#✧*. — ⟨ just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me | queue. ⟩

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch16

Description: more progress yay!! Ghost sort of admits that he is affected by Laika. We get more sus of Graves.. Rudy feels the same and warns Alejandro- Alejandro recognises us but can’t place us…sorry about the lack of John and Kyle - they’ll be back soon! But “Garrick girl” 🤌🏼 I volunteer as tribute!!!

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

The helicopter lands, I am curled on Johnny's lap, with his hand on the back of my head stroking my hair. He had encouraged my face into his neck to calm me down from the initial upset of the Lieutenant scaring me. I just sort of leave my nose there, seeking comfort from the familiar Alpha. His scent slowly morphs from slightly angry back to the welcoming scent that he usually has over the course of the trip. When we land, he taps my back twice - "C'mon, Lass. Time to get some dinner and go to bed.." I whine, not wanting to leave the warmth and security that he provided.

I eventually stand, rolling my shoulder - it had started to feel better with a bit of rest and the painkillers Rudy had given me. I step to the side, allowing Johnny to lead me in the correct direction. He follows the Mexican bonded pair towards their base. The Lieutenant stays back, walking behind everyone.

Alejandro opens the door for everyone, welcoming us all into his base. He walks towards a large rec-room, filled with dinner tables and men. I notice that half of them are wearing Mexican Special Forces badges and the other half are in all-black outfits with American flags on their arms. The Shadows. I stay quiet while Johnny greets everyone confidently - always an extrovert...

I try to float towards Rudy when I'm stopped by Commander Graves. "Hey you, we meet again. Quiet little thing, aren't ya?" I stare at the ground, nervous to interact with the Alpha. "Hey..look at me!" he says, attempting to sound friendly but, in my opinion, coming across as pushy. Especially when he puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head so that my eyes meet his gaze.

"You new?" - I nod.

"Where ya' from?" - I narrow my eyes and squint, not quite sure how to answer. I hesitate before responding "Hereford" - not technically a lie. I sort of live in Hereford where the SAS base is..

He raises his eyebrows and nods his head. "argh, we'll break through that shy little exterior of yours, won't we sweets? I'm sure you're nice and soft on the inside.." He teases, winking. My body betrays me by blushing, I turn my head away, making his fingers fall away from under my chin. A shiver goes down my spine, feeling incredibly anxious. I glance around and Johnny is busy socialising with Shadows and Mexican soldiers alike... I can't see any other familiar faces - not even the Lieutenant.

My eyes fall to the food queue - surely no one would bother me if I was just getting some food?!

I walk to the queue, remove a tray from the stack and stand quietly. A group of noisy Shadow soldiers walk behind me. They chat and joke loudly with each other for a couple of minutes. I step forward when the queue moves. I feel the group behind me move, but this time they stop closer to me than they had been before. "Well well well" one of them drawls from behind my shoulder.

Don't turn around. They might not be talking to you.

I face forward, tense and anxious. The same Alpha clears his throat from behind me, obviously pissed that I was ignoring them. I feel a rough hand on the back of my neck, turning me around and holding me there. "Look what we've got boys! The 141 brought their bunny with them!! D'ya think they want to share her?!"

I whine but can't do anything. The wanker had scruffed me! Scruffing was reserved for disobedient Omegas.

*Ghost's POV*

I leave the girl with Johnny, while I go off to find a toilet. I was desperate for a piss. On my return, I glance around the large room. I quickly spot Johnny socialising and playing cards with other soldiers. Of course he was..

But the girl - where was she?! My eyes dart around and I see her in the queue for food. Just as I'm about to turn, having seen that she is still there, the Alpha's hand curls around her scruff and pulls her around to face him. My legs move before my brain can even process what was happening. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind and pull her into my side, quickly sending a decent right hook to the fucker's face. The group around him all gasp and the smirks on their faces drop.

"Fuckin' touch her again and I'll cut your fuckin' hands off" - she is clutching my hoodie, it feels like she is hyperventilating again. Fuck sake, Johnny! I kick the Alpha who had scruffed her in the ribs just for good measure. He grunts and coughs.

"Is that fuckin' understood?" I bark at them. I hear a chorus of 'Yessirs' and 'Yes, Lieutenant, sir', satisfied I move to leave, but the girl clings to me. I sigh, realising that I had accidentally began to massage her scent glands where that fuckin' Alpha had scruffed her. She relaxes into me...

*Johnny's POV*

I turn round when I hear the sound of a tray hitting the floor. I don't expect to see my Alpha holding the girl tenderly under his arm while laying out one of the Shadow soldiers. I excuse myself from the card game with a tight lipped smile. I jog over to Simon and grab his shoulder from behind. Big mistake Johnny!

He turns abruptly with his fist raised, ready to wallop me one. I hold both hands up to submit to him. "Steady, big guy.. s'just me.." I whisper, trying to calm him down. He just growls at me.. ohhh he was pissed..

"Thought I told you to fuckin' watch her, Johnny?!" He growls in an accusatory manner. I feel guilty.. "Sorry Alpha.. I thought she was with me.. I didn't realise she had gone to get food.."

"She got fuckin' scruffed by that bell-end, Johnny, you can't take chances like that.." he grumbles. I see her small hands squeeze Simon's side, through his hoodie. I know that the situation isn't exactly ideal but I'll stick my head on the line and call this progress..

"I'm going to take her over there" Simon nods to the corner "get her some food and bring it over.." he orders me. I nod, wanting to make up for my earlier stupidity. Before Simon moves, I tap her on her elbow trying to get her attention.

"Lass, it's just me.. what did you want to eat..?" - "nothin' not hungry.." she murmurs sadly.. - "Just get a bit of everything Johnny, we can eat what she doesn't.." Simon replies.

I nod and walk to the front of the queue plating up all the food options into several bowls.

Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

I feel so safe, which is weird. I've spent the past week being terrified of the Lieutenant, but now I feel totally safe wrapped in his arms. I try to tell myself that it's just because he didn't want to take me back to the others hurt or traumatized. I was his responsibility, after all.

Ghost slowly unwraps me from his arm and gently ushers me to the back corner of the room. I still can't read his face due to the mask, but I swear that his eyes look...softer.

He walks behind me, with his hand just hovering over my lower back, not actually touching me..

I sit quietly on the chair that he pulls out for me and begin to wring my hands and bite my nails. My eyes snap to his when he tutts at me and shakes his head. Something in me tells me to drop my hands and sit quietly. He narrows his eyes at my reaction. "Don't bite your nails - s'a bad habit" he grunts at me. I look between his two eyes, trying to imagine his face behind his mask. His scent exudes strength and power - and a newer thing that I've only just started picking up - safety..

Johnny breaks our weird staring contest by arriving back to the table with a huge selection of food. He clangs cutlery to the table and sits next to me. He rubs my back gently, whispering how sorry he was. That confuses me though - it wasn't Johnny's fault.. why was he apologising?! I glance at him with furrowed brows and he mistakes my expression for anger or annoyance directed at him, "No, lassie, please dinnae look at me like that.. yer breakin' my heart!" he whines.. I furrow my brow more before the Lieutenant helpfully interjects "Laika.. he thinks your pissed at him - fix your face.."

My eyes snap to Ghost's again before turning back to Johnny. "I - I don't know why you're apologising.." I admit.

"Well I took my eyes off you, didn't I? And you ended up gettin' scruffed by that fuckin' wanker.. that's why, Lass.."

"But that was my fault.. scruffing is reserved as a punishment for disobedient Omega's and in special situations, to ground a panicked or feral Omega.." I quote from the presentation and puberty manual we had all read back in school..

"No lass, he dinnae even ken if you're an Omega or Beta.. remember we cannae scent you, yet? Not until the suppressant drugs leave your system and you actually present as whatever you turn out to be.. I know LT thinks that..." - "JOHNNY..." Ghost barks as a warning and Johnny shuts up quickly. I look between both of them, confused.

"Ghost thinks what..?" I continue, feeling bold for once. I eventually bring my eyes to meet the Lieutenant's gaze. "Nothin' that matters" he grunts.

I scoff, "You think what, Lieutenant...?" I ask again, wanting to know. Brave girl, pushing an Alpha like this... my inner voice whispers nervously.

He tilts his head slightly at my determination. "Awkt, it's nothin' Lass.. I shouldn't have mentioned anythin'.." Johnny tries to brush his little slip up under the rug.

"No, Johnny.. I want to know.. I - I deserve to know... don't I?" my lip wobbles, genuinely feeling anxious but my bitch of an inner voice laughs manipulative little bitch.

*Ghost's POV*

Her fuckin' lip wobbles. Don't cry again. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"You're an Omega" I say plainly.

She freezes, Good job, Simon. Nothin' like sugar coating it..

*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*

"You're an Omega" he says.

My eyes widen and I go stiff. "Wh-what..? The Captain - John.. John said the tests were inconclusive.. It wasn't for certain..."

"You're an Omega, didn't need tested.."

"What- what do you mean..?"

"Your scent. As soon as Johnny found you.. your scent is Omega. I don't know why I can smell it.. but I've smelt you from day one. Sent me into a fuckin' unexpected pre-rut".

I gulp and look away. "S-sorry" - "S'fine, managed to control it.."

"But.. but the test results said tha...." - "Fuck the test results.."

I shut up and look at the food in front of me. Johnny holds out a spoonful of something, as if he was trying to hand feed me. I roll my eyes and shake my head, picking up my own spoon.

I may be useless and a liability, but I could at least fucking feed myself..

I stubbornly take a spoonful of the stew looking stuff and swallow it. Fuck it was hot! I try to blow the steam from my mouth but resort to fanning my mouth rapidly. Johnny laughs and slaps his knee and to my surprise, even the Lieutenant grunts a small laugh.

"S'not funny.."

"Aye it is, lass" Johnny continues.

"I want to go to sleep" I say, crossing my arms, trying to be in a huff with the pair.

"Now, girl, what's with the mood?" the Lieutenant asks. "S'not a mood". I snap quietly.

"Eat some food and then we will ask Alejandro and Rodolfo where the room is" he orders me, gently - knowing that I have an in-built need to obey orders.

I obey, but make a big show of sighing and looking annoyed while doing it. Johnny just laughs at me under his breath.

I suddenly cough when I realise "Wh-what do you mean 'room'..?"

"Where we will stay" he replies harshly, as if it was obvious.

"Room. As in Roo M? Just one..?" - "Yes - the Captain requested you stay with us. Safer if you have any more nightmares. We can set up a nice cosy cupboard for you if you'd prefer?" he teases me cruelly.

"Rudy said.. no, that's not true! Rudy said that John had called ahead and asked that I was made comfortable.. nothing about sharing a room.. Rudy would have said!"

"You callin' me a liar, girl? Coz' you know Rudy so well all of a sudden, huh..?" Ghost growls. I shrink slightly at his tone. I was pushing his buttons now.

"Rudy knows that you are staying with the 141 pack - if you'd prefer, I'll stay outside" he adds in a softer tone, this time. My stomach sinks. Why would I want that?! Oh yeah... I'm scared of him.. aren't I??

Rudy and Alejandro appear then, Rudy with a knowing smirk on his face. I narrow my eyes at the meddling Omega. Alejandro watches the interaction suspiciously.

*Alejandro's POV*

There was something strange about this girl. Rudy had already told me he thinks that she is an Omega. But.. I recognize her. From where? I don't know. I tell Rudy and he looks confused. He tells me to think on it overnight.. always the voice of reason. My smart Omega.

Rudy seems to trust her, says she is harmless and shy, needs friends. I'm happy to put my trust in him, he is rarely wrong about people. What is weighing heavier on my mind is that Rudy has also mentioned that he isn't hugely keen on the Americans.

I tell him that they provided good air support for us today. He just shrugs and says "there is just something about them, Alpha - be cautious please.."

I promise him that I will be cautious of the Americans, if he will remain cautious with the Garrick girl...

He agrees.

[moonchats]

glue song - S.R

summary: where spence has a dance with you :)

warnings: major fluff, reader is also an agent,spencer’s bi because just because the writers can take it away doesn’t mean it’s staying away,

*reader is gender neutral and description isn’t described!*

Your home was homey, green walls and dim litted rooms, it made you in awe of it every-time you walked through the door. It made you smile even more when you realise your boyfriend lived in your dream home without you ever knowing.

You and Spence were close before you finally got together, you two were the best of friends, you sat across from him for 3 years feeling sorry for yourself as he talks about a girl he kissed, or a guy he liked wallowing in self pity, wishing it was you he chose to care for, and wish was there when he awoke. And finally your wish came true. And it had been the best years of your life.

Both of you had the day off, you decided to spend finishing up research and baking while Spence had took himself on a walk to the bookstore on the corner before he got groceries. Chocolate fudge cake, with sprinkles of course, was a favourite of Spencer’s so you decided to make it regularly, and any left overs were greatly appreciated by the rest of your team, which is what you were making now. Spencer and you were insanely alike, both of you loving doing your own thing but in the company of each other, more like shared silence, but both of you still needed recharge time and you both have your own ways of doing it.

Their was cocoa powder all over the kitchen, and cake mix on your face, but with the sound of music humming from the record player throughout the appartement, nothing could diminish such a good mood. With birds lightly chirping from the gutter above the window, and the sun shining on the ever growing collection of books, it was a perfect day.

As if on queue, Spencer walked through the door as soon as you thought of perfect, holding bags of groceries and a smile on his face. “Isn’t this a sight for sore eyes” he gushed, heat rushing to your cheeks, as he placed the groceries on the counter placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Well hello” You smiled towards him, he wore a light washed pair of jeans with a thin jumper along with his shirt and tie, with the glasses that make you smitten, “,this should be done in about 40 minutes”

The glow on his face was nothing but appreciation, an appreciation of you, and your love for him, “I love you” He smiled, a thank you from him.

“I didn’t even do anything”

“Yeah, but you’re here and so i love you” He responded, your heart full.

The piano started, from a track you both adored, ‘Hooked on romance’ from the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra filled the room. You looked him in the eye, “Dance with me?”

“Dance with yo-, I can’t dance, i can barely stand without falling” He chuckled, you smacked his shoulder lightly, pleading with him with your eyes, “Fine but you can’t judge me.”

His fingers lightly grasped yours before he pulled you into him to rest your head on his shoulder, as you swayed with him to the song, before he pulled away from you, holding on to your hand to spin you around before pulling you back to him. Your head instantly rested onto him again,

“I feel like i’m stuck to you, like i cant think of my life without you” You whispered.

“Then don’t, stop acting like you’ll become a ghost of my memory, i’m here for you, till forever” He rubbed your back and you both carried on swaying.

A smile appeared on your face, which he felt grow against his chest “Then I guess i’m stuck forever”

by the glue OH AND YOUUUU!!!

also the song they danced too was

it’s on of my fav tracks of all time, please give it a listen if you get time i promise it won’t be a bad decision!!

also, i’m making all my ‘x Reader’ fics gender neutral from now on, i try to limit the description on the reader as much as i can so be as inclusive as possible, please let me know anywhere else i can make it more inclusive with my language

and also please lmk if you enjoyed, spencer is a very comforting character so i love writing fluff for him because it comes to me so easily!!! - Love you to the Moon and back xx

[fictionalmenxyn]

Don’t fear the Reaper, but don’t fall for the Reaper

TF141 x fem!reader

Who is the one to be yours? Who will win the former female lieutenant?

Pump cover= over-sized gym clothes. Spot= someone who stands behind you to catch’s the weights of you struggle/can’t control it.

Tw: language and I believe that’s it

—–—

You were quite known in your military career. Being one of the most respected, most badass and feared female lieutenant. Over the years you gain a reputation for yourself, people who you’ve worked with especially the younger ones usually would fangirl you or always ask ‘are you the Grim Reaper?’ It was as if you were a celebrity or something.

You were currently in your room, getting ready to go to the gym. Grabbing your headphones and your mask, you pulled the smooth fabric over your soft skin.

Walking out of your room, locking it behind you, you walk to the gym. As you entered you saw a few people there, then you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Looking down it was a text from Ghost, he texted ‘where are you?’ You replied ‘the gym, why?’ He shortly replied ‘just checking, wanted to drop something off at your room. I’ll drop it by later.’ You replied with a thumbs up and walked further into the gym.

Pulling off your pump cover, you placed it next to your water and phone. Getting ready for the squats you were about to do, you saw a few of the younger boys eyeing you up. Not giving a shit at first you started to do your squats.

As you were about to finish your squats, you could feel the pressure of the boys as you tried to go till failure. But it was as if your mind has been read. Ghost entered the gym and as he spotted you, he saw your eyes were concentrating on something through the mirror. He noticed the boys staring and checking you out.

So he walked over to you, helping you by being your spot then he looked at the boys and warned “keep your eyes up, those weights aren’t gonna lift themselves.” And with that you pushed yourself to do one last lift and you had now finishers doing your squats.

You turned around and smiled under your mask, Ghost saw you smiled by the way your eyes moved. You spoke “thank you” he nodded “no problem, let me know if they bother you again, ok?” You nodded as you headed over to your next activity.

—

After being in the gym around an hour or so, you headed back to your room. Showering and changing into your usual outfit; consisting of your green T-shirt that showed your leaned muscles nicely and your camo-combats that’s should your curves nicely. You were about to pull on your boots when you heard your door being knocked. You shouted “it’s open!” The door opened to reveal Gaz, you smiled with your eyes “hey Gaz, what’s up?” He shrugged “pretty bored, thought you could cure my boredom.” You chuckled and spoke “sure, oh I also have that thing you asked me to grab while I was out.” You grabbed the aftershave you bought when you went out perfume shopping.

He smiled “ah great, thanks, here.” He hands you some money from his wallet. You thanked his for the money and placed it in your draw. You two chatted then saw it was now lunchtime.

Walking into the cafeteria, you walked on over towards the already-formed queue and grabbed a food tray.

—

Meanwhile, at the table which sat Ghost, Soap and Price a conversation took its turn when Soap’s eyes laid on you. He spoke “how on earth is a woman like her single? Eh?” Ghost shrugged and took another bite of his food as his mask sits on his nose. Price looked at Soap and told “just because you and many others fancy her, doesn’t mean she’s into them. She’ll find the right one for herself. Y/n’s a very independent person.”

The boys watched as you and Gaz spoke and laughed. Ghost kept a close eye on you, something in his head sent a sense that something was off. God you’d always say he should’ve been a psychic the way he predicts things.

And as his predictions were correct, he could see you were uncomfortable by some boys who were closer to you than you were ok with. Gaz wasn’t in the queue now as he had went to go grab some condiments. You looked them up and down dirty that’s when Ghost got up and walked over.

Ghost walked over and placed his hand on the small of your back. He asked “you ok?” He knew to ask this as he knows that you won’t pretend nothing happened. You spoke “these new ones don’t seem to understand personal space and how to act like men.”

Ghost looked at the now pale boys, he asked “is that so?” The boys shook their head. Ghost asked “so is Lieutenant Reaper, here, lying to me?” No one moved but one boy nodded. Ghost looked at you and spoke “go over to our table, I’ll deal with these immature kids.” You nodded and whispered a thanks as you grabbed your tray and left.

Once you sat at the table Soap was first to speak “you alright? What were they doing?” You sighed “just being the immature pricks they are, it’s the same people constantly. They did it in the gym early too, Ghost warned them there too.” Price nodded and added “I’ll talk to Laswell about them.” You nodded “thank you, Cap.”

Ghost walked back over and sat next to you, Ghost spoke “boy never leave do they.” You shook your head “unfortunately.”

Then the conversation changed and everyone was talking, Soap would make flirty comments or jokes every so often and Ghost would freeze a little.

—

It was now late at night, well… it was around midnight so late to some. You heard a faint knock on the door, you walked over and opened the door and moved aside for Ghost. Little did everyone know… besides Price, was that you two were dating. Price knew as Ghost mentioned your name when they were creating the team; Laswell did want you to join too cause you two are close.

You closed the door and walked over to the bed Ghost was currently getting comfortable in. You whispered “your late.” You smirked, lucky for you two was that you could take your masks off when it was just the two of you. You two have trusted each other and been together for ages so you both were comfortable.

He mumbled back “heard a few people walking past, besides I’m here now.” You smiled “good.” He chuckled and opened his arms. Crawling onto the small bed which Ghost practically hogged, you we’re comfortable laying on top of him. He rubbed your back as you to quietly talked each other to sleep.

And yea, Ghost did bring up that MacTavish did try and flirt with you. Which Ghost can confirm he failed at that but did try which you laughed to. As you two talked feeling more comfortable in each others arms; you both started to drift off to sleep. The two most feared and dangerous people cuddling closely together and feeling safe and comfortable with each other’s hands and presences.

Have a good day/night!🫶 also yes, I do believe Soap isn’t thee best at flirting or at least the flirty jokes.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted snippet (TMA x Malevolent)

- In which Elias has adjusted his plan to the new situation

- Yellow is acting a little jealous

- Possibly because Tim has adopted a wet cat

———-

It’s Jon.

Jon, who looks like a gray ghost, who holds out a key and a post-it note with a six-digit code, and who looks smaller than usual, as if whatever Bouchard said to him has compressed him right down.

“Oh, thanks.” Tim takes them. “Hey - you okay?” he says, softly, trying not to further spook the obviously spooked man.

Jon stares at him. “Did you know there are things?” he says.

“So that’s a nope,” says Tim, who has decided to adopt Jon whether Jon knows it or not, and takes his arm to gently lead him in. “Sit down, already, before you pass out?”

“I am not going to pass out,” says researcher-Jon, who has bristled like an irate hedgehog.

Tim sits him down, anyway, right on the cot.

It squeaks.

Tim plops onto a box labeled PAPER, which, as he’d hoped, is quite sturdy enough to support him. “You okay?” he says again.

“There are… there are things.”

Yellow finds Jon’s distress funny.

The chuckle is soft, dark, cruel; it makes Tim very angry.

Who the fuck does Yellow think he is, laughing at some poor guy for being scared?

He’s pretty sure this anger is his, not some stupid Desolation’s. Still, he takes a moment to force it down. “Yeah. I did know, little buddy, but only for about… two days? Or so? I’m losing track.”

“Oh,” says Jon. 

What the hell had Bouchard done up there? “I’m guessing your boss filled you in.”

Jon looks forlorn. “One of them’s got me already, apparently?”

“He just went full info-dump, didn’t he?” says Tim, who feels utterly justified in disliking that guy. “I’m sorry. I’m still wrestling with it all myself.”

“He says one of them’s got you, too,” says Jon. “And I am… I’m to go with you to your apartment, where we will obtain what is necessary from your belongings, and then retreat back to the Institute as quickly as possible.”

TIm blinks slowly. “He’s sending you?”

Jon reddens. “Yes. He says I… he says. I…”

Like a sopping wet cat, Tim thinks. “Might help to talk it out, yeah? Why don’t you start at the beginning? Was it Elias?”

“Oh, gods, yes it was Elias.” Jon puts his face in his hands. 

Tim, we don’t have time to play therapist.

Tim doesn’t have time to tell Yellow off, either, so he ignores him. “What happened, Jon?”

“I tried to quit to prove him wrong,” says Jon. “I couldn’t.”

“Okay,” says Tim.

“I wouldn’t have believed him except he knew about Mister Spider,” says Jon.

“Okay?” says Tim.

Jon stares. “Can we go? I… I don’t think I can sit here and think too much about this right now.”

“Sure, all right. We can talk later,” says Tim in his most soothe-the-spooked-cat voice. “But - no offense - why is he sending you?”

“Oh. Because I saw who was following you this morning.”

Tim blinks. “You did?”

“Three of them. Two looked quite ill, but one just looked… angry. They all made me nervous; I’d assumed you knew, but Elias said you didn’t.”

Well, I suppose he has that much going for him, says Yellow, dismissively. He truly is in tune with the Beholding.

“I didn’t see anybody,” says Tim. “I really need the extra set of eyes. We’re… I’m a bit of trouble, you know?”

“That’s what he said.” Jon stands (and the cot squeaks). “He’s called us a car.”

“Then is all this… necessary?” says Tim. 

“Elias says it is, and I’m really not in a place to argue using rational concepts at the moment.”

Time snorts. “Yeah, it is a lot, right? Well, let’s go, then.” Tim guides him out the door.

Jon is shaking. His slightly oversized sweater-vest nearly hides it, but he is.

Pathetic, says Yellow, as if trying to rile.

And suddenly, Tim is completely sure he’s doing it to get Tim’s attention for himself.

Why? 

Jon gives Gertrude and absolutely wild look as they pass. If there were a window down here, Tim thinks Jon might leap for it.

Gertrude is unreadable. She glances once at Jon, then focuses on Tim again. “I’m watching you.”

“There’s a queue for that,” says Tim, and hurries Jon out.

“She’s odd,” says Jon as they take the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Could’ve sworn she had blood all over her for a moment.”

Wait, says Yellow. Give me eye contact. Now.

After that rudeness? Tim sighs.“Don’t suppose Elias told you why I’m in trouble,” he says.

“No. He said that was your purview, should I earn your trust.”

Tim considers. Considers the shittiness of that statement, the subtle cutting-down of Jon, the implication that he wasn’t already worth trust. “So he’s really a dickhead, isn’t he?”

Jon sputters. “He’s… I don’t know! He’s just Elias! I’ve barely noticed him in the past three years. Once my interview was done, we’ve hardly interacted!”

Tim. I know you can hear me. Stop ignoring me, Tim.

Tim wonders what will happen if he does.

Is this really the place to push? How?

Oh, he’s tempted. 

But… poor researcher Jon would have to deal with the fallout, and that doesn’t seem fair. “Right,” he says. “So… the things Elias told you about? Something like that jumped out of the book I brought in. It’s in my head right now, whining for attention.”

Maybe he’d push a little.

Jon gawks.

Yellow’s ire (which Tim can feel) is only matched by his shock. The combination is silent.

Ha, Tim thinks.

Jon is taking this very seriously. “Really?”

“Really. Talks all the time. Shares an eye.” Tim taps his right cheek. “He’s looking at you through this one. He asked if you’d pause a moment while he checks you out.”

“Checks me out?” blurts Jon, stopping before the final stair. “For what? A new host?”

Hardly. That would not be worth my time, Yellow drawls, and now Tim is sure they’re in some kind of weird wit battle.

He doesn’t know the rules. Wasn’t told them. Figures that gives him the right to make them up. “Naw,” he says. “He’s not a swinger. He just wants to see, is all.”

Jon’s eyes seem take up half his face. “What?” he says.

“You know, because he’s in me already?”

This has gone right over Jon’s head. He stares at Tim as though he’s speaking Sanskrit.

Wet paper bag of a man, Tim thinks with growing fondness, and has mercy. “Never mind. Let’s go see that car he called for us, yeah?”

He’s an idiot, Yellow declares. Mentally deficient.

Tim rolls his eyes.

Apparently, Jon likes having something concrete to do, because he’a up that final stair and across the lobby at a significantly faster pace.

[titanicfreija]

"Humans have very limited ranges of motion," Sunny complained.

The Titan lifted her head and found Sunny 'matting into view in her cockpit between matches. "Yeah? I mean. We're attached to ourselves," Freija responded. "I'm sorry I can't detach my hands? I mean, I can't and still use them?"

Sunny flickered at her Guardian. "Well, I was trying to come up with a way for you to dance with me, and copying didn't work at all, so I was trying to translate my things into your things, and then I was just going to change your things into mine, but both of those feels impossible because you only have four major limbs and none of them can rotate or move three hundred sixty degrees."

Freija blinked at her Ghost. "I mean, we're attached to ourselves," she repeated. "Tendons and shit, you've seen 'em."

"Yes," sighed Sunny.

"It's okay, we're used to this one," Freija cheered, and she took herself out of the queue and punching in new coordinates in the Dreaming City.

"What-- where are we going?"

"Eh, nowhere, exactly? Private space outside, lots of those shrines and platforms and mountains and shit--free to practice unabashed for both of us. Guardians don't go often, and I know lots more hiding places than everyone else."

Sunny hung silent and Freija grinned at her. "I don't have very good armor for this," she admitted, "and I don't want to take it off while I'm there. So this will just be us trying to make stuff for better practice later."

"You've got to stop making excuses," Sunny teased.

"Yeah yeah yeah."

~

"Okay."

The white stone stuck out in the midst of the surrounding wildlife, almost as badly as the shining, fiery Titan standing on it.

"Lucky for you," Sunny declared, "I needed to find new ways to rotate my new shells."

Freija cocked her head to a side. "How did you do that, anyway?"

Sunny wheeled at her Guardian but didn't speak. Instead, she rotated to put her back directly into the sunlight and line her eye up with the shadow beneath. She wheeled her petals, then stretched them all out, wheeling front and back 180° in opposite directions. "These are much more fan-shaped, so I'll be able to do flowers better, but my stars..." The Ghost drifted off as she stretched her petals in four sets, front and back sets twisting in pairs. The different edges lined up to make points, so she stretched all eight up and turned them all to layer like scales in a circle, creating rounded points. "It'll pass," she murmured, turning to her Guardian, who stood with her mouth pursed shut and her shining eyes wide.

"You're not clumsy," Sunny told her before she got started. "You just don't realize how often you make difficult things look natural and easy."

"Practice," Freija grumbled. "Yeah yeah yeah. So, show me something simple that doesn't mean turning a limb into a picture? Or maybe go ahead and let me see if I can copy it. I can make shapes with my hands?"

Sunny wheeled thoughtfully. "I like the idea of you dancing with me, and I don't know if your hands count."

"Puppets count as far as I'm concerned, dancing is dancing."

Sunny giggled. "I can pull your strings? Hamstrings?"

The pair laughed and Sunny considered the steps she knew, and how many of them didn't involve full circles. (Not many.)

"Okay. You can't laugh at any names. But there's one that's Short Wave where I..."

She sent her petals out in arcs, moving each ninety degrees back and forth, back and front together.

Freija nodded, then moved her left hand ninety degrees from the elbow, then from her shoulder, then mixed the two where she lifted her elbows then folded her arm to touch her shoulder and stretched it out. "Any of those look good? Any kind of energy I'm trying to put forth? Or whatever? You know, artists are so fucking weird?"

Sunny giggled at her Guardian. "Most of the things we're going to translate easily are going to be fast paced and high energy, because the short motions usually are. I can double their count to slow them down, but they'll still be high energy."

"Ssssso, dance moves as invented by my Sunny Bunny Sunbeam," Freija teased. "So how about, instead of my translating one by one, you show me a short routine and we take that apart? Or did you need to make one up?"

"Actually-- yes, but you can definitely come up with your own footwork while I do that. There's--"

"Nine points on three layers, basically a cube, though you stayed pretty well in the middle," Freija interjected. "I noticed that one."

Sunny bonked Freija's chest, but the Titan just laughed. "Anyway, I can duck for the low points, but the high ones can only be jumping. I can hold for a bit, but you'll have to lower sooner or bounce for me."

Sunny wheeled and swung in the air, considering possibilities.

"But yeah, if I start mid-back left, I can follow with single steps and tap or wiggle something on off beats."

Sunny swayed again. "Shoulder wiggle would be good for this one," she suggested. "I use similar points of reference for my shell, with myself as the center of sixty-four points."

Freija gave a huge revelatory nod as her mouth opened wide. "Ohhh! So." She put a hand at her head, then stretched right above it, then extended her arm straight up.

"We're getting there," Sunny laughed.

~~~~

I keep trying to write this but I don't know how to dance and I can't make any up for actual human-shaped people. The bit keeps making me think of the Simon Says emote, though, and I love the idea, so I keep trying.

@annieruok94

[cherishcherubi]

Offscreen post: Shalour Airport.

Callisto stands in the middle of Shalour Airport, arms sternly crossed. The green-haired Skull Grunt rapidly approaches her.

"HEEREYYYY GIRRRR-"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Iolana skids to a stop.

"Whadya' mean the fuck am I doin'? You're sposed' ta be HAPPY ta see me, bitch!"

"Iolana, you- Do you know how busy I am right now? I can't just put you up without any warning. And why the hell would you text me to come to the airport from a new number? What was your game plan if I didn't show?"

"Wh- okay, wow, bitch, first off, MY phone died. I texted ya from Paulie's phone."

She gestures behind her, and almost on queue, two more Skulls round the corner. The one in front, a tired looking older man (well, for Skull standards) with purple hair, approaches her. He seems to be pulling around everyones luggage.

"I told you this was a stupid idea, Lana. Also, if she told you my name is Paulie, it's not. My names fucking Jason."

The second Skull finally catches up to the group, seemingly oblivious to the argument. In fact, the Egg she's holding seems to be more aware than her.

"Jason, you can't just abandon your kid like that!"

She lifts the Egg, indicating that it is the said child.

"Look how said they a- oh shit the girls are fighting? Mmm. Okay, no, I'm gonna go buy a 25$ slice of pizza."

The blue-haired grunt exits as swiftly as she enters. Callisto sighs, placing her head in her hands.

"And I certainly can't house THREE of you. And an Egg. And all your Pokémon..."

"What? C'mon, Calli! I'm smarter than that, girl! We're gonna be livin' in that old ass hotel!"

"Living??? You're moving here??? Iolana, you don't even SPEAK Kalosian. Also, that hotel is extremely haunted."

"Awww Calli, I can handle a couplea' Ghost t-"

"Sorry. Haunted?? Ghost types???"

"Shut the fuck up Paulie, ya wuss. Skull's Kalos branch needsa' place ta stay, and were pretty fuckin' used to creepy crawlies and decrepit conditions, so I think were capable of handlin' it. I'm just tryna get a ride there from you, ya asshat!"

Callisto simply sighs again. She's 6'4" in these shoes and towers above the fairly petite Grunt... or, is she a leader now? Either way, that fact doesn't seem to be intimidating her in the slightest. Callisto is silent, seemingly deciding if it's worth her time to try and change their minds.

"Arc above... I don't have a car, Iolana. I got a taxi. People don't drive here... Hell, they don't drive in Alola either! Why would you assume I... Fuck. Fine. I'll show you where the hotel is tomorrow. But tonight, you're either shelling out for a hotel or sleeping here."

The taller woman then abruptly turns and leaves.

"Wh- HEY! GET BACK HERE, BITCH!"

[quartenzoned]

Ghost Memories Remembered Upcoming Chapter Draft

Work in progress. This might be for chapter 21, but right now I'm actually not where to put this in the timeline. This is a flashback scene, by the way.

There might be some things I want to adjust, but we'll see. Feel free to give any advice.

Pico carefully walks closer and closer to Boyfriend’s dorm. He takes a deep breath, “You got this, you got this.” Pico psychs himself up, trying to kill his nervousness. He’s done this basically a thousand times, but despite it all, he just can’t bring himself to stop worrying at the start. “Just ask him, act natural, and then…” He clears his throat and stops talking to himself. He’d rather not look stupid in front of anyone if they show up out of nowhere.

Rasing his hand, Pico knocks on the door.

“Coming!” The familiar and calming voice of Boyfriend makes Pico stand up straighter than usual, and before he can worry about how he looks as well, BF yanks the door open and smiles incredibly widely. “Hey Pico!” Without a second to respond, Pico feels BF’s arms wrap around him. A smile grows on Pico’s face, as he hugs back. “What brings you to my dorm today?”

Relaxing in his presence, Pico smirks. “Just wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me. I found this cool place I thought you might wanna see.”

BF looks up at Pico, both suspicious and curious. “Oh really?” He pokes Pico’s chest, “Last time you said that, we literally went to a bar, and that didn’t go well at all.” Both of the boys recall what happened that night, with completely opposing opinions of it as well. “That fight lasted for like… ever.”

“Pft, first of all, it wasn’t a bar. It was a club,” Pico defends himself, while BF gives him a look, with a smile. “Not that kind of fucking club you dumbass! You know what I mean!” Boyfriend chuckles at his response. “Ugh, whatever Bee. You coming or not?”

“Of course, Pico. Just uh, how long are we gonna be there?”

Pico hesitates for a second, before answering the question “Not that long. Why are you asking?”

“No particular reason… I was only curious.”

Despite a strange feeling building up in his mind, Pico shrugs it off and takes his word. The two begin to walk away from the campus and out into the world. With Pico leading the way, they don’t get too distracted along the way and make it to the destination rather quickly.

With a small grin, Pico turns to BF and opens the door. Inside, music echoes through the building. “I’m sure you can guess what this place is, right?”

Immediately, Boyfriend gets excited and gaps. “Oh my gosh, no way!” He starts dashing towards the sound of music, and Pico quickly catches up to him before he loses sight of BF. Approaching the area, Boyfriend notices that there is a stage where people are singing, taking the spotlight as countless people watch. “How big is this place!?” He asks in awe, taken aback by the amount of things in this building.

Pico chuckles and puts a hand on BF’s shoulder. “Well, this is the main attraction, where you can either have your five seconds of fame, or five seconds of humiliation.” He points to the stage for emphasis, “Anyone can put themselves on the queue to go on the stage for free and sing a song for the audience, but most of the time it’s just embarrassing.” As he finishes explaining, Boyfriend immediately starts running to the stage in hopes to sing. “Damn, wait up Bee!” He chuckles and catches up to him before he can register.

At the side of the stage, a man stands guarding a door that presumably leads to the back area of the stage. “Are you here to enter the queue?” The man asks, as Boyfriend nods energetically. “Well, alright. You’re…” He looks at his clipboard and writes down something. “Tenth on the list.”

“What? Really? I wanna go now!” BF pouts, impatient.

“Sorry, you gotta wait your turn.” The man looks away, focusing on the stage. Boyfriend sighs and turns to Pico, frowning.

Seeing Boyfriend sad makes Pico glare at the man, but he shakes his head, not wanting to do anything rash. He decides to approach the guy in an attempt to bribe him. “Hey. You sure there ain’t any other way to get through quicker?” He asks, ready to do whatever so that Boyfriend can get on stage first.

The guard chuckles at Pico, and then comes up with a good idea. “Tell you what. If you want him to go on first, then I’ll gladly do it in one condition.” He brings out a pen, and taps on his clipboard. “Sing with him. If you two can give off the best show this month, then I’ll let it slide, hell I’ll give you two V.I.P access for all I care.”

Pico immediately flinches back, “Hell no! I… I don’t sing.” The man laughs in response, knowing full well he’d reject the offer. Boyfriend grabs Pico’s hand, and smiles at him. With a sigh, Pico turns back to the man with gritted teeth. “We’ll do it.”

“Thanks, Pico.” He doesn’t respond to BF’s words, but does pull him closer. They take a seat nearby and wait for the current performance to finish. The moment it does, the two quickly approach the guard for entry, before the original first person can. In the back, there is a bunch of equipment ready for use, alongside an area where they can choose a song that they’d want to sing.

[alba8688]

Chapter 8

Word count;1601

Warnings:mentions of suicide

EDDIE POV

Today is the 2nd day of spring break and here I am stuck in my apartment. I mean I could be anywhere I want because im a fucking ghost or a spirit or whatever the fuck iam.but here I am hiding from Aria in the secret room in the closet where my sweetheart is resting the last place i left her before i did whatever the fuck i did that cause for me to be fucking ghost .

Well there's a reason why I'm hiding here. I wanted Ari to find my sweetheart and put her on her stand where she belongs next to my bed, not here hiding behind these four small walls that must be suffocating her. I mean it is not like she is alive i mean she is a guitar Jesus Christ.

But i know i would be suffocating if i was stuck here for so long two years to be exact and no one has found her,Well that was the whole point why i made this room to hide important stuff in case someone broke in.

But that never happened.

I just want Ari to find my sweetheart and get her out of here because it's still really hard for me to pick up bigger things.Plus i I really do trust Aria and I know she will take care of my sweetheart.

I just wish I could wake up from that stupid coma that I got myself in..

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever wake up .

I really hope I do .

But then again what if i don’t ever wake up.

"Eddie." I heard Ari's steps close to where I was.

Her steps were getting closer and closer and I wanted to jump out and scare her .I was tempted to trust me.

But I had to wait till she was closer.

"Eddie is not fair because you can disappear and move to a different place !" she whine

Her voice sounded closer this time as she was in the closet already.

So that was my queue. I jumped out to scare her but didn't know she was already in front of the door where my sweetheart was and went straight through her .

That was something I wasn't expecting.

But it happened.

Suddenly Images of Ari's memories flash through my mind as if I was in her head. Everything happens in a matter of a few seconds. It was a memory between her and Jason. Memories that were private that I shouldn't have seen but I did.It was of Them together on dates, intimate memories as well that was something I didn't want to see. Then it was the memories of them there last year together. He always made excuses to leave and meet up with Chrissy. Somehow Ari knew but she never said anything because she thought she was just being a jealous girlfriend. A toxic girlfriend like Jason called her and like Chrissy called me too. Suddenly I felt like crying , a sharp pain in my chest not like a heart attack but the same pain I felt when Chrissy cheated on me .

From Ari's eyes I saw her standing on the back of the church hiding on the back of the Pillar of white flowers looking at Jason and Chrissy standing in front of the altar saying their vows. When the priest said if there was anyone in the crowd who had a reason for them not to get married for them to talk now.But Ari turned around walking away bumping into someone.

She didn't see who it was because her eyes were glued to the ground not wanting anyone to see her crying but those shoes and that chain on the jeans of the person,that was me she bumped into before I went inside making a scene .

"Y-you were there?" We both spun around at the same time pointing at each other Ari's eyes red and tears trickling down her cheeks .

"I-I saw how y-you.." she couldn't finish the sentence and dropped to her knees .

"You saw what ?" I asked, kneeling down in front of her trying to grab her face in my hands but I Couldn't.I really wished I could cup her face, feel her warm cheeks on the palm of my hands, wipe those tears away Make her feel better.

But i couldnt because im in a fucking coma.

But now I wonder: Did she see the same thing I did ?

Did she see my point of view ?

"E-Eddie you are worth it ,y-you are loved by so many people y-you d-didn't have to try to end your life I felt everything .::" she stopped and looked at me then placed her hands on her neck as if she was gasping for air.

What was she doing?

"Y-you let yourself drown, why?!"

What does she mean I let myself drown?

What was she talking about ?

And just like that in a matter of seconds images of my last minutes came to my head.

"Jesus Christ!" I stood up remembering that awful night I tried to take my life away and only ended up in a bed in a coma in Hawkins hospital .

"I felt everything ,your pain ,your heartbreak,the water you were choking in, your last breath you didn't even fight for your life why? ." She choked in her words at the end .

"I'm sorry ."was Everything I said ,I didn't want her to feel the pain I felt I didn't even remember my last minutes everything happen in a flash and the next thing I knew when i open my eyes again I was standing in front of Ari looking at her getting a beer from my fucking fridge with just a towel wrapped around her body .

I didn't know what was happening at that time. I couldn't understand why there was another girl in my apartment that wasn't chrissy.

"For what ?" She asked ,getting me out of my thoughts.

She stood up slowly still crying, her eyes already puffy and her nose red .

"For what you saw." I looked down playing with my rings ,I felt embarrassed for being such a weak ass man who tried to run away from his problems by taking his life away .

I'm always running from my problems ,my pain.That was the only thing i thought that could make the pain go away by killing myself.Which i failed miserably because i'm still barely alive in a hospital bed surrounded by machines.

Why was I so weak? Ari was going through the same pain but it never ever crossed her mind to take her life away instead she was strong even though she was going through so much pain the same pain as mine.

But She was strong; she stayed in Hawkins and continued her job in Hawkins high school .

She never gave up like I did.

She wasn't weak like I was.

"Y-you were the person I bumped into when I left the church ." I heard her say ,getting me out of my thoughts once again.

I look at her. I really want to wipe those tears from her face.

"Yeah,before I made a scene and a complete idiot out of myself ." I chuckled remembering that stupid afternoon begging Chrissy to come back to me that I loved her and that I would change. I have no idea why I would change. I even told her I'll make the closet just like she wanted and Then the rest is a blurred .

“I need to lay down.” Ari said before walking out and leaving me alone in the walk in closet.I follow her upstairs and lay down next to her both looking up at the ceiling.

“You with it Eddie.”she whispered

“So are you Ari and so much.”

I don’t know how long we stay like that in bed but after awhile Ari got up to put a movie .

"The notebook." I've never thought in a million years that I'll be watching this damn movie.But here I am laying down next to Ari watching the movie and holding back tears .

I don't know what the fuck was going on with me that I was crying when she went back and saw Noah again and they slept together.

Maybe it was all those memories coming back to me ,or maybe it was me becoming too sentimental.

"Jesus Christ is someone cutting onions here !!" I joked wiping the tears from my eyes

"You're crying ?" Ari turned to face me sniffling. She was worse than me and she looked adorable, her eyes red, her nose red and puffy God she was beautiful .

I don't know what it was but lately I've started to feel different. At first when I met Ari I felt uncomfortable having another girl here that wasn't Chrissy but as the months passed she changed everything in me .

She made me smile ,she made me the happiest man whenever I see her taking pictures in the closet in the mirror that I had put for Chrissy but she thought it wasn't big enough.

The way her eyes lit up when she first saw the closet .

The way she takes care of the vanity I did for Chrissy, when Chrissy thought it wasn't good enough for her , Ari thought it was the best vanity ever .

I think I'm falling for Aria and it scares me .

One because I'm in a coma .

Second, I don't want my heart to be broken again.

I don't know if I could take that pain again.

Next chapter

[ghcstlies]

Evangeline loves pulling this shit on him nowadays. Guilt trips him into meeting her at a bar (I feel like you never spend time with me anymore) only to stand him up last minute with some bullshit babysitter excuse. 

(And he knows it’s a bullshit excuse, because he pays for a full-time nanny and keeps several excellently-rated babysitters on retainer for situations such as these. His little sister, however, doesn’t care how believable her excuses are anymore — just loves to get him out of the house to socialize and mingle and stop living like The Beast, lest I find out you’ve started talking to your furniture, Rhett.)

As it stands now, Everett can think of ten different things he’d rather stab himself in the eye with than spend another second in this place alone, a list which he types out furiously in the midst of a scathing text message to his sister about disrespect and a waste of a perfectly good Netflix queue. He’s in the middle of typing the words ‘a used glass dildo’ when he pauses, reassessing the situation. It takes him less than a minute to settle on deleting the entire message and texting back a simple ‘K’ instead, because he may be angry, but he’s not angry enough to antagonize the person who dictates how much access he has to his niece. 

He pockets his phone, ready to close out his tab and crawl back into the hole he similarly crawled out of, when the words Ghost Towns assault his ears. He doesn’t flinch, but it’s a near thing — almost instinctive, nowadays, when the name of his show is shouted at him. There are two kinds of people who’ll do this: the kind that hate him, and the kind that don’t. He’s not really sure he’s in the mood to deal with either.

Glancing at the source of the intrusion, he’s met with a young man — probably in his twenties, by the look of him — who looks, for all intents and purposes, like he’s been left unsupervised. Everett can’t really put his finger on why he looks this way, but he catches himself looking around for a parent or guardian anyway, just to be sure. “Uh huh,” he replies warily. He braces himself for whichever of the two ways this can go. If history has any say, it’ll either go fine — big fan, man — or not-fine — so you’re a piece of shit, huh. He scratches his jaw anxiously, attempting to school his expression into one of nonchalance. “That’s me.”

𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔧 — 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔫 ( @ghcstlies )

You break one bottle of vermouth and suddenly you’re ‘not welcome at The Velvet Unicorn any longer’. CJ thinks it’s ridiculous, because it was the bartender who dared him to juggle it in the first place. It’s like…making him one of those escape goats or something. That lick the salt lamps.

Still, there’s not too many places in Aluma Lake he can go for a drink that would happily have him, but he thinks he can risk The Fighting Dolphin, because they don’t seem to mind that he’s there, as long as he — loosely quoting some grumpy man who stands behind the bar with his arms crossed all the time  — ‘doesn’t touch shit’. And he won’t, he promises.

So there he is, being exceptionally well-behaved at the bar, not attracting attention to himself at all, until —

“Holy shit! Aren’t you the dude from Ghost Towns?!”

[nigctskii]

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[change-the-world-someday]

I'll Be Here

Oh boy I'm back baby. Here's a Derek Shepherd x Teen!reader bc I just started Grey's Anatomy. I'm well aware I've had stuff in my inbox for over a year, and frankly I'll get round to them soon. I hope this tides you over.

Derek Shepherd x Teen!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought the child of Derek Shepherd would suffer with something even he can't cure?

A/N: I've been twitching a lot lately so this was a comfort write. Derek and Meredith don't have a relationship, and there's a bit of canon divergence.

⚠️TW⚠️ Talk and descriptions of twitching/tics

—•—

You knew the moment you woke up you were going to have a bad day.

Your alarm went off at the bright and early nine and as you made a move to turn it off, your arm twitched, almost pushing it off your nightstand. You let out a sigh, leaning down and managing to shut it off and sit up.

Until you neck starts to snap left and right, tensing and relaxing each muscle.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, standing and stretching, well, as much as you can before your twitches start up again. You makes your way downstairs, finding an empty kitchen and a note on the counter. You manage to pick it up and read it.

Sorry, I got called in today. Let me know when you’re up

— Dad

You shake your head, whistling and shaking your hands. Great, so you're alone on a day where your twitches are worse than normal. You sigh and head back upstairs, almost losing balance on the stairs, and takes a quick shower before trying to style your hair. With difficulty, you get changed before reaching over and grabbing your phone. You grip it tightly, until it’s flung across the room.

“Shit,” you mumble, reaching down and picking it up. You open your messages, trying to text your dad.

Y/N

Hi, up. Bad today

It’s short, and to the untrained eye, might seem pretty rude, but to you and your dad, is a warning. Heading back to the kitchen, you try to eat a bowl of cereal. Instead, you managed to spill the cereal twice, drop milk on the floor, and then poke yourself in the side of the face a few times with your spoon instead of eating.

Your phone buzzes.

Dad

Do you need me at

home?

Y/N

No. Just bad

Dad

Do you want to come

to the hospital? You

can stay in one of the

offices if you want

You think about it for a moment, though you don’t get too long before your phone starts ringing. You pick up.

“Hi—” you whistle “—hi Dad.”

You hear him sigh. “Hey kid. Do you want to come in today? I can make sure no one stops you and you can come straight to the office.”

You click, your neck jerking forward. “You sure? I’ve—“ you whistle “—never been there before. I don’t want—“ you click “—to become a case study.”

Your dad laughs lightly down the phone. “I won’t let them. Just make your way over, and keep your earphones in. Music helps.”

You nod, before your neck twitches to the side and cracks, making your dad wince audibly. “Okay. I’ll let you know—“ you whistle and sigh, clearly getting frustrated with yourself.

“I get it. Don’t work yourself up; it’ll only make it worse. See you soon. Love you.”

A ghost of a smile passes across your face. “Love you too, Dad.”

—•—

Derek hangs up and leaves the store cupboard, almost bumping into Dr Bailey as she marches past.

“Watch where you’re going, McDreamy,” she scolds and Derek smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Bailey narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Y'N's coming here. They're having a bad day,” he replies and Bailey nods, immediately catching on. “No one else knows.”

Surprisingly enough, you haven’t met anyone from Derek’s work, except for Bailey and even then, that was an accident. You'd bumped into her on a bad day and Derek had to explain what was wrong. Ever since, Bailey’s had a soft spot for you.

“Not even the chief?” She asks and Derek shakes his head. “Did you warn them?” He nods. “Well, there’s not much else you can do.”

“They're texting me when they’re a few minutes away. If I get caught in surgery, can you meet them at the doors please?”

The two stop in the corridor, Bailey pulling him over. “I have my own schedule too, Shepherd.”

Derek nods. “I know, but you’re the only other person here they know, and you know how they can get in places they don’t know…”

Bailey looks around. “If you’re caught up, you owe me one.”

Derek smiles and nods, a look of relief on his face. “Thank you.”

—•—

You're walking down the street to the hospital, constantly readjusting your earphones so they don’t fall out. Your neck keeps snapping to the side and jerking forward, earning a few odd looks from strangers. You sigh, a few minutes away from the hospital, and pull out your phone. Before you can do anything, though, you promptly throw your phone on the pavement.

Thank god your dad bought you one of those industrial phone cases. You pick it up, dodging people as you go to call your dad. He picks up after two rings.

“Hi, I’m—“ you click “—a minute away.”

“Okay. I don’t think I’m going to be able to meet you at the doors. Just walk through, take the stairs to the fifth floor, and come down the hall. I’ll be in the break room, second door on the left.”

Your eyes widen; you're going to be by yourself? Walking through a hospital? Where no one knows you?

“O-Okay,” you stammer out and your dad sighs.

“I’m sorry kid. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hangs up and you take a breath, nodding to yourself. You pocket your phone and turn your music up as loud as it can be. Your dad was right, it does ease your twitching, though not as much as you'd like.

Fall Out Boy blasts through your earphones as you walk through the doors of Seattle Grace. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, your neck twitch making it a lot easier to achieve. You click as you make your way to the stairwell, making your way up.

You don’t hear the calls of concerns from the interns following you, trying to catch up to you.

By the time you reach the fifth floor, the two interns have gone to find Dr Bailey to try and assist them, and Dr Shepherd who can help with the disorder being presented. They haven’t had someone who needs medical attention blatantly ignore them and go to a certain department before.

You lose your balance a little as you walk through the doors to the fifth floor, your neck jerking left and right repeatedly, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your hands are shaking and you walk like a new fawn.

You reach the door and push it open, whistling and clicking as you do so. At least you can see your dad today.

—•—

Derek knows immediately what kind of day is happening when you steps into the room. You're a jerking mess, neck and shoulders tensing and relaxing as though given electric shocks. You're whistling, clicking, and your eyes have recently started screwing shut, temporarily blinding you.

And that’s with your headphones in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, gently taking one earbud out of your ear and leading you to the seats. At least if you're sat, you have less of a chance of hurting yourself.

“Hi Dad,” you reply until a whistle comes back out. “S-Sorry.”

“Hey,” Derek places a firm but kind hand on your shoulder, “don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” There’s a silence between you two, only broken by the sound coming from the removed earphone. “Fall Out Boy? Nice choice.”

Your neck snaps but you give a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Do you want something to eat? Did you manage to get some breakfast?” You sigh, your hands twitching and trembling, which tells Derek everything he needs to know. “Is it a bomb-site there?”

You shake your head. “I managed—“ you whistle “—to clean up. Took ages.” Your neck jerks forward. Derek sighs, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You've always been wary; you never want to hurt your dad accidentally but Derek doesn’t care. You're his kid, and nothing will change that.

“You’re okay. Do you want some lunch? We can go to the cafeteria—they’ve got some pizza in there that’s actually pretty good.”

You nod, knowing anything you try to say will be interrupted by one of your twitches. You walk alongside Derek, trying your hardest to suppress your twitching as you make your way through the hospital and into to lift, where a few others are going to different floors. Derek notices, and leans into your ear. “You don’t have to hide it here, kid. Promise.”

There’s an audible sigh of relief from you as you let out a scatter of twitches, your neck jerking forward as you whistle and click. Your hands shake and flap and you let it all go. A few of the doctors and nurses turn around to look at you, but one harsh glare from Dr Shepherd makes them all go back to minding their own business.

You exit the lift and walk through the corridors to the cafeteria. You join the queue and you feel Derek keep an arm around you, trying to help you ease your twitches. You're grateful, though you both know there isn’t much either of you can do to stop them. You sigh, putting your earphones back in and blasting some music, this time Hozier.

Derek watches you struggle, sympathy panging through his heart. He hates that you've been cursed with this, and the worst part is they can’t find anything that’s causing it. It’s not like there’s a tumour or growth on your brain Dr Shepherd can operate on, you're just stuck with it.

“Dr Shepherd, good afternoon. Who’s this?” Lindsey, the server behind the food counter, greets. Derek smiles.

“Afternoon Lindsey. This is my kid, Y/N. They're joining me at the hospital today,” he explains, gently tapping you on the shoulder and causing you to take an earphone out. “Y/N, this is Lindsey.”

“Hi,” you greet, before your neck jerks forward yet again, cracking. The two adults give a wince and Lindsey gives you a small smile.

“What would you like, hun?” She asks. You look over, or does so as best you can. You can barely stay still long enough to read the menu. “We have a standard pizza or pepperoni pizza today. We also have some ham, chicken, or cheese sandwiches and salads. Or a few pastries we can heat up if you’d prefer.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Can I—“ you whistle “—have pepperoni please? And a—“ you click “—bottle of water?”

“Sure thing, and you Dr Shepherd?”

You put your earphones back in, trying your hardest to stop twitching. The problem is, the more you try to stop it, the worse it gets. It takes a few minutes for you to get your food, and when you do, Derek carries both trays to a table and sets them down. He takes a seat opposite you, giving a small smile.

“Thanks Dad,” you thank, pulling one earphone out so you can hear the conversation. You pick up the plastic fork and spear a few chips, but before you can eat them, your hand twitches and you throw it on the floor. You sigh but before either you or your dad can make a move to pick it up, someone else does it for you.

“You better be more careful. I don’t want fries on my shoes.” You recognise that voice anywhere, and smile as you look up at Dr Bailey. You let out a small laugh.

“Hi Dr Bailey,” you greet, whistling as your head snaps to the side and back. She smiles at you.

“Heard you were coming and through I’d say hello.”

—•—

“Guys, shut up,” Cristina hisses. “Do you see?”

“See what?” George asks as they quieten down. She nods her head and the table of interns turn around to catch sight of what’s going on. Dr Bailey is talking Dr Shepherd… and you sat with them. You're not dressed in any kind of hospital gown, nor are you wearing scrubs, so who are you? And how are you making Dr Bailey smile?

Meredith watches, catching sigh of your hair, and her eyes widen. She reaches over, slapping George on the arm.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s them,” she replies, “the person from earlier. Y’know, the one who didn’t check in at reception and took the stairs. The one who ignored us!”

George’s eyes widen too, and the two get up and start to walk over, ignoring the protests of Cristina and Izzie as they reach the table. You're struggling to get a sentence out, whistling and clicking as you try to tell Dr Shepherd about something.

“Dr Shepherd!” Meredith calls out, making the conversation halt between you. “Are you with a patient?”

She misses how you cringe. Dr Shepherd frowns, which only deepens more at the crack in your neck as it jerks forward. “Dr Grey, Dr O’Malley, how can I help?”

“W-We saw, erm, this kid walk straight through and up to neurology without checking in. Do you want us to check them in and get a better examination? We were going to come to you for a consult when we saw them anyway, but since you already seem to know them…” George trails off and Dr Shepherd looks between you, the interns, and Dr Bailey.

An awkward silence falls between you, only disturbed by the occasional whistle or click from you. “I can get a wheelchair if it’s easier.”

“No need,” Dr Shepherd cuts in. “They aren’t a patient, their name’s Y/N. They're my kid and they're accompanying me to work today.” The two interns look at each other, mortified. “Now, if you excuse us, we were just having lunch.”

Your hand flexes again, making you throw your fork on the floor (the second one in the space of fifteen minutes) and sigh. You go to pick it up, only for George to beat you to it. “Here.”

“Than—“ you click as your head jerks forward “Thank you.”

“Don’t you two have places to be?” Bailey asks, less than impressed with her two interns in front of her. They both nod and scurry off, back to their table to tell Cristina and Izzie about Dr McDreamy’s kid.

—•—

“I don’t know how they cope with it,” George muses as the group of four interns sit on some beds in the back corridor, waiting to be paged for something.

“Yeah, twitching all the time. God, I’d kill myself if I had them,” Izzie continues. “Would ruin my chances at both medicine and modelling. And a lot of other things, probably.”

“Do you think they wanted to go into medicine? Y’know, before they started twitching? Or have they always had it?” Cristina asks. “Or do they have a tumour?”

“For your information,” a voice cuts in, making all four jump and turn to the source, meeting the likes of Dr Shepherd, “Y/N wants to be a lawyer.” He walks down the corridor to them, everyone’s cheeks turning red a the prospect of being caught gossiping. “The tics developed about eighteen months ago, just before we moved to Seattle. It’s not a tumour, or any kind of swelling; in fact, we have no clue what set it off.”

“Have you done an MRI? CT?” Meredith suggests and Derek nods.

“We ran everything. It all came back clean.” He looks at Cristina. “They did want to be a doctor. When we realised we couldn’t cure them, they were upset for weeks. They—“

“Talking about me?” A voice calls down the corridor and Derek’s face splits into a smile, something that doesn’t go amiss by the others. You whistle, making it to the group and taking a seat next to your dad. You lean on him… until your neck twitches and you almost fall back. Derek’s hand shoots out, supporting you.

“We were just—“ Izzie tries to say before you cut her off, clicking in the process.

“Let me guess.” You whistle. “The doctor que—“ you click “—question and how I live with—“ your neck jerks to the side “—it.”

Your dad gives you a smile. “Ten out of ten for you,” he smiles. You nod.

“Well, I used to want to—“ you click “—be a doctor, until we found out this is incurable.” You whistle. “Pretty soul-crushing.” Your neck jerks back, and if it wasn’t for your dad’s hand, you would’ve hit the wall. “And we’ve learned to adapt to it. There are—“ you click “—days where I’m fine, with only a few, and days—“ you whistle and everyone can feel the frustration radiating off you. Still, no one chooses to finish your sentence, letting you get it out yourself “—like this.”

—•—

For a while, the six make general conversation, until, slowly but surely, you start to drift off. It isn’t until there’s an odd silence that Derek notices, and he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you, asleep on his shoulder.

“They look so… peaceful,” Izzie comments quietly, the others agreeing.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few rough days this week. God knows they need the rest,” Derek mutters. He shifts to look between the four. “Any of you wake them, I’ll make sure you’re banned from the OR for a month.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as they nod in unison; they’re all begging for a chance at more surgery. Carefully, Derek manoeuvres you so your head’s lying in his lap, body stretched out on the hospital bed. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, detangling it as gently as he can.

The interns’ pagers go off, assigning them jobs and the four rush off, leaving Derek and you to rest. He smiles, getting himself comfortable sitting on the end of the bed, back against the wall.

“Get some rest, buddy. I’ll always be here for you.”

—•—

Hope y'all enjoyed. I know it's pretty different from what I usually write, but this is for my own comfort so...

Sorry not sorry

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can you write more boxer!h and nurse!y/n blurbs?

Mad

Pairing: boxer!h and nurse!y/n (basically the 'Ghost' chapter)

Hi! of course here you gooo (also I know I posted this so late but I'm using a queue so I'm really sorry!)

Where Harry's jealous of the cat you've been cuddling all day.

wordcount: 646

"What's wrong?" you ask stifling your laughter as you record a pouting Harry at the corner of the room grumbling as he puts on his shirt.

He knew how much you loved cuddling with his bare torso so he sleeps fully clothed when he's mad at you.

"I'm mad at you and I'm not talking to you." He murmurs not looking at you and unaware of you recording him as it looks like you were just on your phone.

"And why are you mad at me?" You question in a mocking voice but he only ignores you, moving to the bed.

"H?" you threw a pillow at his face, him dodging it easily and catching the pillow with his hands, revealing his irritated face.

"You've cuddled with that... that penis looking mutt all day and not me! 'M your boyfriend you should pay attention to me not him!" He whines pointing at the sleeping cat beside you.

"You're disgustingly cute, you know that?" You comment reaching up to touch his face but before you could touch him he already blocks you with a pillow.

"No. 'M mad at you." He scolds you sternly making you snort.

"Hmkay. Have fun sleeping alone, with no one to hug. I don't know, I've read that ghosts appear at night and pull your feet and drag you to the bottom of the bed." you shrug nonchalantly.

"I-I know that, th-that's why I have ghost spray." He nods to the spray bottle with water (don't tell him that).

"Does it work on all ghosts though? Well Goodnight H." You yawn dramatically and cozy up under the sheets, placing your phone to stand up straight at the nightstand.

"It does! It does, it does, it does, yes it of course it works on all ghosts Harry." He chants to himself.

As he dips under the sheets and the lights were all off except for Harry's nightlight at the window area, you were almost convinced that Harry had slept and should stop recording until he starts rolling a tiny bit closer to you. And again. And again. And again.

And now his chest was spooning your backside. You smirk to yourself, "What's this?"

"I won't talk to you tomorrow morning, but I still love you and I'm scared and I need your cuddles. Please." He rants all in one breath.

"You know what?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"What?"

"I need your cuddles too." You admit, watching as he blushes.

"Stop that, gonna give me a bloody heart attack." He mushed, hiding his face on your neck.

"Is it bad to love on you?" You giggle, combing through his curls.

"No... Love me please." You hear him say in a breathless tone.

"I love you baby. Now go turn around so I can spoon you."

"Okay." He yawns. "Y/N?" He calls out once you situated yourself.

"Yeah?"

"If... If the ghost ever shows up, I promise I'd be brave so I can protect me and and you and even Dusty. Kay? Love you...Love you very much." and with that the room was filled with his light snores making you smile to yourself and tighten your hold on him.

"I love you too, 'm pretty boy." you sighed contently.

Dusty meows at the two of you, annoyed with the fact that a new body had taken his space. So he moved upwards, and lays down on your pillow before placing his head on Harry's curls and his hands cradling your hair.

The recording has now been forgotten and it wasn't until you woke up that you watched it before sending it to Anne.

Anne loved you for many reasons, but one of the main reasons was because she knew that you really did loved him. At least now she can sleep peacefully knowing that his son was taken care of and loved.

[hiraethenthusiast]

"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged. 

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up” 

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most." 

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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