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simonisferal · 10 months ago

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cruel summer — scara x gn! reader

"and i screamed out for whatever its worth, i love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?!" — taylor swift

ansgt, one sided pining, reader is oblivious, reader is in a relationship with someone else (guess who), drunk reader, he cries, argument, jealousy, friend zoning ("like an older brother"), mention of chiscara/scarachilde (exes), tartaglia's an instigator

part three of dance with me

you two went as life was. scaramouche hadn't planned to tell you the truth any day soon—maybe when you two got into a relationship but if not, it'll never be mentioned again.

you continued the routine of partying and scara had to follow, for the sake of making sure you don't make anyone your second. it was like having a scary dog privilege but the dog was 5'3 and he only attracted people instead of scaring them away.

you'd get drunk and he had the audacity to forget what happened the last time you did, getting drunk himself and repeating the cycle of confessing and ending up in your place. he remembers most of the encounters now, he drinks more briefly and when you offer to dance, he doesn't hesitate to lend you his hand to the dance floor.

is that manipulative? probably. but it's maybe the only way you'd actually see him as more than a friend. it's not like you care to try to remember, convincing yourself that scaramouche takes you home and takes care for you. in a way, yes but it was far more intimate than that.

so with his unannounced feelings, you figured that he was okay as your best friend. i mean, who wouldn't? scaramouche hadn't expressed any interest in you and he's like your older brother in a way, a protective older brother.

it slips out. he wasn't supposed until your month anniversary with him—his ex.

at a party—like always, it didn't seem to slip your drunken mind that your boyfriend had shared friends with you. you wanted your best friend to approve of your maybe future husband (like scaramouche ever would).

"scara, scara! come!" he thought you were asking to dance again and he was about to tell you no like he had for the past weeks but eventually gave in until he saw you were holding some guy's hand. maybe they was pestering you, he thought. how he wished that was the case.

but no. it was tartaglia. you giggled when you saw scaramouche's eyes widen, nudging your boyfriend in the ribs. "this is my boyfriend! ajax, this is my friend, scara!" they stared at each other.

the tension was thick. scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows as he couldn't believe his eyes. that guy is with you? like, with you? this isn't a pathetic joke, right? obviously, right?

tartaglia places a hand on your waist, pulling you in closer to him. "yeah, we know each other! ain't that right, scara?" the mentioned male resists the urge to punch the fuck out of your boyfriend. he bites his lip and looks anywhere but your eyes.

he sighs, "we used to date." he expected a scream from you but you only laugh, holding both of them close to you.

"awww!!" you babble. "that means i don't have to introduce anyone!"

scaramouche and tartaglia look at each other with a peircing glare as you hug them. they both weren't about to let you go for each other. tartaglia uses the chance to kiss your cheek since you're so close.

... you giggled, swiping his face away before kissing his cheek back. scaramouche couldn't tell what was worse: the fact that you were dating a ginger or the fact you kissed a ginger. either way, he's starting a fight.

if anyone asks him what happened next, he'd tell them that he didn't know, that he didn't control himself—he only saw red.

he punched tartaglia. hard.

the blow was hard enough that he stumbled back and tartaglia held his nose as it bled. "what the absolute fuck dude?" the impact was loud enough that the lpud music stopped and every drunkard turned to you three.

you held your boyfriend by his cheeks, gently pressing his nose for signs of a bruise or broken bone. tartaglia's breath hitches and scaramouche can tell he's doing it on purpose, to make it seem like it hurt. you turn to scaramouche with a glare, "what is wrong with you?" your voice isn't as soft as he'd expected it to be. it wasn't soft or loving at all.

he himself didn't know. he only looked between you and tartaglia and his hands clenched back into a fist when he saw him smirk.

"nothing is! he's awful, [name]!" he shouted.

he didn't seem to mind that he was in a public space or that he was the one who was awful on your eyes. tartaglia only managed to make the matter worse by fake crying in your arms. he laid his head on your chest, sobbing on your shirt.

it made scaramouche's blood boil, "he's obviously faking! didn't you see the smirk on his face?! i'm not the crazy one here!"

tartaglia had the fucking balls to disagree, lifting his head barely off your chest and wailing, "you're crazy, scara.."

scaramouche stepped up to punch him again, maybe actually make it hurt but you stepped in. "get the fuck out of my sight, scaramouche." you told him. "i don't want to see you ever again."

he surprisingly flinched back. he stays quiet for a moment, stunned. you seriously weren't siding with tartaglia, right? you wouldn't do that to him, you wouldn't betray him, right?

he growled, "why?! because tartaglia doesn't want me near you?! are you planning to follow that selfish prick's word like a damn do-?!" he was too furious to see you let go of your boyfriend and stand in front of him. but he wasn't delusional enough to not feel your slap.

it hurt, bother physically and emotionally. you just hit him. you, the light of his life—the love of his life.

you can't stand him and he can tell. the sly grin on tartaglia's face doesn't make it any better. "why are you so interested in me and my relationships anyway?! it's none of your business who i date."

he couldn't help but blurt it out. you just weren't understanding, were you? god, you are so oblivious!

"because i'm in love with you! i love you so fucking much it hurts! i can't stand seeing you with somebody else!" scaramouche clenches his fists as tears ran down his face. unlike childe's, they were real. and unlike childe's, they weren't wiped away by your loving hand or shushed by your sweet voice. you only stood in silence as did everyone else who watched the poor man spill his heart out to you.

he wanted you to comfort him, he wanted you to run up to him and hug him, he wanted you to do so many things. but you did nothing. you only looked away from him and cared for tartaglia's 'broken' nose.

the silence was deafening and he only heard your sweet words towards a man who wasn't him.

so he ran.

he ran back to his apartment, forgetting everything he left at the party; his wallet, his car keys, and his love for you.

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6okuto · 10 months ago

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Headcanons about Ais as a biker?? PLEASE

(Ais being the leader of a biker gang (or not), I need this, please)

I'm not sure if I wrote correctly, so I apologize for my English.

BIKER AIS HCS

gn!reader | always nice to see the ts fandom alive. AIS!! and your english is awesome don't worry friend! ^___^

i have minimal knowledge about the intricacies of Biker Gangs And Their Leaders but i get quite a few biker videos on my explore feed!

he wouldn't have one of the silly helmets that are designed to look like a bunny or cat but enjoys the sight of them! especially if you're wearing one. unless you're like, using the bunny's ears to hit him LOL

revs his engine when asked with little hesitation, especially if it's a kid or group of teens because he enjoys their reaction. sometimes he'll tease the person and pretend like he can't, or he asks what he'll get in return. but he ends up doing it! unless their reaction is annoying.

i'm not saying ais would hide his license plate and have strangers signal to him that cops are coming from the sidewalk but i'm also not saying that isn't a possibility? like if that Did happen, he'd give them some sort of "thank you" signal or nod

if he's riding with a group (not necessarily as a leader, just like, friends in a club) i can see him at a red light, running to turn off someone's engine. not out of malice, but because they were both pranking each other or 'fighting' beforehand LOL

if you're able to ride on the bike, he expects you to ask before he even gets to offer the option LOL. if you can't or you don't want to, he's just as happy to talk about his bike, rev it a little, tell some stories and show off maybe.

the thing is when you ask he doesn't give an easy yes. he's like, you know, i don't really take passengers. you sure you're up for being a backpack? ever ridden before? this is a privilege few have etc etc. but as soon as you're a little nervous, he's reassuring you and promising you'll be fine, just hold on to him and keep the gear on

him coming to pick you up on the motorcycle and making it a whole thing of looking Cool and Mysterious. and you roll your eyes like "Wow You Nerd" as if you aren't also a little flustered

cool jackets...ais in a cool leather jacket... the gloves.... i know his ts outfit works for the summer but biker ais has to put away his heavier gear and it's just a little annoying LOL. autumn fan!

you have to be careful about staring at him when he has his helmet on because he can see you while you can't tell where he's looking. "see something you like?" "how long are you gonna stare?" etc.

ais with his sleeves rolled up, smoking, leaning by his bike. yeah. i mean yeah.

goes on long rides by himself to cool off or get a break. he's found a few hidden away places through it that he takes you to. "are you taking me to the woods to kill me" "? there's a cool cave up ahead, what's up with you"

he ends up at a bar with the rest of his club, and he's swirling his drink around in one hand, the other texting you at home. his friends glance over when he lets out a puff of laughter, or if one notices him smiling at his screen, and he hasn't told them about you, but they can kind of connect the dots that it's somebody that they want to meet.

^ especially if he was a leader. like Oh? who's this keeping him amused and smiling? and you know as soon as they meet you they're making jokes and sizing you up. ais tells them to back off while wrapping an arm around you and moving past them woahhh

you hanging out with him while he fixes or works on his bike. you're so obviously focused on his bare arms and the way he reaches for the tool box that when he finally looks at you incredulously, you're just like. What. and he knowingly smirks before laughing like, can you please stop ogling and pass me the wrench over there?

#touchstarved game #touchstarved #touchstarved ais #ais x reader #q

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mahs-dumpster · 6 months ago

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Confrontation.

a/n: ever since I went back to catch up with the Savanaclaw manga I had book 2 daiggie brainrot UGHHH– I can't escape them, I'm always thinking about them😔 so here💔

cw: oc x canon (Ruggie x Daisy)

Words: around 1k

“Ruggie Bucchi.” Ruggie’s ears twitched at the sound of his name, his head moving towards the people walking in his direction. He clicked his tongue upon seeing the familiar faces of the same group who had trespassed Savanaclaw’s territory the other day. “We need to talk.” He observed as the blonde girl said, crossing her arms and standing tall in front of him, the others right behind or beside her.

He looked at her carefully, then to the other guys around her, and chuckled, a smirk following right after as his eyes met hers again.

“Sorry, I’d love to give you my full attention, flower, but maybe when we’re alone?” He joked, knowing the magicless girl would have a funny reaction just like she did when he teased her during their Spelldrive match. Her eyebrows furrowed and her cheeks went red, but she stood her ground. That he respected.

“Concerning the state of injuries that have befallen prospective Spelldrive tournament players,” The housewarden of Heartslabyul interrupted, making Ruggie's attention be diverted to the redhead. “we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

“Mind stepping outside real quick?” Cater continued and Ruggie made a face at that. This wasn't good… he needed to do something fast.

“Alright, I get it. How ‘bout we stop with the threats?” He got up, his ears twitching anxiously as he followed the group outside. He glanced at Riddle's magical pen.

That could work.

“Alright.” Riddle said. “To make sure we won't have any inconveniences, I’ll be casting my Unique Magic to–”

“Ah, you sure about that, Riddle-kun?” Riddle's eyebrow raised at that as Ruggie’s smirk got wider. Daisy looked at him suspiciously. “You shouldn't be casting spells without a mage stone, should you?”

Suddenly, the group began searching for their magical pens, only for Ruggie to reveal them in his hands.

“You guys surely had a privileged upbringing, huh? Emptying your pockets was child’s play.” He laughed, Grim pointed his little paw at him with annoyance.

“When did you use your magic to do that?!” The cat-like monster asked.

“As if I’d need magic to do something like this.” Ruggie turned around, waving with his free hand at the group. “Sorry, I don't really like being beat up black and blue so bye-bye!”

“Hold it, you thief!” Daisy called, looking at Grim with a frown. “Grim, come on, let's go!” After she said that, she took off, Grim right behind her as Riddle and Cater found Ace and Deuce, ordering them to follow the hyena beastman if they wished to be a part of the Spelldrive teams.

‘Those selfish morons’, was what Daisy thought, but she couldn't waste time laughing at her friends or looking fondly at them, right now, she had a thief to catch!

…Except he was incredibly fast, and was able to think quickly when taking a detour to slow them down. Daisy wasn't exactly athletic, and at this rate, if she didn't think of something, they’d lose him from sight!

Her brown eyes diverted to a corner, she quickly stopped Deuce and asked: “does this lead to the Courtyard?”

“Huh? Yeah, but why– hey, prefect!” Deuce called before the girl took off down that path, running as quickly as her legs let her. She had memorized the school at this point, Ruggie seemed to be heading towards the courtyard, she couldn't be 100% certain but if she wanted to catch him she needed to take risks.

She could never outrun him, not even in her best dreams, but she could use a shortcut.

Ruggie looked behind him as he reached the courtyard, he couldn't even see the guys following him anymore. He smirked and played with the magical pens, throwing them in the air and catching them with ease, pleased with himself.

They weren't anywhere near his level, he had way too much experience running away from people, of course those privileged kids would never–

The beastman fell to the ground as something – someone – pushed him. His back hit the floor as he groaned in slight pain, the magical pens hitting the floor. His wrists were being held by a pair of hands and on top of him was the same pair of brown eyes he had mocked earlier.

The prefect of Ramshackle dorm.

“I pinned you, thief!” She smiled victoriously, her breathing heavy from how much she ran. She frowned at the boy underneath her, her grip on his wrists tightening as he seemed to widen his eyes in surprise. “Now–” she paused to breathe for a moment. “–you’re gonna cooperate and answer our questions. Am I clear?”

Her eyes seemed to pierce through his soul, and despite the situation, Ruggie couldn't help but feel like he'd seen her before. He was so sure he had met her before somewhere, it was the same when he first met her in the botanical gardens looking for Leona, when he had stolen her furball’s sandwich, and every other time they’ve interacted. Not only that, her touch on his wrist felt familiar. Like he had felt it before. But he couldn't have seen her, she wasn't from Twisted Wonderland.

But why the heck was he letting himself be guided by all these thoughts right now?! Wake up, you idiot!

“Alright, alright, I get it, let me up!” He complained, ignoring how fast his pulse was beating. He furrowed his eyebrows as he huffed in annoyance. “You win, princess, I’ll cooperate.”

The girl seemed to ponder whether to trust him or not, staring at him hesitantly. Still, she nodded, seemingly trusting him finally, and letting his wrists go free.

And that was her mistake.

Soon enough, her back was against the ground, the hyena staring down at her with that annoying smile of his. “Pinned ya.”

Daisy clicked her tongue, trying to get out of his grasp in annoyance, but he quickly moved close to her face, making her hold her breath and stop moving, her cheeks growing red and her heart beating by the sudden proximity. Ruggie chuckled. She was so easy to tease.

“Do me a favor, next time you try to catch someone, make sure you at least have evidence.” With that, the boy got up, running away from the Courtyard as he heard footsteps approaching, leaving Daisy on the ground, dumbfounded.

“Daisy!” Grim called, making Daisy come back to reality and sit down, looking at her cat-like friend. “What happened, did he hurt you? If he hurt my hench human I’ll–”

“Ah, prefect–” Ace interrupted, crouching down near her level and pointing to his own ears. “Where are your earrings?”

As Daisy blinked, her hands quickly moved to her earlobes, realizing her late mother's pearl earrings were nowhere to be found. Her eyebrows furrowed and she got up, screaming at the direction Ruggie had gone.

“Come back here you coward! You thief! You– ugh!” She muffled a groan with her hands and Deuce and Ace eyed each other, shocked at the amount of frustration Daisy was displaying. The blonde looked at the both of them with determination. “Boys! We’re gonna catch those guys if it's the last thing we do!”

#twisted wonderland #twst #oc x canon #twst oc #💌! mah writes #twst yuu #yuu twisted wonderland #ruggie bucchi x yuu #twisted wonderland ruggie #💌! daisy #💌! daiggie

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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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The Musketeers Reaction: A Rebellious Woman

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

[Starting out with both Athos and Flirt; a good start for both of us] Whooop whoooop!!

Le gasp

Oooooof, poor girl

Well shit, she ded

Oooop!

Men. 😤😤

[Bruh, this woman going for the Musketeers for why]

“As sane as you and me. Or me anyway” 🙂

Oooop plot twist

Ooooop!

Tantrum? “That allowed?” [*simultaneously* "Is that allowed?" Louis sounded so confused ;aldskfj] 😂😂😂

Ew men! Well, man! But still

[For an episode that started with Athos and Aramis, they haven't been in it much :( (just wait tho)] Ooop… You said that and they appeared 🙂

Ooooooop… Tantrum! [tbf, wouldn't you throw a tantrum if some dude wrote a pamphlet saying some other dude can have you killed?] Fair!

["That's very, very shocking" Sir, your Twelfth Doctor is showing]

Bruh. Your wife. [*simultaneously* Also. SIR. YOUR WIFE. IS RIGHT THERE] !!! LIKE HAVE YOU EVEN EVER LOOKED AT HER!?! (Flirt has)

Oooop ["Probably only mental vacancy" Biatch]

Poor Athos is getting heart eyes and his wife is just standing in the background

[Forget beauty; trauma's apparently the flirting style to choose] Ma’am’s gonna get ded

😖😖😖 [Ah, yes, have a *bone*]

Oooop! Now Athos has heart eyes! Er, heart lips? Heart everything

Ma’am that’s gonna get you DED [not saying that he's concerned about this, but] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Ooop! Ooooooop!!

[Do you see what I mean, btw, by the Cardinal's scheming and misguided but not completely, totally evil? Like, he's definitely better than this dude] I do! [He's actively like. Okay, whoa, I said she was insane, I didn't say "deal with her firmly", is she reallyyyyyy a heretic?] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

["I'm sure his face was a picture when you kissed him" Yeah, but Milady don't care at alllllll] 😂😂😂😂

😦 OOF [ngl, he's got a point… She kinda needs to consider the consequences of what she's doing. I have so much analysis about this ep, oml] LOL But also ☹️☹️☹️☹️ oooof

😂 Mentally he’s like say no say no say no

Ack, would not want to be alive back then

"It ended badly?" "You could say that" He says with a smile

[She just ran smack into him ☠️]

Well damn BY HER HAIR ☹️☹️

[The bookssssss] 😭😭😭😭

[His face tho]

Oooop the fingers! He goes "four girls" and holds up his fingers and they literally are all pointing in different ways

[Someone's pissedddddd]

“Take this… but like… I want it back” [*simultaneously* Sir just gave away his gift from the freaking Queen]

“We all gotta accept our fate in life.” Everyday I wake up poor with a bunch of attitude filled hellions I think the same thing, chick 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

– – –

Jezebel: I can’t think of much to say… but Athos was giving the star lady the smoulder. Putting Flirt to shameeee! Then of course it all went to shit

Wench: Ma'am, I honestly don't get how you watch this and are like. *shrug* Not much to say. (All affection possible, to be clear.) But like. I'm watching it and I'm like. HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD THE PARALLELSSSSS

Jezebel: Cause Athos is your beloved not mine 😂

Wench: Yeah, but you didn’t see the Aramis one either

Jezebel: Ok yeah no I didn’t 😂

Wench: Anyway, go on, say the parallels you’ve come to see

Jezebel: I’m not good at picking up parallels 👀 until they are pointed out. Or I know to look for them. And I mean… damn you! Just say them then, wench

Wench: Well, you’ve got: privileged noblewoman who has an idealistic view of the world and acts in the way she thinks is right accidentally getting people hurt in the process contrasted with Athos, who we know was a nobleman, and who was a bit naive/idealistic when he fell in love with Milady, and who got Thomas killed as a result. Which, to my mind, is why he takes her to the morgue. Is it harsh? Yes. But it's the same wake-up call he got when his brother was killed, and he knows where Ninon is heading if she keeps on her path.

Jezebel: And ahhh. Yes so that’s again a lot deeper than the parallels I assumed you meant, which were: strong independent woman? Enter Athos heart eyes. Woman may be deceitful? Aaaaand now she’s ded. Enter Athos broken heart eyes

Wench: Well, with the exception of the ded bit (because I’d not spoil something like that during midpoint, for shame!), that basically is the second parallel. (I had this already typed up before you sent that, so pardon the repetition, BUT.) You’ve got: Athos fell in love with Milady (a fierce, independent woman) and trusted her, and she ended up being very much not who he thought she was and killing his brother as a result. Fast-forward a great many years of self-loathing, guilt complex, and abstinence, and you’ve got Ninon (a fierce, independent woman) with whom he’s at least entertaining the idea of something happening, and he trusts her word that the girls aren’t there, and he finds out that no, actually, she lied to him. Which is (part of) why he’s so angry right now. And I'd wager another part of that is internally motivated because it's a second time that he lets himself put trust in a potential romantic interest and gets burned for it. (*snort* literally. Wait. WAIT. LAKSDJFL;KADSJFLKADSFJLKADSJF That's funny!!! Tell you during endpoint)

Jezebel: Ok lol

Wench: Anyway. Those are the parallels. Respond at will

Jezebel: Except Milady killed the brother herself and Ninon just taught the girl to think for herself and she acted out on it foolishly. Which, yes, the blame still can lead back to Ninon but I don’t think it makes her a bad person. Sooooo team Athos and Ninon for me 😂 Unless she is only in this episode and then never mentioned again… Then team fuck you writers 😂😂

Wench: You'll see what happens. Though, I will say... It did kinda seem like she encouraged the note thing? "Oh, lemme write this for you and then tell you that the Queen is a sympathetic ear *wink wink*" is kinda. Active. And, also, like I said... a lot of it is a matter of trust. She gave her word, he kindaaaaa vouched for her (but, more importantly, bought the lie), and then it turned out to be false

Jezebel: Fair!

Wench: I interpret it as: He thinks her goal admirable, but also thinks she's going about it the wrong way. She asked for his trust and abused it. Etc. Also, I'm sorry... I like Aramis; you know I do... but he annoys me sometimes. He acts like he knows all the details of a situation a lot of the time when he just... doesn't? And I feel like someone with eyes could see that?

Jezebel: No you’re right 😂😂😂😂

Wench: So, like, in the episode where they go back to Athos' estate, he keeps picking fights and worming for more information and even bringing up the vaguely bitchy "how many servants did this place have?" and stuff without reading the fact that This Is a Serious Development. He's actively opening up to them a bit, in an extremely painful way, precisely because he does care about Porthos, but Aramis is just being. Annoying. Or in this episode with the "she was protecting the girls, not deceiving you." Yeah, that's true. And intellectually, I'm sure Athos gets that. It changes nothing about the emotional side. And Aramis doesn't know about Athos' past, so you'd think he'd have a bit more care/curiosity and a bit less judgement

Jezebel: Yeah that’s fair!

Wench: I mean. They've known each other for like. Five years. Minimum

Jezebel: Trueeee! *Sigh* Dammit Flirt! You’re making me look bad for liking you

Wench: I will say... Anne (Milady), Ninon, Sylvie (not that you know her yet, but still). Buddy's got a freaking type ☠️

Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂😂 executed

Wench: Ma’am. Shut up (aff). Anything else for midpoint?

Jezebel: I’m good if you are 🙂

– – –

Ooooop you sure ma’am?

“This is family business” *Hand raised aggressively* Oh no

Ooooop

Cause women do have brains and thoughts of their own 👀

Ackkkk I couldn’t have livedddd back thennnnn [*You* couldn't have? Ma'am, you don't like conflict; you might have hated it, but you'd be physically fine. I'd be burned at the stake as a heretic in a fucking millisecond] ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oooooop she poisoned ittttt [Where’d you get that from? alskdjf] The way she held the cup ☠️

[Once again: the truly wonderful state of trials at the time]

Now I know she poisoned it

Oooop!

[His expression 😭]

Seeeee I hold grudges ☠️☠️☠️ so I will struggle liking Milady if she ever isn’t the bad guy anymore. Maybe she’ll leave without a reformation arc but like. Nah

[HER SMIRK! What a bitch alksdjf]

How has it been proven [As I said… courts are great]

Respect for the queen! Proof she has a good heart, too, ‘cause her husband has been goofily eying Ninon all episode

“What will I do if he dies?!” DIE! You will die!

Ooooop… Poor queen

Ma’am, what does it matter if she was Aramis' girl? YOU ARE MARRIED [Ma’am. You act like the sanctity of marriage means anything. Literally two seconds. After you were just talking about how you couldn't survive. The lack of autonomy.] It was a joke Wench shush

[Portamis' side-eyes alskdjf] 😂😂😂😂 ["How do you know about Madame de la Chapelle?" "Her whole life is a lie" Bravo, Athos, that's very clear. Very informative.] Right 😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️

Sweet lord this man

“You think I poisoned him?” Yep

40!?!? Sweet lord [Good news… She can follow the path of all wives these days and just. Affair] 😂😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️

Why would he willingly drink out of another glass of water after that

Ooooof ☹️☹️☹️ [Ah, yes. I'm sick. Let me fondle this bone] A KNEE BONE [*Ah, yes. I'm sick. Let me fondle this *knee* bone]

And I’m a jealous bitchhhhh 👀

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[To be fair, she didn't only betray her own sex. She betrays dudes more regularly, in fact] Fair… She’s just a betrayer of all things [Yup! Also… I'm sorry, but I do kinda love Milady. In a love-to-hate kinda way. She's just so delectably... morally fucked] 😂😂😂😂 You would ma’am! [I always loved Irene Adler too] Evil loves evil 😤😮‍💨 [Rude :( I feel attacked] Because you are ma’am 🙂 (aff)

And sir you will be going to hell for a lot more than just your relationship not being intact

[Athos is. Very Determined] He is!

Buddy… He said open his mouth, not lean in for a kiss [Portamis banter] You too Port

[ATHOS, STOP TOUCHING IT IF IT’S POISONED] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [I KNOW YOU'RE NOT BIG ON SURVIVAL BUT STILL]

Oh the priest guy poisoned it

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Mood, Port [Because the Cardinal is the only one who can call off her death and he wants to save her alsdkfj Duh] … true 😂 God, to be alive during these trials

My dude why did you look?!!? You. Idiot.

[Damn, Athos, you speed-running the rescue]

Ack the intensity

Athossss [Also, more parallels here I'ma talk about in endpoint]

["I'm not a cruel man. Just a practical one." Like I said: true neutral] Very practical

Well damn 😦 [I mean. She do be alive tho] That’s true… But also, that’s so unfair [Indeed]

[Buddy, that be called blasphemy]

☠️☠️☠️ They go… we can hear you

[I love Peter Capaldi. And his accent is awesome] Yessss

[Oh shit more parallels]

And sad Athos again… Well, damn. Buddy can’t catch a break. [Ma'am, this is one of my favorite characters; happiness is exceedingly fleeting for them] ☠️☠️☠️

💔💔💔💔 [Poor Constance] Damn ☹️☹️☹️

[OH SHIT IS IT THIS SCENE? OH SHIT IT'S THIS SCENE. d'Artagnan.exe has stopped working… "I love you.” *blue screens* “I mean... respect and admire" "Say it again?" "I respect and admire you?"]

👀👀👀👀👀👀

OMG!!!! Awwwwwwww [This can't possibly go wrong] She is marr- fuck it, I ship ‘em [Ma'am has a het ship?!?!?!?!?! WHOA!!! (Yes, I recognize that I'm one to talk... shut up)] 😂😂😂😂 I love it tho! That was adorable!

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Jezebel: Omg! 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 this was just an emotional roller coaster! Poor Athos! 💔💔💔💔 Like 🥺🥺🥺 buddy deserves to be happpyyyy! And it just gets ripped away from him! Like for once (and you know I like Aramis more 😂 but still) the heart eyes was aimed at him! And then it’s just like… nope. Nuh Uh! Not happening. She’s exiled now! And by the cardinal… the one his wife is working with! ☹️☹️

Wench: Not that he knows that, I don't think. Or does he? I can't actually recall

Jezebel: True, but WEEEE know 😭 I don’t think he does

Wench: Poor buddy

Jezebel: I don’t think he would have tried the little he did to save the Cardinal if he had 😂😂

Wench: Nah, he would. You underestimate his sense of duty/honor. It's like when he had to apologize to the Duke of Savoy… That was exceedingly humiliating, especially given the Duke's responsibility in the Savoy betrayal, and the fact that he felt his duty outweighed his sense of honor/pride is telling. Also, there would have been no other way to save Ninon; the Cardinal issued her order of execution, and he had to rescind it.

Jezebel: True!! I keep forgetting they needed him for that ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: And, finally, I do think there's a degree to which having the Cardinal helps. Because he's the King's right hand, essentially. His advisor. And a) it'd make France appear weak to have the advisor to the King be killed, especially by an emissary from Rome. And b) he does help the King on a lot of things. We tend to see his scheming side, but, again, at least this incarnation actively helps when it suits him.

Jezebel: Yeah his flip flopping gives me whiplash 😂😂

Wench: :)

Jezebel: And nooo, but Athos! Buddy straight up gone on his knees and begged 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

Wench: And, just gonna remind... Athos was a nobleman. Pride and honor are bound to be pretty damn important. It's why the whole duty vs. love thing with Milady shook out the way it did; he had to do his duty, not just because of the King's ruling, but also because of his own sense of right and wrong... but it's tearing him apart because he did actually love her. (Kinda does, in some ways.) And he might hate himself as a result, but his honor still means a lot to him. Like in "Commodities" where the guy asks, "How do I know you won't betray me?" and Athos' response is a vaguely insulted, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." All of which makes clear how significant this was by putting that supplication into context.

Jezebel: ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Wench: Thank you, thank you... I'm here all week! Follow me for more painful analysis. (And it's not JUST Athos analysis, to be clear. I pay attention to the others too. Like the Savoy thing. But like. Athos be interesting! I have put him under a microscope like a bug)

Jezebel: Also ack! I just feel so bad for himmmm ☹️☹️☹️

Wench: alskdjflaksdjflksadf Now you understand why he is my beloved

Jezebel: Athos be just your type of angst… The tragic hero that can never be happy!

Wench: a;lskdjf;lakdsjf TO BE FAIR!!! (And this isn't too spoilery) That isn't FULLY true for Athos

Jezebel: Which part, first or second?

Wench: *whistles* Or… Well. I guess I can say. The second.

Jezebel: Aight so the first implies enough 😂😂😂

Wench: Hmph

Jezebel: Anyway! I’m sorry I don’t think I will ever like Aramis and the Queen, unless they start having more scenes together to build a relationship. It’s just feels like purely lust rn. And this isn’t me just shipping Flort talking lol Which is also why I was like Hmph about her being jealous

Wench: They do have more later

Jezebel: Fair ☠️ But idk I just don’t like it ☠️☠️ But I do like her, so let that be said… She is so sweet and I feel bad for her 💕☹️ just not enough to ship her and Aramis ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Okay, but you haven't actually said why you dislike it… I, personally, think Aramis is an idiot for it, but I'm fond enough of them both that I'm on-board. As a passing ship that I don't obsess over but don't dislike

Jezebel: (Can you tell I’ve been writing I am not using my nickname 😤😤😤😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨)

Wench: asdlkfj

Jezebel: Well mainly just because I don’t see it. Other than he saved her and she gave him a necklace ☠️☠️ But also the thing about Aramis being an idiot! Which it sucks because you should get to be with the one you love and she was forced into a loveless marriage

Wench: You do realize he's been protecting her for years, right? Just because they only recently started interacting, doesn't mean there's not history of some kind. (Which is actually what's so insulting about the pilot episode. The King doesn't even know who Athos is despite them being there for years as some of the best in his regiment. So the Queen has likely interacted with them to a decent degree)

Jezebel: That true and fair! But I’m reacting to what I see ma’am! So Hmph 😂😂😂😂😂

Wench: Anyway, moving on. Milady thoughts?

Jezebel: I don’t likeeee herrrr 😤😤😤 lol! But also I think I missed why she was even in the place with Ninon in the first place 🤔 Or did the Cardinal send her after the death?

Wench: She was gathering dirt on Ninon to get her to stop. He wanted someone in there getting information, basically

Jezebel: That’s what I thought!

Wench: Also, going back to the Athos/Ninon parallel from earlier: Both end up giving up their money/lands/etc in response to tragedy, basically rewriting their lives/identities, and moving somewhere where they continue preserving their ideals but to a less obvious degree. And I was laughing about the "got burned for it" earlier because both relationships literally end in fire and flame. Milady burns down the la Fere house and Ninon is almost burned to death.

Jezebel: 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 trueeeee

Wench: And then there's one final parallel (that occurs to me right now)... From Milady's POV, Athos intervened (extremely spiritedly) on behalf of Ninon and called of the execution, but had not been willing to do so for her. Obviously this isn’t full fair, since a) Ninon’s actions were only considered criminal because they were inconvenient, not because they were actually harmful, thus he would have done the same for anyone and b) he’d been living with the guilt of killing Milady for long enough that the situations aren’t comparable (e.g. he might have been able to think that he could take comfort in Milady’s execution being his duty the first go-round, but he knows that he can’t by the second go-round). But there ya go

Jezebel: True so you see why she’s upset… not that she deserves to be upset but you see it 😂😂

Wench: I understand why you don't like Milady, but I do think it's important to note that she does have a rather sympathetic story. I know things that make her even more sympathetic from later in the series, but you know some of it already... If you look at it from her perspective, she's spent her whole life shoved into the role of criminal to survive, and she keeps asking for someone to understand. And every time, she gets rejected, and she's back to being a criminal, but she just wants someone to understand. To recognize that she's not as bad as what she's been forced to do. But she also tells herself she doesn't care about that --- she tries to force herself to not care about that --- and years of having to survive some way or another have worn down her morals. So she's in this loop.

Still Wench: She's a street criminal but she finallyyyy finds a way to be happy, a way to love and be loved in return... and then Thomas finds out about her path and snaps, threatens to tear her life down, and she can't bring herself to trust that Athos would be able to (in terms of emotion or in terms of the law, it's a mix of both) see past that, so she kills him. And this betrayal/murder is what truly drives Athos away (except not even that, because he clearly still loves her in canon), but she sees it as just more proof that she is a criminal, will be a criminal, and can't be loved because she's a criminal. And then she goes and gets a job from the cardinal where, guess what, she's once again committing crimes for the sake of survival. But she's still so desperate (much as she doesn't want to admit) that she even goes to a confessional to try and get absolution, and the priest rejects her --- condemns her for her actions despite the fact that God is supposed to be forgiving, tells her she's unforgivable --- so she gets pissed.

Jezebel: Oh gosh that’s a lot ☠️☠️😮‍💨 I was like what happened 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Her entire life is a cycle of trying to survive, and then every time she tries to live --- to be recognized as not having much of a choice, to be seen as more than what she's done --- it gets snatched away. So she steels herself, goes on with what she has to do, and the cycle repeats.

Jezebel: Yeah, I can see that once you say it. Like with Sam! My biggest flaw in being a reactor is I don’t look deeper than what I’m seeing (and I’ll miss parts 😂😂☠️☠️) but once it’s pointed out I can really see it!

Wench: Anyway… anything else?

Jezebel: I think that’s all I have!

#jezebel (pr)#musketeers #the musketeers #bbc musketeers #bbc musketeers reactions #athos #porthos #aramis #d'artagnan #portamis #s01e07 #a rebellious woman

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bluerevs-a · 10 months ago

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watches the corner of her lips twitch, and it's a certain win in his eyes, so he doesn't even bother suppressing his smile. it's a reminder that, yeah, he would do it all — ply himself with alcohol, wear the red nose, jump off of anything, even just to earn a crack of her grin. "i encourage you to watch. you're the inspiration, after all... but you want a front-row seat? you'll get the all-inclusive experience alright, you're gonna be in the splash zone." when nolan had first met her, everything that came out of his mouth was in an attempt to get under her skin. so when he quickly discovered that affection made her recoil, it was suddenly all that he had for her. and then, somewhere in the midst of all of his pestering, all that affection had become tangible. as she was spouting off the most heinous people and events anyone could think of and assigning him the blame, nolan was teeming with pure, unadulterated endearment. he nods along with every threat she gestures, each utterance causing a wider smile until he was sure that his face would crack. "god, you really do want me so bad. not only is that a lot of work on your part, but you'd create a legacy for me. and fuck, my parents could finally shut up about me making one myself." this feeling in his chest was unmistakeable, and assigned only to her. nolan knew, though, that marley was a battle that he may never conquer. the minuscule glances that she had allowed him of her vulnerability were too few and far between, not even enough moments for nolan to count on a single hand. if he were an open book, she was a chained padlock. yet none of this could really deter him. she was the only thing he felt tenacious about. his lips are pressed into a tight line, head nodding bitterly as he can quite literally feel marley's words sink and twist. it shouldn't hurt, none of their exchanges were meant to hold any water, but god, it fucking mutilated him. "mm, well, just remember... 4pm." can't even disguise all of his acrimony when he says, "but when i'm a ghost, i'll be in your god damn walls. so, good luck with that." he's looking for his out. desperately searching for any valid reason or passing excuse to get away from her, to not have to sit in her orbit for another moment. "yeah, well, we all have our crosses to bear. imagine how i feel, if great value elvira is my favorite out of all my options." if nolan weren't still nursing his wound, he probably would have told her that all of his other conquests had dwindled since he met her. but, luckily for both of them, he can't shake his ache. "well, my child psychologist used to say that i sought out what i couldn't have because i grew up privileged. so, i guess you're like... edging personified. or, maybe just a shitty lesson." he pauses, kisses his teeth. her demeanor has shifted, and he can never read her, but something feels different about her line of questioning. "... this is all assuming you don't want the real reasons. am i right?"

“ what ? if it’s because of me, i feel like i’m entitled to watch, ” it’s followed with a shrug, ignoring the subtle buzz of alcohol in her system, how it allows for the beginnings of a smile to tug at her cheeks. she hates it, the way he makes her feel–– she hates feeling anything at all that isn’t anger or contempt. and despite how she pretends, she can’t seem to hate him, not even for a second. “ i don’t think you really want me in your room or part of the plan–– i’ll write a note framing you for everything. the zodiac murders, crop circles, all the bigfoot sightings, 9/11, ” gestures as if she could go on and on, that her list was endless. and sure, she might be threatening him currently, and constantly blocking and unblocking his number from her phone, but fuck, he was the only person at these stupid fucking parties who she found entertaining enough to talk to, despite his melodrama. and maybe that’s why she feels like ruining it, why she chose to dig at him tonight, inviting someone else along, pretending he wasn’t there the whole time. why her words ring out, now, slurred slightly but caustic all the same, even if they're tinged with dishonesty. “ nolan, i can guarantee i won’t be thinking about you or your instagram comments when he kisses me, ” and maybe that was a little harsher than intended, considering she wasn’t planning on kissing the other at all, tonight, but marley would rather die than take it back, than utter an apology. instead, she continues on, trying to disguise her complete disbelief at how she could actually be his favorite when she just said something like that. “ god, i must have done something horrible in a past life, then, to be your favorite, ” she mumbles, but there’s something inside her that’s softening. whether it be the alcohol infecting her bloodstream or just the idea of actually being someone’s favorite for once, she’s unsure. “ honestly, i say the most heinous shit to you, and you say shit like that. why do you even like me enough to keep trying ? is it all the brain damage ? ”

#･ﾟ∗ nolan ⸻ thread .#butterflydusts #oh u didn't want a novel??? ........ too bad !

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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Rich Man's Privilege

FTM!Ayato x Top!Male Reader

Series: Let's Go Public

Warnings: Semi-Public (Bathroom) Sex, Vibrators

Words: 754

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"Dinner? As an apology?" You summarize Ayato's words. Ayato hasn't been able to spend time with you lately, he's been doing some work that required his full attention.

"Yes, I'm free for the rest of the week." He nods.

"Hmm." You search through Ayato's box of toys, making Ayato nervous. You pick up a vibrator and it's matching remote. "Then, since you owe it to me, you should wear this."

Ayato gulps, realizing what he just got himself into. "Honey...you know I have an image to uphold."

You pull him close to you. "Are you gonna be good and listen to me? Or do you want an even worse punishment?"

"I'll do it." Ayato was excited but concerned about his reputation. "I'll listen to you."

"That's what I like to hear." You kiss him on the cheek. "Why don't we make this a dinner for you and Thoma? I'll watch from a distance."

"Okay.." He nods, scared but interested about how that would turn out. "I'll...I'll talk to him about it."

"That's a good boy." You play with his hair. "If you do well, you'll get a reward."

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"Thanks for buying me dinner!" Thoma smiles.

"Don't mention it. You deserve it for all your hard work this week." Ayato shakes his head. "Order whatever you want, don't worry about the— uh- the price." Ayato's eyes widen as he feels the vibrator turn on.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, everything is- fine- don't worry about me." Ayato shifts in his seat.

"If you're sure.." Thoma picks up the menu.

Ayato uses his menu to hide his face, holding back his moans the best he can. You turn the vibrator up, smirking from across the table.

"Did you decide what to order?" Thoma asks, putting down his menu.

"I'll- hh- get whatever you get-" Ayato peeks over the menu.

Thoma gives Ayato a strange look. "Okay...Are you going to drink?"

"Mhm~"

Thoma notices Ayato's moan. "Waka...don't tell me you..?"

Ayato coughs. "No- no- you're mistaken- ah~" Ayato struggles even more as you continue to raise the vibrations. Ayato shoots you a look of desperation.

You get up and walk to the bathroom, winking at Ayato.

"Excuse me.." Ayato gets up from the table and quickly walks to the restaurant bathroom.

Thoma shakes his head, deciding to order more as compensation for being in that situation.

Ayato clings onto you, shakily begging you to turn it off. You pull him into a stall, shushing him before you turn it off. He buries his head in your chest, incredibly needy for you. You pull his pants and underwear down, taking the vibrator out. You slide it in your pocket and plant kisses along Ayato's neck.

"You did good baby, ready for your reward?"

Ayato nods.

You pull your pants down slightly, just enough to get your dick free. You pick Ayato up and spear him onto your dick.

Ayato gasps, orgasming from the penetration. "Sorry.." Ayato buries his head in your shoulder, wrapping his legs around you.

"Just stay quiet, you can bite me if it helps." You rub his back. "I'm gonna move, okay?"

Ayato nods, holding onto you as you move him up and down. "Yeah~" Ayato moans softly.

"Shh, baby."

Ayato kisses you to quiet his moans, only pulling away to breathe.

"Waka?" Thoma enters the bathroom. "Um...I know you're uh, using the bathroom, but the restaurant is going to close."

"Fuck- Pay them- hhn- to keep it open. Ma- make them si- sign an NDA. Yes- yes-" Ayato moans. "You ha- have my ca- aah~! Fuck!"

"Okay." Thoma blushes and leaves.

"Gonna cu- come~! Yes! Yes!" Ayato moans loudly, clenching around you.

"Can I come in you, doll?"

"Please~! Yes~! Oh my gods~! Yes~!"

You bite his neck, fucking your load into him.

Ayato screams in pleasure. You slow down, resting your head on Ayato's shoulder.

"We can't do anything outside of the house because of how loud you are."

Ayato sighs dreamily as you pull out of him. "What're we gonna do about this.." You look at the cum dribbling out of him.

"Mm, they'll clean it up." Ayato shrugs. "Thoma probably paid them a lot."

You put him on the ground and let him pull his pants up, you do the same.

You leave the bathroom, Ayato clinging onto your arm.

"Oh, Waka, they won't tell anyone." He shows the mock up NDA with the worker's signatures.

"Good job, Thoma." Ayato smiles, drunk off sex. "Let's go home.."

#top male reader #genshin impact smut #male reader #genshin smut #genshin x male reader #genshin x reader #kamisato ayato smut #kamisato ayato #ayato x male reader #ayato x reader #wicks🕯series #wicks🕯works #🕯️ayato #🕯️Genshin

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syddsatyrn · 2 years ago

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Never Knows Best

☆Pairing: - Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

☆Warnings: Fluff, Make out, swearing, alcohol, drug use, abusive parents, mentions of abuse.

☆Words: 3k

☆Summary: You're mom is drunk again so you head to Eddie's to get some space. Eddie shares some feelings he's been holding back. Now its time for you to do the same.

☆Notes: I loved FLCL when It was the early 2000's. So I used to write "Never Knows Best" on the side of my cigarettes. This is based loosely off of a true life even that happened to me. Enjoy!

“This is so stupid, she's acting like a child.” You huff.

“She really is.” Eddie replies.

“I’d be out on the streets if it weren't for you.”

“I think you’d survive. My girl’s tough as nails.” He says with a scoff.

“Shut up.”

You sat on the floor with your backs to each other, leaning on one another in Eddie's room. It was late and everything was quiet. Eddie is taking notes for his new DnD campaign while you both pass a joint back and forth. His body heat pressed up against you makes you feel at ease despite your current circumstances. You are wearing a pair of his sweatpants and a large “Dio'' T-shirt Eddie had lent you.

Your mom kicked you out again. She does this often and you always end up at Eddie's trailer. He lets you vent about it and he always smokes you out. He wipes the tears from your face and welcomes you with open arms. Wayne was aware of the situation and never complained when you showed up on his doorstep. Eddie's trailer is where you go to get away from it all. You feel safe and at ease when you're with your best friend.

Your mother is a classic alcoholic. She takes a lot of her anger out on you and has for so long that it's just normalized. When she came home from work she couldn't find her cigarettes. She blamed you, saying you stole them. She threw an ashtray and a candle in your direction and you snapped. You screamed at her and slammed the door behind you. You took off on your bike before your mom could catch up to you. With tears in your eyes, you made your way to the “Forest Hills” trailer park as fast as your legs would let you.

You and Eddie are close, maybe too close to be considered friends. When you showed up to Hawkins High on your first day in a leather jacket looking for the DnD club, he knew he had to have you. When he found out about your mom he became a bit defensive on your behalf. It didn't bother you, actually, you rather enjoyed having “scary dog privileges”. He made sure people didn't terrorize you at school. He would glare at and intimidate anyone who even tried to ruin your day.

Dustin always asks when you two are going to "get together". With the perpetual fighting between you and your mom and the stress of school, you haven't found the time to gather your feelings for Eddie. Put them in words and organize your thoughts. He likes the same music as you, you both smoke weed and play DnD, wear similar clothes, and sometimes even sleep in the same bed together. You've been kidding yourself this whole time and you know it, you're in deep.

"I don't think you give yourself enough credit considering what you deal with." Eddie breaks the silence while scribbling in his notebook.

"You always say that." You huffed.

"Yeah and I always mean it."

You're toying with a ballpoint pen with an unlit cigarette between your fingers. You remove the cap and cautiously inscribe letters on one side, trying your best not to puncture the paper.

"Never knows best."

You stand up and plop down on his bed, you lay on your back and hang your head off the edge of the mattress. You admired Eddie’s face from upside down, how is he gorgeous from every angle? You carefully light the cigarette, Eddie looks up from his notebooks and notices the letters written on the side. He snatched the cigarette from your mouth.

"Hey! I barely got to know her!" You object as Eddie places it between his lips.

"If you never know best then neither do I." He says proudly. Smoke plumes from his mouth as he exhales. The letters started to burn with the paper. You part your lips slightly when Eddie returns the cigarette between them. You stare up at the ceiling, lost in reflection as Eddie returns to his scribbling.

Was the relationship with your mom even worth salvaging? Should you just cut your losses and take off? Where would you even go? Are you making a big deal out of this? It’s not the first time she's thrown you out and locked all the doors and windows.

"Y'know...if you wanted to, you could stay here for a couple of weeks instead of a couple of nights. I don't think Wayne would mind. He enjoys your company and your cooking." Eddie suggests, and you sit up, the blood rushing to your head. It's like he could read your mind or something.

"Really?! You sure I won't cramp your style." You ask as your eyes get wide.

"Yes, I'm sure. We can pick up some of your stuff tomorrow. " Eddie confirms.

"You’re gonna help me break into my mom's house? What would I do without you, Munson." You say with a relieved sigh.

"I dunno…What would you do without me?" He asks, smirk playing on his lips.

"Probably suffer even more than I already do."

Eddie smirks and grabs the metal flask sitting on the nightstand. "Do you remember that time I beat up your ex for flirting with Tammy Thompson at homecoming?" He asks and takes a swig, he hands it to you and you do the same.

"Yeah. He's still terrified of you." You say and throw back the burning liquid. Eddie always drinks whiskey, not that you mind. You've grown to enjoy the sweet aftertaste and the warm, fuzzy feeling it brings you.

"Remember when I said I would look out for you from then on?" He meets your gaze for the first time in a while. "I plan on keeping that promise. Even when it comes to your crazy mom." He says firmly. Your heart skips a beat, you’re at a loss for words.

Your face turns a few shades of pink. Your rebellious, reckless, best friend only shows this side of himself to you. He would leave you little notes in your locker to make you smile. You paired up for group projects in every class you shared. Eddie is your rock and you swear without him you'd be lost. Big bad Eddie "The freak" Munson is a total softie, but only when you're around. You feel like you wouldn't have survived school without him.

Eddie stands up and stretches his arms. “You hungry? Wanna order some pizza?” He asks and you nod. Eddie leaves the room to call in the order.

The second he walked through the threshold you felt the sting of tears building in the corners of your eyes. You didn't want to cry or show emotions, so why is this happening? Soon the tears traveled down your cheeks. You don't often do this, usually, you can carry a lot without breaking down. When was the last time you cried and let out all your emotions? It's been quite a long time.

When Eddie returns with a glass of water, but when he realizes your condition, he quickly puts the cup on the bedside table and immediately envelopes you in his arms.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart, what's with the waterworks? Everything is gonna be okay, I’m here. I got you.” He leans forward and whispers against your ear. He holds the back of your head, his hand threading through your hair. You slowly wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face in his shoulder. Eddie loosens his grip and sits down facing you. He brings his hands to your face and cups your damp cheeks. You look back into his dark brown eyes trying to hold back any more tears.

“Shhh, it's gonna be okay, Y/N.” He wipes away the emerging tears with his thumb and you take a hold of his wrists. You take a few deep breaths and Eddie breathes with you, he pushes a few strands of hair away from your face. Eddie places his hands on your knees and you wipe the remaining tears away with the back of your hand.

“I’m so sorry…” You whisper shyly. Eddie simply smiles at you with the sweetest face you’ve ever seen.

“Don't be, sweets. It’s my job.” He says softly and pulls you back in for another hug. These are times you question your feelings for him the most. Your heart skips a beat every time he calls you pet names, when he touches your face, and especially every time he hugs you tight. He’s the only one that knows you, he understands your situation, and he still genuinely enjoys being around you. Figuring out your feelings for Eddie has been difficult, to say the least. Every time you're sure you know what to say, the thought disappears the second you see his face or hear his voice. You think back to the first time you met Eddie.

You were new to Hawkins and ended up getting lost in the hallways looking for the Hellfire Club room. A group of girls in cheerleader outfits gave you the wrong directions on purpose and you had no idea where you ended up. Eddie was walking with Dustin to his locker to grab his DnD books. You turned the corner too fast without paying attention and slammed right into Eddie’s chest, all his DnD stuff tumbled out of his arms and onto the floor. You apologized profusely even though he told you it was no big deal. They accompany you to the Hellfire club room, Eddie was losing his shit over the fact that you played and wanted to join his club. Afterward, Eddie drove you home, you two have been attached at the hip ever since.

Eddie's arms are loosely wrapped around your lower back. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, surrounded by the familiar scent of cheap cologne, cigarettes, and whatever shampoo he was using. You lift your head and meet his gaze, his face is so close you could feel his breath on your bottom lip. If you’re going to admit it, now's the time.

You lean forward slightly and brush your lips against his. When you pull away to examine his reaction, Eddie hooks a finger inside the collar of your borrowed t-shirt and pulls you back in for more. He cups your cheek, kissing you gently like he's afraid he might shatter your fragile state. Your hands are shaking and your face feels hot. You could only focus on how soft his lips felt against yours. Each kiss was a long-awaited confession, each touch was an apology for lost time. Your mouth flush against his, tongues hot against each other. He tastes like whiskey and cinnamon gum.

Eddie has been wanting to do this for so long. It always felt like the wrong time, or he ended up overthinking everything to the point of panic. His friends always tell him he gets stupid when you are around. There are times when Eddie lays awake at night thinking about this very moment. He constantly worries about where you are and if you’re okay.

When you finally pull back breathlessly, he smiles and presses his forehead to yours. You both welcome the silence, just being in the presence of one another is worth so many words and emotions. You've never known such admiration so it's a bit daunting at first. Eddie is immediately hooked on your attention, it's like a drug he never wants to quit.

You both jump when you hear a knock at the front door. The pizza is here, Eddie quickly kissed the corner of your mouth and left to deal with the delivery driver. You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. You just kissed, no, made out with your best friend. Your head is spinning and your hands are getting sweaty.

“Pizza is on the counter whenever you're ready,” Eddie says as he returns, a few shades of red spread across his cheeks and nose. He sits back down on the bed facing you and you swear your heart was going to burst through your chest. Eddie twists the metal rings around his fingers, something he only does when he's tense.

“So..Uhm…okay, I’m just gonna say it, I promise I’m sober.” He breaks the silence and you give him a puzzled look. You tilt your head and Eddie takes your hand. “I don't even know where to start. You make my heart pound so fast that it's hard to catch my breath. Every time I see you I don't know how to act. You’re constantly on my mind and sometimes I think I’m going crazy wondering if you feel it too.” Eddie finally admits between shaky breaths.

It took you a minute to process what he said to you. You take a deep breath and attempt to explain your feelings. “It feels like when you come around, my mouth locks tight, and the words I want to say are lost. I can't thank you enough for how often you take care of me. I always thought I was the one going crazy.”

You’ve always felt it. The day you met Eddie Munson was the day your life changed for the better. Sometimes he feels like the only good choice you’ve ever made. You lean forward once again and kiss him, hard. Eddie tucks some of your hair behind your ear gently, and his thumb brushes across your cheek. When you both break away for oxygen you stare back into his dark, hazy eyes.

“I love you, y’know that?”

“Well, I do now. I love you too, Y/N”

Eddie peppers your face with kisses and you giggle. “Are you feelin’ a little better?” He asks softly and you nod with a permanent smile on your face. You never in a million years thought you’d be making out with Eddie Munson, let alone confessing your feelings for him. It felt good to lay everything out on the table, like a weight has been lifted off your chest. “Do you wanna come eat and watch Hellraiser with me?” His puppy eyes could persuade you to do anything.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you into the living room. You plop down on the couch and bring your knees up to your chest. He notices you cross your arms and start to shiver. “You cold? Shit, it is kinda cold in here, huh?” He asks, heading back into his room. He returns with a black hoodie and a lit joint in his mouth.

You hug the hoodie to your chest, “Thank you, I’m sorry I steal your clothes so often.” You giggle and slip the hoodie on. Eddie hands you his joint and you take it, after such a tense and emotional confession you can finally relax. Eddie retrieves the pizza box and sets it on the coffee table.

“It’s not a problem, besides, you look cute in my clothes.” He says with a wink, your face is getting warm again. Eddie opens the plastic case and inserts the video tape into the VCR. Eddie walks back over to the couch and plops down next to you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and quickly kisses the top of your head.

After some pizza and more cuddling, you ended up in Eddie's lap, fast asleep. The ending credits roll. He was playing with your hair, watching as you peacefully lay on your side, using his lap as a pillow. He’s just taking in the moment with you, and how sweet and peaceful you look. He doesn't want to wake you, but he thinks you’ll be much more comfortable under a blanket in his bed.

Eddie rubs your shoulder and plants kisses behind your ear. “Hey sweet thing, wanna come to bed with me?” He whispers. You whine and he chuckles, “I know, I know but I promise it will be much more comfortable than this old couch.” You eventually sit up and Eddie takes your hand and leads you down the hallway to his room. You Immediately crawl under the covers and let out a yawn.

“You are so cute.” He says while lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” Your eyes have already shut, today was exhausting and you could use some rest. Eddie slips under the covers with you and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He's so warm and you feel so secure in his arms. You never want to leave his bed because it's the happiest you’ve been in a long time. Eddie kisses your shoulder one last time and you both drift off to sleep.

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cursed-elo-images · 1 year ago

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INCORRECT ELO QUOTES PART 6

Melvyn: But we’re friends! I was building up to calling you a nickname soon!

Hugh: That’ll never happen! In fact, you just lost “Hugh” privileges. From now on, you can call me by my last name or ‘Hey, you.’.

Melvyn: Come on, Hugh.

Hugh: *glares*

Melvyn: Come on, Hey you.”

Jeff: Show me Pennsylvania.

Kelly: I don’t know Canadian geography.

Kelly: Who hurt you?

Jeff: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Kelly: ...Yes, actually.

Kelly: Ow!

Jeff: What’s wrong?

Kelly: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow.

Jeff: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Kelly: Anybody got any crayons so I can color in my Ph. D.?

Hugh: Is this a good idea?

Hugh: Probably not.

Hugh: Do I care?

Hugh: No.

Kelly: That awkward moment when you're scrolling through someone's old Instagram posts and you accidentally comment the entire Declaration of Independence.

Kelly: You either buckle down and do your work or you'll end up at McDonald's.

Melvyn: WE'RE GOING TO MCDONALD'S IF I DON'T DO MY WORK?

Kelly: NO!!

Kelly: *running away from Melvyn and screaming*

Melvyn, getting out of a car: WHY ARE YOU RUNNING? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?

Hugh: Bill Nye is out on vacation, I am Bill Nein

Melvyn: Hey can I go use the bathro—

Hugh: N E I N

Kelly: So, uh, you guys comin' to my party?

Melvyn: Who?

Kelly: You guys.

Melvyn: It's just me— *notices the mirror beside them and fist bumps it* oh what up, you going?

Jeff: I think Hugh was right.

Bev: I'm surprised he hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Richard: He wouldn't do that.

Hugh: You're right, Richard. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Hugh: *turns around, the shirt he’s wearing says 'Hugh Told You So' on the back*

Jeff: *Screams*

Hugh: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Richard: Should we do something?!

Bev, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

Jeff: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Bev: I don’t know how to do that.

Richard: I don’t wear a watch.

Hugh: Time is a construct.

Hugh: Mel, I'm sad.

Melvyn: *Holds out arms for a hug* It’s going to be okay.

Jeff: Richard, I'm sad.

Richard, nodding: mood.

Jeff: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Bev: Okay, but what is updog?

Richard: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Mik: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Hugh: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Melvyn: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Jeff: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Mik: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Richard: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Bev: What’s a henway??

Jeff: Oh, about five pounds.

*The squad right before Jeff's wedding*

Bev: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend.

Richard: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Mik: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well

Hugh: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND

Melvyn, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

'Can I copy the homework?'

Kelly: I can help you with it!

Bev: Yeah, sure.

Hugh: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Jeff: lol nope.

Melvyn: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Richard: *Read 5:55pm*

Kelly: I actually have a black belt.

Jeff: In what, karate?

Kelly: No, from Gucci.

Kelly: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Richard, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Kelly:

Kelly: fsh

Jeff: Kelly was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Kelly: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Jeff: Kelly, you ate a chair.

Jeff: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Kelly: How can you still say that?

Jeff: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Melvyn: It’s dark in here

Kelly: Don’t worry dude I got this

Kelly: *Stomps his feet*

Kelly: *Skechers light up*

Jeff: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Kelly: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Jeff: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Hugh: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

Jeff: You need to stop.

Hugh: Am I in trouble?

Jeff: Take a guess.

Hugh: No?

Jeff: Take another guess.

Jeff, going over Hugh’s resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you’re creative.

Hugh: Yes

Jeff: Okay... may I know what you create?

Jeff: Problems.

Kelly: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Jeff: I beg to differ

Kelly: Then Beg

Kelly: Okay, help me please!

Jeff: Got two words for you.

Kelly: I bet they won't be helpful.

Jeff: Your problem.

Kelly: I was right

Hugh: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Richard:

Richard: Hugh, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Hugh: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Hugh: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.

Bev: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.

Kelly: petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday

Melvyn: Wednesay

Kelly: Not what I had in mind, but I'm flexible

Jeff: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Hugh: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Jeff: No! Four to five seconds!

Hugh: Too late!!!

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Lynne please come to the front desk?

Jeff, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Kelly and Richard

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Kelly and Richard, simultaneously: We got lost *frowns in unison*

Jeff: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Jeff: We need a distraction.

Richard: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Kelly, whispering: My time has come

Kelly: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Jeff: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Richard isn’t

Melvyn: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Mik: You’re a hazard to society

Hugh: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Kelly: I can’t believe you live nearby, and you won’t let anyone crash at your place.

Mik: You people already know too much about me.

Melvyn: I know exactly three facts about you, and one of them is that you won’t let any of us crash at your place.

Kelly: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Mik: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Melvyn: Smad.

Kelly: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Kelly: Watcha got there..?

Melvyn: *petting a ostrich* A smoothie.

Melvyn: There is no future. There is no past. Don't you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every fact.

Kelly: ...All I asked was if you wanted to cut your birthday cake first.

Melvyn: I am an expert at identifying birds.

Kelly: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Melvyn: Yeah, they're all birds.

Kelly: Change is inedible.

Melvyn: Don't you mean inevitable?

Kelly, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Kelly: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Hugh: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Melvyn: In that case, we're definitely lost.

INCORRECT ELO QUOTES PART 6

Okay so I used three more websites to generate quotes and they are:

Note: on the SCATTERPATTER site there are no content warnings except for ships, and there are content filters on the 12beesinatrench site so if there are any users that see this post that are minors I’d advise you to use the content filters and to avoid the Scatterpatter site since I found some quotes on there that were unfitting for my blog and Wattpad page.

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imatechbummerliketomholland · 3 years ago

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You are my world. you three are my world now - h.h

hello there! I'm back ! Sorry if it tooks so long, i have a lot of work during these holiday. I hope you like this little request. I didn't have time to be proofread (but a big thank you to@petersasteria who is always there to support me!). Remember that my native language is French, so don't be so mean if i made mistakes!

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Word count: 2300 Warning: angst, mention of pregnancy, small mention of blood, mention of placental abruption Pairing : harry holland Request: yes!

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You didn't expect to be pregnant with twins at your age. The announcement of your pregnancy had also surprised more than one. Despite her support, Nikki Holland had still given the discourse on the importance of safe sex to her son. But Harry had given a more than mature speech in defense of both of you. He was able to prove to his family and to yours that you were ready and that the decision to continue the pregnancy was not rash.

You were now at the half of your eighth month and nothing could stand in the way of your happiness.

Nothing except maybe this.

Nikki had offered to have lunch with her this afternoon. Despite his work as a photographer, no longer having the company of his four children - since three of them left the family cocoon to live their own life as grown-up adults- weighed heavily on her. You accepted with pleasure. Harry, who was editing his third short film, had left you this morning to go to the edit suite, not without checking that you were okay. So, you joined Nikki at the restaurant. You shine in your long floral maternity dress. In the middle of the meal, you felt a violent contraction.

At almost eight months pregnant, it was no surprise that you could feel twins’ movements. You winced a little at the pain and your mother-in-law put a reassuring hand on your arm.

"Are you alright, darling?" she asking, a little bit worried.

"Yeah, yeah. They've just been in great shape for a few days now."

You apologized and went to the bathroom, struggling to cope with the pain of your contractions. When you noticed that your underwear was soaked with blood, your heart rate increased. You suddenly realized that a series of symptoms corresponded to what you had dreaded early in your pregnancy: the nausea that had occurred last night, the violent contractions since this morning and now the blood. Rather alerting signals that suggested a placental abruption. The obstetrician told you that this was a possible risk since you were having a twin pregnancy. You started to cry and panic for several minutes that Nikki ended up knocking on the bathroom door.

"Darling, is everything good in there?" she asked you with her sweet and worried voice.

"Could you come in please" you sobbed.

"Sure, darling. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

She stepped carefully into the disabled cabin that you had used for space reasons. Nikki immediately noticed your state of stress. And you just told her everything in strangled sobs. She put a hand behind your back and gave you a very serious look.

"We have to go to the ER. We're going right away."

"I want Harry"

"Don't worry, I'll call him on the way"

And you haven't wasted a minute. Nikki simply left her phone number and table number at the counter before you got into your car. Dom will retrieve Nikki one's later. Holland family been known from the restaurant, the staff were comprehensive about your leaving without paid the bill. When you arrived at the hospital, the nurses greeted you directly and wasted no time either. You were taken to the operating room without being able to get your boyfriend's support.

☙♥❧

Harry arrived within fifteen minutes of receiving the call from his mother. No doubt he would receive a speeding penalty ticket later. He looked like a madman, mortified by worry. He was a bundle of nerves and sarcasm. Her mother was standing by the reception desk, waiting for her. She looked anxious. Tom was there too, trying to contact their father on his phone. When Dom finally picked up, the oldest Holland brother announced the urgency. Harry was shaking with worry.

"What happened mom?"

"I don't really know, baby. We were at the restaurant and the babies kicked. She went to the bathroom and when she didn't come back, I went after her. That's where she asked me to come into the bathroom and you know the rest. I called you straight after that. " Nikki explained, trying to get the stress out of her.

"Oh my god… where is she now?"

"The medical staff took her for surgery. I had to wait here. I couldn't go with her, baby. I’m so sorry."

"Ok ... Ok, I guess I have to wait here. Hope she's okay. God, please make her be alright."

They all made their way to the operating theater hallway for the public to wait for more information. Tom was still on the phone with his father, explaining that it would be better if he stayed at home with Paddy so as not to overcrowd the waiting room. He promised his father that they would all give news as soon as possible. A nurse in a surgical gown entered ten minutes later.

“Who's the father of miss y/l/n's babies?”

“I am. Harry Holland, I’m the father!” he almost screamed and cried at the same time.

“Come with me”

Nikki stood up cautiously and walked over to the nurse. Harry was ready to follow the nurse without giving any further information to his family.

"Excuse me. Can you give us more information on her condition?" Nikki asked

"Sure. We had an emergency caesarean. The babies are fine but there seem to be some complications with the mother. The surgeon is taking care of her."

"Is she going to be okay?" Harry asked hastily.

"She's losing a lot of blood but we're doing our best. Now please follow me." She said to curly one.

☙♥❧

Harry followed her to the nursery. His heart was pounding in mixed emotions. He was so impatient to meet his babies but at the same time he was worried about you. What if you don't survive from the complications? What was to become of him? Would he be able to live without you? Would he be a good father?

His last question vanished when he saw his two little babies in the incubator. Your twins had arrived about fifteen, almost a month earlier than expected, it was normal that they were in an incubator. Harry was going to have to make sure they put on weight. After filling out a few papers, one of the nurses offered to do some skin-to-skin contact with the twins so that they could get to know the three of them. Harry could not but be impatient with this and once prepared he settled into a seat. He was overcome with emotion, understanding how his parents had felt when Sam and him were born. He completely forgets the time, spending several minutes with his sons, one after the other. Harry knew he would place all his love in the two little beings he had taken turns holding in his arms. He was ready to lift mountains, cross the tides. Part of his mind was on you and he truly hoped he could go through life's trials with you. May your family experience all the times they deserve.

The nurse who had brought him to the nursery go up to him with a half-smile. She was sorry to disturb him during this privileged father-son moment.

"Your ... hm ... miss (y/l/n) is in the recovery room. You can go see her now"

Harry's heart burst with relief. He let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding back. The very new father nodded before placing his son in the nurse's arms so that she could put him back in the incubator. He decided to go find his family who had been waiting too long now. When he entered the waiting room, his mother and brother were still seated. Tom had his elbows on his knees, the phone in his hand. He seemed to be talking to someone. When the actor noticed his brother's presence, he spoke to him.

"Hey mate, Sam's here. Wanna talk to him? What's up? Does y/n's alright? And the twins?"

"Too much question. Give me Sam first!"

But the result was exactly the same. Sam asked the same questions as Tom and Harry winced as he tried to answer consensually.

"Hello to you too, brother. The twins are fine. I swear to God Sam, they look like a mini version of us. Two sons by the way ... y/n is fine, she's in the recovery room, I'm going see her right after that. I wanted to talk to mom and Tom first. "

"Glad to know I'm the last to know." Sam informed sarcastically.

"Hey, I was going to call you but I had to, you know ... go meet my sons. Father's job, it seems."

Sam chuckled behind his phone screen as Harry smirked in a mischievous and petty manner. He ended the call with his twin and turned to his mother and Tom. Nikki made her understand that she had heard, she seemed relieved that you were okay.

"Hey, before I go see y/n ... you want to see your grandsons ... and you, your nephew and godson, asshole."

"Harry, language" said Nikki.

"Of course I want to see my godson, stupid"

"Tom!"

The two brothers smile at each other. Just because one became a father and the other was a movie star, didn't mean they were going to change their ways. It was also their way, both of them, to decompress events. Nikki sighed in annoyance but kept quiet, too happy to meet, even only through a window, her first grandchildren. After a brief walk in front of the nursery, Harry announced that he was going to find you, leaving his family to admire your twins. They seemed so impatient to meet them in person but knew they were going to have to wait while you woke up.

☙♥❧

Harry entered the recovery room and walked over to your bed. You seemed to have already woken up from your artificial sleep. He grabbed your hand to give you the support you needed. A feeling of emptiness was felt in you, your gaze landed on your stomach, flatter than you had seen in recent months. Your eyes widened in panic but the reassuring pressure of Harry's hand drew your attention to him.

"They are fine, my love. They are fine. They are in an incubator in the nursery."

You burst into tears. The emotions being so strong.

"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm sorry ..."

“Hey… hey… you don't have to. You're okay… the twins are okay. And I still love you, I love you more than ever."

"Have you seen them?"

"Yes ... ugly like their father" he joked

You chuckled with a few more tears in your voice. You knew he didn't mean it, but humor was Harry's best way to decompress, and it worked on you too.

"My family is here. You scared the hell out of them. I think Sam was about to order a flight to kick your ass."

You chuckled again. It was so impressive to see the love that reigned in this family. You could never have asked for a better way to build your own family. Harry leaned over to kiss you.

"I love you, y/n. You are my world. you three are my world now"

"I love you more, Harry."

You stayed a few more days before you could get out of the hospital. You had decided to introduce the twins after their own discharge from the hospital. That's why, after almost a month of going back and forth to the nursery, you could finally bring your twins home. So you organized a little visit to Harry's parents.

☙♥❧

The sun was shining on London and you squeezed the doorknob of one of the maxi-cozy, Harry carrying your second son as you opened the door to the Holland family home. You were amazed at the ease with which Harry assumed his role as father. He was doing so well that you fell in love with him again.

"Is there anyone here?" He asked

"We're all in the garden, buddy!" Tom said

"You are obviously in the kitchen, dummy"

"For god's sake, Harry. Come into this fucking garden and let us see the twins!"

You let out a frank laugh as you mentally noted that you were going to have to have a conversation with Harry and his brothers about the vocabulary they were using.

You are therefore entering the garden. You noticed right away that Sam had come all the way from Scotland. Harry must have organized this with him too. You smiled, Nikki rushed over to help you with the change bags and you thanked him.

"So where is my godson?" Tom asked in the same way he did at the FFH premiere when he was looking for Jake Gyllenhal.

"Where's mine?" Sam asked too.

You approached Sam, putting the maxycosy on the table to unbuckle the seat belt and take your son in your arms. Harry was doing the same with your second baby.

"I'm happy to introduce you y/s/n"

"And there's y/s/n(2)." Harry added, so proud.

Everyone raved about the twins as you wipe away a tear, happy and proud. You were so moved by the love that reigned. Harry came to kiss you on the forehead, you closed your eyes, appeased by his gesture. The world could only turn better in his company.

"It's family portrait time!" Nikki said, her camera in her hands. "Tom, please get closer to your brother. Sam, stand next to y / n"

You all followed Nikki's instructions, who couldn't be more than happy to capture this important moment, bringing her work and family life together. You all smiled as you and Harry were in the center of the photo, carrying your twins in your arms. And at that moment, you were sure that your life could not be more beautiful than at this moment.

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brain-bumbler · 3 years ago

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Dion's Delivery Service AU Update Because @make-them-laugh expanded on this idea so well! Dion gets a job in the mailroom to replace Gristol at the end of PN2. Maybe they even make him head mail clerk right away, partly because the other lady won't stop talking about how much she misses Nick Johnsmith and how awesome he was. He gets the budget for the department and he's used to balancing these things from helping with circus finances, but he has to redo his math seven times. ... Dion knocks at the door to Hollis's office. "Hello?" "There's a workplace dress code," she sighs, and he rolls his eyes at her. A vein in her forehead twitches. These Aquato boys have a talent for pushing her buttons. Especially when he walks in and comes up behind her desk. Ignoring her scandalized look, he flips through something on a clipboard. "I have some concerns about the mail room budget." Hollis grits her teeth. This is what she gets for hiring a teenager, she reminds herself. "We're having a few financial challenges this season. We all need to get creative-" "Yeah, I know," he cuts her off with another eye roll, and Hollis is about to throw him out of her office on his striped acrobatic head when he continues, "but we need, like, maybe 2% of this?" "...What?" Her brain blinks out for a moment. It's not often Hollis Forsythe is caught by surprise. "I don't know how the Psychonauts do things, but there's thousands set aside for 'additional expenses.' I have no idea what it's for, but it's not being used for the mailroom." He taps the bottom totals he's calculated, math work clear and precise. Hollis looks at the paper and immediately runs through the steps for stroke self-detection. "I think... Gristol was fairly careless with his budgetary privileges." Her voice is ice cold. She's going to tell Agent Nein to get adventurous with his therapeutic exercises. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Two percent, you said?" She fires up her computer and starts to type. The Aquato boy nods and turns to leave. "Why bring it, though?" He pauses in the doorway. "What?" "You could have quietly pocketed the money. I know about your family's situation. It's unlikely anyone would have noticed." She's not looking up from her computer screen. Curiosity is thrumming through her, the same beast that kept her pouring over medical books at 3am knowing she'd never see an ounce of glory from it. Dion seems to be thinking about this too. Surely it had occurred to him. He isn't impressed by their organization. In fact, he has every reason to hold a grudge. So why not let the leak, caused partly by their own carelessness, continue to drain them dry? "My Nona just raised me better, I guess." He shrugs. She needs to be careful. If he continues like this, she might start to like the boy. "Remember what I said about the dress code," she says, and she finds herself amused by his scoff. Careful indeed. Then he backflips out of her office (completely unnecessary) and she lets the hidden smile spread across her face. Bringing her coffee to her lips, she takes a deep drink. Maybe she'll get to give some agents bonuses this year after all- and perhaps, some vital employees who go above and beyond the call of duty.

#Dion's Delivery Service #psychonauts 2 #dion aquato #hollis forsythe #dion may not be psychic #but he can use the greatest power of all: MATHS #@make-them-laugh is to thank for this #I love it #im sorry i didn't mean to write a fanfic #it was supposed to be a SHORT POST #rip

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years ago

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Not in the best spirits to be honest

Warnings: no smut, just pure fluff and some minor angst.

After having his worst result of the season at the 2021 Styrian GP, Daniel is feeling frustrated and you fear he's going to isolate, making things harder on himself.

Gif by @yukitsunoda

"Babe", you tried to reach for him when he walked past you on his way from the car to the hospitality trailers.

Daniel just dodged your hand and walked straight past you, Michael giving you a simpathy smile and following behind. You let out a breath and walked after them. As soon as you walked out of the back door you saw the dozens of reporters waiting for the pilots, 'that couldn't be a worse timing' you thought to yourself, but that's the job. The PR guy from the Mclaren team was already waiting for Daniel in the little area, having organized the lineup of reporters. You stayed a little behind while Daniel talked to them.

"I mean, I know this could be done another time", you commented with Michael, who was just standing by your side.

"Tell me about it", he answered nodding his head.

From what you could catch of the interviews, you knew he was really trying to be nice and not lash out on the poor reporters who had nothing to do with the situation, much like he would try to do with you or anyone else who tried to talk or cheer him up right now. The only problem is that his way of doing that would be by closing himself down and isolating for a couple of hours or days until he's suddenly fine to be the life of the party again. Call it what you want, but that's definitely not processing and there's no way that's healthy or not adding up to some big mess in the near future.

The last interview was over now. Daniel said his goodbyes and started to walk towards the Mclaren hospitality trailer, the PR guy, you, and Michael following suit behind.

"You know what? This can wait. We'll catch up later, get some rest mate", the PR guy said to Daniel as soon as you walked inside the trailer, and you wished you knew his name so you could thank him properly.

"Yeah, thanks mate", Daniel answered and disappeared inside his room.

"See ya", the PR guy said to you and Michael on his way out.

"Bye, thank you", you answered and then turned to Michael. "Hey, you think I could have a couple minutes alone with him?"

"Yeah sure, but he needs to stretch...", Michael began and you gave him a look. "Later is fine though", and walked outside. You went down the corridor and inside the room where Daniel was sitting on the bed taking off his shoes.

"Babe", you stopped in front of him, looking down.

"Don't", he said in a short tone.

"Alright, we don't have to talk... just please don't shut me out", you said in a soothing voice, putting your hands on the sides of his head and turning him to look at you.

"(y/n) I'm serious, I'm not in the fucking mood just fucking leave me alone, will ya?", he snapped at you in a hash tone, making you jump a little and take a step back, crossing your arms and looking away. That's exactly what you were trying to avoid: for the wall he built around himself to get so tall no one could reach him. You walked around the room, not knowing what to do with yourself, so you just looked outside the window.

"Alright...", you whispered to yourself.

He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"I'm sorry", he said looking up at you but you still couldn't look him the eyes. "Look, I... you know I didn't mean it, right?"

"Maybe it's best I just leave you alone", you said walking outside the room.

"Hold on", he said reaching for your wrist and stopping you.

"It's fine, honestly. I didn't mean to be one more thing on your mind, sorry. I should've given you some space", you tried to smile at him but deep down you knew there was only one way this 'space' thing was going and you didn't like where it was. To be honest, it actually brought tears to your eyes to think about it.

"I don't want space. Not from you", he said pulling you closer.

You stepped in between his legs and he hugged you, so you started to run your hands through his sweaty curls.

"Don't really want to talk right now though, ok?", he added.

"Okay", you said relieved. "You want to change this clothes so we can go home? Relax properly?" He just humed in response. "Maybe go yell on the top of the mountains?" He laughed at that and you could feel him smiling against your stomach.

"Yeah, let's do that", you laughed and stepped back, sitting on the bed while he got up and took off his shirt, getting a towel and walking towards the bathroom to take a shower.

After a couple minutes he returned to the room and you looked up from your phone. He had his pants on, but his shirt was bundled up on his left shoulder, while he dried his hair with the towel.

"I really thought we had it this weekend" He said casually.

"Huh?" You asked looking away from his abs. He catched you and smirked.

"I said I thought we had it. Practice went good, I've had worse qualy's. What happened today, the engine losing power, it was a control thing, my fault, there's no other way to look at it", you listened closely to him. "It's fucking frustrating cause everyone worked so hard and I just blew it", 'So much for not wanting to talk right now' you thought to yourself, but you were glad he was opening up, you could see him relaxing by the word.

"You know what happened?", you asked.

"Yeah, I think I do. Want to try it out on the simulator this week but honestly, I just wish I could go back on the track right now and test it out", he said while putting his shirt on.

"I guess it's a good thing you're coming back next weeked", you offered. "I don't mean to be that person, but think about it, could be worse. Normally, you'd have to wait a whole year to try the car in the same track and even then the car would be different, right?"

"Yeah...", he said really thinking about it. "You're right actually"

"I'm always right. You should use the privilege of having me as a privite consultant more", you joked and he smirked at you, shoving his stuff inside a bag.

"You want me to use you more?", he waved his eyebrowns at you and you rolled your eyes, making him laugh. It was so relieving to see him coming back to himself, but you wanted to make sure he wasn't just pushing his frustrations to the back, instead of dealing with them.

"Dan, you know I mean it right? You can trust me, with anything. I don't think there's a single thing you could tell me that I wouldn't do my best to help you deal with, even if just by listening", you said seriously.

"I know", he turned to look at you. "I'm just not a fan of the whining"

"Then don't whine", you said simply. "Like the stuff you said about blewing up for the team. That's ridiculous. You do nothing but work hard and they know it, it's just simply outside your control. Yet. And they see you working to get it right. Once you do, you'll be unstoppable. The team will be unstoppable, I mean. It makes them work harder too, I can tell. Aren't you the one who's always saying that it's like a clock engine? Give yourself a break, you're just a piece. A major piece, sure, but don't carry the whole weight by yourself", you said standing up and he stepped forward, hugging you. "It's not whining babe, it's us against the world alright? Think about it as emotional support, mind strategy", you smiled.

"You're really good at this 'pep talk' thing, ya know? Maybe you should be a motivational speaker", he said making you laugh.

"I'd have to know every member of the audience as well as I know you. Besides, my hour is extremely expensive. I'm not convinced you can afford it yourself", you smiled.

"Can I pay you in sexual favors?", he leaned in to try to kiss you.

"Throw in some massages and breakfast in bed, and you got yourself a deal mister", you answered against his lips.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff

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wastelandnarry · 4 years ago

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Don’t You Remember? - hes

summary: You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said, no final kiss to seal any sins.

author’s notes: Hi everyone! Thanks for the support on kiss in the kitchen! This is inspired by Adele’s Don’t You Remember, I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol, angst

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If you were being truthful, which most of the time was a hard thing to do, you were full of bitterness and a cold heart sat in your chest. You'd been hurt before, more times than you could count, and had decided that the next time love came around in your life you would not hesitate to kick it back. Your last long-term relationship, which had ended when they'd decided an adventure was calling their name and you had no ticket with them, had left you in pieces. It had left you bouncing from bed to bed, leaving your mark on stranger's lives, but you'd disappeared before the morning sun rose, leaving them alone and cold in a bed you'd forget about before dinnertime.

But then you met Harry.

Harry was warm and he made your heart race with every touch he left on your skin. He was golden and beautiful, leaving you breathless as you gazed at him at your side. He was the warm spots in a sunny field where you'd spend all day if you could, reading a book as the breeze blew through your hair on the summer evenings. His smile was addicting and you found yourself stealing it onto your own face a lot of the time. It was as if a force unknown had brought you two together and the world had burst into color. Harry had come into your life like a storm that a drought had desperately needed. He'd stormed in and refused to leave, no matter how fickle your heart had been, he'd stayed and a part of you had been grateful for it.

It hadn't been a stable relationship, not at all. You'd both been hurt before in the past and that had made it hard for both of you to truly trust each other. It meant that sometimes moments would go from sweet and innocent to cold and distant. It meant that nights together were spent in a tense silence sometimes, or that they'd be cut short before things escalated too far. But you both felt something for one another, something so deep and passionate it spiked fear in your heart. A fear that it was all too good to be true and it was only a matter of time before things blew up like you were used to.

"Do you think we should go out for dinner? Or maybe we could order in," Harry's voice broke your concentration, your eyes looking up from the computer screen and finding his.

"Huh? Oh, maybe we should just stay in? It looks pretty shitty outside anyways," you shrugged, your eyes falling back onto the screen as you skimmed through the emails your boss had sent you.

"Yeah, guess so. And if we go out we won't have a lot of privacy, don't want our last night together for a bit to be full of people wanting pictures," he sighed and shrugged.

"What? Last night together? What're you on about, Harry?" you frowned, your eyes shooting back up to watch him move around the living room.

"I leave tomorrow?" Harry chuckled and looked at you with a confused look on his face, "I have to go to Paris to film for a month, remember?"

"That's tomorrow?" you asked and frowned, shaking your head, "I thought you said that was happening in July?" you scoffed.

"No, we finish shooting in July," he mumbled and sighed, "But you of course weren't paying attention, all you care about is it affects your own life."

You'd both frozen as the words left his mouth, both too afraid of what would come next if you truly spoke your mind. Yes, you were a bit forgetful when it came to Harry's schedule, but his life had always been hectic, and trying to plan your life around his seemed impossible most of the time. He'd be gone for weeks on end with no contact and the only way you knew he was safe and alive was when the internet told you so. Your jaw was clenched as you watched him, frozen in place near the entrance of the kitchen.

"You know what? You're right. I'm just a selfish bitch who only worries about herself and not the fact that her so-called boyfriend is going to be gone for another month," you scoffed as you stood up, sliding on the shoes you'd set by the end of the coffee table, "I hope you have a fucking amazing time in Paris, make sure not to stare at yourself in the mirror too long." you muttered, grabbing your bag as you made your way out of Harry's house.

You could've stopped and talked it out, like adults, but in all honestly, it had been exhausting already. Every time Harry had to leave for work there was always something he was upset about. At first, it was how distant you became when the day of his departure got closer. Then it was the fact that you always texted him while he was away, something he'd asked you to do in the first place. And now, it was you forgetting his oh-so-important schedule. It was exhausting, trying to talk things out when you knew it never mattered because it was just a matter of time before something new came up between the both of you. So you walked out the door, hoping that maybe Harry would follow after you and for once try to fix this himself, only to be left sitting in your car alone.

Days turned to weeks and soon enough, two months had passed since you had last spoken to Harry. The spring weather had turned hotter as July rolled in and the hot days became unbearable. Most of your days off were spent trying to distract yourself from the pain in your chest, the pain that had come with the absence of Harry. He hadn't called you since that night when you'd walked out, hadn't tried to text, facetime you, or even email you. He'd left you with silence and it was all because you'd walked out.

"You always do this to yourself," you thought as you jogged through the empty park, your forehead shining with the sweat you'd worked up, "You push people and then blame them when they don't come back to you."

It was true, this hadn't been the first time a relationship had gone to shit because of your fear of getting close. That's all the fight with Harry had been, an excuse to push him away so that you wouldn't end up on the floor with your crushed up heart. Not that it had helped much, but at least you'd ended things in a way that hadn't crushed your entire soul. But finding distractions became harder and harder as the days went on, everything was just so...Harry.

Some nights, when your favorite bottle of wine ad tempted you into a glass or two, or three, you'd find yourself sitting on the sofa in your apartment. You'd relived that night more time than you could remember, frowning as you couldn't remember whether you'd both said goodbye. That was what had hurt the most, knowing that you loved Harry and through your fear of it, you never even said goodbye or had that final kiss. You'd just left and hoped you'd see him again.

"Um, hi Harry," you mumbled into your phone, staring up at the ceiling as you took a few seconds to collect your mind.

Maybe the wine had given you the courage that you didn't know existed, or maybe the pain in your chest from finally realizing he was gone had kicked you into gear. You'd picked up the phone and clicked on his contact, seeing the smiley picture he'd taken one of the first tines you'd hung out as his contact, before calling him up. You'd hoped he was back, not wanting him to be across an ocean where the sun was high in the sky and his voice would answer back. You wouldn't know what to do if he'd actually answered, so his voicemail message had you letting out a sigh of relief.

"I know that things were left rather...shitty," you mumbled, chewing on your bottom lip as you sorted through your thoughts, "But I just, I want you to know that I think about where it went wrong a lot these days. I thought that if I gave us space and let us both clear our heads we'd be able to fix whatever this is."

It was true, you'd wanted to give him the space to process the fight. You two hadn't been exclusive, something you'd both been pretty open about since the beginning, but you still loved him no matter how much it terrified you. You'd given him the space to breathe and figure out if you and all your issues would be worth it. And now that there had been radio silence for weeks, you decided getting your own closure would send him the message that you understood.

"I just...I hope you remember the way it was during the good times," you said, the crack in your voice replaced by you clearing your throat, "How soft and whole it was. You made me...gosh, I don't think I've ever felt so loved in my life before."

Loving Harry had always been something you were terrified to admit to yourself. It still was in a way, but you knew you had to tell him the truth, even if it fell on deaf ears. He deserved to know that he was loved and that it was by you. That even if the silence between you two lasted until your last breathes were taken, you had loved him and it had been a privilege to do so. No matter how bad things had ended and no matter if he'd felt the same, you'd loved him and if he gave you the chance, you would love him still.

"I hope you still think of me, maybe that's why I get this warm feeling sometimes when I'm alone. Maybe it's you thinking about us. I hope I see you again soon, bub," you sighed quietly, holding back the tears as your voice began to shake, "I love you."

It wasn't until the call was hung up and your phone laid across from you on the coffee table that you let the tears fall. It'd been a mess from the beginning, casual hookups which led to more and more time spent together. Maybe if you had tried hard enough to work on you fears or maybe if you'd let him in more than you shut him out he'd still be here. But with your voicemail sent and your cheeks wet from tears, you decided all you could do was hope Harry would listen to the voicemail. And maybe, just maybe, he'd remember you just once more.

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#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fics #harry styles x y/n #harry styles #gemma writes

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karlajoyner · 4 years ago

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Stamps (Luke Patterson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this one was rather long. I don’t know if I liked it very much but that’s just me being critical of myself. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: kennice1 (Wattpad)

Warnings: None

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My eyes opened slightly to see my boyfriend laying beside me in his suit from the night prior.

We had done it.

We played the Orpheum.

And got rid of Caleb stamps.

Now we were here the very next day in Julie's garage like we'd been the past couple weeks feeling better than ever.

"Good morning beautiful" His raspy voice spoke as he to was barely opening his eyes.

"Good morning Luke" I replied staring up at the ceiling.

The bright sun rays hitting many different points of the studio since it was probably near mid day now.

"Morning? It's afternoon" Another voice in the room spoke making my head whip in their direction.

"Well then good afternoon my dear brother" I grinned sitting up only to see Reggie still passed out on the barkin lounger.

"Has Julie come in today yet?" Luke asked sitting up as well, pulling my body into his.

"Yeah. Said she was gonna go have breakfast and get dressed before coming back for practice. She also said she'll bring us something back"

"Oh to have breakfast. What a privilege we now have" I said stretching out my body.

"I sure did miss pancakes. I hope we have that" Reggie spoke in his morning voice.

"Look who's awake"

"Morning"

"Afternoon" I corrected him standing up.

"Where are you going?" Luke pouted.

"To get dressed for practice too. In case you haven't noticed I need to get out of this thing" I spoke pointing down at the long royal blue dress that sat tightly on my body.

"Or you could just stay in it. Maybe rip it up a bit make it more fitting" Luke suggested pushing the dress up my leg.

"Can you not try to sexualize my little sister in front of me?" Alex spoke.

"Sorry" Luke apologized.

"My boyfriend can sexualize me all he wants" I argued making my way towards the exit.

"Gross"

"I think it's endearing" Reggie said making me giggle.

"I'm gonna go see if Julie has anything I can barrow. And maybe a sewing machine. I think you were onto something there Lukey" I teased the boy watching a smirk take over his face before I walked out.

I giggled deciding to surprise Julie at her front door for the first time as an actual human being again.

Since I couldn't just poof into rooms anymore.

A grin formed on my face as I reached the front porch being careful to avoid any windows up the driveway.

"Look at you y/n. Looking as lovely as you did last night"

An all too familiar voice spoke from behind me before I could press the doorbell.

My heart immediately dropped as I spun around coming face to face with the devil himself.

"Caleb" I whispered.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh I just came to pay a little visit.... Tell me how does it feel to be alive again. Oh it must feel great"

"Just leave us alone. We've already defeated you and we're not joining your stupid house band" I bravely spoke watching as he inched closer.

I gulped nervously backing up until my back hit the door behind me and he was only a few feet away.

"That's not very nice of you to say. I've offered you and your boys everything and this is how you repay me. With insults. Nice try trying to be brave sweetheart but we both know your scared out of your mind. Scared that I'll hurt you. Or your little bandmates. Am I wrong?"

"Leave us alone" I repeated attempting to stand my ground

"I can see why Luke's so infatuated with you. Your strong headed like him. Too bad you won't make it home for breakfast"

My eyes widened as he grabbed ahold of my shoulders. My eyes rolling the back of my head.

"I have a fight too" I smirked hearing footsteps coming up the pathway.

My eyes fell upon a face I recognized to be none other than Nick. Julie's crush she'd been telling me about for weeks.

"Oh there's someone here" He said noting my presence.

"Hey, you look familiar. Wait. Aren't you that other girl in Julie's hologram band?" He asked hopefully.

"That's me" I smiled at the boy.

"I'm y/n" I said sticking my hand out for him to shake. He took it smiling back at me.

“I’m Nick”

"So your here to see Julie?" I asked ringing the doorbell for the two of us.

"Uh yeah. I didn't get to see her last night after the show so I thought I'd bring her these" He said showing me the flowers in his hand.

"How sweet. The broken hearted teenager fighting for his girl" I spoke mischievously raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry what?" He asked.

"Julie's told me about you Nick. It seems she's canceled on you a few times now hasn't she?"

"Well yeah but that's just because she was busy"

"Are you sure about that? In all honesty she just doesn't seem that interested if you ask me"

"R-really?" He asked looking down with a frown.

I cheekily bit my lip as the front door opened.

Taking my chance and caught the boy off guard, pulling him in for a passionately rough kiss.

Making sure that he fell into the trance. The flowers in his hand fell to the ground as he held my waist pulling me closer.

"N-Nick? Y/n?!" Julie's voice rang through my ears.

"Oh Julie. I-uh didn't see you there" I panted pulling away.

Slipping a note into Nicks hand before his eyes went from purple swirls back to his normal eyes color.

"J-Julie" he stuttered going to pick up the flowers.

"I-I don't know what happened"

"I think I can explain what's going on here. Nicks just not that into you Jules. Sorry. Anyways don't tell Luke about this. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt now would we? See you later" I smirked walking down the front path of the house. Leaving the two dumbfounded.

I made sure I was out of sight before poofing away to the one place I called home. Awaiting for my revenge.

Julie's POV

I stood there in shock as y/n walked away. Leaving Nick and I standing on my front porch.

"Julie I- I can explain. She just- She was here and we started talking. I didn't even know her. I though she was your friend"

"I did too" I mumbled in confusion. What was wrong with her?

"She left me this. It probably her number but I don't want it. Your the only girl I want Julie" He said throwing the paper on the ground.

"I-I don't know what to say Nick. I um- can we talk about this later?"

"Of course. Take all the time you need"

"I will"

"These are for you by the way" He said sticking his hand out holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Thanks" I muttered watching as he too walked down the same path out the front gate. I picked up the paper Nick dropped. Confusion coursing through me. Until I opened the paper.

She's home at last. But alone. Don't make this any harder and come join my house band or else....

~Your friend at the HGC

I read to myself. Everything making sense now. I had to show the boys.

Y/n's POV

I glared at Caleb who sat across from me. Specifically at the same table we were seated at the very first night we entered this dump.

"They're not gonna come" I stated crossing my arms.

"Really? You think so?"

"They're not that stupid"

"Y/n you underestimate your bandmates. Your Luke's girlfriend, Alex's sister, and Reggies bestfriend. Of course they're coming for you. And when they do they'll be gifted with a new stamp. Just like you" He grinned at me making me scoff.

As if on cue someone flashed into the middle of the room making me audibly groan in frustration.

"Seriously?!" I shouted.

"Told you" Caleb spoke making me roll my eyes.

"Boys welcome home"

"This isn't our home. We came for my sister and we're leaving" Alex spoke up.

"That doesn't seem to be on my schedule for the day. Why don't I have Dante help get you boys settled into your new rooms?"

"Y/n let's go"

"She's not going anywhere. She can't yet"

"Why not?"

"Show them" Caleb said as I glared dagger through him.

"Oh now you don't want to speak. Don't be rude y/n show them what I've gifted you" Caleb encouraged me again.

I simply kept quiet with my arms still crossed.

"Fine then I'll show them" I let out a scream as my arms separated from each other turning until my wrist was finally viable to the three boys in front of me.

"What did you do?" Reggie asked as they inspected the golden stamp on my wrist.

"This my dear pal Reginald is a new stamp and once activated will send shocks through y/n here once again. Only this time it'll hurt just about three times as bad. That is until you agree to become apart of my house-band. Or you could just leave her here on her own it's your choice really" Caleb spoke tapping my wrist.

My eyes widened as the stamp began to float in the air before placing itself back on my wrist.

Suddenly an excruciating pain coursed through my body immediately making me drop to my knees.

"You have until tonight's show to make up your mind" He spoke before flashing out leaving us alone in the empty ballroom. Immediately I was engulfed by a pair of strong arms as the pain tingled on my wrist.

"Y/n! Baby are you okay?" Luke asked wiping away the stray tears that had escaped my eyes

"What happened? How'd Caleb get to you?"

"It was in front of Julie's house this morning. I went to ring the doorbell. I didn't even get to do it before Caleb showed up, possessed my body, made me kiss Nick in front of Julie, and then brought me here"

"He made you do what?!" Luke shouted.

"Uh- did she not mention that?" I asked sheepishly.

"She did not"

"All she said was that you were acting really weird and that you left this note" Alex said pulling out a folded up letter from his back pocket.

"Then forget, I said it" I quickly spoke attempting to move the conversation along.

"We'll talk about his later. We need to figure out how to get this stamp off your wrist" Luke said inspecting it closely.

We sat in Julie's garage trying to come up with an idea on how to get the stamp off which wasn't going so well since it still was sending electric shocks directly through my body.

I groaned in pain as another jolt course me evidently leaving me weaker as the time passed. It was getting dark out and we were running out of time.

"Guys it's almost 8:30. The show starts at 9:00" Julie said showing us her phone screen.

"We've got to figure out how to get this thing off" Luke shouted in frustration at the rest of the band.

The three of them expressing concern on their faces.

"Okay we have to think. What happened last night? What did we do to make your stamps disappear" Julie asked as Luke helped me sit up.

"Easy. Julie said she loved us. We said it back then we hugged"

"That's it! Julie said she loved us. She connected with us and we did with her"

"So your saying Julie has to say it again and hug y/n?" Reggie asked.

"We could try it" Julie suggested walking over to me.

I nodded standing up immediately falling back down as I was zapped once more. The stamp on my wrist tingling afterwards.

"Baby are you okay?" Luke whispered holding me in his arms.

"I-I'm fine. Let's just get this over with" I spoke standing up once more.

I looked at the girl in front of me seeing her eyes filled with hope.

"I love you" She spoke softly pulling me in for a hug.

"I love you you too Jules" I whispered in her ear. We pulled back seeing the stamp flatly sitting upon my skin.

"It- it didn't work"

"Do it again" Luke demanded.

"It's not gonna work Luke"

"It has to. Do it again" He ordered. I shook my head no looking at the girl in front of me. Her eyes beginning to tear up.

"It's okay Julie. I'll be okay" I whispered wiping away the single tear that left her eyes.

"Don't worry about me"

"How could I not? I can't lose you a second time y/n. Your like my big sister and I really do love you"

"I love you too. But I guess it only worked the one time" I said before another shock hit me.

"We could always figure out your unfinished business" Reggie suggested as I regained my posture.

"We don't have time"

"I have to get the Hollywood ghost club before that show or I'll become thin air"

"I'm coming with you" Luke said standing up.

"No your not. You are staying here. With Julie. Where your safe"

"Julie's not my girlfriend you are. So I'm going with you whether you like it or not. I'm sure Caleb wouldn't mind anyways"

"Luke Patterson you are not going anywhere"

"He's not but I am" Alex spoke.

"I am too"

"Not you guys too" I groaned looking at Julie for help.

"Do you understand what'll happen if you guys come back with me? Calebs going to brand you for life"

"So what?”

"So everything we've accomplished up to now would've been for nothing"

"It's going to be nothing if your not here with us" Reggie spoke.

"Julie a little help here"

"You guys need to go with her" The girl said letting out a breath.

"No Jules. You need them here with you. It's not Julie and the Phantoms without the Phantoms"

"Forget about the band right now y/n. You need them with you. You can't live whatever life you have left without your friends, your family, and your true love" I sighed looking at the girl who smiled softly at me.

"You guys brought music back into my life and for that I'll be forever grateful. And with Flynn I'll get through this. But I will never forgive myself if I separate you from your boys" She said making my eyes water.

"Our boys" I corrected her pulling her in for a tight hug.

I sighed in content as the rest of the boys joined our hug one last time.

"I love you guys"

"We love you too"

And that's when I felt it.

The feeling from last night. I was no longer week. The tingling had stopped.

"Your shining!" Julie gasped pulling away first.

Smiles formed on everyone's faces as the stamp arose form my wrist dispersing into thin air.

"W-we did it!" We did it!" Alex shouted jumping up and down excitedly.

"It makes sense now. I didn't just hug one of you. I hugged all of you!"

"I guess love really does conquer all" Luke stated pulling me into his arms, making sure to leave space so I could still look up at him.

"We did it baby"

"We did it" I confirmed pulling him in for a loving passionate kiss with everyone cheering in the background.

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