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theneworangeraven · 6 months

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Before muses are introduced, I would like to add some rules.

You can:

Gore

Blood

Kill my muses

M!As

Have any power

Have a ability

Be silly

Be goofy

It's okay I guess:

Ships

Control of my muse only for a little

Kinda Romantic

Your muse can talk like "hi~"

You CAN'T:

Have control of one of my muses the whole roleplay

Nsfw

And that's all!

Names: Seed and Plant

"Plant, Why are you nice?" "Just friend stuff."

Seed's Bio:

She likes rainbows and loves to joke around, She is stupid and is still improving her IQ. She mostly trusts Plant because he usually helps her, She likes being friends with Plant even if she had to go through torture to be his friend, that's how stupid she is.

Plant's Bio:

He tries to help her a lot, He is smart but can still fall for stuff. He likes to be friends with people who are dumb just because it makes him feel smart, He likes to be needed and he likes to help others.

Seed's Age: 10

Plant's Age: 11

Seed's Birthday: August 15

Plant's Birthday: August 25

"Jeru and Daisy, Don't fight." "I don't start the fights with Daisy!" "Whatever."

Name: Cleo

Left Flower's Name: Daisy

Right Flower's Name: Jeru

Cleo's Bio:

He likes to take care of Jeru and Daisy, He sometimes forget they are alive just because they are flowers. He tries to get enough water just for the both of them to have, He isn't really that smart and he does have memory loss.

Daisy's Bio:

She loves living with Cleo and Jeru, She loves getting an OUTRAGEOUS amount of water just for her and only her. She doesn't like sharing anything, She kinda gets into fights with Jeru.

Jeru's Bio:

He is kinda sad sometimes because Daisy doesn't share, He shares stuff a lot. He likes to have a sibling and a owner, He Remembers everything in his small brain and somehow can walk.

Cleo's Age: 21

Daisy's Age: 8

Jeru's Age: 9

Jeru's Birthday: November 12

Daisy's Birthday: November 13

Cleo's Birthday: October 1

"My lack of friends... It turns me crazy."

Name: Noobie

Noobie's Bio:

His head is in half and when his head splits it reveals another head, He lives from a weirdcore/dreamcore universe but can go to other places with portals. He doesn't like to kill but he becomes crazy after a while, His sanity can be kept up when he is on his planet and he stays on his planet most of the time.

Age in his world: 19

Age in human years: 20

Birthday: September 6

"Has anyone seen any criminals?"

Name: Barry

Barry's Bio:

He had 35 years of being a cop and is trying to arrest Noobie, He tries to be a good officer and is polite. He is trying to be as nice as possible and asks where criminals are or if anyone knows any, He is trying to find Noobie and is still trying to find a way to teleport.

Age: 81

Birthday: April 1

"Don't break me!"

Name: Hour Glass

Hour Glass's Bio:

He is used at times, He likes to tracks time. He lives in a object world where objects roam and he is not used to seeing anything other living thing besides bugs, He was accidentally teleported here by another random object.

Age in object years: 1

Age in human years: 3

Birthday: November 5

"DID YOU KIDNAP HIM? DID YOU???"

Name: Star

Star's Bio:

She is scared of others, She sometimes hides from people. She is looking for her brother, She once was in her world playing with her brother and he was taken away and she decided to come to look for him everywhere.

Age in object years: 3

Age in human years: 5

Birthday: April 20

"mmmm... random doll" "HEY THATS MY DOLL!"

Left half name: Half

Right half name: Halfette

Half's Bio:

He has a big mouth and loves to hang out with Halfette, He usually eats weird stuff like glass or a plush. He loves eating soft and hard stuff. He had gone insane and he contacted a therapist, It seemed to be a trap on to teleporting here.

Halfette's Bio:

She is scared of Half when he comes close to her, She likes to eat burritos and hot pockets. She doesn't eat inedible things, She was trapped by a person and she was either gonna die or be in a different world.

Both's Birthday: December 1

Both's Age in object years: 6

Both's Age in human years: 8

"2 + 2 is 22 right?"

Name: Goofed

Goofed's Bio:

He is a little goofy, He looks for friends -his shirt proves it-. He hit his head when he was a baby, He was stupid as an baby.

Age: 16

Birthday: December 4

"You better believe in space."

Name: Astronoob

Astronoob's Bio:

He likes to go to space, He believes that aliens exist. He wants to go on the Moon, Mars and Neptune, He hates anyone who says that aliens doesn't exist and think going to a different planet like the moon is stupid and it is a scam.

Birthday: February 20

Age: 13

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Here's Eclipse Lake, an episode that has been highly anticipated! Will it top Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door?

I'll skip the pretense: No. It won't.

You'll see under the cut.

Hmm, that list of ingredients for the Grimwalker...I'll let other people theorize about this (like @sepublic ), but it sure looks like a thing

Guess the mysterious green goo won't cut it, huh?

Belos face reveal already?! Huh, didn't expect it so soon.

Oh, no, he's hot! (And I'm mad about it)

Still an ass, though

Now we know why Hunter was wearing a different outfit (because people fixated on that for some reason)

Amity with the clipboard gives me strong Dipper vibes

GHOST! My beloved!

I need a moment because CAT!

(Also, someone pointed out earlier that Ghost was based on Dana's cat, and that's super obvious in hindsight)

Raine?! Oh, wait, you mean rain. Sigh.

Eda gets training tips from DBZ confirmed

(Also Amity's face when reacting to Eda's explanation is priceless)

Oh God Eda's a weeb I need another moment

Damn, Amity just straight up calling Eda old

Oh, loopy Luz

(The abomination holding the tissue box is adorable for many reasons)

Yeah, don't want Luz to eat the McGuffin

I have several questions about those Tamagotchis that I'll refrain from listing here

Amity your Odalia is showing

Girlfriend counter: 1

(Yes I am introducing a counting gag, deal with it)

Was wondering if they were ever gonna reference the dissection incident. We've come a long way, baby!

Oh, so that's what everyone was looking at

Luz honey your enthusiasm is admirable but no

Luz burrito is quite cute, though

Girlfriend counter: 2

(Damn, still wild to think that that's the case)

Just occurred to me that "Boots" is probably shortened from "Bossyboots" from earlier

Guess the Luz hiss compilation needs to be updated again

Those tunnels ain't the only thing around here that's unstable, amirite?

Oops, guess Kiki was justified, after all

Maybe don't talk so loudly about your plans, dude

That is her son, get it right!

Serves you right for having that stupid strand of hair sticking out like that

Is this just the episode where everyone dunks on White Boy? Because I can totally get behind that.

Already mentioned this, but I am loving the parallels between Katara and Amity with that bottle of abomination goo. Insert obligatory "Two Nickels" meme here about Mae Whitman.

We really are just dunking on the white boy and I am living for it

Hooty had to get it from somewhere, I suppose

Nothing says mother-son bonding like shooting things at each other (see also: Separate Tides)

I'm sure the magic bouncing off the veins won't come into play later at all

Oh well, at least the echolocation looked cool

At this point Amity would kill Hunter for a Klondike bar

Wait why does Hooty need a chair

Willow with the galaxy brain ideas

"A bad but sad boy" Luz is a genius at succinctly summing people up

Kikimora continues to be unhinged. Ironically she's not wrong about Hunter.

Motherfucker stop acting like you know what that says

(Also, projecting much?)

Girlfriend counter: 3

Friendly reminder that Hunter is still an antagonist

Uh oh

UH OH

I know someone mentioned Willow having the brain cell, but honestly it seemed like Luz had it this whole time. And that's not good.

WHY IS FOOL'S BLOOD EVEN A THING

Aaaaand cue the getting screwed over

Further reminder that he's still an antagonist (Apparently there's a vocal segment who's Really Mad at him that seem to forget this fact)

You unhand Ghost right now!! And Amity too, I guess.

(I kid, she's literally my second favorite character)

For what she did to Raine it warms my heart to know Kiki has had zero peace of mind

Wait, the Abomatons are Transformers?! Okay, that's kind of awesome, actually. Alador might be a shit dad but he is a brilliant inventor.

Chucking kids off cliffs is a surpisingly common pastime in the Boiling Isles

Owlbert no!

Eda did spend literal decades fighting the Owl Beast within, so I guess she can't be blamed for not thinking to talk to it

Also hurry up guys I'm very concerned about Owlbert

Fuck yeah Harpy Milf!

Yay Ghost returns!

She's glad they're okay (I didn't need to take this, I just thought it was cute. Also this is surprisingly high quality considering I just took a photo of my TV screen)

Oh, so they do have video games in the Demon Realm. That or Luz introduced them.

Trailer shot!

Oh dear, we about to have a fight over the key

Wow, being so high ranking under Belos is really bad for mental health

Jesus Christ Belos what have you been putting in this poor kid's head?

Leave it to King to give radical recontextualizations

Amity, I'm glad you remembered/realized this about Luz, please don't let the sad white boy play you like that again

Also, I appreciate the gesture you're making, and it's a wonderful summary of your character development, but goddamnit he's gonna go for that key because he's STILL AN ANTAGONIST

"Being nice usually works for Luz!" A) Not always, and B) Amity I love you but Luz you are not. A valiant attempt nonetheless.

Ooh, cool fight scene!

Always lovely to see such superb animation

I was privately griping about not seeing Amity use magic for so long, and now I am fed

Don't think I didn't hear the glass breaking

Appreciate your ass from a hole in the ground, Golden Boy!

(jk I don't actually feel that strongly about him still. That kind of threat still isn't cool, though)

Oh so that's why it's the Common Mold!

It's kinda cute, actually. Or maybe it's just because it's Luz.

TIL Hooty is heat resistant

Apparently Owl Beast just wanted a snack

Girlfriend counter: 4

Also love how calling Amity her awesome girlfriend is literally the first thing Luz says to her upon returning.

Yesssss return the hug! You deserve it!

(I know there are higher quality versions of this screenshot, I just didn't feel like looking around)

King demands huggies, too! (And gets 'em)

Reminder that Amity is smart as hell. I knew that glass breaking indicated something!

So once again I've been had. I let the fandom trick me into thinking this episode would be way more intense. Guess that one screenshot was from the next episode.

Overall this was...fine. Some nice Lumity moments, Harpy Eda strutting her stuff, that gorgeously animated fight sequence; those were all lovely.

I do wish Willow and Gus had a bit more to do. And I'm still rather unenthusiastic about Hunter, to be honest. I've seen his type several times before, and the path they have for him is rather obvious. I may never share the fandom's love for him, and I guess I'll have to deal with that.

Anybody who says this was better than KKKOHD is a damn fool.

Mid season finale next week! I think Yesterday's Lie will finally bring the pain!

#the owl house #amity blight #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #toh hooty #willow park #gus porter #emperor belos #toh hunter #toh ghost #kikimora #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

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ssamie · 3 years

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six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again.

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again.

all of a sudden, his phone rang.

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him.

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there.

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.."

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line.

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?"

"wait what-"

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it.

"y-yes?" kenma gulped

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice.

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said

"okay. i-i'll be there.."

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned.

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing.

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum.

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum.

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet.

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?"

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-"

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands.

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up.

"yep! we sure are!"

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention.

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship'

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!"

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck.

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away.

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried

"i would die for you and with you!"

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection

"no <3"

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said

she nodded in agreement.

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be.

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight.

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food"

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game.

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features.

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager'

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner. "what should we eat?" he asks

"fish-" ; "meat-"

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment.

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!"

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!"

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -"

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing.

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?"

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about.

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-"

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!"

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement.

"what? no, not at all."

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sunaswife · 4 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

A/N: Please send an ask to be in my taglist! If you comment I will not read it or I might unintentionally ignore it because I get spammed a lot on my blog and I forget! :) and when you do send an ask I don’t ignore it! I always check my inbox to see if I have any taglist requests and I add them on the day I update! Thank you! The same goes for dms! <3

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up next Masterlist

Chapter four

Five years ago

“Kita-san, do you think Suna is okay? He hasn’t been to practice in over a week.” Agaki asked during a water break. “Well I mean he is banned from club activities, it’s just Atsumu is practicing outside with Osamu. Maybe Suna preferred just staying at home?” Aran spoke up. “Maybe I should check on him. It probably has nothing to do with volleyball, maybe he’s upset about Y/N.” Kita said.

“I tried talking to Suna about that...and he said that he cut it off, the twins and even the cheerleader who was involved decided to call it quits. Should we still be punishing them for something they stopped?” Agaki asked, “He did?” Kita-Senpai was stunned. “Yeah, he truly loves Y/N, and even though it started off as a bet he’s now madly in love with her. I’m pretty sure he looks terrible. I don’t even think he went to school today.” Agaki said and Kita sighed.

Suna was horrible, honestly he was unrecognizable. When Kita came knocking on his door, it was opened by a skinny Suna, his eyes were swollen, his hair was a mess. You can tell he was crying, his phone was in his hand.

“Suna, are you okay?” Kita gasped at his appearance. Before he knew it Suna started crying, again. “She won’t answer my phone, she blocked me. I tried explaining to her what happened but she doesn’t want to listen to me. She deleted all her social media accounts and she’s practically a ghost. All I know is that she’s in Miyagi and I’m worried if she made it safe, who is she staying with? Is she eating? Is her Senpai making a move on her? I don’t know what to do, should I go to Miyagi and beg for her forgiveness?” His voice shook and he finally looked up to meet Kita’s eyes.

“If you truly love her, then let her go. I don’t mean to sound rude but she’s gone. She wants nothing to do with you hence you’re blocked on everything. You look like you’re taking this too hard, you lost a lot of weight in just a week. I’m worried and I think you should come back to practice.” Kita told him and Suna wiped his boogers on his long sleeve. “But surely she still loves me right? She can’t get over me that easily right? I gave her everything, she gave me everything and just because of a stupid mistake, I ruined everything.” He started to cry again and Kita hugged his underclassman.

“I don’t know Suna. Please just come to practice. You need the distraction. You had a long enough punishment.” He said as Suna cried on his shoulder. “But I thought I was banned?” He sniffled. “Agaki said you quit the bet because you realized what you were doing was wrong. Sadly she just happened to find out before you told her. I’m still upset that you did it in the first place but you learned from it.” He said and pulled away. Suna nodded and wiped his eyes. “I want you there at practice tomorrow six am sharp. Got it?” He asked and Suna nodded.

“Yes captain.”

“You’re not gonna eat?” Osamu asked as Atsumu passed by the kitchen. “N-no, I’m fine. Probably later. There’s some things I need to go over for tomorrow.” Atsumu said as he lifted the notebook. Your manager notebook. “Ahh yeah, captain stuff huh.” Osamu said and turned to the kitchen. Atsumu sighed and made his way to his room. There he sat on his desk and went through the notebook you wrote so much in. Every little thing about him, Osamu, Suna, and everyone else.

Now as captain he needs to burden all this responsibility of not only doing captain duties but manager duties as well since you’re gone.

How long has it been?

A little over nine months?

He sighed and rubbed his face. Suna was still madly in love with you and Atsumu doesn’t know what to feel. Yeah he fell in love but he already knew you were all googly eyed for Suna. He wasn’t expecting you to leave the middle blocker anytime soon. But when you did he knew he didn’t even have a chance. You already know what he and Suna did. If you didn’t want to be with Suna there was no way in hell you’d ever want to be with Atsumu. At the end of the day, he started the bet. He’s sure you hate him even more than your now ex.

Atsumu glanced at his phone, there was no way to contact you. You had blocked the three boys on everything. Even though Atsumu made a fake account and he tried going to your social media, it wasn’t there. You deleted it. He tried searching up your first name, last name, anything. He just wanted to see you one last time. He wanted to know if you were happy now without dealing with him and Suna, but he couldn’t find you anywhere. He even looked up Tobio-kun and he also got nothing. While he scrolled through your cousins account he clicked on the tagged section and soon enough found a selfie of Tobio, you and Hinata.

His eyes widened and he immediately clicked on the shrimps account. Sure enough he saw you not once not twice but three times. One was a selfie of you two and a grumpy Tobio in a gym, and the other two times were videos of you instructing Hinata how to do a jump serve. He realized you were tagged in one of those posts so he clicked on the @ and it was nowhere near your name but it was definitely your account. You didn’t really post a lot of things but he noticed Kita Senpai and the other third years as well as Hitoshi followed you. He scrolled through your account and eventually found a photo of you sitting on a hospital bed. He swiped to see the photo after and it was a baby with a blue beanie. His head tilted in confusion and he scrolled to the next photo and it was another little potato looking babie but with a pink beanie this time. The last was both of those babies laying down wrapped in blankets like burritos and he finally decided to read the caption.

Meet Rini and Akira 🖤🤍

At that moment he knew your parents didn’t kick you out because of a stupid fight.

It was because someone knocked you up.

And he knows who.

But who knew Atsumu was so good at keeping secrets and playing dumb?

A/N: Yes yes and yes. Atsumu did know she was 🤰🏽 this whole time k bye.

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kaimelia · 3 years

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tourist (ch 1)

the song that's some sort of inspiration for this story:

tourist: a love song from paris

and there's a kinda long note at the bottom if you wanna read that 😅

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"So, where are we going?" Link opened the hospital door, holding it for Amelia to come through. He'd finally convinced her to go out with him on an official date, with the mutual understanding of a relationship between them. So, after an hour of rushed planning, he was leading her out of the hospital with the promise of something formal.

"Where do you think we're going?" A playful grin spread across his lips as her eyebrows furrowed in momentary concentration, her eyes glancing upwards in thought.

"Angelini's?" Link nodded. "We'll finally have an actual date," she laughed and took his hand, allowing Link to lead her towards his car in the lot.

"Are you forgetting about our sushi burrito trip?" He unlocked the car, opening her door for her and climbing into the driver's side afterward. Link turned the keys and pulled out of the lot. His mind drifted back to what he considered their first date, eating a 'culinary abomination' in what felt like the middle of nowhere.

It was calm, and he liked it. He felt like he had finally gotten to see the real Amelia on that date, eating messily and laughing with food in her mouth.

"That doesn't count. We ate and then had sex in your car. That's not a date." He laughed as her voice brought him out of his thoughts.

"Fair enough." Amelia reached over to switch on the radio, humming along to a song he faintly recognized. Silence settled between them, but he didn't feel awkward. It was the same calm from their previous 'date.' He parked the car in the lot and stepped out, holding his hand out to her. "You know, I'm not used to this."

"Used to what?" He grinned at the dimple on her face as she smiled, taking his hand as she stepped out from his car.

"Dating. Like, real dating. Especially with you."

"Well, on the first date, you get to know each other. And I actually don't know that much about you." They stepped into the lobby, Link giving the hostess his name. She led them to a table and handed them menus. "So, what's something I don't know about you?"

"I was a theatre kid in high school," he set his menu down, resting his head on his hands.

"You, Atticus Lincoln, were a theatre kid? I thought you'd have been a jock or something."

"Football in the fall, theatre in the winter, and baseball in the spring. But, I did community theatre in the summer and whenever I had time. I almost applied to college as a musical theatre major, but I didn't have the time to focus on auditions."

"You're gonna have to show me some videos of you some time. I'm having a hard time imagining it." He grinned as the waiter walked over, and they gave their orders to her.

"What about you? What were you like in high school?" Amelia rested her head on her other hand, Link's eyes not leaving hers.

"I struggled with my addiction a lot. I was in some random clubs, but nothing big. I honestly didn't know who I was," Amelia sighed, looking down from his gaze. "I let my family define me for most of my childhood. So, I didn't become anyone until I got my medical license and became my own person." He watched her shake her head slightly before looking back up at him. "What? You're being weird."

"Sorry. It's just, you're pretty amazing." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No, it's just that you've come so far, and you've been through so much, and I somehow got lucky enough to have you let me in." Her eyes sparkled as he spoke. "Sorry, I'll stop."

"No, it's sweet," she whispered, dropping her hands into her lap. "Did you ever think we would end up here? I mean, remember when Maggie made you ask me out?" He closed his eyes and shook his head, letting out a sigh. "That wasn't your fault; Maggie's very persuasive."

"It was mortifying. I went out for a drink with Richard and Deluca after, and when I told them, they laughed at me."

"I guess I should credit Maggie, though. She clearly was onto something," she raised her eyebrows. The waiter brought over their food, and Link watched in amusement as Amelia immediately dug into her salad. "Okay, new game. Name 3 things that you have never done but really wanna do," she muttered, her mouth half full as she chewed. Link cocked his head to the side in thought for a moment.

"Surf a 20-foot wave. Ride a camel through the Sahara and," he paused. "Cure Parkinson's." Link let out a breath, glancing away from her briefly before resuming his previous grin. "Okay, your turn." She set down her fork.

"Go to a psychic medium and talk to my dead father, get licensed in scuba diving, and," she grinned at him widely, "have sex with more than one person." He raised his eyebrows at her.

"You've never done that?" Her mouth dropped in confusion, causing Link's amusement to heighten. He'd always seen her as a very adventurous person, and this?

"You have?"

"Yeah, I lived in Venice Beach for a year," his voice dropped to a whisper, suddenly conscious of the tables of people around them.

"So did I."

"And you never had a threeway? They're offered up like mints in Venice Beach!"

"I had a medical practice there."

"Oh, I worked in a bike shop." He took a sip of his drink, meeting her eyes once again. "Okay, are we talking about a stranger, or did you have someone in mind?" She smirked.

"Carina. Deluca." He laughed. "What! I had a thing for her last year, and you have to admit it, she's really hot."

"Okay, if you ask her and she says yes." Amelia's face lit up like a kid in a candy store, her eyes wide and filled with joy.

"Really?" Link nodded at her, amused by the excitement on her face. "Oh, I could kiss you right now!" He took another bite of his food while grinning.

"That sounds like a good plan for later," he raised his eyebrows at her, receiving a grin that mirrored his.

"Okay, so you mentioned wanting to cure Parkinson's, is there a story behind that?" Link sighed, a hand brushing through his hair.

"My uncle. He was my role model growing up, and he died because of complications with the disease about 10 years ago." She had never seen him like this, so vulnerable. He was always the one with a positive mantra stuck in his back pocket, never letting her sit in her sadness. Amelia reached for his hand from across the table.

"Oh, Link. I'm sorry, I didn't know." He shook his head, shaking off the expression on his face.

"It's okay. But, it's one of the things that pushed me to become a doctor, so I wouldn't be here without him." Link chuckled, a hand covering his mouth. "See, I'm not all bright and shiny."

"That's good. I don't think we'd last much longer if you kept spewing constant rainbows out of your mouth. Maggie is enough of that." Link called over the waiter, asking for the check. "What's the plan now?"

"Well," he pulled out his credit card, placing it in the checkbook, "I could either drive you home or we could head back to my place." She raised her eyebrows at him, pulling her coat off the back of the chair.

"You think you're getting laid on the first date?" He tilted his head to the side.

"I do remember a comment about wanting to kiss me. And, this technically isn't our first date." They stood up, Amelia's hand falling into Link's as they left the restaurant.

"To your place, it is."

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quick note: hi! so...if you've been around for a while, you may remember a story I have on ao3 called "dating" which was originally intended to be some one-shots of amelink exploring their relationship without the pregnancy storyline...but I kinda abandoned it. and now i'm taking 3 of the 4 one-shots and re-writing them (and combining them) to make a multi-part fic! i'm not sure how many parts this will have.....but I hope you enjoyed it!

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ricksbowen · 4 years

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one more time | pt. 4

IN WHICH: a nighttime visit turns into a whole other session.

INSPIRATION: she — harry styles, the less i know the better — tame impala

WARNING: this series will have smut in it and is pretty sexual all around ( read with caution ). there are implications of sex right off the bat, and everyone is 18+ and in their senior year. there’s also family problems mentioned.

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6

The sound of his doorbell going off terrified Ricky in more ways than he wanted to admit.

He had spent five minutes getting ready to answer the door. The metal bat in his hand and the comical hockey helmet he put on were only precautions; who would ring at 12:16 AM? It only had to be a serial killer, and Ricky Bowen wasn’t going to be one of the stupid teens in every horror movie ever.

He was smart. He’d beat them up.

“Okay, Ricky. Just open the door.” Ricky jumped on the balls of his feet, his eyes trailing up to the peephole on his door. He nodded to himself, turning his head to crack it as he continued to hype himself up. “Peephole. Right— peepholes are great,” Ricky muttered, peering through the small hole.

You were standing outside. The rain that was pouring outside didn’t seem to phase you as you stared at the red rain boots you wore.

Ricky’s shoulders slumped ( he totally wasn’t excited for a serial killer to be at his door ) at the sight of you, relief coursing through his veins as he opened the door. Leaning cooly against his doorframe, Ricky managed a smirk past the hockey helmet over his head. “You look glum.”

“And you look stupid— who did you think was at the door?” You retorted, an eyebrow raising in question.

“Freddie Krueger. Jason Voorhees,” Ricky counted the names on his fingers, and even your sadness couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your face. “Hannibal Lector, the live-action Cat in the Hat—“

“You were scared of that movie?” you asked, cocking a brow in amusement. “I should’ve known you were a pussy,” you remarked, laughing softly at the ‘hey!’ he let out. You ducked under his arm, entering his house and shaking the rain from your hair like a wet dog.

“Umbrellas are a great invention.”

“Shut up, Bowen.” You shrugged off your coat, hanging it up alongside the other coats. You knew he was looking at you; rarely did you ever come to his house without a warning. “Stop staring.”

“I’m not,” Ricky retorted, averting his eyes to anything that wasn’t you. He pulled the hockey helmet off his face, shaking the mess of hair he had on his head. He watched you from his peripheral vision, your actions less lively than usual as you made your way to his kitchen. “I’m guessing you didn’t sneak out just for the hell of it.”

“Usually I do,” you answered, eyes darting up and down his pantry for anything edible. You knew you left some chips from the last time you were here. “My parents were arguing again. They were too loud, so,” you reached up for the familiar bag of chips. “I came here.” You didn’t want to get into the details of your parents’ problems. Ricky already knew most of them, from the growing rumors of an affair to your mom’s want to leave both you and your dad. “The only time they can get along is when they’re yelling at me,” you added quietly, almost inaudible.

“Stay as long as you want,” Ricky hummed, coming up behind you and reaching for a box of cereal. You always ranted to him because you knew he understood what you were going through. After everything that happened between his parents in his junior year, how could he not? “I can put on a movie or something.”

“Horror?”

“Sure. We can pick it apart like we always do,” Ricky said with a crooked grin, one that made you smile back. “We are still allowed to do stuff like that, right?”

“Like what?” you asked, making your way to his couch and flopping down on it.

“Normal friend stuff. I mean, we’ve had sex,” Ricky paused, staring up at his ceiling in thought. “Multiple times, In a lot of places,” he turned to the couch where you sat, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Your point?”

“Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“It hasn’t been weird,” you stated, sending him a puzzled look. “Has it been weird for you?”

“No!”

“Then what’s makin’ you change your mind?” you pressed further, the overwhelming feeling of curiosity making you ask him.

Ricky let out a sigh, clicking on a random movie. It seemed cliche enough; teenagers lost in the woods. Normally, the most cliche ones were the funniest ones to pick apart. He threw the remote back onto the living room table. “This girl asked me on a date today.”

Your eyebrows raised, surprised at the lack of emotion you had as you nodded. “Who? What’d you say?” you asked with a beaming smile, shaking him gently and making him let out another loud sigh. He picked a random horror movie, not bothering to look at the summary as he put it on.

“Just this girl I got paired up with for science. I went out with her today.”

“And? You can’t just leave it at that!” you pressed on, leaning into him with a cocked brow. Why didn’t he tell you? Usually you’d help him out with everything when it came to date, from what he was supposed to wear to where he was going to take her.

“She sucked; she kept on judging every little thing I did. All the jokes I made?” Ricky sucked in a breath, feigning disappointment. “She took them too seriously. When I said that I’d kill for a burrito, I actually don’t mean it,” he said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt you hit him as you laughed.

“Holy shit, she thought you were gonna kill someone?” you forced out behind bundles of laughter, throwing your head back as more guffaws left your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—“ you cut yourself off, a string of uncontrollable giggles following and making him bite back a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, giggles,” Ricky said, words dripping with sarcasm as he looked at you from his peripheral vision. “I hope a jumpscare bites you in the ass,” he muttered.

“Aw, Ricky,” you sing-songed, nudging him playfully with a shit eating grin. “I’m sorry,” you said, your smile anything but sorry. Ricky still refused to look at you, faking the silent treatment and making you sigh. Ricky pulled his eyes away from the movie, setting them onto you and raising a brow.

“Are you really?”

“No, not much,” you grinned, and Ricky chuckled as he shook his head. He felt you move closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder like you always did when you both had movie nights. It was nothing but platonic.

The movie was watched in silence, the beginning dragging on for longer than you liked before the first teen separated from the group.

“She’s so gonna die,” you muttered, head still on Ricky’s shoulder. You felt him nod, eyes focused on the screen, and the music from the T.V picked up. The tension grew along with the devilish idea in your head. Ricky was staring at the screen with wide eyes, goosebumps rising on his skin, and the girl opened the door—

You let out a yelp. Ricky screamed bloody murder.

Ricky’s chest heaved, hand on his chest as he stared at you with frightened eyes. You were laughing, practically falling off the couch in laughter. Ricky swore he saw tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, stop,” Ricky whined, his high-pitched voice only making you laugh harder and clutch your stomach.

“I forgot how easy you were to scare!” you giggled, trying to calm yourself by breathing deeply.

“Please don’t do it again,” Ricky muttered, face burning with embarrassment.

“Or what?” you challenged, the smile on your face contrasting your glum expression moments before. It felt nice to smile, to laugh without having to worry about people yelling at you to stop. Usually, that was how things worked at your house.

Ricky moved closer to you, your smile faltering just a bit at the slightly determined look in his eyes. You knew the game he was playing.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Bowen?” you joked, knowing fully well what you were doing with him. You saw the way he clenched his jaw, and how the movie suddenly sank into the background as his attention was focused on you.

Ricky leaned forward just as you did, your lips pressing against each other. Your hands go to the sides of his head, pulling him down over you as your back hit the couch. Ricky hovered over you, deepening the kiss and making you let out a small moan in response.

He detached his lips from yours before reattaching them to your neck, making you tilt your head back to give him more space. You felt Ricky’s lips go down, his lips sucking a mark right above where your sweatshirt started to cover your skin. You felt him bite down, making you gasp, and you could practically hear him smirk smugly at the reaction.

Ricky’s hands tugged your sweatshirt up in a silent plea for it to come off, shivers running up and down his body when he felt your hands trail underneath his shirt. Wordlessly, you sat up and tugged it over your head, throwing it somewhere in the living room. You lifted your hips, pulling your pants off and revealing the black panties you wore.

Ricky swore he forgot how to breathe.

In turn, you tugged his shirt off, tossing it behind him. You pulled his joggers down, letting out a laugh when his lanky legs got stuck in them. Ricky sent you a sheepish grin, pulling them down his legs as quickly as he could. That too was thrown behind him, and you pushed him back, making his back hit the couch.

You straddled him, listening to the groan he let out when he felt you grind onto him. Ricky was looking up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth slightly agape as he breathed heavily. It was sinful how innocent he looked under you, gazing at you as if you were a goddess on earth.

To him, you were. To him, you had to be the most beautiful person, inside and out.

You looked down at him, leaning down to his neck and attaching your lips to his skin. Ricky let out a whine when he felt you suck in a mark right under his hear, the sound influencing you in more ways than one.

“Protection?” Ricky breathed, eyes shutting tight when he felt you grind down against him again. You were teasing him, the equally teasing smile on your mouth making him melt into a puddle.

“I’m on the pill,” you mumbled, pulling away from his neck and hovering over his dace. Your eyes were hungry and dominating, sending a sense of thrill down Ricky’s spine as he looked back at you with a lustful haze. It was obvious that he was enjoying it, being under you and having you tower over him.

Your hands went up to his neck, fingers wrapping around it as you grinded down onto him. He let out a moan, hips bucking up subconsciously at your movements. Your hand pressed against his throat only spurred him on more.

You pushed your panties aside.

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The sunlight hit you in the face, making you rub the sleep away from your eyes.

You and Ricky had made it up to his room after having a few rounds on his couch. The stamina you both had was unbelievable, even for Ricky ( who you knew secretly loved working out ).

You opened your eyes, succumbing to the bright light shining through. The cotton white sheets that covered your naked frame brought you warmth, and you gently stretched. Only when you moved did you notice the arms that were wrapped around you, pulling you close to him.

Ricky never did that. He knew that you didn’t like having arms wrapped around you after sex.

You pulled his arms off of you, heart beating rapidly in your chest as you moved to the other edge of the bed. It brought back too many painful memories of him. Ones you never wanted to remember.

“Luka!” you squealed, head thrown back in laughter when you felt the arms that were once sleepily wrapped around you poke you in the stomach. You turned to him, face-to-face with your boyfriend.

“Aw, I never knew you were ticklish, babe,” Luka said, the crooked smile on his face making you roll your eyes. The sunlight that shone through his windows hit him perfectly, showing you the freckles that littered his skin. Your finger reached up, gently touching each of the little kisses of sun that were on his face. You moved your finger between them, connecting them like dots.

“What’re you doing?” Luka asked softly, cerulean blues observing your face.

“Counting your freckles,” you replied, making a smile appear on his face as he pulled you close to him. You turned around, making yourself the little spoon as he held you closer to him.

You moved your legs to the side of his bed, letting them hang off the edge. You let out a shaky exhale, the feeling of Ricky’s hands on your waist burned into your skin. You reached for his drawer, opening it and grabbing a random shirt. You pulled it over your head, standing up and stretching the tension away.

You hated how even the little things reminded you of him.

“Y/N? Are you leaving?” You heard Ricky’s groggy voice ask, his head peeking out from his blankets. His curls were like a bird’s nest, messed up from your hands sifting and roughly tugging on his hair last night.

“No— I can’t do that to you, you know that,” your words were soft, almost pointed towards yourself as you climbed back into bed. You pulled the blankets over you, making sure you kept a distance away from him.

“You okay?” Ricky asked, voice gentle and inviting as he gazed at you. He wasn’t blind to the sudden space between you both, his choice of wrapping his arms around you not even a memory in his mind. You knew he didn’t mean it, that he had always liked holding onto others, but the feeling always left you pained.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you mumbled, your eyes meeting beautiful hazel ones as he looked at you.

Ricky observed you, taking in the little details. The messiness of your hair. The small amount of mascara that was smudged under your eye. The blooming hickeys he left on your neck that led to unholy placed under his own shirt. The way your eyes drooped because it was too early for you, and how your hair was a mess of tangles thanks to his hands running through them the night before.

Something changed when he looked at you. Ricky’s mouth fell agape at that moment, and something clicked.

He didn’t know what his epiphany was, but he didn’t want to find out.

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destielficarchive · 3 years

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Deleted Author Profile: TamrynEradani

Author and co-author of more than 50 fics, for a while TamrynEradani was one of the most popular authors in the fandom, especially known for their break-out BDSM fic, “Carry On.” They’re also one of the easiest deleted authors to talk about, because they gave warning before they deleted so people could save files and (as far as I know, anyway) gave blanket permission for copies of their works to be distributed.

Work Highlights:

Carry On, and its Timestamp (Explicit). 148,087 words (main story); 5,985 words (timestamp). No Archive Warnings Apply.

When Sam gets into Stanford, Dean needs a bigger paycheck than Bobby's garage can give him. Luckily, he knows a guy.

This is the original summary but it unfortunately gives little idea of what Carry On is actually about; basically, from a “fandom history” stand point, Carry On (written in 2013) created the BDSM genre for the Destiel fandom. While of course it wasn’t the first Destiel BDSM fic, and far from the only one even at the time it was published, it was such a major work in terms of popularity, and so well known and widely read that, especially in 2014 and 2015, almost every BDSM story that came out bore echoes of Carry On. The basic premise is: Dean needs money for Sam’s tuition, and so he decides to become a sub-for-hire, and is hired by Cas. Sound familiar? Well, Carry On did it first. (don’t take this as a judgement call or a statement on the quality of Carry On or any of the works that came after).

(Archivist’s Note: don’t expect me to write quite so much about every story, but unlike the vast majority of the fics in the Archive, I actually read Carry On, when it was still up on AO3, and so I can speak a little more than usual to it’s backstory and plot.)

Set Me Up, Buttercup (Teen+). 30,071 words. No Archive Warnings Apply.

Dean is the starting setter for his college's volleyball team. His plans for the year include winning Conferences, passing his classes, kicking Benny's butt at basketball, and making sure Ash remembers to eat and bathe on a semi-regular basis. He doesn't plan on meeting Cas Milton but once he does, Dean's carefully planned year changes.

TamrynEradani’sentry to the 2013 Dean/Cas Bing Bang is a college AU with art by crimsonswirls.

Time of My Life (Teen+). 35,940 words. No Archive Warnings Apply.

Dean Winchester is an ice dancer who is scrambling to find a new partner after his couldn't skate with him anymore. Castiel is an ice dancer who can't seem to keep a partner. They're each other's last chance but can they also be each other's best chance?

It’s been years since I read this but irc, Time of My Life isn’t a Cutting Edge AU - TamrynEradani had never seen the movie, I think is in one of their author’s notes - but if you’ve seen the movie you’d never guess that. As the summary makes clear it’s not a precise overlap, but there’s definite commonalities.

The Dean Smith ‘Verse (Explicit). 6 stories, 28,483 words. No Archive Warnings Apply.

Dean Smith is a man of routine. Castiel takes him apart.

Another BDSM AU; Dean Smith becomes the sub for Cas. As a side note, the verse includes a threesome with Benny, but is most definitely primarily a Destiel AU.

This Crooked Fish, co-written with clotpoleofthelord (Explicit). 3 stories, 52,249 words.

With the first Lady Knight in centuries, a tournament and Progress to honor a Royal Marriage, and the Crown Prince falling in love with the King of the Rogues, it's certainly not going to be a boring year in the kingdom of Tortall.

Written with Tamryneradani, who is no longer on the internet.

Note that This Crooked Fish is still available on AO3.

Interested in any of these or other works by TamrynEradani? There is a publicly accessible list of their most popular works, with links to download them, that can be found here. (the archive also reblogged this post earlier this week)

Or, click on the read more below to see a list of which TamrynEradani fics are available in the Archive, and which we’re still looking for!

Warning: While I am willing to distribute what I have - please contact me by DM for more information - if I hear anything from the author or their representative asking me not to distribute these fics I will cease to do so. Thank you for understanding!

Fics by TamrynEradani currently in the Destiel Fic Archive:

A Glimpse of the World

A Lesson in Communication

An Empty Heart and a Full Clip 1: An Empty Heart and a Full Clip

An Empty Heart and a Full Clip 2: Graduation Party

Baking Season

Beloved

Both Sides Now

Carry On 1: Carry On

Carry On 2: Five Times Sam and Cas Met

Dean Smith Verse 1: Delayed Gratification

Dean Smith Verse 2: Who I Am When I'm With You

Dean Smith Verse 3: Positive Reinforcement

Dean Smith Verse 4: Work It

Dean Smith Verse 5: Weekend Getaway

Dean Smith Verse 6: Caught in Between

Don't Stop Believing

Employee of the Month

Games We Play

Get Out Alive

He Prayed to You Every Night

Heavenly Delights

Here in Your Arms

Hero

His Mother's Son

I Can Haz Kittenz

I'm Sorry

If You Rock the Boat, You're Gonna Get Splashed

Inside Your Heaven

Like a Human

Morning Sunshine

Mornings Like These

Most Obnoxious Angel in the Garrison 1: Paging the Righteous Man

Most Obnoxious Angel in the Garrison 2: Baked Lays and Nail Polish

My Morning Light

Never Enough

No Place Like Home

Now I See

Part of the Family

Patchwork Project

Peace of Mind

Rest for the Weary

Set Me Up, Buttercup

Softly Spoken, Softly Received

Take Us Home

Teacher Dean 1: New Students and New Beginnings

Teacher Dean 2: Tea Parties and Burritos

Teenage Rebellion

The Auction

The Dean Winchester Guide to Dating 1: Consent and Intent

The Dean Winchester Guide to Dating 2: Flowers are a Must

The Life of a Hunter

The Monster Within

Time of My Life

To Boldly Go

Unusual Combinations

Welcome to the Dork Side

What's in a Name

Whisper My Confessions to the Dark

Work It

Fics I Do Not Have Copies Of - IF YOU HAVE COPIES AND ARE WILLING TO SHARE THEM WITH ME, PLEASE CONTACT ME!

A Lifetime Special

Angels We Have Heard on High

Deck the Halls

Drive-In

Get Off My Beach

I Put Myself in Your Hands

My Pretty Boy

Speak Now

Tinfoil Dinners

Note: if you know of or have a copy of a TamrynEradani work that is on neither of the two lists just above, that means I don’t know said story even exists, and even if you don’t have a copy I’d appreciate if you could tell me the work title so I can try to find it. I do my best to be thorough, but tracking down full work lists for deleted authors is an imperfect art at best, and can be nigh-impossible at worst. Thank you!

#the destiel fic archive #spn #destiel

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adorethedistance · 4 years

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Chapter 4: Under Pressure - JJ Maybank x Reader

Photo credit: Me again. This time I made more of a Y/n x JJ lifestyle aesthetic with two of the pictures directly correlating with the chapter.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of murder, mentions of noncon touches

Words: 2262

Previously in part 3: Your detention slip and now permanent record may both read ‘abuser of hate speech’; on top of that JJ ditched the detention that you were meant to spend together. With mom working late, it’s easy to buckle down and finish homework, until that neglected plant on the fire escape distracts you from the task at hand. In hopes of revitalising the creature, you took a trip to your apartment’s rooftop only to find Spiderman had been watching your every move. Just like JJ, he ducked out of the scene without a trace.

MESSAGES:

Y/n/n: I’m already outside of Osborn’s. I don’t wanna go in alone the door is closed

Y/n/n: Hello??

Read 12:18 AM

Still no response. I can’t remember the last time JJ has read a text and not contacted at least one of the pogues. Mrs. Kasmos’s advice on male puberty re enters my head and I can’t help feeling relieved but also disappointed. Is this how things are going to be now? I can’t imagine losing JJ, especially over something as simple as the bulk of puberty.

The various possible explanations run through my mind as I walk to school. When I get there, JJ will just explain everything and then we’ll all understand and things will go back to the way they were. I have no reason to be anxious so why should I be anxious?… because that’s how anxiety works. I guess.

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“Who decided our meeting spot would be outside during the winter?” I ask approaching the group as they greet me with tired, closed-mouth smiles.

“Y/n, you have to try this,” Pope says, handing me a thick rectangle wrapped in Hubba Bubba paper.

“The fuck is this?”

“It’s Dr. Pepper gum.”

“Where did you find this?”

“I found it in the gas station where I got my breakfast burrito,” John B chimes in with his mouth half full.

“But I just brushed my teeth!”

“Just eat it!”

“Okay, okay. This is peer pressure, I’m gonna put you guys in the bullying box,” I say unwrapping the brick of gum. I hesitate to eat it as the entire group is watching me in anticipation. I place it on my tongue for a moment before deciding to chew the whole piece.

“Yo, what the fuck?” I say in awe of the confectionary. “How did they do that?” The group laughs at my obvious bewilderment, causing me to laugh. I unnecessarily chew harder into the gum to figure out the experience I’m having.

“That’s amazing. Has JJ tried it yet?” I ask before realizing he’s nowhere in sight. “Wait where is JJ?”

“You tell me, he’d reach out to you before any of us,” Kie says looking amongst the group.

“No way. You’ve been best friends since 3rd grade, I’m sure he’d contact you, John B,” I say unaware of my own denial.

“Yeah, but he likes you more.”

“JJ doesn’t like me more that’s...” I trail off in realization. Does JJ like me more? I mean we’ve always sort of been on a different rhythm from everyone else but that doesn’t necessarily mean we’re closer, right? “I mean he read my texts from yesterday at like 12 AM, but he didn’t respond. What do y’all think happened?”

The group expresses uniform confusion and discomfort.

“It might’ve just been another run in with his dad. A really bad one,” Pope points out before blowing a bubble from his Dr. Pepper gum. The bubble pulls John B and Sarah from the moment and they begin to talk about the gum as they had been before I arrived.

“Hey,” Kie rests a hand on my bicep. “I’m sure everything is fine. JJ’s a tough kid, he can take care of himself,” she says softly so as to not draw attention to our sidebar.

“Yeah. It’s JJ...” I shrug. He’s fine, I’m sure of it.

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The monotony of ordinary is deafening here at Queens High. We have a new project in English for narrative writing and I can’t be bothered to start any time soon. As we learned today in APUSH, Abraham Lincoln is still racist and still dead. I’m really not sure what’s happening in Precalc because it stopped making sense once we entered the second unit that was no longer review. I wonder how physics will undoubtedly add to the workload. On top of that, JJ isn’t even here for me to write notes to.

I remember this one day, when we were learning about projectiles, JJ drew Mr. Osborn as a goat and we had to stay quiet but we were laughing way too hard. He blacklisted us from that day forward, the only difference between me and JJ being I have good grades. JJ is a permanent member of the shitlist since his homework doesn’t make up for the goofing off.

I take a deep breath before walking into Osborn’s classroom. Everyone in the room is looking at me as I come in, alone. Usually I don’t notice any staring because all I see is JJ. We’ll come in laughing at whatever stupid joke he’s made and take our seats louder than Osborn would prefer. The room is silent today and looking to the front I see why.

Osborn is nowhere to be seen.

Instead it’s Ms. Tolpher, a well known substitute on campus who has a shorter than normal attention span. It’s an odd thing to notice, but very noticeable nonetheless. She smiles as she catches my gaze and I offer the fakest, politest smile I can muster as I think about JJ.

“Hi everyone, I’m Ms. Tolpher. Your teacher’s only instructions were to ‘finish last night's homework because I know more than half of you didn’t do it’” she reads off of a piece of white printer paper. Wonderful. I can use this time to work on all the assignments I have for my other classes. I’m gonna grind now and be absolutely scott-free after school.

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Running a fork over the full container of salad I brought for lunch today, I realize just how not hungry I am. I see a deformed piece of lettuce and I can’t help but think of this one day where I had brought in a salad for lunch, and JJ made fun of me for eating healthy. I pretended I was offended but we both were able to laugh. Upon opening the container I saw that all the leaves were wilted and the hard boiled egg had gone green. JJ then said it was instant karma for trying to deny my tastebuds any sort of enjoyment, and with his signature grin, he split his sandwich with me and gave me his vending machine bag of Cheez-It’s.

“Hey.” My head snaps up as I’m pulled from the memory, and I see Pope waving a hand in front of my face. “You good?”

I nod immediately on instinct before realizing I didn’t want to have a break down in front of the entire cafeteria.

“Yeah, I just need some air,” I say, standing from the plastic bench and leaving the mess hall. The cool metal of the pushbar causes me to shiver and my desire to be alone grows infinitely larger.

It’s all becoming too much: the homework, the projects, college applications, JJ is missing, I don’t want to stress out my friends, I haven't seen my mom for more than 10 minutes this week, and-

“Y/n!”

I turn back to see Pope followed me out of the cafeteria, and is now jogging to catch up with me. Once he’s standing in front of me, panting, he notices the tears welling up in my eyes. I blink them back down with a sniffle but Pope isn’t fooled.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I-” my voice threatens to break underneath me and I pause to take a deep breath to stabilize my emotional state. “I’m just really stressed out right now.” He nods in complete understanding. If anyone knows the stress of family issues, school, and friends--it’s Pope.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s a lot, I mean school work and my mom and… JJ,” as I finish my sentence Pope tenses up, and his eyes widen slightly. After a moment he responds,

“Uh. Well, that’s only 3 things,” he offers positively. I breathe out a laugh before he continues. “I mean JJ is probably fine. He’s tough and street smart and he knows New York.”

“What?”

“What do you mean he knows New York?”

“Just in general, so if he’s not at home he’s gonna be okay.” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face, I let out a frustrated sigh.

“Pope, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t know! I’m just saying if JJ were out in the city he’d be fine, but I’m sure he’s probably just at home because he’s tired or something,” Pope finishes, flustered.

JJ wouldn’t miss school just because he’s tired. He wouldn’t.

“You’re probably right. I’m just anxious- thanks for all the reassurance Pope.”

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“I’m not gonna waste time shotlisting if I’m just using found footage!” I whisper to myself as I read through the project requirements. Behind me I hear my friend, An, laugh. “Sorry, I’m just thinking out loud for no reason.”

“It’s cool,” he says before putting his headphones back on only one ear.

Turning my attention back to my project, I realize I need my external hard drive to import some footage I downloaded when I was working on the film at home. I run my hand along the warm metal of the back of the computer to feel for the USB port, and plug in the drive.

The footage of Spiderman is all embedded in full length youtube videos from social media news outlets, so I’ll be spending a lot of time cropping. I’ll be spending even more time downloading all of these ten minute videos to the dinosaur that our school calls a computer.

I realize importing all of the videos will take the entire class period, so I lean back into my chair, getting comfortable.

In the meantime, I turn towards An and look at his screen.

“What are you working on?” He offers me his headphones before scrolling back to the beginning of the video and pressing play. It’s a break from his usual noir films and instead, a spaghetti western complete with Nerf guns. He’s a self described ‘Vietnamese Sergio Leone’.

“Very cool. I like your westerns, your editing style works well with the genre,” I say, handing back the headphones. An thanks me and follows my gaze back to my own computer. The footage is still downloading.

Entering the drive on my desktop, I see a folder titled ‘portrait of JJ’. I forgot about this.

“Who’s that? Is it the guy you’re always with?” I hear An ask from over my shoulder. His observation makes me blush.

“That’s my best friend JJ. This past summer I decided I wanted to make a documentary about him and I’ve been compiling footage of him ever since,” I explain quickly as An surveys the video playing on my desktop. It’s one of JJ and I at the pier with our friends. He’s eating ice cream and trying to wipe his messy hand on my t-shirt. The audio in my headphones is a mixture of our laughter as he tries to catch me but he doesn’t want to drop his ice cream.

“We’re pretty much inseparable… except, he’s not at school today… and he hasn’t been answering any of my texts.”

“You guys seem close.”

“We are,” I smile, quite fond of my relationship with JJ.

“When I met Davey, we were inseparable ever since, too,” he explains with a little less fondness in his eyes. “But we met back in 7th grade math. When did you and JJ meet?”

“About a year ago? It was at a back to school party for our friend, you know Sarah Cameron?” An nods yes, allowing me to continue. “She was hosting this back to school party, and we were friends so I was invited, and she invited John B. Routledge because they both had a crush on each other but didn’t think the other did. So by extension, John B. invited JJ to sort of be his hypeman for the night.” An laughs at my exposition.

“So John B. and Sarah are flirting within a few minutes and JJ’s work is done, so he kinda floats around trying to find someone he can flirt with… and he finds me on the couch on my phone because I’m not really huge into parties--but I love Sarah so of course I came.” Quickly, I glance back at my computer screen to check on the downloads. 26 minutes left.

“And JJ finds me on my phone and he literally jumps on the couch next to me and scares me so he’s off to a great start. He then asks who I am and all the small talk formalities, and I thought ‘oh gosh he’s gonna start physically flirting with me like touching my shoulder or my face and I really don’t want that’, so I’m mentally preparing for the flirting to start, but then…” I laugh at the memory.

“Then he asks me: ‘what conspiracy theories do you believe in?’ and I was just so surprised I really thought he was gonna try and kiss me eventually, but he just wanted to talk about conspiracies the whole night,” I finish, breathlessly looking between An and the downloading videos on my computer.

“That’s pretty funny. What did you say?”

“Hm?”

“Which conspiracy theory?”

“Oh I told him my thoughts on the JonBenét Ramsey situation. I think the brother is the one who killed her, and all the letters and whatnot were written by the parents to help cover up the murder and keep him innocent.” An seems thoroughly surprised by my answer before inputting his own conspirator beliefs,

“I would’ve said that the government definitely has aliens in Area 51.”

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Read the next part here.

A/n: Okay I know I promised I was done with the 2 am writing and minimal proof reading... but I really wanted to post another chapter so... sorry?

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a-butterfly-on-his-tummy · 5 years

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Welcome to the 13th day of the Summer Themed prompts put on by the lovely @always-jackedup!! Thank you so much for including me!! I am super excited to share this moment between Harry and Grace. I hope you enjoy what I came up with.

Summer Baby: Y/N and Harry are expecting their first baby during the summertime.

“Hello?” You say, after bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hey, just letting you know I am home and safe.” Anne says through the line. “How is everything going with Grace?”

“Oh yes. Both Harry and I are pretty exhausted but I think that’s how things are with a week old baby.” You reply. “I mean she is a pretty content, but she likes to be fed quite often during the night.”

“Everyone will adjust in no time.” Anne comments, smiling at the memories of Harry and Gemma being that small. “Thank you for allowing me to come and help for the last little bit. I’m missing our little bug already.”

“The pleasure is ours. We appreciate all of your help.” You look down at your child who is feeding away with her eyes closed. “We will FaceTime you after she wakes up from her nap.”

“Sounds lovely. Speak soon. Love you all.” Anne responds hanging up the phone. Placing your phone on the nightstand you rock softly back and forth while Grace eats quietly.

Grace pulls back from your breast as her mouth hangs open. Her eyes are closed peacefully while she dreams of summertimes and butterflies. Tucking yourself away, you rock your sweet baby girl back and forth, listening to her beautiful sleeping noises.

Standing from the rocking chair, you pad quietly across the room, placing Grace in her crib, tucking the soft flowered muslin blanket under her legs as she is still swaddled like a burrito. Kissing her head softly, you turn on the noise machine and leave her room, allowing the door to stay open just a crack.

Yawning, you stretch your arms above your head as you lazily make your way into the bedroom where Harry is reading a book on your bed. His legs are crossed and his feet rub against each other softly.

“Did she go down alright?” Harry asks, placing the newest romance he is reading in his lap.

“Yes. She was hungry and tired I think.” You smile, walking towards the dresser to pull out a new set of underwear. “Didn’t take her very long. Once she ate it only took her maybe five minutes or so.” You place your fresh underwear on the bed and make your way to the closet where you pull out a tour t-shirt from Harry’s first tour, and a pair of soft shorts. Picking up your underwear on the bed, you hold them close to your chest.

“I’m glad she went down easy. Gonna go shower?” He asks his wife who looks as if she could sleep for a week straight.

“Yea, figured I should take advantage of the small window of alone time while she sleeps.” Your smile is small, tired, and a little weak as you reply to his question.

“Go relax. I’ll listen for her. We will be here when you get back.” Harry waves you off towards the bathroom, giving the sense of relief that he has this under control.

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be too long.” You state, making your way to the bathroom.

“Hey.” Harry says, stopping you in your journey to relaxation. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You respond, attempting to pick up your heart that is now in a puddle so you can go and shower.

The bathroom door closes and Harry lifts the book from his lap and returns to reading. His mind keeps drifting towards the monitor that is placed on his nightstand. Did she make a noise? He sits and waits. Nah, I think she is okay. His eyes move back to the page and he reads another sentence. Maybe I should just… no, she is okay. Let her nap. He attempts to read over the sentence he just finished. I guess if I’m quiet I can just see if she is okay. His mind convinces him to place his book down on the nightstand and make his way towards his daughter’s room.

The soft light that glows from his nightlight makes the room feel warm and cozy. Harry closes the door, so that there is only a small crack between the nursery and the hallway. His feet creep quietly across the carpet towards the crib where Grace is sound asleep. Soft snores leave her lips as she lays comfortably swaddled in her bed.

Standing next to the crib. Harry reaches in to grab her but pulls back his arms because he knows he shouldn’t wake her. After all she just went to sleep. His finger reaches out without conscious thought and caresses her plump soft cheeks; her lips twitch in a half smile at the feeling against her face.

Unable to control himself, his arms move forward into the crib, lifting the sweet angel into his arms. “Come here, Bug. Daddy’s got ya.” His voice is a soft whisper as he brings the little one to his shoulder, rocking his body back and forth slowly, attempting to keep her asleep.

Bouncing softly, Harry makes his way towards the rocking chair, sitting down and leaning back into the soft cushions. Harry moves his daughter into his arms and slowly rocks back and forth as if he has been doing this his whole life.

Grace nuzzles into Harry’s arm and her snores merge with the noise that is playing on her sound machine. Looking down at his daughter, Harry begins to think.

“You know, little bug. You have changed our lives.” His voice is between a whisper and a soft comforting sound.

“In a lot of ways, I think bringing you into this world was a lot like birthing my first album.” Tucking a soft blonde curl behind her ear, Harry continues to talk about the similarities between the two things.

“Just like my first album, or any solo album I’ve done. Wait, let me explain what an album is. I’m jumping too far ahead.” Harry takes a deep breath before explaining his career. “I am a musician. That means I make music. That’s my job. I write songs, and I put them together to create something called an album. Maybe when you wake up from your nap we can listen to my first solo album. It’s pretty good if I do say so myself.” Harry smiles, proud of his achievement and the fact that he created something so magical. Grace lets out a tiny noise, confirming to Harry that she will enjoy listening to his album after waking from her nap.

“So as I was saying, birthing an album is a lot like bringing you into our family. I remember how scared I was, to put something out in the world for everyone to hear and see. And if I’m honest, it scares me to put you out in the world, bug. With my job, you know what, even if I didn’t have the job I do, I think I would be scared. The world can be an unkind place. Just like I want to protect my emotions, stories and music. I want to protect you. Keep you safe. Let you be Grace, and not let the world say anything negative towards you.” Harry looks down at his perfect child. Her skin is flawless, her eyelashes are long, and her features are beautiful. She makes his heart warm.

“When I put out my first album, I had one goal. To make something I would enjoy listening to. I already know that I love you more than anything, so that’s not a worry for me. I remember people saying how much my album changed their lives. Gracie Bug, you will change lives. I can feel it. You have only been here a week, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that you have changed my life for the better. I can’t wait to see the way you make the world a better place.”

Grace takes in a deep breath, releasing the air in a big huff. Her lips beg to move in a sucking motion as she starts to soothe herself back into her dream.

“I also think that making an album was a grand adventure. I already have so many adventures planned with you, my love. We will go on trips, maybe get a dog, do charity projects, make creations in the kitchen, paint pictures, maybe we will even create an album together. The Adventures are endless and we will create them for years to come.”

Harry is silent for a minute as he rocks his daughter back and forth, keeping her calm and asleep in his arms.

“I want you to know Grace, just like my first album, when another brother or sister comes along, or albums 2, 3 or 4, I want you to know that you are always loved. I promise to love you all the same, to enjoy memories and adventures with each of you no differently than with the others. You will always be special to me. Never forget that.” Running his finger down her cheek, Grace nuzzles into his hand making his heart melt into a puddle of warm butter.

“I love you, Bug. You have made my life better. Thanks for making me a daddy.” Harry’s head whips towards the door as the crack grows bigger, revealing your face with a massive smile.

“Couldn’t let her sleep alone?” You ask, chuckling softly, because you know that you have done the same thing.

“Nah. Just wanted to have a little chat. Make sure she understands how much I love her.” Harry gazes back at his daughter, snuggled closely to his body. Content.

“Harry, I can tell you that if Grace can feel half the love you have for her, she will have enough love to last three lifetimes.” You smile, rubbing his arm softly. “She is loved. And she can feel it. Look at that face. She knows.” Harry smiles at you after taking in Grace’s sweet beautiful face.

“You are right. Our daughter is very loved.” He says.

“Alright. Put her back in her crib and come give me cuddles. I need a nap too.” You giggle at your joke that isn’t really a joke.

“Just give me 5 more minutes. I want to soak these in.” He says. You kiss his forehead and leave the room, allowing your husband and child to have a few more minutes of cuddle time together.

#Summer Baby #The Adventures of Harry and Grace #Harry Styles fan fic #harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry fluff #dad harry #fluff

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blackcoffeeandblankpagess · 4 years

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Things

Was scrolling through my blog yesterday (because who doesn’t scroll through their own blog?) and realized that I haven’t done a life update/list of random thoughts in awhile and I honestly like to look back at them and be reminded of where I was in life at different times + it’s a good way to flesh out my thoughts

So! I guess we can start with law school-I have heard back from 8 out of 9 schools and I have incredibly mixed feelings, I have only been accepted to two schools, and they were two safeties, I have been waitlisted at FOUR and straight rejected from 2 (will go into more details once I have finalized my decisions). Honestly I feel like the two schools that appear to be my options right now in a weird backwards way really are the best choices (at least for my mental health and happiness) because they are in the locations I prefer by far BUT I have also felt a LOT of stress because the legal field is one that places a LOT of emphasis on where you went to school and it seems like if you aren’t at a T-14 you might as well get out now...it’s ironic because when I was applying to undergrad I was so crazy about wanting to go to the school with the best name and seem impressive and when I first started the law school process I just wanted to go where I would be happy and then I found out how much the name matters and I was like wait what no go back. BUT, the schools I have gotten into have AMAZING programs for my specific field soooo Idk, it’s all a give and a take, yeah they aren’t the most prestigious school in the world but they have incredible opportunities for what I want to do and I think that matters too. I’m going to go visit both of them in the next month or two and I’m excited

^also, like I said, mixed emotions. even though I feel like the schools I got into truly are where I will be happiest, I have been feeling a LOT of disappointment in myself for essentially feeling like I ~failed~ in my quest to get into these other schools. I am a super type A high achiever and honestly the past year has been very out of character for me. Sure on paper I did a ton of cool shit and traveled a lot and now I’m working in an impressive position I suppose but I have just felt...off. Like giving 100% of my effort to something is pointless and I have no desire to, and I don’t like that! that’s not me! at the same time I know the admissions process is literally a game. Half the time schools don’t let you in because they think they are your safety and you’re too good and you won’t actually come so they don’t want to waste their space on you, the other half of the time they really aren’t your safety and they are an amazing school but they know that even if you are good enough to get into them, then you’re probably good enough to get into other amazing schools and again, you won’t actually come. IT IS REDICULOUS. and then of course sometimes you really just aren’t good enough but I am SURE that some of my schools are playing this game which on the one hand makes me feel better about myself because wtf is there for me to do in that situation but on the other hand....WTF.

^^also, also I listened to a podcast months ago that someone here actually recommended about the LSAT and they mentioned how big of a deal your score is in determining if you are admitted to a school or not and I 100% believe it. I think my score is a large part of why I’ve had the outcome I have. And that sucks. Because my score is good enough to get me really, really good scholarships to most schools, but not quite good enough to get me into the best schools. And I want to get into those schools. Also I lost my mind studying for that test and I literally just had a bad day on the test day. I never have test anxiety but at the end of the first section I got overwhelmed and just blew it. And that’s what really kills me. I spent months studying, preparing, devoting SO much time to get a score that was literally exactly the same as what I got on my first practice exam. And it was just because I had a bad day.

But it be like that sometimes I suppose!

Okay anyway....so yeah law school things are almost done and I’m honestly really just excited to know where I will end up...also where jared will end up. So far he has been accepted to 2 PhD programs which is really, really exciting because they are HARD to get into...and I think he will get into more because he is a great candidate. It’s crazy to think that we will be long distance for at least 3, maybe 6 years...it’s crazy to even think that it would be possible to be long distance for 6 years because like wtf. I feel like an idiot even thinking that. But in all honesty we have no idea what could happen and it could be much shorter than that or maybe we aren’t even The Ones for each other but...crossing all of these bridges when we get to them.

Keeping on the subject, living together has been really, really hard if I’m being honest. Sharing a small space with another person...sharing a BEDROOM has been rough because so much of me managing my mental health comes from alone time and having a chance to process things and recharge (also I’m an only child so....alone time). Also, like I’ve said, working at the same place is nice in some ways but it means were are together sooooooooo much of the day (not actually when we are working but on the way to work, way home, never being home really when the other one is at work because we commute together, etc.). It’s been a tough adjustment. I feel like moving in with your partner can be hard and nobody talks about it so hello world here I am talking about it.

but at the same time it sucks because I keep feeling like I Need To Enjoy Every Second Of This Right Now because we are going to be apart for 34234112412424 years

But living together aside, jared is still just as incredible and wonderful and loving as ever and I appreciate him so much

It’s also kinda crazy that we only have like 2 months left here and they are SO busy. I think we only have 4 weekends that we are both here at the same time with no other plans. Because he has 2 grad school visits, I have 2 law school visits, he has to travel for a family event, his parent’s are visiting one week, my mom is visiting one week, etc. And we still have so much to cross off of our california bucket list

That being said I think we might take a few weeks to road trip around the west coast in may because 1. I want to travel a lot this summer and 2. we are here 3. there is so much to see out here and a lot of stuff that I wouldn’t necessarily want to take an entire trip to see in the future but places I would want to spend a day or two visiting

Think: California national parks, OR, WA, vancouver, etc. Depending on where we both end up going to school aka where the car needs to get to we have talked about driving through canada a bit/the northern U.S. (I’m looking at you glacier national park)

But it’s all very up in the air (much like our lives) so we shall see!

Food stuff....idk, I’ve felt stressed just because my anxiety in general has been high and that applies to food because food is part of my life but overall I know I am in a good place, or at least I am continuing the general upward trajectory. I was looking through old food posts on here and realizing so many places where I have come so far even in just a year. A few examples- I honestly love beer and wine (and whiskey) and I enjoy going to breweries or opening a bottle of chilly white wine to have with dinner once in awhile or ordering a fancy cocktail, and I think enjoying alcohol is fun! and normal! and for so long I told myself I didn’t like to drink because I was so scared of the calories in alcohol and how it didn’t have any nutritional value and was a ~waste~ but it is fun and social and often delicious and I don’t stress about it and I enjoy it when I want it and I don’t have it when I don’t! I think college is also just weird because alcohol use is often just about Getting Drunk whereas as you age I feel like you are more often drinking because something sounds good or because it’s a holiday or w/e. Idk it just isn’t as drastic if that makes sense. Other food things that have changed- I used to be so scared of burritos specifically and now I literally eat them all of the time because they are delicious. There are others but this is already so long so I’ll leave ya with those.

Another related food thing- I feel like I used to be so stressed about food because I was terrified of gaining weight (I guess? I don’t even think it was that I think it was just about being in control.. but anyway) but now I feel like most of my food stress just comes from the fear of feeling uncomfortable- i.e. it’s saturday and 3pm but I feel antsy about eating lunch so late because I don’t want to not feel hungry at dinner time. I have SO much more trust in my body and I literally never worry about it changing in a drastic way because....your body does not really want to change in a drastic way unless you are doing something drastic (or it needs to change to be healthy) in the first place

wow who knew I had so much to say I’ve been typing for like 20 mins and don’t feel like I’ve even gotten into the exciting little details but I should probably stop now because SOMEONE is gonna read this and I don’t want your eyes to fall out of your head (or my fingers to fall off)

#personalposts

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The City - Chapter 14

Warnings: Language, Smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

Spending hours wrapped up in clean sheets with Grayson Dolan was something you never knew you needed until today. The two of you had fallen asleep for about an hour, but had been lying there just talking about every topic known to man for about two more. The euphoria you had felt having sex with this man was indescribable, you were never going to be able to have better sex than that – ever. Every man after Grayson would be a disappointment, but you secretly hoped you’d never have to think about that again.

His arms were wrapped around your upper body loosely, his tan legs intertwined with yours. The conversation topics the two of you had were light hearted, but you knew this was not a common occurrence for him. Most of Grayson’s life was hard and serious – usually a little dangerous. The giggles falling from his mouth and yours made his heart ache and stomach flip and holy shit he had never felt like this before. His entire adult life had been spent chasing highs to make himself forget about all of the bad, but he never knew a high like this one existed. As the minutes ticked by, the smile on Grayson’s face deepened and the deep gaze he held on your face as you spoke deepened. It was like every word you said was his favorite song and he never wanted to stop listening.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the small conversation you were having about whether or not sleeping with socks on makes you a psychopath. Both of you jumped slightly at the distraction, pulling yourselves out of the entrancement both of you were in. Without discussion, Grayson stood up and slipped the borrowed sweatpants on and headed out towards the door.

“Geez, you’re still here?” Ethan’s familiar voice echoed through your small apartment, a hint of amusement laced in his comment. You were sure his eyebrows were raised at Grayson.

“I am, still need those shoes when I head home later.” Grayson shot back at his brother, his voice much less playful. “What do you need?”

“Well, I was going to invite Ella over for dinner, but since you’re still here…” Ethan trailed off, blowing out a puff of air. “I guess you can come, but Emma is also here so just… please don’t start anything.”

“Fine, fine.” Grayson spoke softly. You heard his bare feet padding across the wood floor towards you. “Do you want to go eat with them?” His messy head of hair poked around your partition and you nodded at him, a small smile on your lips as he grinned cheesily at you. He walked back towards Ethan, “We’re down – what time?”

“It’ll be ready in about 30.” Ethan must have walked away as Grayson softly shut the door and made his way back into your bed.

His arms wrapped around your lower stomach as he rested his head in your lap. Big, dopey, hazel eyes peered up at you. “I hope they’re not making some weird vegan burrito again.” Grayson shook his head, letting out a frustrated laugh. “Do we really have to go, I don’t want to leave this bed with you.” He stuck out his lower lip to pout.

“Oh, they’re being nice.” You ran a hand through his disheveled dark hair and started to wiggle out from under him. “And we need to move, I think we’ve been here for like five hours. I need to shower and change, I probably smell like straight sex.”

“Can I join?” Grayson’s grin turned mischievous as he followed you into the bathroom, eyes on your bare bottom.

You teasingly leaned over into the shower and turned the water on, making sure your ass was on full display. Grayson let out a deep groan and ran a hand through his hair. “You can join if you think we can be done in twenty minutes so I still have time to get dressed…” You turned back to him and extended your hand. He quickly stripped and followed you into the warm water.

The water quickly enveloped the two of you, your bodies meshed together as Grayson kissed you passionately. His mouth moved slowly, making sure you felt every second of the kiss. One of his hands was supporting your lower back, the other gripping your neck, holding your face to his. Your body was completely in his control once again, you could feel yourself melting into him as his soft tongue ran across your lower lip and moved expertly around yours.

“Woah, woah. Don’t collapse.” Grayson laughed softly as you gripped onto his bicep for support. He was kidding, but he wasn’t far off from how you felt – your head was spinning and it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. You were so much shorter than he was, he was already almost holding you as you stood as far up as your tippy toes would let you.

“I’m fine,” You huffed, turning away from him slightly to grab your shampoo. Quickly washing up, you wanted all of your attention to be on Grayson, but knew you should probably actually shower. He helped you lather yourself up, paying extra attention to your breasts with the body wash. His large hands moved in circles around your boobs, squeezing gently and flicking at your nipples. “Ah, Gray.” You gasped, leaning your head back onto his chest as he continued to tease you.

“Are you gonna let me fuck you again, Ella?” His voice was low as he pressed soft kisses to the nape of your neck, pulling your body flush against his as he questioned you. You swallowed roughly and all you could manage was a quick nod – that was all he needed. One of his hands traveled down between your legs and pressed a long finger against your folds. The water was not making you even slightly as wet as Grayson was. “Fuck.” He growled lowly, sliding his long middle finger inside of you – your leg was hitched up on the edge of the bath tub so he could slide in more easily. He curled his finger upwards, pressing on the fleshy bundle of nerves just inside of you – a low sigh fell from your lips as he pounded in and out of you with his finger. “Are you ready for me, Ella?”

“Please,” You nodded as he pulled your leg back onto the floor and positioned himself behind you. Quickly gripping your wrists, he placed your hands on the white tiles directly in front of you and used his knee to spread your legs slightly. You were standing shoulder-width apart, arms against the shower wall, body almost at a 90 degree angle and your ass on perfect display for him. He slowly pressed his tip against your folds and let out a deep moan as he pressed into you – his length filling you up completely. Your grip on the wall faltered slightly as he pounded into you – he was not holding back this time and your already weak legs could barely take it. These weren’t slow, sensual strokes – these were fast and hard and they felt oh, so good. His hands were on your hips, helping the force of his thrusts into you. As you let out high pitched moans with each thrust, he reared his hand back and placed a forceful spank onto your butt cheek. “Ah!” You giggled at the sensation, a big grin spreading across your face.

“You like that?” Grayson growled, smacking your ass again and picking up his pace. His free hand had traveled up to cup one of your breasts and he squeezed on it tightly, delivering another stinging slap to your skin.

“Ye-yes.” Your words were broken as you tried to form a sentence between his thrusts, hanging onto the wall for dear life.

He laid another smack on you and quickly pulled away, before you could beg him to put it back in, he had turned you around to face him and held your hips. “Jump.” He directed – you followed his orders, wrapping your legs around his thick waist. He leaned your upper body up against the tile of the shower and positioned himself back at your entrance. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, one of his arms held you up around your back, the other guided his thick shaft into you.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You shut your eyes, tilting your head back against the cool tile. His free hand found the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs and started rubbing figure eights with his thumb. “Graaay.” Your voice was a low whine as he continued to pound in and out of you. Your entire body was a shaky mess, you weren’t sure if you could handle cumming again right now, but Grayson was going to make sure he blew your mind.

“Look at me.” Grayson’s voice was strained as he worked relentlessly to please you. You opened your eyes to look at his face – red and wet, his soaked hair falling across his forehead. Brows furrowed intently as he used all of his strength to satisfy you. His lips were swollen and pink, tongue peeking out every so often to wet them. Your eyes locked with his and the sensation in your stomach started to bubble up, clenching yourself around him as your orgasm neared. He winced slightly as he felt you contract around him and took a deep breath in. “Yes, Ella – do it for me.” He pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as he picked up the pace, slamming in and out of you, now rubbing your clit back and forth with his entire hand. He let out a yell as he continued to fuck you, laying a hard smack right onto your clit. As he did that, your legs tightened around his waist and your arms around his neck. A load moan fell from your lips as your orgasm washed over you. Your face buried in the crook of his neck, heavy breaths falling against his wet skin.

Soon after, you felt a warmth creeping into you as Grayson finished inside of you. His face scrunched up and grip on your waist tightened – you weren’t able to move, holding onto him for dear life. He held you against the cool tile, pressing soft kisses to your hot skin, holding each other tightly as you both came down from your highs. After a few minutes of the two of you holding each other – Grayson pried you off of him and carefully set you down on the shower floor. He steadied you and laid another smack to your bright red ass.

“Hurry up, Fisher – dinner is waiting.” Grayson stepped out of the shower and winked at you, his toned butt the only thing you could see as he walked away from you to find a towel

#grayson #ethan #dolan #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #dolan twins #dolan twins smut #the dolan twins #dolan twin smut #dolan twin fanfic #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fanfic #adolanables #the city

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Safe: Four

Bruce didn’t look up when you leaned against the door of his lab for a second, hesitating, not sure if you were welcome. But he still knew you were there. Because the Hulk knew. He could smell you and he could pick out the patter of your steps on the marble floor. Hulk always knew where you were, still wholly devoted to keeping you safe.

He waited, breathless, trying to pretend he was still working. He didn’t want you to go. He wanted you to stay. He wanted you to curl up in your chair, still waiting in the corner for you. He still had a blanket for you too, waiting in a desk drawer where he’d thrown it, trying not to look at it when there was no more you. When the insomnia you got from time to time got too bad when the nightmares and sleep paralysis got too bad.

You stopped, arms wrapped around yourself, elbows in your hands. You look cold and exhausted. Bruce knew, even without going to the meeting that it had been a hard mission. You and Bucky and Nat had had it rough from the start and it had only gotten worse. Just one bad day after another. Bruce wants to put you in your chair and just let you sleep. Being in the lab always put you to sleep. Probably, he reflected, a by-product of all the white noise and listening to him drone on about shit you didn’t know or care about. Not that you ever acted bored. But your skill set wasn’t this. Academic research bored you to tears. Conferences, when Bruce brought you with him, just made you exhausted. It was a lot of fussy scientists and a lot of people trying to oggle you. And you weren’t able to break their hands if they got touchy. So, the two of you decided it was best you not go. You were miserable and that made Bruce unhappy with made Hulk incidents a lot more likely.

But you don’t stay. You don’t creep in and snuggle into your chair, curled up like a little cat in your oversized sweater and booty shorts, knees pulled to your chest under your sweater. You don’t ask Bruce what he’s working on. He doesn’t look over to you mid-sentence and see you fast asleep.

He does look up as you step away. He watches your back retreat down the hallway. The Hulk watches too, in his mind’s eye and Bruce listens to him growl softly. You’re getting sick and that’s all the other guy can see. You’re sick and you’re sad. And that hurts Bruce in a way that goes beyond watching you walk away from him. He hates that pushing you away didn’t just hurt him. That when he couldn’t take having you there as a safe place, he took yours away too.

When you’re gone, Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose and sinks back into his chair. In his mind, all he can see is every argument. You trying, so desperately to make him happy. All the dates you planned. All the times you tried to entice him. Tried to feel wanted and loved. All the times he pulled back or pulled away. All the dates that he didn’t pay attention to you the way he should have. The nights of coming home to you in lingerie and not giving you the adoration you were craving.

“You’re acting like a child!”

He’d said that to you. A lot. Whenever you’d been upset with him, mostly. He’d spent a lot of time, playing those fights back in his mind. You’d been Vulnerable. Holding your arms out and pleading with him to just hear you. To hear you and see that this was eating you alive. He had thought, for a while, after you left that you’d been relieved to not have to deal with him anymore. But now? Now he isn’t sure. You’d gone because that’s what he wanted, he knew. But you hadn’t wanted to. You’d wanted to stay, to make it all work. You loved him, he realized. He guessed he’d always known that. But what he was starting to realize that leaving meant that you’d had to love yourself more. To love yourself the way you deserved. The way he wasn’t doing it.

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He hesitated outside the door of your room. It would be easy, he knew, to knock. To ask you how long it had been since you’d slept. To try and get you to go to medical for help.

“Bruce, what are you doing?” you ask softly. The sound of your voice behind him makes him jump, but the sight of you, too big hoodie almost to your knees and a book clutched to your chest makes him melt. You look exhausted and tentative and he wants to tuck you into your bed and ply you with hot drinks and hold you until you can sleep.

“I- I was just- Are you okay?” he asked.

You shrug and try to smile a little, “I’m fine.”

Bruce quirks an eyebrow, “Y/N,” he murmured, “How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know, I think I got like 3 hours of sleep sometime yesterday.”

“Sweetheart,” he started.

“It’s not your problem,” you say, cutting him off, feeling defensive.

“It is if you’re not in fighting shape,” he sighed, “This is bad, Y/N. How many times? Have you been to medical?”

You shrug, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” he itched to shake you. You had a self-destructive streak. A wide one. And Bruce isn’t exactly surprised that you’re coming apart at the seams. He knew you’d tried to go work with SHEILD in California instead of here. That you’d said without saying you couldn’t deal with your feelings about Bruce. “Either you go to medical or I go to Steve and get you benched.” A bad break up. A rough mission. And complicated feelings. It felt like a life time ago when you trusted him to help you deal with this. When you’d climb into his lap and he could coax you into telling him about it.

Nothing was going to do that for you now though. You slipped past him without a word and shut the door in his face. You’re angry at him, he knows, for interfering. For telling you what to do when you didn’t ask him. Bruce takes a deep breath and shoves the door open after you. “Y/N,” he pleads quietly, “Please. Just talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say, Bruce? We were together two years,” you tell him, “I talked. A lot. And in the end, it didn’t matter.”

Bruce winced, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Or do you just miss having a punching bag?”

Bruce felt like you hit him. He hated that you felt that way. That he didn’t love you. That this didn’t come from a place of concern. You’re sleep-deprived and feeling rattled. Angry at yourself that you forgot how hard it is to hide things from Bruce. He knows. He just knows no matter how well you can hide things from other people. Bruce doesn’t step forward and make an attempt to touch you. To wipe away the tears that are starting to fall as you stand there trembling.

“Look,” Bruce said, rocking back on his heels, “I know I was a dick. I’ve spent my every waking minute hating myself and replaying every single fight we ever had. You’re right. You were always right and I was too stupid to realize it until I pushed you away.”

“What-”

“No,” he said holding up a hand, “I’m not asking you to take me back. I’m not even asking for another chance. Because I don’t deserve it. I really don’t. You deserve better than what I gave you. All I want right now. Right this second is for you to be okay. You’re coming apart, baby. I’m watching you get a little more frayed every day. Please. Let me get you to sleep? Okay?”

You start crying in earnest and Bruce can’t take it. He scoops you up carefully and kisses your cheeks, wiping tears away. “Let’s get you in the shower okay?” he soothes. “Hot shower now and some tea? Do you wanna watch a movie? I’m gonna get a movie for you. We’ll get you patched up, baby. Shh it’s okay.”

Bruce is careful. Careful not to press. Or exploit too many of the things he knows. And you let him. You’re just so tired and so disoriented.

By the time he has you on the couch, pinned between him and the sofa, banking on the pressure and warmth to put you into a good sleep, he wants to beg you to take him back. He wants you like this again, soft and asleep on his shoulder. Comforted. He’s careful not to move you too much, careful to keep things chaste while also keeping contact with you. It’s never mattered who holds you as long as you’re being held, tightly. Preferably wrapped in blankets. Almost the way someone swaddles an infant. Though, Bruce reflects, you’re mostly a burrito. The thought still makes him smile and he can’t help it, he brushes a tender kiss against the top of your head.

Safe.

This is safe.

He is safe and everything is okay because you’re here. And for the first time in 8 long months, Bruce sleeps and he doesn’t dream. The Hulk is quiet. At rest, though he’s watchful. Standing guard to make sure no one can take you from him now that he has you where he likes you. He never stopped loving you, not even when he tried to convince you that he had. And even if you don’t love him anymore, Bruce knows he probably won’t ever stop. This is the happiest he’s been all year.

#bruce banner #Bruce banner x reader #hulk #hulk x reader #angst #past relationship

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annie-a · 4 years

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Godforsaken Funeral and Burritos

I watched as they lowered my mom into the ground. It only reminded me that she truly was gone and that it wasn't just a nightmare. I choked down a sob as Zeke rubbed my arm. "She's in a better place now T" he whispered in my ear.

"I know, I just didn't think she would be gone so soon" I whispered.

Well more like I whisper cried. I don't know if that's a thing but it is now.

Everyone said there sorry and they would pray for me and my ally, but that didn't matter to me. I just wanted to go home get in my bed and curl up in a ball in the dark. But I couldn't, people just coming and coming. It was a never-ending chorus of "I'm sorry for your loss", "We'll be praying for you and your family". "Things are gonna be okay". That's all I heard over and over again. I was so sick and tired of hearing the same thing.

Praying for me and my family isn't going to do anything, if everything was gonna get better then things would have gotten better by now. Being sorry for someone's loss doesn't matter. It doesn't do anything but remind them even more that they lost someone they truly care about. I don't see why people say these things when it does absolutely anything to help.

"You ready to go," Lily asked holding Angel in her arms.

"Yeah" I whispered.

I walked away from the cemetery heading to the car.

"Lily could you babysit Angel for the night please," I asked Lily as she put Angel int he car seat.

"Yeah I'd love to, I'll just need to get some of her things from your house"

"Okay"

When I got home Lily and Zeke came in with me, Brian stayed in the car. "Can you get the formula from the cabinet?" I asked Lily. She nodded. I walked to my closet and got Angel a pair of Pajamas, clothes for the next day, an extra pair of clothes just in case she got her others too dirty, diapers, and diaper wipes.

"Thank you, Lily," I said handing her the diaper bag that I put all the stuff in.

"Your welcome," she said smiling at me.

"You should get going, Angel needs to go to bed soon and eat," I told her motion to the door.

"You do realize that it just's gonna be Lily leaving with Angel right," Zeke said coming up to me.

"What? why?" I asked.

"Well, 1 you need someone right now, 2 you could relapse, 3 I'm not gonna let you spend the night alone after going to your mother's funeral," he said counting the reasons on his fingers.

I wasn't gonna waste my breath with fighting so I just nodded excepting what fate gave me.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow," Lily said to me leaving diaper bag in hand.

"Yeah, bye," I said just as she shut the door.

"I need to do the laundry" I muttered.

I turned around and went to my room grabbing the laundry basket.

"Tegan, just take a break or a minute," Zeke said stopping me from going into the washroom.

"No Zeke, I'm not helpless, I took a break for 2 hours I don't wanna take another break"

"Tegan please"

"No, I just got back from my mothers funeral and you want me to take a break when that's the last things I want right now" I sighed then continued "What I want is to do everything I need to keep my mind off of my mother and the godforsaken funeral that I didn't even want to of to" I finished. With that, I went around Zeke and into the washroom putting the clothes in the washer.

"Okay, sorry"

After starting the washer I went back to my room and cleaned everything up from in there. By the time I was done cleaning my room it was already 5.

"What do you want for supper?" I asked Zeke as he sat on the couch.

"Doesn't matter," he said getting up "But whatever your gonna fix can I help please," he asked circling his arms around my waist pulling me close.

"Yeah" I smiled a tiny bit.

We walked into the kitchen as I got everything out to make burritos. "Can you set the stove high on 6 please?" I asked Zeke as I got the hamburger meat out of the freezer.

"Sure thing"

"Thank you"

I grabbed 2 pans. 1 for the meat and the other for the vegetates that I needed to cook. I placed the pans onto the stove, then open the hamburger meat and placed it into the pan. "Watch that hamburger meat for me please," I asked him.

I started chopping the onions and green/red bell peppers. I guess I got so lost in my thoughts that I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing.

"Ouch, shit far" I cursed, I dropped the knife onto the counter and held onto my fi get that I had cut.

"Oh my god Tegan," Zeke said running over to me "Where's your first aid kit," he asked me while I ran cold water over my finger.

"Underneath the bathroom sink"

He ran into the bathroom and quickly ran back with the first aid kit in hand. "After I do this, your gonna go and sit down on your couch and let me do the cooking tonight okay, no if and's or but's," he said in a stern voice.

He grabbed some type of antibiotic and put a little blob onto my finger and rubbed it on with the tip of the bottle causing me to hiss.

"I know it hurts Tegan but I have to do this unless you want it to get infected"

"I know that it just stings" I whispered.

Once he was done putting the antibiotic on he grabbed a bandaid and wrapped it around my finger. "Alright, now go sit down and read a book, watch tv or anything that didn't involve you leaving that couch," he said picking me up bridal style and carrying me to the couch and softly setting me down.

"Thank you" I whispered avoiding eye contact from being embarrassed.

He chuckled then said "Your welcome T"

#wattpad #your #mine #tegan #romance #zeke #angst

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rezdogsyonder · 4 years

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Not Like You Think

Pairing: The Powered!Reader is married to an OC the marvel characters come in later.

Summary: You and your family are in trouble. What lengths will you go to keep them safe? Go against the Avengers? A gang infamous among CIA?

Warnings: Robbery, breaking the law, lying, murder, cheating

A/N: the reader is like early 20’s, married young to high school sweetheart. With a 3 year old. The reader has super strength, is bulletproof, and is influential. Like kilgrave but can turn it off. Also: didn’t expect it to be so long.. sorry! Couldn’t get back to present day in this chapter

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You don’t know how it got to this.

That’s a lie. You do, but you didn’t mean for it to get this messy.

They’re almost here. You need to leave. They’re not close to being done though. The car is waiting. It’s running. They’re probably gonna see you leaving if they’re here quick enough.

We could hide. Blend in. Yeah, that could work.

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2 weeks before.

“Honey? What time you gonna be home tonight?” You yelled from the kitchen. Your preparing your babies diaper bag for daycare.

“Right around 8:30 ish? Maybe 9. They pretty much don’t let you take more overtime after 9.” He peaked out the door while doing his tie. He walked over to the counter and began eating the food you prepared for him.

“I’ll keep some food in the fridge for you.” You walked by kidding him on the cheek.

You walk over to the bedroom and to the bed, “Come on baby, time to wake up.” She just rolls over and shoved her face in the covers. “Come on sleepy buns, it’s early enough that you can have cereal.”

That got her sitting up, she reaches out to you and you oblige, bringing her to the kitchen.

“How’s my nakey baby?” Christopher smiles poking her belly. She giggles a little bit but she’s still trying to fight it, still wanting to go to sleep.

You put her in her chair and pour some cereal in the tray. You grabbed her soft little brush and put her hair in two little pigtails.

“See you tonight. Love ya. Love you too my little bean.”

“Love you. See you.” You say halfheartedly, grabbing Leia’s clothes for today.

You hear the door slam. Getting her dressed quickly and grabbing her diaper bag and an extra outfit, you’re soon following.

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“Leia is at daycare, they close at 4:30, so I’ll need to leave at 4:15, drop her off with Joey, and head back to work.” You say to yourself in your car. You park in the one employee parking spot that is left and walk inside.

It’s not much, but this restaurant has been the only place that would hire you. It’s kinda like a subway, but for burritos and tacos, and the place tips well. Especially in the Summer, which is approaching right now. Pretty soon you’ll have to find a different place for Leia to stay. The daycare you go to only works during the school year.

You have your apron on and hat to cover your hairnet, but you see your day going down the drain when you see your least favorite person. The store owner. The one person you hate because, for some reason, he sees you as a threat. Maybe because the franchise owner almost gave this place to you. Yeah, gave. Guessing he found out from another manager in another store, he went to the franchise owner and laid down daddy’s money.

Why was he even working here if he was rich? Honestly you think he just has a personal vendetta against you. He has hated you since junior year.

“Ugh what are you doing here?” He said in disgust.

“How professional, Jamie.”

“I don’t need to be professional, I’m the boss Y/N.” He smirked smugly. “Just in case you’ve forgotten.”

A customer walks in, saving you from having to speak to him. You try to serve them fast, but slowly too because once they’re sitting at their table, Jamie is just gonna berate you for nothing. Like always.

“Who is the one that worked shifts last night? Hmm?”

“That was me and Matt.”

“What is this?”he holds his hand up.

“A bill?” It was 100. We catered a small party yesterday, probably about 20 people but that 20 brought guests.

“A counterfeit.”

“Well we used the pen thingy on every big bill that we get.”

“No you don’t. Cause then you would have realized it was counterfeit.” The door swings open and you expect a customer but Matt walks in.

“Matt tell him we always use pens on big bills”

“We use the pen on big bills. Every time, a habit we’ve gotten from you docking our pay a billion dollars.” Matt said immediately jumping on your side. A bit monotonous and you suspect it’s because of the bags under his eyes.

“If you used the pen then you would have known it was COUNTERFEIT.” He’s starting to lose his shit. Unprofessional as always. “I will dock you both 50 from your paychecks.”

“You’re so... ugh. You know that $50 is nearly a full shift.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Give me the bill.” Holding out your hand. He looks at you suspiciously before handing it over. You grab the pen from the register and write over it.

You hold the bill out in front of you mockingly. “Did you use an actual marker?” Showing the yellow marks.

His face goes beet red and Matt is about to laugh, trying to hold it back. Jamie just took out his own marker and marks the bill, the color turning a dark blue.

“See?”

“Well then this is on you. Maybe you should quit being cheep and get us more detector pens.”

You cross your arms, and Matt can’t can’t hold it back and he’s giggling quietly. You know Jamie is trying to find a way to pin it on you.

Jamie opened his mouth to say something, but he sighed and walked away. Matt fist bumps you.

“You know one of these days he’s gonna get what’s coming to him.”

“That would be the dream. But right now he is our boss so we gotta dream while we work, come on. We gotta prep the pico and quac.”

The two of you continued your days work in peace, getting a couple regulars. It was a bit busier today than usual, you don’t know what caused it though. You even had to ask Christopher to pick up Leia.

Pretty soon the last group of people left their table and were leaving the restaurant. These guys were really polite, cleaning up after themselves too.

“You get front, I’ll get kitchen and food?” Matt offered.

“Yep, I’ll get the ice ready for you.” You grab an empty bean bin and a plastic knife from your station and walk around to the fountain machine. You jam the knife in the ice dispenser and go to get the mop bucket from the back.

Once back there you hear arguing, they’re shouting and it sounds like they’re through the back door. The door to drop off garbage. You try to hear better by pressing your ear against the door. One of the voices is Jamie.

“Excuse m—”

“JESUS!” It was just Matt. He has a bag of garbage.

“Huho sorry Y/N. ‘Xcuse.” You put your hand on his chest stopping him.

“Here I can take it.” You hold your hand out, he shrugs and gives you the bag. It was warm from the unused meat from today. You scrunched your nose for a second before heading outside.

The arguing stopped as soon as you opened the door. You saw Jamie and a man you recognized as a regular. He’s kinda too attractive to forget. Long brown hair, but it suited him, especially in the man bun he has right now. He was actually apart of the group that just left.

“Hey.” You wave to the customer, “what are you still doing here Jamie?” You said in a less enthusiastic tone. You walk over to the garbage can. Quickly before the meat burned through the heavy duty bag. It wasn’t fun to clean up.

“Just dealing with business Y/N, just head back in.” He snapped. You heave the heavy bag over the edge and into the garbage.

“Whatever you say,” you put your hands up in mock surrender. “Have a good night.” You say to the man with him.

“You too, ma’am.” He took his hand out of his pocket to wave, his shiny glove glinting in the moonlight. ‘It’s nearly summer.’ You thought, but he was still in a long sleeved jacket and gloves apparently.

You went back inside to continue your work, but that weird altercation stayed in your mind. Consuming your thoughts. Matt has the beans cooled back down, good thing because you had forgotten about the ice, he caught it before it started overflowing.

You’re done with the food heaters, the steamer, the tips, and the till. You’re pulling out the garbage from by the front door when you hear a loud bang outside. You go in the kitchen to see Matt.

“What was that?” You keep walking towards the back.

“Y/N I don’t think you should go out there, they’ll probably hit you in the face with a fircracker... Shitkids.”

“Well, yeah but the garbage.” You open the door, or try at least. Something was blocking it.

“Matt? Can you open this?” You push on the door to emphasize your need, even though he can’t see from where he is. Whoever it was probably stacked stuff on the other side. Garbage most likely.

“Yeah, coming.” He walked around you and tried pushing on the door. Even he struggles with the door, which kind of surprised you with him being kinda buff.

The door is open just enough for you to get out and the two of you hear a groan. You and Matt exchange a glance before you squeeze through the door, him trying to pull you back in.

It’s too dark to see anything, the moon had moved higher and maybe behind some clouds, you can’t make out many shapes. You’re holding the heavy bag with two hands so you swing it into the garbage can and grabbed your phone.

“Turn on your flash, cause holy fuck I can’t see anything.” Matt asks, he’s just getting through. The door closing behind him, making it even darker than before.

“K just a second.” You get it on but the phone is having trouble reading your fingers. Whatever liquid was on your hand preventing it. You wipe your phone on your boob and your hand on your hip, it finally reads.

Once you see, the sight has you and Matt standing in shock. It was a body, face down and covered in blood. A good ten seconds has passed before Matt reacts and jumps to the other side of the person.

“Y/N call 911!”

“Yeah.... right.” You dial the number while keeping the light on the two of them. Your slow with your actions, this situation feeling as if it weren’t real. Not paying attention to the monotone voice at the other end, “Get to TacoTacos on main please hurry, send an ambulance.” You keep them on the line, answering the woman’s questions absentmindedly.

“Does he have a pulse?”

Matt’s hands were already on his throat feeling for one. After a couple seconds he shakes his head.

“No, he doesn’t.”

Matt tucks the man’s arm and rolls him over. It was Jamie. He begins cpr.

“It’s my boss. His name is Jamie Ness. I.. I think he was shot.”

“Don’t worry ma’am help is on the way. They should be there in a couple minutes.”

Yep, this wasn’t real. You look away. At the far corner of the shop is a man standing there. He was the man that Jamie was arguing with. He brought one finger to his lips, smiled, and disappeared behind the corner.

**********

“Do you know anybody that would want to do harm to Mr.Ness?” The police officer asks.

“Who wouldn’t?” You look at the paramedic then at the officer, “Sorry, I know it isn’t good to say, but I haven’t seen one person that got along with Jamie.” You pull the blanket tighter around you.

“Do you know what Jamie was doing back there?”

You look the the corner where you saw the man. The paramedic straps that tightening thing around your arm. “No, he might’ve been coming back, but after yelling at us I wouldn’t think he would.... he’s not the kind of person to apologize or say he was wrong. Yenno?” You feel a stethescope being pressed to your chest.

“Mmhmm” he hums, writing in his notepad before slapping it shut, “I should let you go for now, here’s my card. If you remember anything, call me.”

His card said Carl Cohen, and had his number. You nod and tuck it into your apron.

“You’re good to go. I thought you had shock, and you’re blood pressure was a little low and your heart rate was a little high, but nothing too bad.”

The paramedic takes his cuff off of you and you hand him back the blanket. You walk over to Matt who was sitting on the curb. He was looking at the blood on his hands.

“Come ‘ere.” You pull at his elbow. He looks up, you see the tears looking in his eyes. He stands up reluctantly.

You lead him back into the shop. Through the front this time. Bringing him to the sink. You wash his hands for him. It seems he’s the way you were earlier. The blood stained his skin. You do what you can for now.

You lead him back out the front and tell him to get in the car. He usually hitched a ride with you anyways. You run back and switch off all the lights, also writing a note for the opening crew that said call you and you’d explain why the closing didn’t close all the way.

Running back to the car you’re heart breaks when you see him. He’s just looking out the window as tear roll down his cheeks. You shut your door and his attention switches to you, before switching back to the window.

“Do you want to come over to my place?” You offer, thinking he shouldn’t be alone right now.

He nods back to you.

The ride was quiet.

You get to your driveway and notice that an unfamiliar car is parked in front. You park beside Chris’s car.

You open the door for Matt and usher him to the closest bathroom. Grabbing hydrogen peroxide from the mirror, you spray his hands with it. The stains washing away with it. You could tell he feels a little bit better now that he can’t see it, but it’s still bad.

“Hold on.” You rush to your room, upstairs, as quietly as you can so you don’t wake up Leia. You burst into your room, only to find Christopher and a woman in bed.

You stop for a second and you’re shocked, honestly, but Matt is downstairs. You glare and point at your stammering husband “You’re fucking lucky that I can’t deal with this right now.” You grab the shirt you stole from Matt when you were roommates a couple years ago and a pair of your pajama pants from when you were pregnant and huge.

You run back down to Matt. He’s still in the same spot you left him. You place the clothes in his lap and step past him to turn on the shower.

“Clean up. Take as long as you need. I’ll just be outside. ‘Kay?” You kiss him on the forehead.

You leave and softly close the door. Upstairs, the first door on the left is Leia’s room. She’s still in her crib, sleeping face down. You grab another blanket and place it on top of her. She’s practically in a coma if she’s warm.

You close the door softly before going back to your room.

“Well good to see you clothed!” You gesture to the other woman. You know it’s not really her fault, but you’re angry. You pull her closer. “Did you know he was married? Tell the truth.” Using your powers on her.

“No, and I’m really so sorry. He just told me he was a single dad.” She rushed past you, seemingly embarrassed.

“Are you serious?” You’re trying to stay calm. Not wanting to get to angry. “In our house. In our bed. With our baby in the next room?” Each sentence accentuated with one step closer to him.

“You said you couldn’t get out of work, that you were gonna have a late close.”

“So this is justified?” You gesture to the bed.

“I—ugh, I—“ he steps back for every step you take closer.

“Spit it out.” venom lacing your words. He’s backed into the corner.

“We—ugh—we haven’t been together in a while. Um and just, I—”

“Get out.” Not wanting to hear more. You’re backing away now, knowing what happens when you get too angry. Not even he knows, but now you guess he never will.

“What?”

“Get out. It’s that simple. Leave”

“Where will I go? What about Leia?”

“I don’t care, and if you cared about Leia so much then you wouldn’t have done this.” You said matter of factly.

“But—“

“Nope!” You cut him off. “Get out, and don’t you dare think of waking her.”

Knowing him, he’ll stomp throughout the house just to make things hard for you. He seems to always do that when he loses the argument. You watch him step past you and out the bedroom door. You follow, making sure he actually leaves.

Once downstairs you can see he heard the shower going. He grabs his keys and turns to you.

He points to the door then back to you, “Youre such a fucking hypocrite.”

“No, I am not.” You whisper yelled. You began pushing him out the door.

Once he’s fully out you close the door behind him, trying not to slam it, and lock it. You turn around and lean against the door, you hear his car start up and leave. You feel tears welling up in your eyes, you shut them tightly.

This isn’t going to be easy.

#marvel #avengers #powered!reader #marvel fanfiction #not like you think #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

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Park Jisung x Reader

summary: reader is on their period and invites their boyfriend, Jisung, over for cuddles (gender-neutral reader bc not everyone that gets their period identifies as female)

genre: fluff

word count: 759

warnings: talk of periods/blood; a couple of censored curse words; also the reader is the same age as jisung and therefore they don’t use any honorifics and lives with their parents

i said i was gonna try writing so here we go

y/n had texted their boyfriend nearly 20 minutes ago, begging him to come over, but he’d yet to reply. y/n was left alone on their couch, suffering from intense period cramps, and lacking the warmth and cuddles they knew jisung would bring if he bothered to show up, which was why they desperately wanted him to appear on their doorstep (hopefully with a carton of ice cream). barely a moment after they sent a follow-up message inquiring as to their boyfriend’s whereabouts, y/n heard the telltale sound of their house’s doorbell. despite the pain it brought them, y/n flung themself off the couch and hobbled to answer the door, only managing to shake off the blankets that had tangled themselves around their ankles a few feet from the door that separated them from their boyfriend.

“WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG? I’M DYING AND YOU DON’T EVEN CARE!”

Jisung scratched his head awkwardly with his free hand, and raised the shopping bag clutched in his other.

“I stopped at the convenience store on the way here to pick up your favorite ice cream and some Tylenol because I know you’re on your period and I don’t wanna get yelled at,” he said, a blush spreading across his face as he refused to maintain eye contact, “although I guess it’s too late for that” he added under his breath, a grave mistake on his part.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY? PARK JISUNG YOU- mPf” Jisung cut you off with a sweet peck to your lips, his mouth the only thing stopping you from going on a full-blown rant in the doorway of your house.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah fine” y/n grumbled, “but only because you brought me ice cream.”

Y/n collected the heap of blankets in the entryway and led Jisung to the kitchen to grab a couple of spoons for their ice cream.

“So, what are we watching?” Jisung asked as y/n rewrapped themself in their blanket burrito. Their boyfriend received no reply until y/n was comfortably settled on their sofa.

“The Emperor’s New Groove, of course; it’s the greatest movie of all time, besides The Road to El Dorado, which we’ll watch later if you don’t abandon me to a cold, empty, lonely house, with no one to cuddle me, or bring me fo-”

“Alright, I get it! I won’t leave you, y/n.” Jisung said with a roll of his eyes.

“Promise?” y/n implored, tugging an arm free from the blankets wrapped around them to seal the deal with a pinky-promise.

“Promise.” Jisung grinned as he, too, extended his pinky, only to switch his hand to scissors at the last possible second.

“I hate you so much.”

A pause.

“Come cuddle with me.”

Another, shorter pause.

“Please.”

“Anything for my baby,” Jisung cooed with an angelic smile, a stark contrast to his devilish tendencies.

“F**k you, we’re the same age and you know it. Just get over here and hug me before you make me do something I’ll regret,” y/n snarled with no real heat behind their words. They may have been a bit moody because of period hormones, but it was hard to truly get angry at their tall mochi of a boyfriend.

Y/n had been able to ignore the pain in their abdomen because of the distraction their boyfriend provided, but as Jisung got immersed in the movie playing on the TV, y/n was remind of the reason why they’d invited him over in the first place. Never one to hide how they were feeling, y/n immediately made their plight known by groaning loudly.

“Y/n, what is it?” Jisung asked frantically, eyes wide. “Do you need painkillers, or your heat pack, or I could make you a tea, or-”

“Just rub my tummy, Jisungie?” Despite being a little s**t most of the time, Jisung really did care about y/n, and would do just about anything to make them feel better besides, his already weak will had always been defenseless to their puppy-dog eyes.

“Of course, baby. Just eat your ice cream, and I’ll rub your tummy,” he replied, gazing at y/n with loving eyes.

Y/n snuggled back down into their boyfriend’s arms, turning their attention back to Kuzco’s adventures as a llama on the screen, oblivious to the fact that Jisung’s eyes didn’t stray from their curled-up form for the rest of the movie. And, if when y/n fell asleep before the end of the movie, Jisung pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, well, they don’t need to know that.

“Feel better, baby. I love you.”

AN: This is my first time posting something like this uwu so I hope it isn’t too crappy. Please enjoy!! <3

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