#of course she's doing it anyway. it's Macy. <3

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Holly & Macy and Everyone Else

Chapter 4: Page 49

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[heavenlyhischier]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨

word count: 4k

summary: Friends with benefits never works out. Someone always falls, but will they fall, too?

warnings: mild angst, drinking is mentioned, MINORS DNI 18+ content under the cut -> unprotected sex, slight hair pulling from reader to john, that’s it i think?

note: first johnny baby fic. hope you guys like it<3

The first time you met John Marino was in some dingy bar when your friend invited you out after a particularly long and strenuous day at work. Her boyfriend and a few of his friends were going to be there, and she thought it would help ease some of the stress that had accumulated over the last few days. You were initially hesitant to go, knowing that Jack’s friends were likely going to be his hockey teammates, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be around that specific group of people, but you went anyway.

You ended up having a great time, mingling with some of the other girls and guys who were there, and you also met John. He introduced himself to you, casting you a bright smile as his brown eyes bore into your own. He didn’t bother to be subtle in his advances with lingering touches and brief glances to your lips, but you didn’t mind it all that much. After all, he was easily one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen.

You end going home with him that night, spending the rest of your time out tangled in his sheets with his sweaty body pressed against your own. When you slip out of his apartment the next morning, you tell yourself that it was just a one time thing, that it was never going to happen again, but then it did. And again. And again. It happened so many times that the two of you had to have The Talk about what you were, ultimately agreeing on the notorious “friends who just hook up sometimes”.

It was a bad idea, and you knew that. You know that no matter how many times one says that there are to be no feelings involved, someone always falls. Someone always breaks the one rule that shouldn't be broken, and of course it was you who did. You had fallen for John Marino, and you didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

Going out wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do. In fact, you would have much rather stayed home in the comfort of your own bed and slept through the weekend. You’d had yet another shit week at work, and nothing seemed to go in your favor from the moment you woke up Monday. All you wanted to do was relax, but, in true Macy fashion, she convinced you to come out with her and the guys to celebrate whatever win they had secured.

At first, you were having a decent time surrounded by a slew of hockey players and their friends as they drank and had fun. You did your best to avoid John like you had done for the last few days, not wanting to think about the way he made you feel. You wanted to temporarily forget about all of your stress for the night, and that was arguably the most stressful of them all.

You were pressed against the bar, sweaty and sticky bodies bumping into you as they passed behind you. It was taking all of your willpower to not turn around each time someone would push into you a little too hard, but you kept your composure to preserve your decent attitude. You thanked the bartender and told him to put it under Jack’s tab before turning around to rejoin your friend, but you froze when you saw him.

John was sitting on one of the stools, a beautiful girl leaning on the table as she talked to him. She was slightly leaning forward, her chest on full display before him as he smiled at her, and even from there you could see his eyes dart down below her face. From where you stood, it looked like he brushed the skin of her arm with his hand when he brought it up to adjust the hat on his head, but if you were closer you would be able to see how uninterested he was. Yet the thought alone was all it took to ruin your mood.

The sight in front of you suddenly made the urge to go back home trump any desire you’d previously had to stay at the bar. Initially, you came to appease your friend because you knew she’d tease you all weekend, but now your obligation was out of the window. There was no coming back from the sour mood you were in, and you didn’t want to ruin her own, so you chose to place your still full drink on the bar and beeline to the exit.

You ordered an uber the moment you stepped outside, leaning against the brick wall as you hugged your arms against your body. Of course you knew you had no reason to be upset. It was you who made the suggestion that you could still see other people because you weren’t dating. It was you who made a point to stress that there were to be no feelings from either of you, but you’d always been bad at listening to your own advice. After all, it was you who fell for him.

When your ride pulled up to the curb, you finally sent Macy a text telling her that you were going home and that you would see her later. You knew she’d come outside had she known you were out there waiting, and you were too frustrated to deal with what would’ve been her pleas to go back inside. You loved her, you really did, but you just wanted to go wrap yourself in your blankets and forget about everything before you had to do the same routine next week.

Pulling up to your apartment complex, you thanked your driver and slipped out of the car. The air was cool against your skin as you walked into the building, greeting the overnight doorman who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than there. The elevator ride to your apartment felt like it lasted a lot longer than usual, and you’d never felt more relieved about anything than when you had finally stepped foot in the comfort of your own home.

“Finally,” You muttered to yourself as you stepped out of your shoes.

Your clothes felt too tight and your skin felt sticky and disgusting. Your hair felt like it was a knotted mess and you know your makeup had ran a bit while you were in the bar. On top of that, you felt like you wanted to cry out of sheer frustration. All you wanted to do was shower, crawl into bed and put on some shitty tv show until sleep graced your exhausted body.

You had just slipped on fresh clothes after your shower when you heard the sound of someone rapidly knocking on your door. Initially you ignored it, but it happened again a few minutes later, so you begrudgingly went to see who was bothering you so late at night. When you looked through the hole in your door, you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“What do you want,” You snapped as you flung the door open, glaring at John as he stood there with his hands in his pockets.

John looked slightly startled at your harsh tone, but he quickly recovered before speaking, “Macy said you left because you weren’t feeling well, so I came to make sure you were okay.”

It was your turn to be taken aback as he looked down at you, the nerves radiating off his body meshing with your own. Every feeling you had been trying to suppress came flooding to the surface the second you looked at him, and him standing outside your door with his soft brown eyes was doing nothing but making that worse. You needed him to leave so you could force yourself to swallow your feelings and move on.

“I’m fine. You can go,” You grumbled, attempting to shut the door, but his hand slapped the wood, keeping the door open just enough that he could see through it.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been ignoring me,” He rushed out, voice hesitant as his eyes stayed focused on your own.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, slightly caught off guard at the directness of his question. When you didn’t answer for a few moments, John caught you off guard and shoved your door open enough for him to slip inside your apartment. He ignores your quiet protests as he shuts the door, his body so close to your own that you can clearly make out the scar on his cheek.

Blood was pounding in your ears, your heart thudding so loudly in your chest that you’re certain he was able to hear it. He was peering down at you, a multitude of emotion swirling within the depths of his dark irises. Your fingers twitched towards him, aching to pull him close, but you forced them at your side as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What did I do,” He asks, his voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper.

You let out a sigh, running your hand through your hair as you look at the ground, “Nothing, John. You did nothing, but you need to go. I’m sure you have some girl down there waiting for you.”

“The only girl I want is standing right in front of me and she won’t tell me what’s bothering her,” John admits, his gaze on you unrelenting and unwavering.

Your body stills as you let his words ring in your ears, coherent and well-strung thoughts fleeing your mind as you try to wrap your head around what he had said. Surely he hadn’t meant it in the way you wanted him to. Surely he was just saying that because his bar girl fell through and he knew all he had to do was mumble a few words and you were putty in his hands.

John whispers your name like it was delicate, like it was going to shatter if he uttered it with too much force. Your eyes snapped to meet his own, both of you staring at each other like you were afraid of what could happen next. Neither of you spoke, letting the silence envelope you in the most uncomfortable and nerve wracking hug as John’s words echo around you.

“Nothing is bothering me,” You whisper, tears threatening to prick the corners of your eyes.

“Then why haven’t you been talking to me? You didn’t even look at me in the bar,” He forces out, voice laced with sadness and uncertainty, “Talk to me, please. I want to know what I did.”

He had stepped closer to you now, your back pressed against your door as you looked up at him through glassy eyes. When John notices the uncried tears brewing in your eyes, his hands are cupping your jaw, his thumbs rubbing against the skin of your cheeks. His tender affection is what breaks the dam, and you’re squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to slow the rush of tears.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “I need you to work with me here. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Is it– Did you find someone else?”

You can hear the way he has to force himself to say the words, almost as if he’s suppressing anger or disgust at the thought. It almost makes you want to laugh; the fact that he thinks someone else is the reason for your behavior rather than yourself. You were the cause of your own heartache.

“Of course not,” You shake your head, breathing shaky and uneven, “It’s just— John, please don’t make me say it.”

“If it is anything close to what I want it to be, I need you to say it. I need to hear it come out of your mouth,” He’s pleading with you, begging you to give him exactly what he needs to make his next move, “I need you to give me a reason to stay, or a reason to leave.”

With his eyes unrelenting from your own, you force yourself to speak through the nauseating nerves, “You’re the only one I want, too. I don’t ever want anyone else.”

Not even a second later, John surges forward and slams his lips on your own in a kiss that would’ve sent you toppling over had you now already been pressed against the door. You’ve kissed John before, plenty of times, but this was different. This was searing, blinding in a way that made you feel like you were floating above the clouds.

John tastes the salt from your tears on your lips, his own meshing with yours in a way that leaves him wondering why he had ever kissed anyone else before. He always thought you were made for him, that you fit perfectly against him, but this was different. This was much more real than it ever had been.

You dropped your hands down to the hem of his t-shirt, slipping them underneath the material so you could delicately drag your nails across the toned muscle. John falters, his teeth accidentally clashing against your own as his body shudders underneath your touch. You can’t help but smile against him, relishing in the fact that you had the same effect on him that he did you.

“Johnny,” You mumble, every nerve in your body desperately screaming for his touch, “Let’s go to my room.”

“Are you sure,” He asks, pulling away so he can clearly look at your face, “We don’t have to— We can just hang out.”

“John,” You start, voice serious and flat, “I don’t want to “hang out”. I’ve been stressing myself out trying to avoid my feelings for you, and I’ve had a shit week. I need you to take me to my bedroom.”

“Fuck. Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” He rushes out, his hand falling down to carefully grab your own and drag you down the hallway to your bedroom.

He shoves through your bedroom door, tugging you back into his chest as he reattaches his lips back to your own. Your hands fly up to tangle in his hair, gently pulling on his curls as you move your mouth against his own. John’s hands are on your hips, keeping you steady while he walks the two of you backwards until he feels the mattress on the back of his knees. Without breaking apart from you, he sits on the bed and guides your hips so that you’re straddling his waist.

You grind your hips down against him, your hands dropping to the hem of his shirt as you began tugging up his torso. John pulls his mouth away from yours so you can pull his shirt over his head, him doing the same with your own. His eyes immediately dart down to your naked chest, his tongue swiping across his bottom as he cups one of your breasts in his hand. You’re grasping at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself steady on his lap as he begins to suck on the skin of your neck.

Your fingernails dig into his back, breathy pants passing though your lips as his teeth graze over the sensitive spot he’d marked. John groans when you push yourself further onto his bulge, squeezing the flesh in his hands as he drops his head to your shoulder. You slowly grind your hips, creating enough friction to your core that a quiet moan of your own fills his ears. You’re able to find a painfully slow rhythm, but John drops his hands to your hips and keeps you in one place as he meets your lips in a hungry, painfully needy kiss.

“John,” You whisper against his mouth, “Need you now. Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to lift you off of his lap and place you on the bed, moving away so he’s kneeling in front of you and able to slide your shorts down your legs. He briefly falters in his movements as his eyes drag down the length of your body, drinking in every inch of you as he silently worships you like your body was sculpted for him. Your cheeks flushed, like they always did when he looked at you that way, and you dropped your eyes to the waistband of his jeans as you unbuttoned them.

John watches your fingers fumble with his zipper, his breath hitching in his throat when you flatten your palm against him and press down on him. He throws his head back, but the feeling of your hand was gone almost as soon as it arrived and he felt you tug the material down his toned legs. He kicks them away from him before looking down at you, a smug smile forming on his lips as he watches you clench your thighs together at the sight of his cock in front of your face.

No matter how many times you’d seen him before, the sight in front of you made your mouth water and the wetness between your legs worsen tenfold. You carefully grasp him in your hands, rubbing your thumb over the precum that coated the sensitive head. You feel him shudder from your touch, and it only encourages you to lean forward, but he stops you by taking your chin between his fingers.

“Not tonight, princess,” He lowly speaks, his thumb ghosting over your lips, “I’ve missed you too much.”

You swallow thickly, your eyes wide with anticipation as you look up at him. He’s got his head cocked to the side, his curls an untamed mess on his head as the corner of his mouth twitches. He drops your chin, jerking his head to silently urge you to crawl backwards onto the bed. As you’re doing that, you watch as he walks towards your nightstand and moves to open the drawer that typically houses a small box of condoms.

“John,” You call out, pulling your lip between your teeth, “We don’t— It’s okay tonight. Just don’t, you know.”

“Are you sure,” He asks, dropping his hand away from the handle.

“Yeah,” You nod, “I’m sure.”

A few seconds later, John is back on top of you with his lips on yours as he uses his forearms to bear most of his weight. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the curls as your mouth moves in sync with his own. You can feel his stiff erection pressed between your thighs, and you lift your hips up in a desperate attempt to get any sort of friction. John moved one of his hands down to grip your hip, his fingers splaying against the skin as he pushes you back down.

“I’m getting there,” His laughter vibrates against your lips, “Just wanted to kiss you first.”

“Wanna feel you,” You whined, his fingers lighting the skin underneath them on fire.

John mumbled under his breath, his eyes darkening as he slides his hand from your hip to grasp his length. He glances back up to you, keeping hold of your gaze as he slides himself between the slickness of your folds. Breathy whines begin to spill from your lips as you pull at the strands of his hair, the teasing anticipation making your heart race more than it already had been.

He slowly pushes himself into your entrance, hissing as your walls clench around him when he bottoms out inside of you. He carefully rocks his hips into your own, keeping himself steady above you and his movements short. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, your eyes screwed shut as he lets you adjust to his size for a moment. Small, shallow whimpers are the only thing he hears as he slowly increases his rhythm as he dips his head down.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” He whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your own, “You’re doing such a good job. You always take me so well.”

“Harder,” You choke out, pressing the back of your head into the pillow beneath you.

John doesn’t need to be told twice as swiftly grips the bottom of your thigh and bends your leg over his shoulder before he harshly slams into you, your cries bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Your hands fall down to his back, fingernails digging crescent shaped indents into his tanned skin as he finds a pace that he’s learned drives you insane in the best way possible.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, filtering in through his ears and making the blood rush straight down to his cock. He loves watching you slowly fall apart underneath, feeling your pussy clench around him like it was made for him. One of his favorite sounds were the moans and whimpers that you made when he was buried inside of you. That sound alone could make him cum.

“Harder,” You repeat your plea from moments ago, deliberately digging your heel in his lower back in an attempt to push him further.

“Fuck,” John groans, his curls sticking to his forehead as he does exactly what you ask.

Skin slapping against skin echoes around you, your whines lacing with his low grunts as you explore the planes of his back with your hands. You feel yourself reaching your release, nearly toppling over the edge as John hits into you so deeply that it was the only thing you could register. You know he’s close too, judging by the way his hips keep faltering and stuttering against your own.

“Johnny,” You murmur as the knot in your stomach begins to come undone, “I love you.”

John swears his heart stops beating in that moment, but he doesn't stop his movements as your walls flutter around him and your nails scrape down his back. He fucks you through your orgasm, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he forces his own back just a little longer. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him for as long as he could, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I love you,” He whispers against your neck, peppering small kisses to the skin as he feels you relax underneath him, “So much.”

John feels himself reel into his own orgasm, and he quickly pulls out of you, letting your leg fall back to the mattress as he grasps his length in his hand. He releases his load on your stomach, careful to not get anything on your mattress or your face as he lets deep moans fall from his lips. Your eyes were drooping, your body coming down from the blissful high still hazing your mind as you watch his head fall backwards.

His chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his lips parted and his eyes closed in a way that makes him look unreal. You’d always thought John was pretty with his curly hair, his brown eyes, and his soft features, but the way he looked before you completely took your breath away. There truly was no one else who even came close to him.

He carefully leans over you and presses a small kiss to your lips before he slides off the bed and darts into your bathroom. He’s back almost as quickly as he was gone with a towel in hand, batting your hand away when you try and take it from his grasp. He wipes away the warm, sticky liquid from your skin, making sure to clean you up entirely before he does so himself. He makes sure to put the dirty towel in the basket of already dirty clothes before he returns to you.

“Up,” He instructs, “I can see the goosebumps on your arms, you’re getting under the blanket.”

“I don’t think they’re from the cold, John,” You snickered, but you pushed yourself off and shoved the blanket down underneath your body.

John’s cheek slightly flushed at your comment before he was slipping back in bed, pulling the blanket back up over you and tugging you into his arms. You placed your hand on his chest, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck as he dragged his fingertips down your back. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself truly relax, and it was all thanks to some guy you met in a rundown bar.

[mourntheantagonist]

I have a question for you. If the boys were to have a day at the mall (season 3 obviously doesn't exist in this), how would the day go? Like, just being teenagers, hanging out on their day off. What would they do, where would they go?

I love this!! Okay so it’s Steve and Billy, so you KNOW they aren’t showing their faces together during the day, lol. Too suspicious.

HOWEVER! They absolutely spend a ton of their summer time at the mall. Billy has a bit more freedom during the summer, and Steve is regularly at the mall after hours anyway working closing shift at scoops. So it’s only logical that they spend all their time in the closed and dark mall running around like little kids because nobody is there to watch them. They break in to all the closed shops and try on clothes. They help themselves to some free food from the food court, hell, they even ride the coin operated horses and cross their fingers that they don’t crumble beneath the weight of them. And of course they break into the Macy’s home section and lay down on one of the display beds. They don’t do anything too scandalous, their clothes stay put, but they absolutely spend a little more time than they should kissing each other underneath blankets worth a fortune.

And word begins to spread about an apparent ghost in the mall, because nothing is ever where anyone left it. Doors left open that employees were sure that they closed. Fitting rooms full when they were sure they had been emptied. Popcorn on the floor of the theater when they were sure they had swept. Robin had begun telling Steve about this apparent ghost, telling him how they got hit too because the freezer was left wide open and she had shut it herself the night before.

Steve could only laugh, the only picture in his mind being the image of Billy with strawberry ice cream smeared all over his nose.

[sokai-asuki]

Lego Nexo Knights x Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage

Originally inspired by @soragawanaeru

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Knightonia (King Halbert's Castle)

"C'mon, dad! All my friends gonna graduate tomorrow and so am I! You have to let me be a knight!"

The feminine voice could be heard echoing around the hall of the castle, belong to none other than Macy Halbert. After the announcement about her and her friends graduation tomorrow, King Halbert try to persuade the academy to not let his daughter graduate.

"Dad, I have did everything that could make me pass my exam to be a knight and also did everything I could do to show everyone, even a princess could be a knight as well!" Macy said, keep on arguing and keep on convincing her father, "I am doing fine and well to be a knight!"

King Halbert think Macy might have let go her "wanting-to-become-a-knight" phase, but she really do want to become a knight and she is very much passion about it, thank you very much.

"I-I know that, my dear. But Macy, be a knight means you have to go fight, battle with a dangerous creature and who could have k-known, that maybe you might not coming back!—"

"Dad, I am going to be fine! And I am not your little girl anymore, look at me, I am about to graduate and already in my "young adult" size!" Macy interrupt her father's word before he could finish it.

"Still, Macy... You're gonna get hurt and who knows what kind of performance you're gonna do at your graduation–"

"Dad, be honest, we all know what performance I'm gonna do tomorrow." Macy said.

"Ack!–" King Halbert were taken back by her daughter's words, "But still, my order is absolute. Under in no circumstances, Macy Halbert, you are forbidden from graduating on being a knight!"

Macy, the one who always has every right to be what she wants or not wanting to be, did not talk back as she feel like there's no way in saying everything to convince her dad. King Halbert noticing his daughter lack of talking back, try to comfort her only for her to reject it and go to her room.

The king, of course, feel upset over her rejection towards him try to go after her but get stopped by his wife, the queen.

"Honey, I know you did it to make sure she's safe but you do know, you're not only forbidden our daughter from graduating, but also you are crushing our daughter's passion to be a knight."

"I know, but I don't want my little girl to put her life on our kingdom when she is going to be an heir to the throne."

"Yes, but you also know, a good monarch have to make sure her kingdom is in good hand and always feel safe. That's what our daughter dream off about to be a knight and a soon-to-be queen."

Unbeknownst to the couple, their daughter heard they're little conversation but being so frustrated with her father, she just go to her room immediately.

——SEGA——

Macy's Bedroom

As Macy laying on her bed in frustration and exhaustion, how should she tell Clay and the others about it? Should she just disobey her father and just go with the graduation? That can't help at all since he would know anyway.

With no idea on how can she graduate tomorrow, she heard a sound from her Nexo Phone. Look over with how the screen has lighten up. She grab a hold on the phone to see what's the cause of it, only to see a notification of a song?

"Untitled?" Macy said in confusion. Sure, she had a playlist of some certain song she heard but this hasn't been on any of her playlist.

Is this a recommendation? With curiosity on her side, she press the song.

——SEGA——

???

A pink hair lady wearing a school uniform but have a bit of casualty on it walking around the hallway of her Sekai.

She's looking for a friend of hers, as she look around, she noticed a bright light coming from one of classroom from the window.

Wait, are one of the hosts of this Sekai arrived? If so, she need to inform that friend of her about it, just as the pink hair lady try to walk pass the classroom, she notice one figure in the classroom.

Wait, that's not Ichika or any of her friends? Who is this woman? She notice the stranger appearance seems a bit off. Her red hair and a dress that might be from a fantasy story she heard about.

Just by the stranger's body language, she knows that the stranger is confused on where on earth she is. Without any choices left, she goes inside the classroom.

The stranger heard the sound of the door opening as she notice the pink hair lady opening the door and goes inside the room she's currently in.

The stranger, of course, didn't let her guard down. The pink hair lady understand that and try to come off as harmless towards the stranger, "Hello there, you must be lost I'm assume?"

"You bet I am, one second I got a recommendation for a song and the second I press it, I was brought here–" the stranger pause and look around, "–In a classroom? I am so sorry, if it's not..."

"No, no, no! It's okay, and what you say is almost correct," the pink hair lady assure the stranger, "This is a Classroom Sekai but the correct name of it is School Sekai."

"Ah shi– I am intruding on another school?!"

"No, no! You are not! It must be a misunderstanding!"

"How is it misunderstanding when I am in a school where I don't even know about!?"

"I am sure it is misunderstanding!" The pink hair lady was in panicking, she's really not a best person on how to explain the Sekai, "Listen, how about we introduce ourselves and calm ourselves from this, okay?"

The stranger, of course didn't try to calm down but still cooperate to introduce herself.

"Alright, I'll start, my name is Megurine Luka," the pink hair lady, Megurine Luka, said to the stranger, "I am one of the Vocaloid of this Sekai, the School Sekai."

As she said that, the stranger was confused but now, confusion is not the correct term for her, "Vocaloid? Sekai? What does that mean?"

Okay, this seems new and not much new, Luka try to explain, "Vocaloid is a virtual singer, as you can see that I, myself, am a Vocaloid. But that's all, there are other Vocaloid other than me, the well known Vocaloid is my friend, Hatsune Miku, if you know one of her song–"

No, she don't.

"As for the Sekai, it means "world". You are currently in a School Sekai, a world created by the host of this Sekai, or I should say hosts since this Sekai was created specifically from all of them." Luka continue and finally end her explanation, "Now, if you don't mind, what is your name miss...?"

"...Macy, my name is Macy Halbert." The stranger, Macy Halbert, said, "I am sorry for being so hostile..."

"No, no, it's okay. Maybe someone else might also act like that when they summon in here..." Luka said, assuring it's okay for Macy to feel suspicious.

"Ah, I see..." Just as Macy said that, she look around and saw the window. She walk towards it and look up, saw a lot of stars. Now, she may not be a fan of space but she do accompany Clay to the Merlok's library, out of all books that caught her interested were about star constellation.

She did see some constellations she could recall from the book before. She never see it in her life of course, but seeing it now with her own eyes just bring new spark to her.

"Do you like what you see?"

A new voice could be heard, Macy turn around quickly, same goes for Luka as well, sh saw a girl with green hair, pink streaks on some part below of her hair, and a paper clip on her front bang. She also seems to be wearing a school uniform like Luka but also different than her.

"You are..."

"Hatsune Miku, welcome to School Sekai." Hatsune Miku said, "Do you like the constellations?"

"... Yes..." Macy confirm it, "Other than wanting to be a knight, I do find an enjoyment with the star constellations but I never get a chance to view one..."

Knight? Luka thought. She thought that the word knight seems like a foreign word but maybe that also explain for Macy's name and clothing style that came like from fantasy world...

"I see. Well, if you want to see more," Miku grinned, "The rooftop is the best option."

——SEGA——

School Sekai (Rooftop)

What Macy see is always in the book, sure every adults in her life always said it's real. But she knows some certain of it is not real or hasn't been found yet.

And now, what she sees from the book she read before... She doesn't want to leave ever again. As she saw a lot of stars and she can see a few constellations she knows from each of it.

She hold up her hand to the sky, reaching for each of those constellations she's been looking for.

Orion, Regulus, Cygus, Aquila, Lupus, and so much more...

"Seems like you've arrive at the perfect time as well," suddenly she heard Miku's voice, just before Macy could ask why she say that. Suddenly she heard a noise from the sky.

Up on it, is the myth of shooting star she always heard from the adults, but now looking back, she love the sound of it. The shooting star keep on passing more and more, making Macy not wanting to look at anywhere other than at the shooting star.

"It's beautiful..." Macy muttered.

"I'm glad you like it." Miku said, smile warmly at her.

Macy felt all of her frustration from before faded as she keep watching the shooting star and finally it ended. Macy exhale her breathing, she can't believe she hold her breath just because she look at the beautiful shooting star...

"Macy," Macy turn to look at Miku, who called her, "Are you okay?"

Just as Miku said that, Macy's mind came back to her, as she remember her father and her last conversation. Macy feeling like a burden, reply back, "I'm fine! Just, had a disagreement with my dad..."

"Oh..." Miku said, as she look back at the constellations, then she said, "If you ever needed someone to talk to, maybe you can come back here?"

Macy was a bit surprised by that invitation, she can come back here? Miku look back at her with a grin, "Don't worry, this place is available for you, so technically you are a new companion of this Sekai!"

Macy can't help but let out a chuckle at what Miku said, she look at her with a smile, "You really sure you want me to come back?"

"Well, if you ever want to let out some steam. Then be my guest," Miku said as she mimicking a bow as if Macy is a royalty, but technically she is but Miku doesn't know.

"... I guess I don't mind coming here again," Macy said, "But the question I am now thinking before, how do I get out from here?"

"Well, you said you press the play button on the "Untitled", correct?" As Miku said that, Macy shows her the phone, Miku continue, "Well, press the play button again to pause the song and finally, you are free."

Macy smile warmly, "I see. Thank you, Miku..." She said that, but then look up at the sky again before she press the play button, "Maybe, I will come back here again if I have time."

"I hope so," Miku said.

"Well then..." Macy look back at Miku, "See you later, Miku."

Finally she press the play button to pause the song and the bright light from before surrounded her. Macy is no longer standing beside Miku. Miku continue looking at the constellations at the sky, "I know you're here Luka."

"Do you... Know that girl?" Luka said.

"No, but I might have a theory or clue about her... Maybe, just maybe..." Miku answered. She can't wait to meet Ichika and the others but she can't wait to see Macy again...

[chthonicgodling]

oh it’s a part three!!! Elysium!Loki The Past…. The followup! re: actual Elysium-canon events, but of years prior in the very early e!Loki days :-))

this post here is intended as a followup to the bullet point lists I just made that went through some (horrible, horrible) fun facts about the past BEFORE his entrance into Elysium , like the far past before even,,,…. Ahem. a certain two canonical films. Here is part one aaaand part two is linked over there - you gotta read those first before reading this or it wont make sense probably!!

as promised I wanted to include a little addendum about the happy endings that did come about after some of that once Loki entered our universe over here so here’s that in its own post :) beneath the cut bc it’s… Lawng again

so now pretend it is 2012 and you’re in the palace with Tory and Maci and Epi and company and you’ve just adopted this spitting mad supervillain to live with you on the condition that he redemption-arc himself but he’s barely cooperative and so hostile when you try to make friends with him and show him compassion, he will NOT let any of you in -

and THEN you Memory Theater your way through his entire past up to this point and find out some horrifically tragic things that he was trying to Never Talk About Again ™, so now a part of him has broken instead all over again and he’s so weepy and shattered but also SO standoffish and won’t!!! Let any of you HELP him!!!! he won’t trust any of you!!!! and one of the last things you’ve all seen from his Memories was the gruesome murder of his two young sons, it’s hitting the whole palace so hard cause by that point everyone’s got BABY kids , Neo and Ty/Bel are infants, and as new ish parents you’re all EXTRA broken up like, FOR this guy’s pain and. Just desperate to do anything at all to make it better and show him that everyone is just here to help him—

Aaaaand then you remember that this is a functioning Underworld and. Ghosts can live here— what if— WHAT IF—

giggles I hope some of you reading those last two posts were like heeeyyy Vali and Nari!! but we know them!!! they’re Meli’s friends in Elysium!! well they end ed up IN Elysium because, right after (above) and because of (above) Tory was able to arrange a transfer of Vali and Nari’s shades from the Norse underworld niflheim, to the Greek underworld in Elysium!!

it helped that Hela, Loki’s eldest daughter of course, was now running that whole kingdom >:))) she had repaired her baby brothers ghosts when they had fallen to her and kept them specially safe this whole time, so when Tory had arranged for this she (though sad to see them go </3) sent them to her father with all of her love

(Hela though given the offer would not leave niflheim herself - fearful of odin’s wrath, but also because . Her kingdom was her home now and she had a duty to this place.)

and so as a surprise Loki in Elysium was. presented with Vali and Nari themselves, at his door :))) marked that as The first real breakthrough with Loki (as he just fuckin, ihhh my god it was so, just collapsed to his knees and sobbed and so did thEY AND IT WAS A WHOLE THING REUNITED AAHHHHHHH)

And so ah!!! A moment of sincerity at last!! anyway blah blah blah redemption arc continues Loki opens up makes some friends starts fucking Jesse and Laphi gets pregnant with Fjöer that’s not what this whole post is about lmao

this post IS about how then, another two years later, now Fjöer’s been born, Loki’s second Elysium baby Rane has been born as well, Tory is currently pregnant with Loki’s third and fourth Elysium babies Eisa and Einmyria and. Tory’s pregnancy with the twins had been super rough and heD been trying to medically induce labor with one of the pregnancy gods and,, Loki like??? Was super weird and cagey and hostile about it???

Turns out loki was trying to keep the kids out of the way and inside Tory’s womb of safety because fuckin the end of the world ragnarok was prophesized to be coming NOW?! in which Loki’s two sons Fen and Jör were supposed to break free and end the world with him and. well he didn’t want his infant daughters in the middle of that. Ok he wasn’t thinking rationally.

the loophole solution (cause Tory was like. FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT IM GETTING THESE KIDS OUT OF ME YOU LUNATIC) ended up being… fen and Jör DID break free! they were supposed to fight to nonexistence. and so the loop closed once they no longer existed………

……..in their true forms. For they alllowed Loki to transform them into human shapes, and then, now thaat they had “escaped” and “ended their existence” , freely went to live in Elysium with their dad!! and all their old and NEW siblings!!! YAY!!

Fen and Jör don’t live in the palace actually they come and go as they please and travel th whole underworld basically :)) they don’t do a whole lot but they are there and so Loki’s got almost all his kids back plus a multitude more of them!! yay!!

And so this is. More than enough Loki-posting for one day but. I hope this has been a fun little read <333 I don’t really know how to end this post so uhh jazz hands that’s iT LMAO…

[percontaion-points]

Court chapters 60-63

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Chapter 60

And just that easily, we are face-to-face with two very large, very armed members of Cyrus’s exclusive Vampire Guard.

Chapter 60 summary: They go to London, where Hudson leads them into a gross-looking, old house. However, the house is simply Hudson’s entrance, which is seemingly kept so nasty looking so that people won’t enter. His real residence is behind a hidden bookcase.

When Grace sees this room, she starts to have a panic attack. Because she’s been in this room… she vaguely remembers it. Hudson confirms that this is where the two of them spent those 3 (4?) months together. However, this only makes Grace feel worse, because she still remembers next to nothing about her time alone with him. 

Hudson then opens up a door with biometric locks on it, and leads them down a tunnel. Things are going way too smoothly, and the others comment about it. Hudson confesses that Cyrus doesn’t know about this tunnel because Hudson himself carved it out from the rock over the course of 100 years. 

They get to the end of the tunnel, where there’s another door with a lot of biometrics on it. However, on the other side are, naturally, vampire guards. 

Chapter 61

“And what about the others? Have you seen them yet?” 

Vincenzo darts a glance at Darius before telling Hudson, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. They put up a fight but were captured before we could get to them.” 

I gasp, knowing immediately they’re referring to Flint, Macy, and Mekhi.

To the surprise of literally nobody, running in without a plan or back-up got them captured. 

He breaks off as a knife flies straight into the center of his chest. He has one second to issue a surprised, “Oh,” before death claims him, and he falls face forward onto the ground.

Chapter 61 summary: Mercifully, the guards are friends of Hudson. They tell the others that the children are mostly being kept in the dungeon. Only once their magic has been drained, Cyrus chucks them into something called the “well”, because it’s out of the way, and people can’t hear them scream. Also, Delilah isn’t there, “the screaming gives her indigestion”. (I shit you not; I wish this was a joke.) Also, to the surprise of nobody, Macy, Flint, and Mekhi got captured. 

Grace then realises that they’re in a kind of crypt. The brothers tell her that members of the royal family can develop powers. But in order to do so, when they’re children, they’re given this special elixir mixed with a sleeping powder, and basically locked in a coffin for 100 years. They’re woken up every year to see how their powers are progressing. But Hudson says that he was awoken every MONTH. It doesn’t take Grace long to figure out that he quickly became immune to the sleeping powder, so he was forced to be awake for 100 years of his 120 year imprisonment. No wonder he’s so fucked in the head. 

Right then, somebody comes by and murders the two guards. You know, because like an idiot, Grace insisted on standing there and refusing to move until the brothers answered her questions. 

Chapter 62

“The third is the most obvious and the first thing our shite father taught me. Blood is only thicker than water when it’s running down the drain.”

Chapter 62 summary: Anyway, so the brothers have an older sister. And she’s there to murder them (I guess?)

Chapter 63

“What good would it do to tell you she was in here?” he asks. “It would only hurt you.” 

“Because thinking my mother chose to abandon me didn’t hurt?” she shoots back. “Thinking that she was out there somewhere just living her life and not wanting me didn’t hurt? What kind of father would do something like that?”

Right. And she thinks that knowing her mom was kidnapped by a psychotic vampire would somehow be the better option here? MACY WAS FUCKING EIGHT WHEN HER MOM WAS TAKEN. I hope I don’t have to spell out for anybody that “hey, your mom was kidnapped!” would mess even an adult up. 

She buries her head on his shoulder but wipes her hands over her face before whispering to her father, “Tell me everything.”

Chapter 63 summary: The news of a sister seems to take both Hudson and Jaxon by surprise, too. This unnamed sister calls the guards. But as the small band of heroes goes to fight, they quickly realise that there’s magic-dampening spells all around them. However, Grace admits that even if they did have their powers, they are so quickly overwhelmed by the number of guards, that their powers wouldn’t matter.

They’re thrown into a cell with the others, where the book spends a moment to name-drop every minor background character who’s been named. Amka the librarian is there, so she’s not evil, I guess. 

Anyway, Macy is there, and the cousins spend a moment apologising to each other for their terrible behaviour. One of the kids tells Macy that her dad is in the back, so the two of them rush to his side. Hudson says he needs to talk to Jaxon about their sister, so it’s only a family reunion at this point. Macy’s mom, Rowena, is also down there, but she’s been there for the past decade, and she’s in really bad shape. Both physically as well as psychologically. 

Finn tells Macy that he knew this entire time that her mother was being kept prisoner by Cyrus. That he’d done everything he could to free her. But obviously, it wasn’t enough. Macy is upset that Finn had let her believe that Rowena had walked away from them, and that she was living her life, childfree and happy. Because yes: telling an 8 your old that a psycho vampire kidnapped mommy sounds like such a wonderful idea. 

[abnerkrill]

how about midnight mass and in the flesh for the fandom ask game??

hiii sorry this is so late hehe but i'm back from vacation now!

midnight mass:

blorbo: father paul and sheriff hassan, i adore them both, they're so well acted and full of depth and ARGH i have GOT to rewatch this show now that u got me thinking about how perfect it is...!!!

scrunkly: i mean is it offensive to say a full on catholic priest is scrunkly . father paul is kinda scrunkly

scrimblo bimblo: sarah!!!!!!!!! very underappreciated!

glup shitto: not sure if i have one for this show since it's just one season and all the major players i care about are major enough to not be glup shittos tbh!!

poor little meow meow: father paul lmaaooooo of course. love his war crimes, love the patheticness, love the need to drink blood, love the twisted philosophies, etc.

horse plinko: father paul of COURSE, let's TORTURE that sad awful man!!!!!!

eeby deeby: FORTUNATLEY BEV IS ALREADY IN SUPERHELL TEEHEE

in the flesh

blorbo: SIMON MONROE!!!

scrunkly: kieren. i feel more or less maternal towards him in the sense that i'd go DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH TO WEAR ARE YOU DOING OKAY CAN I EMOTIONALLY SUPPORT YOU IN SOME WAY I HAVEN'T CONCEIVED OF YET and i also want to pinch his cheeks.

scrimblo bimblo: okay philip grew on me SO MUCH and i was shocked when it happened. he was horrible, but then it all fell apart when he fell apart. and yeah, that moment in a truly great TV show when you have to face your own hate for a terrible person and realize u were in fact wrong to think even that guy was irredeemable. anyway he's great actually, his arc is so well done!!

glup shitto: hard to say again bc this show doesn't have all that many characters fdsjkfdklsjfjksdl

poor little meow meow: OBVIOUSLY simon but i think maxine is also an incredible hashtag problematic fave. she's horrible but she's so good at what she does!!

horse plinko: simon of course!!!!

eeby deeby: bill macy :( i mean it was all such a tragedy but also the fact that anyone could do that to their own son. horrific. like s1 is this perfect small tragedy and s2 expands the lore and the world and everything, but i think you'd be hard-pressed to get a more effective 3-part tragedy than s1 with the rick macy arc!!

send me a fandom

[blissfulalchemist]

sfw full clear for nate and aria bc i miss them

You know what Macy! I miss them too! So let's do this!

1. Who cooks?

Aria more so out of habit, but Nate does the cooking when she’s in the busy times of the year as she will also forget. This has been such a nice development for her friend Claudia that was always the one to make sure something was delivered so Aria would stop and eat.

2. Who’s the messiest? The cleanest?

Honestly there’s this like constant messiness that isn’t overpowering but like the lived in kind of messy. Especially when they move to get more space once Drake offspring #2 comes into play.

3. Who fixes the vehicle after a breakdown?

Nate. Aria stands off to the side watching, handing over tools, and remarking on how it was his luck that caused this to happen and why couldn’t this happen some place nicer like near a gas station.

4. Living space has a leak! Who fixes it?

Team effort that results in them having to call someone anyway like they should have done in the first place.

5. Who buys the groceries?

From a regular grocery store? Aria. She can be more focused and knows how to shop. However! Nate will go to the farmer’s market and those open kind of places to shop and he’s good at getting things for much better prices. (Yes the lack of security cameras helps in this. You can’t expect this man to change that much, but only for the people that are rude or are way overcharging for things never the little guys)

6. Going out to eat: Who pays? Who orders the most food? And who has dessert?

Both, its a fight of who get’s there first, yes even after they share a bank account. Depends on the time of year but it can on occassion be Aria. Both have the dessert, though not always at the place they just ate at.

7. Would they go to the beach?

Oh of course! They like going there fairly often!

8. Who knows how to swim? Who doesn’t?

You’re dating/marrying a Drake you gotta know how to swim or else you’re learning the hard way. But both know how to swim.

9. Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

They both are multilingual and to different extents. They do try to teach the other the ones that aren’t common to the other (Aria will teach him Apache, Southern Ute, Hopi, and Navajo and Nate taught her some ancient languages along with getting her to a reading level of arabic) but most of the time neither can get to much of a proficency to be of use on their own other than like important phrases but its something!

10. Any pets? Or plants?

Pets do come with the children but I am unsure of just what pets. Plants were fairly common in Aria’s place but the ones that are easy enough to take care of.

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

Both and they do occasionally join the other and when they’re just having a bath for more comfort and non-sexual intimacy there are for sure bubble fights. (Aria will tell you not to believe Nate when he says it was her that started it, because its a lie, when we all know he’s for once telling the truth)

12. Can they stand silence? Who talks the most? Who talks the least?

They can on occassion. There’s plenty of times that Aria needs silence or at least a smaller amount of noise. Nate tends to talk more on a normal day though and really he’s just good at coming up with things to talk about. 

13. Who stays up late? Who sleeps the most? Does the other have to force them to sleep/wake up?

Aria stays up late and Nate has to drag her to bed. This has been something from the beginning and the same tricks still work after all these years. 

14. Who is the highest maintenance? Does the other mind?

Neither of them are really high maintenance so this isn’t an issue.

15. Vacation ideas: who decides them? Where would they go, if anywhere?

Aria. Last time Nate decided to plan a vacation well....his luck caught up with him and Sam joined and so that doubled it and then it almost turned into another wacky adventure. They will go to many different places with the most common vacation being one to see Aria’s parents.

[soemthingsparkly]

i have a very sad and dark thought for you that came to me in my dream - imagine the boys and julie talking abt how horrible the 2020 pandemic was and all and one day and then they're like 'wow man that was the worst year ever' and reggie wanting to break the tension goes 'i know right, like i almost killed myself in 94' and it wasn't as bad as this shit year' and everyone just freezes in their tracks and LOOKS at him but he doesn't seem to notice what he said until the silence stretches

Oof. 

You really coming in here with the dark stuff, huh?

I was like, do I write this or do I just react to this? But of course, I can’t pass up an opportunity for pain like this.

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TW: suicide mention.

This fic contains a conversation about a failed suicide plan - one involving chemicals. Please don’t read it if you think there’s any chance you might be triggered by it.

And if you’re feeling this way, please don’t feel damaged or alone. There are people out there who want to help. There are people out there who want to listen to you. I’ve been there and I know those thoughts can be all consuming, but trust me, there’s a better path for you, just around the corner. <3

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This is Why I Never Told You

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It’s New Years Eve and Julie is spending the night with the boy’s in the studio.

She’d originally planned to spend the evening with Flynn - they were going to bake cookies and watch Disney Channel Original's like always - but then her older sister tested positive for COVID and now the family were isolating for the next two weeks.

When Flynn had told her two days ago, Julie’s first reaction had been panic. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” Flynn said. “She isn’t even showing symptoms or anything. Some dumb guy came to work after testing positive and spread it to the rest of them, so now we’re all under lock and key. Dad is panic roasting an entire chicken and mom’s on the phone to Macy, asking her to get toilet paper for us.” Flynn scoffs. “Honestly, what the fuck kind of year has this been, anyway?”

Awful.

That’s what this year has been. 

“Jules, you want me to put these up over here?” Luke asks, standing on a stool and attaching gold and red bunting to the wall.

Julie blinks. “Uh, yeah. Anywhere’s fine.”

There’s a soft puff of air behind her and she turns to see Reggie, who’s just poofed in and wearing a pair of 2020 novelty glasses. “Guys, look what I found at the back of Ray’s wardrobe.” He’s grins and points to his face. “Look, I’ve got 20/20 vision!”

Julie snorts softly. “You’re about a year late with that one, hun.”

Reggie purses his lips. “Boo,” he says. “I’m funny.”

“Funny in the head, more like,” Alex says, rising from his crouching position in front of the TV, where he’d been setting up Carlos’ Xbox. Carlos and Ray were over at Victoria’s, so Carlos had kindly allowed them to borrow his Xbox in order to play Disney Plus out here. 

Of course, Julie had been invited to Tìa’s too, but she’d declined the offer.

“I think I’d rather just be here on my own,” she’d said. “I know Flynn isn’t coming anymore, but I had my heart set on watching Jump In again. Nothing like a bit of double dutch to say goodbye to this year, right?”

He’d kissed her head and told her to give him a call if she changed her mind. He would be right back to pick her up.

“You okay, Julie?” Luke asks, picking his way across the garage to stand in front of her. “You’re looking really bummed out.”

Reggie took off his glasses and Alex buried his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, I just...” she dips her eyes. “Was looking forward to spending the evening with Flynn. We’ve spent every New Year together since we were ten.”

Luke’s mouth twitches. “I’m sorry.”

Julie shakes her head, she crosses the room to put down the bowl of popcorn she’d been holding. “It’s okay. It’s necessary. It just...” she slumps into the sofa. “I thought this would be the one thing that wouldn’t change this year. We could just disappear into our own little celebration and pretend this year hasn't been a total write off.”

Luke, Reggie, and Alex all take a moment to look at each other, before they converge around Julie. Reggie falls into the sofa next to her, while Alex perches on the arm of the chair. 

Luke sits directly across from her and puts his hand face-up, on her knee. He curls his fingers and Julie complies, sliding her hand into his. He closes his hand around hers and strokes the back of palm with his hand. 

“We’re really sorry you can’t spend your evening with your best friend,” he says. “But we want to make it good for you.”

“Yeah, Julie, it’s what you deserve after this year,” Alex adds.

“I don’t know about these guys, but you’re the best thing to happen that’s ever happened to me, Jules,” Reggie says, bumping her shoulder with his own.

Luke and Alex smirk, before nodding. “Totally,” Luke says, his eyes flashing with mirth. He squeezes her hand and she can’t help but smile.

“It has been a year, though,” Alex says, rubbing his palms against his jeans. “Like what are the chances we die and come back to a global pandemic?”

“You sure picked a bad time,” Julie says with a chuckle.

“Right?” Reggie grins. “It had to be the one year where the entire world had to shut down. I mean, this year is even worse that that time in ‘94 and that was so bad I tried to kill myself.”

The guys laugh, until his words settle.

Luke’s eyes widen. “What did you just say?”

Reggie blinks, his brows touching his hairline. “’94 was bad?”

“Did you –” Alex begins, but has to restart. “Reggie, did you say you tried to... kill yourself?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and Reggie lifts his eyes to the ceiling. “Did I say that?”

“Reggie?” Julie asks softly.

“Dude, what the hell?” Luke demands, turning his fury on the bassist. “Are you serious?”

With the weight of all three stares on him, Reggie huffs and throws himself back against the sofa cushions. He folds his arms. “This is why I never told you guys.”

“What, because we’re concerned that our best friend tried to end his life and didn’t think that was worth telling us?” Alex asks, eyes narrowed.

Reggie softens and rubs his eyes. “It was just a bad time, okay?”

Luke’s face creases and his voice cracks when he asks, “If it was that bad, why wouldn’t you just tell us?”

Julie reaches across and puts a hand on Reggie’s knee. Reggie draws his hands away from his eyes to watch her thumb move across the dark denim.

“It just didn’t feel important. I didn’t want to bother you guys.”

Alex stands. “Did want to bother us? Reggie, you’re our best friend, why would you think that–” He cuts himself off and threads his hands through his hair. He kicks the leg of the chair. “Fuck’s sake.”

“Alex,” Luke says, raising a hand and opening it to him. After a brief frustrated hesitation, Alex takes it and tries to calm himself down.

Reggie exhales. “It was just... things were so bad, okay?” he says. “Everything was so loud, my parents were fighting at home, Alex and Bobby weren’t talking to each other, and I was failing everything at school. I just felt like... I thought maybe things would be better if I just... took myself out of the picture.”

“Did you?”

Reggie shakes his head. “I remembered Mr Danbury talking about toxic chemical combos in Chemistry, so I stole the key from his desk and stayed after school one day. But, I didn’t even get in the room before I freaked out.”

Luke drags a hand down his face. “Thank god,” he mutters.

Reggie shrugs, fiddling with the zip of his plaid zip-up. “I chickened out.”

Julie, who had been silent during this entire interaction, suddenly folded against him, her arms snaking around his stomach and back. His arms automatically wrap around her shoulders. “I’m glad you didn’t do it, Reg,” she says, closing her eyes and pressing her cheek against his chest. She squeezes him. “So glad.”

Alex sniffs and lets out an uncertain chuckle. “Yeah, imagine if you’d gone through with it. Then you wouldn’t’ve had the chance to die via bad street dogs like the rest of us.”

Luke’s face splits into a grin and he tears his hand away from Alex’s to swat him in the stomach. Alex smiles and catches him.

Julie holds out an arm and beckons for them to join her and Reggie in their hug. Luke tugs Alex and they both fall on top of the pair.

“You guys,” Reggie says. “Are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“We love you, Reginald. Don’t forget that,” Alex says.

Reggie, his face crushed against Luke’s arm, his leg growing dead under Alex’s weight, smiles. “I love you, too.”

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Anyway, I love Jump In. 

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[marigold-doms]

mystic destiny || choi san ||

[ ep. 2 ]  >>  [ ep. 3 ] >> [ ep. 4 ]

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Written by: MIKA🌻

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: just cocky Yeosang 

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                ||  Ep. 3 ||   Doll

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Sadly, you find yourself being honest. Slowly shaking your tired head. “You can’t be my boyfriend, San.”

“Why?” His voice was softer than a whisper.

Your eyes close and you can’t open them any longer. “I have no choice but to be with someone I don’t know.”

“Be with me.” He innocently offers. “You know me.”

You manage a weak smile with your eyes closed. “If only it were that simple.”

Before you hear anything else, you slip from consciousness. Falling fast asleep for almost the whole day.

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The warmth of the sun’s beams welcome you from your slumber as they seep in through your blinds. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve slept, since your body aches to cuddle deeper into the comforter. From the position you were laying in, it was so tempting to close your eyes and rest for longer. After all, sleep sort of became your new best friend over the past few months.

Slowly but surely, you begin to recall the day before, taking your time to fully wake yourself up. Remembering everything takes a while but when you do, you shoot up and scan your room. On your bed you see two pearls. One large marble sized pearl and a tiny miniature version.

You pick up the two pearls and drop them into a mason jar of some coins and missing earring sets.

“San?”

There’s a moment of silence before you hear heavy feet slapping the floor. “(Y/n),” You liked hearing how he said your name. “Sleepy one said that you need to eat. It’s almost sunset.”

You nod. Not sure if he’s been awake long. “Did you sleep okay?”

He pulls you by your sweatshirt. “Brush your teeth. Humans have to brush their teeth. Especially you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, glancing into the hallway. Knowing that the last part was Mace’s manipulation.

You start brushing your teeth, still a little groggy. “Did you brush your teeth?”

San nods, proudly. “Yes. I brushed my teeth.”

You pause, wrist stopping as well. You try not to swallow toothpaste when you ask. “With what?”

“You’re holding it.”

********************

Macy’s on the phone with her boyfriend when you come out to eat after yelling at San for using your toothbrush.

“Okay, Woo.” Macy sets down her plate, making sure to flash you a smile when she sees your tired face. “Bye.”

“Good morning.” You wave, gingerly.

“It’s almost dinner time…” Macy mutes herself to speak to you.

“Oh. Guess, I was tired.”

The call ends and she pulls up a chair. “Sit. We have to talk before I go on my date.”

You hated when she used this tone of voice with you. “Am I in trouble?”

San has settled in his seat and he starts bringing food up to his lips. Curiously chewing and smiling when the flavor suits his taste.

“No, but I feel like house rules are a must…”

You remember what you told Macy last night. Of course, it wasn't the full truth. You told her you had a near death experience— and that San saved you.

“I’m not sure how long you’re planning on keeping him here with us y/n but I hope you know that I can’t be responsible for him.”

San’s eyes flit up at the two of you before he smiles and continues eating.

You nod. “Yes, He’ll sleep in my room for as long as he stays.”

Macy lifts a knowing brow. Nothing motherly but in a sense that you could read her thoughts. “Remember, You already have a man.”

Again, you’re aware of your situation. You’ve gotten over the shock of coming back to life. You had to face the reality again. Macy was gracious enough to open up her condo to you in order to at least give you some freedoms. Granted she could only do so much as your cousin, her allowing you to live under the same roof was a blessing and an escape. But to add another head into the living arrangement might be pushing it.

“As if I can change anything. I owe San. He did save my life.”

Your savior chews with his mouth open. “Would’ve been unfortunate if I didn’t...”

Mace’s face was almost comical because of the way her eyebrows knit into confusion. You regret not giving her all the details but maybe it was better to spare her.

“Okay well, Woo is waiting for me downstairs so I’ll be back.” She goes into her room to grab something then comes back out. “I might be back…”

After waving a quick bye to your cousin, she shuts the door behind her. Which leaves you and San alone in the condo. He sits across from you, still wearing Wooyoung’s clothing. The sleeves are nice and snug against his toned arms. He shovels a big bit into his mouth before relishing in the taste. “I forgot how good human food was. Do you always eat food like this?”

You don’t reply. Out of habit, your mind begins to queue a playlist of things to overthink. Mind heavy with complaints and sufferings of your pitiful, privileged life. When Macy wasn’t around it was harder to avoid these thoughts. Sure, growing up financially wealthy came with perks that could get you brownie points with anyone you decided to associate with. But it hurt to grow up with people and parents that only gave a damn about social status and political wealth.

Your life wasn’t even yours to simply choose and move freely in anyway. Despite being a grown woman, that stupid contract with the prime minister’s family, chained you down to give you no choice but to obey. The amount of shame that your family would burden you with if you didn’t would be insurmountable.

“Y/n?” San’s voice brings you back out of your head.

“Yes, San?” You find yourself blushing when he smiles at you for making eye contact with him.

“I’ve been wondering,” He presses his lips together before finishing his sentence. “What can I do to make you happy today?”

“Huh?”

“I look at you and I feel happy. I know it’s because meeting you made me human again but,” San’s unending transparency is a breath of fresh air to you. “You don’t smile often. I want to make you smile.”

To smile? Being Happy? Was that something you could even ask for?

The Following Day

“I can’t believe it…” You paced the doctor’s office. “You’re saying I don’t have it?”

“That’s what the results are telling us, Miss y/l/n… Of course, We could run more tests just to be sure. There’s just no trace of cancer anywhere. Miraculous is the only way I can describe it.”

On the way out of the hospital you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream for joy. Your feelings were already conflicted considering you still thought that it was almost unfair for you to be alive. With San here, you’re undeniably doubting that you are the best person to help him relive a human life either.

One problem starts stumbling into the next when you arrive home.

“Y/n! A random human man is intruding!” San runs into you in the hallway and his look of panic forces you to push past him to see what’s wrong.

You stop at the door. San is still moving around behind you and making incoherent sounds at the man standing in the living room of your apartment.

“What are you doing here?”

The man stares at you bewildered. “What’s another man doing here?”

“Y/n instructed me to guard the condo!” San turns to you after pointing at the man. “I got a strange feeling in my stomach, y/n. Tell him to leave.”

You sigh, choosing to ignore San’s disposition. “Is today the day?”

“You know him?” San questions. Earning a small nod from you.

“You forgot?” The man questions, flicking his light hair from his eyes. “I was going to bail but considering my business is on the line because of this marriage agreement, I had no choice.”

This day couldn’t possibly get any more inconvenient.

“You couldn’t find another smart excuse?”

“Unfortunately,” He smiles at you with a glare in his eyes— you never understood how he did that. His eyes flicker to San before he continues speaking. “I couldn’t keep myself away from you any longer.”

[ Y e o s a n g ‘ s  P . O . V . ]

How was this possible?

I thought I got rid of him?

He died in the lake, didn’t he?

This man in front of him couldn’t possibly be him. But judging by his tone of voice and the fact that he looks exactly the same as he remembered him… It was San. Clueless and unaware undoubtedly. But it was San.

How dare he survive after all these years.

Yeosang had made a deal with that stupid god holding a silver stop watch.

To become immortal until he found his lover again. He was sure that it was her. Y/n looked exactly like her. Smelled like her and even spoke like her. He made it sure that when she was old enough to talk that he’d make her his. She had to be his lover.

Seeing  San alive and staying in the same place with her. Anger began to flood his veins, his blood simmering to a boil.

He was going to make sure that San stood no chance against him. Emotionally and physically. Even if it meant that he was going to have to make another deal.

********************

In the heavens, the God of Light is watching with a blank expression on his face as the God of Shadows smiles and laughs at the interaction of the meta-humans below.

“Isn’t it marvelous?” Hongjoong humors, fanning himself lightly. “They finally met.”

“Let’s see how it goes. I have a good feeling about this.”

“I don’t.” Yunho bites his nails, a bad habit he’s received from spending so much time in the human world.

“Why do you keep weaseling your way into the conservatory?” The God of the Shadows doesn’t even bear to look at his half brother.

“Brother.” The God of Light warns, clicking his stopwatch shut. He turns to the hybrid. “Son of Jeong Mina—“

“Yunho.”

“—Go down to earth. Your lover is waiting for you.”

“Pardon?” One and a half gods exclaim in unison.

**************

“What’s happening?” Wooyoung smiles at his princess as she finishes the conversation on the phone with y/n.

Macy sighs, frowning as she hangs up. “She’s going on a date with the Prime Minister's son.”

Wooyoung mirrors his girlfriend’s expression. “Maybe we should help her out this time.”

“We can't. They’ll be at the big engagement ball.”

“I can get us in. I am a famous dancer after all.” Wooyoung winks.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here hiding in your apartment because of your insane fans.”

Off put by the facts, Wooyoung pouts and cocks his head to the side. “What about that guy she met? The one at the condo. What’s he gonna do tonight?”

Mace’s eyes flash with an idea. “Grab your suit.  We’re going.”

**************

You smooth out the dress that Yeosang’s maids laid out for you to wear. In any sense you were bound to hate what they picked. And you did. Around the room you see that it’s decorated with elegance and luxury.

“This will be your room once you move in. By the looks of it, you’ll be enjoying life with me in about a month.”

You began to tear up. Cancer should’ve saved you. You would’ve been set free. Your tears turn into harsh sobs while your shoulders shiver from the cold emotion waving over you. Everything in this cursed life has been torturous. Having no choice but to grin and bear it all. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to learn to love this man. He was older than you by at least 5 years— you didn’t have the time of day to really care. He barely knew you and you swore he acted like he’s known you for your entire life.

The 3 timid knocks on the door fool you to think it’s just one of Yeosang’s maids asking for permission to enter. Yet when the door opens, you have no time to wipe the stream of tears ruining the makeup on your face.

“Oh y/n.” The most concern you’ve ever seen on the man's face puts you off but you allow him to approach you. Turning your body away from him. “Why are you crying, Doll?”

Doll?

“Just give me a minute. This is a lot to take in.” You try to mask your emotions by making a shallow excuse. Placing your hand down on the wooden chest that you were sitting on.

Yeosang places his hands in his sharp suited pockets while he buffers to assess the situation. He places his body in front of you in efforts to close off space.

“A change in lifestyle can be scary. Trust me,” He places a gentle hand on the back of your exposed shoulder blade. “I completely understand how intimidating change can be.”

I just barely escaped life by dying and now I’m back to life with no way out. In addition to that, there’s another person’s lifestyle I have to worry about. So,  I bet you don’t.

Maybe he reads your face well because you hear him sigh. “Believe it or not. I had to take a while to get used to living life in a new, scary way. After a while, I saw the beauty in it.”

“What makes you think I’ll find the beauty in being signed off to you?”

He tries to conceal the smirk that he’s already flashed you. “From-” His eyes find a place to the left of you. “...the way you would look so pretty standing next to me.”

Your head turns to where his eyes guide you. The huge gold lined mirror mounted on the wall reflected Yeosang standing tall next to you. You gaze at yourself, knowing that your outer appearance masked the horrible storm that was brewing internally. Yeosang’s deep colored orbs meet yours through the reflection. He looks so refined and elegantly poised that your bad posture was starting to embarrass you.

“You don’t think so, Doll?”

“Delusional, really. If you notice, I’m not exactly jumping into your arms in excitement. Also,” You then turn away from the reflection to face him. “Stop calling me that.”

Humor returns to his face and he lifts one side of his lips. “I don’t wanna.”

You find yourself sighing and standing up straight. “What time does this event start?”

“As soon as you and I walk down the hall and into the ballroom.”

“Can’t I just stay in here?”

“I mean, we can. I’ll just have to let everyone know that you and I will be up here the whole night. Alone.” He watches your reaction with amusement as you smooth your dress and use the back of your hand to tidy up your face.

“Lets go.”

Yeosang smiles to himself, gesturing to the dark wood door. “After you, Doll.”

You make a face and walk past him. Hoping that holding onto his arm will pull you through the rest of the night.

***********

“Pleasure to see you and your beautiful wife again Mr. y/l/n.” Yeosang takes your father’s hand into his and firmly shakes it. Your mother beams at Yeosang with sparkles in her eyes. She feels absolutely excited for her daughter to be thrown into the arms of a total stranger—“a rich one” she’d add, for moral purposes.

“Please, child. Call me mom.” The airiness in your mom’s poised voice forces you to bite the inside of your cheek. Yeosang handsomely returns a smile and you can see the blood rush to your mothers face.

As much as the pleasantries were being passed around, you hated being the center of it all. It seemed that you were the focus of all the talk but no one wanted to to consider how you felt about practically being signed off to a rich family. By the sound of all the rumors, Yeosang’s family was the most feared and influential family in the whole country. It was no surprise to the world when they suddenly revealed Yeosang as their eldest.

“You better straighten up, y/n. The whole world is watching and I will not have a child that cracks under pressure. Do not embarrass me after all the work your father and I put into your future.” It’s as if your mother switched off her grace and poise to the mask words she’s whispering into your ear by giving you a hug.

You don’t say a word but for the cameras you bring your arms up to embrace her. If you haven’t already learned by now it was second nature for you to naturally know how to keep a consistent public image. A grateful daughter of one of the most successful business companies in the capital.

Your father follows and you can’t help the swell of pain that sinks into your heart when he meets your eyes. He’s been wearing a tired expression for as long as you remember. In the past, although he was stressed from his line of work, he used to look at you with so much care and hope. Now, it’s hard to search for the compassion he used to have for you. Maybe if he wasn’t so desperate to please your mother, he’d remember his role as your father.

Your body becomes heavy. Now the idea of holding onto Yeosang for the rest of the night seemed like a nice support right about now.

Your silent prayers are answered when Yeosang offers you his arm again. “As much as I’d  love to chat more with my future parents. Y/n and I should make our rounds. ” Even though Yeosang was a huge part of your problems, maybe in this moment you were happy that he had enough sense to pull you away from the disappointment that you’ve felt with your once loving parents.

A couple of hours into this dreaded engagement party, you’ve been through so many introductions that you’re sure you’ve met the entire population of the white collar heads of the family.

Yeosang senses your exhaustion. “Should be another 2 hours.”

“Oh gods help me.” You sigh, biting your lip.

“I’ll be doing some separate greetings so I hope you can manage from here, Doll.”

“I don’t need to be babysat. Go do your business things.” Your arms slips from his firm bicep and you take a step away. Choosing to sit in the back where you hopefully go unnoticed by all the big name companies.

“Just two more hours.”

Yes. Just two more.

**** **************

“May the newly engaged couple come forward and have their first drink together. Our capital’s betrothed.”

Such a Victorian tone to use in a setting so modern and classy. You gather the fabric around your finger tips and gaze at Yeosang with indifference. His deep colored eyes seem to search for something of substance with yours. The most you could give back to him was a timid curl of your lip.  In a place so unfamiliar and rigid, Yeosang was your only form of stability.

“Let’s see a sweet kiss from the soon to be couple!” A random voice shouts towards the front of the room.

Yeosang plays the role of bashfulness with confidence. Yet, you’re completely uncomfortable with having to show any type of affection—much less physical touch with this man.

A shiver runs down your spine but not from Yeosang.

A voice echoes in your head and you’re sure that you know who it is but, how?

“Y/n, You don’t have to be with him.”

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[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

pairing: cartel!shota aizawa x fem!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, this will be a cartel!au, so mentions of c*ke and distribution...yeah lol, suggestive content towards the end of the chapter (vague description of a bj), angst, cheating, aizawa just ain’t shit in this story LMFAOOO

a/n: this is the third fucking time i’ve tried to post this so if it doesn’t work i’m gonna cry. but I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE and i can’t wait for you all to see what i’ve got planned. so uh...strap yourselves in it’s about to get crazy. sorry ms joke </3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚’ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

The salty, warm breeze from the ocean whipped its way through Shota’s onyx locks, tossing them around with a gentle force. Miami was gorgeous from the water, skyscrapers alight with the buzzing energy of the city, streets crawling with good food and even better looking women. Gorgeous full lips wrapped around martini glasses, criminally short dresses clinging to any skin it was given. He didn’t care much for the nightlife, opting to observe the partygoers from a distance.

He wasn’t here to socialize.

He was here to work.

His wrists draped over the edge of the rail that separated him and the water, a small portion of his weight against the cool metal. When Hizashi suggested that he get a yacht he nearly spat out his whiskey, face contorted in an expression of annoyance and disdain. Shota didn’t understand why someone would need such a flashy boat, it was merely a watercraft meant for travel and or fishing. This wasn’t the 1400’s where one’s worth was tied to the size of a man’s ship. Just another glorified pissing contest for rich people with too much money, and not enough couple’s therapy in the world that could keep them home for days at a time.

It’s not as if he was in any position to judge though, his pinky coming to rest just below the silver band that rarely inhabited his ring finger these days. He doesn’t entirely know what possessed him to wear it, whether it be the ever-crushing guilt from lying to his wife, or the text he’d received from Emi this morning that read:

“Make sure to bring me back a mojito! Don’t work yourself too hard, and remember how much I love you!💕”

If only she knew that these tri-monthly “Inter-Departmental Hero Conferences” were just fronts for selling a literal boat-load of cocaine.

Turns out, yachts were really good for that.

In the span of just five years, superhuman society was nearing it’s peak. Upon the graduation of all the students in the 1-A Hero Course, and Izuku Midoriya’s induction as the new Symbol of Peace; the world began to see an astronomical shift. Crime rates were the lowest they’d ever been, with Japan and the States sitting at 2 and 4.5 percent, respectively. Newly minted Pro Heroes roamed the streets, bringing security to those who needed it and striking fear into the hearts of those who were on the wrong side of the law.

But this utopia came at a price. With the sudden influx of fresh and talented pros, crime decreased exponentially, leaving little villain-based work for Heroes to get paid for. Hostage situations and evacuation efforts took backseat to helping older women across the street and assisting young children with their schoolwork. Soon enough, peace became a burden for those whose careers surrounded chaos.

Aizawa was no exception to this dilemma. Once Midoriya and his classmates graduated and obtained their Hero Licenses, he’d ended his tenure as an instructor at UA. He felt that he’d done his civic duty as a teacher and a Pro, and produced some of the finest Heroes the world would come to see. So he began to settle down. Surprisingly, he’d begun to tolerate Joke’s incessant laughter and boisterous personality, and soon fell in love with the eccentric woman. Between patrols and giving advice to aspiring Heroes at the community center, he and Emi explored all the the world had to offer; swapping out steel-toed combat boots for soft plush flip flops against hot sand. After three years he’d proposed, much to Emi’s delight (and Ashido’s upon hearing that Mr. Aizawa could actually tolerate another human being). The ceremony was small, and intimate. Shinsou serving as the ring bearer, and Eri as the flower girl. Mic even shed a few tears during the toast, though he’ll deny it if Kayama ever brings it up.

For a while, things were good. Life was good. Emi was glowing with the energy of a new life blossoming inside her, and Shota fantasized about meeting his little girl, counting all of her dainty fingers and toes, and doting on her for all to see.

Or at least it was, before agencies began to close. Paychecks got smaller and smaller. Heroes were struggling to find work and their pockets began to struggle along with them. With Emi on maternity leave, and Hero society coming to a standstill, things were looking grim. He needed to provide for his family, his wife, his children.

He needed a plan, and fast.

Luckily, Hizashi always did have good standing with everyone’s favorite Bird Boy. So he called in a few favors.

“Just for a couple months man! We stir up a little bit of noise, make a couple ripples and bam! Crime rate’s back up, and we get back to makin’ money. It’s temporary. Nobody will ever know, I’ll make sure of it. I got you.” Hizashi pleaded, an arm slung across Aizawa’s shoulders as he pensively gazed into his glass of amber liquid. He’d done some vigilante work here and there in his twenties but this....this was outright criminal. But what choice did he have?

Just a few months, he’d said. If only it’d worked out that way.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show, Eraser!” Zhu thundered, hands clapping joyously at the other man’s timeliness. “That’s some boat you got there, let me guess...the wife’s idea?” He queried, eyebrows waggling emphatically as Aizawa descended from the metal ladder and onto the wooden pier; eyes rolling into the back of his head at Zhu’s...excitable personality. The two had known each other for about two years or so, having gotten acquainted over the course of Shota’s many trips between Japan and the States, and sometimes South America. Zhu Kanaka was a man of the lower ranks, opting to use his easygoing disposition to negotiate deals for Takami “Lord of The Skies” Keigo, better known as Hawks. Standing at a solid 6 foot 4, with thick black locks that spiked into a point reminiscent of an onion, thick bushy brows and a set jaw, you’d think he wouldn’t hesitate to punt anyone like a football.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“As it turns out, Emi hates the damn thing. Makes her seasick. Hizashi talked me into getting the fuckin’ eyesore.” He intoned. His left hand palmed his slacks for the emergency pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket for when he was stressed during a deal, although he never really needed them anymore after Eri said she wanted him to quit. He still held on to them though, just in case. “The hell you waiting for? You know the deal man. Let’s see it.” He muttered, silently willing for Zhu to get on with it so he could get in a bed. Three and a half hours on a goddamned boat (that you didn’t even want to begin with) will do that to you.

“Someone looks like he needs a nap. Alright, I got ya. Count it, make sure it’s all there. I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 back there pack it, so you might wanna double check.” Zhu quipped, jerking a thumb towards the two young men currently engaged in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors; the pair of them flushing upon receiving one of Aizawa’s infamous stares. Two thick black duffles were handed to his two bodyguards, the men immediately unzipping and checking the stacks, a mental tally steadily climbing higher and higher as they sifted through the cash.

“He’s good. Four hundred thousand in each bag. It’s all there, Eraser.” Sato affirmed, Toru nodding alongside the man. “Good. Go ahead and call Jamie, tell him to bring the car around. Zhu, I’ll send Sato and Toru to help your men unload our shipment. It’s a hefty one, so you’ll need the assistance.” Shota offered, shoulders visibly relaxing at the thought of getting some alone time in an empty hotel room.

“Yeah that’d be great, thanks! How long you in town for?”

“Until about 3pm tomorrow. I’ll be on my flight back to Kyushu then.” He states, right arm extending to clasp the other man’s hand in a firm grip. “You’re goin to that meeting the Big Man’s holding in a few days right?” Zhu queries. “Unfortunately, yes. Gonna miss my little girl’s first doctor’s appointment for this shit.”

“No way! She had the baby?!?!? Congratulations man! How’s it feel?” Zhu exclaims, eyes alight with joy for his friend’s new addition to the family. “Feels good. She had a smooth pregnancy, everything worked out fine. Hana’s beautiful, and healthy. I couldn’t be more proud.” Shota brags slightly, heart swelling at the thought of his little girl and how proud he was to know he’d helped in making someone so...ethereal. “Wow. Raising another kid, you flying out all the damn time, along with whatever else you got goin on?? No wonder you look like shit.”

Red eyes and floating hair caused Zhu to immediately retract his former statement.

“Aw I’m just joshin’ Eraser! But I hear ya. It’s a lotta’ sacrifices that go into this, but they’re who we do it for. All of it. Ya know?” Zhu amends, eyes shimmering with the reflection of the city lights off of the water.

Did he even know who... or what he was doing this for anymore?

Shota found himself asking that question more and more often as of late.

“...Right.”

“Anyway, you’re probably spent, so I’ll leave you to it. It was good seeing you man, send Emi my love!” Zhu shouted as he slowly walked towards the men unloading his boat. “Likewise. Tell Macie and the kids I said hello.” Aizawa responded dryly, body screaming for some kind of relief from this exhaustion.

“Will do! Oh, by the way! You might wanna bring some cooler clothes and sunscreen with your pale ass, I hear Guadalajara’s pretty sunny around this time of year! See you in a few days man!” The male laughed, throwing him a wave as he slowly disappeared into the darkness of the port. Massaging the bridge of his nose in irritation, Aizawa nodded in acknowledgement as Jamie pulled up alongside him; his hand reaching for the handle and dragging his siphoned body into the backseat.

Jamie could sense his employer’s weary expression, and didn’t make any attempts at conversation, merely opting to start making his way to the hotel while smooth jazz floated through the car. Forehead against the door of the towncar, Shota typed out a quick message to his wife:

“Alcohol is the last thing you need sweetheart, and I love you too. Got another meeting in a few days, mandatory. I’ll in be in Mexico, so I’ll miss Hana’s appointment. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to the two of you.”

Sent.

The message sat for a few seconds before Emi read and typed out a response:

“Aw, bummer! </3 Dont worry, work is much more important right now. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures!”

“You don’t have to make it up to us, you caring is enough. Get some sleep old man, me and the girls love you. xoxo, Wifey 😘 ”

He didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t deserve any of them.

This he knew. And yet, it didn’t stop him from responding to the unknown number that texted his phone every time he happened to be in town.

“Same time and place? Desperately in the mood to play....My toys just aren’t as good as yours, Eraser. ;)”

His heart sank. A beat passes. Then two.

Calloused thumbs move fluidly across the screen. He’s done this far too many times.

“Be there in 10. You know the routine.”

And in retrospect...he would’ve been way better off just blowing off Guadalajara and going to Hana’s appointment.

Because while he wrapped her slick ponytail around his hand, as a head that wasn’t his wife’s dipped between his legs, he didn’t think this would be his last moment of peace. Shoved down the throat of a woman who’s name he had long forgotten, settling for calling her whatever pet name he felt like adorning her with, her hands clawing at the soft and sleek cotton of his trousers.

Aizawa never anticipated that this would be the last time he would be in a room without immediate reinforcements, and be content.

The last time someone he didn’t trust with his life knew his location, and he wasn’t terrified.

The last moments of peace in his world before it all went to hell.

Temecula, California;

1:36am

The office floor was barren. Dark, coffee stained carpet congealed with the bacteria of old and new; giving it a sad beige color from the creamy foam-like white it was when the building was built. Cubicles cluttered with miscellaneous paperwork from separate departments, all of it raining down from desk to desk like a fresh layer of snow on the first day of winter. Tired, weary hands typed at a computer with precision and accuracy, the warm glow from the screen illuminating the buttons on her blouse as she plowed through each document. Her body raged for a moment of rest, but she couldn’t give in. Not when so much was at stake, not when so much needed to be done in so little time.

After a few minutes, and approximately twelve sips of bittersweet lukewarm coffee, the fingers came to a halt. A sigh of relief was freed from her body as she pushed the enter button on the dusty, tan keyboard and began to pack up for the night. Since the computers were set on an activity timer, there was no need for her to physically shut it down. After 30 seconds of no visible movement, the screen flashed a message declaring that the activity would be suspended within the next 2 minutes if no motion was detected. Content with her work, she slung her work bag over her shoulder, and trudged towards the elevator, mentally clocking out for the night.

As the elevator slowly carried its passenger down, the computer continued its countdown before discontinuing its power, leaving the following words for nobody but its future recipient to read:

Drug Enforcement Agency Operative Travel Request:

Agent: L/N, F/N

Current Operation: Potential formation of a rising cartel under the leadership and or affiliation of Pro Heroes Hawks, Endeavor, and Eraserhead. Agent has been undercover for eight months and twenty-seven days.

Investigation Status: Active

Location of Travel: Guadalajara, Mexico

Reason for Request: Possible gathering of multiple Hero-Run plazas to discuss further movement. Will gather more intel and gain trust of suspects involved/acquire more resources for investigation.

Travel Request Status: Accepted.

[j0elmill3r]

Me And You Together Song

Chris Evans x Daughter!reader

Jaeden Martell x Reader

Chris Evans Masterlist

Part Two of The Tonight Show [Read Here!]

Warnings; Swearing, mentions of past abuse, mentions of manipulative exes, ft. sebby stan

word count; 2.1k

A/N; Kinda didn't follow what the request was looking for because I didn't know how to write it, but I hope this is okay. I made sebby appear because I can and it's not a day in New York without the man himself

--

Chris sighed as your phone went to voicemail for the fifth time. You were meant to be up an hour ago so you could go and get something to eat, but you were still sleeping, as per usual. Chris was trying his hardest not to go into yours and Jaeden's room, he wasn't hoping to see you in bed with someone that was your boyfriend, not yet. To him, you were the same little girl who came running in from the backyard after falling from the swings and cutting your knee, and you needed him to kiss it better. But eventually, he had to go and get you, first of all, he was worried, and second, he was hungry as fuck. Chris was glad Jaeden had given him a spare key last night, but he knocked first.

"Y/N, Jaeden. Are you alive?" There was no response except snoring, who Chris couldn't identify if it were yours or your boyfriends. Chris sighed and opened the door, relief flooding his body when he saw that both you and Jaeden were fully clothed and cuddled up to each other, his arms around you tightly. "I don't know whether to gush or throw up," He said to himself. Chris tried making as much noise as possible, but neither of the 17-year-olds in the bed woke up. Moving over to the lightswitch, Chris flicked the switch on and off until he heard you groan. You twisted out of Jaeden's arms and your arm flopped out of the bed.

"Jae, quit it," you groaned, your eyes still clenched shut because it felt like you were in a colourless rave.

"That's not me," He told you. Your eyes opened and from the shape of the body standing over at the light switch, you could make it out to be your dad standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Hi, Dad," You greeted him. Chris walked over to the nightstand and pressed the home button on your phone and saw his contact name on your screen.

Dad

5 Missed Calls

"5 times. You really have a habit of forgetting things, Y/N. Do I wanna know what time you both fell asleep or did you just fall asleep?" He asked. You sat up and sat still for a second before looking up at your dad, your eyes still squinted.

"What time is it?"

"9 am," He told you. Jaeden laughed dryly and turned to you, a tired look on his face.

"I told you we would regret staying up until 6," He told you. You rolled your eyes and playfully pushed his shoulder. "Ow," He groaned.

"Shut up," You turned to your dad. "Look, I'm sorry. We didn't plan on staying up so late and we kinda forgot that time was a concept" You pulled the puppy dog eyes that you had learned from your dad, he could never stay mad at you for long if you used them.

"It's okay. I have some stuff to do today, so you two are on your own. If I come back and either of you is in anyway undressed, you," He pointed at you. "Are grounded for life," You nodded. "And please don't get lost, I don't wanna drag Sebastian around New York looking for both of you," He said.

"You're gonna go see Seb?" he nodded from where he was standing at the door. "Tell him I said hi," Your dad said goodbye and then left both of you.

"Okay, we need to go and get food. I don't know about you, but I'm starving," You nodded at Jaedens suggestion. "There's a place I saw a few blocks from here,"

"And you just happened to be on the lookout for places?" You asked him. Jaeden turned to look at you and gave you a serious look.

"Of course I was, I couldn't be wandering around New York not knowing places to go and get breakfast. Jesus Christ, Y/N, who do you take me for?" You laughed at him as you fell back onto the bed and onto his chest.

"I don't know, I certainly didn't take you as someone who was so into food places in New York. I was literally just gonna go to iHop," You told him. "And anyway, I thought you hated going out in New York because you get scared you'll lose me in the literal sea of people," You reminded him.

"Yeah, but you've grown around 3 inches and I can see you now that you dyed your hair lighter," He ran his fingers through your hair that you convinced your dad to let you make more blonde than it was, it was similar to your dads', but a little darker. "But, if you wanna go to iHop, that's fine, I don't mind," He smiled down at you.

"You should go shower," You suggested to him. He looked down at you with a furrowed brow.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" You sat up and smiled at him innocently, shaking your head.

"No, but you should just go and shower," You said, putting your hand on his chest. He huffed and got out of bed, turning back to face you. But as if you could predict what he was going to say, you throw a pillow at him full force, causing him to grunt as it hit his face. "Shower!" He threw the pillow back at you and went into the bathroom. In the space of an hour, you were both ready. Your laptop was open and playing your playlist from Spotify, Bloody Valentine by Machine Gun Kelly playing from the speakers.

"This song is stupid," You turned to face Jaeden, shock was written on your face. "I mean, what is it even about?" He asked you.

"It doesn't matter. Megan Fox is in the music video, that's all that matters," You told him. Jaeden closed your laptop and put it in your bag. Then crossing his arms and tilting his head, his hair falling to one side.

"Okay then, would you rather me or Megan Fox?" He asked you. Your jaw dropped to the floor at his question, picking between those two things was like asking if you had to choose between a brain or a heart, both things are important. "Did you seriously just ask me that?" Jaeden nodded and smirked. "You, obviously. But it's Megan fucking Fox, you're telling me you don't find her attractive?" You asked him.

"I think everyone finds her attractive," He murmured.

"Thank you! Don't get your underwear in a twist over Megan Fox, Jae. You have my heart," You told him as you kissed him on the nose. Jaeden pouted, making you furrow your eyebrows. "What?" "You missed," He told you. "I did? Well, I apologize, but that's what you get when you shit on Machine Gun Kelly,"

--

"Do we have to?" Jaeden whined. You nodded and took his hand, dragging him into Macy's.

"Yes, because if I go home without something for Miles and Stella, they'll never talk to me again and that'll be really awkward when I have to babysit," You told him. "And I thought the toy aisle was your favourite?" You asked him mockingly. Jaeden shook his head and flipped you off. "Jaeden Martell! How dare you make such obscene gestures in the children's toy aisle!"

"My sincerest apologies, Lady Y/N," He said. You laughed and picked something out for your younger cousins. "Alright, can we like sit down or something, my feet hurt," He complained.

"Okay, we can go for lunch now if you want, that way you can stop bitching," You told him.

"For the daughter of Captain America, you really do have a mouth on you," He said. "I would quote the line but you're probably sick of hearing it between fans and your dad," You nodded.

"Okay, since I chose breakfast, you can choose lunch. I don't mind where, I'll pay," You told him.

"You sure?" You nodded. "Alright, I know a place. Jack told me about it and said it was pretty good, I know where it is though," He said.

"The last time you said that we ended up in downtown L.A and nearly dying," You reminded him. "We were just lucky because Scott happened to be driving around,"

"That was one time,"

"And I'm sure it won't be the last," You left Macy's and walked to the place Jaeden was talking about, and walking in you knew he had asked Jack for recommendations. "This is nice," You said as you were seated. You took your jacket off and shivered as your bare arms were exposed to the air.

"How are you cold?" Jaeden asked you incredulously. You shrugged and smiled as he pulled his hoodie off, handing it over to you.

"You're amazing," You said fondly. Jaeden chuckled.

"I try my best,"

--

"Y/N looks a lot happier," Sebastian said. Chris took a drink of his beer and nodded. "I know the last year wasn't exactly easy, but she's doing better," Chris nodded.

"Yeah, she deserves it, really, she does. Jaeden helped her a lot too, I can't take all of the credit," Chris told Sebastian.

"Yeah. That Lucas dude fucked her around, I'm surprised you didn't kill the little dick," Chris laughed and nodded.

"No, that night I saw the look in Y/N's eyes and knew she needed me. And trust me, I would have," Chris hated thinking about Lucas and what he had done to you. He was manipulative and if you ever said you were thinking of leaving him, he would say he would hurt himself and it would be all your fault. He had hit you on a few occasions too, but you would always tell yourself he never meant it, and that the bruises your dad saw were just because you were clumsy. "But, I know that Jaeden would never hurt Y/N, not on purpose. I trust him with her, and I trust Y/N to know the signs now,"

"I don't know much about this whole 'parenting' gig, Chris, but I know that you're doing well with Y/N, ever since I've known you, you always put her first. I mean, you basically told the Russos that if they kept you on set for an hour longer, you wouldn't be there the next morning because you were gonna be late for her soccer game," Chris laughed at the memory Sebastian had brought up.

"Yeah, she won that game. She scored the winning goal," He smiled. "They're probably still awake," Chris looked at the time on his phone, 01:34.

"You should probably go, don't you have a flight at 12?" Sebastian asked. Chris nodded.

"Yeah, it's not me that has the problem waking up, it's the two insomniac teenagers who stayed up until 6 am yesterday,"

--

You were snoring away softly while Jaeden was watching something on his phone, using your head as a stand. Your head was laid on his chest and your body was pressed up as close as possible against his. Jaeden's other arm was around you, his arm going all the way around you and coming to your waist. The door clicked open, but it was only your dad.

"Shit, sorry. I thought you'd both be awake," Chris said. Jaeden put his phone down on the nightstand. "Since when did Y/N fall asleep before 3 am?"

"She was saying she was tired today, we were watching Netflix and next thing I knew she was asleep and now I can't move her," Jaeden said. Chris sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to move her?" Chris asked. Jaeden shook his head and looked down at you.

"It's fine, she'll probably move anyway," He said.

"Alright, I'll go," Chris stood up and walked to the door, but turned back last minute. "Thank you, Jaeden," "Oh uh- what for?" Jaeden furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Looking after her. I know she can be closed off sometimes, but she really loves you Jaeden. Next thing I know you'll be running to me asking to marry her," Chris said. Jaeden laughed quietly, and the vibrating of his chest made you groan in annoyance.

"Give it a few years," Jaeden moved down and tried not to disturb you again in fear he might get a pillow to the face. "Good night, Chris,"

"You guys talk too loud," You said tiredly. "My dad really likes you," You told him. "Thanks?" You got delirious when you were tired. "You should go back to sleep, it's late," He told you.

"You go to sleep too then," You said. "And plus, 'm not even tired," You said, a yawn interrupting you. Jaeden nodded, playing along with you.

"Right, just put your head back down and cuddle with me again, I'm cold," He said. You put your head back on his chest and fell asleep in about 3 seconds. "Not tired my ass,"

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so i’ve read your entire fanfic recs lists and thank you so much for making it!! it introduced me to some of my fave fics like I Think It’s A Real Waste by Jaded Angel and That’s My Baby by kezztip (not including your works of course because i love them all). but now i’m at a lost of what to read. do you have any current fics or fics you would add to your lists?

p.s. so excited RYLH is gonna be updated soon!!! i am seriously in love with that story that it’s my pick me up fic

I'm glad my fanfic recs post was useful to you!! I spent a lot of time making that and I love ALL the stories I recommended.

[do you have any current fics or fics you would add to your lists?] -- Oh hell yeah, a lot of new fics came out after I made that post, and I've found a few more old ones. I'll list them all below (this is going to be LONG):

Multichapters:

all that glitters by SparklingSoul (canon divergence s3):

After getting into some hot water, Jackie and Hyde find themselves thrust into an unlikely partnership-- a partnership where in the lines of morality quickly become blurred as they lead each other down a questionable path to cope with their less than ideal home lives.

This story is a WIP.

Y'ALL, please trust me and read this one, it's amazing. The first chapter was posted yesterday and I'm already addicted.

Rated T.

6k words, one chapter so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Fez/Kelso, and Eric/Donna.

Baby Blue by crimsinsky (s7 fix-it):

Zenmasters being Godparents.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

4k words, 5 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Kelso/Brooke

Friend of the Devil by glittermila (AU):

An AU where Hyde's a girl, and falls for Jackie anyway.

Btw, everyone's gay in this story and I love it, lol.

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

65k words, 26 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Buddy, Eric/Donna, Fez/Kelso.

He Let Her Go by kezztip (canon divergence s7):

Jackie runs away to her wealthy grandmother in New York after the midseason 7 breakup. Will absence make Hyde's heart grow fonder? What happens when Jackie returns for a secret visit?

This story is complete.

Rated T.

17k words, 17 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I Think I Was Blind Before I Met You by TeaTimeAllOverTown (AU):

He’s 14 and she’s 13 and he finds her crying outside the prison doors and, not that he would ever admit it, hearing her cry makes his skin itch.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

15k words, 2 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Just Ask Santa by heatherlea75 (post s8, Christmas fic):

This is a two part Christmas story featuring JH from Cliches and Things They Say. Sometimes, adults should believe in Santa Claus, too.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

10k words, 3 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Miracle by B_August (AU):

To Pam Burkhart, Jackie is the abnormal child that her husband dragged in during their vacation in Hawaii. To her peers, she's the smart and stuck-up princess that graces the school halls. To the Basement Gang, she's the annoying brat that infiltrated their ranks. To Jackie herself, she is a super powered freak who just wants to do her best. But to Jack Burkhart, Buddy Morgan, a pair of higher life forms, and those who she would later help, she is nothing short of a miracle.

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

47k words, 33 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, Fez/Buddy

My Best Friend's Girl by the bohemian flow (AU):

What if Hyde had a crush on Jackie instead of Donna?

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

2k words, one chapter so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, temporary Jackie/Kelso

perfect matches burn (and baby, so do we) by deartangerine (AU):

One year after their break-up, Jackie and Hyde have finally pieced themselves back together, on their own. Jackie's in school. Hyde's sober. But one fateful weekend stuck together at their best friends' wedding might be all it takes to tear them down again.

Or maybe, just maybe, to build something new.

Another fic where Hyde's genderbent, and it's great! I highly recommend reading the prequel, our fingers intertwined (just like our hearts).

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

24k words, 9 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Play With Fire by ShinyBo0ts0fLeather (s8 canon divergence):

After Hyde comes back from Las Vegas, Sam comes into everyone's life and thus ruining the very last chance he had with Jackie. Instead of the moping around, Jackie is now fueled with fire and a sense of determination to move on and make a life for herself as a strong, independent woman. Instead of turning their back on Jackie and siding with Hyde, Eric, Donna, Kelso, Fez and even Laurie remain loyal friends to Jackie. Hyde is completely broken, but isn't a complete asshole to Jackie. The gang doesn't turn their back on Hyde, but instead support him yet hold him responsible for his actions instead of sweeping it all under the rug. While Jackie is set on moving on, Hyde is set on getting Jackie back and changing his ways for both her and his sake. Whatever it takes.

Eric never left to Africa, and Kelso is in Chicago with Brooke, but is still around. Donna sticks to her feminist values like in the early seasons and is a better friend to Jackie. Jackie is close to the Forman's as well, and her relationship with her father will be prominent and better here as well. Overall positive with some angst.

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

30k words, 15 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Something Unexpected by crimsinsky (s1 canon divergence):

What if Jackie wasn’t quite so heartbroken over Kelso kissing Pam Macy?

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

15k words, 11 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty

Spirit In The Night by springsteenicious (s4/s5 canon divergence):

Jackie and Hyde are in the midst of a passionate- and secret- fling. When Kelso's sister lends the six of them her cabin by a lake for a few days, they have to be even more secretive. But secrecy proves to be a difficult thing to maintain, especially when they can't seem to get enough of each other's presence. (Inspired by the Bruce Springsteen song).

This story is funny as hell, and it's a WIP.

Rated T.

4k words, 2 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Take The Money and Run! by MinaSeraphina (post s7):

This here's a story about Steven Hyde and Jackie Blue. Two young lovers with nothin' better to do...

Complete.

Rated M.

29k words, 12 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The One That Wasn't Canon by samcaponi (AU):

Basically, this is an AU where Jackie never dated Kelso. It's not set in a specific season but will take different aspects from each season.

This has to be one of the cutest stories I've ever read in my life.

This story is a WIP.

It doesn't have a rating.

11k words, 9 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Things Fall Apart by leoasc (s8 canon divergence):

On one night in a motel room in Chicago, Jackie and Hyde learn a valuable lesson about love and life: Things fall apart. People get hurt. Hearts get broken. Over the course of nine months and a series of events no one saw coming, they learn how true that really is.

Prepare yourself because your heart's going to be crushed, but the author guaranteed that they'll fix it so I'm trusting them.

This story is a WIP.

60k words, 9 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Too Late by brokenrussiancrawl (s8 canon divergence):

Hyde was not stalking her. It was just, after months of not seeing or hearing from her, finally spotting her in a bar made him realize how much he truly missed her. The only problem is, the tiny brunette wants nothing to do with the gang...even more so him. But he couldn't stay away.

This is angsty. Very, very angsty. But it's great!

This story is a WIP.

Rated T, but the author said that might change later.

23k words, 5 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Jackie/OC, background Eric/Donna

We're Not Broken, Just Bent by SparklingSoul (post s8):

When tragedy strikes and Jackie and Hyde are forced to live up to their godparent duties, they need to overcome their differences and work together. Along the way, they realize that maybe their relationship isn’t broken beyond repair after all...

This story is one of my favorites, I love it so much!! Please read it.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

67k words, 24 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

When Did This Happen? by QueenBookBuff (post s8):

Hyde is stunned when he finds out Jackie and Eric no longer hate each other, and he finds he hates the idea of her having a soft place to land that is not him. What he hates even more is the idea that Eric is protecting Jackie from him.

Angsty and beautiful story, I'm loving it.

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

46k words, 13 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One-shots:

Anything For You, Doll by icanseeformiles (missing moment):

One-shot, takes place during season 5. Jackie is sick while staying overnight with Hyde in the basement, and Hyde has to take care of her. All fluff.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Five Years by johnnycakewasgolden (idk, it wasn't specified):

It's been five years. Fluffy fic. Sappiness. H/J.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

He Cared by johnnycakewasgolden (missing moment):

After Hyde tells Kelso that he's a tool for trying to get out of Brooke's pregnancy. Hyde's thoughts drift to Jackie and everything between them.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Here I Go Again by Tandy (I think it's post s8 but I'm not sure):

Life had not turned out like Jackie had planned. She wasn't rich, she had no maid, no mansion, and no husband. (don't worry this is fluffy).

Rated T.

5k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song by springsteenicious (s5 canon divergence):

"Every time the time was right all the words just came out wrong, so I'll have to say I love you in a song..."

Hyde isn't sure how to tell Jackie he loves her. Then he finds the perfect way, and it's a song sung by Jim Croce.

Rated G.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I LOVE YOU by PrettyinPink33 (I think it's s5 canon divergence but I'm not sure):

"Why can't you say it? It's three words. Eight letters! Why can't you say it?" Hyde doesn't want to use the L-word. A sweet little fluffy J/H oneshot

Rated T.

839 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

is this the place that i've been dreaming of? by SparklingSoul (missing moment):

“I’m mostly over it now,” she continues, “but sometimes I can’t help but worry about that same thing with any guy. So tell me, would you break up with me, too?”

Jackie has some leftover relationship insecurities from when she dated Kelso and Hyde is there to remind her that she doesn't have to worry anymore.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

It's a Hyde Thing by not.so.tragically (AU canon divergence):

It became a Hyde thing. She had part in one of his Hyde things, and for some reason, he was okay with it.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Magic Man by ShanghaiLily (missing moment):

Just a sexy little 'missing scene' one-shot that takes place after Donna returns from California and she and Eric catch Jackie & Hyde together on the couch but before Kelso finds out about the affair. After a naughty afternoon together, they admit to themselves & each other they don't want to break up.

Rated M. Very M.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Nice To Meet You by crimsinsky (AU):

What If Jackie and Hyde met without Jackie and Kelso ever dating?

A loudmouth girl meets a troublemaking knight in shining armor.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar by MissRaichyl (post s8):

Hyde and Jackie meet after a long time apart and find comfort in each other that they thought was long gone.

Rated M.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Old and Grey by zpplnchick (post s8):

After a busy day of shopping, Jackie and Hyde make one last purchase: new boots. Post-finale. Told from a 3rd-party perspective.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One Special Morning by marirable (missing moment):

If anyone caught him at this hour and in this situation, they would be inevitably buried in the Formans' backyard to maintain his burnout image and not lead it towards the worst. Towards the gang thinking that Hyde got himself a heart.

Rated K.

643 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

She's a Rainbow by trobedisons (AU? idk):

"she comes in colors everywhere, she combs her hair, she's like a rainbow."

as with everything, jackie is the opposite. they're polar opposites. the rich girl; the bad boy. archetypes that should clash, but they attract. it was as if his calloused hands were crafted to mold into the curve of her hips.

hyde notices jackie’s affinity for rainbow sweaters. hyde also notices he likes jackie. so what happens when she needs a date?

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Big Toy by JoyfulHeartEO (missing moment?):

When Jackie and Hyde get bored at the Drive in with their friends...where will they go? And what will they do? ;D Read and find out what happens.

Rated M because this has a lot of sex, but it's well written and funny.

3k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Where Did You Sleep Last Night by QueenBookBuff (s8 canon divergence):

Would a married Jackie ever break her vow to be faithful?

I love ALL of QBB's stories, but this one has a special place in my heart, I don't know why.

Rated T.

This work is part of a series, so there's a sequel.

4k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Jackie/Kelso

Why Didn't You Tell Anyone? by zpplnchick (missing moment):

The gang talks about their first kiss, and a surprising revelation is revealed… Set shortly after 4x20.

Rated K+.

6k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

You Give Me Fever by crimsinsky (missing moment):

Jackie is sick, or is she? She claims she is, but Kelso says he saw her not too long ago. Who is Hyde supposed to believe, and what does he do about it?

Rated G.

5k worrds.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

1983 by antrazi (post s8? idk):

Somebody comes back and watches Hyde's life from the outside.

Rated T.

731 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

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I think this is it! I probably forgot some fics because my brain is weird, but yeah. I've read all of these, and they're all amazing. I think you'll love them!

[revisitingstoneybrook]

#6 Kristy’s Big Day: Chapter 5

It’s Emergency Meeting time!

The next day is an OMGEMERGENCYMEETING of the BSC. And going by how the next chapter takes place on the following day (a Sunday), that means Kristy got the news about all the kids on Friday afternoon. So...did she keep it all a surprise during the Friday BSC meeting, and call an emergency meeting for the hell of it? Claudia's bummed there's a meeting on the first day of summer vacation (of course she would be) and everyone's curious as to what Kristy's going to spring on them.

Kristy mentions the wedding guest list is going to be huge, both families are inviting a ton of guests and Kristy and her siblings are allowed to invite friends. So guess who's on Kristy's guest list! The BSC and all their families! Hey Charlie...that means Janine's coming. Maybe you two can sneak off for a quickie before they cut the cake. And here again I must interject...if Elizabeth is freaking out that she has two weeks to plan a wedding, why is she inviting so many people? The BSC always makes everything so damn difficult.

Kristy tells them 14 kids will be arriving in Stoneybrook by Monday and the parents need someone to watch them. Her great idea of the BSC sacrificing a week of summer vacation to babysit all day is met with shock and awe. And then Kristy gives them the kicker...they'll be making $120 each for the week! 

*stunned silence from the BSC*

Kristy waits for someone to fall off the bed (oh nice. Stacey and Claudia? Didn't know you felt that way about them) or react like Oprah's audience when she tells them she's doing her Favorite Things episode. She says that's $600 altogether and surprisingly didn't ask Stacey the Math Genius to add that up for her. 

Claudia finally finds her voice and equates the money to her one personality trait, having the IQ of a teddy bear her passion for junk food. She can buy 120 bags of peppermints with that! That's a year's supply! Everyone laughs and throws out suggestions for Claudia: 300 packages of Twinkies! 1,200 jawbreakers! 400 packs of gum! My question is...where does candy come this cheap and please point me in its direction. Oh, and Mary Anne says 60 cartons of ice cream, and Claudia says that's the one thing she can't hide in her room. Please, you know she would try sticking it on her windowsill with the window open, thinking the breeze blowing by would be enough to keep it frozen.

Mary Anne's still hesitant, despite Kristy assuring her if they split the kids up, they're only going to be responsible for 2 or 3 each. “But fourteen at once!” Did she say you're going to be the only one taking care of all of them? Shut up, Mary Anne. A reminder from Claudia about how they're going to be making bank quiets her down. Kristy does a final vote on it and thankfully, doesn't call for a motion to be made and seconded...she hasn't gone into full dictator mode yet. Everyone says yes right away, except Mary Anne, who hesitates, then says yes, like the good pushover that she is.

A quick check of the record book shows Kristy has a sitting job for the Newtons (go figure), Mary Anne's got one with the Prezziosos (we're spared the “EW EW EW EW!!!!!!”s from the others) and Stacey's watching Charlotte. Mary Anne's off the hook because her job's an evening one but Kristy says they're going to have to call up and cancel the other two. Oh hell no. Mrs. Newton will not stand for this! We're talking about the woman who can't go to the mailbox without calling the BSC.

But wait! Before they call the clients up, Kristy has another Idea and says the kids can come over to her place. Mrs. Newton, overjoyed that she can still go to the grocery store in peace, is totally cool with it because she wants Jamie to get used to being around other kids, since he's starting preschool in the fall. And will be stuck there for the rest of the BSC series!

And what a coincidence - Dr. Johanssen was just about to call up and cancel because her schedule got changed. Whew. Does anyone else have anything to cancel? Unimportant things like dentist appointments or art classes that members are paying for and should always cancel because BABYSITTING ALWAYS COMES FIRST?!? No? Good.

Mary Anne takes notes as Kristy gives them the rundown on all the kids. There's the Millers - Ashley (9), Berk (6), Grace (5), and Peter (3). Mary Anne asks if Berk's a boy or girl. So I'm not the only one confused by that name. Is it short for something like Berkeley? Then there's the Meiners - Luke (10), Emma (8), and Beth (1). 10 may sound old, but remember the Pike Triplet Corollary: Age of 10 = Age of 6, Unless You're Mallory Pike.

Kristy calls the mansion to check about the Fieldings and Karen answers and excitedly talks about the new Mary Janes she got to wear in the wedding. Before Kristy can say anything, Karen launches into the other big news: Ben Brewer knocked over a vase! Kristy stays quiet and listens to Karen yammer away about goddamn Ben Brewer for awhile instead of saying, “Ok, I've heard this story a million times. Put your fucking father on!” Kristy finally gets Watson the Millionaire on the phone and gets the ages of his friend's kids - Katherine (5), Patrick (3), Maura (2), and Tony (8 months).

Anyway, they add Karen, Andrew and David Michael into the group, sort them by age, then divide them into five smaller groups. The group with the babies only has two, since they figure whoever gets the babies will have their hands full with diapers and everything. Mary Anne says she wants the baby group. Stacey shoots her hand up to claim the group with the oldest kids - uh Stacey, just because they're the oldest doesn't mean you don't have to watch them. Claudia gets the toddlers and Kristy gives herself Andrew's group, since he's more comfortable around her. And Dawn's the unlucky one who gets Karen's group.

Then Mary Anne gets a Great Idea (beat you to the punch, Kristy!) and we're spared the “Wow, I wish I thought of that!” line from Kristy that she usually has. She suggests they make nametags for the kids and color code them to keep everything organized. So now here's the groups:

Stacey - Red stars. How appropriate, that's Macy's logo! Dawn - Bluebirds. Cage-free bluebirds, who fly through undisturbed, pollution-free forests. Kristy - Yellow suns. What, no iron-colored fist shapes? Claudia - Green dinosaurs. She thinks they're green giraffes. Mary Anne - Pink hearts. Should have been blue teardrops but that color was taken.

They take a break,and Claudia pulls some more junk food out of different hiding places. Since Princess Dawn won't eat Ring Dings or Life Savers, Claudia goes downstairs to get some fruit and crackers for her and Stacey. She returns with Mimi, who has a tray of sodas for the girls. They tell her what they're doing, and she offers to help out if things get too crazy. Because she's Mimi and she's awesome. After she leaves, the girls plan some activities to do with the kids on Monday. Setting the stage for every single BSC play group/day camp/kiddie activity to follow.

[percontaion-points]

Crave chapters 21-23

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Chapter 21

He gives me his inscrutable look, the one I’m already coming to hate. “This is going to be a lot of things, Grace. Easy isn’t one of them.”

And then he’s gone. As usual. Double damn it.

Chapter 21 summary: OMG, Jaxon is carrying Grace. And OMG he smells AMAZING. U GAIS. U GAIS. OHMIGOD. /teenagers who actually think that this is fucking romantic instead of goddamned creepy like the rest of the world does (Please note that the act of carrying her up to the room isn't what I'm angry over. It's literally everything leading up to this point and everything after.)

Anyway, he carries her up to his room. Once there, he assesses the damage, and determines that it's likely only a sprain, rather than a break. He wraps it as Macy leaves to get ice. They then have a MOMENT where he's touching her face, and they almost kiss, but Macy comes back with the ice and ruins everything.

He tells Grace icing instructions, and to stay away from Flint before he leaves.

Chapter 22

For several seconds after Jaxon leaves, I wait for the other shoe to drop…in this case, a rainbow-colored Converse in the form of Macy demanding to know what’s going on between us. Which I can already see is going to be a problem on a lot of levels, most obviously the one where I have no idea about what’s going on between us. If anything. Yes, Jaxon has sought me out twice today, but I have no idea what that means. Or even if it means anything. And what was that parting shot about, anyway? This is going to be a lot of things, Grace. Easy isn’t one of them? Who even says that? Was he saying that he’s interested in me? Or that he isn’t?

The author does realize that she's allowed to do time skips... right? Like not every single thing that happens needs to be reflected upon.

“Oh. My. God. OmigodOmigodOmigod. What just happened?”

I can't.

I'm done.

Goodbye.

“Before I saw how he looks at you.” She closes her eyes and makes a sound very close to the one she made when Jaxon smiled at her. “I wish Cam would look at me like that.”

Further proof that Cam and Macy are headed towards heartbreak central.

Macy grins. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, there is something I want to talk to you about.” She gets up, crosses to her mini fridge. “But I’m pretty sure you’re not going to like it.”

Chapter 22 summary: After Jaxon leaves, Macy starts to freak out. She asks how it is that in less than 3 days, Grace has the two most popular guys in the school lusting after her. This goes on for way too long, and it's randomly interrupted when Grace gets a text from her BFF back in California. I thought that Heather's text might actually add something to the plot, but that seemed to be asking for way too much.

The second Grace puts her phone down, Macy starts in again about the entire Jaxon situation. She says that she'd warned Grace away from him, because he's always so surly and angry. And Grace gets it, because if the only thing Macy has ever known was the way he'd stormed into the party, of course Macy would be on edge. But Macy goes on to say that when Jaxon is around Grace, he seems different somehow. BECAUSE TRU WUV, or whatever goddamned bullshit. However, Grace reminds Macy over and over that it's literally been three days, and it's weird that Macy is pushing her towards either boy.

Chapter 23

Never Bring an Ice Cream Scoop to a Gun Fight

I had to read this and so do you.

I settle for wrapping my arms around my waist and telling myself that she’s wrong. Even as a little voice inside me warns that she’s not.

Chapter 23 summary: Macy brings out some ice cream, and says that it's an ice cream kind of situation. I don't think that the situation is that dire, but what the hell do I know. I've never felt so upset that ice cream was the only solution.

Anyway, Macy tries to warn Grace away from both boys. Except that she's not going to flat out tell Grace that the reason why they're dangerous is because they're vampires, and the reason why they hate each other is because they're from different vampire groups. So in the end, she says a lot of words, but makes zero sense. The plot literally doesn't move forward at all.

In the end, Macy tells Grace that she and Jaxon might have a bond because of Jaxon's dead brother and Grace's dead parents... but she should be careful, regardless. Grace doesn't feel better following any of this, but I don't know of anybody who would feel better after that bullshit.

[marvels-writings]

Hi! Could you please do a Maria Hill x reader where the reader comes back from a mission and the first thing she does is propose to Maria in front of the avengers who didn't know about the reader. Thank you ☺

A/N: Sorry all my requests are taking so long, I just needed a break from everything from some time. Anyway, I should get back to posting almost regularly again, so yay! Anyway here’s the request!

“Y/n, you okay?” An agent asked, leaning on his elbows from across the quinjet. 

You’d just gotten back from a mission and you were to be patched up at the Avengers compound. Fury and your girlfriend, Maria Hill had wanted you at the compound. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little nervous.” You stated, leaning back against the wall of the jet. The agent nodded and started a conversation with the other agents sitting near you. 

You weren’t really paying attention, rather fidgeting with the small velvet box in your pocket. The tight suit made it harder to conceal, but the dark color and the many pockets helped you out a little. 

The relationship between you and Maria had to be kept secret because, well, it should be a bit obvious. You’d been dating for about 3 years now, you had a shared apartment in the middle of NYC in case either of you needed a quick getaway. 

Now, since you’d actually be living with her, hopefully in the same room, you wanted it to be as a married couple. 

“And landing now.” The pilot stated from the cockpit. The second the plane had touched down, you got up, despite your aching and probably fractured ribs and your twisted ankle. 

“Hey, you need help walking superman.” One of them joked, helping you out. 

You tried not to lean much weight on them, but ended up doing so anyway. One hand continued fidgeting nervously with the edge of the box as the other was wrapped around the agents shoulders, sustaining your weight as you hobbled out of the jet. 

“Jesus christ, get the meds out here.” Tony said, waving some doctors over. “I heard Fury was sending in a new recruit, I’m Tony Stark.” He extended his hand.

You raised an eyebrow at the action, he tilted his head to the side then saw your current situation then made an o with his lips, putting his hand back in his pocket. He wore a maroon t shirt, black blazer and black trousers. 

“I was hoping he’d send the recruit in better shape this time.” Natasha muttered, walking up behind Tony, wearing a t shirt and high waisted leggings. 

Honestly, it was a bit weird seeing the earth’s mightiest heroes dressed in things you could buy for $40 at Macy’s. 

You continued hobbling towards the compound as the doctors started to come around, you kept searching for Maria, eventually spotting her running towards you with the doctors in a bodycon navy blue dress and killer high heels. You still had to figure out how she ran in heels. 

“Y/n!” She shouted, you saw everyone exchange confused glances to how she knew you. She rushed over to help you, waving the other agent off. “Let’s get you to the med bay.”“No wait,” You said, taking in a deep breath, Maria turned to look at you. “I need to ask you something.”

Maria looked confused, you released her shoulder and went down on your bad leg, so your twisted ankle could get a bit of rest while your heart went high. Everyone was looking at each other for some explanation, but no one except a few agents knew your name, and no one except Maria knew of your relationship. 

“Maria, I know this really isn’t the most romantic time for this,” You began, she chuckled slightly, getting the hang of what you were about to ask. “But the timing doesn’t matter, what matters is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Avengers compound or the apartment in New York, I really couldn’t care less as long as it’s with you.”

Maria was grinning now, tears starting to glisten in her eyes. Everyone around you was getting the vague idea of what was going on. 

“So, will you do the honor of marrying me?” You finally asked, opening the box to reveal a gorgeous silver solitaire with a sapphire stone. The sapphire was surrounded by smaller diamonds, adding to the general effect of it. On the inside, you’d asked the jewelry makers to engrave your initials and hers. 

Only, she wasn’t answering, she had a huge grin on her face but had covered it with both her hands, her tablet on the ground. 

“Maria my ankle is starting to throb now.” You stated, it really was. Everyone laughed at the joke, still waiting for Maria’s reaction. 

“Of course I’ll marry you.” She exclaimed, outreaching her left hand. 

You hurriedly put on the ring, still grinning. The second it was on, you tried your best to get up, you got halfway before Maria helped you up, hugging you. But, as romantic as it was, everyone clapping for the newly engaged couple who were currently squeezing each other to death, you had broken ribs. “Maria as much as I love you,” You croaked, “My ribs are killing me.” 

Maria laughed and pulled away, leading you towards the med bay, her smile never faltering. While you were being patched up, she held your hand in one of hers, and smiling at the ring on her other hand. 

She had never been this happy, but she knew that would change on the wedding day.

A/N: god i missed writing, sorry for slow updates, feedback is amazing thank you!