#i have 570 wishes for her... giggles!!

[fatuismooches]

I read what you wrote about comforting Arlie and how she tends to show her love in other ways rather than physical affection and I thought a sad and potentially angsty headcanon. Imagine Arlecchino is often so busy and doesn't show physical affection a lot and when she does, her lover is often surprised when it comes and cherishes those gestures like they're never going to see Arlie again and Arlie is both amused and worried, wondering, "Damn, am I really that distant?"

It's no surprise that being the Father of the orphanage and the Fourth Harbinger keeps Arlecchino more busy than not, you knew that from the moment you met her. However, the reality of the situation doesn't hit you that much until you two get into a relationship together. Despite having your own duties to attend to, often your mind and body crave Arlie's touch very much, especially since she seems to lack in that department. Which again, isn't that surprising considering how your lover is not only busy, but also her love language is not one of physical affection. You know you should be thankful that your wife still makes time for you but! You just want some affection! So when Arlecchino does wrap her arms around you, brush your cheek, and idly finger your hair, naturally you are filled with a burst of excitement that is so obvious that it has your wife confused for a second before you reciprocate in full. Until she realizes the whole situation and strokes your back as a sort of apology.

As much as Arlecchino would like to satisfy your needs and not leave you touchstarved, both of you know considering her status in the Fatui she can't exactly do that. But you know that your wife still loves you, though you may not feel her touch that often, you can still feel her love tingling through your body even by just the thought of her. For now, you'd have to endure with just that. At least when it does happen it feels all the more better. Oftentimes these moments are very silent where you two just hold each other.

[marina-ate]

Hi, another inspiring writer here🫶🏾 I love your love your layla theme (she's my fav genshin 4 star!)

As for writing ideas I have something in mind I sadly couldn't really thought of myself: how about a female reader being stressed/pent up at work and getting comforted by Serval or Kafka from Honkai Star Rail? Only if you want to ofc!

Wishing you the best here on tumblr :)

- 🪷 anon!

Hello 🪷 anon! thank you so much for the compliment! I really hope people enjoy my writing. if you can, give me advice in the comments! Not proof-read!

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Dealing with stress

fluff! kafka x fem!reader, serval x fem!reader

Word count: 570 words

tiny warning: alcohol (Kafka)

Coming home from work annoyed with a head pounding from all the tasks you had to do, you decide to plop on your couch for a while... until your partner walks in and sees you with an expression on your face she hates to see

Serval goes up to you and pats you on the head, smiling while staring into your sleepy eyes.

"Hey, you alright?" she asks out of concern for you, she didn't like seeing you like this. Every morning she'd always observe your tranquil appearance before you'd look like your life got sucked out of you after coming home.

You nodded “just need some rest is all..”

“well I’ve got just the thing for you!” That was your only warning before suddenly getting bridal carried in her arms with no struggle. Her muscles flexing being proof of that. “serval!” You look at her your eyes widen from her actions. Too tired to say anything to prevent it, you watch her take you to your room and lay you down on your bed, joining in with you. “Sleep.. I’ll make sure you get the day off tomorrow.” serval assures you before caressing your cheek. Her touch felt warm and intimate. Comforting you into a deep slumber before she got up.

you grip onto her wrist, begging for her not to leave you alone without talking. Serval looks back at you and sighs, lying back down on the bed. She rests her head on her knuckles, looking down at you slowly closing your eyes, knowing you were safe with your lover by your side.

serval chuckles and gives you kisses on your forehead.

Kafka just looks at you without notifying you about her presence, instead she smirks looking at your face. She knew what she had to do.

while you were sitting alone with your thoughts, wondering what was for dinner. You quickly snap out of it thanks to the magenta haired woman offering you a bottle and glass of wine, hers being already filled, asking for your answer by tilting her head.

“Yes please..” you take the glass out of her hand, waiting for the wine to be poured.

Kafka fills your stemware a tiny bit, putting the wine aside just In case you wanted more. "How was your day?” She sits down next to you on the couch, swirling the wine glass before drinking it

“horrible.” You scoff thinking about all the incidents at work that were a pain in the ass.

“oh? How come?” One of her eyebrows lifts up a bit, your answer making her more curious. She always wanted to make sure you knew she was listening. So you could vent to her, let out some emotions all for the sake of seeing you less under stress.

You begin explain to her exactly what happened to the end which ended to taking up most of your time, Kafka was the only one to realize after you had yawned 10 times already while telling her your day.

“Thank you for listening.. you already made me feel better.” Kafka slightly smiled at your words

“It was nothing, you know how much i love you.” she took the glass out of your hand and put in on the coffee table where the wine sat on. she held your hands, looking deeply into your eyes “tomorrow.. are you free?”

“Why, you wanna take me out to eat?” You giggle while teasing her a little bit, knowing exactly what her intentions were. “Maybe, only one way to find out.” Your lover winks at you, coming closer to your face and giving you a little kiss on your lips, staining them with her red lipstick.

[biboocat]

I’m really enjoying Vanity Fair. I’m not too far into it, but the characters are highly entertaining, and the dryly humorous narration and general air of the novel has given me the giggles. The final verdict must wait, but it’s a treat so far!

Update: Vanity Fair is a satirical masterpiece about our infatuation with rank, wealth, and love and the greed, selfishness, and lies that are often employed in attaining them. It is of course as relevant today as it was in the 19th C. It’s a long novel (784 pages), but the characters and plot lines are so richly drawn, I was never bored. On the contrary, I was curious to the end. The narration is also highly entertaining in its mocking humor and edifying in the form of reflections and pearls of wisdom. It’s a bleak pronouncement on our society, but I admire Thackeray’s courage to tell it. The author describes the novel as one without a hero, but I respectfully disagree and regard Colonel William Dobbin the hero of the story, albeit an atypical one. I loved William Dobbin, but I thought Rebecca Sharp the most complex and interesting character, especially for a Victorian woman. I highly recommend Vanity Fair.

Some funny names:

Dr. Swishtail the headmaster of William Dobbin

Sir Pitt Crawley’s first wife, Grizzel, sixth daughter of Mungo Binkie, Lord Binkie

Sir Huddleston Fuddleston

Lady Jane Sheepshanks

Some Excerpts:

His tongue in cheek advice to liberally compliment people in both low & high positions in order to get ahead - pg 198.

What’s the good of being in Parliament, he (Sir Pitt) said, if you must pay your debts?

He (the proselytizing Mr. Crawley) was always thinking of his brother’s soul, or of the souls of those who differed with him in opinion: it is a sort of comfort which many of the serious give themselves.

She (Miss Crawley) reflected, that it is the ordinary lot of people to have no friends if they themselves care for nobody.

Yes, if a man’s character is to be abused, say what you will, there’s nobody like a relation to do the business.

I know a few things more affecting than the timorous debasement and self humiliation of a woman. How she owns that it is she and not the man who is guilty; how she takes all the faults on her side; how she courts in a manner punishment for the wrongs which she has not committed, and persists in shielding the real culprit! It is those who injure women who get the most kindness from them; they are born timid and tyrants, and maltreat those who are humblest before them. p562-3

I am indebted to Thackeray for his description of cigars in Vanity Fair, and I will retain it for future use: “The waiter brought the Major a mug of beer, as a matter of course; and he took out a cigar, and amused himself with that pernicious vegetable and a newspaper until his charge should come down to claim him.”😂

page 570: humorous list of aristocrats and gentry at Rebecca’s party.

P646 commentary on the suffering poor who strive heroically, hidden from view and commentary on humility.

She didn’t wish to marry him, but she wished to keep him. She wished to give him nothing, but that he should give her all. It is a bargain not unfrequently levied in love.

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Decisions ⊰

Request: Could you write an imagine about giving birth to a daughter with hotch? And you can’t decide what to name her? - Anon

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Words: 570

Warnings: None!

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, and I just want to say that I miss Aaron Hotchner with all my heart.

Staring lovingly at your precious daughter sleeping soundly in your arms, you still couldn’t believe that she was finally here. She was a perfect mix of you and your husband, Aaron. She had your nose and mouth, and she definitely had her father’s eyes.

Her arrival came a bit earlier than expected. Luckily, you had just finished the nursery when she decided now was the time to make her grand entrance into the world. It was a quick and easy delivery. All it took were three big pushes, and you heard her first cry.

“How about Mary?” Aaron asked beside you with a phone in hand, no doubt searching up ideas for names. “It’s simple, very classic. Mary Hotchner—it has a nice ring to it.”

You glanced down at the newborn for a few moments and shook your head. “She doesn’t look like a ‘Mary’ to me.”

“Okay, how about Elizabeth?” Aaron suggested again, but he could tell by your face that it still wasn’t the right one. “We’ve gone through probably a hundred names. Why is this so difficult?”

You gave him a giggle before placing a kiss on your baby’s forehead. You caught the small smile that appeared on her lips, and your heart melted. “Because it’s hard finding the perfect one. I remember you telling me it took a while until you and Haley settled on a name for Jack.”

“I didn’t want to name my kid after a serial killer,” Aaron reasoned with a laugh. “Kind of ironic since I hunt them down for a living.”

“Hey, no talk about your work right now,” you chuckled, playfully swatting him on his shoulder. Aaron caught your arm and gently kissed the palm of your hand before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

“What if we named her after your mother?” You offered, and he thought about it in his head. “Grace Hotchner. She’s the woman who led you to me. I think it’s fair we name our baby after her.”

It was true. If it weren’t for your sweet, old neighbor Grace setting you up on a date with his son five years ago, you two wouldn’t be where you were now. She had passed shortly after learning that you and Aaron were expecting a baby. Although Grace never got the chance to meet your daughter, you were happy knowing that she was up there watching her.

Aaron teared up at your suggestion of naming her in honor of his mother. Grace was the one who begged you to give her another grandchild, hoping for a girl this time around. It had been a tough year, and Aaron wished that she was still here to hold her. She was the best grandmother to Jack and would have also been to your daughter.

“Grace,” he said, looking at the baby who had woken up from her sleep. “It suits her.”

You glanced at Aaron, who carefully took the baby from you and cradled her close to his chest. “It’s perfect.”

“She’s perfect,” Aaron replied as his eyes met yours. “I can’t wait for you to meet your brother Jack, Grace.”

Grace cooed at the sound of her name as the two of you gazed down at her adoringly. Despite how exhausted you were and how sore your body was, it was all worth it. With Grace now in your arms, your family was now complete.

[whatcouldgowrong-ohthat]

Between the Ink and Papers Ch. 1

Summary: Steve and Peggy have been divorced for a year and Sarah is still starting to find her groove in it. However, it becomes a lot easier when she and Typhanie realize it might be time for her dad to start dating again.

Pairings: tattooartist!dad!Steve x Reader, Typhanie x Sarah, Peggy x Logan, Bucky x Natasha

Word Count: 1731

Warnings: Cussing!

Between Ink and Paper Masterlist -- Masterlist to Other Works

Next Chapter

-.-.-.-

Fuck divorce!

The words stared at her, silently taunting, and reminding her that she can curse at it all she wants. Divorce is still a thing. Divorce will always be a part of her life. Shutting the journal, Sarah shoved it in her backpack. She didn’t know what else to add to the pages. So, that would have to be enough. The rule was that she had to write. She was never told how much.

And those two words summarized it perfectly.

“Sarah?”

She jumped out of her skin, knocking over her tea as her stepdad stepped into the kitchen. Logan. “Yeah?” She grabbed the paper towels as he reached for a dishrag.

“Sorry.” He grimaced as he handed her the mug. “Put that in the sink, would ya?” Sarah didn’t argue. She washed it out as he finished cleaning up the mess. The running water was a much needed distraction from the awkward silence in the room. Logan had been married to her mom for about a month and the two still didn’t really know how to act around each other.

Actually, that was a lie. Sarah knew very well. Logan just wasn’t getting the message.

“You’re taking the subway today, right?”

“Yeah.” Sarah grabbed her mom’s wallet off the counter, snagging a couple bills for lunch. “See you next week.” The words were short like most of their conversations. Before he had a chance to say anything, Sarah was shouting a bye to her mother, out the door with her backpack in hand.

Logan huffed, tossing the paper towels into the trash as Peggy came downstairs. She was putting in her second earring, looking around. “Did Sarah leave already?”

“What do you expect? It’s his week.”

Peggy noticed the defeated slump in his shoulders. Logan was trying. He really was. And he cared about Sarah. It was that fact that made Peggy fall for him so hard. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she placed a small kiss on the back of his shoulder. “She’s stubborn, love. Gets that from both her parents, I’m afraid.”

Logan smiled softly, gently squeezing the hands interlaced on his abdomen. “I know. She spoke to me today. Six words this time.”

Peggy’s frustrated groan was followed by a pained laugh. “I promise. Just give it time.”

-.-.-

I know I’ve got a tendency To exaggerate what I’m seeing And I know that it’s unfair on me To make a memory Out of a feeling

“Earth to Sarah, please.”

She blinked, finally acknowledging the hand waving in her face. Sarah yanked an earbud out of her ear as Typhanie took the empty seat across from her. “Sorry.”

“Nah, I know when you get in one of those hate-the-world, emo girl moods,” Typhanie teased. She reached across the table and snagged a couple fries before Sarah could swat her hand away.

“Get your own.”

“Nope.” Typhanie smirked as she took a bite. “So much more fun to steal and see you get all frustrated.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her burger. “You suck.”

“Actually no. That’s why I don’t date boys.”

Sarah coughed, choking on her food as Typhanie grinned from ear to ear. “Not – Not cool,” she wheezed out, grabbing her water and taking a much needed sip.

“My bad, but I had to kill the sourpuss face. It was getting kinda boring to look at.” Sarah scoffed, pushing the plate towards Typhanie and letting her finish it off. “Seriously, what’s going on?” She grabbed the burger, taking a bite. “Normally a joke like that makes you laugh.”

“Just ready to be back at my dad’s.”

Typhanie’s nose scrunched. She recalled the wedding and how uncomfortable Sarah had been when Peggy had asked her to be her maid of honor. Sarah hadn’t exactly warmed up to Logan yet and there she was, playing such an important role. “That where we’re going after school?”

“Yup. I have a meeting with Ms. Y/L/N after school, but then we’re helping Uncle Buck with the shop.”

“My favorite after school activity.”

“Should I be jealous of the crush you have on my aunt?”

Typhanie giggled. Before she could provide some witty retort, the bell rang. Lunch was over. “Guess you’ll never know.” She threw the food away as Sarah grabbed their bags. The looming building was enough to make Sarah wish school would end already.

But she always wished that. Taking Typhanie’s hand in hers, she pouted and asked, “How much longer till we graduate?”

“570. Then we have college…”

Sarah groaned. “I’ll never survive.”

“Probably not.” Typhanie smirked and took that second earbud, handing it to Sarah. She knew the blonde so well. Immediately, the earbud was back in place – music drowning out the irritation that came from squeaking sneakers and gossiping teenagers.

So I keep sayin’ I hate everybody But maybe I – maybe I don’t

-.-.-.-

“Fuck divorce, huh?”

Y/N looked up from the two words on the page. She was smiling at Sarah, reminding her that there was no judgement here. Being the high school counselor, she was used to talking to students about anything they needed. And Sarah was always one of her favorite people to talk to. She was open with her opinions and Y/N found her so high spirited and passionate.

She just needed to focus. She needed someone to guide her.

“So I’m guessing this means there’s been no headway with the stepdad.”

Sarah shrugged. “He’s trying too much. It’s…weird. I already have a dad and I didn’t ask my mom to bring some stranger into my life.”

“I thought last time we talked you agreed that your mom deserved to be happy.”

“She does!” Sarah huffed, biting the corner of her lip as she looked away. She always liked Y/N’s office. It was calm and relaxing. Notes were everywhere – mostly so Y/N didn’t forget anything – and there was a number of plants that Sarah could focus on when she needed to find the right words. The right emotions. “I – I don’t want him in my life. I don’t need a stepdad. I want to be with my dad. He’s great! And he takes care of me!”

“So does your mother.”

“But it’s different.”

Y/N sighed. She understood. Nothing about divorce was ever easy. Especially when you were the kid in the middle. She remembered a year ago, when everything was first happening. Sarah had fully believed that they would stop fighting and fix things. It was classic. So when Logan came in, she retaliated. Hard. And no headway was being made in that aspect of Sarah’s life.

“You spend the next week with your dad, right?”

“Think you could talk to him about what you’re feeling? You’ve always talked about this honest and open relationship you two have. Getting his input might help you gain some perspective.”

Sarah grumbled, a low whine coming from somewhere in her throat. It made Y/N laugh. “Do I have to?”

“You agreed that as long as we continued these sessions, you would do the homework I gave. This is it.”

“Alright, Doc. Communication with the old man. Sounds…fun.”

Y/N closed the journal, holding it out to Sarah. However, before she could grab it, Y/N added, “Maybe also try writing more than two words, hm? I get that there are days when that motivation just isn’t there, but I need you to try.”

Sarah glanced at the book before meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Okay, then can I ask what you expect?”

“Two sentences at least.”

Sarah didn’t say anything, snatching the book out of her hand and shoving it in her backpack. “Alright. Two sentences.”

Sarah got up and moved to the door, pausing when Y/N called her name. She looked over her shoulder, confused as to what else Y/N could possibly have to say. “I consider three words a sentence. So really, if you think about it, that’s no more than six. And if someone is smart enough to sum up their feelings in six words, they’re smart enough to figure out having a stepparent.”

“God, you’re corny.”

Sarah left, closing the door behind her as Y/N rose to her feet. Finding her planner on her desk, she scratched out Sarah’s name before digging her phone out of her purse. Tonight was ladies night. That meant a quick trip home to change clothes then she could meet up with the girls.

No sooner had the thought left Y/N’s mind than her phone started buzzing. She glanced at the screen, grinning when she saw Carol’s face staring back at her. “Sorry, you’ve reached Y/N’s voicemail,” she answered.

“Nice try. You don’t know how to set that up.”

Y/N chuckled. “Look, I just wrapped up on my last student. Let me get out of the suit and I’m happy to join you guys.”

“Well, there’s been a chance of plans. It’s not dinner and a movie.”

Y/N frowned, slipping her bag over her shoulder and locking up. “Okay. What’s the new plan?”

“Drinks at Sanctum Sanctorum and then Wanda and Val wanted to cash in that promise of getting tattoos.”

Y/N winced. She had wanted a tattoo for so long, but the idea of a needle piercing her skin was enough to make her want to pass out then and there. “I’m not getting out of this, am I?”

“Not if we have anything to say about it. Look, they did all the research and the place looks awesome. It’s not creepy or dark or anything like that. It’s even got a cute name.”

Carol was trying so hard to sell it and Y/N had to give her credit. She was succeeding. Big time. “Jeez, you could sell ice to an Eskimo.” Shifting her phone to her other shoulder, she asked, “What’s the name of the place?”

“It’s so cute! Y/N, there’s no way you can think this place is intimidating. I swear!”

“Carol, just tell me!”

“Howlies Ink.”

Wow. That really was cute. Was Carol sure she got the name right?

“Before you ask, yes, that is the name. Double checked after Wanda told me.”

Y/N snorted. “Alright. Sanctum Sanctorum and Howlies Ink. I’m in.”

She could already hear the squealing on the other end of the phone. It sounded like Carol was declaring she was in. There was no backing out now. This was going to be a hell of a night.

-.-.-.-.-

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@abundanceofcarolines

@patzammit​

[adrenaline-roulette]

Four Eighths

airing: Four x Eight (Reader) Word count: 4.5K + Warnings: Coarse Language, slight angst, character building (Four), he’s kinda redeemed for being such an ass in the last chapter! If this were a movie, there would be a shopping montage (Preferably with La Roux Bulletproof playing), also very reckless driving (Eight is a god damned bad ass!) 

*Disclaimer, as promised this is a more lighthearted chapter, still with a slight bit of angst, but I feel like that’s just a given when it comes to 6 Underground fics!

Missed Chapters ONE,  TWO and THREE.... Maybe read those first? Might help you understand what’s going on here!

Chapter Four:  I'm having fun, don't put me down

The trailer door slammed shut behind you, as you stalked towards Five’s trailer, your wet hair being blown in all directions by the sudden gale which had picked up at base. You were mad, you were beyond mad, you were at the point of furious! “Who the fuck does Four think he is? He doesn’t have a fucking clue what I can do!”  You snarl under your breath, not that it made any difference. You could’ve screamed the words from the top of your lungs, and you doubted anyone would hear you over the wind. As you rounded a corner, Five’s trailer came into view, her and Two sat on the steps leading inside, both looking up at you when your shadow cast across them. Your eyes were hidden behind a pair of heart shaped sunglasses, the cheerful eyewear masking the look of rage piercing your eyes. Plastering on a smile, you leant against the side of Five’s trailer, resting your clasped hands behind your back. “Sorry I took so long, sleep kinda happened.” You smirk.

Five waves you off, smiling softly. “No stress, if I were still a medical practitioner, I’d be yelling at you right now to go back to bed, and finish healing.”

“You do that anyway. Medical licence or no…” Two grins, earning a shove in the shoulder from Five.

“That’s beside the point! None of you actually have to listen to me when I tell you do something! When I wore a name badge and stethoscope, people would do exactly as I said!”

“Thanks Five, but really, I’m alright. I don’t need any more sleep. I feel fine.” You grin, feeling your anger slowly ebb away. Five eyes you from head to toe, as if she were expecting a mortal wound to appear somewhere on your person. “Seriously Five, it’s okay. I’m no more injured than I usually am after attacking the punching bag!”

At this, Five cracks a grin, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “Two, you’ve turned her into you! Next thing we know, Eight’ll be running around with a gunshot wound in her back, telling us all that she’s fine!”

“How is that possibly a bad thing?” Two gasps, looking between Five and you, a tiny smirk working its way onto her lips. “We need more people like me in the world, and I’m honoured that Eight is just that!”

“Besides, eight is divisible by two! So of course we’re going to end up like each other!” You laugh, kicking one foot up behind you, planting it firmly on the side of the trailer.

“By that logic then, eight is also divisible by four, would that make you and Four similar too?” Five grins. Your breath hitches in your throat, the last thing you want it to think about that arrogant Brit. No, you were nothing alike. You would never question someone’s place on a team before they’d had the opportunity to prove themselves.

“Definitely not. He and I are two very different people.” You answer almost too quickly, both Five and Two noticing your sudden shift in posture. Your back had gone pin straight, and your hands had moved to rest in front of you, fingers locking then unlocking over and over.

Two stands up, stepping over Five who was on the step below her. “Well, I don’t know about you, Eight. But I know that after a good fight, I always like to get a big meal. There’s a diner in town that serves pretty decent food. Ready to head on in?”

Pushing away from the trailer, you nod twice, smiling gently at Two. “That’s sounds great.”

“I’ll get the keys from One, I’ll meet you both at the car.” Five offers, closing her trailer door, and heading towards a shipping container. You were still learning where everything at base was, but if you remembered correctly, the one Five entered was the communal rec room. It was often where One and Seven could be found, battling it out in a game of pool.

*****

The silver McLaren 570S sped down the highway, going well over the speed limit, though considering that you had only passed three other cars the whole time, it didn’t much matter how fast you went. Two had offered to drive, as she claimed to know a short cut to the small town you were visiting, and as it was your first time leaving the base in weeks, Five had offered you sit in the passenger seat to take in the scenery, which you would’ve done had it not been blurring past you at a rate of knots. Eventually, the car slowed down as you entered a small populated town, driving through the quiet street at an acceptable speed. “Where are we stopping first? Shopping or lunch?” Two asks, turning to face Five in the backseat.

Five gazes out the window for a moment, contemplating her answer. “Lunch makes the most sense, it’s the right time for it…”

“I was thinking shopping first. If we eat later in the day, then we’ll have an actual excuse to not have to eat whatever Three makes for dinner tonight.” You offer, tilting your head to the side as you wait for a response.

Two chuckles, nodding her head. “I may like Three, but his cooking is atrocious.”

“Shops first, it is then!” Five grins, as Two drives further down the street, until she pulls into a parking space. The three of you climbing out, before instantly being hit with a sticky, humid breeze, making you all wish you had remained in the air-conditioned car.

The two women lead you down the street, as you look at each of the shops you pass. A few small clothing stores, a grocer, chemist, realtor, arcade, cinema, three diners, one Italian restaurant, and finally you come to a home décor store. “They don’t have much, but it’s enough to make things a little more comfortable.” Five offers with a smile as she pushes the door open for you all.

Inside, the store was set up in multiple different sections. One for bathroom, another for children’s rooms, kitchens, lounge rooms, and of course master bedrooms. Moving further into the store, you leave Two and Five to look through the lounge section, as you make a beeline for the bedroom portion of the store. The store offered just about everything you could possibly need for a bedroom, though as you weren’t in the market for a new bed, or furniture at all for that matter, you were left with only a small portion of the display area to look through. There was a tall floor lamb which you select, along with a matching smaller lamp that you intended to use by your bed. Next came bed sheets, the ones you had been using since you arrived were clearly hand me downs, not that there was an issue with that, but you did want to new ones. Finding a few sets that you liked, and also hoped would fit your mattress, you move on to the more decorative side of things. A string of twinkling fairy lights was added to your basket, along with a cream coloured rectangular rug. As you looked further around, you came across decorative throw cushions, which you quickly snatched up five of, all in different colours and patterns, only to then find a throw blanket which matched one of the five, which you found yourself needing!

Making your way back to the front of the store, you found your travel companions causing a ruckus in the kids room section, where they were attempting to build a fort with the few items available to do so. The store clerk looked as if he was having an aneurism, though he was unable to say anything that would make the women stop. “If only One could see you both now.” You giggle, heading over with your arms and basket full of décor.

Two pokes her head up from behind their fort, smirking at you. “Why do you say that?”

“When he was telling me about all of you after we first met, he told me I had to behave well around you two, because you were the adults of the team.”

Five bursts into laughter, as Two joins in with her own giggles. “Fuck One, he sees what he wants to see when it comes to us! He wouldn’t notice if we walked around with fake moustaches drawn on!” Five gasps, shaking her head fondly.

“One time, during a briefing, Seven didn’t show up, but instead stuffed a jacket with paper, and blew up a balloon and put it under the jackets hood. He set it up perfectly, it actually looked like someone was asleep on the table! Unless you got too close, then it was obvious what was going on. One got through the whole meeting, and only when everyone stood to leave, and the fake Seven didn’t, did he notice something was wrong!” Two has a fond look in her eyes as she tells you her story. “If he thinks we’re the adults, then that’s fine, but we know the truth!”

A part of you longs to stay with the women, and help them build their fort, but the other part of you feels the urge to rescue the poor store clerk. Turning to face him, you smile kindly. “Hi there, could I grab these all please?”

The young boy blinks in shock, tearing his gaze away from the two grown women destroying the store. “Uh- sure! Just follow me.”

You do as he says and follow him to the register, he looks no older that fifteen or sixteen perhaps, and clearly has had no experience with dealing with a situation like this. As the youth reads out your total, you smile and pull out the credit card from your purse. Two had handed it to you before you left, saying that is was One’s card, and was only to be used for the essentials. When you had asked if shopping for your tailer counted as an essential, she had looked directly in your eyes and said, that home decorating was the only essential. “Can you add an extra 70 bucks to the total please?”

The boy blinks at you in surprise, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Why’d you wanna do that?”

You shrug lightly, twirling the card between your fingers. “Because I feel bad for the mess my friends have made. Figure this might make up for it a bit.”

He doesn’t question you again and does as told, presenting you with your new total, to which you happily pay.  By the time the small items had been bagged up, you were left with two lamps in large boxes, and a rolled-up rug to try and figure out how to carry out to the car. “Oi ladies! Leave the poor shop alone and come gimme a hand here!” You yell across the store, hearing the giggling from the two women cease.

*****

Loading your purchases into the car had been one hell of a hassle, while the McLaren was built for speed, it was certainly not built with the intention of ever using the trunk! After much swearing, and the threat of returning the rug, the three of you had managed to get everything safely inside, slamming the trunk closed, with the vow to not open it again until you were back at base. Next, came a very late lunch. It was well after three when you entered the diner, only a handful of other patrons there at the odd time of your arrival. A middle aged woman with flaming red hair directed the three of you to a booth at the back of the diner, handing out plastic menu’s. You all placed your orders, heeding Five’s warning and staying well away from the nachos. “Four had them once, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so unwell…” She had advised, to which although the thought of Four being sick did spark joy in you, you would rather not find out if it was a one-off thing or not.

Once your meals were handed out, conversation flowed freely between the three of you, no question was off limits now that you were away from the base and One’s prying eyes. “Alright Eight, I’ve been trying to figure it out all afternoon, but I just can’t. So you’re going have to answer it for me. What’s the go with Four? When we mentioned him back at base, I genuinely thought you were about to cry, or scream. Maybe even both…” Five begins, dabbing the corner of mouth with a napkin.

You pray that the ground will open up and swallow you whole, at least then you’d have an excuse for not answering. Of course, they had noticed your reaction earlier, you’d never been good at hiding your emotions, your dad used to warn you to never play poker! Both as an anti-gambling campaign, but also because he knew that if you did, everyone would know straight away if you were bluffing or not. You look  across at Two, who although has her mouthful, looks just as curios as Five does. Sighing deeply, you rest your elbows on the table, hissing quietly as you press against a bruise you didn’t know you had. “I’m just tired of the way he’s been treating me is all.”

“Wow, that was so informative. I feel so enlightened! Thank you so much for sharing such a heart wrenching story with us, I know that must’ve been hard for you.” Two grumbles, glaring at you over her meal. You had hoped that maybe they would accept such a basic offer, but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“It’s just that he’s been ignoring me since I arrived! Every time I try to talk to him, he just pretends he can’t hear me, and then there’s the times when I’m talking to someone else! He walks right up to us, and just starts talking over the top of me, no apology or anything!”

Five clears her throat, looking at you softly. “I don’t think he means anything by it Eight. He was like that with all of us when we first met him, he just seems to take a while to warm up to new people is all.”

At that, you can’t help but laugh, causing the two women to look at you in surprise. Out of all the reactions you could’ve had to Five’s comment that was not one they had expected. “Is there more that you’re not telling us?” Two presses on, placing her fork down and giving you her full attention now.

Your fingers comb through your hair, pushing the sweaty strands away from your scalp. “I uh- overheard him talking, or rather shouting with One today.”

“Bloody hell, those two fight like cats and dogs sometimes, you’ll get used to it eventually.” Two shrugs, leaning back to press herself against the booth’s chair more comfortably

You shake your head, breathing out deeply. “No, it’s not that. Christ I couldn’t give a flying fuck whether they scream at each other all the time or not, what I do care about though, is the way he talks about me when I’m not around.” You take a sip of your ice water, the cool glass rather soothing against your palm. “He was questioning One as to why I’m here. He thinks that what I do is pointless, and that I shouldn’t be a part of the team. Apparently, you don’t need a hacker, and that having me around is a liability. Then he accused the fight today of being a fluke, basically saying the Three was an easy take down for me! Oh, and then there was this whole thing about you needing a driver instead of me, and when One said that the team would continue taking it in turns of being the getaway driver, he basically said that I wouldn’t be able to drive a getaway vehicle even if I wanted to!” By the time you finish you feel fresh tears clawing at the backs of your eyes. You squeeze your lids shut, until you feel the need to sob subside.

With your eyes shut, you don’t see the looks exchanged between Two and Five, who were conducting a silent conversation, with you none the wiser. “Eight, I’m not trying to excuse Four’s behaviour, or his comments. But there’s something you should know.” Five sighs, resting a comforting hand over your shoulder, smiling gently when you look at her beside you. “Four, well he’s been part of the team for a while, he joined well before I did, so he’s come to know a fair few people in his time with the Ghosts. By now, you’ve probably realised that there’s a number missing in our team, Six. He was with us for our first mission in Florence, but things didn’t end well, and he didn’t make it. Four and Six, they were practically joined at the hip, despite what One always told us, warning us to never get too close to each other, they did anyways. They were best friends! Six was our driver, and when he was with us, you could always find the two of them dicking around, going for joy rides, just being overall stupid young boys, but at least they were having fun. When Six died, it hit Four like a ton of bricks, for weeks he kept to himself, he disappeared for nearly two weeks, none of us had any idea where he went, we still don’t. But then, he suddenly returned, and begun acting as if nothing had changed. Even though, in his world, everything had.”

A crease forms between your brows as you watch Five, tears are brimming in her eyes, but just like you, she’s too stubborn to let them fall. “Since then, Four’s been, different. He puts on a brave face, but we all know that there’s something eating him from the inside out. But he refuses to talk about it, and we can’t force him to. One uses it to his advantage, reminding us that this is why we don’t form attachments, but we don’t listen to him. Forming attachments keeps us human, even if it hurts sometimes.”

You blink slowly, taking in Five’s words, a deep pang of sympathy pounding in your chest. All of what you had just been told, it made sense to why Four was so quick to defend Six when he was arguing with One earlier. “I get that he’s been hurt, and that maybe he doesn’t know how to deal with the loss of Six. But why is he taking it out on me?”

This time, it’s Two who answers you, drumming her long fingers on the table. “He’s doing exactly what One has been telling us to do for years, not making attachments. He would rather have you hate him, than to get close to you, and have something happen. He can’t do the same with the rest of us, he’s known us too long now. But you? You’re new, he doesn’t know anything about you, and if he can keep it that way, then neither of you will be hurt if another mission ends badly.”

“But that doesn’t explain why he was talking about me like that to One! If he was saying it directly to me, then sure, I’d understand because yeah, I really am close to hating him after those comments. But when he was talking to One, he didn’t know I was there!”

“You didn’t have to be there. Gossip travels quickly when there’s only seven of us around, secrets don’t stay secret for long. One way or another we all find everything out. Four knows this as well as the rest of us do. Anything that he says to One about you, will eventually get around base until it reaches you. This time, the process just skipped a step, and went straight to you, before the rest of us found out.” Two offers with a tired shrug.

You pick at the remainder of your meal, mulling over this new information, unsure of how to process all of it at once. The table grows quiet, the three of you all lost in your own thoughts. “So Four doesn’t hate me really…. And, he doesn’t think that I have no place in the team?”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but I’d bet you fifty bucks that that’s exactly right. He doesn’t know you; he can’t hate you.” Five laughs, and you feel some tension leave your shoulders, finally feeling somewhat relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you gaze across at Two, then at Five, both of whom raise their eyebrows, they could see the cogs in your mind turning, but they had no idea what plan you were formulating. “I may not be able to do much to change this situation. But the least I can do is prove him wrong.”

“What’ve you got in mind Eight?” Two smirks, sitting up straight and pushing her plate to the side of the table.

*****

If you thought the McLaren was travelling fast on your way into town, then the drive out meant you were practically flying! The leather steering wheel was soft against your hands as you swerved in between cars, paying little to no mind as to which lane of the freeway you were legally supposed to be driving on. “Jesus Christ Eight! Would you mind not killing us please?” Two gasped, as you narrowly avoided a head on collision with a semi as you overtook a Winnebago, despite her vocal protests at your erratic driving, the sparkle in her eyes proved that she was enjoying the ride just as much as you were.

Five however was not having a grand time, and looked to be on the verge of carsick. “Eight, there are breakable things in the back of this car! Please slow down! Think of the lamps!”

You look at Five through the rear-view mirror, raising your eyebrows behind you heart glasses. “Why have the speedometer go this high if you can’t drive that fast?” You challenge, pressing down on the accelerator further, the engine revving in a delicious purr.

Whereas on the way into town, even with Two speeding as she was, the trip had still taken forty-five minutes. This time around, you were easily halfway back to base, and had only been driving for fifteen minutes. “Fucking hell Eight, we’re supposed to be dead! What happens if the police pull you over? How do you explain that three dead women are currently driving at a highly illegal speed down a freeway?” Five tries again, though it only causes you to laugh, even Two was finding the whole ordeal rather humorous.

Watching Five in the mirror, you see her open her mouth, ready to ask you to slow down again. Before she has the chance, you flick the radio on, the opening psychedelic tune of Devin Townsend’s True North urging you to speed along further. The music soaks into your entire being, and as you drive, singing along, you find yourself not caring what anyone thought of you in this very moment. You were truly living your best life, and there were genuinely no consequences for doing so.

 *****

 Four had once again cornered One, or so he thought.  Four was under the impression, that if he yelled loud enough, that One would listen to what he had to say and would kick you out of the team. For three weeks now, he’d been trying to think of different ways to prove that you weren’t a good fit with the rest of the Ghosts, but nothing he said seemed to deter One’s line of thought. None of them had a bloody clue what the next mission was, but according to One, you would be necessary. Four failed to see how, there was nothing you could do, that the others couldn’t. Sure, they would need a bit of training to get there, and to be able to get things done as quickly as you did, but he was positive that he could hack into a museum’s security cameras just as quickly as you supposedly had!

“I’m not having this discussion with you again Four.” One groaned, rubbing at his forehead with his thumb and index finger.

“But you’re not bloody listening! What if she double crosses us? Instead of breaking into a computer to steal the information we need, what if she sends it to someone else? Or gives away our location and plans?”

“Why? Why would she do that? Who would she send them to? According to all official documents, she’s dead. Just like the rest of us. There’s literally no one out there who would make a deal with a dead person, just on the off chance they actually delivered on their promises!”

Four frowned deeply, his brows furrowed and scar pulsing in his frustration. Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t One just listen to him for once? All he wanted, truly, was for you to be safe, and to return to your old life! As glamourous as One had likely talked up the life of a Ghost, it truly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be! No one else should be subjected to this life, there was too much pain and death involved with this way of living, and you had no reason to experience it.

From behind the two men, a cloud of dust could be seen rapidly approaching, red clouds of dirt billowing around until they parted in lieu of the speeding McLaren. One moment it was miles away from the men, and the next, he could feel the heat radiating from the car as it breezed past him, before performing a donut, and coming to halt with the bonnet facing him. The tyre marks in the dirt showed just how perfect a stop the car had come to, there was no fishtailing, just clean tracks. Five was the first to emerge from the car, pressing a hand to cover her eyes, while the other rest atop the car door. Two pulled herself out next, grinning between him and One, before turning and popping the trunk. Finally, out you came, from the driver’s side no less, a cocky grin plastered to your lips as you waved at One, raising an arched eyebrow up at Four.

“Jesus Eight, I said you could drive home! Not warp us here!” Five groaned, as she helped you and Two collect things from the trunk of the car.

“Right, so who the fuck taught you to drive like that then?” One yelled out, earning a grin from you in his direction.

“When you run perpetually late like I do, and go to school on the opposite side of the city, you learn how to navigate traffic pretty damned quickly.” You quip back, slamming the trunk closed, and pocketing the keys. You, Two and Five all making your way towards your trailer.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking say it One.” Four warns, holding up a hand to the grinning man before him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about? I wasn’t going to say anything. Especially not anything about how impressive Eight’s driving skills are.” One shrugs, eyebrows raised in a look of utter innocence.

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Chapter Five out now

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Falling stars

Pairing:Jolyne x  female!reader

Word count:570

Genre:fluff

Warnings:implied/off-screen nsfw,and a scene with nudity but not smut and mention of not accepting one self

Plot summary:Jolyne used to be in denial of her bisexuality until Y/N came along.In an after stone ocean AU,they go on a romantic trip together

This was a request from a closeted friend who headcanons Jolyne as closeted bi for comfort!It’s old writing (this blog didn’t even exist) but I hope you like it!Looking back at it,I don’t like it that much but ahhh

It was being a really fun road trip so far for these two lovebirds.Sure,they had gotten a lost a fair amount of times in the middle of a forest,bugs were being a constant busses and even in the van,sometimes it could get too cold at night.

But it didn’t matter to them,they had each other.To two young girls who had gone through so much together,that was more than enough.It felt like paradise,to finally be able to take a break.

One dark night,the couple was sitting on the grass,looking at the deep blue sky with anticipation.Many people around the globe were waiting for the meteor shower that was anticipated.

“I don’t think I can stay awake much more” Jolyne complained “Who cares about some lights in the sky anyways?Let’s go to sleep already !”

“Are you kidding me?We both know you have stayed up way longer partying before the whole prison thing happened” Y/N pointed out with a chuckle,she was so adorable

“That’s different!The city is fun!We are waiting on the grass,just for some dumb stars to pass.It’s gonna last like two seconds anyway!” She defended herself with a frown

“You didn’t seem to think nature was boring when we were in the lake this morning~” her girlfriend countered with a wink

“Fair enough” she said,a blush coming to her face just thinking about it.

~*~

“Ah!It’s cold as shit!” Jolyne said,stepping deeper into the fresh water,trying to catch up with Y/N,who was already happily swimming naked,making it really hard for Jolyne not to stare.

“Never gone skinny dipping before~?” Y/N teased,knowing how it would affect her.

“Ah,now you’ve done it!” Jolyne said,swimming towards her despite the cold temperature of the water.

“Fina-” she didn’t get to finish as she managed to catch up,as Jolyne splashed her.

“This is war!” she said,splashing back.She wasn’t going to go easy on her,not this time!

The playing and giggling went on for a while.They were so in love,that much was obvious

~*~

“Hey!Look!” Y/N said,shaking her to get her out of her daydreaming so she wouldn’t miss it.

Jolyne smiled as she looked up to the sky,it was a lovely sight she had never been able to see before.

“Go ahead and make a wish!Quick!” Y/N continued.

Despite her dad not being around to use his stand,time stopped for Jolyne for a few seconds.So many things she wanted...To make her happy,to finally accept herself the way she was,to stay with her forever...before she met Y/N,she had been in denial forever...She couldn’t choose just one and before she realized,the stars were gone.

“Well,what did you ask for?” Y/N asked with curiosity in her tone.

“Nothing,I was too busy thinking!” Jolyne said with a sigh.

“Oh don’t worry,a few more should come around in a couple of minutes” Y/N reminded her

“Hmm.And what did you wish for?”

“You,obviously~”

“That’s quite cheesy~” she said,making both of them laugh.

“Now,since you are so sleepy,let’s go back and get some sleep in the van~”

“After teasing me like that?It’s gonna be a while in there until we sleep~”