of the couch--you'd forgotten it was there--and presses the power button. 

you both watch as it comes to life. it scolds you with notifications. 

"my ringer is off." 

peter just sighs and tosses it back in its forever place. "what's going on?" he asks, softer now, like his knock. 

you stare at his face and wonder again why he's here. why you even bothered answering the door. 

and then his brown lulls you into the earth, where you have no inhibitors. 

you rub a hand over your eyes. "it's just been a long week," you say because at least it's not a lie. 

"did something happen?" 

you shake your head. 

"are you feeling alright?" 

you nod. 

when you look up peter is closer. he is offering you something kind with his face. 

you want to wipe it off and slam the door in his face. 

"hey," he says, whispering to only you. "i missed you. i wanted to make sure you were okay." 

"well, thanks for checking in," you reply, grabbing his arm so you can pull him toward the door. 

peter laughs. "not so fast." he stops both of you with a foot on the floor. 

you scowl at him. 

"it's been a week since i've seen you," peter chides, like you're a child who's forgotten. "i'd like to have an actual conversation." 

you shake his hand off of you. "we're having a conversation." 

"you haven't even asked me about my week." 

you sigh. "okay." you pause for a moment, waiting for him to break. "how was your week, peter?" 

"long," he answers, quickly. "thanks for asking." 

you let a chuckle fall from dry lips. 

he takes another step closer. 

you're used to peter's hands on you--because they almost always are, especially when it's this cold outside and he likes to use you as an excuse--but it feels like more than just touching now. 

when he tilts your chin up with his hands, observing your eyes, you swear that he's actually probing you. 

that if he's the scientist, you are the lab rat being subdued to whatever experiment he's working on. 

"you look tired," he whispers, fingers tracing over sinkhole under eyes. 

"i am." 

peter bites his lip, eyes searching. "are you having trouble sleeping?" 

you can barely shake your head in his hands, but you attempt to anyway. 

peter swallows. "are you sick?" 

"no, peter. i'm okay."

he tilts his head. "you're tired. when was the last time you ate?" he asks. "or took a shower?" 

"i ate this morning." 

peter stares at you. he pokes your side with his iris'. 

"...i think." 

"baby," peter throws his head back. he plays it off as teasing, but you know that he's serious. "you can't just--" 

"i've been sleeping all day," you excuse. "i was gonna eat right before you came over." 

peter gives you another blank stare. 

you sigh at him, refusing to lie any further. 

at least he's fun to look at, you think. at least you're not completely irritated with him. 

"can i make you something instead?" peter asks, playing along. "you can go lay down and i'll bring it to you." 

your brows furrow. "you didn't come over to take care of me." 

"i did, actually. and to make sure that aliens hadn't gotten to you." 

"it's okay. you should tell me about your week," you attempt to put on a smile. "i'll listen real hard." 

"i will," peter promises. "but i want to make sure that you're okay first. you look..." peter shrugs. 

"terrible?" 

he laughs, just a little. brushes some hair from your eyes. "beautiful, obviously. just sad." 

your eyes close involuntarily. something in your chest comes back to life, unwanted and unwarranted. 

you should be able to handle peter saying nice things without wanting to cry. 

and you should be answering your phone and the door without any sort of hesitation. 

peter shakes his head like he can tell what you're thinking. "don't think so hard," he says. "what do you have in the fridge?" 

he gives you another smile. one that is so desperate and pleasing that you almost flinch. 

peter has molded under your darkened fingertips. 

he is shifting, just for you. and despite whatever denial you might feel, you're aware that you've been keeping him at a distance to avoid just that. 

he grabs your hand, pulling you toward the kitchen. he knows his way around. "let's go look. but you have to have more than a carton of ice cream because last time--" 

"peter," you whisper, pulling his hand back. 

he pauses. looks down at you. "hmm?" 

"will you--" you swallow. let the guilt fill your mouth. "will you--can you hug me? for just a little bit? i don't, um, i don't--" 

peter is quick to stop you. 

to wrap his strong arms around your back, cradling your head right against his shoulder. he lets you nuzzle into his neck, lets you grab onto his shoulders, and play with the hair on the base of his neck. 

he wraps you in comfort and warmth. 

like a present, he's wrapped you with care. he tells you that you can open it and look whenever you're ready. he whispers little things in your ear, about the things you've missed. 

he's gifted you this much. 

he loves you, he promises. 

and if you'll open the door for anyone, it's peter. 

*

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[luveline]

hello jade! i just want to say i absolutely adore your writing!! if you have the time, could we see some more grumpy steve in the zombie au? id love to see anything from before the college, i just miss that grumpy era! <3

thank you my love!! steve zombie au —you try to make sense of why steve is so grumpy. 1k, fem!reader

"No," Steve says. 

You sigh and turn away from him, hands braced either side of your face. Steve doesn't talk much, but when he does, his favourite word is no. 

"Why not?" you ask. 

"There's nothing left in Hawkins," he says, stepping with ease over a huge puddle of diesel, the expelled gas strong enough to make you feel nauseous. 

"There's, you know, our homes." 

"What's the point?" he asks. "I'm trying to be fair here. What's the point in going back when everyone is gone and half the town was burned to the ground?" 

You ease over the diesel puddle with much less ease, muttering expletives to yourself when your left foot sinks into the instep. Now you'll smell like diesel for the next week. Great. 

There isn't any point in going back home, but that doesn't mean you don't want to. There really is nothing there, half the town was on fire when you bolted, the Hawk, the school, anything that would catch. It was an organised arson by the escape group you and Steve were supposed to be in (or rather, just Steve, flame to draw the geeks attention. You hadn't known anyone who knew anyone that knew the plan, so you hadn't realised everybody was leaving until they were already gone, the sound of what must've been fifty cars departing northward your lone clue. 

You kick the floor as you and Steve step out of the road and back onto the dirt path beside it, hoping the grass and mud will soak up the acrid smell stuck to your shoe. You'd brought Hawkins up because you're still grieving. Because you want someone to talk to about what you've lost, and Steve isn't abiding. 

"What guarantee is it that the world isn't just as razed as Hawkins?" you ask without pep. 

"There's no point thinking about it that way. We keep moving or we die. We go home, we die. We need to keep going and if we're fast enough, we can catch up to the Hawkins group. It'll be safer when it isn't only the two of us." 

And you'll never have to speak to me again, you think morosely. 

Steve is handsome. He went to your high school, though that was, like, four years ago. He's not the kind of guy who wasted time with girls like you, you know that. You guess you'd been hoping he'd be nicer alone. 

"You're not how I remember you," you say. 

"I don't remember you," he says. 

"Why would you?" you ask. You pretend to mess with the zipper on your jacket rather than look in his direction, worried he'll meet your eye, and see the actual hurt in your expression. "I was nobody, and you were a jock. Everyone knows how that goes."

"It's not like that," he says. 

You bat a rogue insect away from your cold cheek. You hate the forest. "What's it like?" you ask. 

"It's not about what kind of person you were. I had a lot going on back then." 

"Like what?" 

"Like getting beat up so bad I had a concussion twice in the same year," he says. 

"Woah." You look at him through the corner of your eye. "You got beat up that bad twice?" 

Steve doesn't answer you. You continue following him, making your way across a big stretch of road, the next crop of buildings about twenty minutes away if you had to guess. The weather is brisk, the sun occluded by grey clouds, and the air smells like ash. The sky is a hazy shade of white.

"Wait, by Jonathan Byers?" 

"No, he's the one who didn't give me a concussion," Steve says contritely. 

"Oh. Hey, you don't have to look so down about it, Harrington, this is a good thing. I can trust you, now." 

"You didn't trust me? I've been feeding you for the past week." 

"Yeah, but you're a guy I don't really know. I was worried you might try to kill me and eat me in my sleep or something when the food ran out, but now I know you're bad at fights, I'm not so worried." 

"Fuck off," he says dryly. 

"I'm bad at fighting too, if you were wondering." 

"I wasn't." 

"Hmm. Who beat you up the third time? I know that jerk Hargrove got you." 

"Just some guy."

"Must've been an angry guy," you mumble, looking at him with your head tilted. 

Steve is an asshole often and unapologetically to you, but you don't think you want to hurt him. He's shown you that, while he sucks, he knows how to be nice. He makes sure the blankets are covering your shoulders before you fall asleep, and he gives you bigger portions if he hears your stomach grumbling. Plus, no guy so eager to find their best friend can be evil, you think. He must have a whole lot of love stored up. Or stored down. Deep down inside. 

"Stop staring at me," he says. 

"Okay." You stare at him some more. He has a nice nose. He has really nice eyes, kind of hooded and almond shaped at once, brown irises that look dark as tree bark as the sun goes down. "Well, I won't beat you up." 

"Thanks," he says. He sounds less grumpy. You try to push it further. 

"I'm really sorry," you say, slowing your steps a touch. He slows to match you. "That someone hurt you like that. Twice. I know concussions aren't funny, that it must've sucked to recover from them." 

"I had a perforated eardrum," he says. "It hurt like hell. All of it did."

"I'm sorry," you say gently, offering him a sympathetic smile. 

He smiles back. "Not your fault," he says quietly. Then, louder, "Don't walk so slow. We need to be inside soon, the sun is setting." 

"Yes, sir," you say, saluting him sarcastically. 

He doesn't speak to you for half an hour. You don't mind so much, especially when, the next time you come across a puddle of diesel (someone seriously needs to learn how to syphon gas properly), he holds out a hand and helps you cross it, even though you could've easily walked around.

[randomfoggytiger]

Scully and Matters of the Heart: S1-4

Scully's thoughts on love and relationships.

Fire

So, she shows up knowing the power she has over you and then she makes you walk through fire, is that it? ...Mulder, are you sure you don't need me to help you out on this one?

Gender Bender

Hard to imagine in this day and age someone having sex with a perfect stranger.

Lazarus

We dated for almost a year.... But it was always hard for Jack to relax, it was impossible for him, really. He was always so intense, so relentlessly determined.

Tooms

Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone else but you.

One Breath

Mulder? I had the strength of your beliefs.

Firewalker

["He stopped taking his pills. Yeah, he said that they were polluting his brain. And, he said I was polluting his body.... I just want to go home, now."]

Where's home?

["Anywhere but here."]

Aubrey

Things must be difficult for you now. I've had... feelings for people I've worked with. Inner-office relationships can be complicated-- especially when he's married.

Fearful Symmetry

["Whatever... connection he and I had was over long ago."]

But you asked him, anyway. To help you.

D.P.O.

Well, you don't have to be afraid anymore. You and your husband are safe as long as we can count on your testimony.

The List

Woman gets lonely. Sometimes she can't wait around for a man to get reincarnated.

2Shy

You're more than a monster: you didn't just feed on their bodies, you fed on their minds.

War of the Coprophages

Her name is Bambi? ...Her name is Bambi?

Syzygy

["Must be Detective White."]

If that's the reason we're sticking around, that's your business.

Jose Chung's From Outer Space

["...For, although Diana Leski is noble of spirit and pure at heart, she remains, nevertheless, a federal employee."]

Avatar

["He lives under this misguided notion that silence is strength. He's built a wall to keep everyone out."]

Including you?

["Especially me."]

Is that why you were separated?

Home

["I can tell you don't have no children. Maybe one day you'll learn the pride... the love."]

Unruhe

Why did your sister kill herself, Gerry? What did your father do to her?

The Field Where I Died

["Dana, if um... early in the four years we've been working together, an event occurred that suggested or if somebody told you that we'd been friends together... in other lifetimes, always... would it have changed the ways we looked at one another?"]

Even if I knew for certain, I wouldn't change a day.

Paper Hearts

["You do this full-time-- telling people this kind of news?"]

No, sir, not full-time.

El Mundo Gira

He didn't kill her, Mulder.... Mulder, I know you don't want to hear this, but I think the aliens in this story are not the villains but the victims.

Never Again

This circle: it usually starts when an authoritative or controlling figure comes into my life; and part of me likes it-- needs it, wants the approval-- but then at a certain point along the way I just... y'know.

Memento Mori

For the first time, I feel time like a heartbeat: the seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numinous mysteries that once seemed so distant and unreal threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight being lifted from me, knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart-- look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you-- is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose....

Kaddish

And through all this he hid the ring?

["Even after the war, he hid it. Even from my mother."]

Why?

["Because to him it was a dead relic from a forgotten place. Until the day I told him I was getting married; and for the first time in fifty years, he took out this ring. He said he felt his village was being born again. He knew how much I loved Isaac."]

Unrequited

Mulder, what she has is a simple... hemorrhage brought on by her emotional state.

Max

["Can I buy you a drink?"]

No, it's okay-- I'm with somebody.

Synchrony

Lisa, if you're leaving anything out-- if you're hedging the truth, you could be held accountable if Jason committed a crime.

Small Potatoes

No, I'm seeing a whole new side of you, Mulder.

["Is that a good thing?"]

I like it.

Elegy

I mean, maybe in some drug-addled way she was trying to kill happiness-- Harold's happiness. His love for those women. Trying to destroy something she never thought she'd have again.

Demons

["Why shoot herself and her husband?"]

I can't say definitively; but judging from an almost identical suicide... I believe that the victims were suffering....

Gethsemane

Hey, look, just because I haven't bared my soul to you or to Father McCue or to God doesn't mean I'm not responsible to what's important to me.

["To what? To who? This guy Mulder?"]

Thank you for reading~ Enjoy!

[realrichinmyhead]

﹡ ' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 ' 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

( ૮₍´˶• . •🎀₎ა ) : ────────── dialogues taken from the extra songs in maisie peter's album , ‘ the good witch ( deluxe ) ’ . dialogues range from happy , sad , angry and more . edit and change as you deem necessary . please like and / or reblog if using and consider following !

❛ but i'll believe in you, still your number one fan. ❜

❛ so i've been tryin' peace and love and telling the truth. ❜

❛ good luck, god speed. ❜

❛ you have a phone, you should've called. ❜

❛ you knew i was scared when you were driving too fast. ❜

❛ i gave you the answer, it was in all the songs. did you even listen to the playlist? ❜

❛ my thing is i'm still obsessed with the idea of this one thing—with all the ways that's it wasn't but it might've been. ❜

❛ but by new years' i'll be a very different person. ❜

❛ but i'll always see great heights in you. ❜

❛ you misunderstood a lot of things. but, yeah, i guess me too. ❜

❛ i'm older now but i still don't really know things. ❜

❛ you should've put me above those people you didn't even know. ❜

❛ my ex was a bitter man, middle child. ❜

❛ i thought that we were forever and ever, i guess i was wrong. ❜

❛ can you just please listen? ❜

❛ time to grow up, you were the one and now you're not. ❜

❛ man, you know, yoko never broke up that band. ❜

❛ i wrote you all these fucking songs, and you broke up with me. ❜

❛ last year, i had to focus on survival. ❜

❛ you'll be lonely in your fifties. ❜

❛ i gave you the option and you chose wrong. ❜

❛ after the crowd's gone, i'll be the last one. ❜

❛ thought you knew how i felt, now i doubt it. ❜

❛ and say you're pretty sure that blonde wants you so bad. ❜

❛ i guess i'm disappointed that you didn't "merry christmas" your way back into my life. ❜

❛ you said fine, when you should've said, "or we could try?" ❜

❛ who took all of my trust then abused it? ❜

❛ cute, your car is sports, like, is that fast? ❜

❛ but i got drunk, told everyone that i broke up with you. ❜

❛ took a big leap, now you're bleedin' with a broke nose and a dumb smile. ❜

❛ you were an asshole, face it. ❜

❛ it's just the way you're talking, it's just your head. ❜

❛ should've been honest, should've told the truth. ❜

❛ i think you want to start a war, i've got bigger battles. ❜

❛ i'm joan of arc and you're just a guy on a horse. ❜

❛ i see it like i always knew it. ❜

❛ so you've really only got like a five day gap before i definitely can't tolerate your bullshit anymore. ❜

❛ i meant don't go, it came out as goodbye. ❜

❛ did someone drop you as a kid or is that coke? ❜

❛ i have two friends, i listen to them like the bible. ❜

❛ sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth. ❜

❛ time will heal, but i'll always be a little bit broke. ❜

❛ no getting attached to men you can't have. ❜

❛ i hear you talking over me, like, is that smart? ❜

❛ you weren't love but i think i confused it. ❜

❛ it's a shame i told my journal and my mirror, but i never told you. ❜

❛ and you misunderstood me leaving as something i wanted. i didn't want it at all. ❜

❛ hey baby, he's just something you'd regret. he's not a savior or the best you'll ever get. ❜

[delicateflowerss]

Dark but Just a Game (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

When Rafe Cameron has something you need, you'll do anything to get it. Except with Rafe, it's never that simple. He knows how to play a game, especially when his opponent has no idea they were playing one to begin with.

Warnings: 18+, DUB-CON, smut, dark!Rafe, kook!reader, drugs, drug addiction, oral (male receiving), spanking, degradation, underage drinking

You feel older than you really are.

Loud laughter from a table near you forces you to look over. At least someone is having fun.

You should be at a party with people your own age, enjoying the hot, summer night. Instead, you’re surrounded by the older Kook generations, people your parents are friends with.

You can hear the faint sound of the waves crashing behind you as you mindlessly play with the straw in your drink. You’re on your second Mai Tai, almost ready for your third. The bartender being the only human interaction you’ve had tonight.

That’s kind of depressing for a Friday night.

You turn on your phone, the only notification is a text you haven’t answered from your best friend. She got to go to Europe for the summer.

You didn’t think returning home for a few months would be this difficult, or this lonely. You don’t know how your summer could get any worse.

A thud on the bar counter makes your head snap up.

You spoke too soon.

He spits his order to the bartender before moving his eyes to you.

He looks you up and down, not even trying to hide how his stare lingers at certain parts of your body. It takes everything in you not to throw the rest of your drink at him.

“What’re you doing here? All by yourself,” he says while taking a seat on the stool next to you. He rests his elbow on the bar, keeping his heavy-lidded eyes on you.

“Hi, Rafe. How are you?” You ignore his attempt at flirting.

“Fine. Where you going to school again? Colorado or some shit?” There’s a slight slur to his words.

“Arizona.”

“Hm. Pretty far.”

Not far enough.

You watch as Rafe moves his attention to the drink put in front of him. You notice there’s a messiness to his overall appearance. His hair’s a bit tousled and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone.

You move your gaze once he sets down his glass.

You always thought it was such a shame that Rafe is so attractive. It was the seventh grade when you first had a class with him. Well maybe besides kindergarten, your memory not going that far back. You remember staring at him, feeling those inklings of a crush.

Then he started talking, the crush gone before it even began.

He got more good-looking as he got older while his other attributes got worse. He got meaner, more arrogant, and all together, a real asshole.

You tried your hardest to stay away from him.

“So, you’re back for the summer. Wouldn’t you want to be doing something better with your time than sitting at the Island Club bar?”

“I like being alone.”

That’s a lie.

He breathes out a laugh, bringing his cup to his mouth again. A smirk is on his lips when he brings it out down.

“Nah. Not you.”

You really want to punch him.

“What about you? Don’t you have some party to go to?”

Don’t you want to go take advantage of some drunk girl at said party?

“Not tonight. Wanted something more chill.”

You do find it odd that Rafe is spending his time here on a Friday night. But the way he’s downing his drink tells you he’s not drinking for fun, rather to forget.

You’ve already finished your Mai Tai, ready to get away from whatever this conversation is.

“You know, if you’re looking for something to do, I can help you out. We could have a good time.”

You try to hide how disgusted you are, swallowing down the nausea, but you’re not sure if you’re succeeding.

You give him a tight-lipped smile as you grab your purse.

“I have to get going,” you say as you put down a fifty-dollar bill on the bar.

“Hope I see you again before the summer’s over,” he says into his glass.

You’ve already started walking away, murmuring to yourself how you hope you never see him again.

You walk into the air conditioning, finding the restroom.

You look around, checking if the stalls are empty. The only noise is the cheesy music playing through the speakers.

You take out a small plastic bag from your purse, pouring the white powder onto the back of your hand. You breathe it in, sniffling and wiping your nose.

Fuck, that’s the rest.

You definitely needed that, even if it means you’re out now.

When you hear the door creak open, you forgo looking in the mirror, not wanting to look suspicious.

You step into the dark of the parking lot, your mind in ten different places at once. Your body slams into something hard, the impact hurting you more than you’d like to admit.

You didn’t see the figure in front of you.

“Woah, you okay?”

His hands are gripping your shoulders, holding you still. Those blue eyes are back on you, you don’t like the feeling of his hands on you.

Squirming out of his hold, you say that you’re fine.

He focuses on a part of your face, his brows furrowing.

“You have a little something…” He brushes his nose with his fingers.

Gasping, your fingers rush to your nose, wiping off the remnants of your worst habit.

“Thanks.”

Your face is hot with embarrassment. You don’t really care what Rafe thinks, but you try to keep your reliance on drugs as much of a secret as possible.

“It’s no problem.”

You try saying bye again, motioning towards your car. But he says it first.

“See you around, yeah?”

You agree meekly as you walk away.

You don’t notice him staring at you as you drive away.

“I’m all out.”

“What do you mean? How do you just run out?”

You stare at the man in front of you, bewildered. You stand in the run-down trailer, arms crossed.

“I mean I’m out. I haven’t gotten my new shipment yet. Just give me a couple days.”

“I can’t wait a couple days, Barry,” you whine.

After you ran out last night, the first thing you did after breakfast was make the drive to Barry’s. He’s been your dealer since you got back to the Outer Banks.

“Now, I know you rich people are used to getting whatever you want, whenever you want it. But I mean it. I just sold the last of it.”

“How reliable,” you scoff.

“Hey, none of that attitude here, princess!”

You roll your eyes at Barry’s loud voice and light scolding.

“If you really need a fix that badly, I have someone selling,” he continues. He came here just this morning.”

You perk up at this, knowing you’ll crawl to whatever depths just to get a bump.

“You might know him. He sells on that part of the island.”

“Who is it?” You try not to sound so eager, but you can’t help it.

Your face falls before Barry can finish saying his name.

Rafe Cameron.

The only other person on this goddamn island that’s selling. Your hopes and dreams have been crushed.

“Thanks for nothing,” you grumble.

“Be a little more grateful, princess,” he calls after you as you the door slams behind you.

You’ve tried to distract yourself all day, jumping from one thing to another. Nothing being able to take your mind off wanting that fix. You pace around your room, trying to think of anything but having to go to Rafe of all people. After last night, you really hoped you would never have to see him again.

Now 24 hours later, and you’re being forced to look at that stupid, smug face of his again. You could keep your dignity and go through hell for the next couple days. Or you could put it aside to get what you want.

It can’t be that bad, you decide. All you have to do is give him some money and get away from him as fast as you can.

After asking around and looking at various Instagram stories, you find out where the big party of the night is being held, and where Rafe should be.

You pull up to the crowded mansion, parking your car haphazardly, wanting to get in and out as quickly as possible.

The amount of people leaves you slightly disoriented, but you push through the crowds. Your shoulder bumps into someone else’s and you don’t stop to say sorry.

You expected him to be surrounded by people, coke laid out on the table in front of him, counting the bills that were being handed to him.

So, you’re surprised to find him alone.

He’s sitting outside, a red cup in his hand. You take a deep breath before stepping out into the humid air. The door closing gets his attention, your eyes meeting his.

You’re alone with him, no one else out here but you two. The thought twists your stomach, but you push the feeling down.

You shift your weight, unsure of what to say. The dialogue you rehearsed in your car has vanished. How exactly do you ask Rafe Cameron if he has any coke?

Sensing your nervousness, he stands up and walks closer to you. The breeze ruffles his hair as his gaze stays on you.

He says your name like a question, not understanding why you’re standing before him.

“Rafe, um…” You tuck your lip under your teeth, trailing off.

“Is everything alright?” Your eyes go back to his face, trying to catch if his expression matches the genuine concern in his voice.

It does.

“Barry told me that you might have something I need,” you say this slowly, phrasing it more like a question.

He acts like you told him a joke, scratching the back of his head as his lips move into a slight smirk.

It’s gone as soon as it’s there.

“If you had gotten here an hour ago, I could’ve helped you out.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry.”

Your lips part, taking in what he’s saying.

“Are you saying you’re all out?” Your voice is getting higher, upset that this is happening again. Maybe you’re just unlucky.

“Pretty much.”

You squint at his vague answer.

“Pretty much you’re all out? So, does that mean you still have some?”

He sighs loudly, looking to the ground before meeting your eyes again.

“Look, I only have enough for myself, alright?” His voice is quieter like he’s telling you a secret. But you notice the slight annoyance seeping in.

“How much do you need for yourself?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not selling.”

You’ve never been a patient person, but the urge to scream has never felt so strong before.

“Rafe,” you harshly breathe out. “I have money. I’ll give you more than I should.” You take your wallet out, counting the twenty-dollar bills. “One hundred? Two hundred? Whatever you want.” You show him the green bills, hoping that will sway him.

He keeps his eyes firmly on you, his mouth in a straight line. All he does is shake his head.

You huff in defeat, stuffing the cash back into your wallet. You’re out of options. You can feel the tears beginning to fill your eyes. You had never realized how much you relied on this one thing to make you feel okay. Better than okay. You need it, and you’ll do anything for it.

You were hoping that you would leave here with your dignity still intact, but you’re left with no choice. Your only option is to beg.

You barely even think about it as you wrap your fingers around his arm. It feels odd touching him, to be this close to him again.

You can still feel his rough touches on your skin.

“Rafe.” Your voice cracks around his name. “Please.”

He can see the unshed tears in your eyes, threatening to spill over. He notices how your voice breaks before him, and he loves it.

You swallow before saying the words you don’t want to.

“I’ll do anything you want.”

You can see something shift in the blue of his eyes, a darkness rolling over his gaze. He licks his bottom lip before speaking. “You mean that?”

You take your hand away from him, just giving him a slight nod. You’re too ashamed to say anything or to look at him longer than a couple seconds.

He steps even closer to you, making your breath hitch at his closeness. His nose almost brushes yours.

“I think you know what I want.” He pauses, checking for a reaction. “Are you gonna give me that?”

His stare is almost predatory, the same as that night. It’s the look you’ve wanted to forget, making you go from disliking Rafe Cameron to never wanting anything to do with him again.

“You gonna give all of you, for me to take? To do whatever I want with?”

That night swirls in your head as you go up the stairs with Rafe, his hand clasping yours. You try to steady your breathing, but you can’t get the memory out of your head.

It was a party just like this one. One of the last for the summer, before you were off to college for your freshman year. You only had alcohol in your system, your addiction being something waiting in your future. This was one of the last times you would ever be with all of your friends, so you tried making the most of it. But as the night got later, Rafe wouldn’t leave you alone.

His presence was suffocating in the already warm house. It started with him whispering in your ear, about how hot you were and how much he wanted to take you somewhere and fuck you over and over again.

You let him kiss you, his lips harsh on yours. Your intoxicated mind helping you make a dumb decision. But as he started to grab you, wanting to take your clothes off. You pushed him away, not wanting to go that far.

There was a moment where you thought he was going to keep going, anger taking over his gaze.

But he backed off, but not without calling you a bitch.

That was the last time you saw Rafe before last night. Now here you are, willingly giving yourself to him. You drag your eyes around the bedroom. You suspect it’s a guest room, the decorating lacking personality. It’s quieter, the music from downstairs muffled now.

Too busy looking at your surroundings, you barely notice Rafe already sitting on the edge of the bed, silently waiting for you.

The sickening smirk on his face makes you second guess yourself. He’s finally getting what he wants. How exactly did that work out?

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“C’mere.”

You stand in front of him. No easily discernible look on your face, just your mind loud with you figuring out what missteps got you here.

At least he’s hot.

He grabs one of your hands, moving it to his clothed cock. Your knees thud against the bed. He’s already hard. You brush your fingers against him as he grabs your tit, squeezing it through your shirt.

“Get on your knees,” his demand slicing through the tension.

You listen to him, the only cushion for your knees is the plush carpet.

He hooks a finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. Until now, you liked the sweet idea that sex was pure and something between two people who liked each other in some way or another. But as you look in Rafe’s eyes, you know that’s not true. This isn’t just about him getting off, he wants to prove something to you. That you can say no to him all you want, but he has all the power here.

He runs his thumb across your bottom lip before speaking in a low, raspy voice.

“I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You start to unzip his pants, taking him out as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it as he pushes it as far as it can go. He laughs as you almost gag. He leaves a string of spit on your chin before putting his hand to the back of your head, fingers threading in your hair. You move your attention to his leaking cock.

You’ve heard stories from friends, but it’s still a bit shocking to see how big he is.

You wrap your fingers around it, pumping it a few times before licking the side of him. You can hear the sighs coming from his lips. You move your tongue around his tip, tasting the salty precum.

“You’re teasing me, baby.” You try not to roll your eyes at the pet name.

He moves your hair out of your face as you put him down your throat. You take as much of him as you can, gagging when he hits the back of your throat. You continue to bob your head, his cock going down your throat over and over again. After a bit, he tugs on your hair, moving your head up.

He scans your face through half-closed eyes, drool drips from your chin and tears have started to make their way down your cheeks.

You can see the smirk grow on his pink lips, wiping the tears off with a swipe of his thumb.

“Was that too much for you?” He asks against your lips, bringing you into a kiss.

He doesn’t kiss you as roughly as he did that one night, knowing you can’t get away from him now. He licks inside your mouth as he brings you onto the bed with him. He sheds his clothes before helping you with yours. You lie bare in front of him, and all you want to do is cover up from his roaming eyes. Sucking his dick is one thing, but now you’re going to let him fuck you.

He can see the slick on your thighs as he gets on top of you.

“Did sucking my cock make you that wet?” He asks, laughing. “I knew you were into me.” He puts his lips around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around it. His hand grabs the other one, putting the nipple between two of his fingers, toying with it.

A whimper escapes your throat as you try to get some friction. Moving against him, aching for him to touch you or fuck you.

He moves his attention away from your tits, harshly grabbing your thigh to get the right angle, lining himself up to your wet cunt.

He pushes right in, almost bottoming out.

“Rafe,” you cry.

“Shh, relax,” he says out of breath.

He ruts into you, hips against yours. His thick cock stretches you out, the feeling being almost too much for you to handle. You’ve never felt this full before, feeling like he’s in your belly.

He brings his lips to your face, kissing the corner of your mouth before brushing them against your cheek. He brings them to your ear and whispers between groans, “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this. To see you crying and squirming just for me.”

His words conflict you, knowing how you fell right into his trap, giving him exactly what he wants. The pleasure you feel betrays you, the moans falling from your lips.

He turns you over, snaking an arm under your stomach. He keeps you against him, pounding into you. You’re on your hands and knees, the sound of his brutal pace echoes throughout the room. You’re close, he hits the right spot in you.

His hand meets your ass cheek, making you yelp. He soothes the stinging with a rub of his palm. You feel like every fiber of your being is on fire.

“You’re such a whore. Giving yourself up for some coke. Pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

His hand comes down again, slapping the skin. It’s definitely going to leave a mark.

You can feel his hips start to stutter, his pace getting sloppier.

You can’t believe he’s going to make you come, even after those demeaning words left his mouth. You’re never going to live this down.

He brings a finger to your clit, rubbing it softly. That’s all you need to push you over the edge.

His moans have gotten louder. He twitches inside you, coating your walls with his cum.

You feel like collapsing, almost doing so, but Rafe’s arm holds you up.

He lets you down softly, before getting up. You hear him fumbling with something, but you don’t move your head to look at him.

“Hold still,” he tells you.

You feel him pour a bit of powder on to your bruising cheek. That’s when you move your head.

“Hey, don’t move,” he reminds you.

You stare at the tiny bag in his hand, it’s almost completely full. You don’t believe what you’re seeing.

He’s made a few little white lines and he goes down to snort each one. You watch him, not being able to push down your envy.

He sniffs, rubbing his nose.

“Good girl,” he says as he pats your cheek. You wince a little, the skin still hurting.

You move into a sitting position, still staring at the bag.

“Did you really need that much, Rafe?” Your throat feels tight, starting to understand that you’ve been lied to.

There’s a mischievous glint in his eye. But you wouldn’t call Rafe mischievous, you’d call him downright awful.

He gives you that smug grin of his, saying, “It’s enough for us.”

Your brows are furrowed, not wanting to come to the conclusion you’re thinking.

“Barry’s not going to sell to you anymore. So, it seems like I’m the only person you have to go to.”

You open your mouth, trying to form your confusion. But he continues.

“I paid him off, Y/N. You really think he’d just run out like that.” He shakes his head, laughing.

“You can keep your money. I’m going to be wanting this,” he motions toward the two of you, “form of payment.”

You start to become aware of the stickiness of his cum between your thighs. A tear falls down your face. He wipes it like earlier, keeping his thumb on your cheek. A sob leaves your mouth at the next few words he says.

“For the rest of the summer, you’re mine.”

[flourjsh]

❋ love sick

i. ajax is sick, luckily he has his cute medic gf to aid him.

ii. ajax petropolus x female reader

iii. sickness, making out, reader can blush, mention of food / vegetables

iv. reader can only heal physical wounds, effects like a fever cannot be treated. ajax can turn his snake hair into normal hair when he's feeling unwell. ( hc, not real. )

a raspy groan emerged from the lonely bed of ajax, throat sore and head aching as he, with all his might, attempts to escape his bedridden curse. you gaze upon his place with narrowed eyes and scrunched eyebrows, hands on your hips as you watch your boyfriend's fatal attempt fail. he sighs in defeat once he feels your angry stare impale his figure, leaning back into his place on the bed with a defeated look. you huff in satisfaction and continue your homework. well, not just yours, but his too.

"[name], please just let me out.. i've been stuck here for ages." he pleads with a exaggerated voice. desperate to leave this hellhole of a room with you by his side. "ajax, i've told you many times. you need to stay in bed, it's for your own good." you spoke in a motherly tone, not even sparing a glance at the boy who just turned his back to you. "if anything, this is your fault. I told you we shouldn't have stayed under the rain for too long. luckily for me, my immune system is much stronger than yours. so once your temperature lowers, you really need to eat more of your vegetables, okay snake boy?" he whimpers in distraught "but, it tastes so weird. the texture is rough, and it tastes like nothing! you're basically eating a leaf at this point."

you roll your eyes and pay him no mind. quickly reverting back to your study of carnivore plants, [name], sleep with me." the drastic change of voice and personality caught you off guard at first but soon recovered and turned your back to your homework. "i have homework to finish, plus if i get sick, who's gonna take care of you?" "but, you said you had a strong immune system. you can survive this, right?" now thinking back on it, the chances of him infecting you with his bacteria is a fifty-fifty chance. long as he doesn't yawn in your face or lick your lips as a joke you'll be alright. "I accept your offer." turning the lamp off, the room goes dull with the lack of light. moonshine seeping through the class window behind the bed, you place next to him and he immediately turns to face you with a eager look in his eyes. to which you blankly stared at him with a tired face.

"you know we can't exchange any physical contact, it's too much of a risk. control yourself jax." you say as you wrap your finger around his used to be snake hair. he doesn't say anything which makes you cock an eyebrow, you stare into his eyes and immediately, your lips are attacked by his own. thin hands gripping each side of your head while his tounge ravages your mouth. you moan in worry and pleasure. gripping his shoulders tight as you lean deeper into the kiss. a few seconds later you both pull way. panting and gasping for air, sweat rolls down your forehead and your body temperature increases. red engulfing your face to which ajax chuckles at.

"what happened to no physical contact, doctor?"

[munsonsgirl71]

Let's Risk It - Eddie Munson Fanfic

Warnings: 18+ ONLY as always. There is a teeny tiny mention of self harm, like blink and you'll miss it. That's it. Some fluff, some agnst, Eddie being... Eddie. This is an older rockstar!eddie and even though age isnt mentioned I did write this with the reader being younger in mind. I also tried my absolute hardest to keep this neutral and I think I did but if I didn't please let me know and I will remove the tag. Use of pet names: sweetheart, angel, baby.

You heard his whistle echo off the cinderblock walls of the venue before you heard the steady thump of his boots on the tile. He was getting closer to the wardrobe room and you knew he was coming for you. To give you that cheeky smirk and a wink as he passed by on his way to own clothes. Your eyes stayed focused on the shirt you were steaming the wrinkles out of when the door opened and clicked shut with a loud thud. 

“Maverick.” Eddie greeted your boss with a nod as he made his way over to where you stood with your back to him. “Sweetheart.” 

“Mr. Munson.” You greeted as professionally as possible as his ringed hand grabbed a handful of your hip on his way past you. “I was able to fix that rip in your shirt, it’s in your case.” 

“You’re an angel.” He drawled as he flashed you his dimples over his shoulder and threw you a wink. “Thank you.” 

“Just doing my job.” You shook your head at him before turning back to the shirt in front of you. “Would you like me to steam it for you?” 

“Nah… I’m not as prissy as Jeff.” He chuckled as he pulled open his case and riffled through the clothes hanging on the racks. “I like my shirts to have a few wrinkles. Makes me look metal.” 

“Makes you look messy.” You giggled as you threw him a glance and both of his eyebrows shot up behind his curly bangs. 

“Did you just call me messy?” His eyes narrowed into a glare as he turned on his heels and stalked back over to you. His hand came up and wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead before pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “I can show you messy, baby. Don't tempt me.” 

“That’s enough, Eddie.” Maverick hollered from behind you two and you jumped at the volume of his voice. “She has work to do and you need to get ready. You can flirt with her after the show.” 

“Mav, you’ve been busting my balls for nearly ten years.” Eddie barked a laugh as he looked over at the plump man positioned behind his sewing machine. “You never let me have any fun!” 

“Like I said…” Maverick gave him a pointed look over the top of his glasses as he lifted his foot and let the machine stop. “You can have your fun after she’s done working. Leave her be.” 

“Fine, fine.” Eddie held up both of his hands in defense as he backed away from you slowly, a small smirk pulling up the corner of his lips. “Have it your way, boss man.” 

“Thank you.” Maverick pushed his foot down on the pedal and let the machine whir back to life as Eddie kept his eyes trained on you. You turned back to your work but could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your head. 

You started working for Corroded Coffin about a year ago when you were desperate for a job and an escape from the shitty small town life you had been living. Working paycheck to paycheck at the diner, killing roaches in your studio apartment as you tried to cook another dinner of fifty cent ramen noodles, hooking up with randoms who were passing through just to feel something. You hated it. You were lonely, you were sad and truth be told you were on the verge of ending it all. But then you got a call from an old friend saying she was engaged and would be quitting her job and they were looking for her replacement. She helped you fly out to LA where you met Maverick in some swanky bar where the drinks cost more than your rent. He offered you the job on the spot, paying five times what you had previously made in a month and the next day you were on the bus to Cincinnati where the band was kicking off their world tour. 

It took about a month before you officially met Eddie at an after party. You’d seen him backstage and had passed him in hotel lobbies but you had never spoken to him. Maverick had pulled you off the bus that night, saying you needed to let loose, and drug you to the bar the band had decided to hole up in. He walked you right over and introduced you to the guys and their ladies of the night, muttering about groupies after he pulled you away for shots. 

The next night Eddie sauntered into the wardrobe room hours before lights up, which you were told was not normal. He perched himself up on Maverick’s sewing table and shot the shit with him until he needed to get dressed. The zipper on his leather pants broke and you were forced to sew him into them since Maverick was busy helping Gareth fix his boots. It was all soft, brown eyes and beaming smiles, pet names and soft brushes of his hands after that. There was a very fine like the two of you were toeing and you knew it. You wanted him and he wanted you but it would never come to be. Flirting was fine, stolen glances and grabbing touches when no one was looking was okay too, even the nights you two found yourselves alone in a bar was great but he was the talent and you were a lowly seamstress that worked for his record label. You needed the job and you wouldn’t risk it. Not for anything. 

“I think that shirt is wrinkle free.” Eddie chuckled from next to you, shaking you out of your thoughts as he reached over and took the steamer out of your hand. “You okay?” 

“I’m fine, Mr. Munson.” You nodded as you fiddled with the hanger in front of you trying to avoid his gaze. “Thank you.” 

“Wanna go for a smoke?” 

“Can’t.” You shook your head as you chewed into your bottom lip and let your eyes flit across the room to Maverick. “Gotta work.” 

“Seeing as you almost melted that shirt I’m sure Mav won’t mind if you take a quick break.” He gave your wrist a reassuring shake as he started to pull you towards the door. “I’m taking her for a smoke, boss man. We’ll be right back!” 

The door clicked shut behind you but you still heard Maverick’s shout of ‘god damn it, Eddie’ as you scampered off down the hall. It was a crisp Autumn night in Seattle and the sky was clear enough to see the stars. You leaned back against the brick facade of the building and let Eddie light a cigarette for you before taking it from him with a small smile. 

“You sure you're okay?” He spoke around his own cigarette as the end burned cherry red and you nodded as you took a long drag of your own. “You do that a lot? Zone out like that?” 

“I was just thinking.” You whispered as you blew the smoke out of your lungs. 

“Sweetheart, I was calling your name for a good five minutes.” He gave you a look that you couldn't quite decipher as he blew out his own smoke. “If you were thinking that hard it must be something big on your mind. You wanna talk about it?” 

“I uh… I just…” You looked down at where you were kicking a small rock with the toe of your dirty chucks. “I need you to stop being nice to me.” 

“I’m sorry?” He jerked back like you had just slapped him in the face and his eyes were full of shock as he looked over at you. “You need me to stop being nice to you?” 

“I need this job, Eddie.” You stressed as you took another drag of your cigarette and let your words sink in as you blew it out. “I have nothing to go back to; no home, no job prospects. I can’t risk losing this. And the flirting and the touching and the quiet talks tucked away in bar booths is putting this at risk.” 

“Sweetheart, it’s not risking…” 

“But it is!” You spoke a little louder than you intended as you turned your whole body to face him. “I know Maverick makes his jokes but he is watching me. He sees everything and I know with just one slip up I’m gone. You’re the talent, Eddie! This thing between us, whatever it is, has got to stop. I cannot lose my job!” 

“Baby,” he whispered as he threw down his half smoked cigarette and took your face in his hands. “You are not going to lose your job. I promise. I will never let that happen.” 

“It’s not up to you.” 

“Like hell it isn't!” He scoffed as his grip on your cheeks tightened. “This is my band, my tour. I’m the fucking boss and if I say you’re safe then you’re safe. You really think those boardroom assholes want to piss off their money maker? Think again, baby.” 

“Eddie…I can’t… we can’t…” He cut you off with his lips crashing into yours as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Calloused thumbs swiped over your cheeks as your lips moved with his. Soft but chapped, warm and honey sweet tasting like smoke and bourbon and Eddie. Your hands gripped the lapels of his shirt and pulled him in as close as he could get. Hips pushing yours back into the wall as the bricks scraped against your bare shoulders and a soft whine escaped your throat. It was all teeth and tongues, hands in hair and his knee wedging between your own. It was hot. Messy. Too much. Far too much and you both pulled away, panting as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“You’re safe.” He breathed out as he placed a few more chaste kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. “You’re safe with me.” 

“Promise?” 

“Baby, I swear on my life.” His eyes sparkled as he pulled back to look at you fully. “Nothing is ever going to happen to you. Not with me.” 

“I gotta get back to work.” You sniffled as a few more rouge tears rolled down your cheeks. “You gotta let go, Eddie.” 

“Never.” He laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head. “But I will let you get back to it. I need your help with my pants.” 

“Jesus Christ!” You groaned as you pushed him off and gave him a playful glare. “Did you break the zipper again?” 

“It’s not my fault, sweetheart!” He threw his hands up and let them fall to slap against his leather clad thighs. “The fucking zipper just can’t contain The Beast!” 

“Did you just…” You clicked your tongue as his eyes sparkled and you rolled your eyes. “Get inside and take your pants off.” 

“Easy, tiger!” He giggled as you shoved him towards the doors leading back into the venue which he held open for you so he could slap your ass as you slipped back inside. “I’ll report you for harassment if you keep talking to me like that.” 

“Well lucky for me the fucking boss is into me so I think I’ll be okay.” You smiled sweetly at him as he threw his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side. “What do you think of a lace up fly? For your pants?” 

“A lace up?” He cocked his head to the side as he looked down at you and you nodded. “Would you help me tie them every night?” 

“Oh I don’t know, Mr. Munson.” You feigned innocence as he pulled open the door to the wardrobe room for you. “I might need a raise if that’s added to my job duties.” 

“I’ll talk to the fucking boss and see what he can do for you.” He smirked as he followed you and kicked off his shoes, shimming out of his pants and handing them over to you. “Thank you for taking care of me, angel.” 

“Thank you for keeping me safe.” You whispered as you took the pants from him and gave him a sweet smile. “No get outta my work space so I can fix The Beast tamer!” 

His hearty laugh echoed all the way down the hallway and you couldn’t help the face splitting smile that spread across your lips. 

Maybe he was worth the risk after all.

[energy-boy-eric]

Just out of reach

Pairing: Cupid! Hyunjae X reader

Genre: fluff of course, a lil bit angsty, inspired by Cupid (fifty fifty) and cool with you (newjeans)

You know I'm just obsessed with cool with you and the Cupid concept so as soon as I saw this hyunjae I thought I could write something :)

Hyunjae was sure you couldn't see him, but he was also sure you could feel him. The way you were obsessed with Eros and Psyche, the story, the paintings, the statues. Everything related to Cupid and angels in general actually. You spent hours searching and documenting on the fable, you even went to Paris to admire the statue at the Louvre museum. The funny thing was, that your Cupid, Hyunjae, was always by your side. He didn't want to admit it, but yes, he was indeed interest in you, and eventually he fell in love with you over time.

He knew it wasn't right.

The two younger angels, Eric and Sunwoo, who followed him everywhere to assure he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary Cupid-routine he needed to do. Except, he wasn't doing any of it. You were beautiful, you had countless chances of falling in love, in the elevator, under the rain, in the restaurant, even at the Louvre. At some point, you even wandered if you could ever be able to fall in love, blaming your Cupid, whoever he was. When you observed the Eros and Psyche statue, Hyunjae could see your gorgeous reflection on the window, but him. It was like he didn't even exist, which from some points of view it was also true.

He hated it. He couldn't touch you, feel you. While you admired the painted and sculpted angels, he admired you. Only you.

On the other hand, sometimes, you questioned to yourself if you even had a Cupid, having lots of doubts, since you were lonely most of the time. You felt lonely. All the couples that passed by, hugging, kissing, giving flowers and chocolate boxes on valentine's day. But you never gave up, always giving a second chance to your love life, hoping that someday you'll find your sweet half.

Little did you know, that your soulmate, was exactly by your side, everywhere you went.

Little did you know, that in two days you would find yourself in heaven, remembering a car crash, looking right at Hyunjae who waited this moment since the very first day he saw your adorable face. He would absorb all your features in, finally able to touch you, giving your wings and taking your hand in his, walking through streets and parks, matching couples together being a couple yourselves. The very first destined cupid couple.

So this is it!! I hope you liked it, it's my very first fanfic I've ever posted on Tumblr, sorry for any grammatical errors but English isn't my first language. Let me know if you have any requests <3

[alpineshift]

Prompt 5 please, it’s my lucky number 🍀

Hope you are well!

Lucky number 5!! thank you anon, I hope you're doing well too 💕 I'm taking this in a bit of a space opera direction for fun, bear with me 🪐

5.  “Just take me home.”

It's been three long hours since Jack disappeared behind the Lonely Emperor's heavy doors with the rest of the Centurion Commanders, and Nico is getting antsy.

He doesn't outwardly show it; he's way too well trained, way too professional to show anything but solemn, stern diligence, but the longer the meeting drags on, the more agitated he becomes.

The rest of the guards in the waiting room loiter about in varying states of apathy or professionalism; a few have started a tabletop game with a battered pack of spitback cards, others are sitting rigidly off by themselves, and some are obviously gossiping. Nico keeps to himself by the window, staring out at the holographic loop of a beautiful waterfall in a deep forest.

It's a pathetic attempt at covering up the veritable bloody wasteland just beyond the computerized screens. It's also a poor reminder of the lush greens and endless mountain ranges back in Valais. Nico hasn't seen it in over ten years.

A subtle pinging bell has all the guards scrambling to attention. They fall into line outside the doors as they open up and the commanders come marching back out.

Jack's a younger face and a slighter frame amidst the older leaders. Nico spots him instantly and immediately falls into step after him, a precise one-and-a-half paces after Jack's walking pattern, always within arm's reach.

Jack offers a quick glance behind him, expression placid, and Nico just knows that the meeting had gone to absolute shit.

They don't talk until they return to their shuttlepod. Jack climbs into the passenger side (never in the back) and activates the blackout screens as soon as Nico slide into the driver's side and starts the engine.

"Seven more solar years," he says without preamble, and Nico's hands slip on the console controls. "Seven more years of Letum, this hell-planet, seven more years of blood, seven more god damn years of losing soldiers to the most pointless war in existence. Fuck. Fucking fuck."

"I'm sorry, Centurion Hughes," Nico says after a moment, because--what else is he going to say? Sorry it'll be seven more years before you see your parents again? Sorry it'll be seven more years before you can keep your promise to your brothers? Sorry you'll waste seven more years of your youth on a greedy man's war, sorry the chances of you seeing Earth ever again will only ever grow slimmer over the next two thousand, five hundred and fifty five days?

Jack whips his head around to stare at him, expression flinty, angry. "What the fuck are you sorry for, Hischier? You should be spitting at my feet, cursing me out. I promised you a return ticket to Switzerland after this rotation, and instead I've just condemned you for a fourth time. You should be fucking furious."

"You know I'm not," Nico tries, but Jack snarls and turns away from him, glaring at the window. Nico can see his tormented expression reflected in the glass, and he sighs and pulls away from the port dock. The flight back to their quarters is quiet for the first half, both men lost in their own thoughts.

"I expect to see your resignation on my desk by tomorrow morning," Jack finally says, the same thing he's said after their first campaign renewal, then their second, then the third. There was a time he'd shout it at Nico every other day, a demand, an order, and then a desperate plea. Then terrible, sulky silence when Nico remains stubbornly by his side, immovable as a mountain.

"You won't," Nico replies, the same as he's said every time.

"You should go back to Earth."

"I'll go back when you do."

"There's nothing for you here. You'll die on this planet."

"I'll die when you die," Nico says, and his grip tightens on the console when Jack lets out a stifled, wounded sound. "From flesh to bone to ash to stardust, Centurion Hughes. I swore it when I entered your service, and I will honour it until the very end."

Jack is silent and still for a long, long time. So still that Nico had to glance over to make sure he's still breathing.

Finally, Jack exhales, burnt out and deep, like a tired old man. "Just take me home, Hischier."

Nico knows he's not talking about their infantry headquarters on Letum.

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▷  currently  playing  ——  I AM JUST A MUSEUM OF EVERYTHING I'VE LOVED: A PLAYLIST FOR MARCUS THOMPSON. 

♡ tracklist + relevant lyrics below ♡

▷ MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE BY MITSKI.

moon, tell me if i could // send up my heart to you? // so when i die, which i must do // could it shine down here with you? // 'cause my love is mine, all mine // i love mine, mine, mine // nothing in the world belongs to me // but my love mine, all mine, all mine

▷ DREAMS BY HANA VU.

every night is beautiful // and every song's your favorite one // and all you do is smile and never cry // and love doesn't fade away // and all your friends stay the same // and everyone you love never dies // and it's easy to go on, go on // it's easy to hold on, hold on // it's easy to believe in dreams

▷ GOOD OLD-FASHIONED LOVER BOY BY QUEEN.

ooh love (there he goes again) // ooh lover boy (who's my good old-fashioned lover boy?) // ooh ooh // what're you doing tonight? hey boy! // everything's all right, just hold on tight // that's because i'm a good old // fashioned (fashioned) lover boy

▷ MAKE YOUR OWN KIND OF MUSIC BY CASS ELLIOT.

nobody can tell ya // there's only one song worth singing // they may try and sell ya // 'cause it hangs them up to see someone like you // but you gotta // make your own kind of music // sing your own special song // make your own kind of music // even if nobody else sings along

▷ MR. BLUE SKY BY ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA.

sun is shinin' in the sky // there ain't a cloud in sight // it's stopped rainin' // everybody's in the play // and don't you know // it's a beautiful new day // hey-ey-hey // runnin' down the avenue // see how the sun shines brightly // in the city // on the streets where once was pity // mr. blue sky is living here today

▷ CLOUDBUSTING BY KATE BUSH.

like the sun coming out // ooh i just know that something good is going to happen // i don't know when // but just saying it could make it happen

▷ MEET ME AT OUR SPOT BY THE ANXIETY.

meet me at our spot // caught a vibe (woo woo) // baby, are you coming for the ride? (the ride, the ride, the ride) // i just wanna look into your eyes (your eyes, your eyes) // i just wanna stay for the night, night, night // when we take a drive (woo woo) // maybe we can hit the 405 // hypnotized by the lights // man, this must be the life

▷ FRIDAY I'M IN LOVE BY THE CURE.

throw out your frown and just smile at the sound // as sleek as a shriek, spinning round and round // always take a big bite, it's such a gorgeous sight // to see you eat in the middle of the night // you can never get enough, enough of this stuff // it's friday, i'm in love

▷ THE PROMISE BY WHEN IN ROME.

if you need a friend // don't look to a stranger // you know in the end, i'll always be there // and when you're in doubt // and when you're in danger // take a look all around, and i'll be there

▷ DANCING WHILE THE WORLD BURNS BY ADORE.

and somehow i'm hopeful // it goes on and on, the record's spinnin' // and on and on, and the record spins // and it goes // da da da da // dancing while the world burns // la la la la // laughing when my heart hurts

▷ DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT BY THIN LIZZY.

dancing in the moonlight // it's caught me in its spotlight // and i'm dancing in the moonlight // on this long, hot summer night

▷ (WON'T SOMEBODY) TAKE ME OUT TONIGHT BY MOLLY NILSSON.

i got a hundred stupid things to say // and tons of compliments to give away // and i've got fifty bucks that you can borrow // and i won't be able to remember it tomorrow // the city is a cold and lonely place // i wanna look into an unfamiliar face // if you'll come with me, you'll be my best friend forever // and we can make new memories together

▷ THIS MUST BE THE PLACE (NAIVE MELODY) BY TALK TALK.

feet on the ground, head in the sky // it's okay, i know nothing's wrong, nothing // hi-yeah, i got plenty of time // hi-yeah, you got light in your eyes // and you're standing here beside me // i love the passing of time // never for money, always for love

▷ OH TO BE IN LOVE BY KATE BUSH.

oh, to be in love // and never get out again // oh, to be in love // and never get out again // oh, to be in love // and never get out again

▷ MY SILVER LINING BY FIRST AID KIT.

take me someplace where there's music and there's laughter // i don't know if i'm scared of dying // but i'm scared of living too fast, too slow // regret, remorse, hold on, oh no i've got to go // there's no starting over // no new beginnings, time races on // and you've just gotta keep on keeping on // gotta keep on going // looking straight out on the road // can't worry 'bout what's behind you // or what's coming for you further up the road // i try not hold on to what is gone // i try to do right what is wrong

▷ TWO BY SLEEPING AT LAST.

i will love you without any strings attached // it's okay if you can't catch your breath // you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest // i know exactly how the rule goes: // put my mask on first // no, i don't want to talk about myself //tell me where it hurts // i just want to build you up, build you up // 'til you're good as new // and maybe one day i'll get around to fixing myself too

▷ UNDER PRESSURE BY QUEEN & DAVID BOWIE.

can't we give ourselves one more chance? // why can't we give love that one more chance? // why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love // give love, give love, give love, give love, give love? // 'cause love's such an old-fashioned word // and love dares you to care for // the people on the (people on streets) edge of the night // and love (people on streets) dares you to change our way of // caring about ourselves // this is our last dance // this is our last dance

▷ DREAMS BY THE CRANBERRIES.

and now i tell you openly // you have my heart so don't hurt me // you're what i couldn't find // a totally amazing mind // so understanding and kind // you're everything to me // oh, my life is changing everyday // in every possible way

▷ TAKE MY HEART BY JOHNNY GOTH.

take my heart // tell me you love me, babe // i know, yeah, i feel the same // i know the feeling, it comes in waves // you know that if you // fall apart, baby, i will sew your heart // it don't matter where you are // i'll follow you into the dark

▷ LITTLE HEATHEN BY PLEASURE NATURE.

love, you bring me to my knees // i'll do anything that you told me to // we can share the same disease // i sacrifice my heart to you // holding hand eternally // laughing together, so happily // we dug our hands in the garden // to bury our little problems

▷ HEAVEN BY MITSKI.

hear the storm dances outside // something set free is running through the night // and the dark await us all around the corner // but here in our place, we have for the day // can we stay a while and listen for heaven?

▷ I GOT A DREAM BY JIM CROCE.

like the fool i am and i'll always be // i got a dream, i got a dream // they can change their minds but they can't change me // i got a dream, i got a dream // oh, i know i could share it if you want me to // if you're goin' my way, i'll go with you // movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway // movin' ahead so life won't pass me by

▷ WOUNDS OF LOVE BY NATION OF LANGUAGE.

i try, i try, i try to stop it // but i can't help but recall // i can't help but recall // can i ever get past the wounds of love? // no, no, no // can i ever get past the wounds of love? // no, no, no

▷ LONELY DANCERS BY CONAN GRAY.

we're both alone now // tears in our eyes // i know the perfect way to waste our time // we're lonely dancers // join me for the night // we're lonely dancers, baby // dance with me so we don't cry // we're lonely dancers // there's no need to hide // i know the answer, baby // dance with me so we don't cry

▷ BAD HABIT BY STEVE LACY.

i wish i knew, i wish i knew you wanted me // say to me (please say to me) // if you still want it // i wish you wouldn't play with me

▷ IM SO HAPPY BY EKKSTACY.

my heart is made of gold // at least that's what i've been told // but the flowers in my soul // are getting old

▷ SPELL STRIKE BY PROVOKER.

i should know by now, i can't lie // i still want your love // don't know why // it's a feeling i can't fully own // 'cause i know i'm not alone // i let you take what i want

▷ DON'T SPEAK BY MATT MALTESE.

with my head in my hands, i sit and cry // don't speak, i just what you're sayin' // so please stop explainin', don't tell me 'cause it hurts // don't speak, i just what you're thinkin' // and i don't need your reasons, don't tell me 'cause it hurts // it's all endin', i gotta stop pretendin'

▷ OVER AND OVER BY LOVE SPELLS.

you just forgot me // you didn't want me like you said // ... // but i come back to you again // 'cause all it takes is a text // all i need is a call // all i need is your voice // and back to you i would crawl

▷ I REALLY WANT TO STAY AT YOUR HOUSE BY ROSA WALTON & HALLIE COGGINS.

and why do i still wanna call you? (call you, call you, call you) // so, what do you want to do? what's your point of view? // there's a party, screw it, do you want to go? // a handshake with you, what's your point of view? // i'm on top of you, i don't wanna go // 'cause i really wanna stay at your house // and i hope it all works out // but you know how much you broke me apart

▷ LINGER BY THE CRANBERRIES.

but i'm in so deep // you know i'm such a fool for you // you got me wrapped around your finger // do you have to let it linger? // do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger? // oh, i thought the world of you // i thought nothing could go wrong // but i was wrong, but i was wrong

▷ I BET ON LOSING DOGS BY MITSKI.

i bet on losing dogs // i know they're losing and i pay for my place by the ring // where i'll be looking in their eyes when they're down // i'll be there on their side, i'm losing by their side

[twoidiotwriters1]

Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I would die for every child in this story -Danny

Words: 2,268

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2008—2009

"What if we skip the press and go straight to the party?"

"They'll ask you questions whether they see you in front of a speaker stand, or by the bar."

Mel shook her head in defeat. "Well, at least the kids get to stay."

"I won't take my children to the ministry if I can help it, especially James."

"Lovely parenting, Glasses, talking ill about your kids behind their back..."

They were getting ready to attend a dinner celebrating Mr. Greengrass's trajectory, fifty years of devoted work trying to understand the secrets of the wizarding world. Mel and Harry were a few of the carefully selected guests.

Mel, with her research on obscurial going steady, was on the brink of another great discovery, which of course, would be the cherry on top of her boss's career since he was nearing retirement.

"You know what Erick told me the other day?" The woman continued, brushing thick locks of hair and pushing them one by one over her shoulders.

Harry hummed to let her know he was listening.

"He's starting a business with Anne," she smiled at her reflection. "He wants to pick up where his grandad left it."

Harry looked at her in surprise. "That's great! What does he and Anne have in mind? Tellies and phones?"

"Think so," she nodded. "But if he does this, he'll quit his current job, which makes me sad." Mel sighed and got up. Harry didn't ask why, he knew.

"Office hours might get duller without him, but you'd still get to see Ron, 'Mione and me during lunch hour."

"That's not what bothers me," Mel replied. "You know I can handle dull, it's just... we've slowly been growing apart from everyone. Haven't you noticed?"

"By everyone, you mean..?"

"Our friends. Neville, Luna, the twins... I mean, we see them at birthday parties, holidays and all that, but we used to see each other almost every weekend—"

"You worry you won't get to see Erick as often as you do now?" Harry teased her. "He lives fifteen minutes away—On foot!"

"Well, he's still my best friend!" Mel argued.

"I thought I was your best friend."

Mel huffed and lightly stomped her foot in frustration. Harry smirked, all those years together and she was still as easy to tease as when they were little.

"I worry we'll grow apart, okay?"

"When has that ever happened to the people we know? Take Remus and Sirius for example. It only took a few days for them to be back in—"

"Yeah, but that's just the thing, it's not like we can go back to being students at Hogwarts, cause the one time we all hung out together Erick and I were dating, and after that, no other routine lasted, did it?"

"Is this your way of telling me you've fallen back in love with Erick, or..."

"Glasses!" Mel approached him with a scowl. "I'm saying that we aren't getting younger, and we got kids, jobs, and projects that are leading us in different directions—it's not like before, when the war ended and all we cared about was spending time with each other, and having fun. It'll never be like that again and..."

Mel took a quick breath that came out shaky and Harry realized she was spiraling. He stopped his teasing and reached out to stroke her hands, his shoulders tensed when he realized her skin was cold and sweaty.

"Look up," he spoke. "Look at me."

Mel's pout turned more prominent, but her breathing steadied. She held onto Harry's hands tightly.

"Your job won't keep you from having company. You'll never be lonely, not for as long as I'm alive, and I've already made up my mind that I won't die before you do, so stop worrying."

Mel chortled at his words. "Yeah, I believe you'll find a way to keep that promise."

Harry moved his hands to cup her face, stroking it with his thumbs. "Changes are good. I know you don't love them, but so far it's always bettered our days in one way or the other, right?"

"Right."

"Think that in a couple of years, we'll all be old, and we'll have tea every late afternoon in our back garden with Erick and Anne, and everyone else with come during the weekends. How does that sound?"

"Sounds extremely monotonous," Mel said. "I like it."

"All you have to do is be patient," he reminded her.

Mel groaned and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Time is my biggest enemy."

"I know," he laughed. "We should take a break next summer, let's take the kids and go camping. And let's invite Reg and Teddy so they can babysit while we have fun."

Mel laughed and kissed his cheek. "Can't believe it's been ten years since I thought I'd lost you forever," she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And now I'm planning vacations with you and our babies."

Harry kissed her temple. "Not a single second wasted."

Leon Regulus is in the Gryffindor common room, reading the newest article about his sister and grinning every time he stumbles upon a sentence like "her elegance stuns every guest", or some rubbish like that. 

He finds that amusing, knowing how much Mel despises it. Reg stares at the picture of his sister standing next to her boss with Harry beside her, his classic scowl that he only wears in public events. 

Most kids in Hogwarts believe Harry Potter is a broody and mysterious man, and they're always asking Reg if he's scared of his brother-in-law, but Reg always answers that he likes Harry a little too much to care whether he's nice or not.

He always forgets to mention there has never been a day in which Harry isn't smiling or joking around when Reg is visiting. He'll keep forgetting, most likely.

He glances up from the newspaper. At the nearest wall, he sees the Gryffindor Quidditch team's pictures, every team dating from many centuries back is on that wall. He's just realized that Mel, Harry, and probably most Weasleys are there, and he's never seen a picture of his sister in Quidditch uniform. He gets up and walks up to it feeling weirdly excited.

Regulus finds the photo right away. Written at the bottom it reads: Gryffindor Team, 1996-1997. Harry, the seeker and Captain, is seated in the middle of the beaters. Mel is on his left side, and there is a blond boy on his right Reg doesn't know. Ron and Ginny Weasley are standing behind them at opposite ends, with the other two chasers between them.

The people in the image move as every magical picture does in their world, and the younger versions of Mel and Harry keep teasing each other. The rest of the team seems to be having fun too, but it's blatantly clear that Mel and Harry are in their own little world, whispering stupid jokes to make each other laugh.

"Hey, Leon! What's—"

The boy hushes Layla and points at the photo. "Look at them. They look like idiots."

His friend makes a little noise of delight. "They're cute!"

Reg smirks. "They're awful, it's like they're about to kiss."

"Hey," Layla squints and focuses on the girl. "Your sister doesn't have scars in this picture..."

"'Course not, that happened at the end of their sixth year," he explained. "When Dumbledore died."

"Ohh, I see," Layla looks back at him with her big green eyes. Sometimes she reminds him of Luna Lovegood, she's definitely just as mental. "Does it feel weird, knowing all the things that happened to your sister while she was at school?"

Reg thinks about it. "Sometimes. Not always, though. I like to think more about the stuff that happened that wasn't history-worthy."

"Like what?"

"Like her cat Grey, the one that passed a few months ago, Harry gave it to her when they finished their first year. Or when the Weasley twins sent a love letter to her but it was actually a poem making fun of her, and she almost killed them for that," he laughs.

Layla laughs with him. "Books make it look like your sister had an awful time here, but it doesn't sound like it was that terrible."

"Not at all," Reg sighs. "Mel loved this place, she was nervous during my first year, she wanted me to have fun but I was having a hard time, she promised it would get better."

"And has it?"

The boy shrugs. "I miss my friends, but Teddy Lupin starts next September, and Vicky Weasley and Emily Flint the year after. I have to be patient."

He continues to stare at his sister's photograph. He'd already been born by then, his father had died a few months before, and yet she was flirting with Harry like she had no care in the world. He's not upset about it at all, if anything, his family is a collection of brave, kindhearted people, and it's thanks to them that Reg finds his courage even when he's feeling alone.

"Anyway, you up for a game of chess?"

"Hard pass," Layla wrinkles her nose. "How about we visit Hagrid instead?"

He places an arm around her shoulders and guides her out of the tower. "Let's get Penny and Finn, they're probably rubbing their noses raw on library books."

"Mummy!" 

Mel looked away from the bushes she was pruning just in time to see Emmeline and James run up to her dragging their backpacks behind them. It was Anne's time to pick up the kids from school, and she had Emily and Elizabeth with her. Little Josephine followed Mel's twins without really knowing where they were running to.

"My babies are back!" The young mother knelt and opened her arms to welcome her children. "How was school?"

"I drawed this for you, mummy!" James pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his backpack.

"You drew, love," Mel corrected him, holding the piece. "Why is Daddy's hair blue?"

"I couldn't find black crayons."

"Mummy, can Josie stay the night?" Emmeline pleaded.

Mel glanced up at Anne. "Oh, love, she has to ask her mother for permission, isn't that right?"

"We'll talk once we're home," Anne crossed her arms. "Josephine stole someone's lunch today."

"I didn't!" Squealed the four-year-old, her big eyes widening with outrage. "I traded it!"

"Mum doesn't like it when you do that, you know it," Emily reprimanded.

"Telltale!" The little girl pointed at her eldest sister and scowled.

"Josephine, don't point at your sister like that!" Anne scolded them. "Lin..." the woman turned to Mel's daughter and spoke in a polite tone. "I'll let you know before dinner, okay?"

Emmeline looked between the two girls and their mother, she decided not to press the subject. "Okay, thank you..."

"Thank you for bringing the twins," Mel said, giving back the drawing to her son.

"Don't mention it, it'll be your turn tomorrow," her friend replied.

Mel got up and smiled at Anne briefly, sometimes she was glad she didn't have kids that varied much in age, it seemed harder to keep up with all of them. Anne and Erick loved their children, but they were challenging more often than not.

"See you!" James waved enthusiastically when their friends started to leave.

Mel took her kids inside and took their backpacks. Harry's voice came from the babies's room.

"Are the twins home?"

"DAD!" James ran up the stairs and nearly gave them a heart attack, but the boy got to his father unharmed. "I drew you!"

Harry picked him up and seized the drawing his son was offering to him. The man's smile grew. "I do think blue is my colour. What do you think, Mellow, should I dye my hair?"

"Go for it," Mel replied humorously, taking Emmeline's coat and hanging it next to the door. "Matt and Lily?"

"Taking a nap—that means no yelling," Harry said the last part giving a pointed look to his son, who was already trying to escape his hold to look for his younger brother.

"But I want to show my drawing to the babies," James pouted.

"You can show it to them during dinner, come on..."

"Dad," Emmeline stood at the last step of the staircase anxiously. "Can I tell you what I want for my birthday?"

Mel and Harry shared a look, they still had a little more than a month to go before the twins's birthday, but Lin's attitude intrigued them.

"Yes, darling?"

"I want an owl," she said shyly.

"An owl?" Mel raised a brow. "Why?"

"Hedwig is too old to fly," Emmeline said, repeating what her father had mentioned a few days ago during breakfast. "But I'm learning to write—And... well..."

"She wants to write to Uncle Paddie," James giggled like he was telling them a secret. "Because he's writing to the Flint girls, and he's writing shmancy things like 'Yours truly'—Josephine said that he likes her sisters more than he likes us, and it made Lin cried."

Mel looked at her daughter. "And you want an owl so you can send letters to Reggie?"

"Yes." The girl admitted, squeezing the fabric of her shirt between her chubby fingers.

"But you can't write yet," Harry pointed out.

"But I'll learn!" Their girl whined, and it looked like she was on the verge of tears, but Emmeline could cry on command, so Mel and Harry stared at her unfazed.

"I have a better idea," Mel knelt next to her daughter and held her hand. "How about I help you write a letter for Reg? We can surprise him before the school year ends."

"Can I sign it so it says 'your dearest niece'?" The girl asked, her baby-blue eyes glistening with hope.

"Well, it's your letter, so you must," Mel held back a grin.

Emmeline liked romanticizing the little things in life and often suffered from her brother's plainer approach to it (he was a lot like Harry). Lily was too young to join her sister's imaginings, so it was Mel's duty to take her daughter's fancies very seriously.

"Can you please send him the drawing I made, mummy?" James requested.

Mel laughed then. "Sure we can, Jamie."

Next chapter ->

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I'm bored and have no irl friends, so I am going to write for (hopefully) each week of summer break

I will write one-shots for these romantic couples:

Funpoison (Danger Days)

Jetkobra (Danger Days)

The Fabulous Killjoyx x America's Suitehearts (Danger Days x Fall Out Boy OCs)

Kanej (Six of Crows)

Wesper (Six of Crows)

Dreamling (The Sandman)

Steddie (Stranger Things - please dont request please-)

Five Hargreeves x Reader (The Umbrella Academy)

Anyone from the Umbrella Academy, really (platonic or otherwise, just be specific)

Wednesday x Enid (Wednesday)

Merthur (The Adventures of Merlin)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus)

Tysella (Heroes of Olympus)

Solangelo (Heroes of Olympus)

Pretty much any Riordanverse couple

Cherik (X-Men prequels - those are the only ones canon to me)

Hannigram (Hannibal TV show)

Tyrelliot (Mr. Robot)

Stedward (Our Flag Means Death)

Lucien x Pete (Our Flag Means Death - idk the ship name)

CaitVi (Arcane: League Of Legends)

Based on any of these prompts:

// Angst / Whumpy shit //

"Can you... stay... with me? Please?"

Touch-Starved

Post-Battle Healing (sad)

A dying in B's arms

Damsel-in-distress is rescued from [insert evil here] by Love Interest

Grieving (maybe sequel to 4)

"~Take what you need, say your goodbyes / I gave you everything / And it's a beautiful crime~" (TAMER's 'Beautiful Crime')

"It hurts." "Shh, shh, I know, I know, it's okay, you will be okay." (comforting after a nightmare or some nightmarish traumatic shyt)

Drunken confessions (either to the other person or the third wheel who's so damn tired of their obliviousness)

Amnesia

"~ Sorry that I can't take your touch / It's just that I fell in love with a war / Nobody told me it ended ~" (Mitski's "A Pearl")

One of them is brainwashed, the other refuses to fight them

Novo Amor - Repeat Until Death (read lyrics for meaning)

Mumford and Sons - After the Storm

"I never even apologized..."

"I'm so sorry... I'm so fucking sorry - "

"~ When I'm around slow dancing in the dark / Don't follow me, you'll end up in my arms ~" (either unreciprocated love or one character is afraid/knows they're star-crossed)

// Fluff //

Sharing a bed/blanket

"Lonely together?"

Reunion in a big crowd

Bonding over their love for r a t s (or any other animal)

ALTERNATIVE to Angst #12: One is recovering from brainwashing, the other makes them remember again (with true love's ki- *bang bang bang*)

Everyone else is going through melodramatic bullshit, but SOMEHOW Person A and Person B are actually being mature and are happy in their relationship

Slow dancing like there's no one else in the world

(Kinda with Fluff #7, but) Masquerade (NO FIFTY SHADES BULLSHIT PLEASE)

"~ You can run away with me anytime you want ~" (My Chemical Romance's "Summertime")

Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast in America - Gym Class Heroes

"~ And I am the idiot with a painted face / in the corner taking up space / But when he walks in / I am loved / I am loved ~" (Mitski "Me and My Husband")

One has never seen snow, the other loves snow

Post-Battle Healing (nice)

Meet-cute in an utterly ridiculous place

Silly goofy shenanigans together

[shadowqueen402]

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (Sung by Reala!)

Original artist is by Set It Off. This is a present for @kayssweetdreams regarding my fic in which Reala guest appeared in it. And now, this song is most likely what he would sing about Madame Prim!

Fair warning: Strong language, but it's censored

(Hahaha, this is about you)

Beware, beware, be skeptical

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold

Deceit so natural

But a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the h*ll are morals?

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jill's a little w***e, and her alibis are dirty tricks

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Aware, aware, you stalk your prey

With criminal mentality

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide

I smell the blood of a petty little coward

Jack be lethal, Jack be slick

Jill will leave you lonely, dying in a filthy ditch

So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Maybe you'll change

Abandon all your wicked ways

Make amends and start anew again

Maybe you'll see

All the wrongs you did to me

And start all over, start all over again

Who am I kidding?

Now, let's not get overzealous here

You've always been a huge piece of s**t

If I could k**l you, I would

But it's frowned upon in all fifty states

Having said that, burn in h*ll, yeah

Oh, oh, oh

So tell me how you're sleeping easy

How you're only thinking of yourself

Show me how you justify

Telling all your lies like second nature

Listen, mark my words, one day (one day)

You will pay, you will pay

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

Karma's gonna come collect your debt

What do you think?

[malka-lisitsa]

“Mama!”

As if the world is her STAGE, Lizzy trotted out into the center of the living room in Katherine’s household, cradling a bouquet that seemed to go beyond the extremes of flower arranging. This was a botanical EXPLOSION of colours we didn’t even know nature could g r o w, in complexities thought to be extinct by now. 

What’s that- does something look different in this bundle?

That’ll be the six h e a r t s embedded in amongst the Birds Of Paradise, Lilies, and Orchids. One heart, for every hundred years, and an extra with love JUST from Lizzy. For Luck. There’s a reservation confirmation letter for Dorsia with the birthday card in her hand, the menu isn’t much to look at but the patrons are wealthy and delicious. 

“I’ll never ask you exactly how long this planet has been honored to hold you, but I’ll tell you this. Congratulations for being so eternal, I really needed you. You came through. I love you, Happy Birthday.” 

Cheek kiss.

The grand entrance is nothing short of what she expects from mini Katherine, she is her daughter after all. Walking in with purpose and PRESENCE. Sure anyone can make an entrance but theres a certain petrova flair that comes with theirs at all times.

"I havent actually.... celebrated my birthday in.... a very long time." Its lonely when you have no friends, no one you can trust, and no family. Drinking alone loses its luster when it's an every day thing, and when you bury your loneliness in sex and booze already... well again it's just another day but with an annoying little song attached.

However this year, is the first year she's had her daughter lizzy in the mix. No birthday Lizzy cares about slips quietly into the night to go die alone.. Katherine really should have seen this coming... she just didn't even realize what the day was- shes bad with dates. This would be the first year she might actually be able to celebrate her birthday...

which when you think about it, is a celebration of her survival and everything shes been through. Five HUNDRED and FIFTY years of out play, out wit, out last. She really is the ultimate survivor. Jeff where is her million dollars?

"Maybe it's time I start again.... I hope you'll be accompanying me to Dorsia... And to the store... I need a vase for all of these flowers... and some jars for these hearts... who's even are they." Does she even want to know?

"Thank you baby bird. I love you too."