#bc i'm trying to warn for stuff but never knew exactly what to warn or how to word it haha

[mattyriddlesbitch]

a steamy enemies mattheo fic w you as the shy yet stern tutor and he keeps messing w you. maybe at the end after he passes his exams you try to stop the meetings by saying he doesn’t need a tutor anymore and he gets mad/the jealousy trope 🤤😈🛼 also what if there’s a scene where you go to a ‘dangerous’ party w the wrong crowd and he catches you there and gets mad bc he doesn’t want u around those people

I hope this works! So sorry this took so long!

Tutor

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: kissing, cussing

You and Mattheo never got along. Everyone knew that too. Insults and snarky comments were thrown at each other all the time.

So it was infuriating when McGonagall said you were his new tutor since he was struggling with some classes. You tried to get out of it, switch with another tutor, but she just said that everyone's already set up with another student and she can't change it.

Tutoring sessions were brutal. He always messed with you. Always tried getting off topic. Even jokingly flirting with you to try to derail your lesson. But you were determined to get him to study and tutor him enough to pass so you could stop these sessions. 

“How about every answer I get right, you give me a kiss?” He smiled at you.

“In your dreams, Riddle.” You rolled your eyes, but felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “Can you just focus?”

He finally just started passing his classes, his homework and test scores soaring  enough to make him start passing classes. McGonagall said you didn't have to tutor him anymore, but she recommended you did since your own scores were going up as well as you tutored him. You had enough of Mattheo and told him you weren't going to be tutoring him anymore during your last tutoring session, showing him the tricks you learned for studying and retaining information.

Oh, he was mad. He never really hated you. He liked you and never knew how to express his feelings so he became mean to you instead. He was a dumb kid when he decided that and didn't know how to change it and make you like him, even as a friend. These tutoring sessions were making his feelings grow. He thought it'd be a perfect time to find out more about you, asking you questions about yourself, trying to change the topic to something more fun to hear you talk about something other than school, even flirting with you to try to change your view of him and see if he could fluster you.

So when you told him that you were done with tutoring him, he was upset. Moreso at himself than you. He was upset that he didn't seem to get you to change your view of him. He was upset he tried so hard, he passed enough to not need you to tutor him anymore. He was upset that he decided to be an ass to you at the beginning of your relationship so you'd always have a bad view of him.

“What do you mean you're not tutoring me anymore?” He frowned as he sat across from you in the library.

“I mean exactly that. You're doing well enough to not need one anymore.” You shrugged.

“I'm only doing this well because of you.”

“I'm showing you how I study so you can keep doing this well. You don't need me.”

He wanted to say he does need you. Merlin, he wanted to. He wanted to see how you'd react. He even wanted to see you get all smug and tease him about needing you, but he bit his tongue.

Truth was, he really didn't need your help. He knew this stuff enough to pass with flying colors. He just never applied himself. But he thought if he did start passing because of you, you'd be impressed and happy he did so well because of you. He felt like he lost his chance to win you over once he saw you leaving the library after your last tutoring session.

Your friend invited you to a party she'd been invited to, saying it'll be fun and to think of it as celebrating successfully tutoring Mattheo and being done with him. You were reluctant but finally agreed, deciding it'd be fun to relax and let loose.

You arrived with your friend, who let you borrow one of her short dresses and a pair of heels. You both drank and danced until she was eventually pulled away by one of the guys there, leaving you alone. You were slightly tipsy, just enough to make you relaxed and slightly dizzy.

A guy approached you, you recognized him enough to know he was in Slytherin, but you never learned his name. He was about to say something when an arm wrapped around your waist from beside you.

“Hey, princess. Hope you weren't waiting on me for too long.” You recognized the voice as Mattheo and turned your head to see him smiling at you.

“What-”

“You seem a bit tired. How about we go sit down?” Something in his voice and smile was off. You nodded and he guided you away from the crowd and down a secluded hallway. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he moved to stand in front of you.

“My friend invited me.” You frowned.

“And she left you alone?” He matched your frown.

“Some guy took her to dance.”

“You're kidding. This isn't safe for you.”

“What? Why?” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Doesn't matter. I'll get you back to your dorm.” He said, trying to turn you back around to lead you away.

“No, tell me. If I'm in danger, then I should know why.” You said, resisting him.

He sighed, looking down the hallway before looking back at you, talking quietly. “This is for purebloods and Death Eaters, something you shouldn't get involved with. So, let me get you out of here before something happens to you.” He said, trying to guide you again and you let him this time.

“What are you doing here then?” You questioned, now sobered up from this conversation.

“My father. What do you think, Ms Know-It-All?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“No need to be mean.” You frowned. There was a pause as he led you out of the party and started the way to your dorm. “Why are you helping me anyways?”

“I don't hate you, you know?” He said and you turned your head to look at him again.

“You don't?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No. I never have. I'm just…” He paused trying to find the right words and you stopped walking, turning to face him as he stopped too. “I'm not good at…words-at expressing myself. I don't do well with feelings and emotions.” He sighed, looking down.

“Okay.” You spoke quietly. “So…what do you actually mean then, if you don't hate me?”

“What I mean is that…” He looked back up to meet your eyes. “I mean, I don't hate you, I…” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out another sigh. “Fuck it.” He muttered before grabbing your face gently and pressing his lips against yours. He pulled back after a few seconds, noticing your surprised expression as you still tried grasping what just happened. “Did that make sense?” He asked, hands still cupping your face.

“Um, I think so.” You said, still a little dazed.

“Let's get you back to your dorm. Maybe it'll give you time to figure it out.” He said, a small smirk playing on his lips now as he moved a hand back to your waist and started guiding you again.

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Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 1 - Moving out

Word Count: 1.2K

summary: time for Noa to get out of her apartment, with the assistance of Mr Christopher Dixon

Warnings: extremely mild angst / sad undertones

noamurphy

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noamurphy no bc why is packing the worst

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chrismd10 you haven’t finished packing?

⮑ noamurphy perhaps not

arthurtv you’re moving in an hour you do realise?

⮑ noamurphy yes very aware thank you. and it’s more like in five minutes and not 1 hour

⮑ arthurtv so stop replying and get packing

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⮑ noamurphy never they’re too messy x

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⮑ glambyflo god i can't wait for you to be here xx

⮑ noamurphy can't wait to see you!!

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⮑ fan3 please!!! just having her occasionally appear in Chris’ videos isn’t enough

gkbarry_ everyone shut up my girl is moving to London

⮑ noamurphy all for you babe x

maxbalegde I need to meet you immediately as soon as you’ve moved in

⮑ noamurphy consider it done x

Noa felt on the verge of crying. On the one hand, she knew this was exactly what she wanted, moving out of her cramped apartment and away from her tormenting job, to a significantly better apartment and a small position at her dream architecture firm. Still, it was all very terrifying.

The move from Jersey to Edinburgh for university was hard enough, followed by a slightly rushed decision to do a masters in Cambridge meant that Noa never really felt settled wherever she went. So, when an apartment in the same building in which her childhood friends Arthur and Chris lived became available, she jumped at the chance. It wasn’t that her apartment was bad, it just didn’t feel like home - as hard as she tried, her room felt more like a dorm and office rolled into one, with plans and building ideas scattered around.

She rubbed her face, trying to stave of the feelings of exhaustion as more books were piled into one of the many half filled moving boxes. Regretting the four hours of sleep the night before, Noa reached to the side to grab her can of Monster, cursing when she found it empty.

"Knock knock! It's you're favourite person!" a voice called in the hallway, followed by the small pitter-patter of hobbit feet.

Noa rolled her eyes and stood up, grimacing at how her joints cracked as she stretched. "Either Arthur has dramatically shrunk, or something isn't right here."

Chris chuckled as he pulled Noa in for a hug, his eyebrows raising as he took in her state. "I see you've had an ample amount of sleep."

She chuckled, turning away from him to start closing the lids on the packing boxes. "You know I thrive off practically no sleep. That's how I did A Levels. And most of university." Noa shrugged.

"I'm aware. So how much packing have you got left to do? Because I'd preferably want to be on the road before it gets too busy." Chris asked, nervously glancing at his watch.

"Calm your tits Dixie we’ll be fine.” Noa grinned, walking into her cardboard box of a bedroom to grab her last couple of things. “But thank you though, I appreciate the help.”

Chris smiled, as he began stacking boxes in the hallway. “You’re welcome Noa, plus now that we’re living in the same building, I can just borrow all your stuff. And your food.”

“I thought the four of you were good at cooking? At least, when you have the right utensils and ingredients.”

“You weren’t the one who had to try those pizzas.” Chris shivered, trying to suppress the memories. “So it’s just these boxes yeah?”

“Sure is!” Noa called, emerging from the bedroom with a backpack and duffel bag. “One of the pros of renting a furnished place, don’t have to move all the furniture when you leave.”

“Are you gonna miss it?”

“Jesus no the mattress was horrible.”

“Not the furniture you idiot, the place in general.”

Noa shrugged as she did one last sweep of the kitchen, checking that she hadn’t left anything behind. “It was nice, but it just felt like the right time to move on.”

Chris nodded, picking up one of the lighter looking boxes, helping Noa ferry them into the hall.

As he grabbed the last box from the living room, curiosity got the better of him and he had a quick peek inside (Noa had written a note on the box telling him to specifically not look). His heart tightened at the sight of the blue football boots inside, mud streaks and grass stains still evident across soles and laces. The leather was deeply creased and the colour was worn around the eyelets of the laces, they used to be used frequently, but the small layer of dust that had collected on them proved that they’d been hidden away for a while.

Rifling around in the box more, he found the matching shin pads, as well as a collection of dog eared photos. Chris smiled fondly, holding the Polaroid up to the light so he could clearing see the people in the image.

It was himself, Noa and Arthur as kids - all grinning at each other. Noa’s hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which was once probably neat, but in the moment it was a mess, flyaways everywhere and her baby hairs sticking to her forehead. Arthur and Chris looked significantly younger, baby faces prominent, with a definitive lack of facial hair. Chris felt his eyes water with emotion, remembering the ecstasy of the moment. Even as an adult, the unbridled joy of seeing someone you cared for win their football league was contagious.

Though he couldn’t help but sigh sadly, knowing how much everything had changed.

“Christopher! I specifically wrote a note on that box for you not to rummage through that!” Noa sighed, taking it from his hands and repacking it quickly.

“Why not?”

“Because you’d get all like…this.” She replied, gesturing her arms up and down at him.

“You just gestured to all of me.” Chris said indignantly, screwing his face up in confusion.

“I’m aware.” Noa answered, pulling the front door open with a grunt, pushing some boxes with her left foot to hold it open. “Now let’s get this show on the road yeah?”

“You’re not even gonna acknowledge it?”

“Acknowledge what Chris?”

“Don’t do this Noa, c’mon.” He sighed, moving to block her view of the boxes that she was busying herself with. “You’ve still got those boots.”

“Sure do.” She replied shortly, piling a small valuables box on top of one marked ‘kitchen - don’t drop’. “Got all my football stuff in there.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Noa huffed. “What’s left to talk about? We’ve talked about it many times, I think we’ve covered everything. And it was five years ago Chris.”

Chris raised his eyebrows, not convinced. “Okay, okay, but if you want to talk, me and Arthur are here.”

“Very aware of that, thanks.”

author speaks: welcome to the first proper chapter! Hope you enjoyed it :)

[pawpupster]

Kit

Back at it again y'all. Um, this one is literally so self indulgent. That's beside the point though. I'm not trying to make it fit into any movie or existing timeline and once again I'm just making stuff up bc I can. Anyway...

Paternal Logan x child!gn!reader

Summary: Young Y/N finds their way to the mansion after long travels. Once there, Charles quickly sends Logan to bond with them because they were derived from his DNA.

warnings: nothing to worry about if you watch X-men anyway.

Kit

Y/N wandered down a long path, utilizing their nose to lead them in the right direction. They knew they looked suspicious. I mean really, how many kids go around covered in blood? Not many, and if they do it's not long until they’re picked up and questioned. 

Y/N couldn't risk that though, they knew what would happen if humans saw the claws coming from their knuckles. That's why they needed to follow this scent. Y/N had been trekking the woods after escaping their parents basement for days now. No real direction or plan. Just thankful they were away from that personal hell... and that their mutation let them eat raw meat. Too many squirrels were eaten in the past few days.

It was day 16 that the wind brought along the scent of fellow mutants. Y/N was all too knowing of exactly what a mutant smelled like. I mean, you spend enough time locked up with nothing but your own senses and you pick apart what you can, in this case, your own scent. 

All the better at the end of the day though. Nothing could be worse than what they came from. Y/N just hoped they wouldn’t judge them too greatly for killing their torturer. 

A mass amount of mutants like the one Y/N could smell would either be helpful or harmful. They were confident they could hold their own enough to escape again if things took a turn for the worse, but they were banking on this group being helpful. As Y/N neared, they could begin to hear the sounds of laughter, definitely a good sign. 

Finally around the bend, Y/N was surprised to be greeted with a voice in their head. 

“Hello, young one. My name is Charles Xavier, what brings you here?”

Y/N was freaked out to say the least. Their body kicked back into flight or fight mode and they swore they could feel their muscles tighten to their adamantium bones. They didn’t know how to answer the question. Shouldn't it be obvious they wanted to be with those like them? Plus, who was this Charles to think he could crawl into people's heads without permission?

“You raise a good point, I apologize. You seem to be in a pretty rough shape. Please, let us assist you,” Came the kind voice in their head once again.

Unwillingly, Y/N began to find comfort in that voice. As they stared at the looming building, Y/N could only think of how unkind their father was. 

They doubted that this ‘Charles’ would infuse a woman's growing fetus with the last remains of the weapon x’s experiment’s DNA. Much less to then keep that child locked in his basement after it killed his wife by birth, though, staring at the mansion Y/N could admit its basement probably wasn’t as bad as the one they were in. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Y/N was once again interrupted in their own head, "we are just the place for you. I promise. You’ll never have to suffer like that again.”

Y/N looked back up at the mansion when they heard the great doors open. Out came a gruff looking man. Y/N was set on edge again as the man began making his way towards them at a quick pace. 

Scrambling backwards, Y/N ended up tripping and attempted to use their hands to catch themselves. This only resulted in them stabbing themselves in the thighs upon their landing. The scent of their own fresh blood flooding their nose is what sent Y/N into a true frenzy. 

Tears began to pour and growls rumbled in their throat as they once again were shocked with the voice of Charles in their head, “Do not fret Y/N, this is Logan. I believe you’ll find him to be most helpful at the moment.”

Remembering the gruff man once again, Y/N jerked their head up to find that the man had stopped a few paces from their position on the ground and was staring intently at the claws embedded in their thighs. 

“Hey bub, Charles” the man - Logan, they remembered - began hesitantly, looking up to see if Y/N was listening, “sent me to bring you in. He’s under the assumption you're some sort of backasswards offspring of mine.” Logan cocked an eyebrow at Y/N as he released his own claws from his knuckles, only to pull them back in after Y/N’s eyes flashed with recognition. 

They were shocked to hear gentle rumbles coming from the man. It was soothing. Y/N found themself starting to hiccup instead of sob, and their own growls lessened into small mewls. 

“Oh kit,” Logan started advancing again. Once near enough, he kneeled down and sat back on his heels, “let’s get those out of your legs and then we'll work on cleaning you up, okay?”

As the man began reaching towards them, Y/N flinched away and wrenched their claws out of their thighs to hold defensively before them. 

“Don’t hurt me, please! I’m sorry for coming. I didn’t mean to kill them I promise! I just wanted it to stop, please don’t hurt me,” Y/N desperately cried, eyes looking to their quickly healing thighs, hoping with everything in them that this man wouldn’t impale them with his own metal claws. 

“Kit, I’m not goin’ to hurt ya, and I’m certainly not gonna be the one to tell you off for doing whatever ya could to get out of what looks to be a tough situation. Lemme get you inside, allright. Inta a nice warm bath and some better clothes than these rags. How’s that sound?” The man spoke very gently, still with that kind rumble in his chest. 

Y/N looked up at him again when he gently grabbed their wrists to lower their claws. Y/N watched as he began to gently rub the pads of his thumbs over the inside of their wrists. Y/N was confused at first, until they watched as their claws retreated back into their forearms when Logan hit a particular muscle. They tried their best to not let the pain of the movement show, but they were sure Logan heard their small hiss and the smell of distress spike.

Making eye contact again, Logan reached out to grab Y/N under their arms. Overwhelmed with all that's happened over the last few weeks and especially the last fifteen minutes, Y/N’s body decided it was the best course of action to shift into their wolverine form… to the shock of Logan, Charles (who was viewing from Logans head), and the students out on the lawn who had been watching the interaction from a distance.

Logan could hear the students begin to murmur about the kit having a true animal form, and he even heard one brave kid question if Logan could do the same (he couldn't), but his main focus right now was making sure Y/N was taken care of. 

Carefully cradling the small wolverine to his chest, Logan made sure to keep up his gentle purrs as he made his way into the mansion. He was amazed by how quick a pack-like bond was forming between him and this kit. 

Stood in the foyer, Logan contemplated heading straight to Hank, but ultimately decided a bath would be of better use, especially when he knew any injuries have already healed.

With that in mind, he made his way up to his room. Nodding to the kids he passed in the hall, Logan made sure to keep Y/N out of their view and to glare at anyone close enough to hear his purrs.

Entering his room, Logan gently closed his door and then made his way into his bathroom. He gently set the small wolverine on his counter and began to fill his sink with warm water, all the while pressing a soothing hand over Y/N’s back.

“Don’t worry, we can do a bath just like this if you’d prefer,” Logan told Y/N when he noticed their beady eyes looking up at him. Instantly the kit relaxed under his hands and laid still while watching Logan gather a towel and his 2-in-1 from the shower. 

Once the sink was filled with sufficiently warm water, Logan picked up the kit and let them soak, gently petting the fur on the top of their head before cupping some water and wetting their head, being sure to wipe any from their eyes. 

Squeezing some shampoo into his palm, Logan made sure to scrub everywhere as efficiently as possible. It quickly became apparent that a second fill of water and scrub would be necessary. 

Midway through the sink filling for the second time, Logan heard Jean's voice in his head, “Is it alright if I come in? I promise I only have a spare change of clothes for the child and I’ll just set them on your bed, okay?”

Sending back an affirmative to her presence in his head, Logan made sure to keep a calming hold on the kit when they heard his door open with Jean’s scent rolling under the bathroom door and then close again as she left. 

���It’s all good, Y/N. Let’s get you finished here and into those clothes,” Logan said as he picked up the shampoo once again. 

After the water was running clean off the wolverines fur, Logan picked them up once again and wrapped them in a towel. 

“I’ll go grab you clothes and leave you to change,” Logan set Y/N on the ground once dry and went to grab the clothes Jean left. Going back into the bathroom with them, Logan made sure to warn, “these are just the school merch, so they smell a little starchy and dusty. Don’t worry, we’ll get you some new clothes soon enough.” With that, Logan left the room to give his kit some privacy. 

Y/N had no idea why this man was being so kind. Obviously he was like them, but they still didn’t expect this much care. Y/N can’t remember ever having hot water at their disposal, but Logan made it seem like they’d be getting that and so much more if they stayed here. Feeling calm enough to change back into their human form, Y/N quickly shed their old dirty clothes. Dressing into the sweats was easy enough, though they weren't sure how to keep them on, the pants kept slipping past their waist. 

Holding them up, Y/N stepped out of the bathroom and found Logan sitting on what they presumed to be his bed waiting for them. 

“Oh kit, c’mere,” Logan said as he realized they probably hadn’t had the comfort of sweatpants before. 

Slowly walking toward the man, Y/N was shocked when he gently tugged the string around their waist. At first Y/N thought he was going to tie them up somehow, but quickly realized he was just making a normal bow and their pants now fit. Y/N stared with wide eyes at Logan who only smiled in return. 

“C’mon, you can do with a nap, you look like yer about to drop,” Logan said as he stood from the bed. He pulled back the covers and began to make that rumbling noise Y/N liked so much again. 

Watching the man to make sure he wasn’t going to change his mind, Y/N crawled up into the bed and let themself be tucked in. It was then that they realized they had their own nice rumbly noise coming from their chest too. 

Y/N watched with hazy eyes as Logan made his way to a chair in the corner of the room. The final thing they saw before succumbing to sleep was him opening to marked page in a book. 

Logan couldn’t hold back his smile no matter how hard he tried to. The kit was too adorable when swamped in the logo-ed hoodie and sweatpants and absolutely swimming in his massive bed. Hopefully after a good sleep Y/N would be okay to see Hank and the Professor, but for right now, Logan was gonna let them sleep as long as they needed to. 

[whole-bunch-of-hcs]

Teddy Lobo Arranged Marriage

HCs plus a blurb/shortfic at the end, there is nsft content so be warned. Request by @ghnaim24

Teddy doesn't like being told what to do

At all

And he doesn't like feeling cornered or controlled. This is not a man who handles responsibility well or even willingly tbh

But he agreed to this bc it's not like he can refuse if he wants to inherit (which he does) and it's not like this will have all the rules a 'real' marriage does so who cares. Just another way to stay on top

Plus you're an only child and a woman so this gives him a leg up over Mandy- this is something he can do for the Lobos that she can't (yeah he's exactly that petty)

So he doesn't really have any set idea of what you'll be like in his head and doesn't care cause at this point you are a concept to him- a means to an end.

Then he actually meets you. The shy act is kinda cute but come on you're a mafia boss' kid, you've gotta be holding out on him

Except you're not. What he sees is what he gets with you. For a while he's not sure what to make of it bc no one in his world is like you.

Eventually he decides he's on board and wants to make this arrangement actually work bc it's one thing to be married but it's another to enjoy it and he doesn't want a miserable wife right?

(Kinda in denial sure but he's got the right idea)

He takes you out with him and tries to keep you away from all the nitty-gritty. He gets it in his head that you're all sheltered and shit and the reality of this life (that you have also been leading since way before he knew you) would damage you.

Gets on his guys' asses for doing uncouth shit when you're around and everything it's sweet but dude. Come on.

Absolutely FLINGS money your way. You don't even need it but you're never paying for anything ever again. He'll actively encourage, no demand, that you get more and more expensive taste.

His mother likes this less than he does but he's used to her being mad at him

Speaking of which, your gentle and shy nature taps into a more vulnerable side of him so you're about to hear shit he has told NO ONE before

Your wedding is going to be more extravagant than certain royal weddings have been. It's practically a multi-day affair. It is the epitome of ostentatious and why shouldn't it be? Two mafia families are marrying and more importantly he is marrying you. That's worth some serious celebration.

Nsft-wise... boy does he have a lot going on

Furthest thing from a virgin like. Ever. Man was a SLUT all the way up until he met you and he has the experiences to prove it

Good thing: means he knows what he's doing. Bad thing: he has a skewed idea of what normal is

He'll be willing to try anything and everything you like and he is EAGER to show you stuff you might not have even known about

You will be discovering at least one new kink cause of him

He's a switch too so he can really adapt to whatever you want from him

Prefers filling a specific role though, when in a relationship. Likes the stability of knowing his place cause he's dorky like that

Has nipple piercings idk why I'm so sure of this but he does

If he's a dom he is NOT very gentle and if you need him to slow down or ease up you gotta tell him that.

He likes it when you're demanding, when you tell him what you need, when you make him almost wonder who's really in charge (but he is HAPPY to remind you)

If he's a sub you better not be gentle with him. He's a hardcore masochist and he promises he can take it (he has no pain tolerance he just likes pain a lot for some reason bc he's a freak)

He will tell you exactly what he needs too so don't ever worry that you're not fulfilling his needs.

"What're you eyeing, babe? What's good?" Teddy asked. He needed to know so he could tell the waitress, and he'd probably bribe her with absolutely no subtlety to make sure a few other tables were put on the back burner so you could get it sooner.

"I dunno," you answered. "The seafood boil looks really good but it's fifty dollars, Teddy, that's insane. I'm not paying fifty dollars for bugs that live in the ocean."

"Well you're not paying for anything so it doesn't matter," Teddy said. Immediately he wondered if that sounded like he was taking a dig at you. You didn't seem to think so though so maybe he did good? If you did that cute little nose-exhale and reached up to play with the necklace he got you he'd know he won.

You did. I'm an actual good boyfriend now, holy shit, he thought.

"Fine," you said. "Fifty dollars for a lobster and some crab legs."

"What, that's it?" Teddy asked. "Get the upgrade that's got like oysters and sh-all that."

"Teddy that's fifty-seven dollars, that's insane."

"So am I, babe!" He laughed. He had a nice laugh, you thought, when he wasn't playing it up for some reason.

"Yo, Teddy, your mom's calling," one of Teddy's "boys" said, running over, phone in hand. "Wants to talk about the patrols in the French Quarter. 'Pparently one of the beat cops 'round that joint forgot he likes money so she wants you to get a guy out there and-"

Teddy waved his hands frantically. "Hey, hey- not in front of her, man, are you fuckin' stupid?" He grabbed for the phone. "Hey, Mom, I'm out with y/n right now-"

He got up, leaned over to plant a kiss on your cheek and slap some money down on the table. "Go ahead and get a little tequila, the top shelf stuff that doesn't give you a hangover, while you're at it, and- hey, Scraps, if I'm not back when the waitress comes you tell her my girl wants the deluxe seafood boil and we don't care how much it costs, yeah?"

He was adorable, as far as crime-boss nepo-babies went.

[thefuseoftemptation]

maybe for the lost boys you could do how they’d teach y/n how to drive? maybe headcannons

oh, OH.

THE LOST BOYS X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, the use of y/n (just bc I know some of us prefer when it’s not used so here’s a warning) I typed this out in under half an hour so if there’re typos, then you know why. NOT PROOFREAD.

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they'll be teasing you for not knowing how.

Whether you just ask one of them or you go to all of them, they'll show you, but they'll show you their way.

and let's just get it out there, Dwayne is the one to go to when it comes to learning.

He's also the one who's got more of a understanding when it comes to rules.

you ask Marko or Paul? you might as well be making your own bed, man.

And David? I mean sure, but c'mon, think about it, it's David.

and there's many scenerios at which this could go too so-

but I'll put how each of them would be and then the further we go, I'll put how it'll be if all of them were showing you at the same time....which is never something to be heard in the same sentence.

David

let's say for the scenerio w David, while he (or more so all the boys) knew you didn't know how to drive, you still went to one of the others and asked if they could teach you.

and while he never showed it, why were you asking them and not him?

like the guy would legit be taken back (but not show it) that you had gone to Paul to teach you

Paul? Really?!!

but let's be for real, asking David to teach you to drive is like asking your parent.....if y'know, Y'KNOW

you may as well have not gone to the boys in the first place if if this were case

if anything, he more likely makes you come to him rather you go to him on your own terms.

for this, he probably told the boys to step back just so you could go up to him later on

"David..."

"We'll start in a few."

He more likely tells you how to go about driving rather than show you.....if that makes sense.

Like he'll sit back, stare ahead and just tell you what to do rather than being more hands on and guiding you through every step

which is very very annoying bc you need a little more than that, David

Though he is one of the boys to tell you about safety and all that stuff everyone talks about

you get behind the wheel? you better have that goddamn seatbelt on. even though he himself doesn't have it on.

while he never outwardly shows his concern, it's there. so you get in and try putting the keys in before your seatbelt's on? He's going to tell you something.

"Unless your looking to be head first through that windshield, I suggest you put your seatbelt on. Or I could just turn you now and we won't to worry about that...."

Hence you putting your seatbelt on while giving him a side eye.

expect to have a few alot of disagreements about standard procedures/rules when it comes to being on the road

"I'm not going to go, David. I don't have the right away!"

"Y/N asked me to teach you, so I'm teaching you. So turn."

"I did not ask you!" you did, but he wasn't your go to.

or

"Stay to your side."

"I am on my side."

"No, your steering into this lane."

"I'm in my own goddamn lane!"

cue you swerving bc you were in fact, in the said lane he'd been referring to.

"Told you."

and though you hadn't been looking forward to it, David isn't all that bad at teaching you.

Dwayne

he's the go to.

Dwayne is the go to when it comes to certain things, and in this case, it's driving.

he's even the go to when your riding with them. while you like taking turns between all your boys sometimes, not dying, is preferred.

plus, when you ride with Dwayne, it gives you the opportunity to feel his exposed torso.

the guy is shirtless all the time, what do you expect? only someone in the right mind would think the same thing

and like David, he will tell you to put your seatbelt on. but it's more of a reminder than telling.

He'll probably put his on himself

Even if he isn't exactly the most ideal example since he and the boys are always breaking rules, being on the road isn't excluded. He speeds and cuts others off just as much as they do, he just doesn't do it as often as them. He still wants to make sure he can be an example when you're around at least.

afterall you're just a mere person. you're not like them....yet.

and though he isn't much of a talker, he'll be one when it comes to this

you're sure this is the most he's spoken in the time you've known each other.

Dwayne is very hands on when it comes to this, and is nothing like David when it comes to telling you when you're doing something you're not supposed to or when your lacking in a certain department.

it's definitely his tone, man.

"just keep the wheel still, you're steering into this lane a little...."

and it's in the lowest voice ever, almost in a whisper before he gently guides your hands to steady the wheel.

you learn a lot with him in one session than you do with the others in one week.

Paul

m'sorry but anyone in their right mind shouldn't be going to a guy like Paul when it comes to teaching you how to drive.

It's Paul.

that should be enough of an explanation in itself.

but to be real, he's probably not that bad of a teacher.

sure, when you'd asked him something, he didn't even know the answer to, he at least learned it with you as you went. even if it may have almost got you guys hit and possibly even broken a law, at least you guys knew.....now.

just don't tell David or Dwayne. they'll have his head.

he's very laid back when it comes to anything, this isn't excluded.

like Dwayne, in a way, he sort of just reminds you, when he’s not forgetting himself.

he doesn't tell you like David would, he just sort of waves it off or shrugs when you make a mistake like hit the curb.

it's comforting yet concerning bc man, this is safety and I shouldn't be hitting the curb to begin with.

it's one thing when he was showing you how to ride his bike, not that it's ever come to you using it or any of them (he was just simply showing you), but it's a whole other thing with him showing you how to drive a vehicle.

the boys attention goes from one thing to another.

one moment he's telling you where to go and the next, he's asking what button does what before pressing it or even pressing on the horn.

"Paul, would you stop that!" you say for the umpteenth time.

"Fine." cue him turning up the volume to the a radio before going on to press something else.

let's just say it's too much with him sitting next to you sometimes.

Marko

it's an uncetainty w this one bc you're not sure how he's going to be or what he'll say to you during the time.

you've seen how he is on his bike alone so you weren't sure why you were questioning yourself when you asked him....

out of all the boys, Marko is the one whose temper doesn't last

I'm saying that in "you keep asking or making him repeat the same question/answers, it’ll set him off," sort of way but also in a "if someone pulls some nonsense on you while your driving, that's it," sort of way.

he doesn't put up with that in general much less, on the road, what makes you think he's going to tolerate it when your in the vehicle with him?!

And put you being behind the wheel and someone cuts you off or honks bc you're going too slow (you're learning), he's going to be pushing on that horn so quick.

not to mention sticking his head out the window to cuss the person out

let's just say you had to press on the pedal more than once when he told you to pull over so he could let them have it.

It never meant that. it always ends up w someone else on a missing flyer

sometimes it's over little stuff too

like if it was your fault, he'll still argue that they were the cause

"Marko, it wasn't even them, I mean I was-"

"They should know though! It's just basic common sense!"

"How is it basic common sense when they don't know it's my first time on the road and I'm still learning? It's not like there's a sign they could see that tells them 'hey, I'm new, go easy!'

"Still!"

He gets annoyed that you defend someone else over something you did.

He's not a bad teacher per say, he's just one you prefer not having on the road especially when you're still new to it all.

all of them

m'sorry but make your bed already. there's no way of you making out of there

it's one thing to go to one of them and ask but to have all of them in the same space with you, and on the road for god sakes!

let's be real though, in this scenerio you probably did go to one of them and then the rest just took it upon themselves to come

or

it could be that you already got your license and are taking them for a ride

again, make your bed. why would you even think of that?

back to where I was though

they're all in that car with you, it's going to be a lot.

David is going to be in the front. no matter what.

Paul didn’t just get a foot to his behind for nothing

the rest of the boys are in the back, if there's even room for them back there

you got three out of four there, two of which are tall, there's going to have to be some leg space

I see it like this, Dwayne and Marko probably take to the sides, by the windows, while Paul is seated in the middle

it becomes too much bc let's face it, you got four boys in the car with you. four boys....think about that.

it's only when David finally says something that they sit down

and god, you really wished he would've said something sooner if it got them like this

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[sourbinnie]

title -> take me back (take me back literally) genre -> angst (oh my god, is that all i write) + hopeful ending plot ->  your relationship fell apart with minho but he still remembers everything about you, especially that one trip to monaco. warnings -> minho sometimes curses a bit too much + implied sexual content (one unholy night that's it but no explicit stuff) pair -> ex!minho x gn!reader words -> 1572 lowercase intended a/n -> this one's kinda bad but eh, i wanted to publish it anyways bc this song is my boo

las luces, las noches que fuimos de bares las vez que peleamos y perdiste las llaves se extraña todo lo que fue tenerte haría todo por volver a verte mirar tus ojos y esta vez perderme

monaco / lagos & danny ocean

every time i thought about them it was as if flashbacks came rushing through me. the wind hitting me in the face, the bright sunny day, the music that the radio played, the long car drives that never ended, everything felt too familiar yet so distant. as if you were nothing but a lost memory that i left on a vacation in monaco.

if i told anyone why we split up, they wouldn't believe me. 

everyone would say that we were the perfect couple, the combination that came once in a lifetime and then you stayed with that special someone till the end of time. i beg to differ that we weren't perfect at all, we just showed a version of ourselves in front of people and in the more intimate moments everything would collapse slowly. it wasn't toxic but it wasn't healthy either. yet if i knew that what we had wasn't good, why am i missing you so much? why do i wake up everyday wishing you were by my side? why do i want our first vacation back in monaco to grace me back? just let me repeat it one more time before i go to sleep and keep dreaming of you.

why do i keep saying this place? this country? 'cause i know what we had was special. i know that what we lived there was out of this world even if it was my vacation with the boys and i brought you along, and literally everyone called me a simp, i did not care. 

we explored so much, drank way too much and did unholy things but i wouldn't change that for the world. you taking my hand as the sunshine would reflect our shadows on the pavement. you bringing me closer and giving me the sweetest kiss for the world to see. you saying that you didn't wanna leave, you didn't wanna go back because you would miss me when i would go back to work, broke my heart and as much as i wanted to say "let's stay here forever", it was just an illusion and nothing else.

i know you (y/n), i know you're probably thinking that i don't miss you, that those words said to me that night are just a reflection of what i feel. i would do anything right now to see you, i miss everything you gave me, everything you were. even if it brought some of the saddest moments, i do not care, i am so fucking in love that i will go to couple's therapy with you if it's a way to fix us. i would quit my job, move to monaco for fuck's sake, i just want you back. 

i shouldn't be reaching for my phone right now like i knew exactly what i was gonna say 'cause i did not have a fucking idea of what i'm doing. i needed to hear your voice, everyone around me knew i needed you, the boys, my parents, even the staff and jyp himself knew that i wasn't acting the same way since the break up. 

since we split ways and decided to let our relationship die, i've been dead myself. trying to hold on, trying to put a fake smile, trying to just not fall apart in front of everyone. when they asked me why, i just said things weren't "working out" which is partially true but maybe i'm realizing now that if i put more effort and didn't let go like i did that night, we would've ended up in a better place.

i dialed your number, i prayed to everything & everyone that you didn't block me. and in fact you didn't...

maybe you were waiting for this as much as i was?

maybe you just needed me to call.

or maybe i should hang up and pretend this never happened in the first place.

"hello? minho?" your voice caught me off guard. i haven't heard it in a while and i've been processing in my head way too much. panicking as anxiety settles in and just knowing that i have to keep this conversation up, not wanting to let you go again.

"hey (y/n) i'm sorry, this is way out of nowhere and i-i needed to talk to you." voice crack and everything, good job minho. "i know you probably don't wanna talk to me right now but-."

"i did wanna talk to you, you know i'm always waiting for you to come back right?" what? did they actually say that or am i hallucinating again? 

"what do you mean?" what the hell would it mean minho!? why am i so goddamn awful at speaking, jesus christ. "i just, i didn't expect you to be waiting after what happened that night."

i was invaded by awful memories. no more monaco, no more sunshine, no more petals, just a cold rainy night in seoul in our shared apartment that now only belongs to me. i said some fucked up things, i destroyed everything we built with just words, i regretted every single night since then. i know they were also wrong in some things but it's nothing compared to the things i've said out of pure anger, fear and disappointment. 

i didn't want that but i also knew i couldn't keep living like this, thinking that there was a chance that we could go back and fix the mess we made.

"i know, i thought so too and it wasn't fair to me what you decided to do that night." you said calmly and i understood, i wasn't an idiot, i wasn't angry or throwing things thinking you were in the wrong. i took it because i know i hurt you and i'm...

"sorry, i'm always gonna be sorry for what i said, for what i did and for all the things that happened." i was feeling the tears and it was rare, i didn't like to cry. i've been told i don't cry at all even when sad moments happen, i just don't have the strength to do so when usually it's the opposite for most people. "i know you know that we were both in the wrong, we fought endlessly and i needed to let you go somehow and i chose the worst way, i will always be sorry."

"it's okay, i don't blame you even if it hurt me, even if it stings sometimes, i know it wasn't you talking and i know my minho way better than that." my minho...

my minho was gonna kill me and bury me for god's sake, i'm losing my mind. the tears, the dizziness, everything was falling in it's place and i still didn't know what to do. i didn't expect things to go like this but i knew it was my chance to make it better.

"(y/n) i'm gonna make it simple, you know i'm not good with words, in fact i've been panicking trying to think of what to say to you." i laughed but it wasn't the laughter that they knew, it was more of a choked up kind, one that was desperate to be told what to do in this situation. "i haven't been the same since you left, i can barely function, i don't know what i'm doing most of the time as i wait for you (and it looks like you've been waiting for me too), hoping you'll return."

speaking as you're crying is probably the worst way of communicating but i was taking this like my last opportunity to mend everything.

"i want you back, i'll do anything to be with you again." i said lightly and softly 'cause words were barely coming out of me. "i love you, i will never stop loving you and i've been remembering so much of our history but mostly that specific vacation we had with the boys..."

"oh so you're also thinking in monaco? the promise we made right?"

how could i forget the most important part? as we stared at the sunset, you held your pinky finger and i thought it was dumb and childish but when we intertwined them and promised to never let go, to always hold on to what we had even in our darkest times, even if the skies were no longer blue but gray & dull, i would have your back and you would have mine. i broke it somehow and in some way but i didn't mean to, i never let go, i never wanted to end things and i was hoping, praying, you didn't either.

"i'm always thinking about it, i'm always thinking about you, about us..." i said and sighed. i gave it all and somehow it still felt like a weight when i heard their voice, because i had to make up for so many tears. "please give me another chance, i won't promise because i know you're probably thinking that i'll break it but i need you back in my life, i love you."

as sincere as i got and as cliche as it was, i just couldn't contain it anymore.

"i love you too but we have to talk about it in person okay? can you hold on a bit for me min?" you said, this time tenderly and softly. i nodded even though you couldn't see it and that's when i said...

"anything for you jagi".

[softguarnere]

hey dove! how are you? family Christmas is coming up and I have a sneaking suspicion this year is going to be a doozy. your writing always cheers me up and I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Joe Toye? maybe reuniting after the war ends or the first Christmas back home together?

I've literally been rereading all of your stuff bc it's the only thing keeping me sane as of rn xD hope you're having a great day/night!

I'll Be Right Here Waiting/Put It Back Together

Joe Toye x reader

A/N: My dear, you have no idea how much this message means to me 🥹 The thought that the things I write to cheer myself up might be a comfort to someone else is so humbling 💕As someone who has also been dealing with lots of family drama this Christmas, I am sending you virtual hugs and good vibes - we will make it through this 🤝

Y'all know I try my darndest to write requests in the order that I get them. (And if I've taken forever to get to yours, I'm truly sorry, and I promise I'm working on it!) However, this message hit really close to home, and writing it felt like the distraction that I've been needing.

For those of you who enjoy my song title references, this one comes from Lucky by Two Door Cinema Club! (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: mentions of war and hospitals, over use of italics - as usual

Funny, how one can grow so accustomed to unusual circumstances that going back to what was previously normal can be what feels like the drastic change. As the men that you’ve spent the past few years of your life with mill around the deck of the ship, your heart aches a little with the realization that for many of you, this might be it.

Even though you’ve exchanged addresses and given each other instructions on how to keep in touch, realistically you know that you may never see or hear from some of these friends ever again. Sure, you’ve all promised to remain in contact, but making a promise is one thing, and keeping that promise once you’ve moved on with your life and had family and friends and jobs and time get in the way is a completely different thing.

The evidence to prove this is there: there have been plenty of friends that you lost touch with after they were removed from the line and taken to hospitals. Even you, as a nurse, had a difficult time keeping track of them. Unfortunately, even someone who might have been more than a friend, had fate not seen it fit to send him home . . .

How do you go back to what you once knew when you’re so changed? What will you do when the things you saw during the war weigh heavy on your mind in the middle of the night, and the nearest person who would understand what you’re feeling is miles and miles away?

This might be it. The ship pulls into the harbor. People on the docks scream and whoop in delight as you and the other nurses and all the soldiers lean over the rail and wave, smile bright despite the dull worry gnawing at the back of your mind.

This might be it. Babe and Luz and Liebgott all shake your hand and slap your shoulders and trade slips of paper with you, promising to keep the flame of friendship alive between you.

This might be it. You’re gathering your few personal belongings and trying to push through the throngs of people with them, wondering where the loved ones who were supposed to meet you could be.

This might be –

“Let me help you with that,” a deep and familiar voice offers as strong hands take your trunk from you with ease.

Out of habit, you start to protest. “Oh, it’s fine I – “

But then your eyes meet his, and the world around you fades away until you are the only two standing on the dock.

“Joe?”

None other than Joe Toye smiles back at you, his brown eyes alight as he sets your trunk down and opens his arms. Not caring who might be watching, you throw yourself into them, the two of you wrapped up in a warm embrace.

You’re not so sure whether you should laugh or cry or what exactly, as your breath hitches in your throat. “You’re here!”

Still holding you tight, you can feel him nod. “So are you.”

“You found me.” Breaking your embrace is not an easy choice, but you want to look him over. Because he’s really standing in front of you, as tall and strong and capable as ever, his smile lighting up his handsome face as he takes you in in turn.

He nods again. “I had to. It was killing me, being away from you.”

What had started as shy looks between the two of you way back in England had turned into friendly smiles and inside jokes as the war moved you through Europe. And then those jokes and smiles had turned into touches that lasted a little too long and evolved into secrets shared in stolen moments and nervous kisses away from the prying eyes of his superiors.

And then he had been taken from the line before you could decide what word best described what was happening between the two of you.

Now he’s been hugging you on the dock – in front of God and everyone – and he looks just as ready to pick up where you left off as you feel.

“Me, too . . .” You choose your words carefully, like he might disappear again if you accidentally say the wrong ones. “Whaddaya say we make a point of not being away from each other for a while?”

Joe, usually so reserved in the emotions he expresses publicly, breaks into the widest smile you’ve ever seen. Is that your imagination, or does pink tint his cheeks? God, he’s so gorgeous like this, and you wonder how you got lucky enough to find him.

“You’ve always been better with words than me,” he laughs. “And Doll, you stole them right outta my mouth.”

With ease, he grabs your trunk with one hand and throws his other arm around you, protective as he leads you through the crowd. The people who were supposed to meet you at the boat fade to the back of your mind. Joe doesn’t say where you’re going, but with him, you’re certain that anywhere you end up will be called home.

[marsneedstherapy]

you are in love is such a Rosalind Orion song, and this time, I will be providing an explanation (fhh spoilers ahead)

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

spy work. no more needs to be said.

Time moved too fast

You play it back

they didn't have that much time together before Orion got taken by his mother, and yk how Rosalind was during, especially the beginning of fhh :(

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

Orion. that's all.

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

Rosalind realizes that she might actually like Orion. yk the one scene in flf where she says she should poison herself again. yeah.

Small talk, he drives

hernia scene, not much small talk, but yk not everything can be exsact

Coffee at midnight

this never happened exactly, but I feel like it would, bc of all the missing domestic moments from flf with Rosalind and Orion trying to figure stuff out

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

when Orion showed Rosalind the constellation orion in flf, my heart </3

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

literally right after the constellation moment Rosalind has her "oh no I think I like him" moment

You can hear it in the silence

when Rosalind had a gun pointed at Orion in that scene right after she finds out he's the killer, but we know she'll never shot... BC COME ONEE YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE WHEN SHE JUST THREATENS AND NEVER FOLLOWS THROUGHH

You can feel it on the way home

just vibes with this one, but vry strong vibes

You can see it with the lights out

not exactly lights out in the lamp type of way, but like when Rosalind was poisoned by her hairpin in flf </3

You are in love, true love

yes they are.

Morning, his place her place

Burnt toast, Sunday

just sm they seem like they would've done, maybe an attempt to cook without Lao Lao's help in another missing flf scene (I'm so tempted to write a fanfic with this idea)

You keep his shirt

BEGINNING OF FHH </3

He keeps his word

"Even if I don't get my memory back, I'm going to love you again. I thought I'd warn you in advance." Not an exact quote bc I'm too tired to go get my copy of fhh, but yes. yes, he did keep his word.

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

ROSALIND ALLOWING HERSELF TO BE LOVED AND BEING ABLE TO GROW AND MOVE ON FROM HER PAST

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

"I BELIEVED YOU WHEN YOU SAID WE WERE FRIENDS, BUT THERE WAS MORE TO THAT WASNT THERE?" that scene if fhh were Orion is "asleep" by the willow tree in zhouzhuang and Rosalind was just talking to him </3

And you knew what it was

He is in love

yes he is. maybe he can't remember. but he knows.

[chorus again]

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

this is some post fhh things that would happen. WOULD.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

finally understanding how real actually love feels and how it should be protected </3

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

AGAIN FINALLY BEING ABLE UNDERSTANDINGGG </3

[chorus again]

[slu-tea-ftm]

not about kinks or stuff. don't answer if don't want to) bro, what was it like taking t or getting top surgery early? In my country we can only take hormones and get surgery at 18 years old. I spent my entire adolescence anxious for it. like. give me that testo, government.

I'm always happy to get asks, kinky or not!! This is gonna be long, so strap in lol

And I never mind talking about my journey, because I know it's not really the "norm," even in trans culture.

Honestly, it never really hit me exactly how early I was allowed to get hormones and surgery until a year or so ago when I was thinking back on it. It didn't feel early to me. It felt like everything was timed just right, but looking back, yeah, it was pretty early.

For a while, I just wanted the social change. Cut my hair, change my name, and change my clothes. Boom. Done. I was fine with that for a year or two (I was 11-12 when I came out). I actually cried when I got my hair cut, and my stylist was concerned that she'd upset me. Nope! I was just so happy that she cut my hair! She still cuts my hair to this day and says that I'm a completely different person (/pos).

But then I started feeling like it wasn't enough. I wanted to fit in more with The Guys (side note: I never really did, even after all the hormones and surgery bc these guys knew me since elementary and most were bigoted assholes). So we went to my doctor to try getting hormones. That took, I think, a year and a half or so? Still a pretty short time frame. At one point, I was wearing a binder and a back brace because I have scoliosis, R.I.P. my ability to b r e a t h e.

But we got it! And I was fine with that by itself, too! Until around my sophomore(?) year in high school. I always changed in the nurse's office because it was embarrassing changing with anyone else—boys or girls. So I brought up trying to get top surgery to my mom (shout out to her for being so supportive during my whole transition, gods I love my mom). By junior year, I got my tits yeeted, and I was changing with the boys in P.E. Other than locker rooms, P.E. was co-ed, so there was no "boys on this side, girls on that side" that I can remember.

Obviously, I never fit in with The Guys, and I didn't want to fit in with The Girls (even though many of my friends were girls). But I felt comfortable in my body, at least. It felt more like myself.

I don't regret any of it, even if it all did happen quite young. I got plenty of warnings from doctors and my therapists, and my mom and I had to jump through a ton of hoops to get where we did. I'm really grateful that I got everything when I did, because it probably saved me a lot of depression and anxiety I would've had now.

Even though I got approved for T "early," by medical and societal standards, I basically had to go through puberty twice lol. Because I had already gotten periods and experienced breast growth (not much, thankfully), acne, etc. And then I got testosterone and my voice was cracking a lot while it changed, my fat redistributed through my body, I think I gained more muscle?? hard to tell bc I was never really strong to begin with, my hairline receded quite a bit 🥲, and all those usual things associated with cis guy puberty....including being constantly horny. Gods, that was awful. Wet boxers every day, all the time, it was so awkward.

As for top surgery, that was the only part I was actually scared about. Not because I was anxious about regretting the surgery or the cost of it or anything like that. Just because I have trauma when it comes to people doing things to me while I'm unconscious (or so they thought). That was the only scary part. That, and the IV going in me bc I had this weird fear that if I moved my hand, then the needle would break out of my vein, into my body, and kill me or smth :)

Other than that, the surgery part was easy! Recovery took a while and sucked, especially the rules:

Don't lift more than (I think it was) 5 lbs

Don't raise your arms over your head

No showering for the next few days after surgery

Massage the skin once to twice a day (my hand hurt a lot after this part)

Don't pick at the scabs

I think that's all there was...

Now, I easily pass as a cis guy to most strangers. One of my favorite things to do is see how people react when they find out I'm trans lol. Because they never expect it! And then I show them a picture of me before transitioning, and they're like, "😲 That's you?!"

"Yep :)"

I know most people are afraid of being outed as trans, but for me I'm just like, "Look at how far I've come!!" It's not really a touchy subject for me. As long as someone is genuinely curious and not asking super invasive questions <3

[sableflynn]

Out unseen - ch. 4

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Now presenting Marcus angst plus a casual convo between Felicia and Volkan 😈 yeah uh if you’re here for the spicy whump that’ll be back next chapter

cw: kidnapping, noncon touch, references/threat of noncon, captivity, just uhh overall dread? people having a bad time

Also on Ao3

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She was gone.

Marcus had circled around as soon as he could, weaving through the maze of shipping crates, desperate to lose the guards tailing him. It might have been a few minutes or it might have been hours; when he made his way back to the meeting point, it was deserted. Even the dead man’s blood had been cleaned up. It was as if no one had ever been there at all.

And Felicia was gone.

And Marcus had let her get taken because he had turned tail and run like a coward, because he wasn’t brave enough to break his promise to her and fight for her. He should’ve thrown himself at them and done whatever it took to get her to safety. Instead, he ran.

He didn’t head straight home. He walked the city, scouring the streets for the tiniest fragment of something to point him in the right direction. Eventually he ended up at Volkan’s mansion, a luxurious estate in the heart of the upper-west side. For hours, he cased the outer grounds, shivered in the hedges, waiting for a car to return or a light to turn on or some indication that someone was home.

No one ever showed up. And if Volkan wasn’t bringing her to his house, where were they? Visions flashed through his mind of Felicia tied up in some secluded warehouse, or dumped in a shallow grave in the middle of the woods, or—

No. He would find her. They would all find her, together.

The sky was lightening with the faintest glow of dawn as Marcus finally made his way home on legs that barely worked. He was going to walk into their house alone, and the others would see him alone and immediately know.

As he approached the front door with its peeling paint and worn knocker, he was brought back to that night the week before, returning home after the dance had changed everything. And now he had left Felicia with the same man who had forced that change on them, fuck.

Elyse was waiting for him as he stepped through the threshold. She greeted him with a hug, and he said nothing as her eyes moved from his face to look over his shoulder. Looking for Felicia, he knew. Her brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and Marcus shattered.

“She’s gone,” he managed to gasp out. “He took her, she’s gone, she’s with him, and I just—I—”

“Hey. Come sit.” Anna was at his side, one warm hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the table. Elyse was frozen, still staring at the door as if she was waiting for Felicia to walk in. Marcus felt like he was moving in slow motion as he allowed himself to be sat down at the table. He was faintly aware of the others around him, Kailo and Darya pulling some extra chairs up to the table and Elyse finally, finally coming to join them with that distant, lost look in her eye.

“It was my fault,” he said at last. “We were—I let him take her, and I couldn’t save her, I fucked up and now—”

“Marcus.” He couldn’t help but look up at the bite to Anna’s voice; her expression softened as their eyes met. “We need to know what happened if we’re going to do anything about it.”

We can still do something about it. He wasn’t alone. He let out a slow, shaking breath and forced himself to look at the others.

“He was buying a person,” he said. “That was the trade deal. It wasn’t weapons or drugs or whatever, it was a fucking person.” He clenched his fists on the table till his nails dug into his palms. “And we just...god, it was so stupid but we just couldn’t leave this guy there, we had to try…”

“I don’t blame you,” Darya said, and there was a cold fury in her voice that Marcus had never heard before.

“Volkan caught her.” Marcus squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the images flashing through his mind—Felicia dragged to Volkan, his hand on her face while a man bled out and died behind him. “And then he killed the man he was buying. Like he was nothing. And then I—I ran.” The last word came out as a sob.

“Marcus, you…” Kailo was hesitant, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. “If you both got caught, we never would’ve known what happened. But you came back, and now we can find her—”

“Or she’s already dead.” Terror clutched at Marcus’s chest as he said it, but he had to voice the thought that had been consuming him since Felicia had vanished. “He took her and shot her and dumped her body in a shallow grave somewhere. Got rid of one more thorn in his side.”

Elyse spoke for the first time since Marcus had gotten home. “He isn’t going to kill her.” Beneath her exhaustion, her eyes blazed. “Not right away, anyway. He was clearly...buying that person for a reason.” Her voice dripped with disgust. “And he just...decided Felicia would work better. For whatever god-awful fucked up thing he’s planning.” She swallowed, took a deep breath that almost sounded of a sob. “She has to still be alive.”

Marcus clung to the tiny tendril of hope Elyse gave him. She had to be alive.

They just had to find her and get her out while there was still something of her to save.

“He wasn’t at his house.” Marcus thought back on the manor, silent as a tomb in the night. “I went and searched and waited there all night. I was sure they’d come back eventually, but...I don’t know where else he could’ve taken her.”

“We’ll find her.” Anna’s voice was steel. “There has to be something we can follow. Who was there? What else did you see?”

He didn’t want to revisit the scene in his mind. He didn’t want to remember anything about this night. But he forced himself to think back, the secluded docks filtering into his mind, Volkan and Becker chatting under the dim lamplight while a man shivered beside them. “It was the docks, the southern port. Volkan and Becker, and a few guards, and the...the man they were selling.”

“Becker? That businessman?” Elyse tilted her head, then turned to Anna, half-lost in her own thoughts. “Anna, I think…”

Anna was already nodding. “I’m on it.”

“Who was the man?” Kailo’s voice was small. “The one they were...the one they…”

The one Volkan murdered. The one who would still be alive, if Marcus and Felicia had done what they had gone there to do and haven’t stuck their noses in. “I don’t know.” He hated saying it. He never would know, now. “His face was covered the entire time. And then he died.”

“They’re fucked up.” Darya’s fists were clenched.

“And if we—” Marcus buried his face in his hands, overcome, and then forced himself to continue. “If we had just gotten the fucking pictures and gotten out of there, we could take them down, and Felicia would be fine, she’d be here with us—”

Elyse stopped him. “We’ll get her back.”

“How?”

“We will.” She reached across the table and took his hand. “We’re not leaving her. Not for an instant. We’ll find her. We’ll talk to people—”

“We can’t go to the police,” Anna cut in. “They’re in his pocket.”

“Not the police,” Elyse agreed. “People we trust. We have to move carefully. But we won’t stop until we have her back.”  

A wave of exhaustion washed over Marcus as he looked between his friends’ faces: Darya simmering with anger just below the surface, Kailo heartbroken, determined, Anna already planning her next steps, and Elyse…

“We should get some sleep,” Elyse said, her eyes red and lined with weariness. “We need to be able to think clearly about this. We...we can’t rush into things.” Rubbing at her face, she stood to leave the table.

“Elyse—” Marcus couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hand. “I just—all of you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” He struggled to find the words. I fucked up. I lost her. She’s gone.

Elyse opened her mouth to speak, shut it with a sad smile, and paused before finally saying, “We’ll find her.” She slipped her hand from Marcus’s and left the room, the solid wooden door shutting behind her. Through the door, he could hear the faintest sound of sobbing.

***

The first thing Felicia was aware of was a soft, persistent scratching noise.

A pen on paper, she realized belatedly. Then at all once, the floodgate burst open, and she was struck with all of the other sensations around her—the firm cushioning of the chair she sat in, her bare feet on a hardwood floor, coarse bindings tight against her arms and legs. The scent of leather and old books. Tendrils of magic in the air, the faintest trace, but enough to set her teeth on edge with the ghost of pain.

His touch sent magic coursing through her like a bolt of electricity, lighting all her nerves on fire, and then he’d held her and whispered in her ear as he slipped a needle in her vein and ushered her into darkness.

Her stomach churned at the memory. Pushing it down, she opened her eyes the thinnest crack.

She was in a stately office, with dark walls lined with bookshelves and a gleaming mahogany desk. Sitting at the desk, studying some papers and scratching notes in the margin, was Volkan—

She slammed her eyes shut at the sight of him, her mind flooded with the memories she had forced down. Volkan’s hands caressing her cheek, Marcus vanishing into the night, a man bleeding out from his slit throat—

She let out the smallest gasp at the memory, and the scratch of pen on paper was silenced. Then the scrape of a chair against the floor sent a shiver through her and, defeated, she opened her eyes once again.

Volkan sauntered towards her, savoring. She flexed instinctively against the rough ropes holding her, and his lips twitched in a smile. He had killed someone and kidnapped her and tied her up and now he was walking towards her with that smile on his face and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

He pulled up a chair and sat across from her. Posture relaxed, he said nothing for several heartbeats, his gaze exploring her body. She swallowed and suppressed a shudder.

He broke the silence first. “You’re awake.”

“You’re observant,” she snapped.

“You don’t have to worry.” He leaned forward to wrap one hand loosely around her throat and rest his thumb along her windpipe. Her pulse jumped under his touch. “I just want to talk. I don’t have to hurt you yet.”

Felicia refused to allow herself to dwell on the yet. “If you just want to talk,” she said instead, “why am I tied to a chair?”

His eyes trailed over her again, lingering over the ropes digging into her soft skin, and he said nothing. She was still clothed, but had never felt so exposed.

Then he shrugged. “Fair enough.” He crouched at her feet and began undoing the ropes binding her ankles to the chair.

As the first ropes fell away, she suppressed the urge to lash out and kick his face. He was so close, so intent on undoing the knots...and her boots were gone and her wrists were still tied, and she knew he would pay back anything she did to him in triple.

If she was going to get out of here alive, she needed to be strategic. Stall him and placate him, and move very carefully when the opportunity presented itself. And survive whatever he had planned for her.

Then he untied her wrists, his warm skin brushing hers, and she couldn’t help it—she knew he was watching her, waiting, but she couldn’t help but twist around in her chair and look at the door behind her.

She could make a move right now. She could leap over the back of the chair, throw herself at the door, pray it wasn’t locked—pray whatever he’d drugged her with didn’t make her clumsy and slow—and if she fell he’d catch up to her and tower over her while she lay vulnerable on the ground, and he would—he’d—

Swallowing down bile, clenching her fists, she turned back to face Volkan again. He was grinning, taking in every twitch of her fingers, every flicker of her eyes.

Holding her chin high, she said, “Talk, then.”

“I just want to know more about you.” Volkan studied her as he lounged against one arm of the chair, as if they were two acquaintances catching up over coffee. “You’re so clearly out of your depth. How does some no-name healer from the east side end up embroiled in investigating the most powerful man in the city?”

Something in his question prickled at her. “I’m not a—”

“Not a healer? You’re not Felicia Haywood, graduate of Trisgate University, working as a healer at Gentle Care Clinic up on South Hill?” Her stomach dropped with each word, and he laughed mirthlessly. “For god’s sake, Felicia, you interned at a hospital I own. It’s easy to learn anything I want about you.” His smile broadened. “And your friend Marcus, too.”

The mention of Marcus, hearing his name from this man’s lips, jolted through her awareness, and she gripped the arms of the chair with white knuckles. “Where is he? If you hurt him—”

“Wouldn’t that be something? To have you both here, play you off of each other…” Volkan gave a wistful sigh. “He managed to slip my guards last night. I’m sure he’ll turn up sooner or later.”

Felicia exhaled, nearly sagging with relief, but Volkan pushed further. “You didn’t answer my question. Why did you suspect me?”

How much does he really know? She studied his face, trying to gauge what would be safe to tell him, and what would reveal too much. “Maybe you don’t have quite the flawless public image you think you do,” she began slowly.

He laughed. “We both know that isn’t true. My image is spotless.” He placed one hand on her knee, and even that tiny touch sent a tremor of fear through her. “Try again,” he said, “and remember, the longer you talk, the longer it’ll be before I drag you upstairs and give you exactly what you’ve deserved ever since you threw yourself into my arms at that dance.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and his hand on her knee was fire, burning her body, lighting up every place he had ever touched her. She swallowed down a sob, and one thought arose in her mind: stall him. Marcus had escaped, and her friends knew where she was. She just had to hold out until they were able to rescue her.

Breathing deeply, she gathered her thoughts, gently probing at and untangling painful memories buried deep within her mind. “It was a few years ago, when I interned at Greater Mercy Hospital. Your hospital,” she added, the faintest trace of bitterness in her voice. “I had a patient there, and one day I went into work and he was...gone. No records, no trace of him at all. Like he had never existed.”

She still remembered how lost she had felt that day. No one else would even acknowledge that the patient had ever existed. She’d worried she was imagining things, losing her grip from the constant stress of her schooling...and then Dr. Sousa had pulled her aside to talk. “My supervisor met with me privately. He said it had happened before. And he...he was so secretive, he didn’t trust anyone, but he just...he pointed me down a trail.” She swallowed. “And then he vanished too. And I followed the trail he’d shown me.” And here I am.

“Your supervisor was Victor Sousa, yes? I remember him.” Volkan’s voice brought her out of the fog of memory, and she was staring into his cold eyes once again. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t kill him. The starvation did.”

He was so matter-of-fact, and for a moment she couldn’t speak. She’d known by now he must be dead, but for Volkan to be so casual about it—and here she was with him now, trapped in his house, completely at his mercy—

No. My friends will find me. They had to.

Volkan stood then and paced around her, a predator circling his prey, and she was frozen in her seat. Trembling, she breathed, “Why are you doing this?”

“How many people are you working with?”

His voice was behind her now, above, and he was leaning on the back of her chair. She couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. “What?”

“You heard me.” She could feel him looming over her, simmering with tension. “Is it just you and Marcus? Or are there more friends I should be worried about?”

Was this a test? How much information did he already have? Was he toying with her? All she knew, with a bone-deep determination, was that she couldn’t let him find the others. She would stall, lie, take anything to keep them safe. Desperate to buy time, she allowed fear to soften her voice. “Please don’t...I can’t.”

The click of his shoes on the hardwood was deafening to her ear. He was in front of her again, towering at full height above her, and he took her chin in a rough hand. “Don’t make me ask again.”

He wasn’t going to let her stay silent; she had to give him something, just enough to point him in the wrong direction, get him off their trail. Mind racing, she took a deep breath and forced herself to speak. “We...we’re a team. There’s around twenty of us. It—It’s an underground network, investigating—” She jerked her chin from his hand, scowling. “Fighting against you and your corrupt friends that think they can own this city.”

For a long moment he said nothing, studying her face. Her heart was hammering. She didn’t breathe. Please, please. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said at last, and he smiled. “So it really is just the two of you, then. Good. That makes my life easier.” He settled back into his chair.

She held her breath to avoid revealing herself with a sigh of relief. He’d taken her decoy—for now—but he was still watching her like a hawk, appraising. A shiver ran through her at his piercing gaze. “Other people will be looking for me,” she finally managed to say. “My job will notice I’m missing. You can’t just—you can’t keep me here!”

“I’ll admit it was a bit impulsive, what I did last night.” Volkan lounged in his chair, once again perfectly at ease, completely in control of the conversation. “That boy had no one, and no one will miss him now that he’s dead. He was no one.” Bitter grief struck Felicia then, at the thought of that man dying alone and unknown. Volkan didn’t give him another moment’s consideration. “But you, Felicia...you have a job, and friends. People know you. It was a risk, taking you.” He leaned forward, completely boxing her into her seat with his body. “But the things I’m going to do to you...I think it’ll be worth it.”

The cruel hunger in his smile left her speechless. Overcome with dread, she pressed herself into the back of the seat, her breath quickening, her hands clutching the arms of the chair. His eyes tracked each movement with a lazy appreciation.

“Don’t worry about your job,” he said, placing a mock-comforting hand on her thigh, one thumb caressing. “They’ll be getting a letter from you this morning, letting them know you had to leave town for a family emergency. You don’t know when you’ll be back.” His touch deepened, still burning into her skin through her clothes. “And if they decide to dig too deeply into things, it’ll be easy enough to shut them down forever.”

Gritting her teeth, she shoved his hand off of her, and he let her with a grin. “You can’t just do this forever,” she hissed. “You can’t just crush everyone who inconveniences you. At some point you’re going to fall.” She needed to believe it was true.

“Then I might as well enjoy everything I have while I can.” Volkan stood again, and his eyes slid down her body with a barely-concealed hunger. “Now, why don’t I show you to your new room?”

“No!” Panic seized Felicia like a vice gripping her chest. She pressed herself against the chair, unable to take a deep breath, throwing another desperate glance at the door behind her. It was too much, all at once—the knowledge of where she was, who she was with, what he would do to her.

“It’s happening either way,” he said, pulling her up by the arm as if she weighed nothing, “and it’ll hurt less if you don’t fight.” With rough hands on her shoulders, he shoved her out of the office and forced her down the hallway.

She couldn’t do it. She wouldn’t. He was going to walk her upstairs and rape her and probably kill her after, because she was some rat who dared to stand against him, and she couldn’t let it happen while she waited for her friends to find her. All thoughts of enduring until the moment was right fled her mind. She needed to get out now.

He hasn’t tied my hands, she realized dimly as she was forced along the hallway. He hadn’t tied her hands, and he was relying on her fear and his strength to keep her there. This was her last chance to take him by surprise.

Her bare feet caught on the rug underneath and she allowed herself to stumble, falling to one knee. A soft sob escaped her, and she thought, he loves to get close. Let him get close...

His breath was at her ear, one hand on the back of her neck. “You must be exhausted,” he murmured. “You poor—”

She slammed her head back into his face as she shot to her feet, skull colliding with his nose. He grunted in pain and his hands were off her and she ran, throwing herself down the hallway, adrenaline coursing through her.

Scrambling around the corner, she saw the ornate oak door of the front hall. I just need to get out to the street. Volkan’s mansion was surrounded by the bustle of the city. If she could just make it outside, someone would have to hear her, help her. Even he can’t explain away someone running screaming from his house—

She threw the door open and stopped short at the threshold.

The grounds were neatly manicured, a single road leading away from the mansion. A thicket of woods sprawled as far as her eyes could see, and to one side—a lake, morning mist swirling about the surface. The sky was blush with the light of dawn, and she could just barely make out mountains in the distance. No streets, no buildings. No other people.

They weren’t in Trisgate at all.

Volkan stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, pulling her close to his body. Stunned, she didn’t fight him. “Where are we?”

He pressed a gentle kiss into her hair. “Somewhere no one will ever look for you.”

[uglypastels]

Hey!!! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write like a headcanon of something with the reader dating eddie and being on her period or something?? 💝

Thank you!! I definitely needed to write this and a shoutout goes to all my fellow menstruating peeps <3 hope you feel better soon. (warning though, I don't know how to write headcanons, so I'm just doing my own thing here). [[i'm also going to be posting a longer fic this evening hopefully, and I'm sorry to not have worked more on the requests, so yes, I'm using this as a little bit of compensation]]

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Warning; (period) blood. Light swearing. Eddie being the sweetest mutherfucker there is.  maybe out of character stuff, bc i'm projecting

So, it being the 80s, being on your period was not very great. Like, it's still stigmatised, but nothing compares to a few decades ago. 

It was just not talked about. 

You've had a few boyfriends maybe, but never had even dared to utter the word around them. You didn't want to gross them out.

When it came around to that time of the month, you would just tell them you "didn't feel well" or something like that, which was true, but would drop the topic soon after. And not that it mattered a lot, the relationships never lasted for too long.

But then Eddie came along and your whole world changed. 

That man did not care about a single thing and he despises the patriarchy. Maybe he doesn't know how it all works, but he knows that periods exist. Like, he wasn't too great in science but it doesn't take a genius to know that it was a natural process. He might not know exactly when you are having your worse days, but he's aware you have them. He doesn't make shitty "is it that time of the month?" jokes or any other dumb comments about it if you ever get a bit emotional or don't feel too good. You are still not really comfortable talking about it openly, not because of Eddie specifically, but because of everyone else and how you grew up. But if you did ever slip up and mention something about your menstrual cycle, Eddie wouldn't act all grossed out. 

Maybe one day you stay over at his place and when you wake, you can already feel it. Just in your gut, before you pull the covers off, you just know. 

You lock yourself in the bathroom and try to clean up before he wakes up, but that man has like a radar when it comes to you. He wakes up as soon as you slam the bathroom door shut (though, maybe that had something to do with it) and is at your side (just that bathroom door still between you. 

'Baby? What's wrong?'

'Nothing!' you would shout from the bathroom. But Eddie isn't stupid.

'Baby?' He would just keep talking until you would properly talk to him. None of that "I'm fine" bullshit. The longer you would try to avoid it, the more ridiculous theories he would start to bring up. 

'All you're doing right now, is ensuring that I think an actual alien burst out of you.' 

'Fine I'm on my period!' you shout out, most likely for the entire trailer park to hear. 

'Now was that so hard?' 

You would have run to that bathroom in a state of panic, just wanting to clean the blood off, forgetting all your things. So, you ask Eddie to bring them over for you from your backpack. He had gone through your stuff a million times, just as you had gone through his, so he knew exactly where that little purse was where you kept your tampons and painkillers. A few seconds later he knocked softly on the bathroom door and handed you your things– little purse included as well as your spare change of clothes. You realise, however, that the shirt on top of the pile wasn't your shirt. It was his. He had especially pulled it out of the closet so you could wear it now.  

But you also realise that you only had one tampon left. Overall, not a big deal. You could just quickly head over to the drugstore.

That plan, however, became a bit more difficult when you stepped out of the bathroom. 

First, Eddie wasn't anywhere near the bathroom anymore. He was back in his room. You see him on the bed, cleaning up the bloodstain with a wet washcloth. 

'I'm so sorry.' The tears already stinging your eyes. Eddie looks up at you and rushes to you, pulling you into a hug. 

'Hey, hey, hey. Nothing to be sorry about. It happens. I can clean it up,' he makes you look at the bed, 'See? Almost gone.' It hadn't even been that big of a stain, but you still felt horrible. But Eddie wouldn't have any of that. He held you close, wiped off your tears and left kisses all over your face until you smiled. 

'It's really no big deal. Why don't you go sit on the couch while I finish this up? Then I can make us some breakfast?' Breakfast being something between choice A) Cereal or B) Fried eggs or C) Last night's leftovers. 

'Actually, I got to go to the drugstore.' You tell him, and Eddie immediately doesn't sound too happy with that. But not for the reasons you might have thought. 

'No way are you going out now. You got to rest.' 

'I can go to the store, Eddie.'

'I won't have it.' He's basically putting you on bed rest for the day, even if your cramps or other symptoms aren't showing up. He just wants to be sure you're comfortable. So, he heads out to the store himself after you tell him what it is you exactly need. You imagine he wouldn't be gone less than half an hour, but after two hours he still isn't back. A lot of reasons could have been the cause of it, so you try not to panic. Maybe there was a line at the drugstore, or he got hung up talking to someone? It was fine. The only problem is that you get hungry, and so, basically munch up the rest of the cereal that you found in the cupboard. 

Eddie comes through the door right as you finish the box. And the mystery of his long absence is immediately explained when you see the amount of things he brought with him. He immediately wants to show you the haul. 

'Right, so I got you your tampax,' he throws you the box. 

'Also went and got you some candy.' And with "some candy" he meant an entire bag full of snacks, all your favourites, of course. 

'And then I thought, we could just stay in for the day, so I went over to the video store and I tried to ask Robin what kind of movies you've borrowed because I wanted to pick something that you wouldn't hate, but she was being really difficult about it, so, unfortunately, in that battle, I lost the Reese's cups. BUT I got these,' he pulls out a stack of films that were most definitely in your customer history, at least a dozen times, 'And…really?' he laughs at your choices of favourite films. 

'They're classics!' 

'Whatever. Oh and I also got some more cereal because I knew you would eat them while I was away.' 

And you do spend the entire day cuddling, eating junk food and watching movies on the little tv. Eddie doesn't want to pry, but he does ask you questions just so he can know a bit more about how you're feeling and how he can help. Do you have any cravings? What can he do for you if your cramps ever get the worst of you? Would weed help with the pain? Do you want a lot of contact or do you need space? 

He would also be sure to stock up on everything you need at his trailer, just for emergencies. Maybe he would keep a tampon on him in his backpack at school. One day you would realise you had forgotten to repack your emergency stuff, but Eddie would just be like, I got you sweetheart, and hand you one. It would be at your locker, so someone would have seen it (Jason? Or some other jock) and, of course, they would make fun of him. Eddie would grab the opportunity immediately to reply back. 

'What do you need that for, Munson?'

'Well, usually I keep them around for your mom.' or something dumb like that. 

'You take that back, Freak!' 

'Fine! I won't provide your mother sanitary products!' He would yell it across the hallway as he made his way out of the building.

He would happily take the stigma over from you, making everyone uncomfortable by talking loudly, and proudly, over something that should have been normalised a long time ago, anyway.

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•Imagine dying bcs of tripping smhhh

•OKAY BACK TO TOPIC

•U guys wanted to study eachother so u just naturally grew close

•You both never EXACTLY told your secrets but somehow u both found out and you're totally chill about it

•Also the experiments u conduct with one another is pretty sussy

•Anyway, if Albedo looses control and destroys Mondstadt, ur right behind him, collecting all the dead bodies to sell to the Fatui

•Thats so hot of u two

Tighnari •Ahh this ones gonna be so fun

•It either that u and Tighnari r like parents or youre just chaotic and he's sick of u asking how his genes work

•''How does your genes work anyway?'' ''Its like half Fennec fox, half human'' ''So you're telling me that, at some point of history, a Human fucked a Fennec fox???'' ''....Get out.''

•U and him have sass battles in which u guys compete with ur knowledge

•I think that u would know more, but just with stuff IN the plants, not the ACTUAL plants

•Imagine Collei just walking in u guys having a sass battle with all ur fancy scientific words and she comes out like shes about to pass out from braincell lost

•^ not sure if that can actually happen

•ANYWAY

•Speaking of Collei, shes ur daughter

•Dont even TRY to disagree here

•She looks up to u alot, even when u can get scary sometimes

•Like the time when someone was being rude to her so u threatened to crack open their skull, scoop their brain out, boil them and feed it to the animals

•Pls seek help for u, Tighnari and Collei, u all need therapy and a vacation to Mondstadt

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[freuleinanna]

tracked down

Characters: Travis Hackett, reader Chosen ending: The were!Hacketts are dead, the counselors gang might as well have lived Short summary: You were the extra counselor that summer, so you participated in the fun campy werewolf activities, and not without consequences. Silly something that jumped to my mind bc who wouldn't want Travis to track them down Words count: 1081

Tags: @sadclowncat (I'm SO sorry for mistag earlier!!), @sera-wonderland, @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam (also, tagging those who wanted something w/ our man Travis or Travis x reader, all future stuff will be at (# anna writes the quarry))

(the gif is just to show the character, it's not this exact scene, but the message seems right tho)

You took one look at the badge – and bolted. Within a split of a second some regret managed to sink through. You should’ve made a goddamn poker face, but now it was too late for that. Now you just had to run.

The cop reacted like any good cop should, by starting the chase. Unlike any good cop, he didn’t shout any warnings, he just straight-up sprinted behind you. Like a Terminator. Unsurprisingly, being the 1st film Sarah Connor sucked ass. Only she lived to see a second film, and then some. You might not have this luxury.

The cop tackled you near the window while you were trying to jerk it open.

‘Going somewhere, haunts&curses2573?’

Your whole body froze for a moment. He knew. His voice wasn’t smug, though, just edgy. Tired, even. The cop held you face down on the floor but seemed to try not to hurt you. You held your head up as best you could.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘Are you gonna run if I let you go?’ ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘Are you?!’ ‘I know my rights, okay?!’ now you were really panicking. ‘I know my fucking rights!’ ‘DO YOU WANNA TALK LIKE ADULTS OR DO I CUFF YOU TO A RADIATOR?!’ ‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’

You heard a grunt, then some cursing under the breath.

‘Cuffs it is, then.’

You felt the metal on your skin, and next thing you knew, you were facing the room, with the cuff link gleefully clanking against the radiator pipe and the cop carefully moved to a safe, unkickable distance. That’s the first time you saw him properly. Not exactly young, with a shade of stubble on the cheeks and chin. Slightly tilting his head to the side. He squatted, keeping his eyes on your level. Something about his whole figure was just… unnerving.

‘Please,’ your throat was suddenly parched and the voice came out harsh, ‘please … I don’t know what you want from me, okay?’

A slight annoyed eye-roll followed.

‘Yeah, that’s why you ran. Uh-huh.’ ‘I… I…’ ‘Quit the damn tune, Y/L/N’ he cut you off, slightly pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I’ve had an awful coupl’a months chasing you down, but unlike you, I can do my job right.’

You yanked the cuff slightly, not actually hoping for anything. And nothing happened. What a surprise. You yanked some more just out of spite.

‘Happy now?’ cold, calm voice didn’t match the appearance one bit, but perfectly matched the prying eyes. ‘Wanna do some more running?’

You shook your head, drawing your legs closer to yourself.

‘Good, ‘cause you’re gonna SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN!’ you jerked and the sudden rise of the voice. The cop… really, he looked irritated. And irritated cops are never a good story. Terminator 2 covered that as well. ‘Am I clear?’

You nodded. He sighed sympathetically.

‘Look, kid. My name is Travis Hackett,’ a meaningful pause. ‘Like the Hackett’s Quarry.’

And then it came together. Of course. Of-fucking-course. He was studying you, as if making sure you won’t suddenly decide to chew your arm off and run. You had half a heart to do just that.

‘…shit,’ that was all you could say. Not very eloquent, but very true. ‘Exactly,’ the cop nodded generously. ‘You’ve fucked up big time.’ ‘I didn’t do any-’ ‘Ah,’ he stopped you with a motion of his hand. ‘I suggest you shut up and really don’t piss me off now, because I really don’t wanna take out my gun. Especially, since it’s loaded with silver.’

Bastard knew it right away, from your eyes. Read your face like a note on the fridge. The uneasy tug pulled in your stomach. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked in a totally non-unfuckable goddamn way, but the stupid kid inside you still tried to wiggle their way out.

‘W-what does silver hav--’ ‘Did I not just say to NOT PISS ME OFF?!’

That’s what, a third strike? Thoughts ran around your brain in a sort of dancing fever. There was no way out for you. The only way was through, and it could just be that on the other side of the tunnel you’d be met by a silver bullet. Not on the full moon, but still… The Hackett cop seemed to have calmed down a notch. His brother, you remembered. His brother and the kids. They died that night. It’s a wonder the silver bullet didn’t come first. You suddenly felt really cold.

‘What do you want?’ you asked flatly. Trevor Hackett, or whatever his name was, was kind of staring you down. Full-on drama. ‘You figured it out, didn’t you, Y/N? When the moon came and you turned, you figured it out,’ he gave you a moment to chime in, and when you didn’t, finished darkly with a disapproving shake of the head. ‘The White Wolf is still alive. So you went and sent all those trinkets you found out there to that goddamn podcast, didn’t you? What were you hoping for? A crowd of werewolf-hunters who’d put him down for you?’

He was surprisingly accurate, that Trampy-whatever. Travis, it struck you, the name was Travis. Probably should remember that for later, if that later ever comes. It didn’t really seem like it, though.

‘That… was the plan, yeah,’ you mumbled awkwardly. ‘Well, congrats, mastermind. You created a fucking pilgrim path for every dumbass who ever wanted to snoop around and smell werewolf shit.’

His voice was dripping with sarcasm. A bit more, and the floor beneath would be a goner, burnt right down to the basement. That would’ve been fucking hilarious, only it wasn’t anywhere near funny.

‘Do you want to see the body count? Maybe the local town reports on rabid dogs? Hmm?’ ‘Alright, I get it, I fucked up,’ you snarked, not being able to take the blame-pushing anymore. ‘So what, you dragged your ass out here to shoot me? Cover for your fucked-up family once again? What the fuck do you want?’

The cop’s face changed. You didn’t understand how, exactly. It took you a few moments to catch up, but you got it just as he finished saying that next words. Then it beamed on you. He didn’t look angry anymore. He seemed regretful. As if he was sorry for something he was about to do.

‘Full moon’s in 10 days. I’m sorry, kid. I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna need your help to end this.’

[jewbeloved]

Hello hello!I am back with an empty brain bc i have no ideas but this goofy one: How would main four+Team craig(if its too much,you can just write for main four!)react to their s/o making really good edits of them.

Team Stan + Clyde and Tweek with a s/o who makes edits of them✏️✏️🎨🎨

Note: Sorry! I can only write up to 6 characters maximum. I hope this post still satisfies you.

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

❤️🧡 The Main Four 💚💙

Let's imagine you had a social media account that nobody knew, not even your boyfriends..

You post edits on there but each and every one of them always include one of the boys.

The boys always wondered why you were so invested on your phone and you wouldn't let them look at it.

"Guys I think Y/n is looking at hentai stuff" Cartman whispered while snorting.

"No they're not Cartman! knock it off!"

"Maybe it's something important that they don't want us to see guys"

"There's no way that they are keeping stuff from us Stan, we know their secrets and they know ours"

They continued to bicker back and forth until Butters ran up to them.

"Fellas!....Fellas!" Butters panted while trying to regain his breath.

"What do you want Butters, can't you see we are busy at the moment!"

"Yeah I know, but you guys are going viral on the Internet!"

Butters showed them the edits on his phone.

"What?"

"There are edits of us..?"

*muffles* (Woah, I look good in this one!)

Cartman stared at the phone for a moment before looking at Butters.

"Where did you get these edits Butters"

"Well...I didn't get these I just only saw them on this site called TikTok! you guys can find them on there" Butters ran off to go show the other kids the edits leaving the boys staring at him in confusion.

"Okay....so somebody is making random edits of us"

So yeah, they definitely wanted to find out who was making these edits of them-

After looking at the account, the first person they decided to ask about it was you.

You tried to play it cool and pretend that you had no idea who was making them, but the only one who saw through your lies was Cartman.

C'mon, Cartman is the master at lying and manipulation. It'll take more than that to lie to him.

"I'm not buying it, you were very suspicious from the very start anyways Y/n"

"Huh?"

*Muffles* (You were always being secretive on your phone, and then all of a sudden certain edits being made of us were going viral. Is this your doing?)

"Let us see your phone Y/n!" Cartman moved closer to grab your phone but you back up quickly against the wall.

"You guys are mistaken! It's not me!"

You were unfortunately out of luck since they crowded and prevented you from escaping while Cartman snatched your phone and they took a look at it.

After looking through your phone, they turn their heads to face you.

"Here..." Cartman handed you back your phone and you took a sec to see that their cheeks were tinted with pink.

"Are you guys upset at me..?"

"No we are not, the edits are really cute... were just upset that you never told us from the beginning"

They were indeed disappointed that you hid your account from them like you didn't had any trust in them.

But however, they love the edits!

You could personally say that they are glad no random weirdo was making them besides you <3 💙💚🧡❤️

❤️ Clyde Donovan 🍂

He probably wouldn't even notice it was you in the first place either.

He might even act like he made them himself to act a little cool, but of course the person saw through his ways and didn't believe him.

When the edits start getting more popular, he would immediately go to you and talk about how famous he has gotten and you knew that the cause of that was the edits you've been making of him.

If he does find out, he would be very shocked about it.

"Huh?! You were the one making those edits the whole time Y/n?!"

"Yeah...I thought it would've been cool to make them, but I originally planned to only make them for myself I didn't think a whole bunch of people would view it...."

Clyde didn't know exactly what to say, he was completely out of words!

You opened your mouth to say something again until your interrupted when Clyde tackled you into a hug making you both fall onto the floor.

"C-Clyde?!" You found him on top of you giving you a warm smile before leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

"I think the edits you made of me are wonderful and cute! but I don't appreciate that you used photos that had me crying in it....as a matter of fact why would you take a picture of me crying anyways?!"

You stayed silent before starting to laugh.

Clyde glared at you for a moment before he smiled again and started to laugh with you.

It looks like he doesn't mind after all...❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💛 Tweek Tweak 🎀

He probably might take it the wrong way around to be honest-

He may even have flashbacks to those yaoi arts from him being shipped with Craig.

Tons of freaking out 100%

But that doesn't mean he fully knows who is making the edits.

If he finds out that it's you, he would be very flustered and confused on why exactly you wanted to make edits of him in the first place.

He's hesitant at first, but he might confront you about it at the last minute tbh-

"Ehm..Y/n? why are you ACK! m-making edits of me...?"

"Why? I couldn't resist how adorable you would look in multiple edits! I apologize for not asking you for permission earlier though, I just couldn't help myself Tweek <3"

"Ah....! Y/n....." Tweek's heart cried out in embarrassment while covering his face that is tinted in red.

"Are the edits bothering you? I can stop making them If you want I don't really mind!" You were about to delete the draft of the edit you were currently making.

"No! don't! I don't really mind since it's ACK! you..."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah!"

Yeah, he really doesn't mind you making the edits, but he hopes nobody else will start making them too.

Or else it might turn out like the Tweek x Craig situation-💛💛💛💛💛💛

South park never offends me 😌👌👌

[dazaiscum]

I just got another idea and omg, sometimes I hate my brain bcs it gets angst on repeat, istg

But

Imagine this:

The reader has never had a proper father in her life. She's never felt how it is to be protected, her father being the one who sharpened her edges and made her a weapon, dezumanization to the point of emptiness.

Doesn't have one light in her eyes, the scent of blood and death thick, stuck to her.

And she runs to Port Mafia before Dazai was even here, makes her way to the very top.

And instead of him leaving by own will because Oda died

Imagine him losing /her/, being the one left behind. Her leaving just as he left.

Imagine if she were the one to have been here for him since he got into Port Mafia, the one to train him. A cruel, deathly woman.

And the very reason she runs it's /him/. Because she saw the way his eyes light up just in her presence. Because she saw him as the only one to care about her. Because she /saw/ his feelings for her.

And she's scared to love, to live, to feel.

And when he finally meets her after years, it's exactly in the moment she's wanted and searched by the government for all the crimes she's committed.

(I'm just a mess right now, ignore me, my—)

A/n note: I'm sorry this took a long time 😭😭Thanks for being patient with me, love 💖 I absolutely loved this request!! If you see any mistakes pls dm me and I'll change the fic :) @kushinadragneel

Warnings: Slight suggestive stuff (Hickeys, neck kisses, licking)

Genre: Hurt/comfort.

It was tiring. Being raised as a weapon, never being able to feel loved, feeling empty inside, not knowing what to do or what you're supposed to be. It was tiring.

Running away without a destination in mind. That was something you knew how to do flawlessly, after all, you did have experience in the field.

You ran away when something didn't go according to you're will. You ran away as an escape from this reality, you ran away from your father, you ran away when it was too much for you and most importantly, you ran away from him.

He was the one who got that light back in your eyes even if it was almost non-existent, he was the one who made feel loved, he was the one who made you feel...alive, so how could you leave him.

You entered Port Mafia before him, climbing your way up to ranks, securing your position as an executive only within the span of six months, so it was no surprise that Mori assigned you to train him.

It was overwhelming for you. Whenever his eyes light up after seeing your face, whenever he gave you that loving look when you pet his hair after he successfully completed a mission and you felt overwhelmed because he was the only one who ever cared for you, who truly loved you.

You couldn't do this anymore. You were scared. You were scared to love, no you do not fear being in love but you suffer from the fear of being abandoned. You are scared of being alone and subconsciously are worried about the negative impact of an unsuccessful relationship.

So you ran way 'cause at the end that's all you really know how to do, abandoning him in the process.

Sitting in the cafe, string the hot beverage while your thoughts drift to him because he was the person you truly ever loved too.

Eyes closed as a small smile filled with sorrow graced your face, remembering the time you spend with the brunette.

e/c orbs turning towards the entrance of the cafe, you saw the one person you never expected to see here of all places.

Eyes widening as a look of shock plasters your face, you hurriedly pay the bill and try to leave the cafe without being noticed, but you were too late.

Dazai noticed you, he saw you hastily trying to exit the bistro. To say that he was astounded was an understatement. Swiftly he makes an excuse and follows suit after you because he wouldn't let the person he loves leave him again.

Panting you sat on a crate in a random warehouse, thinking you finally lost him but the hand on your shoulder begged to differ.

The bandaged detective tilted your head slightly, giving him access to your neck, he pressed kisses there biting and licking it occasionally.

He just smirks when you visibly shudder against him. "Tell me, why did you leave, y/n?" He asks resuming to place open mouth kisses on your skin.

"D--Dazai"

"Hm? was I not enough? Why did you have to leave me?" His breath fawning over your neck, causing a shiver to trail down your spine.

Dazai turned you around in a way that you were now seated on his lap. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his face falling with a look of sorrow on his face.

Without thinking for another second, your hands found their way to his cheeks, cupping them, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone, and butterflies erupting your stomach.

"Oh, Dazai. It was never your fault. I was just too scared. Everyone I ever loved has left me and I don't want to lose you as well"

Chuckling at your answer, he placed his palm on the hand cupping his cheek, his thumb tracing patterns on your hand, he began.

"You should know this by now, y/n. I would never leave you" He said with the same lovesick look on his face.

He starts placing sloppy kisses on your collarbone, his hand caressing your neck. Licking the red and blue mark on you as your hands tangle themselves in his hair.

"D--Dazai, are you sure?"

Smirking he replies. "Absolutely, my nightshade."

[thefirstknife]

Heya! Love your lore discussions and analysis, you doing the traveler's work here lol

Mind if I ask about The Speaker? I'm merely a D2 player so I've never actively met the man before bc I've never had access to D1 so my first experience was just... Watching him being kidnapped and killed right at the beginning so I was like "oh no... Anyways" but not in a bad way, more like hey I barely know him for like 3 minutes in, it's expected I wouldn't know what's going on when I was just a lil New Light rip

How was he like? His personality, his ideals and goals? His relationship with the other NPCs and the YW

I'd love to see you explain about him!

I was in the same situation as you! I had no clue what anything was when I played D2 on release so outside of him delivering the most badass line to Ghaul, I had no clue. I also only had a minor idea of what he stands for, so when he told Ghaul at the end that the Traveler doesn't actually speak to him, I kinda decided that he was a fraud.

And many other people did so as well. It was a strange thing to say, but it has since been explained in detail.

The Speaker's personality and goals tended to change a bit depending on the release and he was drastically different in the Fall of Osiris comic (and very negatively portrayed). The comic issues didn't do him any favours.

Overall, for D1 stuff, I would recommend checking out a playthrough for a full experience. He had a more active role there, was a sort of a guide and also a vendor you spoke to often. He was firmly on the side of protecting the City and humanity from the return of the Darkness, something he was aware of as inevitable for a long time.

He was a very political figure, given that he was pretty much the closest thing the City and humanity had to a real leader. The Speaker was the lead of the Consensus, a group of representatives for both Guardians (the Vanguard) and the civilians of the City (the three factions). Sometimes, as a leader, he had to make difficult choices.

Probably his biggest conflict was with Osiris who was against his methods of fighting back. They had frequent arguments and Osiris was not afraid to be openly against him. The growing conflict between them eventually led the Speaker to proclaim Osiris' research and warnings dangerous and to exile him.

On the other hand, Saint-14 had an immense respect for the Speaker and they considered each other family. Saint said a lot of nice stuff about him when he returned and spoke at an eulogy for the Speaker. Most importantly, that he had a vision for what the City should be: a place where people could live free from fear and danger. The Speaker was actually the one who found Saint-14 in the Cosmodrome:

"Geppetto and I searched many barren miles before we crossed the Cosmodrome. She had almost given up hope." He turns to face Saint-14. "That little Light knew exactly where to find you, once she was given the proper place to look." The Speaker chuckles. "There is no before or after, my son. We try, we doubt, we grow. It is all one path."

Lore book The Pigeon and the Phoenix has a lot about the early days of the City and the Speaker.

He also had a unique relationship with Lady Efrideet who gave up fighting (except her brief return during the Red War) and formed a pacifist colony, the location of which is unknown. The Speaker and Efrideet had a good relationship and he tasked her to look around for other potential Speakers in her travels.

The lore book Constellations details a lot about the Speakers in general and how they work and the consequences of the Traveler going dormant after the Collapse, most importantly how it took years and years for any Speaker to actually be able to reach the Traveler in a post-Collapse world. One of them eventually managed to make an amplifier, the mask, and finally be able to hear communication from the Traveler again, although still very much not as clear as it was before the Collapse.

This is why our Speaker wore a mask. It has been passed down from Speaker to Speaker and its function is for the Speaker to be able to have dreams where the Traveler sends messages. But as I said, those messages were still not as clear, given that the Traveler was dormant.

Our Speaker struggled with it a lot and it explains his words to Ghaul in the Red War. Ghaul demanded that the Speaker tells him Traveler's direct words, failing to understand that it's not how it works. The Traveler spoke in dreams that were incredibly difficult to decipher even with the amplifier mask.

He saw the Traveler's vague warnings about a world without the Light and he assumed it's a prophecy about the return of Darkness. He didn't want to cause panic among the population until he fully understood what the dreams meant, and kept it to himself. In his final moments before being captured by Ghaul, he realised he made a mistake. The dreams were about the Red War and not Darkness.

It's a very human mistake to make and was never malicious.

The dreams continue. The headaches get worse. But I believe so strongly that this knowledge would destroy our way of life, and I hold it so tightly that it poisons me.

His main and perhaps only goal has always been to protect the City, he simply had different methods of doing so. He felt a responsibility to everyone, given his position as the leader, and couldn't afford to just chase wild leads and theories, something he clashed with Osiris for. Given the uncertain nature of Traveler's dreams, a lot of people (both in and out of the game) thought of him as just a political figure and a fraud.

But he wasn't! He truly did receive Traveler's dreams, unclear as they were and he truly did want to make the world a better place. Given that they still hold memorial service for him and that they rebuilt his quarters, he is still respected and remembered by the City.