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forhappysake · 3 months

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We're Okay

A/N - Guys idk where this came from. I guess I'm just feeling emotional and inspired.

Content - After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.

Warnings: spencer reid x fem!reader, season 14 spoilers, anxiety, mentions of typical BAU-level crime stuff, fluff at the end

You walked in the door slowly, cautionary even; afraid the smallest noise would bring reality crashing down on you. The car ride home had been completely silent, as neither of you bothered to turn on the radio. Spencer shuffled in behind you, the click of the lock making you wince as you did your best to avoid his gaze. You stripped off your coat, throwing it over the couch before walking straight into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind you.

As you started the shower and stripped off your clothes, the evening’s events rushed back into your mind. Being involved in a hostage situation with an unstable unsub was one thing. JJ being held at gunpoint was worse. However, as if all that wasn’t enough, JJ admitting her decade-long hidden love for Spencer was the final nail in the coffin. As you climbed into the shower, you did your best to let the water wash away the thoughts running through your head.

Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful. As you dried off and wrapped yourself in a towel, your mind raced. You’d been dating Spencer for nearly a year and a half. The two of you had just recently moved in together. Having known him and JJ for at least half a decade, you knew they were close, but you never would have guessed this was coming. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way she did. If so, what did this mean for your relationship?

After stalling in the bathroom for so long that goosebumps dotted your freshly dried body, you mustered up the courage to slip out of the bathroom and into the bedroom that you shared with Spencer. As you walked across the hallway, you could see his silhouette sitting on the living room couch, head bent forward. You couldn’t tell if he was reading or in deep thought, but you decided that either option was better than the alternative: trying to have a conversation.

You snuck into the bedroom, gently turning on the bedroom light and letting your eyes adjust to the warm glow of your room. You meandered to the closet, pulling out a simple t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Slipping into your pajamas and stealing a glance at yourself in the vanity mirror, you noticed one of the many images covering the tabletop.

A framed photograph from less than a year ago of JJ, Will, Spencer, and yourself with the boys on a weekend hiking trip. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest and wondered if Will had any idea what was going on in JJ’s head. You shook the thought away, reminding yourself that you had bigger problems of your own to deal with. You turned back to the bed, sliding under the covers and turning off the light. Despite your distress, you were exhausted and you found yourself losing track of time and drifting off to sleep in mere minutes.

* * *

You awoke to the sound of the bedroom door latching shut. You rolled over, blinking your eyes open in an attempt to sneak a peak at your bedside alarm clock. You’d already been asleep for three hours and Spencer was just now coming to bed. It was well after midnight, and you knew that meant he had been up thinking about something. You figured it would be best not to push the subject after everything that had happened.

With your eyes shut, you waited to feel the familiar sensation of Spencer climbing into bed. Instead, you felt his weight at the foot of the bed, as if he had perched himself on the end. You tried not to think much of this and did your best to fake sleep. However, it soon became apparent that Spencer was on to you.

“I know you’re awake,” he said gently. His voice was gruff from the hours he’d spent in silence. Spencer waited before speaking again, “I think we should talk about what happened.”

There it is, you thought. Your stomach sank as your eyes fluttered open. You rolled over to face him, leaning up on your arms. It was then you noticed that he was still in his suit. His unkempt hair fell over his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the disheveled man in front of you. “Alright,” you relented, still refusing to meet his eyes, “what do you want to talk about?”

Spencer rolled his neck, tension evident in his movements. “I want to know how you feel about what was said earlier,” he said. For the first time in hours, you met his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. You found no signs of dishonesty, so you fell back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I don’t know, Spencer,” you groaned. “I definitely was surprised. I definitely wasn’t thrilled.” Spencer nodded, moving some hair away from his eyes as you spoke. “But,” you started again, “it’s not like we can go back and change it now.”

He reached an arm out, putting a hand over the covers on top of your knee. “I know,” he whispered, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You scoffed a bit at his sincerity and his innocence, meeting his eyes once more. “And how do you feel about it?” you asked.

Spencer bit his lip in thought. You could tell you had caught him off guard with the question, and he seemed to be calculating his response. “Can I be honest with you?” he said.

You raised your eyebrows, the nervous feeling in your stomach intensifying. Is this where he tells you he feels the same way and leaves for good? You pushed your thoughts to the side. “Always,” you whispered.

He sighed, laying back on the bed so he was next to you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into his warmth. You knew this wasn’t the time, so you held yourself back and held your breath, awaiting his response.

“First, I was confused,” Spencer explained, eyes locked on the ceiling. “I haven’t thought about JJ like that in over ten years. Frankly, I never knew she thought of me that way, so I was caught off-guard.”

So he did have a crush on her at one time, you thought. You were ready to close your eyes in defeat, to slip off the bed and out of the apartment and never come back when he cleared his throat.

“But then,” he started once more, “I had a quick epiphany of all the moments she’d gone out of her way for me, and I could understand where she was coming from.” You turned to look at him, watching his eyes scan the ceiling as he tried to come up with his next statements.

“And?” you asked, prompting him to continue.

“And then,” he continued your previous statement, “I was terribly appalled.”

Your head, which had turned to the ceiling, snapped back in his direction. You felt your eyebrows raise and your jaw drop open a bit in surprise. “Appalled?” you asked, confusion evident in your expression.

“Appalled,” Spencer echoed, sitting up on the edge of the bed once more and looking back at you.

“Why?” you asked.

Spencer shook his head, looking around the room. “I’ve been thinking about that for the last couple hours, and I’ve come up with a lot of reasons,” he mused. “I know she was in a tight place, but Will deserves better than that. The boys deserve better than that. But aside from them,” he leaned over on the bed, intertwining his fingers with yours, “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you must have thought. I was so afraid of your reaction and of losing you.”

Despite your evident emotional state as tears pooled in your eyes, you tried to play it off. “Spencer, this isn’t about me,” you reminded him.

“Yes,” he said, lying next to you, “it is.” Spencer ran a hand through his hair, pulling some curls out of his eyes. “Everyone knows how much I love you. I know how scary something like this can be. But you have to know that I have no idea where this came from and that anything JJ and I had died, on my end, long before I ever met you.”

You glanced over at him, the sincerity in his voice had moved you to believe him. For a moment, you forgot about JJ and Will, the boys, and the implications of her words. You offered his fingers a small squeeze. “So we’re okay?” you asked in a tiny voice.

“More than,” Spencer whispered.

He rolled on his side to face you and you mirrored his actions. He wrapped his arms tight around your body, the textured material of his suit jacket pressed against your cheek. A gentle kiss was pressed to your forehead and you found yourself falling back into sleep. After several minutes passed, you felt Spencer’s voice rumble through his chest for a final time before he succumbed to sleep: “Ever since I met you,” he mumbled, smoothing some stray hairs away from your face, “it’s always been you.”

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st7rnioioss · 2 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ romance cheat sheet, pt. 1

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: swearing

summary: Chris and you have been best friends since middle school. Chris has been in love with you since he met you, and you developed a small crush during sophomore year. It’s now currently senior year, and Chris has no idea how to ask you out. So him, his brothers, and their friend, Nate, make a ‘romance cheat sheet’, to get you to fall for him (even tho you already have..?)

a/n: i JUST found out there’s a literal book with the same plot. uhhhhhhh, don’t sue me

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It was around midnight. Nate, Matt, and Nick were all slumped on the couch, looking at me sitting on the floor, my legs crossed.

“C’mon, don’t be such a pussy, Chris. Just ask her out already, she clearly likes you!” Nate groaned.

I had been talking about y/n for the past 20 minutes, deciding if I should text her to ask her out or not.

The thing is, she is my best friend, and I won’t risk our friendship just because I was delusional, and thought she liked me back. There’s no chance, she’s fucking perfect.

But yet I still had a small voice in my head, telling me she just might like me back.

“Nate, it’s not that fucking easy. She’s my best frie- girl best friend. What if I fuck up?” I lean back against the carpet, covering my face with my hands with a frustrated grunt. This wasn’t easy, at all.

“I say we make a little cheat sheet. Romance cheat sheet.” Nick said with a proud smile, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. He’s mentioned it before, but I cut it off immediately.

This time I felt different though. Maybe he was right, what if it would work? He noticed a thing or two.

“I’m with Nick on this one. You clearly like her. Too much for my liking.” Matt mumbled, making Nate break into laughter, leaning back in the couch.

I doubt it’ll work. None of us have any experience with women, but Nick had a few female friends. I mean, me, Matt and Nate also did, but we weren’t as close. I’d just let Nick take over the list.

“Okay! Fine. Nick, grab a paper or whatever,” I rolled my eyes, standing up to find a few pens for all of us.

Nick and Nate added a few points. Here and there I remembered a few thinks she liked, crossed a few of the stupid ideas out, kicking Matt because he wasn’t helping, and so on.

“Wait, her favourite flowers are tulips-“

“I don’t know, she mentioned she’s never played golf before?”

“She likes the Nerds Gummy Clusters.”

“Nick, we already have matching bracelets. Look- Mine’s blue.”

The final list consisted of 13 points.

1. Tuck her hair behind her ear once in a while

2. Get her flowers for no reason (tulips)

3. fake failing a class

4. Let her borrow your hoodies

5. Hold her hand when walking (oh la laa)

6. Kiss her forehead when she accomplishes something!!! ;)

7. Teach her how to play golf or something, stand behind her

8. Remember her ordr orders for specific restaurants

9. Always have her favourite candy in your bag (nerds gummy cluts clusters)

10. make out with her Take her out when it feels right

11. Go shopping or whatever

12. Get matching bracelets (more)

13. KISS KISS KISS - n8

“Alright, I think this is good. You start Monday, try to check any of these off during the day.” Nick said, putting the cap on the pen pack on. Nate nodded, and Matt was practically asleep on the couch.

I stared at the list for a second. Was it stupid? Was it really worth it? Would it even work?

I tried to push the thoughts away. It’ll be fine, if it’s not gonna work, at least we’re still best friends.

“Alright, I’m going to bed then. Goodnight.” Nate yawned as he stood up, making his way to the bathroom. I just gave him a smile.

“Nick, I’m scared it’s not gonna work. What if she thinks I’m a weirdo? I mumble, looking down at my hands. I shot Nick a glance.

“Chris, stop. She’s not gonna suddenly find you weird after being your best friend since middle school. You guys are attached to the fucking hip, this is literally the first Friday in what? Weeks, she hasn’t been sleeping here. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, laughs at your extremely unfunny jokes, always staying by your side. You literally sleep beside each other. So please, shut up. And goodnight.” Nick rolled his eyes as he also stood up.

Deep down Nick felt kind of happy for his brother, finally trying to making some sort of move on his best friend. It was getting painful to watch two people completely oblivious to each other.

I looked back at Matt behind me, asleep on the couch with his phone in his hand. I slowly got up to put his phone on the coffee table, finding a blanket for him, before making my way to my bedroom, not forgetting to bring the cheat sheet with me.

I had been staring at the ceiling for God knows how long. The overthinking had taken over, makes me completely restless.

That was until my phone lit up with a vibration.

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lksvi · 10 months

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love him and let him love you

𝆹⭒ re6!leon kennedy x gn!reader

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ synopsis — meeting you in raccoon city was a blessing. now, you've become the light within leon's darkest hours.

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ content — fluff, probably some angst?, no uses of [name], i love leon kennedy, focuses on leon, a lot of leon reflecting

⏜ ‎ ◯𝆹⭒ word count — 2.2k

𝆹⭒◯ ⏜ note — the mischaracterization of leon kennedy makes me Sad so i wrote this. also requests r open js as a reminder!!!! enjoy this work!

𝆹⭒ masterlist

Leon is a graveyard of empty promises and bloodied corpses. Too many times has he promised what he cannot uphold, given what he shouldn’t– At his core, he is selfless. His heart beats the same direction of Ashley’s veins and his breath is remnant of Luis’ cigarette smoke. Those things kill, you know, he had said, not yet understanding what Spain had in store for him.

If there was any test of loyalty to his country, it was Spain.

He can’t tell you what he went through. The government holds him on a tight leash, never straying too far from the D.S.O. headquarters. Your home is a temporary peace; a light in the dark. Soft cushions and open windows, moonlight filtered through glass. Tranquility is not often felt by Leon, but whenever he is with you, at your home, with the gentle light of the moon brushing over pale skin, it buries itself into his bones. Carves into the marrow, makes a home of his ribcage.

Peace has never felt so free until he met you.

He thinks of that time often: Surrounded by the groans of the undead, brain matter sticking to the soles of his shoes. Yet, in the darkness of Raccoon City, laid a savior in the shape of you. Leon, a rookie cop who had yet to experience the weight of the world, thought you were an angel. He thought your purpose was to guide him out of the shadows, rescue him from the grime and filth that was Raccoon City.

Instead, he rescued you. Adrenaline pricked at his skin, shot through his veins. He remembers the sight of you: All-consuming fear swimming deep within angelic eyes, covering you head-to-toe. His gun did not feel heavy, nor did the bullet sound loud. All he could focus on was you, you, you.

He did not hear himself ask you, “Are you okay?” He simply saw you nod, and without a second glance, reached out to touch you. Fate intertwined your paths, brought you to him and him to you, for this moment. For Leon to gently grasp your wrist, flesh marred with dried crimson and flakes of dirt. For him to guide you to the police station, luminescent lights flickering overhead.

Underneath the fake lighting, he saw beauty personified. Breathless from running or from the sight of you, he did not know, but even if he wasn’t already panting, he would’ve started at the mere glance of you. He’s seen beautiful women, ones who turn heads and capture the lenses of cameras, but he thinks any lens would’ve shattered upon your grace.

Ever since Raccoon City, Leon has had a sworn duty: Protect the country and protect you. Helping has always been second nature for him, ever since he was six-years-old and standing up for the bullied kids housed in the orphanage, but for you, it’s his first. He helps you before he thinks of helping himself. Even with mundane tasks such as unscrewing the lids of jars and reaching something on the top shelf for you come natural to him.

He’s always helping you. So, he doesn’t know what to do with himself when you help him instead.

It’s long after midnight. Moonlight seeps through panes of glass, illuminating your living room. Tonight is cold and lonely. You reside by yourself, the glow of the television the only source of light within the home. A blanket drapes over you, shielding you from the cold, and a hot cup of tea sits on the coffee table. You’re about to go to bed when there’s a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone tonight. Confusion knits between your brows, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you stand up. Cautiously, you undo the locks and open the door, surprised to see Leon there. His sleeves are rolled up, dirt and grime stuck to the surface of his knuckles and inside of his nails. Turning up at your house with bruises and scratches are common for Leon, but he looks particularly rough tonight.

“Leon!” You gasp, moving to the side to let him in. A crooked smile plays on nude-colored lips as he steps inside, a shiver racking his frame. Dark blue fabric does little to shield him from the cold. The first few buttons are undone, revealing an array of yellow and purples peeking out from beneath it, along with a few cuts along his collarbone. “I thought you weren’t supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

A light chuckle escapes him. He’s grateful to be back in your home, the comfort already making a home within his beating heart. “Got back a little earlier,” Leon responds, raspy timbre not giving away his exhaustion. You don’t miss the hitch in his breath when he steps, or the way he tries to conceal his pain. “Thought I’d swing by, pay you a visit. How’re you holdin’ up?”

You don’t answer his question, too busy eyeing the unusual color against his skin, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re hurt,” You say instead. He offers a small sigh, a tug at the corner of his lips. “S’The job, sweetheart. What can you do?”

Gently, you lead him to your bathroom. It’s small, barely able to fit the two of you, but you make it work. You treat him as if he’s made of glass, even if you know he isn’t. Although you don’t know what happens in his line of work, you see the aftermath of it. The angry splotches against his skin, dark bruising and crimson-dried cuts. “Was this one of the rough ones?” You ask softly, even if you know the answer.

Leon can try to lie. He can attempt to conceal the truth behind vague words and shifty eyes, but he doesn’t. He sighs, watches you get out the first aid kit, and nods. “It’s always rough,” He mutters, eyes cast downwards. Talking about work isn’t something he enjoys. He doesn’t like to bring his work home, even if it infects certain aspects of his day-to-day life subconsciously.

He doesn’t trust anyone. He eyes down any suspicious looking person while getting you both coffee, always takes a sip of yours before he gives it to you, just in case. You don’t know he does these things– He’d rather deal with his paranoia himself. He doesn’t want to make you paranoid. Leon keeps you close to him in crowds, a hand splayed out on the small of your back or an arm wrapped around your waist or your hands intertwined. Touching you in some way is a must. If he can’t physically feel you, he thinks you’re going to disappear.

And Leon understands it’s silly. The things he does, the precautions he takes, he knows it’s coming from a place of anxiety. Humor me, won’t you? is what he asks every time, accompanied with a playful click of his tongue. Yet, he’d rather be safe than sorry. Risking your safety in any way is the greatest sin of all, one he refuses to even chance.

You try your best to cheer him up. His job is dangerous, that much you know, but you try to be a beacon of light for him. He has a mansion of his own, but you always welcome your quaint home up to him. A place of safety. At first, he didn’t take it. Showing up at your home was rare, if he came at all. Truthfully, he was worried about infecting your home. Plaguing the air with his anxiety, worries, and fears; somehow shifting the quiet environment to one of chaos.

His own house may be tainted, but he didn’t want to risk yours.

“Take off your shirt for me,” You instruct him. The first aid kit is laid out on the counter, gauze and bandages and band-aids littered about. He’ll never admit it, but he always looks forward to your band-aids. You always go for a colorful theme of some kind. Last time, your bandages were space themed, littered with stars and galaxies and asteroids. He secretly loves your themed band-aids.

This time, they’re Hello-Kitty themed. One of the characters, who you’ve told him is My Melody, takes up the space of the band-aid. His lips quirk in a smile. “Hello-Kitty this time, huh?” He says as he unbuttons his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the ground. Scars litter the expanse of his chest and abdomen, taut skin stretched across muscles. Chasing down Bio-Organic Weapons for a living gave him the physique he dreamed of having as a young boy (with several scars added, too).

He doesn’t say it out loud, but the themed band-aids remind him of Sherry. The young girl you two had taken care of for a short amount of time, who Leon sacrificed the rest of his adult life for. Getting recruited as a government agent was his part of keeping you, and her, safe. In exchange for his recruitment, you and Sherry got to live a normal life. Although Sherry was much more grown up, now. Seeing her in China had been whiplash for Leon.

She was a young woman now, different yet similar to the little girl you two had rescued long ago. He was different, too. No longer a bright-eyed rookie cop who blindly protected in the name of justice. He thinks back to Ada’s words– “You haven’t changed. You just think you have.”– and ponders on if he really has changed. In a way, he has. Gruesome sights and ungodly terrors have plagued him, shaped him into a man of battle. But in a way, he still helps. He still offers a hand to those in need.

Helping people has always been what he wants to do. It sits at the core of his being, flowing through his blood. He thinks of Ashley, Luis, and Sherry– All the people he could and couldn’t save. He will never be okay with not being able to save everyone. It keeps him up at night, infects his dreams until they morph into night terrors.

But he has saved people. Like you.

You nod your head, cleaning the cut on his collarbone and decorating it with a band-aid. He doesn’t tell you that he saw Sherry– Not yet, anyway. He doesn’t want to disturb the serene silence. It brings forth tranquility, a type he only feels when around you. It’s quiet as you continue patching him up, save for your delicate humming (a quirk about you that he loves– Silence often scares Leon, makes him await when the next B.O.W. will find him or when an enemy will come out of nowhere. Your humming doesn’t interrupt the silence, instead making it more peaceful) and the sound of gauze and bandages ripping.

Sleep tugs at his eyelids. It isn’t often he gets the pleasure of falling asleep, but he hopes he does tonight. Even so, he’ll get to lay with you, and that’s enough to relax him.

When you finish, you smile at him. “All done,” You tell him. You card a gentle hand through his hair, brush through the knots with nimble fingers. Luxuries such as brushing his hair aren’t often thought about during his missions. Typically, he comes back with his hair in knots. He hates the feeling of you brushing through them, but he enjoys sitting on the floor in front of the couch, your legs over his shoulders. Leon will turn his head as you’re combing through his hair simply to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, leaving you to complain about having to start all over.

It’s the domesticity that kills him to be away from you. Thoughts of you persist even when he’s on a mission. Close calls have led to him thinking if leaving you, gentle kisses and exchanged laughter, would be the last time he saw you. A few times he’s picked himself up, even when an ache settles itself into his bones and he’s lost blood by the liters, because the thought of leaving you tears him apart. Never getting to see you making breakfast for him or your tongue sticking out when you focus or the blotches on your lips after anxiety-ridden days would break him.

He never wants to leave you. The image of you sobbing, tissues piled high and comforter up to your chin, makes his heart ache. He’s getting up before he realizes it, tugging you close. He hopes you can feel his heartbeat and understand that it beats for you. Leon’s never been good at expressing his emotions, but he hopes you know how much he loves you. How he would die and kill and tear apart flesh a thousand times over just to come home to your sweet smile.

“C’mon, sweet thing,” He murmurs into your hair. Rough fingertips gently scratch up your back, caressing the soft skin. He pulls away, just to see you look up at him. In this moment, he memorizes your eyes and your smile. He memorizes the feel of your skin, the smell of your perfume, the veins that map out a river beneath your flesh. He memorizes you and your love. “Let’s get to bed.”

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thebisexualdogdad · 6 months

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One piece preferences - How they spend halloween (GN!reader)

Luffy -

● trick or treating of course

● has a super detailed costume that he spent months making

● and starts ringing doorbells the moment the sun goes down and goes way past when the rest of the kids have gone to bed

● "Luffy it's nearly midnight I don't think people are going to open their door for you anymore"

● "but we're so close to finishing my trick or treating map, we've only got one more block to go!"

● has eaten all his candy two days after Halloween

Nami -

● hands out candy while watching scary movies

● she's made you guys a bowl of freshly popped popcorn and turns your favorite movies on

● also snacks on the candy in between visits from the kids

● pretends to be scared by the movie so she can cuddle with you

● falls asleep on the couch surrounded by empty candy wrappers

Sanji -

● throws the best Halloween party in town

● has to hire a bouncer because there's a line of people trying to get in

● as well as a bartender to make signature halloween themed drinks

● he spent the last week decorating your home

● and made all the appetizers for the party himself

● wears a couples costume with you that wins his own costume contest

Zoro -

● turns all the lights off and pretends not to be home

● unfortunately for him your neighbors saw his shadow walk by the window and started knocking on the door

● you convinced him to find something he could hand out

● so he gave the kids some ketchup packets he found in the kitchen

● "you really didn't buy any candy at all?"

● "Hey at least I didn't give them toothbrushes"

Usopp -

● favorite part of Halloween is getting to prank people

● hides in bushes and scares people walking by

● TP's random houses with giant trees knowing it'll be that much more difficult to clean up

● has you filming him so he can post the videos to tik tok hoping to go viral

● but of course the only one that does is the the video of a guy punching him after he jumped out at him with a fake machete

Shanks -

● is the guy in the neighborhood known for handing out full sized candy bars

● all the kids make sure to go to your house first

● you two sit on the porch handing out candy and playing card games

● Shanks compliments every single kids costume that comes by

● plus he's got wine in cups to go for the parents who need a little pick me up

● so he's the neighborhood favorite for both the kids and the parents

Buggy -

● runs the local haunted house

● goes all out with the a little too realistic special effects

● has had the cops called on him multiple times over the years because of the amount of terrified screams that can be heard blocks away

● you once had to convince a cop that the body he had hanging at the start of the haunted house was in fact not a real body

● and at the end of the night he's already planning on how he can outdo himself next year

Mihawk -

● doesn't even know it's Halloween yet everyone thinks he's dressed up

● "nice vampire costume dude"

● "I don't know what you're talking about"

● "it's halloween… and you're dressed like a vampire… right?"

● "this is how I dress everyday you peasant"

● you have to drag Mihawk away before he fights this dude

Cabaji -

● trick or treats and gets mad when people say "aren't you two a little too old to be trick or treating?"

● wears one of those "this is my costume" t shirts

● drinks beer while you guys are trick or treating

● steals candy from kids that don't have parents with them

● and then eggs people houses to finish off the night

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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MASTERMIND — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n confesses to her boyfriend, Trevor, that she planned the night they met and knew they would end up together.

specific lyrics: “once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. you and i ended up in the same room, at the same time.” and “what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me. i laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line. what if i told you i’m a mastermind? and now you’re mine.”

notes: i feel like all 3 of this weeks midnights fic list works have been so short and i hate that but i also feel like they didn’t need to be long? idk if that makes sense but like, i feel like if they were longer then they would suck and be too much.

**FALL OF 2021**

i don’t want to be here. i was a last minute invite after my sister, Liz, got sick and could no longer make it. her boyfriend, Carson, needed a date, so Liz offered for me to take her place. platonically, of course. so, now i stand next to Carson, in an uncomfortably itchy evening gown. at some charity event for his work, watching as people mill about the ballroom.

“i’m gonna go grab a drink.” he tells me.

he’s gonna leave me alone in a room full of people i don’t know? where i already feel awkward and out of place?

not wanting to seem needy, i just nod, watching as he walks away. heaving out a sigh, i lean my back against the wall behind me and continue my people watching. i look towards the entrance, watching as a group of guys i immediately recognize walk in. i freeze up as i scan the group. as a hockey fan, i would’ve appreciated if Carson had told me that the Anaheim Ducks would be attending. i’m about to let my shoulders slump in relief when i see him. Trevor Zegras. my favorite hockey player and the most gorgeous man i’ve ever seen. he looks up from his phone as he walks and our eyes lock. he throws a half smile my way and then catches up with the rest of his team. he says something to Jamie Drysdale before they break off from their teammates and walk towards the food table.

i tear my gaze away from him and glance toward Carson, who’s locked into a conversation with a coworker at the bar. looking back towards Trevor, i contemplate in my head.

this may be my one chance to charm him.

i’m gonna do it.

i walk over to the food table and saddle up right beside him. grabbing a plate, i then reach for the same strawberry as him at the same time, making our fingers brush.

“oh, so sorry!” i feign surprise, and look up at him. his blue look into mine and he smirks.

“it’s no worries.” he picks up the strawberry, setting it on my plate. “for the beautiful lady.”

i feel the blood rush to my cheeks and i smile back at him.

“thank you, handsome gentleman.” i tease.

“does the beautiful lady have a name?” he asks, turning his body to face me completely and i mimic him.

“i’m y/n.” i introduce, sticking my free hand out for him. he clasps it in his, shaking.

“i’m Trevor.”

**SUMMER OF 2023**

i lay in bed, watching Trevor’s reflection in the mirror through the open bathroom door as he gets ready for the day.

i’m so in love with this man. i need to come clean, because what if he hates me for it and leaves? if i wait any longer, it’ll hurt me more.

“what if i told you that us meeting wasn’t accidental?” i blurt the words out before i can even think about what i’m saying.

“what?” he asks, turning and walking out, back into the bedroom.

“when we met. at the charity.” i clarify, looking down at my hands. “i planned us meeting. i mean, i didn’t know you would be there, but when i saw you, i planned it in my head. i went over and i faked getting that strawberry so our hands would touch and then i faked not knowing who you were. and then it cascaded from there.”

Trevor is silent for too long for my liking and i finally look up. but his reaction isn’t what i was expecting. he’s standing in front of me with a wide smirk on his face.

“i was waiting for you to confess.” he chuckles and my face contorts in confusion.

“what?” i’m so confused. he knew?

“honey, i knew that night.” he tells me.

“you did? how?” i ask, sitting up in the bed.

“i saw you leaning on the wall, remember? it was written across your face that you knew who i was. i’m glad you made the first move though, because i thought you were stunning. still do.” he takes a seat in front of me on the bed. taking my hand in his. “you’re my little mastermind.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #anaheim ducks #midnights fic list #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

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lovinghiddleston · 2 years

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Better Boyfriend ; Regulus Black

Regulus needs a fake girlfriend, but you are already James Potter's real girlfriend. Things get a little complicated after you agree to his proposal.

Gif's not mine. Credits to timotheechallamets.

Pairings: Regulus Black x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,5K

Warnings: cheating (not you either Regulus), your relationship with James is toxic, James is not a good guy here. There are some confrontations/verbal fights, and you are from Slytherin. Regulus is a cutie pie here.

A/N: I was listening Boyfriend from Dove Cameron and that was the result.

"Are you alright?"

You found yourself asking that question to a boy from your own house. It was late at night, you were just returning after a kissing and cuddling session with your boyfriend, James, when you realized that there was someone standing in front of the fireplace in the common room. When the brown haired boy turned around, you realized it was Regulus Black.

"Are you alright?" he asked in return and you realized that there was still a trace of tears in your face.

You took a seat on one of the couches, it was late but you felt like you weren't capable of going to bed, not yet. Your mind was disturbed, your thoughts about James and you, your relationship and all the troubles that involved. Dating someone from Gryffindor never was easy, not when you belonged to Slytherin, but anyways, you both tried to make it. Even when James' friends - mostly Sirius Black, were so concerned of you being a Slytherin. People in your own house showed no respect to you, and they had told some bad shit about you, just because of your relationship with one of the Marauders. And you defend him and his friends, because you used to believe that you really like him.

You and Regulus both kept in silence, none of you were really sure of talking about what concerned you. Bur Regulus cutted the silence

"I heard about Potter and you."

"What do you know about that?" you asked in return, being curious about how far the rumours went. You didn't know that Regulus Black was interested in gossips.

"You are single now? That's why you were crying?" He just said.

"I'm not single." Yet, you thought. Your relationship status with James was hard to define.

"Oh."

You looked at him. Regulus was handsome, he was at the same year as you and you barely talked to him. He was a quiet boy who had no business with you, you shared most of the classes with him but you never found interest neither did Regulus to talk to each other. Expect that night, it was the first time that you shared more than one sentence. But, what was different? Maybe it was that Regulus seemed off, sitting in the floor and you were definitely sad too. The common room was silent, the other students should be sleeping in their beds.

"What about you? Why you are sitting in front of the fireplace at midnight?"

He didn't answered, he returned his gaze to the fire and remained seated in silence. James had told you that the mother of Regulus and Sirius was a harpy woman, who had kicked her own son out of the house. Sirius had broken off any relationship with his family, including his younger brother.

"You are a girl," he said, after what it looked like half an hour.

"Last time I checked, I was one." you said, in a sassy tone. Regulus made a grin of annoyance at you and your gazes met.

"I have a proposal. A weird proposal, to be honest."

You had never spoken before, not really, and it was rare for you to hear those words. "What? What kind of proposal?"

"I need a girlfriend, a fake girlfriend. I was thinking who could be and I think you're perfect for it."

You laugh.

"But I'm dating James." you already supposed he knew that, he asked you before if you both were still dating. The relation you kept with James wasn't a secret and since Regulus was the brother of James's best friend, he would definitely know.

"I could be a better boyfriend than him, believe me. A fake boyfriend, at least."

"Regulus…"

"What? He doesn't deserve you, and you know that shit. He's always chasing Lily Evans in the hallways, he's so interested in her that you don't realize that he's just using you."

Truth hurted. You found two days ago that James already had a thing with Lily, tonight you tried so hard to make the words come out of your mouth. You tried to ask him if that was true, if the rumors you heard from the girls of Gryffindor were true. They said that they were kissing in the hallways, they say that James was trying to break up with you but he couldn't. He was cheating on you, not caring about how you could feel. However, that night James didn't say anything about that, neither did you. He was quite silent, you were too. You just enjoyed kissing each other but the mood in you was different. Your heart was broken, and you were so silly to trust him.

Regulus noticed your sad face, "I'm not asking you to leave him, I'm just asking you to pretend to be my girlfriend. You are not a pureblood, you don't belong to an important family and my own family would be so mad at me for that."

"You want your family to get angry because of me?" you asked, really losing your own mind about the situation. A fake girlfriend/boyfriend scenario should be something useful, not the other thing. You and Regulus fake dating only would provoke fights and confrontations.

"It's my rebel movement against them, I don't think you could understand."

You rolled your eyes, the Black family had the trait of being elitist. Belonging to Slytherin, you’d come across a bunch of students who thought purity was everything. You didn't belong to an important family, both of your parents had magic but your family had had several muggles and squibs in it too. So Regulus' intentions were to use you to anger his parents. You, a person who belonged to Slytherin but had no purity in his blood. You, a girl who already had a boyfriend.

And you didn't know why but you were interested in the proposal. Regulus Black was cute and he radiated an aura of mystery. He looked like a sad and misunderstood boy, someone capable of sitting alone at midnight, and transmitting melancholy in his gaze. Of course you didn’t know him well enough to say he was a good boy, for the times you had been in the company of James and his friends, you heard Sirius say a lot of things about his brother. And they weren't precisely good ones.

"No, I don't understand. Why me? There's a lot of girls in Hogwarts who are not pureblood," you remembered him. "and I'm pretty sure that there are some girls in Hufflepuff who might be really interested in helping you."

"My mother hates your family."

You let moan come out of your mouth.

"I didn't knew that our families were enemies."

"Sort of, my mother thinks your father is too dumb to work in the Ministry. It would be perfect, they already don't like you."

Oh, that was flattering. Regulus Black knew how to make yourself feel appreciated. You rolled your eyes, James didn’t focus on details either. Maybe it was a guy thing.

"Like a Romeo and Juliet romance." you thought and then, you corrected. "A fake romance."

"So? What do you think?"

You didn’t know what to say, it was a proposal that had come out of nowhere. You felt sad, thinking that maybe James had never loved you just as you did. You had tolerated his friends, you had tolerated prejudice about your Hogwarts house and your way of being. All for nothing. You couldn’t blame Lily Evans for interfering, all the blame fell on who was supposed to be your boyfriend. You felt fragile, your heart breaking apart and all you could feel was anger and disappointment towards James. Maybe that’s what the reason that made you nod.

"I'll be your fake girlfriend. But not kisses involved, I don't want to cheat on James"

You told the story to James the next morning, as you walked for your shared Potion class. That led to James laughing, saying that Regulus wasn't able to get a real girlfriend, because he had to pretend to have one. You tried to defend Regulus, but the truth is you weren’t in the mood to fight James. So you just let it go and both seemed to agree with the fact that you’d be pretending to be Regulus’s girlfriend for two weeks. You were a coward, you knew it was the chance for James to have a free ride with Lily. But a small part of your heart still harbored affection for him.

Your fake romance started with some little touches in the hallways, with both of you talking in class and people noticing that there was something weird going on between you and Regulus. In the common room you used to talk about unimportant things, what were your favorite colors, what music you liked and if you had something in common. You spent at least a week talking and holding hands, until all of Hogwarts said you were dating. One day, Regulus came to you during breakfast and sat in the table, next to you. Some girls looked at you and started talking in whispers, and you rolled your eyes. Regulus was all smiles.

"I received a letter from my mother." he murmured, as if it were Christmas. He seemed happy, having accomplished his task.

"What did she say?" you asked him in return and he just showed up the letter, and he read some lines.

"I can't accept what are you doing. Dating a mudblood? I thought I taught you very well what kind of people our family is related to. I hope it’s clear that we’re not expecting you at Christmas to spend it with the family, I’m very disappointed in you, Regulus Arcturus Black."

The letter was too long to read it all, but the message was pretty clear. Walburga Black seemed to concern about his son dating you. When you started the fake relationship, Regulus said he wanted to upset his family and now that he had accomplished his task, you thought you’d grown too attached to him to walk away without saying anything. It was comfortable being around him, you had laughed a lot more than you had done all year. And you couldn’t stop comparing him to James. His hands were cold but he held you tightly, as if he thought you could leave at any time. He was interested every time you told him anything, and many times you had forgotten that you simply had to hold your hands when people were around, as you ended up holding your hands even when no one else was in the room.

"She's really angry." you said, smiling too.

And you saw what was going on at Gryffindor’s table. Lily was kissing James. They were kissing each other and when they finished, he began to caress her red hair, while they talked like two real lovers. You felt a prick in your stomach. Your relationship with Regulus was totally false, you had never gotten to kiss, only to take hands and casual conversations. If anyone looked closely, you seemed more friends than lovers.

However, you had spent time with James in the kitchens, making up and kissing for the lost time. He knew the truth, what was happening with Regulus was false, and yet he took the opportunity to kiss Lily in front of all the students. It was one thing to listen to other people’s rumors, but it was another thing to see it with your own eyes. They both looked in love, looked happy, and clearly none of them were thinking about you and what they might provoke.

So you got up from the table, Regulus noticed the same as you and you approached James.

"I hope you enjoyed your love affair." you told him, and then, you pulled out the wand and you mused a spell you’d heard.

A big wart came out of James' nose and you heard the laughters on Slytherin’s table. You didn’t have to say you were over, because it was all explained. You left him, because Regulus was right and you didn’t deserve someone like James.

Regulus found you in your room and after having done some spells to get in, he noticed that you were crying in your bed. There was a teddy bear in the corner of your room, one that was totally black and gave off a burning smell. It wasn’t too hard for him to assume that James had given it to you when you were dating. You looked at Regulus and with a movement of your hand, you invited him to lie down with you in bed. You needed someone by your side and that someone was Regulus. You were angry with James, with Lily, with James' friends and with yourself. Regulus said nothing, simply hugged you and caressed you on your back, while you let out a few sobs.

"He's an idiot." you said, not wanting to say his damn name out loud.

"I liked what you did to him, now he has an ugly wart. He deserved it." you laughed, you liked that Regulus wasn’t exactly a good guy, because you weren’t a good girl either.

There were you, he was comforting you, while you blamed yourself for staying so long in that spent relationship. James wasn’t for you and you weren’t for him. You’d been blind enough to tolerate his crap, simply because you thought it was love. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t even close. A boyfriend should have respected you, should have listened to you and be there for you when you needed him. And the closest thing you ever had to a real boyfriend was Regulus, your fake boyfriend.

You stared at him for too long, from his eyebrows, his nose, his lips and his eyes. You never had him so close, he was hugging you and you could feel all his scent on you. You thought it wasn’t hard to pretend to be his girlfriend, because he had shown himself patient and kind to you. You had told him more about your life and your family than you had told James. The relationship you once had with the Gryffindor was more physical, whereas what you had with Regulus was sentimental. Fake or not, Regulus had treated you a way much better.

"Once I said I could be a better boyfriend than him, and I wasn't lying." he said, as he ran a hair from your face. You looked at him and made a pot.

"Regulus."

Your breath was close to Regulus', his eyes had never left your face and they moved to your lips. You ran your tongue across your lower lip, feeling your face becoming warm. Both of you made the first move, your lips came closer and the kiss were inevitable. You didn’t know when feelings had begun to develop, but all you knew was that kissing Regulus felt so good.

Too good.

And you didn’t know what would happen next, but you were willing to find out. With Regulus at your side.

#timothee chamalet #regulus black headcanons #regulus black one shot #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black fluff #james potter #sirius black #the marauders x reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter

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its-vannah · 1 year

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Snow on the Beach | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this posted. I've been crazy busy with finals and had to work on it rather slowly every night. Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, fear of flying, your mother is anything but kind

Midnights Masterlist

Life is emotionally abusive

When your mother had informed you of your bethrothal to Jacaerys Velaryon, you felt as if the weight of Westeros had been placed on your shoulders.

Not only would you one day be Queen of the seven, but you'd be expected to conceieve and birth an heir. You would have had to do that no matter who you married, but being wed to the future King put even more pressure on you.

As you slid into your nightgown, preparing to get some sleep, something caught your eye outside the window.

I saw flecks of what could've been lights

It was dark, and you could barely see it, but in the light cast from the moon, you could make out wings flapping in the distance. It was too big to be a bird. It was a dragon.

The dragon could have been on its own, you figured. But it was far more likely that a Targaryen or a Velaryon was controlling the beast.

Passing by unbeknownst to me

You racked through your brain, thinking of all the dragon riders in the realm. Queen Rhaenyra, Aegon, Aemond, Helaena, Daemon, Rhaenys, Jacaerys—Jacerys.

But it might just have been you

A small part of you hoped that it was him, flying over the home you had grown up in your whole life. But as the dragon faded into the distance, you shook your head of your thoughts, settling into bed.

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When you met Jacaerys formally a few days later, you had expected for things to go smoothly. But that was anything but the case.

And time can't stop me quite like you did

He had insisted on taking you on a dragon ride—and you were utterly terrified. Your mother urged you to follow after him, but you stopped in your tracks, fear striking every bone in your body.

And it's fine to fake it 'til you make it

Climbing on the back of his dragon, who's name you couldn't even remember in your stress, your chest began to heave. But you forced a smile on your face, for no one but your mother. You may not have been happy, but you had to look the part.

I'm unglued, thanks to you

You weren't even a foot off the ground before you were begging for Jacaerys to land, tears streaming down your face.

As soon as you stepped off the beast, you fell to your knees, hands placed firmly on the ground.

And my flight was awful, thanks for asking

Jacaerys slid off of his dragon, kneeling beside you. He gently put a hand to your back, "Are you alright?"

Blurring out my periphery

You shook your head, your vision blurring from the tears in your eyes, uttering, "No."

Your mother briskly walked towards you, coming to a halt at your hunched over body. Nudging you with her foot, she spoke through gritted teeth, "Get up."

Shuffling to your feet, you wiped away your tears with the back of your hand, apologizing, "I'm sorry, mother."

She turned her back on you, just as she had done all those years ago after the accident. This time, you weren't sure there was any coming back.

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That night, you climbed into bed, falling back onto the soft mattress. Your head hit the pillow and you released the sigh you had been holding for the majority of the day.

You had disappointed your mother, again. But it was nothing new, really. Ever since the accident, her life had been nothing but a constant disappointment.

One night a few moons ago

You thought about the day your life changed forever. You were sitting in the highest tower of your castle with your brother, who was brushing up on his sword fighting technique. The open windows let a soft breeze in that caused your hair to float around your head as you worked on your embroidery.

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

You watched as your brother worked on perfecting each swing, stabbing at his imaginary victim. That's when it happened. That's when the world stopped.

Just as you were about to recall the events that had shaped you into who you were today, there was a knock at your balcony door.

I can't speak afraid to jinx it

Jumping at the sound, you grabbed the candlestick from your bedside, taking a few steps towards your balcony. You were aware that danger could be lurking on the other side, but curiosity had always gotten the better of you.

Taking a sharp breath, you pushed the door back quickly, hoping to knock whoever found themself outside your chambers off their feet. But they had already moved. He had already moved. Jacaerys had already moved.

You rushed to cover yourself with your free hand. Dressed in your night clothes, it was hardly appropriate for a man to see you in this state until after marriage.

A sour expression crossed your face, "My Lord, it's late. What could you possibly want or need at this hour?"

You wanting me tonight feels impossible

"You."

His answer was short and simple—at least that's what you assumed.

I don't even dare to wish it

Shaking your head, you waved your candlestick around, almost blowing out the light, "I'll have you know that I'm a woman of honor. Your requests—"

But Jacerys pressed his hand to your wrist, "You misunderstand me, my lady. I wish to take you for a ride."

In that moment, his dragon rose from it's position below your balcony, it's wings flapping rhythmically.

"I don't like heights, my prince. I'm sorry, I can't."

Jacerys bowed his head, "Your father told me what happened to your brother. I'm sorry for your loss."

Your heart dropped, "Then you understand why I can't go."

"That I don't."

"He fell from the highest tower in the palace. I watched him fall to his death and I couldn't do anything about it. I watched him die. I won't watch another suffer the same fate. I can't."

Jacaerys moved his hand to side of your arm, "No one's going to fall. I've been dragon riding ever since I was a boy. And I'll be holding onto you the whole time."

"Jacaerys—"

"I may not have known your brother, but I do know he was a boy of honor. It's tradition for my family to ride dragons. As your betrothed, I want to share that with you," He explained, "This could help both of us, my lady."

You hesitated. But you knew he wasn't going to bscj down, "If I tell you to bring me back down, you'll do it in an instant?"

"In a heartbeat."

You took in a deep breath, clenching your fists to feel anything other than feer.

Jacaerys extended his hand for you to take, and once your fingers were entwined with his, he led you to the edge of the balcony.

Looking up at him through your brows, you pulled back slightly, "Isn't there a safer way to mount?"

He shook his head, "Trust me. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

With that, Jacaerys climbed over your balcony railing, jumping until he landed on its back.

He steadied himself, holding out his arms, "My lady..."

You had gripped the railing so tightly that your knuckles were now ten shades lighter, trembling at the thought of being on dragon back.

"A promise is a promise," Jacaerys reminded you, "As soon as you want to return, you have my word."

Nodding, you climbed over the railing, clinging onto it once you reached the other side.

"I'll catch you, I promise."

You would've climbed back over if your hand hadn't slipped. Once your hand slipped, your foot slid off the edge. Caught by surprise, it wasn't long before you were falling.

But it's coming down, no sound, it's all around

But you weren't falling for long.

Before you could even scream for help, you felt strong arms around your back and thighs.

But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Jacaerys's big, brown eyes met yours in that moment, and you nearly felt yourself swoon. Half of you wanted to slap him for urging you to go on a ride at this hour, knowing your fears, but you couldn't harbor any anger towards him—not with the way he was looking at you.

He set you down gently, moving the stray strands of hair that had fallen over your face out of the way, "Are you alright, my lady?"

You nodded, "Yes, my prince. I'm fine—"

Are we falling like snow at the beach?

Then the ground began to shift beneath you. It was in that moment that you realized you weren't on solid ground—you were standing on the back of a dragon.

Clinging to your betrothed, he ushered you to sit down before him.

He sat down first, patting the spot in front of him. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you positioned yourself on the dragon.

Jacaerys took your hands in his, motioning for you to take the chains in either hand.

My smile is like I won a contest

When you felt his hands on yours, you felt something deep within your chest. Your heart fluttered, your stomach turned, and your face flushed at the contact. You couldn't help but smile, no matter how much you tried to hide it.

When the dragon began to move, you leaned back into his chest, your whole body trembling.

He took it slow, moving the reigns every few seconds to steer, his hands still clasped over yours.

Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful

Gazing down at your now small home, you released the breath you had been holding. The view was beautiful.

Weird but fucking beautiful

Soon after, you calmed your nerves, your grip of the chains loosening. Crossing over a vast lake, you could see the moon's reflection in the still water.

I've never seen someone live from within

For the majority of your life, you had taken all of this for granted. Now, it was like you were truly living for the first time.

I searched aurora borealis green

You gazed up at the stars above, the barely noticeable clouds that hung low over you, casting a slight fog. While your head was reclined to view the stars, it meant Jacaerys's shoulder.

And to hide that would be so dishonest

Instead of pulling away, you let yourself melt into the touch.

Like snow on the beach (are we in a dream?)

After gliding across the sky for what didn't feel long enough, Jacaerys returned you to your balcony.

The two of you rose from your spots, and he gently lifted you up so you could lift yourself onto the edge.

Climbing back over the railing, you smiled down at him.

He remained on the back of his dragon, gazing up at you, "I trust that you enjoyed your ride?"

Nodding, you sighed, "I just admit that it was rather nice, my prince."

"I'm glad, my lady," He said, returning your smile.

You cleared your throat, "Do you come this way often, by chance?"

"Same time tomorrow?"

Grateful you didn't have to ask the question you had longed for, your smile grew, "I'd love nothing more."

"Then it's a date."

Can this be a real thing? Can it?

Your face flushed, and you attempted to hide your embarassment, "Yes, I believe it is."

It was silent for a moment before you spoke, "And Jacaerys? Thank you. For tonight, I mean."

Now I'm All For You like Janet

"Please, call me Jace, my lady."

'Til you do, 'til it's true

"Then call me Y/N."

Like snow on the beach (you want me)

Your faces were inches away, with him now standing on the edge of the railing as you had.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you smiled, "Goodnight, Jace."

With that, he settled back down on his dragon, grinning from ear to ear, "Goodnight, Y/N."

And it's like snow at the beach

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fridgrave · 11 months

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it was the first night since they decided to sleep in different rooms. first weeks they couldn't.

ranboo never trusted the life they started, the fake feeling of safety that came after moving on the different side of the country, hitchhiking with charlie days and nights until they stopped in the middle of nowhere. they will find the trace of their life before showfall, even if charlie doubted he had one, but ranboo remembered some faces and names, like it's a spot that gone through cheap laundry. starting all over again was hard, but not harder than sleeping at night. ranboo always kept one eye open, expecting to see white masks in the sharp shadows of a small room.

charlie tried to sleep not far away, mumbling nervously through his dreams until ranboo woke him up.there was no night without nightmares that tried to crawl in charlie's head, and ranboo had no other choice to wake him up before it gone too far. it never gone far enough to make charlie scream in his sleep, but ranboo wouldn't let it happen anyway. even a whisper was enough to keep them awake until it's completely silent around.

they barely slept, deciding to have rest by turns, and managed to deal with it for almost a month, until charlie catched ranboo after their job and declared:

"i will sleep in the living room now. on the couch."

ranboo sighed. he was expecting something like this, seeing mall-sized guilt in charlie's eyes every morning. charlie blamed himself for his nightmares, he always did, and deep inside ranboo realized that was the main cause of their restless nights. they really wanted to sleep.

"what does it matter if you will scream and wake me up anyway?" ranboo asked, and charlie steadily shaked his head.

"i don't think i will, man. if i was a screamer, it would've happen at least once already".

and it was a fair point, ranboo couldn't disagree. it wasn't a big deal after all, but ranboo felt guilty as well for his very light sleep. he didn't had it before, even in the cabin while dem- charlie haunted him and sneeg. ranboo wished they knew how to sleep like that at least for one night.

so it was the night of that day, and ranboo felt weird without a sound of someone's unequal breath on the other side of the room. charlie was in the next room, probably being on the edge of a nightmare, and thinking about it almost made ranboo to get up and check for him, but quiet and lousy voice at the back of their head reminded them to have a rest while they can.

"it was charlie's decision, he wants you to sleep, and if you won't he will be upset more than if the nightmare disturbed him. go only if he screams"

ranboo heeded, but walls kept him from any sounds on the other side. even if nightmare fell on charlie, he wasn't loud enough to get attention. and it felt bad, but their eyelids felt like lead, and thoughts were slow like the eighth hour flight. if he closed his eyes just for a-

low sound of falling reached ranboo's ears, roughly pulling him out of his dream. "3:56" on the clock dimly shined in the dark, making ranboo almost happy — it was more of night sleep he had before, even if the night wasn't really over.

they sat down on the bed when they heard the loud noise from the kitchen. if charlie decided to make himself something after a nightmare, it wasn't a good time for that. especially for someone, who moved in another room only to let ranboo sleep in silence.

ranboo picked up his knife he always hold close, for the case it was someone besides charlie's midnight hunger, and carefully looked out of his room. couch was empty, messy blankets lied on the floor like someone fell of and stucked in them.

"charlie? you woke up?" ranboo asked in the apartment, going further and looking in the dark of the kitchen. turning lights on was painful for their eyes, but that helped them to see a puddle of water, shattered glass and tableware on the floor. charlie stood right there in the middle of that mess, wet, weirdly looking ranboo in the eyes and holding a frying pan in one hand.

"what happened here? charlie?" ranboo made a little step, making sure they won't hurt their feet. "you had a nightmare?"

kitchen light eery reflected in charlie's glasses. he spread his hands a little, water dropped from his hair and face like he took a shower in his clothes.

suddenly, charlie grinned.

"i am your nightmare! boo, bitch!"

and ranboo felt a smack of the pan over his head before lights gone off again.

#charlie slimecicle #ranboo #generation loss #au #jekyll & hyde crossover

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Do you have any random headcanons about any of the comapnions that you want to get off your chest?

Oh, 100%. A lot of this is mostly inter-personal headcanons, how they react to each other. Very found-family based, heavily pushing my "Hancock and Danse become besties" agenda. Less based on the individual. Oh, and follows the "all move to Sanctuary" thing, so people who don't like that might not buy in to this.

Companion Headcanon Grab-bag

Cait; Really confused about her sexuality internally. Has changed her mind on her labels so many times. Is she gay? Bi? Pan? Straight? Ace? Sex-repulsed? Hypersexual? She likes sex sometimes and other times she hates the concept. What's her type of person, if any? What does she want out of a relationship? Just sex? What would she need in a partner? Tries to not think about it, so damn confusing. Just follows her whims. Would get on great with an elder queer person, really needs some guidance there. Also, has a fear of monkeys, apes, etc. Jangle toys and those cymbal monkeys. Fucking horrifying.

Codsworth; Babies the other companions like a mom. Putters around the bunkhouse making sure Piper eats something before she's out the door, cleaning up after Hancock's midnight snack, picking MacCready's coat off the back of a chair, hovering to block Danse's view of the coffee pot as Nick adds honey and sugar for him specifically. It's one house with a dozen adults of questionable emotional and mental stability. It's a robot butler's Olympics. Outside of the others...has spent two centuries trying to kill one single radroach. Its the same one, he's sure of it. It lives under the bridge and appears only under a full moon. It is his mortal enemy.

Curie; The most intimidating girl in the bunkhouse, not Cait. Because Curie doesn't put up with any bullshit. You look pale, come here and let—come here and let her feel your forehead. Too hot, you're taking the day off. She'll make you some tea—no, Danse, she doesn't care if that one joint on your Power Armor is bugging you. Bed. Does she need to go get Nick? She'll get Nick. Excellent! What kind of tea would you like? Curie is very sweet and caring, but she’s a hardass when it comes to the health of her compatriots. And you can't just...refuse. Maybe you could, but...no one's ever tried. Even Gage gives up once she smiles and tilts her head, but narrows her eyes. Fucking Gage.

Danse; You can tell he's feeling under the weather, be it mental or physical, if he hides from Curie. Danse ends up getting on pretty well with Hancock, Nick, Cait, and Preston once he's better from BB. Hancock reminds him a lot of Cutler, in some ways. Cait reminds him of many Initiates, hotheaded and eager but lost on their place in the world. Nick mentors him on the synth thing, and he and Preston are very similar. Once he's mostly adjusted from everything, adopts a...questionable wardrobe, things he would have worn in the Brotherhood if not for the uniform. Adores gaudy, odd-patterned shirts, bright colors.

Deacon; After the Institute is dealt with, by any means, and he has something of a support group with Sole and the others...goes back to Deacon. Its hard, it takes a lot of time, but he stops the home-grown identity crisis. He grows his hair out again, gets a charming grey-red stubble. Still likes costumes and such, but he tries to stay the one person, not fake anything. Again, very difficult. But he tries. Has an odd kinship with X6-88. X6-88 tries to figure out his identity, Deacon tries to relearn his. Also gets along better with Danse and Hancock, understands the "who am I" thing. But the real pals? Deacon and Jun Long. Jun's hype man. Gets what he went through; University Point was destroyed long after Deacon left, but that was still his home. And losing his son...Deacon respects that Jun kept chugging. Tries to help him regain his confidence.

Gage; This is a domesticated Gage, as much as Gage can be domesticated. Always has a horrific story that he likes to pepper into conversations. Deacon tries to one-up him, but Gage always wins, partially because Gage is telling the whole-ass truth. Never says anything about himself, though. Socially hovers around Longfellow, really curious about all of his stories. But Gage keeps his distance far, faaaar from everyone else. Marcy Long swung a folding chair at him, his first day visiting Sanctuary. Thinks little of Preston at first, but the moment he notices that they're almost the same person, just on the other side of the coin, has a crisis. Catches himself not criticizing Preston at one point, when he could have, and has to start a fistfight with him to feel better. Gets along great with Shaun and other local kids, who are into his raider stories. Marcy keeps hunting him for sport, though, so he only has a few minutes to talk before a rake goes for the other eye.

Hancock; Opinion of Danse does a complete flip the very second Danse apologizes. Hancock rubbed it all in his face, took schadenfreude in it. Then Danse's mental health dissolved into goo, and it stopped being funny. And then Hancock felt like fucking shit when the racist technofacist was the bigger man who felt terrible looking back on everything. It took time for their relationship to go from hostile, to civil, to friendly, but Hancock is basically a sphinx cat that wants to drape himself over Danse and cuddle all day. Danse, for his part, is grateful that Hancock could forgive him at all. Also, considers MacCready a brother, no exaggeration. Bobby is his little brother, Duncan is his nephew, blood be damned. It's good for him, after what happened with McDonough. Still refuses to process that. He never was on good terms with him, anyway, but...nope, not thinking about it. Doesn't do chems around Duncan, knows Bobby is iffy about it.

MacCready; Really didn't want to introduce Hancock to Duncan, for fear of Duncan having some...lingering memories about Ghouls. Nope. Duncan loves Uncle John to the moon and back. If Hancock isn't hugging on Danse, he's hugging on Duncan. Also befriends Jun, though he feels some guilt at his baby having survived. MacCready spends a lot of his downtime trying to educate himself, reads. Does those school workbooks if he can find them. Is really entertained by the notes left from the students using them, then gets miserable when he thinks about what happened to them. Incredible at any accuracy-based game. Don't challenge this man to ping-pong.

Nick; Resident therapist. Has, in earnest, considered installing a confessions box in the bunkhouse. Just when he thinks he's heard the worst of their lives, Hancock will remember that his brother buried him alive, or Piper mentions that her dad kept twitching at the funeral as they burned him, or Gage says one sentence about an ex-boyfriend. Then he reminds himself, yeah, these kids are Traumatized with a capital T. Wishes he could drink. Has a list of people to check on in order of priority, every week. Preston is first, Gage is last. Both reasons being, both have so many issues, but won't talk about them. Bangs his head on a wall when he notices this. Sits with Codsworth some afternoons and they share a private nervous breakdown. Has considered getting a gen 3 body, but...he'd want a custom, not someone else's, like Curie's situation. And not like OG Nick, either. Himself. Whatever that looks like.

Piper; Not over her parents dying and never will be. She was 14 when her dad died. Mom died giving birth to Nat. Had to be a mom, and then a mom and a dad, when she herself was a kid, still. Clings to the newspaper because it was all she had, her only power as a little girl alone in the Commonwealth with a toddler. Things get easier, but never less painful. Relocating to Sanctuary made things a bit better, especially since McDonough couldn't threaten to throw them out anymore. Jumped and screamed in place when she was proven right about him. Stopped when she noticed Hancock upset. Continued when she was out of his view, but quieter. Befriends everyone to some extent, but Gage. Gage has some...irritating opinions on the press, chief being, "Hey, you got everyone to kill each other, sounds like. What, that weren't the goal?"

No. What kind of name is Porter, anyway? Ugh.

Preston; So much pent up anger and frustration. Will never let it out. The restraint it takes to keep from maiming Gage like a fucking alligator could hold up the Prydwen if made a physical force. Very confused on what Gage thinks of him, though. Seems to change daily. But hey, he's always down to throw Gage out of a window. 10/10 way to spend an afternoon, eagerly looking forward to next time. Goes drinking with Danse often. Keeps an eye on Nick, sends Sturges his way if he starts making odd noises when he moves. Tries to keep some distance from the others. He lost people he thought family on Quincy...and some them, they didn't die. That was the bitterest thing of all, that they lived before anyone else.

X6-88; Has an interest in art but loathe to act on it. Very attached to his coat. Had a father figure in the Institute, was his personal servant. That man was killed by a rogue synth. X6-88 joined the courser program after the funeral. Protective of Shaun, ends up being popular with his child friends/classmates, who are all curious about the tall, dark man who doesn't speak much but holds Shaun's hand. Privately, X6-88 considered himself a child, young, once. Shaun is literally a child synth. That has to be confusing, being the ghost of dead man, made for his living parent. Dislikes Gage the most, dislikes Piper and Danse the least. Learns to respect Preston, even if he disagrees on his philosophies; at least someone on the top was trying to restore the world, even if it wasn't quite working. Has a fondness for sour apple candy.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #companions react #porter gage #codsworth

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ultralightpoe · 8 months

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Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Ethan Landry

Authors Note: I have been trying to find any sort of energy to post and get out of bed. Got so close to giving up on life itself and I'm barely back, please bare with me as I try to find my way out of my depression hole I have dug for myself everyone. I know it's been a minute but life has been kicking my ass. Be patient with me - Ultralight

Word Count: 3405

Warnings: thoughts of su!cide, angst, grief.

Apart of my MIDNIGHTS EVENT. (Next Event is Sour by Olivia Rodrigo. Requests closed. Event following yet to be decided)

SOUR EVENT

MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy!

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

It all went numb at some point.

You didn’t know when, and you weren’t really mad about it considering it helped with the stab wounds, but at some point after you found out you just…..lost it…….lost the spark. Every will to survive just vanished like smoke in the wind. You had no strength left.

Police officers snapped in front of your face, desperate to get your statement on the events as medics panicked and tried to get your attention, yelling to each other that you were going into a state of shock as reporters filmed and yelled to get the scoop. You didn’t really think you were going into shock, no, shock was when you go frozen and cold from a traumatic incident.

This…… this was just pure heartbreak.

Ethan……….. Ethan had-

And just like that you were leaning forward to spill your guts as the medic in front of you curses and backs out of the way, tears running down your cheeks hotly as you suck in a sharp breath. You had given absolutely everything to him, you had given EVERYTHING.

And yet you weren’t angry or upset…… you were just numb.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

That feeling of numbness quickly passed, and you were left with an unending sadness that just made you tired.

The news had already published the story over and over, his face took over your phone every time you opened any form of social media and you had yet to clear out all the photos you had taken during your relationship. There was no escaping it, not that you truly wanted to.

You would never admit that to the others, since they had gone straight to anger.

They just didn’t understand…. You always thought, which would bring a bitter laugh to your lips because what didn’t they understand? Sam had her boyfriend betray her, Tara lost her childhood best friend from it, Sidney fucking prescott had lost so many people to it. It was a tale as old as time. One falls in love, gets betrayed and stabbed and moves on.

But you couldn’t move on, you couldn’t leave him. Ethan had stitched you up when you scrambled your way into his life, broken and torn after losing your brother Wes and your mother last round.

He had saved you.

“-Yes Mindy,” You snap, reaching a hand to cover your face as you pass a group of kids with their phones pointed at you, the overnight bag carried on your shoulder weighing you down a bit as your boots scuffed on the floor. “I have my taser.”

“I just don’t understand why you decided to walk by yourself in the middle of the night.” She scoffs, the sound of doja cat behind her. “You should’ve called me-”

“First off, my roommate brought a boy over, I hadn’t planned on this. Second of all, you realize I can hear your sex playlist in the background, right?” You fake a laugh for her, trying your best not to let her know you were scared because then she would leave Anika and you didn’t want her to do that since she had worked so hard to get this date.

“Just call me when you get there?”

“How about I send you a smiley emoji?”

“If you send me an emoji I will-”

“Oh, I see a 7-11, I’m gonna stop and get your brother a slushie to ease my arrival. Gotta go-” You rush to hang up, ignoring her disapproval and dashing into the light of the gas station.

By the time you make it to Chad’s dorm you are shaking and trying your best not to have a panic attack in the middle of the hallway. Arms full with snacks and slushees as you use your foot to pound on the door.

You prepare a wide smile on your face for when he opens the door, shimmying to ease the tension in your shoulders, doing your best to seem happy.

But when the door swings open it’s not the cocky smile of Chad that greets you rather than the nervous expression of the curly haired kid in one of your classes, staring at you with wide eyes. “C-can I help you?”

“Oh. Sorry. I was- uh- maybe I had the wrong room?” You blush, stepping back to survey the hall for room numbers. “Crap-”

“Who are you looking for? I know everyones rooms.” He offers, leaning out the door to survey the hall himself. “Dylan? Right? He has a lot of girls come in so-”

“Chad. Chad Meeks.” You snap, blush deepening at the Dylan comment.

“OH! Yeah, in here. I’m his roommate.” The kid explains, stepping out of the way and widening the door. He waits a second, staring at you as you stare back wide eyed, the room behind him pitch black. He looks confused for a moment before turning to see what the problem was, jumping a bit when he realizes and twisting for the light switch.

“Sorry- I was sleeping- I wasn’t doing anything else I swear.” He rushes out, shaking his hands. “I am not a creep I swear.”

“You still have the lotion on the shelf-” He whirls to look and you try to stifle your laughter, turning to the bed on the right. “Where is Chad?”

“He went to check on Tara or something. Should be back in like…. soon ?”

“Okay. Cool. I can go to a coffee shop until he gets here then.”

“What? Why would you do that? You can wait here no problem.” He shrugs, moving to sit at his desk. You wait a moment before pushing the slushee out to him.

“Then here. You can have Chad’s slushee.”

“Thanks.” He smiles, grabbing it softly. “You do the econ homework yet?”

“We had homework?” You laugh, moving to grab the homework from him.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

Your court ordered therapist said that you might have relied on him too much, after being broken down from the last incident you had grasped onto the first kind soul you met. She believed that you were trying to fix the trust back, find the nice kind person you once had been.

You believed she was just telling you anything to make you feel better, right before she stamped a red flag on your papers for ‘DANGEROUSLY DEPRESSED’ and prescribing you hundreds of pills that you would dump down the toilet and tell her you were taking. It was a fun game.

But she might have been right about the relying thing. Like walking around with a broken leg, relying on a crutch only for it to break and leave to tumbling down a hill straight into the knife of someone you completely trusted wearing a stupid mask because they were too chicken to face you-

“Y/n!” Chad calls, reaching a hand on your shoulder and squeezing as tightly as he could, which after all the nerve damage and stab wounds wasn’t really much.

“I’m listening!” You rush, snapping to look at your four friends.

“No you weren’t.” He laughs, pulling his hand back and keeping it close to him. “We were deciding dinner and if you were listening you would recommend what you always recommend-”

“Pizza.”

“Oh. My. God.” He groans as Mindy reaches out to hug around your shoulders, pulling you tight.

“Leave my sister alone.”

“I’m your brother.”

“Chadward. Can you please just…..shhhhhh?” You ask, flipping him off. This draws a laugh from your friends and you imitate them, but your laugh isn’t the slightest bit real which leaves you feeling lost. And a bit awkward.

“You okay?” Sam asks, leaning closer to you so no one else hears. You nod, not trusting actual words to come out. She obviously does not believe it but you claim to be thirsty and leave for some water.

“You’re actually telling me that you prefer Star Trek over Star Wars?!” Ethan asks, eyes wide as he walks beside you on the way to Econ, adjusting his shoulder bag so as to not let it fall. “What is wrong with you?”

“More like what is right with me! You really like all that incest crap?”

“Oh…. you are going there?” he gasps and you shrug. “Then what do you think about the Targaryens, huh?”

He laughs when you stop short, thinking your reaction was due to his question, but in reality you had just seen someone design across the yard with a ghostface mask on, the football team laughing at the strangers antics.

“What a jerk.” Ethan sighs when he finally spots it, moving to block your view as you both walk.

It had been 2 weeks since you met Ethan, and ever since he had walked you to and from Econ which you found that you loved more than anything else. During these walks you got to argue over anything and everything nerdish, just easy and happy conversations. Plus you got to stand close to him which was always a plus since you loved how he smelled and his sweaters were always soft on your skin.

“Did you do the homework?” You ask, changing the subject to get your mind off the douchebag in the mask.

“Yes. And you can copy it when we get inside.” He laughs, shuffling past you to open the door quickly, holding it open for you with an easy smile.

“After you, Spock.”

“Oh why thank you Han Solo!” You smile, flipping your hair as you walk past him.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

You spent your mornings in bed, the sheets tucked around you tightly like a butterfly in the cocoon, staring blankly at your wall. In these moments you could barely muster the energy to lift your head from the pillow, eyes glazed with tears.

What was the point of anything? Why were you here when Ethan was……. Gone. Ethan, the brilliant kind soul that had an amazing future for himself was taken from the world while were wasting space.

You were never as smart as him, not nearly as funny or great. You had no future, which was ironic considering you were the one here……unless.

No.

Don’t think about it, that was rule number one.

But it would make things so much easier.

You wouldn’t do it.

No one would miss you…..

For a second your body melts into the sheets as you think about it, all the possibilities and the freedom it would bring. No more getting out of bed and no more stares from people. No more ghostface -.

But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t.

So you stand, and force yourself to run a bath, sinking into the heat of it as you close your eyes, leaning back so you are completely submerged. Like the hot water could wash away your past, give you an entirely clean slate.

When your head hits the bottom, hands gripping tightly to the sides of the tub as you listen to your heartbeat under the water, the steady thump of it calming you down a bit while you open your eyes.

And there he is, blurry through the water, leaning over the tub to watch you carefully. Almost as if he were scared……Ethan.

Ethan was here, and he was scared.

Ethan.

“You were so nervous on our first date, remember that? And look at you now.” You tease, hitting Ethan’s shoulder with a twizzler while he fakes swagger, posing for you which leads you to cackle. “He said ‘we’ll take the large popcorn AND the twizzlers.”

“You know it.”

“College boy has moneyyyyyyyyy-” For a moment you imitate throwing cash, making him dance under the imaginary paper, both of you humming out words to a random pop song. “Get it. Get it. Get it.”

“I’m rich…. And you suck!” He snaps, moving to walk off as you gasp.

“And you are no longer getting laid!”

“Wait- wait I didn’t mean it.”

“Too late dork brains.”

“Gimme another chance here. I’ll splurge for a slushee.”

“You should have splurged for the slushee in the first place rich college boy.” You tease, walking past him. “I’m not cheap, you know. One of a kind over here.”

“Don’t I know it.” He blushes, moving forward to pull you close, walking with his arm over your shoulders. “You know I love you right?”

“I know.” You wink, smiling when he laughs at the Star Wars reference. “Now come on, we have a movie to watch.”

“Heck yeah.” He grabs your hand, leading you into the theater, checking behind him every couple of seconds to make sure you were still there and okay. Three months into dating Ethan and you were absolutely in love with the man.

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

“Y/n!” He shouts, muffled by the water, reaching his hands into the water to pull you up. When you break the surface you are gasping and spluttering out, hands clinging onto his sleeves tightly with tears streaming down your face.

“You’re here….” You sob, leaning out of the tub to hug him tightly, your face shoving itself into your shoulder as he wraps himself around you, his sleeves wet against your back while you sob into his shoulder. “I missed you, you ruined my life.”

“I’m sorry, believe me, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You’re not gonna leave again? Right?!”

“No… no I’m here.” He whispers, moving to take his shoes off and climb into the tub, pulling you so your back was to his chest and wrapping his arms around you once more, his hoodie just as soft as it always ways and his cheek resting gently on your shoulder.

“You need to focus.” You mumble, not looking up at Ethan as he stares at you. “We have a test.”

“Halloween is coming up.” He scoffs. “What’s the point?”

“Woah, what has been going on with you lately? Are you dying after halloween? Do you turn into a pumpkin when the clock strikes midnight?” You tease, looking up at him finally. “Seriously you keep talking like halloween is the end of it all.”

“I’m just stressed, that’s all.” He shrugs, moving to lay his forehead on your arm while you kiss the top of his head.

“It’s date night tonight, what do you want to do-” Before you could finish the question his phone rings on the table, and he snatches it up when you look to see who is calling.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He rushes, kissing your cheek and leaving without another word.

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

(What could've been, would've been)

What could've been, would've been you

(Could've been, would've been)

Silence fills the room as you both sit there, the heat from the bath calming you down as you twist to lay your cheek on the arm he had on the edge of the bath, closing your eyes.

“What’s the plan, Y/n?” He breaks the silence, taking his left hand and rubbing the wet hair off your forehead.

“To sleep here and forget the world.”

“I meant the life plan.”

“Don’t have one.”

“Yes….you do.”

“I plan on-”

“Be serious. Tell me your plan.”

“Do I really need one?”

“With the thought you were having this morning? Yes.”

“How did you know about my thoughts?”

“You have a future you know.” He whispers. “You have an amazing future ahead of you, without me.”

“I don’t think I can make it….”

“You can. I know you can.”

“I just want to sleep…….can you just hum for me? Like you always do?” You cry, reaching up to touch his hoodie.

“I can do that.”

He put you in his hoodie the night you stayed over, snatching it from where you had thrown it on the ground in both your rushes to get to his bed, pulling your arms into the sleeves as he kissed up your arms. His lips graze your collar bone before he kisses up your neck, smiling when you close your eyes.

“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.” He whispers, hugging you close as you both waddle to the bed, shuffling in together until you were both lying down. Your head on his chest as he hummed softly, after a moment you can’t help but laugh when you realize what he is humming.

“Are you humming me the imperial march?”

“No!” He rushes which makes you laugh even more. “It is so not funny-”

“No no no, I loved it. Keep humming keep humming.” You whisper, moving to look up at him with your chin on his chest. “It was great.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re gorgeous?” He whispers back, bringing a hand up to rub a thumb across your cheek.

“You….everyday. Like 10 minutes ago when you finished inside m-”

“WOW!” He interrupts, blushing and laughing.

“You’re handsome.” You answer, leaning up to kiss him before laying back down. “Now keep humming.”

“I can do that.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

When you wake up you are alone, in his sweater and in your pajamas, the bath cold and the sun streaming in. He wasn’t actually here, you realize, he never was. You had managed to sit in a bath fully clothed, and fall asleep.

There is pounding on the door, drawing your attention quickly, making you rush to jump out to answer it.

When you open the front door Sam is standing there, taking one look at your tear streaked face and soaked clothes before she is diving in to grab you in her arms. She holds you tight as you collapse, rocking you slowly as you sob into her chest.

“I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay.”

“He did terrible things to us- and I can’t fucking get it together.”

“You’re doing great. There is no correct way to go about this.”

“I miss him.”

“That’s okay.”

“I wanted a future with him.”

“You deserved one.” And when Sam says it there was no malicious hint to it, just a soft understanding smile. “But you deserve a future after him too.”

“I cannot believe we are actually doing this.” You laugh, rushing past your friend to snatch your shoe from the bookshelf, you had no clue how it got there. “Ohmygod! Hurry hurry hurry!”

She laughs, letting you snatch her hand and rush you out the door, both of you running as fast as you can to the train stop.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.” She mumbles, excitement written on her features as you both huddle together on the seat. While she panics you take a second to check your phone, smiling when you see that Sam had sent you the pictures from her wedding you attended months ago, both of you smiling widely.

The lights flicker on the train, and for a moment your heart stops, you take a second to look around……and for as long as it has been you are ashamed to admit you wait to see Ethan on the other side of the train.

But he is not here and you were no longer there.

You were in your future, living bigger than the whole sky just as he would want.

Which meant Taylor Swift of course…….

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littlegreekhero · 18 days

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TimLonnie headcanons

This is a continuation to my last post :3

Mostly platonic stuff (since i hc lon as aroace), but open to romantic interpretation!

Lonnie is Tim's go-to yapper. Need someone to fight with? Tim just drops a pro-state take mid conversation with anyone and the next thing he knows, Lonnie is yelling with text-to-speech in his earbuds. Need to be grounded about an ethical dilemma? Ask no one but Lonnie. Tim enjoys getting him mad and heated about a subject a little too much and the way he laughs makes it seem like Red Robin is a villain in Anarky comics, and not vice versa.

Midnight confessions with Lonnie go hard. Tim's trying to solve a case about a maniacal genius and Lon casually drops "Red, this seems just like the time i tried to fuse my two brain lobes together, you might want to look into it."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN you tried to fuse your brain lobes together??!? GEE LON,,, is this why we havent been able to pull you out of comatose FOR YEARS??"

Or like "Tim, I know your relationship with a father figure to whom you don't know to which extent you relate to can be hard. I can empathise through my relationdhip with Joker." "With- HUH?"

Tim helps build Lon's mobility aids, devices, and with thorough work of a few years, he's back to not being bound to bed.

Tim also helps him do his hair, because being a badass redhead with a long curly mullet is a lot of work for physically disabled Lonnie.

Bernard thinks Lonnie is an imaginary friend of Tim's at first like when he claimed Stephanie was a made up girlfriend. Tim doesn't correct him for once.

Then one day a mechatronic shows up at the door and asks for Tim Drake. "I was informed he would be around here?" A creepy voice box announces. Bernard screams so hard you would think he's back in the pain cult.

Tim and Lonnie go for picnics in abandoned (ahem, community owned) buildings in Gotham, in costume.

Tim keeps the extra mannequin head Lonnie used to stuff in his costume as memorabilia from their childhood.

Lonnie Machin is the financial advisor of Wayne Entreprises' charities and foundations... uhh.. at least for an hour, before all the bank accounts have been hacked into and the money distributed to said charities and global organisations Lonnie founded through the Ünter/Internet. Tim is grounded for issuing a fake identity to an old villain to do the same villain activity he did years ago.

Red Robin has to pretend to not to see a lot of things Anarky does to keep up with his public image. They kind of continue a fake beef going in between them like old times to keep away suspicion.

"Tim what if he turns back into a villain, how can you trust him so blindly?" "Oh, i would not wish it in any circumstance. He has control over everything i own, after all." "Everything?" "Moneyspider, open my belt pockets please, i crave a snack."

"Lonnie, how can you trust a Bat? Don't you still think he will become detrimental to the cause with this hero bullshit one day?" "I would not wish it in any circumstance, Red pays my physical therapy bills. Plus, he has unlimited access to everything i built." "How unlimited?" "Red, what was the password to my classified files again?'

(Its still "password") (Im still so not over the fact that the options were 1- bakunin 2- proudhon and 3- password)

Lonnie, every now and then changes up Tim's password for safety reasons, and forgets to inform him. This has led to Tim getting logged out of Batfam comms and shit. He hates it but the alternative is him recieving a voicemail randomly in the middle of the night.

Like its 4:20 a.m. and Lonnie randomly drops a 65 digit password. Tim is now up and very annoyed.

#headcanon #anarky #anarky dc #lonnie machin #moneyspider #timlon #timlonnie #tim drake #red robin #lonnie hcs #red robin 2009

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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late nights - nick jones

nick jones (house of wax) x fem!reader

word count: 845

warnings: a few uses of ma’am, lying to law enforcement, mention of a stolen car, mention of violence, nsfw hinted/themes? idk, langauge

@visceravalentines

a scraping sound outside your window nearly pulled you from your sleeping state, but i wasn’t quite enough to wake you. instead, your eyes snapped open to the feeling of a hand over your mouth, and you stared up and the man crouched above you in your bed, the cold breeze of the midnight air prickling against your skin through the open window.

“shh shh shhh it’s me,” nick hushed as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. you sighed as he kissed you softly, rolling your eyes as your heart rate slowed back down to its normal speed.

“jesus, nick. you scared me,” you said, turning towards him as he laid down next to you in bed. “you know there’s this thing called the front door-“

“well where’s the fun it that?” he smiled mischievously, kissing you again, deeper this time, his teeth nibbling at your bottom lip. rolling on top of you, his hands landed on your hips, fingertips sliding underneath your top. “is this my shirt?” he asked, lips travelling up the column of your throat.

“what if i tell you it’s some other guys?”

“i’d tell you that you’re a bad liar.” he kissed your lips again, before a knock at the front door interrupted the two of you. “oh also- i’m not here.” you slapped his chest as he rolled off of you, letting you get up to answer the door. you hurried down the stairs and opened the door to be met by the beam from a flashlight in your eyes.

“ow- watch where you shine that thing,” you said looking away as the police officer on your doorstep lowered the light. you flipped the switch for the porch light, and let your eyes adjust.

“sorry ma’am. how are you tonight?” the officer who’s badge read “norris” asked.

“i was fine before someone started knocking on my door in the middle of the night. most people are asleep at this time you know?” you rubbed your eyes before wrapping your arms around yourself to try to keep warm.

“i’m sorry ma’am.we’re looking for a certain individual by the name of nick jones. have you seen or heard from him lately?” he asked, and you silently wondered what your boyfriend had done now to have the cops knocking on your door.

“no, i haven’t. is he… dangerous?” you asked, putting on a scared face; it usually worked to throw off suspicion, at least in your experience. this was not exactly the first time you had lied to the cops to protect nick, but the first time he had been hiding in your room when you’d done it.

“there’s nothing to worry about ma’am. just checking the with anyone who we think might have heard something, that’s all. we’ll protect you.” he said, his eyes trailing up your bare legs in your pyjama shorts.

“thank you officer. if i hear anything you’ll be the first to know,” you fake smiled, shutting the door with a sigh once he was down the driveway. just as you relaxed, nicks fingertips dug into your ribs and you nearly shrieked. his hand covered your mouth to stop any sound from coming out, and was quickly replaced with his own lips on yours. you kissed him back as he dragged you back up the stairs and to your bedroom.

“what do you think baby, am i dangerous?” he teased, his hips pressing against yours as he hovered over top of you in your bed.

“hmm very,” you hummed as you bit the skin under his jaw gently, soothing the area with your tongue after, causing nick to groan slightly. “what did you do this time idiot?”

“just stole a car for a few minutes, no biggie,” he laughed, and you hit him upside the head with your pillow.

“i’d you go to jail i’m not waiting around for you, jackass.”

“sure you’re not.”

“whatever. you owe me,”

“yes ma’am.”

“i swear to god if he called me ma’am one more time-“

“want me to kick his ass?” nick joked, but you knew he would’ve actually done it if you asked. instead you just rolled your eyes, poking his chest with your finger. nick kissed you once more, deeper this time, but slower, as if to show you how much he appreciated you in a way he couldn’t express with words.

“thank you. how ‘bout make it up to you?” he smirked, his thumbs hooking under the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down as he lips ground yours again. you smiled into the kiss before he slid his tongue past your lips. his large hands dragged your shorts down your legs, and he trailed kisses from your hip bones down to your knees as he went.

“nick-“ your breath hitched as the cold air hit your exposed skin, his kisses sending tingles up your spine.

“relax- i’ll be gentle,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh as he stared up at you.

“and you said i was a bad liar.”

#nick house of wax #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #nick jones #nick jones x reader #nick jones imagine #chad michael murray

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silent-stories · 2 years

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𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Summary: It's been a year since you last saw Dean, now he's standing at your door on a rainy night.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader

Warnings: swearing, a bit of angst i guess

Word count: 1077

Author’s Note: This is my second fic, I hope it doesn't suck :)

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You were sitting on the couch of the place you started calling your home about a year before and you were drinking hot tea from your favorite cup. You had bought that house very cheaply, probably because a murder had taken place there years ago and no one wanted to buy it, saying it was haunted. In fact they were right, but that mattered little to you and, after a burned corpse and a little salt, the house was cleared of any spirit that could disturb your days spent looking for interesting deaths on the internet and in the pages of newspapers.

Moving the blanket you were holding on your lap, you got up to put the empty cup in the kitchen sink, listening to the sound of rain crashing on the roof. It had been raining for several hours already and you were hoping it would stop the next day, you had found a case not too far from there and you didn't want to get drenched.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking hard on your door. You weren't expecting anyone, hell, you had rarely talked to neighbors since you moved there, and it was nearly midnight. Grabbing the gun you always kept in the top drawer next to the fridge, you went to the door and slowly opened it.

"Dean?!"

Dean Winchester was standing there, completely wet from the rain, with a cut on his lip and a bruise on one cheekbone.

"Hey, y/n, it's been a while!" He said faking a smile.

"What do you want?" You asked coldly.

"To go into your house right now if you don't mind. It's quite cold out here." he replied, shaking slightly.

You thought about it, you thought about slamming the door in his face and leaving him out there in the storm. Then slowly you opened the door, letting him in. "Thank you" he muttered as he stepped into the hall, leaving a trail of drops on the floor as you headed off to another room. You returned shortly after with some towels and you found him sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. It was weird to see him like this, curled up and still a little shaking. He looked up as you approached, handing him towels and a shirt.

"Ah, that's where it went!" Actually, you stole that shirt from Dean before you left the bunker a year ago.

And you wore it. A lot of times. At first because it smelled like him, then you had to wash it and you thought you wouldn't be interested in wearing it anymore. You were wrong. Very wrong. You wore it every time you came back from a rough hunt, when you watched a movie on the couch, when you lay on your bed thinking about Dean. You thought about not giving it to him just so you could keep it to yourself, then thinking it was really selfish to leave him like that you grabbed it with a sigh. "Goodbye favorite shirt" you whispered.

He stood up and took off his flannel shirt he was wearing, dried himself and finally put on the "new" shirt. You couldn't help but watch the muscles of his back twitch as you sat on the couch behind him with a sigh. You thought you had overcome the feelings you had for him at least a bit, you were very wrong, again.

After a few minutes of silence, while he was still sitting on the floor you asked: "So, you want to tell me what are you doing here or is it a secret?"

"I was hunting near here, that son of a bitch punctured Baby's wheels before I killed him. I didn't know where else to go, Sam told me you lived around here." He explained as he turned to you, without getting up.

"Sam should learn to keep his mouth shut." You replied.

"I'm sorry, I should have looked for a motel, I shouldn't have come here..." He started saying while getting up.

"The couch is yours, you can stay as long as you want." you interrupted him.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning and you will never see me again, I promise you." He replied looking down, before a silence filled only by the sound of rain fell between you.

"I missed you a bit, you know." You said after a while.

"You have gone away." He replied.

"You made me go away."

"No, I just told you I didn't want you to hunt with me and Sam" he continued.

"So I left and kept hunting on my own anyway." You answered crossing your arms.

"YOU ARE STILL HUNTING!?" He blurted out.

"Of course I'm still hunting, Dean. It’s my life."

"Fuck, then everything I did to protect you was useless!" He exclaimed.

"Were you trying to protect me? Fuck you Dean, I didn't need to be protected, I needed to stay with you and Sam, you were my family."

"We still are." he whispered.

"I'm not sure about this."

"Look, I'm sorry. I thought if I told you you had to stop hunting you would at least stay in the bunker doing research and stuff. But the next day I woke up and you weren't there and Sam told me you left us. You left me. Do you know how I felt? Like shit. But I thought that you had stopped hunting and that in this time without us you had made a life, had found someone and ... "

"No, Dean, I haven't found anyone. Do you think anyone would want to fucking date the weird girl who buys kilos of salt every week and comes home in the middle of the night covered in blood?" You interrupt him.

"I'd like to date her." He replied with a smirk.

"Then you shouldn't have told me to stop hunting."

"I'm sorry. Please come back. Come back to the bunker. I miss our movie nights, I miss your laugh, your hugs and I even miss eating what you cooked for me and Sam, damn it, I miss you."

"So you liked what I cooked, I knew it!" You answered smiling. He missed you too.

"Is that what you understood from everything I've said ?!" A smile was also appearing on his face, maybe you could forgive him, eventually.

"Okay, okay. I'll think about it." You said without stopping smiling. "Now get up off that damn floor and kiss me."

#dean x reader #dean winchester fic #supernatural fic #dean winchester fanfic #spn fanfic #dean x y/n #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester fics #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader

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invisibleraven · 1 month

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For the Fluff + Angst prompts:

8. "Wake up dammit!" (for Willex pls, if that's okay)

Alex blinked open his bleary eyes and smiled to himself as he noticed Willie slumbering beside him. Not that he thought he would up and leave Alex in the middle of the night, but it was still a relief.

They had snuck out the night before, after another fight with his parents about all the young ladies he should be spending time with instead of playing with the band or watching Willie skate. How maybe the Christian camp that healed people like him might be a good idea for his summer.

Never mind that he was legally an adult and they couldn't force him. Nor that Sunset Curve had a tour booked throughout California come July, ending with their Orpheum showcase.

Either way, he had texted WIllie, slipped out his window and the two of them took off. Finding a club that took their shitty fakes to dance the night away. They didn't even drink, but it was worth it to sneak in so they could dance together without getting the stink eye for being two men.

After that Willie took them to a little outcropping looking over downtown-his secret spot that he went to when his foster dad was getting on his case about giving up the skating to work at his club. Or applying his art skills to more than graffiti and designing boards.

They might have fooled around a little-a thrill even though they were alone for miles, they were still outside. But Alex had loved it, letting himself give himself over to a bit of wild and crazy.

Afterwards they had mapped the stars, and apparently, fell asleep.

Which would be fine if Alex's parents didn't do bed checks at five in the goddamn morning-an hour soon approaching if the lightening of the sky was anything to go by. Also confirmed by his watch as the hands turned closer and closer to the hour. Meaning Alex had to get home and get home now!

He shook WIllie frantically. "Wake up dammit!"

Willie shot up, eyes flitting from side to side, finally settling on Alex and gave him an easy going smile that melted away to concern when he could see the anxiety painting Alex's features. He then took in the oncoming sunrise and swore. "Fuck, we fell asleep."

"Yup, and if I am not in my bed by the time five hits my parents may murder me!" Alex exclaimed, looking about to make sure they had everything. Secure they did, they raced down the hill, jumping on their bikes and pedalling like crazy.

The wind whipped through their hair as they biked through the relatively empty streets, heading towards the Mercer house as the time clicked closer and closer to five.

Alex could barely breathe as his legs pumped overtime. But he wasn't sure how much of that was his anxiety ramping up and how much of it was how hard he was working to make his bike go as fast as humanly possible. He glanced at his watch, hissing as it ticked over to 4:58 as his house came into sight.

He tossed his bike into the shed, climbing his trellis, and looked down to where Willie was watching. "See you later?"

Willie nodded, then waved him onwards, tapping his watch. Alex blew him a kiss-fuck the time.

He rolled into his window, and under his covers just as the door opened. He hoped he wasn't breathing too hard to make his mother suspicious. Though he heard her little harrumph as she stalked over, shutting and locking his window. She never approved of him sleeping with it open, even though he ran hot and she refused to let the AC run.

With that she stalked out again, not bothering to close the door behind her-she never did. She expected Alex up at six, regardless of the day so they could attend the early church service before he got on with his day. He took micro naps during the sermons-having perfected not looking like he was sleeping long ago.

It wasn't until he heard her go down to the kitchen that Alex let himself relax. They had cut it too close this time. Which meant no more midnight sneak outs any time soon. He reached over and popped his Ativan, letting himself bask in the memories of this time, since they would have to last him.

It was just until graduation anyways-they he and Reggie were going to leave their awful families behind and join Luke in living in Bobby's garage. Then they were off on tour, and after that he and Willie would have enough to get some place of their own.

A place they could be themselves, no sneaking out or secrecy involved. A place where they could be finally free.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

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addisonstars · 7 months

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sirius mf black

written for day 9 of october for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "apparate"

400 words! (wow thats so nice)

“Pads, come on! We’re gonna be late for Bartys party!” Remus shouts down the hall. He’s been waiting on Sirius for the past 30 minutes, and the party starts in 5 minutes. He gets that Sirius has a certain image that he likes to uphold, but this is a bit excessive. He’s been in their bathroom for the last 3 hours doing merlin knows what.

“Give me one more minute,” Sirius replies, shouting through the door.

Remus rolls his eyes. “You said that 10 minutes ago, let's go. Or I’ll apparate without you.”

He hears the door open and out comes a very flustered, hot, sexy Sirius. “You would never.” He smirks.

Usually Remus would reply with a smart-ass reply, but he has no words. Not with Sirius standing there in their living room looking like that. He’s in tight black leather pants that hug every curve of his arse and hips. His "shirt" is one of those mesh fishnet ones that usually have something under them, but Sirius sports it plainly, his pink nipples peeking out against the fabric.

His hair is styled effortlessly, looking like he just got out of bed, or in other words, really fuckable. His smoky eye is flawless, his eyeliner winged perfection. He has gold highlighter scattered across his cheekbones, accentuating the sharp angles of the bones.

Remus tries and fails to pick his jaw up off the ground. But how could anyone do that? Not possible for Remus, not with his beautiful alluring fiancé just begging for someone to disrobe him and smudge his perfectly done makeup.

Not caring about the party any more, Remus looks Sirius dead in his midnight black eyes and says, “bedroom now.”

Sirius tilts his head in fake confusion. “But the party…” Remus knows that Sirius never really cared about the party anyways, and with Sirius looking like that, Remus doesn't care anymore either.

“Bedroom, or we can do it here, your choice,” Remus offers. They’ve fucked on most surfaces of their house, including the living room multiple times.

Sirius turns around, and walks back to the bedroom in a way that shows Remus off every curve and bend of his ass. Remus has to show self control to stop drooling. He quickly follows after Sirius, stumbling on his steps for a minute before chasing after Sirius.

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They never did make it to the party that night.

read a wattpad fic earlier and remembered why i deleted that shit in the first place as im going to find some bleach for my eyes. wattpad walked so ao3 could run. amen.

-a.s.

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar being wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #remus is DOWN BAD for sirius #wolfstar is so hot #SIRIUS IS SO HOT #id let him do anything to me #what? what was that?#anyways #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic #apparate #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag

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folklorebae · 1 year

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧

meet me at midnight m.list

cast(s)/genre: influencer!reader & timeskip!kozume kenma/fluff

wc: 0.6k

a/n: haven’t written in a while and pls forgive me if this doesn’t scream “midnight”. i tried my best</3

Like any other night, the starless night sky is illuminated by the dazzling airport lights. The airport is as calm as it has ever been at this early hour. People flow effortlessly, peaceful rivers of humanity just roused from sleep, and all you do is wait impatiently for your plane to board at your gate.

In forty minutes, you just need to wait for forty more minutes before you are no longer able to access the internet, and for some reason, going on a live is an idea that crossed your mind to save you from your boredom and somnolence.

You curl your lips into a smile and stop talking when your eyes catch your boyfriend’s fake Instagram account just joined your live.

ynfan13 OMG HIIII

ynscandle you look tired:(

ynfan14 OMG ARE YOU GOING TO WATCH WORLD CUP??

notkenmasfan just try to get noticed over here

“I know, I mean, it’s midnight here in Tokyo. Yes! I’m at the airport right now.” You rest your chin on your palm, reading another comment. “I notice you, babe. No need to worry.”

notkenmasfan you deserve a long sleep after this

ynfan15 where is your sugar daddy?

ynmydarling why are you alone?

You’re immediately convulsed with laughter, drawing some attention from those around you. You cover your mouth with your palm in a swift motion and try to pull yourself together before looking at your phone again.

“Guys, I don't have a sugar daddy. My boyfriend is just rich.”

ynfan16 JAPAN WON THE LAST MATCH🇯🇵

notkenmasfan you need to stop your sugar daddy jokes

hinatashoyo Y/NNN

itsynupdates you’re so pretty:((

“I know! I’m so proud of Japan's national team.” You respond before moving on to greet your best friend. “Shoyo! How are you?”

iheartyn you’re so gorgeous. pls step on me

hinatashoyo i’m good!

hinatashoyo can’t wait to see you!!

notkenmasfan shoyo wtf are you doing here?

hinatashoyo why are you so rude to me?

You chuckle at Kenma’s comment, since the orange-haired man has no idea about Kenma’s fake account.

hinatashoyo can i join your live??

hinatashoyo let me show you your bf. he’s sleeping rn

ynxln safe flight angel✈️❤️

You raise your brow. “Is he?”

hinatashoyo he is. he said he’s depressed because you're not here

ynfan17 YOU HAVE A BF?!? WHY I DIDN’T KNOW THIS

notkenmasfan HE’S A LIAR. I NEVER SAID THAT

You chuckle and shake your head as you try to accept Hinata’s request. But a FaceTime notification from Kenma suddenly appears on your screen.

“Action expresses priorities.” They say, and God knows who your priority is.

“Why does he think you’re sleeping?” You ask your boyfriend once you can see his face.

Kenma chuckles as he pulls his duvet over his shoulder, getting himself more comfortable and warm on the bed. “I told him I’m going to sleep so he will talk to Kuroo, but instead, he joined your live.”

You nod at him while fighting the urge to not grin. “I see…”

Kenma could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and quickly hides half of his face with the duvet before you could see any sign of him blushing. “What? I’m not jealous, if that’s what you think.”

“I didn’t say anything.” You argue and change the topic before he could say anything. “So why are you calling?”

He shrugs and starts to murmur about something but you could barely hear it since his mouth is buried under the cover.

“Ken, I can’t hear you. Get that blanket off your face.”

Kenma sighs and does what you said. “I said, I found a good place for us to have lunch together but nevermind cause I know you must be ti–”

“Shut up, Ken. Of course I’ll go with you.”

“Okay… I’ll pick you up at six am right? Qatar time?” He asks and you answer it with a nod.

Then, a split second later, a welcoming cheery sound from the air hostess reverberates through the airport, announcing your airline and flight number.

“Have a safe flight. I love you.”

#meet me at midnight—event!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x gn!reader #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #kenma x reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x gn!reader #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma drabble #kenma fluff

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