#the bad thing is that I still haven’t cleaned the doors oopsie

[superbattrash]

The good thing about me not wanting to wash the doors at the new place is that I get everything else done because I’m trying to avoid cleaning the doors

Which means that when I inevitably get the doors done I’ll be completely done with the place :3

[saeyoungs-sunflower]

(HC) RFA + MC in Quarantine

Listen lads, this is just a silly I wrote this the other day (I may have been a little but tipsy but shh) and I thought I might as well share it. I hope this cheers some of you up during such a scary time <3

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Yoosung:

★ okay this is gonna sound obvious

★ but bare with

★ G A M E S

★ but!!! not just LOLOL!! oh no no!

★ i’m talking board games, PC games, active games like tag and hide and seek

★ you guys basically act like children how are you surviving on your own

★ you guys also do LOADS of cooking

★ like so much

★ you’re baking like one cake a day pls slow down

★ ngl you guys are thriving staying home all the time lol

★ if Yoosung has online classes, you set up a study club!

★ he does his college work whilst you do whatever work you gotta do boo love that tEAMWORK

★ honestly you guys have never been so productive oop

Zen:

❤︎ oh boy

❤︎ be prepared to be SMOTHERED in love

❤︎ zen i love you too but pls i have stuff to do

❤︎ m o v i e  n i g h t s

❤︎ f a c e  m a s k s

❤︎ there are so many movies/tv series that you guys have been waiting to watch together but haven't had time to bc of zen’s work

❤︎ big sad :(

❤︎ BUT GUESS WHAT FAM

❤︎ WORK IS CANCELLED TIME TO SNUGGLE DOWN AND WATCH SOME DAMN CINEMA

❤︎ it usually turns into make out sessions but shh nobody has to know

❤︎ Zen kinda discovered that you guys c a n n o t cook

❤︎ so!!! you learn!!!

❤︎ it’s MESSY y’all

❤︎ “aw mc you look so cute with flour on your nose” throws flour at your face “zen i sWeaR tO GoD I just wanna make b r e ad leave me ALONE”

 ❤︎ quality couple time <3

Jaehee:

☞  lets get down to business

☞ to defeat

☞ THE H A N

☞ lol JK

☞ seriously the house has never been cleaner

☞ obvs your cafe isn't open so y’all have some time on your hands

☞ one day Jaehee suggests gardening

☞ oh man

☞ it escalated

☞ gardening has now become an OBSESSION

☞ honestly you couldn't find a prettier garden on pinterest swear down

☞ you also decided to renovate the house you’ve been meaning to do it but have never had the time

☞ your house is now a work of art wow proud of you guys <333

☞ tbh, Jaehee actually has a small fear of getting sick/you getting sick so you guys are only leaving the house if it is a b s o l u t e l y necessary

Jumin:

♚ nobody talk about the bad ending

♚ i said don’t…

♚ he’s be waiting for this moment who needs a cage when you have a national lockdown

♚ all jokes aside though this man still has to work from home

♚ poor bby

♚ let us all shed a tear for Jumin Han

♚ you love to bring him tea and homemade baked goods whilst he works and guess what??? so does he lol

♚ it is time

♚ to D A N C E

♚ this man is so extra oml

♚ insists on taking online ballroom dance lessons bc why not MC hmmm???

♚ he is actually a very good dancer

♚ once you guys get good enough it turns into spontaneous ballroom dancing in the kitchen whilst you clean up after dinner

♚ wine??? wine did you say??? W I N E???

♚ oh b o y

♚ you've seen each other tipsy before, and lemme tell ya it takes a lot to get this man drunk

♚ his tolerance is so high from all the w i n e

♚ but one night you two get absolutely HAMMERED like oh my God guys calm down pls

♚ rip your liver lmao

♚ it makes for a v e r y funny evening though you guys have literal tears in your eyes and its so nice to see the mighty Jumin Han loosen up a little aw bless

Saeyoung:

☀︎ okay

☀︎ listen

☀︎ this man is absolutely out of control i can’t

☀︎ you thought he was a prankster before???? oh man i am so sorry

☀︎ “saeyoung why is there a balloon above saeran’s door” “don’t worry bout it babe” “i am WORRYING SAEYOUNG”

☀︎ on a serious note though being stuck in the house does sometimes bring back some bad memories for him

☀︎ there are some bad days where he just n e e d s to get out

☀︎ so you sometimes go out for a quick drive in some desert place ya know let’s be sensible

☀︎ you guys have also made a habit of climbing to the roof and watching the stars aw

☀︎ you’ve also both fallen a sleep there a few times oopsy daisy

☀︎ the memes are the only thing getting you guys through at this point it’s a problem

☀︎ but you are loving the quality time with your choi boys so it’s not all bad <3

☀︎ family snuggles are a must

☀︎ a M U S T

☀︎ the desired s n u g g l e position is you sat on Saeyoung’s lap, your legs draped over Saeran’s lap and Saeran’s head resting on Saeyoung’s shoulder AW

☀︎ sometimes you hold Saeran’s hand whilst he’s asleep bc your edgy boi needs love but wont ask for it ever

V:

❁ first of all

❁ a w

❁ this man is the sweetest peach

❁ he makes so many cute things for you whilst you guys are in lockdown

❁ i mean he’s writing letters, knitting you scarves, painting you pictures the whole shebang

❁ he even made you a pyjamas

❁ he’s sewing guys he’s out of control

❁ if your working/reading/just having a quiet moment he will sketch you

❁ you wouldn't know it though bc he’s a s n e a k y bastard

❁ he’s never filled a sketchbook so fast and it’s his most treasured possession

❁ a book!!! filled with YOU!!!!! amazing!!!!!!

❁ wait, did you hear that????

❁ oh yeah

❁ ITS ARTS AND CRAFTS TIME

❁ actual children

❁ even if what you make is terrible its just so fun because you're doing it together

❁ brb just crying my eyes out i love this man so much

❁ you guys also make care packages and do the grocery shopping for the elderly/at risk people in your area and deliver it for them AND sewing scrubs/masks for doctors

❁ “I don’t want to stay inside doing nothing all the time when there are people who need help” THIS MAN IS TOO MUCH

Saeran:

☽ i hope you're ready for this grumpy motherfucker

☽ he never went outside anyway but now that he cant go out it sounds like the best thing in the world saeran pls

☽ ah yes it is time to wake up

☽ oh it’s 4pm?????

☽ HA who needs a sleep schedule anyway

☽ also Saeyoung is not the only twin with the Mischief Gene™

☽ oh no no no

☽ you two team up and absolutely destroy him

☽ i am so sorry Saeyoung but you had this coming

☽ when Saeran says that he wants to learn an instrument you are GOBSMACKED

☽ HELL Y E S

☽ he orders a keyboard and omg he’s such a fast learner

☽ probs from all the years of hacking ouch

☽ do i smell??? A FAMILY BAND?????

☽ you and Saeyoung play kazoo

☽ Saeran has left the chat

☽ seriously though his piano playing is so pretty and it calms him down so much ughhh PRECIOUS TOMATO BOI

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This is so chaotic hahahah I hope you enjoyed though. If people liked it I’ll do some more silly things like this. It was a nice break from...the other stuff I’m writing...hint hint watch this space ;)

Masterlist

[bethhxrmon]

All I Ask of You Pt. 30

“What if it’s you, what if it’s me, what if that’s all that we needed to be?” - “Only Us” from Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None, actually, I don’t think???

Summary: Some things are taken care of

A/N: Sorry, this is a little late because I was watching Rent Live, but now I’ve shown I can still create fluff, wow!!!! I love hearing from you guys, and don’t forget the masterlist is in my bio! (Also holy crap I’m over 100k words)

Light started to leak into the room, slowly causing Annie to wake up. She started to move herself only for Peter to pull her closer.

“You should stay,” he murmured softly.

Annie smiled a little, “M’kay, but we have to get up soon.”

“Nah, just stay asleep,” Peter mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She laughed a little bit, resting her head in the crook of his neck, “If you say so.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Annie to stay laying down on the couch with Peter. They were a tangle of arms and legs after both of them shifting around during the night. Peter was playing with Annie’s hair gently, only to end up getting his hand caught in the tangles.

“Sorry, I um… oh jeez, I’m so sorry,” Peter said, trying to get his hand out.

Annie giggled, “It’s fine, and you’re really pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep,” she replied, kissing him on the cheek.

She didn’t have a hard time getting lost in Peter’s eyes. The light was reflecting off of them, making his eyes look like they were glowing with the golden rays of sunlight. He smiled softly, and Annie still couldn’t believe that they were together. Sure, it was just them trying to be together, but she couldn’t imagine not being with him. His eyes kept darting from her own to her lips and then back to her eyes and she found herself doing the same thing. Annie quickly pressed her lips to his.

Both of them jumped when they heard a click and looked up to see Harper and Ned standing with Peter’s polaroid. The other teens looked like they were doing their best to not burst out into laughter.

“You guys are so cute!” Ned exclaimed.

Harper smirked, “I told you that this was gonna happen at some point. You owe me some ice cream, my dude.”

“Wh-what? I-I don’t think this is what it looks like,” Peter stammered, his face starting to get red.

Annie sat up, “I think it’s exactly what it looks like.”

“You guys stayed up really late,” Harper said, “And you guys were doing some romantic beautiful stuff, and you fell asleep in the care of each other’s arms… or something like that. Point is, we caught you red handed and we now have a picture of you two being so damn cute.”

“Actually it was a midnight mental breakdown, but same difference,” Annie deadpanned.

Harper looked at Annie, “You’re joking, right? That’s supposed to be a joke, yeah?”

“No, I found her while she was having this huge panic attack, but I mean, it got taken care of… that didn’t make it sound much better, did it?” Peter said, sighing.

Annie shook her head, “I know, it’s not great, but I’m gonna talk about some mental help or whatever. I mean, we all know this is because of the Tina deal and the dude I killed.”

“Who killed a dude?” Tony asked, walking in, “You’re all actually up, what happened?”

Pepper sighed, “There doesn’t have to be something happening for them to all be up right now.”

“Um they’re literally talking about murder, something’s happening that I don’t think we were supposed to hear. But oh well, what’s going on?” Tony questioned, looking at the teens.

Annie grimaced, “Great, I didn’t think I’d have to do this in front of everyone. But we all know I killed someone on accident, and that’s kinda wearing on me on top of everything else… so I kinda wanna maybe possibly eventually, if it’s not too much trouble, look around at some options for me as far as therapy goes?”

“Yes, we can definitely look at some options, we can talk about it after breakfast,” Pepper offered.

Peter had an arm around Annie, “See, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

“Shut up,” Annie muttered, leaning against him.

“Hey, no PDA in this house. I don’t need any weird mutant babies when we get back,” Tony said, looking at them.

Peter tilted his head, “I don’t think that’s possible, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah… um… you kinda need… well, I don’t wanna give a sex ed lesson to a grown man-”

“I’m just giving you two shit, go get something to eat and then go ahead and talk to Pepper. Pete, I think I figured out something that might solve our problem earlier,” Tony said before leaving.

Even though Annie knew it was right, and it was her only real option at this point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to go and talk to Pepper about everything that had happened. What if all that happened was that she’d have to tell her parents? Wasn’t that the only way she could get any real kind of help? Annie knew that the minute she told her parents about everything, it was over. There was no way that either of them would keep everything a secret. That and she could kiss her chances of being a superhero goodbye. She wouldn’t be able to make up for her mistakes, and she wouldn’t be able to help defeat Carnival.

At the same time, she wouldn’t have to lie about going all the way across the country if they were going to tell her parents at the first sign of trouble. Then again, there were other things she could use as an excuse for a therapist. Lying parents, previous eating disorders, stress of losing someone who had still been her friend, there were options for her.

Maybe she needed more help than she was caring to admit in that moment.

After breakfast, Annie walked to the other cabin. It was sunny outside and she could still smell the pines everywhere. The air was so clean that she couldn’t imagine going back to New York without feeling like she was choking on smog.

She walked in, closing the door gently behind her. It wasn’t hard to find Pepper since she was sitting on a computer. Annie cleared her throat before tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

“Oh, so sorry, Annie, I was just taking care of some work,” Pepper replied, turning around.

Annie shrugged, “It’s no biggie, if you um… if you need me to wait a minute, I can just chill here or come back later.”

“No, you don’t need to do that. I can take care of this stuff later. So, where do you want to start?” Pepper asked, turning back to make sure the computer was closed down.

Annie frowned, “Well, you see, I want help for the… well, is it bad if I say everything? But I don’t want my parents to know or anything. Like, the thought of them knowing I killed a guy or that I was trapped in a burning building is a bit too much. Hell, I don’t even want them knowing I have powers.”

“You can say everything, I don’t know everything you’ve gone through, but I’ve heard some things. And just hearing you talk about certain things is enough to tell me that getting you some kind of help is a good option. Of course, I wasn’t about to force you to get anything that you didn’t want to, but now that you’ve come to me, we can look at some options,” Pepper said, looking at Annie.

“What sorts of options?”

“We can get you therapy, and we can work around things based off of what your parents already know. So, what issues do they have an idea about already?”

Annie rocked back and forth before starting to pace, “Um… it was years ago, but I used to have anorexia, well, most likely. That’s another can of worms… but they know that when Tina died, she was my friend. They’re having a ton of relationship problems. That’s enough to see a therapist too, right? I mean, if you’ve heard them go off with each other, I’d say they need some sessions too. And then… oh! My ex killed himself last summer, that’s not a fun thing to deal with.”

“Oh, that’s quite a lot to deal with in the first place… see, if they consent to it, I can find you a confidential psychiatrist who wouldn’t tell about your identity and you would be able to trust. I’ve been trying to get Tony to go see her because she’s a genius, honestly, but that’s not the point.”

“Wait, so I still have to wait for them to agree? I mean, that’s cool that I could probably get them to agree, but I’m not sure it looks that great travelling this far and then calling my mom and being like, ‘Hey, can I get a shrink? I’m kinda going crazy’... that’s not gonna go over super well.”

Pepper nodded, “I know that, see, there’s already a lot they don’t know about. Honestly, this kind of lying is almost illegal, but I know why Tony wants to do this. And I feel like this is the perfect time to do it. We can start with some trial sessions over Skype. From there, we can figure out if you like that form of therapy or not.”

“So we’re just gonna act like I’m not seeing anyone until I get home?” Annie questioned.

“Yes, do you think you can convince your parents to see someone when you get back?”

“Oh yeah, at this point I could probably ask to go halfway across the world and one of my parents would agree. And when one of them agrees, I just go with their decision. That’s the only good thing about having parents that can’t stand each other anymore,” she said, shrugging.

Pepper frowned a little, “I know that it’s not exactly my place, but how is your family life?”

“Oh jeez… it’s rough, honestly. The only reason my parents haven’t figured out I’m a superhero is because when I was getting the hang of it, they were cheating on each other. So they moved to try and solve it. And it turns out that even when they’re not cheating it just doesn’t work. Which sucks, like, I’m adopted for Christ’s sake! Adoptive parents are supposed to be prepared and literally can’t be more planned. I’d get it if I were an oopsie baby, but I’m not,” Annie paused, plopping herself into a chair, “Sorry, you probably didn’t want a sob story.”

The woman shook her head, “No, you’re more than fine. You need someone to talk to about this sort of thing. Someone who can actually help you. I get it, kind of. My parents never divorced, but they were miserable the whole time. It feels like it’s your fault, doesn’t it?”

“Everything feels like it’s my fault, actually.”

“It’s not. You’re a teenager and you’ve just made a few mistakes. That’s fine, they’re being fixed. And some of those mistakes were going to happen regardless. A lot of those things are completely out of your control, and you’re better off knowing that it’s not all on you.”

“You really think that?”

“I know that, Annie, and it’s pretty clear to me that you want to get better,” Pepper insisted.

Annie shook her head, “I only said anything because Peter said that he would do something if I didn’t.”

“But the point is that you chose to take that into your hands. You’re responsible for yourself, and that’s going to make things easier for you later on, trust me.”

They both sat in silence for a while. Annie had never talked to Pepper much before. Then again, she had only known Pepper for around a week or so, but she hadn’t expected to find someone that so clearly believed in her. It was almost like having another mom, one that wasn’t constantly gone for work.

Pepper smiled a bit, “So, do you wanna set up an appointment?”

“Yeah, let’s do that. The guys are probably waiting for me to go and help them with some weird web fluid thing,” Annie agreed.

“Alright, then let’s get this figured out.”

It didn’t take much time to reach the psychiatrist. Doctor Stevenson sounded like she was almost excited to hear from Annie. Why in the world someone would be excited about her sob story was beyond her. Maybe the lady really wanted to help her. Or she wanted to hear about her powers. Either way, Annie had an appointment in a few days and she would figure out if she liked talking through her problems or not.

When she left to go help Peter and Tony, she paused at the door, “Um… Miss Potts-”

“Call me Pepper.”

“Okay, um… thanks, I’ve never really tried to fix this sort of thing before, and I have no clue what I’m doing. Just thank you for helping.”

Pepper smiled, “It’s no trouble. If you need anyone to talk to, you can stop by at any time.”

Annie left the cabin smiling, and she went down to the workshop. Hopefully the guys had something figured out while she had been gone. Though, something told her that if anything was going to defeat Carnival, they were going to need a little bit more than the right web fluid.

But that was something to worry about in a couple months.

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[benedictshurley]

Positive : Part 6

Don’t hate me, but angst continues for at least 5 more parts. Sorry it’s shorter! (PS I live for feedback it makes me want to write more)

AUTHORS NOTE: 10/20/18: I changed Mollie to Marnie (from kings of con) because I feel better writing about someone fictional rather than Rob’s real wife. I’m just not comfortable writing about her or his children, so Rob (in this story) only has a son named Tyler. Thanks for understanding!

Summary: Reader and Rob are still not talking even though Rob’s trying his hardest to get you to forgive him.

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader  

Word Count: 2,145

Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing

Disclaimer: this is pure FICTION. I mean no harm or hurt to the Benedict family, or others involved. Marnie is Rob’s fictional wife from Kings of Con. I originally used Mollie (his real wife) but ultimately decided to change it as it made me uncomfortable writing about her and his kids.

It’s been about a week since you had gotten home from the hospital, and you were currently in the middle of throwing away the multiple flower bouquets that Rob had sent to your house. He was still trying to weasel his way back in, but you weren’t having it.

You really just wanted to avoid seeing Rob’s face as long as possible, knowing that you would probably punch him if you saw him right now. The constant flower and fruit basket deliveries were getting on your nerves. Entering your second trimester, your emotions were all over the place, you were easily irritated and you had headaches almost 24/7. You kept the fruit though. Who would throw away perfectly good food?

Luckily for you, your doctor said no traveling for at least two weeks, which meant you’d have to miss CharCon. At this point, it had gotten out that you had gone to the hospital, but thankfully no one knew why. Creation was understanding, but some fans weren’t so you made an Instagram post letting them know that you were sorry and explaining that you couldn’t travel.

Honestly though? You were glad you didn’t have to see Rob for at least another month. A part of you wanted to forgive him, but a bigger part knew better. You were also showing more, which would make hiding it from fans more difficult. This mini vacation was needed to say the least.

Throwing the last bouquet in the large trash bag, you retreated to your bedroom to take a well deserved nap.

Rob’s POV

Rob had checked his phone for what seemed like the 50th time in the past hour. He thought maybe you’d text him to thank him for the flowers or the fruit and that you’d forgive him, but deep down he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky. He hadn’t heard from you all weekend, the only way he knew you were okay was the read receipts that were left after you ignored his texts.

He was angry at himself, knowing that he hurt you. He let his mind twist Marnie’s words. Or at least that’s what he wanted to believe. A part of him knew that Marnie meant to bash you. He didn’t want to believe it, but now that his head wasn’t clouded, it was clear that she didn’t like you.

“Rob, c’mon, it’s time for the Sunday introduction. Get out of your phone.” Rich put a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll come around. Just give her time.”

Sighing, Rob stood from the chair. “I doubt it, but it’s worth a shot. Let’s go.”

They walked to the back part of the stage, waiting for the band to introduce Rob. Once they did, he put a smile on his face, acting like there wasn’t a 500 pound weight on his chest. After introducing Rich, Rich did his usual monologue, before bringing you up.

“Now, a few of you have asked me why I haven’t mentioned the elephant that’s not in the room. Y/N’s missing. She’s unfortunately stuck on bed rest because she had a little oopsie at the airport. She’s fine! We miss her but she’ll be back soon.” Rich said, with slight humor in his tone.

Rob tried to bite back saying anything, but he couldn’t, especially when it felt like the crowd was looking at him to say something. “Yeah, we hope she gets better soon! We can’t wait to see her again. She lights up any room she’s in. She’s..the best.” His voice quietly faded out, letting Rich take over once more.

Checking his phone while Rich was doing his thing, there was still nothing. Maybe his words would help mend the relationship between you two.

Readers POV

A few hours later, you were being tagged in multiple variations of the same thing. After watching one of the videos multiple times, Rob’s words ignited anger inside of you. How dare he act like he cares after everything he said? A small part of you, melted at his words, but it was overshadowed by the anger.

Putting your phone down, you rubbed your temples, breathing in through your nose. “Don’t say something you’ll regret.” You thought to yourself. Right as you leaned back into the sofa to get comfortable again, the doorbell rang.

Groaning in annoyance, you looked through the window next to your door. It was a delivery man, with flowers. Feeling more angry than ever, you swung open the door, took them from the man with the fakest smile you could muster. You signed for them and then slammed the door, reading the card.

“Please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

Taking the flowers out of the vase, you set the vase on the table near your door. Breathing in, you threw the bouquet on the ground, and started stomping on them. Taking out all your anger with Rob, on the flowers, you were practically jumping on top of them until they were flat and mushed against the ground.

Breathing heavily, you went into the living room, grabbing your phone and opening your texts with Rob.

“You have no right to talk about me on stage like you care after what you did. Stop talking about me on stage, stop sending me flowers, and LEAVE ME ALONE!”

You typed out, hitting send immediately. A pang of regret flowed through your veins but you ignored it. You were done with him. Right?

Rob’s POV

Rob had just finished up his Louden Swain ops, when his phone buzzed. A shot of excitement went through him, when he saw it was from you. Had you finally forgiven him? Or at least wanted to talk?

He opened the text as he was walking through the back halls. As he read it, he stopped in his tracks, his gut wrenching. You wanted him to leave you alone. He wasn’t helping your relationship, he was destroying it.

Blinking back the tears in his eyes, he looked up when he heard his voice being called by Stephen.

“Rob, let’s go man, you got the kings of con panel. You’re gonna be late.”

Inhaling a shaky breath, he put his phone away. Why did this hurt so bad? Rob didn’t want to feel this way. He didn’t like feeling that he hurt you. He didn’t like feeling like you hated him.

Wiping away the few stray tears, as he got his mic to go on stage, Rich came over to him.

“Robbie, what’s up? Why do you look like someone just ran over your dog?”

Giving Rich a sad smile, he fiddled with one of his bracelets. “She texted me back.”

“Hey! That’s a good thing right?” Rich questioned.

“Nope,” He started, his voice breaking in his next words. “She wants me to leave her alone. She’s mad that i talked about her on stage. She’s still mad about the things I said, and she’s mad about the flowers.”

Sighing, Rich pulled his friend into a hug. “It’s okay bob-o. She’ll cool off.”

Sniffling, he pulled away from the hug, looking rejected. “I’ve lost her haven’t i? I fucked up and I lost her.”

Rich was about to answer, when Billy’s voice called them on stage. Rob quickly tried to compose himself, putting on an act that he was okay. Rich didn’t want to say anything, but deep down he knew that Rob had probably lost you for good.

After the panel, Rob forced himself to continue the rest of his con duties, even if his world was crumbling around him. When he finished up, he contemplated calling you, but decided against it.

Him and Rich rode to the airport in silence as Rob scrolled through his photos on his phone. He kept looking at pictures of you and him. You looked so beautiful. Happy. He wanted to go back. Take back everything he said. Make you not hate him. Especially because he loved you. He could deny it all he wanted. Rob loved you.

On the plane, Rob decided he would visit you Monday morning, apologize with all he had in person. Naturally it was a terrible idea, and that’s why he didn’t run it by Rich, who would’ve talked him out of it.

Him and Rich parted ways at the airport, going to their separate homes. As Rob walked through his front door, he wasn’t prepared for his wife, angrily waiting in the living room.

“Want to explain what you said on stage today about the home wrecker?” She spat.

Groaning, he threw his shoes off. “Marnie, I really don’t want to deal with this tonight. She’s not a home wrecker for the last time. We were separated, on the road to divorce. Just give it up.”

Huffing, Marnie stood from the couch. “I told you, to stay away from her. Until you know for sure that child is yours, you shouldn’t be so close. I just want you to listen to me.” She complained, stomping her foot.

“She was my friend before any of this happened. We were close before and you didn’t see an issue with it. You’re just pissed because I fucked her!” His voice echoed off the wall, anger seeping through. He was tired and hurt and all around annoyed.

“Whatever. You’re on the couch. Again.” She sneered at him, walking upstairs to their bedroom.

Grunting, Rob threw himself on the couch, grabbing the throw blanket and tossing it over his legs. As he laid there, his mind wandered to you. The way you smiled, how you brought joy to everyone around you. Rob knew that he had feelings for you. He wanted them to go away. He was married, he loved Marnie. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his heart from jumping when you walked into the room. Now, he was worried that he’d never see you again.

Sighing, Rob closed his eyes, anticipating what would happen when he went see you tomorrow.

Readers POV

You were in the middle of cleaning up the stomped flowers, when there was a quiet knock on your door. Grumbling, you put down the trash bag you were holding, heading over to the door. Looking out the window, you realized it was Rob.

“I don’t want to talk to you! What part of leave me alone don’t you get?!” You shouted through the door.

“I know, but please let me in. I need to talk to you.” His muffled voice came through the door.

Rolling your eyes, you opened the door. “What could you possibly say to me? Or did you come to insult me some more?”

Rob frowned, shaking his head. “Y/N, I was wrong to say what I said. I was mad, and angry, I was doubting everything I knew. I fucked up. I’m so fucking sorry. Please..forgive me.”

Scoffing, you turned away from his face, knowing if you saw how broken he was, you’d fold. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven. He broke your heart.

“No Rob. I won’t forgive you.”

“Why? Why won’t you forgive me? I’ve done everything I could to tell you and show you that i’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. Why can’t you forgive me?” His spoke, his voice hoarse.

Spinning on your heel, you looked him in the eyes. “You want to know why I can’t forgive you? Because you treated me like I was dirt on your shoe. You acted like I was a slut who slept around with everyone I met. You have no idea how much that hurt.” You paused, tears falling down your face.

“It hurt so much, because I liked you. I had genuine feelings for you. That night...it wasn’t just sex for me. So to hear you call me easy, and a clingy bitch? It fucking sucked. You broke my heart. You don’t deserve my forgiveness. Especially since I was in the hospital because of you!”

Those last words slipped out before you could stop yourself. Yes, in a way it was true that Rob was partly to blame for your hospital visit but you didn’t mean to put the blame on him.

A hurt look flashed over Rob’s face, his jaw clenching. “Are you saying that it’s my fault that you could’ve lost the baby?”

“N-no Rob, I didn’t mean it to come out like that-” You stuttered out.

Shaking his head, Rob looked at the ground. “Okay. I hear you now, loud and clear. Stay away. Got it. Bye Y/N.” You couldn’t get another word in before he was off the porch and in his car, speeding down the road.

Shutting the front door, you leaned your back against it. Tears continued to fall down your face as you silently sobbed.

You had wanted him to leave you alone, so why did it hurt so bad that he listened?

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8/ Nothing in the Mirror

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

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Summary: A lot can happen on a late spring day, especially on a bus. A lot more can happen if the ride ends before you’ve reached your station. If you end up in the Avengers Tower without memories, things have either taken a very good or a very bad turn of events. Too bad you have no clue who you are. Apparently, that’s not the case for everyone. Scarily, not all your secrets are hidden within your head, but you have two men by your side who swear to figure everything out with you.

Warnings: not sure if you can take all the fluff

Word Count: 1583

_Author's Note: Sorry for posting so late (I know, it's probably not that late for you, but to me, it feels like Wednesday is already over and I forgot to post.) I miss you, @buckyslion (and you too, @@aubzylynn) . 

I promise we'll get back to mystery and violence soon. :)

Bucky woke up in the middle of the night, with a smile on his lips. Some moonlight dared to tickle his face and he closed his eyes, listening for the soft breathing of the adorable girl next to him. His smile faded and he shot up in an instant. Nothing. She wasn’t here. The bed was empty. Bucky groaned. Not again. He grabbed the handgun from a special holster underneath his bed, glad that he still kept it there every night. Who knew what the nameless girl was doing right now? The nameless girl who knew how to fight. He didn’t even bother to turn the light on, just rushed directly into the living room, pacing to reach Steve’s door, when he heard some clattering. Someone is in the kitchen. He tiptoed around the corner, counting on his advantage of surprise. Behind it, she stood, in his shirt and boxers, with messy hair and flour all around her. He grinned. She is crazy. What is she doing at - at 2 am? Baking!? He wasn’t sure if watching quietly would be considered stalking or creepy, so he cleared his throat and stepped into the warm room, the gun lowered.

The scent of sugar and sweetness filled his nose and he heard the last tones of the song you hummed. Then, you noticed him and a shock went through you, making you drop one of the eggs in your hands. He was still shirtless. „Oopsie.“ „Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. What are you making?“ You kneeled down, cleaning up the mess, trying to not look at him and his - body. „Um, I’m not sure what it’ll look like in the end, but-“ „Don't you have a recipe?“ „I - no, but I know… pieces. Now I’m just… trying to make something out of it.“ Buck’s face lit up at that and he moved a little closer in an attempt to catch your eyes. You weren’t sure if he’d be able to read what they expressed, so you kept them on the ground. „That’s awesome! So you are remembering things.“ „I don’t know. This memory feels like a basic, like tying your shoes.“ He didn’t understand this girl and her story yet, but she was extraordinary. What else he couldn’t figure out was why she wouldn’t look at him. Something is wrong, he assumed. Maybe they had lost her yesterday, with the book. They hadn’t meant to confuse her. Maybe there was more stuff going through her head and she didn’t know how to deal with it. „Starting with the basics doesn’t sound too bad to me. Although I really think we should go back to bed. Have you realized how late it is?“ He sensed the resistance in her, how she looked at the clock, then eyed the batter she’d created. „Just put it into the fridge. Write down what you need to do. You can finish it tomorrow.“ „Later, you mean.“ „No“, he smirked, „tomorrow is when I wake up.“ She grinned, putting everything away. If he was honest, the sight made him feel ticklish in his stomach, bringing up feelings he’d thought long lost and buried. This girl was beautiful and hadn’t even realized it yet. Now Steve would see what he would get for reminding him of his earlier days, for the ladies’ infatuation with him. It warmed his heart to see her smile, because he knew which smiles were real. Losing your memories was a harsh fate, but he’d make the best of it for her.

The next morning introduced itself pleasantly, sending rays of sun into the bedroom, waking everyone up. While the man next to you got up, you snuggled deeper into the warmth of the covers, getting lost in them. You breathing was gentle and steady and you could’ve slept for at least an hour more. A hand touched your shoulder, but didn’t quite shake you, so, unconsciously, you leaned into it. Someone whispered sweet words into your ear, but you wasn’t sure what it meant. The bed was sweeter. All of the sudden, cool air touched you in places where the blanket covered you before and your eyes opened immediately, meeting laughter. There stood Buck, holding your blanket, with a smirk on his face. But you shot up, sending him into a sprint out of the room. You were right on his heels, even in the living room, but he was fast. „Traitor!“, you yelled and he just laughed, loud and bright. „You shouldn’t wake Steve up“, he grinned, face full of mischief. „Well, I don’t care about him. I care about my blanket.“ Both of you were standing on opposite sides of the table. You groaned; you weren’t gonna get him like that. So you jumped over the table, gaining maybe a second on him. He gasped but ran. „I want my blanket!“ „Well, I want you to come and get it!“ His eyes blazed with joy when you took after him. You didn’t blame him. Boys always needed their games and you were almost sure Steve didn’t chase after his blanket, so you’d have to endure this for a while. Speaking of Steve, you were so caught up in running, you didn’t notice him coming out of his room. You crashed full force into him, him half naked and half asleep. „Good morning“, he rumbled. You blushed. You hoped running into naked men wasn’t all you achieved in life. Well, if that was the case, you could call yourself  an overachiever.  „Help me“, you whispered, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes. Buck came up behind you. „Who’s the traitor now!? You can’t catch me and throw yourself at Steve?“ He grinned and full of mischief, wrapped the blanket around you from behind. He had you in his arms and carried you back into the bedroom like a battle trophy. Although you felt more like a sushi roll. Someone should write books about that instead of cheesy love stories. „Should write what, sweetheart?“ You blushed, then groaned. This was embarrassing, from beginning to end. This whole thing, with him chasing you, calling you pet names and you being wrapped in a blanket you couldn't escape. Oh, let’s not forget you running into naked men (only two so far, luckily) and doors at the sight of the former. „I wanna know“, he teased and slowly began to free you. You couldn’t fathom your luck at your chance to escape but shook your head, not wanting to tell Buck the sushi thought. „I have my ways of getting the information I want, you know“, he began, „I am an assassin, after all.“ „No, you’re not.“ He chuckled. Suddenly, he pulled you onto the bed, starting a tickle war. And man, he was strong. Captured in his arms once again, his chest heaving against your back, you felt his laugh reverberating through your entire body. He rested his chin on your neck, carefully observing your eyes in the mirror, making sure you weren't uncomfortable with him so close. But you smiled, cheeks still flushed from that tickle game you were sure would count as an exercise when performed with Buck.

He quieted down, like you, softly pushing a strand of hair back behind your ear so he could see your face better. „Buck, what do you see when you look into the mirror?“ For a moment, there was only his soft breath against the back of your ear as he thought, but his hands sneaked around your waist, he pulled you a little further against his front. „Something I haven’t seen in a long time, I guess. Joy. What do you see?“ „When I look at myself, nothing. There is a face and a heart, but they are masks - hiding the emptiness. There’s nothing in the mirror.“ You sighed, realizing how fast all the happiness had vanished, like someone had opened a window and let all the warm air out. Buck turned you around in his lap, touching your cheeks with his hands. His blue eyes focused on yours, searching for words you didn’t dare to speak out. „I know how you feel. But I’m here, okay? I’ll help you find yourself. When I look into the mirror, I see a girl who overcomes whatever falls in her way. Look, this has a good side too. Nobody expects anything from you, you’re free to discover yourself here.“ His mouth pulled into a smile that soon became a smirk, with that one corner lifted. „Also, you get to wear my shirts. Which, by the way, you look great in.“ You weren’t sure if he was doing this on purpose, making you blush, but it worked. Every single time. Man. „Yeah, they’re all the same kind of ugly“, you teased and he gave you a playful hit on the back of your head. „And then she says I’m crazy.“ „Can’t handle the truth, huh? That’s even worse, Buck.“ Steve suddenly stuck his head in, agreeing completely. „My exact words. You are the worst, actually, still sitting in bed and all. Get your lazy ass up and into the kitchen. I’m sure Tony wants to announce something, we shouldn’t miss that.“ „Just pull the plug of the coffee maker. It’ll slow things down.“ You stood up nonetheless, grabbing big clothes from Buck who was way more muscular than you. Although, your body did feel strong and your belly was toned. Athlete, but too many scars. What am I?

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Finally got some of these Shoker / ME3 Control Ending feels onto paper, and to go with an old scribble (included), too! Whee! The joy of fairly open endings is that you can do a lot of things with them afterwards. xD Also wow it feels so very weird to write for a different fandom than what you’re used to...? what are voices? I have no idea.

Angst with an eventually happy ending, control ending, fluffy memories, *author has a crisis about keys*, mention of bad dentist experiences and hangover; alcohol mention. Also obviously discussion of death.

Notes feat. credits (one), my brand new Key Headcanon, and some discussion about the Citadel and the condition of the apartment at the end. :D

As usual, I’ve read this about a million times but still there are bound to be oopsies there. xD I’ll weed them out when I notice them haha!

UNDERTONES (part 1/2)

Joker had to stop at the door to Shepard’s – Anderson’s - apartment because the sucking black hole inside his chest swelled with every step he took and became so heavy that it was hard to breathe. He didn’t know if he’d be able to bear the empty apartment, but EDI seemed to think that it would be a good idea to visit the memories in the apartment even if it did hurt, and pick up any of Shepard’s personal belongings that were still there, as well as check whatever it was that she wanted to check on the terminal, Joker wasn’t sure. Maybe clean up a little if the place all a mess. In fact, she’d suggested it. “I believe it would be beneficial for healing,” she’d said.

“You know what? I think I forgot the key—“, Joker tried, turning on his heel, patting his pockets to hide how badly his hands were shaking. A single look from EDI told him she wasn’t buying it.

“You didn’t. You checked four times after leaving the Normandy,” EDI said, and her deadpan was flawless, as usual. “You put it in the bottle of painkillers in your pocket just to be sure.”

Joker sighed and let his shoulders slump.

“All right, you don’t have to rub it in,” he said, and turned back to the door, rubbing his arms. “Look, I just don’t know if I can do this.”

“Jeff, you said yourself that you might as well do this now if you ever wanted to come back because delaying would not make it any easier, and I quote: just ripping the band-aid off in one go is supposed to be better anyway. I can play the recording for you if you wish.”

“Oh, har har, very clever. But all right, you’re right... Thanks.” Joker sighed again, clenched his jaw, and then fished out the key. She was right. He did want to go back, and he would have already turned away without EDI there to gently kick him to it. He shook himself a couple times, and then took a deep breath and ripped the band-aid, half-expecting the lock mechanism to be broken; it would have been just his luck. But no - the key whirred inside the lock as the programming kicked in, and the bolts disengaged. Band-aid gone. One of them anyway.

Shepard would have said it’s better to pull the tooth out in one go instead of fucking pecking at it a for half an hour, he thought, and the thought made him first almost laugh and then almost cry. It came out as a shaky breath. He was pretty sure the words were based on personal experience, but Shepard -

(just shudders and sinks deeper into the tangle of blankets, pulls joker closer and stalls getting up a little longer – so much for throwing the warm blankets off quickly and facing the day and the aftermath of the party head-on)

- had never volunteered the full story.

Stepping into the apartment didn’t feel as much like a punch in the gut as he’d imagined over and over and over when he couldn’t sleep at night. Instead of ruin and devastation from his worst nightmares it surrounded him with an empty hush, and left him feeling shaken and out of place even though really the place was mostly just as he remembered it, just... eerier. His footsteps echoed too loudly in the silence.

The last time he’d walked through the living room there had been a fire crackling in the living room fireplace, beaty music playing, people and laughter everywhere, and Shepard had been there in the middle of it all, laughing and smiling –

(and revealing his teeth in a crooked smirk that makes joker’s heart skip beats. come on, you have to dance! the coffee table is not going anywhere so don’t try to pull that one on me again! come ooooon, I want you to dance with me. are you going to make me beg because I’ll do it--)

- in his stupid yellow top that was too short for him, stealing chips and grapes from other people’s plates. Now the whole apartment was just lifeless and empty; even the waterfall had been turned off. The signs of life were still there – there were the empty bottles from the party still in the kitchen, some shattered on the floor but some still standing and waiting by some miracle to be either trashed or recycled; a few forgotten hair ties thrown on the coffee table along with a scattered deck of cards that had been drunk doodled on and thus ruined; a towel thrown on the back of a chair to dry. If it hadn’t been for the antique shop quiet, it would have been so easy to imagine Shepard appearing from behind a corner-

(loose-limbed, face washed, hair a soft mess from sleep, a mug of tea in each hand. he is wearing the same teasing smirk from last night, only this time it’s because joker has a hangover even after saying he would stay away from the drinks, and not because he joker to get up so they can dance with edi and be silly in the middle of the living room. joker would sooner drink coffee but takes the offered cup anyway, and then scoots sideways when shepard kicks his ankle softly with bare toes and moves to squeeze himself into the corner of the couch – not the other corner where there is plenty of space, but his corner)

- and that nearly squeezed the air out of Joker; the image was so vivid and so sudden. He leaned heavily against the counter between the kitchen and the living room and curled around his aching chest, bowed his head in a way that might have made the cap hide his tears if they hadn’t tap-tap-tapped right onto the polished surface. He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth and tried not to sob.

“Man, if this is what the Drell feel like all the time, I do not envy them. This feels a lot like pulling a tooth very slowly,” he managed shakily after a couple of breaths and false starts, but EDI had wandered deeper into the apartment in search of whatever it was she had meant to pick up, and if she heard him, she made no reply.

“There is an incoming call on the line to the apartment,” she announced instead, and Joker made an annoyed sound, blinking more tears from his eyes. “Shall I connect it?”

“No,” Joker said grumpily and followed EDI’s voice into the study where she sat in front of the terminal, legs crossed. She had an odd expression on her face when she turned to look at him. “How the hell do you even answer a call to a dead person’s apartment? They don’t teach that anywhere. And who the hell even would call this place now, hasn’t the line been disconnected? A telemarketer selling one of those sock subscriptions? Do the lines even work anymore? The whole Citadel was pretty fucked after the war and they haven’t even managed to restore the more important bits completely yet.”

“I cannot verify the source of the call exactly, but it seems to be coming from somewhere within the Citadel. It seems… important.”

Joker stared at her, but when she offered no further explanation, he threw his hands into the air half-heartedly, shaking his head.

“Well that wasn’t cryptic and slightly ominous. What the heck, let’s do it. Go on, EDI.” And then, to the caller when the line connected: “Hello, this is Admiral Anderson’s apartment, Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau speaking.” He almost laughed. The greeting sounded absurd even in his own ears.

“JOKER”, boomed a voice through the voice system, and all the hair on Joker’s body stood up in an unpleasant start. He took a couple of slow steps backwards and more slumped than sat down into a convenient chair. His mouth had gone completely dry and his heart was hammering so hard it almost hurt. 

The multi-layered harmonics of the voice were horrifyingly familiar – the deep, rumbling voice made the glassware in the kitchen ring and small items rattle and skitter across surfaces in the apartment. EDI only squinted curiously at the terminal, fired off a quick message, and then smiled when a replying message’s beep arrived immediately. Joker was too shocked and too wired up to pay attention.

“What the shit,” he hissed, dragging his hands over his face  and covering his mouth. The Reapers just stopping after whatever Shepard had done and leaving had been too good to be true, hadn’t it? “Shit, shit, shit-“

“JOKER”, the voice repeated, but with less rumble this time. “PLEASE JUST for once bE COOL and shut up and LISTEN. I KNOw I’m nOT EXACTLY... me anymore, not the same as before, but...  we need to talk.” It sounded almost like the voice was looking for a frequency, wavering between a Reaper’s rumble and something quieter, somethng more… human, in the lack of a better word, and underneath it all there was a constant undertone coming through clearer and clearer that sounded like-

(magpies, or some other bird like that, hoarse and raspy and always a little amused)

“Damir?” Joker breathed, turning his eyes to EDI. Now he could see her knowing smile.

“YES,” said the voice. “Yes.”

end of part 1.

note 1: this fic was largely inspired by a line in a chat from a while ago with @losebetter because it just was very perfect. I just tag you into everything these days sorry but you are somehow inspiring like half of this stuff nowadays or pulling me into new & exciting fandoms. xD Here it’s because I borrowed AI Shepard’s line from that chat. Not word for word, but still. ^u^ Close enough!

note 2: So I had a moment of jaw-dropping epiphany when i was writing this where I suddenly went ‘WAIT WAIT. ARE KEYS EVEN A THING ANYMORE.” I'm gonna make up a headcanon that because humans are sentimental about stuff they could have these kind of. novelty locks and manual that act a lot like normal keys would but in truth aren't very different from an omni-tool activated lock, so there IS programming in work when you actually use the key. Like especially on human colonies or old buildings on Earth, and maybe especially especially if you're rich and have a fancy schmancy place because it's custom work and installing a system like that to an antique door is like. super craftsmanship. They're more inconvenient because you have to actually have the key with you but it's uh. vintage. xD Maybe there's a way to override it with the omni-tool if you forget the key though because otherwise you'd be screwed if you really lost the key. that is my key headcanon now’

note 3: I actually have no idea how badly the Citadel is supposed to be damaged in the end if you take the Control ending...? It’s not supposed to fry the systems, but that much power may have still done a number on some of the non-reaper systems especially and fried some things. Maybe the whole debackle might have shaken places a bit, maybe some places are worse than others, maybe some places are completely and utterly FUBAR. Corpses we know there are everywhere and clean-up will take a while even with huge efforts put into it. :c I’m kind of. going for a best case scenario here and saying the apartment is mostly okay. xD

note 4. as I’ll probably repeat in part 2, EDI absolutely knew something was up from the moment they docked on the Citadel and connected with what systems worked there again. xD