#if you want me to move to la ill find a way

[geniepuppet]

The way I would legit do anything to work for @wearewatcher

[etheralisi]

I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

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Nice knowing you guys

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Wtf??? Where do you live?

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You can’t just ask someone where they live

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op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

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The hell is happening in your city?

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The end of the world

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Where else would you learn that?

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🚀jj-sails Follow

Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

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🦙dramallama Follow

So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

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At this point no one is surprised 

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

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⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I lived bitch

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Context?

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No ✨

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🎨 asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

Sorry everyone  ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

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Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

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♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined 

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Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

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Hello

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JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

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It’s Sensei’s fault

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#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

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I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

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You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

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Relatable 

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Umm???

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Day 3667 of me posting: no

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Wow this blog is dedicated

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🐝 dizzee-bee Follow

Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

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This post… aged

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Pay up op

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there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

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I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

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I thought that was a rogue cosplayer 

#for real though. What even happened to them?

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Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

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Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

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🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

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IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE 

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I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

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My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

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🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

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There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from. 

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This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

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Pretty lights and vigilantes? 

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So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

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Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

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What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

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Isn’t your fandom super dead?

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Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never 

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Fandom still going strong 💪 

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Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

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Sorry, mutants???

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Nah it’s defo aliens

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#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

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Children are terrifying 

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Agreed. But I feel like there’s a story here

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Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

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Woah

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@  HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

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Set a profile picture because apparently everyone’s blocking me thinking I’m a bot?

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Sorry CJ

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine ☀️ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy

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Aww, hey Orange

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Hey, where’s my ask

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Orange?

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Oh 

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asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs 🪳 Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they’re bugging you

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Two can play at this game

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Jk ☀️☀️☀️

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I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didn’t know the name of my account. Back when they didn’t bug me in my inbox

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Then make another one?

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Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

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What about your sister?

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You’re fine

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Favouritism 

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Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.  

❤️🧡💜💙

#I don’t know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and that’s that you are heroes 

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[mangosrar]

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

suggestive idk??? idgaf tho 😛

You and Nick had been bestfriends since pre-k. Attatched at the hip since crayons and numberjacks. 14 years later, youre both now 20 still going strong, with celebrity gossip, and a hot brother.

Obviously nick was a triplet wich meant as well as him, you had 2 more built in best friends Chris and Matt. You had always been closer to Matt than you were Chris, however, you and Chris were close in a different way. It was an unspoken relationship with him. Years of flirting, lingering stares, light touches and hugs that lasted just a little too long for best freinds, however no one dared to ever speak on it, and neither of you ever acted on it. ever.

When the triplets moved to LA you were devestated. You felt like a part of your heart was moving accross the country, however you were so proud of the boys, and cheered them on the whole way. They assured you they would visit all the time, and they would fly you out to la whenever you wanted, at the drop of A hat, which brings you to now.

Matt had picked you up from the airport earlier this morning, it was now closer to midnight and all 4 of you were in the living room watching a movie. You'd caught up with them all and got over the excitment of being reunited, but Chris hadn't really said much. The most hed said was a quick "you look good" ,but that was only for your ears, he had made sure to say it into your hair, almost silently, as he wrapped you up in his arms when you got back to the house.

Apart from that, he hadnt dared come too close in fear he might jump your bones there and then. He was losing it. He made sure to sit on the other end of the couch, putting as much distance between you as he possibly could.

Sure you understood why, buy secretly you wished you would get a moment alone with him so you could make a move. Unbeknown to you, Chris was just as desperate as you were. Something had changed between you both and it hung heavy in the air.

"Im gonna go clean up the kitchen, y/n come help me"

Bingo.

Your pov:

I smiled and quickly scurried off the couch and follewed chris into the kitchen, expecting to find him clearing up the mess we made, but i was pleasently surprised when a hand caught my wrist and pulled me to the side, causing me to yelp.

I was faced with warm blue eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. His body against mine, his hands on my waist, i could feel his breath on my face with the closeness.

All of the confidence i had earlier, talking about me making a move, was long fucking gone when he brushed my hair over my shoulder and moved his face to my neck. He left soft open mouth kisses on my collarbones and slowly moved up to my neck. My insides were screaming.

My breath caught in my throte when he moved his hands lower, hovering above my ass. "chris....matt or nick could see". My breathing quickened and my voice dared to let out a whine.

"Missed you baby". He said completely ignoring my paranoia. I couldnt help but let out an airy moan at the nickname. My hands moved up to his hair, and i tugged softly on it earning a groan from him. Gotcha.

His lips moved up to the spot below my ear that made me week in the knees. He lingered on the spot that made me shudder, biting genty, definetley leaving a mark.

I put one hand on the side of his face, pulling his head up so i could see him. god give me some self conrol. He looked so sexy. I couldnt help but let my eyes gander over his face, his cheeks were pink with need.

"Keep looking at me like that and ill show you just how much I’ve missed you". His voice was raspy and hushed. His eyes boring into mine. Fuck it.

I pulled his face down to mine and closed the space between us. His lips fit perfectly into mine. His hands moved down to the plush of my ass and gripped it, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel everything on him. Everything.

His tongue fought with mine, running it acroos the roof of my mouth and the kiss became hot and heavy. Chris started walking me backwards, until my back hit the counter. He hoisted me up and pushed my legs apart so he could settle between them. I had one hand on his chest and the other at the nape of his neck.

His were everwhere, one hand going from the inside of my thigh, to under the back of my shirt. One loosly resting on my neck. He was addicting. I was i no rush to silece the whines coming out of my mouth, and Chris was welcoming them, swallowing them up with his lips.

He moved down to my neck again, licking a stripe up my throat. Im losing it. Im losing it. Im losing it.

His precence was suffocating me in the best way. All i could feel was his lips and hands all over me, he was in my head. My brain shouting his name like a mantra.

Chris. Chris. Chris.

Slowly he pulled away. Face still just inches in front of mine. I couldve died a happy woman right there and then. His hair was messy from my wandering hands, his breathing was heavy, his pupils were blown out, his lips were puffy and wet from my own.

"i shouldve done that years ago"

Yes Chris, yes you should have.

i need him like medically bro. MEOW.

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[aliaology]

NOW THAT WE DONT TALK

summary: yn makes it to michigan with her friend sabrina, shockingly, reconnecting with old friends and also bumping into bad memories.

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you felt weird, the stares of others pouring heavily onto your body. you didn’t like it, the feeling, whatsoever. the crowd parted as you walked into the house. the memories from this house flooded through your mind, from running to your room away from jack, to even skinny dipping with him in the lake.

you watched cole leap up and made his way to you, leaving a very uncomfortable jack and trevor behind. "bells! you made it" he grinned.

the shorter boy threw his arms around you in happiness. "hey coley, i told you i'd be here" you smiled, hugging him back.

"i know but it's just, unreal! i haven't seen you in forever!" he smiled.

you frowned. "im sorry cole, ive been really busy in toronto and it doesn't help that i feel so out of place in michigan now.." you trailed off.

"dont sweat it, bells. im just glad you're here" he smiled at you. "how long are you staying here for?" he asked.

"well— sab leaves tomorrow, im staying to get my dorm situated back at umich" you told. cole nodded.

"get lunch with me tomorrow then? i want to catch up" you just nodded before hearing your name get called. looking behind you, you see some of jack's teammates.

jack's teammates, john marino and nico hischier always liked you. hell, you still talked to them to ask how games went and just how they were.

"ill talk to you later coley" you grinned.

cole nodded and went back to trevor and jack. trevor held a sour look on his face while jack looked pissed. you grabbed sab’s arm and brought her with you to john and nico.

"hi johnny, hi nico" you smiled at them, giving them each hugs once you got to them. "its been awhile." you added.

"seriously, a long time. have you been in toronto the entire time?" john asked.

you nodded. "yeah, i moved in with my brother. im with him for just two more weeks until i move into my new apartment." you smiled.

"really? where you moving to?" nico asked.

"new york, actually." you grinned. "maybe ill drive over to nj and pop in."

nico grinned, "i'd be careful with that one, y/n. i cant lie, jacks been in a little bit of a twist since your song came out." he spoke.

john nodded. "more standoff-ish, but he had it coming.”

you heard sab snort from behind you, causing you to grin along. "sorry its just— one of my songs ends with ‘he had it coming’ and it reminded me of that.” sabrina spoke.

"its okay— how have you both been?” nico asked. you looked at sabrina with a hesitation glint in your eyes. she just sent you a nod.

“ive been— okay? uhm, just a lot going on currently. very stressed i dont know— i just cant wait to get back to umich.” you explained.

“and i have to go back to LA tomorrow so i have to soak my time up with my girl.” sabrina grinned, tossing an arm around your neck.

"uh oh— warning, trevor is on his way over.” john said, bringing his cup to his mouth to quiet his words before taking a sip of whatever alcoholic drink he had.

you tensed up slightly, not turning your head, you kept close to sabrina.

"what up guys, how you enjoying the party? cole's wondering." trevor faked a smile.

"oh, very fun if i do say so myself." sabrina sarcastically spoke.

you nudged her slightly, elbowing her in the side. she sent you a glare, basically stating ‘cut the shit.’

trevor sarcastically smiled. "well isn't that just peachy? anyone here finding someone to go home with tonight? i know it shouldn't be too hard for some of you."

you grab nico's drink, sipping it yourself. "maybe— i heard that dixie girl is single, might ask her to go home with me.” you shrugged.

the four guys went completely silent. you coughed, "anyone up for another drink? i think i need to get drunk tonight." and you walked away.

“oh my god” sabrina laughed, immediately going after you.

“fucking bitch”

trevor scoffed, walking away in anger. john and nico looked at each other, wide eyes. "holy shit."

lol hey... this sucked but hey! tags: @honethatty12 , @slaythehousebootsdown13 , @lovinbarzal , @outrunangelss , @absolutelyhugh3s , @hockeyboysarehot , @shadowsndaisies @lxnceclercs

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Inferum

Part Three

Jake x OC (f)

Warnings: description of tight spaces and claustrophobic scenes, a few curse words

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Ou est-elle la Mort? Toujours future ou passée. Apeine est-elle présente, que déjá  elle n’est plus.

Walking down through the catacombs, I couldn’t help but notice how completely ill-prepared Jake and the rest of his group were. None of them were wearing the right kind of footwear, which led me to believe that they didn’t know we’d be trudging through the muck and water. Then I noticed how nice their clothes were. Did they not realize they’d be crawling through dirt and bone?

Reaching out to lightly touch Jake’s arm, I ask, “I’m sorry-Jake, right? When did you hear about the ritual?”

He looked down at where my hand had been before looking back up at me. “Oh, well Colette told us about it at the club,” He answers, gesturing toward the other guide.

Stopping mid step, I turn to face him, “What?”

“Yeah, she told us about this feast for the dead thing and my brother Sam,” he says, pointing him out, “thought it sounded like something fun to do on Halloween. Danny wasn't convinced, but Josh and Sam wore him down. So here we are,” He shrugs.

“S-Something fun to do? Do you have any idea what the feast is?” I question.

“Not really, no. But friends of ours do something similar back home and it’s just a way of honoring the dead. It can’t be much different,” He grins as he moves to continue walking.

Shaking my head, I grab his arm to keep him from moving. “Jake, that's not what this is. You and your friends need to go back. You’re not prepared at all for what we’re walking into.”

His brows pull together and he gently shrugs my hand off of him. “We’ll be fine. I appreciate that you seem really concerned. But my brothers and I can handle whatever it is.”

I go to say more but he turns his back to me and goes to catch up with the others. I want to tell them all to turn around and ask Pip to take them back to the city above, but I can see now that nothing I say will dissuade them from going. I’m nothing but a stranger to them, and Colette has somehow gained enough of their trust that my word against hers wouldn’t be taken seriously. So, we continue on. Before long, we reach what seems to be a dead end. Colette gestures to a hole in the wall and tells us that we have to crawl through to the other side. The others look to one another in slight confusion but do as they’re told in the end. I follow suit. 

I’m the last to go, getting down on my hands and knees, I look down through the crawlspace. I see the bottoms of Sam’s shoes. Taking a deep breath, I begin to crawl forward. I can hear the others chatting amongst themselves ahead of me, when I hear movement behind me. There isn’t enough space for me to fully turn my head around, so I drop my shoulder and try my best to see the source of the noise through the corner of my eye. From what I can see, there’s nothing. Shaking my head, I take a deep breath and continue crawling forward. 

As I keep moving, the sense of something following takes over my body. I glance back as best I can and still see nothing when I hear, “L'heure de la fête des morts approche. Nous devons nous dépêcher,” come from right beside me. I yelp and jump, hitting my head and back on the rock above me. 

“Addey! Are you alright? What happened?” I hear Pip call.

“I’m fine!” I call back, trying to calm my racing heart. “I thought I heard something, but it was nothing.” There’s a beat of silence before they say to be careful and I begin to crawl again. 

When I finally crawl through the opening to the other side, Pip helps me to my feet and whispers in my ear, “Addey, s'il te plaît, ne va pas chez les Gaules. Nous pouvons encore faire demi-tour, il est encore temps. La fête de Samhain pour les morts n'apporte rien de bon. Elle n'apporte que de la souffrance.”

I pat their arm and smile sympathetically. “I can’t turn back. I have to go. But they…” I say tilting my head in the direction of the others. “They should. Convince them to go back.”

They shake their head and say, “I cannot. Colette, she would not let me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come, if you must go, then we shall go.” They say with a sigh and guide me forward.

So, we all venture on. As we do, I can see the apprehension begin to creep onto the other's faces. The filthy water has ruined their clothes and shoes, but none of them complain. That is until we reach the bones.

“No, no way. There’s no way I can fit through there.” The tall and dark one, Danny, says.

“Oui, you will fit. You turn sideways and go.” Colette says.

“Come on Dan, we’re almost there. Right Colette?” Jake’s brother, Josh says.

“Oui, it’s not much further.” She agrees.

“Fine, fine. But if I get stuck, I’ll kill you. Got it?” Danny says, pointing at Josh.

Laughing, Josh replies, “You wouldn’t. Now come on.” 

With that, we each begin to sidestep through the walls of bones. Danny is in front of me and Pip is behind me, being the last in line. Passing through the bones is disturbing. Feeling the curves and edges of those who died long before is enough to make me feel nauseous. I try my best to push the feeling to the back of my mind, but it lingers. As we carefully make our way through, I can hear Danny’s breathing start to pick up. Then suddenly he stops.

“I- I- I’m stuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He panics.

“You okay? What do you mean you’re stuck?” I hear one of the women call to him.

“I can’t move! I’m wedged in! Oh my god.” He says, looking up, sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Seeing his panic, I softly say, “Hey, Danny? Can you turn your head and look at me?” He does and I can see the tears threatening to spill. “Hey. You’re going to be okay. I promise. You just need to calm down. The more you panic, the more your chest will expand. Making it harder for you to move.”

He nods his head. “What do I do?”

Licking my lips and swallowing hard, I say, “Try to think of something that calms you down. Do you have a favorite place you like to go? A favorite song that puts you in a good mood?” He nods his head. “Okay, then think of that place or hum the song and close your eyes and try to forget where you are. I know it’s hard, but just try.”

He does as I say, squeezing his eyes closed and begins to hum. It’s not a song I know, but I can slowly see his face begin to relax. When he opens his eyes again, I nod and say, “Great, now try stepping forward.” He turns to face the other way and takes a step. His head whips back around and he has a look of shock and relief. “Good, now just keep going. You’re doing great.” I say taking a step forward.

When we finally make it out, Danny grabs me and wraps me in a tight hug. Taken aback, I pat his back in return. “Thank you.” He whispers.

I just smile and say, “No worries, glad I could help.”

He smiles back before we both turn at the sound of Colette speaking. “The ritual is just through that corridor. From now on, you must be silent. If we get caught, it will be very bad. Vous comprenez?”

We all nod before she turns and leads us to the Feast of the Dead. As we enter the hallway, I notice a plaque above the entryway. It reads;

“Quocumque ingrederis sequitur mors corporis umbra.

Whenever you enter, death follows as a body's shadow.”

As I read the words, a sense of foreboding sends a shiver down my spine. I look to Pip who has already passed through. They extend their hand to me and whisper, “Venez, c'est l'heure.” Taking their hand, I take one last deep breath and step into the hall.

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[agirlwithdemonblood]

The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 6 - Healing in Darkness

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: The isolation becomes too much for Y/N to bear, luckily she has people around to help

Warnings: Panic attack, swearing, emotional, slight angst

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It was surprising how quickly things could change.

Just days ago, Jensen and I had been friends, growing closer, sharing intimate moments. Now, we haven't seen each other-not since the night of the kiss.

As much as I didn't want to, I found myself avoiding him, stuck feeling embarrassed for myself for thinking we had something deeper, when clearly we didn't.

My mood was at an all time low as I isolated myself. I've faked an illness at work to work from home, burying myself in tasks to distract from thoughts of him. But as the work decreased, so did my ability to avoid reality.

Walking through the hallway of my home, my gaze fell on the family photograph, our smiles genuine and heartwarming. Tears welled up despite my efforts to hold them back. I missed them, missed having someone to talk to, missed the simple joy of smiling.

Since Jensen, I hadn't smiled. I felt ridiculous to have imagined he could want someone like me. I didn't belong here; I didn't fit in, and I felt more alone that I ever have.

Living and working in LA, despite its perks and recent promotion, felt increasingly unbearable. There had to be another way to support my parents. Anything was better than staying here, isolated and unhappy.

I dialed my mom's number, tears welling up in my eyes as she answered, her voice calm and kind like it always was causing my heart to clench in my chest.

"Mom?" I choked out, and her gasp caused the tears to rush down.

"Oh, Y/N! I've been waiting to hear from you, sweetie. How are you holding up? How's LA treating you?"

Struggling to hold back the sobs, I confessed, "Mom, I don't want to be here anymore."

"Why, baby? What's happened?" her concern was evident, soothing in its familiarity. My family were always this way, ready to listen and to help, it was a lifeline in my darkest days.

I moved to my porch, my first time outside since that night Jensen left. The quiet street offered no comfort, no answers to wether I should stay here or not. I couldn't help but notice Jensen's car parked in his driveway, a painful reminder of his absence, another reason to flee this place.

"I'm so lonely, Mom. There's no one here for me. I feel so isolated, like I don't belong here." I admitted, tears staining my cheeks.

Her voice softened, filled with reassurance. "Y/N, moving was a big decision and defiantly a hard one, but remember how excited you were when you chose this path? You were making a pros and cons list and just seemed so... happy. If you want to come home, that is more than okay with us, you always have a room here. It's okay to feel lost now, but don't give up on your dreams because of loneliness. You're not alone, honey. We're here for you, and you'll find your place there."

Others, yeah. Like Jensen. I debated on mentioning our little relationship, but I held my tongue, ashamed of my adoration for a celebrity.

"You're right, Mom. Thank you. I think I just needed to hear your voice," I sighed.

"We're always here to talk, okay? And your father and I are saving to come visit you soon." she promised.

"I know, I'm trying to do the same." I replied, smiling weakly.

After hanging up, I stayed on the porch, watching the sunset, the world carrying on around me while I remained stuck, feeling utterly alone.

The night progressed as usual, darkness concealing the streets.

Wrapped in a cozy blanket, I turned on "The Office" and sipped my hot chocolate, a small ritual that usually calmed my anxiety. Tonight, however, it offered no relief.

It struck me how consumed I'd become by thoughts of Jensen, how quickly our connection had been deepened and how quickly it burnt out. I couldn't shake him from my mind, nor did I truly want to.

Jensen felt different. The way he looked at me, the spark I felt when our eyes met, his genuine interest in my thoughts-it all left a intense impact.

His touch lingered in my memory, warm and reassuring, treating me as if I were normal, not a loner or an anxious mess.

My mind raced, questioning if maybe the issue was with me. Making friends has always been a challenge; knowing what to say or do seemed beyond my abilities. Even within my own family, I was always the more quiet and reserved one.

Anxiety tightened its grip, suffocating me despite my efforts to focus elsewhere. Unable to bear it any longer, I stumbled outside, seeking comfort on the porch, in the cool air, but the quiet night offered no relief, only increasing my sense of isolation.

My breathing grew heavy, each inhale a struggle against invisible walls closing in. I clutched my phone, fingers trembling as I debated on calling Jensen. But I hesitated-this wasn't something he needed to deal with, especially not now, not at 10:00 pm.

Yet, his words echoed from the other day: "If you ever need someone, I'm here." He wouldn’t have said it without meaning it right? He wouldn’t revoke his offer because of what happened between us....right?

My shaky hands typed a message, hesitating before pressing send. It took mere seconds before my phone pinged, his response popping up in front of me.

Y/N: "Are you awake?"

Jensen: "Yeah, on my way over."

I froze at his response when I realized that it was the last thing I wanted to hear. I never wanted him to witness me like this—pathetic, a mess, a burden. As I started to type, urging him not to come over, my trembling fingers betrayed me. Before I could hit send, I heard his front door shut, and it was too late.

In the darkness, I could see him walking towards me, concern evident on his face. He lifted his head, his eyes widening in alarm as they locked onto my trembling form on the stairs. Panic gripped me tighter as I struggled to breathe, each gasp feeling like a battle against an invisible weight crushing my chest.

He hurried up the stairs, his steps echoing in my ears, and reached my side in a blur of movement. "Y/N?... What's wrong? What happened?" Jensen's voice trembled with worry as he knelt beside me.

I tried to respond, to reassure him, but my words dissolved into raspy coughs, my body shaking uncontrollably. His hand found my back, his touch grounding yet stained with his own growing anxiety. He leaned closer, his voice a gentle plea in my ear.

"Whoa, hey. Breathe with me Y/N, slow deep breathes." he urged, his palm resting firmly between my shoulder blades.

I nodded frantically, focusing on the rhythm of his breaths, trying to match them as my vision blurred with tears of frustration and fear. His hand stayed on my back, guiding each inhalation and exhalation with a steady rhythm, his voice a lifeline in the chaos of my mind.

I forced my head lower, trying to focus on the steps below my feet. His hand patted my back for every breath, holding it there until I exhaled. “That’s right, okay good job slow it down.”

But the panic was relentless, tightening its grip on me despite Jensen’s efforts. He could see it, feel it, in the way I couldn’t stop shaking, in the frantic gasps for air that seemed too shallow. Jensen’s voice became more urgent, his words a mix of reassurance and desperate pleading.

“Stay with me, Y/N. You’re doing great, just keep breathing. I’m right here, I’ve got you,” Jensen murmured, his fingers rubbing small circles on my back, his touch gentle yet firm.

Minutes passed like hours, each second a battle against the overwhelming fear. Slowly, my breathing steadied, the grip of panic loosening its hold. Jensen's touch remained gentle yet firm, a constant reassurance in the darkness.

As calm sat between us, I lifted my head slowly, avoiding his gaze. Embarrassment flooded me-how could he see me like this? Weak, vulnerable, a burden?

"Thank you for helping Jensen..." I whispered, my voice shaky yet sincere. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this."

His hand brushed through his hair, a small smile spreading across his lips. “It's not a problem, I just....I don’t know how you handle it,” Jensen admitted softly, his eyes searching mine. “My panic attacks have never been that bad.”

His admission surprised me, a flicker of connection in our shared vulnerability. I shrugged sadly and dropped my head lower, "Their not usually this bad, but close."

"I'm just glad you're okay now," he added softly, his eyes reflecting both relief and lingering concern.

I stood from my spot and turned towards the door, avoiding his eyes that I knew were locked on me. "Well.. Thanks again, goodnight Jensen."

Before I could retreat inside, Jensen's hand reached for mine, halting my escape. "Wait, please."

Turning to face him, I braced myself for his words, uncertain of what he may say next.

"Would you like to come over? Maybe have a drink and we can talk?" his voice held a hint of vulnerability and hope.

I managed a weak smile, and shook my head. "You know what happened last time we drank together, I don't think it's a good idea."

His expression fell slightly, nodding in understanding. "I.. I wanted to talk to you about that."

Frustration crept in slowly. I was inexperienced in social interactions, but waiting days after an incident like that to talk didn't seem wise. "I was here all week. You knew where to find me, but you didn't come over. So are you sure about that?"

His shoulders slumped, regret and shame covering his face. "I know. I was lost and confused and trying to give you space since I fucked up." He sighed.

His eyes glanced down, and he stepped closer as embarrassment and regret pulled at his features. "Y/N, you're the first person I've been with since my ex-wife. You're the only one I've had feelings for and it scared the shit out of me."

"Feelings?" I felt a surge of anger, recalling that night vividly. "Jensen, when you left, you straight out said that you didn’t want that to happen. That came from your mouth. Please don’t tell me you have feelings for me if you didn’t want to do any of that with me in the first place.”

His eyes widened, mouth gaping. "Sweetheart, that's not what I meant when I said it... Fuck. I'm such an asshole. That's not what I wanted you to think."

Tears welled in my eyes, and I shrugged. "What else was I supposed to think?"

He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I should have talked to you sooner, but I didn't know if you wanted to see me."

He stepped closer, hand reaching for mine, eyes filled with vulnerability, "I didn't want to rush things. I wanted to take it slow. I spoke to a friend before coming here, and he called me out for being too cautious, too shy. So I tried to be bold, to go for what I wanted, but I ended up messing it all up..."

He stepped closer, brushing a tear from my cheek. "I'm sorry Y/N, I really am. I didn't handle it well at all, I should have spoken to you."

I nodded slowly, my hand reaching for his. "I understand, it's okay."

He stepped closer hesitantly, opening his arms and smiling sadly as I stepped closer, hugging him tightly to me. "I know, I messed up. I want this, Y/N. I have feelings for you. I'm just scared."

I lifted my head to face him, "I'm scared too."

His eyes locked in mine, a small smile playing on his lips. "You are?"

"Yeah." I admitted softly. "I've never been in a relationship before. People usually don't like me that much."

Jensen kissed my forhead softly, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I like you." he confessed, his eyes meeting mine with sincerity. "I really do, Y/N."

I smiled back, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I like you too, Jensen. A lot."

His grip tightened as he held me, putting all the pieces back together one by one. "Do you want to come to my place for a bit? The kids are with their mom until tomorrow."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. "I'd like that."

Locking my door behind me, I followed him to his house, letting things unfold naturally. For the first time, I wasn't anxious about what might happen next. I knew it would be okay.

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[lizzieislife94x]

Did That Happen (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader 

Y/ns POV:

"You fucking stupid piece of shit" I yell as I kick my car there's no way I just broke down at 1am in the middle of no where I don't know my way around LA I've only been here for a week visiting family I let out a sigh and lean against the car to get my phone to call for help "no no no no fuckkk" I yell a little to loud fuck I hope no one heard me I don't wanna disturb anyone I throw my phone into the car of course it died as I went to call for help I sink back down against my car and put my face in my hands as I hear someone approach and look around to see a woman towering over me "Oh my gosh are you ok honey what's wrong" her voice is so soothing and familiar I quickly stand up to get a proper look and freeze on the spot "you um you're..fuck you're Elizabeth olsen " I stutter mentally slapping myself what a great first impression y/n geez I see her smile as a giggle leaves her lips fuck she's so beautiful and her laugh is perfect "please call me lizzie, so whats wrong I heard you yelling and thought you might be in trouble"

I play with my fingers as she looks into my eyes her gaze making me feel so shy "well this piece of junk broke down, I don't know this area all that well I'm here visiting family and just as I went to call for help my phone died" I say a little quick and stressed as I run my fingers through my hair I feel her gently rub my arm "well do you want to come inside I can make you some hot chocolate or something and maybe charge your phone up a little" I smile and look at her "oh my god really that would be amazing if I get some charge I can call and wake my cousin to come pick me up" I lean into the car and grab my phone "ok follow me by the way what's your name " she says walking away as I follow her "I'm y/n, y/n l/n" I smile as we walk into her house "well y/n please make yourself comfortable ill get some hot chocolate made" I look around in utter shock this place is huge and beautiful I just nod unable to form words I walk to couch and sit waiting for lizzie after a few minutes she walks in with 2 mugs in hand and hands me one "oh my gosh thank you so much Elizabeth " I say as I take the mug from her smiling "y/n I told you it's lizzie, Elizabeth makes me feel old" I giggle and take a sip of my hot chocolate and let out a moan "mhhh this is so good" she smirks looking at me as I instantly turn red as it hit me I just moaned infront of her "that was such a pretty sound y/n makes me wanna hear more" I try to find words as she gets closer and takes the mug from my hand placing it on the table then straddles my waist as I pray my little friend doesn't wake up but it fails as she sits ontop of me and places kisses onto my neck I feel my member growing as lizzie looks at me shocked "do you have a dick"

I look everywhere bar her as she grips my jaw making me look at her "answer me y/n" I moan and she smirks "yes I um yeah I do" she bites her lip as she leans in to whisper into my ear "well are you going to fuck me" I hold her waist and nod as she stands up and starts to strip her clothes away I can't help but stare in awe fuck she's gorgeous I quickly stand up and strip down to my boxers as lizzie eyes my hard member biting her lip "fuck you look huge" I blush and push her into the couch as I slip her panties off and lean down to take her nipples into my mouth sucking as she let's out a moan I feel her push my boxers down and giggle against her nipple as I help her push them off I make quick work of kissing down her body and pushing her legs open a little more groaning at the sight of her wet pussy, fuck she's so wet and for me I take her swollen clit into my mouth and suck like it's my last meal "uhhhh fuck y/n" she moans as I move my tounge down to tease her entrance I quickly slide it in and explore her pussy as she gasps and moans above me I slide my tounge out and smirk looking at her as she looks at me desperately "wh..why did you stop I was so close" she pants I lean down and kiss her as I rub my tip against her soaking core earning a moan I break the kiss and look at her panting a little "is this OK are you ok with this" she nods "yes I give you full consent" she almost begs and with that I slowly sink into her tight cunt "mmmh fuck lizzie so tight and warm" I slowly thrust watching my dick slide in and out of her "yesss y/n just like that don't stop fuck" I bring her leg over my shoulder allowing me to get deeper as I start to thrust harder and faster "uhhh fuck" I groan as she grips onto the couch cushion her knuckles turning white I can't help but look at her amazing tits bouncing with each thrust only making me thrust faster I feel her cunt gripping my cock letting me know she's close as I feel my own orgasm approaching "fuck cum for me lizzie" I moan out as she starts to cream all over my dick making me moan I hold my cum back and slide out of her and cum all over her stomach as I look down panting sweat covering both of us "wow just wow " she pants with a giggle.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" I jump as my alarm blasts and look around confused why am I in my own bed I look under the covers and put my hand into my shorts "nope definitely not a dick but why am I so wet" I whisper to myself did that just happen no it was a fucking dream it felt so real why did I dream I had a dick I lay back extremely confused trying to figure the dream out it was so weird but damn it was a great dream.

AN: hope this makes sense I don't know what it is the idea came to me I thought I'd run with it all feedback welcome good or bad word count close to 1.2k

[snippychicke]

Legend of the Selkie and the Pirate Part Three

Fandom: One Piece (LA mainly)

Rating: Teen/mature (we have non-graphic nudity stated)

Pairing: Buggy/Selkie!Reader

Warnings: None except heartbreak?

Summary: Even in a world of monsters, devil fruits, pirates, and fishmen, selkies were considered a myth. Especially in the East Blue where the waters were too warm for seals to live anyways. 

Except that myths were always seeded with truths, and stories always had a habit of coming to life. 

Tagging: @tfamidoingwithmylife; @yellowbbear ; @skullr0se; @chiyo-juice

Masterlist|Ao3

Prompt: Weird

 When you woke, you were very… confused. 

One: you had slept for quite a while, the sun much lower on the horizon than when you laid down. You weren’t sure if that was because you were so exhausted, or if it was because of the shade of the towering cliff you had taken refuge beneath. 

Two: there was fur pressed against your back. And not your fur, that was still wadded up as a pillow beneath your head. 

Three: the furry body was rumbling. Breathing.  

You turned over cautiously and came face to face with a very familiar feline face.

Richie. The Lion. 

The lion blinked slowly at you, apparently just waking up himself. Yet once he came to his senses, his ears flicked as he shifted to lick your face with his rough tongue. 

"What in the world," You swore with a laugh while you reached out to scratch him behind the ear like you knew he liked. Rithie huffed, his tail swishing happily as he leaned into the scratches. "What are you doing here?" 

"Richie!" A familiar voice called out, and you looked over the lion's frame to see Mohji stepping from around the towering cliff face. The white-haired man paused when he saw you, his expression quickly shifting from shock to a smile. "Richie! Did you find an old friend?" 

The lion roared, though quietly compared to some you had heard, before standing and stretching. Mohji blushed and quickly turned as the beast moved, coughing awkwardly. "We, uh, have heard of a naked woman sleeping on beaches. A lot of us hoped it wasn't you, but I guess we were wrong." 

You wrapped your furs around yourself, hiding the parts of your body humans always got embarrassed about before following Richie up the sandy dune towards the beast tamer. "I've been trying to use the night sky to find my way home but… I haven't exactly been successful."

Mohji carefully glanced before sighing and turning back to you once he deemed it was safe. "I've heard from the navigators that it can be quite tricky unless you have a proper star chart and equipment." 

You rubbed your neck guiltily. "Yeah, I-I don't think I'm doing that great." 

The man worried his lip, looking down to the lion that had laid down at his legs. "Well… I bet once Captain Buggy returns he might be willing to help. And there shouldn't be a problem if you want to sleep on the ship instead of the beach while we wait. A lot of us have missed you anyways." 

Your heart leapt in your throat. The option to return back to the pirate ship and see everyone again, if even for a little bit, sounded too good. You wanted to wrap Mohji up in a hug, but that little voice in the back of your head stopped you from doing anything other than smile for a short moment. 

The way Buggy had avoided you those last few days, acting as if you didn’t exist. The coldness in those eyes that had been so warm before. 

That was not the Buggy you missed, and you worried that if you were confronted with him again, some part of you would break. 

"I don't want to be a nuisance or anything,” You said instead, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Captain Buggy was rather upset with me last time…" 

Mohji scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "I know it’s not my place to speak ill of our captain, but he isn't really good with managing his feelings. Between us, I am pretty sure he was covering up how upset he was that you turned him down.” He paused for a moment before continuing quietly, as if afraid to be overheard. “He's been on a tirade since you left trying to act like he's not hear--"  He paused, as if he realized what he was saying before continuing awkwardly. "Missing you," He finished.  

Something tugged at your heartstrings with a mix of grief and joy. Excited and thrilled as well as guilty by the concept. "Buggy misses me?" 

Because gods how you missed him. All of them, but especially the blue-haired clown. (Your heart ached with grief every time you thought of his smile. His flashy personality and style. Of how he made you laugh so easily.)

(And you thought of him constantly.) 

"Very much so," Mohji said with a faint smile. "We all do, but especially our captain. I'm sure when he finally gets free from Arlong's crew, he's going to be over the moon." 

Your smile faded, "Get's… free?" 

Prompt: First Time

"I'm getting out of here!"

Screw these idiots that think they could take on the whole of Arlong's crew on their own turf. No matter how good those swordsman and waiter were, there was no way they were going to win against the whole of Arlong's men. And Buggy did not want to be caught as a casualty because of their grandiose belief they could take the fishman on. 

There were other maps to the Grand Line anyways. He could hunt another down as soon as he figured out where his crew was. 

Knowing Cabaji and Mohji, they were still back at the last stupid island arguing who was in command while he was gone. Dumb asses. How were they his two best crewmen again when they couldn't agree on anything? 

(And maybe, just maybe, once he was back on the seas he could put an ear out to see where you had wandered off to. Not because he was going to go after you or anything. Just a curiosity thing, that’s all.)

Which is why Buggy was extremely confused when he approached the shoreline and saw the striped sails of the Big Top in the distance, his red-nose Jolly Roger flying high. 

No. That was virtually impossible. Even if the crew had decided on an interim captain, surely they wouldn't try anything chivalrous! Especially when it was this  dangerous. Sure, his crew was loyal, but only to a point. They'd wait around, but that was probably it. They wouldn't come after him. (No one would. He couldn't rely on anyone else but himself. Everyone betrayed him and left him behind.) 

Then why…

His thoughts were silenced as something broke out of the waves, hopping awkwardly on two fins onto the shore. 

No. Impossible. 

It was like the first time he saw you, except it was midday instead of the dead of night. Seeing you shift, your fur barely covering your body for a few moments, allowing him to drink in the sight. 

Except this time, there was murderous intent in your expression as you wrapped your fur around you in a makeshift dress before marching across the sand. 

Completely oblivious you were being watched. 

(Well, he had to fix that, didn't he?)

Without even thinking, he ran quickly to intercept you. 

Well, he was thinking; but it was more on the fact you were here. Full of the rage he had only seen once before when you confronted the men who stole your furs. 

But you had them, so was that fury… for him? 

‘No,’ Buggy sharply caught himself before he could get his hopes up. The idea that you would be here for him was impossible. How would you have even known he was here? Why would you come to his aid? (Except, his ship was right there. Surely the two were related, right?)

He slowed to a casual stroll for his grand entrance, grinning as he stepped into your line of sight. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" 

You stumbled to a stop, eyes wide with shock. "Buggy?" You spoke after a moment, making his grin widen as he shot you a wink.

"Hey doll. Long time no--"

His words were cut off as you launched yourself at him, Crashing into him with enough force he had to take a step back while you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, your face buried against his chest. 

Oh. Oh. 

This… this was new. And unexpected. Buggy had to admit, he wasn’t quite sure how to react other than loosely wrap his arms around your shoulders, just waiting for… something. Maybe to wake up and this just to be a dream. (How many times had he dreamt about you in his arms, smiling up at him? So many many times.) 

You… were as soft as he remembered. Smelling like the sea itself and radiating warmth like a sunny beach. Everything he had missed. 

(It was you. It was you, it was you, it was you.) 

"Hey there," He said softly after a moment, allowing himself to squeeze you softly. (God you felt so good.) "What's all this about?" 

"Mohji and Cabaji explained everything,” You explained, voice muffled against his chest. “First those pirates attacking the circus, and then the fiasco with Arlong and this treasure map--"

Ah, so his freaks did know. They probably had been hiding about the tent, waiting for his temper to soften when Arlong’s crew showed up.

"--when they said you were a prisoner. I-I couldn't just stand by. You helped me, and I had to do something." 

There it was. A knife that dug itself into his back and scraped at his heart. Part of him was glad you couldn't see his face as he gritted his teeth, angry at his own foolishness for allowing himself hope. 

You were his sweet little lamb, of course you would have an overdeveloped sense of justice. You were just here because of your morals. 

And not him.

How could he allow himself to get his hopes up? Even for a few moments?

Buggy was almost thankful when the pagoda in the distance started to quake, ending the moment. He forced his smile back in place as he pulled away. "How about we take our exit?" 

Prompt: Old Sayings

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. And well, it was true. You had missed the boat and its crew, and now that you were back you realized how much you had missed it. Being around the pirate crew was so much different than being around those at the Baratie. There had been a… tension at the Baratie. All those people you didn't know, that you couldn't trust because who was to say they wouldn't steal your fur if they realized what you were. 

Here, you knew these people. You could trust that they wouldn't touch your coat. That you were safe. 

But none of that compared to how much you missed Buggy. 

Except he still wasn't the same. 

After stealing a boat to return to the rest of the crew, Buggy took charge and ordered for a swift retreat. Once the crew scattered to guide the massive ship away, Buggy turned to you with a smile on his face that still didn't seem right. 

"Oh, you're actually still here?" He said as he collapsed into the captain's chair,  long legs dangling over the armrest. "Color me surprised. I figured you'd jump overboard yet again without so much as a see ya." 

There was an edge to his voice that didn't settle well with you. A sharpness that felt like a blade curing straight to your heart. He had seemed happy to see you back on the beach. You could still recall being in his arms, feeling like you had finally returned home after such a long time.  That it was where you belonged.

But now you weren't so sure. 

"Do… you want me to leave?" You asked softly, wrapping your arms around yourself as if your fur coat could keep you safe from the feelings trying to drown you. 

His smile fell for a brief moment before returning just as forced as he waved his hand lazily. "Well, it sure didn't seem like you care what I wanted before, sweetheart. So why does it matter now?" 

You were so confused. Hurt. "I-I'm sorry, Buggy. I don't understand?" What was he talking about? Why was he acting like this? 

There was anger, madness, as he suddenly shifted to his feet and lunged towards you. "You don't understand? My little lamb, you left me. No thank you, no goodbye, no nothing." 

Your inner instincts warred with each other as he stalked closer. Run. Fight. This wasn't your friend Buggy, this was a predator. An enemy out for blood. You took a faint step back, lips twitching in an automatic snarl as your body tried to decide on its course of action. 

If anything, Buggy's grin grew wider at your reaction. "After everything; I gave you the best seat in the house for our shows, exclusive backstage privileges, treating you like one of our own. And yet you just jumped ship and swam away. And you don't understand why?" 

"It hurt!" You snapped back, your body deciding on fight as you stood taller with teeth bared. Buggy paused, blue eyes briefly widening in surprise as you took a step closer. "It hurt too much! You were avoiding me and I knew that it was only a matter of time before you made me leave. That you wouldn’t want me on your ship anymore! And I didn’t want to face that!"

"Don’t give me that bullshit! You told me no." He snarled back after he regained his senses, steeping closer until there was less than a foot between you. You hated the fact that he was taller than you, able to glare down and make you feel small. "I offered you a place on my crew, in my circus. And you turned me down."  

"Because I'm smart enough to realize I wouldn't last," You shot back, glaring up at his blue eyes. "I don't know your world, Buggy! I would be useless to you if I joined your crew, let alone your circus! Already some of the crew was tiring of me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before you would too!" 

Tears stung your eyes as silence hung between you after the tirade, your throat hurting from screaming. Or maybe that was because your heart had migrated upwards, becoming a painful lump. 

All of it was true. All of it had been gnawing at you in the back of your mind that it was a bit of a relief to have it out in the open. Even if it also shredded your heart to admit it as well. 

"Who?" Buggy finally spoke lowly, breaking the silence. He grabs you by the chin, fingers digging into your jaw as he forces you to hold his gaze. There was still fury in his expression, but also an odd sense it was no longer directed at you despite the painful grip. "Who the hell made you think that?" 

"It doesn't matter, it--"

"It matters to me!" He roared, interrupting you. “Because it’s fucking bullshit!” 

Prompt: Gravestone 

Someone was a deadman walking. 

The anger that had been bubbling had erupted at your admission, his whole body shimmering with rage. You. Useless? Whoever made you think that--be it one one of his crew or someone else-- was going to die from making you think that. 

Your words echoed in his head even as he held your face, watching tears seep down your cheeks. It only twisted the knife in his chest at your admission that you thought he would tire of you. That you were useless. That you weren't wanted. 

(He wanted you. He had missed you so much. He needed you.)

"It matters to me," Buggy repeated softly --lowly-- with a faintly sinister smile as his grip became softer. "Because I am going to kill them. Out of all of my freaks, you are the one I wanted by my side. You are the only one I'd be willing to share the spotlight with." 

"I didn't want the spotlight," You whispered after a moment. "I-I just wanted to be by your side. But I was too scared that someday you wouldn't want me there." 

Buggy wanted to kiss you. He wanted to pull you close and never let you go again. Yet he stopped himself before he could. He couldn't endure the heartache again if he was wrong, if he was only seeing and hearing what he wanted. 

"What about your plan to go back home," He asked instead, with a hint of a snarl. "That's all you seemed to care about aftering getting your fur back." 

You glanced away, though your hand came up to hold his against your cheek. "I-I don't know any more. I miss my family but…"

'Say it,' he thought, begged, in his mind, and could only hope it wasn’t plastered on his face how desperate he felt. ‘Say you missed me. Say that you wanted to be here with me more. Say that you love me.'

"I like it here too,” You finally finished softly. “I-I like being with you." 

How could you make him feel like a hundred-million berries and also completely shatter him into dust at the same time? His thumb rubbed across your darkening cheeks, searching your eyes as he soaked in your words. Your gaze. Your touch as you clutched him. 

He had missed you. God how he had missed you. 

"I don't like being teased, little lamb," He murmured. "You're going to have to make a choice."

He loved watching your skin darken further. "Do you want me to stay?" You asked softly, your eyes wide and trusting and pleading. 

Screw it, you were going to kill him. 

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing the top of your ear as he whispered into your ear. "Haven't I made it clear enough?" He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging just slightly and enjoying the feel of you tensing as your breath caught. Maybe, finally, you'd get the picture. "I want you to stay. I want you on my crew. I want you by my side. Any way you want to chop it, slice it, dice it, sweetheart, I want you." 

Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling yourself close and hiding your face against his shoulder. "I want to stay," You mumbled, words muffled by the fabric of his coat. Buggy allowed a triumphant smile as he returned the gesture, squeezing your soft body tightly against him. "I want to be with you." 

Yes. Yes yes yes! Hearing your laugh was worth more than any gold or jewels as you clung to him.

(You were his gold. His jewel. His treasure.)

He nipped lightly at your ear, wanting to hear you squeal again --to hear that beautiful laugh echo as you struggled playfully in his grasp, your teeth clicking together as you tried to return the gesture and couldn’t reach. 

He was never going to let you go. Never again. 

[quickspinner]

Substitute Santa

For @verfound, queen of hilarious prompts, as part of the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Sprint Secret Santa.

Her prompt was: Jagged Stone is Santa Claus. However you want to interpret this: Jagged is literally Santa and Luka is his son (a la Hallmark "find a Mrs. Clause for Christmas"). Jagged is dressed up as Santa for an event/Because Jagged. Luka caught Jagged dressed as Santa as a kid and now firmly believes it (Jagged snuck in with gifts for his kids? Last Christmas before Jagged left? Party Anarka drug him to?).

So here we go!

Luka was not pleased at the best of times to be called out of the workshop, up to his father’s “office” (he would have said playground, but it made Penny frown at him). But to be called up today, of all days? 

This really can’t be good , he thought, sighing through his nose as he climbed the spiraling stairs. 

He didn’t bother to knock, since knocking could almost never be heard over the racket of the workshop below and Jagged’s own…extraness. When he walked in, though, he blinked in mild surprise. The iconic red suit with white fur lining was missing, as was Jagged’s usual ebullient attitude. Normally Jagged was bouncing off the walls on Christmas Eve, ready to rock his way around the world while his cool but stressed assistant tried desperately not to lose her lunch in the passenger seat of the sleigh.

Tonight, though, Jagged was sprawled with his long legs hanging over the overstuffed armchair that they normally only used for photo ops, wearing his favorite purple striped pajamas instead of The Suit.

Luka turned and almost walked right back out again, but Penny and her clipboard had somehow appeared behind him, blocking the exit. 

“No,” Luka said to her, but to his annoyance, it was pleading rather than firm. 

Jagged let out a concussive sneeze that shook all the knicknacks in the room, and blew his nose like a trumpet before pointing a woeful glance at his son.Luka knew exactly what it would look like, though he refused to turn around to confirm.

“No,” Luka—whined. He was whining. He was man enough to admit it. “No way.” He pointed an accusing finger at his father. “Santa Claus does not get sick on Christmas. There’s gotta be magic or a—a rule or something.”

“There is a rule,” Penny said stiffly behind him, and Luka jumped a little, moving inadvertently further into the room. Penny stepped after him, shutting the door behind her. “The rule is you , Santa Junior.” 

Luka rolled his eyes. “Penny…” he whined again, and Penny rolled her eyes. Jagged sneezed again and moaned pathetically. 

“Oh, grow up,” Penny snapped irritably, and Luka actually wasn’t sure which one of them she was talking to. She stalked over to the wardrobe and yanked it open. “I don’t have time for your bullshit today.” She pulled the red coat out and turned towards Luka, holding it out.

“Now?” Luka switched tactics. “I haven’t even had dinner yet?” 

“Then you should have plenty of room for cookies,” Penny replied, unsympathetic. “Now shut up and get dressed. I’ve assigned you an assistant and she’ll be here any minute.”

Worse and worse. “You’re not coming with me?” Luka asked, accepting the inevitable with the coat.

“I’ve been exposed,” she replied, throwing a dark look at Jagged. “Some of us can handle illness without being reduced to invalids.” She looked back at Luka, and suddenly he could see the tiredness in her expression and the tightness around her slightly watery eyes. “Still, I have a monster headache and I’m going straight to bed once your butt is in the sleigh.” 

“Right,” Luka sighed, slipping on the coat. “Sorry, Penny. I know this sucks.” 

She acknowledged it with a nod. “I know you don’t want to do this, but it’s got to get done.”

Luka nodded morosely. It was a responsibility he accepted when he came to live with his dad, although he’d been more interested in the workshop than the top job. He’d spent the whole year building instruments for tonight (and being teased about his slow, methodical way of working), and he wasn’t about to let all that work go to waste just because his dad was a dramatic whiny baby. 

Not to mention an entire world full of kids who would wake up disappointed on Christmas morning if he didn’t step up. 

He swallowed any further whining objections and pulled on the stupid fluffy red pants with nothing more than a long-suffering sigh. 

“You’re so his son,” Penny muttered, and Luka gave her a pouty look that did nothing to disprove her statement. It turned even more mulish as she held out the boots.

“Do I have to?” 

“You know you do. You’ll trip in those things anyway. They don’t have enough heel to keep the pants off the ground.”

Luka kicked off his shoes without further complaint and put on the stupid boring black boots. He even tied the laces when Penny continued to glare at him. The boots adjusted to fit his feet. At least the vaunted North Pole magic was good for something. The suit shrank a little as well to fit him. Luka took the hat from Penny and stuffed it in his pocket. He’d have to wear it, or the glamor wouldn’t kick on, the one that made him look like viewer expected - chubby and white-bearded, the usual thing. 

“I really don’t know what I’m doing,” he warned Penny. “I mean, I can drive the sleigh and stuff but—” She was already waving him off.

“All you have to do is drive and drop the presents. I went over the route and double-checked the lists with Marinette this morning; she’s very organized. Although,” she added, looking up at the clock above the ostentatious mantlepiece, “punctuality has never been her strong point. Make sure you stay on schedule.” 

“Yeah, okay—wait, Marinette?” Luka looked up sharply, fixing his eyes on Penny and feeling his stomach flip. “The one that works in the fashion design department?” The one that he seemed to bump into far too often coming into and out of this office, often literally. Jagged gushed about her every time, delighted to have secured such a talented and creative person for his workshop. If there was one thing you could say about Jagged—well, it was that he really enjoyed being revered and loved by all the children of the world, which translated to wanting the best to come out of his workshop so that those children kept adoring him. 

He sighed to himself. Even a substitute Santa probably shouldn’t be such a cynic. And Marinette—

If there was another thing you could say about Jagged, it was that he was not at all subtle, and Luka was mortally convinced that his frequent brushes with Marinette in this office were intentional. He should have been doing everything in his power to dodge her, but…

Just then, she barreled in through the door, and his mouth went dry and his breathing quickened. She was flushed from the run up the stairs, eyes bright and eager, and she tripped over her words as she apologized profusely to Penny. She had a tablet tucked under her arm and she was wearing the traditional elf uniform, green with striped stockings and a silly belled hat perched between her pigtails. 

She was stupid cute and he felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears even before she turned to smile at him, clearly nervous but also excited. He couldn’t help but smile back.

Before they could say anything, though, Jagged groaned loudly, and Luka just caught Marinette’s arm before she rushed to the poor invalid’s side. “Don’t get too close,” he warned darkly, and winced when she turned wide eyes on him. “I don’t want you getting sick too,” he added quickly, dropping her arm. He felt like an idiot but the look she turned on him was grateful.

“You’re so right, I wouldn’t want to spread anything to the children.” She returned a sympathetic smile to the pitiful look Jagged gave her. “You stay home and rest. Don’t worry about a thing. Luka and I have got this!” She pumped a fist in the air, and Jagged threw her a goat and a grin that actually seemed genuine, and genuinely tired. Luka felt a tiny stab of sympathy, but it disappeared when Jagged blew Marinette a kiss and hoarsely told her she was the best, adding, “Keep the kid out of trouble!”

“Right!” Marinette grinned. Then she turned to Luka and his stomach did that weird flip thing again as her eyes darted over him. “Shall we go?” she said, checking her tablet. “I’ve got our schedule and route all worked out and when I stopped by the stable, they were just finishing up loading. Do you have your hat?” 

Luka pulled it from his pocket and waved it, and her smile brightened, making his knees weak. “Lead the way,” he managed to get out, and when she turned he followed right behind her. 

Penny whispered, “You can thank me later,” while he passed, and he nearly tripped on his own feet. 

Fortunately, his face cooled by the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, so he hopefully didn’t look any more like a tomato than the suit already suggested when Marinette turned to him. 

“All right,” she grinned at him, linking her arm through his. “Let’s go save Christmas!”

He let her tug him towards the stable, chuckling a little at her enthusiasm. Well, if he had to do this, there was no point in sulking the whole time, right? It was just one night.

Marinette was a whirlwind, checking the packing, checking the harnessing, giving firm but polite directions when she found anything amiss. Luka wasn’t really sure what to do with himself, so he climbed into the sleigh and waited, until Marinette bounced up into the seat beside him.

“I’ve always wanted to ride this,” she confessed, flashing a grin at him. “This is so amazing. Ready when you are, Santa.”

“Luka,” he corrected automatically, but he was smiling as he picked up the reins. He couldn’t help it. “Hold on,” he said without thinking, and suddenly Marinette was pressed tight against his side, both her arms wound around his right arm. 

“Can you move okay?” she asked, looking up at him. “There’s not much else to hold on to,” she added, blushing, and he realized he was staring at her.

“Oh—yeah, sure, you’re fine,” he said, and flapped the reins with a little more force than was wise.

He had to admit, as the reindeer started off, gliding across the snow faster and faster before lifting sharply into the air—the sleigh was a rush. He couldn’t help laughing for pure joy at the swooping feeling in his stomach and the sudden surge of adrenaline. Marinette squealed a bit as they came off the ground. She sounded more excited than terrified but he risked a glance at her to make sure she was okay, and saw her grin in a flash of the bouncing lamplight.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said again, letting go of his arm and sliding over a little bit as they leveled out. 

Luka grinned. “Well, we’ll get to do it a few thousand more times.” 

“Right,” Marinette said, pulling up her tablet, suddenly all business. Well, that was understandable, but it did kill Luka’s good mood a little. Right. It’s not like he was taking her out for a joyride—or a date.

He really wished he could, though. He’d run into Marinette half a dozen times, but always with Jagged in near proximity, which didn’t exactly bring out the best in Luka. She’d caught his eye every time, but he’d never managed to be walking out of Jagged’s office at the same time, and once he was back in the workshop with his tools in his hands, he tended to forget anything except the vision he had in mind. Luka wished now he’d been a bit more proactive. He could have come up with some excuse to visit her department if he’d thought about it. If only Jagged weren’t so damn pushy, then maybe…

Before he could get too far down that train of thought, it was time for the work to begin, and Luka didn’t have much time to think of anything except getting in, leaving presents, and getting out. Marinette was a good assistant, and everything he needed was right to hand when he needed it. They made a good team. Luka made sure to bring some of the best cookies back to the sleigh for her, to show his appreciation. He loved Penny but Marinette was a lot more fun—especially since Penny got horribly motion sick in the sleigh. He didn’t know how she managed the trip every year, but he supposed someone had to keep Jagged in line.

“Oh, these are good,” Marinette said, as they sailed between towns. Luka glanced at her and saw that she had a molasses cookie in her hand. 

“They were,” he agreed. 

“My parents own a bakery,” she said, taking another bite. “These remind me of home.” She giggled. “Who would have thought when I was putting out cookies as a little girl that I’d end up actually working in Santa’s workshop?” 

Luka chuckled. “I bet you were adorable. I can just see you in fuzzy pajamas, arranging the cookies and worrying about whether Santa has food allergies.” 

Marinette barked a surprised laugh. “It’s like you know me,” she said, putting a hand over her mouth as she tried not to choke on her cookie.

Luka grinned. “Maybe not yet, but I feel like I’m getting there.” He winked at her, and she blushed, and he grinned all the way to Budapest. 

Luka had no idea how the Christmas magic worked, only that it messed with time, so that Santa could make it everywhere that welcomed him before daylight. When Marinette announced happily that they were running ahead of schedule, though, he had an idea. 

“Do you think we can squeeze out fifteen minutes or so before we get to Paris?” he asked. “There’s someone I’d like to stop and see.” 

Marinette frowned. “Isn’t that against the rules?”

“Nah,” Luka chuckled. “She already knows all the secrets. I just want to stop and say hello.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, her tone a little strained. “Well, okay…I think we can probably make that happen, if you don’t mind eating your cookies on the go.” 

“I think I can manage.”

Landing reindeer on a boat was a no-go, so Luka left the sleigh nearby, hopefully out of sight. He turned and offered Marinette his hand to help her down.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude—” she began, but Luka snorted. 

“You won’t be, trust me. You ought to get out and stretch your legs, anyway.” 

She let him take her hand and pull her down from the sleigh, though she still looked a little unsure. He kept her hand as he pulled her gently along behind him towards the boat at the dock. The garish paint job was masked by thick swags of twinkling multicolored lights that seemed to dance when they reflected on the water. 

When they were standing on the deck, Luka let out a loud “HO HO HO,” in a credible imitation of Jagged’s voice.

There was a thundering sound from inside the boat, and an older woman popped out of the door, scowling. 

“What did I tell ya about showin’ up on my boat you old—” Luka pulled off his hat, and she stopped her tirade, blinking, as Luka grinned. “Luka, m’boy!” She laughed, and threw herself forward. Luka dropped Marinette’s hand to catch and hug her, enjoying his mother’s bone-crushing embrace. “What are ye doing wearing the suit, lad?” 

Anarka stepped back, looking at him, and Luka shrugged. “Old man’s sick tonight, so I got stuck with the job. It’s good to see you, Ma.”

Her face softened, and she smiled. “Aye, it is that. I know ye probably cannae stay long, but come downstairs for a moment and have something hot to drink. And you too, lass,” she added, leaning a little to look around Luka at Marinette. “Got stuck with babysitting duty, did ye?” 

Marinette giggled, and nodded, while Luka pretended to look wounded. “Ma, this is Marinette,” he said as they followed Anarka down the stairs into the ship’s galley. “Marinette, this is Anarka Couffaine, my mom. Where’s Juleka, Ma?” he added, glancing around. 

“Passed out on the couch about an hour ago,” Anarka told him, jerking a thumb towards a lump topped with long black hair curled up at one end of the couch. “Never manages to stay up on Christmas. Pretty sure it’s that magic shit. Kids who try to stay up and see Santa never manage it.”

“There should be a loophole when you’re related to him,” Luka muttered. “And she’s hardly a kid.” 

Anarka shrugged. “Don’t ask me, I don’t truck with that Christmas magic bullshit.” 

“Maybe because she still believes,” Marinette suggested, and she blushed when Luka turned to look at her. “I mean, she knows Santa exists, so she still believes in him, so the magic still works on her.” She spread her hands, looking a little sheepish. “It’s just a thought.”

“Well, maybe.” Luka went over and kissed his sister’s forehead, tucking a creepy-ass doll he had picked out just for her under her arm. “Tell her I love her, okay?”

“O’course,” Anarka brought him a cup of—

“Coffee!” Marinette squealed, and then immediately put her hand over her mouth, eyes round.

“Aye,” Anarka laughed. “I know ya don’t have it ‘up north.’ Cocoa’s fine but,” she grinned at the blissful look on Marinette’s face at the first sip, “sometimes ye just want a good ol’ cup o’ joe. That much sweet all the time, sometimes ye need a touch o’ bitter.” Anarka winked at Luka, who realized he was staring at Marinette with what was probably a very stupid expression on his face. “Or spicy, eh?”

“It’s lovely,” Marinette sighed, fortunately not noticing the way Luka flushed red.

“Ye have to go, I expect,” Anarka sighed, when they handed the empty cups back. 

“I’m sorry,” Marinette said, glancing worriedly at her tablet. 

“Don’t apologize,” Luka told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s the job. Ma understands.”

“Aye, that I do,” Anarka said, rolling her eyes. “Get on wi’ ye then. Thanks for stopping to see yer ol’ Ma.”

Luka kissed her cheek, and hugged her. “Bye, Ma. I’ll come by again when I can.”

As they loaded themselves back in the sleigh, Luka said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to ask if you wanted to stop and see your own family.”

“Oh,” Marinette said, waving a hand. “They’re surely asleep by now. Bakery hours, you know. And if they weren’t, we’d never get out before dawn. You don’t know my dad.” 

Luka grinned and clucked to the reindeer. “Tell me about him.”

The night seemed to pass like lightning after that, conversations pausing and picking up between deliveries as if they’d never been interrupted. Marinette told him about her parents and her life before the North Pole. Luka told her about growing up on a houseboat with Anarka and his sister, and then finding out as a teen that his father was THE Fucking Santa Claus. For the first time Luka thought he could actually feel the magic working, and they left their last delivery and turned back north just as the sun was lightening their section of sky. 

“So that’s that,” Luka sighed. 

“Yes,” Marinette agreed, and leaned back with a sigh. “I won’t say I had no idea how much work it would be, because obviously it’s hard, but it’s different to actually experience it.” 

“Would you do it again?” Luka wanted to know, and Marinette laughed.

“In a heartbeat,” she giggled, and then sobered slightly. “Would you?”

It was a bit of a loaded question. Somewhere in the dark of the night he had confessed to her his misgivings about taking on the mantle one day. 

“I think I might,” he said slowly. “The right company makes a big difference.” He smiled at Marinette, and to his delight, she smiled back, in a shy way he hadn’t seen from her before. “We make a pretty good team,” he dared to add, and Marinette nodded.

“And we made so many people happy,” she pointed out, looking back towards the horizon where the sun was rising. “It feels good.”

Luka nodded thoughtfully. “So yeah, maybe I’d do it again.” He shrugged. “I don’t think the old man’s gonna retire anytime soon, so. I’ve got time to think about it.” He grinned. “After I’ve slept for like three days.”

“Agreed.” Marinette covered a yawn. “And I never thought I’d say this, but I don’t think I’m going to want to look at another cookie for at least a month.” 

“I’m with you,” Luka laughed, and then licked his lips a little nervously. “So, after we’ve slept for three days…do you have plans for the New Year?” 

“N-no, not really,” she stammered, reaching up to check her belled hat, which was slightly askew after all this time, but still there. Luka’s heartbeat sped up at her nervousness, which he thought was both adorable and a good sign. 

“Maybe we could go somewhere?” Luka suggested. “Find a good cup of coffee and ring in the new year together?” 

Marinette visibly swallowed, blushing before she met his eyes. “Maybe kiss at midnight?” she suggested, quietly but boldly.

“I’d like that,” Luka managed to get out, just barely. 

“Hmm. That sounds nice. But…I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

Luka’s hands were on her face and his lips on hers in a heartbeat. The reindeer knew the way home, after all—but at the moment, he honestly didn’t care whether they made it or not. Another few laps around the world was sounding pretty good as Marinette’s arms wound around his neck. 

Fiction Master Post

[sturnstvs]

space camp - chris sturniolo

summary: in which scarlet is a model for the space camp photo shot and chris catches her attention

warnings: use of y/n, a brief mention of ADHD, i dont know if chris really does have it but in some stories he will as this is complete fiction

modeling was always something y/n wanted to do, it was a passion she had since she was a child. she worked hard for it, having the perfect body the perfect skin, with this it gained her a lot of popularity in high school, but the one thing that popularity taught her was boys are jackasses.

when she graduated high school the first thing she did was go to LA, she had always wanted to go and she saved enough money from her job in her hometown that she was able to. with the one trip to LA to try and find modeling jobs, she managed to get herself a manager and ended up spending the whole summer in LA.

after that summer her manager told her it would be best for her to permanently move to LA, which is what she did. she was able to get a apartment and move to LA full time.

madi filipowicz had heard of y/n. she was all over magazine covers as well as social media, so when she heard that her best friend was launching a brand and needed modals for a photo shoot she knew exactly who he should call.

when y/n got the call from her manager that the nick sturniolo wanted her to be a model for his upcoming brand she was ecstatic. i mean come on its nick sturniolo. her manager told her that it was in a couple of days and she would find out about everything when she got there.

so fast forward to friday which was the day of the photo shoot and she couldn't be more thrilled.

"hi, im nick sturniolo you must be y/n right?" nick greeted her when she walked through the door to the warehouse

"yes, it's nice to meet you, im a big fan" y/n told the boy

"oh, thank you! i didn't think that someone like you would know me" he told her surprised

"no! you're so great" y/n said to the the brunette as they walked through to the back

"okay well, this is where they will get you ready and everything and ill meet you out there" he told the girl with a smile

"alright, thanks again for this opportunity" y/n told the boy excitedly

once y/n was ready she went out and did the shoot, which went better than she was expecting.

while she was in the middle of the shoot one of his brother which she assumed was chirs kept staring at her. now don't get her wrong she thinks he is really attractive and all just that she had a rule. you don't date any people working around the set. maybe if she met chris outside of the set or maybe if she didn't work on the set at all she would pursue talking to him romantically, but it would get too complicated and her manager forbid it.

"alright that's a wrap for today, y/n can i talk to you for a sec" one guys behind the scene asked

"yeah sure" she got up and made her way over to talk to him

"nick personally asked, if you could of course, come in tomorrow to do a one on one set with him, we already talked to your manager and she said it was good"

"of course, same time" y/n noted

"yep, and thank you again"

the next day came quicker then she expected, leading her to the moment she is now, right outside the door of the ware house once again, unbeknownst to her christopher sturniolo was on the other side waiting for her

y/n was not the only one to notice his stares, but his brother as well as his manager had also noticed them. they told chris he cant become involved with one of the models as it would ruin the set and if it didn't work out they would lose one of their best models again.

chris of course being the person he is argued against this, but then again they hadn't really met which didn't really help his case, he needed to see if their connection was good enough in order to have a good argument which led chris to now.

nick was in a meeting at the moment about his brand so this was the perfect opportunity now that she was here. so he opened the ware house door and bombarded her with questions right away.

"hey im chris, you must be y/n! nice to meet you" chris told the girl enthusiastically

"hi yeah, im y/n, but i really got to go i have a photo shoot" scarlet told the boy softly

she didn't appreciate the stairs from yesterdays shoot and she didn't want to pursue him at all, unfortunately for her it seemed like he had the opposite idea.

"nick is in a meeting right now, but we can get to know each other maybe" chris told the girl

"i guess" she agreed, she didn't want to be rude it was her bosses brother after all.

the two got to know each other and it turns out they had a lot more in common then she originally would have thought. it turns out that he had ADHD which explained his hyper activity earlier on in the morning, he also found out that she has been modeling for a few years. the two really hit it off and nick noticed this when he came out of his meeting to find scarlet and chris laughing on the couch.

nick didn't like where this was going and something like this has happened before with one of the models but maybe she was different so he let it slide and him and y/n did their photo shoot, which turned out better then expected.

something y/n did know that day is she was definitely going to hang out with christopher sturniolo again.

[yukiumisakura25]

A Coffee's Scent

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEEZIE! I saw your post about your birthday, and I just HAD to write out this Coffee Shop Fic! I could never NOT love Remi and Alistar! And Kanai is so cute with his little halo and hoodies omgfowen! I apologize in advance, I improvised abit on the likes and dislikes, and they might not respond to some conversations like they should, but I gave it my best! I hope you like it and HAPPY B-DAY!

Fandom: @aller-geez and @thekinkyleopard OC’s, none are mine.

CW: It’s messy, description of snot, sneezing, alittle bit of cock, and cussing.

Synopsis: Levi’s working at a coffee shop and Remi drops by to say hello. Too bad Alistar and Kanai do too, and Remi finds Alistar’s drink smells too strong.

“Welcome to Café La Luna, oh! Remi!” Levi beamed as he recognized it was his mate that had entered through the glass door.

“Hey Levi, told you I’d stop by. “He walked up to the counter, a small smirk on his face. It’s been three days since Levi started his part time job as a barista at the corner café shop near their place. After finally learning enough recipes and only breaking two mugs and three plates, the manager told Levi he would be working the morning shift by himself. Remi, being the encouraging and supportive boyfriend he is, decided to come visit his other half and prevent a nervous breakdown.

“I see the shop is still in one piece, that’s a good start.” Remi chuckled lightly. Levi gave a playful pout.

“Hardy Har Har. Are you going to order something, or just tease me the whole time.” He asked rhetorically. Before he could give his smart ass response, Remi was cut off by the door opening again. Levi looked past Remi and smiled again.

“Alistar! Kanai, hey!” Alistar and Kanai walked in, Alistar rocking a skin-tight long sleeve shirt with the words ‘Mommy’s Main Piece’ across his chest, and black skinny jeans. Kanai, in his dark purple hoodie, with the words in neon ‘Too Cute to Tame, Too Crazy to Care’ and light grey pants.

“Oh, what the fuck.” Remi growled under his breath, refusing to turn around. Alistar ‘s eyes lit up as he saw his favorite violent fiend.

“Is that Remi I see? I thought you didn’t leave the house until McDonalds stopped serving breakfast.” Alistar teased, moving closer to the ticking bomb. Remi tightened his fist, and snapped his head to Alister, glaring.

“What the fuck makes you think- no. Don’t answer that.” Remi whipped his head back at Levi, eyes asking for an explanation.

“Oh, I told Alistar about getting a part time job here.”

“And I just HAD to come and support my FRIEND.” Alistar spoke with a smug grin, knowing that he was pushing Remi’s buttons.

“I have also come to try your coffee and experience the ‘vibe’ of the coffee shop. Drae says it is a peaceful place to drink coffee and do work.” Kanai said raising a hand up slightly, reminding them he was still here.

“Speaking of, where is he? I’d figured he would’ve come too.” Levi asked curiously.

“He’s sleeping in, something about not waking him up before eight unless I want poison in my food.” Alistar spoke, amused. Kanai nodded agreeing to the statement.

“Drae is cranky when he wakes up early.” He deadpanned. Alistar scoffed.

“Cranky is an understatement. Anyway, coffee?”

“Of course! Yeah, I can do this. Right. Do you know what you want?” Levi asked, looking at the keypad, in preparation.

“What’s the strongest drink you have?” Alistar moved next to Remi, slightly pushing him out of the way to stand in front of Levi. Remi growled again, glaring hard with intent in his eyes.

“Hey, I was here first!” He spoke with a snarl. Levi looked at the keypad with focus, using his concentration on the menu in front of him.

“Um…a Blonde Roast Brewed Coffee. But the smell and taste are really strong, so I’d suggest some cream and sugar.” Levi said after reading the nutrition facts of the menu.

“Ill take one of those then, no sugar or cream with triple expresso.” Alistar said waving his hand.

“The fuck you will, I’m first!” Remi pushed Alistar out of the way and turned to Levi, taking a breath.

“I’ll just have a caramel latte.”

“Pussy.” Alistar fake coughed.

“Fuck you.” Remi growled, causing Levi to sigh.

“Both of you stop. Now, I’ll make yours first Remi. Kanai, do you know what you want?” Kanai looked in thought.

“I will also have a caramel latte, double caramel and 5 sugars and cream.”

“Okay great, two heart attacks coming up.” Levi took the payment from Remi first, then Alistar for the two drinks.

While they waited for their coffees, Remi did his best to ignore Alistar’s comments, as Kanai looked around the shop.

“Here Remi, I put in extra whip cream for you, free of charge.” Levi winked slyly, knowing he’s going to pay for that later at home. Remi smirked and touched Levi’s hand intentionally when he grabbed his drink.

“Thanks kitten.” His eyes promising another use of whip cream in the near future. Levi turned away, reminding himself he was at work.

“And my coffee?” Alistar asked leaning over the counter, looking bored out of his mind. And a bored Alistar is a dangerous Alistar.

“On it.” Levi quickly went to work on his order, as Alistar was rewarded with a glare from Remi. Levi prepared the beans and put them in the machine, the scent began messing with Remi’s nose. He discreetly sniffed and turned away from the two, sipping his drink as he watched Levi make Alistar’s cup. His nose crinkled as the smell was becoming stronger as the liquid filled the small mug. He used the sleeve of his hoodie to rub at his nose to fight off the irritation.

“You alright there sniffles?” Alistar’s voice cut into Remi’s thoughts, and he glared at the source. Alistar smirked, as if knowing what was irritating the green-eyed man.

“Here you go Alistar. Oh! And yours as well Kanai.” Levi gave them their mugs and the scent became stronger, setting off an itch in Remi’s nose.

“Heh. “Remi squashed his nose with his sleeve, giving Alistar a quick glare before looking away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Little did he know that Alistar caught on quick and would do anything to get what he wants.

And right now, that was to see Remi make a mess of himself.

“Oh, Levi, could you be a dear and please grab me abit of creamer please?” He asked slyly, keeping the steaming mug of black coffee between himself and Remi. Remi glared, his grip on his own mug tightening.

“Of course, here.” Levi grabbed some small creamers.

“Oh, and a few packs of sugar to, please.” He played it smoothly, his eyes never leaving Remi’s face.

“How about you take that slug and get heh- get the fuck heehh- the fuck away- hd’ISChh!” Remi kept his nose in his sleeve, feeling the spot becoming wet.

“And miss this show? Never.” Alistar gleamed.

“Donnie?” Kanai looked at him confused, noticing the creamers by his cup. Alistar never puts anything in his coffee. ‘I like my coffee black, like my soul.’ He recalls him saying.

“Not now Nai, the entertainment has just begun.” Alistar smirks. Remi tried to glare at him through teary eyes.

“F-fuck hhh’ISH’ih! He’IISHH! hehh-hEh’TXSSHEW!” Remi felt the snot coat his sleeve on that last sneeze, the congestion beginning to build up behind his sinuses as he tried to regain dignity and sniff back what he could. Kanai then made an ‘oooh’ face, understanding what his best friend was doing. He nodded and went back to his coffee, taking a seat nearby as the two others stayed by the counter.

“Need a napkin?” Alistar offered, moving much closer to him, a look of mischievous graced his face as he held out a single napkin. Remi snuffled a growl and snatched the napkin from him, burying his nose into it as he turned away.

“D-dambnit Hh’IISHH! Hd’ISCHhh! Huh’GDTS’ue! Heeeh- Hd’ISCHEW!” Remi moved further away from the two as he tried to contain the mess.

“I finally found the sugar packets! Sorry about the wait Al!” Levi ran over to them, holding a small box of newly opened sugar packets.

“That’s quite alright, I was just enjoying the scenery.” He spoke while pointing at Remi, who blew through that napkin, and now into his own hands. Levi frowned and grabbed some more napkins, running out from behind the counter towards Remi.

“Rems, are you okay?” He asked worried, holding the napkins out towards his poor boyfriend’s face. Remi groaned before another “Heh’ISCHhh” blew into what was left of the napkin.

“Kidden.” He snuffed, and Levi took that as his que that Remi was done. He slowly pulled Remi’s hands from his face, seeing the strings of snot connecting from his poor and abused red nose, his glistening wet lips, and the spray that hit the disintegrated napkin what was left in his hands.

“Oh, my poor baby. What set you off?” Levi cooed, taking the napkins and cleaning off Remi’s hands before working on his face gently. He had Remi’s back towards Al and Kanai, so they wouldn’t see him like this.

“The coffee smbell.” Remi looked annoyed. He took another napkin and blew his nose, clearing it of any left-over scent of that vile brew Alistar ordered.

“Really? Well, I guess the scent was pretty strong. Sorry about that.” Levi frowned. Holding a napkin to his nose Remi wrapped his arm around Levi.

“Don’t be, It pbut mbe in the mbood.” He pulled Levi in so he could feel how hard his cock was. Levi’s eyes reddened and he looked round, catching Alistar and Kanai’s eyes. He turned to Kanai with a pleading look. Kanai, taking the hint took Alistar’s shirt sleeve.

“Donnie, if we go right now, I’ll let you tie me to the bed and do whatever you want for 20 minutes. “Kanai haggled. Alistar turned his attention to him with a wide grin.

“Anything?” Kanai nodded and Alistar picked Kanai up over his shoulder and kicked the glass door open, shattering it.

“Well let’s go! Have fun you two!” He called out as he left with a dramatic run.

Well, Levi was probably going to get fired anyway. He grabbed Remi’s shirt and pulled him down into a kiss.

“Bathroom. Ndow.” Remi breathed out.

“Yes sir.”

~Plz Don’t Repost To Non-Snzfic Blogs~

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

In Pain and In Health

"Mon cheri, you were supposed to be in the paddock half an hour ago, are you okay?"

"Charles, you know I wish I could be there, but I don't think I can get out of bed," I admit, voice hoarse from tears.

"Pourquoi?" He asks, worry evident in every part of the question. "What's wrong?"

Do I want to admit to my fake boyfriend/ real boyfriend/ whatever the hell Charles is to me that I'm in this pain because of my menstrual cycle? I don't have much of a choice, I feel awful for not being there for this, especially since it's Carlos' home race.

"I- I have this condition," I begin, trying to find the right words as I shift in the bed of our hotel room, moving the heating pad lower. "I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, which sounds a lot more severe than it is, I promise," I assure, hearing his breath hitch. "But it causes me to have extremely painful cycles, and I can't really move from our bed at the moment, let alone get done up well enough to -"

"Mon cheri, do not worry about coming to the race. If I could come back to you now I would."

"No, no you need to focus on the race. I'm going to turn it on as soon as coverage starts, I promise."

"What can I get you on my way back, Chérie?" Is the next thing out of his mouth, and I want to hate him for being so kind.

"Just some snacks, please," I request, "And some hugs."

"Will do. I have to go, but I'll call after the race, d'accord?"

"Okay, bonne chance ma chère," I wish, using the phrase I had Pierre teach me when we first got the chance to spend time together, minus Charles.

"Dieu je t'adore."

"What?"

"Just saying goodbye," is his response. "Au revoir."

And she hung up, a goodbye leaving her lips before, although even with Lynnleigh not on the other side of the line, his eyes remain on the screen.

"Charles, ¡Qué te pasa, es el día de la carrera compañero! (Charles, what's up, it's race day mate.)" Carlos greets, taking the seat in the garage beside him. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"Have you seen my brother?" Is the response that the Spaniard is given.

"Arthur or Lorenzo?"

"Arthur, I need to ask him a favor," Charles explains while standing, Carlos doing the same.

"Compañero (Buddy), you're concerning me."

"Lynn isn't feeling well," He explains, shooting a text to his younger brother, telling him to come to the Ferrari garage. "I was hoping to send Arthur over with some things from the shops to help until I can be there."

"You really like this woman, don't you?" His teammate asks, a teasing smile on his lips. Phone dinging, Charles is saved from a mocking as Carlos glances at his own phone. "And you know, I'm a fan as well," He states, glancing back to the driver beside him. "She just texted me, and I quote, 'I don't know if you've talked to Charlie, but I'm really unwell right now and won't be able to make it to the paddock today frowning face. But I wanted to reach out and wish you luck with your home race! May you drive fast and safe!'"

At the text, Charles can't help but smile.

It all began as a show for the world, but now, even when she's not around, she has taken over his every thought.

"Fratello! (Brother!)" Arthur's voice, so similar to Charles'. "Cosa c'è che non va?" (What's wrong?)

"Lynn is ill," Charles begins, "Would you be willing to take my card from my drivers room and go to the shops? I can send you her favorites. I just don't want her alone."

And Arthur smiles, wide and knowingly. "She's going to be my cognata (sister in law) one day, of course I'll go keep an eye on her."

"Grazie Fratello." Thank you brother.

"Mon coeu?" Charles calls, finally finishing his day of racing enough to be able to make it to the hotel.

"Soyez silencieux, Charles, she's sleeping," Arthur's voice calls quietly, leading the elder Leclerc into the small living room of the suite, finding his brother sat on the couch, a sleeping Lynnleigh with her head and a pillow on his lap. "Elle voulait vraiment rester debout pour la course, mais les analgésiques que j'ai apportés l'ont rendue somnolente." she really wanted to stay up for the race, but the pain medications i brought made her drowsy

"Depuis combien de temps dort-elle?" How long has she been asleep?

"Depuis le tour 26," Since lap 26.

"I hear French," Lynn drowsily smiles, shifting into a smiling position.

"That would be us," Charles notifies, bringing my attention to his face, smiling softly at me as he takes a seat beside Arthur and I, hair still wet from showering post-race.

"How're you? How'd the race go?" I ask, moving my head to lean on his shoulder and pressing the button on the heating pad, turning it back up.

"P11, but we will surge forward. My head was not with it today," He admits, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer.

There's no cameras. There's only us and Arthur, who would probably prefer we weren't acting so couple-y.

Yet we are.

Why? And why am I enjoying it.

"I'm sorry I was a distraction," I mumble, ducking farther into him as a shot of particularly bad pain shoots through my body.

"You weren't a distraction," He attempts to assure. "I knew you were in good hands," He adds, the last part directed to Arthur, who has taken to flipping through channels on the tv, clearly with no plan to leave. Not that I mind.

"I am a fantastic nurse, thank you very much," Is his response, throwing his brother a cheeky smile. "She's still alive, isn't she?"

"He was very good to me while you were racing," I add, Charles smiling down at me. "I'm sure you were the one who told him my favorite snacks? How did you even know what they were?"

"I just payed attention during movie night," He shrugs, making my heart beat double time.

"Charles-"

"Ew, no, enough ooey gooey, we're going to watch tv and not try to gross out the younger brother."

[ninathekllrr]

pretend i dont know anything about mitch (because i actually dont and was too scared to ask in dms) and please share everything you have about that man ?!

Ohmahat gawd I’m gonna OOGLE u

Okayokayokayokayokagokag.

Starting off canonically (typing this after hand — there was barely any canon it was just us yapping)

Mitch doesn’t have much lore to him in all honesty

Just the dude that got terrorized by eyeless Jack (nawt Jack Nyras whatever the fuck La mishi mishi named their twink ass version of EJ)

But like. . . Maybe it’s just me being an EJ irl or just how much Mitchell fascinates me for no reason at all, hands down one of my favorite “background” CRP characters to a popular/mainstream one.

To sum up the eyeless Jack story told in Mitch’s point of view

—> (quote)

"I was staring face to face with a creature with a black hoodie and a dark blue mask with no nose or mouth staring down at me. The thing that scared me the most was that it had no eyes. Just empty, black sockets. The creature also had some black substance dripping from its sockets."

Actual thing —>

In the original story, a man named Mitch moves in with his brother Edwin after his house is foreclosed. A week later, Mitch wakes up with a large gash on his cheek. After going to the hospital, the doctor reveals that Mitch's left kidney had been surgically removed overnight. Around midnight that night, Mitch wakes to see Eyeless Jack over his bed, wearing a blue mask with black liquid dripping from empty eye sockets behind the mask.

Mitch manages to grab his camera and take a picture before Jack attacks, clawing at his chest. Mitch escapes and flees into the woods, where he trips and is knocked unconscious. When Mitch awakens in the hospital, it is revealed to him that Edwin had been killed the previous night. His parents drive him to the house to collect his belongings. When he enters, Mitch sees Edwin's corpse and a small object lying next to it. He observes it find that it is his kidney with a bite taken out of it, covered in a black substance.

(Copy and pasted for accuracy)

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There is very little media of Mitch becuz the OG (the rake-like eyeless Jack / aka the “OG”) isn’t as popular as all the remakes (the most popular being the cult-sacrificed — Slavic son of Chernobog: and WW2 eyeless Jack)

But the ones that do (or even just barely hint at his existence) I EAT THE EFF UP

(Links) —>

(This one is so silly cuz the art tbh)

(The little dude doll is supposedly Mitch. . . Also I heavily think this has Hannibal references ?!!??!!??? Maybe I’m a little too autistic)

This I ESPECIALLY love omfg

And there are probably more out there but these r just some examples

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I guess I really like the fact that unlike other victims of different EJ stories (or just any slasher / CRP story) Mitch isn’t a complete dumbass and he fights and flights against EJ. Whether EJ psychologically tortured Mitch (as some alternate versions go) or not idrc I still find him so silly. . . AND HE DOESNT DIE ?? WOO HOO YOU GO BITCH QUEEN !!!!!

The media of Mitch that is out there indicates the man has either blonde or black hair , blue eyes , and pale skin.

My guy is most definitely in his 20’s (assuming he is mid - late 20’s) and while not having a canonical full name (that I know of) I’ve seen multiple sources saying it’s Mitch(ell) Harlan’s / start w a H?? Idk. EJ’s story is left to be a mysterious one that is easily bended to fit anybody’s creative imaginary. That goes the same way for Mitch as well.

I ALSO SEE ALOT OF PEOPLE SAY THAT MITCH IS EYELESS JACK WHICH I FIND VERY VERY COOL

if EJ doesn’t kill its victims, or they manage to escape, they fall under a certain illness that basically mutilates their appearances. ( not canon at all plz I just wanted to mention this )

(And yes I will be using it/its for ej cuz not only do I use it/its but EJ is canonically referred to as a masculine thing, “it” and creature 😒)

There is this sooper dooped cool artist on toyhouse, and while their eyeless Jack isn’t the victim (aka Mitch) and just happened 2 have the same night I still I love their interpretation of EJ.

Uhhh that’s basically it for “canon” wise and additional information. Dudes basically as much as a mystery as eyeless Jack itself andddd yeah I still love him and I think we can do just as much to his character just liek what was done w EJ

(I probably sound insane to anything reading this:) what is bro yapping about? Mitch was just a victim—— SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH let me live in my own littol world of mitches 😞

(Also had 2 hold back on yapping about my memories w Mitch bc I’d actually drive the tumbers on here insane)

K

Kay

Kaayzie

Im done

Errr

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[bunnyfern]

Chapter 1 - part 1

You Wanna Be Famous

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝄞

Walking up to the stage after hearing yelling outside, seeing half the people walk out crying, isn’t the best way to calm down Calliope’s nerves. But she was here, that’s all that mattered now, shaking her head to clear her mind.

Taking a deep breath, Calliope walked up to the mic stand placed front and center, stopping a few inches behind the mic and ready to say what she’s written and rehearsed multiple times. Having everything memorized knowing that’ll make her sound good to win the famous ill-tempered, Gustavo Rocque, over.

“Are you going to sing or not? I don’t have all day! So, get to singing or you can leave!” Gustavo yelled, not wanting to make this any longer than it had been. Realizing what he just said, looking between him and the woman next to him, not ready to be yelled at again to leave, Calliope started, “Oh, I’m not going to sing. I actually have some songs that I wrote that I-”

“You’re not going to sing? Then why are you even here?” waving his hands in a circular motion then slapping them back onto the table.

“I need a singer! Not some ‘ help ’ from a nobody!” Cutting her off, bringing his hands back in the air and dismissing her as quickly as the others before her. Not wanting to leave so easily like everyone else, she had to think of a new strategy to make him change his mind.

⟡

Calliope 'Crowe', who prefers to be called Crowe, had spent her whole life improving her songwriting skills. Sometimes missing countless nights of sleep just to perfect her songs, meaning that half her songs are unfinished due to it.

With no way of having someone hear her songs, seeing the commercial that Rocque Records was looking for its next new talent, she finally saw someone who might listen. Hoping this could be her big break into the music industry, with meeting new people and gaining connections, Crowe decided that it was finally time to make a move.

Shoving everything she needed into her bag, leaving a note by the door, making sure her necklace was still on and putting her lucky coat on, Crowe left, ready to tell someone just how talented she is.

⟡

Having Gustavo yell at her saying she’s a nobody, she stuck her ground not having ‘no’ as her answer. The woman beside him, Kelly Wainwright, sighed deeply, moving her hand to her neck to wipe off the sweat that trickled down. Looking just as tired as the yelling man does, adding that onto a messy stack of papers on the table strewn around of all the recent rejects.

Crowe’s file of song sheets, compiled with countless empty food wrappers and empty beverages, not making it any easier for them to handle. Seeing the two fidget in their seats, waiting for a response, song or anything, they stayed silent and stared at her. Not ready to finish off the search, Crowe took a deep breath in and finally spoke.

“I know I'm a nobody , and you’re looking for a singer but I'm the last person here. You need someone to go back with you and that can be me! I can help look for someone over there, in LA, not here in some lame nowhere-vile Minnesota place.” Pleading the best she could while tightly grabbing the strap of her bag across her chest. Obviously that not being the answer he was wanting, Gustavos' face began to grow redder by the second, with Kelly’s face growing in concern for the man not finding anyone and for the girl who was starting to slightly shake.

Not wanting to hear any more obscenities come from the man beside her, Kelly rushed out into the lobby tightly clutching a binder close to her chest. Watching Kelly close the door and leaving the hopeful girl and the furious man alone, Crowe started to lose her composure. But not wanting the empty room to be anymore suffocating, the girl added to her previous statement.

“If you can just look at some of the songs I’ve written, you can see how much passion I put into it,” with that seemingly calming him down, he furrowed his brows and moved piles of stuff around trying to find the correct papers. Moving her hands away from the strap, redirecting her hands up to the years old necklace, tugging at it and cautiously continuing.

“I don’t want the money or fame from it, I just want to show people, like you, how much love I have for songwriting. So if you want me to...I can sing some of them so you know what it sounds like.” Choking and hesitating on the last few words, more fear settling in every second he didn’t say anything.

Finding the file, Gustavo silently flipped through the sheets filled with her thoughts throughout the years. Having a quick second to look at the clock placed at the back of the room, noticing it getting closer to 6. The clock slowly ticked by, making it the only sound being heard by the two. Looking back between Gustavo and the door, praying that Kelly will walk back in and cut some of the tension created within the few minutes since she left.

Deciding not to wait for the clock to strike 6 o’clock, knowing if it did then that would be the final chance she would have of finally leaving this place. Having the fear spill out of her, she sputtered more to continue to convince him, saying anything to please him.

“I can do more than just write. Uhh, I worked at an ice rink and dealt with the music and sound board. Oh, and at a music store where I practiced my bass and guitar. Before I quit.. So I know all kinds of instruments. And I can..help..with scheduling?” The last few words came out slower and high pitched, sounding more like a question as she ran out of good things to say about herself.

Gustavo looked up, having finished looking through the pages, gently placing them back on the table. Surprisingly with no malice or anger in his voice, he spoke clearly to the girl waiting for him to say something. “Wait in the lobby.” A chill running up her body.

Relief soon washed over her, she swallowed her fear and nodded, taking small but quick steps to the stairs to head back out. Before abruptly stopping and saying, “Yes sir, thank you.” then continuing on her way down the steps and moving toward the double doors. Not wanting to look back with the fear that if she stopped, maybe she would back out of everything she worked so hard for, she kept walking.

Pushing the heavy door open, finally taking in a normal breath since she stepped inside, she glanced around for an empty seat. Noticing one right away on her left side, she passed Kelly who was talking to four boys, needing more people to audition for the two.

Kelly was talking to a tall brunette, who seemed eager and took the clipboard from her, quickly filling it out. Kelly then swiftly stuck a number on the boy’s shirt which made him smile even brighter. Kelly glanced over to Crowe noticing her sitting down, with Crowe giving a small smile to her and Kelly looking back at the group not saying anything to her.

Stepping to the left, moving on to the next boy who was shorter than the first one. Crowe silently watching and hoping that one of them is good enough for the quick angered man inside. Tugging and fiddling with the old necklace like before, having nothing else to do but wait.

“You. Name.” Kelly said in front of the surprised boy.

With a small laugh he politely declined her, “Me? Oh, no thank you. I’m gonna be a doctor.”

Kelly retorted with, “Yeah, well I’m a desperate talent scout and you have a cute smile and Justin Timberlake made $44 million last year.”

With that convincing the boy, he answered her with a blunt, “Hit me.” Letting Kelly slap an audition number on his sweater.

Trying to add more to the short list she moved on to the third boy, who was not opposed to the idea he just heard and was eager to speak before Kelly could, “I wanna be famous too!” adding his own vocal ability to show her.

Kelly added another number to a shirt and a third to the list, wanting to add a fourth she moved on to the final boy, taller than the third but around the same height as the first.

“You. Tall, blonde and eyebrows. You want your dreams to come true today?”

“Sorry. My dream is to play center for the Minnesota Wild,” the blonde boy said, declining her offer, “But I’ll also consider the Maple Leafs.”

Kelly, not caring or just ignoring what he just said, she slapped him with the last audition number on to his shirt, letting it known that she was done.

Noticing how desperate Kelly, and especially Gustavo, were for a new talent, Crowe wanted to warn the boys of how quick Gustavo was to burst at the slightest wrong move or sound, maybe even a breath.

How do I warn them without scaring them off, but still telling them about what Mr. Rocque can do? I almost cracked under the ice but I made it out alive. Kinda. Shrugging to herself. I just need to give them some pointers or advice, maybe convince them to stand up for themselves like I did?

Looking towards Kelly, seeing her push the clipboard towards the first boy‘s chest who was still writing on it, declared that “810 is next.” Going back through the door, leaving the four boys and singular girl on their own again. Turning to the boys, with Crowe struggling to get any words out and the guy who was next suddenly having his nerves overcome him, switched numbers with the shorter boy next to him.

With everything happening quicker than she could come up with something to say, she let the boys talk before interjecting.

“Oh look, you’re next,” the taller boy stammered.

“Dude, you don’t sing,” the third one bluntly said.

“Carlos, that was the worst pep talk in history,” finding out one of the four boys' names. “Luckily, I’m a genius. I’ll think of something,” he scoffed and added, “Kendall?”

Following his gaze to the last boy and now knowing half their names, Kendall immediately suggested, “Beatbox.”

That’s a bad idea. Please don’t-

“Got it,” he nodded, turning around to go through the heavy doors. Crowe mentally slapped her face in frustration.

“Wait!” finally spitting something out and quite loudly at that. Leaning a bit forward on the chair, wanting to warn the boy of how Gustavo might react if he decided to follow through with that bad idea. All four boys turned their heads in curiosity towards the girl, making her stammer before adding, “I just wanted to warn you that Mr. Rocque might yell at you if you do that. But don’t worry, he yelled at me too, and everyone else...” Voice trailing off, not sounding the best to reassure him, “Good luck though.” Giving a lopsided smile and a thumbs up to the boy that was heading inside.

“Thanks.” He said, probably with an added fear of what the man inside could possibly say to him but not letting it stop him.

Probably could’ve done better to warn him but it’s too late now. Sorry.

Sitting back in her seat straightening her back to seem more confident, turning her head towards the other three boys waiting for their turn. Giving them a slight head nod, then returning to holding the piece of hair she’s been messing with for the past few minutes.

Crowe wasn’t sure what to say next, so she just waited to see if one of the boys would talk. Making it seem like they read her mind, Carlos decided to ask “Are you here to be famous too? You must be a really good singer if you’re still here.” curiosity spilling out of him.

“Not really,” shaking her head, confusing them. “I want to be a songwriter, not a singer.”

“So how are you still here? Didn’t you say that Gustavo guy yelled at you?” Kendall joined in asking questions, pointing at the door but was directed at Gustavo.

Before getting the chance to answer his question, the boy who entered not even a minute ago came stumbling back out. Muttering to himself just how evil Gustavo is, comparing him to the Devil himself. Bringing his feet up on the chair he previously sat on, rocking back and forth, scaring the previous 810 even more.

Grabbing some tissues from the front pocket of her bag, always prepared for worst case scenarios. She walked over to him and offered it over, “Here, sorry I wasn’t a big help in warning you about Mr. Rocque. Don’t take anything he says to heart, he seems a bit riled up from everyone not being ‘the one’ he’s looking for.” Air quoting, trying to lighten the mood.

The boy, stopping his sniffling to happily accept the tissue, reassured Crowe. “Thanks for the heads up, at least I was sort of prepared for the yelling. I just didn’t think he was gonna be that evil.” A gracious smile overtaking the frown just moments ago, drying his eyes and introducing himself as Logan, but unfortunately not the others just yet.

Kelly popped her head back through the door calling for 811, disappearing just a fast.

Not surprisingly, the tall brunette switched his number again with Carlos, telling him, “All you buddy. Go get them!” Stalling his time even more, his nerves getting the best of him. Carlos, being ok with the decision, rose from his seat putting a helmet on, tapping it twice. Confusing Crowe with where that came from but not asking, sitting back down in her seat.

With Carlos heading inside, Logan finished introducing the boys to the girl. “Oh, and the one who just went inside is Carlos. This is James, the one who wanted to be here and that’s Kendall. Who’s only here to support James.” Pointing to each boy respectfully, letting Crowe know why they were here too.

The two waving, Kendall being calmer than the shaking James next to him. She waved back and introduced herself to the three.

“I’m Crowe, nice to meet you guys.” Sounding more professional than casual, trying to make her seem less awkward she added a small laugh. With James asking a question, “Like the bird?”

None of them got the chance to say anything before hearing Gustavo’s screaming as Carlos opened the door happily laughing, sitting back down in his chair.

“Not going to Hollywood!” Do I want to know what just happened? Squinting her eyes at Carlos, curiosity covering her face as well as the others.

Kelly entered the lobby again, calling for 812 then leaving. Which caused James to attempt to switch numbers with Kendall, who stopped him by protecting his number and being just out of reach.

“James, this is your dream, not mine.” Kendall began, getting James on his feet and resting both of his hands on his shoulders. “Remember, opportunities like this come once in a lifetime. Now, grab onto that dream with both hands and go big time!” Turning James in the direction of his dreams, pushing him forward.

As he disappeared through the doors, the three huddled together whispering and stealing quick glances at Crowe. Crowe tried her best to ignore what they were doing, but ended up getting brought to her feet by Logan who grabbed her wrist, dragging her back into the theater along with Kendall and Carlos.

“What are we doing?” she whispered to Logan as they snuck down the aisle to hide behind some seats but still being able to see the stage. Where Crowe ended up being in the middle between Carlos and Logan.

“We’re here cause this is James’ dream,” He started, all three looking towards the boy on the stage, “We all want to be there when it comes true, new girl included.”

Being quite surprised at the deep affection the four have for each other, she felt a small twinge in her heart, ignoring it and nodding her head and following along with the group in hearing the boy sing.

James started singing a slow Smokey Robinson song, sounding better than she had guessed and looked good while doing it. His friends smiling and silently encouraging him, she knew he had potential and knew that Gustavo would be crazy if he didn’t have James fly back with him to LA.

The surprise was clear on the producer's face too, but still had him scrunch his face before the end of the verse. Causing James to falter and hit a high note earlier, ending the song with less confidence.

He’s fine, he did good. That should be enough to get him to LA. Right?

“Stop, stop.” Gustavo ordered.

“I-I’m sorry. I got a little nervous. Can I start over?” James asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Start over,” Gustavo nodded, “Why don’t you go outside and then just don’t come back in. Okay? Next!”

Crowe gasped and Logan’s hand flew to cover her mouth, not wanting to get caught and potentially ruin James’ audition even more. She nodded and removed his hand as they focused on James who was fighting back, not ready to give up.

“But I’m good!” the boy yelled back, but was hit back with more rage from Gustavo.

“I don’t need good , I need the fire, okay?! I need somebody to knock me out of my seat- and as you can tell, I’m still in it! Because you have no talent!” Gustavo roared, ending the final audition.

Noticing Kendall stand up, her eyes widened, not sure what to expect but not intervening. Kendall rushed towards the producer’s table, unaccepting to the fact that his friend was getting told he wasn’t good enough. But it was enough for him to back his friend up, yelling and taking the challenge of starting a fight with Gustavo.

“No talent?! No talent?!” he repeated in disbelief, “You’re the one with no talent! You haven’t had a hit in ten years!”

“Hey! Girl to my heart by Boyquake was a hit nine years ago!” Gustavo accepted the challenge.

“Oh, girl to my heart. Uh, let me see if I can remember that rock classic,” Kendall scoffed, launching into a rendition of the song. He jumped up onto the table, continuing his performance, putting an emphasis on the song with a mocked tone.

Kendall upped his antics, which caused Crowe to bite back a laugh. He switched songs into one that she had never heard of, one about how much of a turd Gustavo was. It knocked Gustavo out of his seat- literally, making Kelly call over security.

Two large security guards in bright yellow jackets came and grabbed Kendall, pulling him off the table. He started struggling against the guards, the two large guards dragging him to the exit with no success.

Crowe heard Carlos ask something related to juvie for trying to break his friend free. Logan listed off two things before Carlos said he was fine with that, launching himself over the seats, sprinting down towards the fight. Looking at Logan, wanting someone to stay sane in this situation, she wondered what to do now.

James was pissed off, having his dream taken away from him so easily and then going after his friends who were just trying to defend him. He put the mic back on the stand and took a swan dive at the guards, hitting them. It was happening so fast she didn’t know what to say, but Logan did.

“I’ve gotta get new friends.” talking to the old lady next to him, scaring Crowe who didn’t see her at all.

He rushed to help his friends, leaving the two behind.

“Wanna beat some guards up?” Crowe asked the woman, having them both join in the fight. Crowe pulled up her sleeves and jumped on the back of one of the guards while the lady swatted at him with her walking stick, turning into a brawl. She wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, even if it was hard for Crowe to do some damage but she had to admit that she was having some fun for once.

Doing her best to pry the guard away from one of the boys, pulling the large guard's arm back so he wouldn’t grab any of them. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another guard approach walking right towards her. He pushed her off and she fell to the floor, crashing right onto her elbows and scraping them, drawing blood.

“ Shit .” She hissed in pain, feeling her elbows flare up with heat and a little numbness.

Jumping back up ready to join the fight again but the police showed up to break the fight up. They were able to catch the girl quicker than she could jump on a guard again. Grabbing her arms and pulling her back, roughly putting on a pair of cold handcuffs and pushing her to the side to get the others.

It was harder to peel the boys off the security guards, but they were eventually successful. After the five teens were restrained they were asked the general questions, which some were answered by the group with the exception of Crowe, who stayed silent the whole time. Then they were all shoved into the back of a pair of police cars, heading towards one of the boys' house.

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Crowe was now standing on the front porch in front of the Knight residence, not sure of who would open the door and punish them for everything they’ve done. A swift opening of the door, Kendall was the one to start talking.

“Mom!” sheepishly greeting his mother, “Remember that time I saved you from choking? That was close! And I love you!”

“I feel so alive!” Mrs. Magicowski, who she found out her name on the ride over, declared excitedly.

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Kendall’s mother sorted it out with the police, making the five teens march into the living room and stand in front of the fireplace. With the addition of an adorable little sister, both her and the mother began interrogating. Thankfully she was questioning the boys more who she seemed to know all too well and not Crowe. The last thing she needed was for Mrs. Knight to include her in the questions or contacting her father about the trouble she caused.

Taking in her surroundings, it dawned on her how incredibly homey and comfortable the Knights lived. It was one she wasn’t familiar with but was something she admired. Looking around the room, she realized how much of the group is ingrained in the space, each adding a personal touch.

Medical prep books and test papers on top and below the table, various magazines adorning the couch, thoroughly looked through countless times. Hockey related items such as helmets, sticks and other equipment, basically letting it known to anyone who walked or peeked in just how much the sport was loved by the household.

Listening back into the conversation, hearing the end of the story with Kendall adding that nobody got hurt. Where Crowe interjected and said that she scraped her elbows but it wasn’t too bad. Kendall’s very surprisingly understanding mother just shrugged her shoulders, satisfied with the explanation.

Crowe stood there, rubbing her elbow to help sooth it. She wasn’t sure what to do, thinking about asking Mrs. Knight for a ride home. It wasn’t too hard to find her, walking into the kitchen and seeing her fixing sandwiches. Taking a deep breath and clearing her throat, “Excuse me, ma'am.” Mrs. Knight turned around, “Yes, dear? Would you like a sandwich?” Crowe shook her head. “No, thank you. I was wondering if you could take me home?”

“Oh, of course. Let me grab my keys.” Mrs. Knight put down the bread but Crowe stopped her. “You can do it after you’re done. I can wait, I don’t mind.” Rubbing at her elbow even more. “Are you sure? I don’t want your parents to worry.” The wound was close to becoming worse. “It’s fine. They know where I am.” Mrs. Knight nodded and told her to wait until she was done, but Crowe needed to fix her elbow.

“May I use your bathroom? I would like to clean my elbow from earlier.” Mrs. Knight recalled her saying she got hurt, so she called Logan into the kitchen. Saying that he could help since he’s studying to become a doctor. Logan came and showed her to the bathroom, where she saw more of the boys in there. With scratches on the walls, lots of hair care products, and various medical supplies.

He grabbed various different disinfectants and ointments for the scrape as well as large bandages. After explaining how to properly clean the cut, the girl thanked him and he excused himself to give her some privacy.

A bit overwhelmed with the instructions from the smart boy, she set herself to work, reaching for the disinfectant and wincing as it came into contact with the wound. Deeply sighing to push through the pain, helping her focus on that instead of all the crazy events that unfolded today.

Taking two bandages out of her bag and waiting for the disinfectant to dry, sticking the bandaids on. Crowe pulled her sleeve back down and emerged from the bathroom, hearing the four singing the giant turd song to Kendall’s little sister, who looked impressed with their talent. The doorbell rang and the boys danced their way to the door, unaware of who was behind it.

Opening it revealed a freezing Kelly and Gustavo standing on the front porch, the boys screaming except James letting out an excited yelp to see the man. While Crowe just stood and nervously shake from the sight of seeing the angered man again.

James pushed himself forward as he cheered and hugged Gustavo, “Yes! I knew you’d come back for me!”

Gustavo objected, shoving James off of him, “I’m not here for you! I’m here for them.” pointing directly towards Kendall and Crowe.

Everyone, except Crowe, collectively cried out in surprise, “What?!”

Mrs. Knight heard the commotion and called out, “I’ll make some tea!”

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Make Me Write

Thanks for the tag @elbritch-kit! I hope your writing went well ♥

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count)

I have so many WIPs in my folder, I decided to use a wheel to chose three for me... i'm kidding but it will end up this way one day. Anyway, you can find the contenders under the cut if you want to know more about them (or you can vote based on vibes only) :

I'm not tagging anyone but consider this an open tag (and don't hesitate to tag me if you do make a poll 🥰)

LIGHTS UP

When her ex-bestfriends knock on her door and ask for their old band to get back together, Nat slams the door in their face. Somehow, this is not the end of the story.

-> I'm technically almost done with the first draft, I just need the last chapter... Yes it's been on the back burner for three years, your point? 😭

WITCH'S TIME:

Lorelei Douxruisseau had always had the unfortunate tendency to get into trouble on her own. It didn't matter if it was about pissing off a Goddess, starting a war or terrorizing a village or two, all these dubious decisions were always motivated by the same thing: boredom. And it was this same boredom, Lorelei's secular enemy, that encouraged her to push open another Witch's door unannounced. And to meddle in their messy ritual. But really, it's not her fault. After all, who'd have guessed that behind their brilliant idea and idiotic ritual was the last of the Maledictus, eh? Not Lorelei, that's who. After an ill-prepared ritual and a poorly negotiated contract, when the Mighty Ones find themselves projected into Lorelei Douxruisseau's past, the whole fabric of the universe shakes and the veils of time are torn apart. Faced with an amnesiac Lorelei devoid of magic, they'll have to be patient if they ever want to return home. And they'll have to pray that she doesn't slit their throats when she regains her memories.

-> I'm on the third book for this series and it has been kicking my ass big time. I had to cut it in half and put one half in the fourth book, and I was so pissed I haven't picked it up since.

THE FLEDGLING

Jo Hautain is in love with a vampire. It has been her reality since her girlfriend has been turned, seven years ago, and yet, she still manages to be surprise but the utter bullshit that came with this life-changing transformation. What do you mean Lou has to bond with an established Coven to rule her bloodlust ? What do you mean Jo is not enough ? Still, she is not one to go gently into the night. If the Rodins think they are worthy of Lou, they will have to prove it. When the vampiric masquerade ball Lou has been invited to (and which Jo crashed) takes a turn for the worse, she must come up with a new plan to ensure her girlfriend's survival while trying to preserve her own heart. Unfortunately, Lou isn't the only one having issues of the supernatural variety. Iris suffers from a rare fae disease currently trying to kill her, Charlie still can't accept being a wolf three nights a month and is sinking even deeper into despair as time goes by, Alex longs to return to the sea, despite knowing it would be her undoing. And Ana is hunted and hounded by the Virulentes, the less-than-human leaders of the witch's community, who resent her "abusive use of magic". Add to the mix two customers too charming for their own good, a mysterious Coven settling back into their town and a ghost from the past lurking in the shadows, and Jo is ready to throw the towel. No, really, it's not easy being to be the only sensible one around, but someone has to do it. Jo just wishes it would be someone else, for once.

-> This is my July Camp NaNo project and I'm 16k in out of 20k so I'm doing pretty well. Is it good? Meh, maybe not, but at least it's moving forward unless the other two XD

[percervall]

amor de me vida

Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 975 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Stealing their clothes - he's away and you've been ill at home but you miss him so you basically drag yourself to his apartment/house to wear one of his hoodies and joggers and then he comes home during the night (was supposed to be later that next day) and he finds you cuddled up in his bed, wearing his clothes and he drops everything and joins you and you wake up and you two cuddle and A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!

title's from Maluma's ADMV

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January was one of those months that always left her feeling run down. Work had been exhausting the past month and today had been a particularly horrible day where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. What made it even worse was that she hadn’t been able to see her boyfriend in over a week due to their conflicting work schedules and missed him terribly. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel better. Missing him felt like a dull ache in her chest, mirroring the way her head pounded with a headache that had settled behind her eyes. There was no point in pretending she could get any work done feeling like this, so after sending a quick email to her boss, she packed up for the day and figured she might as well go to his house to at least seek comfort in his shower and bed. One of the many advantages of dating a professional athlete was that they had money to spend on top tier water pressure and mattresses. 

After stopping by the supermarket to get some soup and bread, she parked her car in front of his house. Rodrigo had given her a key for situations just like this, where she needed him to settle the ache in her bones. Dropping her work bag by the door, she took off her shoes and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Her phone automatically connected to the sound system he had set up, and the playlist she had put on in the car started playing over the speakers. She made her way to the ensuite, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket. As the hot water hit her skin, she sighed at the feeling of her muscles letting go of the tension that had held them in a vice all day. 

She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and walked to Rodrigo’s closet. They shared a preference for oversized lounge wear and while his closet held about a third of her’s, right now she wanted nothing more than to wrap up in one of his soft hoodies. Grabbing her favourite one, she buried her face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener and aftershave. Smiling softly as his scent enveloped her, she got dressed in the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, and settled in for an evening on the couch with her favourite series on TV.

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To say he was tired would be an understatement. Between winning the world cup with Argentina and the starting of La Liga, his time had been spent mostly travelling. The plan had been to travel back from their latest away fixture early the next morning, but the whole team wanted to go home and see their families –Rodrigo being one of them. Ever since Diego agreed, he’d been trying to get a hold of his girlfriend. She hadn’t answered her phone, but when he pulled up to his house he spotted her car on the driveway. His lips tugged up in a smile seeing it parked there. Rodrigo quickly made his way inside, dropping his bag by the stairs to take up later. The house was quiet, but he could tell she was still downstairs by the light coming from the living room.

“Babe?” he called out, voice barely above speaking volumes. He waited a beat to see if she’d answer before moving into the living room. The TV was still on, a streaming service politely asking if anyone was still watching. Rodrigo moved further into the room, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. Turning his face, he spotted his girlfriend on the couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies and fast asleep. She had made herself a hot drink and was still clutching the empty mug to her chest as her head rested on her own shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly, taking in her sleeping features. Rodrigo carefully took the mug from her hands, placing it on the coffee table, before moving to lift her up. He chuckled when she sighed deeply and snuggled into him as he carried her out of the room. 

“Hey,” she croaked, waking up enough to realise the couch wasn’t moving but her boyfriend had come home and was carrying her upstairs.

“Hey mi vida. This is a nice surprise, didn’t think you’d gotten my texts.” 

“Put my phone on do not disturb, so haven’t seen any come in. Just missed you and your hoodies,” she mumbled, sleep slurring her speech. Rodrigo chuckled and carried her up the stairs. He gently set her down on his bed and moved to his closet to get her a shirt to sleep in. 

“How was your day?” he asked as he handed it to her. 

“It’s been hectic and I’m exhausted. Last month was insane and it’s not looking to slow down any time soon. Went home early today with a headache,” she told him, swapping the hoodie for the shirt. Kicking off the sweatpants, she got under the covers. Rodrigo climbed in as well, pulling her closer. It wasn’t lost on him that she had referred to his house as home, his heart squeezing at the thought of her living with him. 

“I have the day off tomorrow, how about we spend it in bed all day?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in agreement, snuggling into him. 

“That sounds lovely,” she sighed. Rodrigo smiled again, pressing his lips to her hair. He heard how her breathing evened out, body fully relaxed against his. Finally giving in to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was that he would ask her to move in tomorrow. Home was no longer a place, it had become a person shaped like the woman asleep in his arms. 

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