#I Miss You r Already + I Haven’t Left Yet

[thebowerypresents]

Del Water Gap – Brooklyn Steel – October 21, 2023

S. Holden Jaffe originally began Del Water Gap as a full band (NYU classmate Maggie Rogers was an early member — and the two also went to sailing camp together as kids) before turning it into a bedroom-pop solo project. A well-received eponymous long-player came out in 2021, and last month the singer-songwriter-producer took another step forward with the arrival of his sophomore effort, I Miss You Already + I Haven’t Left Yet. “Through all the love, madness and self-reckoning emerges Del Water Gap, an artist finally stepping into himself by embracing complexity and imperfection — both his own, and that of the world around him,” per Paste. And on Saturday the Brooklynite rocked locally with a sold-out show at Brooklyn Steel.

(Del Water Gap plays Royale in Boston tonight and tomorrow.)

Photos courtesy of Samantha Schraub | @samcsch

[lowkeyren]

reverse dating tropes w hsr men!

in which — what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist

featuring — boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader

✧.* — wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3

gepard aven sunday vers here!

boothill ꩜ .ᐟ

love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again. 

when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.

he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.

though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasn’t as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily —leaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.

weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.

boothill’s eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. “well ain’t this a surprise! haven’t seen ya in a good long while.” boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang. 

"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didn’t lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.

boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks you’re adorable with that infectious smile of yours. 

“heh, nothin’ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears he’ll get it fixed this time around…)

“guess you took more than a tumble huh...” you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, “anyway, glad to see that you’re mostly fine now." 

“aww! do ya care ‘bout me?” he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you don’t reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.

"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.”

boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."

you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.

“you’re beautiful, date me.” (he didn’t mean to blurt that outloud)

you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, “why thank you,” a surprised laugh escapes your lips.

“—and we’re already dating, silly.”

a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.

“wh- are you okay?! you’re short circuiting again!”

and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.

jing yuan ୭ ˚.

"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.

on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.

“pleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darling”

“no jing yuan, not now…”

he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, “then how about a kiss on the cheeks?” he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.

“no, and get off me before someone sees!” you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.

this stubborn man… you swear you’re gonna burst a blood vessel someday.

as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.

suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.

the door bursts open, “general! there’s a situation at starskiff ha—ven...”  yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.

clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... i’ll t-take my leave now!” with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.

oh bless that kid’s poor eyes… 

you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, it’s probably common knowledge that the general’s most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time you’re within his vicinity. you wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed “secret” relationship.

“so… can i have my kiss now?” 

aeons, he’s insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)

blade ؛ ଓ

"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating —somehow everyone is convinced you aren't.

“blink twice if you need help.” march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.

“this is absurd… i’m alright guys, really!” you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.

you sigh in resignation, knowing that they aren’t going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. “dan heng please, let me through, he’s been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes now…”

“good, let him wait.” dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)

march takes hold of your hands, “do you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scary…and totally not your type!” 

“not their type?” a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“stellaron hunter. stay back.” dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan heng’s shoulder. 

(blade’s expression darkens at your hand resting on him)

“it’s okay dan heng, he means no harm.” dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, “see? i’m fine… he’s not gonna hurt me.” you smile reassuringly at your friends. 

just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan heng’s hand is visibly twitching now. “what? can’t i touch what’s mine?”

dan heng’s eyes narrow, “...we still don’t believe you, leave now. before it’s too late.”

before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.

(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)

“there. now leave us alone.” and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it. 

it’s just the both of you now, finally.

“did you really have to touch him.” his voice tinged with possessiveness. “blade, he would’ve hurt you, i didn’t mean—” he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess you’re stuck with him for the night.

though your friends might not believe that a person like you would “be in cahoots” with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.

✧.*

masterlist gepard aven sunday vers here!

[avaf00rd]

Engagement bliss

Leah Williamson x arnold!reader

“You’re gonna call me when you can yeah?” Leah asked as she held both your hands while you leaned into her body. You were both saying goodbye to each other as you were travelling to Florida with your Australian teammates for camp, while Leah would stay in England for Lionesses’s Camp.

Your first camp engaged.

As well as hers, but her first camp back since her ACL injury, you were on the edge of tears at the thought of how proud you were.

“Of course I always do” you said pulling her arms down slightly towards you that held yours, placing a long kiss on her lips

“Don’t loose it ay?” Leah said with a cheeky smile, pulling your left hand up in between your close met faces. Tapping the shiny ring on your finger.

“I won’t. Promise. Ditto yeah?” You said now holding up her hand with the ring you gave to her after she proposed. She interlocked both the hands that were up and kissed your knuckles. “Proud of you” you said softly. Maybe for the 10th time just this morning

“Thank you. I’m proud of you, always, but you know that” she said shrugging with a grin.

“Okay I should go” you said looking at your Watch, “I love you” you said kissing her again, lips lingering longer.

“Love you miss you already” Leah said, causing your face to scrunch up at the corny comment, you pulled away from her embrace and grabbed your suitcase she had wheeled in for you. You blew her a kiss before you walked up to Steph, Caitlin, Charli, Kyra and MacKenzie, your ‘London Aussies’.

“Fucks sake Throw me in front of a speeding truck already” Kyra groaned, dreading the upcoming flight, as you all walked towards your terminal

“Oh?” You and Steph said, concern and confusion.

“It’s just 9 and a half hours darling” you said rubbing the young girl’s head roughly.

“Come on pick up the pace” Caitlin said to the group, skipping, as you were all walking too slow the for the given time left you had the catch boarding

“I can’t” you said slowly as you yawned.

“Leah’s excited I’m assuming?” Your sister Mackenzie asked about Leah’s return to England Camp.

“Over the moon” you smiled as you nodded “I don’t know why she was sappier than usual about me leaving. While she’s barely gonna even think about me in camp”

“Please, The girl’s engaged and captaining England again. Yeah she’s on camp but I promise you she won’t stop thinking about you” she assured you as you both smiled. “Far out I’m gonna get so many messages from that girl, frantic, because she can’t reach you” you both laughed, reminiscing the multiple times that had happened.

“That’s because you always tell her I’ve been kidnapped or something!” “It’s funny!”

November 2023

Leah

Pick up

Why are none of the Arnold’s picking up my fucking calls

Why won’t y/n answer me

Tell me Macca

Pick up

She pinky promised to facetimeeee

Mackenzie

I don’t know she went for

a walk last night in the city

to clear her head and I

haven’t seen her come back yet.

Maybe try her again?

Wasn’t at breakfast

Leah

hehe funny

Macca

I’m serious. We r all concerned

Leah

I’m on a call with her now xx🖕

————————————

You could feel your body starting to give itself out slowly as you grew tired. You had been running some basic drills as you and your national team settled into the first session of the camp.

The Florida weather was nice, felt a bit more like home compared to England, but nothing like the Australian warm weather. You were excited at the reminder that you, Macca, Lani, Caitlin and Hayley would all head to the beach as soon as possible after training.

As you anticipated, all of your teammates that didn’t live in London and could not make it to your engagement dinner were fawning over your ring. Them just as excited as you. The Matilda’s media photographer had gotten you and Ellie to pose with your left hands up for a photo with both your rings.

Heaps of your national trainers commented on the fact that the engagement was radiant on your face and your energy was through the roof, causing you to smile ear to ear.

By the end the session, you were playing a game of 5-aside oztag. You had yourself, Sharn, Teagan, Michelle and Hayley on your team.

“Games over!” You exclaimed laying on the ground, when Caitlin had shoved you to the ground for the 10th time in the 20 minute game.

“Sore loser!” Caitlin yelled as she kicked the ball to your head before you quickly rolled away to dodge Caitlin’s good aim.

“That’s not even how you play” You yelled to your best friend as she made her way back from the try line.

“Yes it is” She laughed, whilst Michelle helped you off the ground.

“Great job today girls. Have a good afternoon I’ll see you tonight” Tony smiled at you all, letting you know you could head back to the bus.

On the bus you were leaned against the window, legs sprawled out against both seats in the row. Talking to Alanna who sat across from you in the same position. “I’m sorry again I couldn’t make it to your dinner last week” she smiled at you.

“Are you kidding me. I understand completely. Getting to see you here is just as amazing for me”

Alanna just laughed. Causing you to scrunch your eyebrows at her, you had only said something sweet.

“You sound so much like her” she laughed

“Who Leah?” You smiled

“Yes!”

“How” you couldn’t help but laugh

“The accent. You sound English now! You’re picking up on her too much. Don’t be turning English on us now y/n” you both laughed. “No but it was a nice offer from her for your dinner. And I love the fact that she told me she was going to propose before she did” Lani grinned.

“Did she actually” you said smiling

“Yes! She made a group chat” she said walking over to you, shifting your legs so they were now on top of her thighs and she took up the seat. Pulling out her phone to show you.

28 March 2024

Leah

Hello

Mackenzie

Hi

Alanna

Hiya

Leah

Alanna I’m gonna do it

Alanna

PROPOSE?!

Leah

yes😌

Alanna

Oh my gosh I’m about to cry

My lord

Oh my gosh she’s gonna be so so happy

She will bawl

Just know that

Oh my goshhhhhh eek eek

Why did you just direct that towards me

Mackenzie

I obviously know

Caitlin

I obviously know

Alanna

Point of the new group chat?

Leah

I don’t know you guys are

just her closest friends and

mean a heap to her so it just felt

right all together

Mackenzie

Aw shucks Leah too kind 🥹🥹

Caitlin

When do u plan on it?

I know you don’t want many

people knowing but i can tell

Katie right?

Too late

I did

She’s tearing up

And Vic and Teyah heard whoops

Leah

Cait!

Oh and this afternoon.

Mackenzie

WHAT THIS IS NEWS

Alanna

OMG

Caitlin

HUH I ANTICIPATED A MONTH

You couldn’t help but laugh at the small group chat your girlfriend has created. The texts managed to go on past your engagement when Mackenzie shared a video of the moment all of your teammates saw you and became obsessed with the ring. Which turned into them ganging up on you about something else, “Hang on” you stopped Lani from scrolling

“Uh uh!” She shoved her phone away making you both laugh.

“You better add me to that chat!”

“Never”

———————————

“Cmon!” you squealed. Pulling Caitlin’s hand as you both sprinted down the sand, Hayley filming the sweet moment. The sunset was electric and perfect. Around 10 of your teammates were already on the beach on a large blanket. Taking loads of photographs of the scenery surrounding you that you had all missed.

After 20 minutes of laying on Kyra’s lap and enjoying the water in front of you, talking with the people you missed most. The left pocket of your shorts started to buzz.

You immediately knew it was your fiancé, so you picked the phone up as you got up and walked away from the group. Every single one of them mocking the way you blushed and picked up the phone saying “hey baby”.

“Shove it up your ass” You yelled back at them as the mocking didn’t stop. You heard Leah’s warm chuckle on the other side of the phone.

“Who was that” she asked

“Most of the girls. They are mocking the way I talk to you” you said into the phone making you both laugh. “Tell me everything! Photos aren’t enough”

Leah talked on for ages about how camp was going for her. Friends, trainings, rooming alone, being engaged at camp, travel and the ‘too spicy’ food. The more she talked the more she managed the full your heart even more.

“What about you?” I’ve talked enough”

“Oh my girl I could listen to you for moths” you said softly “yeah it’s great. I’m very excited to play on Monday. Everyone is ready already” you said before hearing a few moments of silence on her end of the call “Leah?”

She just laughed

“What?”

“I was sent a video of you from a group chat of me, your sister, Alanna and Caitlin. You’re Looking relaxed on the beach there” Leah chuckled

“That damn group chat!” You exclaimed. “Add me to it! I’ve got fomo”

You did happen to be laying on the sand, by yourself, phone pressed up to your ear. In sight of your cheeky teammates. You sat up slightly to give them your middle finger.

“No we have a truce. We can’t add you. You don’t have fomo, you just don’t want us talking about you”

“Yeah fomo!” You said making her laugh again, “ and a truce?!”

“Haven’t lost the ring yet darling?” Leah said in that tone that could send you spinning

“Nup. I’m staring at it right now. Hoping you have yours on”

“Of course” she said

“I understand what everyone means. You really just can’t stop staring at it. Like it’s not even the ring it’s like the fact that it’s my engagement ring. From you”

“I can’t keep my eyes off of it. How could I. It’s a symbol of you” Leah said softly

“I love you. I need to go now they are packing up cause it’s dark now. I miss you Lee, I’m proud of you like you don’t even know”

“I’m proud of you. You call me when you get up in the morning. I’ll be sure to be awake. Love you, miss you”

“Bye” you both said before hanging up and you made your way up to the group that were half way up the beach waiting for you, you smiling in appreciation of it at them.

———————————

Leah

“Have you gotten the photos back?” Georgia asked me as I refreshed my email account on my laptop for the hundredth time.

“No. And it’s kind of frustrating. He’s taking a week longer than he said he would”

“What photos are we talking about?” Mary asked

“The professional photos from Leah’s engagement. They are taking too long apparently” Keira explained

“Mates probably sold them to the internet first” Mary shrugged

“Don’t joke about that” i laughed, worry lingering in my tone

“I thought you wanted the moment to be super private?” Mary asked

“No it was. There was no one else. He came like 20 minutes later, as well as our families. I managed to surprise y/n with her’s” I grinned at the thought of the moment as I explained to the three girls at the table

“Well I’m very excited to see them” Keira said

Me and y/n announced our engagement on our instagram via a simple selfie we took together just 10 minutes after I got down on one knee. She laughed brightly in the photo as we both held our hands with the rings up for the camera, me kissing her cheek, and a tear stained face y/n. As well as me posting a small snippet of the moment I first asked her. I had set my phone down to video, somehow without her batting an eye. We are both all for living in the moment.

But honestly, I knew getting to look back on it in a video would be so special with her.

We agreed we couldn’t keep it in for too long the next day, so could not possibly wait for the professional photos taken. Just two very excited people.

——————————

Y/n

While your Australian Captain and close friend Sam had unfortunately done her ACL, as was still out. You had been given the position to Captain your country whilst her injury. You would also officially Captain your country at the Olympics in July and August.

You were called up alongside Tony for MD-1 press conferences at camp whilst being captain. And you actually really enjoyed them.

“Ready y/n?” Tony asked as you got out of the car and were walking into the stadium. Pulling a thumbs up to the camera crew following you both for the Matilda’s all-access video.

When you were both later settled into the conference room, you shuffled your chair in closer to the microphone before it began. Questions were at first fired at Tony, on camp call up describes and inside training decisions made by the staff.

The first question that was directed to you made you smiled when the short lady started “Hello y/n, just wanted to start by congratulating you and Leah on your engagement last week” she smiled up at you

You laughed slightly and smiled wide back “Thank you very much I appreciate it” you nodded, motioning her to continue with the question before she asked you about the preparations in the team and how the team feels about being in sunny Florida.

“And also the team just- well you know we are coming from all around the world I would say, different seasons. And I know, coming from cold London that it is such a refresher being in this weather for walking around and relaxing purposes I guess”

“And training purposes I’m hoping?” Tony asked, making the room laugh

“That’s the most important one yes” You laughed

After 15 minutes, as the conference was soon to be closed. You got asked a question mentioning your engagement once again. “It’s your first camp being engaged. How does that feel?”

You tried to keep professional and not focus on your own relationship too much, “Yeah the support is real with this team, always is, and it radiates off the happy feeling we all get when we fly to camp. It’s all been, exciting for me and some of the girls have said the same to me so that’s a nice feeling” you said nodding towards her sweetly

“I’m hoping from y/n, this gives her a happy boost to get heaps of goals in on Sunday!” Tony says to you making you laugh and agree.

“We will end it there if there are no more questions, thank you everyone” the media manager announced

“Thank you” you mumbled quietly into your microphone before stepping out of the chair.

Receiving a text from your fiancé one you reached the car outside the stadium waiting to take you back to the hotel.

Leah

Spoken like a true Captain

Y/n

How did u watch that?

Leah

YouTube live darling😌

Y/n

I’ll be sure to watch yours then

——————————

You had played both games against Mexico and were leaving the hotel for the airport. It was 2am and safe to say the last thing you were in the middle for was getting on a nearly 10 hour flight. But the idea of Leah picking you up and getting to spend time with her at the end of the day motivated you not just fall asleep and miss your flight.

“Y/nnnn” Caitlin sung out as she opened your door. Bag of chips in her hand from the vending machine. “Time to go!”

“I could have been changing” you said, unplugging your phone charger from the wall

“Mm” Caitlin nodded, mouth full of chips “you should consider locking this” she tapped the door handle behind her before reaching for your suit case to wheel it out of the room, you following behind the your other bag as you closed the door.

12 hours later, you were finally out of security after they had to open your bag as hey suspected something. Which they were wrong about and apologised. And took out 10 minutes of your time.

All was pushed off your shoulders when you saw your favourite person standing in her jeans, your sweater, her favourite cream Uniqlo bag and a yellow bouquet of flowers in her hand.

It was a tradition for both of you whether Leah was at her own camp or not, she would greet you with a different colour of flowers and open arms at the airport when you reached London once again after camp.

You picked up the pace on your feet before letting go of your suitcase and jumping into her arms, sealing both your lips together with a kiss. Before she hugged you even tighter with a smile as you nuzzled your head into her neck, kissing her shoulder.

“I missed you” you said kicking your feet like a toddler in your fiancé’s arms, which she always found adorable and drove her crazy

“I’m sure I missed you more” she smiled before stealing your lips again and setting you down

“Hmm no” you said. Before she handed you the bouquet. “I love you. Thank you”

“My honour” she patted her chest in a jokingly matter, before you wrapped your arms around her neck again and kissing her for longer, and most definitely not for the last time that evening. “Hey you’ve still got it” she said softly as she held your left hand and caressing the finger the ring laid on.

You nodded with a smile whilst Leah wheeled your suitcase to her car as you walked. “I’m starving” you said watching her lift the suitcase into the trunk before you both settled inside the car.

“Good thing there is food in the back seat” you grinned, Leah turning on the car, you shot your head to the back seat to be met with nothing but some rubbish from Leah that had been there for weeks.

“Where?” You asked

“I’m joking” she mumbled before you slapped her shoulder hard “ow I’m about to drive” Leah whined

“That’s not funny!” You laughed

“You’re right it’s not. Let’s go get food now” Leah smiled at you sweetly and rubbing your thigh whilst she drove.

“Fine with me!” You smiled contently before grabbing the hand that rested on you before bringing it to your lips and kissing it “thank you fiancé”

Leah chuckled at the comment, making her cheeks warm up “that won’t stop until we actually get married will it?” She said

“Nah”

[brunchable]

Santa Baby | S. R.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Themes: Christmas FLUFF, a bit of jealousy from Steve. Summary: At the annual Christmas gala, your flirty performance of Santa Baby leaves Steve Rogers captivated and a little jealous of the attention you're drawing. Later, under the falling snow on the balcony, Steve finally proposes, turning the festive night into a moment you'll cherish forever. A/N: Can be connected to "Secret Santa" if you want to connect it to each other haha. This oneshot is a part of my 4K follower Christmas Celebration. Also this one will be connected to Santa Baby that will be released next week. dividers by @saradika-graphics

The annual Christmas gala was in full swing—twinkling fairy lights, glittering ornaments, and the comforting hum of laughter set the perfect holiday mood. You had been assigned to entertain the crowd, your role as the night’s singer solidified when Tony loudly declared, “Y/N’s got the voice of an angel! She’s doing it, no arguments!”

You stood at the microphone in your long, sultry red gown, the epitome of old-Hollywood glamour. The satin hugged your figure, the thigh-high slit adding an edge of daring sophistication. The room quieted as the band started playing, the familiar playful melody of Santa Baby filling the air.

And that’s when you saw him.

Steve Rogers, sitting at a corner table, a glass of eggnog in his hand and a faint pink flush already warming his cheeks. Perfect target.

With a coy smile, you launched into the song, every word dripping with playful flirtation.

“Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree... for me...” you sang, letting your voice take on a velvety quality as you held Steve’s gaze. His eyes widened slightly, and you swore his grip on the eggnog tightened.

You strolled closer to the crowd, letting your hips sway naturally to the beat. The teasing smile never left your lips as you zeroed in on Steve, directing every lyric his way.

“Been an awful good girl... Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.”

Steve’s blush deepened as you approached. He squirmed a little in his chair, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. But as your performance continued, you noticed the looks from the other men in the room. Some were outright gawking, and a few whispered to each other, their eyes locked on your gown.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Steve’s expression darken, his jaw tightening as he followed their gazes. Sam, seated beside him, smirked and leaned over. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but Steve’s curt shake of his head and the glare he shot Sam made you giggle internally.

Still, you couldn’t resist turning the heat up a notch.

“Think of all the fun I’ve missed...” You winked directly at Steve. “Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed.”

Sam burst into laughter, giving Steve an exaggerated nudge. Poor Steve looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor, his ears bright red now, but his sharp glare shifted back to anyone in the room staring too long at you. His possessiveness was adorable—and obvious.

By the time you hit the final note, Steve was practically a Christmas decoration himself—his cheeks a matching shade to your dress. The crowd erupted into applause, but you were only looking at him, grinning mischievously as you gave a little bow.

× × × ×

Not long after, you were walking through the festive crowd when a strong, familiar hand gently grabbed your elbow. You turned, meeting Steve’s sheepish yet determined expression.

“Mind stepping outside with me for a second?”

You nodded, letting him guide you to the balcony. As you approached the doors, Steve paused and slid his coat off, wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. The warmth of the fabric and the subtle hint of his cologne made your cheeks heat.

“It’s cold out,” he said simply, his voice softer now.

Your heart fluttered as you adjusted the coat and followed him onto the balcony. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine. Twinkling lights illuminated his face, and you noticed how serious he seemed, his usual shy demeanor replaced by something more intense.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he finally asked, his tone caught somewhere between teasing and genuinely flustered.

“What?” you replied innocently, feigning surprise. “It’s a Christmas classic! Everyone loves Santa Baby.”

“Yeah, well, everyone wasn’t being serenaded like that,” he muttered, his jaw tightening again. “And… not everyone was staring at you like that, either.”

You blinked in surprise, your lips curving into a slow grin. “Steve Rogers, are you jealous?”

His blush returned full force, but he held your gaze. 

“Maybe I am. Can you blame me? You look…” He gestured helplessly at you, searching for words. “You look like a dream tonight, Y/N. And I don’t want to share that dream with anyone else.”

Your heart melted on the spot, but you decided to push him just a little further. “Well, good thing it was just a performance. You know, for everyone.”

“Y/N,” he said softly, taking a step closer. “I need to say something. And… I can’t wait anymore.”

You tilted your head, your playful expression faltering as you noticed the sincerity in his eyes. Before you could speak, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.

“Steve…” you whispered, your breath catching.

“I’ve had this for months,” Steve admitted, his voice low but steady, the faintest tremor betraying his nerves. “I kept telling myself I’d wait for the perfect moment. Then you walked out tonight, looking like that, singing to me like that, and I realized… every moment with you is perfect. What am I waiting for?”

Your breath caught as he knelt down on one knee, his strong hand still holding yours as if grounding himself in you. The soft glow of the lights around you reflected in his blue eyes, filled with a mixture of nervousness and unwavering love.

“You, Y/N,” he began, his voice growing quieter, more tender. “You’re the brightest part of my life. You make me laugh, keep me on my toes, and remind me every day what it means to live fully. I don’t want to go another second without knowing you’ll always be by my side.”

His lips curved into a small, vulnerable smile as he revealed the vintage-style diamond ring nestled in the box. “Will you marry me?”

Tears blurred your vision as his words sank in, wrapping around your heart like the warmest embrace. “Steve…” you whispered, your voice catching, but the joy in your chest pushed through. “Yes. Yes, Steve. Of course!”

He stood slowly, slipping the ring onto your finger with such care it felt ceremonial, almost sacred. For a moment, you both just stared at the ring, the weight of the moment filling your heart with a radiant warmth.

And then his arms were around you, pulling you into a deep embrace. His lips found yours in a kiss so soft, so filled with emotion, it made the world around you disappear.

But Steve wasn’t done. As if overcome with the pure joy of your “yes,” he suddenly lifted you off your feet, your gasp turning into laughter against his mouth. He spun you around effortlessly, his hold on you as steady as his love, while snowflakes fell softly around you, dusting his shoulders and catching in your hair. The kiss grew deeper, his lips pressing against yours with a certainty that made your heart soar.

When he finally set you back down, the world felt quieter, the snow falling like a gentle curtain between you and everything else. You stayed close, his forehead resting against yours as your breaths mingled in the chilly night air.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, his voice steady and sure, his gaze locking onto yours.

A smile tugged at your lips as you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “I love you too, Steve,” you whispered, your voice trembling with joy.

His hands trailed down to your waist, holding you firmly but tenderly, as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His gaze softened further, filled with a quiet awe that mirrored your own.

For a long while, you simply stayed there, wrapped in his arms as the snow fell around you, the soft hum of music and laughter from the party barely audible in the background. This wasn’t just a memory—it was the start of something extraordinary.

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[cobaltperun]

Hey, love your writing.

So I was thinking something about (Fem)R and Tara being exes. Reader studying for finals or sum and getting a call from Chad, Mindy doesn't matter, where they ask (practically beg) R to come take Tara cause she got drunk AF and kept talking about R. So R goes and takes care of her.

Something like that, you can make changes to the plot of course. And thank you.

One time too many

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader (Request)

Part 2!

Masterlist

Word count: 2.3k

It’s been three months since she messed up, since she made the biggest mistake ever, since she couldn’t control herself. Tara drunkenly glared at the bottle of vodka in her hand before taking a swing out of it. She already ruined everything, giving up on alcohol now wouldn’t change a damn thing.

“Tara, I think you had enough,” Mindy tried to take her bottle away, but she just pulled it closer, wrapping it in her hands and clutching on to it. What else did she have left? When she lost one person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with?

The smoke and smells all around her irritated her lungs, but she wanted to be normal, to be a healthy, not traumatized student that could maintain her relationships instead of ruining them. “I’m fine,” she slurred, taking another big swing and emptying the bottle. She looked at it, disappointed that there was none left.

Mindy groaned, stopping her before she could get up to get more alcohol. “Seriously, you drank the entire bottle alone. Would you stop if I got Y/N to come and get you?” she asked, as if that was possible.

You wouldn’t come. You and Tara haven’t spoken since you broke up, you made it clear the decision was final and Tara didn’t want to cause you even more pain. She already hurt you, and she could neither forgive herself for that, nor did she deserve forgiveness.

“Sure, as if that’ll happen,” so, knowing you wouldn’t come she accepted Mindy’s deal. “I’ll go and try to find some tequila now.”

Mindy sighed and told Chad to go and keep an eye on her while she calls you. She was wasting her time, and your time as well.

~X~

You groaned, burying your face in your hands and leaning back on the chair. Notes and books and presentations open on your laptop were going to be the death of you tonight. It wasn’t usually like that, you usually did well, found these subjects easy, but tonight your brain just refused to cooperate. You dragged your palms down and looked outside the window, you knew the reason.

You broke up with Tara exactly three months ago and you were in a turmoil over it. How was she doing? Was she still drinking? Did she think about you as often as you thought about her? You hoped she didn’t. She deserved to be happy, to find someone who would love her and accept all of her. You missed her, so much it hurt. You still loved her, so much more than you expected you’d love anyone in your life, yet that love wasn’t enough to keep the seven months long relationship going.

Your phone suddenly began buzzing and you figured you weren’t going to get any studying done anyway so you got up and went to your bed where you left your phone earlier. You noticed it was Mindy and raised an eyebrow. But more than confusion you felt fear, because of what happened to Tara two times already. You would never forgive yourself if Tara was hurt, you would always wonder if there was anything you could have done to prevent it. Even if logically there really wasn’t anything you could do.

“Yes?” you asked, keeping the fear and worry at bay for now.

“Hey, Y/N, sorry if I’m interrupting, but would you mind picking Tara up. She might actually get an alcohol poisoning if she keeps drinking like this,” she said, and you inhaled sharply. “I know you two broke up, but I don’t think anyone but you can get her out of here without making a scene.”

“Text me where she is,” you said, already tossing a jacket over your shoulder and grabbing your keys.

Mindy paused, as if she thought you wouldn’t agree, or that she’d need to try harder to convince you. “Thanks, Y/N,” she eventually said and hung up, and sure enough, she sent the location to you mere moments later.

When you broke up with Tara, you promised yourself that if she ever reached out to you for help, or if her friends or Sam did that for her, you’d be there, no matter what. You still loved her, you didn’t want her to get hurt, or to feel like she couldn’t turn to you. Maybe you should have told her that yourself, three months ago, but you feared that would make the breakup hurt even more.

You drove to the location Mindy sent to you and parked in front of some frat house or something. You took a deep breath and stepped outside of your car, ready for the smell of alcohol and smoke and whatnot. Tara had asthma, how she handled being in places like these was beyond you. You saw Mindy standing outside and waving toward you to get your attention. At least you wouldn’t have to spend a lot of time inside.

“Hey,” you greeted her, and she smiled at you gratefully, she was a bit tipsy as well, but you were much more worried about Tara.

“Thanks, I think tonight might have something to do with your breakup. She’s been talking about you ever since she got tipsy,” she told you as she led you inside, through the crowds of students, dimly lit party filled with alcohol and even some drugs from the smell of it. You knew Tara wouldn’t do drugs though, she got drunk, she didn’t get high. Finally, you saw her, slightly slumped against the table as Chad tried to get her to stop. She truly wasn’t listening to anyone. Ever.

“Tara,” you spoke up and she straightened her back, her drunk eyes clearing up a bit as she saw you.

“Y/N?” she breathed out, as if she couldn’t believe she was seeing you.

“Come on, let’s leave,” you offered her your hand and smiled a bit as she took it immediately, and though she wasn’t steady on her feet she got up and stared at you. The feeling of her hand in yours made you feel like the missing pieces of your puzzle were falling into place.

You wanted to hug her, and you saw that was exactly what she wanted, but that might further complicate things, so, you just kept holding her hand and walking to the front doors with her right behind you. She didn’t complain one bit and you nodded at the twins. The fresh air felt so good now that you were out of that suffocating party, and you gently pulled Tara along to your car, opening the back seat for her and stepping aside for her to get in.

She smiled a bit at you, that same slightly shy smile she had on her face the first time you opened the car doors for her, even before you started dating, while you were in the friendship stage. You smiled back, going around the car and getting in, but before you left you quickly pulled your phone out and sent Sam a quick message.

You: I picked up Tara from a party, I’ll let her sleep at my place if that’s okay with you?

Sam replied almost immediately and once again you were reminded of how things used to be, only this time you were reminded of the worst part of the relationship.

Sam: Of course, thanks, Y/N

And she responded the way she used to, a bit out of habit. You didn’t keep in touch with Mindy or Chad, but you and Sam occasionally talked. She would catch you up on what was going on with the group, and more importantly on how Tara was doing, and you’d tell her about your life. Tara knew about it, Sam would tell her and so both of you understood that, at least on some level, you were both still okay.

“I’m sorry,” Tara slurred, leaning against the car window. “I reek of alcohol,” she did, she reeked of alcohol and smoke, and you did not like either of the smells, but you still just nodded and drove off to your apartment.

When you came home you gave Tara some of your clothes and she changed in your bedroom while you went back to your notes. She was too drunk to put up a fight and argue that she should sleep on the couch, and instead just fell asleep on your bed.

You tried to study, you really did, but Tara kept mumbling apologies and your name in her sleep, and you eventually just gave up and got up. Only then did you notice she didn’t even lie down properly, her feet hung off the bed and she was lying on it diagonally, too drunk to even handle that. So, with a heavy sigh you went and lifted her up so you could move her and make her feel as comfortable as possible. You tucked her in and left the medicine next to the bed for her and you just left her to sleep.

You dropped down on the couch, and sighed, all the emotions within you bubbling to the surface. Tara and you got along, you only fought about one thing. Tara’s drinking. Other than that, it was an amazing relationship and you were, very much, in love.

But you couldn’t handle her drinking. You promised yourself that you could deal with most things, as long as the partner of your choice wasn’t abusive or a cheater. That you could talk most things out, that you had your own faults, and that everyone did, so some tolerance was necessary. But you couldn’t tolerate alcohol.

You grew up with alcoholic parents, and they got violent when drunk, and living with them for years, seeing their fights, seeing all of that made you hate alcohol more than anything. Tara wasn’t violent, far from it, she just got drunk, fell asleep and occasionally had to throw up. She didn’t have outbursts, or tried to pick fights. She had her own issues and drowned them in alcohol.

But your parents weren’t violent at the start either.

You repeatedly had that conversation with Tara, and no matter how often she promised it would be the last time, she still got drunk again. Until you just went and broke up with her. You tolerated it longer than you ever expected you would.

You couldn’t fall asleep that night.

~X~

She woke up in a familiar environment. How many times did she wake up in your room? Too many to count, now that she thought about it. Some were perfect, after a night of hanging out, watching movies and making love. Some, as usual as the perfect ones, were filled with regret, because she got drunk again.

Tara knew what it felt like to have an alcoholic parent, though it was only her mother in her case, and yet here she was. Going down the same path. After Bailey tried to kill her, Sam and their friends she went to therapy, and soon after that she met you. She was suspicious at first but she felt comfortable around you, she felt free with you, and a few months later you got together.

And then the therapy just stopped working. And though she knew everything, a stressful week was all it took for her to relapse into alcohol again. One drink after another, she got drunk and two months into your relationship she hurt you for the very first time. She still remembered the look in your eyes, the horror that no movie could cause. And she promised she wouldn’t do it again. Only to do it again, and again, and again, until you had enough.

And now, three months after your breakup, she was back here, after another drunk night. She hated herself for that. For every time she got drunk.

How many times did you try to help her? To support her through everything, to make it so that she didn’t need to drown her issues in alcohol, and she still did it. You were there for her, no matter what she needed. She had it all, she was happy, truly happy in a relationship for the first time in her life, and she threw it away.

It meant everything to her, and she threw it away as if it meant nothing.

She drank her medicine and went to the bathroom, only now noticing your clothes. She was so used to them while you were in a relationship. She loved wearing them, she felt warm in them, she felt safe. And then, when she came out and went to the living room she saw you, sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee in front of you. You probably didn’t sleep last night.

“Good morning,” you still smiled at her, that same loving smile she used to wake up to, only reminding her of what she lost.

“Good morning,” she replied, tears filling up her eyes. “I didn’t think you’d come and get me, I’m sorry you had to see that even now that we’re no longer together,” she said, she meant it, she truly did. “Why did you-“ her choked up slightly. “you didn’t have to,” she lowered her head and let the tears fall as you got up, went around the table and stopped in front of her, hugging her tightly and letting her cry. She didn’t deserve this, you being gentle and still there for her even after everything.

“I loved you, I still do, Tara,” you whispered, and thought you felt like that, though she loved you back, there were words neither of you spoke.

‘But you broke my trust one time too many.’

A/N: I did not think this would turn into angst! I swear! I did change a thing or two from the request, but I think it still fits. Part 2!

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

stepdad! hotch punishing the reader for coming home late at night. (maybe she's wearing something skimpy and has hickeys on her neck) 🤭

you're amazing btw!! your stories make me feral 😩

Jealousy

Warnings: stepdad!hotch, jealous/possessive!hotch, mentions of r having a fwb relationship, mentions of masturbation (not described), mentions of sex (not described), language, one could say this is more angsty than my other fics, let me know if I missed anything!

Pairing: Stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

Word count: 1k

A/n: This is a fantastic idea!  Thank you for sending it in and for your compliment 🥹 I am glad my stories can do that ;) There is no real smut in this but because of the pairing and slight mentions of sex this is NSFW. I am open to writing a part 2 of this one!

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Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

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This fic is NSFW minors DNI*

“Where have you been?” is the first thing you hear when you walk in the door.  You thought that maybe, just maybe Aaron would have gone to sleep instead of waiting up for you.  You thought that you would be able to sneak in and go unnoticed.  He would have to leave for work before you would be up and you would be able to avoid him confronting you.  No such luck.  

You let out a sigh and your head falls back dramatically.  “Nowhere important.  I just went out with a friend.” It’s not necessarily a lie.  The guy you were with is a friend, but there may be some occasional benefits too.  It was just a drink and a quick fuck.  It didn’t really mean anything.  It was just a way to release some stress that you’ve been feeling lately and accidentally create more stress for your stepdad.  

The dishevelled sight of you in front of him is something he absolutely hates.  The messy hair, the smudged lipstick, the already too-short dress that was pulled back down after your encounter but not quite all the way as it still rides up your thighs more than it normally would, and the marks on your neck are enough to have a slight wave of anger flooding through him.  He only wants to see that if he is the one that caused it.  But to see another guy’s work?  It pisses him off.  You’re his, or at least he wants you to be.  The two of you haven’t actually gone that far yet, but you both know that it is only a matter of time before you do.

“A friend?  One that you got all dressed up for and left all of those hickeys on your neck?” Aaron speaks coldly with a clear hint of suspicion and doubt as he crosses his arms over his chest.  Part of you is a tad embarrassed to be in this situation right now, but the other part of you that loves to be bratty and push his buttons from time to time is winning that conflict inside of you right now.  

“Yeah, maybe.  It’s not any of your business, Aaron.  I wanted to have a night out and have a little fun, what’s so bad about that?” You mirror him, crossing your arms in the same way that he is.  Your attitude has Aaron clenching his jaw.  That jaw that you would give just about anything to kiss and nibble on.  

He takes a few steps closer to you and his head tilts slightly in that way that for some reason always distracts you.  He hesitates and stands there just looking at you with a glare that you swear is sharp enough to pierce right through you and the door behind you.  When Aaron finally answers you his voice comes out low and dark.  “Because I don’t like it and I don’t think you should be seeing him.” He made it sound like something he was declaring.  Like it’s his choice and he gets the final say on the matter.  

This is ridiculous.  He thinks he can tell you who you can go out to see?  

“Then what would you suggest, Aaron?  Who am I allowed to see?” That bratty tone comes out again and he has to take a deep breath in so that he doesn’t snap.  Everything inside of him wants to push you up against that door behind you and tell you who you really belong to, to fuck you silly until you forget about everyone except for him.  He wants to tell you that he knows you’re always thinking of him when you are taking care of your needs whether you’re doing so with the help of another person or if it’s by yourself.  He wants to say that you can’t see anyone but him.  He holds back.  He wants to give in more than he could express, but he still manages to stop himself from acting on all of those thoughts.

You wish he would say and do all of those things.  You would love nothing more than to let Aaron absolutely ruin you however he sees fit.  You know he wants to and you’ve tried to push him over that edge, but he has way more self-control than you had originally thought he did.  That doesn’t mean that you haven’t watched it slowly crumble over time though.  You know it won’t take much more to finally break him down completely and when you do, you know that he is going to break you.  Especially with how long all of these feelings and emotions have been building up.  The tension between the two of you is palpable at all times when you’re around each other.  

To your surprise he chooses to back down this time.  He steps back closer to where he was before and looks down at the floor with a slight huff.  He’s jealous, but he’s containing it.  For now.

“Just…go to bed.  I”ll see you after work tomorrow.” He grumbles and walks away.  He goes to get a drink and sits quietly in his office, thinking about you and how he could treat you better than whatever ‘friend’ you saw tonight.  He wants to be the one you go to for a good time.  He wants to teach you a lesson and claim you as his.  He wants to tell you that no one else can do those things you both dream of him doing to you.  But for now Aaron has decided that it’s not quite the right time.  

You watch him get his drink and close the door of his office behind him before you go to your room.  You had hoped that he would snap tonight and make you unable to walk the next day, but your luck was against you yet again.  It made you feel a little disappointed and your heart sank just slightly.  But there was one thing that really stuck in your mind as you walked away.

Jealousy looks good on him. 

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

Circa June, 1967

“I-, fuck, I missed him?”

“He just left. Heading out with Soda and the rest of the guys. Why’re you lookin’ for him, anyhow?”

Sylvia readjusts the baby. “I don’t know, Darry,” she admits. “Wanted to say congratulations, I guess. Saw it in the paper yesterday.”

The last time Sylvia Merrill spoke to Darry Curtis, he was standing on her doorstep telling her Dallas was dead. That was nearly three years now. Before she graduated. Before she met Billy. Before she had the little girl snuggled against her chest. Darry’s stature sinks, just a little, he leans against the doorframe and keeps the screen propped open.

“Winnin’ an award,” she says softly. “Now that’s somethin’ you outta be proud of.”

“It’s not much of a suprise,” Darry chuckles, “we all knew Pony would pull it off.”

“Still. S’not like many eastsiders can write like that kid can.”

The conversation could have ended there. With Sylvia saying goodbye and heading back to the station wagon Ms. R had so kindly leant her while Billy was away, but it didn’t.

“Haven’t seen you around much,” he mentions casually. “You still on the east side?”

She almost laughs. Where else would she go? Where else would she be able to afford when keeping the lights on is already a struggle? She doesn’t say that, though. Instead, Sylvia looks down, brushes the blanket away from her daughter’s sleeping face, and answers. “Got a little apartment on the south side-,”

Darry grimaces. Back in their time, no good came from the south side of Tulsa. Three years later, that much hasn’t changed.

“-it’s alright. Good as it can be.”

Darry’s eyes follow her’s.

“Look’s like you have something of your own you must be mighty proud of.”

As much as she wants to deny it, Sylvia can’t squash the pride that blooms in her chest. It’s like she’s a little girl again, showing off her brand new dolly to her cousin on Christmas Day. When Sylvia looks up again, Darry’s eyes are still on the baby, his head cocked to the side. “Loretta, Lori for short. Had her back in… back in April.”

The timeline still makes her cringe. Knocked up the night of her graduation, holed up in a shitty little apartment on a shitty side of town with a shitty boyfriend all before the fine age of twenty. Yet Ponyboy Curtis was all of sixteen, talk of academic scholarships based on that essay already paving his way out of this godforsaken shitty town. Loretta stirs amid the blankets, Sylvia coos softly. The porch creaks as Darry leans forward ever so slightly.

“She’s still a little small, but I’m workin’ on it. Been readin’ ‘bout formula ‘n’ all that other shit. I just want ‘er to be healthy, y’know?”

Darry nods along, lips set in a small smile when Loretta’s face finally pokes through. “It’s hard, isn’t it? All those parenting books, ‘n’ you still don’t have a damn clue what you’re doing.”

She really does laugh this time. “It’s so hard. Honestly, I-, I don’t know how our parents did it. Jesus, Darry, I don’t know how you did it.”

“I look at Pony,” he chuckles, “‘n’ I’m not even too sure myself. Was sure I messed something up, ‘specially during those ‘developmental years’.”

Sylvia sighs. “You did a damn good job, man.”

Darry smiles. “You’re doing a great job, Sylv. She looks like a sweetheart.”

The words fall over her lips before she can even think them through. “You can hold ‘er, if you want. Just not like a football.”

Even more shocking still, is when Darry accepts the offer. Lori looks even more petite cradled in his large, calloused hands, readjusting against his broad chest. He’s smiling down at the baby in his arms, watching her eyelashes flutter. “You wanna come in, Sylv?” He offers. “Can put some coffee on if you’d like. Pony’s essay is just on the table if you wanna read that, too.”

The two are already stepping over the threshold, Darry’s hand extended to dampen the sound of the screen door snapping back into place. “Might take me a minute to sound out all those big words your brother uses,” she chides.

“It ain’t that bad,” Darry laughs, gesturing to the kitchen table, “the kid knows his audience.”

i need to print all of your words on the back of my eyelids so i can read them at every moment of the day because you really have a way with language and making me feel things-

[lost-in-lamentation]

prompt twenty and leviathan, please! 🧡

a/n: i thought of this scenario while i was on genshin and accidentally let all my chars die cause i scrambled to type it out lmao fly high chongyun

prompt #20: leviathan + “thank you.” “for what?” “for coming into my life.”

content: levi realises how much you’ve done for him all this time.

no warnings!

fluff. leviathan x gen!reader (you/your).

levi figures that there’s no harm skipping dinner for the 5th time in a row this week. after all, there’s raids he has to take care of, and a new banner on one of his favourite gacha games is dropping soon. he’ll have to grind for hours if he wants to guarantee the best results. it won’t matter to anyone if he’s not there today, the demon decides. he slips his headphones on, cracking his knuckles as he flops into the chair in front of his monitor. the hours tick by faster than he would have liked; before long, there’s a knock at the door, accompanied by a welcome voice.

“levi? you didn’t come down for dinner, are you okay?” 

levi pulls one side of his headphones away from his ear. “just come in MC, i can’t pause my game here,” he calls out, skillfully controlling his character with only one hand on the keyboard. 

the door clicks open softly, your figure slipping through with a bowl of food in hand. “is now a bad time? i can come back later-”

“no! no, just- one second-” levi fumbles on his words. within a minute, his character is standing under a victory banner, and levi is quick to slide his headphones down to his neck. “what is it?” when he turns around, he sees you brushing the thin layer of dust that has collected on some of his figurine shelves. his heart twists at the sight.

“dinner,” you repeat with a chuckle, searching around his room for the small foldable table. he hears you mutter a “found it”, and all he can do is watch as you bring it over to him. the table unfolds with ease, and you’re placing the food on it when you’ve determined it won’t collapse. “eat something before your next raid, okay?” 

“r-right,” levi stutters out, surprised at all you were doing for him. “i don’t have any more for the next few hours, so i have some time,” he says softly, eyes following you around as you slowly tidy up the things that were cluttered on the floor. 

“great, so start eating dinner!” you send him a smile, then turn back to cleaning the mess. 

levi hums out an acknowledgement, tousling the food with the spoon you had provided before digging in. time begins to pass by again, a comfortable silence laying over the two of you as he finishes his dinner. when levi finishes, he places the bowl on the table with a low clink, shifting his gaze to find you watching the fish swim around in his aquarium. “

“oh, are you done?” you take the bowl away from his side before he responds. “you can’t keep missing dinner, levi. it’s not good for you. ah! i forgot to bring you water!”

levi waves his hands at you, his chest aching at how you were concerned for him. "MC, it’s okay, i have water here,” he assures you. “and uh… i won’t miss tomorrow. i promise.” 

you smile at him again, and levi wonders how you haven’t become tired of him yet. “i’m gonna bring this back to the kitchen. do you need anything?” the avatar of envy shakes his head in return. “alright then. before i go, i wanted to ask. can i come back here later tonight?”

“what for?” 

“i wanna hang out with you.” levi doesn’t know if his heart is in his throat or his stomach; he can only stare at you in disbelief at such a question. “i don’t hear a no, so i’ll be back later!” 

before long, you’ve disappeared from his room, leaving levi to debate all the reasons why you might want to return. you’re gone for longer than levi expected you to be, but he wishes you left him more time to mentally prepare himself. when you walk back into his room, pyjamas on and blanket draped around your shoulders, levi feels heat spreading across his face. 

“m-make yourself comfortable,” levi finally manages to say aloud. 

“already am,” you say nonchalantly, shuffling over to sit in front of his bathtub and pulling a book out from behind your back. “don’t mind me, just play what you were going to.”

the pounding in levi’s chest echoes all the way up to his head. his mind swims through reality, and he briefly thinks that he’s imagined a new world for himself. but the way you wrap your blanket tight around yourself and giggle at a line from your novel makes levi think otherwise. he can barely focus on the game at hand, and eventually gives up altogether. out of frustration, he rubs his hands against his face, sighing into them before swivelling his chair around to face you. “MC, you can sit in the tub. o-only if you want to! it just, might be better for your back there.” 

with a grin, you’re clambering over the side, sliding in to cushion yourself against his blankets. “maybe the bathtub isn’t so bad,” you giggle, burrowing yourself further in. “i like how it smells like the ocean here. it’s just like you.” 

“h-huh?!” the demon jumps out of his seat. “don’t just say stuff like that!” a part of him wants to kick you out; to reject everything you’ve done for him, and to forget the feeling that you always stirred in his stomach. and yet, he can’t bear to see you go. you’re laughing now, and it draws him closer to you. his feet carry him to his bathtub, and he stops just at the edge so that he can crouch down and lock eyes with you. 

you look directly at him, and levi wants to believe that there’s something other than friendship in your eyes. “sorry,” you say, rather non-apologetically. “you okay there?”

levi takes a breath for courage, then swallows the rest of his nerves. “MC, i…” he crosses his arms and leans them on the bathtub. “thank you.” 

“...for what?” 

“for- for taking care of me, and keeping me company. and also, for coming into my life.” the instant the words leave his mouth, levi feels both regret and relief flood into his veins, and he nearly crashes onto the floor. 

you act quicker, hauling him into the bathtub next to you. he stiffens against your touch, but relaxes immediately when you pull him on top of you. you lean back against the side of the tub, guiding levi’s head to fall onto your shoulder. all embarrassment forgotten, levi feels the tension leave his body. “i’d do anything for you, levi.” your breath on his ear tickles, and he shudders at the sensation. “you’re more calm than usual, you know. did you stay up all night again?” 

levi shrugs against you. “i don’t know how long i’ve been up for.”

“well, that explains it.” 

he feels you smile against the crown of his head, and levi doesn’t want this moment to end. “MC?” your humming vibrates through both your chest and his. “please don’t leave.”

levi sighs contentedly as your arms wind around his waist, hugging him flush against yourself. “not in a million years.”

a/n: there are so many mistakes in here and it's kinda #cringe but i feel free

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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Only Five Hours  • Nuria Rabano

This is a quick one but I hope whoever requested this likes it!

Request: For the nuria rabano one r and nuria were together  at real sociadad but nuria left to barcelona and r misses her so on her day off goes to barcelona to see nuria and surprises at a game and when nuria sees her in the crowd runs to her and kisses and thats when the relationship comes out.

Word count: 470

Long distance relationships were hard, but you and Nuria were adamant that it would work for the two of you and so far it has. You visited her on your off days and she did too, surprisingly the two of you haven’t yet been caught by either of your teams. 

Going to each other's matches wasn’t an option though, first and foremost your busy schedules didn’t allow you to travel the distance and make it back for training and matches for the next day. Second of all, you feared if you were to be spotted your teammates would take it as a sign of betrayal. You were a fairly well known player to your team’s fans thanks to being one of the top scorers, it wouldn’t have come as a surprise if someone did recognize you if you were to attend a Barcelona game.

But the same way love can make you blind, it can also make you forget about all of the worries of life. Or perhaps you just didn’t care as you found yourself missing your girlfriend a little too much on your off day. Who were you to blame, right?

After an incredibly long train ride you make your way into the stadium, black baseball hat kept firmly on your head in hopes of no one finding out you were here as you took your seat behind the team’s subs bench.

The match against Alhama had ended in a Barcelona victory and despite not wanting to be seen you cheered for your girlfriend’s team which resulted in Nuria looking your way when running past. The look on her face was priceless as she recognized you, almost tripping over air as she sent you a grin. 

She doesn’t wait long after the full time whistle is blown before she takes off running this time your way and you find yourself in her arms in a matter of seconds. You hold onto her tight before she nudges your head off her shoulder to look you in your eyes. Affection gleamed in her eyes as she stared at you and you pulled her into you, your lips connecting in a tender kiss.

“Why are you here?” she breathes out with a smile.

“What? Can’t visit my girlfriend on my day off?” you joke with her

“No no, you can. In fact, you should do it more often” she laughs with you while her teammates on the pitch watch the interaction in confusion.

“When the hell did that happen?” Bruna voices everyone’s thoughts.

“Language!” their captain appears out of nowhere, though there is a small smile on her face as she follows where the others are looking. 

Unbeknownst to the girl in your arms you wouldn’t have to be apart for too long and you were already looking forward to the upcoming transfer window.

[c4llezz]

UNANSWERED THOUGHTS

Requested: Yes. Used a random number generator for this but Gowon and Feel like sh!t by Tate McRae. So could I req a Gowon x reader fic? Where maybe you and Gowon recently broke up and reader is reflecting on everything and feeling devastated?

GOWON X GN!READER

TW: mentions of alcohol, one swear word.

Genre: Angst

Word count: 900

Feel like shit- Tate McRae

Gif is not mine. Gowon looks so pretty in it 🥹.

Expect mistakes, happy reading!

Another night, another club you visited. Ever since your break up with Gowon two weeks ago, going out with your friends was now a routine to you, drowning your sorrows in alcohol was your new hobby, and the next day you’d regret everything you did just to do it again the next night you hear one of her songs. Her calls didn’t help you at all. Every night she’d call you and leave a voice message, you haven’t heard any of them but you were always tempted to. Maybe breaking up was not the hardest part after all.

You thought kissing someone else was going to help you, well you thought wrong. When you were sitting at the bar a girl came a little too close to you, she started touching your arm not so subtly and you just let her be, in no time her lips were in yours. The kiss was rough and fast, not like when you kissed Chaewon for the first time, gentle and slow, and even if her lips were soft, they were not as smooth as the ones of the black-haired girl in your mind. The hands of the woman went to your waist and that’s when you realized it was not going to work, those were not Chaewon’s hands. That made you start thinking (you seemed to do that a lot lately), were you going to find someone to kiss again?

When you arrive at your house, the first thing you did was take a shower just to get rid of the lavender perfume in your shirt, vanilla is definitely better. After your long shower, you got changed in your pajamas and looked at your phone, you were surprised when you didn’t have any missed calls from your ex, maybe she is still working, I’ll check later you thought.

You went to the living room and turned your tv on opening youtube. The first suggested video was one of her group songs you wanted to click on it just to see her again, but restrained yourself (a/n: boycott or else 😤) it was not going to help you get over her, it didn’t help your thoughts either. How are you Chaewon? Are you eating well? Are you feeling good or are you just as miserable as I am? Maybe I shouldn’t have ended things, maybe we could’ve worked it out. What if you were the one and I ruined everything? Why haven’t you called yet? I know I don’t answer but it doesn’t mean you need to stop. Should I talk to you? Do you want me to talk to you? I mean you call me every night so that might be a sign. But I don’t want to be disappointed again.

Your phone ringing interrupted your questioning, you ran to your bedroom hoping she was calling but the moment you saw the contact name you sighed. “Hello,” you said answering the call “I’m fine,” you told the person on the line “I already ate.”

“How did you know I was going to ask that?”

You rolled your eyes “Is the only thing you ask lately, mom. And about Chaewon.”

“Well, I’m worried for you! And I still don’t know what happened between the two of you” she said expecting to finally get an answer but you stayed silent “I want to help you Y/N” you still didn’t budge and she sighed knowing you were not going to say anything about it “Well…are you still coming to the family dinner on Saturday?”

“Yes, I’ll be there.” the conversation had just started and you already felt overwhelmed “I’ll go to sleep now, it is 1 am.”

“Ok, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Before you got into the covers you saw your cat lying next to a pink sweater, you frowned I don’t own any pink stuff. You walked and grabbed the clothing from the floor, and when you looked at it you recognized it immediately. Gowon use to wear it all the time, she must have left it the last time she stayed the night…you really need to clean your room. “Why are you not calling?” you whispered throwing the pink item under your bed. Did you give up on me like I did with our relationship? Did you find someone else already? Were you really the one? I mean my mom loved liked you and she doesn’t like anyone. Should I call you this time? Maybe you are waiting for me to call.

You unlocked your phone, your thumb hovering over her contact name. Fuck it. You pressed the call button regretting it almost instantly, before you could hang up she answered the call

“Hello?” she said, you could hear the confusion in her voice “Y/N?” There were so many things you wanted to say, to ask, but you couldn’t open your mouth “Are you there?” you wanted answers to all the questions that had been plagging your mind, but what would happen if you got back together? You were 98% sure it’d happen the same thing that happen before. Missed dates, missed birthdays, miscommunication and stupid fights, you didn’t want that. Calling her was a mistake

“I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry” You hung up the phone before she could say anything else. Your unanswered questions will stay unanswered, but that was better than another heartbreak…right?

[a-land-lacking-sleep]

Submas/PLA Fic: Electric Trains are the Future Ch. 18 - I am Emmet. Thank you for your hospitality.

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Happy 1 Year Anniversary to Electric Trains are the Future! I decided to celebrate by giving you readers a FUCKING DOOZY of a chapter (size wise, it's fairly chill). Despite taking over two months, this fic is still going, and we should have it done before the next anniversary!

Chapter Summary: Kamado has a talk with the travelers in his village, then Emmet tours Jubilife. Chapter Warnings: Emmet begins to have a breakdown about 3/4 of the way through the chapter, though it doesn't hit until closer to the end. Chapter Word Count: 6175

Please, read either below or over on AO3 where I ramble! Reblogs and comments are appreciated, but never required.

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This Galaxy Building was muuuch better than the one Emmet had visited in Eterna City. It had calmer and more neutral colors, and the use of real wood added a relaxing touch to the entire atmosphere that was lacking in that spike-covered office building in the present. Future. Whenever.

However, going up into the Commander’s office was a different feeling. The light walls that filled the building below were replaced by a dark gray, likely to mark the importance of the room. It kills the calm mood and just makes Emmet feel on edge as he sat down next to Elesa and Akari on the left side of the office, while Elio sat down between Cynthia and Volo on the other side. 

And looking at the Commander behind his desk, Emmet could tell that the dour feeling that the room gave was likely getting to him. He was frowning just as strong as Ingo, but Emmet could tell that there was a forcefulness to the frown that Ingo didn’t have. And the glare he was giving them, especially to Volo, was far harsher than anything his brother could give off.

However, even with the glaring, this Commander was chatting with Cynthia in a tone that was obviously not hostile. “I know that you have plenty of questions, Ms. Cynthia, but I need you to understand,” the Commander says as he strokes his admittedly impressive moustache, “that you’re starting to get into questions that I don’t have answers for.”

“But I know that the Survey Corps has been cataloging the information they have been finding about the ruins,” Cynthia prods with a soft whine. “Surely you can share a bit of details? An etching? A recreation of a pictograph? Many of the ruins around the mountain will get buried in rock slides in the next few decades.”

“I already told you, we haven’t begun that project yet,” the Commander grumbles, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “My- The Lady Cogita would have some details, but from what she has informed me, she is currently host to a visitor.” As Cynthia begins to speak, he quickly holds up a finger to stop her. “And I am the good authority to tell you that you do not want to speak with this visitor.” Emmet didn’t miss Volo scowling and gripping the arm of his chair tighter.

Emmet’s smile twitches momentarily, and he finds himself standing back up, pointing one arm at the Commander and another at Cynthia, looking above their heads at the wall (what a subdued shade of green he thinks to himself). “I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I would like some coffee, so let’s talk.” Emmet holds the pose for a moment before looking down at Elesa expectantly. “Did you bring the coffee up here?”

“I have it right here, Subway Boss-han,” the Commander says, his accent slipping slightly as he  gestures to the kettle of coffee. “Feel free to pour yourself a cup. You may be a guest, but I wasn’t the one who requested coffee be brought up to my office this morning.”

“You still had some,” Akari quickly interjects as Emmet quickly pours himself a cup of coffee and sits back down.

“Yes, because I need all the help I can get when I have to call you in 2 hours after sunrise,” the Commander grumbles before he scoots his chair back and stands up, assuming a pose that reminded Emmet of his uncle Hajime during his lectures to the cousins. “To those who have not met me, my name is Denboku Kamado, and I am the Commander of this Galaxy Team. I would like to welcome you three to Jubilife Village, the eventual seat of the Hisuian government. Kurosawa-san here,” Kamado continues, gesturing to Cynthia, “told me a bit about how you got here, but I would like to hear the story from you as well, Subway Boss-san.”

Emmet pauses mid-sip, the coffee dribbling onto his tongue before he tilts it more to get a mouthful, swallowing the cooled drink and placing the cup down into his hand like a plate. “I am Emmet. Are you just wanting to know why I’m here?” Kamado nods seriously, causing Emmet to swallow a bit at the ever-growing similarity between this man and his uncle in the Dan. “Well, I came to find my wife.” Beside him, Elesa smiles sweetly, her cheeks pinching her eyes closed. “And hopefully, and thankfully, my brother.” He pauses and adds softly, “I would like to go back downstairs soon.”

“Ingo arrived through the Space-Time rift, just as Elesa later did,” Kamado says, looking down at his desk and jotting a note down on a sheet of paper.

“Ultra Wormhole,” Cynthia quickly corrects, Volo nodding next to her. Kamado looks like he’s about to say something, and instead sighs before motioning for Emmet to continue.

Emmet’s smile perks a bit at the short exchange before he brings it to a more neutral smile. “My brother and I came across this period as kids.” Emmet pauses for a moment to sip his coffee, letting out a contented sigh. “We joked about Ingo being Ingo reincarnated. Then he disappeared.”

“And arrived here,” Kamado dully notes, seeing where the story is leading.

Emmet nods, continuing on. “And then Elesa disappeared, and Volo showed up. I probably shouldn’t have listened to him, the entire situation was suspect.But I was also panicked and had no other options.”

“And so you decided to follow a liar and a thief,” Kamado says with a glare at the liar in question.

“That’s not fair, Kamado,” Akari says, cutting in front of Emmet’s attempt to speak up. “Volo has spent a lot of time making up for what he’s done!”

“Yes, with his supposed immortality,” Kamado says with a glare towards Volo, who shrivels into his chair. “A descendant of the Celestica is what he had told us when he came with the Gingko. And all along, he was a survivor of the massacre. With his actions recently, he should’ve died there.”

There was a small commotion from Elio, Volo, and Cynthia at the comment before Kamado slams a hand down onto the table, cutting them off as Emmet glares at him over his coffee. “I am not going to remove him or your group, so there is no need to be belligerent.” Despite the direct irony of the statement, no one called Kamado his own behavior, preferring to let him talk. “Now, Subway Boss-san, you were telling me how your group arrived here.”

Emmet looks at Kamado’s moustache before sighing and drinking from his coffee before speaking back up. “I am Emmet, Denboku-han,” Emmet says, using his own Johtoan dialect more prominently. “I would prefer you be nicer to my friends. I would not be here without Volo’s help. He is the one who pointed me where to go, that pulled the strings to get me here, and taught me the proper path.” Kamado glares at Emmet for a moment, before crossing his arms and huffing in acquiescence. “Now. Do you want to know anything else?”

Kamado reaches up and strokes his moustache in thought for a moment before speaking back up. “Young Nozawa-kun here mentioned that he had a Pokemon bring you all here. Is that something I need to worry about?”

Emmet leans over and looks down at Elio, who to their credit simply shrugs and shakes their head. With a nod, Emmet looks back at Kamado. “Nope. Solgaleo can create Wormholes to take us places. But it’s very nice! A large house cat, and well trained, yup.”

“And these Wormholes won’t be a threat to the village?”

“No more than Arceus in Akari’s Pokeball,” Emmet says with a widening grin as he sips his coffee. He could hear Elesa gag on his right and feel Akari stiffen on his left as Kamado’s eyes narrow. And if he really listened, he could hear Elio hold in a laugh and Volo’s heart nearly stop.

As Kamado’s gaze shifts to Akari, she drives her elbow into Emmet’s arm and pulls out the Wing Ball that Arceus resides in. “Y-yeah! I, uh, caught one last Pokemon! I already showed the Professor.” There’s a pause as Kamado simply nods, still looking at her for an explanation on Emmet’s comment. “Eheh… It’s, uh… It’s the Almighty Sinnoh.”

“YA CAPTURED THE CLANS’ GOD?!” Kamado roars, one hand slamming into the table to hold himself up as he stumbles back. “Do Adaman-han and Irida-han know?” Akari opens her mouth to explain when a voice emanates from the Pokeball.

Thou needest not to worry. The two leaders of mine children’s clans need not know I exist.

The office stood quiet for a moment before Kamado could sputter out anything. “W… What-”

Also, thou needest not worry about thine town. I am a gentle god. In the day of mine Champion’s youth, I am what is called a blorbo.

The effect of Arceus’ statement was instant. Elio and Akari both double over in laughter, with the ball actually falling from Akari’s grip and rolling under Kmado’s desk with a soft, but reverberant, Oh No. Emmet, Elesa, and Cynthia all did the proper response from an adult and respectfully cringed at the Alpha Pokemon. 

All Kamado could do was stare at the ball as it rolls out of sight, then back up at Akari. “I.. Do not want to know what it is talking about. Just… Are we going to have to feed this God too?” Akari is silent for a moment, before averting her gaze and whistling to herself. “I swear to the Whirl, I’m going to dock your pay to afford to feed them. No more captures for a month.”

“You only pay on captures anyway!” Akari cries as she puts her arms out in defiance. “That’s bullshit!”

“And more Pokemon are entering the region every day,” Kamado shoots back, reaching down to retrieve Arceus’ Pokeball from under his desk and handing it back to the young Surveyor. “This meeting is adjourned. I’m going to need to go over finances and figure out an appropriate way to breach the topic of one of my people capturing the Almighty Sinnoh to the Clans.”

Emmet was the first to leave the room, taking his cup of coffee with him as Elesa and Volo quickly followed behind him. As they reach the bottom of the stairs, Volo lets out a heavy sigh. “I still hate that man, I think.”

“I am Emmet,” Emmet says before he fully registers what Volo said, quickly adding, “I don’t blame you. He is severe.” Emmet drinks the last of his cup as Akari and Cynthia descend the stairs, the older Champion patting the younger on the back, with Elio coming up behind them with the rest of the coffee. “Well, the day is early. Ingo is probably going to sleep some more. What is the plan?”

“I told Zisu I was going to fill at the Dojo when I dropped by earlier,” Elesa says with a sigh. “I’ve not been working since Ingo’s fall, and they’ve also been down an instructor because of it.”

Emmet perks up slightly, his eyes lighting up at this. “The Dojo? I wouldn’t mind stopping by. You said that Zisu is a strong trainer.”

Elesa smiles back at Emmet before speaking. “Give us some time to set up and do our daily routines before stopping by, ok?” Emmet enthusiastically nods, and Elesa laughs before giving Emmet a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later, Emmy. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Emmet returns as Elesa quickly makes her way to the stairs to leave. Turning back to the others, he looks over at Volo. “I’m assuming you’re going to stay in here somewhere?”

“As much as I dislike Kamado,” Volo says with a sneer, looking back up the stairs as if he expected to see the Commander looking down at them. “It would probably be best if my old boss didn’t see me, at least not yet. I did just run away on him, after all. And probably got branded as a thief at best, considering I did use stock without permission.”

“I’ll probably hang out here, too,” Elio says, still holding the kettle of coffee on the platter. “I wanna talk with Ingo when he gets back up.” Emmet nods, and looks over at Akari and Cynthia.

The pair look back at him before Akari speaks up. “I need to go get my main team, but I can show you and Auntie Cynthia around Jubilife.”

If a smile could actually light up a room, Cynthia’s would have as her face split with a large grin. “The first settlement in Sinnoh! I would absolutely love to see it all first hand!” She holds a finger up and begins to shuffle through her tote bag, and pulls out a small notebook. “I’ll be sure to get plenty of notes! A proper primary resource to return home with!”

“Just remember when you are,” Volo says with a sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “You’re already going to stand out, so don’t let people know who you are.”

“I know,” Cynthia says sharply, attempting to shoo Volo off with a hand. “Kamado and I have already talked, no one is going to list our names down while we’re here, and we aren’t going to tell people we’re time travelers. But that doesn’t mean we can’t still research! Surely you’ll want to look through things for inspiration, Mr. Author?”

Volo glares at Cynthia for a few moments before sighing and crossing his arms. “Fine. I really shouldn’t be going places for a bit, but I do want to look around again before we go.” Cynthia smiles again and clenches her fists in excitement while Volo simply shakes his head. “Anyway, I’m heading downstairs to speak with Laventon. Enjoy the outdoors, you three.” With a quick wave, Volo turns around and ushers Elio to the farther set of stairs while Emmet and his crew go to the closer set.

Stepping outside, Emmet instinctively brings his hat a little further down his face to block out the sun, while Cynthia and Akari both step out into the light to seemingly recharge like Sunflora. Emmet could see the guard take a look at him as he descends the steps, the tall foreigner with bright clothing and hidden eyes that looked almost like the ghost of a normal member of the town. Emmet picks up his pace and walks past Akari, only slowing briefly to ask, “First destination?”

Akari picks up her own pace with Cynthia following suit, the latter’s coat billowing out in the wind behind her. “I think Anthe over at the clothier,” Akari says, pointing to a building nearby with a woman in a purple kimono standing outside talking to another woman, this one a redhead in a blue outfit. “I have some replacement uniforms to pick up, and we could see about cleaning your coat.”

“I am Emmet. I want to keep my coat for now.”

“Maybe after a few days, then?” Cynthia says softly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, causing Emmet to momentarily pause his step. “I know you pride yourself on keeping your coat and hat clean.”

“Not now,” Emmet says, politely shaking Cynthia’s hand off of him. “Maybe in a few days. Not now.” Akari continues on to talk with Anthe and the other woman, Cynthia stays back with Emmet. After a moment, Emmet sighs. “Is someone looking at me? It feels like there is.”

Cynthia takes a quick scan around the area, seeing a group of kids looking at the pair and talking to each other, but no one else. Cynthia focuses her attention on the group, and each of them recoil as if they had been hit with a Glare, and turn to face away from the pair. “Just a few kids. They’re not looking this way anymore.”

Emmet shakes his head a few times before pulling his hat back up a bit. “I feel like people will stare, yup. They’ll think I’m Ingo.”

“Or worse,” Cynthia says joylessly. “Hisui apparently had a Zoroark problem around this time.” Emmet flinches and crinkles his nose, looking down at the ground. “They’re mostly up north in the Icelands, where Snowpoint City is nowadays.” Cynthia pauses slightly. “Well, in our time. Nowadays there is no city.”

The pair both laugh a little at that as Akari comes back over, this time with the redhead in tow. “Arezu, this is Uncle Ingo’s brother Emmet, and my Auntie Cynthia!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Arezu says, bowing slightly to Emmet and then Cynthia. “Ingo and I aren’t in the same clan, but it’s great to see he’s getting more family and friends coming to see him. Especially with how he’s doing right now, y’know?” Emmet finds himself simply nodding as the woman speaks, letting her just go on for now.

“Are you a normal clan member, or are you a Warden as well?” Cynthia asks, leaning in slightly out of curiosity.

“Oh, I’m a Warden,” Arezu says with slight apprehension as she leans away from Cynthia. “Warden of Lady Lilligant of the Ridge.” As she answered, she continues to move slowly towards the hair salon next door like she was trying to avoid the gaze of a fearsome predator.

A slight tug on Emmet’s sleeve pulls him back from watching the conversation, and he turns to see Akari looking up at him slightly worried. “You ok, Emmet?” Emmet opens his mouth to respond, and when no words come out to do so, simply nods. “Alright, then… I’m gonna go drag Auntie away from Arezu real quick. I was gonna show you both the photography studio next, if you wanna wait there.” She points behind them both at the building across the street, where several pictures were hung.

Emmet nods, and makes his way across the street to the studio as Akari slips past him to wrangle her aunt. The first picture there was something that made Emmet’s smile a touch bigger - a simple portrait of Volo, bent down slightly over his Togepi, a large and genuine smile plastered across his face. It was one of the few pictures here in color, albeit a very subdued color where the presumably vivid blues and yellows of Volo’s uniform were instead dulled to an almost navy and goldenrod.

Next to it was a picture of a large Rapidash, shiny from the look of the flames, though not at all the shade Emmet was used to. Every shiny Rapidash he had seen had silver flames along its mane, but the picture here was showing a lilac flame, perhaps due to the style of photography used. The next photograph was one of the Commander posed up against a Snorlax, with both posed in a way that made it look like the Commander was attempting to suplex the rotund Pokemon. But even the little bit of wrestling knowledge that Emmet had let him know that this had to be staged - The Commander was too low to the Snorlax’ center of gravity, and wouldn’t be able to lift it without endangering himself. It made for a good image, though.

The next two pictures weren’t anything much - One of the Security Corps members posed with their lantern above their Zubat, and a small group of kids posed with their arms up like they were monsters, shouting at the camera. The final picture is what drew Emmet’s attention, though.

Front and center on display was a glossy photograph of Ingo and Akari, with Ingo’s coat and hat all tattered and Akari wearing a white kimono and red sash, with a Sneasel mask propped on her forehead. Ingo was standing tall and at attention, a smile lurking in his eyes as he pointed at the camera, and Akari stood next to him, smiling brightly with a mirrored pose to his brother. Was this a plan on his part, or hers? Did he remember everything at that point, or was he, Emmet, still lost to him?

Emmet quickly brings his wrist up, turning his Xtransciever on and zeroing the camera in on the photograph. He’s never really been the kind to take a picture of a picture, but given the circumstances and the time period, this would do. He snaps a picture from head on, and then one from the side, before stepping over and taking a picture of the photograph that had Volo in it as well. By the time he was closing his Xtransciever up, Akari was walking up with Cynthia. 

“Hope we didn’t make you wait, Emmet,” Akari says as she bounces up to the door of the studio. “Dagero is the only person other than Laventon to have a camera, and his is so much better than the professors.” She points at a photograph above the one with Volo, where Melli was posed elegantly with his Skuntank. “We even got a few of the Clan members to take photos. It’s really helped loosen people up.”

Cynthia lets out a small gasp as she approaches one on the far side of the Rapidash, which shows a young woman in pink surrounded by Eevees. “This is a beautiful photograph of Lady Irida! There aren’t many from this point of her life that survived.” As she says the last part, she pulls her Rotom phone from her pocket and snaps a picture of it like Emmet had previously.

Emmet raises his hand to point at the one of Ingo and Akari and opens his mouth to speak , only for nothing to come out. He swallows and scrunches his eyes closed before getting the words out. “I am Emmet. I like this one a lot.” He unconsciously lets out a sigh as Akari notices the photo and perks up.

“Oh, I loved doing that one with Uncle! It was the night of the festival after I calmed down Dialga!” She turns and points to the clearing in front of the Galaxy Building, then lifts her arms up into the sky. “Sanqua and Iscan worked together to build a stage on a mini-pagoda, and Uncle’s Machamp played the o-daiko with Gaeric and Zisu while Irida and Melli did a flute and dance performance above! Rei and I tried some of the food that some Diamond Clan members brought, and then Uncle and I took that photo to commemorate it all!” 

Cynthia and Emmet nod as Akari leads them along past the studio and towards some pastures on the outskirts of town. “Anyway, I’m thinking we could hit the Dojo after this? You could meet Zisu, and maybe battle her!”

Emmet and Cynthia both perk up slightly at the idea of battling, Cynthia much more than Emmet. Normally Emmet would likely be the more enthusiastic of the two, but every time he looks in a new direction, he catches sight of someone staring at him. The kids from the clothier. The old lady across the river on her porch. The guard at the gate. Everyone just kept staring at him.

It takes him a few moments to even notice that the trio had stopped, with Akari leading them into the pastures directly. He could see all manners of Pokemon running or resting or playing in the fields. There was a herd of Ponyta galloping behind a lilac-flame Rapidash (I guess that photo wasn’t wrong) and a flock of Starly and Staravia circling the immediate vicinity of the entrance, a few coming down to rest nearby and stare at the trio.

“Yama! Oroshi!” Akari’s call echoes through the pastures, with the latter Pokemon called reacting first. With a distant roar, a rather large Gyrados emerges from a nearby pool and glides through the air towards the trio, landing and sliding along the grass until it bumps into Akari, knocking the teenager off balance. The serpent was larger than any Gyrados that Emmet had ever seen, even with the Pokemon being rarer in Unova than in other regions.

Akari begins focusing on scrubbing some pond scum off of Oroshi’s crest as Emmet hears some footsteps approaching from behind, and turns to see a rather small, but incredibly blue, Snorlax making its way to them. Right after, Cynthia turns and lets out a small scream as she is barreled over by the shiny bear in its pursuit of its Trainer. In Akari’s case, it skids to a stop and stands there for a moment before falling backwards into its butt, throwing its hands into the air in celebration.

The growing collection of Pokemon was quickly joined by a Gardevoir teleporting in, an Ursaring running up to the Snorlax and tackling it, and a Staraptor swooping down from the skies to land on the crest of the Gyrados and crying out in greeting. Emmet and Cynthia could only watch as the young champion was engulfed by her team, with the final member, a Typhlosion of some sort, simply deciding to stand next to the two and observe. After a few minutes of petting her team, Akari holds up a few Pokeballs. “Ok, everyone, time to head out!” The effect was instant, as many of the Pokemon reach out to activate their respective Pokeballs and retreat inside, with the Typhlosion continuing to wait calmly next to Emmet.

“Ok, I think I’m good to go now!” Akari says, coming back to the adults and hugging her Typhlosion tight before recalling her. “Let’s go see if Zisu will let us battle her!”

The walk to the Dojo was fairly short, though it involved walking through the residential area and thus more stares, mostly from older men and women. As Cynthia and Akari chat and continue walking, Emmet pulls his hat down over his eyes again and pulls his collar up to block his face, hoping to cut off any chance on catching sight of someone looking at him. Akari had told him that people were wary of outsiders, but this was excessive. Was his resemblance to Ingo causing this? Has no one in Jubilife, or perhaps even Hisui, heard of twins before?

The group arrives at the Dojo to see Elesa battling a teenager from the village and giving them pointers on type match ups as her Stunfisk, Smirks, flopped on the ground to kick up dust for fun. Behind her, observing the battle by the small building, was a tall red-headed woman in a wide stance - Presumably Zisu. And sure enough, Akari bounded up to her and began to talk animatedly, while Cynthia and Emmet hung back, with the former looking at the latter with a bit of worry in her eyes. “You’re being quiet, Emmet. Are you alright?”

Emmet opens his mouth to speak, before simply grimacing and answering with his hands. ‘Too many eyes. I am Emmet. I am not a circus attraction.’ Cynthia grimaced herself, nodding in understanding. As she thought about how to respond, Emmet could only thank the fact that many champion level Trainers knew either Kantonian or Unovan Sign Languages due to the former Kanto champion’s reliance on it.

‘I can handle the talking for you,’ Cynthia signs back as she steps forward to join Akari’s talk with the Dojo leader. Emmet simply nods in thanks, and turns to observe the battle again, watching as Elesa commands her Stunfisk, who leisurely follows the command. The teenager was definitely inexperienced, using moves that either had no or little effect on the Pokemon, who wasn’t even attempting to dodge most of the attacks. Since the battle was so sedated, he instead focused on the movements of the trainers themselves.

The teenager was a little stiff in his movements, though not quite robotic. Instead of being stiff due to over-practice, the teenager just wasn’t sure how to move and conduct himself in battle. Each command was punctuated with a wild fling of his arm, and a pose that was held just a few seconds longer than needed. In contrast, Elesa moved with quick grace, throwing a hand forward with each command and moving her entire torso with the motion. She also would pace slightly, strutting either purposely or subconsciously as she observed the battle from different angles. And she was doing that cute thing, where whenever she stopped pacing to hold a position, she would bump a hip out and place her ha-

“So, you’re Ingo’s brother?” a louder than needed voice says from beside Emmet, pulling his focus from the battle to the red-headed woman who had joined him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you! My name is Zisu!” The woman put her hand out to shake his in a very Unovan manner, despite speaking in a clearly native Johto dialect.

With a deep breath, Emmet takes her hand and gives it a firm and polite shake. “I am Emmet.”

“So, Akari tells me you’re a great battler!” Emmet simply nods, not interrupting her to verbally agree. “After Elesa finishes training Koji, do you want to go a round? She and Cynthia-han were telling me about the Double Battles you do!”

Emmet breathes in again, closing his eyes as he pulls up his mental script. “I am Emmet. I am a Subway Boss. I like Double Battles. I like the combination of two or more Pokemon.” Emmet pulls his arms up and assumes his point and call pose, opening his eyes to look firmly between Zisu’s eyebrows. “I do not think I can battle today. But when we do, let’s have a great battle in which every Pokemon uses a variety of moves.”

Zisu’s smiles widely and clenches her fists in front of her. “Fantastic! I have to see the mechanics behind it!” Her smile morphs into an open mouth as she gasps, and she slams a fist down into her palm. “We should battle after Elesa is done!”

Emmet tries his best to keep the grimace from his face as Zisu’s volume creeps upwards with her enthusiasm. She is far too close, and her energy is just becoming far too much, causing Emmet to take a step back. “I- I am Emmet. Not today. I still need to rest from traveling.” Only a little lie. He did want to battle, he needed to have a battle to unwind, but… Noise is too much, and while he can usually make an exception for battles, not today, not while he is unable to even take any eyes on him. 

Apparently his expression had shifted, because Zisu puts her hands up and steps back. “I’m sorry, Emmet,” she says with a slight grimace. “Ingo also gets bad with noise sometimes, I didn’t think about that.”

Emmet holds up a hand and takes a deep breath. “Don’t apologize. The town is what is doing it.” He looks behind himself to scan the surroundings, catching no one staring at him. “I need to calm my engines. This cab is catching too much attention.” Turning back, he sighs and pulls his coat tighter. “I’m going to go, if that’s ok. I am Emmet. I will be back.”

Without waiting for a response (though he sort of hears Zisu say “take care”), Emmet turns on his heel and begins walking back to the Galaxy Building. As he walks, he feels a Pokeball on his belt shake, and Mama Fluff, his Galvantula, falls onto the ground beside him before scuttling up onto his back and latching on like a backpack. With her added weight, Emmet slouches slightly and slows down a little as he hears footsteps coming up behind him.

“Emmet!” Akari calls as she approaches. “Emmet, wait! Auntie Elesa said she’s coming!” With a sigh, Emmet stops and turns to face Akari as she barrels down the street towards him, with Cynthia seeming to stay behind at the Dojo and Elesa stepping out of the gates. “She said she would eat with us. The Wallflower can be pretty quiet, even on the outside.”

Emmet looks over at the tables at the restaurant, out in the sun and right next to the main road and the neighboring shop. “Can we go inside?”

Akari herself pauses now, almost wincing into her grimace as she looks at the entrance to the restaurant. “I- Yeah. I don’t like going in there, but it’s probably better for a breakdown. Darker and quieter.” Emmet nods and turns to walk towards the restaurant as Elesa jogs up to his side and gently grabs his hand for a moment before letting it go, causing Emmet’s troubled expression to soften slightly.

As the group approaches the building, though, the old man out front moves to intercept them. “I’m sorry, but you cannot come in with a Pokemon,” he says in a reedy voice, arms behind his back but stance firm. Emmet’s smile drops again, and Mama Fluff on his back chitters in irritation. “This is a food establishment, and I’ve decided that we do not allow Pokemon inside. So either put the beast away, or leave.”

The surroundings begin to fall silent as Emmet trembles slightly, Akari already stepping forward to silently argue in an animated fashion with the old man. Meanwhile, he could barely feel Elesa grab ahold of his hand as he turns to walk away, going further down the street as he fumbles for Mama Fluff’s ball to recall her. As they pass a merchant group, he feels a tug on his arm and looks back to see Elesa talking with an older man in a simple folding chair, who gestures behind the cart. After the gesture, Elesa looks at Emmet, and beckons for him to follow her behind the cart.

Once out of sight of the road, Elesa turns to face him and speaks openly and silently to Emmet, saying something… Breathing? Emmet goes to respond, opening his mouth and finding himself unable to speak past the quick breaths entering and leaving his lungs. Seeing him struggle, Elesa unhooks the water bottle from her waist and puts it into Emmet’s shaking hand, before signing at him ‘Drink. You need to breathe.’ Nodding several times, Emmet tries to take a deep breath, then pours the water into his mouth and holds it there for several seconds before swallowing it.

Emmet opens his mouth to speak again, this time managing, “I-I-I…” before trailing off, his mouth hanging open for a moment. As he struggles to find his words, the older merchant slips into the back with them and drops off his folding chair before hobbling back to the front of the cart. Emmet quickly takes the chair and sits down, just realizing how badly his entire body has been shaking as he raises his hands to speak. ‘I cannot do this.’

Elesa crouches down in front of him, placing a hand on his before signing to him. ‘Yes you can, Deerling. You need to breathe, first. Drink some water, close your eyes.’ Emmet closes his eyes and nods, raising the water bottle back up to his mouth and takes another mouthful as Elesa once again gently grabs his hand, running her thumb in circles on his palm. After swallowing the water, Emmet was able to breathe in deeply, though his exhale still shuddered heavily.

“Can you hear me now, Deerling?” Emmet nods to Elesa’s voice. “Good. You’ll be ok. I’m here. Ingo is here. You are Emmet. You’ll be fine.” Emmet nods again as he struggles to get his breathing under control. 

After a moment, he hears another voice from the end of the cart, an older man, probably the merchant. “He holdin’ up alright back there, Miss Elesa?” Emmet doesn’t hear a response, but assumes that she nodded when he hears the man speak again. “That’s good. Take ‘s long ‘s you need. Tuli used to have these when she started, so I’ll keep it quiet back here.” Emmet weakly holds up his hand and gives the man a thumbs up, getting a chuckle from the recipient.

After a few minutes of silence, Elesa speaks up again. “I think Akari is finishing up at the Wallflower.” Emmet quietly nods. “Do you want to go back into the Galaxy Building and eat with Ingo to help calm down?”

Emmet nods, bringing his hands up to sign to her. ‘Yes. Then I’m going to sleep. Today is done, I’m going to travel to the future.’ Elesa chuckles as Emmet finally opens his eyes and stands up, grunting slightly as he takes a few wobbling steps before stabilizing himself. As he and Elesa begin to walk out from behind the cart, Akari walks up to them with two plates positively piled with what seems to and smells like potato mochi.

“I scolded Beni for you, Emmet,” she says, handing a plate over to Elesa. “He said he would apologize, but I wouldn’t expect it.” Emmet simply shakes his head, and begins walking to the Galaxy Building doors.

Hopefully a plate of good food would help to bring him back down.

[iamdrowninghelpme98]

Entry 25:

2024

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

November

I feel like I’m going to explode. I hope writing some of this helps. I’ve been trying to keep it all inside, I don’t want to burden anyone even further than I have. My friends, my adopted dad, my sisters- they’re all doing so much for me already. How can I dump more on them? No one wants to keep someone around who’s just negative energy, right? I hate that about myself. I hate feeling so stupid and insecure. But it’s in moments like these that I miss R.

Not him exactly-not his anger, not the pain- but just having someone to talk to. Someone who was there daily. I got used to having someone around for ten years, and now that he’s not, I feel so out of place. Like I belong nowhere. Like I could vanish, and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would change. I don’t matter.

I don’t know how to fix this loneliness. It’s November now, and despite my best intentions, I haven’t been able to repair the relationships with my family. My mom barely acknowledges me, and when she does, it’s never just us. My adopted mom still hates me. My sisters have their own lives, and I don’t blame them. It feels like everyone has already accepted me as a ghost. And honestly, if I died, I don’t think anything would change. I can count on one hand the people who might notice- and one of those counted are the debt collectors who constantly call.

And yet, I still find myself wishing I could mend things. How do you fix relationships with people who want nothing to do with you? They have every reason not to. They’re justified. I know that. But I’m justified in my feelings too. I was hurt too. So why can’t I get an apology? Why do I always have to be the one saying sorry?

I hate that word sometimes. I’ve said it too many times. I’m not sure I even have any left in me. I said sorry to R more than I’ve ever said it to anyone else. I’d apologize to keep the peace, to stop the yelling, to make him feel superior. It was the only way to extinguish the fire when he’d lose control. I’d apologize over and over, even when I didn’t know what I was apologizing for. But in ten years, I can count on one hand how many times he said it back. I’m not sure he’s ever been sorry about anything.

I’m sorry about so many things. Sorry for my life. Sorry for the pain I’ve caused the people around me. Sorry for everything that went wrong. And selfishly, I’m sorry that I want an apology too. I’m sorry for feeling like I deserve one. But I do.

When I was working in Vegas, a woman came in one night with a flyer. She was looking for her daughter, passing the picture around to all of us dancers, asking if we’d seen her. She told me she was from Louisiana and flew to Vegas every month to look for her kid, who’d gone missing two years ago. They’d gotten into a fight, and she ran away. Only seventeen, addicted to drugs. A year after she vanished, someone photographed her working in a club, and the woman has been coming back ever since, hoping to find her again.

I could see her pain. It was written on her face, in her voice, in every exhausted step she took. When she handed me the flyer, I looked closer. At the top, above her daughter’s picture, were the words:

“Madeline, come home. I’m sorry. I love you.”

Those words broke me. I’m sorry. I love you. The distance she traveled, the lengths she went to just to say them in the hope they’d reach her daughter.

The words I’ve also been waiting to hear.

Words that a lot of the girls in this lifestyle are waiting to hear. That’s power of an “I’m sorry”.

Here was this mom going above and beyond to find her child, and mine won’t even text me. My mom wouldn’t come looking for me, she wouldn’t even know I was gone. She wouldn’t even come see me in the hospital last week to at least pretend to care.

I hope that lady’s daughter is okay, and I hope those words reach her. I wonder if she knows she has someone who loves her so much that they never stopped looking for her, she’s not invisible to her family. I hope she knows.

After the lady passed out her fliers to us, she reminded all of us girls to call our mom and tell her we love her.

I stared at my phone for a long time considering it.

But I couldn’t.

Who cares what the invisible screw up has to say.

Not my mom, not my adopted mom.

I miss my daughter.

I’m ready to disappear.

I’ve been drinking way too much

[slxtarchive]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ⍟ 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you and jake had to be separated for a few nights but he stand being away from you for one

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. implied sexual intimacy, nudes!!! obv, a little bit of sexting, talk about marijuana, yk high horny shit…PS. i do not condone sending any nudes!!! i strongly recommend that you do not especially under 18!!! if you want to by all means do what you want but remember this decision can come back to haunt you, people are so fucked up these days just make sure you will not regret who you send them to!!! take care 💞

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. my first jake fic/blurb :p ty ty

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 800+

you had taken a trip to go visit your parents for the weekend and a certain someone beside your cute cat was not happy about it.

you had gotten on your 2 hr flight back to your hometown with no missed calls…and landed with 15 missed calls from jake.

from jake 😇

baby when do you land???

hello??

baby why does your location say “no location found”

are you cheating on me

great, well now you won’t get to go on that cruise i booked

baby

babyyyy

hellooooo

it’s been 15 mins why can’t u answer me

did you already board

yes, jake looked nothing like he would act like this, but he was a huge baby.

from jake 😇

it’s been thirty minutes baby not funny anymore

i miss you

come back

please

as you landed you got a billion messages and the courtesy your phone had to notify you of them all was not missed.

the rest of jake’s messages consisted of …

from jake 😇

it’s been an hour i think i’m dying

from jake 😇

just jerked off for the first time in idk how long i need you

from jake 😇

i made food can you taste it? OH WAIT! you’re gone

from jake 😇

oh look it’s been 1 hr and 30 mins!? why haven’t you landed yet.

from jake 😇

IM DYING i think i’m dead

from jake 😇

2 hrs is UP!!!! why can’t i see your location

from jake 😇

baby

baby

baby

baby

from jake 😇

i love you pls answer me i’m gonna shit myself

when you saw the message or actually messages; plural.

you smiled.

to jake 😇

hellooo

you received a message from him almost instantly.

from jake 😇

BABYY

to jake 😇

i just landed im exhausted

from jake 😇

text me when you get to your parents house

to jake 😇

i will!

a few hours past and you were finally home from the airport

as soon as you get to your childhood bedroom your parents said goodnight and left you to unpack your things.

the jet lag wasn’t affecting you too much but you were still wide awake as you finally settled into bed.

from jake 😇

im glad you made it safe baby

i miss you

are you already asleep

to jake 😇

just got into bed

im not that tired i slept on the car ride a little

what are you up to

from jake 😇

smoking, thinking of you, the usual

to jake 😇

ugh i could use a smoke

from jake 😇

i could use some of you

to jake 😇

oh really, how

from jake 😇

many ways baby

ughhh why’d you have to go

i want you so baddd

to jake 😇

weed just makes you the horniest mf on the planet

from jake 😇

for you only

babyyyy

i want you so bad why r u so far

to jake 😇

im sorryyyy let me make it up to you

from jake 😇

as many rounds when you get back?

you had butterflies in your stomach as you turned your bedside lamp on.

you were only wearing a very thin lacy tank top and underwear.

you snapped a pic in the low light but didn’t put your face in the picture.

and then you sent it.

a few minutes past.

from jake 😇

you’re so beautiful

just wanna eat you out

to jake 😇

omg jake

from jake 😇

need u

you then stood up facing your full length mirror and looked at yourself.

you studied your appearance hyping yourself up then got up and went to your dresser that you had organized with your clothes you brought from home.

you tried looking for something sexier but the only thing you had brought was a swimsuit just in case your family decided to go swimming.

so you opted for just your bare self.

you turned back to the mirror grabbing your phone.

you weren’t sure how to do this but you knew jake would enjoy it regardless of what you did.

you had the idea to take the quilt from your reading chair and drape it across your naked chest.

so you took off your top and covered your right side but not your left.

you then took a mirror picture capturing you nude.

your heart pounded in your chest as you sent the picture.

a few minutes past again until you heard your phone buzz.

from jake 😇

holy shit

cannot take it anymore

need you to touch me soooooo bad

to jake 😇

sorry baby gotta do it yourself

from jake 😇

have no problem w that either

time passed and you felt yourself become aroused.

you wanted to touch yourself so bad and as you were about to, you received another message.

from jake 😇

finished

that was quick

thank you baby

can’t wait to see you

and touch you

you smiled at the phone finally feeling time catch up to you…

© slxtarchive

[castle-dominion]

c3x2 he’s dead she’s dead

Yay I have time to watch a second one! I still haven’t decided what I want to do & how I want to proceed. I think I’ll binge watch all I can because I’m getting a job soon. Well idk, they might end up not hiring me lol. They have hired me actually, they just haven’t given me any shifts yet. 

Martha is wearing her watch on her right hand... Is she left handed? I think it’s funny how people who aren’t related necessarily or closely related are called uncle. Chet is in the place of grampa but called uncle? (Both alexis & rick call him uncle?) Tbh it is pretty convincing AC: & we miss having you here all the time, don’t we dad? RC: drinks his OJ AC+MR: DAD?

Oh neat. I like watching ghost hunting shows, I’m a folk catholic, I think this will be fun. Ew I don’t like ryan’s outfit today. It is mostly good but weird. Probs bc of the gloves. Grey coat, pink shirt, red tie with green yellow & pink stripes, blue examination gloves... ew. RC: You know, come to think of it, she told me a beautiful woman would come live in my loft & stay with me forever. She neglected to mention it would be my mother.

Oh dear, my mom was so excited when she heard “TJ” apparently that is a reoccurring character. KR: Mediums are the ones that can see ghosts, right castle? (Asking castle lol) RC: Yes, Psychics can tell the future & mediums can talk to the dead & tell the future. (Really? I thought mediums were just able to talk to the dead, a medium between worlds.) RC: I’m not saying I can talk to the dead, I’m just saying there are people out there who are more sensitive than me! KB: Now that’s not hard to believe RC: I walked right into that one KR: Mm (yes)

I figured out how to do the spanish ll recently. It’s like an L but instead of the tongue being dental or near dental it is more on the sides. Still dental IG but not at the front of the mouth. It makes it sound like y too. Now the issue with casillas is that you are already making an ee sound so the change between the open ee & the L’ed ee/ll is that the change makes it sound obviously like an L due to the change. Aww Ryan Pegasuses’s Oh they’re spanish not latine, huh.

We need to bring back euphemisms for dead like sleeping with the fishes NOT like unalived. Unalived is good & all but italian mobsters didn’t make up a bunch of funny little slang words for nothing. 

This guy’s house is a house in new york? huh.

Captions are wrong. She said “whom” not “who” & “whom” is correct.

My parents never let me believe in santa bc it was uncatholic...

I love a tapped r.

The vibes you get from someone is just your brain making a bunch of lightning fast pattern recognition that you don’t consciously understand but that gives you informatin anyways.  Who is on costume today? I also lowkey dislike Esposito’s...  I mean in theory she would get the inkling from “the other side” to look into these people, or maybe her “visions” were just her brain making those connections I mentioned when she read the files. Idk bro. Anyways happy charlatan day. He’s right: I have a fantastic imagination yet I still do a ton of research when I write a book (Eee their faces <3) RC: surrounded by skeptics. Me, when watching this with my family: same bro, same. JE: It’s called being a cop bro. RC: holds up both hands, five fingers up on each (I feel like he meant to only hold up one) (but then in later seasons, Ryan starts going castle’s brand of insane)

Girl I don’t think that’s how you use a ouija board. If you want to ask advice from a person, find a living soul not a dead one. If you want a real answer, use tarot. Even if it is just random chance, your brain will fill in the gaps in what the card says & you will get the answer your subconscious wants you to know. You just hadn’t consciously realized it & the cards gave you an excuse to think about it. Tarot works (in that sense).  Girl I Don’t Think You Are Using That Ouija Board Correctly. Love is literally built. A spark without firewood has nowhere to go. If you don’t gently fan it & build it up, it will go out.  Hun “it’s over I know it” because he’s going to,,, you know,,, Not because you no longer love him but because you feel the relationship coming to a close.

Ew cops & their guns. Ooh nice tie! He pretty!

LMAO THAT SQUEAK FROM CASTLE (bites his fist) KR: You think she really-- JE: No. KR: Yeah me neither.

edit: I’m gathering clips from back at this time but DANG I’m already in s7 & listening to audio commentaries, they really DID have more multi-day espisodes & in the later seasons their cases are usually done in fewer

Girl there are only 10 numbers & vivien mentioned four of them. Although I guess there were only four numbers total & it just so happened to be those four numbers.

Ok but I still type numbers in my cell phone if it’s someone I’m close with bc it’s faster to type the number than search them up in my directory.

JE, face falling: I’m just... (going to leave you two to your argument)

Why are they murder boarding in the other room?

RC: & he’s wearing all black... My mom, to my emo brother: *gasp!* You’re wearing all black! (Except he wasn’t bc he’s actually more scene/punk & has bright bright pink hair) Mum: points to my brother: He’s wearing all grey! (He always wears all grey...) Mum: *looks at me, the other emo* *I am wearing a hand-me-down sweater that is blue* Mum: ... RC: Or black is the new guilty my entire family: *eyes emoji* I don’t think that is “new” my dude, y’all were literally built on racism (btw it had been a day, maybe he was wearing different clothes yesterday)

“Her real eyes, not her third one.”

MR: *takes Rick’s wine* Actually yes, that is young to die. Hugs are hard when u’r both sitting.

Ooh I LOVE ryan’s outfit today! 

turn it off turn it off

Ok penny.  I swear alexander is going to be the name of the scholarship that one of vivien’s clients missed out on because of her.  *hugs her* KB: ???

Cody Donnely: TV gold, mate! All of us watching the show: *eyes emoji* [...] CD: Is that you on the posters? KB: . No. <3 I love the way he says her name. 

oOh mUrderer!

So true bestie. RC: If you don’t believe in even the possibility of magic, how will you ever find it? (protection of innocence babes)

Toni Johnston: omg omg omg omg TJ: I nearly puked up my oatmeal (with a big new york accent) Ok hun

I love Lanie I love selenium

I watch these things twice so I can undertand them... I still don’t understand ryan’s vest, esposito’s tie, I love

KR: Or maybe she was just very intuitive Me: that’s literally another word for a psychic: an intuitive. & that’s definitely how psychics get their info, the information is not beamed into their heads from above, but planted from within, the information they already know setting into conscious conjecture KB: her usual research to prove her theory (the theory which totally definitely 100% /s came into her mind bc she was psychic)

Interesting outfit for beckett. RC: she’s not that dumb Heck yeah nick

Oh I noticed Ryan’s outfit earlier but seeing him standing for the first time? I love it. Nice little vest he’s wearing there. I think it’s interesting how these folks wear clothing. Sometimes for ryan it’s a suit with a vest or jacket, sometimes it’s a (nice) sweater. For esposito sometimes it’s a suit or at least dress shirt & tie, other times it’s a t shirt with a collar that you can’t even see bc the man is wearing a jacket. Castle wears plain collared t-shirts at home or chill patterned flannels (or a tshirt & housecoat) but when he’s out he has these nice dress shirts with the top several buttons undone, leaving my poor gay older brother in ruins.

Castle how are you So shocked at the name alexander?

IS CASTLE PART OF THE FREEMASONS? (he totally would be.) Edit: I’ve seen the later seasons, he is NOT in the freemasons I love how they look him up & down & ask in synch: freemasons? those two are the best Ok but seriously? She probably saw Mason’s around the corner & saw the casillases right before mom was killed & that’s why she had a dream about it.  JE: *ducks down to see ryan under castle’s arm* You know what’s going on here? KR, also ducking: No not really JE: Me neither

Momma casillas looks frozen Huh she believes that emilio’s spirit was legit going to rat on her murdering him

The letter! Dun dun dun!!!

Girl you changed your middle name, I can’t believe you still associate alexander with yourself. (btw the music <3) 

MR: Ah well, thank you for writing it XD (& those flower lamps are pretty)

Caslte is right. One more day of hope was sweet. & maybe Chet possessed Rick to do that for her.  (Are her eyes blinking vertically like lizard eyes?) MR: Richard, whatever mistakes I’ve made in my life, I’ve raised a good man.

My mom hugged all of us at that

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A Ghost from the Past

Logan x Reader

Summary: A ghost from the past visit's him one day.

A tired old man, a tired really really old man is how Logan describes himself. 

A tired old man who once again, found himself living alone in a cabin.

He might have been the Wolverine, but this was the first time in his life when he despised being alone.

He knew he will die alone, but now, that felt closer, death scared him but dying alone scared him more.

Almost every day, he would wake up after dreaming about you. Seeing you as you smiled, laughed and kissed him.

That was the best time of his life.

Being with you.

And of course, his anger issues ruined that as well. He drove you away from him and now, every day he regretted it. 

He could have had a quiet life with you, a family even. But he made himself believe that is not what he deserved. He didn't deserve you or happiness.

And now, many years later, he hated it.

He wanted to wake up holding you, kissing you. He would give everything just to see you once more. Just to be with you again.

But he haven't seen you in so long, he wasn't even sure you were alive. 

You were a smart mutant, he was sure you would be able to survive. He hoped you had a good life, a husband and even children. 

He had a routine, after the sweet dreams, he would wake up to hell. He would sit out on his porch, and drink his whiskey before cutting trees for the fire.

Nothing numbed his pain, nothing helped.

He was alone in the woods, in his cabin, this is what he deserved, he often told himself. He was an animal after all. 

One morning, as he woke up, the sun was already up and high, as usual, he walked to his porch and he was sure he was seeing a ghost.

You stood there, like an angel, a ghost from his past haunting him. You looked the same, the exact same as the day he lost you. Or rather, left you. 

You didn't speak, so he was sure he was imagining it. 

But then, you moved and not only moved, but you also proved you weren't a hallucination. 

You walked over to him, placing a hand on his cheek, his heart clenched. 

"I finally understand. Took me very long but I understand now. You left because you wanted to give me a chance. But how many times did I tell you that I did not care? How many times did I tell you I love you? And I still do."

"You are beautiful." you smiled, just like in his dreams. That was it, this was a dream.

"I don't age you know that." he did, your mutation was similar to his, you were basically a God. Never aging. "I missed you." you said as he hugged you.

"I don't want to wake up, this is the best dream. Feels so real."

"You are not dreaming My Wolverine. I found you and this time I'm not leaving nor will I let you leave."

He nodded, finally realizing this wasn't a dream, he leaned down to kiss you.

He was older, grey hair, wrinkles, and his expression said it all, he lived too long. But you didn't care, he was still your Logan. 

"I missed you so much." he said as he held you tighter.

He might look and feel old now, yet his hold was still as strong as ever. He couldn’t believe he had you back, he felt privileged to hold you and kiss you once again. 

And this time, he won’t let go either.

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cat got your tongue? ━━ lee minho ⟡ cavalry captain minho helps you find your lost cat

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an﹒anon u prompted me to post another skz!genshin oneshot 😭😭 i just think this is cute so i hope u guys enjoy it + rbs r appreciated <3

“i’m really sorry, but like i told you yesterday, there’s nothing else we can do.”

“else? you haven’t done anything at all!”

minho tipped his head back with an exasperated sigh. he shook the stiffness from his limbs when he stood and made his way to the door, he figured that whatever argument was going on outside could surely be relocated to somewhere… not directly outside of his office. the door opening didn’t garner any attention and minho, from his vantage point in the doorway, took in the scene.

one of the nameless guards that should’ve been posted outside his door was trying earnestly to usher someone out of the building. he cleared his throat, the guard blanched and his arms snapped to his sides instantaneously. albeit quiet, he heard the snicker you tried half heartedly to hide.

“captain minho! i-i’m just escorting this citizen outside and then i’ll return to my post immediately!”

minho waved a dismissive hand, averting his attention to the annoyingly loud citizen in question, “is there something i can do for you?”

your face had been scrunched in clear anger and frustration, but minho’s more cordial tone smoothed your expression into something more amicable, and frankly, quite cute.

“my cat’s gone missing, and this big oaf insists you can’t spare a single person to help me find him. it’s already been a day and nobody’s answered my commission so…”

your voice wobbled and you scrubbed at your eyes before the tears had a chance to form, minho frowned.

“captain, i—”

“wait there.”

his eyes met yours and you caught a glimpse of his barely there smile before he returned to what you presumed was his office. the guard left you with a scoff, shuffling back to his post by the office door, muttering some choice expletives that made your nose wrinkle at the sheer vulgarity.

quicker than expected, minho returned, a navy cape fastened around his broad shoulders.

“come on,” he prompted, eyes wide with determination and the midday sun hitting his chestnut brown hair flatteringly, “we have a cat to find, don’t we?”

as it turned out, patrolling the streets of an unfamiliar city with a clearly reputable and standoffish man was more enjoyable than it sounded. once the crowds realised that no, the knight’s cavalry captain was not patrolling a convict around the city, their interest dwindled. you weren’t complaining, more than content to be left to your own devices, which included equal measures of scouring your surroundings and the slope of minho’s nose.

a thud drew your attention, minho having jumped down from the balcony above your head in a manner that was shockingly effortless. his expression spoke volumes for the outcome of his search.

“still no luck?”

you asked glumly.

he shook his head solemnly, “i checked all the rooftops, no sign of her yet.”

you deflated visibly and it was on a whim that minho reached out for your hand. his gaze was fierce and made you squirm with its intensity, unused to the undivided attention of such a handsome man. honestly, you weren’t fully convinced that he wasn’t secretly the elusive archon of this nation, his beauty more than qualified for that of a god.

“i have one more place in mind. i promise, we’ll find her.”

he said earnestly, and you were inclined to believe him. setting off through mondstadt’s bustling streets again felt much less daunting with minho’s hand clasped in your own.

“why did you choose to help me today? personally, i mean. shouldn’t the esteemed cavalry captain of the knights of favonius have more important things to be doing?”

minho’s stride faltered, if only for a second, before he shrugged nonchalantly.

“what can i say, i’m a cat person. if i lost any of my babies in a new city, i’d want some help too.”

“wait, how did you—”

“know you were new to the city? it’s my job to pick up on those kinds of things, y’know, as the esteemed cavalry captain of the knights of favonius.”

his lips quirked up into a subtle smile that you mirrored, making a noise of understanding. you were about to ask about his babies, plural, when a distinctly familiar meow tore a surprised gasp from you. when minho rounded the corner, only a pace behind you, you were already on your knees with a tabby cat snuggling against your chest.

lia, the young bartender who’d been feeding the strays gathered at her feet, shot him a questioning glance.

“lost cat,” she nodded in understanding, returning her attention to the cat currently slithering between her legs.

you were preoccupied kissing the nose of your sweet little tabby cat, a sight minho looked upon so fondly it almost shocked him, so he busied himself with the pudgy tom cat nudging his shin. on his haunches, distracted by the cat now gently nipping at his fingers, minho was blissfully ignorant to your endeared staring. when he looked up, you looked away, bashfully.

“you didn’t check the cat’s tail?”

minho asked, but there was no judgement in his voice, or in his kind eyes, that remained on you as you shook your head shyly.

“thank you, for today. for everything.” you said sincerely, before adding in a more lighthearted tone, “god knows what would’ve happened if you hadn’t helped me find her.”

he shook his head and shrugged noncommittally, “nah, she would’ve been fine. lia looks after these babies like they’re her own.”

he smiled appreciatively at the bartender and you thanked her too. minho reached over and scratched behind your cat’s ears, who nuzzled into his warm palm with a happy purr. she clambered into his lap, kneading at his thighs until she deemed them a worthy place to rest her head. honestly, you wouldn’t have minded resting your head on his thighs either.

true as it was, the thought of it had you pressing your palms to your cheeks to feel how warm they were.

“i did just waste your day so—”

he cut you off, insisting simply, “it wasn’t a waste. you’re good company, and we had a cat to find didn’t we?”

minho punctuated the statement with a soft kiss to your tabby’s head, one she appreciated and returned by bumping her nose against his chin. he laughed, quietly. you felt your heart flutter along to the melody of it.

you swallowed down your giddiness and continued, “to thank you, maybe i could, uh, buy you a drink?”

your nervous proposal was met with a pause and a suave smirk that made your heart pound. wordlessly, minho displaced your cat and got to his feet, offering you a hand. the show of strength made your knees weak and you were thankful he didn’t let go of your hand once you were stood.

“seeing as we’re already here,” he drawled, “i would love to.”

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