#and ive seen this with a few friends too and it breaks my heart

[sapphicmsmarvel]

tattoo artist azriel

Notes: possibly pervert azriel but y/n’s a pervert too. Dirty lines. This wasn’t gonna be smut but it is now. Sub Azriel but also, he’s a power sub. This derailed so fast. I promise we will go back to the tattoo stuff eventually. Plus size reader. Lots of run on sentences. I can't write smut so I tried my best. 

funny enough this is probably one of the fics that’s nearest to my heart. 

Word count bc this is the longest thing ive ever written at a whopping 4k

Pls listen to motivate by little mix for this. 

-You met each other because your friend worked at a tattoo shop with him. 

-When you walked in the door and saw this man that looked like a greek god standing there you almost bolted in the opposite direction and was going to text your best friend to just meet you outside. 

-You knew about Azriel from your best friend. Kind but introverted. He didn’t talk much aside from jokey comments. But he was a man that your friend had deemed a safe one. You knew he was attractive based on photos, but the first moment you saw him in person, you didn’t expect him to still be so attractive. 

-Little did you know, he also knew about you. 

-He had seen a picture of you because on your friends desk there’s a collage of you and all of your guys’ friends. Anything that gives her motivation in such a touch and go industry. 

-It was a photo where you were laughing at something your friend had said. Mouth fully open, nose scrunched and eyes squinting. 

-He was enamoured with you. Something about you just put him into a trance. He didn’t want to sound like a stalker, because he sure felt like one. But he thought you were really pretty. 

-He got to meet you because you had come to pick your best friend up for lunch. She was finishing up with a client as you sat at the front of the building. 

“You can walk back there with her, you know.” Azriel leaned against the counter.

You shook your head, “nah, I’ll start yapping and oversharing with her client. She doesn’t need that.” 

He chuckled, “I’m Azriel.” 

“I’m Y/n.” You beamed and he felt his heart squeeze. 

-Your best friend interrupted you two ten minutes later to drag you to lunch. He couldn’t help the blush that formed on his face when you waved and smiled with your big pearly whites. 

-After a few months, he got the nerve to ask your best friend about you. He saw you about once a week now to pick your friend up for her lunch break. And every time he tried to work up the nerve to ask you out or ask your friend about you. You guys would chat every single time you saw each other, slowly getting to know each other more. 

-”Hey.” Azriel started. 

“Hey!” Your best friend chirped. “What’s up?” 

“Is Y/N single?” 

She had stopped sketching completely and looked up at him. “Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be asking this as a joke.” He blinked in surprise. 

“Azriel, she’s a serious type of girl. She’s not into hookups, and if you break her heart I have a slew of inappropriate things to tattoo on you.” 

His stomach sank, this wasn’t going well. “I’m serious. I really like her, she's funny and cute.” 

“She’s also queer. You need to be okay with that in order for me to let you date her.” She narrowed her eyes at Azriel, vetting him for you. “Oh, that doesn’t bug me. As long as she’s into men right?” He shrugged. 

“In her words, she unfortunately is.” He knew she was testing him. For homophobia, or if he was okay with men-bashing.

Considering he knew he wasn’t the problem, he was totally fine with men-bashing. 

“Lucky for me.” He said determinedly. 

That’s when your friend smiled, and began forming a plan. 

-Your friend through a summer solstice party. It was a bonfire in her backyard. You and Azriel had been briefly seeing each other all night. But at the end, you two were by the fire and began talking. 

-He looked up to your friend's house and saw her give him a big thumbs up. He appreciated the encouragement but he was wigging out. 

-He had brought you two s’mores and a blanket for the cool summer air. 

You two happily munched on the snack, then he decided to get it over with before he threw up into the fire pit. 

He looked over and saw you looked ethereal in the warm hues of orange and yellow as the fire crackled and popped. You had just licked a smudge of chocolate from your thumb. 

He took a deep breath, “Y/N, I have a question.” 

“Oh don’t say it like that. My stomach just fell into my ass.” You said exasperated. Fearing the worst. 

“It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you don't think it is.” He sighed, “will you go on a date with me?” 

“You don’t sound too happy to ask me out.” You laughed nervously. “No! No. I’m just so nervous. You’re really pretty and smart and funny. I've been interested for months.” He’s never been so candid towards someone he’s pursuing, but you are special and have the ability to strip him bare without even trying. 

You smiled, “I want to say yes…” 

“But?” He prompted. “It’s really scary for me to date.” You confessed, nervously biting your lip. “Tell me about it.” He shifted more towards you so he was facing you. “What can I do to make you more comfortable?” 

Your heart turned gooey like the melted chocolate you had just eaten. “It’s really me that’s the problem.” 

“I doubt that.” He said earnestly. 

You huffed a laugh out your nose. “I’ve been on two dates. They both sucked and just made me feel shitty. I don’t like feeling like that. And there’s so much pressure to look good and be this person I don’t know if I am.” You shrugged. “Like putting the best parts of myself and not my whole self.” 

“No offense, but only two? Honestly, you’re really attractive. I was expecting more competition.” He quickly realized how bad ‘only two’ sounded. He didn’t want to accidentally make it seem like he was calling you a ‘slut’. Even if you did sleep around, that didn’t stop him from being interested. 

You shrugged. “Nobody wants to date a queer fat girl because they're insecure.”

That sentence pissed him off on your behalf, however he loved that you knew they were insecure and that you deserved better. 

“I think you’re beautiful.” He said. 

You blushed, “thank you. And I know you mean that.” 

“I do.” He nodded, then he got an idea. “Do you feel shitty right now? Is this feeling like you’re performing?” “No?” You answered with your own question. 

“How about this for our first date?” 

You giggled, “we’ve barely seen each other tonight.” 

“This. Right here by the fire. This can be our first date.” He declared. “No pressure. No performing.” 

It was so cute and sweet, he’s so cute and sweet. 

You couldn’t help your answer. “I’d love that. Let’s schedule a second one?” 

He felt like his chest was about to collapse from happiness.  

-Your second date, he drove his motorcycle to pick you up. He had advised against dresses or skirts and to make sure to bring a jacket. 

You felt your heart race the second you saw this hot piece of ass on a motorcycle with a helmet for you.

-At stop lights he would reach an arm around to stroke your thigh. And while it was very forward, it gave you the courage to run your hands up and down his chest. Your nails lightly grazing his pecs. 

-He was glad the light turned green so he could think about something weird to get his boner to go away. 

-You two ended the night at a rooftop bar that your friend advised him on. You hadn’t been there but she knew you’d love it and you did. 

-The warm summer breeze but there was still a slight chill. The fairy lights, the city lights. The appetizers and drinks. Alcohol for you, non-alcoholic for him. 

-You felt peace with him. Like you aren’t being scrutinized or put on display. You felt more comfortable with him than you felt with most people. 

-And you had only known him for a few months. 

-You felt safe and protected. 

-Once he dropped you back at your place. You didn’t want the night to end which was rare for you. Usually, you couldn’t leave a date fast enough. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, he was blushing and nervous. 

“Please do.” You whispered. 

“Trust me, Y/N. You never have to beg when it comes to me.” He confessed before he pulled you to him. 

It was a kiss that made your knees weak. It was intense, it was butterfly inducing. You felt flames in your stomach caress up to your chest. Your chest swooped with adrenaline.  His hands moved from your waist to your cheeks, cupping them as he kissed you deeper. You had kissed others before, you had hookups, but they never made you wet from a simple kiss. 

But this wasn’t a simple kiss. You always thought romance books were incorrect but it was nice to have fantasy. No, this was straight out of fiction. 

You wanted to suck his soul out. You wanted to become so intertwined within each other you wouldn’t know where you ended and he began. 

“Come inside.” You said, pulling away from him, he continued to kiss your neck as you fumbled the keys. 

“This wasn’t my intention by kissing you.” He whispered in between kisses behind your ears. 

Ah ha! You finally got the key into the lock. “Yeah well you got me wet so you’re gonna fix it.” 

He was clearly caught off guard because he snorted a genuine laugh. “It would be my honor.” You finally opened the door. 

The second that door was shut and locked you dropped to your knees. “Y/N.” He hissed. “I was planning on eating you out.” 

“Okay and I’m going to suck your soul out.” You fumbled the zipper.

“Y/N-”

“Azriel I have never wanted to suck a man's dick the way I do yours. Please? Let me?” You made sure to throw on your big puppy eyes and you got him. 

He threw his head back. “I’m not gonna last.” 

“Good.” Your eyes darkened. “Now, unzip your pants for me like a good boy.” 

He sighed, “you’re going to wreck me. But also I’m allowing this because I can’t wait to fuck you till you cry.” 

Oh fuck. Was your only thought as his pants and underwear hit the ground. Causing his cock to spring up and smack his stomach. 

Not only were his words scorchingly hot, but seeing his tattoos up and down his body was a wet dream incarnate. 

He was thick and long. His tip was red and weeping. A fat drop of precum on the tip. 

And he was pierced. He had a jacobs ladder piercing which made you salivate and wonder how it would feel inside you. There was a snake tattoo wrapped around his waist, with its head by his belly button and then the tail ending part way down his left thigh. 

You could not wait to get your tongue on his skin. 

You licked a stripe from his balls to tip. He hissed as your warm mouth enveloped his most sensitive skin. 

You were glad you had blowjob practice before him, his dick hit the back of your throat and you were able to stop yourself from gagging. You could feel he was holding back so you came off of him with a pop. He groaned in annoyance but then somehow felt harder than before when you hoarsely whispered:

“Fuck my throat, Azriel.” 

He swallowed, “tap my thigh if it gets too much.” 

You nodded, smiling. Your swollen lips were a siren’s call. You were practically vibrating to get your mouth on him and be used. 

He grabbed your hair gently, yet firmly and used your mouth like a fleshlight. It was so delightfully filthy it made you grow even wetter.

You’ve never been more happy for a guy to shoot his load down your throat. You swallowed every drop. 

He had a good diet at least because his come didn’t taste like battery acid. 

He shucked off the rest of his pants and pulled you from your knees quickly. He pulled you into a kiss. “Fuck, it should not be so hot to taste myself on your lips.” He murmured between your swollen lips. 

He took off your tank top, showing your sports bra. “Where’s your room?” He said kissing your throat. 

“Down the hallway, the only door on the right.” You whispered huskily. 

“Good, because I’m about to do some multitasking.” He said, then lifted you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“Shit!” You yelped. 

He then dove into your cleavage, however you pulled his head away and ripped your bra off and threw it so he had easy access. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and you moaned. He really did multitask because he began walking to your bedroom. 

“Left of the door against the back wall, is my bed.” You said between gasps. He switched tits. 

You didn't even realize you had moved so fast until your back hit your bed. He ripped his shirt off and you couldn’t help but gaze at his ink. Whorls and delicate lines inked down his chest as if there were shadows caressing his skin. You had seen his arm tattoos constantly and they never failed to take your breath away, but these. 

These were almost as sinful as the snake on his hips. 

He began kissing down your stomach. 

“This isn’t like me.” You whispered as he kissed your chubby stomach. 

“What?”

“I don’t do quick…hookups.” “This isn’t a hookup to me, Y/N.” He nearly growled as he tore your leggings and panties down your legs. You looked down to see him sniff your panties greedily and felt more warmth gush from your cunt. 

“You have no idea what I’ve thought about doing to you.” He said darkly. He grabbed your thighs. “I’m about to make you forget about anybody before me.”

“Well, no one’s gone down on me before so…” You trailed off weakly. 

He shot his head up from kissing your thighs. “What.”

You shrugged, feeling slightly defensive. “No one’s really wanted to.” 

“The day I say I don’t want to eat you out, shoot me. Cause that’s not me.” 

“Well, let’s not go that far-oh!” You yelped as you felt his teeth graze the soft skin of your thigh.

“God, these thighs…” He muttered, biting your thigh gently, causing a sting of arousal to shoot straight to your clit. His warm tongue soothed the light bite marks. 

You moaned. His mouth sucked your clit into his mouth with so much force your back bow3ed off the bed. 

“Fuck.” You cried out. 

He spelled his fucking name in your cunt with his tongue. His teeth ever so slightly grazed against the nub. How he knew you liked some pain you had no idea but you were grateful for such an intuitive partner. 

It didn’t take long for you to get to the crescendo of this symphony. The slurping sounds, his moans as he tastes you, it was enough. 

Your wildest fantasies didn’t live up to this. Your vibrator for once, did not beat the actual act of intimacy. 

He licked you gently as you came down from the high. He crawled up to your face and gave you a sweet kiss where you got to taste yourself. 

“Fuck, you were right. Tasting yourself on your partner's lips is hot.” You sighed. 

He chuckled, “I don’t have condoms, if you even wanted to go that far.” He said sadly. But you knew it was cause he didn’t bring condoms. Not over the fact that you might not want to go that far. 

“Top drawer of the left nightstand.” You whispered. 

He smiled like he was given his favorite candy. He walked over and grabbed it, tearing it open gently with his teeth and rolling it onto his dick. 

“Please tell me if it gets too much, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Please fuck me Az.” You begged. 

When he entered you, he thought he was going to bust right there. You were warm and inviting. Then you clenched around him and based on the gleam in your tear filled eyes, you took great pleasure in torturing him. 

“You know, when you’re used to my size I’m going to make you regret that move.” 

“Oh, so you have an ego?” You said and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels digging into the meat of his ass. 

But you weren’t fairing well either when it came to self control. He felt so fucking good. His piercings pressed up against each muscle inside of you. Rubbing against your walls so deliciously that your toes were curling. Your eyes filled with tears because the pleasure was so incredibly intense but you wanted more. You were ready to dive headfirst and drown in all things Azriel. 

He deeply, yet gently, thrust into you, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you (that nobody has ever hit before) causing you to gasp and arch into him, forcing him deeper. 

Your senses were in overdrive. Skin slapping, moaning, gasping, bed squeaking. Feeling his abs pressed against your soft stomach as your tits we’re pressed against his pecs. His head pressed into your neck as he deeply thrusted in and out of you.  

Neither of you lasted much longer. 

-After intense aftercare and very sweet words. You two decided you were a couple because you were insane for each other even after only two dates. 

-It was incredibly impulsive. But it felt good and felt like he was your forever. That’s when you believed in the saying “when you know, you know.”  

-Once you and Azriel began officially dating and calling each other ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. He put a picture up of you at his station. You were looking at the city lights from a rooftop bar you two had gone to. You were gazing out towards the lights with a sweet smile on your face. Your hair was a mess because you had just gotten off of work and needed drinks and appetizers with your man to decompress. 

-You didn’t even know he had taken it. Which made it more meaningful for him because you weren’t posing or ‘making yourself look nice’. You were real, authentic and gazing at something you loved, the city lights. 

-Your best friend saw it and her heart felt like it grew bigger because she knew you had someone who cared for you. 

-His IPad was filled with drawings of you. Some were able to be shown but a lot were just for his eyes. He couldn’t help it. Your thighs and rolls looked like they were sculpted by Greeks themselves. So delightfully plush. 

-He also dabbles in photography. Either with his phone, polaroid or film camera. He makes you put different lingerie on so he can keep the images of you forever. 

-and jack off while you two are apart from each other. 

-This man is loyal. Not only were you at his station, but there was a polaroid in his phone case of you. That one was a bit more risque and you only allowed it to be taken and put in his phone case because his phone case was black and no one couldn’t see through it. It was just in the back of his phone as a bit of motivation to keep working for his hot girlfriend. He’d pop his phone case off and secretly peek at it. 

-it was you in a dark blue lace corset. You had posed with a hand heart against your chest and a beaming smile. It would be seen as innocent if it wasn’t for the clothes you were wearing and the fact that your nipples were seen through it. Your tits were deliciously pressed up tight against the lace cups. 

-On his lock screen was a blurry photo Feyre had snapped of you two at a party. He was kissing your temple, you were half in his arms. Your arm that was wrapped around his waist and closest to the camera. Except it was flipping off Feyre (the live photo you can hear your laugh and Feyre’s and then the camera pans down because Feyre was caught). Your eye was winking from the force of Azriel’s kiss on your temple. Your smile was wide and you were clearly laughing. 

-He stopped letting clients take their clothes off for placement tattoos. Even if in some cases it could be easier to tattoo a cleavage with the person's top off, he won’t do it. -He feels bad enough that his arms have to rest on their chest. 

-The only tits he wants to see are yours. 

-You find it hysterical that so many people fall for your man. It was a bit of masochism in your case, enjoying flaunting the fact that this God of a man was taken and happily invested in you. 

-It helped that your man was totally fine with you being a weirdo. 

-One time he bent over in front of you and you just, “I want to bite your ass.” 

“I mean, you can.” 

-You’ve tied bows around his biceps and taken a picture. You loved that photo because not only does this big buff tattooed man have a little pink bow wrapped around his biceps but there's also red kiss marks all over his arm. 

-That photo alone could get you off. 

-You’re a big fan of marking your territory. You keep red lipstick in your bag just to give him a kiss on his neck or anywhere where anybody could see it. Just to mark your territory. 

-He eats it up. Like “yes that’s my lady, yes she’s hot. and she’s all mine and i’m all hers.” 

-Usually leads to you two fucking in the bathroom. 

-He is your good boy but can also choke you the fuck out. 

“Come on, take it like a good girl.”

“Use your words, baby. I can’t decipher your babbling.” As he overstimulates you with his tongue and a vibrator. 

-He’d happily be used as your personal toy. 

-You sneak photos of him tattooing clients, it’s just so hot to see him so focused and into his job. 

-He definitely offered to tattoo you but you kept declining, then he designed a beautiful sleeve design that incorporated all of your favorite books for your one year anniversary. 

-So you got that sleeve done. 

-It was one of the only parts of your body that had ink. You were a baby with pain but it was satisfying too. The only way you sat through for a sleeve is all the kisses Azriel gave you. 

-He was never the type to like partner tattoos but he gets it with you. He has a heart with your first initial on his right ring finger as a promise to put a real ring on his left ring finger that also belongs to you. 

-At tattoo conventions, tons of artists always want to meet him. You try to encourage them to go talk to him because let’s face it, Azriel is intimidating to just walk up to. His art style is very recognizable and people love him. 

-You’re known as the Shop Sweetheart. Not only does your boyfriend work there but so does your best friend. It’s common that you drop coffee or food off if the team is working late. 

-He treated you like a queen. Nobody had ever treated you so kindly yet also messed with you like a best friend would.

-Peace and love to your girl best friend. But this man was your partner in crime and in love.

[poisonedspider]

Hot take: Just because you can't respond right away does not make you a bad roleplayer. This is something I have to keep telling myself, too. But I've been talking to a few friends lately that are feeling inadequate in some ways because people will suddenly stop writing with them because they aren't responding immediately that day, and that breaks my heart. We're all adults (or we should be in this fandom, big ooooof), and we all have lives. Sometimes we can't just sit on the computer and type back and forth for hours. I'd personally never get anything done if that was the case for me.

Just know that I'm always going to be patient with y'all. I don't care if it takes a day, or three months. You never have to apologize. I will be right here, excited whenever I get a reply, and excited to write with you. I just want people to know that they are still loved and appreciated even if they aren't around as much, because this is a HOBBY, and I've seen too many sad posts about people feeling unwanted because they aren't around consistently.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ CRASH LANDING (LN4)

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando accidentally hits a stranger with his car — the internet can’t stop referring to it as a meet cute. (un)fortunately for lando, mclaren agree.

genre: comedy, fluffy

authors note: a continuation of the ending to beached! you don’t need to have read that to understand this, however it will give some insight to the mclaren matchmaker jokes <3 also in light of that, this is set a few races in the future! *oscarsgf user refers to the character in beached!

*faceclaim: keeahwah on ig (but please imagine her as you see fit!)

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user you are so unserious sir

user SOOOO IS THAT THE GIRL HE HIT BC

user no clue but she’s CUTE

oscarpiastri @/fia look here

landonorris i will literally remind your girlfriend of your murder attempts when you first met

user it’s giving meet cute

user i’d read a fic on it

yourusername you literally drove off BEFORE I WAS EVEN IN THE CAR

landonorris IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I WAS DISTRACTED

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user @/user CLICKING ON HER ACCOUNT IT DEFINITELY IS

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yourusername monaco recap🇲🇨 successfully didn’t get hit by too many cars!

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user AS IF LANDO HIT THE HOTTEST PERSON IVE EVER SEEN

user nah this is actually a full meet cute i’m sorry this is the shit you see in romcoms

bestfriend still can’t believe you didn’t take compensation but accepted a lunch date instead

yourusername can you blame me

user @/yourusername oh girl no one can you are so real for that

friend1 wait till everyone finds out you’re only there for another 4 days

user WHAT. i can’t have them separated already😶

user parasocial relationship with lando ended y/n is my new idol now

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user wait she doesn’t live in monaco?? she’s leaving??? just after i’ve gotten attached to her and lando???

bestfriend please come back to visit asap i cannot go too long without my y/n cuddles

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user um lando sir,,, seconded the whole thing? cuddles included?

user this cannot be the end of the meet cute i refuse to

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landonorris safe to say i’ve had a pretty good break between races

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user a whole post dedicated to her with THAT caption? oh yep they’re whipped

user please tell me y’all are going to stay in contact?

user my heart is shattering already

mclaren 🧡

user MCLAREN PLEASE YOU’VE DONE IT ONCE BEFORE

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o: safe to say you’ve had a pretty interesting break before this race

l: hey let me remind you what happened for you over winter break!

o: okay but i didn’t literally hit my girlfriend with my car!

l: oh so you finally asked her out officially?

o: stop deflecting!

l: okay okay! yeah safe to say i had a nice time. always need a bit of a change in life!

o: so how are things going now?

l: (awkwardly) well you know how it’s… yeah

o: ah i get it. quite literally been there done that got the t shirt. but hey you did say all that when i got my big moment about mclaren—

l: no no no don’t give them any ideas! they’re listening!]

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mclaren the boys are back! don’t forget to check out the new interview on our channel where lando and oscar talk all things hopes for the second half of the season, workouts and… girls?

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user mclaren. mclaren look at me. you know what you have to do

mclaren 👀

user when oscar asked him about y/n… i wanted to cry he looked so sad are things over between them?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you’re such a gossip

oscarpiastri you love me for it

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri you know what i’m thinking?

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf plotting?

oscarsgf @/oscarpiastri plotting!

user what on earth is going on…

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user ^ oh their plotting is in progress???

mclaren you’d look good in orange👀🧡

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user WHO IS THE GIRL

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user PLEASE TELL ME THATS Y/N

user LOOK AT HER STORIES ITS DEFINITELY HER

user SOMEONE WHO IS THERE KEEP US UPDATED PLEASE

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yourusername i don’t know guys, do you think he’s cute?

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user OH MY GOD FINALLY

landonorris i will hit you with my car again

yourusername is that a challenge mr. norris?

landonorris @/yourusername oh you better run fast

yourusername @/landonorris well duh cause you don’t know how to do the speed limit

user i love them. i love them so much.

oscarsgf omg can we force the boys to do mclaren double dates

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yourusername @/landonorris too late we’re already texting

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landonorris we are successful victims of mclarens matchmaking services

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user THEYVE DONE IT AGAINNN

user new fav couple fr

oscarpiastri oh how quickly you all forget me

user @/oscarpiastri WE COULD NEVER

user clearly i need to work for mclaren to get a cute gf

oscarpiastri @/oscarsgf is the second photo giving you flashbacks as well

oscarsgf they’re stealing our thing

yourusername thank you for posting the nice park date photo of me

landonorris well in all the others you’re mid cartwheel

mclaren glad to be of service🧡 anyone else? @/patriciooward how are you doing?

landonorris i’m gonna stop you right there

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a/n: WELL. hello friends. i said i wasn’t gonna post a one shot for a while, then this happened. i just hope its up to standard! i’m a little rusty in my writing considering everything!

in regards to new works, gonna be working on getting my wips out soon, and maybe popping some new smaus out at the same time as they’re easy and quick-ish for me to work on considering everything going on! do forgive me if i do some random family orientated stuff — pregnancy hormones are giving me baby fever for everything (is it still baby fever if you’re having a baby?)

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for the first time in a very long time,,, love, giselle xx

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[rucow]

some placements im soft for<3

♐ sagittarius sun: my everlasting obsession. the most magnetic people ive ever met. they're insanely beautiful and enigmatic, they fascinate me. i have no sag placements myself, so idk why im so in love with this sign, but to me they're ethereal and regal in a way. they give me a heartthrob. i adore their facial features and their personality, i love their blunt honesty. these people are majestic and special to me. also very silly.

��� scorpio mercury: this placement could tell me to jump off a bridge and i probably would. their words and tone can have full control over other people, they have so much power in their voice! even if they speak very quietly, the impact of their words is immense. singers and performers with this placement are impeccable at delivering the most raw emotion to their audience. every time they speak, i feel like i can see and feel their soul. which makes sense, because their mercury is conjunct my moon. i feel compelled to listen to these people. they put me under a spell anytime they speak (or sing). also, i love it when they go detective mode trying to solve a ~mystery~

🌠 mercury-neptune conjunctions: ethereal, mesmerising, haunting. i noticed that a lot of singers i listen to have this placement, and you can really feel it. ive always had dreams (and nightmares) about songs written and sung by people with this placement, they're absolutely haunting in such an addictive way. they're out of this world. beautifully poetic people.

♎ libra moon: some of the sweetest people ive ever met. they're so soft and sensitive, even if they don't seem like it. somewhat of a role model to me, i looked up to them so much only to find out im a libra moon myself in sidereal astrology. i have an urge to protect these people and reassure them that their feelings are valid. they have the most beautiful smiles.

♊ gemini moon: maybe it's because my own moon is in the 3rd house, but i find these people very relatable. the amount of hate and misunderstanding ive seen them receive is plain cruel. i think these are some of the most genuine people, and i appreciate it when they speak their mind. silly factor off the charts

♑ capricorn placements (any): i haven't gotten to know you too well yet, but you're always like a breath of fresh air. im intrigued by you! i feel i have so much to learn from you.

♏ scorpio sun: the kindest most understanding people ive ever met. sure, there's been a few bad apples here and there, but so many scorpios ive met have helped me heal, even if indirectly. they've had a huge huge impact on me and im always thankful for that.

♐ sagittarius mars: i adore these people's energy. my mars is in aries but at the 9° degree (a sagittarius degree), and i feel like being around these people is so fun. very very playful people with an outstanding positive energy, they are silliness personified and i love that about them.

♒ aquarius venus: i didn't care much for this placement at first, seeing as it's my own, but looking through works written by aquarius venus artists has hit something deep inside of me. there's something sad about your heart being in this saturnian, fixed sign. it's like a prison. you fully commit to people once you think you've found "the one", and break-ups can be brutal for you. you don't show it on the outside, but your suffering shows in your art, and im sorry i didn't see it sooner. your understanding of the world is very real and fascinating, and you're such a devoted friend. ive grown to understand and appreciate this placement a lot more than i did before.

though i only talk about a few specific placements here, every sign is special in their own way. ily all, take care of yourselves 💖

[earlgreydream]

gods, I’m so sorry. this has been in my drafts since APRIL 2023…. I’m finally getting to it, thanks so much for this sweet request ♥️

requested: bucky needing to have a hand on you (stroking ur hair, hand on ur knee, etc) at all times after he nearly loses u 🥺 to reassure u that ure safe and he's there but mostly to reassure himself

The silence was deafening, and it was so dark. Had it always been this way? James couldn’t remember. The Brooklyn apartment didn’t feel like a home anymore. It was empty without you, your absence ripping the essence of life from his home.

He sighed, not bothering to turn on the light. James didn’t have any intention to stay, the emptiness held an eerie feeling that he just couldn’t shake. He almost forgot what he’d gone home for — to get a change of clothes before heading back to the Tower, to wait for you.

James felt like he should have been out looking. You’d been missing for weeks — disappearing on a mission with Sam, to gather intel. There wasn’t supposed to be any real danger, he would never have let you go if he was worried about a threat to your safety.

“We need to go back, they found her,” Steve’s voice cut through the silence, and Bucky’s heart seized at his words.

“Is she alive?”

.

The first thing your mind registered was pain. There was a dull, heavy throbbing in every part of your body. When you tried to open your eyes, everything was too bright, and a terrible beeping worsened your splitting headache.

You blinked away the fog in your vision, a hospital room slowly coming into focus. James stood up from a chair in the corner and ran to your side, speaking frantically. You couldn’t understand him, it sounded like his voice was underwater, unclear and garbled.

Panic surged through your chest when you looked down to see an IV in your arm, and you registered the tubes on your face that were meant to help you breathe. You clawed at the IV in your arm, nails scratching your skin as you attempted to rip the needle out.

“Stop, please, baby,” James begged, grabbing your wrist to keep you from accidentally hurting yourself.

“James?” You rasped, the fear in your voice breaking his heart.

“I’m here. You’re safe, you’re in the hospital at Stark Tower. Nothing can hurt you anymore,” he promised, the words sounding clearer in your head this time.

Your chest heaved and tears started to leak down your cheeks, whimpering as a nurse emptied a sedative into your system.

James held your hand, so the nurse didn’t cuff your wrists to the bed. Your memory was foggy, but your body remembered what you’d been through — your heart rate monitor beginning to scream as the nurse talked about restraining you.

“Get out. Just get out!” James shouted, one of the few times you’d ever seen him with tears running down his face.

You began to fade as the sedative kicked in, the room quieting once it was just you and James. He listened to your shallow breathing, gently rubbing his thumb across your forearm, needing to touch you as he sat next to the bed. He had to have his hands on you, to remind himself you were there, safe.

“Don’t leave me,” you begged softly, your trembling hand laying over his.

“I won’t leave you, I promise… just get some rest, okay?” He kissed your knuckles, gazing at you with wet blue eyes.

.

“I can stay with her, so you can go home, change, sleep in your own bed?” Steve offered, coming in while you were asleep.

“I'm not leaving,” James murmured, barely looking up at his best friend.

“Has she told you anything about what happened?” Steve took a seat on the other side of your bed, an action that James was grateful for, even if he didn’t say so.

“No. She’s barely coherent, they’ve got her on some pretty intense medication…. Steve, she’s in rough shape. How was she when you found her?”

James was afraid to ask, but had to know. Steve shifted his weight, looking down at the floor before finally looking back at your sleeping form, bruised and battered.

"Bad, James. Hydra had her tied up, suspended from the ceiling."

James rubbed his fingers over the raw, red rings around your wrists from the restraints, stopping as you winced in your sleep.

You opened your eyes, looking over at him, reaching out to trail your fingertips over the scruff on his cheek.

"Steve, thank you," you spoke hoarsely, turning to the blond who stood at the end of the hospital bed.

"Of course. How are you feeling?" he approached and gently took your outstretched hand.

"Everything hurts," you groaned, shaking as you tried to sit up.

"Here," James helped you, supporting your weight as you settled into a seated position.

.

Two weeks later, you'd recovered enough to be discharged.

"I don't want to stay at the tower, I want to go home," you insisted to James, anxious to be back in the shared Brooklyn apartment.

You held his hand as he drove you to the brownstone, flinching at car horns and loud noises. As much as you ached to be home, the trauma still exhausted your nervous system, and kept James on edge.

Your friends had been kind enough to clean your place for you, warm and smelling of the dinner that was in the oven, waiting for you and James. He followed you to the kitchen, smiling softly as you eagerly dug into the first real food you’d got since your return.

Despite have the whole table to yourself, you sat on Bucky’s knee as you ate, his arm around your waist. He was quieter than usual, his face pressed into your shoulder, needing to be as close as possible. He was unable to let you go, afraid you’d slip through his fingers.

.

Later that night, Bucky sat on the edge of the tub, helping rinse your hair. He had all but gotten in the water with you, his sleeves rolled up as he tenderly washed your skin. Candles flickered on the counters, dimly lighting the fragrant room.

“I’m okay,” you whispered to James, your hand going to his jaw as he kissed you. His lips were soft against yours, parting just enough to catch your small gasp. You chased his mouth when he pulled away, only briefly satisfied as he planted another firm kiss to your lips. He stood to get you a towel, wrapping you up as you rose from the water.

“Let’s go to bed,” he urged, unable to hide his anxiety.

“You won’t sleep,” you accused, knowing he’d be up all night, just as he had for days.

“We can put on a movie. I just need to hold you,” his big eyes were framed by dark lashes, eyes that were impossible to say no to.

You slipped into one of his tee shirts before following him, letting yourself snuggle against his side, his arms tightly wrapping around your middle. The rhythm of his heartbeat and soft sounds of the television lulled you to sleep, resting safely in his embrace.

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Bacta and Bandages Chp.7 (Rex x Reader)

Chapter 6. Chapter 8.

Grief

CW: Slow burn, Two fools trying to ignore their crushes, Grief, Loss, talk of dead friend, death, crying, emotional break down, talk of unfair treatment of clones, Rex is a SWEETHEART, Reader is gender neutral, no use of (Y/N), reader is a doctor, if I miss a tag LMK!

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Announcement: Field Surgeon Ferrum of the 107th legion has fallen in battle.

Service to be held in 3 standard rotations on Coruscant, Republic military base

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. All medical personnel in the GAR were connected via networks and communications. It was to keep tabs on the overall health of the army and swap medical advice. You didn’t know every single doctor and medic, but you knew this one. 

Doctor Ferria Ferrum. A fierce, hard working togruta with a bit of a sarcastic streak. You worked with them at your former hospital on Coruscant, before the war. They left to join the army before you. You hadn’t seen them since they left that day, but you’ve exchanged messages if the holo allowed. 

“Doctor?” Kix’s hand was on your shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Oh. right. You opened the holo on your desk in the medical bay. With a nod, you closed the message, “...Yes, I am.” You stood, meeting Kix’s eye, “I’m alright.”

He didn’t seem entirely convinced, but nodded anyway, “If you need a minute to…grieve…”

You took a deep breath to steady your emotions, “No, I’m good to work. If I need to step away, I will.”

The two of you returned to work. There were still many injured from the second battle of Geonosis. Many to the point where The Resolute had to dock at a medical space station. Not to mention Ahsoka’s run-in with a brain-invading worm.

The poor girl has a fever and chills from freezing an entire ship to slow the parasites down. 

It was clear, you couldn’t go to the memorial service. There was too much to do. You’d have to grieve alone this time. 

As you made your rounds, you tried not to think about it. You were at war, losses were expected. You needed to steel your heart and keep going. 

So you did. 

That was, until Ahsoka mentioned something, “Doctor..?” She mumbled, “Are you ok?” The padawan was buried under blankets, and the fever medicine made her drowsy. Her eyes were half closed from sleepiness, “You seem…sad.”

“How do you know I'm sad?” you asked, keeping your voice as calm as you could. Right now, you were replenishing the fluid IV that you gave the togruta.

“The Force.” was her blunt response. 

Damnit.

You frowned as you checked her temperature, “I was just informed a colleague of mine had died in battle,” Your eyes were focused as you prepared medicine to ease her fever, “And there’s too much to do here for me to go to Coruscant for the memorial.”

Ahsoka matched your frown, “You should go.” 

“I have a responsibility here,” You gave her a small, hollow smile, “Besides, I prefer being here. With you, Rex, Anakin and the other soldiers.”

The padawan nodded slowly, shifting to lay on her side, “Everyone is glad you're here…with the 501st.”

For some reason, her words twisted your heart and made tears blur your vision. Maybe the shock finally wore off and the grief hit you. Maybe it was just the fact that the teen was honest and pure in her words. Maybe it was a reassurance that you unknowingly needed about your place among the troopers. 

Either way, you had to turn and wipe away your tears, “Thank you, Ahsoka…” your voice cracked before you cleared your throat, “Get some rest. I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you.”

She nodded groggily before you hurried from the medical bay. You needed to get away from anything medicine related. It reminded you too much of the places where you and Ferria spent time together.

You managed to find an empty storage area. Armor and helmets were stacked neatly on shelves, but you paid it all no mind.

The door was closed and a hand was over your mouth to cry in less than a minute. You leaned against the door, sinking to the floor to weep as quietly as you could. The tears felt hot against your skin as your sadness overwhelmed you, clouding your mind. 

You gave yourself 10 minutes. 10 minutes to cry. 10 minutes to let yourself feel. 

Then you had to get back-

“-Half of the doctors on this station are leaving for this damn service.” 

Through the metal door, you could hear the passing words of several troopers. Despite your state, you listened. 

“The 212th medic is leaving too, it's ridiculous. All because they’re a nat-born.” 

“If that doctor was a clone, no one would bat an eye-”

Their words faded off into nothing as they passed the door and continued down the hall. It hurt, knowing how they left. 

But they were right.

How many clones died on the field only to be forgotten? How many good troopers had perished to be left to rot in the dirt? 

They were right. If Ferria wasn’t a torgruta, if they were a clone, this service wouldn’t be happening on Coruscant. Their body would have been left behind, to remain on some unknown planet. 

 If you fell in battle, you’d be given a memorial. Your body would be collected if possible and you’d be given a proper burial. All because you were nat-born. An outsider among clones. Your status gave you special treatment and power you didn’t mean to have.

It wasn’t fair. You knew that.

But it still hurt to hear. 

At some point you moved away from the door, leaning against the wall. The cold metal felt icy on your skin as you let your tears fall. You stopped weeping, just staring ahead to cry silently. 

You had to return to work. After all, there were probably some troopers who needed bandages changed, or painkillers to sleep as they healed. Kix could handle it, but it was your job. You couldn’t shut down because of Ferria’s death. The clones weren’t allowed to break, so why should you?

Maker, it was hard to move.

Your motivation was shot. All you needed was just…a few minutes to recharge. Process. That's all…

You could hear the steps and mumbles of the soldiers as they passed through the hall. The galaxy was moving on as if nothing happened. In the grand scheme of the war and life, it was true. That was the reality of it all. 

Ferria was a small piece in this war. And for the first time in a while, you asked yourself a single question.

What’s the point of all of this?

“What should we do? A holo-card maybe?” You opened your eyes, hearing the discussion between two more troopers. Seemed everyone on the ship and medical station were talking about the funeral service. 

Ferria was well liked at the hospital. Perhaps they made a lot more friends in the army than you thought. 

The other one didn’t sound entirely interested in the conversation, “Nothing. I’m sure the doc is fine. They probably didn’t even know that field surgeon.”

“But we don’t know that! Why not-”

“Whatever it is you two are doing, move on.” Rex’s voice cut between the troopers like a knife, “Get to your duties.” 

“Yes sir.” 

After a few moments, the door to the storage closet opened. You looked up, coming face-to-face with the captain of the 501st. He had sympathy written all over his face. 

“Hi.” you croaked, “I’m sorry, I know I should get back to the medical bay, I just needed a minute.”

He closed the door and locked it behind him before stepping towards you to sit down, “It's alright. Kix is handling it. Are you ok?”

You nodded, feeling a deep pain in your chest.

“I want the truth.” he deadpanned. 

Slowly, you shook your head, “Not really, no. Ferria was a friend of mine.” The Captain wanted honesty and you didn’t feel the need to lie to him. 

“I’m sorry,” Rex put a hand on your shoulder. He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. 

“No, I’m sorry. Half the doctors on the medical station are leaving,” you murmured, “So for the next few rotations the troopers need to wait longer for medical care. And I know that’s upsetting them.”

Rex gave you a confused and concerned look. 

“I overheard some of them talking.” You informed the Captain, “So it’s a good thing I’m staying, I suppose.”

The Captain sighed, “If you feel the need to go-.”

“It’s not fair.” You snapped, vision blurring, “No, it's not fair.” Tears streamed down your cheeks again, “Ferria gets a memorial. A whole funeral, but what about the soldiers they died with? What about the clones!?” You figured out the agony that's settled in your chest.

It was guilt.

Guilt for mourning so deeply. Guilt for Ferria’s special treatment. Guilt for knowing when you died, you’d have the same respectful ceremony while the clones would be forgotten. 

“I mean, here I am, crying like a child after losing one person” You hissed, anger and frustration burning you as much as the grief did, “Meanwhile, how many brothers did you lose on Geonosis!? How many of those good men will get the same respect? A funeral? A memorial service?” 

The 501st captain remained silent, worry clear in his brown eyes as you ranted.

“It's not fair to you or anyone else for me to fall apart. I can’t-!” Your emotional rambling was stopped abruptly by Rex pulling you into a tight hug. You were taken off guard for a second before wrapping your arms around him to return the embrace. 

“Don’t use your energy crying over the memorials and funerals we won't get,” Rex murmured, “Use your energy to remember those of us who fall in battle. Remember their names. Who they were.” 

Your crying started up again, and you buried your face into the plastoid of his shoulder. He was warm. Warm and protective. You felt safe enough to break apart in his arms.

“It’s alright to grieve for your comrade, just as I grieve for my brothers.” His tone was patient and kind as he whispered to you, “Don’t shove away your feelings for our benefit. It’s alright to feel this way, just like you always tell us when we’re overwhelmed, hurt or upset.” 

Of course he’d use your own words on you. On several occasions he’d witness you calm a trooper down from a panic attack. Or wipe their tears as they cried from a nightmare or loss. You’d always say the same thing as you comforted them.

It’s alright to feel this way.

Rex let you cry out your grief. You shook and sobbed as he ran his hands up and down your back. 

The sting of loss was a painful one. He knew that all too well. But he kept his head held high, in order to be strong for the rest of his brothers.

You tried to do the same.

He held you tightly, keeping you close for all long as you needed. Luckily, he locked the door so no one could intrude on such a vulnerable moment. 

Minutes later you took a calming breath, pulling away to wipe away your tears. After a second you used your sleeve to dry the wet spot on his armor, “Sorry, I cried on your armor.”

Rex snorted, “It’s fine. There's been worse on this plastoid.”

You let out a soft laugh, looking at him. Perhaps it was how tired your brain was, but you broke into exhausted giggles. He did as well, though, most likely faking it to make you feel better. His arms were still loosely around you, not quite realizing how nice it made you feel. 

“Thank you,” you croaked, regretfully pulling away. Rex stood, offering you a hand, which you took.

He gave you a soft and understanding look, “Are you going to be alright?” He had a hand on your upper arm, giving a comforting squeeze. 

With a nod, you rubbed the back of your neck, “I will be. I just���needed a few minutes.” You took a deep breath, “I’m good now. Again, thank you Rex.”

His eyes were on you, but after a second he nodded, “Alright…But if you need anything, find me.” 

Your smile was small and hollow, “You as well, for anything, ok?” You walked to the door and opened it. The hallway was bright compared to the dark storage room you had found shelter in, giving you pause to let your eyes adjust. With another sigh, you stepped out and made your way back to the medical bay. 

As soon as you returned, you were met with quiet. Injured, recovering clones were asleep. Ahsoka was out cold from both the fever and the medicine. Kix was stocking up one of the cabinets, and he gave you a nod in greeting when you arrived.

Once you returned to your desk, you were greeted with a folded piece of flimsi. On it were the written words of ‘Sorry for Your Loss.’

You took the card in your hands and opened in. inside were the signed names of so many soldiers. Among them were the names of General Skywalker and Admiral Yularen.

Jesse, Kix, Oddball, Fisher, Jamie, Reign, Redeye, Hardcase, Echo, Fives, and countless more…

Your fingers traced over the written letters, a smile on your lips. You read them all, feeling your heart become lighter with each name. 

“Thank you, Kix.” You looked up at him, “Thank you.”

He smirked, not looking away from the bottles in his hands before putting them away, “You can thank the Captain. It was his idea, he got the announcement too and remembered you knew Dr.Ferrum.”

You looked back at the card, thumb ghosting over one more name, written neatly near the center. 

Rex.

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all hers, part ix

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary: You don’t mean to take it out on Tara. It’s just she’s there, constantly. Usually, it makes your heart swell. Today, it annoys you. 

warnings: (+18), ghostface!tara, mention of murder, drug abuse, angst, hurt/comfort. 

word count: 6.4k

a/n: this one is a bit of a behemoth, pretty angsty so prepare yourselves -  reader dealing with the fallout of the last chapter. as always, thanks for all the love and don’t be afraid to hit the ask box and tell me what you want to see next! :) 

The days following Wes’ death pass by in a blur. 

Tara gets a frantic call from his mother the next day, asking if she’s seen him. Chad calls next, followed by Mindy. His friends want to band together, go out to all his favorite places and look for him. 

You want to stay home and curl up into a ball. 

That’s not an option. 

“We can’t act suspicious.” Tara tells you, with all the experience of a seasoned killer, “We have to be worried for him, but not too much. You have to believe he can still come home.” 

The entire ordeal is exhausting. 

You spend Saturday traipsing around the back of Chad’s car, Tara’s hand clutched tightly in your own. You try not to say too much, your heart beats loud out of your chest everytime someone directs a question at you. 

Tara is brilliant. Just the right amount of concern. She dials Wes’ phone multiple times throughout the day, like he’ll pick up, tell her not to worry. She insists Chad drive to Wes’ old house a few towns over. Leads the group with feigned hopefulness. 

It’s a little unnerving just how good she is at it. 

You do alright in front of Tara’s friends. Quiet, clutching at her like if you let go you’d spiral. But that wasn’t unusual behavior for you. Tara kisses your forehead on the drive back, tugs you into her side, reassuring hand rubbing circles on your back. 

But it’s later that night, when Wes’ mom makes a surprise house call that your façade crumbles. 

You’re in the kitchen when you see her. Your heart shoots up into your throat, the plate you’re holding almost clatters to the ground. She’s in her squad car, Sheriff’s hat firmly tilted onto her head. 

“Tara.” You murmur in a panic. She’s by your side at once, linking her arms around your waist to hold you tight. You feel her tense as she catches sight of the woman at the door. 

“Let me do the talking, baby.” Tara says. She presses her lips to the side of your head. 

And just as the doorbell rings, she slides over to open the door. 

“Mrs Hicks.” You hear her say, “Please, come in.” 

Together, they wander into the kitchen. You nod slightly, in greeting. Your palms are clammy, you wipe them against your pants and hope she doesn’t notice. 

“It’s Sheriff Hicks, today Tara.” Judy says. Her voice is a little shaky. Red-rimmed are her eyes. It breaks your heart.

 “I’m here on official business.” 

“We haven’t seen him.” Tara says, her low, apologetic, “We’ve been out looking for him all day. The diner, the cinema. We even drove over to Millwood, thought he might have gone back there. Right, babe?” 

Tara looks at you. Eyes soft, kind, encouraging. You nod, swiftly. 

“No sign of him.” Is your croaky response. “I’m really sorry, Sheriff.” 

Judy swallows. Her shoulders are tense, defeated. “Thank you, girls. But that isn’t what I’m here about.” 

Tara tilts her head. Your heart skips a beat. 

“Some of the other officers thought maybe he-” Judy swallows, “Maybe he might have run away. Perhaps he met a girl. But I know my son. He wouldn’t just up and leave, not like that. Not without saying goodbye. He’s a good boy.” 

Her voice quivers. You curl your fingernails into your palm so hard it might bleed. 

“You’re his friends. You know him… differently than I do.” She says, “He tells you things he doesn’t tell me. Was there a girl? A boy? Anyone?”

Tara’s eyes lock with yours. 

“I don’t think so,” She says, slow. Like she’s trying to think on the spot, “He never told me - us, about any girls. Or boys. Besides, you're right. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. That isn’t him.” 

Judy nods fervently, as if her theory has been confirmed. 

“What about…” Judy swallows, like the words are hard to get out, “Enemies. People that didn’t like him. People that may have wanted to hurt him.” 

“Everyone likes Wes.” You say. Your mouth is dry, your words slightly shaky. Judy and Tara both look over to you, “He doesn’t have enemies. He’s a sweet guy.” 

“I don’t think anyone would want to hurt him.” Tara interjects quickly, trying to get Judy’s eyes off you. “You don’t think… you don’t think it’s Ghostface, do you?”

Silence hangs throughout the room. 

Your eyes flit to Judy, study her expression. Pale-faced, she blinks back at Tara. 

“It’s not Ghostface’s MO.” She says, finally, “Ghostface is flashier. He leaves bodies, crime scenes. He wants them to be found. He doesn’t hide his crimes.” 

Tara breathes a sigh of relief, “Good. Then we’ll keep looking. Maybe he got overwhelmed, with school and finals coming up. Maybe he just - I don’t know, freaked out.”

Judy stares, “Has he expressed concern about school to you?” 

Tara nods, “Yeah. Of course, we’re all worried about finals. And the SAT, coming up. And with college prep, essays, sometimes I want to run away and forget it all too.” 

She jots something down in her notes. You crane your head slightly, trying to see. A scribble of words, nothing you can make out. 

“When was the last time you saw him?”

Your heart thumps. You’d talked about this, you weren’t to say Wes had come to the house that day, that’d been a no brainer. 

“Thursday at lunch.” Tara says, smoothly, not missing a beat, “He wasn’t in school Friday.”

“And how was he?” 

“Quiet.” Tara says, truthfully, “We didn’t really speak much. Sometimes he gets like that, you know, in his own head about stuff.” 

Judy nods, as if she’s familiar. 

“And you didn’t see him after that? Not in the hallway, not between classes?”

Tara shakes her head. “We didn’t, right baby?”

You nod. “I didn’t see him after lunch.” 

Judy’s gaze is piercing. You briefly wonder if she can see right through you. You’re not a good liar, not like Tara. If Judy came any closer, she’d see you were sweating buckets. 

Judy looks away, scribbles down something else on her notepad. Then she looks up, a little resigned. 

“Thanks for your time girls.” 

“I’m sorry we couldn't be more helpful,” Says Tara. You chew your lip, watch as Tara takes Judy by surprise in a warm hug.  

“He’ll show up. I promise.”  

You’re shaking when she leaves. 

Tara takes you in her arms, holds you close. 

“You did good, baby.” She murmurs, “She believed us. Everything’s okay.” 

Everything is not in fact, okay. 

Sunday is spent in turmoil. You’re agonizing. Long showers, hoping the steam will clear the fog in your head. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, imagining Wes’ body floating up to the surface. Imagining the look on his mother’s face as she came upon her baby boy, blue and lifeless. 

Tara’s trying to help, you can see it. She cooks you your favorite meals, runs you hot bubble baths, even sits through Grease just to make you happy. But nothing works. 

You can’t forget what you did. 

And if you were honest, seeing her face just reminded you of the sick and depraved things you’d done for her. 

It’s Monday. You’re running on maybe eight hours sleep over three nights. You feel sick, you’re pale. Dark circles under your eyes. You need sleep. More than anything, you need a reprieve from her. She’s gorgeous, doting, wonderful. You don’t want her to be right now. You don’t deserve her to be after what you’ve done. 

You’re spiraling in your own guilt. 

Instead, you contemplate spending the night apart. 

It might be good for you, to sleep in your own bed. Not worry about waking her up with your constant tossing and turning. It would allow you the time you needed to sort out the hellish landscape of your thoughts. It might let you finally get some sleep. 

You send Tara a text after English. 

Going to stay at my place tonight, just need a night by myself. Love you, see you tomorrow xx

She doesn’t reply, which you expected. Tara hates when you do things like this, veer off her perfectly crafted routine. More than anything, she hates being apart from you. You’d expect she would sulk for a couple of days, maybe try and call you later, convince you to come home with her. 

What you didn’t expect is being woken at half-past eleven by the loud thump of Tara climbing into your bedroom window. 

You look over at her, groggy. Sleep in your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” Is your confused, sleepy question. 

It’s dark, but you can still see the cast of vague annoyance on her face from the streetlights. 

“What are you doing? Why are you here? Come home.” 

“I’m just…” You can’t describe it. The thought of being curled up in bed with her while Wes lies at the bottom of the river makes you feel sick to your stomach. You don’t deserve it. You deserve to be here alone, toiling in your own guilt. “I just want one night to myself, is that so much to ask?” 

“Why?” 

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You snap. You’d finally gotten to sleep after hours of trying. It was good sleep too, dreamless. Wes nowhere in sight. A heavy, sinking feeling blooms through your chest as you realize it will take you another two hours to get back to sleep, “We don’t have to do everything together. You’ll survive one night without me.” 

Hurt flashes through her pretty features. She stands, hands limp at her side. It isn’t often she doesn’t know what to do. Usually she’d take control. Press you up against the mattress and fuck you into doing what she wanted. You half dare her to try. She must see in your eyes you’re not in the mood because she doesn’t come an inch closer, just stands at the base of the bed staring over at you.  

“Is this about Wes? You’re mad at me because of… his death.” 

The memory coils hot and fast within you. 

The knife. The blood. The body. 

You swallow it down. 

“I’m not mad at you, Tara. I just want one night in my own bed.” 

She stares at you a moment longer. Then slips off her jacket. 

“Fine.” She says, reaches down to pull off her shoes. You sit up, reaction immediate. 

“No, babe.” You tell her firmly, “You can’t stay here with me. You need to go home. I’ll see you in the morning.” 

“You can’t be serious.” Disbelief on her face. You haven’t spent a night apart in months.

“I’m serious, Tara. Please, go home. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” 

She looks so small in the moonlight. The look on her face crushes you. You almost take it back, you want to reach out and take her in your arms. No. This is the best you’d slept in nights. And she was a big girl, she’ll survive one night without you.

She doesn’t say a word as she climbs back out the window. 

You don’t sleep well. The ghost of Wes hangs over you heavy, taunting. Frustrated, you kick off your blankets, try another position. Your back. Your stomach. Your side. Everytime you close your eyes, he’s there. 

When you wake, it feels like you’ve barely slept at all. 

Tara’s waiting for you by the curb when you head out. She’s in the driver's seat, her hair is a little ruffled. She’s still in the same clothes she wore yesterday. Your stomach sinks. 

“Did you sleep in your car?” 

Tara looks up at you with tired eyes, wide, vulnerable. 

“I wanted to be close to you.” Her voice is soft. 

You sigh. Climb into the passenger seat. You reach over and take her face in your hands, stroke her cheek. Her eyes flutter closed at your touch. 

“You look exhausted.” You say, brushing your fingers over the circles under her eyes. 

“I didn’t sleep much.” She admits. “Are you mad at me?”

You lean over and press a lingering kiss to her lips. 

“No. I’m sorry. I just needed the night to… process.” 

“Process what?” 

“You know what.” 

She’s quiet for a moment. 

“And have you? Processed?” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Oh.” Is all she says. Then. “Are you coming home tonight?”

“Is that all you care about? Having me in your bed?”

Irritation swells in your chest. It’s easy for her. You know she doesn’t care about the people she’s killed. You know she doesn't feel remorse. You’d had to make her swear black and blue not to do it again. It isn’t the same for you. 

Wes is eating you alive. 

“Of course not.” She says. She blinks over at you, choosing her words carefully. “I just want to be there for you.” 

You sink back into your own seat. The lack of sleep has you feeling nauseous again. Irritated. Irritated with her.  

“Then give me space when I ask for space.” 

She stares at you for a long moment. 

“Okay.”

-

You’re in a foul mood by the time school lets out. 

You don’t mean to take it out on Tara. It’s just she’s there. Constantly. She knows your schedule by heart so she’s always there to walk you to your next class. She’s there at lunch, she’s there during History and Math, she’s there waiting for you by your locker when it’s time to go home. 

Usually, it makes your heart swell. 

Today, it annoys you. 

“How are you feeling?” Is what she says on the walk back to the car. 

Horrible, you want to say, like I want to crawl out of my own skin. 

Instead, you give a noncommittal shrug. 

“Okay.” 

She surveys you. Reaches over to open your door for you, the way she always does. The guilt, the sleep deprivation take over. 

“I can open my own door Tara, I’m not an invalid.” You snap. Brush her out of the way. You don’t bother looking back. By the time she’s in her own seat you’ve nestled yourself against the side of the car door, as far from her as possible. 

“Drive me home.” You say. She looks over at you, a little hopeful. 

“To our home?” 

“To my home. I need another night.” 

You can see the gears churning in her head. Her hands grip tighter on the wheel. You half expect her to tell you no, take you back to her house. If she tries, you’ll walk home. You’re not in the mood. Instead, she shifts the gear into drive. 

“Okay.” She says, voice small, resigned. 

You don’t kiss her goodbye. 

You spend the night tossing and turning again. The moment you close your eyes all you can see is Wes. The look on his face when he’d realized. The feeling of the knife in your hands, cool, almost weightless as you’d driven it through his skin. Judy’s face, red, tear-stained, when she’d all but begged you for answers. 

This bed is cold, unfamiliar. You miss your girlfriend. You miss the smell of her skin, the weight of her arm curling tight around your waist. Guilt churns deep in your stomach. Guilt for Wes, mostly, but for her too. What kind of girlfriend were you? All alone in a bed perfectly good for two while you know she’s outside, trying to get comfortable in the driver’s seat of her car because she can’t stand to be a minute without you. 

You stare up at the ceiling, contemplating. With a sigh, you lift yourself out of bed and move to the window. 

You can see her car from here. She’s in the driver’s seat, reclined slightly, as she settles down for the night.

Your heart twists, painfully. You don’t want to do this, push her away. But you have been. You’re punishing her for something you did. You chew your lip for a moment, then nudge your window open, climbing out onto the roof. 

She doesn’t see you approach. Her eyes are closed. She looks so uncomfortable trying to lean against the side of the headrest. You shiver at the cool air of the night, tap gently on her window as not to startle her. 

She blinks up at you a moment. Hesitant as she rolls down her window, like you’re about to snap at her again. 

Instead, you pull the driver's door open. 

“Come inside.” You murmur. 

She pauses. Surveys the look on your face. 

“I thought you needed space.” 

“I need you to get a good night’s sleep. You’re not going to get it sleeping out here.”

She’s silent for a moment. Then nods, climbing out of the driver’s seat. 

She’s unsure, hesitant. So unlike Tara. You take her hand, lead her back up to the roof to climb inside your bedroom window. 

You climb into bed, open your arms for her. 

“Come here.” 

She doesn’t give you a moment to change your mind. She slips off her jacket and her jeans and nestles herself into you instantly. She feels so good against you, warm skin, her lips grazing your collarbone as she tangles her legs with yours.

You press a kiss to the top of her head. Breathe her in. You missed her so much, more than you care to admit. It’s kind of pathetic. 

“I’m sorry.” You say, thread your fingers through her hair, “I didn’t mean to snap at you today. It wasn’t fair.” 

She doesn’t say anything. Grips your hips so tightly it might bruise. 

“You don’t have to push me away.” She says after a long moment. “I know it’s hurting you. You can talk to me.” 

“I know, babe.” You say, press a tender kiss to her forehead. “Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.” 

She’s exhausted, you can tell by the way she falls asleep against you in minutes. Soft, tiny sounds of her breathing even, her mouth falling open slightly. You kiss her forehead once more, try to focus on the press of her against you rather than the thoughts running wild through your head. 

Wes. Wes. Wes. 

Wes in English class, smiling softly at you as you ask to borrow a pen. Wes at one of Amber’s parties, choking on smoke the first time he’d tried one of Mindy’s special blunts. Wes at the bottom of the river, dead, his life stolen from him. By you. 

Not even Tara can save you from your own thoughts. 

When she wakes, bleary-eyed and smiling, perfectly rested, you’re running on less than two hours sleep. 

“You didn’t sleep well.” She says, sounding a little crest-fallen as she touches your face. 

“It’s okay.” You murmur. Kiss her palm. “Come on, we’re going to be late for school.” 

You spend the day on auto-pilot. Listen to your teachers blare on, not taking in a word. 

The other students gossip between lessons. They wonder where Wes is. Everytime you hear his name the back of your eyes burn.  

By lunch, you’re pale. Nauseous. You push your food around your plate, not having the stomach to eat it. Is this what it’s going to be like for the rest of your life? Sleepless nights, hellish days? You’re so caught in your own thoughts you barely register Tara slinking into the seat next to you. 

She’s pushing a small packet of blue pills onto your lunch tray. 

“What are these?” You ask, a little confused. 

“Xanax. I got them from Chad. It’s supposed to help you relax.” Tara says, voice soft, “I thought they might help you sleep.” 

She rubs your back. Your neck prickles uncomfortably. 

‘I don’t want them.” 

Tara watches you for a moment. 

“Baby. You need to sleep. Look at you; you’re exhausted.”

“I don’t want pills, Tara. Get rid of them.”

She looks like she wants to argue. But then Liv is dropping down into the seat across from you. She’s tearful. Like it just hit her that Wes was gone. Tara takes the pills reluctantly, slips them into the pocket of her jacket. 

Your ears burn with each of Liv’s wails. Tara’s hand doesn’t leave your back. 

You drive home in silence. You’d agreed to go home with her tonight. It’s pointless, trying to sleep alone. Wes follows you no matter whose bed you’re in. At least one of you should get a good night’s rest. Tara cooks for you, all but settles herself in your lap as you eat. The press of her body on your skin feels wrong. 

“Let’s watch Mamma Mia.” She suggests out of nowhere the moment the food is gone. 

You look over at her. 

“You hate Mamma Mia.” 

“I don’t hate it.” She brushes off, standing to clear your plate, “Besides, you love it. It might make you feel better.” 

You’re too tired to argue. You let her put on the movie, wrap a blanket around both of your bodies. You barely look at the screen. Wes is back, this time he’s older. He has a wife, two children. He leans down, kisses her. Then he looks right at you. 

Don’t you see, he says, sparkling blue eyes filled with pain, don’t you see what you took from me? 

When the movie’s over, Tara’s nudging you into bed. She tangles herself in you, as usual. Your stony silence doesn’t deter her. Then she’s pressing a hot kiss to your chest and sinking down your body. 

“What are you doing?” You murmur. Her hands rub against your thighs, comfortingly. 

She presses her lips to your stomach. 

“Loving you.” 

She feels so good, bare against you. Her lips make you shiver. You close your eyes, try to enjoy the press of her skin. She dips down a little lower, tugs your underwear down just slightly, so she can kiss the top of your pubic bone. You sink back into the mattress, try to keep your focus on her. 

Her lips. Her eyes. Her body. You imagine her naked, fingers thrusting into you. Kissing her, feeling her weight on you. 

And then Wes jumps back to your mind. 

I’m dead, The ghost of Wes taunts, his lips curled in a snarl, and you’re having sex? 

You flinch just as her lips graze your inner thigh. You clutch at her shoulders, freezing her in place. 

“Stop.” 

She looks up at you. 

“Stop? What’s wrong?” 

What’s wrong? You would laugh if you didn’t want to cry. Instead you sit up, try and pull yourself away from her. 

“I’m not in the mood, Tara.” The words feel strange coming from your lips. You’re always in the mood for this. For her. 

“It might help you relax.” She’s gripping your hips, tight, not letting you run from her. She presses another kiss to your hip. “Let me help you, baby.”

“You can’t help me, Tara.” You say, agony in your voice, “You can’t make this better. I killed someone. Giving me pills and making me watch Mamma Mia is not going to fix that. Going down on me is not going to change the fact that Wes is dead. And it’s my fault.” 

She stares up at you for a long moment. 

“It’s my fault.” Tara says, quietly, “Not yours. You were protecting me. If you want someone to blame, blame me.” 

“You didn’t make me pick up that knife. I could have- I could have let him go. I could have just taken you and we could have run.” 

“And then what?” Her gaze is piercing, “Run where? Hole up in some cabin in the woods? They’d have found us in a week.” 

You slump back into the pillow. 

“I don’t know.” 

She crawls back up to you, tugs up into her body. 

You shiver at her touch, but this time it’s not in a good way. Her skin burns you. You shuffle out of her grip, tug the blankets tight around yourself. She stares. Annoyance blooms across her face. 

“Can you stop pushing me away?” 

“Can you stop smothering me?” You growl back. You’ve had enough. You just want her to leave you alone. You want to crawl under the covers and weep. You want to punish yourself for what you’ve done. You don’t want her soft kisses, you don’t want her telling you it’ll all be okay. You’re grieving. In taking Wes’ life, you’d also taken a part of your own. 

And she just couldn’t understand. 

“Me trying to take care of you is smothering you, now?” She can’t mask the hurt in her voice. It makes you ache. 

“Stop, Tara, please.” You all but beg, “I don’t want to talk and I don’t want to fuck you. I just want to be left alone.” 

She’s silent. You feel the tears in your eyes spill over as she turns away from you, slumping to the otherside of the bed. She switches off the lamp beside the bed without a word, encasing the both of you in darkness. 

You should feel bad. You don’t want to hurt her. Instead, you feel relief. Enough for you to fall asleep, body tilted as far from Tara as possible, cheeks still wet with tears. Wes’ grip lessens on you for only a moment.

And then he terrorizes you in your dreams. 

-

Your Dad calls you in the morning, right after your shower. 

Tara hasn’t spoken a word to you this morning, no doubt afraid you’ll snap at her again. Instead, she left your breakfast on the nightstand without her usual morning kiss. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says, “I heard about what happened with your friend Wes. Are you okay?”

Your lip trembles. 

No, you want to say, I killed him and then used your suitcase to toss his body into the river. And it’s tearing me apart. 

Instead you let out a shaky sigh. 

“I’m alright.” 

A lie even he can see through. He pauses.

“Why don’t you take the rest of the week off school?” He says, not unkindly, “Why don’t we go up to the cabin. You and me and mom. Just the three of us.” 

His pointed way of ensuring Tara isn’t invited. You bite your lip. The cabin does sound tempting. Isolated, empty. No classmates drumming on about Wes. No Judy. No Tara. 

“Okay.” You say, “The cabin sounds good.” 

“I’ll pick you up after school.” Your Dad says. “Then you can come home and pack a bag.” 

When you wander downstairs, dressed for school, Tara’s waiting for you at the kitchen table. She looks up at you, hesitant. 

“Did you sleep okay?” She asks. 

“Not really.” 

“Oh.” She looks down at her cereal, like she doesn’t know what to say. You sink down into the seat opposite her. Cross your arms. 

“I’m sorry that I snapped at you last night.” You say. “Again.” 

“It’s okay.” She says, voice soft. 

It’s not okay. You hate this. You hate when she hurts. 

You shake your head, “I don’t want us to… I don’t like it when I hurt you. Which is why I…” You trail off. Look away. 

Her gaze is piercing. 

“Why you, what?” 

“Why I’m leaving tonight. Up to the cabin with my parents.”

She stares. 

“For how long?” 

You shrug. “I don’t know. A week, maybe? Two if I’m lucky.”

Silence. She stares across at you, eyes flitting between yours, like she’s trying to read your mind. 

“Is this- are you breaking up with me?” Her shoulders are tight. Voice small. She looks as though she might cry. You reach across the table, grip her hand. 

“No. Of course not, never.” 

It doesn’t reassure her. She looks back at you, searchingly. 

“I just think we need some time apart.” You continue, “So I can process properly. All I’m doing right now is hurting you and I don’t want that. It’ll be good for us, some space. For both of us.” 

“I don’t want space from you.” Tara says, her eyebrows knit, “I don’t care if you snap at me. Or if you yell at me or blame me. I just want to be with you.” 

You reach for her, stroke her cheek with your free hand. 

“I want to be with you too. But not like this, baby. I don’t want to yell at you and I don’t want to blame you. I love you.”

“Then stay.” She pleads. Her eyes glassy, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, “If you loved me you wouldn’t leave me.” 

“I do love you. That’s why I’m going.” You murmur and watch as the tears spill down her cheeks. 

You reach for her, pull her into your arms, “Please don’t cry, babe.” 

She sniffles into your chest. You clutch her tight, close your eyes. You don’t want to leave her, not like this. You know how she gets when you’re away from her. But if you stay, you’ll only end up hurting her more. Snapping at her more. And she doesn’t deserve that. 

“It’s only a week.” You tell her. Press a gentle kiss to her forehead, “And then I’ll be right back here with you, where I belong.” 

-

It’s not only a week. 

You reach the cabin by sunset, settle in for a long night of playing cards with your parents, helping your Dad cook hotdogs on the grill. The cabin air is cooler, fresh. The smell of pine trees and firewood encases you. You don’t think once about Wes all evening. 

When you settle down to sleep that night, you’re gone the moment your head hits the pillow. 

The days pass in a blur. Wes is still there, haunting you, but it’s like his voice has softened. It’s getting easier to tune him out. 

You message Tara every night before you go to bed, tell her you love her and you’re thinking about her. 

She never replies. She got like this when she was mad at you. Stony and silent. 

You don’t dwell. You know the moment you’re back in her arms all will be forgiven. 

You think long and hard about what Tara had said that night, right before you left. If you’d let him go. 

And then what? Hole up in some cabin in the woods? They’d have found us in a week. 

She was right. What kind of life would that be? For you, sure, but also for her. She’d never see Sam again. Never see her friends. She’s smart, far too smart to spend the rest of her life chopping logs for the fireplace and living in fear one day she’d be caught. She deserves to go to Brown, or Yale, or one of the other plethora of colleges throwing themselves at her. She deserves to be free, happy.

You want her to be happy. 

And you don’t want to punish her, not anymore. 

Sleep is a funny thing, you muse one day as you’re sitting on a deck chair by the lake. Everything had seemed so bad when you couldn’t get it. Like the world was ending, like your life was ending. 

Now, well-rested, with ten days of dreamless nights under your belt, you see things clearer. 

Your heart still aches for Wes. But he’s gone. Tara, your Tara, is still here. You want to get back to her. Tell her how much you love her. Tell her you’ll stand by her side no matter what. Tell her you’re done pushing her away. 

The drive back to Woodsboro is cathartic. 

Your heartbeat doesn’t drum at the sign of the town sign. You don’t scour the streets, seeing Wes in every face. You’re calm. Collected. 

And then your Dad drops you at Tara’s house and everything crumbles. 

“Babe?” You say as you draw your key through the front door, “I’m home.” 

The house is still, silent. 

It’s Friday night, usually the house is filled with laughter. The blare of a horror movie. The smell of Tara’s cooking filling the kitchen.

Instead it’s quiet. It smells stale. Empty takeout boxes litter the kitchen bench. 

You pad through the house, trying to find her. 

“Tara? Where are you, baby?” 

She isn’t in the kitchen, nor the den. She’s not in her bedroom either. The curtains are drawn, the bed is unmade and empty. Beer bottles, old joints littered across the floor. 

You frown, starting to get concerned. 

“Darling? Are you home?”

You reach into your pocket, dial her number. It rings out, to no answer. But through the walls you hear the faint drum of her phone buzzing against the tile of the bathroom floor. 

You open the door, and your heart drops in your throat. 

Tara’s in the bath, naked, water up to her chest. 

Her eyes are closed, empty bottle of whiskey in one hand. 

You race to her, drop down to your knees. 

“Tara. Baby, wake up.” 

She makes a faint sound, and relief floods through your body. The bath water is freezing, like she’s been in here for hours. You don’t care, plunge your hands in to try and support her quivering body. Her eyes droop open, only slightly. 

“YN?” She says, barely audible. You pull her close. Water spills down your front as you take her in your arms. 

And then you spot the pills littered across the floor. 

“Did you take these?” You ask, panic flooding through you. There were ten when she’d handed you them that day in the cafeteria. Now, you can only see three or four. You lean down, try and look into her eyes. They’re drowsy, unfocused. You pry the whiskey bottle out of her hand. “Did you mix it with this?” 

She’s too far gone to respond. You muster every ounce of strength you have to pull her out of the bath. She’s heavier than usual, floppy. She slumps down onto the tile as you reach for a towel to wrap around her shivering body. 

“Oh, Tara, baby.” You hold her close, try to stop the swell of tears that floods through you, “It’s going to be okay, honey, I’m going to call an ambulance.” 

The minutes pass in a blur. You sob down the line to 911, almost scream at them to come as fast as they can. 

Then, you hold her tight. Hold her as the responders help pull her onto a stretcher. Hold her through the agonizingly long ride to the hospital. 

They pump her stomach, put her in a private room. 

When she wakes, bleary-eyed and confused, you still haven’t let go. 

“Hi, beautiful.” You murmur, press your hand to her cheek. She looks so small in the hospital bed, tubes in her nose, band around her wrist. 

“You’re here.” She says, faintly. Like she can’t believe it. 

You grip her hand, lean down to kiss it. 

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

You shuffle your chair a little closer, press a kiss to her forehead. 

“Don’t you ever do that to me again.” You say, resting your nose against her cheek, “I’m serious, baby, if you had died…” 

You trail off, not wanting to finish the thought. 

“What were you doing? Pills and whiskey? You know what happens when you mix them.” 

She knew it very well. There’d been an incident with her mom, a few summers back. When she’d told you about it she swore she’d never touch the stuff. 

“I don’t know.” She says, a little heavy, “I couldn’t stand not being with you. I just wanted to make it stop for a few hours.” 

“Oh, baby.” You squeeze her tight. 

Before you can say anything else, the door is opening. 

It’s Chad, Liv on his arm. He looks stricken as he looks down and sees Tara lying in her hospital bed. 

“Oh shit.” He says. “Are you okay?”

“Does she look okay?” You challenge, “What the hell were you thinking, Chad? Why did you give her those pills?” 

Fury courses thick and fast through your veins. You’d hit him, as hard as you could if you weren’t so concerned with staying close to Tara. 

“I’m sorry.” He says, eyes mournful, “I didn’t know she was going to- I didn’t know she was going to take all of them.”

“What kind of an excuse is that?”

Tara squeezes your hand. 

“It’s not his fault, babe.” 

“You shush.” You tell her, press another heavy kiss to the top of her head, “I’m still mad at you.” 

“We’ll give you a minute.” Liv says, eyeing the two of you, “Right, Chad?”

He nods. Looks between you, mournful. 

“I’ll be outside. I’m really sorry, Tara.” 

You wait until they shut the door, then clamber up into the bed with her. Take her in your arms. 

She looks up at you. 

“You’re still mad? About Wes?”

“No, baby.” You lean down, press your lips to hers for the first time in days. Feel her sigh against you. Then nudge your nose against hers. 

“I’m sorry about last week. I’m sorry about the way I left. I just needed to get away.” 

She looks at you, quiet trepidation in her eyes. 

“I thought you might not come back.” She admits. 

“I will always come back to you.” You promise. Kiss her once more. Her eyebrows knit tight. 

“You say that like you’re leaving again.” She says, accusation in her voice. Her hands grip tight at the front of your shirt, like she’ll pull you down into her if you try. 

You shake your head, pull her into your neck. 

“I’m not, I promise.” You say, “And I want you to promise me you’ll never do this again. Not ever.” 

She curls her body into yours. Relaxes slightly against you. 

“Tara.”

“I promise.” She says, finally. “I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“Go to sleep, baby-girl.” You tell her, rub her hand over her back, “I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

“But Chad and Liv-”

“Chad’s about to get his ass whooped and I don’t want you awake for it.” You say, only half-kidding. You can see him peering into the window from the hall. 

“Don’t.” She mumbles. She’s tired, eyes drooping against your chest, “You’ll ruin your pretty hands.” 

And then she drifts off against you. You hold her tight, rub her head soothingly. The room falls quiet. Wes is there, faintly in the back of your mind. He’s screaming. 

you don’t deserve to be happy, He cries. Bangs his hands against the steel box of your brain he lives in, she doesn’t deserve to be happy. 

You shut him out, and instead focus on the steady sound of Tara’s breathing.

Next part

[01zfan]

wow you guys…i hit 1000 followers sometime this week! im sorry for not noticing earlier but wow im so grateful!

i seriously didn’t expect this account to even break 100. i was just writing as a little escape from my normal life. i got into riize pretty recently after losing interest in kpop as a whole for a really long time. i was a carat and nctzen (a fan of many groups, ive been into kpop since 2014 ish) but lost interest and just kinda focused on myself for a long time. i finished school, made friends, started working, started going to school AGAIN, picked up hobbies, moved away from my hometown to pursue my passion, etc.

i kinda thought that part of my life was over but riize literally stole my heart from the moment i got into them. i havent felt this way about a group for a long time and one day it just got a little too much so i wrote about separate fics for my top two (eunseok and sungchan). and you guys liked it! and you guys wanted more! and you guys commented on it and sent me asks hyping up my writing! and you guys followed me! and reblogged my stuff! and now we are here!

seriously would’ve never thought i’d have so many receptive, sweet, and sincere interactions on the stuff i write. i was seriously expecting to speak into the void like i’ve seen happen with alot of writers for fandoms. i write screenplays and sometimes its hard to remember why i like writing so much. you guys reminded me why i want to write for the rest of my life. we fangirl and talk about it together and have built a community over shared love and words. isn’t that so wonderful? i want to repay it back with good alot of good writing ^^

if you’ve been here since third and/or bad idea, right i want to say i love you so much seriously. i remember the accounts of the first people to ever follow me and comment on my stuff. i recognize the users of people who silently support me and i love you guys too heh.

if you’ve ever sent me a request thank you for giving me inspiration! i’m a big believer that on this earth one of the few things that belong to us and us alone are our ideas. it’s something no one can take from you—so thank you for giving me something so precious and trusting me to do it justice. i hope to continue making you guys happy! and if you just followed me, welcome!! i have alot of stuff to read and i plan on releasing more!

i’m working on argue with you pt three (planning on that dropping on wednesday!) and other stuff, like requests and sacrilegious so i have alot of stuff coming! thank you for your patience and thank you again so much for following me and supporting this account. you are all so special and dear to meeeeee :3. lets continue to love riize and fangirl togetherrrrr.

[kyokikia]

Dine and dash!

Pairings ; Portgas D. Ace × fem!reader

Request from @luvfzw : heyy can i request a female reader and any one piece char of your choice with a platonic partners in crime trope? (With a smidge of romance if you want)

(thank you for the request! And my night is going great, ty for asking as well!)

Type, fluff and platonic, partners in crime trope

Warnings, cursing (both in dialogue and in the actual story) and thats about it, y/n is used 2-3 times

Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

alr so ik the main storyline is dine and dashing, but ive never actually dine and dashed.. so uhm, i'll just work with what i think is how it works! Im really sorry if i got it wrong, feel free to send over an ask or a message if i did anything wrong and i'll fix it!

You and Ace were what some people would call partners in crime. Did that mean you guys committed crimes together a lot? Yea of course, you were his best friend after all. You and Ace had each other's back unconditionally, and everyone could tell. You both were always together, honestly knowing he knew your weaknesses better than you did your own, and vice versa. Both of you also seemed to be in sync, so much so that it was worrying. You both always knew what the other wanted when together, which meant you mostly knew what the other felt most of the time, and this included whenever you both felt hungry. Which led you to today.

You and Ace walked around an island that the ship decided to stay in for a day and a night, just to resupply some necessities, take a break, the usual. And you and Ace took this time to wander around the island's city, turns out this island was quite well-of and sort of large, a few shopping districts, good housing, very nice restaurants, an actually nice hospital, and good-looking hotels. Walking all over the city had both of you hungry after a few hours, so both of you started looking for restaurants to eat in.

Both of you agreed not to go for too much of a fancy restaurant, but not too bad of a restaurant either, you wanted good food after all. The pair of you chose a restaurant that was kind of crowded, and thankfully it wasn't those kinds of restaurants where you needed reservations and all that. You both found a table and after ordering, you both didn't wait too long before getting your food served.

You were both seated at a table not too far from the exit, but not the most easily noticeable or seen by the staff. You contentedly watched Ace as he was satisfying his near bottomless stomach while you also ate to your heart's content. The two of you conversing about stupid stuff, and also more silently, talking about how you're gonna get the fuck out of there without paying this time. This wasn't your first time committing these kind of not so harmless shenanigans with him.

The food was good in your opinion, but you both made sure not to spend too long there and when you both finished up, you got up, and left, after telling Ace to come in a few minutes, which he did not listen to. "Ace what the hell!" You whisper-shouted with no serious anger laced in your voice as you watched him exit out of the diner's doors just a minute after you left.

"Why'd you leave so soon!" You whined, bickering with him with a slight teasing manner. He looked at you while smiling with his usual grin, before replying with, "well, because i know I wouldn't get caught!" His response got him an obvious facade of being offended, "I? You deadass think only you wouldn't get caught?" You remarked, with a fake scoff leaving your mouth right after.

His grin grew larger at your scoff, before he quickly answered with, "Yea well I don't think you would get caught but I'm ju—" "just better than me?" You interrupt him, with a knowing smile on your face, before he looks straight in your eyes, "yea. i'm better than you." You look at him and his eyes as he says that, before deciding to turn away frohe freckled man, and you started distancing yourself and walking away from the restaurant and Ace, with him quickly trying to catch up, "hey! y/n! you know i was only joking!"

After he says that, you stop walking and say, "Yea yea i know! But—" the last part of your sentence, you purposefully pause and whispered. Before continuing it with a, "Last one to the ship actually has to pay for the next restaurant visit we go to!" You exclaim with a joyful grin before taking off, running back to where you came from. Ace takes a moment to register what you said, and why you're running off, and what'll happen if he loses. And once he does take it in, his eyes quickly widen before he takes off after you.

"y/n! This is unfair! You got a headstart!" Ace complained, running after you as he quickly tries catching up, the two of you running back to the ship. Eventually, you run out of stamina and start to tiredly walk, Ace not as run down on stamina as you are. "Alright alright Ace! We're done with the race—" you mutter while out of breath, the both of you were close to the ship anyway.

He slows down to match your pace, letting you regain your breath and you both approach the ship, "well, looks like i win!" Ace exclaimed cockily, "yea yea whatever." You replied in frustration at having to pay for the next meal, especially with his bottomless stomach.

"Don't worry about paying for the next meal, i'd rather not pay at all" he assured, "but.. you and me, we go out and steal for a hefty load of berry the next stop we have, alright?" He declared, and to which you gladly accepted. It's free money, and you get to commit crimes with Ace, win win for you all the way!

Alright so sorry this is kinda trash, first one shot i really finished that i'm actually gonna post! I dont know how dine and dash works so i also apologize for that, and im also sorry if you wanted something more intense in the sense of partners in crime! I'm really sorry if you wanted something like robbery or something like that, my brain just couldn't figure a storyline for anything other than this. Please let me know if its to your liking!

[shi-bxnii]

i will get hate for this likely but TWST HC's/Character Writings that annoy me and/or i feel are OOC

(check below cut) (all dorms/staff) (note: these are my personal opinions, do what you want, these arent for "Hey dont do this >:(" , im literally just saying what i personally feel, GO CRAZY AAA GO STUPID)

❤️Heartslaybul🃏

👑 Riddle HC: He's uptight and doesn't know fun

My take: He can be uptight and arguebly doesn't have fun in the same way others do but its been shown a few times riddle is a bit feral in his own way

♣️ Trey HC: Sweet mama friend whos done no wrong and needs a break

My take: He is a sweet mama friend but he has been shown quite a few times to do some (harmless) underhanded things for his own gain (Starsending Event: Getting a new blender/juicer/whatever it was)

♦️Cater HC: Bubbly guy whos secretly depressed with an internet addiction and THATS IT

My take: though not inherently wrong a lot of ppl dumb down his character to be very vague and two dimensional, Cater is also very alturistic in some cases and has shown to have a variety of skills (maybe not Trey/Ruggie lvl but its still skills)

♥️Ace HC: Mean as hell even in pranks(? this isnt one thats blatantly stated but written on a lot)

My take: Ace CAN be an ass but a lot of the time he will backout or realize his fuck up and make up for it, hes not jus sum ass that ppl talk too, hes a bully in the most loving way possible (lookin at deuce about that one LOL)

♠️Deuce HC: Oblivious dumbass

My take: Now in the context of School or sayings/confusing wording THIS IS VERY TRUE, but ppl make Deuce an all around idiot ive noticed and it annoys me, Deuce is very streets smart both in literal and just like,, hes a dude that knows things, and it annoys me so bad when they jus make Deuce a dumbass

🦁Savanaclaw🌞

🦁Leona HC: Hes heavily self interested

My take: also another that isnt inherently wrong but also is taken way outta context, Leona can and will be self serving but hes also shown to be kind and considerate and willing to help (even if he tries to deflect by saying it wasn't on his mind/not that it was truly within his heart), hes just a more intense Tsundere than Jack

🍩Ruggie HC: Same as leona with heavy self interest

My take: now this is more true then leonas but theres been a few times where ruggies done things for no/little gain, especially when it involves some level of danger, he may still joke about it but hes always pulled through

🐺Jack HC: this is also not a stated HC but ppl seem to forget how territorial/aggressive Jack gets so in writings hes usually just sum laid back guy

My take: Dude has been shown countless times to be headstrong and be aggressive and territorial, maybe not in the Adeuce, Tweel way but he in his own right has been shown to be aggressive (even if playful or more tamed then the formentioned)

🌊Octavinelle🫧

🐙Azul HC: Dark skin (visual HC)

My take: I AGREE AND DISAGREE, ive seen ppl give some characters vitiligo but NEVER to azul, if anything it WOULD be Azul, not only that Vitiligo is an autoimmune disease with factors such as stress, and who stresses more than anyone? AZUL, i usually consider most Visual canon to be just that with very little HC's but if Azul is to be interpreted with dark skin, mf has vitiligo

😈Floyd HC: Older of the twins and a variety of romantic HC's/writings i cant all list

My take: Its been shown in either a viginette or an event (i think an event) that despite being born within the same timing, Jade was actually first before Floyd (Jade makes a joke about keeping him around so im guessing the mf murked all his other siblings eggs djebdjsb ???) // As for romantic HC's writings what annoys me most is that he will usually be interpreted as very loving + his mood swings, i know damn well if Floyd had a gf/bf hes sTILL abiding to himself, now there are some factors that wouldnt keep this true to a default but floyd is floyd

👿Jade HC: He's just as seen in game//no real depth

My take: Its shown during the camp vargas event that Jade is actually extremely excitable and even (according to those around him (i think Cater says it)) that he even shouts in excitement about the natural Oven he was gunna make to cook the fish, Jade is very mannerly and a bit hard to read and its been stated as true, but Jade is also just a fucking nerd as well when you peel back the layers he isnt just that same guy as before

🏜️Scarabia🎆

🎉Kalim HC: Both in HC's and writings a LOT of people drive on the fact of kalims "obliviousness"

My take: NOW THIS ONE MAKES ME THE MOST ANNOYED, Kalim may be happy go lucky and sunshine like, but that motherfucker is AWARE, now you may try and ref Jamil in B4 but- BUT- Jamil is his literal lifelong friend and even if he was blatantly backstabbing at some points Kalim gave him the benefit of doubt, because hes known him all of his life and ik you mfs LYIN if you said you wouldnt for a life long friend... // Also Kalim despite his delivery being happy/sunshine like, Kalim has been shown to have a more feral (similer to Ace) side and even a more snarky side, though rare and playful at most hes not just some 🌞 fr

🐍Jamil HC: Transfem

My take: NOW BEFORE YALL GET MAD, its not the inherit fact that ppl will HC this, do what you want have fun, but i hate that a lot of the reason ppl will HC this, is simply long hair more fem aligned appearance.,,, suddenly men can't have shit,,,, again if you want to i dont really care it just a random irk of mine at most

👑Pomefiore���

👑Vil HC: similar to Jamil's and self interest once again

My take: Similar to Jamil, a lot of ppl will HC Vil transf/m due to the fact that within the JP ver, Vil uses a pronoun/self identifier commonly used for/in feminine use, but also for masc use,,, this one is also jus a random irk and i truly do not mind at all but i hate when ppl base of very little things (ik i sound stupid these r jus my opinions LOL)...// Self interest again but Vil's literally in B5 shown to not only not tell anyone but do it on his own whim to post Epel's family product so they can buy out to the point Epel had to give back the crates of Juice his family got him, Vil did that himself, he may be cunt(y) but hes also very considerate

🏹Rook HC: N/A

My take: Surprisingly i see very little HC's of Rook and when i do they make sense to me (Ex: Dark skin and coily/wavy hair, mf was born n raised in Afterglow savanna so even if he has whiter genetics, mf DEFINITELY having darker skin, hes a hunter hes oUTSIDE)

🍏Epel: Transmasc (but for the wrong reasons)

My take: Now of all characters to HC as trans DOES make sense, but also at the same time Epel normally doesnt mind who he is, its only when its used negatively/to mock him or something that he knows ppl will think "less of him" for it,,, this one irks me way less but a lot of ppl will HC/Write epel way more sensitively about himself then he is whether with a trans HC or not, overall though this HC does make the most sense to me

🖥️Ignihyde🎮

💠Idia HC: N/A

My take: Same as Rook, i dont see a lot i dont disagree with or aren't too far from Canon, i will say my fav Idia HC is that hes a complete weeb and has a body pillow of some sort, man wants to be a non normie so bad but fell for the normie weeb traps (body pillow and prolly owns a figurine of the waifu) LOL

🌐Ortho HC: N/A

My take: i dont see a lot of Visual or normal HC's in general for ortho which makes me sad, give my son more swag,,,, i will say i did see a HC that orthos normal body (robo) his shoulders are white boards and people will write stuff on them and that ppl will normally decorate him with stickers :3

❇️Diasomnia⚜️

🐲Malleus: HOO boy theres a lot

My take: way too many to write on this post but i will say that for rom! HC's and writings... MF THIS BITCH GOT NO RIZZ NO SWAGGER, everyone writes or HC's him to be the most romantic mystery dragon prince... brotha this man dont know how to use a phone you think he knows what talkin to a romantic interest + being good at flirting is like?? nuh uh you know damn well that mf askin lillia in near tears what the hell to do

🦇Lillia: Also a lot :(

My take: Doing rom! HC's/Writings again.,,, i feel like in general Lillia would actually avoid personal romances, he wouldn't be like EW ICKY, but considering his past and current responsibilities (Looking after his two sons Mal and Silver and then their cousin Sebek), i think it would be much harder for him to actually be involved in romance

🐊Sebek HC: Also a LOT GAHHH

My take: Now for this one i feel like ppl make Sebek similar to deuce and make him an oblivious dunce, Sebek is smart as hell but he jus doesn't understand customs outside of Fae, hes from Briar valley where most people are fae, and also dont have internet, you cant blame him for being bad at lingo and oblivious to what we would normally know by like age 8../// Also funnily enough i feel like Sebek and Mal get rev for rom HC's (Mal being filled with Swagger while Lillia helps sebek),,, i feel like despite not knowing normal customs,, if Sebek ever pursued someone romantically he would actually not be bad at it, sure a bit lost here n there but i feel like hes got swagger

⚔️Silver HC: That he takes things passively

My take: Silver has been shown to act against others wishes even those with authority (Even more so in B7 but i wont spoil),, Silver often acts as a voice of reason to Sebek as well in those moments but due to Sebeks tunnel vision up until B7, mf wont hear it, and since Silver basically has known Sebek all his life, to see him not press on the matter more in certain aspects is normal, ppl with headstrong siblings know this especially, sometimes you jus gotta be like "okay fine"

🎭Staff👥

In general i feel like a lot of people forget THIS IS AN ENTIRE SCHOOL the game is set in, teachers can take on different classes,,, but theres more teachers than just Vargas, Crewel and Trein, YOU SEE THAT BIG ASS SCHOOL? Theres a least 20 more teachers runnin around that bitch other than the ghosts, but since its a game and not like a series, Obviously they cant jus throw a random teacher every scene

✨Crowley HC: N/A

My take: A lot of HC's are usually just addition to canon or within character so i have no complaints

🐱Trein HC: Also N/A

My take: a lot of HC's for trein r very in character so i honestly dont have any annoyances

🐩Crewel HC: STRICT

My take: as a teacher? yes duh, but as a person? Crewel is definitely cheetah print joint smokin leggings and hello kitty tattoo aunt and classical and fancy wine aunt fusion, soon as mf off the clock hes MESSY in the auntie way

🥇Vargas HC: N/A

My take: now this isnt a HC/Writing but the way EVERYONE CLOWNS VARGAS ATTIRE..... the costumes for crewel n vargas in camp vargas were not bad at all imo, they werent spos to look like runway models or the latest trend that was GOOD costume design for something that was only spos to be VAGUELY seen cuz its DARK

🔮Sam HC: N/A

My take: I rarely see HC's of Sam :(

[ordinorultor-if]

So I decided a while ago to do some facts about me when the demo dropped. Even though the demo’s been pushed back to Friday, I wanted to share some stuff about myself anyways!

So! You guys can call me JB, and today is my 21st birthday (shoutout to that one anon whose birthday is also today). I’m a cis man, and while I’m questioning my sexuality, I’m fairly certain I’m bisexual. I’m a practicing Roman Catholic, but I’m not an asshole about it - be who you wanna be, love who you wanna love, and believe in what you believe in, as long as you’re not an asshole I’m cool with you.

I was born in Chicago and lived there for a while, but me and my mom moved to Wisconsin shortly after my father passed away. Up here we basically live on a farm. We have a garden and lots of animals - two dogs and a whole flock of chickens, and we used to have horses and ducks too. I also used to have a bearded dragon (named George, because of St. George and the Dragon), but I took terrible care of the poor guy and he got sick and passed away.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a scientist really bad. To some extent I still do, but I’ve always loved story telling, so a few years ago I realized I wanted to be a creative writer instead. While I’m currently on break from university, while I was attending I had an English Major with a Creative Writing Focus. I never declared a minor, and I was intending on a Chemistry Minor, but I might decide on an Engineering Minor when I return.

Besides reading/playing IFs, I’m into video games, TTRPGs (which is actually how I got into Interactive Fiction), firearms, history, religion and mythology, and general culture stuff. Seeing some of that, I think you could see how I ended up with the ideas for this game lol. Some of my favorite games include Crusader Kings 3 (which is how I came up with the idea for this game, playing a custom character in the Duchy of Aquitaine), Hearts of Iron IV, Skyrim, Fallout 4 (I haven’t seen the show yet, please don’t spoil it ~_~), and Cyberpunk 2077.

As mentioned above, I got into Interactive Fiction because of my love of TTRPGs. I think I’ve mentioned this story before, but I’m into Vampire: the Masquerade, and shortly after V:tM - Night Road released, I bought and played it. Around this time last year I looked into Choice of Games because of it, and the rest is history.

Also, since I couldn’t fit it in anywhere else, some genres and writing/trope stuff I like:

Childhood friends to lovers (all time favorite romance trope)

Peggy Sue fix-it fics (after all, I’m writing one over on AO3 lmao)

The former friends reconciling while facing impossible odds

Blending genres, like with sci-fan or gothic western

Related to the above: when fantasy settings have sci-fi lore/origins, and vice versa (FE3H my beloved)

Tarot motifs (again, FE3H my beloved)

Eldritch/cosmic horror

Gothic settings

Dragons that are really weird (FEA my beloved. And again, FE3H my beloved)

Anyways, that’s really all I can think of. Also, a reminder: Warlock is the best class in D&D 5E /s

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Min skatt

Pairing: Thor Odinson x reader (AU setting)

Summary: Your first meeting with Thor.

Warnings: intoxication, fluff, kissing, Amanda is a bad friend, possessiveness,pet names, kinda meet-cute?

A/N: This is my first time writing for Thor. Ive wanted to try it for a while. Hope I did it justice. Thank you @late-to-the-party-81 and @jobean12-blog for your forever support ❤ As always its lazily proof read by me, and English is not my first language. Happy reading!

header by me. dividers by @saradika

"Come on Y/N!" Your friend Amanda grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the door. You were going to a party. Your first party here since you moved to town.

Amanda just walked right in, and soon you were seated in a chabby couch, talking to a guy named Bucky. 

"So you see, thats why cats are so much smarter than dogs" Bucky gestured wildly with his hands. You looked at him with confusion. 

"Ah, I see… so… are you from here?" you asked him politely, not wanting to fall into the "cats vs dogs" trap he laid out for you. 

Bucky shot you a charming smile. "Born and raised, baby. But not you. I havent seen you around and you are too pretty to go unnoticed." He winked at you. 

Snorting out a laugh, you tell him that you needed a change of scenery, and after inheriting a house from your great aunt you ended up here. 

Bucky was just about to say something when someone climbed into his lap. The "someone" was a tall, muscular 'american sweetheart' kinda guy. 

"Where did you go?" The American sweetheart's voice is thick and sweet as he rubs the tip of his nose against Buckys.

"Ive been sitting here all along, punk. You're the one who walked away." The teasing tone of Buckys voice make a shiver run down your spine. You cant seem to tear your eyes from him and the golden boy. Then they start to make out and you just sit there, staring at them like a creep. 

Bucky break the kiss and turn to you. "Y/N, this is my Steve." His eyes glisten with amusement. You manage to extend your hand for Steve to shake, and he does so while smirking. "I like this one, Buck." 

"Y/N!" Amandas voice breaks through the sounds of the party. 

You turn around to find her standing by the door, heavily making out with a man with longish black hair. 

Clearing your throat you say "you called?" 

Amanda turns around sporting a dopey grin. "There you are, you silly goose. Im going now… so, you have to hitch a ride home on your own.toodles!"

The black haired man just measure you up and down before grinning. "Nice to meet you, beautiful. Until next time" 

Amanda and the mystery man is soon out the door, leaving you there alone. Or not alone, alone. You just dont know a lot of people yet. Huffing, you go to find tequila. 

"So, yeah. Thats my story. You are insanely beautiful by the way. I mean wow. Just wow." You had definitely found tequila, and taken a few shots. 

The redhead you were talking to, Natasha, smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you. You are way too sweet, pretty girl" The last two words said so sweetly that you could taste them on your tongue.She reached up and cupped your face before giving you a kiss - right on the lips. It was short and sweet, but it made you feel all gooey inside. 

"See ya" Natasha walked away, leaving you there alone, with your heart thumping in your chest. 

"Well, well. Who are you?" A dark, melodic voice sounded from behind you. You turned around and looked at the god of a man. 

Tall, muscular, broad shoulders, narrow waist and big hands. A beautiful face with a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones and dark blonde scruff. His eyes were something different. Icy blue as a glacier in sunshine, with specs of greenish blue like the shallow waters of the ocean. His smile made his eyes sparkle.

"um, hi. I mean, I'm Y/N" You blushed, feeling like you had made a fool out of yourself. Your pulse was rushing in your ears and it felt like you had just turned sober,from the embarrassment.Still you extended your hand for him to shake. 

He seemed amused. "Im Thor. Why don't I know you? You are stunning" He took your hand in his,holding it like you were a princess. 

You looked at him in awe. "Me? how about you? Don't you own a mirror, Mr. Price Charming?" Your response seemed to surprise him, confusion showing on his face. You were afraid that you had fucked up, but suddenly his face split into a smile and a hearty laughter filled your ears. 

"You are snappy! I like it!" You laughed to, realief washing over you. 

"so, Skatt, you wanna come play beer pong?" You simply nod and Thor pulls you along outside to play.

Beer pong was so fun, and when paired up with Thor, you won every round. The outside air turned moist and cold, so you all migrated indoors. It was getting late (or early) so it was only the "core" left. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda,Clint, Tony, Bruce, Thor and you. You are seated in the living room, most of you on the verge of sleep. You sat with Thor.

Suddenly you remembered Amanda. "Wow… she really just left me here" you mutter to yourself. The feeling of betrayal sneaks its way in.  

"What was that, Skatt?" Thor's voice is soft and sweet like honey. You turn to look at him,and let out a gasp as you realize that you are so close that you can feel his breath on your face. Staring into his eyes, you feel excitement and lust stirring in your belly. 

"um, well, yeah. I don't know if you remember but I came here with my 'friend' Amanda" Thor hums and wraps his arm over your shoulders and pulls you close. 

"And why is that important, Skatt?" You look at him, squinting your eyes. 

"you know what? It's not important at all." You lean into his embrace and you sit there in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The bad feeling just melts away, like an icecream in sunny weather.

Your voice cut through the silence.

"Thor? You keep calling me 'Skatt'... What does it mean?"

Thor cups your face and leans in. His nose brushes yours and his breath fan over your lips, he's so close - you can almost taste him.

"It means treasure or precious" he whispers before kissing you. 

The kiss is sweet, but quickly turns filthy and lustful. You break the kiss, but stays in Thors embrace.

Thor pulls you into his lap, so you're straddling him. He pulls you closer, making you gasp as you can feel his arousal against your clothed core. 

Possessiveness glisten in his eyes. He whispers in your ear, words that would change your life forever.

"Min Skatt. My treasure. My precious."

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DID U SAY KARAOKE???? I cant stop thinking about Oscar’s look at Lando in that karaoke vid. Imagine meet cute Oscar + wingman Lando at karaoke

Smutty addendums would also be welcome hihi

hi omg okay sorry this took like two days im a mess ive never actually been to karaoke or had a meet cute but i was thinking about himym

Oscar never thought he'd be happy that Lando dragged him out to karaoke, but then she walked up on stage and he couldn't drop the stupid grin from his face. He didn't know the song, but she captured his attention the moment she flipped off the crowd and cursed her friends in the mic for signing her up for it as the first few chords rang out. Despite the initial annoyance on her face, she starts bobbing her head and swaying her hips to the song, tapping the mic to the beat. He wonders if she's some kind of singer, because her voice is the sweetest he's ever heard, and he's been to karaoke in a dozen countries and he's never been enraptured like this. Hell, they have performers for post race celebrations, but the five minute solo she has before the audience rewards her with applause is the best five minutes of his life.

She takes the mic off the stand and dances across the stage during the instrumentals, his eyes locked on her hips when she spins around and shakes them at the crowd, her skirt fanning out around her before she turns back around as the chorus starts over. Lando says something at some point but he doesn't register the teasing remark his teammate makes, too caught up in watching the woman serenade her friends, pointing to their table somewhere behind Oscar's as she belts out the last line. The confidence of her performance seems to fade as soon as the song ends, and she awkwardly places the mic back on the stand and tucks her hair behind her ears as the room erupts in applause and hoots, she mumbles a thanks into the mic before scurrying off the stage.

Oscar can't help but try and follow her through the crowd, but he has trouble finding her sparkly top in the mess of people. He loses her in the crowd despite turning around in his seat to try and keep up with her. He turns back to his teammate, or where his teammate should be, but he's not there. He sinks back into his chair and sighs, resigning himself to being ditched by his friend on another night out. He's scrolling through Instagram reel comments and wondering if he should just leave now, when he hears his teammates sing song-y voice, "Have you met Oscar?" A moment later, the woman from the stage is pushed into the seat Lando was previously occupying, his teammate standing behind her as he grins down at Oscar. He gives him a wink as he raises his glass before promptly turning around and leaving them alone.

Oscar looks back to her, his cheeks pink as he raises his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Oscar. Sorry, he does that."

She grins sheepishly as she takes his hand and says her own name, "It's okay, I don't mind being introduced to pretty boys." His cheeks are burning as he shakes his hand under the table, trying to regain feeling in his fingers.

He doesn't know how to take the compliment, so he praises her back, "You were really good up there."

Her grin widens and she looks back to the stage momentarily before countering, "Thanks, I haven't seen you up there yet, otherwise I'd say the same."

He laughs a little, "Honestly, it's not really my thing, my friend brought me here. I'll need a few more drinks in me before I can get up there." She quirks an eyebrow at him, as if she's accepting that as a challenge.

One hour and three shots later, she has him leaning over her shoulder looking through the songbook as she tries to find a duet they both know. She settles on Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Oscar wishes she had picked anything else, wishes he hadn't exclaimed that he loved that song, because when he's up on stage drunkenly singing the words, he's truly hoping she won't break his heart at the end of the night when he asks if he can see her again.

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

national theatre/donmar warehouse henry v is free for the next few days, so let’s react:

-starting off strong with this quote

-chorus immediately wins my heart

-also i want her outfit

-weird choice to just change words here and there but okay i guess

-i do miss the double meaning of “ciphers” (they replaced it with “actors”)

-chorus is apparently doubling boy

-her little wink at the audience omg

-“sweet caroline party remix” LMAO

-starting off with a scene from 1 henry iv (i think) with bardolph (who is also a woman) instead of poins?

-okay but this sweet caroline remix low key SLAPS

-“boy!” “GIRL!”

-quickly is FINE

-henry iv hal plot speedrun

-okay but that is NOT how hal found out about his dad’s death. he was there!

-love the singers

-poor hal 😭

-funeral crashers!

-also yeah that was NOT how that rejection happened

-also why are you only going to do like five lines of that speech if you’re going to do it. you can spare a couple extra minutes

-this is now the second english history production i’ve seen with the opening of monteverdi’s vespers to the blessed virgin

-the throne is a blue plastic chair lol

-THE ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY HAS A SALIC LAW POWERPOINT I REPEAT HE HAS A SALIC LAW POWERPOINT

-does not feature clip art unfortunately but STILL. OH MY GOD.

-henry is STRUGGLING

-i just need to share exeter’s face

-everyone groaning when the powerpoint continues lmao

-montjoy is also FINE

-gratuitous word changes continue

-everyone starts awkwardly laughing at the tennis balls

-montjoy’s calm side eye at “but this lies all within the will of God” omg

-great tennis balls speech

-oh so that’s where that line went

-chorus/kid is part of a training montage. isn’t the kid supposed to be like 12???

-nym is just Sad (nym is also played by the same actor as montjoy)

-what do y’all have against iceland

-pistol kisses his (arm) guns on “i am armed” lol

-kiddo yells at bardolph in mandarin

-“little body with a mighty heart” yeah that’s you chorus <3

-cambridge and scroop are played as women but still referred to with masculine titles

-british friends: is that a thing now? i’ve noticed it a couple other times too

-also bye bye henry/scroop homoeroticism i guess

-cambridge and scroop are also both very pretty (and i want cambridge’s sweater)

-henry cannot remember grey’s name for the life of him lolol

-cambridge screams “you are destroying this country!” and then tries to attack henry…and then immediately asks for mercy

-weird cut here but okay i guess

-this speech breaks my heart every time

-nym very awkwardly gives quickly a thumbs up before leaving

-okay but why are pistol and quickly low key adorable

-oh honey someone give her a hug please

-off to france!

-ooh they’re doing this scene in french!

-ooh katherine is here! and she’s fighting with her brother! she is politically savvy!

-the dauphin awkwardly greeting exeter in english lolol

-the king is just looking at the dauphin like “what the FUCK did you do”

-the dauphin took that euphemism and ran with it

-the dauphin going “bye bye” omg

-EXETER GOING “AND ENCHANTÉ” BACK AT HIM LMAO

okay i’ve got my own play to get ready for so that’s it for now but rest later, i hope!

[lightwing-s]

Jason is going to get sweeter😭

Thanks for the info! Now I can imagine better the place where Jason lives

About chapter 3:

So the reader knows he's a biker too🧐

I loved when Nessie said the reader was already planning their wedding🤣

SHE CHANGED HER ROUTINE TO AVOID HIM, my heart is breaking at the thought of Jason who was already confused when she left that morning and then hoping to see her at the gym but she's not showing up so he thinks maybe something happened but then another week passed and some days too so he casually asks Roy if he saw her and he says she's still coming to the gym but at another time, okay I'm rambling now😭

<<<“Hello, love. Didn’t let it spill on you this time,”>>> the way I screamed

When her boss asked her if she saw him naked skajsjsj and I've never been so happy to read that a door was open😂

I can't wait for them to finally have a conversation about her fears so Jason can understand her

SHE'S PREGNANT AAAA IT'S HAPPENING (also the song I mentioned a few days ago played in my head when I started reading that part)

I'm very excited for what's about to come!

-🐬

To better help you with Jason's apartment, think of the building where Monica, Rachel, Joey and Chandler live in Friends.

We all know that Gotham is heavily inspired/influenced by NYC, so I always take architectural inspiration from there. I'm not American nor do I have visited, so I will never be able to describe them properly because I don't know much about them besides that they look cool in on tv/movies. 😅

About the chapter notes:

I picture Yn as a somewhat level headed person at times, so since she knows she's going to think about him all the time, she will do what she can to avoid him and avoid thinking more and more about him.

So, yeah, Jason tried to talk to her but she was nowhere to be seen. And when Roy tells him she changed her hours he got super hurt. And hurt often turns into sassiness lol.

Sandra is unhinged. As I said in chapter three, she's Miranda Priestly but if she was nice. You're gonna see more of her and her kindness towards Yn in future chapters.

Now a bit of a spoiler:

The next two chapters will be kinda sad and more angsty (definitely more angsty) than the previous ones. Finding out an unwanted pregnancy is never easy, and some people in Yn's life will only make it worse. One 200 word blurb to whoever guesses who 👀

I'm already at 2k words for chapter four, so it's coming soon.

Again, thanks for the interest and all the sweet messages.

See you soon with chapter iv ♡♥︎

[fcknstar]

,, what i need to do "

harryosborn x gen!reader

a.n : uhhh uhhhh uhh idk how to feel abt this lmaooo

warnings : idk how to uhh specify, jealousy

**lowercase intended**

looking at photographs of you thats pasted around his dorm room, harry couldnt help but sigh. hed broken up with you just due to long distance and couldn't bear knowing how youd stay up late at night to call him, how worried youd be if he doesnt reply on time ; not that you needed him to reply straight away, but at least needed answer within a day or so so youd know hes safe. harry didnt want to carry the burden of making you facing such conditions just for him. this led him to make choices he wished didnt force him.

after breaking up, there was a mutual agreement between you two that it was fine if either of you started talking to someone else, or even start dating. harry swore that his heart wont start swelling at the thought of you at someones side. you looking at another guy the way you used to. the kind of dress you wore for him. whether hes holding onto you so tight.

so, why did it hurt and stun harry after watching your recent instagram story thats filled with pictures of you and another guy. surely you two were just friends, he reassured himself. he had to wait just a few more months to be out of this hellhole and see you, even if it meant as friends.

harry wouldn't admit it ever, but he was sure he was getting obsessed with the idea of you loving him all over again, tryinv his best to relive the moments you shared with him. and he wanted it, even if it meant hurting you and the people around you. he had wrapped his heart around you so tight like an elastic band that if he tried to let go, it would be difficult for him to embed his soul to one like how he had previously embedded his soul into yours.

after finally reaching new york, he realized how there was a new superhero in town who goes by the name of ‘ spiderman ‘ and god oh god does he give people hope. he wished spiderman was there to give him the same hope he gave others. he hoped and prayed to the stars that you and that guy had nothing serious. he really didnt want to but it was as if his heart pulled him, and his legs led him back to your apartment, it being a regular thing where hed come over with a snack, a drink or even a meal to make sure you werent starving.

lifting his fist and landing it on your door, you opened the door not even a second after he had knocked once.

“ oh god- harry? oh my god! “ you looked even more pretty in person, you had really nice layers which shaped your face well, you had a more elegant style then you had the last time he saw you. jumping into his arms, he caught you like a feather.

“ oh god ive missed you- so so much! why didnt you tell me that you were coming back? “ you whispered. its been such a long time youve seen harry. by the looks of it, he had ditched that gel and let his hair roam free. his hair wasnt totally parted by the side, probably in between side and middle parting. he looks the same with sharper features which suited him. it was as if you were looking at an old picture of him.

“ hi (name). ive missed you too. sorry i came here unannounced-”

“ (name) ? who is this? “ a curious voice broke the comfortable yet needed silence that had to sail the boat gently. it was the same guy he saw on your story.

releasing you from his grasp, harry stood at the side as he felt like an intruder.

“ oh theo, this is the guy live been telling you about, harry. “ you offered a smile, walking up towards him while bringing harry to theo.

you told theo about harry? was it good things that shaped the guy he was, like how he was rich and was the son of a ceo who owned a big company, how he was arrogant but liked to spend money like water on whoever? or was it bad things that left you up at night crying, like how hed left you and broke up with you with a pathetic excuse.

" nice to meet you harry! " theo offered a hand to harry and harry accepted out of unwillingness.

harry became bitter instantly but forced a tight smile which you easily recognized. your smile dropping as soon as you realized what was happening.

" you too. i should get going, dont want to.. uh interrupt you guys. " harry was about to walk away when theo suggested that-

" harry can join us for lunch, right (name)? " you didnt want to make it seem like you hated harry all of the sudden but agreed. you knew how harry would act around new guys you met and didnt want it to repeat because you thought that had something good that you ware able to keep for a while.

harry looked pleased with your answer and followed you and theo to the cafe down the block. you and harry caught up with theo who seemed like he was enjoying the interaction you both had. theo was there when harry broke up with you and comforted you throughout, while not picking sides because he knew better. and you loved theo for that. although you still had feelings for harry the same way he still had feelings for you, you didnt want to ruin the spark you felt with theo. you saw harry in theo but less of a rich city boy. theo was hardworking due to growing in a poor family but persevereed until he found himself at a well paying job that allowed him to treat you whenever without forgetting to send money to his very own family. harry on the other hand was hardworking despite growing up in a rich family and was able to have everything he wanted. but having no one to be around for him or even get him gifts he found interests in, he would spend his money spending time with you and even buy you gifts hed know youd definitely like. you just didnt know who to choose, the two boys had great qualities but would be unfair to theo considering he may start seeing you as someone who values money more than love even though you pushed theos offers of getting you something.

" ill go pay first, you two talk or something. " you sighed contently after eating you desert.

both boys nodding at your instruction.

" so.. (name).. you like her? " harry smiled welcomingly, his calm expression masking his jealousy.

" you like her dont you? " a tinge of jealousy breaking through his question and his eyebrow rose.

" woah no i dont, i have well moved on, theo. i was just asking because im curious. besides you two look like a good pair dont you think? " harry laughed while turning around to have a glance at you, where you waited patiently to get in the front of the line.

" i don't know.. i dont want it to be a one person thing you know? im afraid that she cant let go of the past or something. " theo sent a sad smile. harry took it to his advantage.

" well, she is hot. not only that but shes like the definition of heaven on earth, shes kind and sweet. we compliment each other and it was really thoughtful that you were here for her when i werent. youve done.. a good job. but i can do better. "

theo was speechless, he didnt know what to think and had his mouth apart slightly. his eyes darkening before smiling innocently.

when you came back, you noticed theo frozen in his thoughts, trapped in his own world.

" theo, you alright? " you were going to place a hand on his shoulder to shake him but harrys voice stopped you, his eyes focused on you hand which neared theos shoulder.

" hes alright. we were just talking and he remembered that he needed to meet him mother urgently, but he didnt know how to break the news to you. " harry pouted, eyes glaring at theo.

" oh right yea- "

" what? i thought you said that today was the only free day you had? and that your mom was going to your grandmas? " your shoulders slumped.

" yea but my mom needs me and you know i cant deny her. ill make it up to you! " theos last statement made harry snap his neck towards him. it was obvious that harry was starting to get angry, but tried to calm himself down when he tried to conclude theos next move.

theo then scrambled to find his wallet, pulling a couple of bucks to repay you. before you could even answer, theo dashed out of the cafe leaving you and harry alone. alone at last.