#I’m glad I don’t have to see it here but it is Everywhere Else

[yaminerua]

this AI ghibli trend is going to condition me into having a strong initial knee-jerk negative reaction to seeing Any ghibli-style art until I can be sure an actual human being drew it

[charmedreincarnation]

MAYA, I MANIFESTED MY DREAM LIFE!!!!

Okay, I don't know if you remember me, but I participated in a lot of your challenges and the Pink’s challenge, and I found some success! I shifted to my wr and manifested some things, but I could never do it consistently, and it was really fucking annoying.

So, I took three months off and worked hard, using subliminals every day and going on affirmation rampages. I was doing lucid dreaming methods, SATs, meditations, yoga nidra, reading spiritual books literally my whole summer was dedicated to shifting and the void state. I was eat sleeping and breathing it because I could not continue to live the way I was even I can even consider that living …

So What did I do

I just followed your challenge because college was starting, and I couldn't go back to school without my dream life for the fourth time, fearing I might actually harm myself. So played the fields with this rampage (together in two different tabs).

During the Day

https://youtu.be/aLsn6ZK4RZ8?si=Dt_j7ChLjNsQ6tpV

https://youtu.be/gBD4Owz1GC0?si=icOkN1DoFsqP-adT

During the day, I would live in the end. I created albums for my desired realities, re-read my scripts, revised my void list because I genuinely believed I was going to succeed, watched supercell shifting videos on YouTube, and stared at my vision board, realizing it was going to be my life the next day, and more!

Overnight

https://youtu.be/JwV297pP9aw?si=Sxx-xlhE_owInoxH

https://youtu.be/DKB5I9y8SEg?si=PI-UaNw2m_VUWYy1

What I Manifested

- Master shifting abilities

- Master void state abilities

- Having my WR to be a perfect heaven

- Making this current reality a dream: desired looks, desired body, never gaining weight, revised wealth and family, dream friend group, a social media following, being worshipped and respected, being so beautiful by my own standards, dream home (I have a mountain range that goes through my backyard and a farm on my land, it’s enormous), revised city, only attracting wealthy, tall, attractive men, pretty privilege, 145 IQ, going to an Ivy League, getting rid of my anxiety and depression, getting rid of my health issues, no toxic family, so much money, and revised my name to Bella because I love Bella Hadid (my old name was Audrey), and so much more.

I know it sounds nothing too crazy compared to other people who manifest powers and trillions of dollars, but I can shift anytime I want. I’m going to my singing desired reality and high school musical Dr soon and I am so excited I have hundreds of places to explore. My life here finally has stability, and I’m so happy. Not waking up with stress, nausea, and diarrhea is a blessing. My house is clean, my family members aren’t fighting and calling me names, my siblings and I are close. I audibly gasp anytime I see myself in the mirror. My phone is always blowing up with people asking me for plans when it used to be dry as hell, and people forgot I even existed. Everywhere I go, people tell me I should model, want to pay for what I’m buying, are so kind, open doors for me, want to help me for no reason, give me discounts, ask me on dates… I’m so happy and confused. I don’t know how to feel. I am genuinely so loved and respected, and on top of that, I get to explore the universe of my favorite shows and movies.

I’m so glad I never gave up, even though these three months were hard and my life had gotten worse, I am finally free, my hard work paid off, and I hope everyone else will do the same. We truly are God! I was afraid this community was some big joke and big bloggers were creative writers or just laughing at delusional people like me, but I can confirm it’s very, very real.

My love I am so proud of you ! And yes I vaguely remember you and your first shift you messaged me about :)!

I am happy your hard work paid off as well. I remember when everything seemed so meaningless and delusional as well and I also thought shifting was some big joke to target mentally ill teens, but the reality is we truly are all god and no amount of doubt and struggle will ever change that truth. I hope you enjoy your dream life, and I am happy I could help 💖

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Am I the only one that things that sator would be just so cute like if he got a little bit of a tummy? nothing major he'd still look the same everywhere else just soften up a bit around his belly. I think it be nice to touch while cuddling.

(This was anon request that was sent in for cinna but cinna deleted it since they made a mistake and the request had disappeared)

LMFAO let’s try this again… sorry again for accidentally deleting the request!!!

i actually think you’re so right anon.

i imagine that after being put back together after the incident of 236…. satoru’s forced to retire. his friends and peers love him, but it’s time for him to relax and not worry about being the strongest anymore. they can take it from here.

while he’s relaxing during his retirement, he finds that his love for the sweets you bake stays incredibly high while his routine for working out slowly starts to slip…

he doesn’t have to be the strongest anymore, right? he can slack a little…

and his body naturally grows a bit of scar tissue, and maybe some fat around the scar that hugs his lower belly. it’s a natural preventative measure that the body takes on it’s own.

when he looks in the mirror after a shower, he sees a small bit of pudge around his lower belly, and he pokes at it with a small frown on his face. he’s still toned, but he’s not chiseled anymore.

was he letting himself go? were you going to notice? what if you didn’t love him anymore?

you step into the bathroom, being the pervy girlfriend you are, you can’t resist the charm of seeing your handsome boyfriend with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“hey- i’m glad you’re here. can i ask you something?” satoru asks in an uncharacteristically serious tone. you tense a bit, wondering what he might ask. was he not enjoying retirement? was he already trying to go back?

“go ahead, honey.” you prompt.

“are you into bigger guys-?”

you gape at him, wondering what kind of fucking question was that. you have to crane your head up to look at your boyfriend. it should be pretty obvious how you like your men.

seeing your expression, satoru lets out a laugh. he pokes his stomach again. “i think you’re trying to fatten me up on purpose, sweets… makin’ all those delicious desserts. you know i can’t resist them. evil, evil woman.” he teases with his signature lopsided grin.

“you caught me.” you play along, letting out a small laugh. you look down at where the towel is sitting snuggly along his hips. the scar from the attack is staring back at you, but you don’t feel fear when you look at it anymore. you see your husband: happy and healthy.. finally not putting his body in duress to protect the world.

dropping to your knees, you press sweet kisses all along satoru’s tummy, making him giggle and shy away from you. “stop it! that tickles! sick, evil woman! evil!”

it’s safe to say that satoru is loving retirement, and you’re loving it too.

[formulaonecrumbs]

junie i’ve been here three times today. can you do more osc comforting reader during a flare up and emotional breakdown moments (i love you i know this is a lot)

-🧸

even especially at 2 am.

Oscar Piastri x PCOS!reader

summary: oscar comforts reader through a painful flare-up and emotional spiral, staying close through the hardest parts. even in the middle of the night.

warnings: pcos flare-up, body image issues, emotional breakdown

A/N: bbg u could come and ask for 20 fics in a day and i’d deliver each of them to u, happily. everyone has needs and these are urs and i’m glad u’re coming to me so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ ANYWAYS. i’ve written this as quick as i could, so it’s not too heavily edited. enjoy, ml ❤️ LOVE UUUU, 🧸!!

⚘ ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

you’ve been in the bathroom too long.

not doing anything, really. just staring. standing in front of the mirror in the hoodie you slept in, gripping the counter, face blotchy, eyes red.

your reflection doesn’t even look like you.

you hate your skin. your stomach. the sharp pain pulsing low on your side. the way your leggings dig in because you’re bloated and everything’s tender and swollen. the hair you shaved yesterday is already back. your face looks puffy. tired. not you.

and it’s not even just your body—your head is heavy. loud. it’s been loud all day. every little thing poking at you, reminding you how much you hate being stuck in a body that doesn’t listen.

you hear oscar knock once, then open the door just enough to peek in.

“hey,” he says quietly. “you okay?”

you don’t answer. just stand there, frozen.

he steps in fully, slow and careful. “you’ve been gone awhile. i was getting worried.”

“don’t,” you snap—too fast, too sharp. “i’m fine.”

he stops. watches you.

“okay,” he says, not arguing. “can i just sit with you then?”

you don’t say yes. but you don’t tell him to leave either.

he lowers himself onto the edge of the tub, hands folded between his knees. “flare up?”

you nod once. sharp. like it hurts to admit it.

“how bad?”

you shrug. “hurts. everywhere. but it’s not just that.”

he nods. waits.

you look back at the mirror. you hate how you look. hate that he can see you like this.

“i feel disgusting.”

he flinches—so subtly, but you see it. “baby…”

“i do.” your voice cracks. “i hate my body. i hate that i look like this. i hate that nothing fits and i don’t feel like myself and—” your breath hitches, “—and i feel like you deserve someone better than this.”

it drops between you like a bomb.

you don’t look at him. you stare down at the sink, humiliated and raw.

but then you hear the rustle of clothes. feel him move. and then he’s behind you, not touching yet—just there. his reflection appears beside yours, eyes locked on yours through the glass.

“you know that’s not true.”

you shake your head. “it is. look at me.”

“i am looking at you.”

your lip wobbles. you finally meet his gaze. “then how are you not… tired of this?”

his hands come up—slow, warm—settling gently on your waist, fingers spreading over the softest part of your sides. “because this body is yours. it’s the one that lets me hold you. that laughs when i say dumb shit. that fights every day, even when you’re too tired to notice.”

you shudder. start to cry. silent and sharp and full-body.

he wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you in tight. “you don’t have to love it right now. i get it. but i love it enough for both of us until you can.”

your shoulders shake. your hands grip his. “it just gets so loud in my head.”

“i know,” he whispers. “i hate that it does. but i’m here. and i’m staying.”

you finally break. really break. he holds you up when your knees buckle. doesn’t say anything stupid or soft or perfect. just breathes with you. keeps you from unraveling completely.

and when the worst of it passes, when your sobs go quiet and your breathing evens out, he presses a kiss to your temple.

“let’s go lie down. you don’t have to do anything else today. i’ll take care of everything.”

you nod against his chest.

he doesn’t let go.

⚘ ⚘ ⚘ ⚘

it’s nearly 2am when you give up on pretending to sleep.

the sheets feel too heavy. your body aches in that dull, exhausted way, and your brain just won’t shut up. thoughts circling back around to everything you said in the bathroom, everything you still feel. like you cracked something open earlier and now you can’t seal it back.

you shift slightly, careful not to wake him.

but of course you do.

he stirs instantly, soft groan, then his arm tightens around your waist. “you okay?”

you try to lie. almost say yeah, sorry, go back to sleep.

but your breath catches instead.

he’s already sitting up.

“baby,” he says, gentle but alert. “what is it?”

you shake your head, ashamed of how shaky your voice is. “i just… still feel awful. in my head. in my body. all of it. i didn’t want to wake you.”

he doesn’t say anything for a second—just reaches for the lamp and flicks it on, low and warm. then he turns to you, fully focused, hands cupping your cheeks like they’re something precious.

“you never have to carry it alone. even at 2am. especially at 2am.”

and just like that, you’re crying again.

softer this time. not crashing waves—just a quiet overflow.

he pulls you into his lap without hesitation, arms around you, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back.

“let it out,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”

you cling to him, fingers curled in his shirt. “it’s so hard to explain. it’s like… i feel wrong in my body. like it’s betraying me. and then i feel stupid for being upset. and then i hate that i care. and then i just… spiral.”

he nods, resting his chin on your shoulder. “it’s not stupid. it’s so valid. your body isn’t easy to live in sometimes. but you’re still here. you’re still fighting.”

“i hate that it takes so much out of me.”

“and yet you still give so much love. you still show up for me, for everyone. you’re stronger than you know.”

you press your face into his neck, overwhelmed by how warm he is. how safe.

he keeps holding you like he’s got nowhere else to be.

eventually, your breathing evens out again.

he kisses your shoulder. “okay. we’re gonna try to sleep again, yeah? i’ll put on that storm sounds playlist you like. and tomorrow we’ll do absolutely nothing unless you feel up for it.”

you nod.

“want me to stay like this?” he asks softly.

you hum. “yeah. just like this.”

and he does. arm around your waist. cheek pressed to your hair. breathing slow and steady, so you can match it.

you don’t fall asleep all at once. but the tightness in your chest loosens. the noise fades.

and when you finally drift off, it’s in his arms. exactly where you’re meant to be.

THE END :>

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie threw an arm over Steve's shoulder, bringing him into a half-hug, “So, what did you guys think?”

“It was great!” Steve said quickly, relaxing into Eddie’s side, “You guys killed it, dude!”

“He’s right,” Robin agreed, “It was awesome! Super, duper fun and we’re so glad we got to see it. But actually, we kinda got to go-”

Eddie frowned, the loose grip he had over Steve’s shoulder tightening on it’s own accord, “Go where? Don’t tell me you guys are tired already?”

For some reason, Robin didn’t look at him after he asked the question. Instead she looked to Steve, a brow raised as she waited for something. But then Steve was giving her a subtle nod, her queue to start talking again. She leaned in closer, whispering as loud as she could in the noisy environment, “So… you’re like cool, right? Steve said you were cool.”

Eddie cocked his head at her, beyond confused, “I-yes? I guess?”

“About the thing?” She pressed, jerking her head his direction, “Steve’s thing?”

“Oh!” Eddie blurted, finally catching on. But he still didn’t get what Steve being gay had to do with them ditching. He nodded quickly, “Very cool with it. Have zero issues.”

It was almost true. Whatever issues Eddie had with Steve’s sexuality involved his own bullshit more than anything else. Plus, his answer had Robin smiling. Gesturing for Eddie to lean in closer, “Good. Because we, um. Share the affliction if you catch my drift.”

“That’s fine,” Eddie said, not missing a beat. He had kind of figured that out along the way. Considering the process of elimination on who could have possibly talked Steve through his queer thoughts. Not that Eddie cared, “No problem here.”

“Good!” She said with a grin, “Then you know just how limited our options are where we live. And according to an insanely pretty girl, there is an honest to god gay bar, like a few blocks away!”

Eddie swallowed, discomfort suddenly settling in at the suggestion, “T-That’s where you guys are going?”

“Yeah!” She said excitedly, setting her sights back onto Steve, “It’s time for someone to realize that we are hot enough to flirt and be flirted with! Closets don’t matter when you’re hours away from home.”

“We share the exact same closet,” Steve groaned, “Don’t start preaching to me.”

“And tonight we can escape from it!” Robin argued, “Come on! Eddie’s going to be busy with his friends and groupies anyway. What else are we doing-”

“I’m actually not that busy,” Eddie interrupted, trying his damndest to keep his voice calm. Suddenly, he felt nauseous again. He didn’t-He knew Steve could handle himself. He did. B-But creeps were everywhere! And he wasn’t used to being around guys who only wanted one thing and Robin would be distracted with girls a-and Eddie was really struggling with this idea.

Though Steve seemed to disagree. The next thing he knew, Steve was smiling back at her. Letting out a good-natured sigh, “Fine, fine! We can go. Someone has to make sure you don’t get kidnapped.”

“Oh my god, yes!” Robin nearly squealed, bouncing a little in her seat, “This is gonna be so fun!”

Eddie’s heart squeezed uncomfortably in his his chest at the excitement, dread starting to fill him. He opened his mouth, words escaping before he could even think of it, “Sounds like you two might need a D.D. I can do it.”

It was probably the first time Eddie had ever invited himself to something he clearly wasn’t a part of. But he had to give himself some credit for how smoothly it came out. 

Robin looked up at him, clearly surprised, “Really? It’s not exactly your scene.”

Eddie shrugged, “It could be. I like George Michael.”

Steve snorted next to him, “That is the one true gay litmus test. You got us there.”

“Seriously though,” Eddie pressed, refusing to let it go, “Then you can both drink, dance, have fun. And not worry about how you’re getting back to the hotel.”

“But don’t you want to stay here?” Steve asked, “Robin wasn’t kidding about the groupies. You should have heard what some of them were saying.”

“You could definitely get laid,” Robin added. She was staring at him now, looking at Eddie in a way that seemed a little past confused. Like she was examining him. Testing him. Or maybe that was just in his head. 

Eddie held firm, “Maybe, but I’d rather hang out with you two vs playing wingman to the boys. What do you say?”

“If you really don’t mind…” Steve said, trailing off. But Eddie could tell that he was happy. He could barely keep his smile to himself as he looked to the side, biting his lip in a way that Eddie fucking knew other people would notice. How could they not? 

from the next chapter of this fic

[ellastone-olsen]

Would it be possible if you could do a g!p wandanat x female reader with sex pollen?? Its okay if you cant, just an idea if you have nothing else to write🫣🤭

Blue glow - WandaNat

DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Summary: Curiosity and alien flowers work wonders.

Pairing: G!PWandaNat × fem!R

Warnings:NSWF,SMUT SMUT SMUT, handjob, blowjob, breeding kink, threesome, cockwarming, dirty talk, after care

DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES

Word count: 1.7k

AN: hi anon! I’m glad to see my first request thank you! honestly, until that moment I didn’t know what sex pollen is and I had to turn to google lmao

"What is that?." You asked looking at the strange plant in the pot. "Have you decided to take up gardening? Tony, I thought you weren't old enough to act like my grandma." You stop laughing when the man looks at you sternly, apparently not appreciating the jokes about his age. “This, by the way, is a plant unknown to science (at least on Earth), which I personally grew from seeds strictly for research and not what you just said.” “Okay let’s say it’s like this, let me take a closer does it smell like something?” You also kept a couple of cacti in your room at the Avengers headquarters, which recently bloomed by the way. As soon as you stood up and approached to the pot, a man blocked your way. “Are you crazy, what did I just say? Don’t touch this thing, I don’t know if it’s poisonous or not.” You looked at him sternly and muttered under your breath so that he could also hear, “You said not to touch, not to smell.” The attempt failed.

late Friday evening. Everyone went to their rooms or left the headquarters altogether. There was silence everywhere, only the sounds of Wanda’s steps were heard somewhere in the corridor. The woman had almost reached her destination when she saw some kind of blue glow in the darkness, “What the fuck...”. She came closer and examined some kind of plant that vaguely resembled a flycatcher, but with more spherical “traps.” Then she suddenly remembered...

“Y/N, Natasha, come here let’s hurry up. Y/N, you told me about something in Tony’s office. Check it out, Natasha take a look too.” Apparently the witch was very impressed by the flower, because she excitedly pulled both of you by the hands towards the light source. And where did she get this passion for flora…

“Wanda, we were already getting ready to go to bed, what did you see there?” Nat suddenly fell silent, looking at the strange light. “Did you seriously drag me out of bed for this succulent or what is this?!” She clearly did not share the witch's interest. “Oh, you’re right, this is the flower I told you about. Tony takes such good care of it, and apparently it’s...bloomed? Let’s take a closer and look, it’s cool,” Nat rolled her eyes but followed you two. You raised your face to the flower, wanting to look at it, when suddenly... the ball of the bud opened releasing pollen into the air, apparently from which the light came.

There is absolutely everything around in this stuff, you can hear Natasha’s exclamations: “Don’t breathe in this, it can be poisonous. Damn it, I told you not to come here.” The three of you cough, covering your faces, and go out into the corridor, shaking yourself and each other from the remaining dust. “Now you make me need to take a shower again.” The woman grumbles something else while Wanda calms her down, you also want to answer, but suddenly this feeling comes.

If there was a mirror in front of you right now, you could appreciate how quickly your pupils are dilating, as if you were a drug addict on a high (technically you were), beads of sweat are rolling off your forehead and this pulsation between your legs is as if you were given a dose of an aphrodisiac multiplied by five times. Oh no this is definitely not normal, you need to tell Wanda and Natasha what is happening apparently because of this cute glowing flower. While you were in your thoughts you didn't notice how the swearing died down and both women also noticed the changes.

When you turned your head, you saw two women looking at you with hunger and tents in their pants. Your mouth watered at the sight of the obvious bulge on both of your girlfriends and you impatiently walked over to Wanda, clinging to her like a lifeline. "Oh God, I don't know what it is, but I need you both so bad." Natasha came up from behind, pressing her rock-hard dick to your ass, her arms wrapped around your waist and the redhead’s whisper was heard in your ear. "Oh don't worry baby you'll get what you want.Damn I'm going to die if I don't fill your pretty pussy at least twice. What do you think Wanda?"

You feel the soft material of the sheets as they throw you on the bed, watching as they take off their clothes and look at you as if you were their prey. Your own panties are already hopelessly ruined, lub flows down your thighs at the sight of your girlfriends.

You quickly take of your clothes after which Nat takes you in her arms, pressing a kiss on your lips, you feel her cock poking into your stomach and dripping with pre-cum. Wanda, meanwhile stands behind stroking her length at this spectacle. "Mmm..Nat please." You rock your hips to rub against her cock, but you are suddenly pulled to your feet and forced to your knees.

"No no, first you're going to take every inch of my dick into your mouth, baby." The tip of her cock pressed against your lips and you obediently open your mouth and shake your head along entire length. Wanda can’t just watch anymore and comes up to you, takes your hand and places it on her pulsating length. "Come on baby, jerk off Wanda you can't leave either of us needy. Damn Wanda her mouth feels so good around me. That's such a good cocksucker." You move your hand and rub your thumb over Wanda's sensitive red tip as she begins to rock into your hand. Tears well up in your eyes when Natasha grabs your hair and shuts your mouth. Wanda helps you jerk her off and grins, “What is it baby girl? Is Nat’s dick too big for you? You’re so beautiful, now I want to cum all over your face.”

Natasha began to shamelessly fuck your mouth, running after her orgasm, the head of her dick hitting the back wall of your throat every time. "That's itmbaby, I'm going to cum in your beautiful fucking mouth and you'll swallow every drop. Wanda, are you close? Cum with me." Your hand was thrown away so that Wanda could jerk herself off, cumming all over your face, ropes of Natasha's cum hit your throat and you breathed through your nose as you swallowed every drop as you were told.

You took a deep breath as the redhead pulled out of your mouth and wiped Wanda's release off your face. When you were lifted from the floor, a small puddle of your arousal remained on it, your legs did not obey and your knees were red. You were already dripping and the pitiful whining and pleas left your mouth without hindrance. “Please it hurts so much, I need you to fuck me so bad.”

"What do you think Wanda, I think she deserves to have you fill her pussy." The witch got off with a simple nod as her two strong hands forced you onto all fours on the bed, allowing her to position herself behind you so she could start pounding into you without warning. "God Nat, her pussy was made for my cock, so greedy and tight. You need to see how well she takes me." Nat, meanwhile, spat on her hand for extra lub and stroked her red sensitive tip, appreciating how good the two of you looked. The long-awaited feeling of filling and Wanda’s quick thrusts drove you crazy, you put your hand under you, stimulating your swollen clit. "Yes yes thank you thank you so good fuck I'm gonna cum can I cum?" You know that with the tip of Wanda’s cock deliciously hitting that nice spot inside you, you wouldn’t last long, and having received approval, a minute later the orgasm hit you with incredible force. "Oh yes Y/N you squeeze my cock so well. Oh my God, cum for me like that, cum all over my length." The witch praised you.

You were turned over again and your back touched the cool sheets. Wanda pounding into you hearing a cute whine from your mouth, "Too sensitive. It's too much." "Oh baby girl you can take it. I need to filled this tight pussy so badly. You want my cum inside don't you? Do you love this cock?" "Yes yes I love so fucking much!". Natasha continued to jerk herself off when a cute little idea popped into her head that she only bothered to tell the witch about. The women looked at each other and Wanda nodded in approval of the plan.

The witch's thrusts became faster and she exploded, releasing her load inside you. “Oh yeah baby fuck take all my cum!” The feeling of fullness and how good it was, was the only thing you could think about. Wanda, meanwhile, pulled out of you, giving way to the redhead. Natasha turned you around, taking you by the hips and jerking off her cock, she stuck only the tip inside you, filling you even more. "Oh fuck fuck I'm so full fuck Natasha!" “That’s it my little greedy girl, I know you love it when I fill you up .” The only sounds in the room were heavy sighs and Nat's little whining as she pulled out and looked at the beautiful picture in front of her.

You were lying on your shared bed, Wanda took napkins from the nightstand and carefully wiped all the liquids from your thighs, kissing you and telling you how good you are and how much she loves you. When the witch finished, Natasha threw a robe over your naked body, picked you up, kissing your cheeks and carried you to the bathroom so they could both take care of you the way you truly deserve.

Sitting in a hot bubble bath, you asked, “How do we tell Tony about the pollen effect of his science experiment?”

[rebelspykatie]

The Gift That Keeps on Giving - Part 3

AO3 | Part 1 | Part 2

Eddie and Robin, and maybe even the security guard, can likely hear how loud his heart is beating in his chest. He says it with such conviction, hoping that Eddie will know why he’s here, why he came despite his cryptic sign off. 

Eddie’s eyes close and he takes a deep breath. “Did I ruin everything?” He skates a hand through his already tousled hair. “I knew I was coming on too strong. Kept reminding myself you had a boyfriend, but my dumb heart didn’t seem to care.” He puts a hand on his chest and leans further into the doorframe in a mock swoon. 

Despite the dramatics, those big doe eyes stare nervously back at him. “You did ruin everything.” Eddie winces. “But he ruined it worse…or we both ruined it? It doesn’t matter. It’s over.”

Robin snorts. “What he’s trying to say is that idiot was a cheating bastard, but it didn’t matter because Steve was already halfway in love with you when he found out.” 

“Robin,” Steve whines and nudges her with his hip. She nudges back and gives him a pointed look.

“That asshole cheated on you? After everything you did for him?” Eddie’s riled up now, pushing off the doorframe, chest puffed up like a lion ready to pounce. 

“Alright, down tiger,” Robin pats his shoulder, holding him in place. “They were both over it. No harm done.” She steps back and looks at Steve with that knowing smile that he both loves and fears. “Besides, did you miss the halfway in love with you part?” 

Eddie sputters for a minute while Steve tries not to sink down into the floor from embarrassment. “N-no,” he shakes his head, his tangled mess of hair a flurry of movement, “I did not miss that. And I will address that, but,” and he looks at Steve now with an intensity that he knows all too well from watching his music videos, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Eddie.” Steve shuffles a bit closer. “By the end, we were barely talking. I was so consumed with messaging you, I forgot why I started it all in the first place. I pushed him away and into someone else’s bed, but it didn’t matter.” He pauses and looks down at his feet, toeing at the floor with his sneaker. “Do you know what I felt when I caught him in bed with someone else?” 

When Steve looks up, Eddie’s just patiently waiting for an answer, even though his lips are twitching like he desperately wants to make a snide comment. 

“Relief,” and the same feeling washes over him saying it now. “I was so torn up about how into you I was and how much I ignored him. And then the tickets show up after I wrote you off and tried to forget about you. But you still did that for me, even after I just walked away with no explanation.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart,” Eddie insists. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“No, I did. I do. Because all I could think about at the end was you. And even when I tried to stop, you were everywhere. We hadn’t even met, but you were in my car when I turned the stereo on. In my bed when I wanted to doom scroll at night and your picture popped up first on my feed. On my tv when I pulled up youtube because I’ve watched every music video hundreds of times. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“I am pretty annoying like that.” Eddie smirks. 

“I didn’t know those tickets would bring us back here to you. I just wanted to see you on stage and get a taste of what I was seeing through my screen. I had no idea that I would have an opportunity to tell you any of this. But, thank you. You didn’t have to help or respond.”

“I’m glad I did.” There’s a dopey grin on his face now. It lights up every corner, and Steve wants to stay here and memorize every laugh line and the curve of his lips. It’s all he can do to keep his hands to himself and not launch himself at Eddie right here. 

“Can you guys kiss and make this official now?” Sometime in the last minute, Robin has taken out her phone and she’s holding it up to record them. “How much do you think I can sell this for? Can you put on the hat before you do, really sell it? Oooh, is there mistletoe somewhere? This hallway is really not selling the vibe.” 

Steve bats the phone out of view while Robin cackles. “This is not about vibes! Don’t you dare post that online, Rob.” 

She backs away and tries to hide behind the security guard stationed beside Eddie’s door. He looks like he’s trying not to get involved, but he’s doing a poor job at hiding his amusement.  

“Et tu, Hopper?” Eddie asks, poking the guy in a meaty bicep. 

“Serves you right, Munson.” 

Robin fist bumps Hopper now that she’s got him on her side. “I’ll give you a cut of the profit.”

Part 4

[caitified]

downtime

caitlin clark x reader (professional part 2)

warnings:none, just fluff but i’ll do something spicier for them if people want!

part 1 here

a few months had passed since that first kiss on the golf course, and everything had changed between you and caitlin. the easy flirtation had blossomed into something more—something real. you’d fallen into a routine of sorts, spending time at her apartment or sneaking away from her busy schedule to steal a few moments together. it wasn’t always easy, with her training and media obligations, but you made it work. you always did.

today, the two of you were lounging on the couch at her place, the late afternoon sun spilling through the windows. caitlin was dressed in a loose tank top and shorts, her legs draped over yours as you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone. she had her head resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, looking more relaxed than you’d seen her in weeks.

but you couldn’t focus on your phone. your eyes kept drifting to her—how peaceful she looked, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, her breathing steady and calm. it was a rare sight, seeing her like this, away from the intensity of the basketball court. she was usually so full of energy, constantly moving, but here, she was just caitlin. and she was yours.

“what’re you staring at?” she teased, her voice soft but amused as she cracked one eye open, catching you in the act. she tossed you a wink, her lips curving into a playful smile.

you grinned, not even trying to hide it. “just my super famous basketball player girlfriend,” you teased back, your tone light but affectionate. “no big deal.”

she chuckled, her laugh low and warm. “oh, so that’s all i am to you? just a basketball player?”

“yup. just a big star,” you replied, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “nothing else to see here.”

caitlin laughed again, but her hand found yours, intertwining your fingers as she pulled you closer. “you know, i’m more than that, right? i’m also pretty damn good at golf.”

“oh, don’t worry, i haven’t forgotten that part,” you teased, nudging her gently with your elbow.

she raised an eyebrow, her smile growing. “good, because i’m expecting you to keep me company on the course again this weekend.”

“only if you promise to hit a few more greens this time,” you replied, a playful glint in your eye. “i’ve got a reputation to uphold as your caddy, remember?”

“hey, i’m good at golf!” she protested, though her grin told you she didn’t mind the teasing. “i’m practically a pro now, thanks to you.”

you both laughed, and she gave your hand a soft squeeze, her expression growing more tender. “seriously though, i don’t know how i’d survive this crazy schedule without you.”

you smiled at her, your heart swelling with affection. “you don’t have to. i’m not going anywhere.”

caitlin leaned in, brushing her lips against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. when she pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breath warm against your skin.

“i know,” she whispered. “and i’m really glad.”

the quiet moment between you felt like a promise—a reminder that no matter how chaotic things got, no matter how demanding her career became, the two of you were in this together. you had each other’s backs, on the court, on the golf course, and everywhere in between.

“so,” caitlin said after a beat, her voice light again, “what do you want to do with the rest of the day?”

you glanced at the clock, noting that the afternoon was slipping into evening. “how about we grab some dinner? i’m thinking pizza.”

she groaned playfully. “ugh, again? you and your pizza obsession.”

“hey, you love it too,” you shot back with a grin. “don’t pretend you don’t.”

caitlin laughed, standing up and stretching, her shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of skin. “fine, you win. pizza it is.”

you followed her to the kitchen, watching as she grabbed her phone to place the order. and even though it was such a simple, everyday moment—ordering pizza, laughing together—it was perfect. because it was with her. because she was the best part of your day, no matter what you were doing.

as she hung up the phone and turned back to you, her smile soft and easy, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. this—her, the quiet moments, the teasing, the connection you shared—it was everything you’d never even known you wanted.

“what?” she asked, noticing the look on your face.

you shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “nothing. just thinking how much i love you.”

her expression softened, her eyes glowing with affection. “i love you too,” she said quietly, stepping closer to wrap her arms around your waist. “more than you know.”

and with that, she leaned in, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that was slow, sweet, and filled with all the love you had for each other.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Drives Me Crazy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Spencer fall into a routine when he walks you home after every shift. Then one day, a storm makes you invite Spencer up to your place where feelings are confessed over alcohol and dim lighting.

Square Filled: habits and routines for @genprompt-bingo (dreamwidth bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

x

What you do is rewarding. You love coming to work knowing you get to be surrounded by such loving dogs and cats who don’t have homes. Despite what people might think about shelter animals, they’re so loving and very kind. Once in a while, you’ll get an animal who is so scared that they’ll bite and attack, but you have people here to deal with those kinds of animals.

Not you. You only deal with the ones who love to play fetch and tug-a-war. The ones that love belly scratches and cuddles. Right now, you’re giving one of the new recruits a bath in the back. He’s a shaggy-haired dog who seems to think that bath time is playtime. To keep you safe, you have to hook their collar to the back wall so that they don’t jump out, but that doesn’t seem to stop this dog from trying.

“Pip, what are you doing? Come on, stay still,” you say to the dog as if he could respond to you.

You grab the shampoo and squirt it all over his back. You have brush gloves on so that you can scrub and rub at the same time, so that’s what you try to do. As soon as you touch his back, he jerks and barks happily. He thinks you want to play which brings a smile to your face.

“Pip, I have to get you clean. Then, we can play. I promise.”

He calms down enough to let you lather him up with soap, but he’s not so calm when the water comes out. You try to spray him down as much as you can but he starts to shake the suds off. Soap goes everywhere, and you squeal when it splashes all over you.

“Y/N?” You look back at your coworker. “There’s a Spencer Reid to see you.”

Shit, is it that time already? You look at the clock and confirm that indeed, it’s time to go home.

“Can you finish up here? I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

“Sure.”

“Bye, Pip. See you tomorrow, big guy.” He barks out a goodbye and shakes for your coworker. “Good luck!”

You head to the locker room and change out of your soaked clothes to change into your normal ones. It’s always a good idea to wear some kind of scrubs here due to the shit, piss, and other fluids you get on your job. All of them come from animals. You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder before going to the lobby. Spencer waits there patiently, scrolling on his phone to pass the time.

“Spencer, hi,” you grin.

“Y/N,” he smiles. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” You two leave the shelter and start the walk to your apartment. “How was work? Tell me about your day.”

“I can’t give too much away about the unsub we’re trying to find. It’s still an open investigation.”

“Tell me something else, then. How is the team doing?”

“JJ is pregnant again.”

“That’s awesome! Good for her!”

“Yeah, she’s happy. Tell me about your day. I want to hear everything,” he smiles.

“Well, three new dogs came in today. One of them, poor baby, was so scared. We had to give her to the guy who deals with aggressive dogs. I know she’ll be a sweetheart in no time. Two got adopted today, which is amazing. I tried giving Pip a bath, but he thought it was playtime. I think I still have soap in my hair,” you chuckle. “I had a good time.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

The walk to your apartment isn’t long, so you’re there before you know it. You stop outside the steps leading to your building and turn to Spencer.

“Thank you for walking me again.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Do you have any doubt?”

“No, I don’t,” you smile. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

Spencer waits for you to head inside your apartment building before heading to his own. The first time you met Spencer was when you were on the bus heading to work. You were late and didn't want to walk that day so you thought the bus would be faster. Spencer decided to take the same bus that morning, and the only open seat was next to him.

Due to traffic, you two were able to have a bit more time to chat. By the time you got to your work, you realized how much fun it was talking to Spencer. Luck would have it that the next day, he was taking the bus again. It turns out he took it in hopes that you would take it, and you took it in hopes that he would take it.

You don’t own a car so when he found out you were walking home every day after work, he decided that would be the day he would walk with you. He’s seen too much shit to let you walk home alone, especially after it got dark.

It’s become your routine now.

The next day when you get off work, Spencer is waiting in the lobby scrolling on his phone to pass the time. This time, he has a coffee in hand for you. It’s the end of the day, but you’ll never turn down a coffee.

“Thank you, Spencer,” you grin and take the coffee from him.

“It’s decaf so you won’t be up all night.”

“Smart,” you chuckle. “How was your day?”

“Still the same. Garcia came to me and told me she was looking to get a dog. Instead of going to the pet store, I told her about the loving dogs you have here.”

You gasp happily and grab his arm. “That’s so much better. We have such loving dogs here that are just looking for a home.”

“She’ll be by this weekend.”

“Awesome! I’ll take such good care of her.” You lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for recommending me.” You stop outside your apartment building. “Give her my number, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye, Spencer.”

Well after you’re already in your building, Spencer is still standing outside of it. He touches the spot where you kissed his cheek, unable to ignore how tingly it made him. He smiles and heads back to his place with you on his mind the entire time.

Like Spencer said, Penelope walks into your job on Saturday morning, eager to look at what you have available.

“Are you Y/N?” she asks when you greet her.

“Yes. You must be Penelope. Spencer’s told me so much about you.”

“And he won’t shut up about you.” You blush. “Don’t look so bashful. That boy is head over heels for you.”

“No, he’s not. He’s just being nice. He’s a friend.”

“Not from where I stand,” she grins. “So, I hear you have some dogs for me to look at?”

“Yes, right this way.”

Spencer didn’t let up. He is always there when you get off work whether it’s day or night, cloudy, windy, cold, or hot. Storm season is upon Virginia, so the rain comes before you’re prepared for it. It’s so strong that you can hear the water pelt the roof of the shelter. Now is when you regret not having a car.

You grab your things and walk to the lobby, not expecting Spencer to be there. It’s pouring rain outside and he’s still waiting for you as if that’s supposed to deter him. He smiles widely when he sees you, and he holds up the closed umbrella.

“Is that going to fit both of us?”

“I’ll make it work.”

You two don’t talk much on the way home because all you’re focused on it trying to keep the rain off you. Spencer keeps the umbrella mostly on you so he’s drenched by the time you reach your apartment.

“I don’t want you catching a cold. Come inside, please. Wait until the rain stops.”

“I’m okay. My apartment isn’t far from here.”

You reach out and grab his elbow. “Come on. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Spencer has never seen the inside of your place since meeting you, so he’s kind of nervous for himself. He’s not very good when it comes to romance or women. In fact, he’s quite awkward at it. He doesn’t expect anything from you except maybe a towel to dry off, but you have other plans for him.

“Wait right here,” you say before disappearing into your bedroom. You return with a shirt and sweats. “These were my brothers. Change out of your clothes. I’ll wash them.”

“Um…”

“What? The bathroom is next to my bedroom. You’re going to catch a cold. You do so much for me. Let me do this for you.”

“Okay,” he nods.

He takes the clothes and heads to the bathroom. He leaves ten minutes later with his wet clothes in hand. You, having changed when he was, take both yours and his clothes to the washer. After putting a light load on, you join Spencer in the living room.

“Would you like something to drink? I have wine if you want to share it with me.”

Alcohol is bad. He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s taking advantage of you, but he’s also not objecting to it. He’d never do anything that makes you uncomfortable. One glass wouldn’t be so bad, right?

“Sure. One glass won’t hurt.”

You open a brand new bottle of wine and pour two glasses, bringing them to him in the living room. The storm outside doesn't look like it’s getting any better. It might go on all night. It’s a good thing you have a guest room. You turn the lamp on, giving a dim glow around you two. It’s all very romantic.

“You know, you don’t have to walk me home every day, right?”

Spencer shrugs and takes a small sip of wine. “I want to.”

“Why?”

Whether Spencer notices or not, he scoots closer to you so that his knee touches yours. “I work with murderers and bad people. I know how much can change in a matter of seconds. I don’t want anything happening to you. I might be lanky but I know how to fight.”

You rest your arm across the back of the couch, your fingers barely brushing against his shoulder. “You’re not lanky. You’re pretty.”

He laughs. “Thank you. You’re pretty, too.” He sets his glass of wine on the coffee table and seemingly sits closer to you. You pretend not to notice but you do. “Plus, the idea of something happening to you drives me crazy. The thought of not hearing about your day drives me crazy. The idea of someone else walking you home drives me crazy.”

“What?” you whisper.

Spencer looks at your lips which look so kissable in the dim lighting. They always look kissable but he has the courage now. Maybe it was the one sip of wine had or maybe he’s done pretending like there isn’t something between you two.

“I’m gonna kiss you now to show you just how crazy you drive me.”

He leans in closer but you don’t move an inch. You could stop him but you’ve been thinking about kissing him since you two met. His lips touch yours, a test kiss. A soft and tender kiss to test the waters. When you show no sign of rejecting him, he slides his hand in your hair and presses his lips harder against yours.

You open your mouth to him and he slides his tongue in. For someone who is awkward with romance, he sure does know how to kiss. Even after the rain stops and his clothes are dried, he doesn't leave. In fact, he doesn’t leave until the very next morning.

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[itsonlyjoseph]

Port Valley | Bucky Barnes x reader - Chapter 3

Synopsis: Nat convinces your to a night on the town that quickly turns sour because of John Walker, but Bucky is always there to help...

Warning: fluff, bad grabby hands (not bucky)

Word count: 2k

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This is was bad. This was very bad.

You were supposed to be healing. Suppose to be focusing on yourself, yet you went to sleep last night with James’ broad shoulders and gigantic biceps on your mind.

Very bad indeed.

You had been so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realise you’d run into someone.

Bright red hair flew everywhere as you collided, followed by the sound of laughter.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You stuttered.

“It’s okay, hey wait- you’re Y/N, right?” The woman asked.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You responded, somewhat awkwardly.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, I’m Natasha. I bartend at O’Malleys most nights.”

“Oh, I haven’t really had a chance to check it out yet…”

“That’s okay. Where are you headed? I’ll walk with you.”

“I was headed to work, but I’m a little early…”

“Perfect! Let’s get breakfast!”

“Uh, okay. Sure.”

You walked along side the fiery redhead, chatting about work and life and how she knew about you until you’d arrived at the diner.

She suggested you take a corner booth and then you ordered, she said you’d love the French toast. Your food arrived shortly after and you began to eat.

“So, I hear you’re from New York. What’s that like?”

“It’s okay. Expensive. I’m glad I left though.” You said truthfully.

“Yeah, I heard about what happened…” She said, eyebrows turning up.

“Does everyone in this town know?”

“No! Not at all. I just hear a lot.” She laughed.

“God, I was so shocked. I thought we’d be together forever. You know, the kind of couple that’s better than everyone else, nobody has a connection like us kind of thing.”

“I got cheated on when I was in high school. Asshole went after my best friend at the time.”

“God, men are such asshole.”

“Oh, most of em’ are, yeah.” She laughed, in turn making you chuckle.

“Hey, why don’t you come out tonight. You can meet a bunch of people and have fun! I’ll stick by you the whole night.”

“I don’t know…”

“I promise it’ll be fun. I’ll introduce you to my friends so they can become your friends too.”

“Uh, okay. You know what, sure.” You shrugged.

Back in New York, you use to love going bar hopping and clubbing with your friends. Nowadays, you preferred the comfort and safety of your own bedroom where you can wallow in self pity without prying eyes. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

After a short beat of silence, Natasha swallowed her mouthful of food and looked back at you.

“Any guys you’ve seen around that you like?”

“Absolutely not. I’ve sworn off men forever.”

“Honestly, I don’t blame you.” She laughed.

“What about you? Are you seeing anyone?” You asked, and found yourself suddenly praying to god that she wasn’t seeing James.

You frowned and quickly shook the thought away.

“Oh, god no! The men here are like brothers to me! We all went to high school together and have seen each others worst times. It’d be too weird!”

“That really leaves slim pickings for a potential candidate.”

“Eh, someone will roll into town and sweep me away eventually.” She shrugged.

After that, you both got back to eating until your plates were empty and it was time to go.

“I’ll admit, that was pretty delicious.” You said, your feet crunching on the snow as the two of you walked back towards Winnie’s book store.

“Told ya! Now listen, I’ll text you when we decide to meet up, okay.” She said, shaking her phone in her hand, signifying that number you just gave her.

“Okay, uh, what should I wear?”

“Trying to impress someone?” She smirked.

“No! No, not at all, I just figured that bar etiquette is different here than it is in New York.”

“Just wear jeans and maybe a nice top that shows off the girls. That’s what I always do.”

“Okay.” You laughed.

****

It was 9:30pm and Nat had texted you to meet them in 20 minutes. You were kind of nervous, you must admit. You changed your outfit about 5 times until you just decided on a pair of blue jeans and a tight, fitted black top that was low cut around the chest area. Just like Nat said.

“You’re going out?” Your dad asked when he saw you putting on your coat, his eyebrows raised as if he was surprised.

“Yeah, I met the bartender at O’Malleys and she invited me out tonight.”

“Oh, that’s great! Natasha’s great. Have fun sweetie.”

“Thanks dad.”

You admit it would take some getting use to with everyone knowing everyone in this town. That meant everyone knowing everyone’s business.

****

The bar was surprisingly busy considering the small population of the town. It seemed to be mostly younger people and people around your age which was nice. You took your coat off and hung up by the door, before smoothing over your freshly done hair and making your way through the crowd to find Nat.

“Y/N! Over here!” You heard.

You looked over to see Nat sitting in a big group of men and women. The only one you seemed to recognise was her and… James. You should’ve guessed they’d be friends.

“Y/N, these are my friends. This is Steve, John, Sam, Wanda and of course, you know Bucky.”

“Bucky?”

“It’s a nickname.” Nat added. “Only his mom gets to call him James.” He joked.

You decided not to tell her that you’d called him James a number of times without repercussions. James seemed to also take notice of this.

Everyone in the booth shuffled along slightly to make room for you. You sat down next to Nat and the conversation began immediately. Although it didn’t take long for the conversation to turn to you.

“So, Y/N, how’s working with Bucks mom?” Sam asked you.

“Uh, it’s great. She’s a great woman.”

“Yeah, Bucky told us she employed someone from outta’ town.” Steve smirked.

You briefly looked over to see the tips of James’ ears burning red. He talked about you?

“Uh, yeah, came from the city.”

****

You’d been at the pub for almost 2 hours, chatting to Nat and her friend Wanda, occasionally chatting to the guys as well. You hadn’t really said anything to James though.

You’d learned that Wanda worked at the post office and that you’d both liked romcoms and other girly things enough to become fast friends.

“I’ll get us more drinks.” You smiled at Wanda and Nat before scooting out of the booth.

You were standing by the bar, waiting to be served when you felt a presence behind you.

“Hey.”

You turned to see John standing too close for comfort.

“Oh, hi.” You mumbled out awkwardly.

“Having fun?” He smirked.

“Yeah, totally. Lots of fun.” You went to take a step back but quickly realised you were already against the bar

“Listen, maybe we should go somewhere quieter.” He said in a sultry voice.

“Quieter?”

“Yeah, like my truck.” He said, bringing his hand up your thigh.

Your eyes widened in realisation and tried to laugh it off.

“I’m okay here.”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”

“No really, I’d rather stay here.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

You were about to respond when a large hand clamped down on John’s shoulder and pulled him back slightly.

“She said no, man.” It was James. You didn’t even notice him stand and walk over to you.

“What do you care?”

“Come on, you’re drunk.” He said, calmly.

“I knew you wanted to fuck her.” John slurred out, glaring at James and pointing an accusatory finger.

“Just leave her alone.”

“Jealous that I’ll get there first?” John said as he sloppily put an arm around your waist and pulled you roughly into his side. “You can have her after m-“

Before John could even finish what he was going to say, James grabbed both his lapels and shoved him away from you.

“I said leave her alone.”

“What, you think you have some claim over this slu-“ John once again didn’t get to finish his sentence because James’ fist connected with his cheek in a deafening crack.

It made you gasp and raise your hand to your mouth in shock.

The punch garnered the attention of the rest of the group and lots of other patrons.

“What the fuck, Barnes?” John seethed.

John wiped his lip and stormed off, out of the bar. You were still in shock at what had happened, you didn’t realise that Nat had ran up to you.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

Finally, you looked up to see James was leaving without looking back. Sam and Steve rushed after him.

“Uh, yeah.” You muttered.

“Come on, let’s go.” Nat ushered.

“Jeez, we’re sorry Y/N, John’s never behaved like that before.” Wanda apologised.

“It’s fine guys, really.”

****

Two days later, you were in the book store alone when the doorbell chimed.

You didn’t look up, thinking it was just another customer but froze once you heard the voice.

“Hey.”

Your eyes shot up to see James sheepishly standing there. His eyes were hard and unreadable, as usual, but he’d taken his hat off and tucked his hair behind his ears.

“James. Hi.” You said, surprised.

“How you doin’?”

“I’m fine.”

James shifted in his feet.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay after the other night.”

“I’m okay. Thank you for... coming to my rescue.” You said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“John’s an asshole. Always has been.” James said, just as hard as always.

“Yeah, I’m not surprised.”

Your eyes travelled down to James’ hand to see the torn up skin of his knuckles.

“God, look at your hand.”

He looked down but didn’t say anything.

“Come on, I’ll clean it for you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Please, It’s the least I can do.”

James stiffly nodded after a moment of hesitation. You smiled and locked the front door and put up the closed sign and wandered to the back, James following sheepishly behind.

The first aid skin probably hadn’t been used in years but that was okay.

You and James sat facing each other with your knees touching. He was so much bigger than you’d thought up close. You could see the muscles in his arms and shoulder moving under his shirt every time he did anything.

The broken skin looked red and sore but James never moved a muscle when you dabbed and wiped at the dried blood.

“There. That should be good.” You muttered, before looking up.

James was very close to you. Closer than you thought. His pale blue eyes were so bright and locked right on yours. Your gaze moved all over his face until they landed on his pink, pillowy lips.

James must have noticed your gaze linger on his mouth because his lips parted ever so slightly and he released a shallow breath.

Your eyes moved back up to his before you felt yourself start to lean in. James followed suit, just as slowly.

You were about 3 inches away from each other when a voice interrupted you.

“Y/N dear, the door was locked is everything ok-“

Winnie started, stopping when she saw the state you and her son were in. She had to force herself not to jump for joy at the sight in front of her.

You and James had jumped away from each other, but clearly not far enough due to the sly grin that spread across Winnie’s face.

“What’s going on?” She asked, smiling.

“We were just talking-“

“I was fixing his hand-“

You and James both tried to answer at the same time.

Winnie didn’t say anything more. She just smirked and turned to walk away, making the air tense.

There was another moment of silence between you and James, neither of you really knowing what to say. And not really having the courage to look at each other.

He stood up and was awkwardly shuffling to the door to leave.

“Uh, thanks.” He mumbled, eyes on the ground and then he was gone.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 37

Part 1 Part 36

Between being poked and prodded by doctors, visitors trickle in. Hopper stops by, gruff as he claps Steve on the shoulder. Mrs. Byers pops in too; she hugs him gently, kissing his forehead with warm lips. Something inside of Steve burns.

His Mom doesn’t come. Neither does his Dad. Or Tommy and Carol. Steve wonders what it says about him that no one he knows comes by. From before. Before monsters and strangers made their homes in Steve’s life in equal measure

His life is thin. And everyone is holding it up to the fluorescent hospital lighting and looking right through it. Like his old Hawkins High basketball shirt from Freshman year, worn and washed enough to make the thread loose and thin everywhere but the seams – almost translucent. No one who knows him comes. 

But Eddie never leaves his side.

He’s still there three days into Steve’s hospital stay when Nancy Wheeler shuffles in, Barbara Holland flanking her like a bodyguard. 

Steve shuffles up in his bed, foisting himself up with the multiple pillows Eddie’d stacked behind him earlier. Barbara loiters in the door, light glinting off her glasses almost menacingly as she purses her lips and looks Steve up and down.

“Harrington,” she says, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. 

“Holland,” Steve says, voice still croaky. 

Eddie’s not saying anything, but he’s sitting up in his seat now, staring fixedly at Nancy as she does the same. Neither of them are blinking. He clutches the sheets tightly, wrong-footed.

“Glad you’re not dead,” Barbara says, ignoring whatever Eddie and Nancy have going on.

Steve nods, clearing his throat, looking down at his lap. He tries to run his fingers through his hair, and meets only stubbled skin. It’s just another nail in King Steve Harrington’s coffin. A week in that other place, and it’s hard to put him on, like a fancy suit. But now the suit’s for his own funeral, and he doesn’t know how to talk to anyone who isn’t Eddie or Will.

“I’m sorry about Tommy,” Steve says, blurts involuntarily in the silence. He hears Eddie shift, doesn’t look up from his lap to see how anyone else is reacting. “That wasn’t cool.”

He thinks of Tommy slinging the same curses at Barbara that his Dad slurs at the television screen when he’s three whiskeys deep. Thinks of Barbara’s nasty voice in the Upside-Down, hears her saying, maybe he’s off with his parents, like they’d ever take him anywhere.

Like they’d even realized he was missing. 

“You’re not responsible for Tommy Hagain,” Barbara says, “I don’t give a fuck about Tommy Hagan. I care that you’re friends with such a piece of shit.”

Nancy lets out a sharp, reprimanding, “Barb!” 

Barbara continues, ignoring her friend. “You don’t get a free pass because you tried to get eaten by a monster.”

Steve snorts, looking up at Barbara Holland, really looking at her for maybe the first time. Her jaws clenched, chin held high. She looks like she’s just as likely to deck him as help him with his homework. Tommy Hagain had shouted slurs at her back that could get her killed, lies or not, while Steve made excuses, and she’d still showed up in his hospital room before his best friend. 

Steve looks Barbara in the eyes and says the only thing he can, “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

Barbara squints at him judgmentally before rolling her eyes and taking a seat by Eddie’s side. “Whatever, Harrington,” she says, eyeing him critically. “How are the injuries?”

“I’m fine,” Steve says, ignoring Eddie’s scoff. “I’ll be out of here soon–”

“–with required physical therapy–” Eddie interrupts. 

Steve plows on, “–and back to school in no time.”

“–after another week of bed rest.”

“Glad that’s all cleared up then,” Barbara says.

As if Eddie’s attention finally being away from her has made her bolder, Nancy shuffles her way closer, sitting on the foot of Steve’s bed. Everyone else goes quiet. Barbara’s eyebrows are raised as she looks over at her friend, and Eddie looks one second away from lunging out of his chair and ripping out her throat. Clearly, something had happened while he’d been away.

“Steve?” Nancy says, shoulders back, chin raised, as she finally meets Steve’s gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Steve blinks. “For what?” 

Nancy bites her lip, shifting her gaze to the empty side of the room. “For leaving you at the party,” she says.

“Nancy–”

“And for,” she says, looking down at her clasped hands before looking back up into his eyes. “You were gone, and Jonathan–”

She stops talking abruptly, looking at Steve beseechingly, like he should already know what she’s talking about. He looks over to Eddie, hoping for help, but Eddie’s too busy glaring at Nancy, so he looks over at Barbara, hoping she’ll put him out of his misery.

“Nancy and Jonathan have a thing going on,” she says, mouth pursed again, but this time, like she feels bad for him. It takes him a minute to figure out why.

“Nancy, it’s fine,” Steve says, trying to think of a tactful way to tell her he’d forgotten they were dating at all. “We kissed a few times, that’s all.”

He doesn’t know how to tell her that his life rearranged itself around Eddie Munson and Will Byers, can’t explain the pull – the way she sort of fell away on his list of priorities, without it sounding cruel.

“Really?” Nancy asks, at the same time that Eddie says, “are you serious?”

Steve nods. “Really,” he says, meeting Nancy’s eyes. They’re glittering, and he can almost remember that feeling from before. The euphoria of having Nancy WHeeler’s undivided attention. But then Eddie takes his hand, and it fades back again. “Friends?” He looks from Barbara to Nancy, offering the branch to both girls.

Barbara shrugs, but Nancy smiles, “Friends.”

They don’t stay much longer, both slinking off now that the air’s been cleared. Eddie stays by his side, like he always does.

“You’re really fine with her running off with Big Byers?” he asks. “Just like that?”

Steve rubs the back of his head, grimacing at the way the prickly hairs feel on his palm. “Does it make me an asshole if I forgot we were going out?”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs, tangled hair trailing down his back, neck muscles straining. His eyes are twinkling as he answers, “I think just this once, you get a pass.”

It's not long until his next visitors of the day stop by. Luckily, they end up being far more enjoyable. Will comes into the room, standing in front of the door, hand clasped on the doorframe.

A body collides with his back, sending him stumbling forward as his fingers scrabble to keep their grip on the frame.

“Will,” a childish voice whines form behind him. “Let me in!”

Eddie’s laughing at his side as Will smiles sheepishly at them. “I brought the party,” he says, looking at his shoes and then up to Steve’s eyes repeatedly. “They wanted to meet you.”

Steve’s stomach flutters, a weird mix of anxiety and excitement coursing through him. “Uh, okay,” he says, sitting up straighter to try to look over Will’s shoulder and see whoever is trying to get past him into the room.

Will steps to the side, and nerdy kids pour in. The first a gap-toothed kid with curly hair. He smiles broadly at Steve, bouncing up to Steve’s bed. Next is a black kid with an awkward smile, shuffling his feet as he follows his friend over to Steve, rubbing the back of his head. Lastly, is Nancy’s brother. Steve recognizes the chubby cheeks and awkward haircut from the pictures lining the Wheeler’s staircase.

His arms are crossed, and he’s glaring at Steve, but he comes up to Steve by Will’s side.

“Children,” Eddie says, opening his arms magnanimously from his seated position, like he’s welcoming them to his grand castle. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

The curly-haired kid squints at him, “don’t you live in the trailer park?”

Eddie puts his hand to his heart, falling back into the chair like he’s been shot. “You wound me, Henderson,” he says, wobbling his bottom lip like he’s about to cry. “I live to serve my King.”

It’s a joke, he knows it’s a joke, but it curls strangely in Steve’s stomach. Like he’d eaten bad Chinese food but wanted to keep eating more. He decides not to think about it anymore.

“You wanna introduce us?” Steve asks, looking at Will.

Will looks up at him through his bangs, smiling softly. “Steve, this is Dustin,” he says, pointing at the hyper kid with the missing teeth, “Lucas,” gesturing at the awkward smile kid still loitering behind him, “and—”

“Wheeler,” Steve finishes. “You look a lot like your sister.”

Mike grimaces, glaring at Steve. “It’s Mike,” he says.

Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. “Will talked about you all,” Steve says. Will smiles bashfully, and Mike’s frown lines lessen, clearly pleased. “Told me all about your adventures.”

Dustin sits familiarly on the edge of Steve’s bed, bouncing with excitement. “Will told us you played D & D with him!” he says, as if that was leagues more impressive than fighting real-life monsters, “and that you kicked Xanthar’s ass!”

Steve’s mind’s still a bit hazy with drugs, but he remembers Will whispering hints conspiratorially into his ear, practically leading him by the hand to his victory roll.

“Beginner’s luck,” Eddie says, reaching over to pat Steve’s thigh. “I’ll get you next time, Stevie.”

That gets Lucas into the mix. “Next time?” he asks, awkward smile turning genuine and excited. Even Mike can’t tamp down the glimmer of interest in his eyes as he leans closer to Eddie. Steve can’t blame him. Eddie’s got this magnetism about him – it either draws you in or repels you back out.

“You’ll play again?” Will asks, enthusiastic.

Eddie leans his elbow on Steve’s bed, and he knows by the sly glance sent his way that he’s in trouble. “I’m in if Steve here is.”

The force of four children sending wide-eyed pleading looks his way is enough to send him huffing back into his pillows. “This isn’t fair,” he says, glaring at Eddie, even as his heart blooms. Eddie just keeps smiling at him. “Fine!” He throws his hands in the air before crossing them in a huff. “But I lost my character sheet.”

Eddie brightens, reaching beneath Steve’s mattress, and pulling something out. It’s a crumpled piece of paper, torn at the edges, and stained. He smooths it out before handing it over to Steve.

Steve looks down at the character sheet Eddie had made for him, his character’s name and stats printed at the time, Steve’s own notes scrawled along the bottom as things had come up.

“I hid it when the scientists started stealing our shit for their tests,” he says, leaning back in his chair, obviously pleased. “I figured a paper originally from the Upside-Down would be right up their alley, so I snagged it for you.”

There’s a lump in Steve’s throat. He pushes past it, muttering a quiet, “thanks,” as he runs shaky fingers over the ragged paper.

As children bicker around him, begging to play right away, Steve looks down at the paper and thinks that Eddie Munson might just be a miracle.

Part 38

[amgk22]

Lukas Reichel x reader please?

Maybe you always crush on these Pinterest hockey couple pictures and he mocks you all the time until he invites you to one of his hockey games and asks the social media girl to take a cute picture as a surprise?

photogenic. lukas reichel

synopsis: you always get jealous of how pretty other girls look with their hockey couples- and lukas always teases you for it. however, at a special game on your birthday, lukas brings your pinterest board ideas to life.

warnings: none!! just FLUFF.

“Why can’t we take cute photos like that?” You ask, trying to get the attention of your cute boyfriend. “Lukas?”

“What?” He mumbles; turning around from the toaster. “Getting jealous over the pinterest photos?”

You nod. “They just look so perfect! And I can even find you in them.”

“Really?” Lukas asks, stepping over. “Show me. God; it better not be embarrassing..”

You scroll up, pressing on a photo of Lukas on the ice, which to be honest looks pretty cute. “I like it,” shrugs Lukas. “You gonna save that one?”

You press the download image button. “You bet I am,” you chuckle, looking back at him as a pop sound echoes through the living room. “Uh, you better get that toast out.”

“Oh yeah, shit,” Lukas laughs, running back over. “But seriously; don’t compare yourself to people on Pinterest,” he suggests, grabbing the toast and placing it on a plate. “You’re way prettier than them.”

“It’s not about being prettier!” You exclaim jokingly. “I just like the aesthetic of the photos..and I think we’d look pretty cute.”

“Might get my fangirls jealous, y’know,” Lukas reminds you. “Imagine how some of the guys in Jersey be feeling. They’ve got an entire city of 12 year old fan girls!”

“Glad that’s not you,” You smile. “I like keeping you all to myself.”

You see the smallest hint of a blush come through his face, as he spreads the butter over the toast. “Tomorrow’s your birthday, why are you so worried about others?” Lukas asks. “You should be thinking about what I’m gonna get you.”

“It better be good,” You say, letting out a quick yawn. “Y’know, I’m kind of tired..I’m gonna go to bed now.”

“Sounds good,” Lukas nods. “Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

That morning, from the second you wake up, you feel great. You were 22 years old- finally he couldn’t use the excuse that he was older than you. The bed felt comfier than usual. And Lukas was right there when you woke up.

“Happy birthday, sunshine,” Lukas says, leaning closer. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good,” you say, resisting a faint blush. “I can’t believe it, I’m 22…”

“It’s gonna be great today,” Lukas grins. “I’ve got a couple tricks up my sleeve..come over here, I’ve got a surprise.”

“Here?” You ask, pulling off your blanket and stepping onto the floor. Your legs are a bit wobbly, as they always are, but you regain balance as soon as you feel Lukas’ warm arm on your shoulder.

“Yup, here,” Lukas says proudly. “But I’ve got somethin else outside. That’s for later.”

“Should I close my eyes?” You chuckle, closing them anyway.

“Keep em shut,” Lukas insists, holding on you tighter. He leads you through the house; then to where you guess is the living room. “Okay, open your eyes.”

You open your eyes; and look around to see streamers everywhere. Balloons. And they’re all in your colour. “Wow!” You exclaim. “It’s amazing!”

“Luckily I got a buddy who just had a birthday,” Lukas says. “He could lend these to me, so I can save up for the real surprise.”

“You’re a hockey player,” You chuckle. “Don’t you have the money?”

Lukas rolls his eyes. “Well, yes, I do..but that’s for other things.”

You nod playfully. “Sure, sure..now what is this other surprise?”

“It’s at the arena, since practice starts early today. I got you a coffee to keep your energy up,” Lukas tells you. “Wanna go now? Or should I reschedule it?”

You shake your head. “No need to reschedule. I’ll take the coffee,” You say, grabbing the coffee and sighing in pleasure as the caffeine reaches your tongue.

“You and your coffee,” Lukas smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Come on, sunshine,” he says.

A couple sips later, you zone back in and realize you’re at the door. “Ladies first,” Lukas says, bowing as if he’s a prince.

“Why thank you,” You curtsy, almost spilling your coffee as you leave the house.

“You sure you wanna go down the stairs?” Lukas asks.

“Elevators could break,” You shrug. “Remember last time?”

Lukas laughs. “Don’t remind me, love. I’ll carry you down.”

Before you can resist, you feel yourself picked up by Lukas, being held like a princess. You grip onto your coffee for dear life, while also snuggling up to his warm body.

He makes sure to not jolt you as he steps down the stairs through your apartment complex. His arms tighten, before letting you go at the bottom.

“I got us a taxi,” Lukas says. “Well, not really a taxi. Just Landon.”

You peek inside the taxi, to see one of Lukas’ teammates, Landon Slaggert. “To the arena,” Lukas says, leading you into the back seat with him.

“Sounds good.” As the car starts, Lukas looks at you, putting his hands on your waist.

“You look perfect,” He whispers in your ear. “You know that, right?”

You nod. “I know,” You mumble. “You tell me every day.” He leans in for a kiss, his hands rubbing your back tightly.

“Beautiful,” He says in between kisses. “Just beautiful.”

You snuggle up to him, your lips connecting with his once more before you sit in his lap. “Now, what’s the surprise?” You ask.

“Well,” Lukas chuckles. “I want it to be a surprise, sunshine. We’re almost there, you need to be patient.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” You pout; looking out the window. The sky is clear, the snow is melting, it’s a good day in Chicago.

The taxi parks in the lot, you and Lukas holding hands as you exit the vehicle.

“Just tell me,” You complain. “Please?!”

“I know what it is,” Landon adds.

“Then tell me!” You exclaim, almost begging.

“You’ll love it,” Lukas smiles. “It’s just in here, sunshine…”

As you reach the door, Lukas opens it for you, and you walk in..to see a brunette girl. Tall, a bit chubby, with a camera in her hand. You know her.. “Hi, I’m the social media girl,” The lady says. “I’m here to take the photo. We don’t have much time- they want a whole scrapbook of Bedards.”

“Come again?” You ask, looking back at Lukas. “A photo? Since when? Don’t you have practice?”

“That was a lie,” Lukas says proudly, his hands on his hips. “The game isn’t until 7:00 tonight. You know how jealous you are of those Pinterest photos? I-“

“You brought them to life!” You exclaim. “This is amazing!”

“Before you ask; there’s bigger gifts,” Lukas chuckles. “I just thought you’d like this as a little treat.”

Your smile widens, looking between the social media girl and Lukas. “So,” The lady says. “Shall we begin?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes!”

the photo::

[justanotherescapism]

The Greatest

Jack Sparrow x Fem!Reader

Tags: Angst and light fluff

Word Count: 891

Note: This is based on The Greatest by Billie Eilish, so credit to her for some of the song lyrics.

Jack sat on the sand, he was here at last, in Davy Jones’ locker. He had been expecting this for a while, but he wasn’t expecting her to be here with him. She sat next to him, facing away, angry at him for this predicament. The shoreline wasn’t far and the gentle breeze was refreshing from the harsh sun that was setting now. 

“Look, love, you knew this were gonna happen at some point.”

She just scoffed, this was the first time either had said a word since they realized where they were. She laid down, hoping he would leave her alone. Even now, he still couldn’t see. She was going to die with him here, and still he couldn’t accept the blame. She shut her eyes, hoping she could sleep but all she felt was the terror she felt when she was taken by the kraken. The tentacles wrapping around the ship, the deep fear of the water. Elizabeth kissing Jack, and him seemingly kissing back. She knew Jack was attracted to Elizabeth, she had eyes, and reasonable judgment but her fears all came true in that moment. She wasn’t his priority, not in the way she wanted to be. 

In the morning, Jack was still asleep when she woke up. Watching him sleep, she still felt anger and sadness but also fear. How long would they survive? Hunger didn’t seem to change here, and she was glad because there was nothing on the Pearl and there was nothing but sand everywhere else. But then again, there was no-one else here, so they would have to die at some point. She began to cry silently. 

Jack began to stir, finally waking. She turned back away from him but he caught her for a split second. He didn’t say anything, just sat up and looked at the sun, trying to gauge what time it was. He then shuffled across the sand to be by her side. She didn;t react at first, but then moved to stand up. She still didn’t look at him, she thought about going back to the Black Pearl but what would be the point, there was nothing there. She picked a direction, and started walking. Honestly, she’d rather be anywhere but with him now. 

“Where are you going, love?”

“Don’t call me love.”

He ran after her. She was the only other person here and he sure as hell wasn’t dying alone. 

“Where are you walking to? There’s nothing here.”

“Anywhere but with you.” 

“That hurts.”

She turned around to him, now he could see that her eyes were red and sore, her cheeks flushed. She punched him straight in the face, her fist connected to his cheek. He fell down to the floor, shocked, he didn’t think she’d actually punch him.

“Do you want to know what hurt is? I spent my whole life looking past your mistakes, your arrogance and your pride and look where it’s got me.”

“Love I-”

“I’m not done. I wake up everyday hoping things will change but they never do. Do you even like me? Or am I just a lackey for you to have around?”

“It’s not-”

“Don’t.” She began to walk off again, but then stopped when he wasn’t following. “Do you have anything to say?”

“You were the greates-”

“You’ve taken everything from me. All my love and patience, all my admiration.” 

“I swear, love-”

“All the times I waited for you to want me naked. I made it all look painless. Man, am I the greatest?” She started crying again but also laughing, rubbing the tears from her face so he wouldn’t see. She had silenced him. “I loved you, and somehow I still do. Just wanted you to stop blaming everyone else.” 

She began walking again. Her feet digging into the sand, making it hard to walk fast. Anywhere but here, she kept repeating to herself. But then a hand grabbed her shoulder, turned her around. Before she could question what was going on, lips crashed on hers. It was soft at first, but as soon as she kissed back, Jack roughened it. Both of their lips were calloused and dry and scratched against each other. His hands wrapped around her waist and hers reached up to his face, pulling him closer. He pulled away, and looked at her, his hand raised to her cheek, cradling it in his hand. She softened against it. 

“Love, I’m sorry you’re here and that we’ll die here.” She sunk into his arms. He cradled her head. She shuddered and he pulled her closer. But something was moving around her feet.

“What th-” Crabs were everywhere, scuttling along the ground. Thousands of crabs were racing towards the shoreline. Jack let go of her, and started looking behind them. The Pearl was moving towards them. 

“Get on the ship!” There feet were struggling against the sand. She spotted a rope hanging by the side of the ship, it was enough for them to climb up. Jack grabbed it and began to climb, she followed quickly behind, grabbing his hand to help her up. Once they were on, they could see the crew from the Black Pearl on the beach, drenched from the sea. She grabbed Jack’s hand, and smiled at him. They weren’t going to die here after all. 

[crescenthistory]

There is no safe space to cause detriment to. You are all so destructive in just how you are that there is no safety here. You’ve all got such mortal flaws. You, Carina, are so stupid and unlovable it’s causing the deaths of all those around you. Don’t you think your friends would be alive if you had been smart enough to check in on them? Both the little sister and your old best friend. I see what you write. Don’t you think your aunt would be alive if you were worth staying for? You aren’t. Same for Elle, she’s so arrogant and narcissistic. Had she been able to see those around her, her niece surely wouldn’t have died. It’s her fault, really. This poor “Sagittarius queen” is forever doomed to have her memory dragged through the mud by Elle. And anyone who knows Keke probably want to blow their brains out, too. Who could blame them!

this post goes out to the fucked up person wreaking havoc in our community with these asks that i and many others have been getting for a few weeks. this is me officially telling you to fuck off. you are vile. you are so so vile.

i know it won’t change anything, but i’m also tired of receiving them silently and choosing peace.

you are so despicably obsessed and — as you rightfully said to elle — cruel. i could write a hundred paragraphs about it. i have blocked you everywhere for a reason, your insistence to keep coming back is an excellent reflection of who you are. first you love me and want to protect me from people who haven’t even hurt me in the first place — then you decide to be the one inflicting pain?

none of these are okay. you are not okay.

if you think people are being cruel to me by what??? literally what?? not following me? not being my friend in the way you think they should? then what the fuck do you think you’re getting out of messages like these. you said at one point that “you’ve made people hate me” — if that was your goal, you have failed, because all they do is hate you.

i am so glad i am a stable individual with a good support system around me. i sincerely hope everyone else you’re harassing also has that, because despite what you insist, they are wonderful people. no one deserves this.

you genuinely are a dangerous individual. i will keep blocking and reporting you until you go away. i just had to say my fucking piece because i refuse to be used and stepped on like this and have my loved ones be spoken about like this.

from the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

[raccoonface]

“T-Tara?”

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Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh I haven’t decided. Swearing, idk what else

And yes. This is a series.

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Masterlist Part One Part Two…(coming soon)

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Tara was skipping. Again. A habit that became because of her friend Amber. Tara and Amber are best friends, they’ve been since middle school.

Tara was skipping English class because Amber convinced her she already had a good enough grade to pass the last semester of high school. Let’s just say Tara’s a little gullible…

While skipping class Tara and Amber were hiding underneath the bleachers. Amber said she wanted to show Tara something.

“Hey Tara!”

“Hey Amber!”

They were whispering because of an ongoing gym class that was active around them.

“I have something to show you”

“I know we’ve talked about this Amber”

“Yeah but you know”

“Just hurry up and show me”

Tara kept on hurrying because she had never been skipping underneath the bleachers before.

“Alright.”

Amber had brought out her phone from her back pocket to show Tara something.

-WHISTLEEEEEEE-

“HEY WHAT ARE YALL LADIES DOING UNDERNEATH THE BLEACHERS”

“Amber! What do we do?!”

“…. We run”

They both bolted off accidentally leaving Tara’s backpack

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After they bolted off they ended up outside of school in a park.

“A-Amber”

Tara was having a little asthma attack after all of that running

“Yeah? Wait where’s your bag at?!” Amber obviously not focused on the more important subject.

“I-I need… my inhaler”

She was taking big breaths in between the words

“Oh shit right my bad,”

Amber was looking everywhere but couldn’t find her inhaler Tara gave her

“Damn it”

“Hey!”

Some Random person came up to them

“You look a little out of breath… here.”

The polite stranger gave her their inhaler. Tara was taking a puff of the inhaler while Amber was just apologizing and thanking the person

“I am so so so so so so sorry Tara I didn’t mean to not bring your extra inhaler… and thank you you so so so so so much for lending her your inhaler.”

Amber was really hoping Tara didn’t hate her after this but that’s kinda implied.

“Yeah thanks for letting me use it”

“Of course no problem. It’s not even mine I just keep it in case someone needs it” Quite a charm of course

“Huh… that’s handy” As if she had one on her at the time.

“Maybe you should start doing that Amber” And of course Tara has to go at Amber for not remembering her inhaler.

“Tara!”

“Just saying” She could’ve died.

“Alright so I’m gonna go then if you’re Okay.” She started to walk away

“Wait! What’s your name?” A little bit of a weird question to ask when you’re probably never gonna see the person again.

“My names Y/n… what’s yours?” Let’s just say Y/n was a little weirded out.

“Uh.. Tara… Tara Carpenter”

“Nice to meet you Tara” Y/n’s gotta be polite to someone who almost just died… somewhat at least

“Nice to meet you too”

Amber was looking at them and smirking as Y/n left. Tara turned around and saw this then rolled her eyes.

“You’re so weird Amber”

“Maybe but not as weird as you were with Y/n~”

“What are you even talking about?” Tara started to get a little defensive after the statement Amber made.

“I have no idea what you’re saying Amber.”

“You know what I mean” Amber’s always teasing Tara.

“Still have no idea”

“God, you’re really helpless” Tara really is isn’t she?

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Y/ns POV

That was weird. Some random girl was having an asthma attack. I mean I gave her my extra inhaler but she seemed to be a little busy with her friend.

She was kinda cute though… what the hell are you thinking Y/n you’ll probably never see her again anyways.

I mean even if I never do again I’m glad I at least got her name. Tara. Tara Carpenter. Would it be bad if I went searching up her name?

Nah I don’t think so. It doesn’t harm anyone, does it? I put my bets on no…. I dont really know where my phones at though… that’s a little problem.

I should try and find that girl tomorrow. Maybe get her number. I should be worrying about that some time tomorrow and not right now. Because right now I need to find my phone.

Wait a minute… I’m literally using it as a flashlight… I’m a literal dumbass. Ugh. But it is time to go home. I guess I should probably start heading in that direction.

I’m so tired that I’m turning more delusional. I think I might be dying… oh well. I need my bed I wish I could just teleport there ugh.

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Tara’s POV

Jeez getting back into the gym was rough. I gotta get my bag.. hopefully they left it here.

“Aha!” They did! I was so scared they took it to the lost and found or something. I really should get out of here though. It’s getting kinda late.

The way in I took is a little while from the gym but I guess I could just take the way out from the gym… hopefully they don’t see me on the cameras tomorrow.

The gyms behind me now and I can’t stop thinking about that girl, Y/n I think her name was. She was super pretty. I’m just wondering why she was in such a rush. She also gave me a rush… but yet again that could just be from the inhaler she gave me

I still have it actually… I don’t know if I should return it or something. Wait she said to keep it.. she’s so nice. So beautiful. And smart. Well from what I know so far because bringing an extra inhalers pretty smart.

The way to my house is just over this bridge. It’s not too far away. Looking back at where I came from is a little bit farther away then I thou-

“Woah!” And of course I crash into somebody.

“Oh shit. Are you alright?” This person- wait it’s that girl- Y/n I mean.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good”

“You sure? You took a little tumble.. here let me help you up.” Y/n was built to be a goddess i just know it.

“Mhm… I’m sorry I wasn’t really looking where i was going.”

“Please it happens all the time don’t sweat it” Y/n’s perfect. Ughhhh I need to stop…. But I don’t really want to…

“Right.”

“I guess I should get going now. I’m thinking you should too probably” so thoughtful…

“Huh?.. oh yeah I should” my dumbass ‘oh yeah I should’ who the fuck says that ugh.

“Alright… bye”

“Yeah…. Bye I guess” Tara fucking Carpenter you need to stop it.

Time to go home now though. I really need to work on talking to her better. Really surprised I ran into her though… I wonder why that happened.

Probably shouldn’t think about it too much… I gotta get some sleep.

“Home sweet Home!” Finally.

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A/n-

DANG IT….. IM TWO DAYS BEHIND SCHEDULE….. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that’s my bad I’ve been way too busy these past few days to even go on my phone. I just went to Niagara Falls yesterday and the day before that I was busy with a lot of homework.

But it’s here now so ENJOY!!!

There will be a part two within time.. I have a lot planned for this story…

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 7 - Welcome | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 994 This is part 1 of a five part series Part 2

“I’m going on break, Reg.” Remus calls after he finishes wiping down the counter, “I’ll be out back.”

“Yeah, go smoke. You’ve been grumpy all day.” Regulus hums, putting the box that he was just sorting through on the ground by his feet so he remembers to shelf them later. Remus flips him off as he’s walking by to get to the back room, which makes Regulus roll his eyes, “You’re just proving my point.” And with that, the door to the back room closes and Regulus is left alone in the shop. 

It’s been a slow day so far -- what else would you expect from a small shop like theirs on a Wednesday of all days, especially since school is in session now so most of their regulars are going to be busier -- so Regulus isn’t shocked when only one person comes in seven minutes into Remus’ break. 

So Regulus takes this as ample time to grab the box he placed by his feet and start shelving the books inside. And just his luck, as he’s doing that, the bell over the door rings.

Regulus groans, picks up the box from where he’s got it on the floor after putting the last book in his hands on the shelf, and walks out of the shelves and towards the front desk, “Welcome.” He says to the patron that had just walked in, “What can I do for yo-” 

Holy shit.

Who is this man?

Tan skin with dorky glasses sitting over wide eyes. Tousled dark brown, almost black, hair that is falling absolutely everywhere in messy curls. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a physique that is badly hidden by his satin red button up and a kind smile graces his face when he turns his warm gaze on Regulus.

“Hi, is Remus in right now?” The man asks, walking towards his desk, “I told him that I would run his cane.” He holds up his hand holding a cane -- Remus’ cane, “But I don’t see him.” “He’s on his break right now.” Regulus informs him, deciding that it’s his best option to turn his gaze onto something else before he says something he shouldn’t and setting the box on the counter in front of him, sorting the books inside into stacks, “Do you want me to give it to him for you so you can be on your way?”

The man shakes his head, “Nah, I don’t have anywhere to be today, so I’ll wait for him.” Then he leans forward, resting an elbow on the counter and his smile turns into something more of a smirk, “But I wanna know more about you? I didn’t know that Remus worked with such a beauty.”

“Well I’m glad Remus isn’t going around talking about my looks since he has a boyfriend.”

“I guess.” The man shrugs with one shoulder, “But I’ve been in here several times and I’ve never seen you here before, I’m James by the way.”

“Regulus.” Is all that Regulus feels like he can say. He was expecting someone that looks like that to be in a full-fledged relationship. But here this man is, leaning over a counter and flirting with Regulus. Then Regulus clears his throat and, still avoiding James’ eyes, “I don’t like to interact with people so I’m not usually at the counter.”

“Well you should be here more. I think everyone seeing your face when they walk in would really make their day.”

“You’re horrid at flirting.”

“And yet you’re blushing.” James remarks, smirking just a bit more and tilting his head. 

He opens his mouth to say something, but before he gets the chance, Remus walks out of the back room, “James, stop harassing Regulus.” 

James laughs and stands up properly, meeting Remus in the middle and handing him his cane, to which Remus looks at him with pure gratefulness, “If you had told me about him earlier, maybe I wouldn’t be coming on as strong.”

“I’m ninety percent sure that I’ve told you about him before. And so has Sirius, because that’s his brother.” 

James’ eyes go wide and he whips his head to Regulus, looking him up and down before humming, “I do see it. Well, either way.” Then he turns to Remus, checking his watch, “I should go. Lily asked me to pick up Harry for her.”

“Alright,” Remus shakes his head, “Stop flirting with my coworker and go get your son.” James laughs at him, swats his friend on the shoulder, and walks out of the shop with a called goodbye. 

As soon as Regulus can no longer see James through any of the glass in their store front, he leans towards his coworker in a way that’s almost conspiratorial, “Who was that?”

Remus laughs, “That’s Sirius’ best friend James. The person he moved in with when he moved out.”

Regulus balks, “That was James Potter? The guy that I’ve hated for years? Why didn’t you tell me he was exactly my type?” At that, Remus’ laughter turns into a full belly laugh and he leans against the counter, “Why would I know your type? I was specifically avoiding talking to you about him because I knew that you hated him.”

“Also, did you say that he has a son?”

“Yeah,” Remus says through his dying laughter. Eventually, he’s able to calm down enough to walk back over to the cafe counter, “He found this girl he really liked in school, married her almost as soon as they graduated, had a child with her, then they learned that both of them are gay so they split ways and now they co parent.”

“So I wouldn’t be breaking up a family if I started flirting with him?”

Remus snorts, “You might break up your family. I don’t imagine Sirius would be happy if you two started dating.”

“I don’t give a shit what Sirius thinks of my dating life.” Regulus rolls his eyes.