#friends to strangers

[valsmotive]

I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman’s wife knits his death into the sweater.

"the sweater" by gregory orr (inspired by: sixteenthprince)

[ezri261]

"Tatlong bilyon, ikaw lamang ang aking gusto"

Pairings; Wanderer x M!reader

cw: angst, amnesia, resurrection, hanahaki disease

Wanderer didn't know how many years— hell, decades has gone by ever since he saw you die. You were the only one who was there to talk to him, listen to him, comfort him– Yet, you were gone.

Back when he was Kunikuzushi; he didn't know what happened. Your death happened right in front of him— his fourth betrayal. The cold, metallic blood stained his clothes, your mouth filled with petals.

He could still remember your face, your voice, your panic to tell something to him, but he was far too innocent that time to understand. If he had the chance to turn back the time, he would've done something different.

He remembered that day as clear as glass.

"Kuni... I don't think I'll be able to live very long."

"What do you mean by that, M/N?"

"Come, I'll- cough tell you."

He should've noticed the blood-stained petal that came out of your mouth, that was a sign— yet, Kunikuzushi disregarded it, thinking it was normal.

"Kuni, no matter what, you have to promise me- cough something."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Always believe in yourself. Don't let your origin or past define you."

Just as Kunikuzushi was about to respond, you coughed tons of petals, blood dripping down from the side of your chin as your airways were starting to get blocked.

You looked desperate, in pain— yet you looked at Kunikuzushi with affection.

"Don't forget me."

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"Hey–! You dropped this!"

A voice called out to Wanderer. It was familiar, but he didn't want to get his hopes up, his mind convincing him that you were dead.

Just as he turned his body around to get the item he dropped, he made eye contact with those familiar E/C eyes, something that he couldn't take off his mind.

"M/N..?"

"Do I know you?"

[ifixbrokenmemories]

something about Ocean Vuong saying Brooklyn's too cold tonight & all my friends are three years away and all the loneliness that comes with adulthood and remembering strangers who were friends too long ago.

[theangelcatalogue]

MORE TMNT/ROTTMNT CONCEPTS BECAUSE YEAH

I made female!Reader, Sorry! But you guys can change if anyone uses this shit

WHAT ABOUT A SOFT AND SWEET CRIME FIGHTET??? THAT'S RIGHT

Maybe Y/N is a mutant hunter or just a person who fight crimes(like Casey in the ep he mets the turtles)

And she is not alone in that! Oh no! She haves friends, she haves a team!

Her Team met in detention, maybe in that day the turtles where at school fighting a villain(?) (If i remember both Tmnt and Rottmnt haves eps in school so yeah)

And the detention club saw, and after detention they make a meeting and says " Hey guys let's fight crimes too cause why not? "

And BOOM!!! Detention Club!

And Reader is really sweet and soft ! The most nice of the Club and sometimes the most scary

" I am going to smash your bones! <3 "

" Son of a bitch :D "

" I am lurking inside your walls ^^ "

Idk what to say anyomore just here it is, i also made some members of the detention club even thought idk how many members are going to have

Help-

[olsenmyolsen]

Because Of You

master list

dark master list

College AU (Gender Neutral Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: Wanda discovers a crush she never thought of.

Word Count: 1.2K

Wanda Maximoff wasn't sure when it happened, but one day, she started looking at you a little bit differently.

She started noticing how your laughter made her smile longer and more than it used to. Or how when you talked about your friend Kate Bishop from the Archery team, it made her jealous. Not that she even needed to worry because everyone knew about Kate and Yelena's long-standing relationship.

But Wanda still didn't like the feeling she got when you joked around and made plans with Kate or Carol or any other girl that wasn't her.

Regardless, Wanda wasn't sure what to do. You guys had been friends since your second year of high school.  Now, in your second year at university, Wanda needed more time to think. She didn't want to ruin anything between the two of you. Because deep down, Wanda knew you would always be fine whether she shared what was inside of her or not.

After a month of sitting on these ever-growing feelings, Wanda was going to do something about it. She had acted as if nothing had changed between you both. But Wanda was falling more for you every day. And call her crazy, but she could've sworn you had started falling for her between game nights and movie nights, where you two fell asleep in each other's arms—or talked into the morning. Or how you made sure to stay up late and sleep through your first class, all to help Wanda pass her exam.

Wanda was sure you fell, too.

So she made a choice.

Wanda was going to ask you out.

She remembers the day. She got back from the library frustrated from how the rain washed out the smell of you from her favorite hoodie—a hoodie you let her borrow two years prior. Plus, Pietro and his group of friends from track distracting her from taking notes the last hour hadn't helped. On top of those two things, Wanda hasn't seen you at all today. She thought she saw you in the library, but Wanda was wrong.

She missed you. She missed you when she had to get to Professor Fury's class early for some extra credit, and you didn't have time to hang out during her free period. So now, after a wasted library time and missed dinner, Wanda was mad. Mad at today and the way her feelings made her want to scream. All she wanted was you, and the fear of not telling you wasn't winning today.

So what did Wanda do?

She threw her bag and books down onto the shared couch and sprinted her way to your door in the shared suite. Wanda knocked on it like a secret code was separating the two of you. Oh, sweet Wanda was so distracted thinking of the right words and how to phrase them that she didn't even realize that this door was never closed.

Never.

So when it opened and didn't reveal you but instead senior Natasha Romanoff, Wanda's heart cracked in half and sank. "Oh, hi! Wanda right?" She spoke, not knowing that Wanda didn't want to talk to her. Wanda didn't even want to look at her. But Wanda couldn't see past the redhead and was raised to be polite, so she swallowed her tears and smiled.

"Yeah. Hi. Sorry, I didn't know we were having guests." Wanda hated how nonchalant Natasha was in this moment. "Oh, it's no big deal. I came over because I figured I could help Y/N pick out classes for next year." Natasha winked. She fucking winked. "You know, same major and all."

"Right.." Wanda mumbled.

You and Wanda were supposed to do that together. Not that that hurt more than knowing that you and Natasha did not have the same major. Thanks to Yelena and her loud mouth, Wanda knew precisely what major Natasha was graduating with in the spring.

"Wanda?" Finally, you made your presence known as you snuck right up to Natasha, who slung her arm over your body. The fire that burned behind Wanda's eyes tried to light again but failed when she saw how wide your smile was. "What happened? You're soaked?" You moved forward towards Wanda, who held the end of the sleeves in her hand. Something you always noticed. A way you knew she was uncomfortable. But tonight, you didn't comment on it. "Yeah, um, it just started raining." Wanda looked away from your eyes and pretended that she forgot the reason for knocking on your door. She couldn't remember what excuse she came up with.

"Oh shit!" The person separating the two of you spoke up. "If it's raining, that means I have to go and pick up Yelena. Kate and her are in an off period right now." Natasha runs back into the room. Wanda knows she'll never step foot in again. "Hey, you okay?" You finally go to take hold of Wanda's hands, but she pulls them back. "Yeah, I'm fine.." Wanda puts her hands into the hoodie pocket. But her mind fights with her. "Well, actually-"

"Alright!" Natasha opens the door with her bag and books in hand. "If you need any more help, text me, okay?" Natasha asks you as your eyes return to her. "Okay." You smile at the redhead while Wanda feels like she's about to throw up. "And maybe we can hang out tomorrow night? My place?" Natasha asks like the double meaning isn't obvious.

Wanda misses it, but your eyes fall on her figure briefly before you agree. "Sure. Tomorrow." Natasha smiles like she just won the lottery. "Okay. Bye!" Wanda turns back just in time for Natasha's lips to land on your cheek. "Nat, go!" You laugh as the older woman rolls her eyes and sneaks by you and your roommate.

"Bye, Wanda."

Wanda doesn't respond, leaving an awkward tension in the air that Natasha quickly evacuates—leaving just you and her.

"Wanda, I meant to tell you about- no, wait, I'm sorry yo-you wanted to say something earlier. You said well, actually.." Wanda fakes a laugh, tricking you. "Yeah, you're right. I just don't remember what I was going to say. Jeez, I just don't know where my mind is tonight.." Wanda swallows the lump in her throat. Sure that she'll crumble if she keeps talking to you. "Oh." You say. "Do you need help with anything? Studying, or do you want to chill? We can watch those shows you love if you want." Wanda appreciates the thoughts, but all she wants to do is be left alone.

"No thanks. I- I uh, I think I need to rest." Wanda waves you off and heads to her room. Closing the door and locking it. Like yours, her door was never closed.

Once inside, Wanda throws the hoodie off of her as if it burns her body and collapses on her bed. Shoving her face into her pillow, muffling the heartbreaking noise that escapes her throat. Hot tears streaming down her face. All for you. All because of you.

You.

You who didn't know when it happened, but one day, you started looking at Wanda a little bit differently.

Tonight, you planned on doing something about it.

Until Natasha Romanoff stopped you in the library.

Pt. 2

dividers by @/benkeibear

[soulinkpoetry]

Such a strange feeling… to be so close with someone and to now know that now they feel nothing but indifference towards you.

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[rk-tmblr]

<Hurry up, Miya. The silent's being too creepy here where you're supposed to be and I cannot stand it anymore.

>Woah Omi-kun, ya surely have a weird way to admit you're missin' me...

<I do not miss you. I want you, Miya. So get a move on.

From my (soon to be) SakuAtsu Fanfiction.

[itneverendshere]

"this love came back to me." - XI

Pairing: Sunghoon!AU x Reader

Summary: sunghoon never stopped loving his best friend's older sister. even when you broke his heart. even when you left. will he finally let you go or will you finally open up your heart to him?

Chapter word count: 1.430k

CHAPTER WARNINGS: eheheheh; lovers zone; touchy sunghoon; mentions of sex; kissing; mentions of alcohol;

XI. my pretty girl

Sunghoon stands with his hands behind his back, a tall proud silhouette in front of the rising moon. With his slick black hair brushed back, he can easily be mistaken for a prince, a perfect son of a royal family. If it wasn’t for his modern clothes, sometimes you’d think he jumped straight out of a fairy tale book.

His eyes sparkle like they always do when he sees you, his gaze skating over your figure. A mistake. 

Big mistake, because you’re so beautiful, it steals the newfound oxygen from his lungs. He swallows thickly and takes a step toward you as you take another one back. Another step – and your back meets the cold railing of the balcony. Doesn’t matter how hot the summer nights are, that goddamn railing was always freezing.

He takes another, final step toward you until you have to tilt your head back to maintain eye contact. There's nothing separating you now but a whiff of a breath in the hot, humid air. You remember when the two of you were the same height.

“Hi, pretty,” he knows you're tired; he can sense it in the way you instantly cling to him and respond quietly, "Missed you.”

“Missed you more.”

You’ve only been apart for two hours, maximum. But you’ve gotten so wrapped around him over the past month that every second away feels like a lifetime, however dramatic that may sound. His eyes drop to your stained red lips, the strawberry-scented lip oil making it difficult to look away. 

 “Everyone keeps pestering me about us.”

You'd attempted to keep your relationship private for a while, at least a couple of weeks. But destiny had other plans when Sunghoon showed up at your house in a fitted black tee and jeans that only hugged him in the right places. You could only do so much.

Sunghoon scoffs, more amused than exasperated, “'Course they are. Everyone saw you dragging me upstairs last week.”

You cock your head to one side, “Dragging you? Last time I checked, you came willingly.”

He'd run wherever you told him to.

He nods meaningfully, reaching up and tucking his right hand underneath your jaw, “I sure did, pretty.”

It takes you a couple of seconds to catch up, but the ever-present smirk on his handsome face gives him away.

“God, you’re disgusting,” your cheeks are burning, as they always do when his smart mouth comes out to play.

He’s still smirking as his gaze moves over your features slowly, tongue pressed into his cheek. He can’t believe you’re his girl.

“You love it.”

“No I don’t,” you sound far weaker than what you want to. Was it always this hard not to kiss him when he was just an inch away?

You can tell he’s not really listening anymore. His all-rough palms find your bare waist with ease, giving it a squeeze before pulling you into his chest, “Are you breaking my heart, pretty?”

Your smaller hands skate up his torso to rest on his shoulders, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Park.”

“No?”

“Never,” you counter, wrapping your arms around his neck absentmindedly, “As long as you keep the nasty jokes to yourself.”

“You know I can’t,” he murmurs, “I’m barely holding myself together right now. I mean,” Sunghoon says, his voice lower now, gravelly. His eyes drop to the column of your throat as you swallow, soft inches of bare skin that are waiting to be marked, again, “We should’ve just stayed up in your room.”

He leans forward and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip gently, with just enough pressure. Just a few hours ago, you were tracing all his skin with your finger, his wet lips on your neck. 

“Behave.”

It’s a poor attempt to scold him, but you do your best. It’s hard to think when your boyfriend, your very very attractive boyfriend, is caging you against a balcony. There’s something so…personal, about being with him, about being locked away in his arms. Being his. It makes everyone and everything at the party feel miles away.

Fuck, you can barely remember what you were doing before you found him. You have to remind yourself that you’re out in public.

You’ll never get tired of kissing Sunghoon. There isn’t a word to describe how you feel when you’re with him, but it’s…unreal. So devastatingly good, almost too good to be real. He’s so close, his head ducking to yours, lips a hairsbreadth away and yet still so far. 

“Stop teasing, asshole.”

“Not doing anything, angel.”

You place your hands on Sunghoon’s sharp jaw, “Gonna make me do it myself?” 

“Well…You did kiss me first. It’s only fair we honor the tradition.”

“Right,” You raise your brow skeptically, “Trying to get blue balls tonight, I see.”

“You can’t resist me, pretty” he hedges, grinning roguishly, “The sex is way hotter when you’re piss—”

The flesh of your palm presses into his cheeks, and you pull him closer, red lips making contact with his. Hard. It’s the sort of kiss that bruises, that has the pair of you gasping for air.

His hand drops to your ass, palming it unapologetically, a habit he acquired rather quickly once you two got together. Not that you’d ever complain. Sunghoon will never have enough of you at once.

You’re all consuming, all his. 

When you do finally pull away, all you see are plump lips and eyes that seem brighter than they were before. 

“I love you,” he repeats, sighing defeatedly, leaning into your touch.

You tilt his chin down again, so you can peck his chin, “I love you,” Your warm cheeks burning, “So much.”

Sunghoon leans forward, pressing his lips to yours. It’s not really a kiss, just resting his lips on top of yours and breathing each other in. And you stay like that for what feels like hours, wrapped in each other’s embrace and soaking in the reality that you’re finally happy.

“Can you say it again?” His lips don’t move from yours, so the words are muffled, but you hear him just the same.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

His lips pull up until he’s sending you that sweet, devilish grin, through half-lidded eyes, feeling the way his lungs squeeze when you look at him that way.

“My pretty girl.”

You’ve never been so thankful for the curious voice in the back of your head. For bravery and fear, the relief, and the joy he brings to you. And his laughter, his stupid, stupendous, loud laughter. There was never someone quite as extraordinary and perfect as Sunghoon for you. Whatever self-compromises, doubts, and thorns you both went through. It was worth it. The absolute sacrifices and his speechless selflessness when it came to you, to only want to give you the very best.

You understand it all now. 

“You’re never leaving my sight again.”

His head dips down towards the left side of your head, pressing his lips softly behind your ear. You thank your lucky stars for the balcony railing and his sturdy body, otherwise, you’d already be on your knees as he slowly moves down your neck.

Sunghoon loves the way you shudder beneath him when he touches you. You love it just as much.

“We’re in public,” You gulp, taking a deep breath to stop yourself from doing something you’ll regret later on. Like flashing your entire family and letting Sunghoon do whatever he wants with you.

However, he pays no mind to you, pushing your hair back, giving him more access to your neck, sparing no time. Your head automatically falls back, mouth agape as you let out a soft sight, craning your neck to him. 

“I can stop pretty..” He’s teasing, lips separating from your neck. 

“Oh my fucking god?!”

Jake’s voice wakes you up from whatever trance you were stuck on. Your hands automatically push Sunghoon away, and if you weren’t traumatized enough by the situation, you’d have laughed at the way he stumbles, the surprised look on his face would’ve had you teasing him for hours.

Jake ducks his head and grimaces, making loud, gagging noises that only heighten your embarrassment. “Fucking,” he manages between faux retching, “Disgusting.”

Sunghoon’s quick enough to call him out, “Get your ass back inside.”

“My eyes!” He screeches, “I know you got all this pent-up sexual frustration going on, but the balcony, really?!”

“We’ve done worse.”

You glance over at your brother helplessly, looking reasonably chagrined. “He’s kidding,” you try.

“’M not,” Sunghoon challenges, gaze set on his best friend, brows raised, “Want me to list them?” He trails off, eyeing Jake warily.

“Sunghoon!” you interrupt sharply, feeling your cheeks burn.

Your brother backs up, hand wrapped around his mouth as if the alcohol he drowned tonight is about to make a special appearance, “This is officially the worst summer of my life.”

Sunghoon pays him little attention, eliminating the space between you two again, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.“Deal with it.”

Yeah, you're going to marry this man.

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...yes, im alive.

it took me so long to update but I really had no idea what to write, and honestly idk how many chapters are left. let me know if you'd like to see something particular.

Also, I know this chapter isn't super long like the last one but I did my best lmao. Hope you enjoy horny Sunghoon.

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[goosetheluce]

I saw that headcanon for Total Drama where Reader was an old childhood friend of Heather and thought it was absolutely adorable. Can we get one for Courtney and/or Gwen as well?

thanks for the request <3 i looove courtney but i feel like your backstory with her would be similar to heather's. also this was skimmed, sorry for any errors! here's the previous heather version for new readers :)

gwen x gn!reader: reunited childhood friends hc

gwen was never exactly NOT popular.

in fact, she was the one who pushed others away. she had seen enough movies (and the lives of her peers) too many times to fall victim to an oversized social circle.

treading carefully, she only kept a mere few in her school life. but of course, when you came along, gwen couldn't shut you out.

you just appeared in school one day, earning a few whispers here and there and falling naturally into the classroom environment. it seemed this wasn't the first (or last) time you transferred.

you were quiet, mostly, listening to class lectures and jotting down notes in your designated grade 7 chemistry notebook.

someone even called you a weirdo at the table gwen was sitting at.

gwen likes weirdos, even if they aren't really weirdos at all.

the thing about you that caught gwen's eye was your expressiveness. sure, you didn't talk much, but your face spoke for you.

like, when someone made a fool of themselves to impress the class, your lips curled with annoyance and your eyes rolled.

or maybe when the teacher fumbled her words and said something inappropriate, your shoulders relaxed a bit and you let a small grin stretch across your lips.

as gwen observed you across class, missing half of the presentations every day, she decided to make a move at lunch.

after cautious introductions that gradually shifted into music debates and ugly laughs, gwen let you in through the cracks of her stone walls.

her favorite part about the conversation was the way you didn't make a big deal about her appearance. her face was ghostly pale, and her deep bluish-green hair matched her black eyes wonderfully. any other person would have gawked, said she looked sick or like a ghost.

she began to think that if anything, you'd understand that was (part of) the point of her appearance in the first place.

as the school year sped along, you and gwen ended up merging your lives. she lived in the apartment complex across the road from your neighborhood, so she was only a bike ride away. stargazing was her favorite night activity, so you guys were constantly laying down in your background.

her place wasn't the greatest, considering her mom was newly single with two kids. her dad left and moved across the state, paying child support instead of actually visiting. but they made do.

she'd have problems with her family not accepting her, both her gothic nature and her eccentric personality and beliefs; but the love in the house was always there. gwen was bold and clear with what she wanted, and you liked that about her.

she was a breath of fresh air.of course, she could only think the same of you. you didn't stare at her, you gazed. you didn't hear her, you listened. you weren't nice to her, you were kind. you weren't snarky, you were clever.

a treasure like you can only mean friendship to her for so long.

friendly feelings only lasted a few weeks.

but she's gwen, so she didn't change anything after the afternoon she realized she loved you when she saw you in the clouds where her brother saw a tree.

she stayed that way, frozen in time while you packed your bags for the third year in a row to move. just like her dad.

so you left town, but you didn't really leave town because you still haunted gwen every night she stayed up until 2 in the morning, squinting her eyes shut as they stung with tears.

she'd lost the one person who knew everything she was going through.

but life goes on, and gwen is a friend of the dark, so she let the last bittersweet remnants of you ebb away from her mind and instead turned into her own thoughts once more.

high school was hard; not just the math but the people, too. she loved again, but never as hard as she loved you. sometimes she wondered if you were struggling the same way.

then suddenly, she didn't have to wonder anymore, because there you were on this stupid fucking show. she'd only auditioned to try to bring some money back home. she didn't sign up to see her first heartbreak, even if it wasn't your fault.

she wasn't going to ice you out, but she'd be lying if she said it wouldn't be awkward for her. she was wrong, though; the coldness melted instantly the second she heard your laugh.

it wasn't hard for you to recognize her. she had grown quite a bit taller and her face had sharpened with maturity, but her eyes were the same hypnotizing black depths. she had ditched her shoulder-length hair for a blunt bob. it suited her.

after the camp had settled down, you and gwen began to reconnect. her language was even fouler than you remembered; it was a relief to see her fundamentals hadn't changed. you even told her this, and for a second it looked like some color flushed her face. just for once.

the two of you discussed past relationships, and to your surprise she mentioned only two people. you suddenly regretted moving on and leaving the love you had for her to die.

yet you realized: your love had never been dead. just hibernating.

you wondered if you ever had a place in her heart the same way her exes had been.

"(y/n), remember when we used to stargaze in your backyard?" she asked one night after the marshmallow ceremony. you had narrowly avoided elimination this week. gwen thought this was as good a time as ever to make her move.

"yeah, how could i forget? you're such an astrology geek that you forced me to memorize constellations," you teased, looking up at the sky and remembering the cool grass beneath your thighs.

"shut up, you had fun."

"i did," you smiled at her, wondering if she was aware of the tangible atmosphere between you two. "why do you ask?"

"sometimes, before i came onto the show, i would watch the stars and wonder if you were doing the same," she whispered, stripping her gaze away to look at you.

your cheeks warmed hotter than the sticky night air as your eyes locked. "i did," you murmured back. "i never really got you out of my head, gwen."

she simply smiled, her deep blue lipstick darker than the inky clouds. your hands brushed, then intertwined.

she leaned on your shoulder, and internally you swore you'd never lose her again as both of your heads craned back upward at the cosmos.

you didn't even care to think what this made the two of you.

even the bears left you both alone that night.

[blhtgobsessed]

HEAR ME OUT

Rooster, Hangman and Phoenix were the iconic trio at some point in flight school or something. And then something happened, Roo and Phoe just stayed right were they were and Hangman just flew far from them and became the Hangman we know from the beginning of TGM.

OR

They originally were four, someday something happened to the fourth friend that made Jake leave in guilt I gess and from then he just became the Hangman because he still feels like if he let's anyone follow him they might die..

Maybe someone though about this before but it just doesn't want to leave my mind and maybe it's obvious but I needed to shape the idea yk

[brownsugar4hersoul]

Never feel bad when your friends become your enemies, they're tired of pretending

[ricesinspo]

☆ 'your friend doesn't fucking care about you' prompts.

[ by @ricesinspo, credit is appreciated! ]

a sequel to the other one BUT more specifically for relationships that have drifted apart / fallen out hehehahahaha. rbs VERY appreciated : ) )) )))) )

greeting them and not being greeted back.

being ignored: they stop responding to your messages or talking to you, in favor of 'someone better'. they seem to never be 'in the mood' to hang out with you.

being forgotten: the thought of you does not cross their mind.

waiting. waiting for them, and they never.

it was an honest mistake. you only did it once — and yet, that was all it took.

guilt "it was my fault."

anger "it was your fault."

we were fine before! ...wasn't it?

none of their new friends see you as a person either.

the signs you should've seen; the friendship was never meant to work out.

"we're friends! ...aren't we?" "not anymore."

[sirensleepingsoundly]

Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.1)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

Word Count: 1.9k

It was uncharacteristically warm for a spring morning in Hawkins. Looking at your clock on the nightstand you see it’s already 7:05, which means Steve and Robin are already on their way to pick you up. Nancy is likely already at school working on the paper, and Mike usually catches a ride with Dustin and his mom. After realizing how late it is you quickly get dressed and brush your teeth.

Steve honks from outside and you rush out, yelling a goodbye to nobody in particular. You jog out to find Robin sitting in the front seat preening. You and Steve were the only ones who knew of Robin’s weakness for the fairer sex. When you found out after the events at Starcourt last year, you were surprised to say the least. Before you knew, you’d thought she would quit being oblivious and go on a date with poor Harrington. Evidently being unaware was not the issue. Not that you were complaining. Robin being off the market meant Steve stayed on the market, despite his quest to date seemingly every eligible young woman in Hawkins.

“What’s up Harrington? Save any space for your favorite Wheeler?” You taunted him, jumping in and throwing your bag in the back seat. Knowing he was probably still pining after Nancy killed you, but you can’t help feeling something for him.

“C’mon Y/N, we’re running late and this one won’t stop with the personal grooming. I mean seriously she’s worse than me.” He feigned concern in Robin’s direction, making you smile.

“I have ears, thank you. And I am so not worse than you when it comes to personal grooming, Steve.” She pointed up at his hair. You laughed, but Steve just rolled his eyes and started the car.

The entire drive, Steve and Robin bickered about how her current anxiousness was clearly related to a certain someone who was to be at the pep rally this morning, which Robin of course denied, somehow leading into a very mature and intelligent conversation about boobies. Befriending Steve and Nancy had come about entirely by accident. The three of you worked at Scoops Ahoy together before the mall fire. You hadn’t been close at first, just coworkers. After the dust settled, you were thick as thieves. It was a relationship you hadn’t expected, but one you feel like you definitely needed.

One painfully boring pep rally and a few equally boring classes later, you finally made it to lunch. Robin went to the gym to practice for tonight, which made you wonder if Vickie was going to be there. Nancy was nowhere to be found, once again likely trying to drown herself in work, which left Mike. The problem with sitting with Mike is that if you sit with Mike, you sit with his whole game group, the Hellfire Club. Dustin is tolerable, albeit slightly irking, and you didn’t know the rest of the group well, but the Club president was a nightmare to deal with. And he often proved your point with displays much like the one he was currently taking part in.

Eddie Munson hoisted himself onto the table he was sitting at.

“But as long as you’re into band, or science, or parties,” he drew out the word parties in a ridiculous voice, “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

Jason stood up from his table. “You want something, freak?”

Eddie mimicked horns with his fingers on either side of his head and stuck out his tongue. You were half a cafeteria away, but you saw something gleam in the light from his mouth. Probably something he was chewing on but it wouldn’t be too far fetched to assume the degenerate had gotten a piercing. He reveled in being a weirdo so putting metal in his face was a sure fire way to get his label.

And Eddie lived up to his nickname, the freak. You were almost grateful for his existence because that kept the label off of you. But even with your past, Eddie Munson earned his title. He was a third year senior who lived with his uncle, sold drugs, and wrote campaigns for a role-playing game he played with the lower class-men.

You decided sitting with Eddie would be worse than sitting alone, so you just sat at an empty table and ate. The fries were soggy and you never were able to snag one of the elusive pudding cups, but you were glad for the lack of interruptions for the rest of lunch. You read a heavily worn copy of The Fellowship of the Ring while you ate, mentally checking out of reality into a fantasy world you actually liked thinking about.

The rest of the day went by fast. Your 6th period with O’Donnell made you want to take a nap at your desk. You almost made it through to the basketball game when Mike and Dustin cornered you in the science hallway.

“Hey, Y/N. Look we need a big favor.” Dustin started, plastering a goofy smile on his face.

You quickly responded, “No.”

Mike stopped you again by stepping in front of you. When you were kids, you were taller than him. Now that you were 18 and he was 15, he had sprung up and you had to look up a little to see his face. If anyone asked if it bothered you, you’d deny it.

“Please just hear us out?” You crossed your arms against your chest.

“Okay, so we need a sub because Eddie refuses to postpone Hellfire for one night for the championship game and we can’t get anyone else and I swear I would not have bothered you if I had any other options, will you do it? Please, please, please?” Mike squeaked out quickly.

You thought about it for a second. Really considered having to play D&D with your kid brother and his buddies.

“Hmm, yeah, still no.” Dustin and Mikes faces deflated. You decided against laughing in their faces, it felt just a little too cruel.

Before you could say anything else, Dustin’s face morphed into one of realization and he slapped Mike’s arm before running off toward the middle school. You actually used to be friends with Eddie in middle school. Before you were adopted, of course. He was annoying to be sure, but aside from the random lunchtime outburst, he wasn’t a terrible person. Not from how you remembered him anyways. You scoffed out loud at your own thoughts.

The gym was loud from around the corner. The squeaks of shoes and the thud of basketballs hitting the gym floor echoed through the hallway. You realized you were excited to sit next to Steve during the game. Nancy would be too busy covering the game, and Robin would be with the band, meaning you had him all to yourself. The thought rattled around in your head a little, only for your dreams to be shattered the moment you walked in and saw Steve with a girl. You couldn’t care to remember her name, but you were sure you’d seen her at school here.

You sat down toward the front of the bleachers, close enough to the court to smell the fact that one of the boys on the bench had forgotten to wear deodorant. The game was actually pretty entertaining on its own, which helped to block out the fact that Steve was here on a date. How could you have forgotten? Surely he mentioned it in the car this morning. Lucas saved the game after someone got injured and made the saving throw.

You decided to step out once everyone poured onto the court to congratulate the boys. Too many people made you nervous. On your way to Steve’s car you saw the boys leaving Hellfire. They had picked up Erica to sub for her brother, and apparently won. It dawned on you that if Steve was here on a date, you were out of a ride. The reminder of his romantic habits hurt your chest.

Before you could really think about how you were going to get home, Dustin called your name.

“Hey! Guess what, no thanks to you we beat Vecna.” Dustin smiled at you proudly.

“See? You didn’t even need me.” You tried to smooth over the fact that you had so rudely ditched them earlier. Maybe if you were nice he’d give you a ride. “On a totally unrelated note, how are you getting home?” You asked.

“Eddie usually gives everyone a ride.” You sucked in a breath and held it. “But he said he’s got something to do tonight so my mom is taking everyone home. Why? You need a lift?”

“Yeah, actually. Do you mind?”

“No, not at all. We’re already taking Mike so it wouldn’t even be an extra stop.”

“God, thank you, Dustin.” You flashed him a genuine smile.

The ride home was filled with the boys talking about how they won the campaign. From what you understood, Vecna had come back to life after not really being killed by some dude named Kas and almost killed everyone, if it weren’t for Lady Applejack, Erica, making the last throw and defeating him for good. You loved hearing Dustin and Mike get into their adventures. They were so passionate about this game and you couldn’t help but be glad that they had the capacity to do so after everything they’ve been through. It made you think of what exactly made it so engaging for them when you realized it was all thanks to Munson and his storytelling abilities. As much as you disliked his displays, you were grateful for him. Eddie Munson is to these boys what fantasy and science fiction books are to you. An escape.

After returning home you went right up to bed. Your room was nice and tidy and you laid out your pajamas before you left for the bathroom. You showered and brushed your teeth then went to bed after a long and disappointing day. And for some reason when you slept, you had dreams of a particularly annoying long haired loser.

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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

four- don’t waste my time (1.2k words)

Caffeine. What I need is caffeine, a lot of it, I decide. Maybe a pint of ice cream too.

I woke up at 9am. I'm not sure why, I never wake up early unless I absolutely have to, but when I took a look at my phone the call had not long ended.

I wish I could say that I've been productive in the past four and a half hours but that would simply not be true. I've been pacing around my apartment, more than likely disturbing my roommate.

More than likely is an understatement, I definitely disturbed him, he made that obvious when he came storming out of his room to throw a pillow at my head. I suppose I owe him a thanks considering that the well aimed pillow is what made me finally leave the apartment. 

Which brings me back to my first point, I need caffeine, it's all I can bring myself to think about on my way to the café. Favouring the thought of the bitter liquid rather than the anxiety filling my chest. 

At least with me getting there early I'll have time to mentally prepare myself. That's what I was hoping anyway. I even brought a book, hoping I'd have time to read a bit to distract myself, but no. Fate clearly had plans to give me a heart attack instead. 

One might think I'm being dramatic, which I'll admit I do tend to get lost in my emotions a bit. However, I'm not being dramatic when I say my heart stopped. Will I ever get use to seeing his stupid face again?

Sighing I make my way over to him, not before sending a longing glace over to the counter. 

When I finally reach him he's staring directly at me, looking like a deer in headlights. You'd think that I had forced him here by the way he's peering up at me.

'Quit looking at me like I'm holding you for ransom,' One thing about me is that I am not a morning person in the slightest, I may have been up for hours now, and maybe it's not even morning anymore but from the very little sleeping I had I would die to go back to bed right now. So in my eyes it is definitely still morning and I am in no mood to be looked at like I'm forcing my presence on somebody. 

'Sorry,' his voice is small, timid. Although, I'm glad he's shifted his gaze from me I can't help but feel guilty at my harsh tone.

Deciding to distract myself, and him, I move the conversation onto the project instead, 'So, are you wanting to start taking photos today or just go over what we want the over all project to look like?'

And there's that look again, that's when I realise he's brought nothing with him. Not the camera, his laptop and not even a note book or sketch book. 'Jungkook, please tell me you havent dragged me here just to waste my time.'

'I havent dragged you here just to waste your time?' His expression is far to sheepish for me to even entertain the idea that he might be telling the truth.

'Enlighten me then, what was your plan when you invited me here?'

When no reply comes I stand up to leave, 'Message me when you're actually ready to work on this project, until then don't waste my time again.' 

At least I'll save money on the extortionate prices of coffee on campus.

'Hey, wait a minute.' Without me even realising he's spun me around to face him again, holding my wrist much like he did after we got paired together. 'We can at least go over what we want the project to look like while were here.'

Sighing, I meet his eyes, actually meet his eyes instead of avoiding them like I have been, 'Only if you pay for my coffee, Jeon.' At this he smiles.

'You and your caffeine addiction.' It's said as a mutter. As an inside joke. A joke we used to share.

Without even waiting for a reply from me he's already making his way to the counter. I amuse myself with the thought of what he's going to order me, the picture of him trying to find something to order for me is a funny one. I just hope he picks something I'll actually enjoy.

Before I know it he's setting a drink in front of me and taking his seat opposite to me.

Looking at my drink my smile vanishes. He got my exact order. My completely bazar order that everyone questions me on. Even my favourite cookie to go with it.

My smile is back, a sad one now. Sitting here with him now feels far to familiar to when we went to visit colleges together. 

I would always insist on visiting the cafes, and well he would amuse my request. I would insist that I couldn't go to a college that didn't have good coffee. 

Now that I think about it we came to this café back then, sat at the table just left to us. Now it's occupied by a couple, giggling over a shared slice of cake.

I wonder if that's what we looked like back then. Wonder if there was someone in a situation similar to mine now looking at us with resentment at our happiness. I know that that's what I'm feeling right now at least. And I know that It's petty of me.

'So, I'm sure you've already got plenty of ideas for this project. What are your thoughts?' His words snap me out of my trans, bringing me back to the current situation. 

He's right, I've already got so many ideas. 

My favourite being that we make pieces that seem loving but you can change them to look heart broken, but also some show loving pieces mixed with the dark side of love. It'll show both sides of being in love, the ups and the downs. 

I also want us to work on one of the pieces together. To show that a relationship is a partnership. Although, a massive part of me is against this as it'll mean more time spent with Jungkook, I'm willing to suck it up for the symbolism.

The rest of the time is spent with me telling him my ideas and him adding onto them. He didn’t fully understand what I meant at first but when I gave some examples me caught on pretty quickly.

I try to ignore his smile when I reveal that I've already gathered some reference pictures so we can be on the same page for the project.

As our professor said, they need to be cohesive and I'm not taking any chances on messing this project up. Even if that means I'll have to work closely with Jungkook. 

'See, I knew you'd already have this all planned out. You don't even need me at this rate.' God did I wish I didn't need him to pass this assignment.

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a/n: ik the art project doesn’t make a lot of sense rn but it’ll be more clear on what she’s planning when they actually start

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Hello ❤️

I hope your doing well ❥

I wanted to request a male reader x Jason and Male reader x Michael Myers

Like I wanted jason/Michael and reader being best friend since kids and before they become slashers and everything reader had to leave because his family was having trouble after years he come back but even. thought he knew jason/ Michael become slashers he still loved each one of them deeply (I am and at explaining)

Can you do them separated or together :)

Hey Dove! I'm so sorry this is late! I've been busy and lazy lol. Anyways, I can totally do your request! I hope this is of satisfaction! I apologize in advance if it's bad! I didn't know which version of MIchael you wanted, but I mostly had RZ! Michael in mind.

Side note: Since this one was so long, I'll be doing a second part to this request. The next fic I work on should be Jason :)

TW: Mentions of blood, (possibly OOC) Michael Myser

Old Friends...

It had been ages since you last saw Michael. At the time, you were both 16 and he was still in Smith's Grove Sanitarium. Due to your mother being a nurse working along side Dr. Loomis, you pretty much got a free pass to see him whenever you wanted.

Of course, he never spoke to you. He usually just stared at you. Though, you didn't mind, you were used to him being the quiet one.

However, the peace didn't last long. One day Michael attacked your mother, which lead to her death. Stuck with fear, your father decided to move away.

This left MIchael, well, angry. You were his, you needed to stay with him. Not somewhere he had no access to you.

That was years ago though, and you had made your peace with it. It was Halloween night, and you had finally finished unpacking all of your things. It felt good to be home again, inside the same house you speant most of your life in.

It was now 11:35. The candy had been passed out, pumpkin pie had been made, an extra pumpkin carved in honor of the best season of the year.

Your house was quiet, not a sound to be heard. Most of the children had gone home, silence filled your street. You had just laid down in your bed when you heard the sound of glass shattering downstairs.

You felt no panic or fear, you had a cat. Yes, your cat...you had almost forgotten to check up on her before you went to bed.

You walk downstairs, and go straight for the kitchen.

"MayLee, little lady, what are you doing down here? Breaking dishes again? So naughty." you chuckled to yourseld as you enter the kitchen. There on the floor was a broken drinking glass, but no cat in sight.

"Oh, I see, a little game of hide and seek? Come out, come out wherever you are..." It was a game you and MayLee played, hide and seek. She would hide, and you'd have to find your beloved cat.

You failed to notice the looming figure in the corner, and the droplets of blood dripping next to it.

You searched for a while, almost giving up until MayLee jumped up onto a window seal and meowed, startling you.

"Jesus! You scared me MayLee. Where were you hiding old girl? You weren't in your usual spots. Did something scare you little lassy?"

You picked her up and held her, causing her to meow again. She was a calmcat usually, but right now she seemed...on edge. Tense and frightened.

You start walking towards the stairs but halt when you see a large siloughet of a man. You felt the cold grip of fear grip you for the first time in years. The figure tilts it's head and then steps towards you, causing you to step back.

This continued until your back was pressed against the wall, next to an old picture of you and Michael. The man points at the picture, and then at you.

You were tense, your cat jumps down out of your arms and runs off to hide. The man points again.

"I-i don't know what you want..." The man points again, this time a bit more aggressively. He reaches out and grips your chin. He makes you look at the picture.

"T-that's me and my best friend...his name is MIchael..." you didn't know what else to do. You remained tense, what was he going to do?

You yelped in shock as he lifted and tossed you over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!"

The man ignores your words and walks out of the house and towards the old Myers resident. You weren't let down until you were inside the house, inside MIchaels old room. Surprisingly, the man took his mask off. You were still tense, and you could only stare at the giant.

You slowly relaxed as realization fills you. You've seen this man before, how could you have not noticed?

"...Michael....is that you?" The man nods, shocking you again by wrapping his arms around you and hugging you.

You hugged back, heart punding against your chest. It was really Michael...

"I...how...Michael...you're back...How did you escape? How did you know I was back? I...It's good to see you again, Mikey..." He huffs and held you tighter.

You rub his back as you two sat there and held each other. It stayed quiet for a few minutes, pure comforting silence.

"(Name)...I love you...." You felt felt your face warm up. His voice was raspy, and strained, not surprising considering his frequency in talking.

"...I love you too, MIchael..."

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 17: 'On My Own Again'

Warnings In This Chapter: Nothing much, just some fluff. Lowkey filler chapter.

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When you awoke the next morning, you were in your bed alone.

The first thing you remembered was the fight you had the night before. And just how scary it had gotten. 

Looking around the room, not used to how lackluster it all looked compared to Thomas’ room. The only thing you really missed was the luxury of sleeping in a large bed with only the finest silk sheets to keep you warm at night. You didn’t miss Thomas. Not one bit after last night. Every time he ran across your mind, you felt a small kick to your side, sometimes you even felt nauseated. However, the somber feeling resonated within your chest as the tears threatened to fall and soak the pillow under your cheek. You had made a call to Alfie that morning, asking to take the children a few days earlier than usual so they wouldn’t have to see you in your condition. Alfie didn’t ask any questions, not having to even ponder what had happened, as the sadness in your voice when you said his name gave it all away. You tried your best to stay strong in front of your children when they were picked up. Elizabeth noticed right away, but didn’t say a word, as to not worry her younger brother. 

"I love you, mum..." She whispered to you, her hand squeezing yours. Within a few moments, they were gone to London. You had locked yourself in your room, not bothering to go to work that day. You rewarded yourself with a day off, you needed it. 

Rubbing a comforting hand over your stomach, knowing the baby might feel all of the emotions you were going through. It was an attempt to soothe it and bring it the comfort you didn’t have at the moment. The more you sat in your silence, the more you began to realize something about your relationship with Thomas. For the most part, he showed you how to love again. Showed you how to remember after all those years of almost forgetting what love was. But Thomas Shelby also brought you so much pain and anger. You didn’t expect Thomas to hurt you the way he did, but you knew deep down that you were thinking too highly of him. This made you feel even more upset with yourself, knowing that Esme was just trying to warn you. But of course, you overlooked them. 

Your resentment for Tommy dominated the fact that the both of you did the ten things you had discussed the night you first met.

It took a few days for you to get back on your feet again, finally feeling some kind of motivation to work. 

It was the middle of the day, you were just cleaning up some tables and taking the dirty tea cups into the back sink to clean them. Your task had to come to a stop once you heard the familiar bells chime as the heavy wooden door opened and slammed shut. 

"I'll be right with you!" You called, groaning a bit as you opted to just place the cups in the sink, reminding yourself to finish it up later when you had the chance. 

"What can I get for-" Your words got caught in your throat once you exited the back kitchen. Your eyes went wide as you looked at the person you'd least expect. 

"Hi love," Her voice was calm. Her hands were clasped one over the other in front of her. 

"Esme," You were surprised. The two of you stood there for a moment until she opened her mouth to speak first. 

"I just wanted to ap-" 

"No," You stopped her, moving past the back counter to stand in front of her. Taking slow steps towards her. 

"I should be the one apologizing, Esme...I am so sorry for not believing you..." You shook your head as you felt yourself choking up already.  "I should have listened to you, I don't know how I could be so selfish," You rambled. 

Esme took fast steps towards you, noticing how your eyes glossed and your nose turned red. Engulfing you into a tight, and much needed hug and closing the space between you. Hushing you as you allow her embrace and wrap your arms around her. 

"You're not selfish, (Y/n) you were in love," She paused. "Ada was asking about you and when Tommy told her what happened, she told Polly and Polly told me...If it makes ya feel any better they're angry with him right now, especially Polly...you might be expecting a visit from her soon," Her voice filled you with warmth as she pet your hair. You sniffled, resting your head on her shoulder. 

"I don't have the heart to face them again, Esme..." You meekly replied. 

"What do you mean?" She asked, pulling away from you. 

"It broke my heart when my parents died before I could even say good-bye, it's breaking my heart again that my new family is forced out of my life because of him," Your voice was full of pain, yet the spite was still evident in your tone. 

"Even if that is the case, the Shelby's will never truly leave your life...Even if you aren't with Tommy anymore, they adored you and they will never leave your side," She comforted you. You look up at her finally. 

"Should I move so he can't fine me...or-" 

"Even if you did leave he would still find a way to find you..." 

"What should I do now?" 

She took a deep breath and held your face with her small hands. Looking at her made you feel at ease, for once. Her kind eyes and warm smile gave you a sense of safety. 

"Live your life...You can still do that, can't you?" 

You nod. 

"With or without him, I will still be by your side through this...okay?" She asked. 

After what felt like days, you finally made up your mind about Thomas. You had told Esme to relay the message to Thomas. That was the last and final straw. You felt desolation after you came to the realization that you and your children would never see him again. You loved him too much for his own good and he ruined that. It took you days to finally feel normal in your life without him.

 Esme was proud of you and therefore you were proud of yourself. 

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