#I poked at this one forever and now it’s in the darlings bin

[this-show-has-boats]

I totally forgot to post about this update. It’s not a chapter 2 in the sense that it continues from the first. But there is more.

Summary:

Sanji is touch-adverse and touch-starved. What does one even do with that?

Introspective almost-poetry meta that turns into prose. There is only one bed.

Spoilers for Whole Cake Island. A lot of spoilers.

Tags: Sanji-centric. Introspective. Zoro/Sanji interest implied. Sanji/Ace attraction if you squint, canon-typical child abuse (fuck Judge forever), there is only one bed now what?

Serious warning for: self-loathing, self harm thoughts, actual self-harm (hair pulling), low self-esteem

Word count: 6008

I’ve decided to make a Drabble collection for all the fragments I have that might not end up in stories after all. I just posted the first chapter if anyone is interested:

Izo stepped lightly onto the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Ace’s brother’s ship. From the corner of his eye he could see Vista climbing aboard just as gingerly, Ace beside him.

Izo felt a tingle run up his spine as he examined the ship. With its unusual grass deck and trees— and a swing no less— the ship looked whimsical and fun. But Izo had fought the Big Mom Pirates enough times to know that whimsy could hide deadly intent.

Brooks meets some Whitebeard Pirates. Vaguely horror.

Spoiler for the Marineford arc (you know, that spoiler) and if you squint there’s a small one for the post-marineford arc as well.

It was originally going to be part of a much longer timeline fix-it piece I’ve been working on for two years. I also toyed with putting it in my shorter ‘the Straw Hats are horrors to outsiders’ work. It wasn’t really clicking though.

@hedgehogcryptid was it you who was hoping for more Straw Hat horror stories?

[theweasleysredhair]

Slipping Through My Fingers [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 3396

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: A series of snapshot memories through the years between Fred and his daughter. [Based on Slipping Through My Fingers by ABBA].

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: this is a fred x reader but focuses more on fred w your daughter bc i’m a simp for dad fred pls help

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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If you asked him, Fred would say his happiest day was the day he married you. Watching you walk up the aisle in your white dress, pretty smile on your face, was a sight engrained into Fred’s memory forever.

He was irrevocably in love with you, this he knew, and that day just made him fall for you even more - his heart had beat so fast when he saw you walking towards him, looking like an angel.

He didn’t think his life could get any better.

That was until the day he held his little baby girl in his arms for the first time. He felt an overwhelming feeling of adoration for the tiny infant whose whole hand could only just clasp around his finger. This little baby who depended on him so fully, his little bundle of joy wrapped in a pastel purple blanket, knitted by Molly.

He was wrapped around her finger from day one. She was a complete daddy’s girl, only settling to sleep when in her father’s arms, immediately stopping crying when being held by him. Often, he’d fall asleep with his baby girl laying on his chest, his hand holding her in place as she snuggled into his sweater.

He’d take her to his shop, holding her as he spoke to customers, whilst he served them at the tills, enjoying when they asked him questions about her - about his beautiful little baby who could barely open her eyes yet, but who owned his heart completely.

By the time she was a few months old, Fred insisted they were best friends, spending as much time as he could with her, looking after her whilst you went back to work. He was almost besotted - she was his soft spot, possibly the only person besides you who could get him to do whatever they wanted.

“Say dada! Come on, Evie! Say dada! Dada!” Fred stood in front of his little girl, who was sat in her high chair, giggling at the funny faces he was pulling at her.

She’d been making sounds for the last couple of weeks and you were both sure she was going to start speaking soon - something you were both excited about. Fred was determined that her first word would be dada, her being so fond of him and all, and couldn’t wait until she finally said it.

“Ba!” The baby announced excitedly, kicking her little legs in the chair. Fred grinned at her, “Yes darling, ba! But please say dada! Dada!”

At the silence, he sighed, “Fine, what about mama? Can you say mama?”

“Mmm?” The baby pursed her lips and blew a spit bubble at him.

“Are you trying to get her to speak again?”

Fred looked up at George, who entered the kitchen, and sighed again, “She’s gonna do it! I swear! She’ll say dada!”

George stepped into the baby’s eyeline and she began squirming in her seat, letting out a loud, happy squeal and banging on the tray in front of her.

She tried to point at the younger twin, who grinned at his niece and poked her cheek, making her giggle, “Hello darling! Someone’s happy to see me, aren’t they?”

She opened her mouth and Fred held his breath, hoping she would speak, before shaking his head fondly as she simply hiccuped, uninterested in saying anything at all.

“These things take time, she’ll say it eventually, you can’t rush it,” George reminded his twin, who leant against the fridge, not taking his eyes off the baby.

“I know,” he glanced up at George, “I just... I can’t for her to say-“

“Dada!”

Fred’s eyes widened, George nearly dropping the glass he’d gotten down from the cupboard.

“Did she just-“

“She did! My baby girl said- Oh Evie, my amazing, beautiful, smart little girl!” Fred lifted her from the chair and cradled her into his arms, “Did you say ‘Dada’?”

“Dada!” She cheered again.

“Y/n is gonna kill you for getting her to speak whilst she’s not here,” George said, amused.

But the words didn’t register to Fred, who was too busy lifting the baby up into the air and back down again as she squealed.

As she started getting closer to being able to walk, Fred made it his mission to baby-proof your home, ensuring she couldn’t hurt herself on anything. She was currently shuffling everywhere on her bottom, with the occasional attempt at holding the couch to help her stand up.

Every time she did this, you both encouraged her to try and move towards you, most of the time receiving blank stares or the occasional laugh.

This time, however, your little girl seemed more determined to move around by herself.

“Come on, come to dada!” Fred called to her with a reassuring smile. He glanced over at you, winking before his attention settled back on his daughter.

“Dada!” The infant babbled, grinning at Fred, who was crouching with his arms out around a metre distance away. Her wide eyes beamed at him as she let go of the couch and made a couple of wobbly steps towards Fred, her own little arms reaching out for him, before losing her balance and falling onto her bottom just in front of her dad.

“Evie, princess! Did my clever little girl just walk?” He cooed, clapping his hands together as the baby smiled at him. He scooped his daughter up and she clapped her little fists together copying his previous actions, before letting out a giggle - Fred swore he’d never heard something so adorable.

“You’re so smart, aren’t you baby girl?” You smiled, taking the baby as she held her arms out to you.

“Mama!”

Once she mastered walking, you found that you couldn’t get her to sit still for anything. A ball of energy just like her father, she happily ran around the place all day, especially enjoying when Fred would take her into work with him.

“We need to leave, come on Evie!” Fred held out her coat, watching as she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, “No! Don’ wanna!”

Fred sat beside her, “We’re going to daddy’s work though! Don’t you want to come?”

Her resolve relaxed a little as she raised her eyebrows, staring up at him, “Daddy wor’?”

“Yes princess, daddy’s work. And if you’re good, we could get you some ice cream before we go?”

She immediately stopped pouting, peering up at him through her dark lashes in excitement, and bouncing around in her seat, “Ice ‘eam?”

“Yes, ice cream!” Fred agreed, “Should we go?”

She nodded immediately and stood up, allowing him to put her shoes and coat on whilst she happily babbled out a story to him.

She grabbed his hand as they walked to Diagon Alley, stopping off for ice cream as promised, before she noticed the familiar orange building in the distance and suddenly let go of his hand, darting off through a couple of crowds of people.

“Wait, Evie, come back!” Fred called out, dodging people, running after his toddler, who was surprisingly fast when she wanted to be.

She ran through the doors of the joke shop and found George quickly, the latter busy restocking some shelves near the entrance, a box in his hands. At the sound of the door opening, he looked over and smiled softly at the little girl who had entered.

“Unca Geowge, I got ice ‘eam!” She announced happily to him, holding out the ice cream cone to him and ignoring the fact that ice cream was now running down her fist.

“Oh Merlin, you’ve got ice cream?” He faked his shock before noticing it was everywhere but in the actual cone, “Well you’ve definitely got it all over you haven’t you, darling?” He left the stock where it was, placing the box he was holding on the floor, grabbing the handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and crouching down to wipe her hands and cheeks.

“There we go, much better,” George nodded at her and she offered him a toothy grin.

“Tank you, Unca Geowge.”

He laughed as he watched an out-of-breath Fred nearly fall through the shop door, “No problem, sweetheart.”

“What did I say about running off, Evie?” Fred scolded her, though thankful that she had found the way to George without getting lost - he didn’t want to have to explain that he lost your daughter to you.

The little girl turned to her dad and dropped her head, pouting, “No’ to dwo it.”

Fred lifted her up and went to tell her off again, but stopped as he looked in her eyes, his face softening, “It’s okay baby, just don’t do it again, alright?”

She nodded, “I won’t.” Then, she turned away in his arms and dropped her ice cream cone onto the floor, before looking back up at her dad innocently, “I done wiv ice ‘eam now.”

“Evie,” he sighed, before placing her down on the floor and letting her run off towards George, who hid a laugh as Fred cleaned up the floor.

“You know what Mum would say,” George grinned, watching his brother pick up the cone and drop it into the bin beside the till counter.

Fred opened his mouth to answer, when suddenly there was a loud crash and the twins turned to where the noise came from, a stand of vials having fallen over.

Evie’s mouth was open as she pointed to the vials rolling across the floor, “Oopsie!”

“Karma,” Fred groaned, before moving off to clean up again after his daughter.

Wrapped around her finger, you always said. He’d do anything and everything his little girl asked of him, never being able to tell her ‘no’ without going back on his word once he saw her trembling bottom lip or puppy eyes.

You kicked off your heels as you entered your home, glad to finally be back after a long day.

“Hello?” You called out, rifling through the post that had been left on the table. You frowned when you didn’t receive a response, but the sound of giggling came from upstairs and you dropped the letters back where they were, going off to find your husband and daughter.

“What’s going on here?” You asked as you pushed the door to Evie’s room open, placing your bag down in the hallway and entering in. Fred looked up, and you stifled a laugh, noticing that your little girl had roped him into letting her do his makeup - if the lipstick on the cheeks and bright blue eyeshadow were anything to go by - a pink feather boa hanging round his neck, along with some costume jewellery clip-on earrings, a tiara and, your favourite, a way-too-small hot pink tutu around his waist as he sat at the little table in her room.

“Can’t you see, mummy?” Your daughter blinked up at you pointedly, “We’re having a tea party! I made daddy into a princess like in the stories you read to me!”

“He makes a very pretty princess, doesn’t he sweetie?” You grinned at Fred - who winked dramatically at you - before pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head as she nodded in agreement with you.

“Tea, daddy?” She asked, lifting her teapot and pouring her ‘tea’ into his cup without waiting for his answer. He raised the cup to his lips and stuck his pinky out, showing off the plastic rings he was also wearing.

“Delicious,” he confirmed as he placed the cup back down.

After spending nearly all their time together, Fred found it extremely difficult to say goodbye to his daughter on her first day at Hogwarts, not wanting to part from his little girl who he adored so much.

You walked along the platform, reminiscing about your own Hogwarts days, and hoping your daughter would make just as many happy memories as you watched families say goodbye to each other and friends reunite. Fred was holding her trunk, and she clutched your hand tightly.

“I’m scared,” you daughter admitted to you, looking around at all the Hogwarts students running around, laughing and boarding the train.

You lifted up the hand you were holding and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “You’re going to be just fine, baby. You’re gonna have an amazing time, and probably won’t even want to come home!”

She laughed, “I’ll always come home, Mum.”

You pulled her into a hug, “We’re only an owl away, you know that.” Evie nodded, “I know.”

“Gonna miss you sweetheart. Who am I supposed to prank your Mum with now? I’ve lost my partner in crime!” Fred grinned, laughing as Evie ran into his arms.

“You’ve got Uncle George,” she nodded over to where said younger twin was stood, saying goodbye to his eldest.

“Don’t tell him, but I prefer you.”

Evie giggled, before grabbing her trunk from Fred and bidding you both goodbye. She took a few steps towards the train, before turning back around, dropping her trunk and running back over to you, giving you another hug, before moving back into her dad’s arms.

“I love you both so much,” she mumbled, before heading to re-pick her trunk up.

“We love you too, princess,” Fred replied, watching as she headed towards the train. She settled into a compartment after a minute or so, and waved at you both through the window. You waved back, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Is it too late to have another one?” Fred joked, his hand snaking around your waist and sliding into your back pocket.

You slapped his arm playfully and let out a laugh, shaking your head at him. You watched the train leave, smiling sadly and waving again, before glancing at him, “What are we gonna do with an empty house?”

Fred winked as you began to head off the platform, “Oh I have a few ideas in mind.”

The goodbyes didn’t get easier each year, but the time apart was helped by the letters Evie sent to you, always keeping in touch where she could. You kept each of her letters, reading them when you missed her most.

Her latest letter held news you’d been waiting for since you’d sent her off, rushing to write her back as soon as you’d received it, and before Fred got home from work to help with the response.

“Did you read her letter? She’s going on a date!” He called through to you in the kitchen. The shock in his voice amused you, though you were expecting some kind of resistance to this new development in your daughter’s life.

“I know!” You replied cheerfully, stirring the food on the stove, “The boy sounds so lovely!”

“Y/n, love, I don’t think you understand,” Fred frowned as he entered the kitchen, heading over to press a kiss to your lips before continuing, “Our baby girl is going on a date with some pathetic thirteen year old boy. I was a thirteen year old boy once! I know how they think!”

“He sounds really nice! And Evie seems to really like him,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, one he returned immediately, “Besides, you asked me on a date when we were thirteen, look how we’ve ended up!”

“That’s different.”

“How is that any different?” You laughed, shaking your head as you turned to stir the food again.

Fred pouted, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and leaning his chin on your shoulder, “Because that’s my baby girl.”

“Your baby girl who is going on her first date. It’s exciting!” You insisted, “And anyway, I may or may not have already written back to her saying you approve...”

Fred’s eyes widened, his mouth dropping comically, “You did what?!”

Fred was always going to be apprehensive about any boy Evie mentioned she was dating - you assumed that much - and the day she came home for Christmas, completely upset, did not help this matter.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Fred growled, his first clenching as he thought about the no-good boyfriend - well, ex boyfriend - of his little girl, who had thought it was a good idea to break up with her just before Christmas.

“Fred, no-“

“I’m gonna kill him with my bare hands.”

“Fred-“ You tried to calm him down, knowing that though his anger was justified, it wouldn’t make Evie feel any better.

“Look at our little girl! Look what he did to her!” His face softened as he glanced into the living room at his daughter, who was curled up in the corner of the sofa, eyes closed, tears staining her cheeks.

“Look, I’m angry too. But what she needs right now is a lot of chocolate, cuddles, and her parents’ support. She doesn’t need you yelling about the boy, okay?” You looked at him pointedly, waiting for him to nod at you. When he does, you smile at him and gesture towards the teen girl, “Go see if you can cheer her up, eh?”

“It’s what I’m best at.”

Eventually, much to yours and Fred’s delight, Evie found a man she ended up falling for completely after she graduated from Hogwarts.

He was kind, smart, definitely charming, and you took a liking to him immediately. Fred took a little while longer, however he eventually admitted he really liked the guy, and loved how happy he made Evie.

The day he came to you both asking for Evie’s hand in marriage, you agreed without hesitation, and when your daughter came to you to show you her ring, you’d screamed in happiness and starting talking weddings immediately, bringing out catalogues and deciding on a dress together.

“You’ll do my hair and makeup, right Mum?” She had asked.

“Of course I will baby!”

You sat her on your bed on the morning of the wedding, humming as you twirled her hair into an intricate style and applied her last minute makeup touches.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” you whispered, pressing your lips together as a few tears escaped your eyes.

She leaned over and wiped the tears away, pulling you into a hug, “Thank you, Mum.”

She stayed with you whilst you got yourself ready, laughing about old memories, and talking about the future, about memories you were yet to make.

You’d just finished getting dressed when Fred knocked on the door, bringing in your daughter’s wedding dress that Molly had been so kind as to alter for her.

He placed the dress down on the bed carefully, turning to look you up and down and whistling as you shook your head at him, before he turned to Evie, who was smiling up at him.

“When did my baby girl get so gorgeous, huh?” He grinned, leaning down to hug her.

She returned the hug with a laugh, “Dad, come on, stop it! You’re gonna make me cry, and Mum just finished helping me do my makeup.”

“I can’t help it. I look at you and I still see my little girl. But you’re all grown up now, I guess you’re not so little, huh?”

Evie smiled, pulling away from the hug to look at him, “I’ll always be your little girl, Dad.”

You finally ushered Fred out as you helped your daughter into her dress, adding last minute touches where needed.

“Where did the time go, eh?” You asked her, looking at her in the mirror, “I feel like you were a baby just yesterday.”

She smiled at your reflection, “Time flies when you’re having fun, right?”

When Fred saw his daughter in her wedding dress, he swallowed, feeling how he did when he had to say goodbye to her on Platform 9 3/4 every year - it was bittersweet, knowing she was leaving, but also just knowing she was going off to live her life, and make her own happy memories, made it all worth it.

“Ready to give me away?”

And as he looked down at his daughter, her excitement evident and barely fighting the grin that spread from ear to ear, he swallowed and couldn’t help but smile back at her.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He felt her cling onto his arm and smiled to himself softly.

No matter what, no matter where life took her, she would always be his little girl.

[probably-writing-x]

Always for you.

Guzmán x Reader

Request by @cosmomariii : hello! sorry if I'm bothering you. could I request a one-shot with Guzman where him and the reader are a really strong couple and he's so in love with her that he tells her his plans for their relationship in the future? maybe in a fancy date or something, idk. btw I LOVE your writing and your ideas are amazing! :)

Gif is not my own

Requests are open🤍

You could’ve stayed like this forever if life didn’t call you to commitments. Guzmán lay back against the stone balcony floor as you lay between his legs with your head on his chest. He’d been pointing out different parts of the morning sunrise that made it impossible to want anything more than to stay exactly here. You’d been dating for a little over two years now and even you had surprised yourself with how stable everything had been. This was Guzmán we were talking about! He was practically known for having the easy ability to break hearts. But, somehow, along the way, he’d found yours and had never found a reason to let go. He never looked for one. It felt like you gave him purpose and he gave you reason. You gave him hope and he gave you a home. And piece by piece you’d built up a relationship that you could never see yourself losing. He was all good qualities in a heart wrapped into one beautiful boy.

“We really need to go,” You mumble, swirling patterns on his legs underneath the hem of his shorts.

He’d woken you up early to watch the sunrise before school started and you couldn’t possibly say no.

“I’m sure they won’t miss us at school,” He comments quietly, fingers threading through your hair that was splayed at the side of your head.

“What happened to being motivated?” You laugh, pushing yourself up so you could turn around and face him.

“I found other motivations,” He smirks, pulling you in and pressing a long, sleepy kiss to your lips, “But I do still need to graduate.”

“Then let’s get up, sleepy head.”

You stand and take the chance to stretch out your knotted muscles from the night, jumping as Guzman’s arms wrap around your torso and his chin settles on your shoulder.

“How about date night tonight? I’ll take you somewhere special.”

“You don’t have to Guzmán, I thought we said we’d just stay in again.”

“I’ll pick the place and meet you at yours,” He kisses the side of your neck before heading in back to his room.

Your heart still fluttered at little moments like that. How could it not? He had a power over you that no long-term could ever put out. You could see yourself simply falling deeper and deeper in love.

It was strange really. You knew you were only young. Seventeen was no age to be certain of much. But it didn’t mean that there wasn’t a possibility. And, sometimes, in certain ways and in certain crossing paths - you’ll meet someone that you were meant to meet. And you can be content with that. You don’t have to fear the doubt of other people or the opinions that didn’t belong to each other.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Guzmán sticks his head round from the en-suite of his room, toothbrush sticking out of his nose and his bare shoulder giving you a slight glimpse at his naked torso.

“Nothing,” You smile and walk over as he hands over your toothbrush too.

You spent more and more time here nowadays. It no longer felt strange when you’d pass his mum in the kitchen on an early morning. In fact, it had become a regular occurrence for you to be up earlier than Guzmán and he’d find you chatting away with his mother about anything and everything when he came downstairs. He loved that you got on so well with her, it made things so easy. He even got on with your family and practically become a big brother to your younger siblings. Your little sister loved using him for all of her latest ideas and science experiments and your little brother used him for any advice or questions he needed answering. It melted your heart every time you saw them together.

“You sure they need us at school today?” Guzmán pouts, leaning against the counter as he waits for you to finish getting ready too.

“We’re the best people at that place,” You joke, “Come on, we have a test fourth period as well and we never got round to revising last night.”

“There were more important matters at hand,” He squeezes your hips as he follows after you back into his bedroom, his chuckle ghosting over your skin.

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“Morning Samu,” Guzmán smiles as the two of you walk hand in hand into first period.

“Morning,” Samu frowns a little, “Why do you look so happy this morning?”

Ander laughs, “(Y/n) stayed the night.”

The boys laugh as the two of you sit down and Guzmán settles his arm over the back of your chair.

“Is there a problem boys?” He cocks a brow, “Come on, say your worst.”

“Nothing, nothing,” Samuel laughs, sitting down on the table across from where Omar and Ander sat.

“He’s just cuffed, that’s all,” Ander mumbles and the boys all laugh.

“And you’re not, Ander?” You quip, wiggling your brows as you look between him and Omar.

Guzmán laughs outwardly, glancing at you like you’d just said the funniest thing he’d heard. It was something he’d always listed as a quality he loved about you, you welcomed his friends and treated them like they were your own too. You weren’t weird about him spending time with the boys and never minded when he’d promised to spend the evening with Ander before you’d suggested plans. You could be one of the boys as well as his girlfriend. And he never knew that he’d find someone who balanced that so well.

Class begins and you become distracted quickly by Guzman’s arm around you, his fingertips brushing delicately across the top of your back.

“Guzmán,” You say quietly, “Stop distracting me. We both said we can’t afford to not graduate again.”

He laughs a little, dipping his head close to you as he responds, “You distracted me first, darling.”

“What’s gotten into you today?” You shake your head, “You’re like a boy with his first love.”

“Maybe I am,” He mutters, pecking your lips gently before turning back to listen to the rest of the class.

- - - - - -

You find yourself sat in the test, thanking yourself for making sure you’d been over some of the content with Guzmán that morning. You inputted your answers into the screen and kept stealing glances over at him to make sure he was doing the same.

He pokes his head around the side of his screen at looks at you with a smirk, “Thank you.”

You’d practically given him the answers - telling him everything he’d need to know as you were on your way to school that morning. It wasn’t that he couldn’t get away with it. But you knew he was so determined to graduate with you this year, both of you being held back, that he couldn’t possibly slip up yet.

He nods to gesture towards the book you had on the table to which you frown but instantly expect a typical Guzmán move - leaving little notes for you wherever he found the opportunity.

‘You left your book in my locker and I couldn’t resist. How does a Guzmán-special date sound for tonight? Dress code: finest attire.’

You glance up with a smile in his direction. A Guzmán-special, as he’d adequately named over the years, meant a date where you had no idea what you’d be doing, where you’d be going or what to bring if you needed anything. It had included the time he’d taken you to a water park, the time he took you for a walk on the beach, the time he attempted to cook a four course meal and many more.

You turn the page of your book and find another note on the next page.

‘Again, couldn’t resist. You look beautiful today.’

With that, the bell to signal the end of class and the end of the test sounds. Everyone filters out as you wait for Guzmán to collect his things and hand in an extra paper he’d done for the teacher - you were pleasantly surprised by how motivated he’d been recently.

“Right, you’re in track practise for the rest of the day and I’m going to head to the pool,” Guzmán comments, linking his hand with yours instantly, “So I’ll see you at the end of the day. I’ll meet you by your locker.”

“Yeah, okay,” You nod, reaching your lockers as you grab your gym bag and he does the same, “Can you at least give me a clue about tonight?”

“I told you - finest attire,” He shrugs, “Isn’t that enough?”

“What does finest attire mean?”

“Darling, you could wear a bin bag. You look fine in anything.”

“Now you’re just being corny,” You scoff as he closes your locker door and hands you the key.

“Is that so bad?” He shoots you a wink, walking ahead of you and turning to face you so he was walking backwards, “I’m full of surprises, (Y/n).”

“Just please don’t nearly burn down the house like last time,” You groan, following him through to the changing rooms.

“I promise - no attempts at cooking. I’ll see you later.”

You depart with a quick kiss as you go about the afternoon’s activities for the rest of the school day.

- - - - - -

When you’ve finished practice, you’re just about to walk back to the changing rooms when you catch someone sat on the grass.

“Guzmán? What are you doing?” You half laugh, diverting to walk over to him.

“I finished training early so I thought I’d come and watch your practice. You look good out there,” He stands up from the grass and brushes off his trousers, “I didn’t want to distract you.”

“You’re so cute,” You chuckle, “But I’m a red, sweaty mess after running that much so I’m sorry.”

“Hm, I hadn’t noticed,” He jokes, pulling out your water bottle and handing it to you with a smile, “Any talk about scholarships?”

“Yeah, they were saying that a few top universities would definitely give bursaries at least for sports excellence. So I might look into a few.”

That was one thing about Guzmán. He absolutely loved asking you about your future - like the thought of your success made everything so exciting to him. He’d always belittle his own and you had to make sure he didn’t do it too much as you encouraged him more than ever to have a little faith in himself.

Guzmán carries your gym bag for you in his free hand as you try to encourage him not to. It normally ends up with him swinging the bag above his head and you using your field techniques from high jump to grab it from him. He couldn’t really dispute after that.

And, as you’re walking through the sunny grounds of the school, you find yourself revelling in your own feelings of what perfection could be. A caring, conscientious, protective boyfriend who wanted nothing but the best for you somehow fell right at the top of whatever category you were in. And Guzmán checked all of the boxes with ease.

- - - - - -

At seven thirty, Guzmán comes into your house to pick you up for your date. He’d told you to be ready for eight but he always liked coming round a little earlier to spend a bit of time with the family.

You could already hear your siblings running to greet him and knew instantly that your sister would be showing off the new rocket she’d made at school. As you got ready, all you could imagine was him crouching down to their height and chatting away with any conversation they created, all whilst asking how your Mums job was going and complimenting your Dads new car.

Guzmán is talking to your brother about something when you start walking down the stairs. Instantly, he whispers to both of them and they turn to watch you.

“There she is,” He smiles, standing up with a bashful smile on his face as though it was the first time he’d seen you ready for a date.

He’s dressed in his best suit, a dark teal colour, and he’s paired it with the watch you bought him for Valentines Day. You wore a red velvet dress he’d mentioned loving when you bought it and a necklace that he’d bought you for Christmas. Both so alike in your reasons for your outfits, of course.

“I’ll have her home by midnight,” Guzmán confirms to your parents, knowing they’d lost interest in curfew quickly after they’d realised how much Guzmán cared for you, “Be good, kids.”

Guzmán links your arm with his and holds open the door, and the car door, as the two of you start to journey to wherever he’d chosen for this evening.

- - - - - -

You found yourself at what felt like the fanciest restaurant in the city, situated on a table on the cosy rooftop seating - surrounded by other couples alike and enough candles and heaters to defy the chill of the slight breeze outside.

“You look so beautiful,” He beams as the two of you sit opposite each other on the small table.

“You’ve never been so bad yourself, Guzmán,” You laugh, picking up your menu, “I don’t even know half of the stuff on this.”

“Can I say something?” He cuts in quickly, “And then we can figure out this menu together.”

You set it back down and look at him and only him - your eyes focused on every single feature, every freckle, every line from his smiles.

“I know we’re only young, and we’re hardly through much of our lives yet. But I don’t think hearts really run on a schedule like that. There’s no certain age when things happen, when they’re supposed to fall into place and when you’re meant to know that you’ve found something right. I see how Ander is with Omar and I know he’s found one of those people in him - someone who makes his heart stop searching, despite everything else they’ve been through. And I see your parents and I know it took them a little longer to find that person but they’ve found it now. I see my parents and question whether they ever found that at all,” He continues and the mention of his family hits your heart strings instantly.

You reach over and take his hand in your own like it’s instinct.

“But you, (Y/n) (Y/l/n), you seem to make everything else slow down. You make everything just pause for a little bit and seem just that little bit simpler. You’ve been with me through so much and it still baffles me that we’re so young with so much behind us already. We have so much future ahead of us and I’m so excited to see you succeed. I see your brother and sister and I can’t wait for us to have that for our own family, little mini-mes with my freckles, your hair, your heart. I know you hate when I get all corny because I make you cry. But I want to be the guy to make you cry like that always, and for those tears to always remind you of how loved you truly are.”

“Fuck, Guzmán,” You mutter, patting at the tears under your eyes, “You’re going to make me look like a mess.”

He laughs and shakes his head as he does, squeezing your hand.

“How are you so good at that?” You mutter, trying to shake off any more tears from coming through.

“Whatever future we have, I want you in mine - always.”

((((I’m sorry that this is the fluffiest thing ever but we move))))

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

So here is a challenge for you! Could you please write me a male werewolf called Cal with the prompts 5, 10, 15, 21, 33, 35, 38, 42, 45 and 48! (f/m)

https://itstheendofthegoddamnworld.tumblr.com/post/187714920329/monster-sentence-starters-nsfwsfw - Monster sentence starters

Challenge accepted! It’s in no particular order, hope you don’t mind! ENJOY!

5) Courting isn’t as simple compared to humans.

10) You’re a lot bigger than me.

15) You would look beautiful baring my children.

21) Keeping you safe here in my arms, I love seeing you here.

33) I will protect you with my life.

35) You’re blushing…

38) Tell me who you belong to.

42) You’re so good to me.

45) I love when you’re underneath me.

48) I want to be with you, forever.  

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The wind howled against your bare skin, as you stared up into the sky that autumn night; entranced by the millions of speckles of stars above you. You hugged yourself closely, the plaid blanket had been draped around your shoulders in a gentle manner, reminding you of the gentle giant you were most in love with.

Speaking of your lover, you hadn’t seen him since he had set to check the area, leaving you situated by a log and fire as he hunted nearby. It had been already twenty minutes, and you still hadn’t seen him.

The surrounding nature gawked at the stranger in their woods, the animals around you were hiding in the abyss of trees and bushes, watching with many hawkish eyes.

Finally, a certain sound resounded from behind you: quick and precise, it caught your ears, bringing you to sit up just a bit more in your seat. You paused, listening closely, waiting for every pause as you waited for the next sound; finally coming from just in front of your tent.

You squinted into the darkness with the helping light from the flames, tempted to grab your flashlight, until a final sound came from the darkness, a twig snapping.

Your breath got caught in your throat as it hitched, as you were sure you were being watched by something else. It got closer and closer, waiting to pounce on you, before-

“Alright, cut the crap Cal. I’m getting cold. I know you’re trying to scare me.”

A low unpleased whine came from behind you, just an inch from you as the creature plopped beside you, huffing into your flesh with its warm breath. You smiled, leaning into your fiancé’s warm fur, enjoying the feeling of not having to feel the cold against your skin.

“Remind me why we’re in the woods again?”

“Courting isn’t as simple compared to humans.” Cal’s deeper voice resonated and pulled a shudder from your body, his soft brown eyes staring into yours. “It won’t last too long, I promise.”

You hummed, breathing in the strong smell of earth and pine into your lungs, breathing in his essence. “You know I won’t ever say no to your affection honey. I love being here with you.”

Cal growled softly into you, kneading his much larger head so it could rest into your lap, as his dark brown fur entirely engulfed you. “Keeping you safe here in my arms, I love seeing you here.”

You poked at his cheek with a pointed finger, smirking. “You’re blushing… Or you would do if you had transitioned back.” Cal nudged as you giggled, a deep rumble of what you could assume was his wolf being more dominant in his mind than his human self.

With not much leeway and the strength in his much larger body, Cal had rolled effortlessly, so he was practically hovering above you, being careful not to crush you with his massive figure.

“I love when you’re underneath me.” He purred if a werewolf or wolf could into your ear, wagging what could be his eyebrows down at you. You squeaked, punching him lightly on the shoulder – knowing it could do him no harm.

“Oi, get your mind out the gutter mister!”

Cal’s deep laugh reverberated through you. Now, you were the blushing one. “Oh, how difficult it is not to take you right here and now darlin’. I could eat you right up.” You loved how his southern accent would come through when he was most turned on, it certainly turned you on more the way he stared at you with such love and want.

Cal leaned down, nipping at your ear with his canines. “Tell me who you belong to.” He growled, going further down your flesh, to lick at your neck, your chest heaving as you felt how his teeth nibbled right on the same spot he had marked you as his mate the first time.

You blinked to get out of your clouded mind, going to stare up at his waiting face. “I’m not going to say it. You know already.”

Cal rolled his beautiful eyes down to you, ripping off the blanket keeping you warm as he begun licking at your skin and all areas, making sure to get your weakness out. And he knew so well that you got so ticklish when he did that, and it didn’t take long for you to begin squirming and laughing uncontrollably, breathing irregularly to speak.

“O-Okay! Okay! You, Cal! Stop, please!” Your laughing ceased as soon as he stopped, kissing at your cheek in apology, but you were quick to wrap your arms around his head, hugging him to your smaller body. “You’re a lot bigger than me.”

“Stop, or I will have to take you here in the woods, not caring if some hiker spots us. I will just have to scare them off once again.” He moaned lowly into your ear. “You’re so good to me darl.”

“You’re making it harder for yourself Cal. Transform back before you lose control from your wolf and go and raid another garage bin.”

Cal’s ears flattened at the memory, a low whine coming from the back of his throat, one so soft and sweet that you pat behind them in affection. The motion made Cal trace soft patterns into your flesh, one softly gliding across your stomach. “Did I ever tell you… You would look beautiful baring my children.”

Your eyes glanced back up into his with surprise to his words: once did the two of you talk about having children, but it had been brief. Now, months during his long transition, and before your wedding, he was wanting to have this talk again.

“I—you want to have children with me?”

Cal grinned with his many canines and sharp teeth, an act that anyone else would think of was way too creepy, but you found it attractive and endearing. “Well, I would only want to have children with you, you’re the one that I love. My mate, my moon. I want to be with you, forever.”

Your eyes nearly started watering at his words and your heart soared in your chest. This was the reason you wanted to marry Cal – not just for his werewolf or for hiding it before, but for falling in love with the man beneath.

You kissed at his soft fur on his cheek. “I love you.”

“And I love you too, so much.” He nuzzled your cheek in emphasis. “And I will protect you with my life.”

[fallen-imagine-angel]

Believe (Noticed Part 2) - Steve Harrington x Reader

Notes: Here’s part two of Noticed! I followed the ST3 season finale episode with this one so this part contains major spoilers for the season 3 finale. If you haven’t watched it, don’t read this. Anyway, Steve requests are still open! Send some prompts in if you want. And please comment/reblog/like this, it means so much to me when you do! Thank you!

Summary: Steve has confessed his love for you, you think, and now you have to survive the rest of the night.

Believe - Noticed Part 2

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requested?: Yes, by anon - “omg i loved Noticed, any chance of a follow up part two??”

Word Count: 3,239

Warnings: MAJOR ST3 SPOILERS, PTSD, angst, fluff, etc.

You and Steve are piled into a mini-car with Robin driving. Dustin sits in the front with her while Erica is shoved in the back with you two.

“Heyyy Erica.” You giggle, using her head as an armrest.

“Get your elbow off of me or I swear I will use the taser on you.” She threatens. You take your arm off her, a laughing mess.

“W-Watch out, (Y/n), you’ve got America on your tail.” Steve laughs, gripping your shoulder. You giggle again.

“Oh no.”

The mini-car comes to a crashing halt as Robin hits a tower of metal bins. Your head bangs against the metal bars behind you. You groan, matching Steve as the two of you complain.

“Are you guys okay back there?” Dustin asks, turning around. 

“They’re fine.” Erica rolls her eyes, opening the back door and jumping out. You crawl to the door, practically falling out of the back of the car as your back meets the concrete below.

“Ow.” You giggle, sitting up straight as Steve tumbles out of the car after you, landing right on top of you.

“Well, hello, darling.” He grins at you, pecking your cheek.

“My prince charming.” You chuckle, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“Now is not the time!” Dustin picks Steve up off of you. You whine as Robin helps you up.

“Into the elevator!” Robin all but shoves you and Steve into the elevator.

“Where are your car keys?” Dustin asks you and Steve. You think hard. 

“Ummm, I left them...somewhere?” You ask more than state, looking over at Steve.

“The,” Steve erupts in a fit of laughter, “The Russians took our keys, like, forever ago.”

“Oh yeah! That’s where I left them!” You point at Steve, a large grin making its way onto your face.

“I thought they sobered up after confessing their love.” Dustin groans, running a hand through his hair.

“Your hair looks soft, Dusty.” You reach out and grab a lock. He swats your hand away, a look of offense present on his face.

“Don’t touch my hair. That’s reserved for Suzie.” He huffs. You giggle.

“Is Suzie real?” You ask, looking over at Steve. Steve shrugs, letting a small chortle out.

“We’re here.” Robin helps you and Steve up as the doors to the elevator open. 

“Outside!” You gasp, beaming as you step out onto the pavement. 

“I can taste the air!” Steve sticks out his tongue, looking like an idiot.

“You look stupid.” You scrunch your nose up at him.

“Nuh-uh!” He protests, booping your nose. You giggle again. Two large Russian men charge at your group, spewing incoherent sentences.

“They’re mad!” You gasp, grabbing Steve’s arm as you laugh. Dustin, Robin, and Erica start to push you two to the side doors.

“Why are we running?” Steve asks, confused as he’s shoved into the doors.

“Woo!” You grin gleefully as they push you in after Steve. They lead you through a few corridors until you reach another door. They open it to reveal the movie theater.

“Movie!” Steve claps. You’re led to the front where Dustin and Robin sit you down, moving to sit elsewhere with Erica. You groan.

“These are the bad seats!” You protest, grabbing some popcorn that Steve got from who knows where.

After a while, once the others aren’t looking, Steve leans over to you.

“I need water.” He whispers.

“There’s a fountain outside.” You mumble, still upset at the seat choice.

“Come with me, please?” He whines, grabbing your hand. You sigh and the two of you go to the water fountain outside of the theater.

Steve gets water first, taking way too long for your liking.

“Move.” You push him out of the way, leaning down for a taste of the water.

“Hey, (Y/n), look at this.” Steve beckons you. You furrow your brows and go to stand next to him, looking up at the fake stars. You grin.

“They’re,” You hiccup, “They’re pretty. Like, um, stars.” 

“I feel...sick.” Steve’s hand goes to his stomach. You hold back puke.

“Uh huh.” You and Steve make a break for the bathroom, going in adjacent stalls and puking the serum out of your system.

Once the two of you have officially gotten it all out of your system, you sit back against the wall of the restroom.

“How do we, um, how do we know it’s out of our systems?” Steve asks, nudging your foot with his from the next stall over.

“Ask questions! Interrogate me, Steve Harrington.” You chuckle, nudging his foot back.

“Okay, um, when was your last boyfriend?” He hums. You contemplate.

“Well, heh, you’ll never believe it, but I dated Jonathan Byers back in high school for a little bit.” You admit, leaning your head back on the wall. Steve goes quiet.

“Really?” He asks.

“Yeah. I broke up with him, though. Nothing’s weird between us, either. It wasn’t a messy breakup.” You shrug.

“My turn,” He whispers, much quieter than before.

“Was your confession real?” You ask, retracting your legs to where they’re only in your side of the stall. He stays silent for a minute.

“Yes.”

“You really love me?” You whisper, not stopping the hopeful tone to your voice. Steve slides under the stall to your side, leaning against the stall wall for stability.

“I really do, (Y/n). More than I could comprehend while I was under the serum.” He admits, grabbing your hand. You blush.

“I love you, too. I think I started liking you a lot before you saved me from Billy. In fact, I think it was close to the point when you and Nancy broke up that I started having feelings for you. I-I thought that you’d never notice me, so I didn’t really think anything of it until you did. Like, for example, I thought the way Nancy ending things was terrible and I always thought you deserved better. I thought...um, nevermind.” You look away, a blush creeping its way to your cheeks.

“You thought what?” Steve asks softly, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand.

“I always thought that I could’ve treated you better than she did. But I ridiculed myself for thinking that because Nancy was my best friend and I shouldn’t berate her like that.” You frown, looking at the ground.

“You’re not berating her. People make mistakes and, hey, she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.” Steve flexes his arm, making you laugh.

“I love you, Steve Harrington.” You murmur, your face inching closer to his. He brushes his nose against yours, going in for the kiss.

Before he has the chance to kiss you, though, Robin barges in with Dustin and Erica at her side.

“There you two are!” She gasps, running over to you. You groan and get up with the help of Steve.

“Time to go.” Dustin ushers everyone out of the restroom. You all walk to the front doors, following the crowd to get to the bus. You walk to the front doors, seeing everyone getting checked for their ID. You grab Robin’s shoulder and stop her.

“We can’t go through there.” You whisper.

“Abort. Abort!” Dustin yells and the five of you run in the other direction.

“Do you think they noticed us?” Steve asks.

“No, duh!” Erica yells at him. Everyone slides down the in-between part of the escalator and keeps running.

Eventually, you hide behind a counter of some food place. The rest of the mall is evacuated.

The five of you try to breathe as quietly as possible as you all hide behind the counter, silent and waiting for them to go away or find you. You grab Steve’s hand and lace your fingers together. 

All of a sudden, a car starts honking to your right. You gasp and Steve reaches over to cover your mouth with his hand.

The Russians speak behind you.

The car flies across the room behind you and everyone turns around, poking their head up from behind the counter.

Eleven is standing on the floor above with her hand outreached as the Russians lay below, dead.

“Yes!” You yell, hopping over the counter and grabbing a Russian man’s gun.

“You flung that thing like a Hotwheel!” Dustin yells, running to hug Eleven once she’s on the lower floor with the rest of you. The others, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Will reunite with everyone.

“Lucas?” Erica’s eyes widen.

“What are you doing here?” Lucas asks, angry and worried.

“Ask them, it’s their fault.” She points her thumb at you, Steve, and Robin over her shoulder.

“True, yeah, it’s totally our fault,” Steve admits honestly. You nudge him in the ribs.

The group catches up with everything. You explain the Russians and they explain the Mind Flayer coming back. You furrow your brows.

“There have been two problems this entire time and we only knew about one?” You scratch your head. Truth be told, this whole thing is giving you a headache.

Then, Eleven passes out. You all crowd around her as she gets the thing out of her leg. You almost throw up again as you watch it happen.

Once that is over, the adults arrive. Joyce, Hopper, and some guy named Murray.

You all go over the plan multiple times.

“So, what are we doing? What’s our part in the plan?” You ask, your head pounding. Steve puts an arm around your shoulders.

“Follow me.” He helps you up and you, Robin, Dustin, and Erica walk out of the front doors of the mall.

“A car?” You ask, furrowing your brows as you read the plate. TODFTHR.

“Now this, this is what I’m talking about.” Steve grins, flipping the keys in his hand. You get in the passenger seat as Steve slides into the driver’s side.

“Tod father?” Robin asks as Steve gears up the car.

“Screw Tod, Steve’s her daddy now.” He starts the car and speeds off.

“Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?” Robin asks.

“And call yourself daddy?” You look at him concerned. He doesn’t respond, just shoots you a grin.

You speed off to a distant hill, making it almost halfway up before the TODFTHR gives out. You hop out and start to run to the top, the rest in tow behind you.

Once you make it to the top, Dustin gets on the radio and speaks to Murray who is in the ventilation system. You sit down, hand on the gun on your hip just in case anything tries to attack you. Steve sits next to you, setting a hand on top of your free hand.

“Wait, do you see that?” Steve stands up after a moment, looking back in the direction of the mall. He helps you up and you look over in that area, seeing the mall lights flicker rapidly.

“Guys.” You warn them. Robin stands up. Dustin tries to reach the group at the mall, to no avail. All you hear is the shriek of a monster.

The Mind Flayer.

“Let’s go!” Steve takes your hand and starts running. Robin runs after the two of you.

You all get in the TODFTHR and speed off back to the mall.

As you speed into the parking lot, you see the Mind Flayer on top of the roof of the mall.

“Holy crap.” You whisper, fear lighting up your eyes. Steve grabs your hand. A car halts next to you with a loud hiss as the back door opens up.

“Get in!” A voice yells. You, Steve, and Robin don’t have to be told twice as the three of you clamber out of your car and into the other one. You all speed off into the night.

As the car continues to speed down the road, you’re left watching as the Mind Flayer runs after you. You can’t help but wonder what will happen if it catches up.

“Hey, we’re going to be okay, alright?” Steve grabs your hand, squeezing it. You look over at him, worry filling your features.

“What if we’re not?” You whisper.

“We will be. I promise.” He kisses the back of your hand. You give him a small smile.

“I believe you.” You nod, going to sit next to him as you intertwine your fingers.

“We have to go back,” Robin yells, watching as the Mind Flayer turns around. You look at her like she’s crazy.

“What?” Lucas yells at her.

“It’s going back so that means something happened! We need to go back!” She screams. Jonathan pulls a crazy U-turn and now you’re the ones following the Mind Flayer.

Once you arrive at the mall for the third time, you run in after the Mind Flayer and go to the second floor.

“I can’t believe I’m mixed up in this crazy mess.” You groan, grabbing a firework from Lucas who demands everyone take one. 

“It’s our crazy life.” Steve shrugs, grabbing a firework. Lucas throws the first one, distracting it from hurting El. You throw the next one directly into its mouth.

“Take that!” You yell, hoping it’ll distract it long enough to get Eleven out of the way.

Everyone bombards the Mind Flayer with multiple fireworks, throwing them left and right like nobody’s business. 

Eventually, you run out of fireworks. Lucas throws the last one, looking to everyone with worry in his eyes. The Mind Flayer stands menacingly over El and Billy, looking for its next meal.

El backs away but as the Mind Flayer’s talon lunges for her, Billy stops it. You watch as Billy sacrifices himself for the greater good.

“Billy!” You scream, not being able to do anything because you’re too far away. You never had liked Billy that much, but no one deserved to die like that. Especially not since he sacrificed himself for El.

Steve grabs you and pulls you to the ground as the Mind Flayer flings his body around, crushing the spot where you used to be. It finally falls to the ground, dead.

You suppose Joyce, Hopper, and Murray shut down the gate.

“We’re alive,” Steve whispers, clutching your hand. You turn to him and hug him tight, still laying on the ground with him. He holds you close, one hand running up and down your spine soothingly.

Everyone walks downstairs and out of the building. Will finds his mom and hugs her tight. You sit down in an ambulance, getting questioned like an interrogation. It takes everything in you not to cry on the spot.

You watch as Eleven looks around for Hopper. You can’t see him.

You’re not sure what that means.

“(Y/n).” Steve stumbles over to you. You get dismissed from your questioning. You walk to Steve, letting him wrap you in a tight hug as he shields you from the rest of the world.

“Hopper didn’t make it.” You breathe out, clutching onto his Scoops Ahoy uniform for dear life.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He sets his head on top of yours as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“Can we go back home? Please?” You whisper, tearing up. He nods. A cop gives him back his keys that they found on one of the Russian men underground. 

You get into the passenger side of his car and stay silent on the way home. The radio plays softly in the background as the two of you hold hands, saying nothing.

There’s nothing to say. Not yet.

Once you make it back to Steve’s house, you walk in and go straight to his room. You shut the door and lay down on the bed, waiting for him to join you. You feel the bed dip and you snuggle up to your new boyfriend.

“Get some rest, you deserve it.” He whispers into your hair as he pulls you to his chest. You hum and close your eyes, letting the wave of sleep rush over you easily.

~+~

It’s the middle of the night and Steve hasn’t gone to bed yet. He doesn’t want to sleep. He wants to keep you safe, to stay here and watch over you to make sure nothing bad happens to you in the night.

So when you start to thrash around under the covers, he’s already alert. He sets a hand on your forehead, letting out a calming ‘shh’ as you continue to toss and turn.

“N-No! No!” You mumble, reaching out an arm.

“(Y/n), it’s okay.” He murmurs, running a hand softly down your arm. You whimper, a sound Steve never wants to hear come from you again. Not like this.

It’s a deafening sound of loss and pure pain, one filled with emotion he doesn’t want you to feel ever again.

So, he does what he knows he can do. He hugs you tight. He holds you in his arms and doesn’t let go, effectively calming you down as you relax back into his arms. You’re safe.

~+~

The next morning, you wake up much too early for your liking. Steve’s side of the bed is empty.

You start to panic, thinking that maybe the Mind Flayer came back and took him. You hurriedly jump out of the bed, running out of his room and down the stairs.

“Steve? Steve!” You scream, pure terror coursing through your veins.

“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Steve rounds the corner, eyes wide as he reaches for your hand. You let out a breath of relief as you see him. You hug him tightly.

“I didn’t know where you went.” You admit, tears leaking from your eyes as you hug your boyfriend tight.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs into your ear, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck this time. Your breathing steadies.

“I believe you.” You nod, squeezing him tight one last time before letting go. You wipe the tears from your eyes.

“I made breakfast.” Steve leads you to the kitchen where a plate of bacon and eggs awaits you. You try your best to smile at him as you sit down and start eating. He busies himself making two cups of coffee.

When he’s finished with those, he goes to sit down next to you. He sets your coffee down next to you a little too rough, causing you to involuntarily flinch at the noise.

“Ah--” You gasp, looking over at the cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry!” He apologizes, resting a hand on your shoulder. You grab his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s fine, I just...It’ll take time, you know? Getting over everything. We’re probably going to have PTSD for the rest of our lives.” You tell him, frowning.

“It’s been a traumatic experience. I get it. I’ll give you all the time you need, (Y/n). I’m here for you. I love you.” He sits down, lacing your fingers together. You nod.

“I don’t mean it’ll take time for us, I mean...I just need time in general. If I’m being honest, you’re the only one grounding me to reality right now. I need you right now. It’s just...everything else, I’m going to have to get used to it again. Loud noises, sharp objects, the whole mile. I have to take time.” You lay your head on his shoulder.

“Me and you both, (Y/n). Me and you both. I’ll be here every step of the way, believe me.” He kisses your temple. You smile.

“I believe you.”

[simplyshelbs16xoxo]

‘The Adventure of Philip Anderson’ Chapter 7: Did You Miss Me?

I've been struggling a lot with this chapter, cause I've been concerned with how it will be received. It has been beta-read, and my beta didn't find anything wrong, but I still feel as though something isn't quite right here. Maybe I'm dragging it out too long? I have no idea. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

FFN | Ao3 | Buy Me a Coffee?

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Blackwood had been found on the street, his head bashed in from a fit of rage. Reporters were scouring the place, wanting to get a peek at the high profile victim, but they were forced to stand behind the police tape. This kind of exposure was exactly what Mycroft didn't want happening. But what can you do when the murderer left the victim on the sidewalk for anyone to find?

Philip Anderson was taking photos of the victim when a cab arrived on the scene. He paused to see who it was, surprised to find Sherlock and Molly arriving together. And—oh my God—Sherlock's hand was on the small of her back in a simple, affectionate gesture. Molly no longer looked as if she were falling to pieces. In fact, she almost looked…happy. Very happy.

The reporters went wild.

"Mister Holmes, how is this case connected to the previous victim?"

"Who's that woman you've arrived with?"

"Is that your girlfriend?"

"What is she doing at a crime scene?"

Sherlock and Molly ignored their incessant questions, focusing on the work before them. Greg and Anderson shared a knowing look as the two rattled off possibilities and factual evidence to one another. The way they moved around each other to observe different areas almost looked like a graceful dance.

"I thought you said they had a fight last night," Greg spoke in a low voice.

"They did," Anderson confirmed. "They must have worked it all out. If they arrived together, they must have spent the night together, and—ohhhh! Sherlolly is real!"

"We can hear you, you know," Sherlock remarked. Molly gave a short laugh. The reporters must have heard too, because the nickname spread like wildfire amongst them. They were beginning to get on Sherlock's last nerve. He was on the verge of snapping at them until Molly diverted his attention.

"Sherlock, look at this," she told him. Her gloved hand traced the letters crudely carved into his chest. "U.O Me…this wouldn't have any connection to Moriarty's I.O.U thing would it?"

A look of abhorrence crossed his face. "Why?" he muttered. "Why does everything seem to lead back to him." Though he was usually able to keep his emotions in check, Sherlock looked as if he were about to have an outburst. Instead of doing so, he began to walk away.

"Darling—" Molly reached out to him.

"Whoever this is, they're out for revenge," Sherlock informed them. "Everyone associated with me is in danger, and that includes you, Molly."

"Sherlock," she spoke low, but firmly. Taking hold of his arm, she walked him a few feet away, though some spectators, including Lestrade and Anderson, could still see them. Molly was talking him down from his frustration and panic. People continued to snap photos whilst Anderson and Greg looked on. And then Molly had his face in her hands, their foreheads leaning together. With bated breath, everyone watched as Sherlock pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Well, I'll be damned," Greg remarked, not quite believing what he saw.

Anderson's eyes went wide, his jaw dropping. He wished he had popcorn. Wait…his hand dug through his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small bag of caramel corn. "See? I told you! Did I not tell you?" he wore a very smug smile. "Operation Sherlolly is a success! Case closed!"

Greg pinched the bridge of his nose. He wondered if Anderson's obsession would die down now that the truth was out in the open. When he looked over at Philip, he had to do a double take. "Wait…where did you get popcorn?"

"Alright," Sherlock's baritone boomed as he walked toward Lestrade with Molly. "Here's what's going to happen. Don't answer anybody's questions. Molly will head to the hospital with you. No one else is to do the autopsy but her."

"And where exactly are you going?" Greg asked.

"It seems I should pay a visit to my brother—this is more serious than I anticipated."

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Mycroft Holmes was getting impatient. The pressure to catch this high profile murderer was daunting. He pinched the bridge of his nose, waiting for news of any kind. Something must have been found—anything. But, then again, there was one connecting factor…

"Mister Holmes?" Anthea stuck her head through the door of his office.

His eyes lit up at the sight of her. "Yes, what is it? Has the murderer been caught?"

Anthea bit her lip. "Well…not yet, but there has been a different sort of development." She walked toward his desk, and handed him her mobile.

Mycroft knit his brows as he looked through the photos. "It seems my brother and Miss Hooper have worked things out then."

"Yes, sir, they're actually the top news story right now. 'Sherolly,' they're calling them," Anthea informed him.

"Cute," he replied dryly. "At least he'll no longer be lonely."

Feeling brave, Anthea met his eyes with hers. "You don't have to be lonely either…sir." She watched his face soften at her remark. With a warm smile, she turned to leave, finding Sherlock standing in the doorway. He had heard their exchange.

"Anthea," he greeted her with a nod, moving aside so she could leave. He then turned to Mycroft. "She has a point, you know."

Mycroft rolled his eyes, the iceman façade returning. "Spare me." A moment passed between them. "Sherlolly?"

"Anderson started it," Sherlock replied with a quirk of his lips.

"Yes, very amusing, brother mine," Mycroft remarked. "Now, what have you found on Blackwood's person?"

"Before I tell you, I need to know if there was a connection between the two victims." Sherlock was all business now. "Specifically, I need to know if they were involved with Moriarty in any way before his death."

Mycroft slowly leaned back in his chair in surprise. "They paid him to not hurt their families, and in return, they were to turn a blind eye to his crimes." He took a sip of his tea. "Naturally, I did not approve of such an arrangement, but I let it be. Eventually, the pair of them ignored his wishes and had two of his accomplices arrested after having their families hidden away in safe houses."

"'U O Me' was carved into Blackwood's flesh. I believe it was a message for me," Sherlock explained. "Whoever this is wants revenge—they want to avenge Moriarty even though he killed himself. I can't help but think of what Eurus spoke of."

"Moriarty's brother—the stationmaster," Mycroft realised.

"Colonel James Moriarty," Sherlock stated. "Their parents were obviously fond of the name." His eyes locked onto his brother's in a fit of urgency. "We need to increase the security detail on Molly. Even you and I are in danger."

"Brother mine, as much as I would prefer to, I simply can't give Miss Hooper any more protection than what she has. Someone has gone above my head to ensure government members have around the clock security, because they believe it to be a conspiracy against us," Mycroft explained. "It's out of my hands, Sherlock. You'll have to find another way."

Sherlock backed away in frustration. "She needs to be looked after when I'm not with her, it's—" He had an idea. "Or I can be with her most of the time. She could stay with me." Granted, it was convenient, but Sherlock found more reasons than just her protection to have her live with him. He simply wanted her there.

"You just got the girl, brother, don't drive her away so quickly," Mycroft quipped.

As Sherlock headed out the door, he replied, "Don't keep Anthea waiting—she may not wait around for you forever."

Mycroft Holmes was speechless for once.

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After snapping off her gloves, Molly tossed them in the bin. She hadn't found anything more unusual from Blackwood's autopsy, but her gut feeling told her something bad was going to happen. Hopefully, Sherlock was having more luck on his end.

"Anything you need, Molly?" Anderson asked, poking his head in through the doors. "Greg and I are headed back to the station since there's been nothing new to report."

"Thank you," she told him.

Anderson stepped fully inside the morgue. "For what…exactly?"

"I know you meddled with our personal lives—mine and Sherlock's. Normally, I would have been opposed to it, but you helped us. Well, you helped me with each push," Molly explained. "So, thank you."

A sense of pride swelled up inside him. "It was nothing," he replied sheepishly.

"No, I think in this case, a thank you is well-deserved…even from me," Sherlock suddenly spoke.

This had Anderson speechless. He quickly left the room with a nod to them, unsure of what to do with himself. He had helped them get together. It was an honor to have done so.

Back in the morgue, Molly smirked, her eyes sparkling. "Sherlock Holmes thanking Philip Anderson without so much as a snide remark? Hell must have frozen over."

"Not quite," his tone was serious now. "Molly, we need to pack your things."

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Moriarty's brother is behind all this—he's taking revenge on those who ever did his brother wrong," Sherlock explained. "If I remember correctly, not only did you help with faking my death, but you broke up with him too."

"Why would that last one factor in? He was only using me to get close to you," Molly pointed out.

Sherlock sighed. "I have to assume he had a real interest in you, Molly. He did use you to get closer to me, but even after the meeting he wanted, he stayed with you until you broke things off."

"I sure know how pick 'em," Molly muttered.

"Now, hold on a minute," Sherlock protested.

"Not you, Sherlock," she laughed. "I couldn't have chosen anyone better to give my heart to."

He wasn't sure he agreed with that sentiment, but it warmed him to know she thought so.

"How do you feel about staying with me at Baker Street until we can catch Moriarty?" Sherlock asked. "If not, I'll stay with you. Either way, I need to be there to protect you. Mycroft is unable to improve the security detail you already have."

"I'd love to stay with you," Molly smiled. "Let me finish up here, and we'll go back to mine and pack my things."

[artistic-writer]

CS Halloweek: Between Now and Nether :: Chapter 1

Title:  Between Now and Nether by @artistic-writer

Summary: On their way to a Nolan Charity Gala, tragedy befalls Emma and Killian who is given just seven days to set things right.  Can he make Emma believe and escape the Nether before he is lost forever?

Rating: T+

A/N: Please don’t be put off by what happens in this chapter!  I PROMISE it gets better!  This was written for CS Halloweek : Spirits & Traditions.

Huge thanks to @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @winterbaby89 @rouhn and @wordsmith-storyweaver for your advice and suggestions.  This fic would just be so much worse without you guys! <3

Also, I made the most obscure fanart for this fic lol  It is basically an excuse to show Killian getting dresed up as I didn’t want to give anything away!

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“Swan, are you ready yet?” Killian huffed, straightening out the collar of his crisp, white shirt and fiddling with the cufflinks at his wrists.

“Almost!” Emma called from the bathroom, her voice a little shaky, her nervousness hidden by a tiny cough at the end of her words.

“We have to go!” Killian called back, tugging his bowtie slightly to the left a bit with a frown. These damn things were sent to test him, he was sure of it. He wasn’t sure how many of David and Mary Margaret’s Charity Gala’s they had attended, but one thing he could always count on was they would be late because of the time it took his lovely girlfriend to prepare.

There was no need for all of her makeup, he had told her many times before because she was beautiful just the way she was. A natural light curl to her blonde, shoulder length hair and the smooth texture of her skin was stunning, and he never fathomed why she would ever want to cover it. Her radiant smile was amazing and never needed lipstick of any sort to accent its perfection, but time and time again, Emma brushed off his compliments and insisted she could never attend one of her brother’s gala’s in ‘sweatpants and one of his t-shirts’.

Killian wouldn’t mind. She looked beautiful in everything she wore, especially his clothes.

Killian tugged at the elasticated straps holding up his suit pants, arranging them more comfortably. He eyed his reflection as he threw his arms into his jacket sleeves, tugging at the cuffs of his shirt that poked out of the ends. Smoothing his hands over the fine, Italian suit he paused when his hand bumped into the lump in his inner pocket. Invisible from the outside, Killian had stashed the velveteen box away from Emma for nearly a month, plotting with his soon to be brother in law about how to finally ask Emma to marry him.

Tonight was the night. In a room full of people, fuelled by the buzz of fine wine and live music all around them, Killian would drop down to one knee and ask her. He had never been terrified of anything more in his entire life.

Emma sat paralyzed on the toilet seat, her full-length gown pooling around her feet. The chiffon material rustled a little as she moved her feet, her heels catching on the tiled floor of their bathroom when she moved to stand and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, paler than usual, and the ruby red lipstick drew her attention more than it should have.

She sucked in a huge breath and blew it out immediately, grabbing the edges of the vanity with quaking hands. Her reflection remained unchanged, still in shock at what laid before her in the bottom of the sink. The rounded plastic stick sat motionless in the sink where she had tossed it, unable to process what it was telling her. Two blue lines. Positive.

Emma Swan was pregnant.

She was happy. Although it was happening all too quickly in her life for her liking, they had talked about having children at some length, just not yet. Killian wanted children, ‘the more the merrier’ he would say, but Emma doubted her ability. She knew that she could look after children. Her brother David and his wife Mary Margaret had a son, Neal, and she always managed to make him smile and laugh but having one of your own was entirely different.

And terrifying.

She wasn’t sure how far along she was, but she had a good idea. Emma’s regime of birth control had only been interrupted once recently, six weeks ago when she was taken ill unexpectedly the day after a fantastic night of amorous love making. Clearly the pill she had taken less than an hour before her stomach evicted its contents of her breakfast had not worked. The worrisome voice of Emma’s mother reciting ‘it only takes one time’ sang in her ears and she rolled her eyes the exact same way she had at sixteen.

“Swan!” Killian called again and she snapped her head towards his voice as it echoed from their bedroom. Emma snatched the pregnancy test from the sink and wrapped it in some tissue paper, tossing it in the small chrome bin beside the toilet.

“Just coming!” She chirped fakely, brushing her perfectly styled hair from her face with manicured fingers and smiling at her reflection one more time.

“Are you alright, love?” Killian asked softly, wrapping his knuckles to the bathroom door lightly.

Emma reached for the handle and pulled the door open, the light from the bathroom blinding behind her as he took in her figure. She was a vision, heaven sent and angelic with the white hue radiating behind her. The gown she was wearing flowed all the way to the floor, tiny blue sequins sewn over the almost see through outer layer of white chiffon. It was strapless, the whole ensemble held up by a fitted blue bustier that accented her bosom and let her golden tresses fall gently over the soft skin of her shoulders.

Killian sucked in a breath. “Wow, Swan…” he breathed, mouth hanging agape and his eyes roaming over her hungrily. Emma had told him she had bought a new gown for this gala, and he had already seen it on its hanger, but somehow the whole thing was transformed once she was wearing it. “You look…”

“Is it okay?” Emma fussed, looking down her own body and smoothing her hands over her hips uncomfortably.

Killian smiled at her sweetly and licked his lips, lost for words to describe how she looked. “How do I describe perfection?” He stepped towards her and rested his hands on her hips, pulling her to him.

“Oh stop,” Emma rolled her eyes but let him pull her towards him.

“I mean it, darling,” Killian flicked his eyes over her one last time before meeting the green of her hues once more. “You are a vision.”

“Well, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Emma grinned, running her hands over the satin lapels of his suit jacket and leaning her body into his. Killian’s hands slipped around her body, his fingertips dancing over the bare skin of her back exposed by the cut of her gown.

Killian nudged his head sideways. “I try,” he teased, his lips curling into a grin when Emma cupped his face lovingly and he leaned forward even more. Their lips met with a tenderness that made Emma’s stomach fall away from her, the plush skin of his mouth setting her skin on fire. Emma curled her fingers through his scruff, pulling his face closer to hers and humming contently before reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“We are going to be late,” she said a little breathlessly, her thumb stroking over the scar on his cheek.

“We are always late,” Killian laughed, stepping away from her and offering her his arm. “Shall we?”

“Wait, Killian,” Emma stopped him with a small tug on his arm. She had to tell him that she was pregnant before they entered a room full of alcohol and company that she would have to try and avoid all evening. “There is something I have to tell you.”

Killian gave her a sweet smile that made her heart skip a beat, the effect he had on her still present even after a three year relationship. “I’m sure whatever it is can wait until we are in the taxi,” he nodded. “David will murder us if we miss his opening speech again.”

Emma’s lips twitched into a small smile. He was right. The taxi was outside already waiting and they had a twenty minute journey to the gala anyway. “You’re right,” Emma agreed with a smile, her fingers curling into the crook of Killian’s arm as they made their way down the stairs. “Let’s go.”

As soon as Killian opened their front door, Emma felt a chill. It wasn’t because of the weather, unusually mild for October, but a more sinister cold that rolled over her body with the slight movement of the breeze. Her cop instincts kicked in and she scanned the area, eyes narrowing on a hooded figure walking across the street. The person had their hands buried deep in their pockets and their head hung low, seemingly ignoring them both as they descended the white steps of their house and stepped onto the pavement.

Killian too was oblivious, turning to give her a smile as he reached the pavement first, offering her his hand as she wobbled slightly in her heels. Taking her eyes from the figure for a second, Emma smiled back at him, the whole world switching to slow motion as the crack of a gunshot rang out in the night and the spray of blood splattered her in the face. Killian’s smile faded instantly, his brow pulling together with pained confusion, his hand slipping from hers and clutching his abdomen, his fingers instantly turning red under the flow of blood.

Emma screamed, her shriek piercing the darkness and alerting the cab driver who jumped from his seat and shouted after the masked assailant who took off down the block. His voice was muffled, Emma’s ears ringing from the gunshot, the dull thud of Killian’s body hitting the ground in a limp mess all she heard. Emma dropped to her knees and pressed her hands over his wound, the bullet having entered his back and exited his front, leaving a gaping wound through his abdomen. The edges of his previously perfect suit were singed black, slightly melted with the heat of the projectile, and Emma felt the sting of tears prick at her eyes.

“Killian!” She cried, pressing hard to try and stem the flow of blood.

“Bloody hell,” Killian gasped out through clenched teeth, hands scrambling to cover Emma’s as he fell onto his back, his fingers slipping through his own blood.

“Call an ambulance!” Emma shouted to the cab driver who had run to their side and stopped dead, his face losing all of its colour through shock. “Tell them a cop has been shot!”

“Emma…” Killian coughed, his words watery and crackly. Emma knew he had been shot through the lung and it was filling with blood, his own body drowning itself slowly.

“Shhh, don’t talk,” Emma quickly ripped the skirt of her dress and stuff the material into his wound. Killian grunted, twisting his body sideways as she tried to slow his blood loss in vain. There was so much blood, the pounding of Killian's heart pumping more and more of the claret over her hands as she fought to keep it inside his body.

“Emma…” He repeated, his arm lifting slowly to grab at hers.

“Shut up, Killy!” Emma shook, her emotions getting the best of her as his pet name slipped from her lips. “You’re going to be okay,” she chanted, more to herself than anything else as she watched the blood pour from his gunshot wound despite her efforts. The pool of blood surrounding him grew larger and the edges of her gown began to soak up the crimson colour.

Killian coughed again, blood dribbling from his mouth and down his chin. Emma looked up at him instantly, watching the flare in his eyes fade as his they flickered closed. Adrenaline coursed through her body and Emma let out a pained cry of frustration, her tough cop exterior unable to hide the real panic she was feeling.

“No! Killian! Don’t go to sleep!” Emma screamed at him, shuffling her body weight closer to him and slapping his face with a blood soaked hand. Killian’s head rolled sideways limply, and his eyes peeled open again and looked directly at her with a calm expression that made Emma shiver.

Killian smiled. It was weak, his face smeared with his own blood that had begun to dry in his beard. He lifted his arm and clutched her hand to his face, a shallow breathed sob escaping from his mouth. Emma had never seen Killian cry before and it was the most innocent, childlike whimper she had ever heard, full of fear and sorrow. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his breath hitching.

Emma shook her head. “No,” Emma sniffed, shaking her head angrily. “Don’t you dare say goodbye,” She cried, her entire body shaking with her own sobs.

“I love you, Emma,” Killian choked out, tears rolling down his cheeks and his fingers digging into her palm. “Never forget that.”

“Killy, no, no, no!” Emma chanted as his hand went limp, the light behind his eyes finally going dark and his last breath leaving his body on a heavy sigh. Killian’s hand slipped from her, landing with a slap on the pavement next to his head, his cold, dead eyes staring directly up at her, lifeless and fixed. “Dammit, Killian!” Emma cried harder, wrenching her hand from the hole in his stomach and clasping it with the other one over his heart.

Emma pushed hard against the springy resistance of his ribcage, counting dumbly in her head to five before she leaned forward and pressed her quivering lips to his and breathed into his mouth. She felt Killian’s chest expand but too easily deflate as soon as it had. “Come on!” Emma sobbed, continuing CPR aggressively as Killian’s limp body rolled around in the pool of blood covering the pavement outside of their house.

Emma was exhausted by the time the medics arrived. She had no idea how long she had been working on her partner in life and work before they arrived but her arms had gone numb a long time before they had taken over, bundling her away from his lifeless body as she detested. Blood had soaked into her dress and it felt heavier than before, dragging along the concrete as a fellow officer led her to the back of a second ambulance. Emma could only stare at the scene before her through watery eyes, the blue lights flooding the entire neighborhood from every emergency vehicle that arrived stinging her eyes each time she blinked.

This wasn’t supposed to be how this evening was going to go. Emma was going to sit in the cab next to the love of her life, her fellow officer, and partner, and tell him that they had made a baby. A life. They were to be parents, and she couldn’t be happier. Instead, the life growing inside of her would now never know the man that had created it because of a split second in time that had destroyed everything.

As a thin, plastic sheet was draped over Killian’s body, the questions from the officer beside her fell on deaf ears and Emma flattened her palm over her stomach and cried.

[siriusly-random]

Land Next to Me

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @natsusluce !! I thought I’d post the first chapter here for your bday because I have decided on the final pairing ;) plus we’re angst sisters so you’ll enjoy this *cackles*

So this is a cross over with the 100! I hope to do this justice, and this chapter is pretty similar to ep 1 but after this it’s going to get quite different. Notice- I changed 97 years to 300.

Huge shout out to @cupcakecana and @x-benihime for editing for me! <3

Enjoy! Chapter 2 will be posted next week!

Fandom: Fairy Tail/the 100

Rated: T

Words: 2743

Characters: Lucy, Levy, Loke, Jellal, Cana, Jet and Droy

Summary: Three hundred years since the human race has set foot on Earth, one hundred teen prisoners are sent down with nothing but their wits. Even though she’s just as scared as everyone else, Lucy Heartfilia will do anything she can to make sure they survive. 

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Chapter 1: Whatever The Hell We Want

I say, screw fear. I’m telling my own damn story. {Bellamy Blake}

The ground was rough and uneven beneath her feet as she took her first few cautious steps, weary of her new surroundings. Her new home. She relished in the sounds of the leaves crunching with each step, and the feel of the wind on her face.

They were alive.

When the door to the drop ship opened, she didn’t know what they were going to face; whether or not they would be hit with radiation and burn and die. She was scared.

But that wasn’t the case and she, despite everything, was happy. For the moment at least. They still needed to figure out food, water, shelter, and everything else. For now she would take in the earth—a place she never thought she would get to.

She looked around with wide eyes. Trees loomed above, mesmerizing, with thick branches full of colourful leaves falling every now and then. The sounds of the other prisoners echoed through the forest, so utterly entranced by this new world. A smile quirked the corner of her mouth, slowly breaking into a grin as she took in a deep breath. Fresh air filled her lungs. Fresh air.

It was heavenly.

“What are we going to do, Lucy?” The sound of her best friend's voice brought her out of her trance, drawing her back into reality. Lucy bit her lip, looking to Levy uncertainly. She fumbled with her bracelet, toying with the keys attached to it.

“I’m not sure, Lev.” She looked around at everyone laughing and exploring the ground in excitement, but still staying close to the ship. She figured they were just as scared as she was, even if they weren’t showing it.

She spotted Jellal and Wendy—the sister locked up for being born, and the brother who watched as his mother got floated. She pitied them. Her eyes softened as he pulled the young blue-haired girl in for a side hug. At least they were together now.

“Whatever the hell we want,” a voice stated confidently from behind Lucy. Turning around, she saw Cana, the girl who had been imprisoned for stealing alcohol.

There were worse things to go down for, she mused. Lucy rolled her eyes and looked up to the grinning brunette.

“We’re free from the Ark now, with no one to tell us what we can and can’t do, so I say we do whatever the hell we want.” Cana emphasized at the end, smirking with her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“Cana,” Lucy stated forcefully, crossing her arms, “there are one hundred people here, most of us under the age of eighteen.” She glanced briefly at Jellal, wondering how he was here. It didn’t make sense. “And we don’t have enough food or clean water to last a week, let alone months, if we survive that long. Plus, where is everyone going to sleep?” Lucy narrowed her eyes, daring Cana to go against her logic. “It’s been over three hundred years since anyone has been to Earth. We can’t just do whatever the hell we want. We need order.”

“Order?” Cana laughed, though it wasn’t a happy sound. “Fuck order. We’re finally free and able to live. Don’t you want to live, Lucy?”

“Yes. Which is exactly why we need to have a game plan. To establish some basic rules.” Cana shook her head, sighing as she turned her back on Lucy.

“That’s not living, princess. That’s surviving.”

Scowling at the nickname, Lucy stomped back to the drop ship to search through what little the Ark had supplied them with. The Chancellor said there was a bunker close by with supplies to last them a few years, they just had to find it with the map that was given to them.

“She’s right you know.”

Turning, Lucy spotted blue hair and recognized Jellal almost immediately. Licking her lips, she narrowed her eyes before going back to one of the bins and continuing to search through the contents. She already found the map, she just needed to be prepared for the journey. “Why are you even down here Jellal? You’re twenty-one. You aren’t a guard.” Canteen. Protein bars. Knife. They didn’t give them much.

And with a cold revelation, Lucy’s resolve only hardened. They didn’t expect them to survive.

She would make sure they did.

Ignoring her questions, Jellal carried on. “We finally have freedom, don’t you want to know what that’s like?” He came closer, looming over her as she glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes hiding something she couldn’t quite figure out.

“First we survive. Then we live,” she said. Adamantly, she grabbed her pack and the few others she put together before storming out of the drop ship.

“Whatever the hell you want.”

Lucy paused at the entrance, looking back to him, gaze steeled. “Whatever the hell you want, Jellal.” She hiked up the packs on her shoulder, leaving him in the drop ship as she went to find Levy again. She felt irritated, his expression burned into her mind, refusing to leave. She still wanted to know how he got onto the drop ship since the why was pretty obvious. The way he and Wendy smiled at each other warmed her heart and gave her something good to focus on for a little bit.

“Here you go, Lev,” Lucy tossed her one of the packs and set the others by her feet. “Couldn’t find much, but it’s better than nothing. There’s just the matter of not knowing what’s out there and nothing to really protect us.” Which was the biggest thing and, in hindsight, Lucy should have tried to cooperate with Jellal a bit more since she saw he had a gun. But he grated her nerves in the worst way, and she wasn’t having that. “Here, you’re the better navigator. Probably,” Lucy grinned as she gave Levy the map, the blue-haired girl giving an airy laugh. What good were tests and scores when it really came down to it. They were here now and who knew what would happen.

“So, who else is coming?” Levy asked, already studying the map. It wouldn’t take her long to decide the best route to take.

“Good question.” That was the next step—finding people to go with them. She knew Levy could easily get Jet and Droy, since they were both basically in love with her, but they weren’t enough and they needed more people they could trust.

She scanned the area and a grin broke out on her face.

Loke.

They’d had their differences in the past—mostly involving his refusal to knock off his overdramatic ‘lovey’ talk to anything walking on two legs—but quickly got over them.

Lucy looked to Levy, “You go get Jet and Droy, I’ll get Loke.” Levy nodded and took off with a smile she knew would get the pair in an instant.

Making her way to Loke, Lucy smirked, wrapped her arm around his waist, and poked his cheek. He looked down at her, eye twitching as he glared at her finger. He hated it when people touched his face- a fact she knew and took full advantage of- and the irritation on his face was purposefully undisguised.

It quickly changed, however, to a flirty smile. “Why hello, princess, what sparked this lovely visit?” He wrapped an arm around her and adjusted his sunglasses with his free hand. Flirtatious banter was something that had quickly become a part of their friendship, but there was never any serious intent behind it. If anything, Loke was like her brother. He was someone she would do anything for, and she knew that whatever he said, he felt the same.    

“Want to go on an adventure?” she asked, letting her arm drop and offering one of the packs.

He dipped into a small bow, accepting the pack as graciously as he could, “Anything for my darling Lucy.” Rolling her eyes, Lucy gave him a playful nudge before gesturing for them to make their way back to Levy.

“Ready to go?” Levy gave Lucy and Loke a quick once-over. Jet and Droy flanked her on either side with their packs slung over their shoulders, equal expressions of adoration fixed on her.

Poor things.

“Yeah, let's go.” Lucy couldn’t deny that she was extremely excited. To be able to see Earth and explore it—it was a dream come true. She never thought she’d get to see it.

With smiles and a thirst for adventure they set off into the woods, excitement coursing through their veins in anticipation of a new adventure.

Xxx

“So, it should be about five miles east from here.”

The lake had been the perfect place to take a break and bask in the beauty of the sun. Birds chirped in the trees, leaves rustled in the wind, there was a river close enough to hear that they couldn’t see where they were sitting. Levy was mapping out the rest of their course, being careful to leave marks on the trees with chalk from the dropship so they could easily find their way back.

“Five more miles?” Loke groaned, plopping down onto a log with exhaustion. “Haven’t we walked twenty by now?”

“We’ve walked about four, Loke.” Levy deadpanned, eyes not leaving the map in front of her. Grumbling in response, Loke rested his chin on his hand and kicked at the dirt with his heels.

Lucy snickered and shook her head with a smile. Loke was such a child sometimes.

She stretched her arms high behind her to pull at the knots in her back and looked back out at the lake in front of them. It was a beautiful sight. Rocks and trees surrounded the shore, the sun’s rays sparkled off the shallow ripples—this was something she promised to keep in her memory forever.

You would love it here, mom.

“Oh no.”

Turning at the sound, Lucy looked at Levy with concern. The blue haired girl stared at the map with wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth.

“Levy?” Lucy stood and walked over to her friend, knowing that it could be nothing good. The rest of their group crowded the small girl as she pointed to a patch of green.

“I should’ve noticed this sooner. But there isn’t supposed to be a lake here.”

One beat.

“We’re on the wrong damn side of the mountain.”

Two beats.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Loke growled, snatching the map from her to get a look himself.

“Loke…” Lucy didn’t know what to say. It was her fault for dragging him along without really thinking about the consequences, and she didn’t know what to do. It made sense though. Their map was three hundred years old, it was bound to have some discrepancies, but that only meant that there was most likely a lot more wrong with it. They might not even be heading in the right direction.

“Well I guess that only means one thing!” Levy stood, grabbed the map back from Loke, and stuffed it back in her bag. With hands on her hips, she stared them all down. “We’ve got to cross the water and go as far as we think is safe before nightfall. We won’t get anything done if we don’t try!”

Levy’s enthusiasm had Jet and Droy cheering her on, and Lucy chuckling at their chanting. She couldn’t help her smile as she grabbed her pack and walked over to Loke, resting a hand on his shoulder. His gaze was firmly fixed on the ground, both sad and deep in thought. Lucy frowned. It was a shitty situation. The whole thing was. None of them agreed to go to Earth, and none of them were ready for it.

“Hey,” she started, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Cheer up, yeah? We’ll get through this. I know we will.”

He glanced at her before he looked back at the lake and tilted his head to the sun. “It really is beautiful, isn’t it?”

With a smile and nod, she grabbed his hand and led him over to the others. “Yeah, it is.”

They joined Levy, Jet and Droy by one of the larger rocks along the shore. Levy smiled and hooked a thumb over her shoulder, the three of them had found the river.

Water from upstream shimmered a foot or two over a thick, submerged rock-face. “Found an old bridge, I think,” Levy prodded at the rocks in the water with the tip of her boot.

“Think it’s safe to cross?” Lucy swallowed at Levy’s movements, suddenly overly cautious of their new environment. She didn’t know what was in the water, or hell, whether the water itself was even safe.

“It’s pretty shallow here and the rocks seem to go all the way across from what I can see.” Levy took a tentative step forward, water coming up to her ankles. The rubber of her heel shifted under her weight and Lucy’s heart leapt into her throat. This was dangerous. She shouldn’t be doing this alone.

But by the time Lucy looked up from Levy’s boots to tell her just that, she was already halfway across the river.

Panic quickly took hold of her, and Lucy scrambled toward the riverside, feet moving of their own accord. Levy was getting farther and farther away, Jet and Droy lazily following behind her. If she didn’t do anything...if she kept going—

No.

Come back.

Lucy felt a hand on her arm tugging her back, but she ripped herself away. She needed to get to her friend. It wasn’t safe. It wasn’t safe.

“Levy!” Lucy yelled—making her way across the lake—eyes catching those of her friend, safe and sound, and for a moment she thought it would be okay.

A high-pitched whirr in the air had her stomach dropping.

And then there was a spear in Levy’s chest.

Blood rushed in her ears, running cold, and almost in slow motion Levy crumpled to the ground.

And then she was screaming.

“Levy!”

She tore toward the other side of the river, struggling against arms now encasing her, trying to get to her friend who was dying, if not already dead.

Another whirr. Another spear just narrowly missing her nose.

“Lucy, we can’t go over there!” She barely heard Loke’s yell over the adrenaline even though he was wrapped around her. She heard him calling to Jet and Droy, but they either couldn’t hear him, or weren’t responding. They stood halfway from the shore, paralyzed at the sight of their best friend on the ground, impaled, and probably bleeding to death.

A strong shake pulled her from shock.

“We need to get out of here!” Loke’s voice was both urgent and comforting. How did he even manage that? A hand stroked through her hair to calm her down as he pulled her back toward the shore as quickly and safely as he could. “We’ll come back. We’ll come back and get her. I promise. Breathe, Lucy. Breathe for me.”

Her breathing started evening out, shallow breaths turning into long, stuttering gulps through her nose and out her mouth. In and out, in and out. Her fingers ached, curled into his shirt, and eyes cleared of tears. She looked over her shoulder to Levy and bit her lip.

We’ll come back, Levy. Hang on.

With one last deep exhale, she gave Loke a slight nod, telling him she was okay now.

Loke helped her to the shore, picked her up as soon as she was out of the water, and carried her as fast as he could back to the woods. The sound of Jet and Droy’s feet hitting the water and thumping behind them calmed her nerves, so she concentrated on that.

Loke sat her down against a tree and shoved his pack inside hers before slinging it back over his shoulder. He looked at her, concern and anxiety all over his face as he pulled her to her feet.

An arrow bit into the bark of the tree where she’d just been sitting.

They didn’t have time to look back. Twigs cracked beneath their feet, large branches snapped in the trees around them. Lucy hastily wiped away new tears as she kept pace with Loke. She could hear Jet and Droy’s muffled cries behind her as they picked up the pace, finding each tree Levy had marked on their way.

Her voice barely carried over the sound of their heavy breathing.

“We’re not alone.”

[elevenseggbros]

Soulmates - mileven

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

The soft spoken words pulled me out of an almost attainable sleep. It happened every time; as soon as I was about to fall into a peaceful slumber, a question or two bubbled out of her mouth. I never minded, though. I knew that the reason she was asking all these questions was because of the abuse she suffered in the past. There was nothing I wanted more than for her to be able to experience the rest of her childhood the way I did, and losing a few minutes of sleep was a small price to pay for her happiness.

This question, however, threw me off guard. Typically, her questions were simple and amusing. A few nights ago, I received a poke to the side and an innocent “how do people fit inside of the television?” Previous nights, I’ve had to answer questions like; “why do dogs and cats dislike each other?”, “why are eyes different colors?”, and, “what’s the point of kissing?”

But, it wasn’t until now that El decided to think philosophically. The question had tumbled off of her lips just like any of the other ones, but the weight of it settled over us like an extra blanket. We had been together for almost a year, and I had yet to define the concept of love to her. Mainly because I’d have to admit that I loved her in the process of explaining it, and I wasn’t sure if either of us were ready.

She rolled over, settling herself in my arms. I felt her cold hands make their way up to my shoulder and let out a small, content sigh when her thumb started making circles over the smooth skin. “Mike? Did you hear me?”

Her voice was so gentle and caring; I swore I could listen to it forever.

“Yes, darling,” I responded softly. Carefully, I leaned over, turned on the lamp, and shifted both of our bodies into a sitting position. I got the sense that this conversation was going to be a long one. “I was just thinking”

My fingertips moved slowly up her arm and to her face. In the silence, I lightly traced patterns on her cheek and around her jawline.

“Is this question hard?” She asked, concern becoming intertwined with her question.

“No, no,” I responded, “I’m just… confused.”

Her head raised off of my chest so she was hovering above me. “Confused? Why are you confused?” As she looked at me, her eyebrows pinched together to form a puzzled expression. I smiled widely at her wide-eyed concern.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” she pouted, using the hand that wasn’t holding her body up to lightly smack my  chest.

“I’m sorry, El,” I lifted my hand up and combed it through her hair, “you’re just too damn cute when you’re concerned. I can’t help but smile.”

She rolled her eyes and muttered “shut up,” under her breath, but there was nothing she could do to hide the small smile and light blush that appeared on her face.

“You’re avoiding the question, Mike! That’s not fair.” She stuck her lip out at me in a fake pout.

I smiled at her again. “I just… don’t know how you learned about soulmates. Who told you?”

Her smile widened as she recalled the memory. “Well, you know how Nancy and I have been watching Disney movies lately?”

I let out an overdramatic sigh and nodded. For the past few weeks, portions of El’s visits were interrupted by princesses and singing animals. When Nancy found out that Eleven had never seen Cinderella, our household was in an uproar. She forced the whole family to dig through closets and storage bins until we found all of the Disney VHS tapes that our mom had bought us when we were younger. Her and El had taken over the living room for a few hours, snuggled together under blankets and stuffing their face with popcorn. This activity had become a common occurrence, but I didn’t mind. Seeing the smile on El’s face as she experienced magic for the first time filled me with joy. So, when I did pop in on their movie sessions, I spent more time watching her than the screen.

However, El had no interest in watching Star Wars with me. So, you could say I was a little bitter.

“Yes, I know about your current Disney obsession.” I responded.

“Well,” she smiled at me, “I asked Nancy how all of the princesses and princes know they’re meant to be together. It always seems like they meet, kiss once, and then, boom,” she waved her free hand in the air to emphasize her point - a characteristic she picked up from Dustin, “they’re ready to get married.”

Her eyebrows pinched together again, making her expression turn confused and distressed. El had a habit of becoming extremely worried over small, seemingly unimportant conflicts. Concepts that were common to us were foreign to her, and understanding these things meant everything to her. I knew better than to laugh at her concern.

I took her hand, which was still up in the air, into my own. “You’re right, El. I’ve never thought about it like that. It’s very odd.”

The stress that she had bunched up in her shoulders was released, and her lips turned up in a small smile.

“Nancy… well, Nancy said…” she looked away from me as she trailed off, obviously becoming upset. “I’m sorry, it just seems silly now.”

I raised my arm up and gently moved a rogue strand of hair that had settled over her eyes. She hadn’t cut it since returning from the Upside Down, but it was still only long enough to cover her ears.

“I don’t think it’s silly, darling. Not at all.”

She bit her lip, wondering if she should continue or not. Finally, she looked back over at me, a ghost of a smile settling on her lips.

“Nancy said that… that sometimes you just know. Sometimes, people meet each other at the right time and understand that they are supposed to be together. She said that, like in Sleeping Beauty and Snow White with the evil queens, sometimes people are meant to save each other.”

There was a heavy silence.

“Kinda like us.”

Her voice was so quiet that I wasn’t sure if it was real or not. Her baby pink lips turned up at the corners in a quick, shy smile. The words echoed around the room and settled onto our skin like mist. I pulled her closer to me.

“Definitely like us.”

She rested her head on my chest and we sat there in silence for a while, not making any noise or movements. The conversation tumbled through my head like a boulder down a mountain. I glanced over at the time and realized that it was nearly 2am, but I wasn’t sure if either of us would be falling asleep any time soon.

“So, do you believe in soulmates?”

Her words caught me off guard for the second time that night. This time, she didn’t lift her head up to see if I was awake. Instead, she began tracing patterns on my t-shirt with her finger.

I swallowed hard before finally answering her question.

“I believe in us.”

For a second, both of us froze. My breathing stopped and her finger hovered above my chest. Then, she was moving upward and suddenly her lips were on mine. We had kissed many times before, but I always managed to become lost in her touch. We stayed like that for either a few seconds or a few days, but my heart burst and rebuilt itself a thousand times over while her lips were on mine. When she pulled away, we both immediately let our lips melt into smiles.

“I believe in us, too.”

[sdmn-edits]

Miniminter Imagine: Habits

Summary: Simon and Y/N are at a party and Y/N doesn't realise that he is missing. Then finds him with the Cals vaping and Y/N gets angry at the Cals for encouraging him but they have an excuse which..well is upsetting towards Y/N...

Warnings: Addiction, kinda sad Y/N, swearing.. I think that's it?

Requested: nope

Rating: 12+ (Swearing)

A/N: Inspiration I got was from a pic of smoke in front of Si on here..I don't know if it's real or what. This is my first ever imagine (idk if I'll do more) also I don't smoke or go around smokers if possible (so if any of this is wrong, I'm sorry). Anyways, I hope you enjoy :) (sorry it’s long).

~Beth <3

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It was the day of the party. I couldn't wait to meet everyone. I shuffled over to go cuddle my boyfriend of two years, but what was this, nothing but a pillow next to me. Confused, I got out of bed looking around to see my handsome boyfriend. Nowhere to be seen. That's strange, I thought to myself. I went into our shared bathroom, thinking oh he's probably having a shower or on the toilet. I knocked on the door, "Si? Are you in here?". No response. Just as I opened the door, I feel the long arms of one particular boy snake around my waist. That boy which you could never mistake as Mr. Simon Edward Minter.

"Hey Beautiful, how are you this morning?" Simon said cheerfully.

"I'm not bad thanks, are you excited about the party tonight?" I reply. "Where were you anyways?" I asked.

"I was just getting some fresh air, I didn't feel too well last night and this morning so I went out onto the balcony to feel a bit better and I do now. Party? Oh yeah. I can't wait. That reminds me, we need to start getting ready soon 'cause knowing you, we'll be ten years late with all the time you spend dancing and singing in the shower" he chuckles.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" You laugh as you poke his side.

            -/-Time Skip -\-

"Are you nearly ready, Y/N? We'll be.." Simon stops in his tracks, he looks up the top of the stairs. He sees the beautiful girl, who he fell in love with ever since he met her.

"Late." I responded laughing.

"Uh, yes, uh.." Simon blushes, trying to hide his cheeks.

"You look stunningly beautiful in that dress!" He said.

"Yes, well you look very handsome!" I responded. "Now come on we don't want to be late!" I exclaimed.

-/- Time Skip (At the party) -\-

Walking hand in hand to Tobi's flat, Simon squeezed my hand and gave me the look of a giddy child on Christmas.

"You ready darling?" He asked.

"As I'll ever be." I laughed as Simon opened the door.

-/- Time Skip (Later at the party) -\-

I was having a great time, talking about how everyone was doing and what they have been up to. Everything was so nice.

"I'm need to go see to Callum, will you come with me Y/N so I don't look like a right loner?" Sarah asked politely.

"Yeah, sure but I haven't seen Si in a while, he might have found some hidden booze somewhere and stashed it so only he could have it, we better have a look out for him anyways 'cause it's getting late and he's recording tomorrow morning." I said. As Sarah and I was walking through the crowds of people, I noticed the air was getting a bit thicker. It also tasted very sweet. As Sarah and I were walking towards the balcony - seeing both Cals there and another figure but I couldn't make out who it was, the air was even sweeter and thicker than before. Almost sickening. As Sarah opened the door to the balcony, I was shocked to see, sat there looking very full of himself, my boyfriend of two years. "What the fuck is going on here?" I screeched. Both Cals were laughing their heads off at Simon, who looked very shocked at my question.

"Uh..uh.." Simon mumbled. "Was this both of you dickheads doings to my boyfriend?!" You shouted at the Cals. They both stopped laughing. "Leave it Y/N." Sarah said calmly, pulling at both Cal's arms, indicating to leave Simon and I to talk. "Well it's not our fault!" Airey said bluntly.

"What'd you mean?! Who else fault would it be to encourage my fucking boyfriend to vape?!" I shouted.

"Well, you see Y/N.." Both Cals said, pulling you inside and into Tobi's spare bedroom. "We didn't bring any stuff like that, we know how much it would upset you and a few others..but this time your boyfriend brought it himself. Not us, we promise." Lux said calmly.

"We also think he's gained quite a habit of them, when he comes over to record with any of us in the building, he goes outside on the balconies and vapes before we start recording and then leaves half an hour into the recording to vape." Airey exclaims. I let out a huge sigh. "I guess I'll go talk to him about it and hopefully we'll get it sorted." I said. "Si? You probably think I'm angry at you but I'm.." You stopped in your tracks. He wasn't there. "Si has gone!" You cry out to Sarah.

 |~|~|~| Simon's P.O.V |~|~|~|

I opened the balcony door and slammed it behind me, causing everyone to stop talking and to turn and look at me, then they all carried on talking. As I was storming through the crowds, I went in the kitchen to see Freya and Josh talking. Instantly, I turn around and say "Could you tell Y/N, if you see her that I'm feeling a bit ill so I've headed home?" Both Josh and Freya nod. As I went through the doorway, I through the E-Cigarette in the bin and stormed out to go to the lift. I was stopped by Tobi. "What the fuck are you doing man?!" I shouted.

"Come with me. Now." He said sharply. I've never seen Tobi like this before, I thought to myself. He was angry. I followed him anyways, where he lead me to his bedroom. "Look man, why'd have to be so stupid?" Tobi said.

"What're you--" I said but was interrupted by Tobi.

"You know what I mean! You've got this awesome bird who would do anything for you. Yet you can't think about how she feels about smoking and vaping. She fucking hates it and you know that! You've got to stop it soon otherwise it's gonna be too late. You'll be addicted for life man!" Tobi exclaimed.

"It's too late now. I'm already hooked man." I responded quietly...

 /-/-/ Final Note From Me /-/-/

Hi, this took forever to write and I'm possibly thinking about writing about a part two? I'm sorry it's so long as well. Let me know what y'all think? Part 2?

~Beth <3