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bad268 · 6 months

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Hey. I love your blog. It's amazing. Is it possible for you to write about actress reader x colby brock. Like they are each others favorite and Sam and colby invite her to one of their investigations. Like in one of her interviews found out that their her favorite YouTubers and colby might ask her on a date?

Thank you so much 💗

Tweets (Colby Brock X Actor! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Sam and Colby & Co.

Requested: Clearly (I had a little too much fun with this one lol)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: First person (I/me)

W.C. 1087

Summary: An unearthed tweet leads to shocking revelations (with a best friend's intervention).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^@/Colby's insta from November 16, 2023)

It all started with a resurfaced tweet from 2015…

I can’t say it was a lie, but it was before my big break, and I didn't have a manager running my social media accounts 24/7. I was just a normal teenager on Vine with time to kill. And now, I thought it was coming back to haunt me, pun intended.

That was until I received a DM from Colby himself asking me to be a part of their yearly tradition, Hell Week. At first, I was starstruck, but I would have been crazy to decline.

So that’s where we are now: preparing for the Conjuring House. A place of extremes. A place I told myself I would never go to because of how insane it is, yet here I am. And, of course, it’s going to be for a week.

I was invited to Sam and Colby’s place to go over the specifics of the trip. I had just finished filming my latest movie, which was coincidentally being filmed in Las Vegas, so as soon as my scenes were wrapped up, I set off for their house.

By the time I got there, everyone else who was invited was already there. At least, I assumed with the number of cars in the driveway. I was still in stage make-up, but thankfully, I had changed into something more comfortable before I left the set. I grabbed my backpack before jumping out of my car, locking it, and walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell.

Almost immediately, the door is being opened, and I am face to face with Colby. After a beat of us just staring, speechless, at each other, I cleared my throat. I chuckled nervously before saying, “Hi, apologies for being late. Filming ran a little longer than I originally planned. I hope I didn’t hold you all up too long.”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it,” he dismissed quickly as he stepped aside and ushered me inside. “Come in, and I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. You’re staying and going with Sam, Seth, and me to Rhode Island, right?”

“If that’s still alright with you guys,” I replied, walking in step with Colby up the stairs. “I don’t want to impose on your personal spaces. I can go home, just say the word.”

“I would never kick you out,” he laughed, leading me down the hall and stopping just before the end. “Here is your room. There is a bathroom attached. It’s right next to the closet, and if you need anything, my room is right there.” He paused as he pointed to the room at the very end of the hall. “I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. If you need anything, let me know.”

“I’ll feel bad if it’s the middle of the night, but I will keep that in mind. Thank you,” I replied as I walked in to set my bag down on the vanity. “I’m just going to take my make-up off and meet you guys downstairs if that’s alright.”

“No problem,” he said, “We’ll be in the living room and we’ll either order food later or go out. We’ll see how everyone feels.”

“Ok, cool, thank you!” I said enthusiastically as he left down the hall. I closed the door over as I walked deeper into the room. I grabbed out my micellar water, cotton pads, and hydrater before walking into the ensuite to clean my face. As I set them on the counter, I noticed a piece of paper.

It was a printed screenshot of Twitter. A specific tweet from Colby in 2016 read, “Give me a chance y/n.” The back of the paper had its own handwritten note.

“You have been Colby’s celebrity crush for years. I know you posted a tweet in 2015 asking if he was single, and I don’t know if it was a joke or not. I didn’t show him the tweet, but I can say he’s single now if that tweet is still true. Please just get him to shut up. -Sam”

I chuckled at the note before quickly cleaning my face to head downstairs. Everyone was sitting on the couch or on the floor facing the TV. Everyone except Colby. I glanced around the room, trying to find him, only to see him standing in the kitchen. He was looking through the fridge, so I walked up behind him.

“Can you hand me a water?” I asked, startling him in the process. He jumped up straight, sucking in a quick breath as he snapped around to look at me. “Did I scare you or is that residual energy from the Conjuring House?”

“No, I just…” he trailed off for a second. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting you down here just yet.”

“Kinda like how you didn’t expect me to see this?” I teased as I pulled the paper out from behind my back. Colby’s eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to come up with a reason behind it, but he could not get a cohesive thought out. “Don’t worry. I’d give you a chance.”

Colby stopped entirely. I could see the gears turning in his mind before he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, immediately meeting mine as he reached out to take the paper from my hands, setting it on the counter. He held my hands in his as he closed the distance between us.

“Y/n, will you go out with me?” Colby whispered as he bit his lip in nervousness.

“Of course, I will,” I whispered back as a smile spread across both of our faces.

“How about after this meeting we get out of here and do mini golf and dinner?” He offered, leaning his head down to rest our foreheads together.

“I will take you down,” I laughed as I leaned more into his body. “Truth be told, I’m great at mini golf.”

“Okay, lovebirds, we get it,” Sam interrupted from the living room. “We get it.”

“Shush, Sam,” I quipped back as I snapped my head to look at the group on the couch, still holding Colby’s hands. “You’re the one that left the note in my bathroom.”

“Wait, there’s a note?!” Colby shouted as he immediately let go of one of my hands to flip the paper over, reading through the note. “Sam, I told you this in confidence!”

~~~~~

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saltpepperbeard · 4 months

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Call It Through as a Crew: Alleviating Some Phone Anxiety

Hello everyone! So as you probably already know, there has been a recent call to make, well, calls! Another member of our crew figured out that the max customer service line (855-442-6629) is a very effective way to get our feedback heard, as the feedback gets transcribed and shared to a multitude of teams.

I already sort of briefly shared my experience on this post, but I wanted to go a bit more in detail to offer some solace for those who are also phone averse, as well as share resources and get the word out even more.

And y'all, when I say I'm phone averse, I mean PHONE AVERSE LMAO; MY FEET WERE SWEATING JSDKLS LIKE I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE. So I totally, TOTALLY get it, and am here to walk you through everything in detail!

So I called that number and was on a brief hold--probably like 5 minutes or so. The customer service representative (Margot my bestie Margot) then picked up, and asked for the email associated with my account as well as my full name.

I was extremely extremely worried and anxious about being bothersome/annoying the person on the other end and just being able to feel it in their tone, so I was shivering and sweating all the while. But then when she asked for my reason for calling, I said, "Oh, it's actually in regard to some feedback," and she went, "Is it for Our Flag Means Death?"

And we both laughed, and I was like, "Haha how did you knooooowww?" And she laughed some more and was like, "Let me tell you, I have never seen anything like this in all my years working here. We are getting so many calls. It's incredible."

And by that point, a large weight was off my chest because she was friendly, I was friendly, EVERYONE WAS FRIENDLY.

I laughed and told her that we were a very passionate and concerned bunch, and she told me that she thought that was so cool and also super important. She then allowed me to tell her my feedback, and she transcribed it as I talked. This was the little script I had prepared in case you'd like to reference it:

I just wanted to call and express my disappointment, dissatisfaction, and concern with the recent cancellation of Our Flag Means Death on Max. As a queer person myself, this show has a tremendous impact on me. And in a climate where so many diverse and LGBT-centric shows have unjust ends, I’d just like to express my wish for reconsideration, and just the hope that…Max will allow LGBT stories like ours to live and flourish. And I’m really worried about there being some kind of…homophobic angle to the cancellation, so it would mean the world to myself and so many others if the decision could be reversed, and we could get our third and final season.

I went a little graver than originally planned, because I saw talks that taking a DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) angle, as well a "hey I'm a queer person and this feels like a decision made for a nefarious purpose" angle, are supposedly more likely to be noted.

Anyway, she allowed me to say my piece and wrote it all down, and then actually stayed with me on the line to chat a bit more. So, the phone call didn't feel rushed or anxious which was SO so huge to me; it felt far more conversational.

She was like, "I don't want to toot our little horn or anything, but Max really takes all this feedback into consideration. It will be passed to the properties team (or something equivalent, I can't remember the EXACT term she used), and they're in charge of what goes on Max and why. So, I really feel like you guys have a fighting chance with these efforts."

And of course I was thanking her profusely for telling me all of this, and for listening; polite menace, that will be my brand!

But man, the coolest part of all? She told me that she was POC, and a queer person herself, and that this was all so cool and so amazing to see. She applauded our efforts, and expressed interested in the show. I laughed and said, "Well uhhhh I might have a BIT of a bias, but I cannot recommend it enough."

And then she proceeded to tell me that it might be even MORE effective to hit from different angles. So, keep calling (they're available 24/7), and also keep utilizing the online feedback form. Basically just keep FLOODING them with how much this means to us and why.

I then expressed a lot of gratitude, we exchanged pleasantries, and there was a brief survey at the end. I don't think the survey is necessary, so you can probably hang up by this point, but I stuck around for a little more horsepower. It tells you to rate the customer service on a scale of 1-5 with 5 being the highest, and you know I gave my bestie a fivvvveee. It also tells you to press 1/2 if your issue was resolved or not. I said HELL TO THE NO, DUDE SJDKLS. And THEN, it asks you to leave a voice message after the tone describing your experience. I said that I was with the customer service representative Margot, and that she was extremely friendly and helpful, but that the issue at hand will not be resolved until Max reserves their decision about the recent cancellation of Our Flag Means Death (I'm also always saying the show title in full as opposed to just the acronym, just for more OOMPH).

...And thennnn I proceed to shake it/shriek it all off LMAO.

Buuuut yeah! Probably took a total of 10 minutes or so. @xoxoemynn also shared with me that she's seen people say that these customer service representatives likely deal with older folks who need help with technology, and are subsequently stunned (and maybe even excited) to talk to younger people who just want to voice concerns instead of chew the poor customer service people out lol! And Margot also mentioned that they were eager to take calls no matter what, so as long as we're all polite and succinct, I don't think we'll have to worry about a very tense and awkward call.

I hope this alleviates some fear a bit! We got this, crew. We're doing so, so much. And it seems like it's being heard all over the place; it also seems like we've got so many people on our side, too. Big big hugs, and I'll share the necessary resources once more-

Customer Service Number: (855) 442-6629

The Online Feedback Form:

The original tumblr post with all the information:

The tumblr post where Fox and others were sharing even more information:

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD Season 3 #Renew as a crew #SaveOFMD #RenewOFMD #Be a lighthouse #WHEW LMAO #WE'RE TRYING #i told em this but you KNOW it's dire when all the anxious/nd individuals are cALLING PEOPLE SJDSHDLKS #WE SIMPLY: DO NOT DO THAT EVER <3 SKDJLSDS #IF WE CAN HELP IT #SO IT'S REALLY SAYING SOMETHING #And also again-- just want to reiterate that this is great practice for calling local representatives and politicians too!#ESPECIALLY if you're phone averse #It just gets you used to the whole process in a BIT of a less formal scenario

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fanfictionalraven · 2 months

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Promises

Title: Promises

Summary: You and Dean had promised each other you'd always be there, no matter what. But when Sam falls into the pit, Dean runs to someone else.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, others mentioned

Word Count: 3,754

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of character death

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published October, 2017. Italics are flashbacks.

You run your hand over your face as you stare at the computer screen in front of you. This motel’s wi-fi sucked. You’d been waiting on this same page to load for five minutes now. Rising from the chair, you pull your jacket on. If it was going to be this slow, you were gonna go get a drink.

You make your way to the door, straightening out the collar of your jacket. You grab your keys and pull the door open, jumping back at what’s waiting on the other side. Your hand instinctively flinches for the gun tucked into the back of your jeans before you stop yourself.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You ask, more venom in your words than you had really intended.

“Hello to you too,” Dean Winchester snaps, the hand he had raised to knock falling to his side. It had been well over a year since you had seen or even spoken to Dean.

The two of you had practically grown up together. Your fathers had left you both at Bobby’s often and you considered the Winchesters family. You, Dean, and Sam had been through so much together but there was no denying you had been closer to the older brother. You were there for him through everything. Sam going to college. John dying. Sam dying. You’d watched him get dragged to Hell and were there as soon as he came back. You had been fully prepared to pull him through Sam falling into the pit. But Dean didn’t pick you. He’d picked her.

Lucifer had just blown Castiel into chunks before throwing Dean into the windshield of the Impala. Bobby shoots at him and with the flick of his wrist, Lucifer snaps his neck.

“Bobby!!” You scream out, moving towards his body quickly. You sob as your hands ghost over his neck, knowing there’s nothing you can do. Lucifer begins to punch Dean repeatedly. You rise to your feet and take a step to run and help him. Lucifer holds up a hand, freezing you to the place.

“No,” Dean chokes out, spitting up blood. Lucifer lets out a laugh as you attempt to move.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill her yet. It’ll be more fun to make her watch me kill the man she loves with my bare hands,” he says.

You call out and sob, completely useless as Lucifer uses Sam’s hands to beat his brother within an inch of his life. Dean can barely see as he tells Sam it’ll be okay. Something snaps inside Sam. He regains control, grabs Michael, and the two tumble into the pit.

Once the pit closes up again, you’re released from the place you’d been standing. You rush to Dean’s side, quickly assessing his injuries. Cas appears next to you and reaches down, healing Dean instantly. He brings Bobby back as you help Dean to his feet.

The drive back to Bobby’s is quiet. Dean, yourself, and Bobby all ride together in the front seat of the Impala. Dean keeps both hands tight on the steering wheel as he drives. Once he stops the car in front of the house, Bobby gets out leaving the two of you alone. You peel one of Dean’s hands off the wheel and hold it in yours.

“I’m sorry,” you tell him, your voice soft and comforting. He shakes his head, staring at the dashboard in front of him. “We’ll get through this.”

“I’m getting out,” he says. Your eyes widen in surprise before you nod.

“Okay. Well – ummm,” you start. Out had never really been in your plans but if that’s what Dean wanted, what Dean needed, then so be it. He pulls his hand away from yours, returning it to the wheel.

“I’m gonna go back to Lisa and Ben,” he says, eyes still forward. You stare at him in disbelief before your cheeks heat up quickly in embarrassment. Lucifer had put your feelings for Dean out there, plain as day. You loved him. But clearly Dean didn’t feel the same way. This was his way of breaking the news to you.

“Oh. Well – that’s, that’s good,” you say, sliding across the seat to the passenger side door. “If you need me, you know how to reach me,” He nods once, his eyes never leaving the dashboard. You couldn’t help the rage that was starting to build. Years of friendship and support and he just seemed to be tossing you aside. “Have a good life,” you tell him as you quickly exit the car. You barely get the door closed again before Dean’s spinning tires, leaving you in his dust.

“How did you find me?” You ask him now, crossing your arms. He rolls his eyes, squeezing into the room past you.

“Bobby always knows where you are,” he says. You frown and curse Bobby internally. Damn traitor.

“I thought you were out,” you say, closing the door as you turn to face him. He looks at your computer screen and raises an eyebrow.

“Was,” he says. “You’re hunting a rugaru by yourself?” He arches an eyebrow at you and you shrug, walking over quickly.

“So what if I am?” You ask, reaching past him to close the laptop.

“Never knew you to be stupid,” he says. Your eyes narrow, anger bubbling in your chest. You hadn’t seen him in over a year. Who did he think he was just barging in here, telling you how to run your own hunts?

“Why are you here, Dean?” You ask. He looks at you and something shifts in his face. It’s a look you know well. He’s worried.

“Sam’s back,” he says. You nod, biting your lip.

“I know,” you tell him. He frowns slightly and you sigh. “I’ve known this whole time. We even worked together – for a little while.”

“So everyone knew my brother wasn’t in Hell except for me,” he says, anger slipping into his words. You roll your eyes.

“You had what you wanted,” you tell him. He stares at you now, disbelieving.

“What I wanted?” He asks. You shrug your shoulders.

“Lisa and Ben, your perfect little normal family,” you sneer, walking past him. He grabs your arm and you look at him quickly.

“The hell is your problem, Y/N?” He asks. You jerk your arm away from him.

“Any time something happened, you ran to me and we faced it head on together. We promised we’d always be there for each other, whatever came. And I was there. Long before…” You stop, biting your lip. You didn’t want to do this. Every fiber of your being was fighting to keep the floodgates closed. Dean Winchester was sure as hell not about to see you crying over him.

“I needed a break, away from the life. I had to try for Sam, or so I thought,” he says. You squeeze your eyes closed, turning away from him. Taking a slow, steadying breath, you regain your composure.

“When Sam came back, I told him we had to tell you. I swear I did, Dean. But he said he’d seen you with Lisa and Ben and that you were happy. The happiest he’d ever seen you,” you tell him. Turning back to face him, you find he appears crestfallen. He looks like he’s struggling to say something before he shakes his head.

“You said you hunted with Sam,” he says. You frown and nod.

“For a little while – couple months maybe,” you tell him. The look on his face changes again, as though he already knows the answer to his next question.

“What happened?” He asks. You bite your lip and look away. “Y/N, I need to know.”

“He almost got me killed. We were on a hunt, a djinn. I can’t prove it but I – I think he let me get captured,” you confess. He nods slightly, watching you.

“I’m pretty sure he let me get turned into a vamp,” he tells you. Your eyes widen slightly before they jump to your bag of weapons open on the bed. Dean catches the movement and shakes his head. “Samuel cured me. Sounds crazy, I know, but you can check me yourself.” You shake your head slightly. “You met Samuel?”

“Your grandfather? Yea, he was a real charmer,” you say, rolling your eyes. Dean lets out a laugh and nods.

“Yea, he’s an ass,” he says. You smile a little then look down.

“Why’d you come?” You ask. He sighs and you look up at him again.

“Wanted a second opinion on Sam. And – ugh – I missed you,” he says. You can hear an added weight to his words. I missed you. His eyes are locked on yours, trying to pass those words’ deeper meaning telepathically. You shake your head, fighting tears once again.

“You picked her, Dean,” is all you can manage to say. He frowns and takes a tentative step towards you.

“I was trying to keep you safe. The people I care about most, they don’t do too good with me around. I couldn’t lose you like I lost Sam. So, I ran,” he admits.

He takes another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His hands capture yours and you look up at him. His eyes are soft as they search yours. He leans down slowly and your eyes flutter closed. You feel his nose bump yours gently and his breath, a mix of mint and whiskey, washes over you. At the last possible second, just before his lips touch yours, you find the strength to turn your head away.

“I don’t want to be your backup plan,” you tell him, your voice trembling. He frowns and raises your chin with one finger.

“That’s not what this is,” he says. You shake your head and pull your hands from his, taking a step away.

“That’s how it feels. Now, I’ll help you with Sam cause I’m worried about him too. But we’re just friends like we always were,” you say, picking up your computer.

“We were never just friends,” Dean says, staring at you. You look back at him, fresh tears threatening to spill over. You swallow hard and nod.

“Soon as we figure out what’s wrong with Sam and get it fixed, I’m gone,” you say, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

You meant it. You swore to yourself you’d meant it. The moment Sam was back to his normal self, you were going to be out the door. You weren’t going to slip back into your old routines with Dean. You would sleep on the floor before you’d share the motel bed with him like you used to. The stupid, flirty banter that used to make you think you meant more to him? That wasn’t going to happen either. That was your plan. It was a great plan. You just couldn’t stick to it.

You managed to keep your distance until you got hurt on a hunt. Dean was at your side in an instant, worried as usual. His hands made quick work of removing his flannel shirt. He tied it just above the gash in your leg then lifted you into his arms, carrying you bridal style back to the car as Sam finished clearing the nest.

He made Sam drive back to the motel, keeping constant pressure on your wound in the backseat. Sam parks the Impala outside the brothers’ room of the motel. You had your own room, your new normal, but Dean carries you into theirs and carefully deposits you on one of the beds. He reaches for the button on your jeans and you grab at his hands quickly.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” You ask. He rolls his eyes and swats your hands away.

“Sammy, get me the –,” he stops short. Sam is already at his side, needle, thread, and a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. Your eyes widen and you grab Dean’s hands again. He looks at you, exasperation fading into concern quickly. He knows how much you despise stitches. You were an ass-kicking hunter who had no problem facing a demon or a nest of vampires. But bring out a needle and you were running for the hills. “This isn’t a job for a bandage, Sweetheart. I’ve got you,” Dean reassures you. You groan and lay back on the bed, putting your hands over your face.

Dean unties the shirt he’d been using as a tourniquet and you feel the blood start to rush again. He quickly, but as carefully as he can, pulls your blood-soaked jeans off, handing them to Sam who throws them away. The next sensation causes you to sit upright and scream out. Dean had poured the whiskey onto your wound. He hands the bottle to you quickly and you turn it up before handing it to Sam. You look at Dean’s hands as he threads the needle effortlessly and your stomach churns. You follow his hands with your eyes as they move to your leg. One of his hands comes up, cupping your chin, and forces you to meet his eyes.

“You know the drill. Eyes on me,” he says, his voice calm and comforting. You nod and he presses his lips to your forehead quickly. His eyes drop to your leg momentarily before returning to yours. You feel the tug at your skin of your leg and grimace. “You remember the first time I did this?” He asks. You blink then nod, the memory returning. “Tell me about it.”

“We were just kids,” you start. Your voice is still trembling so you take a couple of deep breaths before continuing. “We were playing in Bobby’s scrapyard, exactly what he’d told us not to do. I fell and cut my arm. We were worried about how mad he was going to be so you said your dad had taught you how to do stitches. You started and I passed out.”

“I thought I’d killed you. I carried you back to Bobby and he finished with your stitches before you woke up,” he continues. His eyes shoot down to your leg between every stitch before returning to your face. “That was when I learned about your needle thing.”

“It’s a phobia, Dean, not a needle thing,” you tell him, rolling your eyes. He chuckles.

“And then I learned to do this,” he says, smiling at you proudly. “Perfect stitches, barely even looking.” He winks at you now and you shake your head.

“Promised you’d always take care of care me that day too,” you say. His smile falls slightly as his eyes drop for a second.

“I remember when Sam brought up the idea of anti-possession tattoos. I’d never seen you so pale,” he says, changing the subject. You groan at that memory and shake your head. “I got you through that too though.”

“You held my hand and kept me distracted,” you say, smiling a little. He nods, his eyes staying on your leg just a second longer before he looks up at you and smiles wider.

“Just like now. All done,” he says. You look down at your leg, surprised. There was a perfect line of needlework across your thigh. You smile and shake your head, looking back at Dean.

“Thank you,” you tell him. He shrugs then rises to his feet.

“You can use our shower to get cleaned up,” he says. You nod and he helps you up from the bed. “You’re staying in our room tonight. I’ll sleep in the chair, I don’t care. But – I’d really like to be able to keep an eye on you. You lost a lot of blood.” He has an arm around your waist, helping you towards the bathroom.

You didn’t make Dean sleep in the chair that night. And you didn’t get a separate room any longer. After that, everything felt normal again. You and Dean would tease each other mercilessly just like you always had. You’d find yourself wrapped in his arms in the early morning hours just like you always had.

A few things had changed though. He didn’t hit on women in the bars like he used to. Instead, he’d stay close by your side, scaring off any man who dared get too close. Normally, you would have been pissed but suddenly you didn’t mind so much.

In the days that follow, Dean makes some backwards deal with Death in order to get Sam’s soul back. He does it behind your back, knowing you’d try to talk him out of it. The slap he receives when he returns tells him he was right not to tell you. The hug and kiss on the cheek tell him you forgive him immediately.

“Soon as we figure out what’s wrong with Sam and get it fixed, I’m gone.”

Those were your words. Your solemn vow to yourself. And that time was now. Sam’s soul had been restored and he seemed to be adjusting well. You’re in the spare room at Bobby’s, packing your bag. A knock at the door draws your attention.

“Come in,” you call out. The door opens and the younger Winchester walks in, smiling.

“Hey, ummm – I wanted to apologize. Cas told me what I did,” he says. You smile at him and shake your head.

“We’re good, Sam. The djinn was nothing,” you tell him. He frowns more.

“That’s not what I meant although I am definitely sorry for that too,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him and he sighs. “I made you believe that Dean didn’t want you.”

“Sam, that’s between me and Dean,” you say, looking back at your bag.

“Yea, but if I hadn’t have opened my big soulless mouth, would you have gone to him?” He asks. You sigh and hang your head.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I would have done. I don’t know what I want to do. I don’t know anything anymore honestly,” you say, looking back at him. He smiles a little.

“Well, let me tell you what I know,” he says as he walks over. You sigh and cross your arms causing him laugh. He puts his hands on your shoulders. “I know that you’ve been crazy about Dean since you were 12. I know that he’s wanted you since you went to prom with that Sanchez guy. And I know that you’ve both been running from each other for years,” he says. You shake your head slightly.

“But…”

“Talk to him, Y/N. Please,” Sam says. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead before leaving you alone. You frown and run your hands over your face. Shaking your head again, you turn back to your bag. You hear the door open and the sound of boots walking across the floor.

“Sam, I swear,” you turn and stop short. Dean’s standing just inside the room. He glances at the bag sitting on the bed.

“Sam said you were packing,” he says. You frown and nod slightly.

“He’s back to normal,” you say. His face falls and he shakes his head.

“Don’t go,” he says. “We’re good together, Y/N. And I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You picked her, Dean,” you say, looking at the floor to avoid his eyes.

“It was never because I wanted her more, Y/N. You gotta believe that. I was never fully present there with her. And she knew it. She thought it was Sam or hunting, and part of it was. But it was mostly you,” he says, walking towards you. “By the time I’d realized I’d made a mistake, I couldn’t just leave them. And I didn’t think you’d have me after the way I left either.” You wipe at your cheek, furiously.

“You abandoned me. You weren’t the only one grieving, you know? I mean, I get that he isn’t really my brother but I was hurting too,” you tell him. He frowns and shakes his head quickly.

“No, I know. I know you were and there is no excuse for what I did,” he says, reaching for your hands. You step back, balling your hands into fists at your sides.

“Sam said he saw you. That you were happy. Happier than you’d ever been. Happier than you could have been with – with me,” you say, trying to control your emotions. This was the conversation you had wanted to avoid. You hated letting people see you cry, especially Dean. He drops his hands at his side.

“Sam told you what he knew was going to keep you away from me. Because he knew that if you had shown up on that doorstep, I’d have been back in. In a heartbeat,” he says. “I’ve been happier in the last couple weeks with you than I was the whole year with her, even with the crap that’s been going on.” He tentatively reaches for your hands again and this time you allow him to take them.

“What if she calls?” You ask, still avoiding his eyes. He hooks a finger under your chin and lifts your face to meet his.

“She won’t. It’s over. And even if she does, it won’t matter,” he tells you. You bite your lip, searching his eyes. “I’m not good with words. I don’t know how to tell you how much you mean to me. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes. You name it and it’s yours. You want a dozen roses and a diamond ring or you want me to – to jump off the roof or paint your name on Baby or – or – okay, maybe not anything to do with Baby.” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, looking away. He smiles, leaning in towards you slightly. Your eyes close as his lips brush against your cheek.

“Me and you?” You ask, your voice barely a whisper. You look back up at him now and he’s smiling at you softly.

“Me and you. Till the end of the road. I promise,” he says. You smile then stand up, pressing your lips against his. Your lips move in perfect sync, like it wasn’t the first time they’d ever met. You feel him smile before he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re staying then?”

“Oh, you’re never getting rid of me now,” you tell him, smirking. He laughs then lifts you up with ease, tossing you back onto the bed behind you.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n #reader insert #bobby singer #castiel #fanfiction #fanfic #spn

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estro-gem · 6 months

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Jax x Ragatha: The snake and the water spring

The Amazing Digital Circus AU: Oasis.

Author's note: I found this show by chance and I took a great liking to it! So now I did a thing, instead of studying for upcoming exams, because I love making things difficult for myself, apparently.

I have no idea what the fandom is like, but I'm playing it safe just to be... well... safe. I just loved the concept of this show so much that I couldn't help but be inspired by it! It got me thinking and I let it all out in this... thing.

I want to write more one-shot fics about the other characters and how they fit into this au too, but I don't know when I'll be able to.

WARNING! None of these characters are mine and everything mentioned and described is purely made-up fiction; inspired by works that are not my own. Nothing should be considered canon or taken seriously - we are all here to have some harmless fun! No age restrictions. I think this might be appropriate for all ages...?

Please show some love and support for Gooseworx; the creator of The Amazing Digital Circus!

I definitely butchered Gooseworx's characters by adding unnecessary 'relationship dynamics' and deviating from their original personalities. I promise that the actual show and characters are so much better than they are in my false portrayal of them.

SUMMARY:

A fanmade take on the events following Pomni's arrival and after the crew had dinner together. This is focused on Jax's point of view, but still written in the third person.

Jax confronts Ragatha after the pilot episode's 'dinner' and does his best to comfort her in a way that works for them. That's it.

Please enjoy!

THE SNAKE AND THE WATER SPRING

Jax was a desert snake.

Nothing but a cold-blooded pest that lived to find his next meal.

When one is left to die under the scorching sun, you can’t stomp on the sun for creating a desert, but you could stomp on the desert snake if it added to the pain of surviving in said desert. The Digital Realm was nothing but a desert sun – a cage with no exit and an evil with no target.

It was no secret why so many had lost their minds here.

Jax took on the role of being the snake. It was never announced or planned, but it was deemed necessary by all who came to know the realm. The inhabitants of The Amazing Digital Circus craved any sense of control; something they could hold accountable for their torment – something they could punish. A menace, parasite.

Evil with a target: Jax.

It was fun to act out while everybody went about their lives. He could unapologetically be the worst being known to man and thrive on the rage and hatred of all he had affected. If they hated him, he was fulfilling his role perfectly… and that meant they could stay sane and do their parts as he did his. Less people would be lost to insanity… and the group would grow stronger.

Everyone had a role in their system – an oasis was established, with Ragatha as the heart of the oasis; their very own water spring.

But when a new invading creature bursts into the oasis with no knowledge of this system, their system would be doomed. Pomni happened to be that invader. Everyone could collectively, yet silently agree that she was acting by her own careless devices since she arrived a few hours ago. She greedily soaked up their water source and left it barren, dry, and suffering.

Granted, Pomni didn’t know how their oasis worked, but it didn’t change the fact that she disrupted everything by showing up. She would have to catch on quickly and prove herself useful, before anyone else loses their minds.

They lost one of their own already… and they almost lost their beloved Ragatha; Jax’s equal and opposite.

Their precious water source.

Snakes offered venom, while water springs offered hope of life. They all desperately needed Ragatha to survive. While most would assume her to be fine after being fixed by Caine, Jax knew better than that. He saw her reluctantly stand aside Pomni to support her – beautifully acting within her role as she always would, but it was clear that Pomni still didn’t understand how scarce the water was by then. Rags was spread thin enough by handling the extra stress and enduring the continuous pain of being corrupted by the abstraction, but that didn’t stop Pomni from practically having a mental breakdown at the dinner table.

Jax saw that coming from a mile away. Thank goodness he silently took the open seat next to Pomni, silent in his insistence that the ragdoll should keep her distance for the time being. He’d give anything to destroy the little jester for abusing his doll. Ragatha was acting perfectly normal at the time – her masked smile perfectly set on her face – until it was time for them all to retire to their respective bedrooms.

Jax wished that he would’ve just dragged her after him when he booked it from the abstraction earlier today. Pomni would have been the perfect distraction for them to escape and get Caine.

He stood at Ragatha’s door after dinner.

Jax made a point to ring the doorbell this time. Usually, he’d just pluck out a key and saunter in like he owns the place, but with what happened today, he’d make an exception. Everyone has their limit – and someone has already reached their limit today. They couldn’t risk losing another one. Especially not Raggs. They all really needed her.

When she didn’t open, he tried the bell again. Nothing.

Well, time for the key, then.

He shoved his hand down his front pocket and fished out the doll’s room key. The bunny didn’t waste time opening the door. He wanted to see what state the girl was in, despite dreading the possibility of finding an abstracted amalgamation on the other side.

Silence.

Not even a creak was heard from the hallway. The room was lit up as it usually was, so that was a good sign, at least. Jax couldn’t see an obvious black body of eyes – another win. But where was Ragatha? He did see her walk into her room, so she had to be here.

He walked around, keeping his cool, casual composure fixed, despite no one being around. It was effortless at this point. It became a way for him to focus on what he could control in this crazy digital prison; himself.

He couldn’t, however, control his ability to spot a blasted ragdoll, it would seem. He scanned the room again, until his eyes fell on her ¾ bed. Could she-?

The bunny rolled his eyes at himself as he lowered himself onto his knees – maybe he could convince himself that he was not phased by the situation. Bending down, he peered beneath the bed frame.

Jax sighed in exasperation. Or was it relief? Both?

Ragatha was in the state she was in before retiring to her room. No gliching, no extra eyes.

Just Raggs.

She didn’t look good, though. The doll was curled up beneath her bed and blindly staring ahead of her. It didn’t look like she was breathing – not that they needed to anyway, but it was uncanny to see Rags like this. She was their voice of reason. She was a water spring in this desert.

If she dried up, their desert would be doomed.

Jax silently stood up and walked back to the open door again. No need to make a fuss over this. He took hold of the door handle and shut it from the inside. Key in hand, he locked the door and nodded to himself. Ragatha needed a raincloud… and he’d have to fill that role now. It’s the least he could do after leaving her to fend for herself when they found the abstraction today.

Why didn’t she run with him? Why did think she could fix someone whose mind was broken beyond repair? Why didn’t she just leave the rookie as bait?

Because that just wasn’t her role, was it?

If it weren’t for her nature – her role – none of them would have made it this far. It dawned on Jax, once again, how close they were to losing their beloved doll. How close they were to being stuck with an invader who knew nothing about what it took to survive in this hell hole.

Enough.

Back to the bed, crouched down and silent Jax positioned himself to lay down and simply look over the red head from a relative distance. There was enough space for the doll to crawl out of hiding without having to touch him. The bunny still hadn’t said a word. It’d be stupid to talk, and he didn’t feel like making the effort. He just wanted things back to normal again – well… as normal as it could have been.

Now Kaufmo is gone, a new creature was invading their home, tearing it up from the roots and tipping the delicate scales of the balance they worked very hard on creating. All because of a lunatic ringmaster having the bright idea of creating a fake exit-door. Someone better get that jester on a tight leash to get her to fall in line, like the rest of them were forced to.

He knew he, for one, wouldn’t mind roughing her up a bit. It was his specialty – his role. The parasite. The menace. The instigator.

Evil with an actual target.

The sound of shifting and movement had Jax blink out of his own head. Ragatha was slowly and dumbly making her way out from under her bed. Her eyes were still fogged over and her face still eerily blank, but at least she came out of hiding out of her own will. In a matter of seconds, the doll was out from her hiding place and settled on the floor beside Jax. She was staring him in the eyes now, waiting for the bunny, silently pleading.

Jax hadn’t had his aloof-douchebag persona engaged since he locked Ragatha’s door. She didn’t need a menace now – she needed to be grounded; revitalized. She needed a dark raincloud to fill up the water spring they all needed.

He didn’t look forward to what needed to be done, but he wouldn’t allow anyone else to do it.

He moved to stand up and held out a hand to help her up. He took note of the way her hand was shaking when she took his and gently guided her to the bed. The red head was the first to sit, then moved to lay down on her back and numbly stare at the ceiling. With a deep breath, Jax gathered himself mentally and cautiously crept onto the bed and positioned himself to briefly hover over her, before lowering his full weight onto Ragatha.

He had his head in the crook of her neck, on the left shoulder with his ears folding back to floppily droop to his upper back… with his left hand resting on the opposite shoulder. His body, although slim, enveloped hers and caused her to sink slightly into the mattress. His legs just loosely laid over and aside the ragdoll’s. It was more important to have his weight resting on her torso anyway.

For a long moment, they just motionlessly laid on the bed like this. To an outsider, it would look like they fell asleep atop each other or simply cuddled together very closely.

An outsider wouldn’t see that Jax was focused on the slow process of Ragatha’s body relaxing under his weight and her breathing slowing to a regular rhythm. An outsider wouldn’t have known that this was hardly the first time they’d done this – how long it took Jax to learn that this make-shift deep-pressure therapy was the most effective grounding technique for Ragatha to collect herself again.

They wouldn’t understand that Jax didn’t do this out of wanting to, but rather out of necessity.

Jax didn’t like to be touched. If anything, he was very capable of merely tolerating it. Everyone in the circus knew that he was touch-averse; some even used that as leverage to mess with him if the situation called for it. It was a necessity that he endured to keep his doll sane – to keep anyone of importance here in the circus, sane. Their whole lives revolved around mental strength. It was all just a matter of staying sane.

The laid there for what felt like a lifetime.

Slight shifting beside Jax alerted him that the doll was moving her arms – previously stiffly pinned to her sides. This was good, she felt comfortable enough to move around now!

Her left hand gently snaked up to the bunny’s head and slowly, softly petted his ears in a longitude motion. Her right hand wrapped loosely around his middle-to-lower back – motionless. This was bad, Jax did not like being touched like that!

While he was fine with the rhythmic touches of Ragatha’s left hand, he despised the idle position of the right hand resting on his back. He couldn’t prevent himself from tensing up in discomfort.

Bad touch, bad touch, bad-

This caused the ragdoll to tense up and rip her hands off him as if he burned her.

Oh no you don’t! We are not starting all over again.

He slowly pulls away and propped up unto his elbows, hearing Ragatha’s breathing pick up as she presumably spirals into her own thoughts on how he was going to leave her like this. Jax cast down a disapproving look. He broke his gaze to unceremoniously take her right hand – now clutched close to her chest – and intertwined their fingers, before resting his head on her left shoulder once again. He close eyes as he use his free hand to put her left hand on his head again, waiting for her to resume her petting.

Good touch; this was a good touch. Please understand.

Thankfully, Ragatha relaxed… and continued her previous slow, rhythmic motions. Slowly, Jax felt her relax once again and he indulged into her need for touch by stroking his thumb over hers occasionally.

Soon they fell into a rhythm; Ragatha would pet Jax’s ears 3 times, then it was his turn to stroke his thumb over hers. Then they would repeat the routine. This also helped Jax cope with the touching; the routine. The rhythm.

It felt like hours ticked by as the two just practiced their little unspoken routine. Jax grew used to it after a while, almost forgetting that his new mattress was now a sentient ragdoll and completely tuned into their rhythm of touches.

Pet… pet… pet… thumb. Pet… pet… pet… thumb.

Jax didn’t like touch, but he loved routine.

The doll and the bunny’s time together, once nothing but grounding techniques, grew to become an intimate exchange of touches and caresses – all wrapped in a routine, like a dance. Jax felt warm and fuzzy inside; for once he basked in the moment of enjoying his dolly. He lazily wondered if Ragatha felt the same. He shifted his head to look at her.

The doll looked down to meet his eyes when she felt him move. He could swear that she looked at peace, basking in the bliss of their closeness. For some reason, she looked like an angel. They all saw her as their angel. Had he successfully pinned a heavenly body beneath him?

Her gentle, longing gaze made a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupt from his core.

This wasn’t the first time this feeling invaded his being when they did this – as rare as these moments were. He wasn’t sure when he started experiencing such feelings during these rare encounters, but as months crawled by, he felt drawn to his dolly more and more. Based on how she looked at him, he could only assume that she felt it too.

Something so foreign, yet so familiar.

He didn’t fail to spot the warmth rushing to her cheeks when their eyes met. She looked so ethereal beneath him, especially when her breathing picked up under his firm gaze. Her lips were parted, and her eyes were lidded. This time, it wasn’t fear or overstimulation. It was anticipation. It was desire.

Jax internally flinched at the tingly sensation when he smoothly burrowed his face into Ragatha’s neck. She shivered at the breath he let out against her skin. He could tolerate the touching a little longer, as long as he could see her crumble again. He wanted to see her walls crumble again.

“Jax- ”

Oh… he had to hear her again. More clearly, next time. This was torture, but she made him into her own personal masochist. His skin crawled at the sensation of her skin shivering against him, but he needed more. He could take it. Just a little longer – he just had to stand these sensations a little longer. He looked at her again.

Ragatha was reverting to a helpless puddle. The doll’s arms were gripping at the covers beneath her, successfully eliminating the bother of excessive contact that he despised. Jax didn’t know if she did it with that intension or without thinking, but either way, he was thankful. He really wanted more.

Why couldn’t he just be normal?

He lifted onto his elbows again and – dare one say – lovingly looked at her face. She could only peek back at him, breathing slightly faster than usual. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shaky hand rise from the covers and hover next to his cheek, while her eyes pleaded for his mercy. He hesitated but bit the bullet to comply; leaning into her touch while desperately trying to ignore the odd tingles. Jax convinced himself to kiss her wrist and drowned himself in the pleasure of hearing her softly call his name.

He only heard it because he was listening so closely for it.

Yes.

DING DONG

In a flash, Jax braced himself up into a crouch and slammed his foot down with a mighty THUMP upon hearing Ragatha startle into a fit when the doorbell chimed. His hair on his back stood on end and his claws ripped through his gloves, leaving gouges in the covers beside the doll’s head.

His precious doll was disturbed again!

He heard her soft cry of fear and his blood boiled with a thirst for vengeance. Only he can make her cry out. He’ll skin the soul that dared to-

“Ragatha…? Can we talk?”

That DAMN jester!

“Jax?” a quiet voice trembled in his ear from beneath him. Jax stopped glaring at the door to softly glance down and see what his little doll wanted.

“Don’t…” Raggs sounded like she was begging while being held at gunpoint, whispering despite their rooms being enchanted to not hear anything from the outside when the door is shut.

Jax wouldn’t dare let that thing inside. Raggs was upset enough as it is.

“Look, I know it probably wouldn’t make a difference…” Pomni’s voice came from the other side door again, “…but I’m so sorry for running off… Again… I saw that exit and I had to see if it was real. No one else believed me and I started to think that I was losing my mind. You understand that, right?”

Jax placed both his hands down on the mattress, blocking the doll’s view of the door as if it could block the sound of the voice from reaching the Raggs’s ears, still hovering over her. He knew that his dolly didn’t want to hear anything the harlequin had to say now – he had half the mind to get up and bash the newbie’s head in.

“I hope we can talk about this some time. You are probably tired after such a long, crazy day.” Pomni’s voice died down near the end, “It feels like you’re the only good person here.”

She really is, but she’s too good for you. Selfish leech.

Jax looks down to the girl, still stiff as a board beneath him. Her eye was shiny with the swell of tears. He melted at the sight – anger simmering down. She was just a sweet little rag dolly, she didn’t deserve any of this, but oh, he was so happy to see Ragatha finally emote something again. She was OK again. Their water source was filled once again, now threatening to spill over. He’d happily welcome the flood.

He needed her.

The sound of fading footsteps causes Jax to rip his eyes to the direction of the door. His hearing was better than the dolls, probably thanks to being a rabbit.

Good riddance.

Ragatha seemed to relax at the sight of Jax deflating his stance, reading that Pomni probably left her door. She hesitantly reached up to cup Jax’s cheek. Jax followed her hand’s motion and scoffed, cringing at the invasion. He’s had enough touching for a week. It sucked to leave his doll so soon after being distressed again, but he couldn’t bring himself stand any more of this. He quickly got up and smoothed out his clothes, but not without missing the flash of hurt in the doll’s eyes. He felt bad, but he had to be strong with the new girl around, so straining himself now would only make matters worse and mess up the whole system.

Still, seemingly bored, Jax stood in his spot while rocking on his heels and looking off to the side, only sparing her a glance. Raggs sat up by then. She looked a little worse for wear, but it’s an improvement from hiding under her bed. She rested her elbows on her knees with her chin in her hands. The hurt in her eyes was long gone, but she looked tired. Poor thing, Jax shared the sentiment.

He felt her eye bore into the side of his face and the bunny couldn’t stop himself before he rolled his eyes and looked to her again. He could’ve choked on air when he saw her face, but the years of steeling his demeanor left no trace of his inner turmoil.

Raggs sported that longing look in her eyes again.

They were so close this time – closer than they’ve ever been before. Each time they spent together on nights like this, although few and far between, they grew closer… and hungrier. Neither understood what it was, but they never had the chance to just collapse into it, tonight being the closest to that.

But there was always something, right?

Jax allowed gaze to soften. His doll offered a small smile that almost ripped his heart out if his chest. It was drenched with melancholy of something she knew they could never have.

Because their roles in their little ecosystem didn’t allow for it to ever be theirs. It would never work.

This was survival.

The rabbit steeled his demeanor once again, but this time, his doll’s face didn’t fall.

Good, as it should be.

Jax walked to the door and fished out the key from his front pocket. He didn’t bother looking back. If he did, he wouldn’t have the will to leave anymore. When he opened the door, though, he couldn’t help but mumble out teasingly.

“See yah later, Doll~!”

He wished that he could shout his affections for her out into the void instead.

“I’m not your doll.” Ragatha responded, voice still wobbly and tired, but perky regardless. She knew just how to indulge him.

Yes, she is… she always will be.

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Caught in the Rain

Bucky comes by for a visit, and you both get caught in the rain.

Pair: James "Bucky" Barnes & GN!Reader

Notes: fluff and kisses and Bucky just being a ray of sunshine

Word Count: 1k

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A concrete bench in the rain is arguably not the ideal setting for the purpose of basking in nature. Even shielded somewhat from the drops of water that fall from the sky, the concrete soaks up the atmospheric moisture and chills the uncomfortably hard surface further—even through your raincoat. Still, the smell of the rain, the petrichor of wet grass and concrete, blankets you with all the peace and comfort of a homemade family quilt.

A chirp in your pocket disrupts your pensive state, and after a short pause, you reach into your pocket for your Stark Phone. The screen wakes when you lift it to your face, a message in glowing letters disrupting the soft gray air with harsh white-blue light.

Almost there

It’s less than a minute later when the author rumbles around the corner on his motorcycle, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of your bench. You stand when he kicks down the stand, all wet black cloth and leather and sleek dark helmet, unable to hide your broad grin as he lifts the helmet off his head.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he smiles at you. The rain is only a drizzle now, so you step out onto the unsheltered sidewalk towards him. “How about this rain, huh?”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind it. Was the ride bad?”

He shakes his head slightly, smiling his little half smile and keeping his eyes on yours. The blue sparkles brightly against the black of his clothes and the gray of the buildings and skies behind him. “Peace of cake.”

You close the distance, holding a hand out to him. He balances his helmet on his lap, reaching out his glove-covered flesh hand to take yours and squeeze it gently. The misty drizzle dusts his long dark hair with silver droplets, the strands messy from the helmet and tucked behind his ears.

“I know the plan was to go back,” he says, eyes crinkling further as you swing your hands between the two of you. “But I don’t wanna risk the wet roads with you on the bike.” His face turns apologetic.

“What, you mean the bike doesn’t turn into a car at the push of a button?” you tease, stepping into his space to brush a stray droplet of water from his hairline. Your thigh presses against the outside of his own, and his knee, from where he still sits on the bike. “It’s okay, James. We can stay at my place tonight, or until it dries up.”

His smile turns to one of gratitude, lifting your hand to kiss the knuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll go park and meet you back here.”

You nod, stepping back and squeezing his hand before letting go. He pulls his helmet back on and rides off around the other corner where the nearest parking garage waits. You follow on foot.

Bucky laughs when he finds you waiting at the garage entrance, helmet in his left hand. “Couldn’t wait to see me again, huh?”

“Mhm,” you hum in affirmation. “Plus, standing around was getting boring.”

“Fair enough,” he says, kissing the top of your hair when he reaches you, now as wet as his.

You smile, eyes closing and taking his free hand. “I know you said the ride was fine, but how was the rain, really?”

“Should’ve checked the weather and borrowed a car,” he says, and the two of you begin the short walk back to your building, hand in hand. “But it’ll be nice to have a night off the compound.”

“Getting tired of your roommates already?”

“Maybe you just want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

The flattered and flustered warmth that rushes through you makes the sudden downpour all the more icy, shocking a gasp from you.

“Oh, Jesus,” Bucky says, tugging your hand. “Let’s run for it.”

With one hand in Bucky’s and the other trying to pull your raincoat hood up over your head, you jog behind Bucky back to your building. Puddles splashing under your feet cast water onto one another’s legs, rainwater dripping down your neck and into your shirt collar, then down your back. Already, just steps from the front door, you can feel yourself shivering.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re soaking,” Bucky says, looking at you with sympathy as he pushes through the front door and pulling you in after him. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

He’s not as soaked as you are, apparently, his motorcycle gear having kept him shielded from the worst of it. You both know he doesn’t need the same protection as most for a simple ride, but when you’d told him once how nervous it makes you, he made a point to dress the part for your peace of mind—with, of course, the additional knowledge that you found motorcycle gear quite attractive. Though the gear had kept his body mostly dry, his hair is plastered to his skin, dark brown soaked to black and clinging to his jaw and his neck.

He keeps an arm around you in the elevator, rubbing your arm to warm you up through several floors and then down your hallway.

“Still can’t get over how you’re not cold,” you say, shivering as he closes your front door.

He chuckles. “Come on, let’s get you dry.”

Bucky helps you take off your raincoat, your jacket. Your shirt underneath is still somewhat dry at least, but your skin is cold and clammy and Bucky wraps his arms around you, rubbing his flesh hand vigorously up and down your back to warm you up, peppering kisses on your hair and forehead.

“Buck,” you say. “Your clothes are soaking too, I don’t know how much this is gonna help–”

“Shit,” he says, pausing. He pulls back slightly, pressing another kiss to your face, the skin on your cheek under your eye.

You chuckle, still shivering slightly and watching with a smile as he sheds his jacket.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he says, pressing another kiss to your face and wrapping you back up in his arms. While your skin is damp and cold, the small amount of moisture on his skin has done nothing to temper the steady warmth of his body, and you can’t help but burrow further into his embrace.

“It’s okay, angel,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Still holding you close, he does his best to walk the two of you to the bathroom. He’s only slightly hampered by the numerous kisses the two of you begin exchanging in some sort of childish competition, broken by smiles and chuckles, and ended only when he pulls one of your towels off the rack to start drying you off.

“Your hair,” you say, feeling much like a troublemaking kitten after a flea bath with the way he playfully roughs the towel around your back, practically scrubbing the water off your skin. He leaves the towel around you, carefully draped over your shoulders like a shawl, and takes the second towel in the room to dry his hair.

“Better?”

“Better.”

#x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic

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lucy90712 · 8 days

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By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on.

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears.

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle.

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether.

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now.

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

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3 months later

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up.

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all.

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said

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4 months later

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around.

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase.

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while.

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt.

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been.

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around.

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room.

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds.

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham #football imagine

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mellarked-katnisseverdeen · 6 months

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It's Not Over (Till The Mockingjay Sings)

Summery: The day Katniss is meant to be reaped to go into the Quarter Quell changes when the fourth and first District 12 victor returns mysteriously. And takes her place. A/N- So. I could write this whole fic out and be neat about posting chapters. Or I could just hold myself accountable by giving you all my first chapter and allowing you all to pester me about. Meaning- YES! Please know there is more of this coming and my goal of posting this first part is to get bugged about finishing it quickly XD. Anyways, this is gonna be so much fun to write I am extreamly excited.

"I volunteer." The voice, older and worn but confident enough to be heard above the crowd.

Katniss is almost convinced she is dreaming. This isn't real; it can't be. She is the only living female victor of District 12 and would be going into the Games again. She'd use it to save Peeta. That was the plan. Since the announcement, it had been her unwavering goal. How could anyone volunteer for her?

The crowd parts, and who comes through makes her shock even worse. An older woman, olive-skinned like her, curly dark loose around her shoulders. All her clothes were solid grey, a simple jumpsuit. The stranger strides to the podium like she is half of the close to 80 years old she must be. The people seem to part for her. Guards and several others begin moving around the stage, and even more official-looking Capitolies rush behind the giant screen behind them. Other guards approach the woman and make her stop in her effort to get onto the stage. Effie, for her part, stammers for a moment.

"I am sorry, ma'am. This Quarter Quell will be between Victors only."

"I am." The woman replies. "I am Lucy Gray Baird. I won the 10th Hunger Games, and I volunteer for this girl."

The men holding her must either be stunned into uselessness or fear no threat from the elderly tribute as she climbs onto the stage with little trouble. The murmuring continues; however, Katniss can do nothing but look around. Peeta's eyes lock with hers, sharing the confusion between them. Most of them knew that District 12 at some point before Haymitch had won a Hunger Games, but no one could really say which or whom it was. The citizens have yet to calm before several people who disappeared behind the stage return. One of them, who looks sickly pale with nerves, comes to whisper something into Effie's ear.

"As it turns out, this is entirely correct. As a victor of District 12, Lucy Gray Baird will be allowed to volunteer for Miss. Katniss Everdeen."

There is a strange silence, almost like people digesting the information simultaneously. Then, an untited applause makes the older woman preen as Effie holds up her hand. Katniss allows the moment to try and breathe normally. Because even as soon as she realizes she won't be going in, the looming reality that Peeta still could be descends like a shadow over her and steals any shred of relief.

And like that, she woke up to an even worse nightmare.

Effie tries to calm everyone when they begin to settle themselves. Once she does, she becomes somber again, looking at the second bowl. She seems to be composed to anyone else, but Katniss can note the shaking in her voice.

"Now, for the boys." She utters and swirls the two pieces of paper in the second bowl around before picking a slip. She can't disguise the pain when she says the name, though. "Haymitch Abernathy."

On her other side, Katniss watches Haymitch take steps to the podium. Every bit of her wordlessly screamed at Peeta, telling him not to open his mouth or say anything. Somehow, she hoped he could hear her and would let Haymitch keep his promise to both of them. They would do anything in their power to save their mentor, but if Peeta goes in, she doesn't know if she could breathe, not with her ability to be in the arena with him taken.

Instead, she watches Peeta grab the arm of Haymitch's shirt. A look goes between them, and in the end, the older man shakes his head and steps toward the podium. Peeta doesn't say anything, and Katniss sucks in air she didn't know she was deprived of.

Effie barely holds it together, raising his hand, and things become even more chaotic after that. As it turns out, there will be no time to allow for goodbyes after the reaping. Just after Lucy takes Haymitch's hand to shake it, everyone on stage, plus her and Peeta, are surrounded by Peacekeepers and directed to the train. Lucy walks first of the pack, as proudly as an elderly woman could. Haymitch is saying something quietly to Effie. It looks like he may even be trying to calm her.

Peeta takes her hand and makes eye contact. "You're trembling, Katniss."

"We're not-"

"It doesn't look like it."

"How?"

"I don't know. But I think we're gonna get answers sooner rather than later." He whispers as they both board the train.

#Everlark #Yes I'mma get there I promise #Katniss Everdeen #Lucy Gray Baird #Peeta Mellark #Haymitch Abernathy #The Hunger Games #Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes #AJ Writes

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thehopelessromanticclub · 8 months

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A DATE IN THE ER?

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre : fluff, established relationship, domestic au

Word count : 1.3k

Summary : You have a date at the roller skating park with him teaching you how to skate. But what wasn’t the part of the plan was, you ending up in the ER

Author’s note : I actually got the inspiration to write this from a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt. Pls do check out their account. They have grt writing prompts.

Y/N’s POV

”Do you wanna go roller skate?” As badly as I wanted to say YES, I couldn’t. Why? Because I don’t know how to roller skate. As simple as that. I always wanted to learn how to roller skate. But I never really had the chance to actually go and learn. Or maybe I did. Except for the part where I spent the entire lesson just sitting in the corner because I was afraid of falling. I know, I know life is all about falling and getting up. But A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!! that too for a week!? Nah!!! Not a huge fan. It was like that one Buy 1 Get 1 Free offer that no one ever wanted to avail.

But guess what did I say….

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Well, what else do you expect me to do when he’s asking me with those lethal puppy eyes. They have the power to melt the coldest heart, let alone me.

so here I was, on my way to skating rink with a human-in-a-bunny-form boyfriend beside me hopping on his two hind legs unable to contain his excitement, narrating all those scenarios where, if I happened to fall, he’ll come to my rescue, and how we can stare at each other and fall in love all over again. As romantic as that sounds, I couldn’t beat the fear in my heart of falling and embarrassing myself in front of him. Author’s POV “Jungkook-ah, do we really have to do this?” You begged tugging on his oversized denim jacket. “Is something wrong?” He diverted all his attention towards you.

“I think I’m having a heart attack!” You stated clutching the right side of your chest adamant on gaining his sympathy and getting out of this place.

“As far as I remember my anatomy class, heart is towards the left side of the chest, and yes, we are doing roller skating.” He said placing your hand on the left side of your chest earning a glare from you. He is one stubborn boss baby. Once he has his mind set to something, he’s gonna do it no matter what.

“Come, let me help you with your laces. I don’t want you falling. I mean I don’t mind you falling for me tho.” He winks at you with a flirty smile lingering on his lips earning an eye roll from you. This boy, he never missed the opportunity to flirt with you. You almost believed that he has dual personality. At times he is all shy and red, and sometimes he is so cocky that he makes you a blushing mess. But that’s why you fell for him in the first place.

He was a mess. A chaotic mess. A happy mess. An emotional mess. A beautiful mess. That’s one thing you knew for sure.

“Come let’s go to the skating rink while there’s still less people.” He guides you to the skating rink hand in hand. Another thing you loved about him. He always made sure you were cared for and loved for. His hand never left yours. They always somehow made their way towards each other. Gravitating towards each other. Happily and married.

Time skip

“Y/N, can you stop sticking your butt out?”

“Fine, I’m trying okay?

It’s not like I was born a pro at it.”

“I know, but you look like a new born who’s learning how to walk.” He giggled trying his best to hold his laughter as he has been doing for the past 20 mins. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, now let’s try roller skating without holding hands.” He stated, having enough confidence in your skills.

“No no no, don’t let go of my hands kookie.”

“I won’t. Ever. But trust me in this, okay?” He uttered giving your hands a squeeze before letting them go.

“Slow and steady. Each stride at a time. Okay?” He instructed watching each and every one of your step closely.

“I think I’ve got it…” you say, a victory smile making its way onto your face. Proud of what you’ve accomplished. Not a huge feat of course, but for you it was. You almost gave up on the whole idea of learning roller skating. Little did you know, all you had to do was ask your boyfriend out on a roller skating date!

“See, that’s my girl.”

your confidence grew in each stride you took, until it turned into overconfidence and next thing you know is reaching your hand out to grab Jungkook’s but they never met. Like that one forbidden love story, where the couple are destined to be together but their fates had a different say.

The last thing you remember is hitting your head on the railing and a worried Jungkook asking you to wake up.

You wanted to wake up, but your eyelids seemed to have a mind of their own. They felt so heavy. You wanted to sleep so bad. Just 1 min of sleep. Time skip

you struggle to open your eyes, due to the harsh lighting’s hitting on your face. And the throbbing sensation on your forehead wasn’t helping at all. And the smell of disinfectants tingling your sensory receptors was the cherry on top.

As soon as you open your eyes, you see white ceilings, white lights…everything’s white and a face. Jungkook’s face.

“Am I in heaven? Even the angels look like Jungkook.” Confusion was all around your face

“Hey Y/N!!! Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you recognise me?” He bombards you with questions one after another.

“Jungkook? Am I in a hospital?”

“Yes, baby. Omg I was so worried.” He says slumping down on a chair, tears rolling out of his eyes one after another.

“Hey Kookie, it’s fine. Look at me, I’m totally fine, well of course except the bump on my forehead.”

“No you’re not. I’m such a terrible boyfriend. You told me not to take you to the rink in the first place and I still did. If only had I listened to you, this wouldn’t have happened!”

“No, come here.” You give him a hug.

“Look, I know at first I was hesitant to go there, guess what thanks to you I finally learned at least how to stride in wheels right? Something that I never could’ve achieved my whole life on my own. But thanks to my boyfriend, I did it. Even if I had the chance to start over this day all over again, I would still go down the same path. That’s for sure.”

“Really?” He finally looks up, his face all flushed due to sobbing.

“And not everyone gets to spend a date in the ER you know. That’s definitely something worth telling our children.” He blushes at the mention of your future together.

“Do you have any idea how worried i was when you hit your head. What if you forgot about me like they show in movies. Just the thought itself is terrifying.”

“Dumbo, it wasn’t that big of a fall. And even if by the slightest chance, I end up forgetting you, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you again. For every lifetime.”

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

“I guess, it is.”

Just as you were about to lean in and kiss, you were interrupted by a resident on your case.

“Ms. Y/N, we are getting your discharge papers ready. I’ll prescribe you some pain meds and as for the bump on your forehead from the trauma, it will resolve on its own.”

“Thank you doc.” You both say to the resident.

“And yeah, one more thing, I would be really obliged if you love birds, could respect us singles here.” With that he left, leaving you and Jungkook foolishly laughing at how the entire date turned out.

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whyles · 1 year

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☆ ་ ׅ : cake — 柴柚葉

— [name] confessing her love to yuzuha.

request : yes

— fem! reader, use of [name], fluff

note : this is my first request and story. I hope it's good </3

[June 29, 2005]

The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky, and a gentle breeze was blowing through the trees. It was a beautiful day, with not a cloud in sight. The temperature was just perfect, not too hot, and not too cold. It was the kind of weather that made you feel alive.

It was Yuzuha's birthday, and [name] had been planning for weeks on how to make it special. She wanted to give Yuzuha a gift that would show how much she cared for her, and she also wanted to confess her feelings.

As Yuzuha arrived at [name]'s apartment, she was surprised to see that the place was decorated with balloons and streamers. A small table was set up with a birthday cake.

"Happy Birthday, Yuzuha!"

"Wow, [Name], this is amazing!" Yuzuha exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise.

"I wanted to make your birthday special," [name] replied, smiling nervously.

As they sat down to eat the cake, [name] could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was the moment to confess her feelings.

"Yuzuha, there's something that I need to tell you," [name] began, her voice trembling.

"What is it?" Yuzuha asked, looking at [name] with concern.

As [name] sits here in front of her, her heart is racing a mile a minute. For so long, She kept her feelings to herself, afraid of what might happen if she let them out. But she can't keep them bottled up anymore. She needs to tell her how she feels.

Yuzuha looked at [name] with concern. "I know that I might be putting myself out there and risking rejection, but I had to let you know how I feel," [name] said, taking Yuzuha's hand in hers.

"I don't know what the future holds, but I do know that I want to be with you, to stand by your side and support you through thick and thin. Will you give us a chance?" [name] asked, her eyes filled with hope.

"yes!"

one word, and yet it brings [name] so much happiness. Her eyes are now filled with happiness. A joyful smile across her lips. Laughing out of happiness.

and in that moment, Yuzuha finds herself staring at [name], trying to memorize every little detail about her. The way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, the sound of her laughter. It's like she's in a trance, and she never wants to snap out of it.

The sun seems to shine brighter, with a warm and golden glow that feels like it's spreading throughout your whole body. The sky appears to be a deeper shade of blue, with fluffy white clouds that seem to dance across the sky.

2023 © whyles ; kindly asking you to please refrain from posting my stories and account on other social media platforms, except tumblr. all works are made by whyles.

#tokyo revengers x reader #yuzuha shiba #yuzuha shiba x reader #wlw fanfic #x reader #yuzuha x you #yuzuha x reader #tr x reader #yuzuha fluff #tr fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers yuzuha #──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ tokyo revengers ୨୧

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wellhalesbells · 13 days

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ooh I didn't know (or, well, I probably knew at some point but my brain is full of holes, sorry 😞) you started with handwritten stuff? is that like, notes, outlines, or full-on excerpts?

chinhands, i'm fascinated with the inception of it all, where does it start, how do you magically make there be something where there used to be nothing? how solid and defined does a thing need to be in your head before you miraculously bring it out of the ether and into existence?

I definitely do not start with anything written. I always start in a Google doc and just hope I can outrace my shit memory, LOL. When I can't, what usually ends up written down are half-assed outlines if the fic has sprawled beyond what my brain can hold. Sometimes dialogue I don't want to forget ends up on there to punctuate the scene, sometimes vibes, but the point of it is to get the sequence of events down so I don't forget where I need the thing to go and what I need it to hit on the way there.

I wish I could say it needs to be super solid and defined for a thing to become a story (or for me to even want to write it down) but this fic exists because of this exchange that randomly popped into my head:

Erica: “Stiles will be there." Derek: “Fine.” Scott: “He won’t be there, though.” Erica: “I don’t care where Stiles is or isn’t.” Scott: “Then why did you—” Erica: “But if there’s somewhere you want Derek to be, there’s no better way to get him there than telling him that’s where your sidekick will be.”

that's it, that's all there was and then I was like: well let's not not finish this too so what's next? This fic literally exists because I was like: slush is a fun word, I don't use it or its imagery enough. SLUSH FIC. This because I wanted to make a Pokemon Go joke. This because I woke up overheated in a hotel room. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I COULD GO ON. I will say that most of the time I have absolutely NO PLAN. I have one line of dialogue or a location or imagery or just ~vibes (I wish this weren't true and that it also didn't account for such a LARGE PERCENTAGE, lol) and I build around it. I honestly think There's Monsters at Home was the only thing I went into like: ..... I think this is what I'm gonna do and even that was just like *splats up a sticky note* Sourwolf!Derek *splat* Demons!! *splat* Blind!Stiles *splat* Fire Monster. But even that is.... entirely more detailed than I normally start off with, lol, and I made myself track at the end of each chapter what monster was dealt with, how Stiles and Derek's relationship progressed, and how the Pack progressed. And that is WAY MORE PLAN than I'm used to.

#sterek #teen wolf #i'm so much chaos and soooo little planning #also i love how you ask me things like i'm a person who knows how to do things and that they're good things #i adore you i hope you know that #because i genuinely do!!#!ask

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yeehawbvby · 2 years

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 12*

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

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Phone sex. *audience claps*

Author’s Note: It's our first NSFW chapter ψ(｀∇´)ψ !!! Enjoy and take care x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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When we’re back in Pelican Town, Seb makes a pit stop at his house to grab my stuff for me, and then drops me off at the farm. I take a mental note to account for his bike — or people’s cars, too, I guess — when I plan my paths a little better. A small driveway might be a good idea.

The moment I’m through the door, I toss my bag, my hoodie and my pants onto the bed. I then pick up Cannoli, peppering his precious wittle head with a bunch of wittle baby kisses, while doing a happy wittle dance. So much has happened in the past two days, and I’m pretty hyped about it. Was never one for too slow of a burn in relationships... Granted, Seb and I aren’t in a relationship. But, like. You know.

I head to the kitchen for some water, plopping Cannoli down on the counter and turning on the faucet for him. Little man prefers to drink from there, which is annoying for obvious reasons, but I let him have it sometimes. As a treat. After chugging that shit, he hops off the counter and waltzes over to his bed.

I zone out, staring into the void while sitting on the countertop. I slowly sip at my drink, replaying the past few hours in my head. God, I got cock-blocked so hard. Which is fine, baby steps and all, but like, god. Seb truly has no business being so hot.

When I snap back to reality, I think back to his dumb little comment: “Think of me while you take care of yourself tonight, yeah?” Those words echoing in my mind alone is enough to make me shudder. You know, it’s only fair that I fulfill his request…

I look around, feeling silly about doing this right in my kitchen rather than under the blankets or in the shower like I’m used to. Lack of privacy as a teenager led to me having to be sneaky about any sexual endeavors, and then I was able to hear my neighbors so loudly in my apartment that I wound up keeping the tradition going. Obviously they couldn’t see me, but it made me feel safer.

Here, I really don’t have to worry about anyone — the farm is so secluded from civilization anyway.

My dominant hand strays down into my panties, which are damp as fuck from today’s events. I take advantage of the residual slickness to toy with my clit, not wasting any time to locate just the right spot.

I reminisce of Seb’s hands on my ass, his tongue on my neck, his hands on my neck. I lose myself in thoughts of what else he could use his hands and tongue for, picking up my pace, when suddenly my phone vibrates beside me. Scares the shit out of me.

Seb’s name is lit up, and I internally debate making him wait til I’m done for a reply. Then again, I could have some fun with this…

Sebastian > how are you holding up?

Hm.

I hold my phone out in front of me and spread my legs a little more, my other hand still lingering in my panties.

Tap.

< [IMG 00658]

< pretty good, i guess

Sebastian > (y/n)

< hm?

Sebastian > (y/n).

< what’s up?

Sebastian > (y/n) i swear to yoba…

< should i not have sent that?

Sebastian > oh no, you definitely should have

Sebastian > caught me by surprise

< i just thought you would want proof that i can follow directions 😌

Sebastian > that’s my good girl

I moan at the stimulation combined with his spicy name for me. I don’t think he’s even trying to sext, and yet that phrase is what’s going to push me over the edge? Hell no. I stop what I’m doing below me and give myself a water break.

< god, stop calling me that

Sebastian > don’t like it?

< oh no, i do

< too mcuh

Sebastian > wow, so much that you forget how to spell?

< fuck off

Sebastian > never. hold on a sec

I shrug, set my phone down and twist around a bit to pop my back. I pick my cell back up and oh my god he sent me a photo—

I scramble to type in my passcode, and when it unlocks, I’m met with something glorious: Seb, leaning back in what I’m assuming is the chair by his computer, palming his cock through his pants. The harsh blue light coming from his screen provides just enough contrast for me to see a lengthy shadow where his hand isn’t covering.

I guess we’re doing this together then? I shrug, smile, and resume my activities.

< wow

< impressive

Sebastian > thanks, grew it myself

Sebastian > can i call you?

< 👀 ok

My phone almost immediately rings. Homie’s wasting no time.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I do my best to sound casual. Ya know, as if I’m not jerking off right now. Comes out too breathy though.

“You having fun over there?” he taunts.

I halt my hand. “I mean… yeah.” I shyly reply.

“You sound nervous, (y/l/n). Hard to believe you initiated.”

“Sue me.”

“No thanks, too much work.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Ouch!” Seb laughs.

I can hear him typing in the background — oof, that keyboard sounds nice, it’s gotta be a custom build. Are those jelly pink switches? I wonder what keycaps he uses… I’ll have to ask him if I can inspect that sometime. Y’know, when I’m not getting off to him.

Shit, wait. He must be working on the freelance shit he didn’t get done during the day. That’s kind of my bad… I guess that picture he sent was just a tease, maybe?

“Am I distracting you from your work?” I ask genuinely.

“I can multitask.”

“If you say so,” I shrug.

“So, are you still, uh,” he pauses for a moment, “you know…?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, that fast?”

“No, I just took a break.”

“Oh, good!” he hums menacingly. “Break’s over.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Back to work,” he commands.

“Oh… ok.” I’m in shock, but oh my fucking Yoba above am I turned on too. I’ve never had phone sex, and I didn’t expect to pop that cherry tonight.

“Wow, that easy, huh?”

“What is?” I respond, a bit more… moany than I wanted to.

“Shit,” he chuckles under his breath at my, uh, reactions. “Getting you to follow orders.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“Not at all, it’s quite fun actually.”

I swallow back a whine then sass to him, “Glad I’m so entertaining to you.”

He sighs. “It’s really fucking hot, (y/n).”

His voice alone has me flustered sometimes, but hearing him say things like that… oof. His compliment gets a big moan out of me, and dominoes into a chuckle from him.

“God, that’s my new favorite noise,” he coos. “So are you really just obedient under pressure, or do you enjoy doing what I say?”

“I like it.”

“Good, then go a little faster for me, okay? I want to hear everything.”

“‘Kay…” I mumble, doing just that.

There’s absolutely no friction between my hand and my crotch, which is making the lewdest of sounds. My breathing is becoming more audible at this point, which makes me feel a little shy, but I ignore it and truck on. He hums approvingly. Seductively, even. Ugh.

My mind wanders, imagination running free now that I have a sexy voice chaperoning me. I start by thinking of Seb’s hand where mine is…

Oooh, nope, hold that thought.

My hand is doing this, but with his hand over it.

He’s forcing me to keep going by guiding my fingers. My thumb shakes against his while we rub my clit together. He gently glides the knuckles of my middle and ring fingers, pulsing them in and out of my cunt. My ass is pressed against his arousal as he sits behind me, watching me fuck myself in his lap. He used his long legs to keep mine pried open. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear…

“Good girl,” he praises on cue, in a tone I’ve never heard before. His voice is dripping with lust, even more than it was while I was straddling him on that log earlier.

I could cum just from that but I hold back, eager to see if he has anything in store for me.

“Fuuuck Sebastian, why do I like that so much?”

“Daddy issues or something.” Ugh, he’s probably right. I’ll be damned if I ever admit it though.

“You suck.”

“Oh, okay. Stop what you’re doing then.”

“Make me, nerd,” I stubbornly respond, albeit while slowing down.

“Given how composed you suddenly sound, I think I just did.”

Am I that easy to perceive? I roll my eyes and do things my own way again, totally about to lie. “You thought wrong,” I respond in a sing-songy tone.

“I’ll give you a pass this time,” he sighs. “What’re you thinking of?”

“You,” I shakily laugh.

This gets him to stop typing. I hear him shift in his seat, a smile shining through in his voice. “Imagining anything in particular?”

“Well, yeah, but…” He hums. I admit to him, “I’ve never really done something like this before.”

“What, masturbated?!”

“Yoba, no, I’ve done that plenty,” I laugh. “I’ve never done it while talking to someone like this, though.”

“Oookay, okay...” There’s an evil glint in his tone. “I’ll keep walking you through it then, yeah?”

“O-okay,” I mumble, a little nervous. After that sick little fantasy a second ago, I’m worried about how quickly I’ll let loose with him giving me a personalized tutorial.

“You’re still wearing that shirt, right?”

“Mhm,” I hum, no longer moving my hand at all. Saving my energy.

“Take it off.”

“Why?” I ask. It’s not like he can see anything.

“The thought of you undressing for me is sexy as fuck, (y/n).” Mother of god that was so blunt.

“Oh, cool, sure…” I meekly reply as I put my phone on speaker. I place it down next to me and remove my top, the chilly night air through the window to my right stiffening my nipples just about immediately. “Now what?”

“Get back to it, maggot.”

We both giggle. My cornball ass flashes back to when he called me that during the Egg Festival — the first day we started producing any overt sexual tension with one another, awww — but my own laugh quickly morphs into a pleasured hum.

The shuffling of clothes on the other end of the phone sends chills through me. I try to imagine what he looks like right now, leaned back the same way he was in that picture, but with nothing in my way this time.

Yoba, he probably looks so hot masturbating.

I don’t respond, but still obey his order, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how new of an experience this is. I trace lazy circles onto my clit and reach up to play around with my breasts in my other hand. My mind drifts to my kinky little fantasy. This time around, he’s guiding both of my hands.

“You’re awfully quiet, everything ok?”

“Yeah,” I moan. “I’m fine. Just nervous, I guess.”

Seb chuckles, “I can leave you alone if you want.”

“Fuck,” I mewl quietly to myself as I quicken my pace, before responding, “No, please stay.”

Letting out a deep and shaky breath, he responds, “God, you sound so hot right now.”

“Thanks,” I shyly reply, and he fucking laughs.

“So polite,” he teases. “Relax, baby." Holy fuck. "Just close your eyes and just imagine me doing all that work for you, okay?” he mutters softly.

Holy shit, he’s gotta be an actual fucking mind reader! Are you kidding!?

Or, that’s just a common fantasy to have, I guess… as Seb said, (y/n), relax.

He continues giving me instructions: tells me what paces to go, whether to rock my hips or be still, when to remove my fingers from my pussy and do something else with them.

I nearly fucking died as he said, with his own trembling voice as he touches himself on the other end, to lick myself clean. I never thought I could feel as vulnerable or turned on as I did while listening to him moan to the mental image and sound of me humming around my own fucking hand. At least until he told me how much he wished that was his dick instead.

That shit made me feel so embarrassed, but even more so powerful.

As we both settle into our own states of pleasure, silence washes over us. But soon, Seb sighs, almost sounding like he pities me.

“I really let you down earlier, didn’t I? I should be the one making you feel that good.”

“No, fuck, you were perfect, don’t worry about it”

Possessiveness from Seb is hot, which I jot down a mental note of. Too hot.

I feel like such a little freak. Everything he’s doing to me seems so effortless. Just his voice and soft demands and heady moans are enough to totally wreck me.

Since he’s stopped (affectionately) bossing me around, I try to imagine we’re in the same room, now. I'm here, and he’s, I dunno, next to me? Not many seating options in the kitchen yet.

Oh, I got it!

He’s standing in front of me, one arm caging me in place while the other pumps his cock, less than a few inches away from my core. We’re each chasing our own orgasms to the sight of each other...

Shit, the noises he’s making over the phone are working wonders for immersion.

Strumming myself more frantically and now focusing solely on my clit, I picture him matching my speed. Looking at me through hooded lids, as he silently urges me to keep my eyes trained on his. Mumbling the same self-soothing swears he’s voicing over the speaker in real time…

Shit. Too hot. Shitshitshitshitshit-

“Seb,” I whimper, “I’m really close.”

“Aaahah~,” he chuckles deliriously from his own pleasure. “Cum for me, (y/n),” he growls out of a deep moan.

Never having heard something sexier than that in my entire fucking life, I come undone for him almost immediately. I’ve never came so hard that I saw stars, either, yet here I am; losing my goddamn mind, body, and soul over this stupid sexy emo guy that lives up the road. His name spills out from my lips as I reach my free hand down to the counter, freeing my boob, and gripping the poor surface with all my might.

I hear Seb humming satisfactorily in the background. A soft, gritty “fuck” in between some heavy breaths tells me he just finished with me.

Yoba, that's so hot.

I lay limp for a second to cool down. Feeling bratty, I act accordingly before he can initiate any conversation himself.

“I kinda expected you to be the type to be all like,” I lower my voice to (poorly) imitate him, “‘You’re only allowed to cum when I decide you can, slut.’ Like, one of those super-dommy-daddy fanfiction motherfuckers.”

I can’t help but notice how out of breath I am from this experience as I speak, he better not point it out. I’m already having some embarrassed post-nut clarity without any taunting.

“Fucking hell, (y/n), is that what you think of me?” Seb laughs. Goooood, he’s breathy too.

“No,” I giggle, “not entirely at least.”

“Well,” I hear him reposition himself as his chair squeaks a bit under his weight. “Given you just admitted to being somewhat of a fanfiction connoisseur,” he keeps talking as I groan, annoyed by his absolutely correct observation, “do you want me to be like that?”

I think for a moment, “It would be nice if you just sort of… you know, did whatever you wanted to me. Not necessarily like that, but, like,” I trail off, shrugging as if he can see it, like a dumbass. “I dunno. Just like, control me or whatever.”

“Yoba, you naughty bastard.”

I take the phone off speaker, holding it back up to my ear while using a napkin and some water to wipe my wetness away.

Ignoring his comment, I ask, “So… how’s that module going?”

He scoffs out a laugh on the other end. “Eh, I got a little distracted from it.”

“You called me,” I defend teasingly, hopping down from the counter to stretch. I lean my elbows on it in front of me, ducking my head down to rest atop my arms.

“I know, it’s fine. I have coffee to keep me going for the night.”

“Remember to take breaks.”

“Don’t you worry about me. You’re the one who needs rest, I think.”

“You don’t know that.” I squat in front of the fridge, seeking out a bedtime snack. “I can stay up with you if you think it would help,” I bashfully offer.

“You’re sweet,” he chuckles, “but I’ll be ok. Shouldn’t take too long, anyway.”

“Whatever, loser.”

I sit down on the ground with a bag of baby carrots, dipping ‘em in hummus and snacking as Seb and I converse some more. Normally I struggle to hold dialogue for too long, but with him, everything feels so natural. Like, we just comasturbated over a phone call, and now we’re shooting the shit while he does his work, no weird things attached. This is so fucking cool.

What feels like a few minutes passed, but when I look at the clock I notice over an hour has gone by.

“It’s way past my bedtime,” I acknowledge. “You’re on your own, kid.”

He scoffs a mumbled “kid” before adding, “Dream of me.”

“Screw you.”

“With due time, young grasshopper.”

I roll my eyes, but can’t help the laugh that comes out of me. “Goodnight, fucker.”

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twentyfive-takefive · 4 months

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How I'm Entering 2024: Tips + Tricks I'm Implementing Next Semester and the New Year

From graduating high school to finishing my first semester of college, I'd say that a lot happened in 2023. I closed one academic chapter and started a new one, learned anything and everything I could get my grubby little hands on, and took in so many new experiences just being a student. I wouldn't trade 2023 for the wold.

At the same time, this shift left me frazzled once I was able to take a break from the hustle and grind of college. I mean, I went from a set schedule and needing to ask my parents for permission to do things from being left to my own devices in a new town for school where everything was on me to get to tomorrow. (I literally got a job on campus? And my family didn't know until I told them a month after I got it? Crazy, right?) I almost lost my sense of time when I was in school, and possibly my sanity if I'm being honest.

With 2024 being the first year with two semesters exclusively in college, let's take a list to see what I'm bringing into 2024 to bring me back to reality. From tips and tricks to mindset shifts, let's end 2023 with a bang and start 2024 on the right foot.

Having Consistent Rituals

2023 brought a lot of instability with the anxiety of college admissions, fears of graduation and the unknown that came with it, and how my life got uprooted when college came around. Let's just say, I didn't have a lot of things happen twice. I couldn't even predict what would happen next!

What brought me solace last semester were my morning and nighttime rituals. It was the consistency and accountability that I had to hold myself to within these rituals that brought me relief and calm. These signaled in my head that it was the start of my day, or to get ready for bed. I knew that was what I needed to maintain in other aspects of my life.

Now, notice how I specified that these were "rituals" and not "routines". Yes, these physical actions came out of a routine, but the routine came from the mindset that these were rituals honoring myself. These rituals honored my health, beauty, and well-being. In 2023, the only ritual I had was my skincare routines. The cleansing of my face washed off my worries of the day, and the moisturizing of my face protected me from the impurities of my environment.

Skincare was the only ritual that I had in 2023. It was my rock, knowing that me, my products, and the mirror were the only things in the world when I had them. In 2024, I'm expanding that mindset to journaling and fitness. They say your body is a temple, why not honor it when you can?

Time-Blocking

Time-blocking is the act of dividing your day into specific blocks of time. Rather than having a to-do list that expands throughout the day, each time block is designated for the tasks you set up for yourself the day before. This leaves you with time to actually do the tasks you've planned before instead of thinking of what to do on the fly and suddenly remember what you need to do.

The trick to time-blocking is figuring out the priorities of certain tasks. For a student like me, these tasks can be homework for my classes, figuring out topics for club meetings, organizing playlists and talksets for my radio show, coming up with drafts for this blog, et cetera, et cetera. With homework, there's also how to prioritize all my classes as all my classes are equally important. Should the homework that I can knock out in less than 10 or so minutes go first or last? Are there any classes that I'm not doing too well in? These are a lot of questions that need to be asked.

In 2023, I had a to-do list that forever expanded and never ended. I couldn't see myself ever finishing all my tasks, even if I did because there's always something else to do. In 2024, I'm making sure I can do what I can do to stay efficient and spare time for myself.

Romanticizing Studying

Thanks to Molly from @berry-notes for this, but romanticizing studying will be IN for 2024. I know that I personally could never romanticize studying because I knew that I'd stay distracted and find something else to do while I'm supposed to be studying. There's so many ways to romanticize studying, especially when you read her quick tips. The tips that stuck out to me were mini-vlogs, study drinks, and finding a study place.

These tips tie back into the consistent rituals that are coming with me in 2024. A study space is the physical shrine where I honor my academic talents. Study drinks are sacrifices to fuel my sessions. And mini-vlogs? Well, they're just darn fun. I love a good content session. After all, I run a studying blog for Christ's sake. In 2023, I barely studied. In fact, I don't think I did any deep work for over an hour each week. That's a bit concerning.

(Molly, if you're reading this, good luck with NYU! I hope you get in!)

2023 was a year that I think many of us would like to forget, mostly because of the defining events that came out over the years. If you ask me, 2023 is a year I'll never want to forget. I graduated high school and started college! This year brought so many adventures that I'll cherish forever. I can't wait for what's in store for 2024.

That's all I have for today. If you like what you see, follow me here, on Instagram, and X/Twitter. More blogs are on the way!

#twenty five take five #study o'clark #studyblr #studyinspo #student #university #new year's #2024 tips

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A note to my future self for quitting a job of 5 years of basically hell.

I am not sure how I got myself in this mess of a business. I could make a whole list of everything I been through at that job and I know I am stupid or was dumb for staying.

Tomorrow I am going in to tell my boss I am quitting and for personal reasons I really do feel it’s time and that I’ve endured a lot pain there.

I don’t plan on telling him this of course however he is much aware of a sexual harassment going on and it’s not only with me but many girls reported it to him. I do blame myself for not reporting further things …. However it’s more complicated than you think. Or maybe I fucked up I made this whole thing complicated and feel guilty yet I shouldn’t about everything.

I find him to be unprofessional and a pervert it’s that’s simple. I did allow it to continue for quite some time off and on with other coworkers witnessing this too.

This past febuary I injured my back and neck and found out I was suffering with a pinched nerve in my neck. I still continued working somehow no matter what …. I was in extreme discomfort and pain. Maybe another reason I let it go because literally I felt not in my body and very fatigue 24-7.

I know it’s no excuse and I do hold myself accountable….. but I refuse not to be accountable for everything. It’s not only because of him I want to quit but also I’ve been feeling quite drained lately and back to that story about my pinched nerve…. I feel this job caused me these health issues. I also worked when I had strep and flu last winter and it was torture literally so painful I felt like I was going to faint.

I’ve never felt so depleted. I am done. Once and for all. I do feel betrayed as well for other private reasons I shall not speak of now, but yeah these just my thoughts.

I will quit tomorrow and hold my head up high despite quitting I know I need to for my own sanity and respect. I will drive myself insane staying much longer than another two months even.

Adios. Salam. Time to cut ties. But for good this time and I’ll feel relieved afterwards because I don’t have to deal with these toxic fake people

#fake people #fake #work environment #saying no #goodbye

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Strange Love Chapter 12

Songs referenced: Bark at the Moon by Ozzy Osbourne and Time Warp from Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Shoutout to @realeddiemunsonstandup for helping me come up with this chapter MONTHS AGO. Like I'm talking back before I even had chapter one written. This chapter is my favorite so far to have written and I hope that you all enjoy it. As always, if you like the series and wanna be added to the taglist, please let me know in the comments. Shoutout to my bb @mvnsoneddie86 for reading over every chapter and making sure I don't sound like an illiterate mess

Masterlist:

You woke up and were already in a terrible mood thanks to the fight you had with your mother last night. She was going on about applying yourself in class more, being more accountable at home and needing to take on more hours at work: The Good Ol’ Mom Guilt Triple Threat. On top of it all, today was the anniversary of when Rob cheated on you with that bitch Misty. You just had a sinking feeling you would see them today so you debated playing sick and decided to get out of bed. You got dressed in a pair of black jeans, an oversized sweater and your lace up boots. You went downstairs expecting to see your mom but instead found a note on the counter in her place.

Went in to pick up an extra shift. Try to have a good day sweetheart. I love you

Happy Halloween

Love, Mom

Of course she was hiding after the shit she said last night, you thought. You decided to say fuck it and not go to school. You laid back down on the couch and tried to fall back asleep but after a few hours, you groaned checking the time. 10:47AM. You got up and grabbed your keys and headed out the door, your day completely changed by your shitty mood and spontaneous decision making skills. You got in the car and almost laughed at the song choice. Somebody’s Watching Me blasted through the speakers. You backed out of the driveway and took off towards Family Video. The drive was quick thanks to the lack of traffic. You arrived right at 11 as Steve was unlocking the door. He looked up at the sound of your car and looked at you with a confused smile.

“Hey Y/N aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Steve asked as he looked at you.

“Yeah but I wasn’t feeling it today. Can I rent some movies before everyone comes in and takes everything for granted?” you ask as Steve opens the door for you.

“Yeah of course. Is everything okay?” Steve asked as he took a look at you. You seemed sadder than normal and Steve hated seeing you like this.

“It’s a rough day Steeb. I just need Rocky Horror, candy and sleep,” you say plainly as you head to the shelf where your favorite movie waited. You grabbed Carrie, Alien, Friday the 13th, Day of the Dead and Evil Dead as well as a bag of popcorn and some assorted candies.

“Do you want any company? I can come round when I’m off at 4 if you want to hang out,” Steve offers, knowing exactly why you feel the way you do.

“No it’s okay I’m not gonna be very much fun to be around today and plus it's Halloween. I know you’ve got plans with Ali so don’t worry about me,” you say.

“Y/N you’re one of my best friends so I’m gonna worry about you. I just wish I could do more,” Steve said.

“Thanks Steve. I think I just need a day to myself. We can hang out tomorrow though?” you offer him.

“Sure Y/N” Steve says as he hands you back the tapes.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow okay?” you say, sliding him a 5 dollar bill for the snacks.

“Okay Y/N; I’m holding you to that.” Steve says as he waves you goodbye. You wave back as you leave. You got back in your car and started to drive towards home, mind racing over what had happened last year. You had never been hurt like you had when Rob made you feel like a fool who was at fault. The betrayal you felt when you walked back to that old wooden garage. You wished you hadn’t investigated those noises that night. The hurt you felt from Rob’s harsh words calling you a prude, a bitch, ugly and many, many other untrue things but at that time you believed it. You thought about the rage when you punched him the way your brother told you to: thumbs in, follow through, push up if you’re aiming for the nose in order to sever the nerve. You thought about how you ran to the fire in tears that night and how the one person who made you feel okay that night was Eddie Munson. What would’ve happened if you had stayed with Eddie instead of going with Steve? Would you and Eddie have become friends sooner? Would you be friends now? Either way, you got a better group of friends and your sense of self back. You changed trains of thought thinking how blessed you were with Ali, Robin, Steve and Eddie. Whenever you were with them, you were so much happier and able to be yourself. You didn’t have to hide parts or aspects of yourself

When you arrived at home, you were in a better mood. You grabbed your movies and snacks and headed inside, putting everything on the coffee table. You choose to start off with Evil Dead and got yourself set up with the candy in bowls and your drink on the coffee table while the popcorn popped in the microwave. Norm hopped up on the couch and took his spot at where your feet would be. You grabbed the popcorn and put it in its own bowl before returning to the couch right as the movie started. You got comfortable and watched the film to completion, enjoying the peace and quiet of the house to yourself. You were about to put in Day of the Dead when the phone rang. You were confused as to who would be calling and even debated sending it to your answering machine since you weren’t feeling like dealing with people. The answer machine beeped.

“Hey you’ve reached the L/N’s. Sorry we missed your call. Please leave your name, number and a detailed message and we will get back to you. Have a great day!” the machine said in the recorded message your mother recorded when you first got the device. When the machine beeped again, you heard a very familiar voice belonging to your best friend.

“Y/N? Are you there? Come on, pick up the phone. You didn’t come to school so I got worried Ali and Robin hadn’t seen you since yesterday. Are you alive?!?” you laugh at his over dramatics as you got off the couch and go to the phone, picking it up and ending the voice message.

“I’m fine Eddie. I just don’t wanna deal with people today,” you say into the phone.

“Oh thank God! I thought you were hurt or dying,” Eddie breathes. You laugh at his reaction.

“I’m fine, Eds. I just don’t wanna be at school today because it’s a hard day,” you admit.

“Want me to come over and cheer you up?” Eddie asks.

“Sure Eddie you can come over after school,” you say, “Also how’d you get my number?”

“I pestered Ali into giving it to me with the promise of checking in on you,” Eddie admitted.

“I’m not at all surprised,” you say.

“So what are you doing for the day if you’re not here?” Eddie asked.

“Movie day. I rented a bunch of horror movies and I’ve got snacks,” you say.

“Sounds like a good day to me Y/N. What? Okay fine. Hey Y/N I gotta get to class but I’ll be over as soon as class gets out okay?” Eddie says as you hear a bell ring.

“Okay Eddie sounds like a plan. I’ll see you later,” you say as you hang up the phone. You went to your living room again, switching the tape to Day of the Dead and you go to lay down on the couch, Norm warming your feet as you lay down, covering yourself with a blanket. It didn’t take long for you to get relaxed and fall asleep to the sounds of the horror.

Eddie’s pov

12:45pm

School couldn’t be any more fucking boring without Y/N. I hadn’t realized how much she makes the day go by easier. I’m really worried about her. She never not comes to school. I always see her before lunch at least once but she was nowhere to be found. So here I am at lunch, marching up to the smart kids table to ask her best friends about her. This ought to be a fucking sight considering some of them are already staring at me.

“Hey Ali?” I ask as she turned to look at me with a smile.

“Hey Eddie. What’s going on?” she asked.

‘I haven’t seen Y/N today and I was just wondering if you had seen her in class,” I said with concern. Fuck don’t give away too much.

“No, she wasn’t in class either. Maybe she took a sick day,” Ali says.

“Do you happen to know her number so I can at least call and check on her?” I ask. I knew the second I did ask that, it changed everything and I didn’t care. Y/N was one of the most important people in my life and in high school’s eyes, she’s my girl.

“Yeah. Hang on a sec and I’ll write it down,” Ali said as she fished out her notebook and a pen from her backpack.

“So what’s the plan for Halloween?” Robin asked.

“I was gonna hit a party for work then go see what Y/N was doing. What about you guys?” I ask.

“We’re going to some party over off Cherry Street that we promised we’d show up at but we might stop by if you guys are gonna be there late,” Robin says, “And send her our best obviously.”

“I’ll let her know Robin. What are you going to be this year?” I ask curiously. Robin was nice and fun to be around and I didn’t have anything against her personally.

“I’m gonna be Stef from the Goonies and they’re gonna be Andy and Brand,” Robin said, gesturing to Ali implying Steve would be Brand. “What are you gonna be?”

“Let’s just say it’s gonna be a surprise,” I say, flashing a wicked smile. Ali handed me the note with her number on it.

“Give her my best and I’ll call if we’re about to come over,” Ali says with a smile.

“Thank you ladies. Have a spooky Halloween,” I say as I walked back to my table.

“What was that about?” Gareth asked as I took my seat at the table.

“Nothing, just needed to ask Ali a question,” I say, hoping they wouldn’t push it.

“So what are we doing for D&D tomorrow Eddie?” Mike asked as everyone’s eyes turned to me.

“You’ll have to wait and see Wheeler,” I say with a smirk.

1:15pm

As soon as I got off the phone with Y/N, I knew something was wrong. She doesn’t just not show up for school, that’s not her. I’m going over there and I’m gonna make that girl smile. I headed to the parking lot and got to my van, thinking about how I was gonna make her day one way or another. Wait, I’ve got it! She literally said she was gonna be watching her favorite movie and dressing up as a character from said movie. I started the van and the sounds of Ozzy started playing as I got the hell outta there and headed towards home to go change. She better smile after this shit…

1:45pm

How the hell do girls do this shit? I’ve literally almost ate shit like four times getting from my bedroom to my van. Don’t even get me started on how long it took me to get down the three stairs I do have. I’ve gotta give women more credit when I see them in this stuff. I’m finally on my way to her house and I couldn’t be more anxious to see her. I try to zone out to the music that’s playing but my nerves are running rampant because I’m so excited and nervous to see her. How will she react when she sees my costume? Will she laugh? Will she smile? Will she be freaked out? Well there’s no going back now. I zone out and start singing along to the song playing.

“Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him bark at the moon. Years in torment buried in a nameless grave. Now he has risen miracles would have to save. Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you’ll hear him bark at the moon . Hey yeah, bark at the moon.” I sang as I finally turned down her street and slowed down, checking to see which of her neighbors were home. Luckily, none were since it’s only 2 o’clock.

I parked in her driveway behind her and got out, grabbing my backpack. I walked up to the door, humming to myself and tried to open the door but it was locked. I knocked a few times, hearing Norm bark but no one came to the door. Anxiety settled in from being out in public dressed like this, I walked back to the van and took off the heels, storing them in the backpack. I was not about to break my neck doing this. I took a deep breath and looked at the garden ladder and tested its sturdiness. It didn’t seem to have any problems supporting me as I started to climb up the ladder to the roof. God I hope no one is outside or driving by right now. I made quick work getting up but when I swung my leg over, the sliding snagged my fishnets and ripped a hole in them. I huffed in frustration before moving on, moving quickly to what I thought was her window, the second from the left. I looked in and saw her Steve Nicks poster, confirming it was her room. I jimmied open the window with ease and slid in. She wasn’t in her bed so she had to be here somewhere. Norm came bounding up the stairs in alarm but deflated his aggression when he saw me.

“Hey buddy. Sorry to scare you. We cool?” I ask as I extend my hand. Norm immediately comes in for pets of affection and I close the window with my free hand. I stop after a minute or two due to the sounds of screaming. I book it down the stairs to the source of the screaming only to find Y/N asleep on the couch with her hand still in a bowl of candy and Day of the Dead playing in the background as someone is being torn apart by zombies. Y/N had at least bothered to get dressed today in a pair of black jeans and a big sweater. I laughed a little at the sight before me. I almost felt bad for trying to wake her up but here we go.

“Hey Y/N” I tried. She grumbles and turns to face me, eyes closed as I crouch down to meet her eyes.

“Hey Y/N. Wake up sweetheart,” I say, slightly shaking her. She moans slightly.

“Mmmm Eddie is that you baby?”

Holy fuck. She just mumbled my name in her sleep with the pet name baby. Holy shit. God I wanna kiss her so bad right now and just say fuck his friends thing. Fuck I wanna take her right here, right now but I can’t. I can’t cross that line yet. Soon but not now. Fuck but she’s so pretty and so innocent looking. Fuck.

“Hey Y/N. Wake up,” I say, shaking her one more time, harder than this time. Her eyes open this time, meeting mine in surprise then contentment as she relaxed.

“Hi Eddie.” she says in a small voice.

“Hi Princess. I told you I was gonna check on you,” I say with a smile as I brush hair out of her face.

“Thanks Eddie, you really didn’t have to,” she says.

“Nonsense, I absolutely did have to. You’re my best friend plus I don’t dress up like THIS for just anyone,” I say, standing up in my fullest glory. She starts to look at me from head to toe. God now I’m shivering with anticipation.

YOUR POV

I literally couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Eddie “The Freak” Munson showed up at my house dressed up as Dr. Frank-N-Furter from my favorite movie. IN FULL DRAG REGALIA. PEARLS, GAUNTLETS, FISHNETS, CORSET. He really went all out with it and I’m actually losing my shit right now. Okay I admit it: I have a crush on Eddie Munson.

“You look absolutely amazing Eddie! Oh my god! Is this what you were planning and you kept it a total secret from me!” you say totally shocked.

“Yep! Took me weeks to get the details right but I wanted to make you smile because I know today is a hard day for you,” Eddie says. You feel touched he went through all of this for you.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say.

“Do you wanna talk about it at all? It might help you feel better,” Eddie offered. Part of you wanted to just swallow in on yourself rather than talk about your feelings but it was Eddie asking and he wasn’t one to judge someone.

“I couldn’t deal with seeing Rob and Misty today. I’ve been fighting with my mom over college for like a week and I feel like I’m under so much stress I could just break at a moment’s notice,” you ramble.

“I get it. Is there anything I can do to help you?” Eddie asks as he sits down on the chair closest to me.

“Just stay. I can’t deal with people today but I wanna hang out with you because you make me feel better. I guess in a way you always have,” you realize.

“What do you mean Princess?” Eddie asks, eyebrows quirking up.

“Do you remember last Halloween? How we met?” you ask.

Eddie’s POV

Did I remember it? Fuck it was the night that changed my life. She came up to the bonfire, similar to how she had a few weeks ago, but the first time she was in tears, holding her hand in pain as she kept repeating the word “Bastards” over and over again.

“I remember a little witch emerging to the bonfire from the woods holding her hand in pain and she asked me if I had a cigarette. I gave it to her and lit it for her. She told me she was having a tough night and I listened to her story of heartbreak,” I recall.

“You listened Eddie! I spent the last year before that with a man who didn’t listen. You even helped me stop my knuckles from being broken by resetting that one,” she recalls.

“Oh my god that’s right! Sorry about that by the way,” I say, remembering her scream when I did reset her finger since she forgot to throw with her thumb tucked in.

“Don’t be. I needed it in more ways than one,” she says. I continue to relive that night and I remember how hurt Y/N was and to this day, it infuriates me how someone could do something so cold-blooded to someone who fits the cookie cutter mold. It’s almost like this girl was the girl I’ve spent the last year searching for and she’s this close to being mine.

“Anyways. What are our movie options since we’re not paying attention to this one?” I ask, changing the subject so I could stop thinking about her for a little bit.

“Um, some basics like Alien, Rocky Horror, Carrie and Friday the 13th. I already watched Evil Dead,” she says

“Could we watch Friday the 13th?” I ask as I get up to take out the current tape. She wolf whistled when I had my back turned.

“Nice ass Munson,” she complimented and I thanked Satan for having my back turned to her because I was definitely blushing as I shook my ass a little extra.

“Enjoying the show?” I tease as I replace the tape.

“Oh yes. More please,” she joked. I continued for a minute while the previews started, getting really into my dance before making my way back to the couch.

“Make room” I say as she scoots up and makes room for me behind her. I squeezed in and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close. We watched as the opening scene started: a pair of camp counselors sneak off to have sex and get stabbed. She jumped a little of the jump scare so I pulled her closer.

“I got you Y/N. No reason to be scared, pretty girl,” I say as I brush her hair softly from the back. The movie started to explain the backstories but I found myself thinking about her. How I was able to make her happy and make a bad day for her turn into an okay day. I hope she knows she does the same for me. We watched Friday the 13th, Carrie and Alien. I tried not to laugh when Y?N hid her face in my corseted chest during the chest burster scene in Alien but protected her nonetheless.

“Alright. Go put your costume on. If we’re gonna watch Rocky Horror; we’re gonna do it properly.” I say to her, patting her on the thigh to signal her to get up. She laughed a little but complied, going upstairs to go change I assume. I grabbed my backpack and started to grab my lunch pail out when the phone rang. I debated answering it but it wasn’t my house.

“Could you get that?” Y/N yelled down the stairs.

“Sure!” I say back as I got up to run to the kitchen. Fuck!

“L/N residence,” I say as cheerily as I could muster.

“Uhhh..Y/N?” a voice said that I could recognize a little bit.

“She’s busy at the moment. Who could I tell her is calling?” I ask seriously.

“It’s Ali. Who the fuck is this?” she sneers. I laugh in relief.

“It’s Eddie. She’s getting changed right now into her costume. She’s doing okay now but I’m not sure how she’s gonna be feeling later,” I admit.

“Oh thank God, it’s you. I thought it was some stranger. Okay I’m glad she’s doing okay. We’re about to go to Jimmy Gershwin’s party then we might stop by afterwards,” Ali says as Y/N walks down the stairs in a bedazzled gold blazer, matching top and bow tie with striped shorts, black tights, blue socks and black heeled shoes. She looked amazing, it made me super glad I decided to match her costume.

“Well if you end up not being able to make it, meet us at the movies tomorrow at 8?” I say as Y/N got closer.

“You got it” Ali says as she says she’s gotta go and hangs up.

“Who was that?’ Y/N asks.

“Oh it was Ali saying she was going to some party but was checking on you,” I say taking in her costume again.

“Well I feel better now thanks to you,” she says with a smile.

“You look amazing,” I say to her, earning a bigger smile.

“So do you Eddie,” she says. “Want a drink or something?” She offers, going to the bar in the kitchen, heels clicking against the linoleum.

“Sure surprise me?” I ask as she grabs a few bottles. I watched as she started to mix up some of the liquor into a shaker thing.

“How do you know how to do this?” I ask.

“My dad taught my brother and I early on so he didn’t have to make his own drinks,” she admits.

“Where is your dad now?” I ask.

“With Sharon,” she says venomously. “I’m kind of the reason my parents' marriage ended but I couldn’t just sit on the lie and see my mom live a lie,” she said as she walked to the fridge and grabbed an orange.

“I think you did the right thing,” I say to her as I sit at the counter.

“I do too but like I miss having a dad” she admits sadly.

“At least we’ve got awesome uncles who can fill that role” I note as she looks at me with a sadder smile.

“You’ve got a point” she says as she slices two big slices of orange and puts them on the rim of the glasses.

“I’m sorry you’re going through so much,” I say genuinely.

“It’s okay. At least alcohol exists,” she says as she shakes the drink for a few seconds before pouring the drinks perfectly. She puts the shakers in the sink and walked towards me with drinks in both hands.

“You ready for this?” I ask taking the drink from her dominant hand. She nodded and led the way towards the living room, putting her drink down on one of the coasters as she started the last movie. I followed her lead and put my drink down as I settled into my spot on her couch. She returned to my side, leaning forward to get her drink. We watched as the floating lips introduced the film and she sang along to every word. When the Brad and Janet storyline started, I grabbed my drink and took a few big gulps. Damn, it was really good. She really did know how to make a drink. When it came time for the Time Warp, Y/N put her drink down and grabbed my free hand.

“Dance with me?” she asked with her best puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t resist. I got up, putting my drink down and following her instructions. When the time came, I did exactly what she said: I jumped to the left, stepped to the right, put my hands on my hips, put my knees in tight, did my best pelvic thrust and rolled my hips in circles before jumping back and forth with her.

“Perfect! You did great Eddie.” she complimented as she kept dancing. We continued to dance for the rest of the song and smiled at each other when we finished.

“You definitely are Frank-N-Furter tonight Eddie Munson. I really can’t believe you did all this just for me. Just…thank you.” she said emotionally. I immediately pulled her into my arms, hugging her closely.

“I just want you to be happy Y/N” I say honestly.

“I am, Eddie, for the first time in a really long time.” she says into my chest.

“Good. Let’s toast to it in fact.” I say, pulling away enough to grab her drink and hand it to her. She takes it and I grab my own, raising it.

“To my best friend in this world. May she have all the happiness in the world because she deserves it. May she find more happiness in the upcoming months and find herself even more than she already has,” I say, bringing my glass to hers to clink. I notice tears in her eyes but she says nothing as she drinks a big swig of her cocktail. I do the same before setting it down and sitting back down on the couch. Y/N joins me and takes off her heels, pulling her feet under the blanket and laying down into my side. I wrap my arm around her and rub my thumb along her bicep in circles. We stay like that for the rest of the movie, only moving to drink our cocktails which were finished before Frank-N-Furter slept with Brad and Janet. I could feel her putting more support on me, signaling she was tired. I debated carrying her to her bed now but decided to wait until the movie was over. By the time it did end, she was almost asleep again.

“Hey Y/N” I try.

“Hm?” she answers.

“Hey we’re gotta do those dishes before bed otherwise your mom will know that we got into her stuff,” I warn and she slowly raises off the couch, stretching out her body. She got up and went to the kitchen, filling the sink with soapy water.

“I’m gonna go change real quick” I say loudly to her, grabbing my backpack and getting out my spare change of clothes. I went to the bathroom and started to take off the bottom part of my costume, undoing the garter belt and stripping off the black leather underwear and fishnets, swapping for my boxers and pajama bottoms. Much better, I thought to myself as I tried to undo the corset but couldn’t reach around my back. I sighed in frustration before exiting the bathroom and going back to the kitchen. Y/N was almost done with the dishes.

“Hey Y/N? Could you help me out?” I ask. She looks up and sees me motioning to the corset. She nods and comes behind me. Her hands, warm from the dish water, made quick work of getting the thread loosened and within minutes, I was freed from my trap and able to breathe normally again.

“Thank you,” I said, taking it off fully and putting it in my hands.

“No problem. I’m gonna change into my pajamas. Are you gonna stay the night?” she asked, eyes lighting up.

“If that’s what you want” I say.

“It is,” she says as she goes upstairs. I smiled at the thought of her wanting me around as I started to clean up the rest of the living room, putting the tapes back in a stack and putting all my stuff back in the backpack, making sure to hide my costume well. When she returned in her pajamas, she called for Norm and let him outside. I followed her with the joint and lighter in hand. She was seated in one of her patio seats and I took the other one, lighting the joint as I settled in.

“Are we going to school tomorrow?” I ask as I exhale my hit.

“I wanna say no but I already know my mom is gonna be here in the morning so we kind of have to,” she says.

“Well it should be easy. Everyone will either be hungover or worried about the football game,” I say, passing the joint to her. She takes it and hits it, holding the smoke for a bit before exhaling.

“Do you ever think about leaving Hawkins?” she asks before hitting the joint again.

“Like all the time. What’s on your mind?” I ask as I take the joint back from her.

“How everyone is so worried about reputations. What would it be like to be in a town where your reputation didn’t mean shit? Like a –”

“Fresh start?” I offer as I exhale my hit.

“Yeah exactly,” she says, “Maybe college can be my fresh start away from here but my mom wants me to stay close and go to Purdue or University of Indiana or some shit like Leo did. The perfect fucking song,” she spat at the end with an eye roll. “I think I’m good on that actually. You can finish it,” she says as she sits there in silence for a few minutes, clearly trying to work something out for herself. I smoke the rest of the joint and stub it out before tossing it somewhere in the yard.

“Ready to go lay down?” I ask as Norm comes back to the porch. She unhooks him and opens the door for us, Norm leading the way as we went to her room. She laid down in her bed first, taking the right side. I turned off the light and made my way to the bed, crawling in before pulling her close.

“Goodnight Y/N. Sweet dreams” I say as I get comfortable.

“Goodnight Eddie, thank you again for today,” she says in a small voice.I leaned forward and kissed her head.

“Anytime Princess” I say as we both drift off to sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of her.

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