#it really hit last night cause she wanted me to take stuff down n i said it dieant have to happen today

[george-weasleys-girl]

could i ask for a story with Fred getting upset about something, pretending everything is fine in front of people and making jokes but at night he goes to the reader's dorm and asks to sleep with her?? something like just wanting to cry and be comforted by them "are you crying?" "can i sleep with you?"

Cuddle Me

Thank you for such a sweet request. I hope you enjoy.

~•~

Y/N had just begun to doze off when she heard a faint knock at the door. It was so soft that at first, she thought she might've imagined it. Then, she heard it again, a little louder, followed by the sound of her boyfriend's voice. "Y/N? Love? Are you up?"

There was an unusual hitch in his voice that jolted her wide awake. She clammered out of bed and pulled Fred into the room, closing the door behind him. "Is everything alright?" She whispered.

"No," he mummered, looking down as he shuffled in place. "Not really. Can I...umm...can I sleep with you tonight?"

Y/N's concern shifted to outright worry. This was not at all like her cocky, mischievous boyfriend. Normally, when he showed up at her dorm room in the middle of the night, he was bold as brass, and sleep was the very last thing on his mind.

She placed her fingers underneath his chin and gently lifted his gaze to meet hers. The sight of his wet, red-rimmed eyes caused her heart to skip a beat. "Sweetie, are you crying?"

He only shrugged and looked away again.

"C'mon," she said, taking his hand and guiding him to her bed. He crawled under the covers, wrapping himself around her and laying his head on her chest. Within a few minutes, she felt him shaking with silent tears.

Grabbing her wand from the nightstand, Y/N used it to close the canopy around them and cast a silencing spell. She might not know what was going on, but she knew he wouldn't say a word if he thought someone else could overhear.

Y/N wrapped her arms around him tighter, waiting until his tears were spent before she said anything. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

Fred sniffled. "It's stupid."

~•~

Fred Weasley wasn't one to let things bring him down. But the past week had been particularly shitty. No matter what he and George tried, every single prank they'd attempted had failed miserably. And, to make matters worse, his and George's newest invention blew up in their faces. Quite literally. Sending them to the infirmary for burn treatment.

Then today, he was already depressed and discouraged when yet another prank went wrong, causing the floor of one of the bathrooms to melt, resulting in a rescue mission to pull a poor third year out of the morass. So when Professor McGonagall lost her composure and yelled at the twins in front of half the school body, telling them that they'd never amount to anything, the same as his mum had done countless times, it tore through his confidence in a way few things ever did.

That night, Fred lay in his bed, silent tears wetting his pillow. He didn't cry often. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time it'd happened. But after a day of laughing off the whole thing and pretending it didn’t matter, there was nothing left in him to hold back the flood. After two hours of tossing and turning, he got up and made his way to the only person who could soothe his bruised heart.

~•~

"It's not stupid," Y/N said after Fred had told her everything. "And you have every right to be upset."

"Yeah, I guess," Fred mumbled. "But stuff like that doesn't usually bother me. I don't know why it hit me so hard this time. It doesn't make sense."

"It makes perfect sense to me," Y/N kissed the top of his head. "You've had a really rough week. And, even though you tried to hide it, I know you've been feeling defeated by everything going wrong. It's no wonder her words got to you."

Fred just shrugged. "Or maybe I'm finally accepting the truth. Maybe my mum and McGonagall are right. Maybe I really am worthless."

Y/N moved so she could look into his eyes. "Fred Weasley, you listen to me right now. You are not worthless. You are one of the most intelligent, creative, and amazing people I've ever met. And, not only are you going to succeed, you're going to take the world by storm."

"Y-you really think so?"

"I know so," she asserted. "And if anybody disagrees, they can take it up with me."

Fred smiled and nuzzled into her neck, letting himself melt into her side.

He lay so still and quiet that she thought he'd fallen asleep. But after a few minutes, he shifted to look up at her. "I know I don't say it that often, but I really do love you, Y/N."

She gave him a gentle kiss. "I love you, too."

~•~

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[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

(4) TENDER LIKE A BRUISE ─── ethan landry 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands." — ‘The Country Between Us’, Carolyn Forché

pairing. spiderman!ethan landry x reader

warnings. swearing, mention of blood, death, alcohol, and sex

summary. after that stint with the spidersuit on halloween, quinn’s getting suspicious… (1) (2) (3) (4)

a/n. sorry for the long wait everyone! also sorry that this is such a short chapter, i sprained my ankle the other day LOL

iiii.

The night after you save Ethan in the Spidersuit, you and your entire friend group are crowded in the apartment, ready to watch a shitty indie movie Mindy got from her uncle, who was as big a movie-geek as she was. 

First, however, Quinn had flicked on the news. She coursed through every channel, until she stopped on an opinionated broadcast by the name of the Daily Bugle, some obscure network that Ethan had worked at for, like, a year while he was still in highschool.

“He’s kind of, like, the devil,” Ethan told you one time at a diner, a place you landed in since you two couldn’t choose which place you wanted to order at. 

“J. Jonah Jameson seems like a very interesting creature. Devilish for sure, though,” You said, scrolling through the man’s miniscule Wikipedia page, alongside a handful of tweets using his biased shaming as reaction videos. 

Ethan held the plastic-lined menu in his large hands, turning it over to see the other side. “He was big on work ethic, meeting your quota, having to show him every article before it was published, stuff like that. It was really efficient, actually, but he was just… insufferable.” 

“Worst boss ever?”

“Worst boss ever,” Ethan said, shaking his head and taking a sip of his drink - a chocolate milkshake. 

So, it really was a surprise that Quinn was itching to watch his news, practically vibrating out of her skin. Even in general it was uncharacteristic of her, as she always seemed bored to death by the news Sam watched in the morning. 

“Quinn, I thought you hated the news.” Tara said, mild mannered and sitting down next to Mindy. 

“Especially this bald head-ass,” Mindy said, scooching over to make room. 

Quinn waved off everyones protests. “Someone I know is in this.” She then sat on the floor close to the television screen, “I just need to watch this one bit, ‘kay? Then we’ll get to whatever epistolary movie you want, Minds.” 

“It’s not epistolary, it’s a mockumentary about—“

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, Uncle Randy’s got you all educated.” Chad walked in with a pillow, pushing his sister over and plopping down right in between her and Tara. 

You were in the kitchen with Ethan, heating up bags of popcorn in the microwave, when Quinn cranked up the volume of the news way high. You could now hear it from there, and you both caught the segment's tagline. 

“Spiderman’s New Sidekick: Menace, or Martyr? Just last night, the attention-seeking “hero” was seen causing more mayhem in the city of New York. The troublemaker was accompanied by a similar web slinging partner - though still suspiciously hiding their identity. The following clip has been sent anonymously to us.”

The tv network then played a clip of you, fidgeting with the web slingers, clumsily making your way through New York and hitting several garbage cans over in the process. Your suit, however, was encapsulated in darkness, and all anyone could see was that white hood and those big curved eyes the mask had — tell-tale spiderman features. 

Your eyes darted to Ethan’s own, who was wide-eyed and pale. 

Ethan had long grown inured to the media’s attention on him, seeing as he had been doing this spiel for two years now - but you being in the news was a whole other story. 

The boy leaned over, presumably to whisper pretend sweet nothings in your ear (truthfully completely panicked thoughts about you in the suit) when Mindy interrupted your thoughts. 

“Oh my god, Quinn, don’t tell me you’re watching Jameson bash Spiderman because you don’t like him?” Mindy groaned, sinking into the couch. 

Quinn was quiet, which was really just an answer. 

Mindy leaned over from her spot on the couch. “Give me —“ she and Quinn wrestled for the remote, “the remote, I can’t listen to this entitled senior citizen bash Spiderman any longer—“ 

“He’s informing the public about a troublemakers misdeeds—“

“He should be informing the public he’s getting admitted into a senile care home—“ 

Then the two of them landed on the floor with a thud, the microwave went off, and Chad took over Mindy’s space on the couch, artfully “yawning” and placing an arm on Taras shoulder, who gave him a look but didn’t shrug him off. 

Well. So much for a peaceful night. You can see why Sam spent so much time at Danny’s place. 

The majority of you were sporting hangovers, and had wished to experience a relaxing evening, falling asleep to the droning of a Meeks-Martin Movie Recommendation (a name Chad protested everytime you said it, saying, “it’s associating me with Mindy’s movie-geek bullshit”) whose philosophical points generally flew over your head. 

(Hangovers excluding you and Ethan, who had spent the rest of the night patching eachother up, in which you were privy to Ethan’s nursing skills - or more accurately, the lack thereof. 

You had found yourselves once more in the apartment's cramped bathroom, except this time you were getting bandaged up for the scrapes on your elbows. 

You were squirming under Ethan’s touch, his hands in a heavy grip on your forearms. At some point, Ethan had enough of your movement, used his large hands to pull you close by the waist, and continued his idle work on your arms there. 

The manhandling had you so flustered you dared not move for the rest of treatment, turning your head away from the mirror so as not to reveal the terrible blush on your face. 

On the other hand, Ethan was completely oblivious of the nature of his actions, focused on bandaging your wound correctly. 

In the end, despite all the fuss, he forgot to use rubbing alcohol, and didn't know how to tie the bandage, leaving an articulate bow to finish the wraps off instead. Still, you appreciated the effort. 

He had done it in his awkward, stilted way, which was incredibly endearing in its own right.)

Silence flooded the room, until you pulled the popcorn out of the microwave, and you and Ethan poured the bags into their respective bowls for each person. 

Mindy and Quinn then untangled themselves from each other, getting up and wiping the dust of their clothes like nothing had ever happened.

“So,” You said, trying to play it cool, “what’s the deal with Spidey, my boyfriend's boyfriend?” 

Ethan followed from the kitchen, pushing you playfully (and hoping this fake nonchalance was convincing enough). “Turn that nonsense off, Q. Don’t you remember Jameson’s outburst when I quit?”

The man had had a tantrum when Ethan quit the poor summer job he was working in their offices. 

Ethan got the job in the first place because his dad was part of the NYPD, and Jameson thought Ethan might be able to spill some incredibly confidential “juicy” details about ongoing cases. When Ethan failed to deliver, Jameson forgot about him, and he spent two months doing miniscule tasks, like sorting paperwork or going for coffee runs. 

Suffice to say, it wasn’t the office experience Ethan was hoping for, so he promptly quit. There was also the awkward matter of Jameson’s increasing hatred of Spiderman, wherein Ethan was forced to regularly voice his “irritation” toward the hero. 

(Which was kind of hard to put his heart into when, well, he was the hero.)

And although it was a proper quitting, too, with a two weeks notice and everything, Jameson didn’t care, and berated seventeen-year old Ethan in front of the twenty something workers he had under his feet. But Ethan hadn’t cared too much either, and went to the theater to watch a movie right after. 

You and Ethan waited for Quinn’s familiar jabs at Ethan’s old job (in which Quinn had laughed for a solid ten minutes when he came home from quitting, in utter shock that her little brothers first job ended with a 60-year-olds toddler tantrum), his “love” of Spiderman, or even just Ethan in general - but nothing came. She merely shifted her gaze from you to him, before shrugging, and handing the remote back to Mindy. 

So movie-night was back on, but a certain feeling was creeping up both your spines, twin looks being traded between you and Ethan. 

What exactly had prompted Quinn to watch a broadcast about Spiderman? No matter how much she ranted about the hero, she equally hated Jameson and the news. 

You wracked your brain for a single solution throughout the entire movie, and it had only clicked when Mindy began her routine film-analysis, bringing out the small, rollable white board you all had tried to hide from her, just so you wouldn’t need to listen to any more movie essays. 

You got up, and pulled Ethan along with you, Mindy shooting you two a disgusted look, and Chad throwing you a thumbs up. 

(You hadn’t noticed, but Quinn’s eyes trailed after you with a glint of suspicion.)

“She knows,” you said, hushed and ducking in the dimly lit apartment hallway near your bedroom. 

“What?” Ehan said, brows furrowed. 

“She knows. Quinn.”

“Quinn knows what?”

“Oh my god,” you refrained from hitting him, “Quinn knows you’re Spiderman.” 

“What?”

“Quinn knows y—“

“No, I mean, what as in what the fuck?! Are you sure she knows?” 

“I just - she was looking at us weirdly during the Spiderman broadcast, and through the entire movie, too—“

“That doesn’t mean she knows, right? She could be looking at us because we’re “dating”, or because — ‘cause I’m her stupid Spiderman geek brother, or—“

“Okay, but she could also be looking because she knows you’re Spiderman, knows I’m the weird sidekick on the news—“ 

“[Name]! Just,” Ethan pressed two fingers between his eyes, “can we let this go? Just for tonight?” 

You sighed, leaning your head against the wall. “Fine! Let’s just… pretend none of this ever happened. That she, like, probably doesn’t know.”

“[Name].”

“Okay! Okay, you win. But just for tonight, because I swear, if I wake up tomorrow and my mom’s blasting my phone because Quinn told someone about it—“

“She doesn’t know!” Ethan repeated, before sticking his fingers in his ears and walking away like a little kid. 

You shook your head at his immaturity, but stuck your tongue out at him when he wasn’t looking, anyway.

After that isolated incident of suspicion, you and Ethan kept a particularly close watch on his sister's actions, reactions, and movements.

How she reacted when Ethan raved about how much he “adored” Spiderman, the faces she made when Sam passed The Daily Bugle channel on TV, how guarded her body language was when you walked around Central Park and someone called out from afar that Spiderman had just swung by. 

And she was so fucking suspicious. 

Quinn’s eyes would thin, looking at Ethan and you when he talked about Spiderman, she’d watch intently when Sam passed Jamesons channel, if even for a second, and she’d look to the skies every time somebody shouted “Spiderman” in the park or the streets. 

Ethan countered your every thought, however, constantly reminding you of her previously mentioned hatred for the hero, using that as an excuse for her every move. 

You two find yourselves arguing over the matter again, this time while walking across campus to your next classes, having to hold hands as you did so just so people wouldn’t think your arguing was actually you two in the process of breaking up. 

“E, she knows. I mean, for gods sakes, what person who doesn’t know sends their brother nasty looks when someone talks about Spiderman?” 

“Well, maybe, I’m her little brother who she’s made fun of every moment for the last nineteen years?”

“Oh my god, Ethan, we can’t keep pretending she doesn’t know you’re Spiderman!” you whisper shouted in his ear, pretending to pick something out of his hair. 

“Well, I was just suspicious, but you two have gone ahead and confirmed it for me.” Quinn suddenly appeared beside you, walking in tandem with your paces. 

Then, you and Ethan both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, shock still, jaws dropped, almost getting hit by a bike in the process. 

“What?” She said, tilting her head to the side. 

“What?” Ethan said back. 

“What -“ You began, but the irony sunk in rather quickly. “No, fuck— Quinn, how the f— how did you find out?” you whispered low, pulling her by the sweater sleeve as you began walking again. 

Quinn looked back to make sure nobody was listening secretly, like she had done just moments prior. “Again, I was just suspicious. Knowing was all you two. But… you guys are kind of, like, really obvious. Like, on movie night, you were fighting in the kitchen about the popcorn, and when I turned on the news you went quiet. When me and Mindy argue about the better heroes, you look at eachother like you’re about to burst out laughing every time I say I hate Spiderman. And your Halloween costume,” she pointed at you, “had a hood that looked a lot like the one on TV.”

You scratched your cheek sheepishly, considering the facts against you. “Okay, we are… more obvious than I thought.” 

“We?” Ethan said, incredulous. “I’ve hid this for years.” 

Quinn snorted, stifling a laugh. “Ethan, you’re fucking terrible,” she punched her brother, “at lying. I just never brought it up. Honestly, what the hell is “I’m going out for patrol — no, I meant I’m going on a date with [Name]” supposed to mean to me?” She mocked Ethan’s nervous stuttering. 

Ethan went red. “I— well, — I mean, dad doesn’t even know, and he’s like a bloodhound.”

Quinn shrugged. “Sure, he doesn’t say anything, but he also never reports any unnatural cobwebs he finds on the criminals either.”

“I’ll be damned,” Ethan said, starstruck. You patted his shoulder pitifully. 

“Does anyone else…?” You gestured lightly to the general population on campus.

Quinn shook her head. “Not that I know of. And I won't tell anyone, if that’s what you mean.” 

The three of you stopped to sit at a water fountain, the conversation becoming much more serious by the look of Quinn’s face. 

She had bit her lower lip, suddenly looking far off, a mix of melancholy and fury shining in her brown eyes. “As long as you don’t get yourself killed, Ethan, I won’t tell anyone.” 

Ethan gulped, probably remembering all the times he did exactly that. “I promise, Quinn, I—“

“Because I know you will, Ethan. And I will fucking dig our brother out of the earth if you dare to—“

All of a sudden, this didn’t feel like a confrontation between friends — it felt like a heartfelt conversation between family, and you felt very out of place. 

Just seeing how furious Quinn looked, but how her lip trembled, how fists clenched with the memories of their brother, how Ethan leaned away, trying to escape any confrontation in relation to their brother, how his expression tensed - it made you feel icky, like you were interrupting that which was none of your business.  

As you were about to leave, step away from the incredibly private situation and duck into your school building, Quinn grabbed you by the hand. “[Name], promise me, please, keep my brother safe. You’re in this way deeper than I am, so…”

She waited for confirmation. When you didn’t respond, Quinn continued. “You love him, I can tell, so please, just… keep him alive, for me, okay?.” 

Your mouth opened and closed. She still thought you two were— 

You considered telling her the truth, but - but her gaze was so desperate, tone so heartfelt, the only thing you could do was nod.

From there, you could feel the guilt eat at you, simultaneous to the burning you felt in your heart. You wanted to protect Ethan, you wanted to keep him safe - you did not want to lose him, for that would be like losing a limb. 

And then Quinn’s words echoed in your ears once more: you love him, I can tell—

You breathe, in and out, conscious coming back to the Earth, and you slip away from the pair of siblings, Quinn’s words ringing in your ears, Ethan’s gaze lingering on you as you stepped into Blackmore.

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[pizzaboerr]

From nothing to something.

(Sanji x reader, part 4)

Part 1 , part 2 , part 3

Summary: After ‘defeating’ Zoro in a fight, Luffy’s crew made it into the Grand Line. Everyone was happy, you had a great night but the storm kept you awake. Lucky for you, you weren’t the only one who was awake.

Word count: 2.2K words

Content warnings: Use of curse words, fluff, slight teasing.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry that I didn’t post anything in the last two weeks. I was really busy with helping my best friend move houses. I’m back now and I’ll try to get 1 or 2 post per week, depending on how big of a chapter I’ll write. Hope you all enjoy!

P.S.: Sorry if there are sentences that are grammatically incorrect, English isn’t my first language, so my apologies in advance.

~~—~~—~~—~~

It’s been a few days since you started your training with Sanji. Each day you improved a lot. When you didn’t train with Sanji, you took it upon yourself to get stronger.

“Slow down Tiger.” Nami said, causing you to jump. You quickly turned around and smiled sheepishly. “Nami, you scared the shit out of me. What’s up?” You looked at her, dropped your weights and grabbed a towel, wiping away all the sweat. “I just came to see how you were doing. You’ve been training all day!-“ Nami started. She looked around and saw Zoro sleeping on the other side of the deck. “Even Zoro doesn’t train all day.” She looked back to you. “Maybe you should take some rest.” You smiled but politely declined. “I’m all right. I need to be ready if something happens Nami. Everyone can defend themselves but I can’t, yet.” You grabbed your weights and started where you left off.

Nami went to the upper deck and looked in your direction, seeing the determination on your face. Sanji had seen Nami looking at you and decided to join her. He greeted Nami quickly and smiled while looking at you.

While this happened on the upper deck, you dropped your weights and one of them rolled into the direction of Zoro, who was still sound asleep. The weight hit his ankle which caused him to grunt. He stood up, grabbed one of his swords and stomped into your direction, only stopping just in time. “Watch it y/l/n.” He said angrily while holding the sword up to your neck. You knew Zoro wouldn’t hurt you, But you also knew not to fuck with him while he was asleep (even if it was on accident).

You sneakily grabbed one of his other swords and grinned cockily. “I’m not scared of you Zoro, you are all big talk and nothing more.” You said smiling, taking a few steps back. Zoro laughed loudly. “Sure, Let’s see how good you are.” He said wiping a tear away from laughing.

You had ben training with bamboo swords, just to see how it was, so you knew a little. You also watched Zoro when he was training, writing down tactics.

He charged at you and you quickly blocked him. You only knew how to kick and punch so you just tried to block every attack. After maybe 10 minutes, you were panting, Zoro was really strong and you didn’t want to admit your defeat. Zoro saw this and laughed, causing you to get a chance to maybe disarm him.

Because you charged at him, you made him hesitate which move he was going to pull, to not hurt you, You wuickly got behind him with the sword on his throat, barely touching him. He put away his sword and looked down. He cleared his throat before grabbing the sword from your hand and turned around, avoiding your gaze.

“I let you win.-“ He mumbled, looking at you. “Didn’t want to hurt you.” He quickly added while putting away his last sword, now trying to exit the deck. “Zoro!” You yelled before he could completely disappear from your sight. He turned around and looked at you. “I take back what I said, you had me until the last second. I have enough to learn from you.” You said softly towards him. He nodded and walked away.

Nami and Sanji both laughed and you turned around. “I think i’ll take the rest of the day off, just like you said Nami.” You said, gathering your stuff. Nami laughed and nodded. “That’s a good idea y/n.”

~~—~~—~~—~~

“Everyone get ready!” Nami yelled. “This is it! The way into the grand line.”

Everyone jumped around each other, trying to get to their spots. Luffy was on the sheep head, looking at each of his crew members. “Usopp, Zoro! take care of the masts!, Nami please make sure we don’t hit those pillars, Sanji prepare some food!” Luffy commanded everyone. You stood next to Nami, making sure if she needed you, you were there.

You got closer and closer and before you knew it, the ship was going upwards. You all cheered and smiled. Soon enough you were on the other side of the mountain, now in the grand line. The waters were really smooth here, and Nami looked back at her compass, trying to figure out the next steps.

You excused yourself and went to your shared room. You had this special compass, that someone gave to you back when you were still working in Loguetown. You decided that you were going to gift this to Nami, not only because she was the navigator but also because she became your best friend in a short time period. You got back to Nami and saw that she was looking confused at why her compass wasn’t working.

You looked at Nami and smiled. “Nami?” You started. She sighed. “The compass doen’t work y/n! I’m supposed to be the navigator but I can’t even tell which way’s which!” You chucked and she looked at you slightly angry. Before she could say anything you looked at the ground. “Nami I have a present for you, close your eyes and put your hands out.” Nami looked at you, now annoyed. “This isn’t the time for presents.” She said, still doing what you said. You gave her the compass and smiled widely. “Ta-da!”

Nami opened her eyes as she smiled slightly. “What is this?” She asked while she examined the little compass. “This is what you need in the Grand line. Someone gave it to me as a present but I know you will appreciate it more. It’s now located to the closest Island. It’s supposed to be one maybe one and a half days away!” You said jumping excitedly.

Nami looked back at you as her eyes started to swell with tears. She gave you a really big hug and thanked you multiple times. You smiled and looked at everyone. For the first time in a long long time, you felt important.

~~—~~—~~—~~

After finishing what Sanji called ‘The celebration feast’, you all decided to have a few drinks together, to celebrate entering the Grand Line. You told a few stories that other people told you while you still worked at the restaurant. Luffy asked a few stupid questions, which made you laugh.

Everyone was enjoying the time together. You decided to play a few card games, Usopp teaching everyone a new game. Everyone was so infested with the game that everyone lost track of time. Before you knew it, it was almost 1AM. You yawned and excused yourself. “I’m going to bed guys, i’m really tired. See ya’ll tomorrow.” You said yawning once again and waving everyone goodbye.

You opened the door to your room and grabbed your pyjama. After you changed, you quickly brushed your teeth, combed your hair and got into bed.

You kept turning in your bed and after not being able to sleep you sat up and looked at the clock. “2;54AM.” You mumbled before grabbing your robe and making your way to the kitchen for some water and maybe a snack.

As you walked through the hallways, you could see that the kitchen light was still on. You once again sighed. “I should’ve known he would still be awake.” You said to yourself before knocking on the door to make yourself known. You leaned against the doorframe, not wanting to invade his space.

Sanji looked up and smiled. “Didn’t expect to see you at this time mademoiselle, couldn’t sleep?” You smiled softly back at him. “Well I tried to sleep, but the waves hitting the windows kept me awake. I’m still not really used to the heavy waves and storms that sometimes happen.”

He smiled and nodded understandably. He put everything away and started to gather everything to make some hot chocolate. He grabbed a pan and put it on the fire. He poured in the milk and started to heat it up. “I’m going to make some hot chocolate, want some Amore?” He asked you softly.

You smiled widely. “Hot chocolate, how could I say no to that!” He chuckled, while he chopped up the chocolate and quickly whisked some heavy cream with sugar to make the whipping cream. He grabbed a few vanilla pods and put some fresh vanilla seeds in there as well.

Once the hot chocolate was done he gently poured it into two cups and topped it off with with the cream. He smiled at his creation and grabbed a piece of chocolate before grating it on top, to make it look extra pretty. “Here you go love, be careful, it’s still hot.” He smiled while he placed it in front of you. You grabbed the mug eagerly and touched his hand on accident.

You blushed heavily while pulling your hand away quickly. He laughed softly and grabbed his mug. He sat down next to you and looked at you.

The heavy waves turned into a terrible storm which sent chills throughout your spine. You absolutely hated storms and now on the ship it only seemed worse. Sanji noticed that you were slightly on edge and smiled barely. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his lap, intertwining his finger in yours.

At this point you were blushing heavily. “I don’t like stormy weather. The boat moves to much and it keeps me awake sometimes. The rain is calming though, when you lay comfortably in a hammock, or a bed-“ He said looking at you, trying to distract you. “-You just close your eyes and focus on the raindrops hitting the window and the wooden walls.”

You silently took a sip from your mug with your one free hand and nodded. “Storms aren’t my favorite.” You chuckled slightly. “You know-“ You started, placing down your mug. You completely turned towards him and smiled softly. “-When I was little, I used to be shit scared of storms, not able to sleep at all. I normally would wake my mum up and beg her to make me some hot chocolate. After that she would drag me back to bed and join me. She used to keep me safe from the storms. Maybe that’s the reason I never got over them. I didn’t want to lose that feeling.”

He smiled sadly. He looked away while he mumbled something. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, which made you curious. “Speak up, pretty boy.” You teased before taking a few sips from your hot chocolate. He turned around with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. “What I said was, you could always look for me in those scenario’s. Most of the time I’ll be awake anyways.”

You were taken aback my this. You kinda thought he didn’t like you. “And thank you sweetheart for the compliment, although you are the pretty one here.” He looked down at his mug and took a sip.

The tention between you two was really tight and you both definitely noticed this. You sat in silence for what felt like forever. Sanji never let go of your hand though. Eventually you started a conversation and before you knew it, the storm was over. It was still really early in the night and you let out a yawn. Sanji laughed and looked at you. “Mademoiselle, I really like the company, but you need your sleep. Are you okay now?” He slowly asked you while letting go of your hand.

You nodded and stood up. Sanji followed you and opened up the door. “I’ll walk you to your room, that’s the least I could do.” You smiled and started walking. The walk was silent but not awkward.

Once you stood in front of your door you turned around. This startled Sanji who was standing right behind you. You stood on your toes gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Sanji.” You smiled as you turned back around. He touched his cheek where you kissed him and he blushed heavily. You were about time to close the door before he whispered. “The offer still stands, remember that. Sweet dreams love.”

He quickly walked away, to the upper deck. He lit up a cigarette and smiled widely. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep after this. You had him all worked up and he let out a sigh.

~~—~~—~~—~~

You got back in bed and smiled to yourself. You closed your eyes and let out a big sigh. You thought about everything that just had happened and got comfortable in your bed.

As you drifted to sleep, you smiled again, finally able to have a good night rest, all thanks to the sweet and loving cook.

[carlossainzwho]

get him back!

carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: not proof-read and swearing

part one | part two | part three | part four below!

now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore

i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring, he argued with me about everything, he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!

she met him in summer, sun shining

left him in the spring, rain pouring

he wouldn't shut his mouth

about all the other girls he could have

such a big red flag,

lied about his height

and a lot more stuff than y/n liked

but in the end

who gives a shit?

but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end another song, another club, another bar, another dance and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!

but the night outs with him were so damn fun

his stupid friends with their drunk asses

one party after another

and never-ending nights

one party after another

'feeling down, y/n?'

next destination, monaco!

so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down if i had to choose, i would say right now,

and so y/n missed those nights

where things would lead to the bed,

but all those times he slept with her friends

could not leave her head

did she really love him?

or hate him?

well...

i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back 'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back

she wanted vengeance

she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry

but also

she wanted him for herself

she missed him so damn much

she wanted revenge, she wanted his love

she wanted to get

him

back!

so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash 'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send' i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

'hi carlos'

'how are you?'

'hi bab- oh wait-

you're not my babe anymore'

but i want you so bad

i need you to kiss me and make me laugh

tell me the jokes you tell to her

i want you

come over

here's my address

but oh

goddamn it, y/n

he's not worth anything

your friends will be so disappointed in you

because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!

it was no surprise

that he left y/n

everyone knew he was a son of a bitch

he went with other girls and told her she was the only one

y/n tried so hard

to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her

but she was her father's daughter

and her father was no coward

y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing

oh, i wanna key his car i wanna make him lunch i wanna break his heart stitch it right back up i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!

f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him

but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him

she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart

but she wanted to be the one

to mend it for him

she wanted to kiss his handsome face

with an uppercut

she wanted to meet his mum

and tell her

how her son is

a

liar

reyesvdec <;/3

monday, 23rd march

hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.

Hello love, of course!

He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!

ok!

thursday, 25th march

reyes, where is carlos?

reyes, i think he's with someone else

what do i do?

reyes, please

please?

today, 3:54 am

i hate your son, reyes

delivered

AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!

what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3

[silantryoo]

non-idol!huh yunjin x non-idol!reader (general)

WARNINGS ; a lot of making out/kissing, jealousy

huh yunjin has always hated you.

at first, you thought nothing of it. maybe she was dealing with stuff at home, maybe she was just taking it out on you. but soon, she had been nonstop pestering you, and went out of her way to annoy you for no reason whatsoever. she simply wanted to see that look on your face.

so you hated her back.

but you couldn't bring yourself to really hate her.

curse her stupid perfect face.

now you were here as the leads of your school's adaptation of '10 Things I Hate About You (1999)'. you were so ecstatic as you watched yunjin's face crumble when she first saw the news, only for yours to fall after realizing that you had to act with her.

you had to kiss her.

now, you always prided yourself with professionalism. in fact, you were fully expecting that your ex-girlfriend, shin ryujin, would've been the one to play keith ledger's character and you were okay with that. you two weren't on bad terms anyways.

you and yunjin however... your fighting had gotten so bad that the director/playwright/senior drama student had had enough of you two.

"y/n." you felt yunjin's sharp glare.

you smiled sarcastically at her. "yunjin."

yunjin frowned as you smirked at her. she hated that you never called her the proper honorifics. it just made her angrier.

"okay!" eunbi cleared her throat, gaining your attention as yunjin continued to glare at you. "i called you here to not fight."

"sunbae, this was a bad idea," you told the older girl, hearing a scoff from yunjin.

"yeah." she snarled at you. "i should've gotten the lead role."

you turned your head toward her, taking a step forward as your faces almost met. her eyes immediately looked down to your mouth as you spoke.

"unless my name changed to 'i' then you are extremely wrong." you snapped back.

eunbi sighed, shaking her head.

she clenched her teeth, her eyes trained on your lips. "did your parents ever regret spending this much money on you?"

"they didn't spend money on me because i got here for my talent." you squinted your eyes. "i'm not some nepo baby."

her eyes snapped back up to you, fire igniting in them.

the huh family was known to be influential across korea. their history dates back to when plays had officially become a thing in the country, yunjin's ancestor's becoming one of the first actresses to ever perform.

yunjin clenched her jaw. "take that back."

you smiled smugly, almost as if you were asking her to hit you.

"can you two stop it?!" eunbi yelled, causing the two of you to jump apart.

you had forgotten that the older girl had been there the entire time, too engrossed in your fight with yunjin.

"thank you." eunbi sighed, walking in front of you. "you know why you're here, right?"

you two nodded, remembering that you had caused eunbi pain in rehearsal as the two of you refused to listen to her anecdotes and only focused on fighting each other.

"i expect the both of you to practice act 4, scene 2." eunbi glared between the two of you as your eyes widened. "together."

"but unnie—"

"eunbi-sunbae—"

"no." she raised her hand. "i can't deal with this, not when the board of directors is attending opening night."

you sighed, looking over to yunjin to only find her glaring at you.

"do you two understand?"

you glared back.

"i said, do you understand?"

almost automatically, your back straightened up. "yes ma'am."

eunbi nodded, satisfied.

"i'll see you tomorrow." she looked between the two of you, tossing yunjin the keys to the facility. "fix this."

the two of you nodded, watching as your senior walked out the theater doors, giving the two of you one last look before she closed it.

you grabbed your script, wanting to get this over with.

"you got me in trouble, you idiot." you heard her mutter under her breath.

"i got you in trouble," you questioned, scoffing in disbelief. she had always started the fights and the arguments. not you. "you got me in trouble."

"how was that my fault?" she shook her head, a sarcastic smirk on her face. she looked you up and down. "do you want to die?"

"so you could get in trouble with eunbi-sunbaenim again?" you faked a sweet smile. "i'd love to."

yunjin gripped her paper as she watched you walk into the dim theater light, your face perfectly framed. she felt her ears get hot. "you're so annoying."

"can we just practice these lines and leave?" you asked, looking at the clock that read 5:30PM. "she never said to get along. she said to fix this."

"i'm trying, idiot." she rolled her eyes, standing on the blocking that was made earlier that day. "just start."

you nodded and went to open your script, only to realize that you had forgotten where you had left off. "which scene did she say we had the most trouble on?"

"act 4, scene 2." yunjin shook her head. "learn to listen."

you gave her the middle finger. "fuck off."

you made your way in front of her, the two of you standing so close that you could feel each other's breath.

you felt a blush coming up your neck as yunjin muttered through her lines, waiting for you to start. you cleared your throat.

"you were paid to take me out by the one person i truly hate." you acted out, trying your best to convey the pain your character was feeling. "i knew it was a set up!"

your character stormed away, yunjin grabbing your hand to stop you. you knew that she was supposed to drop it right after, but she didn't.

you didn't know why, but you didn't want to call her out for it.

"kat," yunjin begged, almost convincing enough to fool you that she cared. "it wasn't like that okay?"

"really? what was it like?" you took a step towards her, watching her eyes move down to your lips. "a down payment now and then a bonus for sleeping with me?"

"no! i didn't care about the money!" yunjin swallowed. "i cared..."

you watched as she took a deep breath, almost as if she was trying to calm herself down.

"i cared about you."

you frowned, glancing lightly at your script. "you are so not who i thought you were."

you went to turn, only for yunjin to pull you back into her arms. you waited for the next part, the part where her character was meant to kiss you.

you stared at her.

"well? aren't you supposed to kiss me now?" you mocked, her eyes glaring at your mouth. "or are you too much of a pus—"

yunjin smashed her lips into yours, almost painfully. you could feel the desperation behind it, causing you to widen your eyes before kissing back.

you felt the older girl smirk against your mouth. she knew that you had to pull away, but you didn't. you couldn't. not when huh yunjin, the bitchest person in the world, happened to be the best kisser that you had ever had the displeasure of meeting.

now you hated her for two things; her stupid good looks, and the way she could make you melt with the touch of her lips.

"wait, yunjin." you pulled back, gasping for air. you looked down, realizing that the two of you had dropped your scripts on the ground. "the lines—"

"shut up." she growled, pulling you back in.

yunjin didn't know why she was kissing you. she didn't know why she wanted to. all she knew was that she had been waiting for this for so long.

it was like gasping for air. you were her air.

you pulled back, hearing the familiar sounds of twice's 'love foolish' playing from your phone.

"my phone's ringing." you muttered against her lips, slightly bruised from yunjin's doing.

"i don't care."

she pulled you in again, addicted to the taste of the watermelon bubble gum that you always chewed on during rehearsal. she hated when you did that, finding it too distracting to focus.

you were just too distracting.

your phone rang again, causing you to pull away with a groan.

you walked towards the edge of the stage, yunjin watching you as her chest heaved from the lack of air.

"unnie." you answered your phone, looking at the time. your eyes widened. 6:00PM. "yeah, i'm on my way out."

you hung up and turned around to the blonde. you licked your lips before speaking.

"my sister—"

"whatever." yunjin rolled her eyes, fixing her hair. "of course you'd bail."

"i didn't bail, you idiot." you grabbed your bag as you decided to stop in front of a mirror before heading out. "you are so annoying."

she watched as you walked down the stage stairs. "i hope you slip on the way to your car."

without looking back, you lifted your middle finger behind you, a smile showing on your face as you heard her scoff.

you had practiced the monday after, and while you didn't mind, your brain was plagued with thoughts of yunjin.

your sister had figured out in the car that you had very obviously kissed someone as seen by your bruised lips. you had ended up going to her for help, trying to get rid of the sore feeling the morning after.

who knew kissing could hurt so much.

still, you found yourself dreaming about yunjin in less violent ways than before. you wondered whether or not she had expected something like this to happen between the two of you because you surely did not.

you shook your head as you tried not to think about it. girls were confusing anyways.

"how did you guys manage to get worse?" eunbi looked through her script as the cast watched idlily from the side, just wanting practice to end ten minutes ago. "the play is in two weeks! why did i pick you for the lead role?"

you bowed down, yunjin following your suit. "sorry, eunbi-sunbaenim."

"no, you're fine on your end." eunbi sighed, looking at the blonde beside you. "yunjin, switch out with ryujin. i need to see something."

from the corner of your eye, you watched as yunjin stiffened. she nodded, hesitantly walking down as she looked at you without her usual glare. instead, her sharp eyes met ryujin's.

you furrowed your eyebrows as ryujin stood in front of you, listening to eunbi scold the living hell out of yunjin who didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but you.

you felt yourself blush.

"don't worry about it too much, okay?" ryujin whispered, her cat-like dimples coming through. she always knew how to calm you down. "eunbi-unnie always gets like this."

"okay." you nodded, sending her a smile.

you looked over to eunbi, her face serious as she nodded at you and ryujin.

"start whenever."

the two of you nodded, acting out the scene as eunbi intended.

yunjin watched, expressionless as you reenacted what was supposed to happen the practice before. she hated that you seemed so sincere about your feelings for your ex. she hated how a small blush dusted your face as you stormed out after the older girl kissed you.

yunjin hated everything.

"that was what it was supposed to look like." eunbi pointed at you and ryujin, both of you bowing. "you understand, yunjin?"

she clenched her teeth. "yes."

"yunjin and y/n," eunbi called out to you. "i expect both of you to stay later."

"i can't." you shook your head. your sister had an exam that day, and you didn't want to take the bus when it was pitch black outside. "i don't have a ride home."

"i'll drive you home." yunjin offered almost immediately.

you shook your head, not wanting to bug the blonde girl. "it's fine."

"i said i'll do it."

you inhaled, watching as eunbi's eyes were on you expectedly. feeling pressured, you found yourself nodding to your director's pleasure.

"i'm serious when i say i want it fixed." eunbi pointed at the two of you before addressing the cast. "i'll see you guys in three days."

everyone bowed, eunbi clapping to dismiss them as she handed yunjin the keys.

she hoped that whatever was going on with the two of you could be fixed. she cast the two of you for a reason.

"let's get this over with." you stretched as you made your way to your blocking.

"you had fun kissing ryujin on stage, huh?" yunjin scoffed, walking in front of you as she placed her feet over the taped 'x'.

you squinted, not sure what she meant. "what are you talking about?"

"earlier." yunjin clenched her jaw.

"so what if i did?" you smirked, watching as her frown deepened. "ryujin's pretty."

she looked at you for what seemed like a while, an unknown rage spilling from her eyes.

"just start," she commanded in a monotone voice.

you nodded, not sure why she was so upset.

"you were paid to take me out by the one person i truly hat—"

yunjin grabbed the back of your neck, kissing you with a vigor that you never expected from her. but unlike before, she had been softer, almost trying to show off that she knew exactly what you had wanted.

it felt as if she was trying to prove something.

you pulled away gently, your eyes furrowed.

"why do you keep kissing me?" you asked.

"shut up." her eyes hardened, pulling you in for another kiss.

"i'm serious." you pushed her arms, trying to prevent her from kissing you. "you're so confusing."

she pulled you in gently, tasting the leftover watermelon flavour as she felt you squeeze her biceps.

for once, yunjin wasn't angry anymore.

she pulled back, her lips hovering over her mouth. "don't kiss anyone else again."

you shook your head, causing the older girl to frown. "you aren't my girlfriend."

"fine." she gave you a light peck. "be my girlfriend then."

you pulled back, almost jumping out of her arms as she groaned.

"what?"

"are you deaf?" she rolled her eyes. "be my girlfriend."

"no!" you shook your head, trying to process what was happening. "you hate me, remember?"

yunjin pursed her lips, wondering if she ever actually did. "well, i don't want you kissing anyone else."

you stared at her for a moment, watching as she gave you the same look that she had always given you, except this time, you noticed where they were trained.

oh.

"you don't hate me." your mouth hung open. "why have you been acting like such a bitch then?"

yunjin swallowed, looking away. "i don't know."

you smirked, walking up toward the older girl. you stopped in front of her. "apologize then i'll be your girlfriend."

"no."

"fine," you shrugged, loving the fact that you were holding something like this about her head. "i guess i'll find ryuji—"

"i'm sorry that you're so annoying to look at." she smiled sarcastically as she watched your face drop. "but your laugh makes my chest hurt. and you make me want to kiss that stupid look off your face."

your eyes widened, realizing what she was saying. "you... like me?"

"no." yunjin backed up, her face bright red. "you're annoying."

"so you like me a lot."

yunjin swallowed, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "shut up."

"i mean, i do too." you smiled, a real one this time as yunjin looked at you with a shocked face. "you just got on my nerves."

yunjin walked towards you. "you like me?"

you smirked at her reaction. "who's the deaf one now?"

"date me."

you could feel her breath on your face.

"why should i?"

her eyes were locked onto your mouth once more. "do you want me to kiss someone else?"

you shook your head with a frown.

"then date me."

"fine."

"fine."

the two of you looked at each other, feeling as the tension between you dissipated for the first time in... ever.

"what now?" she asked you, slightly lost.

"i don't know." you shrugged. you picked up the crumpled papers on the ground. "should we just practice the scene?"

"okay." yunjin nodded, following your lead. she turned around to find you standing perfectly in the light, staring at her with a smirk. her chest started to hurt. "stop fucking looking at me."

you rolled your eyes.

"why are you so angry at me all the time?" you questioned. "i can't date you if you're like that."

"looking at you makes me angry." yunjin explained, moving her hair out of her face. "i told you, didn't i?"

"fine, whatever." you sighed, trying your best to come up with a solution. "how about whenever you feel angry, you can kiss me. sound fair?"

yunjin's face went stoic, but you could tell by her eyes that she agreed. "whatever."

and for the first time ever, you and yunjin managed to work together without killing each other, yunjin sticking to your agreement whenever she found herself getting angry once more.

you hated to admit it, but this yunjin was much more attractive than the old one you knew.

eunbi stared at the two of you with impressed eyes.

"that was perfect." she looked around the room, the others as shocked as she was. "how the hell did you guys practice that so well?"

your eyes met yunjin's as she pushed down a smile. "i don't know."

"thank god you guys fixed it. now we're back on track." eunbi smiled. you realized that this was the happiest that you've ever seen her. "and that's the end of rehearsal. i'll see you all tomorrow."

you watched as eunbi discussed with the choreographer, leaving you to thank the others who were commending you and yunjin for a job well done.

ryujin gave you a thumbs up as you nodded in acknowledgment. you felt an arm wrap around your waist.

"yunjin."

"y/n." she smiled at you. "you looked good."

"thank you." you looked down at her lips, watching as she smirked. "you too."

"let's go out somewhere."

"you're so demanding."

"you like it though."

"shut up."

> main masterlist.

[apocalypseornaw]

Bad Idea

Bobby told you to stay away from Sam. You knew he wasn't the same man you'd known after Dean's death, you knew he was involved with Ruby but despite all of that you had to make one final plea rather to say goodbye or remind him of who he was

Warnings: cursing,mention of blood drinking?, NSFW stuff happening

It'd taken you two days to track Sam down between hunts. You weren't sure what you would say when you got to him or even if he'd speak to you, chances were Ruby was following him around like an annoying evil bitch of a puppy that you'd love nothing more than to stab with her own knife.

You pulled up to the outside of a motel that couldn't be described as anything but shitty and you had squatted in a few abandoned houses with the boys and Bobby in the past on hunts. You weren't sure what to expect but you parked your mustang next to the impala which would always be easy to spot. You'd called ahead and had luckily guessed what alias Sam had used.

You locked your car then walked to the door of room two fifty five. You owed it to Dean and to Sam to at least try to get him to come to Bobby's with you. You knocked after checking that you had holy water in your jacket pocket and the feel of your gun at your back was a familiar weight.

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A moment later the door opened to reveal a haggard looking Sam. Dark circles under his eyes along with a hollow look in them. It hurt you to see him like this. "Y/N what are you doing here? How did you find me?" You pushed past him into the room, clocking every corner to ensure it was just him before you said "I may not be Dean but I do know you pretty well"

He raised both eyebrows slightly then a smirk almost appeared on his face but he quickly buried it "Well you found me. What do you want? I mean I'm not coming back to Bobby's" you nodded turning to face him "I figured that. Look I just wanna talk. Is it just gonna be you? I mean can I take my jacket off or am I gonna have to fight that black eyed skank before the night's out, cause honestly I haven't been having the best last few weeks either so I'm down to play either way"

He laughed at that, the sound was a hollow echo of his usual laugh. "She's not coming here" you nodded. You pulled your jacket off and draped it across his duffle bag. "Gonna lay your gun down or am I a threat?" You shrugged "I don't want to consider you a threat" you laid the gun down on top of your jacket then turned to face him. He wasn't high, he looked like maybe he'd hit withdraws, rather lack of blood from Ruby not being around or his own choice you weren't sure.

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"Why are you doing this Sam? I get it, losing Dean hurt. Hell it hurt me and Bobby too" he cut you off by shaking his head "Y/N no offense but you didn't watch your only family get ripped to shreds by a hellhound because he made a deal to save your life"

His words hurt on some level of course but you knew the Winchesters well enough to know their defense mechanisms. "He might have been your only blood left but he's not your only family Sam. I'm here, Bobby would be there for you. We love you"

He took a step towards you and it took everything in you to keep your feet planted. He wouldn't normally be a threat to you but this Sam? The air around him felt off, wrong. He wasn't quite the man you'd known for years but you knew that man was still in there. "Then why did you just drop into a fighting stance?" He asked glancing down towards your body. You hadn't realized you moved until he pointed it out, you'd done it on instinct alone.

"I haven't seen you in weeks Sam. I want to trust that I'm safe with you but some of the choices you're making doesn't help" He nodded stepping even closer to you and this time you allowed yourself the movement of stepping back, putting breathing room between you and him put also putting your back to a wall.

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You glanced towards your jacket and the gun that laid atop it. You had a knife stuck into your boot but could you really use it on Sam?

He chuckled darkly placing a hand on either side of your head meaning he effectively had you trapped between his body and the wall "You forgetting I know you too? You just clocked your gun and the knife that's in your left boot" the last words he spoke you could feel his warm breath fanning over your neck "Could you kill me? Be honest"

You turned to meet his eyes. Fuck he was close and despite everything you could feel your stomach jerk when his eyes trailed over your body. Why the hell had you come here alone? You swallowed hard "To save my life? Yeah I could kill you" he smiled "I've always loved that damn fire about you"

His head lowered to your neck, causing a gasp to escape you when his tongue flicked out over your pulse point. "I've always thought about how it would be" "What?" You asked, trying to control your breathing. This wasn't how you expected the night to go.

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He leaned back to be eye to eye with you "Why did you really come here? When I know for a fact Bobby would've told you not to, that I'm too unpredictable and unreliable now" "I couldn't say goodbye to you without it being face to face" you replied and he smiled again "So you're here to say goodbye?"

You nodded, your gaze flicking down to his lips then back up to his eyes. "Yeah, I am" "I don't think that's all you want" you couldn't think straight. So much had happened in such a short time. You'd fucking missed him so much and damn you'd wanted him for years.

"Fuck it" you muttered before pulling him down to you. The moment your lips touched his he groaned into the kiss. You tangled your fingers into his hair tugging roughly as he deepened the kiss, rolling his tongue against yours. His large hands gripped your hips tightly causing you to gasp against his lips.

He broke away from you long enough to rest his forehead against yours "You want this?" You nodded, not trusting your voice but he shook his head "Verbal confirmation Y/N" "I want this" you spoke and he grinned "Good"

His hands went to the hem of your shirt and you moved to help him pull it over your head. He chucked the thin material behind him then leaned down to take one of your clothed breasts into his mouth. "Fuck Sam" you groaned, feeling your knees weaken and the wetness between your legs grow. He smiled against your chest "I love that"

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Before you knew it he had your bra off along with his shirt and was moving to pull your jeans off your legs. "I'll take my time later but right now I want to feel that pretty little pussy stretched around me"

He kicked his jeans off then picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and lining himself up with your opening "You're sure?" He asked one final time "Just fuck me Sam" you begged and that was all it took. He buried himself inside of you with one thrust.

Your head fell back in a silent scream. Fuck he was big. He moved to support your back against the wall, catching your lips in a hungry kiss while he let you adjust to him. You chased his lips even as he pulled back to look at your face "I'm good. Just move please"

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He sat a grueling pace, each thrust of his hips making you see stars despite the chances of your back being bruised the following day from it digging into the wall behind you.

Your fingers dug into his forearms, looking for something to ground yourself amongst the pleasure coursing through your body. "Can you take more baby?" He asked and you nodded "I can take it" he shifted his hips just slightly but it was enough to push you over the edge. Your vision went hazy around the edges when your orgasm washed over you, your fingernails biting into his skin.

You could feel his thrusts getting sloppily and knew he was close. You moved your hand just enough to push his sweat soaked hair out his face "Come for me Sam. Fill me up, let me feel it" at your words his thrusts got harder and faster, his eyes screwed shut as he chased that release. His hands were gripping you hard enough to leave bruises but you didn't care. When he buried himself deep inside of you with one final thrust the feeling of his release pushed you over the edge causing you to tighten around him as another orgasm washed through you.

He laughed breathlessly leaning his forehead against yours "Was that our goodbye or can I have a little more time with you?" You turned your head to catch his lips in a lingering kiss "You can have a little more time"

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He turned with you in his arms to walk over to the bed. He laid you down, gently pulling out "I was hoping I'd get a little longer with you if this is goodbye" you reached for his hand and pulled him onto the bed with you "No more talking"

The only proof Sam had of the night between you and him ever happening was a letter he found a week later in his jacket pocket that read "Find me if you figure out where you truly belong"

He shoved it back into his pocket before following Ruby out the door of the place he was currently squatting at. He had to do things his way and you deserved better than he could give.

Part 2

[thewidowsghost]

Two Becomes Three - Pt. 1 (Dina Woodward x Ellie Williams x Reader)

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Anonymous asked:

Hi, Kat! How are you? I was wondering if you'd write a Dina x Ellie x R from The Last of Us, where R and Dina are dating first, and they fall in love with Ellie too?

Here we go!

Ellie wakes up with a knock on the door.

“Oh, shit,” Ellie mutters, swinging her legs out of the bed and stumbling over to the door. “Fuck.” She opens the door. “Hey.”

“Mornin’” (Y/n) smiles warmly at the young woman, their friend Jesse standing over by the gate to the door.

“Sorry,” Ellie says apologetically. “I totally overslept. Just give me a minute, and I’ll get dressed.”

“Heard you had quite a night after I left,” (Y/n) teases, leaning against the doorframe.

“I . . . she kissed me. It was just Dina being Dina. She didn’t mean anything by it,” Ellie looks wide-eyed at her friend.

“I was talking about your fight with Seth. Wait . . . you kissed Dina?” (Y/n) knew about the kiss already, of course. She lets the silence hang in the air before she smiles slightly. “I’m messin’ with you, hun. I know. Get dressed.”

“You’re the worst,” Ellie tries to sound angry, but a smile crosses her face.

Ellie closes the door to her little house, trying to stop the furious flush that had crept onto her face.

“Get your stuff together, we’re already late!” (Y/n) calls through the closed door.

“Hey, is Joel up?” Ellie asks (Y/n) through the door.

“We got reports of infected out north. Maria sent him and Tommy out early to scout.

“That sucks,” Ellie replies, grabbing her boots by the door.

“Yep. Can’t imagine they got much sleep. Definitely not as much as you,” (Y/n) teases.

“Shut up. I was just about to get up,” Ellie grumbles.

“Mm-hmm,” (Y/n) replies.

“I was,” Ellie opens the door of her house.

“Got everything?” (Y/n) asks.

“Yes,” Ellie replies. “Hey,” she rests a hand on (Y/n)’s arm, and she meets Ellie’s gaze. “We’re okay, right?”

“Mh-mmm,” (Y/n) smiles at the young woman.

“I didn’t want you to think –” Ellie can’t keep her flush down and (Y/n) can notice it – though she is unsure whether Ellie is just cold, due to the snow falling around them, or embarrassed.

“Ellie,” (Y/n) stops, turning and gently lifting Ellie’s chin, to keep her looking into her eyes. “We’re good. Promise.”

“Okay,” Ellie whispers, gazing into (Y/n)’s (E/c) eyes. (Y/n) gazes right back, studying the splash of freckles across her nose, and her beautiful forest green eyes.

. . .

“When you go out,” Maria tells Jesse, “I want you to trade off with Tommy and Joel. Those boys have been up for far too long.”

“Where do I meet them?”

“If you go up to the northwest Lookout, they’re scheduled to arrive later today. Watch yourself. I mean, there’s too many sightings of infected recently.

“Of course, I was gonna check out the creek trails. I’ll need someone else to cover it,” Jesse glances back at (Y/n) and Ellie walking together behind them.

“Ellie . . . you know the creek trails?”

“Not really,” Ellie replies.

“Dina and (Y/n) have done it a bunch. I’ll have the three of them take it.”

“That solves that,” Maria says.

. . .

“Yo, Dina, assignments!” Jesse calls over the fence to the woman having a snowball fight with some kids.

“Just gimme a minute!” Dina replies, rolling her eyes playfully at Jesse.

“Will you get your girlfriend to the stables, please?” Jesse asks Ellie.

“She . . . Oh my god,” Ellie grumbles. “Hey, Dina! Can I talk to you?”

“Hey, guys?” Dina calls to the kids. “I’m tapping out!”

“Come on! For how long?”

Dina gets to her feet, walking over to Ellie and (Y/n) – who had just joined Ellie at the fence. She smiles warmly at her girlfriend, and then shyly at Ellie.

Before Ellie can say anything, she gets hit in the shoulder with a snowball. “Ow!” Ellie says reflexively, the snowball exploding snow all over her and (Y/n).

“What the fuck?” Dina asks the kid.

“I’m not even playing!” Ellie yells back.

“‘Cause you’re a chicken? Ha ha! You’re a chicken!” the boy teases.

“I hate this kid to much,” Ellie mutters.

“You wanna fuck him up?” Dina asks Ellie.

“Yeah, yeah I do,” Ellie replies, glancing around to see if Maria and Jesse were still around.

“You asked for it!” Dina threatens the children playfully.

Both Ellie and (Y/n) hop over the fence.

. . .

“So Jesse wants us to do the creek trails,” Ellie tells Dina as they head towards the stables. “He’s gonna relieve Joel and Tommy.”

“Oh, it’s nice he assigned us together. You’re gonna like this route,” Dina exchanges a look with (Y/n).

As they reach the stables, a man sitting outside says, “Morning, girls.”

“Morning!” Dina says brightly.

“Hey ladies! I’ll bring ‘em in,” another man – out in the yard with the horses – tells the three.

. . .

The three horses trot through the snow, following the flowing water of the creek.

They reach a half-destroyed building.

“You can tie Shimmer up here,” (Y/n) gestures to some of the old piping.

“Hey, you wanna see something spectacular?” Dina asks Ellie.

“You’re gonna point at your face, aren’t you?” Ellie shoots back. (Y/n) shakes her head, amused, watching her girlfriend and their friend flirt so effortlessly.

“Nothing is that spectacular,” Dina replies.

“Oh, brother,” Ellie mutters, and then she turns, as though just remembering (Y/n) was there, but (Y/n) just smiles.

“Come on, then,” (Y/n) says, grinning.

Sliding through the gap in the wall, they overlook the balcony. The view in front of them – a cloudless blue sky, and the city of Jackson spreads below them.

“What do you think of this view, huh?” Dina asks Ellie.

“It’s really nice,” Ellie replies, leaning against the rail.

“Yeah, this route has its perks,” Dina smiles at Ellie.

Ellie smiles back, and then she smiles over at (Y/n).

“Where do we sign in?” Ellie asks.

“Come on,” Dina replies, sighing softly. She walks past, and (Y/n) helps her back through the gap in the wall.

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[jungjungmochi]

Unspoken Feelings

- Berleezy x Fem! reader

- 3rd person point of view

- Reader is Krysta’s sister

- This might be short and I’m so sorry! It’s probably so bad and I’m really sorry! But I’d been in a hurry to update you guys. I had a lot going on with my apartment and stuff but I’m now present and hopefully this will get you through!

- Angst to Fluff

- Summary: Even if the relationship didn’t last, biting down on the tongue hurt. So, with a bit of awkwardness, hurt feelings, and the push from your sister, it was time to confess with the unspoken words. Wanting to fix it all.

If someone had ever approached you, told you that you wouldn’t last with Berlin, it would’ve made you give out the biggest laugh of your life. Not you and Berlin. The couple that did almost everything together, the couple that showed up in videos, the girlfriend that always did photo shoots for the merchandise. The supportive girl and her protective boyfriend who cuddled her at night, assured her everything would be okay. It felt unreal. But it was the reality, and it hurt thinking about the way it would be the truth, even if you didn’t want to accept the reality. Every bit of what someone would say, was true.

It was rough remembering the split from Berlin, Krysta remembered seeing your tears. She felt for you, her intentions to introduce you was to never watch you two fall apart, it was to never watch you both get hurt. And sometimes it took you to assure when she apologized a thousand times that it wasn’t her doing and she shouldn’t take the blame for the miscommunication that both of you had. Having to give her a talk about how it was your relationship and not her responsibility to worry about something she had no ill intentions for. She remembered showing Berlin a photo of you, which turned into him being genuinely attracted, which became the desire to meet. And when it happened, you wanted nothing more than to be together from there.

It was like any other day, today work called in early, as much as you despised opening, you still preferred to secure your job and money. Not wanting to go without, so you’d stick around for a few hours of your shift. Which is what you did, and now after the dreading hours of trying to keep calm and not explode on the rude customers you had for the day, it was time to sink into the comfort of your home. “Oh you’re home from work!” Krysta smiled. “Girl please. It was the worst. I hated it! Some girl came in yelling at me and it didn’t help that I couldn’t hit her! She stood there and complained for an hour before she was told to leave. I couldn’t reason with her.” You scoffed at the thought of the lady from earlier. This caused your sister to let out a laugh as she shakes her head slightly. “Well. Y/n. You can’t fight customers. Sadly. So I’m glad you didn’t hit her.” She hums. Yeah, glad. You were happy you didn’t either, you were still upset, hurt. And had anger from your break up.

These feelings didn’t go by easily, even your sister could sense they were still there. She knew, and deep down she wanted to make sure you’d always be okay no matter what. Even if it felt like your three-year relationship was really a waste of memories. “Look. Y/n, if you want us to stop being friends. We can. I won’t hang out with him…” she said. At least you knew she always had your back, but you had no reason to make your sister stop her friendship. Mainly because it was never her fault in the first place. "No, Krysta. I'm not going to make you stop your friendship with him. It's not your fault that things between us ended." you assured. She still felt bad, she hated seeing you so down, knowing you still love him, even though you made it obvious based on your reactions upon hearing his name. "Besides that. Would you like to go out and eat tonight?" she asked. A small smile had formed on your lips. "Sure, later tonight we can go. I need to get out of these damn clothes," you said as you smiled at her. She always knew a way to cheer you up.

The sounds of people chattering filled the room, but it wasn't so bad after all. Being able to sit at the table and eat with your sister, share a laugh, and have some drinks, which drinking has never fully been your best suit. You remember the time Berlin damn near exploded upon hearing that you walked home drunk late at night. But, once again, he was there. Because he made sure he would find you and get you home and well taken care of. Krysta couldn't scold you though since she would be sober if you did get drunk.

"This ended up being better than I thought." you giggled lightly with the small tint on your face. "I did dread work today, so this makes up for the work I've been doing, which sucked because my manager never has my back," you mumbled under your breath. The waiter walked over and he smiled. "Everything going good?" he asked as you two hummed. "Can I get another one of these?" you pointed to the glass. Krysta kept her eyes on the man, making sure he wouldn't say or try anything. "Of course." he smiled, taking the cup before walking away. Sighing, you glanced at your sister. "You don't have to stare him down so hard," you replied as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's my job to look out for you when you drink a lot. Guys are creeps. Y/n. You need some form of security." she stated.

Upon hearing those words, you thought of him, the times Berlin had assured you and made you feel safe despite the setting you two would always be in. It felt like hell now without him, would you being careless be enough? would it regain his attention so he would stop being stubborn?. Maybe he would hear you out but the desire of his attention was too much. He would never hear you out, let it go. "Has Berlin always...be strong-minded?" you asked. The question was sudden but Krysta cleared her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked as you sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if his strong mind is what makes him feel like he doesn't have to hear me." you frowned as she did too. "What? That's nonsense, Berlin would hear you out." she hums.

The doubt sank in. "No. Because he doesn't love me."

Then the tears welled up. "He never did."

Why couldn't you forget him? "I mean why?"

All you wanted was for him to listen. "He broke up with me."

And were you to blame? "He told me it was my doing.."

Would he ever listen? "He wouldn't even stop for a second."

Did he still think of you? "Maybe he's moved on."

Krysta hated this, watching as you crumble and wonder if you were really in the wrong. But she didn’t have time to comfort because ole and behold, Berlin was there. She couldn’t help but clear her throat as she had grabbed your hands. “Y/n that’s not the case. Berlin loves you.” She said. “He didn’t even take the time to listen to me, he just assumed I was cheating, and that shit hurt.” You huffed. Your sister could only shake her head, why couldn’t you two just make up? That’s all she wanted. “I don’t want him to think the worst. But he’s not even willing to hear my half of the story. So the reality is that we won’t ever piece our relationship back together.”

Berlin was always hyping you up and when he let you go out with the girls. You recalled getting dressed cute, makeup going, hair going. You felt good about yourself, even coming to the time he told you how good you looked. And the idea of that night when you kissed his lips and told him sweet words before you left, you always put Berlin before them and didn’t mind staying home to watch movies with him on some days you didn’t wanna be bothered with the outside world. He was always so sweet and willing to do everything for you as you were him, but your heart always aches when you recall the ending, the moment he accused you of cheating.

How could he? His y/n was no cheater but he just had to assume you were cheating because you hung out with a guy friend. Did Berlin have no recollect concept that your friend wasn’t into women to begin with? He was so damn cruel that night. Assuming that guy was taking you home, calling you a cheater in front of all those people and some actually believing him. Krysta never once accused you or believed you were, the simple fact and thing was that he was a ticking temper bomb. And at any moment anything could trigger him to react to situations, even if it wasn’t that serious to need a reaction of his. And you remembered the nights Krysta had to lay awake with you. Comforting you through that heartbreak and false accusation of his, going far as to listen to you cry for hours, cry yourself to sleep. She had no words, only comfort by listening and you were forever thankful your sister would listen to you that long, putting her sleep schedule behind for you.

“Y/n. He thought you were cheating…that’s why you need to talk to him. You can’t keep letting the idea of him break you like this. I know somewhere deep down you wanna be with him” she frowned as she shakes her head. “But you can’t if you can’t speak to him, if you don’t. He’ll go his whole life thinking you wanted anyone but him.” She hums softly. Somewhere deep down, you knew Krysta was right. Even if you never ended up with Berlin again, she was right about clearing the air with him after the accusations. “Look. I’m gonna go use the restroom. Berlin’s here…” she mumbled before getting up to use the restroom. Somewhere in you, you couldn’t help but keep your head down as the guy brought the drink before walking away. Fighting the urge to turn around and glance at him, you missed him so bad, you wanted to look back at Berlin so bad.

But it seems, you didn’t have to glance to know he walked over to you. “So you’re out again.” He said as you look at him with a hint of curiosity before humming. “I came out to eat with Krysta.” You spoke, grabbing the drink to take a sip. “Are you sure that’s the cause?” He asked. Dear God no, there he goes giving attitude, that tone of being right, digging under your skin. And in this state of mind? You couldn’t help but grip the glass tighter. “Don’t accuse me of looking for a boyfriend.” Your tone now giving him the same attitude back. “Oh I thought you were very happy in that relationship of yours.”. And the sarcasm dripped off his tongue, how could he be just so, annoying with it.

Krysta watched in fear of what might come next. “You know. You don’t know anything about that night because you refused to listen. So is it really my fault that you remained stuck up and felt right? You thought I wanted to cheat on you?. Please Berlin, where’s the proof? Where is it besides the accusations your mind made because you’re mentally missing a screw to your brain?” You spat harshly as your voice held venom in it, desiring nothing than to prove his ass wrong for once. “Since you came here to put me on the spot. Let’s talk about you.” You huffed as you stood up, looking up at Berlin in annoyance. “How about the times you went clubbing with the guys and you had girls all upon you? Is it justified because you’re the man? Because it’s just, guy things? Please Berlin, educate me. Oh wait. You can’t because you don’t know shit from that night. Now bite your tongue. And walk away.”. You downed the drink, slamming the glass down before grabbing your bag and walking out the door. Krysta had quickly rushed to pay so she could see you, speak to you about this, but Berlin beat her to it when she noticed he was following you out to the car. Could you two get anymore worse?.

Berlin had grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. “So you think drinking is going to help?” He asked as you groaned loudly. “What’s going to help? You weren’t so concerned about help when you left me. Wouldn’t listen to me! You know what Berlin!” You spoke loudly, pulling you arm away. “You can’t claim to love someone and be the reason love hurts. Did you ever love me if you don’t trust me? In fact. I’m done crying tears over you. I’m done crying and crying, and grieving a whole relationship you didn’t care about. You threw our three years worth of love down the drain for your ego! And you have the nerve to come at me like I want a man. I would have one if you didn’t mean shit to me. I never wanna speak to you again.” You huffed, walking to the car with the anger going through you. Deep down, your sober heart knew it spoke words, but half lies. How could you be over him? You weren’t and you did want to see him again. This is not what Krysta meant when she said to clear the air.

Sitting on the bed in your pajamas, Krysta had watched as you sighed heavily. “That liquor really makes you bold.” She said, trying to lighten the mood. “It does huh? I think I shouldn’t drink it anymore.” You replied more monotone. Never mind, cheering up the mood after that would not happen nor be easy. “No it was a good thing, Y/n. As your sister I think you need that release. This gives Berlin a chance to really consider what this whole breakup has done. To realize that he’s wrong, and to give you a chance. But I need to push you to do it. To make peace and if you never end up together again, who cares. You two have unspoken words. It’s obvious with that tension from earlier.” She nods her head, trying to encourage you to make the move to speak to him again. It would require something, that push.

“When I watched you two, I clearly noticed the tension and I noticed the hurt you both felt. He refuses to speak to you about it but don’t make it easy for him to avoid it till you speak your peace. Let it go. Off your chest. Talk.” She frowned as she rubs your arm gently. And you knew she was right, you two required peace. Something between you two, bad blood mainly, was the whole reason it felt the relationship was crumbling around the two of you. “I’ll try…”

Trying? Now it’s been three weeks and you had plenty of time to try and piece this back together and you couldn’t find a way to fix it. Berlin had took what you said to heart, and you figured he did when Jojo called to check on you and the subject of Berlin happened. Today was shop day, you got invited to go with your sister and some part of you wanted to decline but again it was Berlin, it was all fixable if you both allowed the other to express that heartache felt that night. Sticking the casual but cute outfit of yours, not wishing to stand out too much since your sister always had a thing in telling you what would be best to wear for something’s. She really was the best part of your heavy days.

Upon walking the mall in attempt to bring up the mood, your sister had been looking at outfits for you two. And everything was super cute for whatever plans might come up. “I’m telling you. You’ll look cute in this dress! Can’t go wrong with a bit of red unless it’s styled incorrectly.” She giggled as you chuckled behind her. “Right. Because red is the color everyone can magically pull off. But I guess trying the dress on wouldn’t hurt.” You nodded your head. She squealed with excitement before skipping away to find someone in the store that could give you some access to the changing rooms.

Standing by the clothes, and beautifully lined dresses, you hadn’t expected anyone else to be around. “Excuse me…just wanted to come over and say you were beautiful.” The guy spoke. That’s when your eyes looked at the guy, he was pretty handsome in your eyes. “Awe. Thank you.” You hum, giving a gentle smile. You’d hope with that he wouldn’t push too much, but it was worth a shot. He’d nod his head before giving a response. “I actually spotted you earlier and I got nervous so I couldn’t find the words to tell you that but I gained some confidence to come and say it now.”. Poor guy, he was nervous, no lying about that, but he also seemed the pushy type since he thought stepping closer would result in anything better.

“Could we maybe. Exchange numbers? Go out?” He asked, there it was, the date but it’s not a date, type of tone and question. He was pushing his luck. “Ah. Sorry but no thanks.” You chuckled nervously. Hopefully he’d walk away, no means no. Turning your back to walk away and quickly find your sister, he had only hummed. “Sure but you know, you could be a nice girlfriend. I’m sure just one date could prove that we would fit together?” He said. “And I think you’d be a perfect fit for even me.”. That’s when you felt his hand get placed on your shoulder. He was the type of pushy creeps that Berlin had always warned you about running into.

“No seriously. It’s fine.” This time your throat ran dry, nerves. “No really! I swear you’ll like it.” He nods his head with a large smile. This time, you felt the world crashing down but only for a moment. “She said No. now leave her alone.” The stern tone spoke from behind you two. Both turning around to spot Berlin, he looked like he was ready to kill the dude over this. “Now get away from her.” He said harshly. He was still protective huh? That was a good thing to know. “Move it.” Jojo cut in as the guy glanced at the two before quickly leaving the store. You finally felt the relief and ease of breathing, not realizing the guy had you holding a breath. “Thank you..both of you.” You spoke in a low tone. Keeping your eyes down as you didn’t know what to say. “We need to talk.” Berlin grabbed your hand, pulling you away as Jojo watched, clinging his tongue before Krysta stood beside him. “Where are they going?” She asked as he shrugs. “Either an argument or something else, I don’t know.”

Some part of you felt he had something to say but again he could just be using this moment to scold you and accuse you once again of something. That didn’t matter though, since you now stood outside of the mall. “Look Berlin. If you came to accuse me-“ you were cut off by his words. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your eyes had soften a bit as you glanced up at him with a bit of disbelief to his words. “What?” You raised a brow. “I’m sorry. I said. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant when it was just time for you and your sister.” He said. He sounded genuine, good. You felt good knowing he did in fact mean his apology to you. “Berlin…have something I need to say too…” you mumbled in a low whisper. He did still catch on, so he was all ears.

“Krysta told me to get this off my chest. And I owe that to you and myself.” You shake your head. “That night you accused me of cheating, I didn’t mean him at the club with my friends to cheat on you. I went there with them and he was there. But he’s not into women Berlin. Him and I have nothing but friendship for each other. But instead of explaining myself. I want to be honest. I can’t do this without you. I’m having such a hard time without you because I realize I love you too much to let go so easily. That shit at the restaurant? I didn’t mean one word from that.” You frowned

Just say it. “I’m really sorry.”

He needs to know. “I’ve cried and I realize..”

You can do it. “I realize I love you more than myself and I can’t do this life without you Berlin. I know it’s not helping you understand except the nights I stayed up crying and I’m grieving you! I’m grieving you and I just want you to not be mad at me! Because I’d never piss you off purposely! We may have our differences but my heart belongs to you and I’d never cheat! I’m in love with you and one day I wanna call you my husband! Berlin…”.

There it was. The truth. The nights you laid awake crying and imagining your life without him, it hurt, but finally you could be free from the words that held you down all along. “Y/n.” He grabbed your hips. “I love you too. And I’m sorry. And one day…I’ll be your husband because what I feel for you is there. And I miss you.” He admitted. He’d lean down, moving his lips to yours before giving you a loving and passionate kiss. A man of his words, and the relief felt great. “I misjudged your friends, I assumed they had knew all along but they didn’t, they didn’t know cause it was never true.” He frowned. “I made that up in my head and I accused you but it was wrong. It’s lonely not having you interrupt my recording with food and kisses and drinks. And I just want you to always be mine. I miss it. Waking up with you, I miss it.”

That felt good for the two of you, your relationship with him meant the world to you, Berlin had always been there. And the nights of lying awake and wanting to break down into tears. Was finally over because the two of you held the relationship into nothing but miscommunication. Something you’d be sure would never happen again.

[haikyuuwaifu]

5

Genre: Humor

Warnings: Swearing

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Y/N L/N, MITSUKI BAKUGO’S SECRET WEAPON

“What are we doing again Nana?” Eri questioned, looking up at her grandmother. Mitsuki was waiting for the light to cross and she had remained rather tight lipped about their outing. “Nana’s got a surprise for you sweetie. Maybe even better than the other surprise I had for you.” She grunted as the light changed. The duo trudged across the sidewalk and Eri was going to say something else, when she recognized someone sitting outside the cafe. 

“Holy shit!” She shouted, causing the woman and the man with her to laugh. “Nana it’s Y/n!” Eri screamed jumping up and down excitedly. “It sure is kiddo. She’s actually a really good friend of mine.” Mitsuki bragged as Eri made a beeline for her idol. Y/n took a stand from her seat, preparing herself for the small projectile. She was sure the little girl was going to take a jump and she would be right when she found herself jolting back as Eri threw her full weight into the woman’s legs. “I can’t believe you’re here!” She sighed giving Y/n’s legs a squeeze. “Your nana said she needed a favor, so here I am!” Y/n replied, patting the little girls head. “And your Shinsou Hitoshi!” Eri crowed, pointing at Y/n’s friend. “I am!” He shouted, matching her enthusiasm. “Uncle Keigo said he wants to let you do butt stuff, but he won’t tell me what it is.” Eri mentioned, as Y/n took a seat. Eri took a seat in Y/n’s lap and smiled. “Eri, you can sit in your own seat.” Mitsuki sighed, nodding in thanks as Shinsou handed her a coffee. “It’s alright Mitsuki, I don’t mind.” Y/n declared, tucking Eri’s hair behind her ear. “Shinsou and I have been working on a couple of designs. Your nana told me there were different parts of the contest.” Eri nodded enthusiastically as she opened Y/n’s sketchbook. “There’s a scary part where we dress up like monsters, there’s a family portion where we do a theme with our family, and there’s a glamor part where we dress super pretty.” Eri responded, eyes taking in everything on the pages. “Well, Shin and I have been discussing the scary portion since last night. We’ve narrowed a few down. We thought it would be better to discuss with you how you wanted to do the glamor portion and the family portion.” “I wasn’t going to do the family one.” Eri mumbled quietly, as Mitsuki’s face morphed into confusion. “Sweetie you know your dads will dress however you want them to, and you know your uncles and Momo will join in too.” Mitsuki whispered, holding her granddaughters hand. “I don’t have a mom. The other kids in the class point it out all the time.” Eri sighed, leaning back to lay her cheek against Y/n’s chest. “Himiko always says mean things about me not having a mom, and if I do the family part she’s gonna say rude things about me. The other kids always side with Himiko.” Eri sighed as Mitsuki sneered. “I’ve told the teacher’s nana. They always call daddy suki or touya but they’re always working. It’s fine, I’m a big girl and I can deal with it.” Eri smiled, mostly in hopes of placating her grandmother. “Well, we can’t have that.” Y/n stated, wrapping her arms around the girl. “I’ll do the contest with you, and I’ll bring all my friends with me.” She stated, as Shinsou nodded. “There’s no way you aren’t going to win it now.” The man stated, holding out his fist. Eri nodded hitting his fist with her own. “And I can finally tell Himiko to shove it!” Eri declared, raising her fists in the air. The adults around her broke out into laughter, and for the first time in a long time, Eri didn’t feel so alone.

-Y/n is ready to throw hands and so are her friends. However, Y/n can be reasonable so she’ll destroy them where it hurts most <3 Her friends expected that they would be helping in some capacity so there was no point in arguing when she said they were going to dress up.Mina is nervous about making pieces for the show but Y/n knows she’s ready.

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baby scarab || 43

@hutaos-gh0st - Omg wait if reader can’t swim and beach episode does that mean reader drowns and silly little shenanigans ensue

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anon - so what if in baby scarab, (probably) steven has the idea to go out swimming but y/n doesn’t actually no how to swim given the neglectful past but she agrees anyways cause she figures it’ll probably be fine until she somehow gets sucked into the deep end and one of the boys have to save her from like drowning

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anon - so what if in baby scarab, (probably) steven has the idea that they should all go swimming except y/n doesn’t actually know how to swim bc of like sad childhood neglect but she agrees and tries to keep it a secret until somehow she’s forced into the deep end and they have to save her then probably teach her how to swim in the sad little children’s pool (maybe they force a life jacket on her, who knows 🤷‍♀️)

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A/N : BEACH EPISODE

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : AND FOR THE MOMENT YOUVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR-

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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you’d waken up a whole hour earlier than you usually do.

even though you could barely sleep last night due to the excitement of marc, steven, and jake officially adopting you.

you still couldn’t believe that they really wanted you.

they chose you to be their kid.

so it definitely gave you full permission to balance anything and everything on marc’s forehead before he wakes up.

so far you’ve found half used post it notes, some more post it notes but in a different color, one of your empty medicine bottles, a bottle cap, some quarters, and now a couple pennies.

you were placing the last penny on top of the others, when marc’s finger twitches, making you freeze and stare down at him to see if he was waking up.

you didn’t hear his breathing quicken or his heartbeat pick up, so you took that as an okay to keep finding small objects to balance on the pennies.

“what are you doing, child?” khonshu asks as you quietly rummage through a drawer in the kitchen.

“trying to see what else i can balance on marc’s head” you whisper calmly, and he hums.

“did you try those mints?” he asks and you smile up at him, taking the container of mints and walking back to marc.

they were the icebreaker mints, maybe the size or smaller than a dime.

there are still about half a container left, so you could still have some fun at least trying to balance a bunch of mints on top of each other.

you carefully place the first one on top of the penny with a steady hand, looking down at marc to make sure he was still asleep.

“what do we do when he wakes up?” khonshu asks and you snort.

“run away” you smile, and he hums again.

“good luck then, child” he disappears, leaving you to hold your laughter in while balancing more mints on top of each other.

and it was at the fourth one that time seemed to move in slow motion.

one of the mints fell and you froze, preventing you from catching it.

it hit marc on the nose, making him jump up, all the objects falling down to his chest.

“what the hell- y/n!” he exclaims after you as you back up and run to your room, shutting the door and webbing it closed.

you hear marc sigh and get up to walk to the door, attempting to open it.

“y/n i’m not mad in the slightest but what the hell was that?” he asks from the other side of the door.

you chuckle and rip the webs off, opening the door only so you can stick your head out.

“i was seeing how many random items i could stack on your forehead before you woke up” you shortly explain, making marc crack a smile.

“did you see this on your tic tac?” steven asks and you snort.

“it’s tik tok- and no” you say and he hums in acknowledgment.

“so, kid” marc starts, so you open your door all the way to lean on the doorframe to listen better.

“layla and i talked last night, and we thought since it’s the middle of summer, we could all spend a day at the beach” he suggests and you feel yourself smile.

“that is if you can” he starts, and you tilt your head. “you know, because of.. your… just- you know” he stutters and you chuckle shortly.

“say it” you urge on, and marc makes a face.

“you know what i’m talking about, quit being mean” he whines.

“then say it”

“it’s your time of the month, okay?” he answers tensely, making you laugh, hanging onto the doorframe in support.

“yeah but-“

“leave the poor man alone, princesa” jake intervenes, and you snort.

“fine” you mutter, steven taking the silence to speak.

“so do you want to go?” he asks nervously and you make a face.

“of course i do, you really think i’ll say no?��� you ask and you see him shake his head slowly in the reflection of the doorknob.

this makes you scoff lightly. “think positive, stevie” you smile down at the doorknob, then marc interrupts.

“okay, go get ready, i’ll come check on you in ten” he starts walking away when you call his name, making him turn back around.

you look down at the ground before looking back up at him. “i love you” 

that makes him smile. “i love you too” he turns back around while you turn back to your room, going to get changed.

~~~

marc didn’t tell you it was a half hour drive.

but it’s honestly whatever because you got to spend quality back seat time with layla.

she came over to the apartment first, then all of you left in the same car.

layla volunteered to sit in the back with you, leaving marc with jake and steven in the front.

sometimes khonshu would appear in the passenger seat and annoy marc while he was trying to drive.

you were wearing just a plain f/c swimsuit under a pair of shorts and a thin baggy sweater you found in marc’s closet.

you’re surprised he didn’t notice that you stole it from him.

i guess he’s just getting old.

layla was in the middle of showing you all her rings, and where she got them when the car stops, signaling that you’re at your destination.

you weren’t going to lie, you were nervous.

the thing is, you didn’t know how to swim.

and you haven’t told anyone because it’s embarrassing and weird for a teenager to not know how to swim.

but in your defense, you weren’t allowed to go anywhere as a kid, and nobody ever took you out anywhere.

so, it’s really not your fault.

when you would go to the beach by yourself, you would just sit on shore and let the water come to you rather than risk drowning.

“y/n y/n y/n- please put on sunscreen and drink water i don’t want you to get dehydrated” steven starts to rant as you all get out of the car, the bright sun beating down on you.

“let’s go set up” marc nods to the sandy area ahead.

it was packed sand and rocks where he parked, and closer to the water was loose sand.

it was just you guys there, so it must have been a spot him and layla found.

hopefully they didn’t fuck here too, or it would completely ruin it.

you must have been making a face, because marc elbowed you in the ribs as gently as he could.

“whatever you’re thinking, stop thinking it” he tells you, nudging you to walk a bit faster than you were.

layla had already sprinted towards the water, setting down her bags to go crouch down to feel it.

she stood up and came back to you and marc, who met her halfway and set all your stuff down next to hers.

“how is it?” marc asks, to which layla smiles wider.

“it’s perfect” she answers, taking her sweatshirt off to go run back in.

you chuckle and unzip your sweater, making marc gasp when he sees what you’re wearing.

“wait a damn minute- is that mine?” he asks, and you nod.

he gives you a look and shakes his head. “at least ask first”

“sorry” you mutter, and marc reaches a hand up to ruffle your hair.

“it’s alright, don’t beat yourself up” he smiles, and you take the sweater completely off.

over time since the spider bite, you’d noticed that you’d gotten toned compared to what you were before.

“woahhh when did you get ripped?” steven asks once he starts fronting and you feel your face turn red.

“ask the spider” you mumble, covering yourself with your arms.

steven of course was having none of that, and reached carefully to pull your arms away from yourself. 

“don’t hide yourself, you’re with family” he starts. “and besides, i didn’t mean it in a bad way and i’m sorry if i-“

“no it’s okay, it’s just- i said that when i saw it too” you look back down.

“hey, let’s just try to have fun here, alright?” steven asks, letting go of your arms, and gesturing to the lake in front of you, layla running her hands throughout the water.

“yeah, alright” you say, and look nervously towards the lake.

“here goes nothing…” you mumble to yourself.

~~~

it was already a couple of hours that had passed, and you still refused to go out past your shoulders.

marc was suspicious, and it didn’t cross anyones mind that you couldn’t swim.

“come on, it won’t be that bad” jake tried to convince you, holding a hand out as you shake your head.

“i can’t do it, i’m sorry” you tell him and he nods.

“don’t be sorry” he tells you, and you feel the waves start to get bigger and bigger.

you get a bit nervous and both layla and jake start guiding you a bit back to shore, and that was when a huge wave came and submerged you under the water.

it pulled you back and deeper, where you couldn’t touch the bottom, so you tried your hardest to get to the surface as your lungs started to burn.

you heard muffled yelling before you felt yourself being pulled up and out of the water, and basically dragged onto shore.

you were gasping for breath as jake checked over you, layla next to him doing the same and moving to hold your hand.

“what happened? are you okay?” she asks and you nod.

“i’m.. i’m alright” you say, and both of them nod, not seeing anything wrong other than your heavy breathing.

“listen, i probably should have told you guys this but…” you trail off after a minute, sitting up from the sand.

“..i can’t.. i can’t swim” you finish quietly, jake and layla exchanging glances before moving closer to you for comfort.

“you never learned to swim?” jake asks and you shake your head.

“nobody ever taught me. it’s not like i ever went to the beach as a kid” 

“well you didn’t eat raspberries either”

“and that was a good thing, bone head” you raise an eyebrow at marc, layla sitting confused on what he had said.

“anyways, i didn’t think the waves would get that big” you shrug and layla sighs.

“you could’ve told us so that we could help you” she says and you look away from her.

“i know i just- it’s the most embarrassing thing about me” you tell her.

“no it’s not” marc says and you glare in jakes direction to get him to shut up.

“it’s not embarrassing, it’s not your fault” layla defends you and you smile at her.

“maybe if you want to go back in, we can try to teach you the basics” she smiles, making you do the same.

“yeah, i’d like that” you start. “thank you, mom” you mumble, making her smile impossibly wider.

“come on, sweetheart, let’s leave you father here to pout in the sand” layla pulls you up and leads you back to the water, leaving marc to front and gape at your backs as you leave him in the sand to pout.

“it’s alright mate, let them have their fun” steven starts. “and did you hear that? she called layla mom” he says happily.

“so do you” jake mumbles, making steven scoff.

“i do not you knob” he insults, making jake groan at him.

“girls girls, you’re both pretty now shut up” marc says, enjoying watching you and layla bond.

they watched layla teach you the basics on swimming with smiles on their faces.

your record was treading water for twenty three seconds.

overall, it went great.

not including when you almost drowned of course.

but overall great.

you were bonding with your mom, after all.

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A/N : sorry it’s late, i felt unmotivated and i had to work later than i thought. but hope you enjoy, and i’ll see you in three days with more!!

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Rumour Has It| Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Hey!

As I said, I had plans to write part 2 of CAR’S OUTSIDE, so, here we go!

Part 1 to read first: CAR’S OUTSIDE | ELIZABETH OLSEN X READER

Enjoy!

Got any request? Ask or comment in one of my last posts!

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Prompt: When something goes wrong, you and Lizzie know you can't take any more hiding your relationship from the fans.

* * *

“All right, can we start?”

Elizabeth was tense. And aerial. The last night you had been together was still on her mind, because she would never have guessed you were crazy enough to walk into her hotel room like that without people knowing you were together.

Trying to change the course of her thoughts for the interview, she cleared her throat and waited for the interviewer to start asking the questions, but she couldn't stop her thoughts from flying towards the night you spent together in her hotel room.

While she was doing a battery of interviews with MOM, you must have been doing something else in her hotel room, still locked, waiting for the paparazzi to leave the hotel balcony so you could leave.

When the interview ended, Elizabeth went down the stairs towards the exit of the place where she was and ended up being photographed by the paparazzi that were surrounding there as well. Inside the “studio” it was quite cold, so she was wearing a scarf to cover her neck, but when hit by the morning heat, she acted on her own and took the scarf off her neck.

New camera flashes were blinding her eyes, and she sighed as she sat in the seat of the car that would take her back to the hotel, hoping you were still waiting for her and hadn't given up on the special day you had planned.

* * *

“Baby, I'm home!”, she warned as soon as she opened the door. And her eyes widened when she saw Joe sitting next to her on the couch, looking unfriendly. "What happened? Why are you with these shit faces?”

"I could say so much..." Joe began, getting to his feet. “But as I know it was probably unintentional, please, I'll let you see for yourself the mess you're getting yourself into...”

Elizabeth frowned and approached you, who had pursed lips and a serious face, as if something really serious had happened. “Baby, what the hell is he talking about?”

And then she saw. Her name in Trending Topics, the paparazzi picture as she left the interview studio. A huge hickey mark on her neck, just as she took off her scarf.

All of that was bad enough in itself. And the worst thing is that I couldn't explain or lie, let alone say it was a sun mark or allergy because of the scarf. It was clearly a hickey.

"I have nothing to do with your personal life, let alone your sex life, but..." Joe chuckled. "Couldn't they be a little less… wild?"

You smiled. “Joe, sorry, we can try to cover it up. We can make fun of the situation. People don't know about us, they might as well think she's with her boyfriend... you know, some guy. We both dated a lot of men, anyone could have caused this hickey.”

"You can't cover it up, baby..." Elizabeth replied, letting out a little giggle. “Everyone saw it.”

"But they don't know what happened!"

"You do know...", Joe cleared his throat, pointing his cell phone in their direction. There was a picture of you walking out with shopping bags in both hands. “The paparazzi got what they wanted, they stayed here all night after you two and you were careless enough to go back to the hotel where Elizabeth is holding two shopping bags full of stuff, JUST WHEN I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE HERE NO WAY!"

You looked at Elizabeth, lost. “I think I fucked up…” you whispered. "Shit, I'm sorry Lizzie, if I had been careful..."

She wrapped her hand around you and pulled you close. “It wasn't your fault, love. We should have thought better of how we were going to do it when dawn came…” she whispered back. And then she looked at Joe. “You know what? I think we both made a good mistake, even.”

He was confused for a minute, and then she continued.

“It's about time, Joe. We have thousands of theories spread across social media, many people saw me kiss (Y\N) in public at parties we went to together. Pretty much everyone knows we're dating...there's no reason to hide anymore.”

“Oh, sure, I agree,” he replied, nodding. “But you don't care about your career? Or with her career?” His eyes flicked from Elizabeth to you and from you back to Elizabeth. “Now come on, Lizzie, you just got a movie out. Do you really want to risk everything for two pictures?”

"But you were the one who said there was no more solution, Joe...", you replied. “There is nothing more we can do. Unless you confess everything. I'm sure the fans will support us, they always support us in everything.”

He looked at you and shrugged. "Then don't say I didn't warn you..."

“Relax, man,” you scoffed. “Go back to my apartment and get something to eat, open the beers I left in the fridge and see if you can calm down, okay? We command from here now...”

Joe shrugged again and motioned to indicate that he was keeping an eye on you as he left the apartment. When Elizabeth came back to you after locking the door, she had a silly little smile on her face.

"I think we should have been more careful yesterday...", she smiled, hugging you and kissing your neck. “Especially you, young lady. I remember you told me you weren't going to leave any marks,"

You blinked at her. “Really, Lizzie? I mean, look at you. It's okay that I got out of control and I was to blame for all this, but come on, how can I not lose control when you're by my side?"

She laughed and took your face in both hands, kissing you and walking slowly towards the window. When she opened the curtains, you finally understood what her plan was. A good photo for the paparazzi who were still waiting down there was what they wanted, and if they could see the two of you kissing, it was a profit. There was nothing left to lose anyway.

"Lizzie, wait..." you said, pushing her away. “And now, what are we going to do?”

"You told Joe yourself, my love...", she replied, still clinging to you. “Let's take over everything. Kick the bucket and say “fuck you”! Let's give the people what they want!”

“You mean, take over? Assuming that we're really dating?

She nodded. “I've waited too long to show the world that you're mine. Enough of this bullshit, please, dear.”

Your eyes gleamed. "We'll be in this together, won't we?"

“We will, I promise”, she gave you a peck and reached down to your shirt, trying to unbutton it. “But now, I think you and I need to relax a little before sharing our dark secret, don't you?”

You smiled mischievously. "This time, I want you to leave me with the 'sunmarks'", you teased, making her laugh and kiss you again.

The two of you dropped onto the couch to make love once more, amidst the chaos that was becoming your lives now that everything was exposed.

* * *

Elizabeth opened her eyes and realized she was clinging to you on the couch. Her cell phone kept loading messages, and she grabbed it to see what was going on. They were messages from the PR agents, of course, and when she looked back at you, she realized she could ignore them for now.

Turning the camera to her side, she snapped a picture of you sleeping, the blanket covering your naked body, and posted it to Instagram, willing to tease, with the caption quoting Adele, and your favorite song of hers.

Rumor has it, (s)he is the one I'm leaving you for.

Smiling involuntarily, Elizabeth turned off her cell phone screen and lay down beside her, burying her face in the crook of her neck, ready to face the tide of chaos that would rise after that photo.

But she was Scarlet Witch, she could handle all that too.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 20

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You have to drink that weird potion from the game that makes you trip out and stuff lol have fun with that sucker

Author’s Note: I know a lot of you are here for Seb, which makes me nervous to say this: For the next few chapters, Seb will be around, but not the main focus like he has kinda been.

I really hope I don’t disappoint, and that y’all enjoy this anyway ^^"

(Also, here is your reminder to see chapter 18 for a visual reference of Ras if you need a refresher, since he's visually based off of a mod in my story!)

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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My dumb ass feels guilty about sorta kinda going behind Seb and Sam’s backs and visiting the tower in the woods on my own. The fact that I’ll be going back again at some point is gnawing away at me.

I knocked out pretty soon after hitting my pillow last night, but I’ve spent the whole day after meeting Magnus moping around. Using snacks and cozy Ghibli movies in bed to cope. Couldn’t be productive even if I wanted to.

It’s just like… I have trust issues, whether it’s not trusting enough or over-trusting. What gives me the right to betray someone else’s trust, y’know?

I’m a monster.

Or, I’m totally making this a bigger deal than it needs to be… Maybe. Ugh.

Maybeee if I just come out and tell them I went there – or at least tell Seb – it won’t be too bad? Yeah? 

I sigh for the upteenth time today, very dramatically. Pausing Howl’s Moving Castle (y’know, maybe watching a movie about a wizard isn’t helping…), I flop my head back down to the pillow, accidentally causing Cannoli to stir next to my feet. Then, I crack my knuckles, and grab my phone from beside me.

< hello 🕺

Sebastian > hello yourself

Sebastian > what’s up

< are you busy rn?

Sebastian > not particularly

Sebastian > miss me already? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

< shut up

< i just wanna talk about something i guess

< it’s not like

< serious or anything

< i don’t think

Sebastian> that’s not at all comforting

Sebastian > wanna come over?

< sure, i’ll head there in a sec

< love u 🖤

Sebastian> gross (love you too 🖤)

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Head fuzzy and pits sweaty from my nerves and the heat, I slog my way over to Seb’s house. I should get, like, a bike or something. Or a car, once I finally have a steady income from crops. I haven’t driven in a while — used to love it, for the small amount of time I was able to.

Then again, there’s like, no roads I could even take to get around town without ruining shit. I wonder how Robin manages to get around with that big ol’ truck of her’s.

“You look like a mess,” Robin immediately points out as I enter the workshop. Rude… but understandable.

I groan, shuffling over to the counter and leaning atop it. “I was up later than usual and now I’m grumpy.” That’ll be my excuse, sure!

She stands up from her custom-made, fancy-ass wooden chair and leans across from me, lowering herself to eye level.

“Everything alright?” she asks, seeing right through me. Reaching out to put a comforting hand on my shoulder, she gives me a soft, lopsided smile. I tend to forget how quickly Robin’s motherly instincts can flick on, considering how much of a little shit she typically is.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I think,” I nod, “I’m just a big dummy.” “You’re not wrong,” she teases with a cheeky smile.

I laugh in response with a snort. “I’m outta here.”

“Be safe down there,” she sings out as I start my descent to the basement.

“Ughhhhhh–” 

“Is mom being a creep again?” a muffled Seb calls out behind the door, having heard my pained groans.

As I enter, I answer, “When isn’t she at this point?”

“Fuck,” he mutters. 

He was playing something – dunno what – but I’m assuming that was a response to whatever just happened. He clicks a bunch and leans back in his chair, takes off the headphones that were only half-on anyway, and brings his eyes up to me, indicating that he’s quit out of the game. I notice as he gets up that I’m still just awkwardly standing at the door, so I promptly make my way to the sofa, where he joins me.

“So?” he prompts. Shit, right to business.

“So, er…” I fiddle with some of the callus on my hands. Why am I so nervous?

“You went to that tower, yeah?”

I meet his eyes in shock. How the fuck did he know? Unless this new theory, that he can read minds, is true. “Y-yeah.”

“I had a feeling you would,” he smugly grins. This fizzles away my previous worries, but introduces the fear that he’s actually so goddamn perfect because he’s had a backstage pass to my motherfucking brain for the past several months that I’ve known him. 

“And you’re not, like, mad?” I question, trying to push my paranoia aside.

He shakes his head. “I trust that you wouldn’t do anything that you think is unsafe.” I sigh, and lean on his shoulder. He wraps me into a warm cuddle. “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

I nod shyly. “I felt so bad for lying to you guys.”

“There are worse things to lie about, kid,” he laughs.

“‘Kid?’ We’re basically the same age,” I protest. As if I’ve never called him “kid” before.

He lightly noogies me, and I frantically flap my hands against his tummy until he stops.

“I had a feeling you were gonna go there yourself,” he claims. “You’re normally too stubborn to give up on something so quickly.” I whine, not liking how easy I am to read, but I don’t defend myself. Because he’s right. 

Only further supporting my theory. 

“Find anything cool?”

“Yeah, actually.” I wonder if I should tell him about all the magic stuff for a sec, before opting out. “The man who lives there is really nice, and his house is gorgeous. Suuuper talented plant-dad,” I enthuse. “He agreed to let me bring Abby over sometime, too. We have plans to meet up again beforehand. Ya know, so we can really win her over without it seeming like some predisposed thing.” 

And so that I can, like, learn magic or about magic or have something to do with magic. 

I look up to check Seb for a reaction, and he’s frowning. “What’s up?”

“Why ‘we’? What does he want with her?” “Long story. It’s nothing creepy,” I promise, “but I’m not sure if he wants me just… telling people his business. So I’d rather not get into it, if that’s okay with you.”

Seb nods, but his features don’t falter as he looks blankly across the room. 

“What’s up?”

He seems to shake away a thought before placing a kiss on my forehead. “It’s nothing, baby,” he tries to assure me.

I don’t believe him.

I groan under my breath, “Sebastiannn.”

“Hm?”

“Seriously,” I pry, “I can tell you’re bothered by something I said. If you are, I wanna fix it, or help, or something.”

“No. Um…” he thinks for a sec, as my eyes scan his face for answers. If there was anything I thought he’d be upset about, it would have been me going to the tower alone. “Fuck, whatever. Yeah.”

I sigh. I’m about to ask him what I said or did, when—

“So you know about all that arcane shit now, yeah?”

My eyes widen again. “Oh my god you are a telepath, aren’t you?”

“What? No,” he shakes his head. “Well… I mean. Yeah, I am, actually.” !!! “But I don’t use it, like, ever.”

My stomach drops.

What if he’s lying to make me feel better?

I push my insecurities aside again. “Then how’d you know?”

Seb leans his head against the top of mine and sighs, playing with the ends of my hair as he speaks. “I went there once when I was younger – had to have been, like, 20 or somethin’ – and met Magnus. Haven’t seen him in ages… it was all too weird for me.” Wow. The last thing I expected to hear was that he actually knows the wizard himself.

He continues, “I didn’t want anyone finding out about it exploiting him somehow, and it also just, like…” He takes a moment to gather his thoughts. “I figured all that fantasy sorta shit is best kept as a genre, and nothing else, ya know? I’ve been into it in games, manga, everything, as an escape from real life for as long as I can remember. The idea of living and experiencing all that stuff firsthand freaked me out. So,” he shrugs slightly, lightly jostling my head. “I just kinda kept it to myself, eventually deciding to abandon it all together. Ghosted Magnus, which obviously was a dick move, but I’d figured if I was needed or anything, he’d reach out. Aaand he never did. So… yeah.”

He puts a big hand on mine, bringing awareness to the fact that I’m clutching onto his black t-shirt so hard. Whoops. I ease up my grip.

“I’m sorry if this, like, triggered anything for you,” I say, looking up to meet the rich indigo of his eyes. “I had no idea anyone knew about him and what he does, really.”

“No, don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault,” he reassures me with a dry laugh, “I didn’t think I’d still feel this bitter about that stuff.”

“Do you have bad blood with Magnus or something?” “No, not at all,” Seb rejects. I notice a tiny smile forming on his features – one that I don’t think even he knows is there. “He was a really great friend for the few months that we knew each other.” “Just mourning a loss, then?”

“Yeah,” he sighs with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Something like that.”

A few beats pass before I softly offer, “I can give him your regards when I see him again, if you want. Just for closure if nothing else, y’know?”

He shakes his head as he replies. “Nah, no thanks. I’d rather do it myself if I ever feel like it.”

I slowly nod. “So… would you be against me learning magic?”

Seb doesn’t answer for a little, but I don’t prod. I want to give him time to think. I consider the question, too. I really, really want to get involved in this stuff, if it’s actually, like… in my blood or whatever the fuck. I want to respect Seb’s past, but I haven’t been this eager to learn something new in forever.

He breaks the silence, finally. “Kinda, honestly.” I can feel myself deflate. Fuck me. “But I wouldn’t stop you from trying it.” …Oh?

I raise my eyebrows, a little surprised that he’s so chill about this, given what he’d just told me. “You sure? ‘Cause I’m pretty stoked to do it, honestly,” I confess, not able to keep a grin from forming as I think of what’s to come. “But you’re more important than becoming a wizard or witch or whatever the fuck.”

“I think so,” he responds, scruffing my hair a bit. “If it’s something you want, you should go for it, as long as I don’t have to be directly involved or anything.”

“Of course not. I’d never want to put you in a situation that could hurt you.”

Seb kisses my forehead, muttering something about me being a big sap, then wraps his thumb and forefinger around my chin, bringing my mouth up to his. I ignored his cheeky remark in our texts earlier, but god, I really do miss these lips when I’m not around them. I deepen our kiss and reach up to take his face in my hands, thankful that this went relatively well.

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About a week and a half has passed since I’ve really left the farm. My most recent ~off-campus~ excursion was when I visited the wizard again for a small overview of what I’ll need to do in order to start this weird, magical journey of mine. That was a few days after I met with Seb to apologize for being a sneaky lil’ rascal.

I’ve been balls deep in preparing my farm, hoping I can get some more land ready for crop-growing by autumn. I knew that it would be in my best interest to use the sudden hyperfixation as fuel to work. I can only live off of Grandpa’s inheritance for so long.

A few mobile Discord calls with Seb, Sam, and Victor, with strict instructions not to come over until further notice, have been keeping me motivated as well. I always find it easier to get things done when someone other than myself is there to hold me accountable, but get distracted too easily to have someone else physically present.

The downside to this, though, is that I missed a supposedly important town event: some beachy potluck luau… thing. It sounds like it was boring, but I kind of wish I got to experience it for my first year here. I had no idea it even existed until Seb and Sam called me from the party itself, and at that point, I didn’t want to show up covered in soil and empty-handed.

After that, I realized I should touch some grass that isn’t mine, deciding to leave the house at my next possible opportunity.

This morning I received a letter from Magnus, telling me to go see him in his tower at my earliest convenience. I wonder if he could read my mind from all the way over there… 

Coincidence or not, my excitement about all this fancy magic stuff hasn’t fizzled away whatsoever — unfortunately taking precedence in my mind over what I’m now calling Mission: Abominable (Heh, get it? Like, Mission: Impossib– sorry.) — so I made his task my duty for the day. 

Going to Magnus’ house this time is a lot… friendlier on my body than the past two. I still feel that weird connection to it, but it seems like it’s eased up. As if the spirits know I’m mentally locked-in on fulfilling some weird destiny of mine, and decided to cool it with the obnoxious straining. 

I jog up the stairs, my favorite skirt swishing around with each step I take. Noticing his lack of telepathic intrusion as I slowly waltz up to the door, I knock. 

“You home, Magnus?” I call out.

“Yes,” he shouts, verbally, from what sounds like a far room. “One moment, please!’

Upon his confirmation, butterflies float around my tummy. I promptly start fidgeting with the sleeves of my tucked-in henley. 

The flutters are probably just there because I’m excited to learn more about myself, and magic, and whatever.

The door opens in front of me, and Magnus looks a little disheveled. “Apologies for the wait,” he grins, “Please, come in.”

“Everything alright?” I ask, eyes trained on his messy tresses. Noticing this, he reaches up to flatten it all back into place.

“Yes, I was just struggling to find something I’ll be needing today. I’ve acquired it, though!”

“Cool,” I respond. I wonder if that “something” even has anything to do with me… I hope I didn’t interrupt his original plans for the day. “By the way, is it okay that I just sorta… showed up?” I begin to stim with my sleeves again as I speak. "I can give you a call or we can set a date next time, or something.” 

“Don’t worry about that,” he reassures, guiding me over to the cauldron. “I foresaw your arrival.”

“So you can predict the future, too, huh?”

What sorta shit can’t this guy do? I mean, I guess if he’s powerful enough to constantly maintain a magical barrier around the valley, he’s gotta be a strong and talented wizard. But still.

“To a certain degree, yes.” 

“For how long did you know that I’d be coming here the night we met, then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he muses with his back turned.

He’s setting up a bunch of ingredients on the counter. I peek around him from my place on the opposite side of the pot and see a few crushed leaves of some sort, some flowers that I dunno the name of, mushrooms, bearberries… ooo, I wonder if he’s making a potion today! Excitement brews (Really, I am so sorry for all these puns) within me as I realize that this is all real.

I muffle a laugh. “No shit, that’s why I asked.” 

“Ah, of course. That makes perfect sense.” 

“...So you’re not gonna tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

Fucker, I think, rolling my eyes despite the big dumb smile plastered on me. 

“Language, miss,” he exclaims as he turns to face me, his amusement closely mirroring my own. 

So “shit” is fine, but you draw a line at “fuck?”

“Sure,” Magnus replies. I palm my face, shaking my head, as my body shakes from giggling so hard. “I’m kidding, of course,” he confirms.

“Respectfully, get out of my head,” I sigh. “Seriously, how many of my thoughts have you heard?” 

“No matter!" Ah, great. More ambiguity. “I’m brewing for you today a potion that will help you hone your potential skills,” he explains, mixing his ingredients into the cauldron. It smells funky… hopefully it at least tastes okay.

“It won’t hurt, will it?” I worry out loud, moving closer to his side now.

He peers down at me and shrugs. “Well, no, but you may feel a little nauseous. That’s more of a byproduct of the taste, than the properties of the mixture itself.”

“Ugh. So it’s gonna taste as, like… musky as it smells?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” he grins apologetically. “Fear not, I have a solution!” Magnus leans his stirrer – I haven’t seen the bottom, so I’ve got no idea whether it’s a spoon or not – in my direction. “If you’ll be so kind as to take over, for a moment.”

I take the device from him and continue to mix the elixir. It’s not as… pretty as the one I saw a few nights ago. Just as green, but more bubbly and sloppy than it is shimmery. I wince, trying to imagine what the texture is going to be like.

Magnus rummages through a drawer underneath the surface he was working on before. “Ah-hah!” he whispers.

He spins around, and is now holding a sealed stick of rock candy in his hand. The full display of his ever so slightly crooked teeth, and the way his little mole scrunches underneath his eye crinkles as he beams at me, is just as sweet as the treat he’s holding. This man is precious.

“T-this should make it more bearable,” he prompts. 

His eyes flashed pink for a quick second, and he stuttered for the first time since I’ve met him. Please tell me he didn’t hear me calling him precious. Or… thinking of him as precious? Agh. 

He holds out the treat for me, and we swap places again. I grin down at the candy, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. It feels a little juvenile… like, if you eat your veggies, you’ll get to have some dessert!! I don’t think it’s intended by any means – Magnus has been nothing but pleasant to me, and apparently to Sebastian too. 

And it’s not that I don’t like it... I fucking love rewarding myself with snacks.

Why am I so self-conscious about this? Get it together, lady.

I shyly thank him, fumbling around with the white ribbon that’s neatly tying the candy’s plastic wrapping in place. “Is this gonna be as… chunky as it looks?” I question, scrutinizing the liquid.

“Indeed it is.”

“Gross.”

I look up and see him nodding, a pained look on his face. “Luckily, it should go down quickly, so long as you don’t gag.” 

He smiles again, this time more lopsided and not-so comfortingly. He knows it’s gonna suck. He knows that I know it’s gonna suck. I think he’s slowly realizing that his attempts to dilute my worries are pointless.

I groan, prompting a chuckle from him. “Just think of the candy, (y/n),” he softly encourages. As if he isn’t laughing at my pain right now. 

I nod curtly. “Think of the candy,” I quietly repeat, soothing myself. Glaring at the dumb, bubbly goop in front of me.

Magnus lifts his stirring device – it’s just a long-ass ladle – and pours some of the contents back into the mixture. “It looks like it’s ready!” 

…Good lord. I really don’t do well with big textures. This is going to be a nightmare, if that sludgyness is anything to judge by.

“It looks like it’s disgusting, you mean?”

“If sweets aren’t enough comfort for your psyche, think of the results!” he says while scooping the potion into a small, glass vial. Looks to be about a shot glass or two worth of liquid. 

He hands it over, and while I inspect it, he continues, “Regardless of whether or not you have the capability to create magic, you will be more in tune with nature, which will help in your profession. You should feel less fatigued from hereon as well, and–”

“Ah, that’s right! We don’t even know if I can be a wizard or whatever, yet.” I complain, nose scrunched.

A moment of uncertainty passes, before he breaks the brief silence. “...Think of the candy?” He winces, smiles, and shrugs, his eyebrows upturned.

I take a deep breath in and out. “Think of the candy.”

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“Fucki’g shit, Magnush!”

“I’m sorry, (y/n)! I promise you that I have never heard of a reaction quite like this!”

From the ground beneath him I moan in pain, rock candy hanging out of my mouth, my arms around my stomach and knees tucked to my chest. My eyes are pouring with tears – not of sadness, but of pure agony. 

“It hurtsh sho bad, oh my fucki’g god!” I slowly lean forward, resting my forehead on the surprisingly cool iron of the cauldron.

The potion was just as disgusting as I’d imagined it would be, but that shouldn’t have been my main concern, apparently. I’ve never felt so bloated or crampy in my life. 

Think: worst period cramps you’ve ever had, perhaps with endometriosis, but then cranked up, and also it’s in your stomach too. I have no idea what childbirth feels like, but I can’t imagine this being far off. This is fucking awful.

I’m almost positive that I’m allergic to one of the ingredients he’d used, because neither of us know why else I’d be reacting like this... Unless my body is just that resistant to the arcane.

Magnus, blue-eyed with guilt, hastily drained out his cauldron and began crafting a new tonic upon the realization that I wasn’t just super icked by his concoction. This new one should (hopefully!!) have healing properties. He’s anxiously mixing new ingredients above me with one hand, partially leaned over so that he can keep his left palm comfortingly atop my head.

“I’m sorry, my dear, truly! I’m working as quickly as I can.”

I know he didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but in my pained delirium, I feel so betrayed. I whine out in response, letting the rock candy fall from my mouth and onto the floor where it shatters.

“I’ll clean that up later, I’m sorry,” I sob. 

“That is the absolute least of my worries, (y/n)!”

He murmurs a quiet spell of sorts, gives the mixture one last stir, and softly rubs my head, before going to grab a vial for the new potion.

Wiping away the tears that obstructed my vision, I lean back slightly, swivel to the side, and look up, watching him pour the new elixir. This one is pretty, which hopefully is a good sign: cerulean, thin liquid with specks that resemble a prismatic glitter floating through it.

Magnus kneels in front of me, ready for me to receive the potion. But noticing the self-soothing death-grip I have on the fabric of my no-longer-tucked shirt, he instead takes matters into his own hands.

His blue eyes become rosy as he focuses on my pout, bringing the vial to meet it. I sniffle and open my mouth slightly to wrap my lips around the glass tube, craning my neck as he puts a large hand partially on my face and partially on the side of my head for support.

This potion is a lot colder than the last, and feels slightly fizzy going down. It’s soothing. I’d say it’s almost as sweet as the rock candy I’d destroyed earlier, too. And luckily, the instant it hits my stomach, I feel better…

But now I’m painfully aware of his thumb softly brushing my jawline, the blush on his cheeks, the blush on my cheeks, the faint warmth of his breath, his fingers in my hair, the— 

He pulls his hand and the vial away, smiling. His eyes are their base shade again.

“Better?”

Heat grows up to my ears and down my neck, as I nod. “Much,” I squeak out. 

An uncomfortable pit forms in my stomach as I notice that the ghost of his touch is still lingering on my skin like static.

[ladyambrosia03]

Angel Eyes part 3

||Austin Butler/Elvis x reader||

Note: yay part 3 anyways! So after leaving the hospital and going to Graceland to retrieve your stuff something else’s awaits you.

@ninebluehearts @lane-mac-23 @darkqween900 @sassyblazecloud

You stand there waiting for Elvis at the front door, you couldn’t believe you were giving into this but you did want to see if he could make it up to you, as you repeat last night in your head of what he said to you

Flashback: “Can I talk to you…?” He said his southern drawl was worn down and his hair what a mess, he had bags under his eyes with tears rolling down his cheeks, it broke your heart to see him like this, you also noticed his weight loss and that broke your heart even more so you agreed and walked into the bed room as you both sat on the bed and nothing was said until he broke the silence. “I miss you…” he said and you knew that, “I miss you too…” you replied and there was a pause of silence…… “Then why are you leaving…?” His voice start to crack, you looked up at him “Because you betrayed me Elvis…you broke my heart…” you said as you were on the verge of tears “I was always by your side I was there everystep of the way and I never did once betray you like this…” you said as you could feel hot tears of heartbreak and rage slide down your face until he wiped them away. “Don’t cry sweetie I’m sorry……I know I messed up but please darlin…let me make it up to you, Y/n I love you so much and I was stupid to break your heart like this I deeply regret it, but please let me try to make it up to you.” He pleaded.

And here you are waiting by the front door waiting for Elvis, as you hear footsteps running down the stairs as he comes down in a white shirt, black slacks and shoes and his hair greased and styled like always as he looked at you and smiled. “And you say I take forever to get ready.” You said playfully , he smiled. “Well I had to look very special for a very special person! And may I say you look stunning!” He exclaimed and picked you up bridal style and walked out the door setting you by his famous pink Cadillac, he opened the door for you as you climbed in and the smell of cologne hit you and you loved it, it was always sweet like Vanilla and Whiskey a strange combination but you didn’t care. As he drives off you two start talking and it’s just like old times, how you missed it, and how he missed it too, he parks at a drive in theater and sets everything up, and you sit with him watching the latest movie, later he takes you out for a nice dinner and everything in that moment was perfect, sure the waitress tried flirting with Elvis but he more focused on you, the waitress is sassy and looks at Elvis. “What would you like to drink Mr Presley?” She asked in a sweet tone, she batted her eyelashes trying to get his attention. “I’ll have a coke please.” He said not even looking at her and she turned to you, “And what do you want?” Her tone was uncalled. “I’ll have a F/D.” She wrote it down and walked off, she seemed irritated. “Well our waitress is…interesting.” You said and he chuckled and you got confused. “Sorry Darlin I thought you were use to getting attitude by fans cause you alway give attitude back.” You smiled and giggles a bit. Your waitress came back setting your drinks down and took your orders, Elvis ordered meatloaf and mashed potatoes, whisk you ordered your F/F, she walked off again and you dipped your drink, as Elvis started to talk to you. “You ready for your show?” You looked up in surprise and answered honestly. “ I’m actually really nerves,what if I mess up or make a fool of myself..?” He looked at you with his kind angel eyes. “I know how you feel June bug, I was nervous my first show too, but don’t worry,I’ll get Colonel Parker to set the stage and you’ll be spot on!” You smiled and lean forward. “Im glad you asked me to do this.” He leaned closer. “Im glad you agreed to do this.” You both lean in but before your lips make contact you feel a cold sharp pain in your lap and pulls back to see your drink in your lap…..your waitress knocked your drink into your lap. She hid her smile behind her notepad and there you a smug smile. You looked around you, everyone was staring at you, your anxiety spiked, your face turned red from embarrassment, and the you looked at Elvis who was staring at you too, and that…..that made your eyes well with hot tears and you ran to the bathroom nearly in tears, when you ran in you put your back to the door and broke down sliding down the door. Once you got yourself calm and got up and tried your best to get the sticky dried liquid off your thighs, your skirt was ruined and you just had to accept that. You walked out to hear yelling and looked where you had been sitting to see Elvis yelling at the waitress how she should of respected you and should learn some manners and that he wanted a waiter instead, you walked over to him and set a hand on his shoulder, and he turned his head looking at you. “Elvis it’s okay, let’s just sit down and eat.” He glared at the waitress one more time and say down with you. “You okay do I’ll..?” He asked worries, you nodded and reassured him. “I’m alright I promise.” You both at your dinners and talked the rest of the time there, even though something went wrong, it still turned out perfect.



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When you get back to Graceland you notice a storm about to blow in so you both get inside quick. “I hope you enjoyed today darlin.” Elvis said as you both walk upstairs, “I really did thank you.” You said shyly, you were starting to feel your heart race, a familiar feeling you had when you were around him. “Thank you for a wonderful night.” You spoke and kissed his cheek which made him glow red and look at you, and there they were, those blue crystal angel eyes…..you almost got lost in them and heard a low growl of thunder come from outside….which you were scared of so you hugged him and went inside your room, to decided to take a shower considering you got a drink spilled in your lap. When you got out,dried your hair and put your comfy clothes on you decided to walk back to your room, just as you passed Elvis’s room the power went out and you were in complete darkness, but you knew you were by his door. You were debating knocking, you see when there was a thunder strong, Elvis would hold you close and sing in your ear to help you sleep through the thunder storm, but you didn’t wanna bother him, so you found your room again and found a flashlight on your vanity and turned it on. You looked for your record player and your favorite Frank Sinatra record, if Elvis ever heard you play his songs you’d never hear the end of it. You played the record and tried to sleep with low rumbles of thunder in the back ground, you tossed and turned until the low rumbles turned onto loud cracks of thunder and you couldn’t take it anymore. You stopped your record player and rushed to Elvis’s door and stopped dead in front of it. You debated knocking, you stood there for about 10 seconds when another loud crack of Thunder irrupted and you knocked. You waited a few seconds and when the door didn’t open you figured he was asleep. You turned to go back to your room till someone grabbed your arm and you looked back. “You alright sweetheart?” There he stood in his silk pajama pants and night shirt, you stood there for a moment about to say something until another loud crack of thunder cut you off and you threw yourself into his arms. He was confused at first but quickly wrapped his arms around you. “Still scared if thunder?” He asked, he wasn’t teasing or anything he was genuinely curious. You only whimpered and that was enough for him to pick you up bridal style and carry you to his bed, he laid you down and climb in next to you, but he didn’t touch you afterwards, he didn’t try to cuddle you or anything. “You know…..you can hold me…..if you want.” And within seconds he had his arms around you pulling you close to him, you could feel his body heat against your back as he held you to his chest, he had a tight grip as if you’d slip away into thin air, but not to tight so you could still breath. He started to sing in your ear like he use too. “Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help, falling in love with you.” He sang softly and it was enough to ignore the storm outside and put you to sleep. When you woke up you were met with blue angel eyes, oh yeah you slept in his bed last night. “Good morning beautiful.” He said and smiled, you sat up to stretch. “Good morning Elvis.” You said with a smug smile. “What no nickname for me?” He joked as you both got up and walked down stairs to see Gladys making breakfast. “Finally y’all two are up, now hurry and eat ya breakfast, my babies have a big day ahead of them!” She said happily, Gladys was so proud when she heard you got to preform but also worried, she saw how stressed it made Elvis and she didn’t want that to happen to you too. After breakfast you and Elvis got dressed and headed to the studio to get everything ready and all the equipment needed. After getting all the equipment you headed to Club Handy ready to preform in front of a crowd that night. Hours passed as the seating section was filling with more people, you were backstage getting ready, you had the band and the backup singers, you wore a red sparkling dress and curled your hair. You were ready.

[undinegeist]

So who knows if the Sex Pistols ever hit Italy? Idk if they did, not gonna look it up. In the spirit of rebellion, but also ‘cause I just feel like Italy right now.

This is for @msbzowy - requested ages ago, I’m so sorry it took so long, was longer than I thought it would be, all my thoughts have emptied out of my head lately, writing-wise at least. Still trying to recapture them…so this might not be quite what you wanted, it’s not as long as I’d like…which is to say, I’m gonna try for a sequel.

I could just feel that if I went longer it’d lose quality and sense and everything else, but I wanted at least to write you something. If you like it let me know so I can work myself up for more and tag you. Sorry again, that it’s not as good as it could be.

-xx-

Y/N

-xx-

They call me out of nowhere, begging me to cover a spot…I have weekend plans, but being so new, I can’t turn down work, even if it means dumping my friends.

“Are you sure you want me though? I do theatre usually.”

“Same thing,” the girl on the other end of the line drawls. “At least you can speak English. There’s a stage. Just bring cotton to stuff in your ears, last time they almost sued us.”

She’s off the phone so fast, I get whiplash; at least there’s no lingering or dawdling, that takes ages…I pack up and get on a bus, and the venue is bigger than I expected, they must be at least semi-famous to be here…which reminds me I have no idea who’s playing.

“Hey.” He bumps my shoulder from behind, looks like he stuck his finger in a socket, though from the smell lingering on him probably just bathed in hair gel. “I’m Sid.”

“Y/N.” If I hadn’t clocked his hair, I’d definitely have clocked his clothes. “You’re in the band, I guess?”

“You guess? We’re the Sex Pistols. Don’t you know anything?”

I roll my eyes. “I guess not, if that means knowing who you are. Doesn’t bother me too much though.”

He actually smiles at this, like he’s pleased. “It should. You have no idea what you’re missing out on…”

“Show me then. What do you play?”

He averts his eyes at this, suddenly shy; it’s disconcerting. “Bass…sort of.”

“Sort of?” I make my voice gentler, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

“Yeah, I mean…I’m still learning. Not sure I’ve got the hang of it yet…”

“SIDNEY!” He starts at the voice, though I don’t…from the back there’s a boy with a barely there shirt, hair an even bigger mess than his, if that’s possible. “Who are you talking to?”

“Y/N. She’s…what are you?”

“Photographer.” I sigh. “Last minute.”

“Doesn’t matter…you’ll be great.” He smiles, and I sort of hate the way it makes me feel; this sort of thing never ends well.

“You should head out with us after too…we’re going to some fancy restaurant they’re paying for, to drown ourselves in pasta.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, it will be. STEVE!” He’s gone just like that, like he wasn’t even there.

“Nevermind him, he’s kind of a rocket. Must be the sulfate he had on the way…you really should come with us, though. Will you?”

“Why does that feel like a marriage proposal?” His tone is way too earnest for someone asking me to dinner.

He shrugs. “Could be, never know how far we’ll take the night.”

I’d hate to get married, but I like the idea of not knowing where things will go…wish I had that more often, most of the people I photograph only ever go to the same places, run through the same crowds, there’s never anything different.

“Alright…I’ll come with you.”

“Great!” And he bites his lip, though he leans down and drops a kiss on my cheek, disappearing the moment he’s done…I barely have time to process this before he faceplants as he tries to wave at me, his friends laughing as he scrambles to his feet and goes the rest of the way backstage, nonplussed.

I stifle a laugh til he’s out of sight, thinking this night might go down in history, for me at least.

[manji-is-a-crybaby]

»»———-Y𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒n———-««

No Gangs AU. Modern AU Warnings: Mentions of cutting off body parts, Blood, hurting your mother, Threating, stalking, obsession over Mikey, Kidnaping. [ Mikey might be a little ooc my bad :[ if he is plus Mikey is like weak in this story }

Mikey[23] Reader[22]

Your disgusting, Your weird, Your sick, You need help, You have a obsession over him.

You lived with your mom as she owned a bakery. Many people came to visit, You never met your father and don't plan on to. Your Mom is a really nice person and she was pretty So many men came into to the bakery and started flirting with her as you mom didn't even notice.

Of course she didn't notice, She's a clueless idiot

You didn't really like your mom. She was dumb unlike you, She was to kind unlike you, She didn't adore humans, She wasn't quiet, She wasn't good with her English, She always apologized to you. She was nothing like you.

You were better than her at least your mom was smart enough to see that, After all those reason explain why dad left her. Your just glad you didn't went with dad cause if you did He would have found out about your "problem" plus you won't have ever met Him.

You have love humans every since younger. You studied about them, the way their blood works, the organs, the pain they felt if they got hurt, the reason why they cry, ways how to break their mind, Ways how to earn their love. So many ways to learn but you got tired of learn off of book. You wanna try physical.

Your so sick! Why would you do that!? Kids shouldn't play around with stuff like that!

You also stayed in the basement. Your mom was curious why but she was surprisingly smart enough to respect your privacy so instead she asked you what you do down there as you tell her you read your book as now she started calling the basement your little Play-Area. But if that was true, you don't only read books downs there you do your little experiments with human bodies. Oh! don't worry you don't kill people take people who were already dead before the police could even find them you take it them for your own.

Y.. You.. YOU NEED HELP!!

You were tired of the dead bodies. they never had a reaction, you wanna see someone in pain. You found a way to model/create a human's body part but expect it's like a doll part. You wanted to try something different and this time it involved you, You cut off your right hand then replace the right hand spot with a right doll hand you created. Of course it hurt but you didn't wanna scream in pain and wake up your mom, The doll hand fit perfectly with your body but now you needed to get rid of your human right hand I bet your mom won't mind if you made yourself a little bit more related to her and not just by blood by limbs.

Y/n? Is it me or does my right and left hand look a little different?

She was closing up the bakery as she was walking upstairs you hit her on the back of the head with a wooden bat leaving a little blood spilling from her head as you dragged your mom's body to the base as you begin your work as your mom was unconscious... The next morning your mom woke up in her bed with bandages on her head she askes you want happened as you told she feel down the stair last night.

It was dark out, you were taking a night walk as you turned the corner and bumped into Him. Pretty blonde hair, Black eyes, A Dragon tattoo, He was perfect. the blonde boy reached out his hand toward " My bad, You okay?" You nod as the boy apologized and walked away as you followed him no matter how many times he turned around to check he didn't saw no one.

Achievement: You found out his Name is Manjiro Sano "Mikey", You also found out where he lives

Turns out he goes to your mother's bakery everyday, And you never knew cause you were always to busy in the basement but now you asked your mom if you help in the bakery and she was overjoyed if only your mom knew what your truly like then that will be a whole different story but she let you work as a waiter you only sever Mikey as soon as you went to him, He recognized you as he apologize for bumping into you again as he ordered his food you were overjoyed that he remembered you as you became his waiter everyday and only served him no one else.

It got tiring you wanted to see him everyday even on the weekends every night, every morning. The basement was filled with pictures of Mikey, Him and Draken hanging out, Mikey eating food at your mom's bakery, Mikey walking home, Mikey hanging out with Emma, Mikey driving his Motorcycle, Mikey sleeping at random places, Mikey's late night walks, Every damn photo or picture was Mikey and then there was one picture. It was a photo of Mikey and Draken when they both visited the bakery but you ripe off the part of the photo where draken was and replaced it with your photo. You decided it was time.

Mikey was walking home. it was dead night no one was around as he quietly walked him as all of a sudden he was hit on the head with something as he woke up in a room, he was tied up to a chair as he looked around he saw you reading a book. "Y-Y/n? is that you?" he said still trying to fix his gaze on you "Oh good your awake! Hi Mikey" "What am I doing here? is this your house?" "Firstly You here for a very good reason and Secondly your right it is my house hehe" " Why am I here" He said with confusion and anger in his voice " Aww, Don't get mad at me honey I just did what any girlfriend would do" "Girlfriend?" "Yes, from now I'm your girlfriend whither you like it or not" " Y-You can't just say that, I don't even have feelings for you-" "Yet, You don't have feelings for me yet".

"After this I don't think I'll ever have feelings for you! Now let me out !" " I can't do that Mikey, I need you to stay here and live with me" "But my parents will get worried-" "I sent your parents a letter in your hand writing that you wont be able to visit them nor call them cause You broke your phone and your trying to get a new car" "..." 'Why? Would you do that!?" "Cause I love you Mikey, Ever since the day we bumped into each other, I fell in love with you, Plus you should be happy cause you have a smart girlfriend" You walked right in front of Mikey then put your right hand in front of yourself.

" Wanna see something cool?" "It would be cool if you let me go!" "You know Mikey I cut my own hand off and replaced it will a doll hand, See" You toke off your right hand "...why? what were you even thinking when you did that-" "Don't worry this is just a doll hand not my actual real right hand my mom is wearing that for me right now actually, and she doesn't even know, Funny right?" Mikey was speechless as all he could do was look at you, You walked closer to him.

"from now on your gonna be staying here until you learn to love me and stay with me forever"

Mikey looked you in the eyes and spoke "What did your mom do to you to make do that to her?.." he said with a quiet tone "Nothing, I just needed someone to hold that part of me til I want it back" Mikey went speechless again, How could you do something so cruel to your mother when she did nothing to you? "No need to get so quiet Mikey, You'll be here for a long long time, Once you finally learn to love me, I'll let you free roam around the basement til I can trust you and know your not gonna run away I'll free roam around about the house and Maybe if your lucky I'll take you to the outside world but don't get your hopes up" Mikey just stared at you as you paused then spoke again

"It takes a long time for people to earn my trust, Hell not even my mother doesn't even have my trust the only trust she has from me is holding my body part. Don't get me wrong I love you Manjiro sano, I just don't need you leaving me" "..."

Months passed after that day, Just like you said it toke a while to earn your truth as after a year Mikey earned your trust so you let him free roam around the basement, Mikey knew there was no such thing as escaping from you, you planned out everything the only choice Mikey has is to fall in love with you.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

CW // discussion of financial issues

“Curly? I need your help.”

He tosses the magazine face-down onto the bed as Sylvia steps into his bedroom. He can’t really call it his, anymore, not with Lori’s princess quilt hanging off the corner of her bed on the other side of the room, but it’s his room today while she’s with Mrs. R at the park. “Whatchya need?”

The small, leather-bound journal is tossed into his lap as a response. Curly drags his fingers across the worn cover, carefully flipping through the pages his mother had spent the later half of her life filling. “I can’t read Spanish,” Sylvia says. “And I sure as hell can’t read your momma’s writing.”

It’s too much like his own, he thinks. Light in some spots, too much pressure in others, too many loops and so slanted it’s almost falling right off the line. He looks from the book back to his sister-in-law, standing at the side of his bed, wringing her hands. She looks tired. So did Tim when he left for another run this morning.

“You two must have really gotten into it last night,” Curly says quietly. “If you’re draggin’ out Ma’s recipe book.”

The mattress sags when Sylvia sits at the foot of his bed, heels of her hands pushed into her eyes. “We didn’t get into it,” she hisses, “we had a conversation neither one of us wanted to have.”

“An’ now you’re scared Tim’s still mad at you, so you’re tryna make him dinner to apologize.”

“You’re too much like your brother. I kinda miss when you were stupid and oblivious.”

Curly chuckles as he sits up, tucking the magazine further behind himself before Sylvia could take a look at the cover and the bikini-clad model on it. “Y’know Tim only does it ‘cause he wants to take care of you, right?”

“He doesn’t need to take care of me. I work just as much as he does, we sit down ‘least one a week n’ go over all the bills and my checks from work-, all so that he can go behind my back and pay for everything? The only thing I’ve paid for month are groceries.” Sylvia tips her head back against the wall, dragging her hands across her face and sighing. “He’s working like a dog. He’ll either get sick, hurt, or caught, an’ then that’ll just be more money goin’ to waste. Or he could just let me help-,”

“He’s working just like you did when you first moved in,” Curly mentions casually.

“That’s ‘cause I didn’t know when you guys were gonna kick me out. I needed the money.”

Curly sighs and shakes his head, eyes slipping closed when a tight-lipped grin pulls at his lips. “Tim was never gonna kick you out, Sylv. Jesus Christ, you could tell the guy you’ve only been using him the whole time, and he wouldn’t bat an eye! He just wants to take care of you.”

Sylvia grabs the book back off of Curly’s lap. “I came here lookin’ for a recipe, not relationship advice,” she hisses teasingly. The younger boy throws an arm around her shoulders before she has a chance to stand up, pulling her against him in a quick embrace.

“I’m a jack o’ all trades, hermana. Come to me for all your loverboy troubles, n’ I’ll see what I can do-,”

Sylvia pushes him away before he can kiss her cheek, tapping the book against his chest. “How ‘bout you just help me read the book, yeah? Tim used to talk about this one-,”

I don’t deserve these long, well thought out passages you leave for me- oh my god I’m in love with this-

“You help me read this, and then I’ll pretend I didn’t see thy magazine you’re tryin’ to hide, alright?”

“….fine. You’re gonna need more of this, so we can hit the store but we’ve already got this stuff here.”