#aka sit around and do nothing for 8 hours

[kala-mies]

I REALLY want to finish that Runt piece but unfortunately my favorite artist activity is Not Drawing so it appears that I can't do it yet

[liviawildrose]

𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝟏𝟎𝟏

the cold truth: your brain is the boss of your reality

your brain is not just a squishy organ in your skull. it’s a pattern-detecting, future-projecting, meaning-assigning machine. and your nervous system? it’s the messenger. the mood conductor. the switchboard for every single emotional, physical, spiritual vibe you feel.

if your nervous system is dysregulated (and let’s be honest most of us walking around with trauma, burnout, bad parenting, too much social media, and zero rest it is), then your brain is operating in survival mode. not goddess mode.

you feel like shit because your nervous system is hijacked

this is not your personality. this is your programming.

are you always anxious, snappy, emotionally numb, overly sensitive, tired but wired, can’t focus, can’t sleep, stuck in loops of overthinking? or maybe you feel shut down, depressed, numb, foggy, dissociated, hopeless?

you might be in dorsal vagal shutdown. it’s the freeze state. it’s what your body does when the danger feels too big to fight or run from.

and if you’re just constantly overstimulating your brain with useless content, noise, stress, porn, gossip, sugar, or doomscrolling congrats. you’re in a state of what i like to call:

✨ neural masturbation ✨

aka: mental overstimulation with zero productive output. feels good short-term, wrecks your life long-term.

but wait, you can rewire all this.

1. nervous system regulation

this is the foundation. nothing in your life changes until your nervous system feels safe. period.

→ vagus nerve activation (the holy grail):

• cold showers / face in ice water

• deep belly breathing (inhale 4, exhale 8)

• humming / chanting / singing

• slow rhythmic movement (like walking, swimming, yoga)

• touch / pressure (weighted blanket, self hugs)

• grounding in nature (barefoot on grass, laying on the earth)

→ cut stimulation

• limit social media + screen time

• no phones in bed

• 1 hour in silence every day (no input = integration)

→ rest like it’s your job

• nap

• stare at the ceiling

• do nothing without guilt

• let your brain process and chill

now relax cause first i’m gonna tell y’all about

YOUR NERVOUS SYSTEM

the nervous system is your body’s electric language.

it’s what lets you feel, move, react, survive, and thrive.

if your brain is the CPU, then your nervous system is the WiFi. and let me tell you:

bad WiFi = glitchy reality

strong, stable WiFi = smooth, sexy manifestation pipeline

so when you’re stuck in fear, shame, doubt, overthinking, self-hate spirals —

it’s often your nervous system crying:

“yo… i’m overloaded. i need safety. i need co-regulation. i need a hug and some fkn magnesium.”

THE THREE NERVOUS SYSTEM MODES

1. SYMPATHETIC STATE – “FIGHT or FLIGHT”

• activated by threat, stress, trauma, survival

• you feel: anxious, restless, angry, hyper, can’t sit still, can’t stop thinking

• body: tense muscles, shallow breath, maybe stomach issues

• mind: “i have to do more or else i’ll fail”

and the way my biology teacher told us “when you have your cumulative test in a hour and you haven’t prepared for it”

this is your hustler mode but in survival. it’s useful in short bursts, but living here full-time burns you out.

2. DORSAL VAGAL – “FREEZE or FAWN”

• when you’re overwhelmed AF, so your system shuts down

• you feel: numb, hopeless, dissociated, heavy, tired all the time, unmotivated

• mind: “what’s the point… nothing matters. i’ll never succeed.”

• body: depression, chronic fatigue, no appetite or bingeing, low energy

most depressed people stay in this state, notice how nothing exite them anymore? yeah that’s the reason

this is the shutdown zone. not your fault. your system is protecting you from past danger.

3. VENTRAL VAGAL – “SAFE & SOCIAL”

• the state of calm, creativity, confidence, clarity

• you feel: grounded, happy, motivated, connected, flowy

• body: relaxed shoulders, steady breath, sparkle in the eyes

• mind: “i got this. life is working for me. i’m safe to be seen and succeed.”

THIS is where you create magic. THIS is where you’re magnetic. THIS is where you manifest with ease.

✨ HOW TO REGULATE YOUR NERVOUS SYSTEM AND BECOME GODMODE ✨

literally regulate your nervous system and you’ll watch your life snap into place. here’s the top practices to get you into your divine ventral state daily:

breath work

slow, deep breathing tells your brain: “you’re safe now”

• box breathing (4–4–4–4) = calms anxiety

• 4-7-8 breathing = activates parasympathetic calm response

• deep belly breaths = nervous system reset. not chest. not shallow. go deep.

cold showers and face dips

“wtf” i know — but science supports this

cold activates your vagus nerve = instant mental reset

you’re literally shocking your body out of panic

BILATERAL STIMULATION (aka EMDR-style techniques)

• tapping left/right sides of your body

• eye movement back and forth

• walking with intention

this helps you process trauma, rewire beliefs, and regulate emotions

it brings both brain hemispheres into sync = POWER MODE

LISTEN TO BINAURAL BEATS + SUBLIMINALS

• 528Hz = love, healing

• 963Hz = crown chakra, divine connection

• 432Hz = natural harmony

• subliminals + these = subconscious and nervous system healing

layer it up like your sonic skincare.

CO-REGULATION / TOUCH / SAFETY

you are not meant to heal alone.

being near people who feel calm + safe will literally regulate your system through mirror neurons.

hugs, holding hands, even voice notes from your bff = nervous system gold.

even petting a dog. even hugging a pillow with lavender oil.

your nervous system doesn’t care if it’s “real” or not. it just wants love.

btw, i’m always here to listen to ya so 💗

now we talk about brain

YOUR BRAIN IS A GODDAMN UNIVERSE. TREAT IT LIKE ONE.

so let’s get this straight:

you wanna be that global idol, soloist, actress, ceo, dancer, doctor, engineer, model, teacher, lawyer, the prettiest face of luxury brands, walk with your head high while everyone’s eyes are glued to you like you’re gravity itself?

then honey? you better be training your brain like it’s a fucking star, like the most important asset of your life.

let’s talk about RAS (reticular activating system) — the gateway to your dream reality

the RAS is a filter in your brainstem that decides what you notice in the world.

you ever learn a new word and suddenly hear it everywhere? or think about someone and they text you?

that’s RAS in action. it’s the brain’s “selective attention” system.

and here’s the wild part:

✨ it’s programmable. ✨

so if you wake up and feed it images of wealth, beauty, love, success, peace, power

the RAS will start scanning the environment for ways to make that real.

you’ll start seeing opportunities.

you’ll meet the right people.

you’ll “magically” land where you need to be.

it’s not coincidence. it’s science.

✧ start here: train your RAS everyday

1. create a vision board (digital, physical, mental doesn’t matter)

2. make a mind movie (a video of your dream life set to music that activates you)

3. record your affirmations in your own voice and listen to them while you get ready

4. journal like you’re already living your dream —“today i woke up in paris with flowers on my balcony…” (you can totally use chatgpt for this)

your subconscious doesn’t know the difference between real + imagined.

so imagine obsessively.

protect your cognitive real estate:

aka: no, you don’t need to be in every group chat. no, you don’t need to scroll till 3am.

attention is your most expensive currency.

every time you give it to something stupid, you’re telling your RAS: “this is what matters.”

→ unfollow people who drain you

→ clear your digital clutter

→ 1 hour a day = no screen, no noise, just you

→ read real books. journal like it’s a prayer. stare into space and let your brain breathe

your nervous system is a little animal you have to soothe it like one.

stop trying to “outthink” your trauma.

you have to out-feel it. (that’s what therapist are for)

you don’t need a new life.

you need a nervous system that can hold the life you already want.

nervous system magic:

• vagus nerve stim: humming, chanting, cold exposure, slow touch

• qigong, yoga, cat-cow movements

• barefoot on the earth

• safe connection: hug someone. or yourself. or a pillow. oxytocin heals.

• rest like a ritual: sleep in blackout, no screens 2 hours before bed, soft music, magnesium

build a focus temple in your life

focus is the biggest asset in today’s world

you can’t be god-level if you’re scattered.

ritualize your focus like monks light incense:

• pick one sacred hour of the day for deep work

• same playlist, same drink, same setup every time = anchors your brain

• eliminate all distractions. wear headphones. close tabs. put phone in another room.

• set timer. 25 mins on, 5 mins off. brain LOVES structure.

discipline is not punishment.

discipline is devotion to the future you.

final rituals: become a high-frequency brain baddie

• daily dopamine reset: no phone for first 30 mins. no junk food. movement > screen.

• write “evidence logs”: every time something good happens, write it down. builds trust.

• label your thoughts: not “i suck” → “this is a scarcity thought pattern. i choose abundance.”

• use scents to program memory — perfume, incense, oils = mood anchors

• mirror work: say it until your cells believe it

• microdoses of beauty: fresh flowers. sunlight. favorite song. brain food for the soul.

• romanticize boring shit: do dishes in your favourite pjs with some music. make your smoothie like it’s a spell. trick your brain into seeing the sacred in the mundane.

YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE, BUT YOUR BRAIN? IT’S THE ALTAR.

you wanna be a superstar? then you gotta treat your brain like a sacred device, a divine motherboard, a throne room where gods hold council.

no more trash inputs, okay?

• Omega-3s (salmon, walnuts, chia seeds): makes your brain juicy & sharp like a sword.

• Dark chocolate (real, not sugary junk): boosts serotonin and cognition.

• Avocados: healthy fats = smooth thinking.

• Blueberries: literal brain magic. anti-aging. memory-boosting. psychic fairy food.

• Green tea: focus, calm, clarity.

• Turmeric (with black pepper): anti-inflammatory. sharpens your third eye, no joke.

avoid: processed junk, white sugar, excess caffeine, soda these kill your neurons and steal your shine.

CRYSTALS FOR BRAINS THAT RULE REALITIES:

wanna think like a god? wear your altar. hold your ritual. program your crystals.

Fluorite

known as the “Genius Stone” clarity, order, concentration

Amethyst

balances moods, enhances spiritual downloads, calms anxiety

Clear Quartz

master healer amplifies any thought or intention

Labradorite

unlocks intuition, helps access creativity and divine inspiration

Lapis Lazuli

throat + third eye activation — confidence, insight, articulation

(there are more so please do your own research too)

SUBLIMINALS ARE PSYCHIC STEROIDS. USE THEM WISELY.

you wanna rewire your reality? go subliminal.

subliminals = messages that bypass your conscious filter and go straight into your subconscious (the part of your mind that rules 95% of your life).

use subliminals to:

• upgrade your looks (yes, facial structure and skin can shift)

• enhance intelligence, memory, learning speed

• remove limiting beliefs

• manifest luxury, fame, love, power, anything

• regulate emotions + trauma

listen while you sleep. stack affirmations. make your own. reprogram your thoughts like you’re rewriting code. (i personally don’t cause my head hurts but everyone on the internet seems to function fine after listening overnight so you do you, see what works for you)

“OUR EMOTIONS SHAPE OUR DESTINY.” – DR. LISA FELDMAN BARRETT

yes. that’s the queen.

Lisa Feldman Barrett – one of the most iconic modern psychologists.

she said: “Emotions are not just feelings. They are predictions your brain makes about the world.”

baby. this means your emotions aren’t just cute little inner weather reports

they’re codes. previews. they shape how you perceive the world and what you attract.

CONTROL EMOTIONS = CONTROL DESTINY

if you can master your emotional reactions, you can literally start sculpting your fate.

you’ll go from:

“omg why is this happening to me 🥺”

to:

“ah. this is a trigger. this is old wiring. time to reprogram it. thanks, universe.”

USE YOUR EMOTIONS AS FUEL:

• anger → power.

• sadness → transformation.

• jealousy → awareness of what you want.

• boredom → signal to evolve.

your emotions are tools. not curses. not weaknesses. tools.

REALITY IS THOUGHTS TURNED SOLID.

“Everything you see around you was once a thought. Literally.”

somebody thought about inventing the mug you’re sipping from.

somebody thought about the phone you’re scrolling this on.

somebody dreamed of stages and world tours and beauty empires and then built them from neurons.

so now let me ask you this, baby girl:

what are you thinking today?

what are you planting in the garden of your mind?

WHEN YOU FEEL STUCK, ASK:

• why am i resisting this task? (fear of failure? fear of success?)

• what would my highest self do right now?

• what does future me already know that i’m forgetting?

your brain is plastic. not like barbie plastic (although slay), i mean neuroplasticity —

it can change at any age. any moment. every time you choose a new thought, you’re choosing a new future.

what is neuroplasticity, actually?

in plain words?

neuroplasticity is your brain’s ability to change its structure, reorganize itself, rewire its own circuits, and literally form new connections depending on how you think, act, feel, and even imagine.

it’s the reason:

• you can learn to walk again after a stroke

• trauma can change your brain, but healing can rebuild it

• habits form. habits break. habits get replaced.

• you can literally manifest your desired personality, success, skills, vibe, life

the wiring in your brain is not fixed. you are not stuck. your thoughts? your behaviors? they’re rewiring you all day, every day.

you’re literally programming your brain just by being you.

spiritual + psychological fact:

whatever you consistently focus on

whatever emotion you regularly feel

whatever pattern you repeatedly fall into

that becomes your default neurocircuit.

but that also means:

if you build new ones intentionally you become a new you.

how to activate your neuroplasticity

1. Repetition + Intention = neural pathways

keep repeating what you want to believe/do/feel. over and over.

make it juicy. emotional. real. the brain learns through intensity and repetition.

“i am becoming a global icon. my voice moves millions. my presence reshapes reality.”

repeat that till your brain thinks it’s already true and soon, it will be.

2. Visualisation = neural rehearsal

your brain cannot tell the difference between what you vividly imagine and what’s actually happening.

this is why athletes, CEOs, artists they all visualize before they perform.

wanna become a pop icon?

close your eyes. picture the stage. feel the lights. the screams.

your brain begins to rewire as if you’re already that person.

this is called “functional neuroplasticity” — building new functions through mental rehearsal

3. Regulate your nervous system

your brain won’t rewire itself properly if you’re in fight or flight 24/7.

you have to feel safe enough to rewire.

do:

• breathwork (box breathing, alternate nostril)

• vagus nerve stimulation (gargling, cold plunges, humming)

• long nature walks

• grounding (barefoot on earth)

• magnesium-rich food + adaptogens

• meditate. but make it vibey.

4. Use tech to reprogram: SUBLIMINALS + AFFIRMATIONS

subliminals literally bypass your conscious brain and go straight to the subconscious.

pair them with:

• headphones (esp. binaural beats = brainwave entrainment)

• night time listening (again see what works for you and listen accordingly)

• theta wave frequencies (your subconscious is most open here)

your subconscious mind = the operating system.

subliminals = code updates. neuroplasticity = the install button.

APP RECCOMENDATION :- manifest

5. Journaling + affirmations = mirror neurons in action

when you write new beliefs (in present tense), your brain starts mirroring them.

especially if you do it in your own handwriting.

your brain’s like: “oh wait… we’re serious?? okay bet. rewiring now.”

6. Act like the version of you who has what you want

neuroplasticity loves behavior.

you don’t just think your way into new wiring, you act it.

so dress like her. walk like her. post like her. speak like her.

watch how the brain reconfigures itself into that version.

“act as if” is not delusion. it’s neuroscience.

also follow @emonthebrain on instagram she is a neuroscientist she makes reels on brain, neuroscience and how you can practically change your life by using neuroscience

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꧁༺ 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 ༻꧂

Part 16

A Jacob x reader long fic

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 aka pretty much the best thing I’ve ever written, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

La Smut

Warnings: Charlie Swan being Charlie Swan, SOFT JACOB, FLUFF, WOLF JACOB, ANGST

Summary: Moving the Plot along with this one, reader goes to Charlie to comfort him and sees Jacob shift for the 2nd time.

Tag list: @coldonez aka my wonderful wife

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Charlie was a mess, just one look at the man and you could tell he was suffering. He looked so tired and worn down. Jacob was off talking to Bella while you spent time with Charlie.

“I just don’t understand it.” Charlie says as he chops wood, he’s been chopping for hours. “Bella never gets sick like that…I should’ve never let her go off with that Edwin kid.” Charlie’s voice has no bite, it’s hollowed out save for the deep timber of guilt lacing through it.

“Charlie…Bella is…Bella will be okay. You know how she is.” You hate not being able to tell him the truth. Charlie deserves better than this, he deserves to see his daughter, to share her life and watch his granddaughter grow. “Yeah…I just…” Charlie breaths in deep, and looks up at you, he’s trying not to cry. “What if she doesn’t, what if I never she her again.” Charlie is devastated and lost, all he wants is to see and hold his little girl again.

You pull Charlie into a hug, and feel him tense up, before he melts into it and bear hugs you back. “At least I’ve got you kiddo.” He attempts to make it seem like he’s cheering up. But you know that it’s not the same thing as having Bella.

———

You stayed with Charlie as he continued to chop wood. Taking off and on or sometimes just sitting in silence save for the sound of the wood splintering and falling to the ground. It would’ve been cathartic in a sense if it weren’t for the dark cloud hanging over Charlie’s head.

The events of these past two years are like a horror movie come to life through Charlie’s eyes. He daughter coming to live with him was a blessing, but only a couple months in and she was disappearing on him, getting into these bizarre accidents that sometimes lead to her hospitalization. And now, Bella has contacted some rare deadly disease only a couple of weeks after marrying a boy he’s never really trusted or liked.

Charlie is no idiot, he’s a cop, he knows when something is fishy. But most of all, he is a father and he has this deep pit in his stomach everytime he thinks of his daughter. He missed his kid, it’s like when Renee left all over again, but at least then he knew Bella was alive.

He keeps replaying that last phone call he had with her, over and over again in his head. Bella was afraid and sounded so lost, she sounded sick, how can Charlie live with that. All the times he woke her up from her nightmares, the search parties, the fights, all of it started when he came around…Edward. Bella was in love with him, Charlie knew that but the boy has done nothing but make her life miserable.

And Charlie just handed his daughter over to the devil. Weeks later Bella is so sick that Charlie isn’t even allowed to see her.

He just got his kid back and now he’s lost her.

Having you around helps, he doesn’t think about Bella when he looks at you.

You’re the kid who’s always been there with him, when he looks at you…he sees his best friend. The guy who always made Charlie laugh, the guy who helped pull Charlie out of his deepest darkest moments and made him see the light. Your dad and Billy, the two of them were a dream team, giving out wisdom and kindness to whoever needed it. Both of them never hesitated to stand up for what was right.

Charlie was devastated when your father passed, it was only a couple years after Bella stopped visiting that your dad got sick. And now Bella is sick…now Bella might be gone for good.

“Picture me like I was.” It’s what she told him, what she wanted him to do…it’s the same thing your dad told him before he died.

———

When Jacob arrives you know for the look in his eyes he’s got something crazy planned.

“Hey,” Charlie once he notices Jacob’s approach and abandons his axe in the stump to give Jacob his full attention. Hopefulness fills his eyes when he talks to Jacob. “Have you heard anything?”

Jacob looks to you for a split second, silently asking you to trust him.

“Charlie.” Jacob’s voice is soft and low as he speaks. “Bella is…uh.” Oh God, Jacob is frezzing up, he has nothing planned. “No she’s not.” Charlie says, and the look in his eyes, pure dread and disbelief. “No no no,” Jacob instantly begins reassuring Charlie. “She’s fine. She’s back home and she’s feeling better.” Jacob breaths out awkwardly.

Charlie looks so relieved as he wipes his hand over his face, most likely because he was on the brink of tears. “Why didn’t you say so, that’s great.” Charlie says and immediately starts walking to go see Bella. You shoot Jaocb a panicked look and mouth ‘What the hell are you thinking!’

Jacob mouths back ‘Just trust me!’ You throw your hands up and roll your eyes, but reluctantly follow his lead. “Wait!” You say and Charlie turns around confused. “There’s something you need to see first.” Jacob says, and immediately you know what he’s planning. This can go one of two ways, Charlie almost shits his pants but gains a better understanding of what’s really going on, or Charlie shoots Jacob.

Or both.

“I need to see Bella.” Charlie replied so simply and turns back around to walk off. “Look,” you begin. “In order for Bella to get better she had to….change.” Your voice is hesitant. “What do you mean change?” Charlie asks, now you have his attention. He’s got his hands on his hips, popping a hip out as he leans his weight on his left leg.

Jacob sighs and glances at you. “Here goes nothing.” He mutters out and starts stripping???

“What the hell are you doing?” Charlie has gone full dad mode, annoyed and hands on hips the whole nine yards.

“You don’t live in the world you think you do.” Jacob replies before taking off both his long sleeve shirt and his undershirt, and handing them to you. Youre flustered, both at the whole situation and because seeing Jacob shirtless never fails to make you swoon. ‘Damn’ is the only thing going through your mind.

“Jacob,” Charlie is backing up akwardly now. “Put your clothes back on.”

“No this may seem strange.” Jacob kicks off his boots, of course he’s not wearing socks fucking weirdo. “Really strange.” You mange to say as you try not to drool. “But,” Jacob continues as he unbuttons his pants. “Stranger things happen every day.” Oh God, you’re not ready.

“Trust me.” You say looking at Charlie who is so unbelievably uncomfortable right now. Jacob drops his pants and Charlie looks horrified. Even more so when Jacob starts steaming and growling. And then he phases, Charlie yells out and falls to the ground while you stand back and watch.

Jacob makes a big show out of it, growling and scaring the shit out of poor Charlie even more. Before he whines out softly as you reach out to touch his fur softly.

Charlie watches with wide eyes as Jacob leans into your touch. “Please don’t tell me you turn into a giant dog too.” You laugh softly at that. “I wish I was that cool.” Jacob bumps into you at that, making you wobble. “Hey!” You hiss out laughing.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Charlie looks very pale and in a state of shock. You gotta hand it to him, he’s taking this better than you did.

———

You put Jacob’s clothes on the stump Charlie used to cut wood, and walk over to help Charlie stand up.

“I’ll help him to his house while you change.” Jacob nods his furry head at you and you can’t help but smile. His tail is wagging. “I love you you absolute dork.” You laugh and pat his head before giving him a quick kiss on his nose.

Never in your life did you think you’d be glared at playfully by a gigantic wolf. But here you are, it’s more than just a wolf, it’s Jacob Black. Loyal to a fault and beautifully designed in character and soul.

———

You step outside of Charlie’s house. After you helped him inside and got him a cup of coffee, he asked if he could have a moment alone to process everything.

“Hey.” You laugh softly and turn to see Jacob fully dressed and awkwardly rocking back and forth on his heels. “Sorry about that I…I didn’t really think it all through.” He’s so sheepish and shy at the moment, not quite meeting your eyes. “Clearly.” Your voice is filled with amusement. You can’t help by chuckle as Jacob huffs at your statement.

“You’re insufferable.” Jacob glares once more but there’s a small smile on his face. “You love it.” You say happily as you walk up to him, smiling with your arms behind your back.

“I do…” he admits softly, eyes full of endearment and warmth. “I love you.” You smile at the tone of his voice as he speaks those words. The way he speaks them with such earnestness and clarity, like it’s the realist most solid truth known to man. “I love you too.” You whisper back, smiling softly. You get up in your tippy toes to peck Jacob lips.

The second you pull away, Jacob brings you back in for a longer and deeper kiss.

“Bella is going to be pissed.” You sing song between kisses. “I’ll worry about that later.” Jacob replies as he starts kissing you all over your face making you laugh out loud. “All I really care about is you right now.”

Hearing Jacob say that means more to you than you’d ever thought possible. It warms you up, or maybe that’s just him. Maybe it’s just Jacob and his impossibly heat and warming voice, just his presence, the very essence of him that brings your heart into a pounding rhythm.

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Sorry this is so short, I just needed to get this out so I could continue with the rest of the story.

I hope y’all enjoyed it.

Please feel free to request whatever you’d like to see in future parts.

Thanks for reading

Love ya🫶

Part 17

[uswnt-imagines]

Accidents

Reader gets in a bad car accident and the team freaks out. Does the gif match the vibe? Absolutely not.

“Okay. Yes, I’ll let them know. Keep me updated.”

Vlatko sighed as he hung up the phone. He had no idea how he was going to break this to the team.

The team sat in the conference room as they waited for the meeting to start. Sam Mewis, who sat next to Rose Lavelle, looked around, noticing they were missing someone. "Hey guys, where's Y/N?" Everyone stopped their conversations. Kelley spoke up. "She's probably running late. As usual. Kid can't keep track of time."

As the words left the defender's mouth, Vlatko walked in the room, looking sad. The girls immediately picked up on this. Alex spoke up. "Uh, Vlatko, you wouldn't happen to know where Y/N is do you?"

The look on the man's face told the story. "Y/N couldn't make it to this camp." The team looked at him in shock. "What do you mean she couldn't make it? It's all she was talking about." That was Christen Press. She had taken Y/N under her wing when she signed for Angel City. Her and Tobin became her adopted moms since her parents weren't present in the girl's life.

Vlatko cleared his throat. "Y/N is in the hospital. In a coma." It was so silent, a pin could drop. "What do you mean in a coma? I just talked to her yesterday morning!" Mal Pugh (aka Y/N's adopted sister) yelled. The man sighed.

"She was in a car accident."

To say the hospital workers were overwhelmed was an understatement.

A couple of hours ago, there was a bad car accident, which led to the nurses finding out they had a USWNT superstar on their hands. Following that, hundreds of paparazzi swarmed the outside of the hospital. The stressed nurses had called almost every police department to come help. But the biggest cop couldn't stop the storm that was coming their way.

The nurse sitting at the front desk popped an aspirin as the doors slammed open. 22 angry, worried women stormed in, heading right towards her desk.

"Where is she!?" The woman's eyes went wide at the sight of an angry Christen Press. "Excuse me ma'am, please calm down, I'll have a doctor come talk to you shortly, Y/N is still getting moved."

The words silenced the hoard of women. The woman sighed internally as they all dispersed and sat down in silence.

After what felt like hours, a doctor emerged from the doors. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The team shot up from their seats and swarmed the man. Questions were shot at him left and right.

"What happened?"

"Is she okay?"

"Where's the ass who hit her?"

The doctor chuckled at the reaction of the women. "Yes. I will answer all of your questions. Please take a seat."

The team sat with bated breath, waiting for the doctor to speak.

"Now, Y/N was brought to us after a drunk driver hit her car. The car hit the drivers side, where you friend was sitting, so she took most of the hit."

Christen grabbed Tobin's hand, squeezing for support.

"She suffered 8 broken ribs, her radius in her left arm was shattered, her leg got pinned and shattered, the surgery on that went very well. She has a severe case of whiplash so we are going to keep an eye on her neck, luckily, no spinal injuries that are too bad, there's some swelling but nothing to worry about yet. As we told your coach, we currently have her in a medically induced coma because of slight swelling in her brain. We are keeping an eye on that as well. She is expected to make a full recovery, but it is going to be hard."

The team all sat in silence, letting the man's words wash over them.

A sniffle was heard, which set everyone off. Tears fell from 22 pairs of eyes as reality set in.

Y/N was never going to be the same.

The doctor informed the women that the room Y/N was in was big enough to accommodate everyone as he lead them to where they settled the girl.

He stopped outside of the door. "I do have to warn you, she is pretty banged up so it's gonna be hard to look at her at first. But she's going to be okay. I can tell by how you burst into the ER that she was in good hands."

The women thanked him as he opened the door, revealing their teammate.

Y/N looked so small with all the wires and machines hooked up to her. Ali turned and buried her head in Ashlyn's chest, the taller woman wrapping her arms around her wife tightly.

Christen was beside herself. Her sunshine was hurt and there was nothing she could do about it. Her and Tobin stood next to Y/N's bed.

"Hey baby. We're all here. We just need you to wake up so we can take care of our sunshine girl okay? You wake up when you're ready. No rush."

All the girls spread out in the room, all ready to spring up just in case. After getting comfortable, sleep enveloped the team.

Excessive beeping woke the girls up as Christen and Tobin shot up and flanked Y/N's bedside. The girl was now awake and her eyes were full of fear as she tried to tear the tube out of her throat. Christen gently grabbed her hands and held them tightly.

"Hang on baby. A nurse is coming and then we can get that tube out okay?" Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes.

After a nurse came in and took the tube out, Y/N hacked violently. Mal stood with a small cup of water, gently tipping the cup back so Y/N could drink.

The team all stood around Y/N's bed. The girl's eyes filled with happy tears. "You're all here." Alex smiled. "Of course bub. We wouldn't wanna be anywhere else." The girls nodded as Y/N looked at her adopted "family". Mal slipped into bed with Y/N gently guiding her head to her chest. "I'm so glad you're okay. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't." Y/N sniffled and nuzzled into Mal's chest.

Christen and Tobin wrapped their arms around the two girls. Pinoe sneakily took a picture of the group and posted it.

@m.rapinoe: Thank you everyone for the kind wishes and thoughts about our girl. She's awake and thriving. It's gonna be a long road, but she's got her family to guide her down it. We will see you guys soon.

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~"System Overheat"~

(Pt. 1/2)

(Queen x Fem!Reader Oneshot)

THERE'S HARDLY ANY QUEEN FANFIC??? NOT on MY WATCH darlings this is not okay

Summary: Queen is delighted to see you at her party.

Note(s): Reader is said to be wearing a dress (specifically the dress that Orange Addison sells aka Mettaton's dress), reminder that Queen is like 7-8 freaking feet tall, Queen and (Y/N) are stupid as hell and in love, I only use a tiny bit of grammar for Queen so good luck, part 2 coming soon 🤭

How Long It Took To Write: 3 hours

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"OHOOOOHOHOHOHO!"

Queen's boisterous laugh echoed down the hall. Swatchlings were bustling about, preparing food (which mostly consisted of battery acid pies, microchip salads, and spaghetti made of wires), and serving guests. Two Swatchlings had gasped at your beauty and insisted on walking you into the party, your arms linked snugly with theirs.

Other guests at the party wore nothing fancy. They all came as they were.

But not you.

You wore a beautiful periwinkle and sky blue gown. It felt cheap, slightly itchy, but it looked like it was worth millions. You felt glorious, you looked glorious. You were glorious. Heads turned as soon as the Swatchlings used their free hands to push open the large doors that lead into the Great Hall.

Queen, who had been in the middle of sipping from her fifth glass of battery acid, stopped everything she was doing to stare across the room at you. Her jaw dropped, her screen flashed a shocked "OMG", and she stood up abruptly. In doing so, she almost stepped on Nubert.

The Swatchlings unlinked their arms from yours to bow at the approaching Queen. Each then politely told you to enjoy the party, before they departed to help the others serve and clean. You waved goodbye to your escorts, then looked up as Queen's comically tipsy sounding voice spoke to you.

"(Y/N) Sweetie Honey Darling Gravy You Look Stunning"

"Lovely"

"Perfect, Even"

"..."

"In Fact You Are Stealing My Spotlight How Rude Of You" she prodded you in the arm playfully with her knuckle, so hard that she accidentally sent you stumbling backwards a step.

You gave a scoff of pure amusement, and quickly restabilized your balance. You opened your mouth to give a playful retort and a compliment to her in return, but you were unable to get a single word in before she started blabbering again. Even more delighted by her ridiculous ramblings, you humored her, and listened while she began going on and on about the most absurd things.

"Do You Happen To Be Lacking In Potassium Because I Ordered Bananas The Other Day And Meant To Type "5" But One Of The Tasques Jumped Onto The Keyboard And Accidentally Sent An Order For 5,936 Bananas. We Now Have 5,936 Bananas And I Do Not Know What To Do With Them. They Are Currently In Their Own Room Undergoing Professional Peeling"

"Did You See That New Swan Boat In The Free Pool That's Why I Asked About Your Favorite Bird The Other Day (But I Forgot So I Just Got The Swan Because Swans Are Pretty And You're Pretty Too)"

"Did You Notice That I Bought Myself New High Heels They Are The Exact Same As Every Other Pair I Own But Shinier. I Also Bought You A Pair So We Can Match- Oh Wait That Was Supposed To Be A Surprise LOL Dang (Damn)"

"Okay Enough About Me Let's Talk About You Have A Seat"

You blinked. All of her words had begun to mesh into one very long sentence that you hadn't been keeping up with, and before you knew it, you had absentmindedly walked across the long room with her, and now you were standing at the foot of her luxurious throne. Queen often invited you to sit with her on the throne. You usually perched on the armrest while the two of you went about spectating and playfully harassing people. This occurred so often that there was a slight dip in the armrest from your constant sitting on it.

Queen sat down and elegantly crossed her left leg over her right. She slung her arm around your waist to guide you to sit with her. With a bit of difficulty (due to how large the throne was), you made it to your usual spot, your legs neatly tucked under yourself. Queen reached her free hand over to smooth out your dress for you.

"Have I Told You That You Look Cool"

You grinned and nodded, leaning against her, a giddy feeling in your heart. Now that you could finally get a word in, you accepted the compliment. "Thank you!" You replied sweetly, "You look perfect, as usual, your Majesty," you replied in a frolicsome tone. Queen gave a pleased smile, lifting her glass to sip her battery acid. After a long sip, she looked at you again.

"Thank You Sweetie ILY-" she hiccupped, hand briefly pressing against her chest as she did. It was unclear if it was genuine or if she had done it to distract from the fact she said 'ILY' without thinking. She was never the type to shy away from showing over the top affection, but dropping "I love you" was different for her.

You just took it in a friendly way. "Love you, too!"

Queen's screen briefly flashed what looked like a keyboard smash.

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Part 2 coming soon 👀 she's so silly fr darling I adore her terribly

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I Can See You

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Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 5

Life threatening events were not on her bucket list. In fact, MJ was content to mind her business and talk to pub patrons. She was happy to come in, pours some pints, make a cocktail, chat up the patrons and learn their stories, and then roll on home in the early morning hours. That was her routine every single day, she liked it that way. Her life wasn't supposed to be filled with crazy events and super villains. She was just a normal woman working in a small pub.

So why the hell does stuff just keep happening to her?

She’s been exhausted for the past two weeks, and it's not from any freak run ins with her local vigilante. To her surprise it's because of a single patron who started coming to the pub. Usually MJ is okay with the occasional drunkard. They always have at least one every other night.

MJ’s favorites are posted in small polaroid pictures behind the bar top that Andy has taken. The pub keeps a polaroid camera as a little gimmick for busy weekends. Andy will walk around to the tables and snap pictures of friends and couples. It’s just a cute extra thing they like to do, keeps patrons longer. The owner pays for the film and Andy likes talking to people. It’s a win-win. Especially the wall of shame, which has pictures of the unruly drunk bastards they’ve kicked out. It's her favorite photo section secretly, the faces they make when Andy points the flash at them is really entertaining. 

They have a new regular though and he drinks every night until her or Andy cuts him off. That's not uncommon, to have people come in and be cut off after an obscene amount of alcohol. It's not just the fact he's a heavy drinker... there's something unsettling about how he drinks that has starting to stress MJ out.

She can't put her finger on it, but it makes her stomach drop in dread every time she sees him. He drinks more than any patron they’ve seen before, but never gets unruly. He sits quietly, drinking beer after beer. His eyes following her, like a predator looking at their next meal. She hates interacting with him. It's his eyes, they're so... hollow.

The last time she handed him his tab he caressed her hand and she recoiled just as quickly. He gave her a slimy kind of smile that had her gritting her teeth. His eyes burning into her skin, making her itch and want to scream. She hasn’t served him tonight, but she feels him staring at her. She always feels his eyes following her, like a creepy portrait at night.

He genuinely scares her. Has her almost debating if she should just quite. She even tried to swap times with a coworker but he followed. He was there every time she was scheduled without fail. How he knew she was trying to change shifts made her even more unsettled. Making her skin prickle like she was being stabbed by tiny needles. 

She mentioned it to her manager but he just dismissed how she felt. Saying she was over reacting; the guy isn’t disruptive and he hasn’t actually done anything to her. All she could think was, ‘yet, he hadn’t done anything yet’.

She didn't bother trying to change shifts after that. She was ready to just leave the pub all together, but the pay was good. Too good to try and job hunt because of one man that creeped her out. 

She shakes herself out of her spiraling thoughts and tries to keep working. There was no use sitting there stewing on him, it would just terrify her. She wraps up her shift and goes in the back to clock out. Before she walks out though, she goes back to ask Andy a question about a show they were hosting the next night. She needed the contact information and Andy had taken the call. 

When she walks back out, she sees the guy is gone. Her gut is telling her it's wrong, he usually stays all night. Her face pales at the idea of walking out.

“Where did he go?” MJ asks pointing to his empty chair, her tone clipped. 

Andy shrugs nonchalantly, “He just closed out his tab. Why?”

MJ grows quiet and crosses her arms. “This is gonna sounds crazy, but something about him really freaks me out.”

Andy shakes her head. “No, not crazy. I don’t like how he looks at you. It’s fucking gross.” Andy frowns looking at her friend. It validates MJ's feelings and she sighs in mild relief. Someone else noticed. 

MJ leans on the back counter thinking, “Can I stay until you get off? I- I just have a bad feeling.” She asks looking at Andy with pleading eyes.

Andy nods her head, “Absolutely!" She replies reassuringly. "My boyfriends picking me up tonight and we can walk ya home or you can tag along with us. I’d hate for that guy to try and follow ya home.” She mutters bitterly making a disgusted face. 

MJ nods her head. “Thanks, I’m just gonna hang out in the office then. Maybe check the cameras.” She says pointing to the back.

MJ goes into the managers office, he wasn’t working tonight anyway, and she looks through his desktop to check the cameras. Her stomach was churning with uncertainty. 

Sure enough, the guy is creeping around the corner. He’s watching the back door. Suddenly a cold chill runs up her back. She jolts up and makes sure the back doors are locked. She quietly goes back into the office and curls in the chair, her body shaking. She takes a deep, nervous breath and just tries to not think about it.

There is no denying it, he definitely was waiting for her.

She shoves her face into her hands and tries to take some calming deep breathes. Her fingers dig into her hair and she holds it tightly. It doesn’t stop the panic rising in her chest. It burns in the back of her throat like bile and she squeezes her eyes shut.

With unsteady hands she shoots Hobie a text, asking if he could come pick her up. She doesn’t know if she can wait until Andy gets off. She looks back over to the cameras and the man isn't there anymore.

It should calm her down, she should be relieved, but it doesn’t. It's the opposite of reassuring... in fact it puts her on edge and she's more nervous than before.

Suddenly the back door handle starts to jiggle, almost as if someone’s trying to open it. She stares at the handle frozen in fear for what feels like forever. Her heart feels like it’s in her throat. 

Just as soon as the door handle shook, it ends. Leaving her alone in the silence.

She’s trembling and tries to calm herself down. He can’t get in.

He can’t get in. He can’t get in. He can’t get in. He can’t get in. He can’t get in. He can’t get in. She tells herself over and over again.

She locked it, it’s industrial, as long as she's in the back she's safe. She spends the next ten minutes trying to come down from her mini panic attack. Her body feels numb and she's never felt this frighten for her own life. Which feels trivial in the face of the strange super humans running around Old York.

Her phone buzzes, pulling her out. Hobie had texted her back, saying he was on his way. She was going to be fine.

She finally settles her breathing and feels calm enough to wait for Hobie. Her judgement was correct. She hears screaming and glasses shattering. The noise is so foreign she doesn't realize it's real until Andy comes plowing around the corner and barreling into the office. Andy slams the door shut, and turns off the lights. Her face is filled with fear as she turns around to grab MJ. 

“That guy, MJ, he- he came back!" Andy starts to whisper shout. Her voice hitching in anxiety. "He's bonkers! Threw a fit and breaking shit!" she says rushing over her words. "He was screaming for you MJ, Lars is handling it but I bolted." She grabs her hand and tries to drag MJ with her, "We have to go!” She’s whispering at her aggressively.

MJ moves to hold Andy's arms, she looks past her down at the computer's camera and sees Lars handing the man. The two girls take the opportunity to go to the back door and try to escape. They are met with an unbudging door.

“No, no, no, no!” MJ hisses and tries to open the door again, throwing her body weight at the door. She's frantic to get out, just escape.

“What the fuck!” Andy almost shouts. They try again and are meet with nothing. They're trapped. 

They hear glass breaking and it makes them freeze for only a moment before fear grips them. They run into the office, closing the door and locking it.

MJ makes her way over to the computer and sees the guy standing over Lars, holding a broken liquor bottle with a tight grip. She clutches at Andy and looks at her with wide eyes.

“I think he just killed Lars!” She hisses.

“What the fuck!” Andy replies and the two girls watch him through the camera. He’s blocking their only exit.

“We have to hide, that’s all we can do, or distract him…” MJ mutters.

“Where the hell are we gonna hide?!” Andy says in irritation.

MJ looks over to the closet in the office and shoves herself and Andy in it. The closet is filled with anything and everything, it’s honestly a mess. This could be to their advantage though. MJ finds an empty barrel, one used as decoration, and tells Andy to get in. Her friend looks at her like she’s mad.

“I’m not getting in that.” Andy hisses in a whisper.

“It’s the best spot you have and we don’t have a lot of time right now Andy!" MJ shots back quickly in irritation. "If he finds a locked door he’s breaking in. I’m gonna lock the closet but it can only give us so much time.” MJ whispers aggressively.

Andy sighs and gets in the barrel. “If he finds me first I’m killing you, not him.” She mutters.

MJ rolls her eyes but closes the barrel’s lid. She looks at the corner that’s filled with an abundance of random things. She moves some stuff around to hide behind. This is as good as it's going to get. The objects she's hiding behind are also hidden by a curtain. She hopes it'll be enough to save her. She’s shaking, clutching her phone to her chest. She turns it on silent, but texts Hobie quickly. She tells him in as little words as possible she’s hiding in the office and for him to call for help.

She knows the cops won’t come, even after their ‘reform’ they still don’t do much. Much less care about a local pub issue. That’s why they had Lars as their bouncer. Now Lars was maybe dead and it’s not like she could just call up the local vigilante.

She’s screwed unless she can somehow take this guy out herself with Andy. She’s trembling, clutching onto herself to not cry, this is not how she wants to go. Not from some creepy drunk patron. 

She hears the office door get kicked in and she tries to not gasp. He’s more than likely going to find her and not Andy, which she knew that was the risk. She’s holding onto a crowbar with a death grip. She’s just waiting for him to get in the closet. If he finds her she'll swing, fight, scream and claw her way out.

She wants to shut her eyes like a little kid and pretend this isn’t happening, but she can’t. Her hearts pounding as she hears the loud bangs on the closet door. With every hit it makes her jump. Then she hears it crash to the floor followed by heavy footsteps.

She’s trying to keep it together but tears fall down her face. She’s only human and fear is gripping at her heart.

She hears a loud grunt and a collapsing. She doesn’t dare look, but she hears something dragging against the floor.

“I don’t think ladies like stalkers much.” She hears, a new voice says mockingly.

She sits up quickly as she hears the familiar voice. She moves to stand up and quietly goes to look. She sees a distinctly spider silhouette through the broken down doorway.

His figure disappears but she can still hear him. He’s talking to the drunkard so she uses this opportunity to grab Andy. She rushes over to the barrel that Andy’s in and slides the lid off. She whispers to her, “Spider-Man’s here!”

“What?! How?” Andy says in surprise, they can hear the guy getting slammed into something, making them both jump. The noises they hear consist of loud banging and something being broken.

“Hell, if I know!” MJ hisses and makes her way over to the fallen doorway.

She peers around the corner, still trying to hide herself, and sees that Spider-Man has the guy pinned down. Arms tied behind his back and his face had been slammed into the desk. Specifically, the keyboard. The pieces are scattered and broken on the floor, a small pool of blood is underneath the man's head. 

She takes a shaky breath, one entirely too quiet, it’s enough to notify Spider-Man of her presence, his head shooting up to look at her. She sees his body relax, if just a fraction, upon seeing her.

“Mariana,” he whispers her name, so soft she almost misses it. “Always in trouble…” He says much louder, scoffing and shaking his head. She's frozen in place just watching him with large eyes.

He leans down next to the man's ear, “You’re lucky I got better things to do than rip you apart…” he hisses out.

He webs the guys arms together behind his back and throws him against the wall and webbing him there. He’s covered from the neck down to his feet, he is definitely not moving anytime soon.

Andy comes over next to her and grips MJ’s arm, letting out her own shuddering breath.

“Fuck, Lars!” Andy says in realization and bolts back to the front of the pub to assess their security guard.

MJ can’t move, her eyes are glued to Spider-Man, she feels like she’s going to pass out from the swell of relief. He turns back and silently comes over gently grabbing her shoulders to look at her.

“C’mon let’s get you outta here.” He says, voice a little gruff as he wraps an arm around her. She leans her weight into him as a support almost instinctively. She’s still trembling slightly from the fear that gripped her heart.

They walk through the front and MJ sees Andy helping Lars sit up. He was okay, just a little scratched up. MJ smiles, glad to know her bouncer was safe and not dead.

“We’re gonna call someone and I’m staying with Lars. MJ you should go.” Andy says looking over at the two.

Before she can open her mouth and protest staying with them the vigilante speaks up, “I’ll get her home.” 

Before MJ can even find her voice to respond the two are outside and he’s pulled her against him like before and starts swinging them across the city.

She’s confused and nauseous her grip tight as he swings them.

“You okay?” He asks her.

“Is this really the best time to ask me?” She mutters, groaning at the quick movements and feeling the air hit her face. Instead of it being refreshing, it stings instead.

“You gotta talk to me, it doesn’t have to be about that.” He says, voice a little rough. His grip on her tightening a fraction.

“Why?” She asks. She leans back enough to try and look at his face. Even covered in a mask, she’s trying to find something to help her read his expression.

“I just need a distraction or I’m gonna go back and rip him in half like the scum he is.” He mutters bitterly.

She narrows her eyes and whatever jumbled thoughts were swimming in her brain have finally clicked together, like pieces of a puzzle.

“Fine…but I can’t talk about what just happened.” she replies.

He grunts in acknowledgement, “Anything, we can talk about anything.” He keeps swinging, he doesn’t even need directions to get to her flat. He’s taking the right turns, as if he's done it a million times before.

“When were you gonna tell me you’re Spider-Man?” she accuses without hesitation. 

He misses his next web, causing them to fall a bit before he catches them again. His masks eyes widen as he looks at her.

Her brows are furrowed and she’s looking at him expectantly.

“What ya talkin’ about? Course I’m Spider-Man.” He tries to play off with a fake laugh.

Her face doesn’t change she raises a brow in irritation, “Hobie.” Her voice is shaking a bit, “When were you going to tell me?” She says again.

He groans and stops swinging them, he lands them on a random roof and he sets her down. His hands cover his masked face as he shakes his head. Pacing back and forth. He turns to look at her, pauses, and then rolls his head back again.

He pulls his mask off and gives her a look like he’s mildly impressed. “What gave it away?” He asks.

She takes a deep breath, “You, you were the only one I had texted…and well, you called me Mariana. Pretty sure I never told Spider-Man my name.” she whispers.

He nods and walks closer to her, he brushes his hand along her cheek, “You’re okay right? He didn’t find you?” he asks. His eyes looking over her, making his own assessment.

She nods, “No you got there just in time.” She whispers, she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She presses the heels of her palms into her eyes trying to stop herself from crying.

 She’s safe. She knows she’s safe. Hobie came like he said he would.

She runs her hands down her face and looks up at him, his body has relaxed and he pulls her to him. Tightly hugging her. She easily wraps her own arms around him, grounding herself.

“You’re too much trouble…” He murmurs into her hair.

She chuckles in response and presses her forehead to his shoulder, “Maybe it’s you who’s trouble.” She replies.

He gives a dry laugh, “Yeah, probably.”

The two hold onto each other tightly, breathing together, trying to match their hearts to the same gentle rhythm. 

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Chapter 8: A Fresh Start

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Rosalie was enchanted by all the different clothes that were now hers. In one of her manic episodes — and by manic, she meant stressed — Caroline had taken Rosalie shopping all morning to finally start getting her settled in the new world. Bonnie was visiting her mother with Jeremy and Elena never answered so it was a one-on-one shopping trip.

Rosalie laid all her shopping bags on one of the beds in the dorm. She would've much rather have gone straight to the boarding house but Caroline insisted that staying away from Mystic Falls, aka their friends, was a better idea.

Rosalie walked out of the restroom wearing a casual dark blue dress to model. They'd been doing this for hours now at Caroline's insistence, but Rosalie knew better. This was all a ploy for distraction. "I honestly don't understand the big deal…" She walked to the long-view mirror to see herself. "I mean, you said things like these weren't a big deal anymore. People sleep around." She turned around to Caroline sitting on her bed.

"It's different!" Caroline exclaimed. "You don't know Klaus—"

"No, but I heard about him and I know exactly what kind of person he is."

"Exactly, so you understand how awful I feel," Caroline groaned. She did, however, raise a thumbs up at the dress and so Rosalie went to try something else on. "I was never, and I mean ever, supposed to have sex with Klaus. It just — it just happened! And now I feel horrible!"

Rosalie was gone for about two minutes before she re-emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of black overalls with a white tee-shirt underneath. "Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that women are allowed to wear pants? Seriously, best thing ever!" She checked herself out in the mirror and approved. "Oh, and you're not horrible. He's a monster but he's also good looking." She turned around and grinned at Caroline. "And the accent helps a lot. Why do accents always help anyways?"

Caroline rubbed her face. "You're not helping me. You're supposed to tell me how awful I am."

"Why?" Rosalie said, confused. "You're single, so was he, and — again — he was good looking."

"But you would never do something like that! Bonnie wouldn't! Elena definitely wouldn't!"

"Didn't she go out with Damon?"

Caroline exhaled a heavy breath. "Okay, but…"

"But nothing, Caroline, give it a rest already!" Rosalie set her hands on her hips. "You didn't do anything wrong. And if you're afraid that I'm gonna say something, don't be. You've kept my secret so you I'm keeping yours, not that it was ever dependent on that but, you know…"

Caroline gave Rosalie a grateful look. "But you know that your secret isn't a bad one, right? So you draw magic from supernatural objects? So what?"

Rosalie scoffed and turned to the mirror again. She pushed her long hair behind her shoulders and studied her outfit. "It's because of that fact that my family was forced to flee our original coven. They were about to kill me and the other children that were born on the same night as me. All because we were different."

"And trust me, that absolutely sucks!" Caroline said, her nose scrunched. "I should tell you that Klaus mentioned a few witches who also knew the story of this…well, of you guys."

"Hm," Rosalie smiled bitterly. "I'm sure he does. Someone as old as him would definitely hear stories about me. I'm sure my kind of magic has been twisted by other witches, made out to be some kind of cursed witch."

"I could help you find these witches he talked about," Caroline offered. "We could make it a whole worldwide search and who knows, maybe we could even find another witch like you…"

"Like my descendants," Rosalie said thoughtfully. "I had a brother…and a…"

Caroline's eyes widened. "You had a brother?"

Rosalie nodded. "Emre, he was my older brother," she said with a hint of a smile. "And even after all the awful stuff that happened…he managed to have a family."

"See!" Caroline said with a bright beam on her face. "So you do have descendants! You're somebody's really, really great aunt!"

And grandmother, she thought to herself. She wasn't ready to admit that out loud just yet. "I…wouldn't know what to say to them…"

"Let's just take it one step at a time," Caroline said before Rosalie fully panicked. "We're in no rush, right?"

"Right…" Rosalie nodded slowly, "No rush…"

"But while we're on the topic of this whole magic thing…you should just tell everyone about it," Caroline's suggestion came like a form of blasphemy.

"I can't do that!" Rosalie started putting her clothes in her bags.

"Why not?"

"Because it's embarrassing!"

"What?" Caroline almost screeched. "What's so embarrassing about this?"

"It's embarrassing that I can't do magic on my own! I have to get it from somewhere else! I'm a mockery of witches, according to our old coven."

"Well screw them because we don't think like that," Caroline said, making Rosalie pause her packing. "You're a witch, everyone else can suck it."

A smile broke across Rosalie's face. She loved Caroline's enthusiasm about things. "I will…consider it." Caroline pumped a fist in the air for her small victory and made Rosalie laugh.

Caroline's phone started ringing and when she reached for it on the nightstand, she saw it was Stefan.

"Don't worry, I have Rosie and she's getting all glammed up in our new fashion," Caroline winked at Rosalie who laughed again.

"I actually needed a favor but I'm glad to hear the shopping went well," Stefan said on speakerphone, "You know how Damon was trying to be all noble and broke up with Elena?"

Caroline scoffed. "Of course! There was champagne."

Rosalie smiled to herself. If there was one person who made her feelings clear, it was Caroline Forbes.

"Yeah.. well, I kind of convinced him that he was an idiot."

Caroline nearly fell out of her bed hearing that. "You WHAT?"

Stefan acted like she never said a word. "And now he's in a bit of a mood.. and something tells me he's been trying to get a hold of Elena and she hasn't been returning his phone calls."

"Look. We would love to help; if I thought he was actually good for her, but I don't…"

"Caroline.. how would you like to be judged solely based on what you're attracted to?"

Caroline froze in her spot like Stefan was right in front of her. "What? Do you know something? What have you heard?"

Rosalie shook her head at her.

"Why? Should I know something?"

Rosalie reached over and took Caroline's phone from her. "Caroline's just freaking out over my dozens of clothing choices now. Anyways, isn't this topic kind of weird for you? I mean, you and Elena went out and all, so…?"

"I actually think that Elena is good for Damon. She makes him happy and we all know that when Damon is happy..."

"He's not out there killing people, which I guess is a plus for mankind…" Caroline groaned lightly, "But even if we wanted to help, Elena's not here. We thought that she was with you."

"She told me she was staying at Whitmore."

Rosalie checked Elena's bed that was neatly made and untouched. "She's not here, Stefan. Maybe she's busy grieving."

Caroline snorted. "Over Katherine?"

"I meant about her relationship. She broke up with someone." Rosalie handed Caroline the phone back and grabbed a few of her shopping bags from Caroline's bed. "Which means we should definitely be trying to find her. Can I start putting these in your car?"

Caroline nodded at her. They were going to have to return to Mystic Falls earlier than she planned on. "Okay, Stefan, we'll be there soon."

"Maybe 10 minutes later!" Rosalie called, struggling to open the door with her foot. Caroline zipped forward and opened the door for her. "We should get iced coffee! I want to try an iced macchiato this time!"

Caroline playfully rolled her eyes and sent her out into the hallway. "I'll be down in five," she said before going back to Stefan on the phone.

"You better be, there's more!" Rosalie reminded her and took off. It was a bit of a struggle coming down the stairs without falling when part of her view was skewed.

Still, she made it one piece out of the building and that just left the walk back to the parking lot. One of her bags slipped along the way and by God it was a struggle to pick it up without letting all her other bags slip.

"Let me get that for you," someone offered and picked the bag up from the ground.

Rosalie's face couldn't be more dumbfounded and puzzled when Enzo held out the bag to her. "You don't go here," was her first thought, which made him scoff.

"God no," he shook his head. "I just got out of being tortured, why would I want to go back?"

Rosalie's eyebrows were still pinched together while she tried figuring him out. "Huh…well then why are you still here?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I was here to see you?"

It was Rosalie's turn to scoff. "If I was stupid, sure."

Enzo half smiled. "You caught me. I'm actually here for someone else."

"But you don't have any friends."

"Well, that's offensive," Enzo said, bringing a hand to his chest in a fake hurt manner.

"But it's the truth," Rosalie continued with her bluntness. "It's okay, I'm still making friends myself. But I'm just confused why of all the places you could be, you'd choose to be here. You're free, did you not get that?"

"Trust me, I got that perfectly," Enzo said with a mischievous grin. "What did you do first when you were set free?"

"Uh…" Rosalie tilted her head to the side and thought. The first few days after waking up from the Other Side were a bit blurry. "I mean…I guess I went to eat. And definitely to get a change of clothes." She then proceeded to study Enzo and noticed his fresh haircut and new style clothes. "Which you clearly already did, which means you're here to eat…which does not bode well for me. You can keep the bag." She went quickly around him and speed-walked away.

Enzo chuckled and went after her. "I assure you I already ate, and it would be very unfriendly of me to 'eat' someone who showed me compassion."

Rosalie stopped walking and turned sideways, her eyes narrowing on him. "You're being nice to me. Does that mean we're sort of friends?"

"Well, it's like you said, I don't have friends, so…" Enzo caught up with her and motioned her to lead the way, "Where can I help you bring these?"

Before Rosalie knew it, he had slid her bags from her wrists to carry himself. "Uuh…that-that way…?" She pointed ahead of them and began walking alongside him, although very much confused.

"I see you're making yourself very comfortable," Enzo remarked and once he started taking a peek into the bags, Rosalie snapped at him to get his nose out of her business.

"I'm just trying to start living my new life," she said afterwards, "And that includes finally getting more clothes. My next goal is to get a job…"

"Why?" Enzo all but scoffed at the idea.

"Because I have to eat and I can't exactly compel every single one of my meals, now can I?"

"Don't you have vampires at your disposal?"

"You offering your servitude to me?" Rosalie smiled sarcastically at him. "Didn't think so. Job." She picked up her pace, leaving him a couple steps behind for just a few moments. "Why are you wasting your time here anyways? Whatever you want, I can't help you. I have my own problems, like I told you."

"Your efforts to re-integrate into this world are admirable but slightly pointless, if you ask me," Enzo remarked distractedly. He was gazing at the students passing them by.

"I hope you don't plan on biting them in broad daylight," Rosalie said when she noticed where his sights had gone. "Especially all over my new clothes. And what do you mean 'pointless' anyways?"

"I just mean that living a 9-5 doesn't sound very glamorous after being trapped on that Other Side for, how long did you say…?"

"Two thousand years."

"Exactly. Two thousand years and you come back to make your life as a, what, teacher? Manager?"

"I'll have you know those are honest jobs that, unfortunately, I'm not qualified to do. And for what I heard , teachers should definitely be getting paid way more than they are. I learned that on the Internet — something else I'm learning to use in this new world. The Internet can give magic a run for its money. Can I have my bags back, please? My friend Caroline is gonna be down here any minute and I don't think the sight of you is going to make her very happy. We have our own dilemas right now to deal with."

They had reached the parking lot anyways and Rosalie didn't want any additional problems. Luckily, Enzo didn't insist on staying. He had his own plans to get to.

"Thank you," she said as he slipped the handles of her bags down her wrists. "Good luck with whatever you're doing."

Enzo half smiled at her and turned to leave. He walked a few steps then suddenly turned back around. "Out of curiosity, the food — you told me that the last time we saw each other."

"Oh, you mean when you were trying to kill Damon? Gotta say, now that I know him a bit more…I get it," Rosalie nodded to herself while she thought of all the recent moments she thought about hurting him. He was very annoying when he wanted to be.

Enzo chuckled at her. "I meant to ask what's been your favorite food you've had since your return?"

"My favorite food?" Rosalie put in some actual thought into her answer. She had been all but self indulgent with her taste buds ever since she got to the boarding house. Stefan had been more than compliant with her cravings and urge to try new things. "I've been a sucker for desserts, honestly. Possum pie."

Enzo's reaction to the name was an automatic one and so funny that Rosalie laughed at him. "I'm sorry, did you say possum pie?"

"Obviously, it's not an actual possum!" Rosalie exclaimed. "It's a pie made out of vanilla pudding, cream cheese, chocolate custard and a ton of whipped cream. It's delicious! Apparently it's based in Arkansas but the bakery owners I went to are from there — anyways, it's delicious. You have to try it."

Enzo seemed to be trying to make sense of her words but he was interrupted by someone calling for Rosalie.

"That's Caroline, you should go!" The witch urged him quickly. "Now!"

Enzo disappeared without saying another word, giving Rosalie a moment to breathe before Caroline caught up with her.

"Were you talking to someone?" the cheery blonde questioned.

"Just a random student," Rosalie shrugged. "But my social skills definitely need a lot more help."

Caroline chuckled. "You're doing fine, Rose. Here, give me those." She took the shopping bags from Rosalie and led her to the car. "Stefan is basically desperate to help Damon get Elena back so we're meeting him at the Grill."

"Got it…this should be fun…" Rosalie slipped into Caroline's car and closed the door. "Damon sort of hates me, so…"

"Ah, he hates everyone. Don't be offended." Caroline stashed all the bags in the backseat and then took her spot in the driver's side. They were soon off on the road to Mystic Falls.

~0~

They arrived at the Grill just as Stefan was playing a game of pool with Damon while convincing him to yet again try to talk to Elena.

"Hey," Caroline greeted them, ":Okay. So Bonnie took Jeremy to go visit her mom and neither of them have talked to Elena."

"Yeah, I tried calling her several times on the way here and she sent me straight to voicemail," Rosalie said.

Damon made a face at the two. "Who invited you? Scram."

"I invited them," Stefan told him, "Caroline and Rosalie agreed to help you get Elena back."

Damon scoffed. "Seriously? This one," he motioned to Rosalie, "still needs supervision when she goes outside. And her?" He made a pass at Caroline. "You hate me! You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan."

Caroline flushed and smiled awkwardly. "Well... nobody is perfect."

"Mmhm. So this is what it's come to? You bring me love advice from the child and Prudy Trudy?"

"I have said nothing and I keep being insulted," Rosalie scowled.

"Yeah, and I can be unpredictable and incredibly reckless!" exclaimed Caroline who was utterly offended.

"What's going on here? Are you guys babysitting me?" Damon said with a wary groan. He should have seen this coming, honestly.

"We're just hanging out.. chatting…" Stefan said oh so casually that not even Rosalie believed him.

"I don't need this!" Damon let his pool stick drop. "And I don't need your help!" He stormed off, leaving the three alone.

Stefan sighed as he watched his brother leave. "I guess we better try Elena again."

~0~

Later in the afternoon, Matt texted the group that he was throwing a welcome back party for Tyler Lockwood at their place. While the idea of a party wasn't exactly on their to-do list, they thought it was going to be a place where they would meet Elena and try to talk to her.

Rosalie and Caroline stayed at Caroline's getting ready for said party. Rosalie had no idea what to wear because this was technically one of her first parties. Luckily she had the best fashion stylist in town. She arrived at the Lockwood mansion earlier with Caroline dressed in a simple dark flowered purple dress. The makeup was light as she wasn't quite used to wearing it in the first place and Caroline left her hair just a bit wavy.

They were there earlier to help get the mansion situated, and to once again give plenty of distraction for the latter. However, Rosalie wondered just how smart it was to be in the same place as Tyler, who Caroline was making a huge point to avoid.

As the party got started, Rosalie tried sticking close to Caroline or Matt, not knowing pretty much anyone. She felt beyond awkward and it didn't help that Caroline was basically running around doing the small tasks to keep herself occupied. Rosalie couldn't keep up.

"Oh my goodness, thank God you're here," she breathed a sigh of relief when she bumped into Stefan.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Stefan looked her over and noticed her almost panic-stricken face.

"Everything," Rosalie confided. "I don't know anyone here, everyone is drinking, I don't like the smell, and did I mention I don't know anyone here?" Stefan laughed lightly. "Don't laugh!" Rosalie gave him a playful push on the chest.

"Alright, alright," Stefan nodded, "It's not that bad."

"Not that bad?" Rosalie repeated with widened eyes. "It's not even 8 o'clock and people are already hammered. And I just learned what that word means five minutes ago from a guy who I'm pretty sure wanted to kiss me. Being drunk makes people very blunt."

"That it does," nodded Stefan. "Well, why don't you tell me who this guy is and I can take care of it for you."

Rosalie smiled at him, grateful. "Maybe later. Can you just tell me if you found Elena already? It would make this entire party more worthwhile."

Stefan raised his eyebrows, giving the implication it was still a work in progress. He grabbed two red cups from the refreshment table and handed one to Rosalie.

Rosalie brought the cup to her nose and sniffed it. "I just don't get what's so appealing about this. It smells gross, Stefan. I would much rather go for a caramel macchiato. I just tried one this morning and it was delicious!"

"You know too much coffee isn't a good thing, right?" Stefan raised a brow at her. "Caffeine can be bad for you."

"Mm, I'll take my chances with caffeine over alcohol. At least it's way more sweet."

"C'mon Rosalie, don't leave me hanging here…" Stefan gently clicked his cup with hers, making her chuckle. "One sip?"

She gave a roll of her eyes but went ahead and did it anyway. She took a drink and swallowed it, immediately making a gagging face. Stefan laughed with her.

"Ugh, it tastes worse than it smells!" Rosalie exclaimed.

"Now you're just being dramatic."

"Am not!"

Stefan continued to smile at her as she went through the aftertaste of her one miniscule sip.

"Hey…" 'Elena' approached them, her eyes shifting between the two. For the grand purpose of fitting in, Katherine Pierce had faked just about everything to pass as Elena Gilbert. It was incredibly hard faking liking the witch who left her to die.

"Elena!" Rosalie exclaimed, leaving her drink on the table. "Finally! You're alive!"

"Of course I'm alive," Katherine said, sounding a bit annoyed. Stefan noticed it and gave her a strange look. "Wow…Stefan Salvatore is drinking beer from a cup?"

"It's disgusting," Rosalie shuddered and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Do you want me to show you where Tyler keeps the Bourbon?" Katherine smiled. "I can show you the way."

"Yeah, no thanks, as I was telling Stefan, I'm gonna stick to coffee."

"So, where have you been?" Stefan asked Katherine, studying her. "Caroline was about to send out a search party for you."

"Around... thinking.. processing, trying to figure out how to deal with this whole... Damon thing."

"Hmm. You know he made a mistake, right? He wants you back."

"Yeah. I know. Hang on…" Katherine made a face, "isn't this a little weird for you?"

"That's what I told him," Rosalie crossed her arms.

"It's incredibly weird," Stefan admitted, "but I know my brother. I know he's a better person with you than without you."

Katherine just shrugged, not quite looking interested in the topic. "So.. how are you? How are you dealing with the whole... Katherine dying thing?"

"I'm okay," Stefan nodded.

Katherine tried her damn hardest not to feel so offended. "Stefan, you don't have to hide your feelings."

"No honestly…I'm okay," shrugged Stefan. "You know, we had a thing, it ended and she died and I'm fine."

"It's good that you're not so hung up on it," Rosalie said. "Trust me, it's better to just move on."

Katherine's gaze sharpened when she looked at Rosalie. "Still, he knew her for like…150 years." She looked at Stefan then, insisting on the matter. "You're not even a little heartbroken? I mean, even I feel a little bit bad. Maybe we should give her like, a funeral, or something?"

"Oh, I asked Damon," Rosalie said, pressing her lips together, "And he laughed in my face."

Katherine sighed. "Where is she buried? I should at least drop off flowers, or something."

"We have no idea," replied Stefan. "Damon said he put her where she was always meant to be."

"Hm, classic Damon…" Katherine rolled her eyes, grabbing Stefan's drink to have for herself.

~0~

Rosalie didn't know if one drink of beer was enough to make her hallucinate. While Elena was around, Rosalie got the feeling that she was a little irritated with her. When she went to find Caroline, Elena stopped her and told her she needed a private word with Caroline. Rosalie didn't say a word and let it be. After all, she was still the newbie and had a lot of things to learn.

It was later when Caroline found Rosalie basically in tears. While she had talked to Elena about her and Klaus, Tyler overheard them. Rosalie took Caroline to a more private area outside the mansion to understand what happened.

"This is literally my worst nightmare!" Caroline clutched the sides of her head. "This is so not how I wanted Tyler to find out! I never wanted him to find out!"

"Well, now, that was a little unrealistic don't you think?" Rosalie said gently. "Unfortunately, the truth always comes out." Caroline whimpered and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that…" Rosalie sighed. "Actually I'm not sure I'm very good at this. Maybe I should find Elena."

"No, I…" Caroline dropped her hands and took a deep breath in, "I should go find Tyler and explain to him what happened."

"Erm…I don't think that's a good idea…" Rosalie said earnestly, but still gently. "I mean, what Tyler feels right now is raw anger."

"Rightful anger!" Caroline said.

"But anger nonetheless and from what I've heard, he has a terrible temper. Maybe you should let him cool down before you talk to him…"

Caroline couldn't wait that long. If she did, Tyler would think worse things of her. "I have to see him right now."

"Caroline, wait!" Rosalie called but the vampire was, of course, much faster and disappeared in the sea of partiers. She had a feeling that interaction could end very badly so went in search of help.

Stefan was just outside the entrance doors when she found him. "You're just the person I needed!" she relaxed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Stefan asked, having to hold her by the arms to keep her still.

"It's Caroline! Something bad happened and Tyler heard and now he's super angry with her and I couldn't stop her from going to talk to him! He was really angry with her, Stefan. We have to go!"

"Okay, okay, just calm down, alright?" Stefan let her go and made a gesture for her to ease up. "I'll find them."

"I'm coming," said Rosalie decisively.

Stefan allowed it just for the sake of keeping her close by while she was so frantic. They headed inside the mansion to look for Caroline and with Stefan's enhanced hearing, he realized they were upstairs. As much as he begged Rosalie to stay downstairs, she didn't budge.

They arrived in time to see Tyler wolf out against Caroline. Stefan wasted no time and grabbed Tyler and pushed him against the wall, across from Caroline. "You're drunk," Stefan pressed him harder on the wall.

"Get your hands off me!"

Rosalie meanwhile rushed to Caroline's side. "Care, are you okay?"

"What's the matter with you?" Stefan demanded from Tyler as the latter continuously fought to get free.

"You don't know?" Tyler scoffed, not hesitating for a second to tell him what was going on. "She screwed Klaus!"

Stefan paused and looked at Caroline with disbelief. Caroline took in a shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears. She brought her hands to her head, wanting to be swallowed up whole right now.

"You jerk," Rosalie spat at Tyler, breaking the terse silence in the room. Caroline chose that opportunity to run out of the room.

Stefan was silent for another minute, then nodded as he made a decision and suddenly punched Tyler in the face. "You know, drunk or not, she doesn't deserve that."

Rosalie brought her hands to her mouth in shock, not that Tyler didn't deserve it. Stefan turned around and grabbed Rosalie's hand to leave the room.

In no time they realized that Caroline left the party. Thankfully, she answered Rosalie's call and agreed to meet outside.

"I can handle going back on my own," Rosalie assured Stefan when she prepared to leave. "Damon was right, you guys basically supervise me every time I go outside."

"That's not what we're trying to do," Stefan said, though the idea was amusing to him. "You're just brand new and we don't want you getting hurt."

"It's nice to be cared for but a simple trip back to your place is definitely something I can handle, I swear. Besides," Rosalie dropped her voice to a whisper, "I still don't know anyone here and the only person I talked to just left. I'll see you later."

She took one of those ubers (with Stefan's help; though she wouldn't talk about it) and got to the Mystic Grill. Caroline was there, drinking her sorrows away and crying — not the greatest combination. For a while, Caroline was inconsolable between her embarrassment and guilt.

"It's really not that bad, Caroline,"Rosalie said, only for Caroline to scoff in her face.

"Trust me, if you were in my shoes, you'd be the same way." Caroline took another shot and waved to the bartender for another one. Rosalie then made a cutting motion across her neck for the bartender to keep going about his night. "Tyler's right to be angry with me. I'm angry with me!"

"Okay, yes, maybe he does but to nearly try and hurt you? I'm sorry but that's just a huge no," Rosalie said, scooting her stool closer to Caroline's. "Besides, I keep saying this but you are single. You did not cheat on anyone. You told me that Tyler chose his revenge plot over you and your relationship. Honestly, he has no authority over this."

"He killed Tyler's mother, Rose," Caroline let out a big breath. "That is how awful I am. I slept with the guy who killed his mother. He drowned her on Christmas Eve."

Rosalie couldn't help the face she made. That was awful, but not for the reasons Caroline felt. "That was the one and only Klaus Mikaelson. He did that, not you. Look, Caroline, I may have no clue about relationships and guys and all this stuff but I've come to know you and…I know you're not a horrible person. You're pretty damn amazing and honestly the only thing Tyler is owed is some time to process. That's it."

Caroline snorted lightly and rested her head on the counter. "I'm never going to get over this. Where's my drink?"

"Yeah, you're not getting another drink that's not herbal tea or coffee." Rosalie slid off her stool and coaxed Caroline off hers. "We're going to the boarding house and sobering you up. No protests."

Caroline made a noise but she allowed Rosalie to lead her out of the Grill. They got to the boarding house and found it pretty much empty.

"I do wonder how Stefan is doing with Damon and Elena," Rosalie said as they walked into the living room. "Truthfully, Elena didn't seem to have any intention on seeing Damon."

"She really shouldn't," Caroline muttered and sunk down into an armchair. "But that's beyond me right now…"

Rosalie agreed and decided to make Caroline a nice tea to help her calm down. Camomile was a lot easier to make and so she returned to the living room soon enough with a nice warm mug for Caroline.

"Hey, you turned on the fireplace," she said with delight. "I've been trying to do that myself but I'm scared I'll burn the house down."

Caroline chuckled and thanked her for the tea. "You shouldn't be afraid to do new things, Rose. You should be brave, you know. You've got not strings on you."

"Hmm…" mused Rosalie as she too sat down on the other armchair, "It's just kind of freaky being this free, if I'm being honest. Never had that, not even before I died. We were always trying to keep ourselves on the downlow."

"That era is over, you hear me?" Caroline lifted a finger off her mug to point at Rosalie. "I'll make sure of it if I catch you going too slow."

Rosalie playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, thanks. But this night is so not about me. It's about you and I want to make sure that you're going to be okay."

Caroline took in a breath and swallowed hard. She wasn't sure when she would be okay but that sure wouldn't be tonight.

"Hey," they heard Stefan as he came into the living room, "I thought you two would be at Caroline's tonight."

"I convinced her to come here…if that's okay?" Rosalie said sheepishly. She just realized she was treating the boarding house as her own now and that might not go well with the actual owners of the place.

Stefan, however, shrugged and said it was completely fine. "How are you?" he asked Caroline and sat on the armrest of Rosalie's seat.

"I…" Caroline sighed heavily, "I'm just trying to find a rock big enough to crawl under.. So…"

"Care," Rosalie said meaningfully, "We've been over this…"

Caroline shook her head and decided on something as she set her gaze on Stefan. "You've known me for longer so you'll tell me the truth."

"Oh, thanks," Rosalie said, prompting Caroline to flash her an apologetic smile.

"I just need Stefan to give it to me straight, Rose. I'm a horrible person, aren't I?"

Stefan looked down at Rosalie, both of them wearing similar expressions akin to 'She's serious'.

"Alright," Stefan said, raising his hands, "Caroline, let me ask you something. When you found out about me and Katherine, what was your first thought?"

Caroline's nose crinkled at the reminder. "Honestly, I thought 'eww'."

"See and if you held that against me, you wouldn't be sitting here right now, with us, would you?"

"Or maybe, my friends just see the best in people and that doesn't really work for me right now," Caroline said grimly and sipped her tea.

"Or maybe you should just listen to us," Rosalie retorted.

"No, no, no, she wants the truth, I say we should just give it to her," Stefan shrugged, "So here goes, are you ready?" Caroline nodded fervently, meanwhile Rosalie was truly confused. "Caroline, you are a horrible person. You are thoughtless. You are shameless. You are shallow and completely undependable!"

Caroline began to laugh, as did Rosalie. "Hey! I'm vulnerable right now, don't be mean!"

"You know what? Now that I think of it…" Stefan shook his head, "I have no idea what Klaus saw in you. What was he thinking?"

"Okay, okay, shut up!"

"Ah, thank you," Rosalie gripped Stefan's arm. "She wasn't listening to me at all!"

"I was!" Caroline said, offended. "I just felt bad — really bad!"

"Well, now maybe you'll listen to Stefan and just…ease up on yourself," Rosalie smiled encouragingly, "Because neither one of us thinks any less of you. By the way," she looked up at Stefan, "I'm not sure that applies to Damon."

"Hm, Damon…" Stefan let out a breath, his expression falling, "He showed up at the party tonight."

"Oh, right," Rosalie shifted in her chair to face him, "How'd it go? Did he and Elena talk?"

"They did…" Stefan said slowly, "And she broke up with him."

"Seriously?" Caroline whispered, genuinely shocked it happened.

Stefan nodded. "So now I'm sure Damon is going to go off the deep-end. I don't expect him to come home tonight."

"Should we be out there looking for him?" Rosalie asked. She felt bad for Damon in the situation.

"Nah, he's not going to listen to me or anyone else tonight. I'll try to talk to him tomorrow and hope he doesn't do anything really stupid in the meantime."

Rosalie went silent and Caroline picked up her mug and drank more of her tea. They both had an idea of what would happen, but they didn't want to make Stefan feel worse.

Later when Caroline felt good enough to go home, Rosalie went up to her bedroom for the night. She had a good idea that Stefan would probably wait up for Damon even though they all knew Damon was not coming home.

Rosalie was ready to shed her party dress and the heels that Caroline stuck on her when she saw something on her dresser. It was a small triangular white box with a small note left beside it. She picked up the note and didn't recognize the penmanship.

I will admit that it wasn't as bad as it sounded, but honestly who in their right mind would name it 'possum pie'? It's begging to be shut down for health violations. Have a piece on me. Seems like Damon and I are on a road trip.

Rosalie was utterly bewildered and glanced at the white box, taking the lid off enough to peek inside. A slice of possum pie waited for her inside. "What in the hell…?" She turned the note over and saw a number — a phone number — written across.

In case you ever need help or just want to have a chat some time. Enzo.

Rosalie passed a hand through her hair as she reread the note. She then looked around her room, wondering at what point had he snuck in to leave this here.

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 04

Dear Namjoon | KNJ

✧ Pairing: Kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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During dinner dad once again didn't talk much, we ain't in silence only have jimin say a few things once in a time. when dinner came to an end dad asked jimin if he'd wanna go with with my dad to a small business trip tonight. jimin was hesitate at first about leaving me alone but assured them I could stay by myself.

after we finished talking i went to shower, getting ready for bed. jimin strictly told me I couldn't sleep in his room because i pushed him out the bed and locked the door to stop me from coming in. shit i would've complained about it but i was too tired.

when I finally got comfortable in bed my phone rings really fucking loud and i jump out the bed to grab it. it was none other than namjoon.

i was screaming in silence before answering.

"hey" his raspy voice me blush

"heyy"

"what are you up to?"

"nothing really...just in bed"

"oh, this early?" he chuckles. i look over to the clock on my night stand and see its 8:30.

"yeah..i'm not really a morning person, sleeping enough gets me out of bed" you both laugh

"how are you getting used to living here"

"oh it's been good, i like the fact i can see jimin all the time" you smile

"getting used to have a dad too?" his words catch you off guard, it's the second time one of jimin's friends asks you that

"yeah..especially that. i don't really know how to talk to him" you laugh awkwardly

"you'll get used to it at some point, and shit you don't wanna get to know him then don't. it's up to you anyways"

"it's funny your the second person who asked me that ever since i got here"

"really? who's the first"

" what was his name again...yoongi?"

he hums at your response "jimin told us everything"

"yeah i figured.."

we talked for a while, the whole time we were on the phone my my smile was ear to ear. i paced around my room or laid on the bed. but we talked for a good hour.

"alright i should let you sleep, or you'll be grumpy tomorrow" he laughs

"yeah yeah what ever, goodnight namjoon"

"goodnight y/n"

I slept smiling that night.

I was never excited to go to school, until today. I wanted to see namjoon so bad, I was kinda mad that jimin told him I was off limits. but the face that he called me last night means he didn't care right?

I once again went with jimin to school on his bike, and I was getting used to it. He told me that every one of his friends have a bike and they take it to school.

as we arrived to school, we walked in and he told me to go with him to their 'spot' aka the rooftop

apparently the school put safely rails up there and students are allowed to go there. not many do but it's become their spot ever since they first hanged out here.

arriving to the roof top I see them all sitting and joking around with each other, there were some desks there and namjoon was sitting one of them, manspreading.

I always found it annoying when guys would do that but not namjoon. it was hot.

we walked up to them and they all greeted me, namjoon did as well but he wasn't as flirty as yesterday. actually he wouldn't even look at me, he ignored most of my glances. he didn't even look at me.

i sat at another empty desk and just fiddled with my fingers, waiting for time to pass by.

did i do something ?

we heard the loud bells, and got up to head to class. jimin throws his arm around my shoulder as we walk to the door, i glance over my shoulder to see namjoon. I catch him staring at me, with a raised eyebrow, and let me tell you his brow raise holds so much power.

during the day if we bumped into each other as we changed classes he ignored me entirely, now I was just getting irritated.

------

it was time for lunch, and we headed to the roof top again. but namjoon wasn't there. we ate our lunch and he still hadn't showed up. So i casually asked hoseok where he was and he said he's usually in the courtyard reading a book or something.

so i excused myself to go to the 'restroom' but i told jimin i might just go look around the school after, and he insisted on tagging along but i told him no.

and just like hoseok said, i found namjoon in the court yard alone reading a book. so i walked up to him, clearing my throat to make him aware of my presence. He looks up and my heart skipped a beat. he was wearing glasses and I never knew how someone cold look so hot wearing glasses.

"hey" he says casually, taking off his glasses he puts them in his case as he lays it on the book he was just reading.

"why have you been ignoring me?" i cross my arms

he chuckles and looks at me intensely

"jimin said you were off limits and look what happened at the club was hot, shit i'm attracted to you but i'm not gonna be the reason you two get in a fight or him and me get on bad terms" he shrugs, leaning back he crosses his arms

"but it's not for him to say, who i can or can't be with"

"babe that's between you two" he opens his bag to put his items away.

"but we talked last night and i-"

"hold that thought" he says abruptly as he gets up zipping his bag, he looks at the people entering the courtyard

"lets go talk somewhere else, we don't need anyone hearing our business" he puts his hand on your shoulder. gently pushing you towards the double doors. you both walk along the hall, namjoon glances into rooms until we get to the end of the hall he slides the door open and i walk in. the room was dark except for the light that came from outside. he closes the door and tosses his bag at the nearest desk, once again sitting on top of it.

i began to get nervous at the look of his serious face, so i just leaned against the wall, keeping a distance hoping he didn't sense my nervousness

"look you just got here, and i don't want you fighting with jimin ok" he breaks the silence first

you stare at his lips as he talks, just as he eyes you as you stand against the wall. there was clearly a sexual tension in the room.

"what if he doesn't know" i say quickly, he studies you for a minute before talking

"you mean not tell jimin?" you nod without hesitating

"about us"

"us?" he lifted an eyebrow

he gets off the desk and walks up to you, inches away from your face. his lips brushing against yours as he tilts your head back. "so you won't tell jimin?" his hand touches your thigh and you jolt at his sudden touch. causing you to nod again "use your words babe" his hands slides under your skirt

" i won't tell him" those four words made him smirk "you won't tell him that one of his best friends wanna fuck and kiss his little sister when ever he feels like it" his breathe tickles your nose, you blush at his words making him sneer at your reaction. shaking your head again.

"words" he pinches your thigh, as his hand makes its way underneath your skirt. "no i won't tell him" you whine, you could feel yourself vulnerable with every touch, that you'd agree to anything he asked from you.

"good girl" his hands grope your ass giving it a firm squeeze before his lips meet yours eagerly, you didn't waste time, parting your lips instantly letting his tongue in. "look at you, just yesterday you said you didn't know to kiss" he gives your ass another firm squeeze

"i learn really quickly"

"oh yea?"

"mhmm"he rolls his eyes at your cockiness

"wrap your legs around me" he says as he lifts you up, you do just as he says. your bodies pressed against each other.

you can feel the shape of his bulge right against your clothed heat, he grinds slowly against you making you moan.

"fuck..you have no idea how much i'm stopping myself from ramming into you right now" his kisses travel down your neck, as his hand unbuttons the top few buttons from your shirt. revealing your cleavage and collar bone. he right away starts to suck on your collarbone, gently nibbling on your skin. his hands continue to massage your butt as he rolls his hips into you.

"if i took your first kiss does that mean i have the honor of deflowering you" he kisses your jaw, tracing kisses down to your exposed neck

"n-namjoon" you call his name weakly, bitting your skin once more as he sees the hickey's decorate your skin, he looks up at you. seeing how bad he's messing you up. "you didn't answer"

his forehead up against yours "yes.."

"you're so fucking beautiful" he groans, and you feel his dick getting harder against you, his fingers move your panties aside, allowing him to stick his finger into you. you gasp at his sudden touch and your hands grip his shoulders

"w-wait namjoon"

"shh, don't be loud. someone might hear you" he chuckles, you nod and bit onto your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself from letting any other noise come out

he begins to thrust his finger into you, causing you to squirm from his touch "be a good girl and don't move so much" he groans from the sudden friction you did as you moved

you wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him into another kiss and you both instantly start sucking on each others lips, you tug onto his hair. he takes this chance to stick another one of his fingers inside of you. thrusting them upwards harder each time, you moan into his mouth.

the unfamiliar feeling made you extremely wet, this was the first time someone had touched you like this. he pulls away from the kiss, looking at you with intense lustful eyes "you like it huh, my fingers inside of you, the way to tighten around my fingers makes it obvious" he thrusts his digits into you once more, harder than before.

"n-namjoon please"

"what babe, tell me what you want"

you bite onto your bottom lip, your head leaning back. he takes the chance to kiss your neck a few more times. leaving some hickeys along your cleavage.

both your bodies stop at the sudden ringing of bells, indicating lunch was over and namjoon sighs in annoyance

"well that was enough fun for now" he kisses you one last time, as he pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness inside you. he stares at you as he puts his fingers inside his mouth licking his fingers

he gives your ass a few more squeezes before putting you down, making your nose scrunch at the sudden feeling of wetness between your thighs "jimin said he wasn't gonna be home tonight, what if i come over?" he asks as he fixes his hair

"uh yeah, that's fine" you tell him, as you button up your shirt. he grabs his bag from the desk, walking by you he gives you a kiss again "i'ma head out first, wait about two minutes before you go out, we don't need no one spreading rumors oh and gets some ice for your lips they're swollen " he winks at you, as he walks out leaving you all alone in the room with your drenched panties and eagerness to have him touch you more.

once the door closes you hold onto the book shelf next to you right away, as your knees give out. and you knew right there and then that you were weak for this man.

as you walked to class after waiting like namjoon said, you are zoning out as you walk. but hearing these girls in front of you talk about BTS you look up to them, trying to hear their conversation.

they said someone is planning to open a station where you basically leave letters for any of the guys, sort of like fan mail. it makes sense since they are getting popular among the school.

the whole day all you could think about was namjoon. if you saw him in the halls, he would still not spare any look at you, but you now understood why.

you all walked out of the school, and you see your dad standing by his car

"you ready jimin" he asks after saying hello to you and the guys

"i thought i would drop off y/n and then we'd leave" and you saw just how much he wanted to smack himself.

"you forgot" you say, sighing

"sorry, it didn't cross my mind" he rubs his neck

"don't worry mr.park i'll take her home" namjoon steps up behind you

"really? i'd appreciate it" he smiles, jimin looks over to you. but you were trying to control your expression and tried to not look at namjoon

"you ok with that?" he asks

"yeah, don't worry. i'll see you guys tomorrow" you smile.

jimin leaves with your dad and you stay talking with the guys a bit more, they invited you and namjoon to hang out but namjoon said he had plans and also needed to take you home. they tried to convince him a bit more before finally letting it go.

walking up to his bike he puts his helmet on you. giving your waist a small squeeze "let's go finish what we started yeah?" he whispers

----

sex

you could never really date anyone, maybe cause jimin always told you to save yourself for your special someone. and his words really stayed with you.

there was this uneasiness inside your chest, as you remembered that. namjoon and you are basically in some sort of relationship..but he hasn't asked you to be his girlfriend.

is this what friends with benefits feels like? you wondered. it made you sad thinking all you were was just a fuck buddy.

we finally arrive, and he parks in front of your house. once you both get inside, taking off your shoes, namjoon stares at you as you bend over to put them in the shoe rack. naive to the fact that your panties were showing, namjoon decides to smack your ass

"namjoon!" you jump up and look at him, shocked. he laughs at your reaction. putting his bag down he puts his hands on your waist drawing you into a gentle kiss

"where's your room" he whispers between the kiss

"upstairs, it's the first room to the left " he hums at your answer, grabbing your thighs he lifts you up making you wrap your legs around him, you giggle he walks up the stairs, he struggles to open the door but eventually does. he kicks the door shut, as he walks to your bed, tossing you onto it.

butterflies erupted inside your stomach as you see him throwing his jacket and tie on the chair, unbuttoning his shirt. he leaves it at the end of the bed

he positions himself between your legs, you cover your face with your hands knowing damn well you were beet read

"don't cover your face" he pins your hands above your head

"i wanna see your reaction to every touch" his other hand unbuttons your shirt completely. you bite your bottom lip.

fuck i gotta ask him what we are

he lets go of your wrist and gets a grip on your waist, he leaves little pecks on your neck. traveling down to your stomach. you arch your back, he begins to suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over.

"your gonna have to hide these well" he says between pecks, his hand makes its way under your skirt, as he plays with the hem of your panties he doesn't waste time and takes them off

the cold air hits your heat making you whine

"be patient, and i'll give you what ever you want" he says as he puts your lace panties inside his pants pocket, making you blush even more

he continues to leave kisses on your stomach with his arm underneath you helping you arch your back for him.

"n-namjoon" you moan

"yes" he starts to play with the zipper on your skirt

"a-are we gonna star-" his hand reaches for the clasp of your bra, and he undoes it.

"are we gonna what" he pulls it down and begins to suck on your breast.

"are we gonna. start dating" you finally ask

he stops sucking on your skin and looks up to you with a raised brow

his grip on your waist loosens before he takes his arm from underneath you. he sits up and stares at you

"i don't really do labels" he ruffles his hair

"then..where we just gonna fuck and thats it?" you ask in disbelief leaning on your elbows, your face shows the disbelief, he sighs. reaching for his shirt from the end of the bed

"you know you should listen to your brother more often" he gets off the bed, buttoning up his shirt

"what?"

"i just thought we were trying to relief each others pleasures" you were completely shocked at each word that came out of his mouth.

you felt like a fucking idiot, he took your first kiss, he marked you all over your body. you felt like crying

"namjoon" you say his name and he looks at you once more, before ruffling his hair "shit..don't look at me like that you make me wanna say yes to everything you ask from me"

i stare at him speechless, as he looks at me, eyeing the marks he left on my body. he walks over to me giving me a kiss once more but i look away. his hand grabs my chin making me face him he kisses me but i didn't kiss him back and he sighs "let me think about it ok"

grabbing his jacket from the chair he walks to the door, "i'll see you tomorrow alright" he leaves you alone in your room shocked at what just happened

"did he think we could just fuck and call it a day" you quietly say. getting off the bed you walk to the mirror, looking at all the marks he left on your body. your eyes tear up. "fuck this" you open your closet getting a huge shirt, you unzip your skirt letting it fall on the floor.

getting into your bed you wish you could sink into it and disappear, as you cry into your pillow.

"mother fucker took my favorite red underwear too" you sob

[allieoop-otomelover]

Metro PD: Close to You Hiroshi Kirisawa Steam Walkthrough

Hiroshi Kirisawa aka The Rugged boss

Main Story:

Episode 1:

Deny it, "No way!"

Let's hang back

Episode 2:

I'm worried

People tell me that a lot

Episode 3:

Argue, "How could I NOT worry?"

Wrap my arms around him

Episode 4:

Make eye contact

I could tell

Episode 5:

I'm calm now

Nothing

Episode 6:

Remain silent

Do I look like I have a boyfriend?

Episode 7:

I kind of feel bad for him

Great, a haunted house

Episode 8:

Yeah, we went to an expensive place

That doesn't sound like a good thing

Episode 9:

Say nothing

I'll try to hurry

Episode 10:

Good morning

Hold his hand

Episode 11:

Hesitate

Be careful on your way home

Episode 12:

Call Kirisawa

I was scared

Episode 13:

Get a car ready

I understand

Episode 14:

My heart almost stopped!

I want to stay

Sequel:

Episode 1:

Say nothing and sit down

I'm fine

Episode 2:

Don't pressure yourself

Nothing

Episode 3:

Yep

I'm still on the case

Episode 4:

Me? No way

I can't disobey an order

Armed & Engaged:

Episode 1:

I won't dump you

I'm not that fickle

Episode 2:

You fix it!

Episode 3:

Keep an eye on him

I wanted to see you

Episode 4:

He's strong

You're working too hard

Episode 5:

Let's go home

No

Episode 6:

No

Episode 7:

Yes

Episode 8:

I don't want that

Feign ignorance

Episode 9:

Hold him

What about me?

NYC Case Files:

Episode 1:

The old business card case

Episode 2:

As expected of a fiancee?

Episode 3:

Is it weird?

I heard

Episode 4:

Lonely

I can go

Episode 5:

Apologize for earlier

Episode 6:

Apologize for exposing it

Episode 7:

Talk about work

Episode 8:

Call out to him

Episode 9:

Sorry

Episode 10:

Please let me be with you!

Episode 11:

I will look forward to it

Yes

24 Hours and Counting:

Episode 1:

Maybe

Episode 2:

Hug back

Episode 3:

Invent a reason

Episode 4:

Say you'll do it

Episode 5:

No way

Episode 6:

There are no choices for this episode

Episode 7:

I'm glad Nomura's okay

Here is my review video.

My overall opinion from a scale from 1 to 10, 1 being get away from me! and 10 being Marry me now! I give Kirisawa a 6.5/10

Thank you for reading!

[the-firebird69]

Florida Gov. DeSantis signs 8 more bills into law. Here’s when they take effect

Florida Gov. DeSantis signs 8 more bills into law. Here’s when they take effect https://www.clickorlando.com/news/florida/2025/05/21/florida-gov-desantis-signs-8-more-bills-into-law-heres-when-they-take-effect/

We hate to tell you this guy is a traitor to you people who the hell needs you to educate it others about your illness this is ridiculous s*** okay. There's other laws that are absolutely insane one of them you can't even read now there's a few of those and they're written that way it says that the you can't change anything before August 1st of 2024 and who the hell is doing that you're changing loss that affect the past you know DeSantis AKA Jason AKA genie chomo is on glue I mean he's high as a kite this this stuff is weird as hell and who wouldn't have thought from him so we're sick of it we want him out we're going to get him out just thought you should know what we think about his dumb s*** is it's dumb and we're going to sit down the rules and the law and the guy is going to be dead and anybody helping him do this crazy s*** there's a lot of loss that he signed the ridiculous the same with Trump you people look like fools you're going down like fools you thought you'd do this program to defeat everybody you are going to be defeated I'm sick and tired of saying it and I want it done and that's how bad it is. You know what you're doing is not juvenile it's not simple stuff and your fools for believing that.. people do not want you doing this and it is taking seriously and you're running around town with your mouth open screaming things about it and you end up dead yeah people kill you for supporting this s*** and boycott Israel is illegal just starting to trouble with him and it ran and people are killing you for that because a lot of people are from Iran and yeah you get the wrong side again and if you don't take a sweeter than out of here you're going to be here little street urchin yeah everybody in Florida of yours is dying a lot of it is this idiot Jason and he's going to die again too our son says what are you trying to do force people to learn patience and self control a little worm is always bothering him and we're not the f****** sure what the f****** want you're asking for a fight and I'm cleaning your clock you're going down already what else do you want and you started up years ago and you're bothering me and bothering me and yeah you guys you died and you committed suicide over and over by bothering and harassing me and doing s***. Now your referencing someone who is bothering me who died bothering me. Where did you usually stupid but really funny so mighty Christ all matter you are a f****** dumb a******. Tell you what there's not much going on inside of you gifted folks it's not very complicated and people like corky you really got out of it should not stand up and prove what he's doing

-no that was our son and daughter but you people are evil okay you go around and you look at people out there wrong and society can't handle it anymore and they cut your eyes out and we see it a lot no pun intended but we see a lot of you with no eyeballs for about an hour and out of your mouth comes what's going on and you end up gone. And you can't help yourselves your psychotic and autistic and all sorts of other problems that make you dangerous and yeah we hear it all the time and we know that your people get hit you get hit a lot more than we said there's people all over the world defending every single type of facility that exists type of facility that exists and girls are starting to fall rapidly and people will be ready and what you really can do is talk and butter and spew? Pretty soon it's going to be over but right now we're letting you know that you want absolutely nothing from all that stupid crap and we don't want to hear from you you're just evil little s**** we're tired of fixing stuff that you break having to put up with your dumb talk and looking at you it's gross you don't look normal and you don't sound normal and you don't behave normally and we don't want to deal with you you're an ugly bunch of jerks so we have a program that's going ahead that will take care of that I keep trying to tell you to be patient you're going to get your clocks clean ing and screaming for someone to beat you to death all the time this guy Paul a as our son calls him Paul a court he got up yesterday morning and started yelling and screaming about our son for like an hour and a half so he'll show him and it's all over and you started to say we started to say what what are you saying all this for and what are you driving at and where do you want it cuz we're going to shoot the piece of s***

No he started to babble and blab and he wouldn't stop yesterday he was insisting on blabbing and he kept on making these dumb noises with his mouth smacking his lips saying he's a retarded man and he's sick of it that he's having trouble with the radiation but we're not his mama and we told him to shut it up and shut it down I'm going to come in and fix his adolescent ass and he would not shut up he wouldn't shut up for the price of anything his own people everybody telling him to shut it down so basically he got beaten to death yeah people beat him up animal getting them in trouble and he started to threaten her son repetitively and said it's not right what they're doing and things like that and he's needed and he's a nobody and our son is sick of people like him he doesn't want to hear this s*** out of them so as things go the little kid started yelling real loud we have a chance here to do some good and it was yesterday no he's saying it now and he wants to take our son's money so we've had it with that guy and we don't want to hear from him so people are going after him to make sure that he doesn't get up and we are going to make sure that he's gone okay that's what we're going to do and we are going to do it today he's out there making cars things like that trying to capture us no he's trying to do the job and he sucks at it so he definitely was beating up and his stuff is taken his territory will be gone the numbers are showing his people are leaving

--the guy is probably half gone and he is getting brutally killed out there because of his flipping mouth and her son wants the car design because he's a waste of time and it's going to happen. There's probably about 0.4% a day being hit by regular people

-also on top of that they have a war here and the middle areas the max morlock or down to about 19.3% roughly and they're losing a lot of people Trump is down to 4.8% the dregs are down to 3.7% and a pseudo empire 3.6% in falling the Mac morlock are not numbering that many anymore but bja and miscellaneous smack more luck or like him about 14.4% and that is a lot of people

-the clones are getting close to 2.2% they'll be out of people all over the world pretty soon their hardware is almost gone this morning a new development has occurred

##the clones are now considered to be a level 8 out of nine on the terror level and yeah you can only be at 9:00 it's the worst. We are issuing a warning shortly they are very mean and dangerous 99% of their hardware is out or inaccessible most of it is out and taken by other groups about 96% fairly soon all of it will be inoperable for them and they will flee to the north

##there's a ton of people who are bothering our son about all sorts of things this is one of them but they are part of the problem this is a huge huge event so we're publishing now

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera ok he's some people are trying to stop him

[abortionvibes]

Eddie Munson as your older brother hc 🧑‍🎤🎸🦇💀🕊️

Warrings- swearing. Also the reader is gn ;))

ALSO IF THERE'S ANY SPELLING ERRORS I'M SORRY

. TACKLING

. Even though he's like 19 or 20 you guys still play fight all the time

. He has no mercy either until he breaks your arm or something 🦇🦇

. Since you guys live in a small ass trailer sadly you guys have to share a room

. You guys probably have bunk beds

. Your room smells like ABSOLUTE BUTT CHEEKS though. Probably the reason why Chrissy died tbh😢......

. Eddie has been into fantasy type stuff since he was little (heavily influenced by Lord of the ring books). So when you guys were younger you both would pretend to go on all these crazy magical adventures with each other

. One time you guys were sword fighting (aka just whacking broomsticks at each other) and he hit you in the face so hard you lost your first tooth 💕💕💕

. He probably also stole your tooth fairy after that too 🧚✨

. You guys have a lot of inside jokes about those times

. When he was like 13 he played you happy birthday on the guitar ( it was so "good" it left you speechless with this face 😀)

. When Eddie discovered d&d you didn't really have a choice on whether you wanted to play or not, so let's just say you now know a lot about d&d

. Whenever Wayne has his day off the three of you would sit on the living room floor and play for like an hour or two

. Wayne didn't even know what was going on half the time, he was just there to make you and Eddie happy

. This is also how hellfire kinda started btw

. PRANKS!!!! YOU GUYS PRANK EACH OTHER 25/8

. And not just "draws on your face while you sleep" no he'll pour a bucket of water on your face while you're asleep

. Sorry but this man sleep talks/ snores so have fun falling asleep or whatever

. Sometimes you call him "Edward" and it annoys the shit out of him

. To be honest you're probably just used to him playing his guitar all the time but if it's really bothering you, he'll either stop or you'll just have to go in another room

. And he'll only stop playing if you're like screaming/ throwing up/ dieing/ crying/ rolling around on the floor or giving him millions of dollars

. I imagine he gets pretty touchy when he's close with someone ( IN A NON-SEXUAL WAY OF COURSE OF COURSE)

. So he'll mess up your hair, hug you, playfully hit you all that stuff

. Eddie can't cook for shit and if you can't cook either Wayne leaves money on the counter before he goes to work so you guys can buy dinner, groceries or whatever

. SCARY MOVIES ALMOST EVERY NIGHT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT 🤭

. "Munson Freaks"

. Will rant to you about everyone he hates at school *cough cough Jason cough*

. Dustin is like your second brother 😌

. Will throw you across the room as a joke and then laugh about it

. Gives you his old clothes, jewelry, battle vest whatever, as either a gift or just cause he doesn't know what to do with it

. "You want this?"

"Sure"

* Throws at your face*

. Okay but if you want to make your own battle vest he'll be so happy. Like he'll be squealing and jumping up and down like every other Joseph Quinn fangirl 💀

. He'll spend every last penny buying you patches, pins, graphics or he'll give you his old patches, whatever you need

. If you want to use any of his 🍃 or anything else it really depends

. By that I mean if you're like under 16 it's gonna be a 10000000000% no and if you steal his 🍃 he's gonna throw his guitar at you

. BUT if you're over 16 and give him a thousand dollars he MIGHT let you use his 🍃 sometimes and only when you're with him and NOTHING ELSE

. He just doesn't want you ending up like him is all 😕

. If Eddie is ever "mysteriously" gone for a couple days he's probably in jail😒

. VERY IMPULSIVE and if you're impulsive too THEN SHIT GOES CRAZY AND Y'ALL HAVE LOTS OF FUN TOGETHER

. NOT ONLY DO Y'ALL PULL PRANKS ON EACH OTHER BUT ALSO RANDOM ASS PEOPLE TOO

. You guys make each other laugh all the time ☺️

. If you're fruity (like him) he was probably the first person you came out too

. "Ooohhh woooowwwwww I tooootally had no idea *smiles wink wink*"

. He already knew babe 🤭🤭

. If he was in a life or death situation and it came down to either you or his guitar...... I'm so sorry but 🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇💀💀

. If you're a heavy sleeper he wakes you up in the morning by playing his guitar at max volume

. He'll drive you to school and stuff

. If you need a ride to somewhere else, it depends on how he's feeling. Like if he's really bord then he'll gladly take you somewhere. But ya know if he's in the middle of doing something it's obviously gonna be a no

. Sometimes at night you guys sit on top of your trailer, stare at the stars and talk about life until like 7 in the morning ✨

. Definitely takes ANY OPPORTUNITY HE HAS TO JUMP SCARE YOU

. No matter if you're at home, school, public literally just anywhere (you do the same back)

. He makes EVERYTHING a damn competition too. Like who can get to the house first, eat the fastest, yell the loudest, get kicked out of the store first all that kind of stuff

. Sorry but you have no control over the radio, unless if it's your radio then you might have a little bit of control over it sometimes 🙄✋

. He'll also embarrass/ annoy you at school in front of your friends, whether you share the same friend group or not. Because he just loves you that much 😍

. Overall he might be the biggest asshole ever but he loves you so much 😌😌

[fortuositywritings]

I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 8

Summary: Did someone order a fluff stuffed pizza with extra cheese? 

Warnings: Language, also a bit of violence

The following day starts as most have the past week, only this time you are not dreading waking up early in the morning for a hike aka jogging at an incline with Nat. In fact, you wake up kind of pumped for it and decide to forego the usual coffee. Nat looks at you like you are crazy. You shrug. “Not all of us need caffeine to live, Natasha.”

But you do, you find out mid-hike.

“Fuck me!” you groan, dragging behind Nat.

“No, thanks. You’ve got Wanda for that,” Nat quips. When you don’t reply, she continues, “What? No comment?”

“I’m saving my energy. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. If I die here from exhaustion, hit me with a rock or something. Make it look like a cooler death,” you say. She laughs. “What happened to not needing coffee?”

“Caffeineless-Me is a delusional me. Don’t ever listen to her,” you huff.

Luckily, you smell coffee when you get back to the house. You hear voices in the kitchen and make a dramatic entrance. Clint, Pietro, and Sam’s conversation halts at your interruption. Finding Clint responsible for the coffee, you butter him up in exchange for the coffee cup he hands you. “You know, I told Laura, you were it. I said ‘Laura, you’ll never find another like this one. A king among simple men.’ True story.” Used to your antics, Clint ignores you but Pietro and Sam laugh.

You spend the afternoon at the arcade with Wanda, Pietro, and Peter. You in fact do beat Pietro at skeeball, rubbing your win in his face. He beats you at everything else. It’s hard to be a sore loser though when you are too busy having fun and entertaining Wanda. 

Wanda pulls you all into a photo booth. The group does their best to fit in what is meant to be a two person booth. Wanda ends up on your lap, you sitting next to Pietro, and Peter sticking his head into the frame. You shoo the boys out after the group photos, wanting a strip of you and Wanda. Despite the free space, Wanda stays seated on your lap, not that you mind it. The first two photos are silly. You kiss her cheek for the third and simply smile for the last one in which Wanda sports a blush looking at you. 

You ask Wanda if she is ready to go to the bookstore yet, not forgetting what you promised. She refrains from saying yes when a game calls her attention. She says you can leave after one more game. Wanda challenges you to Guitar Hero and the results are embarrassing. You stare at her score in shock. You refuse to believe it. “What? There is no way! How?” She giggles when you turn your face to her with your hands on your cheeks. “No wonder you’re so good with your hands.”

She blushes at your comment. “Do you play guitar?” You ask, but before she can confirm or deny, you stop her, “Wait, no. I don’t want to know. ‘Cause if you do, that’s too attractive and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because it will ruin our dynamic, You see, we both bring certain things to the table. You bring in the kind hearted, easy on the eyes superhero thing to the table. Me, I bring in the funny, cute, one year away from graduating college kid thing. My two years playing the trumpet as a child could never match even the thought of you holding a guitar,” you explain.

Wanda looks at you curiously. She smiles cheekily, before saying, “I’ll have to play for you someday then.” She laughs when you groan saying she ruined it all and tugs you by the hand to where the prizes are. You both trade your tickets in for small inflatable sledge hammers that you immediately use against each other standing off to the side of the prizes booth. You feel the employee who helped you out stare at you both and feel like you are getting in trouble, so you stop hitting Wanda.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” the employee says. “The two of you just make a really cute couple.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, but you don’t correct him, unbeknownst to you, making Wanda suppress a smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, you promised me a bookstore,” Wanda says, taking your hand and pulling you toward the exit. You spend an hour in the cute bookstore, which Wanda could have easily made two but she took pity on you, seeing you get a little restless walking around the store in circles. She leaves the store with two new books in hand that you had insisted on buying and a smile on her face as you hold the door open for her.

“I would say ‘I got you next time’ but I wouldn’t want to force you to actually read words on paper,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes at her playful remark. “No, we wouldn’t want that.” 

“So, how about we get some ice cream instead?” she offers, hoping to spend a little more time with you out in the town. Your ears perk up at those words. “Now we’re talking, Maximoff!”

“That reminds me. You still haven’t told me your last name.”

“And I’m not talking.” You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Wanda jokes, “Well that’s a first. That was the only key, right?”

Wanda laughs when you roll your eyes and eagerly take the bag with her books out of her hand to carry it instead, replacing it with your own as you practically drag her to the ice cream shop. She tries not to react when halfway to the shop you interlace your fingers and smile at her, but her heart doesn’t get the message.

Tanya smiles when she sees you both back again at the shop. She raises an eyebrow, looking at your hands in question. You catch her look and shake your head in denial at Tanya while Wanda is busy looking at the flavors of ice cream. Tanya purses her lips disapprovingly and you nearly groan. Wanda turns to you and asks if you know what you want, unaware of the silent conversation that occurred before her. 

You tell her to order hers first. Although you see her eyeing the strawberry flavor for a good amount of time, she orders the cotton candy flavor. You look at her surprised. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

“Well, in that case, Tanya, I will have two scoops of the strawberry on a cone, please and thank you,” you order. Wanda gives you the same look you’d given her, so you decide to throw her words back at her. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

Wanda pays for your ice creams, which of course Tanya would not let slide without commentary. “She’s making you pay for the ice cream? It’s no wonder Y/N stays single. You would think she’d know how to treat a lady.” Tanya shakes her head at you, making you scoff. Wanda laughs but defends you. “She does. This is a small thank you for how well she’s actually done that.”

“Yeah, Tanya! You hear that? I treat people well,” you reiterate as you take your prepared cone from Tanya. “I even did as you said and took her to the fair.” As if it is so unbelievable, Tanya looks at Wanda for confirmation and looks nearly impressed when Wanda nods. You add to pick on Wanda, “All for her to dance with someone else for most of the night.”

This time she scoffs and you try to suppress your smile at how easy you could rile her up. “It was one song,” she defends herself. When she sees that you’re just pulling her leg, she huffs, “You’re annoying,” and goes to sit at the small table by the entrance. Tanya speaks up when you just stand there looking after Wanda with a smile. “Don’t leave her to eat alone now.”

Tanya’s voice startles you out of your trance and you make your way to sit across from Wanda. “It was two songs,” you say, continuing the banter. Wanda retorts before trying her ice cream, “Two. One. What’s the difference?”

“He got one more song with you than I did,” you shrug. You see her make a face of disappointment at the flavor she chose. She replies, “It could have been none with him if someone just asked earlier.”

“Noted. I will let someone know and pass on the message for you,” you tease, earning you a light kick under the table from Wanda while you start with your ice cream. You can only watch her struggle to eat her ice cream and look at yours longingly for so long, before you eventually just snatch hers from her hand. 

“Hey! I was eating that,” she complains. 

“Oh, is that what you were doing? That was a very sad attempt at best. Here, try again,” you say and hand her the rest of your strawberry ice cream. She tries to hand yours back. “I’m not going to take your cone. It’s not the one I ordered.”

You shove the rest of the ice cream you stole into your mouth and eat it as quickly as you can. Wanda stares at you in shock. You try not to make a face at the brain freeze you get. “Well, I just finished yours so now you have no choice.”

Wanda giggles. “You have a brain freeze, don’t you?”

Nothing gets past this woman. You try to deny it anyway. “Nope. Brain warm, actually.”

You don’t fail to make her laugh. She thanks you and you smile as she finishes the strawberry ice cream. You decide to head back to the arcade before the guys get worried. You are surprised they have yet to call or text to ask where you and Wanda were. Wanda says she wouldn’t be surprised if they did not even notice your absence. 

Someone spots you making your way out of the ice cream shop with Wanda and decides to approach you. “Well, well, well. Look who it is,” a loud voice taunts you, making you and Wanda turn your heads to see a guy your age and not so much taller than Wanda approach you. You know him as Abby’s (grocery store lady’s daughter) ex-boyfriend. 

You don’t try to delude yourself into thinking this exchange could be an exchange of simple pleasantries especially given your history and the condescending sneer he throws your way. You huff, mumbling under your breath, “Never move to a small town, Wanda.”

She gives you a questioning look but you ignore it as the ex-boyfriend stands before you both. You give him an obviously fake smile, acknowledging his presence. “Jack,” you say tiredly, not wanting to give anyone the impression you want to actually interact with him. He, on the other hand, has a bone to pick with you and does not plan to let you off easily. 

“Y/N, I see some things never change.” He laughs bitterly, giving Wanda the once over. Not appreciating this, you try to avert his attention back to you and speak in a more fed up tone. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t say hi to your little girlfriend? You were always so eager to say hello to mine. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t show the same courtesy,” he says, scorn clear in his voice. You really do not have it in you to put up with him and the mess you made that you never dealt with, but you’ve had enough of this biting you in the ass at every corner in this town.

“Look, what I did wasn’t cool. I know, okay? I’m genuinely sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration or talking to you about it before and ignoring the whole thing after it happened. Alright? Can we just move on from this?” you ask, sincerely. Jack looks at you in shock as you await his answer, wanting nothing but to finally move past this mess. Wanda on her end is impressed by your ability to recognize a mistake and apologize. You can feel her looking at you and Jack notices it too, the act riling him up more than anything.

When Jack saw you, he finally found his chance to let everything he was holding back out and seeing you with someone else only assured him he was right about you being this asshole who just goes around stealing people’s girlfriends. He was not expecting an apology. Although it seems to be sincere, it still does not satisfy him and seeing the girl you’re with looking at you the way she is because of it just ticks him off.

So he doesn’t accept your apology. Instead, he turns to Wanda. “It’s a little late for apologies, L/N. Hey, sweetheart. Some advice, best go apologize to your boyfriend before it’s too late, ‘cause whatever you think this is,” he says waving between you and Wanda, “it’s not gonna last.”

Trying to form some semblance of a safety blanket against his fiery gaze, you pull Wanda to stand behind you. Now you’re feeling very irritated. You’re not going to hit him or anything of that nature. God knows you would only hurt yourself. You’ve always strayed away from getting into fights. Besides, why bruise your fists when you could bruise his ego?

“Hey, assface. What do you know about lasting? Last I heard you weren’t doing too well with that. Some advice for you,” you taunt him, using the same tone he did with Wanda, “when you are finally doing something right, which you’ll know since Abby’s not really a quiet one, give her neck a little squeeze and-” You snap smugly. “She can thank me later.”

The whole time you were talking, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. It’s logical to stay clear when you see the signs of a volcano about to erupt, but when you are standing two feet away from the danger zone, it’s a little hard to avoid getting hurt. You see it coming but you are not quick enough to dodge it. Suddenly, your ass is on the sidewalk, vision impaired as your hand covers the left side of your face that is throbbing in pain. Wanda would say her vision is also impaired as all she sees is red. Not caring if anyone sees, she uses her magic to hold him by the throat, red wisps tightening around his neck. She sees the panic in his eyes but doesn’t ease up. 

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again. In fact, from now on you don’t talk to her unless she’s speaking to you. Don’t look at her unless she calls your name,” Wanda threatens him, her voice deadly calm, you would almost define it as soothing. Jack wouldn’t. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Jack nods to the best of his abilities, starting to feel light headed. “If you even think about touching her again, I’ll know.” 

She releases her magical hold. He coughs, bringing back oxygen into his lungs. Jack sees the red fade from the witch’s eyes but her stare still holds a fire. Not wanting to enrage the witch any further, he sprints away as soon as she says, “Leave.”

As soon as he is out of sight, Wanda turns to check on you. She finds you already on your feet but your hand is still over your face. She pries your hand away and sees the damage, a bruise already forming over your cheek. You flinch when she prods it gently. Wanda gives you a questioning look when you unexpectedly giggle.

“Sorry, it’s just. Nat always said my big mouth would get me into trouble like this one day. I was really hoping she would be wrong about this one,” you explain, looking away from her but still giggling. Wanda doesn’t find it funny. She gently takes your chin to face her. “It’s not your fault. He had no right to lay a finger on you.”

Wanda’s intense stare doesn’t waver. It’s almost demanding you to understand that what happened can’t be brushed off as a joke and it works. Your mind replays the events and you feel a lump in your throat. Wanda brushes a tear away from your cheek. You hadn’t been aware of the tears forming in your eyes. The sound of a car passing by snaps you out of your emotional state. You haven’t had a good cry in a long while, but like hell will you allow yourself to break down on the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop where you used to work.

You chase away the tears and clear your throat. Today was a great day for the most part; you weren’t going to let this bump in your trail keep you from continuing on to have a great day and ending it on a good note. Your eyes are a vault of tears, and though you know one day that door is going to open and possibly drown you, today would not be that day. 

You pull away from Wanda’s touch but before she can say anything about it you hold that hand in yours. “Thank you. I’m lucky you were here.” You avoid cringing at how your voice breaks halfway through, evidence of the lump in your throat you cleared away. You manage a small smile instead. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I hope I didn’t frighten you,” Wanda says, suddenly embarrassed at her quick tempered reaction. This brings out a genuine giggle out of you. “Are you kidding me? Frighten me? The only scary thing about your reaction was how attractive I found it!” 

You can tell Wanda doesn’t believe you, searching your face for any sign that you may be lying and saying this just to humor her. “No, seriously. His pants were wet out of fear. My pants were wet in an entirely different way,” you press. She laughs with glowing red cheeks. As the color fades, you and she decide to head back to the arcade after you refused her offer of getting you something cold at the store to rest against your cheek.

Pietro and Peter didn’t notice you had left the arcade, but they do notice your bruised cheek quickly. After dismissing their concerns, you ask if they were ready to head back. They say they still have to trade their tickets in, so you let them go do that. It isn’t too long until you are back to the car.

It turns out you are the only one in the car with a license, but you’re not feeling up to driving back to the house. Peter looks nervous at the prospect of driving, barely having taken two lessons at school, so he isn’t going to drive. Wanda wants to sit by you, so she lets Peter sit up front. That leaves Pietro to drive.

Big mistake.

You make it home in one piece with your bruised cheek, a massive headache, and a date with the church on Sunday after promising God you would go if you make it back home alive. Pietro brakes hard when pulling up right behind Nat’s car. Luckily, he didn't hit her car. You didn’t need to survive Pietro’s wild car ride, just so Nat could kill you after. 

The twins are arguing. “God, Wanda. No one likes a backseat driver,” Pietro says as he puts the car in park and takes the key out of the ignition. Wanda yells, “No, but I’m sure we would all like to live to see past our 20’s and Peter past high school!”

At the mention of his name, Peter finally opens his eyes and loosens his tight grip on his seatbelt. “Oh, we’re here? I, um, have to go to the bathroom.” He excuses himself before basically ripping the door open and running into the house on shaky legs. Pietro also storms out of the car but more so in irritation from his sister.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks you, taking off her seatbelt. You unbuckle yours and laugh to ease her concerns. “Yeah, just give me a moment. I don’t think my life is done flashing before my eyes yet.” 

Wanda giggles as you act out seeing your life replaying in your mind. “Okay, almost done. Exercise with Nat, board games, seeing you naked.” You laugh when she punches your arm. “Arcade, your brother almost killing us all, and finished. Wow, I lived a pretty good life.”

She shakes her head at your silliness, before practically pulling you out of the car. Most of everyone is in the living room when you come inside. You guess your bruise must be very noticeable, your cousin gasping upon seeing your face. She rushes to your side with the help of Clint and sees the damage.

“Y/N, what happened?” she asks, a motherly type of concern slipping into her tone.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You thank Nat when she sits you down and helps place an ice pack on your injury.

“It looks pretty bad, kid,” Clint says, not helping ease the concern on his wife’s or his best friend’s face. 

“You should have seen the other guy,” you say, acting like you actually did anything other than stare mouth agape as Wanda took care of Jack. The disbelief on everyone’s face when you said that, including Sam’s, was insulting. You scoff, “Okay, ouch. I could have taken care of business if Wanda wasn’t there, thank you very much.”

“So, Wanda was there?” Nat pries and you tell them everything. Laura thanks Wanda for doing what she did and Wanda, being of humble heart, claims it goes unsaid that she would do that for any of them and there was no need to thank her. Nat doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ but she tells you it’s time to learn self-defense as she wants you to quote unquote “be prepared next time god forbid something like this happens again”, which to you was another way of saying ‘I told you so’, 

Nat says she will personally see to giving you your first lesson tomorrow. Clint laughs at the thought and suddenly everyone is amped to watch Nat teach you some moves in the morning, inviting themselves to be your audience as if embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha was not going to be enough. Everyone leaves you alone to get ready to sleep after that. 

After changing into your pjs, you pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll sitting on the couch. You have at least fifty or so new photos of just today. You smile as you watch the video you recorded of Wanda and Pietro playing Dance Dance Revolution. Watching them interact today, you are reminded of you and Laura and Nat and if their bond is anything like yours, you are happy that Wanda has someone like that in her life. 

Wanda comes downstairs to check up on you before turning in for the night. She hears you before she sees you, your giggles cutting through the air. She follows the sound, curious as to what has you in such spirits. When she is close enough, Wanda sees you are laughing at something playing on your phone. 

“What are you watching?” Wanda asks from behind you.

“Just some of the stuff I recorded today. Come look.” You invite her over.

Leaning over your shoulder, she finds out it is a video of her and her brother playing the dancing game at the arcade. She fails to see what you find so funny but as the video plays on, you kept zooming in and out of Wanda’s face as she pouts every time she missteps but the look of determination never wavering. 

You think it’s a cute video but you aren’t surprised when Wanda lunges for your phone in an attempt to take it and delete the video. You lean forward away from Wanda on time so that she cannot reach it. She groans, “Delete it.”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head and laugh when Wanda wastes her energy to maneuver around the couch to take the phone away only for you to hide it behind your back away from Wanda’s hands. She looks down at you unimpressed. “Y/N, do you really think that’s going to work? I can take it with a wave of my hand.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Always relying on your magic. Afraid you can’t get it without twirling your fingers?” you shoot back with a smirk. Your cockiness is short lived as you see Wanda sport the same look of determination she wore in the video you took. She surprises you by settling onto your lap, basically straddling you. She holds you by the shoulders. You nearly whimper when she leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ll show you twirling my fingers.”

She leans away from your ear and looks you right in the eye as one hand begins to wander down your chest. You hold your breath when she gets to your belly button. You should have known better, misreading the smirk on her face. It all takes a turn when she brings her other hand down and begins to tickle you. 

You try fighting her off with one hand, keeping the other with your phone behind your back, but she’s relentless. You flail around and you end up lying on the couch, Wanda still on top of you. You can’t help the tear that slips and you take that as your cue to beg her to stop. “Mercy! Mercy! Stop!”

Wanda eases up on the tickling, giving you time to catch your breath, but she makes no move to get off of you nor to actually take your phone away. She rests her hands on your stomach and watches you, amused when you wipe away your tear. 

“That wasn’t nice,” you breathe out. She chuckles. You stare at her as if it is your turn to gaze at her in wonder. She takes you by surprise again when she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

She’s kissed you before. Hell, you’ve done a lot more than that, so you’re wondering why she’s even asking at this point. At the confusion on your face, she explains, “I mean, can I kiss you just to kiss you?”

Finally understanding what she is asking, you sit up and give her your permission. “You can kiss me whenever you want. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.” She hesitates to move so as a show of faith you peck her lips, startling her. “See?”

Wanda smiles and leans forward to kiss you. It’s a slow but still rather chaste kiss. It takes your breath away and when she pulls back she giggles as your lips unconsciously chase after hers. She gives you what your lips were seeking for, pulling you further into her by your neck and tangling her hands in your hair. You are kissing slowly but then you’re not when you slip your hands under her shirt to grip her waist. You pull away and kiss down her neck. 

Wanda starts to feel hot. She doesn’t know when she started to grind onto you, but her hips are actively working to find some friction to relieve the feeling that’s bubbled up. You’re both wearing too many clothes, she thinks. She pushes you away and goes to take off her shirt, but when she had pushed you, you’d come to your senses. You stop her and pull her shirt back down. 

“As much as I’d like to, Clint and Nat seeing me in boxers haunts me to this day. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do if someone saw us less than decent on the couch,” you explain. 

“Oh,” she says, almost a little dejectedly, but Wanda understands. She honestly forgot they were in the living room, open for anyone to accidentally walk in on them. You crack a joke at her sounding so bummed. “Sorry if I gave the idea that I’d be comfortable putting it all out there for show. I don’t know what kind of things you and your ex-robo-boyfriend liked to do, but not everyone can be as free spirited.”

Knowing what comes next after a joke like that, you are quick to grab her wrists before she punches your arm. “Or as violent,” you add, laughing when she pouts at not getting her way. You wrap your arms around her before falling back to lie on the couch. Wanda stretches out her legs to get more comfortable, which is hard to do given your arms are still wrapped around her holding her arms down as well. 

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles into your neck. You laugh. “Hey, don’t start comparing me to your exes. It’s hard to compete with a lab-produced man. He’s probably over six feet tall and can do long division in a blink. Probably does the cheesy things you like, like serenading you and lipsyncs as the song actually plays from his mouth.”

Your arms loosen up as you speak, allowing Wanda to shift more so beside you. Wanda giggles at your rambling and throws an arm around your stomach. “He’s not an Alexa, Y/N.”

“Are you sure? Or you just never tried saying ‘Vision, play Summer by Calvin Harris’?” She bites your shoulder instead of swatting at you. “Ow. What kind of name is Vision anyway? I mean that can only mean he’s packing some serious stuff cause moaning out ‘Vision’ is just not it, you know? I mean, it’s better than ‘Brad’ but honestly most anything is better than Brad.” 

“Ugh!” Wanda lets out in frustration and a hint of embarrassment. Her face turns pink but she tries to hide it behind her hand. She says something else you don’t catch as it’s muffled by her palm. You grab her hand and move her arm back to its original position around you. “What was that?”

“I said ‘I don’t’,” Wanda repeats. 

“You don’t, what?” you ask. Wanda waits a second for you to catch up. “Wait, you and he never?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you are too bewildered by that possibility that you have to confirm. “Never ever?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Sorry, it’s just that,” you pause. A thought that nearly shuts down your brain takes over and you have to ask, but you weren’t sure how, not knowing if she would want it brought up in case the answer was yes. “Wait! Were you? I didn’t, um.. Did I…”

“Did you, what?” Wanda cautiously asks, noting how hesitant you are to ask whatever it is you were trying to figure out. You clear your throat. “Was I your first?”

You don’t know what you hoped the answer to be. Yes? Being someone’s first can be a big deal and if you were hers, Wanda’s first time, you’d have to move to a mansion for the size of your ego. But another thought arises. Did you live up to her expectations? Her body language seemed to say yes, but maybe she’s just really good at lying. Did you actually disappoint? Wanda disrupts your thoughts by laughing… loudly. 

“Well, damn. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been sufficient,” you pout. Internally, you are a little relieved to not have been the first. When she leaves here, you’ll probably be brought up at an odd time or another in conversation. Three of the small group of Avengers will probably remember you as Wanda’s fling, but you wouldn’t be able to stand being seen as that goof that deflowered the second youngest member of the team. 

“Do not take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I’m glad you were not my first,” she says. Obviously, your response is “Ouch. I don’t know how there is any other way to take that.” She continues, “Because I got to enjoy myself with you. The first time for me was not fun. I didn’t even really like him, but I was tired of everyone comparing me to Pietro, who is as you say more of a ‘free spirit’, and I guess I wanted to prove I could be too.”

With one hand you run your fingers through her hair and with the other you rub her arm in comfort. “Well then in that case, I’m glad I wasn’t your first as well. Also, I enjoyed it too.” She giggles, making you smile in return. “Just sayin’.”

“What about you?” she asks. 

“My first time?” She nods. You hesitate to get into it and she gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s only fair. My first was actually Skye,” you say. Wanda looks surprised. “I know. A lot of firsts with that one.”

“How did you meet?” Wanda keeps the conversation flowing after a heavy pause.

You chuckle remembering how it happened. “It all started with what Laura coined the great animal rescue,” you start. You tell her the beginning, the middle, and the end of your first and really only relationship. 

“Was she the girl in the picture you showed Peter?” Wanda knows the answer. Why does she do this to herself? Maybe to try to get it through her head that there is someone out there that knows you the way she does and maybe better. Of course, a straight yes or no is too much to ask from you. “Daisy Ridley? I wish! Could you imagine? Rey Skywalker?”

“Maybe Sam has a right to tease you. You are a nerd.” You scoff, “Excuse me. Anyone would be lucky to date ‘only the prettiest woman alive!’” you repeat Peter’s voice, trying to make his voice. Wanda laughs at your impersonation of the young hero.

You remove Wanda’s arm and get off the couch. She frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Getting us a blanket and pillows. It’s way late and although I can talk with you until the sun rises, I need to get some sleep before Nat kicks my ass tomorrow. I’ll be right back,” you say with a smile before turning to grab said items.

You come back, hand Wanda a big pillow you decide you would both use, and stretch the blanket out over her before getting under it and back to the way you were before. 

“Are you comfortable? Do you want the other pillow?” you ask her, which she really appreciates. Once she tells you she’s all good, you kiss her head and wish her sweet dreams.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda replies.

She can’t understand how Skye held so much of you and let you go. Holding you and talking through the night with you, she knows it’s going to hurt when she will have to do the same in a few days. She holds you tighter and closes her eyes, hoping to dream of you tonight.

“Does Vision come with WiFi?”

“Y/N, go to sleep,” Wanda mutters, though she tries not to laugh.

“Sorry, just wondering. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Did Vision have wifi? He doesn’t work like a router, does he? Could she have had a personal hotspot the entire time she was dating him? Wanda needs answers.

“I bet you’re thinking about it now too, huh?” 

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, sleeping now.”

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[getosboobies]

reasons i think matchablossom is or has been canon!

once again, i have become overly obsessive and have throughly analysed each and every kaoru & kojiro scene that we currently have. i indulged and created my own list of “ are they besties or are they banging or both “ but i have decided to share it all with you :))

( keep in mind, i’m a reacher and these are just my interpretations. i will go to any extent to prove myself correct - no matter how unlikely )

so first of all, we have the fact cherry is the only one we have yet to see at joe’s restaurant after hours. this immediately shows that they are extremely comfortable with each other and spend a lot of time together even when they’re not skating. it also potentially suggests cherry is waiting for joe to go home, maybe a habit they’ve developed over time. before these scenes, the producers always show an image of the restaurants front door which states closed. by showing this frame, it obviously gives the impression it’s important for us to know that it is closed and therefore showings us that joe and cherry’s relationship is more than just some rivalry banta and that they have an established friendship built on trust and time. the creators could have just not shown that it was closed and had us assume that’s they were just good friends who spent time together but they went a whole step further and showed us these two men’s personal lives are somewhat intertwined with one another, showing us that they don’t have large boundaries for each other which would be considered strange in contrast to the “ arguing “ we had previously seen between them. if this isn’t enough for you, in these scenes we also see joes uniform unbuttoned so i take this as even more evidence of how comfortable they are around each other. also ! restaurants tend to close quite late ( avg. 8pm-12pm ) and on all the shots of the closed door, it has been dark outside. why wouldn’t cherry be home at this time settling down or something??? or maybe cherry has a lot of love for joe if he’s willing to wait that long for him to finish work... just sayin’. more on this, i analysed the restaurants design and noticed that the plug in the wall is really low down to the ground. maybe this is just one of joes odd design techniques or maybe it was specifically placed for cherry to charge carla, the concept of which, makes me very happy

keeping on the point of joe’s restaurant, whenever we have seen cherry inside he always sits right in front of the kitchen, this is pretty normal unless you think about 1) how much time he spends there 2) how busy restaurants get 3) he came there while he was with a colleague. we’ve already seen that cherry doesn’t mind coming after hours so why did he come during the day if he knew joe would be busy? this is similar to the fact he came in with his colleague in episode 2 - he obviously wasn’t expecting to be able to talk with joe while he was out for a work meal, so why on earth would he sit right in front of where joe would be, which is situated in a considerably inconvenient table for work meal? what i’ve interpreted from this is that cherry’s must enjoy being in joes presence. cherry canonically having anxiety would explain why he likes being close to someone who he knows well, and that cares for him. being able to see and hear joe so close is perhaps very relaxing for cherry.

now when i watched sk8 for the first time, i gather the impression that joe was a forgive and forget kinda guy when it came to someone who did him wrong. when we’re introduced to adam it’s evident there is some hostility within joe but this does not nearly compare to the anger cherry showed. when suggesting a beef their intentions seem to be completely different. cherry outrightly admitting to his grudge and anger for adam whereas joe seems to just want to prove a point to adam by winning against him ( i mean look at the image above, their facial expressions show it all ). but i noticed that as cherry would speak about adam, joe’s intentions slowly shifted and became far more serious and full of anger. “ there’s someone i’d like to punch “ is a sentence said by joe in episode 8. this is quite different to what we had seen in earlier episodes of him just wanting to make a point. i think this shift was predominantly when joe found cherry at the ocean view. joe knew how cherry was feeling towards adam BEFORE this scene because he knew where to find him, but the realisation that cherry was standing there, alone, and reliving some of his saddest memories probably hit joe that cherry couldn’t do this alone. therefore stepped up his game and met cherry’s loathing so they could do it together. as far as things go, this is one of the most important things they have done for each other because it shows clearly how devoted they are to each other.

this is one of the most confusing lines in this show thus far. i’m sure it’ll make sense in the oncoming episodes but i have come to two conclusions. so either adam has created this false reality of what happened and has told himself his evil ways stemmed from joe and cherry or, the more likely in my opinion, adam always felt like he was in need of a partner, a rival but also someone to love. this is displayed in the show in his predatory ways, aka, he wants his own ‘eve’. now there’s no ruling whatsoever that a skater needs any sort of dedicated rival, or skate partner, so i believe adam probably got this want from his peers, for example, joe and cherry. adam seems to believe you need to love your ‘eve’ and it gives me the idea that maybe he saw joe and cherry -in love- and decided that was what he wanted, but then as we know he went about it in an extremely toxic way. the “was it so“ was really hard to interpret, he’s clearly quite smug by the way he shrugs and smiles and shows that he’s very confident about what he’s saying but the question is short and leaves a lot unknown, which suggests why cherry and joe don’t respond. either they are as confused as i am, or they have a slight idea what adam could be suggesting and they feel guilty. we all know cherry and joe aren’t bad hearted people but as adam is insinuating ‘no, you guys parted ways from me first’ it could suggest that joe and cherry had perhaps become closer in high school and had developed a stronger bond than they had with adam and this left adam feeling lost and alone. this is more of a canon compliant headcanon that would make sense rather than a fact but it’s certainly something to think about.

one of the most obvious factors in their relationship is how they always know what the other is thinking or planning. we’ve seen in recent episodes that when cherry was racing, joe knew exactly what his motive was even without discussing it, thats enough information to show how well they truly know each other and how connected they really are. it’s also shown with cherry. when joe is racing, and is going extremely fast towards the corner, we see a frame of miya and shadow being worried for him, but then it shifts to cherry watching and there’s not a spec of worry on his face because he KNOWS what joe is planning and knows he will be fine. they know each other’s techniques better than anyone and it shows they don’t doubt each other’s choices one bit.

we learn right from the beginning that cherry and joe like to argue and fight, at first we think this is because they dislike each other but we learn that they are best friends. so when watching back you notice that none of the insults are ever actually insulting. let’s think about it, the most common insults they use are gorilla, dimwit and four-eyes. now to me, none of these actually seem insulting whatsoever and even if they do like to argue a lot it’s obvious they never ever mean any harm to one another.

from analysing the scenes one of the things i’ve noticed the most is how cherry and joe turn up and leave together. when the cops came during the langa x adam skate they both started to run off together leaving everyone else behind. as we know, they spend a lot of their personal lives together but leaving and turning up together every single time we’ve see them there seems like they’re a bit more attached than i originally thought. there’s a chance they meet before hand but why always that late at night? why aren’t they ever at home alone? unless...they live together. i mean it’s a perfectly valid suspicion right now as we’ve never seen either of their homes and we’ve never seen either of them turn up anywhere alone but either way it confirms they spend an awful lot of time together in general life. going back to my original point of them not only turning up and leaving together but they also never leave each other’s sides. there’s a heap of frames that you can see them standing together watching a beef or even just them talking. they’re literally attached at the hip and nothing makes me happier.

the creators of the show have made countless points to show that joe and cherry have a lot of history. from the school references to the fact they have TRAVELLED THE WORLD TOGETHER. they could have just shown one or two so we know that as a general fact they’ve known each other a long time but they bring it up an awful lot for it to be just a general fact. this being shown so much let’s us know that this is important information and that they’ve obviously wanting to lay down a foundation to bring something crucial up. so far they have mentioned their social studies trip, a school excursion, joes love for haunted houses, holiday to La and the Paris bar they went to. now you might be thinking, oh they were in the same school they probably just went on a trip together nothing confirms they were close, well i am here to prove that statement false. joe said he found cherry’s wallet, this not only shows that joe was close to cherry when he lost it but also that he knew where to find it, showing how well he knew cherry. another point is that legal age to drink in Paris is 18 so unless they had fake ID it’s safe to say this is a trip they’ve done since becoming adults and leaving school. it’s also canon that have gone together, so the fact they’ve been travelling as adults together is quite interesting. same with the restaurant in LA, sounds kinda like a date.

over the course of the episodes we’ve seen so far there has been a few comments they have made to each other that suggest a little bit of jealousy. for cherry, these comments are made in episode 6 in the hot spring. cherry brings up joes love for haunted houses and then joe agrees and says it’s because “chicks get scared and grab onto me” * with a smirk *. now what’s interesting about this is cherry’s response. “you really are a scumbag” this insult feels a lot more insulting than usual and the response itself surprised me. at this moment cherry looks away from joe which is an action people tend to do when they’re hurt or pissed off. either works in this scenario but neither make much sense as we know cherry’s already aware of joes status with girls. so why was he mad? well this was obviously a fond memory of cherry’s and joe replying with a statement about girls probably made him a bit angry because that was supposed to be their memory. but joes smirk with the comment makes me rethink, did he state that on purpose to make cherry jealous? obviously we can’t be sure but the entire encounter left me a bit confused. now onto joes jealousy, in episode 2 dub joe says “dude, you’re talking to a machine?” now in context this seems like joe is partially bewildered by the fact cherry is casually talking to his AI skateboard but he also seems slightly jealous that cherry is talking to carla instead of talking to him. this is one of the only scenes where joes facial expressions actually seem insulted rather than just having a bit of fun. he follows this up with “figured you’d give your board a girls name seeing as you can’t get a real one!” why can’t he get a real one? we hear tonnes of girls screaming compliments at cherry when he turns up so he definitely could get a girlfriend if he wanted, and joe no doubt knows this too, so why would he use it as an insult? i’m not sure what to make of this but it’s got to be a factor somewhere.

more on the haunted mansion chit chat, the line about chicks grabbing onto joe is quite funny when you look at the entire scene, because as soon as they get jumped they grabbed onto each other in fear. seems a little ironic if i do say so myself.

they both seem very secluded about their personal lives. cherry more specifically does not like the use of his skate name in his personal life or vice versa. joe is the only one we have seen to be aware or use cherry’s real name. the way joe slips up and calls cherry ‘kaoru’ at “S” shows how close they are and how much time they spend together to be able to accidentally mix up the two parts of their lives. this is just an extra point on how conjoined their lives must really be. in the photo above we see how cherry easily calms joe down when he starts to get annoyed. joe is the only one who knows fully about cherry’s life as emotions and cherry is the same for joe.

now one of the most heart wrenching matcha blossom scenes is when joe finds cherry at the ocean view. i have a lot to say about this so let’s start at the beginning. first of all, joe noticed cherry was missing. it’s not like cherry was there for a massive amount of time, so joe noticing that cherry was gone for even as much as an hour or two really says a lot about the placement they have in each other’s lives. there was really no reason for joe to worry about where cherry was considering they’re grown adults but he continued to go out and find him anyways. this is also set in the late afternoon judging by the sky, whereas the previous scene had been set at night at “s”, so this is suggesting the ocean view scene is on a completely different normal day for them (another factor showing how much time they spend together). next, the fact joe knew exactly where to find cherry. this truly shows how much they know and how connected they are to each other but also how well they understand the others coping mechanisms. cherry was dwelling on memories from 7 years ago and yet joe still knew exactly what he was doing and what he was thinking about. plus cherry didn’t even seem surprised when joe turns up. but one thing i noticed is that in this scene is the way they (in this case, didn’t) hold eye contact. while cherry is faced away, joe is staring at him but as soon as cherry meets joes eyes, joe turns away. either joe didn’t want to be caught staring or joe realised something crucial in that moment. i’ll let your mind decide what that is.

obviously, miyas comment about joe and cherry being his parents is a light hearted joke just to ruin joes chances of flirting with girls but it also implies that the group can tell that joe and cherry are respectively closer than anyone originally thought and they perhaps have caught on that the tension between them is a little bit too gay to be just a bit of banta. obviously in this scene we then see joe looking at cherry’s legs while a blush clearly intensifies on his face. yeah no, this is self explanatory.

one of the things i like about joe and cherry’s relationship is the fact that within that joe also has a somewhat dynamic with carla. although carla is non-living, there has been several interactions between them. for example the beginning of episode 6 on the boat joe recognises carlas voice immediately. i mean straight off i think it’s suspicious as hell that they all happened to be going there at the same time but the fact joe realised cherry must be there because of the sound of an AI skateboard? that’s impressive. also, at the beginning of the series carla is aware of who joe is when calling joe an imbecile, this shows that cherry has obviously had this modified to specifically refer to joe as joe rather than just refer to him as a general person.

there was a popular tiktok i saw the other day (if anyone has the username of the person please tell me so i can credit them!!) and it showed the two images above. in these photos it shows joes skateboard and his odd looking wheels. the creator of this video further analysed that these reflect the general outlook of a cherry blossom flower. though the actual wheels in real life don’t look as similar to a flower as they do in the show. but now if this is what they’re meant to look like, this is a really sentimental fact and shows how highly joe thinks of cherry in his skating career. but what about his personal life? well that’s where my analysing comes in. i noticed in the dessert joe makes in episode 5 he had a range of fruits displayed on the top as well as a single flower. this flower looks identical to a cherry blossom. once again the reflection of cherry within joes life makes an appearance. we’ve seen that flowers actually mean something in this show (toxic example but adam’s red roses for langa) so it would make sense for this to actually mean something about their relationship. i studied a range of Japanese desserts and, although every chef works differently, most of the dishes tend to only have a display of fruits and no flowers. so i have come to the conclusion that this dish certainly had some symbolism to cherry in joes life, some way or another.

so overall, their dynamic already shows that they have a very thin and mistakable line between very close best friends and potential lovers. although some of this was based off personal interpretation the majority is cinematic displays and general facts. so take this and use it however you like. let me know your opinions and other factors you have! for all i know i could be completely disproven with the next few episodes but surely if this many people see a bit more than just a friendship there’s got to be a reason for it.

if we can have one lgbt+ character... why not two more?

[imaeraser]

Can I request platonic Akazaya nine headcannons

(Takes place before 20-year time jump)

Kin’emon

He’s goofy

He isn’t even trying, it’s just that he’s a little slow on the uptake

And by that, I mean very

You can be making a joke, and he’ll take it seriously. Then five minutes later start laughing hysterically

Which makes you laugh at how ridiculous he is— and that just leads to you two rolling on the ground. No longer sure about what was funny, but each time the other person laughs, you can’t help but do the same

He’s a perv, so you catch him leering at girls

So of course you tell the rest of the 9, and you guys endlessly tease him

Then he starts yelling about how he’s the leader, and how he can punish you guys

But no one takes him seriously

Even Oden joins in on the fun. That’s when Kin’emon give up trying to save his pride (he ends up making fun of himself)

He tries to act like a big brother, which most of the time doesn’t work. But when it does you wonder where all the wisdom came from

10/10 Expect nothing less from Kin’emon

Denjiro

He’s serious

But in a funny ironic way. Unlike Kin’emon he will get the joke, but not laugh and scold you for not taking work seriously

When he loosens up (aka, when Oden tells him to relax) then he might laugh at your corny jokes, but until then you can expect him to act like a mom

He may not have much of a sense of humor, but he is probably the best when it comes to advice

Tell him your woes, and he’ll have an eight-step plan to fix them

If you do something amazing on accident, he’ll have a newly gained respect for you

That’s because he’s kinda naive

So if you pull an Usopp on him, and start telling grand lies. He’ll believe you

Be careful though, that may mean he’ll give you way more than you can chew when fighting enemies

He will fanboy to you about something cool Oden did

If you don’t get as excited as he does, he will scold you

7/10 too much of a mom

Kikunojo

They are like an older sister figure

Pretty calm

Until you do something stupid, then they’re giving you the worst side-eye. They don’t even have to speak for you to understand what they’re saying

They like to dress you up in clothes that are as feminine as possible

If that’s not your style, deal with it. If it is, then you two can choose outfits for each other

You low-key get creeped out when they put on the Oni mask

Their entire vibe changes, and it’s intimidating

They wouldn’t protect you in a fight, since they trust that you can handle yourself

But if anyone picks on you outside a fight, expect hands to be thrown

I can see you two making food for the others

When Oden isn’t making oden… which is all the time

9/10 the only downside is the shade that is (occasionally) thrown

Kanjuro

You two mess around together

You guys can act out several plays and have tons of fun making the characters as outlandish as possible

He’ll draw something cute for you, and you two get to play with it for a while

If you’re extra hungry, he’ll draw out some lettuce. But when that gives you a stomach ache, he’ll just rub your back

I can see him trying to be a good wingman, but failing (I think the only good wingmen would be Kawamatsu, and Denjiro. But Denjiro would never do it)

He’ll just stick to doing your Kabuki makeup

I think he would be a good hype man

I can also see you two just drinking tea, while the rest of the group is running around, trying to find where Momonosuke ran off to

I can see you two taking a pottery class together (and probably failing)

Anything art related you and Kanjuro like to do together

I can also see you two having dance parties, and (most) of the group joins in

10/10 very fun times

Raizo

Similar to Kin’emon

But the difference is that he tries to impress you with his ninja skills

If you compliment him, he’ll act humble

But he’s beaming with pride

He uses his ninja skills to prank you

This leads to a prank war that no one is safe from

Even Oden wants to join in on the fun. Which ends up with him crushing everyone

Not very good when it comes to emotions, he ends up getting awkward

Unless you’re getting emotion about Oden because he’ll start crying too

He’ll ask you to help him pick up girls

It never works. It ends up with the girl running and screams, and you two bolting and having to explain to Oden why he got a complaint

9/10 it’s all fun and games until Oden joins in

Ashura Doji

Acts kinda like an uncle/older brother

He acts seriously a lot of the time, but when he does let loose he is fun to be around

Why can’t he be like that all the time?

He may not always have the most fun, but he is always reliable

If you have any problems, you can go to talk to him and he’ll listen. And if you ask for advice, then he’ll give the best words of wisdom

And if he thinks it’s appropriate for him to step in, he will

He smells like alcohol though, so if that bothers you he’ll just laugh

I can see him teaching you how to use a sword/fight, or give extra practice

Ashura also treats you like an errand runner

He’ll give you a few coins and ask you to buy him sake, or a snack

If you say no, he’ll get salty

8/10 stop sending people on errands

Inuarashi

Him, Neokmamushi, and Kawamatsu are the best trio

Add you in, and the castle is in shambles

In the best and most fun way, but it is still chaos

It doesn't help when Oden joins in. It only makes things crazier (see the trend?)

Then the rest of the 9 has two stop you four, and Toki scolds Oden

I can see him also giving really good advice

He’s loyal to a fault, like dude calm down. All that person did was look at you, he does not need to whip out his sword

I can also see him following you around (like a dog)

He likes to act as he hates it when you pet him, but he secretly loves it

I think that he would like to read books with you and drinking tea

Can be annoying though, since he’s clingy

9/10 not too much to complain about

Nekomamushi

I think it would take a while for him to warm up to you

Him being a cat, that makes sense

I think that when he does warm up though, you will never be able to get him off of you

You can be laying down, digesting food, and he’ll just start kneading you

If you tell him to stop, he’ll get salty, and leave you for an hour, and then come back and try to sit on your lap

Like stop, you’re way too big to be doing that

He’ll also start to randomly rub your faces together

Like Inuarashi, he will follow you everywhere

That leads to those two into fights (sometimes), but if you pet both of them they’ll shut up

He’d be good at killing bugs. So if you are disgusted/scared of them, then he is the perfect partner in (bug) homicide

If anyone is bothering you, he’ll team up with Inuarashi to beat them up

9/10 there is a lot of similarities between him and Inuarashi

Kawamatsu

He is so cute

If you give him food he will love you forever

Especially eggs, he loves the texture

So if you give him an egg, he’ll thank you and do anything you say for a day

This can be useful if you don’t want to do something yourself

I can see him getting you two matching hats and clothes

Unlike the cat and dog duo, he doesn’t feel the need to be around you all the time. Instead, he lets you come to him

He’s also really good at giving advice and learning an ear

And as I mentioned before, he is one of the best wingmen. If you have your eyes on someone, he will go up to them and start talking about all of your accomplishments. How you saved fifty kids in one day (or something)

With him as a wingman, you are guaranteed at least one date. If you screw it up, that's on you

I also can see him as a very honest person, so when you ask him if you’re idea is dumb (and it is), he’ll tell you— in the kindest way possible

10/10 I need a Kawamatsu in my life

Bonus

Oden

He’s kinda a bully, but in the nicest way possible

He just likes messing with you. I can see him beating you and the rest of the crew up at a board game when you guys were little kids

Like dude, chill

Don’t worry though, if you think he’s being an unintentional bully (since he kinda acts immature), you can just tell his wife, and he’ll stop real quick

But when it comes down to it, you guys are what means the most to him

Aka: If he sees someone or something bothering you, he will demolish it

Unless it's another one of the nine, then he’ll make a family circle to talk it out

He likes it when he sees you and the rest of the group take care of his kids. It’s like seeing his kids, take care of his kids

Then his eyes start stinging and welling up with tears

But if you ask him, he’ll tell you that he is not crying

He’s kinda like a dad, but also like a little brother too

10/10 just stop beating everyone at uno

[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 11

Everything’s too cold, freezing almost, then it’s just as quickly too hot. She’s been rolling around in her bed for hours, trying to sleep but nothings working.

She looks over at her phone to check the time, it’s only ten at night but she’s been awake since four in the morning and she’s desperate to sleep. She’s tried everything, pills, tea, warm milk, nothing works. Nothing gives her the relief her mind needs.

She’s so frustrated she’s about to cry. She crawls out of her bed and shuffles into the living room. She’s in a hoodie and carries her big blanket with her. If she can’t sleep she might as well try to watch something and hope she passes out that way.

She makes a nest on the couch and tries to ignore the pounding in her head.

She’s sick, really sick. She’s running a fever and her body is aching in places she didn’t even know could be sore. She can’t remember the last time she was this ill… probably in university.

She’s practically begging her own body to just go to sleep.

The tv is playing lowly in the background but she’s not paying attention. She can’t look at it too long or her head starts swimming and she gets nauseous.

She’s already spent one night profusely puking, she didn’t need to do it again.

Her eyes are closed but she’s not asleep. Just resting to the best that she can.

Knock knock knock knock

She looks up groggily and sees Hobie at her balcony holding a small bag.

She motions that it’s open, refusing to get up. It’s a miracle her legs let her shuffle to the couch.

He gives a smile and let’s himself in, kicking off his boots. He walks over to her, leaning down to get better look, “Wow,” He whistles lowly, “You are sick.” He says reaching his hand out to check her forehead.

“I’m probably contagious, you should go home.” She slurs her words and squeezes her eyes shut again. She hasn’t heard her voice all day, it’s thick with congestion.

“Pfft. Not worried. I am worried bout you.” He says softly pulling some items out from his bag.

He sets a small prescription bottle down as well as some Pedialyte. He opens the medication and shakes out two pills for her to take. Making her sit up for it.

She groans as he helps her sit up. He holds his hands out for her and she dramatically grabs them as he pulls her up. He hands the medicine to her and she takes the pills happily.

“Where did you get these?” she asks as he presses the Pedialyte bottle into her hands.

He shrugs nonchalantly, “Know a few people in the pharmacy who owe Spider-Man a favor or two.” He says smugly.

“Now drink.” He tells her, “Know you’re dehydrated. You probably haven’t drunk anything all day.”

She drinks the beverage slowly, when she sets it down she gives him an unsatisfied look. “I had tea today…” She murmurs quietly.

“Ya only had the one cup didn’t ya?” he accuses raising a brow.

She rolls her eyes and goes back to drinking the Pedialyte. The silence answering his question.

“That’s what I thought. Scoot over.” He demands pushing his way onto the couch.

“What no!” She tries to stop him, her voice cracking and rough. “You’ll get sick!” she chastises.

“Don’t care.” He says and helps her readjust.

He lifts the blanket off of her and moves so she’s laying with her head in his lap. He gently covers her again and let’s her move so she’s comfortable.

She’s facing him, eyes closed, one arm wrapped around his thighs using them like a pillow. He gently runs his hand through her hair trying to get her to settle. She hums in contentment.

“Look tired…did you sleep?” he asks softly.

She shakes her head no, “Can’t, I’m miserable.” She whines with a yawn.

He rubs her shoulder reassuringly, “The meds should help.” He whispers, still lightly stroking her hair.

She opens her eyes to look up at him, eyes locking. She’s comfortable, more so than she’s been all day. Every touch has her relaxing even more, almost melting. He’s looking at her in that way that makes her stomach turn and flip. His gaze intense as he looks over her.

His gaze used to make her nervous, like he was searching for something she wasn’t willing to give… Not so much anymore. It’s a comfort, she didn’t know when that changed.

It’s nice to know if she looks out to find him in a crowd, his eyes are already on her. They’ve been looking for her since he played in the pub.

She doesn’t know when, but she does fall asleep on Hobie’s lap. She has fever induced dreams of webs, music, bright colors, and him.

It’s the best sleep she’s gotten in months.

When she stirs awake, it’s early morning light filtering in that wakes her. She’s still on the couch and she’s laying on a very solid form.

She makes a small noise as she rubs the sleep from her eyes and when she blinks through her blurry vision, she sees that she’s on top of Hobie’s very solid chest.

Her face burns as she looks up, he’s still asleep, head thrown back with small snores filtering through.

She breathes a sigh of relief, but finds her heart still racing as she looks up at him.

She almost laughs from how silly he looks, his mouth open as he sleeps, his hands lazily wrapped around her body.

She smiles warmly up at him, and lays her head back down. She wraps her own arms around him and nuzzles her face into his chest. She can hear his heartbeat. It slow and methodic as he continues to sleep. She wonders if his heart beats erratically like hers when they're together.

She finds herself wanting to hear that, wanting the confirmation that he’s just as flustered by her.

Her face warms up at that idea and she tries to go back to sleep, but she’s wide awake now.

She also notices how her body is achy again and that she’s still very congested. She doesn’t want to get up, but she knows she needs to take the medicine and probably drink some water. She groans to herself not wanting to move.

His hand moves up to rub her back comfortingly, “Mornin’…” He mumbles, voice thick with sleep and leans down to press a kiss into her hair.

She adjusts to look back up at him, “Morning, I didn’t know you were stayin’ here.” She says, voice still stuffy and low.

He just grins lazily at her, “Can’t leave ya alone after you finally fell asleep.” His smile turns to a smug smirk, “Ya started cuddlin’ and I couldn’t pass that up.”

She shoves her face into his chest slightly embarrassed, “Not my fault you’re comfortable…” she mumbles.

He just chuckles and tightens his hold on her. She feels his chest rise and shake but she also hears his heart beat quicken. She smiles to herself.

“I need to take those meds again.” She says going to sit up, she doesn’t want to move but she needs to.

“Stay here, I got it yeah?” He tells her. He moves to sit up with her in his lap, as he leans over to grab the pills off the table.

His one arm is wrapped lazily around her but presses her into him. She leans her head into the crook between his shoulder and neck.

“You’re seriously gonna get sick…” she mutters to him as he presses the medicine into her palm and holds the Pedialyte bottle.

“S’fine.” He mutters watching her take the medicine. “Just means you can take care of me when I inevitably get ill.” He grins at her.

She sighs in response and finishes the drink. “I don’t know if I’m this good of a nursemaid like you are.” She says playfully.

He pulls her back down to lay on the couch again, pulling the covers over them, “Sure ya are. You patch me up constantly.” He says softly wrapping his arms around her waist holding her close to him.

She keeps her hands pressed against his chest and nods her head. “Mmm you’re not wrong. You do end up injured pretty frequently.” She says with small concern.

“Oi, oi, oi, don’t say it like that! I’ve not been too beaten up when ya see me!” he complains playfully.

She gives him an accusing look. “You bled out next to my door waiting for me once Hobie…” She reminds him.

“One time. Just the one.” He gives a bright grin. “I didn’t know you the time I literally almost died, had to give myself stitches!” he tells her.

Her face sours, “Don’t tell me that, I worry about you enough…” she whispers.

He scoffs, “Don’t worry about me, promise. I can handle myself, been doing this a while.” He tells her tracing circles into her back with feather light touches.

“Seriously Hobie, I worry about you.” She moves her arms to circle him, hugging him. “I know what you do is important, and I love that you protect everyone… I just want to make sure you’re safe too.” She whispers looking at him.

His brown eyes pierce hers, really looking her over. He gives a soft sigh of resignation. “Fine ya win, ya win.” He shoves his face into her hair hugging her tightly to him, “Just stop lookin’ at me like that…” he mutters.

“Like what?” She replies hugging him just as tightly.

“You know like what, using those big doe eyes on me. Isn’t fair...”  His voice muffled.

She laughs at him, “Hobie what are you talking about?”

He pulls back and raises a brow at her, “You know you do it! That thing with those big eyes of yours, lookin’ at me like it’s the last time you’ll see me or something.” He scoffs pulling her close.

“M’not going anywhere…” he whispers.

She hears his heartbeat again, pressed so close to him, it’s beating wildly.

Her eyes soften and she moves to sit up, she runs one hand up to caress his cheek, her thumb brushing his cheekbone.

“Better keep your promise then.” She tells him, voice soft.

He moves a hand to grip the one she has on his face, he looks at her intensely, “Not going anywhere.” He repeats.

“Good.” She replies and settles back down laying with him.

He runs his hand lazily up and down her back, lulling her back to sleep, but she’s okay with that. He’ll be here when she wakes up.

And the next day after that.

And the next.

She falls asleep listening to his heart.

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Top 25 Larry Fics of 2020

h 2020 was HELLISH. So thank you to all the writers, and I mean ALL of them, who kept us occupied as the world continues to burn.

You may be familiar with these lists:

Top 25 Larry fics of 2016

Top 25 Larry fics of 2017

Top 25 Larry fics of 2018

Top 25 Larry fics of 2019

We’re going on our 5th year!!  As always, I read a lot of fic and the majority of it is Larry. I like making lists and I like Larry so I thought I’d do some minimal research of the top 25 larry fics published/completed in 2020 in order of least to most kudos (with links). All of these fics are top notch so you should all check them out!

25.) a trail of honey through it all by @yvesaintlourent (27k)

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

24.) even the best laid plans by @falsegoodnight (25k)

“Anyways,” Louis stresses, narrowing his eyes, “just let me say it and then rate how terrible of an idea it is on a scale from one to ten.”

“Alright,” Zayn agrees, sitting up expectantly.

“I want to ask Harry Styles to take my virginity,” Louis blurts, holding his hands out for emphasis.

The way Zayn’s eyes bulge is almost comical. “Negative infinity,” he says, voice choked. “Negative infinity times negative infinity.”

“Technically, a negative times a negative is -”

“Really negative infinity,” Zayn corrects himself, shaking his head wildly. “Louis, what the fuck?”

-

Or, Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

23.) A Distant Hazy Light by @greenfeelings (76k)

Life’s pretty ordinary for Harry. He lives with his best friend, got into university just like he’s planned, and manages to support himself just fine for an unbonded omega. If he sustains that lifestyle by getting paid to help alphas through their rut every now and then, that’s nothing to be hung up on. Until he’s hired by an alpha that turns everything upside down.

Or, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down, until he builds his own up.

22.) Ghost Note Symphony by whoknows (96k)

Louis is on tour when he first hears about it. It’s all over the news – Harry Styles Attacked By Fan runs in headlines for days. It’s not even just the gossip rags, either. Actual journalists are covering the story. It would have been impossible to avoid hearing about it. Technically, Oli is the one who tells Louis about it, but it’s not exactly being covered up. Harry doesn’t answer Louis’ text asking if he’s alright, but that’s not really surprising. They haven’t spoken for months, and it’s been a lot longer than that since they’ve had a real conversation. The sting of the text going unanswered is still there, less painful than it might have been a few years ago.

It’s not that it’s easy to forget about, exactly. Louis has a whole life outside of One Direction now, though. So Louis goes on with his life, figuring that if Harry was seriously hurt he would have heard about it by now. He might currently be in the same country as Harry, but being on opposite sides of it puts enough distance between them that putting it in the back of his mind is easy. There’s nothing Louis could do, even if he thought Harry might want him to.

That’s why everything that happens next comes as a complete shock to him.

21.) Until by @allwaswell16 (38k)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

20.) Strangers in Love by sweetums (42k)

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

-

Prompt 51: An amnesia fic where louis and harry were enemies to lovers but after an accident, louis only remembers those memories that him and harry hated each other. now harry has to fix it. I think something like this less dark and less angsty compared to other amnesia fics and it could be funny

19.) A Long Way From The Playground by Pink_Sunsets (170k)

One Direction is broken up. They broke up five years ago. That should be the end of the story, right?

Harry is finished with One Direction. He now has a new life, one with two kids and a successful solo career. And he’s happy.

But a call one night from management flips Harry’s whole new life upside down, and he’s forced to face the life he had left behind.

As well as a certain blue eyed man who had left him behind.

18.) my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) by @falsegoodnight (27k)

“Can I take you out tomorrow?” he asks. “My shift ends at 7 but we can go for dinner at 8.”

Louis is silent for a few seconds and then, “Like… on a date?”

Harry swallows thickly. He hasn’t done this in years, hasn’t ever wanted to. “Yeah.”

He’s worried he’s misread things but then Louis raises his head to kiss Harry’s cheek. “Yeah,” he says easily. “Sure.”

Tension leaves his body swiftly. “Are you sure?” asks Harry. “I know we’re both so busy but I can’t not try with you, Lou.”

“Neither can I,” says Louis. “I think we can figure it out. I care about you a lot Harry. We’ve known each other for a week, but I already like you so much.”

-

Or Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

17.) Cocaine for Breakfast by @harryeatsburger (309k)

“It’s an easy job.” He continues, as if Louis wants to listen. “Like I said, a few trips. Parties, students, nothing dramatic.”

Louis gazes over to Harry. He’s looking thoughtful now, eyes on the green like he’s talking more to himself than Louis.

“Clubbing, drinks. Whatever, the business is just a side thing.”

That’s not how Louis remembers it to be, “You lying?” He honestly can’t tell.

Harry shakes his head slowly, meeting Louis' eyes.

“No,” He answers almost toneless. Harry clears his throat, “I won’t put you in any dangerous situation.” His voice is sincere, Louis can tell he means it, his jade green eyes glinting with truth.

or, - Louis Tomlinson is a drug addict, sent away from his beloved party-scene to recover. There, he discovers that small towns have just as much access to drugs as London did, plus something even better that he just can't get enough of. That something is a boy with green eyes and bouncy curls named Harry Styles. -

16.) Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren (4k)

I’m stressed. I’m nesting and demand cuddles. Come over

Harry frowned and double checked who the text was from. Yup, it still said Louis - Grad, which meant it was from Louis from his grad school.

aka Louis texts Harry by mistake. It works out

15.) the way the storm blows by @rbbsbb (21k)

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

14.) bruise you like a peach by @falsegoodnight (40k)

There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ.

The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.

His name is Louis Tomlinson.

13.) Watching The World Fall by whoknows (11k)

This segment has been going on long enough that Louis knows what’s coming before James starts in on it, trying to sell him on something he knows that Louis wouldn’t normally be buying. But there’s four cameras surrounding him, and an audience watching him expectantly, so if Louis wants to continue convincing people that he’s doing just fine, he’s going to have to go along with it.

“We have a whole host of single men backstage waiting to meet you, Louis,” James tells him. “We want to help you find love tonight, on Late Late Live Tinder. Is this okay? Do you want to play?”

It actually kind of makes sense that his first date after the break-up is going to be just as public as said break-up. Something like coming full circle.

“Alright, James,” Louis agrees, hopping down off his stool.

“Okay, come down to the stage,” James says. Louis can’t even tell whether the excitement in his voice is genuine or not. “Right now, come on down!”

12.) Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2 (38k)

Broadway shows were one of the few things that could keep Louis’ attention for a full two hours without needing to move about. But not tonight.

The alpha next to him was both infuriating him and practically turning him on at the same time. He needed to leave. The alpha, that is. Louis was staying.

Or the one where Louis is a nonverbal omega who has accepted the fact that he will never find an alpha that will treat him as an equal. On the other hand, he’s never met anyone like Harry.

11.) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes by @purpledandeli0n (85k)

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

•

Pirate AU

10.) Canyon Moon by @eeveelou (40k)

For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind.

An A/B/O Lion King AU

9.) We Both Got Nothing to Hide by lovelarry10 (43k)

“Talk to me, Lou.”

“I can’t,” Louis mumbled, knowing he genuinely couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit to what he was doing. “Don’t ask me to say it, because I can’t.”

“Then… I’ll try and guess. You’ve… got some stuff of Harry’s. Something of his to make it smell like him?”

Louis just nodded, eyes fixated on the floor. This was humiliating, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t stop until he found out what was going on.

“Okay. Like… a blanket, or a comforter or something?”

“Kind of…”

//

Omega Louis has a secret nest. Alpha Harry keeps losing his clothes.

8.) sleeping on our problems by @falsegoodnight (67k)

I’m in love with you, Louis thinks. He feels empty, weighed down by his sadness and the loss of Harry inside him just moments ago before his knot finally went down.

There’s moments where he’s sure Harry feels the same. Like now, when he’s gazing down at Louis with so much adoration and tenderness. It’s like they’re both on the cusp of something more, but neither of them ever say a word.

His confession is on the tip of his tongue ready to slide out like honey, and yet he remains silent. They both do, looking at each other and recognizing the reluctance mirrored in each other’s eyes. It’s then that Louis realizes they’re both scared.

-

Or Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

7.) like it’s a game by @soldouthaz (32k)

there is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

and louis.

6.) before we knew by @falsegoodnight (39k)

“C’mon Lou,” says Zayn after a moment, He sounds even more exasperated than before. Louis sort of has a knack for exasperating people, especially people like Zayn who aren’t usually bothered by his brattiness. “Can’t you give this guy a chance? Harry Styles? Aren’t you curious about him at all?”

Despite his best efforts, Louis still flinches at the name. He really shouldn’t be so affected after all these years. He’s seen the name printed down the curve of his waist in obnoxiously and uncommonly large loopy letters every single day since his sixteenth birthday eight years ago. He’s very familiar with the name Harry Styles.

It sounds pretentious and Louis hates it.

He hates everything about his supposed soulmate.

He hates his large handwriting that stands out like a claim on his skin whenever he’s walking around shirtless. He hates his pretentious name. And now he hates his supposed curls and green eyes and dimples.

-

Or Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

5.) Mine Would Be You by @crinkle-eyed-boo (114k)

Louis blinks his eyes open, his eyelids fluttering as the room swims around him. He takes several gulps of beer once he confirms that he’s definitely not hallucinating, that the very first portrait Harry Styles ever painted of him is hanging on that wall.

Louis stares at the wall, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest as he realizes that there’s not just one painting of him, there’s five, the portraits lined up like they’re some sort of storyboard depicting the rise and fall of his deepest love. His greatest heartache. A pain that cut him so deep that he left the fucking country, severing all ties with his life in New York, now suddenly surrounding him as if he’d never left.

Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

4.) You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by @harryrainbows (95k)

Harry was in the biggest boy band in the world. He was also one half of the best (or worst, depends on who you ask) kept secret relationship in the music industry.

Now, almost five years on, after One Direction has broken up, and Harry and Louis' relationship has as well, a video threatens to put everything at risk.

One determined Irishman, a massive publicity stunt and two begrudging exes are all it takes to bring One Direction back to life and maybe, just maybe, Harry and Louis' mangled love life too.

Or: Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

3.) The Space Between by @lads-laddylads (39k)

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

2.) Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

1.) Collision by @tequiladimples (224k)

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

(Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)