#he thinks he can just ignore the cues and then nope. he can't

[ewatsonia]

i'm still not normal about the line “I mean, what’s going to happen if I don’t say bye now?" btw

[lanabuckybarnes]

💐Zombie's Bouquet Event💐

A bouquet for you! Featuring: Curtis Everett; Grumpy/Sunshine; Bookstore; Fluff. I hope you like it!

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"Ok, Curtis, divide and conquer!" Curtis rolls his eyes at your enthusiasm. "Don't give me that," you gently scold. "We've got gifts to get and a limited time to get them! You go ahead and get the romance books on the list, I'm gonna get go and get the kids books!"

"Please let me trade," he grumbles. "Ladies in the romance section always give me looks."

"Nope, because I'm also hoping to find some childhood favorites to add to our library." You smile and run off before he can argue some more.

You lose track of time as you look for the exact Bluey book your nephew asked for. No matter how hard you tried you kept getting distracted by the books you used to read at that age.

You're kneeling down to look for more of the books on your list when you hear someone behind you, "well aren't you just a peach."

You roll your eyes and try to ignore him.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in this section? Got some kids at home?"

You pretend to read the book you've selected but this guy just can't take a hint.

"Now listen here," he starts getting louder. "I'm trying to talk to you. The least you can do is acknowledge--"

The man gets cut off and you smile to yourself, guessing the reason for the sudden quiet.

"She's not interested," Curtis's voice is gruff.

"And what makes you think she's interested in you?"

That's your cue to stand up, "hi, Sweetie!" You kiss his cheek, his glare never leaving the jackass. "Did you get all the books on the list?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get out of here, Babe."

"Right behind you, Angel."

You go to the checkout but Curtis keeps an eye on the guy. You giggle but thank him with a kiss, making him drop his glare so he can give you one of those love filled looks that makes you melt.

"Thanks for keeping me safe."

"Forever and a day."

This was PERFECT LOVE LOVE LOVE. Doberman boyfriend Curtis for the win 😍😍😍😍

I can’t stop thinking about this giant man in the romance section absolutely towering over the shelves with Icebreaker or something in his huge hand (I mean who even reads that filth?)

Everyone pretty please go check out @thezombieprostitute and their amazing writing and congrats again 🎉🎉

[sihakadan]

how would they react if you told them to come sit in your lap to cuddle? really interested to see how jayce would react... or sevika

Lol, ok but some of them are huuuuge so excuse me if I make it a bit too silly. I just can't see getting away with some of these without some sort of mishap or major teasing. Like the challenge.

Kinda NSFW, but more implications than actual smut. MDNI.

Silco

-The look on this man's face when you ever so sweetly asked him to take a seat on your lap.

-Could not tell if you were joking or not.

-Cue long inhale of his cigar when you told him you were not

-Fine, you wanted him on your lap? Then he would sit on your knee

-Smirked when you hugged his midsection

-If walked in on, would act like nothing was happening. If mentioned, he would just tell them that the chair wasn't as comfortable

-High key loves it

Jinx

-In your lap already

-Will play with your hair (if you have any). If you don't, she'll scratch your scalp.

-She usually straddles you so she can talk to you face to face.

-Will fall asleep on you. Looks like an angel when she is asleep, head on your shoulder, relaxed.

-Precious baby

Ekko

-When you ask him, he is at his work bench, so he just chuckles and doesn't look up.

-"Wait, say that again?" He will turn around and look at you like you had just dropped a bomb on him

-Will definitely stare at you, trying to process it

-Shrugs and goes and sits next to you, making you pout

-Will sit in your lap awkwardly because isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

-When he finally accepts his fate, will lean back on you. Best cuddles will ensue

-Will ask again in the future

Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-So confused by the request. Also, he is way bigger than you? It would not be comfortable

-Did sit on you though to prove his point that it would not be a good idea

-You almost died

-Will instead lay his head in your lap

-Stares at your face with those pretty green eyes of his like he is trying to memorize your features

-That is exactly what he is doing

-Lots of palm kissing and will ascend if you play with his hair

-Touch his ears, you will end up on your back praying to what ever god your worship

-You touch his ears

Vander

-"Darling, I really don't want to get a medic tonight."

-But he finds it so endearing that you want to hold him how he holds you

-Even though he won't sit on you, he will sit in between your legs so you can at least wrap your arms around his shoulders, rub them to ease his stress away

-This brings about lots of cheek kisses, you whisper in his ear how much he means to you

-Man works hard and has a good heart. He deserves to be loved and held

-You will end up in his lap instead, but the hold is very tender

-The kids will eventually join you and it is the cutest cuddle pile you have been in

Finn

-Hahahahaha. No.

-Nope

-Will stare at you deadpan while flipping his lighter, head tilted in curiosity

-He's not gonna do it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand what you are getting at

-Drapes his legs over yours and teases you while giving you the most intense look

-Oh. Yeah, you are gonna get fucked as soon as you two are alone

-Runs his fingers over your jaw, shoulders, neck, and any where he can touch

-Ends up in his lap. I don't think I need to explain why.

Jayce

-You do this after a long day of Hex-tech studies

-Is very surprised by the offer and will actually blush as he looks at your lap.

-Wants to, but thinks he is too heavy and is worried he'd hurt you

-Still, he gives in and you two find a way to have him in your lap

-Loves this so, so much

-Also a palm kisser, holds your hands, calloused thumbs rubbing your soft flesh

-Make out time. He loves the tenderness and how gentle you are being. He is a bit of mess about it

Viktor

-Well, you can't sit in his

-This actually is a common thing you do

-Reads in your lap. Does he stop working? No. But he isn't ignoring you either

-If he is feeling particularly spicy that day, he will press himself against you, acting very innocent when you whisper his name with a strain

-He is devious and will run his fingers over places that he knows gets to you

-The intense look of 'I dare you to do something about it' in his eyes. What a bastard.

-Dare accepted

Mel

-Her favorite thing to do after a long day

-Likes to run her fingers over your exposed skin as you tell her about your day

-You hold her hand gently and she lives for it when you pull her closer

-Puts your head on her shoulder as she softly tells you sweet promises.

-Plays with your fingers with hers.

Sevika

-Babe, you are messing with fire

-Don't do this unless you're ready for sexy times

-Or in public

-She doesn't care if there is an audience so if you have an issue with it, best to do this when you two are alone.

-Smirks and gives a sultry look. You little minx.

-Your thigh is gonna be getting some attention

-But afterwards, it is the best. She'll pull your arms tighter around her and praise you.

-She is a tough, scary lady. But she is your tough, scary lady and has only given into this request from you

[jensensfanfic]

can you do prompt 23 from that prompt list you reblogged with ellie williams? where the reader is the one saying it to her <3

SOMEONE THAT SOMEONE CARES FOR

pairing: young!ellie x gn!reader

prompt: #23 from this list

tw: injury description, blood, lmk if i should add smth else here

word count: 778

a/n: thank you so much for being my first ellie request! -> this is set in winter, after joel is mostly all better. that's basically all that is plot-related. also, no mentions of gender or y/n. -> got lazy with the title, might change it later.

thank you to my two betas on this one 💖 @wolfchild28 & @first-kanaphan

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You misjudge how heavy the door in front of you is as you push it with as much might as you can muster in your current state. The force causes you to tumble when said door flies open with ease. It hits the wall and then bounces back, hitting your side. A strong arm catches you before you can fall. 

"Woah, woah, woah. Easy." Ellie's arm wraps around your waist. Her other hand takes yours and pulls it around her shoulders. "I gotcha." 

Your exasperated sigh and eye roll combo is ignored as Ellie glances around the empty house looking for somewhere to sit. Clearly, she finds it as she guides you over, releasing your hand slung over her shoulder to brush away some old newspapers. 

"Here we go. Sit down." 

"Really? Ellie, it's not that bad. I just slipped in the goddamn snow. Shouldn't we be more worried about Joel." 

"All good here." Right on cue, Joel enters the house, closing the door behind him. He leans over the sofa, where you are now sitting with Ellie. His eyes find the wound on your arm. "You need to patch that up, though. Then we can get moving if you're feeling good." 

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While running from some rather unpleasant people, you'd simply tripped and fell in the snow, your knife sliding free from your grip. Then, somehow, you had managed to land on the blade, an almost perfect straight gash. 

You were running from people, with bats and axes, bows, and guns of all kinds… yet you'd ruined your injury-free streak of four days via your own weapon and your clumsiness. 

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"Ellie? You, uh -" Joel looks at your bloody arm and then at your friend. "You got this?"

"Got it." 

"Good. I'm gonna check out the place and see if there's anything we can use." 

"'Course." Ellie shuffles closer as she lays out some things in the little space between you. "Okay. We got some bandages that look… clean enough. We have our handy dandy rags, and then… some water." 

Ellie begins cleaning up the wound, whispering apologies whenever you wince. It takes just a few minutes for her to deem it clean enough before she starts to wrap. "It's not deep enough that you need stitches, I don't think. Not that we have any anyway. I think you're just a bleeder, huh?" 

"Guess so."

"Think Joel'll find anything good? Maybe more comics?" 

"Maybe." 

"'Cos I really can't handle these cliffhangers." 

"Mm." You stare off past Ellie into the kitchen area where a little jar of old hot chocolate sits. Ellie notices and follows your line of vision. "Hot chocolate. Have you ever had it?" 

"Nope." You glanced down to see that Ellie has finished. Her hand still lingers over your secured bandage, but you ignore it. "Should we get moving now?" 

"Wait." Ellie frowns. "What about your arm? Do you feel okay?" 

"Yeah. I mean, it hurts a little still, but‐" 

"What about everything else? Legs, neck? You feel pretty hard. Maybe we should just rest here for the night." 

"Why? I'm fine." You sigh loudly and then push yourself up from the sofa all too quickly. Your head immediately starts to spin, and you lose your balance, falling right back down again. 

"See. You might have hit your head. We should sleep. Joel won't mind." "Ugh, fine." You cross your arms and pull your knees up to your chest. "But this is stupid." 

"Well, we can't keep going if you're dizzy. You could break a bone or something next time." Ellie gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "Hey. Why are you always so stubborn with this stuff? We can't keep going if one of us is hurt… and we are not leaving you behind, if you even think about–" 

"I wasn't gonna say that, I-"

Your eyes find hers, and you only see genuine concern and kindness. She's worried about you, you know that. You can see it, but your mind, your past, it won't let you believe it. 

"What?" Ellie pushes because she always does, always tries. "You can tell me anything."

“It’s hard to get used to…" 

"What is?" 

“Being someone that someone cares for…” 

"Oh." Ellie's eyes widen slightly, her mind more than likely racing with possibilities of what could've happened to lead you to think this way. "Well, I'm a persistent person. I will make sure you know how much I care about you… as long as it takes, even if that's forever."

"You promise?" 

Ellie's hand falls from your shoulder, and then she wiggles her pinky finger between you. You link yours with hers, as she whispers, "Promise."

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

80. and make it SImbar with a pinch of Pelfi and Jazmin

80. Someone attempts to do some work

After a lot of drama and unnecessary struggles, Ámbar was back as a boss at Jam and Roller. She was currently doing some paperwork. She sighed.

As if this was his cue, Simón slid down next to her. "Are you struggling? Need some help?"

"I'm just trying to finish this paperwork... but it's not going well."

Simón put his arm around her shoulders. "How hard can it be?"

Pedro meanwhile made some milkshakes, as Delfi ran into the room.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, "What's the rush?"

"Jazmin is chasing me with her tablet. She wants an interview and I have said no-"

"Delfiiiiii!" someone called from a distance.

"Cover me!" Delfi said and jumped behind the counter to hide. She then briefly looked up at Simón and Ámbar. "You two cover for me, too!" With that, she ducked right back down.

A few seconds later, Jazmin came skipping into the room. "Hi, guys! Have you seen Delfi?"

"Nope," Pedro said.

"Haven't seen her," Ámbar added.

"I don't think I even know of her existence," Simón added.

"Oh well... then maybe I can interview one of you instead!" Jazmin exclaimed.

"Not me, I have work to do," Ámbar said.

"Can't you do the work later?"

"The longer I wait, the more stressed I'll get. So I need to do it now."

"Simón?"

"I'm helping Ámbar."

"Pedro?"

"No." Pedro looked down on the floor, making sure Delfi was covered. However, Jazmin found this behavior to be strange.

"Why are you looking down on the floor?"

"I didn't," Pedro said, "I was just... moving my head around."

"Why?"

"Because... people do that?"

"Can you keep it down, I'm trying to work!" Ámbar exclaimed.

"Why aren't you telling Simón that?" Jazmin asked.

"Because Simón is quiet and doesn't bother me."

"Aww! So he makes you calm! Oh, can I ask you how you're enjoying your relationship?"

"Maybe later," Simón said as Ámbar tried to create some sort of focus bubble, ignoring all the chaos around.

"Pedro, can I interview you and Delfi about your relationship?"

"If you can find Delfi..." Pedro said.

"Right! Where is she? She ran from me!"

"I don't know..."

Jazmin raised an eyebrow. "Something is fishy here..."

She stared right into Pedro's eyes, as if she tried to solve the mystery by just staring at him. Then she slowly walked around the counter until she was on the side where you walk in. She stared at the floor, noticing Delfi awkwardly sitting here.

"There you are! Why are you playing hide and seek?"

Delfi stood up, clinging onto Pedro. "Please, I don't want an interview, Jazmin!"

Jazmin walked closer to her. "Pleeeeaaaase?"

"Alright!" Ámbar stood up, gathering her papers. "I can't be here."

"Where are you going?" Jazmin asked.

"I'm gonna do the paperwork at my house!"

"I'll come with you," Simón said.

"Ooooh, you're going home together!" Jazmin said in a flirty tone. This caused Pedro and Delfi to let out some chuckled.

"I'm just gonna help her with paperwork," Simón said.

"Alright! Good luck with 'doing paperwork'!" Jazmin held up air quotes at the last word.

Ámbar rolled her eyes. She took Simón's hand. "Let's go."

[lino-jagiyaa]

Anon requested | original request

Kitten Apology - Nishimura Riki

A/n: Hi! tysm for this request! I think it's so cute and I hope you like what I came up with

Prompt: Soft promt -[#17] "I love it when you get cuddly like this"

song rec: Love Scene - Baekhyun | genre: fluff, established relationship, high school au, slight angst | pairing: niki x gn!reader | warnings: misunderstandings (with a happy ending ofc), arguments, swearing | words: 1k+ (1,903)

summary: You and Niki get into an argument but he makes it up to you by getting you a kitten for the day.

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"Riki I swear on everything you love, where is my journal? I know you stole it, now where is it?"

You scream, peeking from your bedroom door. Niki had come over to hang out with you yet he was now downstairs playing some video game with your brother.

just a few hours earlier when he arrived at your house, he had been up in your room waiting for you to bring snacks for the two of you. that's when he saw your journal just barely hiding behind one of the many pillows on your bed. naturally, almost like an instinct he picked up the small book and turned to a random page. Not before thoroughly checking to see if you were on your way back yet of course.

flipping through it, one page stuck out to him. the top of the page was dated December 12th, 2022.

it read, "today kind of sucked. riki spent basically the whole day with his friends. and when he did finally spend time with me, he didn't even notice that I was acting differently. i decided to take eunchae's advice and drop hints to him."

after reading that, niki was dumbfounded. he didn't know what to make out of this, and didn't really understand it until he read the next section.

"i like him... no. i don't just like him, i want him to be my boyfriend but i'm not sure how to tell him. he- he's my best friend. and I don't want to ruin our friendship or get heartbroken if he rejects me. what if he like me back??? I have no clue what I would do if he does like me back. ugh, forget it. I should just ignore my feelings. i don't want him to start acting differently around me because of it."

"holy-" niki started

"hey, niki! did you want the pepero, chips, or both?"

he heard you approaching the stairs he quickly shoved the book underneath your bed and stood near your door frame.

"uh, i'll take the chips i guess."

"you sure? i got strawberry flavor! your fav." you smile, holing up both items

"mm, maybe i'll eat them later, okay?" he laughs

"okay, i'll just leave them on the table and you can grab them whenever."

"why is your face so red, by the way?"

"oh, um.."

"aw did something make my niki blushhh?"

"shut up, it's nothing."

"whatever you say riki." you roll your eyes

"thanks for the snacks. i'll go back downstairs now if that's okay?"

"yeah? why wouldn't it be?"

"no reason, i just mean in case you wanted me to hang out with you instead of playing video games with your brother is all." niki explained

"no, no. go ahead. i'm just gonna watch some tv or something, but I'll come down there after a while." you assure him

he smiles back at you before going back downstairs.

about 30 minutes later, you were relaxing and watching a show when you decided to write an entry in your journal so you looked for it in the usual spot under your pillow. but it wasn't there. so you checked under your other pillow. still nothing.

what the hell? you thought. you get up, scrambling to find it. in your closet? nope, not there. under your mattress? still no.

"ugh, where the hell is it? I just had it yesterday. could've sworn I put It under that pillow." you say out loud, frustrated

finally having enough of this, you make your way downstairs to confront niki.

"i know you heard me. where is it? you were the last person in my room, alone so don't even try to get out of this one."

"well, that sounds like my cue to leave. can't save you this time, buddy." your brother laughs, patting niki on the shoulder

"come on niki, i'm not even that mad about you taking it. just tell me where it is." you explain, sitting next to him on the couch

he turns to face you and sighs, "fine, I did find it. on accident.. and I only read one page I swear!

"niki"

"i know, i know. i shouldn't have. but it was so tempting. I'm really, really, really sorry, y/n."

"thank you for apologizing, but where. is. it?"

"oh, um it's under your bed somewhere." he scratches the back of his head

"okay... and what page did you happen to read?"

you could feel the flush forming on your face and your palms clamming up.

"the page from december 12th..."

damn.

"so you-"

"'what's with you lately?" niki interrupted

"there's nothing 'with me', okay? i just..."

"like me?'

"no! i mean-"

"well, i like you. i have since we were younger."

"i'm calling bull." you roll your eyes, not wanting to believe him

"i'm serious, y/n. i just never knew how to say it. and just like you, I didn't want my feelings to get in the way of our friendship." he grabs both of your hands and brings you a bit closer to him.

"if you like me as much as you expressed in your journal, would you be okay with me being your boyfriend?"

"of course i would, but do you actually like me back or are you just saying that to make me feel less embarrassed? because I'm really feeling that right now."

"i absolutely mean it. been wanting to let that out for so long and I think now is a perfect time, considering the circumstances right now." niki smiles, putting a hand on your cheek. not wanting to let go.

you place your hand over his, smiling at him and the fact that you finally get to call him yours.

"okay, then it's settled. you're my boyfriend now."

niki takes that as a cue to engulf you in a hug. snaking a hand, and resting it on the small of your back.

"i have a surprise for you." he mumbles into your shoulder

"oh? what is it?"

"well if i told you, it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?

"i suppose not, riki." you laugh

letting go of you slowly, he gets up and walks to the front door to put his shoes on. "I'll be right back, okay? i have to go get it." he replies with a smile.

as niki was walking back to his dorm, he texted jungwon to let him know.

05:20 pm | Niki: hyung

05:20 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: yeah?

05:21 pm | Niki: is the kitten with you rn?

05:21 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: mhm did you want to take him to y/n's or something?

05:21 pm | Niki: yup. can I?

05:22 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: sure, just make sure to bring his food, litter box, and bed if you're staying the night

05:22 pm | Niki: i am thanks!

05:22 pm | Jungwon leader hyung: no problem take good care of him, okay?

05:23 pm | Niki: i will i'm outside btw :) let me in lol

the walk from your apartment to their dorm wasn't far. just a 10 minute walk there and back, 5 either way.

"here's everything. i put it all in this bag so you'll only have to carry this and the carrier and it's not too heavy. do you need a ride back, or will you be okay on your own?" jungwon questions

"i'll be alright. just need t put a few things in my backpack then I'm all set."

"okay, have fun. you two are dating, right?'

"yeah. we made it official like 20 minutes ago." niki laughs

"me and the rest of the boys had a bet going to see how long it would take for this to happen. luckily it was now. i hope you two do well." jungwon says, patting niki on the shoulder

“wow, who had the longest?”

“jake. he said 7 years.”

the both of them burst of laughing, thinking about how dumb that was.

“well i’m gonna head out, see you in the morning."

soon after leaving the dorm, niki arrived back at your house with your 'surprise'.

he ended up letting himself in since he knew the passcode to your apartment.

"i'm back!"

"yay, are you staying over? it's getting late anyways." you get up from the couch to greet him.

"yeah, i brought my stuff and your gift."

he drops his bag off at the door and walks over to you with the carrier.

"okay, you ready?"

"come onn! show me already."

"alright, alright. close your eyes for a sec though."

"fine." you huff

niki set the carrier on the coffee table before opening it and letting out the kitten.

he grabs the kitten out of the carrier and holds him up in front of you.

"okay, you can open them now." niki tells you, excited to see your reaction.

when you open your eyes, it's like they light up. you're so excited to see that he brought you a kitten.

"oh my god, niki! is he yours?"

"me and the boys kind of take turns taking care of him, which is fun."

"i think that's so cute of you guys."

"but lemme hold him now, he's too adorable and I can't wait any longer." you pout at him, with your arms outstretched

"i think you're adorable." niki smiles back, handing over the kitten for you to hold

he goes to the couch to take a seat before you get the chance to reply, to react to what he had said.

"niki! stop it." you blush, nervous at his confession.

"what? i'm just being honest. you're really cute when you get excited about something. it's nice seeing you like this."

"thanks. just never thought we'd get this far or be together like this, you know? it just seems so unreal."

"mhm, i know what you mean. i was so nervous to let you know how I felt. but now that I know you feel the same, everything's alright."

"luckily we both feel that. i'm lucky to have you."

"lucky to have you too. now get up here so we can watch a movie. I'm bored" niki whined

"but i wanted to play with him some more." you whined back, putting on a fake pout

"you can play with him all you want, later. please? i wanna cuddle, but he can come too if you'd like."

"ugh, fine. you're lucky i do wanna cuddle with you and watch a movie." you roll your eyes, laughing at his boldness

"what's his name, anyways?"

"his name is rye, i thought it was cute for him. and sure, just get up here already. we have enough snacks here to last us a while too." he laughs back

"aw, it is cute! i love when you get all cuddly like this."

"i'm glad. expect more of it." niki smiles, squishing you farther into his arms.

the two of you ended up spending the rest of the night huddled up in blankets, having your favorite snacks and drinks, playing with the kitten some more, and binging way too many movies until the three of you passed out.

it was all you could wish for. all you've wanted for a while now. you couldn't ask for anything better.

being in his presence was enough for now, forever.

[the-firebird69]

Oxygen is low too. 14 all day. A breakfast 4am only. To about 8am. He's off gassing no. Refueling eases off the throttle pushes actual air in. Hrs fired they all say. Says it I can't do it. Nope. Then he dies he says. So wehit the fat shit in westborough. Same stupid crap. We hit his a lot they continue.

Most of them will die here today

Thor Freya

Olympus

It's funny ok. Tommy f seemed sharp about some things a playboy, but really, awful about other things. Mine are far less tolerant than Macs. Hv power. As I do too. So I'm in Greensboro North Carolina riding along with him and he's just having a great time and I'm driving and he's partying and he doesn't realize that he's in danger and doesn't take it that way and doesn't look at it that way and you can threaten and I would stop him cold and he never got it after multiple times. And these ones like him they have it worse than anyone they look at him and say don't do this I'm right here and completely ignore you and it's a condition a state of mind and no it's his race that's what you like and they're pushy and their British and they don't follow the rules that everybody else does here in society and it's causing a lot of problems especially with me. So I looked at Tommy f riding around and I said are you going to just crap out the job here we have a schedule and where exactly do you do at work and I don't want to get stuck in this mess that you're creating because he's out carousing and it's a reputation of the company and he didn't understand that either and turns into an immediate little child. Actually started being belligerent. He couldn't fathom it or understand it he's trying to figure out why I don't think like he does I didn't really follow why he was thinking that. And then I started to think that he thinks I'm one of my clan or the other clan, and my access to Rich for the boy and he fell for the whole thing hook line and sinker and no I'm not that way and I still am not and yet he persists to threaten and threaten and threaten and things don't change and a wheel is a wheel and the smoke is a spoke and a dog is a dog and a cat's a cat and the guy is a crazy person for simple simple overt code to piss people off. Here's the problem that I have with Tommy he does not understand other people's perspective much I understand a certain amount of it and ignores what he doesn't like any spoiled and he's a spoiled complete brat I don't want to be near he doesn't really have much responsibility he doesn't have a family life and he has really nobody that cares about him like other people do and he's he's extremely mean and Max do not have control over him and they don't have control over what he's doing and they can't seem to dislodge him and have other problems if he's forcing it's really a miserable situation but yeah he is non-responsive to most cues and conversations that makes sense

Zues Hera

There's a few other items that he left out. He is a mean person to him was treating him like a child and Garth was but there's a difference Tommy f is very dangerous and it's not doing it because he's pushed he's the one pushing. And he is barking orders tell him to do this and that while they're driving along and one day our son said you want to drive cuz I just can't understand what you're saying he said I want you to go faster than slower then faster and our son said what for and he said to break up them and on me if the day. And I said if it's so monotonous I'll stay home cuz I'm kind of getting sick of riding around and possibly getting in trouble and that was the day you got really pissed off. Because Tommy F was trying to smear his reputation. And Blake said it too I don't want you riding around and tell him what to do and having him do that stuff and you're forcing him to and he kept on doing it and doing it. One day Blake came up to him and he told him to stop doing it and he kept it up and he called him on the phone and said I told you not to do that and he said to Blake and our son heard the it was really a fight on the phone my personal time is my own what I do after work is my business and he's standing there listening so he walked away. I don't really want to go out there and ride around I don't drink and I don't really do what he's doing it's not really great for my reputation and Blake agreed so I just stopped going out and the guy turned into a tyrant and he started messing up the company and he screwed around with us since investments and he's a little bit of a gay boy. And he said it too he said he's jealous he's got all these issues and sunset to him I'm not like you and I won't be and if you're going to try and bother me that way and you're going to be hurt and he kept it up and he got reported to the home office and he found out about it turned into a huge pansy and almost got fired like five times then he started screaming he's going to take over this area anyways and Blake wanted to know what it meant so the guy is still in the beans all over the place because he's an emotional wreck and a weakling when it comes to certain things and he's got set off by a several times and won't let it go in any way so he's hanging over him with this grudge match and he's trying to kidnap him all the time and he's forcing other people into this odd behavior. What it is is real stories and it really happened it's very pertinent and extremely important and we are going to bring charges for what happened in Greensboro North Carolina and no one just trying to defend him and couldn't he felt weak sickly had to leave early and other people noticed and said what's the deal here and they start to figure out their in trouble and a lot of it they got to Ken Baker and he tried to ask you and eventually figured it out and he was kind of rude to him and he started flaring his nostrils saying all sorts of things and flying off the handle like he's a New Yorker finally he said look I don't have to do what you want and I really want to show you but I can't right now and he was big he still is what a son says is true though Ken Baker is part of the government and he can go right up to Tommy f and tell him that he's in trouble or treasonous and he can harm him legally and Tommy F doesn't care he thinks he'll always come back and one day it won't be that way but he thinks it is and that's the way it is he's completely insane and we don't care it's called criminal insanity and it's not a way out of anything. And he pushed a lot of people into doing a lot of stupid things and it's getting found out. You try everyday to push the ship off and today A lot of people are going to start putting an effort in you don't want it over him it's disgusting

We now see what he's saying we have ability and we're contouring things and we weren't and Tommy F thinks it's going to be the other way around and he's going to think it's people who are pushing back

Thor Freya

This is exemplary work and it shows and it is mentioned almost every time and we mentioned in-house too this is important so we're going to publish now

Olympus

I wanted to say this he's here and he's being bothered up and down the River inside the place outside the place wherever he goes today and there's a bunch of them too doing it so he decided to get him back a little bit and other people started joining in and they see the problem and they understand is way out there and very illegal and wrong for him to do for 5 minutes not to mention a year for more and cause a storm and massive destruction to the United States the guy should be hung by his nuts in the middle of New York times square

Olympus

[specialagentlokitty]

Elijah x reader - looking out for you

It's hot here and I have no air conditioning, which made me think of fever prompts. I'm thinking a vampire diaries fic (do I know all the characters you write for? Nope. Do I love the fics? Yep!) with a reader who gets sick, thinks they can handle it, realizes they can't, tries to reach the squad but can't get through bc they're all busy with Elena drama, a vampire villain (Damon or the other ones I don't know that you write for) coming to the rescue (maybe some drama where they haven't been invited so all they can do is kick down the door and see the reader passed out on the floor, calling to get them to wake up and invite them, which reader deliriously does before fading out again). I'm picturing panic and angst and an inability to get fevered reader to drink their blood. Cue nursing them back to health the old fashioned way. Maybe they get caught by the squad, who finally checks up on the reader only to find the villain caring for them. Villain potentially goes off about the others leaving reader for dead and how they'd be dead if villain hadn't shown up. - Anon💜

It was just a simply cold, you got them all the time around summer. It was just one of them things you couldn’t control.

You were supposed to be going with the group to meet and speak to Elijah about his brother, but as you stood up, the pounding in your head wouldn’t go away and you’d decided it would be best to stay at home.

Heading down the stairs, you looked through everything in order to find some medicine but you couldn’t find anything.

You decided to message the others.

You: hey, can you guys get me some cold medicine?

They were pretty active in the chat, so you hoped they would see it pretty soon and you went to take a nap on the couch, hoping sleeping would make it better.

When you woke up again, you felt even worse.

Letting out a small groan, you slowly stood up and walked into the hallway, trying to make your way to the kitchen but you never made it that far.

Your legs have up and you slumped against the wall.

Breathing deeply, you tried to move but you just couldn’t. Everything felt heavy, you felt like a hammer was hitting your skull and you felt both hot and cold all at the same time.

You were zoning in and out of consciousness.

You weren’t even sure how long you had been laid there for at this point.

You could faintly hear banging, but you just put it down to your head and ignored it.

Your door was kicked open, and you could hear shouting.

Elijah saw you sitting there, sweat rolling down your face, your heart pounding in your chest and your skin deathly pale.

He panicked and tried to rush towards you but he was quickly stopped.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t reply.

He panicked even more, if he couldn’t get in there was no way he was going to be able to help you.

“Darling let me in! Invite me in!” He begged.

You couldn’t place the voice, but why did it sound so familiar?

Maybe it was Stefan or Damon, you had never invited them in before.

You started to fade again, the man kept calling your name, begging you to let him in to help you.

A few minutes ticked by and you came too once more.

“Let me in!” He yelled again.

You could hear the pure panic in his voice, so you mustered all your strength, all your effort to finally speak.

“Come… in…”

Within seconds someone was next to you, and you passed out once more just as they picked you up.

Taking you to your room and laying you down on your bed.

Elijah tossed his blazer aside, rolled up his sleeve and bit his wrist, pressing it to your mouth but you wouldn’t accept it.

In your fever state, you just kept turning your head away from him, mumbling about not wanted to be a vampire.

After a few minutes he finally stopped trying.

He washed his wrist, cleaned the blood from your voice and paced for a few minutes.

“Medicine should help.” He mumbled.

Rushing away, he came back a few minutes later with a bag full of different things.

He lifted your head and got you to drink some of the medicine, and gave you a few pain killers before setting your head back down.

Your skin was on fire.

It was as if you were burning from the inside out.

Heading to your bathroom, he grabbed a face cloth and filled a bowl with some cold water before coming back to your side.

Setting the bowl on the table beside your bed, he soaked the cloth, wringing the excess water out before he gently pressed it to your skin.

He wiped the sweat from your face and neck before he gently held it to your forehead.

He kept it up for nearly an hour, but you still weren’t getting better.

Tossing the cloth aside, he placed his hands on the side of your face, you were still burning up.

Elijah had to think for a few minutes before he decided to try running you a cold bath.

He filled the tub and picked you up, climbing in with you in his arms he slowly sat down, resting you against him.

Your eyes shot open in shock.

Once you got over the coldness, you rested your head back on his chest, eyes half closed.

“This is nice…” you mumbled.

You still didn’t seem to realise who was with you.

“Is it better?” Elijah asked softly.

You slowly nodded your head and closed your eyes once more.

Elijah kept touching your forehead, making sure you skin was cooling down, and when it seemed to be normal temperature he got up, wrapped you in a bunch of towels he found and took you back to your bedroom.

“You must change.” He whispered.

He handed you clean clothes and left the room, heading to his car to grab some of the spare clothes he kept in there.

Once he was changed he made his way back upstairs and saw you had changed and you’d quickly fallen back asleep.

Once he was sure you were going to be okay for a little while Elijah went downstairs to fix the broken door.

Finishing that, he went back upstairs and sat on your bed next to you, letting you curl yourself into him with a smile on your face.

Shuffling down, Elijah sighed and wrapped his arms around you.

You were shivering slightly, but it was better then what you were.

Night slowly slipped into day, and you were feeling better for the most part.

Waking up, you rubbed your eyes and sat up, looking around your room.

It had been cleaned, and there was some pain killers next to you, so you gratefully took them.

“You’re awake.”

You snapped your head to the doorway to find Elijah stood there with a bowl in his hand.

“Elijah…” you whispered, “how did you get in…?”

He walked over and set the warm bowl on your lap.

“You invited me in last night. You were barely conscious when I found you.”

“You found me?”

“Yes. I was… concerned for your well-being after hearing Caroline read the text you had sent to them all.”

“So… they didn’t come…?”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. You weren’t Elena so of course they wouldn’t come running.

Elijah seemed to sense your sadness.

He sat down on the edge of your bed, and held out a bottle of water towards you.

“They did not. However, I did. And you seem to be doing much better.”

Taking the water from him, you gave a small nod s you began to eat the breakfast he gave you.

“I believe a few days of bestest will be beneficial for you.”

“I can’t. I’ve got things to do, housework.” You sighed.

“And they are tasks I can do. You need rest my dear.”

You looked at the vampire and gave a small smile and a nod of your head.

“I’m going for a bath at least.”

You set the bowl and water aside and swung your legs over the edge of your bed.

When you stood you were shaky and Elijah held his arm out to you.

Placing your hand in his arm, you let him help you to the bathroom.

“If you need just call.”

With that, he left and closed the door behind home.

Elijah would bring you food, make sure you took your medicine on time and would get you anything you asked for.

And after two days you were finally fully recovered.

“You can leave now.” You smiled.

“I would prefer to stay, just to make sure.”

Looking at him on the other side of your bedroom, you gave a small laugh as he read one of your books.

The door opened and closed and you heard your name being called.

Setting the book aside Elijah looked at you and you looked at the bedroom door where everything came through.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Caroline sighed.

“Huh? Oh, it’s downstairs.”

“Where have you been?“ Elena asked.

“We got you medicine.” Stefan smiled.

No one seemed to notice the vampire in the corner of the room until he finally stood up.

He walked over and stood at the side of your bed.

“Elijah…” Damon growled.

Bonnie stared at him and he dropped to his knees, hands covering his head.

Jumping from your bed, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder.

“Bonnie stop!”

She quickly did.

“Why did you let him in?!” Elena yelled.

Elijah took a dee breath and stood up, holding his hand out for your to take and he pulled you up, moving you behind him.

“Because she was on the verge of death and none of you came to help her.” He growled.

“Oh don’t be dramatic. She had a cold.” Damon scoffed.

“She was hardly conscious when I came, her skin was on fire. Just a cold was it? Perhaps you would have noticed if you came to help her.”

“We were busy.” Stefan said calmly.

“Too busy to check on your own friend, if it wasn’t for me she would be dead.” Elijah said lowly.

He walked around you, and wrapped his arm around you waist, tilting his head a little at them slightly.

“Have you compelled her?!” Elena growled.

“No. He hasn’t. He actually came and he’s stayed nearly all week just to watch me. At least someone actually cared for me.”

“Oh come on! We were busy!” Damon yelled.

“And I was dying from a stupid fever! What’s your point Damon!”

You placed your hand over Elijah’s.

“Get the hell out of my house. Screw you all and this stupid Klaus business with Elena. I’m done with you all.”

They didn’t even protest, they simply just left and Elijah placed his head on yours.

“They’ll come back.”

“Yeah. When you’re gone.”

“Well then, it’s just as well I plan on staying then.” He mused.

You smiled softly and shook your head, patting his hand as you moved from his embrace.

Maybe he was the villain to them, but to you, he was the good guy, because at least he was ready to look after you

[appocalipse]

SINK OR SWIM | steve harrington x reader

welcome to steve's route! read the previous parts (and eddie's route soon) here.

summary: it's time to face the evil that lurks in the darkness, but will everything go according to plan?

“Is someone in there?”

Robin is sitting by the RV's door — which was stolen, by the way, courtesy of Eddie — enjoying a burger hurriedly purchased a few minutes ago, after stopping for weapons, of course. Weapons first, food later. You and your friends have to reconsider your priorities soon, you think, your own burger still untouched in your hand.

But at least you guys made it out of the Upside Down, right?

Robin swallows a particularly large bite with difficulty and responds, with barely concealed excitement and a nervous smile, “Nope. All-clear, I think.”

Weird. But then again, when was Robin not weird? It was part of her charm.

Tired and inattentive, you open the door and enter. There's a funny feeling in your stomach, but unwisely so, you ignore it.

It's only when the door closes and you look up that you realize the reason behind Robin's behavior.

Steve is standing against the wall — shirtless— trying to reach the knot Nancy made to hold the makeshift bandage around his waist in place. There is an open first-aid kit beside him, bought on the way here, spread over the 'kitchen' counter, a few items out of place: alcohol wipes, gauze, things he'd need for a new dressing. He looks up at you just in time to see what you're sure is the world's silliest expression.

Shirtless. He's shirtless once more. You try to trick your brain into working again, uncertain if it does work or not.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” your breath catches. You swallow a knot and feel a blush creep up your neck and to your face, glad the light inside the RV isn't the best as you smile nervously. “Sorry…Robin said there was no one in here.”

You turn to leave.

Steve doesn't usually ask for help; between his parents' absence and the disastrous end of his relationship with Nancy, he's used to being self-sufficient, taking care of things himself. But the end of the world could be coming and he can't think of anything else to make you stay, so…

“Wait!” he calls out, tugging awkwardly at the fabric covering his injuries. “Can you…give me a hand?”

It's your turn to be surprised.

“Sure,” you drop the packing on the counter hoping he doesn't realize it's the burger you should have had by now.

He wouldn't be able to reach the knot that holds the bandage in place by himself anyway, because Nancy did it over his back. But for you it's supposed to be a simple task, you think, standing behind him, undoing the knot as gently as possible. What you're not really expecting is that, when your fingertips graze his skin — very quickly, only for a second —, Steve grunts.

His back stiffens at the mere touch. As if on cue, his brain goes oh God.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask unknowingly. Blissfully so, Steve thinks.

He manages a single word. “Nope.”

“Are my fingers cold?”

“No-uh, no. It's okay.”

“Okay.”

Inside, it's a little darker despite the fact that it's still daylight, because most of the windows are covered by closed curtains. You remove the makeshift bandage around Steve. Slowly. It's impossible not to touch each other in the process and the temperature suddenly feels 50 degrees higher. The air seems to shift, heavy and tense when you both don’t say anything for a few moments. You try to think of something, anything, worth saying — shit, even talking about the weather would be better than this, but the words simply don’t come.

You discard the strip of fabric — happy to get rid of it, honestly, and even more so to have something else to focus on besides Steve being so close to you. You face him, holding a generous amount of gauze carefully soaked in antiseptic in your hand.

Steve looks from the gauze to your face and makes a dramatic grimace of pain to make you smile. He's pleased when it works, but worried when it doesn't last long.

Well, until the antiseptic touches the wound, driving a hiss out of him and emptying his mind completely. You retreat your hand so fast Steve barely catches sight of your arm moving away.

“Did I hurt you?” you ask again, brows furrowed deeply. “I'm sorry.”

Steve finds it in himself to smile, shaking his head no. Yes, it does hurt, he thinks, but no, please don't apologize like that.

“What are you sorry for?” he says, playful. “You didn't bite me.”

You smile, but it seems halfhearted and you quickly look down, gaze falling on his wounds with unmistakable concern. It didn’t seem that bad before, but now…

“You okay?”

“Me?” you look up at him. “I’m not the one with a gaping wound.”

And Steve thanks God for it, though he doesn't say anything.

You finish cleaning the wound carefully and rush to get more clean gauze — this time for a decent dressing. You feel Steve's eyes on you. Is he concerned? Troubled? Something else entirely? You can't tell.

You bend over, one arm on either side of Steve, who lifts his arms to help as you begin to apply the bandage over the wound with careful, slow, cautious movements.

“Uh-”

He wants to say something, anything, but no words feel right, none good enough.

It's strange, you think, although 'strange' isn't quite the right word to describe the position you find yourself in, so close to him, almost a hug — but not one. No. You don't think you've ever been this close to him without anyone else around and it's intoxicating, paralyzing, unnerving. You can feel his eyes on you, the movement of his chest with every breath he takes, the heat emanating from his skin...

Is this how Nancy felt before, when she was patching him up?

“You're frowning again.”

You lift your head to look at him for just a second. “I'm not. I'm just…worried. About Dustin, about you-” Did you just say that out loud? “About everyone, I mean.”

The silence that follows when you stop talking is unexpected, to say the least. It goes from uncomfortable to unbearable quickly when Steve continues to stare at you, looking a little conflicted with himself. He blinks and you blurt out, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Steve is pretty sure his brain is slowly disconnecting from the rest of his body — especially his mouth, because the words come out and he's not sure he's given permission for them to do so.

“You're cute when you're worried.”

It's not King Steve's voice. Just Steve. No malice, no ulterior motives—as if he were simply stating the facts.

He could have grown a third arm and you wouldn't have been as surprised as you are now, lips parted, ability to form sentences momentarily impaired.

With the dressing neatly done, you lift your hand to his forehead and feel his temperature.

“What are you doing?”

“You must be feverish,” you amuse, grinning sheepishly. “You're delusional.”

He smiles his Steve smile — sweet, charming, a little sheepish — and then holds your wrist gently, lowering your hand from his forehead, eyes on yours. The smile persists, but it seems a little tenser as he says, completely out of the blue, “I worry about you too.”

His fingers are still around your wrist. You find it hard to concentrate. “You don't have to,” you say quietly.

“Look- just…” he takes your hand between his, though he doesn't even seem to realize he's doing it, feeling helpless in the face of what's to come. “-don’t die, okay?”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Steve squeezes your hand once, apparently to draw your attention — as if he didn't have it completely already. “I'm serious. Promise me you won't do anything stupid that could get you killed.”

“Like going back to the Upside Down?” You try to smile, but you're too tense for it to look natural. He doesn't fall for your terrible attempt of diversion.

“Like jumping into Lover’s Lake after me.”

Oh, well.

You lower your head, biting your lip. It's not like it was a conscious choice, you think. It was less about logic and more about emotion — what, of course, you can't tell him.

“Everybody jumped after you, Steve.”

“Eddie said you jumped first.”

The mention of Eddie's name has you wincing a little. You had told him how you feel about Steve and it makes you want to scream.

You were never the impulsive type. You are all planning, logic, and carefully chosen paths. But not with Steve. Never with Steve.

“Nancy got to you first,” you argue weakly, trying to ignore the hint of panic in your stomach as you think about what exactly Eddie Munson had told Steve.

He lets out a low chuckle, warm brown eyes gleaming with amusement. “Because you suck at swimming.”

“Why, thanks,” hand over heart, your mouth opens into a perfect 'O' shape as you pretend to be offended as dramatically as you can.

This moment is nice and you know it won't last, but Steve is smiling and you're smiling and it's…good. Good in a way that can almost make you forget what's waiting for you out there, the complications of your feelings for Steve, the even bigger complications of his feelings for Nancy.

“I didn’t mean it like- you know,” he turns to put on the shirt he bought from War Zone. You count the moles adorning his back, sparse and pretty like stars — and then Steve freezes when he looks at you again.

The nice and happy moment is gone.

It happens all too fast. He looks panicked; the how's and why's escape you, but somehow his hands are on your face, holding you gently but firmly, palms warm against your cheeks and eyes running over your every feature with concern. You're not sure if you're breathing, if your face is literally on fire, if you lost consciousness somewhere along the way and this is all a weird dream...

That's when you feel it — something hot and wet, the taste of copper in your mouth. You touch your cupid's bow and your fingers come back stained crimson.

Nosebleed.

You blink. It might be nothing.

The two of you exchange a knowing look — when is it nothing?

Steve turns to get you a piece of gauze, one hand still resting on your cheek, suddenly a little shaky. You hold the gauze under your nose obediently. He touches your chin with a knuckle, making you lift your head and mumbling something about making sure the bleeding stop. You can feel him still looking at you with concern even when you're forced to stare at the ceiling.

He's shaking his head from side to side, biting his lower lip nervously, hands sliding to his hips.

“It could just be a common bleeding,” you offer, sounding as convincing as you feel — not quite.

He just stares at you in disbelief, chest rising and falling rapidly. Then he looks at the door and you know what he's thinking — getting out and telling the others. Getting out and fixing everything. All Steve-like.

“Steve,” you call, although in the current situation it sounds more like Steeb than anything else. He's so nervous he doesn't even seem to notice. “It's all right.”

“No, it’s not.”

“I think it stopped,” it's true. You lower the bloody gauze. The terrible taste still lingers in your mouth, though.

“I-” Steve places both hands on his head and closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath. His mind is working nonstop — he rushes to the front of the RV and opens the glove compartment eagerly, looking at the contents for a moment before he starts to pull tape after tape out of it.

“Steve,” now it sounds almost correct, but he still doesn't turn around. “What are you doing?”

A tape falls to the floor — a singer you've never even heard of. Steve doesn't seem to notice.

“Looking for a song.”

“Why?”

“You know why,” he's clearly trying his best, but the music tastes of the RV's owners — people in their mid-50s, maybe older — are quite different from yours. He doesn't even recognize most of the tapes himself and doubts you will either.

Steve doesn't realize that his own fingers are shaking. You kneel beside him, pulling three tapes out of his hands and tossing them haphazardly back into the glove compartment.

Steve turns his head to you, alarmed and on the verge of despair, “Y/N!”

You hold his hands in yours.

“Stop it. Even if you do find a song, I don’t even have a walkman with me.”

Steve looks at you, unyielding. “I'll go get you one,” he assures. You have no doubt that he would if you'd let him.

“We can't go back. It's too risky.”

“Maybe you and Max can share, or-”

“Steve,” you admonish, gently, “stop.”

Silence. Steve looks at you and his chest burns. A long minute passes, then two.

He swallows hard.

“I’d jump after you too,” he says in a low voice, looking down at his hands in yours, then at your face, “I’d jump after you every time.”

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[snwusberry]

「 disaster 」

pairing: huening kai x reader

genre: fluff *question mark"

warning(s): the word y/n (only mentioned once because i gagged /j)

[ y/n ]

"don't you think you're thinking too much about this?" the voice of my almost ex best friend says as if i need any if this judgment right now.

you see this is why i don't tell people things like this because i'll be called dramatic or something along those lines.

"i'm considering all the perspectives here. no need to be so...like that." i tell him, throwing myself on the chair next to him.

"you're over thinking." taehyun sighs out earning him a glare from me.

"okay but what if i go and tell him i'm pretty much in love with him and he doesn't say it back just because you somehow convinced me that we're both on the same page? poof, there goes our friendship." i ask him, making hand gestures to what i was saying and he just rolls his eyes. nope this is too much.

"you said you think he could feel the same way."

"what if i read that completely wrong."

"i'm giving up on you."

"you know beomgyu asked me if there was something going on between us the other day. i damn near blushed." i mentioned, completely ignoring what he said.

"tell him how you feel about him."

as if it's that easy. it's not easy telling someone you've been friends with for literal years that you've developed feelings for them years ago.

"what if he stops talking to me? o. could just tell him i'm drunk and that he should ignore all that to save myself."

"you're giving me a headache. its kai, he's not gonna make it awkward if you don't. plus he's not dumb enough to believe that."

"you're right. i'll keep it to myself then." i tell him, nodding to myself because that's honestly the best idea i could come up with.

taehyun rapidly shakes his head. "you're telling him tonight. you're already having that date, no?"

"shhh,don't say that. it's not a date, he's helping me with my assignment." i quietly correct him.

"whatever. you're telling him tonight."

"fine. i'll go it. i can fo this." i tell him, trying to hype myself up.

"i can't do this." i whisper into the phone.

i'm hiding in the bathroom because i just when i was gonna tell kai how i felt, i chickened out.

"stop being a pussy and tell him. i swear, he won't freak out or stop talking to you." taehyun tries to reassure me but i'm too far gone if i'm being honest.

"no taehyun, i don't think you understand. i'm shitting, pissing, crying amd throwing up right now, i cannot do this-"

i'm interrupted by a loud knock on the door amd kai's. worried voice.

"are you okay in there? you've been gone for a while."

"that's your cue to stop being a coward and tell him." taehyun says before hanging up.

"y/n?? are you there?"

"uhh yeah, i'm coming."

i flush the toilet to be less suspicious and i splash water on my face before wiping it off. with my sleeve. i smile into the mirror before walking out.

"let's go?" he nods and we walk back to his room to complete the assignment.

i write down some notes while he types when i decided it's time to just tell him.

"hey, you know, i really like you." i just blurt out before i can even stop myself.

"i like you too." he just nonchalantly tells me, smiling slightly but he's still looking at the screen.

sorry what?

i turn my head to look at him and he does the same.

"what?" he asks me. but im still too stunned to speak.

"you said-"

"i like you too. for a while now actually. i didn't know to tell you."

shit so taehyun was right.

"i always thought you didn't feel the same. my mind went crazy thinking that this could be a disaster."

he looks at me smiling and realized i started rambling. his smile is literally so beautiful.

"you think too much."

"taehyun said the same thing." i tell him, returning his smile.

"because it's true. how about we finish this and talk more about it after." he suggests but i barely process what he's saying because im still shocked.

"or we finish this conversation then the assignment?"

he laughs lightly before nodding his head.

"okay, let's talk about it."

his smile widens i go into overdrive, i can't process all of this. maybe i was being dramatic after all.

[redorich]

(Hermit Canyon AU)

Eventually, the Hermit seems to get attached to Puffy. It makes sense- it's been trading gifts with her for months now, and has even shown itself to her a few times, albeit while invisible.

The other SMPers don't think much of it at first. The more curious members ask Puffy questions about The Hermit sometimes, but she knows little, so they quickly give up. Occasionally someone will try to explore the ridiculously trapped town, but they give up once it's obvious they're not getting in.

The trades grow more and more valuable, and one day Puffy opens her barrel to find a beacon, and enough iron to fully power it. She's stunned, naturally. To think the Hermit is so capable it can kill a Wither just to give a beacon away- she can barely believe it.

(In actuality, they cheesed it on the Nether roof, but she doesn't know that)

She does try to hide it, but word gets around, and after another few failed raids on the town (and some rumours that the Hermit can teleport), things settle down again, as much as they can on the SMP.

Then someone steals Puffy's beacon. {You decide who, because I. don't actually watch DSMP, admittedly.}

Puffy, naturally, is devestated- she can't imagine the work the Hermit put into getting it for her in the first place (the most time-consuming thing was getting the Wither skulls, and it wasn't even that bad). But there's not really much she can do, so she carries on.

Except, the next day, the thief wakes up to find their house full of chickens, Puffy's beacon missing, and every single empty space in their chests filled with strategically renamed light grey stained glass panes.

They go outside to find the entire contents of a cave spider spawner on their front lawn. Alongside a ravager. With speed potions. Renamed Pamela's Revenge.

(Cue half the SMP trying to find out who Pamela is)

Puffy, meanwhile, wakes to find her beacon back in its rightful place, and a beautifully terraformed garden outside her house (Scar accidentally detonated a creeper and naturally had to fix the hole...and then went a little overboard. But it's fine.)

op i want you to know that i considered just posting your ask, because it’s already So Good and practically a fic on its own, but i really wanted even more content so i wrote it myself. ANYWAY here’s sapnap’s terrible horrible no good very bad day xD

It’s risky, doing anything on the wide open Nether roof where anyone can see. Hell, using a beacon at all is risky for the Hermits. Still, they’ve got all sorts of farms and copious amounts of materials at their fingertips. They’re past early game, stuck in mid-game while they wait for Etho to scope out more locations, while they build the second Upside Down (which Grian has named the Upside-ier Down), while they build their joint bases miles out from civilization. 

Having a beacon would make the process faster, they reason to themselves. They certainly aren’t risking being discovered just because they’re bored and getting a beacon is an excuse to do something. And hell, Tango made that giant, super-efficient wither skeleton skull farm right next to his double blaze spawner farm, so they might as well mass-produce Nether stars by killing multiple Withers. It’s not that difficult.

On another note, it’s after they gift Puffy one of their many beacons, in addition to a kit of iron blocks for powering the beacon that the Hermits realize that while their gifts are increasing in expense, Puffy’s are... not. So, if Puffy’s around average in the Dream SMP economy, they’ve figured out where most players meet their limit. She hasn’t stopped dropping by, though, which is nice. Her gifts become increasingly handmade, in lieu of upping the ante on material wealth. The Hermits suppose that hand-crafted items have a value that extends past money. Each and every one of them has something that she’s made for them, whether it be a shawl, a blanket, a set of earrings, a bracelet, or a pair of socks.

Apparently the beacon is more of a Big Deal than the Hermits thought. After all, the rainbow castle has several. However, the Hermits realize that they’ve been shortsighted. While it is true that the rainbow castle has several beacons, the castle is the only place that they’ve seen any beacons.

Sapnap steals the beacon. He doesn’t particularly need it, but he wants it, and stealing is fun. Maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll even start another minor war over it. He hasn’t fought Puffy very much. He wonders if she can put up a good fight.

Puffy’s-- not distraught, but she’s upset. That was a gift from the Hermit, a friend who she’s been pulling out of its shell. She doesn’t have much use for a beacon, but then again, neither does Sapnap; he’s just a dick. Just in case, Puffy leaves a note with the rest of the items she leaves in her barrel:

Dear Hermit,

I’m very sorry for losing the beacon you gave me. I made the mistake of keeping it in a normal chest instead of an Ender chest, so Sapnap stole it. I should have seen that coming. I’ll try to get it back, but if I don’t, please know that I didn’t throw it away.

Thank you,

Puffy.

Sapnap wakes up in the middle of a lake. His mattress is floating, and when he tries to paddle back to shore (once he’s done screaming), the mattress tips over and he receives an unpleasant fishy wakeup call. He trudges into his house for a shower, and finds that the showerhead, as well as all his faucets, have been stuffed with ramen noodle seasoning. 

He looks in his chests for a bucket of water. The first chest he checks is not only full of light gray glass, but also trapped. When he opens it, pufferfish fall out of the ceiling and bounce around. He dies to their poison twice before they finally die. The next chest he opens also has light gray glass, no water buckets, and a trap. This one, though, only releases a metric fuckton of chickens into his house. It’s fine. This is fine.

As he looks through his chests, he realizes something. They’ve got glass in them, sure, and they’ve been raided of water buckets, but... the beacon is gone. None of his other items, like enchanted netherite tools or literal diamond blocks, have been stolen. Just Puffy’s beacon.

Whoever pranked him missed a bucket, so he promptly dumps it over his head in an effort to smell less like pond scum and spicy chicken noodles. It takes the whole day to get his base back in order: he’s got to clean out all the faucets, empty all the glass from his chests, throw out all the dead pufferfish, and slaughter chickens by the dozens.

He can’t sleep. Are you fucking kidding. He can’t sleep. A soft hiss catches his attention, only audible now that the quiet of night has fallen. Is there somehow an unlit cave under his base?

Nope. As he steps outside onto his front lawn, he sees a daylight detector near the door that he missed when he came inside this morning. The daylight detector seems to have released approximately fifteen bajillion cave spiders onto his lawn, and they’re all angry, so he shuts the front door in their faces and goes back inside. That’s a problem for tomorrow’s him.

Horns spear the wall right next to where Sapnap was standing five seconds ago. He yelps. What the fuck is a ravager doing on his front porch? And why the FUCK does it have speed potion particles?!

<Sapnap was slain by Pamela’s Revenge>

<Sapnap was slain by Pamela’s Revenge>

<Sapnap hit the ground too hard whilst trying to escape Pamela’s Revenge>

<Sapnap was slain by Cave Spider>

<Sapnap was slain by Pamela’s Revenge>

<Georgenotfound> who is pamela’s revenge

<Sapnap> ;RVAER

<Sapnap> HELP

<Sapnap> RAVEAGER

<Sapnap was slain by Pamela’s Revenge>

<Georgenotfound> good night sapnap :)

<Sapnap> GEORGE OYU BITCH HLEP ME

<Sapnap was slain by Pamela’s Revenge>

<Georgenotfound> zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

-------

Puffy sees a whole lot of nonsense in the chat when she wakes up in the morning, and promptly decides to ignore it. She goes about her morning as usual, heading out to her front porch to sip a cup of coffee in peace. 

She... has a garden now. Hm. That wasn’t there before. And come to think of it, neither was the beacon she lost.

“Thanks, Hermit,” she says with a smile.

-------

Stress sips a cup of tea, having breakfast in Grian’s rustic sitting room with a few of her fellow Hermits.

“D’ya think we went overboard?” she says.

“...Nah,” Cub says.

[yzkhr]

Third installment of the Love Language Miniseries

It might be OOC so please bear with me

Dedicated to the one who gave me this wonderful yet painful series idea @meitanteisachi!

-

Words of Affirmation- You get a thrill from receiving compliments and unexpected praise. You like it when others say they care about you or appreciate having you in their lives. You love feeling understood and receiving recognition for a job well done.

Shinichi trusts Ran a lot. But having a recent 'misunderstanding' along with being busy with his detective work and texting an apology yet receiving a slur of misspelled sentences with only the words 'Sonoko' and the name of a specific bar being decipherable, he can't help but worry and overthink.

(The name 'Kazuha' was readable as well and it did lessen his panic, but the reassurance he felt was nothing compared to Sonoko and her constant tricks that worsened when they became adults.)

Reaching the said bar on Rans' text message, he rushes inside and immediately dislikes the smell of mixed alcohols and smoke everywhere. Face indifferent, he passes through the dancing crowd and went straight to where he deduces his girlfriend to be.

Knowing Ran, she's not someone to go wild in such a tight place, nor does she appreciate the smell of cigarettes all over the dance floor. She would be somewhere comfortable and quiet enough to converse with Sonoko and Kazuha. Shinichi can't think of a better spot than the bartenders' counter.

And he was right.

There she was, in the middle of a familiar drinking blonde on her left and a brown haired woman on her right, reclined in her stool and mouthing words to her left side. Despite her back being the only thing he can see from where he's standing, he recognized it in an instant, having been familiar from the sight since childhood (her iconic hairstyle also helped).

Walking a little closer to be heard and putting his hands into his pockets, he calls out. "Ran."

The girls, save from the gulping heiress who ignores him, turns around and express the same visage upon seeing him. Rans' expression instantly change however, as her wide eyes and agape mouth closes and curls up into a smile.

"Shinichi!"

She stands up from her seat and walks over to him in an odd unbalanced manner. On a closer inspection, Shinichi noticed how her cheeks flushed a rather more healthy red than normal.

Raising an eyebrow, he opens his mouth to scold but his prepared reprimands die on his throat as Ran hugs him instead of just standing in front of him, her slender hands wrapped around his neck slowly, her feet tiptoeing as she concluded she wasn't tall enough to reach Shinichis' height.

He instinctively backs away from the unexpected warmth and weight, flustered and confused. Ran didn't even gave him the time to recover, leaning her head into the crook of his neck and sniffing it as he felt her sigh, successfully making his mind blank.

"You smell nice." she whispers, letting out a giggle as if entertained at her out of nowhere compliment while he stands there, frozen and left with no words to respond. Even after five years of being together, her effect on him stays consistent and powerful, similar to their first meeting.

Fortunately, he was brought out of his reverie by a familiar—not in a good way— smell of rum mixed into her natural sweet odor. From that, everything clicked. Her red face, wobbly walking and unexpected behavior finally made sense to him.

"You're drunk." he deduces as he looks down at his girlfriend who avoided eye contact by looking sideways and pouting, confirming her guilty.

"Sorry Kudo-kun," he redirects his gaze at the source of the voice, finding an apologetic Tooyama Kazuha. " We're the ones that invited her here and as you can see," her eyes went to Ran briefly before going back to him and continues sheepishly, "We kinda got carried away."

He expected the answer. After all, Ran rarely drinks, much less get drunk. She'd only really go all out when there's an important celebration or a really big problem, like a certain misunderstanding that may or may have not happened between the two of them.

"It's fine." he acquits as his eyes looks at anywhere but Kazuhas' green ones, unsure of how to ask. "Umm, did Ran told you anything concerning? Like if there's a huge problem or something?"

The Osakan woman's eyes widened and suspiciously travelled to Ran as if asking for permission, who in return tightened her grip around his neck to bring him down a little. Kazuha now seems to have an answer, glancing back at him.

"Nope, Ran-chan said nothing like that at all." with the way she puts up a tight lipped smile, it was obvious she was lying. "Besides, if there is an issue like that, why don't you ask her? I'm sure she'd tell you."

He wants to disagree, being aware of Rans' nature to he very considerate that she might dismiss the topic. But Shinichi really isn't fond of the idea of pressuring his bestfriends' girlfriend, so he didn't say anything. Besides, Kazuha was right, if there was anyone to ask about what is wrong, it would be his girlfriend.

"Yeah, you're right." he laughs and attempts to change the topic, not wanting to make the atmosphere awkward. "Anyways, it's pretty late. Want me to take you guys home?"

The brunette shakes her head and looks from behind. Shinichi follows her gaze, only to find Sonoko still on the counter and talking to someone on the phone. Her voice is so loud that it can mildly be heard from where they're standing.

"No thanks, it seems Sonoko-chan is already calling Makoto-kun to pick her up."

"It seems so," he now looks back to her. "How about you?"

"No need," she pulls out her phone, showing him her private chat with Hattori. "The ahou already texted he's on his way."

"And besides," Kazuha sends him a teasing look and an amused smile. "Even if we didn't have our boyfriends picking us up, you'll still get your hands full."

As if on cue, Shinichi was reminded of his girlfriend who's still clinging on to him, her constant breathing on his ear enough to make him go red, as if he's the one intoxicated.

He silently agrees to Kazuhas' statement.

-

Ran insists on walking home instead of getting a taxi. He protested but after being presented with the same adorable pleading look she always used on him back when he was Conan;wide eyes, pouty lips, and blushing cheeks, he was really left with no choice.

Now, they tread across the empty streets of Beika with the moon illuminating the area, Shinichi makes sure that his girlfriend doesn't trip from her quivering steps, choosing to carry her on his back, her arms hanging loosely around his neck while his hand secured on her thighs, assuring of no fall. The night serves peaceful, accompanied by a comfortable silence.

Until he decided to break it.

"Hey Ran--" he starts, wanting to ask her about the 'problem' he wasn't sure they're having, but was cut off by her instead.

"Ne, Shinichi?" her voice is a bit slurred but with his proximity, he heard it just fine. She seemed to have timed it when he decided to speak, deliberately avoid the questioning from him, concluding that something is wrong. He wanted to ignore her distraction and push further, but with Rans' current condition, he gives up and lets her get away.

"Hmm?"

"Did it hurt?" he stops walking in confusion at such a sudden question, prompting him to face her as she wears an innocent smile.

"What hurt?" he asks, not getting the point. It took him a few seconds to catch on to what her 'innocent smile' and question means, and he isn't exactly happy at the conclusion he got.

"Please no," he exclaims as she looks at him expectantly, really wanting to continue. he complains. "Isn't this supposed to be the other way around?"

A glare is all it took for him to know she's not giving up. However, Shinichi isn't going to comply so easily either.

"Let me guess, when I fell from heaven?" he teases her, ahead of the supposed pick up line she's about to say.

Instead of being angry however, Rans' smile widens more than before, not looking as innocent. "No."

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion he asks, "What?"

"When you fell for me."

He stares in disbelief. He had never expected such a cheesy pick up line to be even more cheesier than it already is and it honestly impresses him(in a bad way). Meanwhile, Ran looks way too proud of herself, a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Okay, you win." he states rather dejectedly and continues walking, wishing his surrender to be the end of her drunk flirting.

If he were to be completely honest, Shinichi somewhat expected Ran to do something crazy and uncharacteristic, since it isn't the first time for her to be this intoxicated. The last time, she sang random songs with the most intangible lyrics he had ever heard, her drunk singing voice comparable to his normal one. This time it's the same, only now it's sappy pick up lines instead of crappy lyrics( he isn't sure which one is worse).

"Shinichi," she starts again, and it was cue for Shinichi to pick up his pace to get home faster, and he did. But Ran is stubborn. She calls his name on repeat way too many times, that he has to stop and finally decides to listen.

"Alright, let's hear it and quickly take you home to your apartment because I'm already tired of this." he yields, defeated and weary. On the other hand, Rans' expression is the complete opposite, too cheerful and energetic like neon lights on a dark room.

"You know why you're tired?"

"Yeah because of your pick up--"

"Because you've been running through my mind all day long." she breaks into a laugh as he stops functioning, wondering how his girlfriend can be so witty and stupid at the same time whenever she drinks a lot more than usual.

He ponders if Kaito has something to do it. After all, there is no one better and worse at flirting with words than he is. Rans' are tolerable but maybe it's because he loves her so much that he does appreciate them, but they're still pretty bad.

He deadpans at her still cackling form just to express his emotions. "You know, other people will call you an idiot if they know you're doing this."

She pauses, her turn to be confused. "Just other people? What will you call me then?"

"My idiot who's doing this."

Her reaction is instantaneous. Her face blossomed a shade of crimson as she coughs, too taken aback while he tilts inwards, smirking at having to get back at her antics.

"That's not fair!" she whines, throwing daggers at him as she cough a little more.

"You started it." he yawns, the night catching on to him.

He really thought it was the end of it, but Ran always proves him wrong as she started once again. "Yeah, being good looking must be sooo tiring."

He really is impressed at how her mind can processed a mundane action and turn into a bad and cheesy pick up line. But he didn't become friends with the worst flirt in the world for nothing. Clearly not accepting defeat, he decides to play along. "Then you must be exhausted."

Her face turns into a blushing mess either from embarrassment or frustration or maybe even from both.

"Shinichi!"

And that's what they did until they got home. He truly was worried that there was something bothering Ran, but from the way she conversed and flirted with him(even though he's sure it's the alcohol talking), he was confident that if there was a problem, it isn't as bad as he expects it to be.

-

After an hour of throwing trashy jokes at each other, they finally made it to her apartment. He grabs the key he got from her earlier and opens the door, going straight to the sofa to put down his girlfriend.

Ran looks tired, eyes constantly blinking as she takes off her shoes, slower than it's supposed to be. She flops down on the couch, ready to doze off. Making sure she won't fall off, he strides into the kitchen to get some water.

Going back in the living room with a glass, he now finds her sitting instead of her laid down position a minute ago. She's dazed, eyes dead set on the table across as her brows intensely furrow as if trying to figure something out.

"Here you go," he sits down beside her, offering the water. He watches her drink it languidly, attentive to her every move. After finishing and putting it back on the table with a thud, Ran stands up, a hand on her throat.

"What's wrong?" he asks as the panic becomes visible on her visage, eyes roaming everywhere.

"I think I'm gonna throw up," as if on signal, she makes a strained sound while Shinichi rushes her inside the bathroom, certain that Ran won't appreciate walking into her living room with vomit all around it.

Upon reaching the toilet, Shinichi lets her bend over it and finally lets out everything she ate and drank that day as he soothes her back, stroking it back and forth. He also holds her hair up just make sure it doesn't get in the way.

"Are you okay?" he tilts his head in confusion as she turns around now done with her task, eyes watering slightly.

"I'm hungry." he sighs, having predicted it. He isn't the best at cooking, but letting his girl cook for herself while still being a bit visually impaired and losing her self balance every now and then sounds like the worst decision he can make in this situation.

"Fine. I'll make you something." hearing such words, Ran wipes her tears and beams at him. He leads her out of the restroom, leaving her on the couch and heading to the kitchen to cook at least a soup just to quench her hunger.

A few minutes passed and he comes back to a yawning Ran, with a hot and steamy soup laying in his hands. She offers him a drowsy smile, and he gives a knowing one in return.

"Here," he places the bowl on the table in front her and Ran takes it leisurely. She takes a chunk of food and blows at it, in the hopes of lessening the heat. Satisfied, she puts it on her mouth and makes a noise, glancing at him.

"It tastes good!" he chuckles and shakes his head in disapproval. "Thanks but, I'm pretty sure it only taste like that because you're drunk."

He leans in the wall as he watches her consume the soup with gusto, making his heart swell. When Ran finally eats half of it, he speaks out.

"Seriously, what made you drink so much like that?" despite the high chance that she won't answer, he still gives it a try.

After hearing no response, the detective sighs and looks away, deciding to let it slide and thinks that he'll just try again tomorrow.

But it looks like that he doesn't have to.

"It's Shinichi's fault." she said it so casually and quietly, but it didn't get pass his ears. Shock at the fact that she replied and at the specific retort, he looks back and stares at her.

"Eh?"

"It was Sonoko's little dare," she finishes the rest of the food without care and continues, "She told me how you're always so indifferent and said to make you blush or whatever. But, you you were so busy with the case that I didn't even had the chance and just gave up."

He was left dumbfounded. The events three days ago went back to him in a flash. All of Ran's little glances, her stuttering words, and even her hold on him before he left after taking her home finally made sense.

'That Sonoko!' he twitches his eyebrow in annoyance. He really should've seen that coming. If there was anyone this world who could think such an idea, it would be none other than their childhood friend.

He attempts to talk, but she beats him to it.

"But, now that I think about it, I really dont mind Shinichi being busy like that," she's now looking at him, a smile plastered on her blushing face, sign of still being under the influence of the alcohol. "After all, I really love Shinichi's face whenever he solves a case. Shinichi's eyes always lights up, like it's alive and burning. As if seeing a world no one else knows."

"Whenever Shinichi solves a case, he helps a lot of people. And it's amazing to know, that tons of people are alive right now—because of Shinichi." she rambles on, calling his name too many times as if she's only talking to herself, like he isn't standing right there at all to listen.

Her voice, despite being slurred holds honesty in them that didn't make the current condition of his heart any better as he's hearing her compliment him.

"I guess that just means, that I really love Shinichi." she laughs at her own words, finding such a revelation amusing.

Meanwhile, Shinichi stands there having only two things in his mind; that Ran is really drunk, and that he's just glad the dare is over. Because if it wasn't, with the way he feels his face burning right now, he was sure Ran would've absolutely won it.

[hinatastinygiant]

Show & Tell - Six

After hearing Gojo talk to Nanami about your life like it meant absolutely nothing, you feel rage begin to boil up inside of you. By the time you approach the curse, the red energy sprouting from inside you is in full force.

You run at the curse, leaving behind a cracked ground from where you placed pressure on your foot although you don't realize it.

When you go to hit the curse, it flings its arm out at you and you're knocked down onto your side. You feel your head spinning as you sit up. You look over to where Gojo is and see that he's watching with absolutely no expression; both of his hands in his pockets. It does leave you with a bit of relief that Nanami looks worried. You hope that perhaps he'd step in if things start to go south.

Once again you run up to the curse. This time as it goes to hit you, you slide past its legs and knock it to the ground. The curse falls onto its back.

"Hmph," you say as you stand up and walk towards its head. I guess it wasn't that bad after all.

When you stop, you place one of your feet onto its face and smash it as hard as you can. Then, before you're able to do it a second time, you hear clapping as footsteps approach you. You turn to yourself and see Gojo happily approaching you.

"Are you happy now?" you ask while panting, already out of breath.

Gojo shrugs, his hands still in his pockets as he draws near. You watch as he bends down and examines the curse.

"You did alright," he admits, "but it's not dead."

On cue with Gojo's words, the curse begins to lift its arm in attempt to grab you. But by some miracle, it's sliced off instead. When you look up to see what had happened, you see Nanami standing before you with a strange-looking sword.

"Are you alright?" he asks, to which you nod in response.

Gojo sighs at the interaction. "Nanami, you always have to ruin the fun, don't you?"

Fun?!

"I didn't want to see Y/N die, that's all."

"What, um, grade was that curse?" you ask Nanami, ignoring whatever Gojo is doing.

"I'd say grade two," he replies.

You stare at Nanami with confusion, absolutely shocked. You were convinced that the curse was something higher.

It hit me pretty hard, too.

"So is that what we came here to do?" you turn to Gojo and ask.

"Nope," he says plainly. "That was just your warm up."

You scrunch up your nose, getting increasingly angry with him yet again. The red energy releases from your body in a fury.

"Calm down," Gojo laughs. "You're not anywhere near ready to take me on."

With that said, you watch as Gojo comes close to you. He pats your shoulder a couple times before walking past you. As he does, the red energy fades from view.

You continue your walk through the abandoned building with Gojo and Nanami, keeping light conversation with the latter until he asks how you found out about your cursed ability.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure," you admit.

You look up at Gojo and see that he's slowed down his walking a bit. It could be to listen to what you have to say, though you don't pay him much mind.

"It just kind of showed up one day and after that I started noticing weird things which I now suppose were curses."

"Do you think you possibly did something to gain the curse like Itadori did with Sukuna's fingers?" Nanami thinks aloud.

Gojo shakes his head. "No," he replies as if the answer was obvious.

How can he know for sure? Is it because I don't have those strange markings like Yuuji has on his face?

"It's more likely that something even less common happened. I think that Y/N herself is the curse," Gojo tells the two of you.

"No," you shake your head, "that can't be possible."

"I'm just saying if you did have a new curse within you like Yuuji, it probably would have shown itself by now or done something to make you aware of its presence. But nothing like that has ever happened to you, right?" he asks.

"No..."

"See, well then you're the curse," he states blankly.

He really didn't need to say it like that.

"Wait," Nanami interrupts. "I can sense loads more of cursed energy coming towards us now."

Gojo sighs. "You just noticed that, Nanamin? Well I guess that means it's time to put Y/N to work again. You ready?" he chuckles.

"Why the hell have I got to do this by myself?" you ask worriedly.

"I told you before," he shakes his head. "It's part of your training."

Before you can yell at Gojo for his idiotic statement, a loud crashing noise fills the room. Your first reaction is to gasp loudly at the sound; this is new to you after all.

"Don't be scared," Gojo says as he waves you over to him. "Go kill the bad curse." He smiles widely as you approach him. "And if you don't, I'll have to kill you."

"Is that a threat?" you ask through narrowed eyes.

"No, no. Just go do what you need to do and let Gojo-Sensei do his assessing."

What an ass, you think as you huff and walk away from him.

"Y/N if you need help just tell me," Nanami calls out.

"Thanks," you wave as you continue to approach the curse, "but I can do this on my own."

Gojo claps his hands together. You can practically feel the smirk radiating off his face. "That's a good curse!" he sings to you.

"My name is Y/N," you yell back at him. "Don't call me curse like that!"

Whatever Gojo says after that, you don't bother listening to. You've got a job ahead of you and you want to get it over with as quickly as possible so you can turn around and kick Gojo's ass next. If it's anything like the last one, it shouldn't be too unbearable.

Looking at this next curse, it looks a lot more human than the last. You watch as it then gets down on all fours and begins charging at you.

Yep, definitely not a person, you squeak as you watch it run at full speed towards you.

Not sure what to do in such little time, the curse is able to make contact with your body and knock you into a nearby wall. When it finally backs off, you struggle with your breathing.

"Dammit," you choke out before coughing up a decent amount of blood. "This guy's a lot harder than the last."

next chapter

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[kvotheunkvothe]

Last night I had another maze dream.

I began in a doctor's office, and they hooked my hands up to tubes to watch the blood flow through, basically showing how every time I raised my hands, the blood would flow to a trickle since my circulation was such shit. "So, don't use your hands too much right now," they said. Which. Okay. Sure.

I made my way back to my car, which took me a twisty route first through the hospital and then through the streets until I got to where my car was boxed in by this truck. Like, my side mirror was actually hooked on, and the car had to be dragged into a side street just to get it clear, all the while the truck driver is calling ME rude. I'm annoyed, of course, because now I'm off the streets I "know" in the dream world, and I figure, okay, I'll just do a kind of box-loop with turns.

Only this takes me into a kind of "industrialized" section of town, with all these rickity pallets to raise the street out of mud, and towers of junk like from Wall-E. And I can't find any way to make a left turn. I finally get to this section where these workers are unloading truckloads of jeans in a dust storm, and I for some reason think, okay, my uncle's here (???) so I can leave my car.

Cue me, 30 minutes later, wandering in an increasing maze of consumerism, when I come across this junkman who's kind of fused to his truck? And he says he can take me back to the entrance, but he keeps driving in circles while lecturing me about not being grateful enough for his help and how I need to grab the good junk to keep in the back with me. But, like, MY HANDS ARE FUCKED UP, and he's got these dogs who keep jumping in the truck with me carrying gross body parts that are rotting inside of jean material. Finally, I see the junkman is heading to take me into this lower level, and so, nope, I peace out and lock the gated entrance behind him. Which is a good thing, because I could hear his echoing voice speaking to "mother" and begging her forgiveness and then screaming in pain. So, uh, fuck him.

By this point, I decide to strike out on my own. There was a sector of the trash kingdom that belonged to these Jean People, who fought over territory and lived entirely in towers made of piled on jeans. Very dusty area, and I was finished with everyone's shit by now, so I just ignored their fighting and headed into their inner sanctum where the trash was piled highest. One of their leaders was trying to rally people up for another attack, but the people nearest me gave me a hand by steadying the piles of pants or offering a shoulder to scramble up to get a good view from the top of the heap of junk. And we were all a little startled, I think, to see just how big this trash empire was. Like, I could just barely make out the city in one direction, so that's the way I was going to go, but these other people (who got trapped here) were pretty discouraged.

Well, it was as I was on my way out of the Jean People lair I overheard their leader on a short-wave radio, coordinating with those workers I'd seen going in. Bastard was in cahoots with them, helping build up more jean towers so people couldn't find their way out (maybe this was a comment on consumerism). And I was just trying to convince some people to hide with me and follow the truck back after the next shipment of jeans when I woke up.

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Enzo St. John x Maria DeLuca | Michael Quinn x Maggie James

Glancing up at the flashing neon sign above, Enzo doubts himself. Those damn travellers were so cryptic before they decided to spontaneously combust. The only thing they left behind was a note to him.

Find her. Roswell, New Mexico. Wild Pony.

For years, the thought of finding Maggie once he was finally free--because he was sure he would be, someday, somehow--was one of the only things that kept him going through it all. To thank her. To see that she got the life she deserved; a life full of love and happiness. A human life.

But a bar? She wanted to help people. He takes another quick look at the note, but sure enough, the sign reads the same name beneath the flashing image of a cowboy riding a horse.

Stuffing the slip of paper back into his jacket pocket, he shuts his car door and walks across the gravel to the entrance. He pulls the door open and steps inside.

The room's lit with soft lights, almost dim, just enough to feel welcoming. Chatter from the locals fills the air, a chuckle here or there from the tables. The quiet clatter of a pool cue hitting a ball over to his left, followed by a triumphant cheer and some lighthearted arguing.

He immediately decides that it's preferable over the Grill. Though perhaps that's because he's still unfamiliar here. Make a few enemies, specifically out of the bartender, and then it'll probably feel the same.

Not moving from the doorway, his eyes dart all across the room. They sweep from left to right, to right to left, taking in every face. None belonging to an elderly lady.

Disappointment sweeps through him briefly. Probably for the best, he thinks as the loud-mouthed rednecks at the pool table spout some distasteful language.

Ignoring them, he finally moves, making his way up to the back of the bar. Maybe the travellers sent him here to find one of her relatives, perhaps her child. Though he has no idea if he'd even recognize Maggie now, never mind a descendant of hers.

But when he reaches the bar and seeks out someone who'll be able to give him something to ease his frustrations, he stops dead. Proven wrong, it would seem, because he instantly recognizes the woman behind the bar, caught in the middle of a playful conversation with a rather tipsy man on a stool.

Except it's impossible. Not a feature has changed. She looks as young as the day he compelled her to forget him and walk out without ever looking back. Those dark eyes, so soft yet filled with life like a blazing match. The curve of her lips, that smile that filled his mind to replace the darkness everytime he closed his eyes.

It isn't possible. The only way...

His heart drops. He can't even stomach the thought. Compelling Maggie was meant to protect her, to keep her as far away from his world as possible. Unless she found another vampire more willing to turn her without knowing.

No. He refuses to believe that. But the proof is right there, undeniable. A relative, he tells himself. A daughter with an uncanny resemblance to her mother.

She notices him at last, her eyes flicking over to him. Straightening up and abandoning ber conversation in the process, she shoots him a warm, friendly smile that makes his throat close up.

"All right there?" she asks with a slight chuckle, eyeing him. "You look lost. Or like you've seen a ghost. Neither one uncommon here, surprisingly."

Enzo doesn't know what to say. He realizes she doesn't recognize him. Nothing in her expression or her eyes tells him she has the faintest idea who he is. Of course not, he chides himself. Because she's not Maggie.

"New in town, I take it?" she continues on anyway, apparently unbothered by his lack of response. "I know all of the local's faces; I should, considering I've lived here my whole life."

Something comes loose in his chest. Her whole life. Maggie wasn't from Roswell. There's a sinking feeling inside of him that he can't ignore no matter how he tries.

"Your whole life?" he hears himself ask faintly, forcing an interested smile onto his face. "Must really like this town."

The woman shrugs. "It's my home. But" --she leans both hands on the bar, grinning at him now with that same spark in her eyes-- "with an accent like that, I can see I was right in saying it's not yours."

Enzo huffs out a chuckle and nods. "You caught me. I've visited before, though. Couple times, long time ago."

Her eyebrows furrow the tiniest bit and her head tilts in curiosity as she stares at him. He can see her trying to recall him.

"Weird," she says after a beat. "I feel like there's no way I would forget someone like you..."

She trails off somewhat pointedly, expecting an introduction. He opens his mouth to give it despite his better judgment, but she beats him to it, holding a hand up to stop him.

"Wait, hold on, I'm psychic. Let me take a shot at this."

Her eyes are wide and excited, and he can barely bring himself to be fazed by the claim of being psychic. There's a snort from down the bar from the man she'd been talking to.

She rolls her eyes but otherwise ignores him, her attention fixated on Enzo. Keeping their gazes locked, her eyes narrow. It's taking everything in him not to give anything away. If she's really psychic, somehow, then that won't be a problem.

"I think that... your name is... Michael." As soon as the name falls from her lips, there's a guffaw from her friend and she groans. "Oh, tell me I'm wrong."

But Enzo's heart has stopped again. Michael was the name he had on his file when she was working at Augustine. Dr. Whitmore had taken him from the Air Force, while he was still under his alias of Captain Michael Quinn. It's what Maggie knew him as him until he confessed his real name a few months before she left.

"Just can't get me off your mind, can you, DeLuca?" her friend says, evidently enjoying himself a great deal. He turns to Enzo. "I'm Michael, by the way. The person that the lovely Maria here claims to despise, and yet..."

He waves a hand as if providing all the evidence he needs to make his point. Maybe that's it, Enzo thinks, and his mind catches the name this Michael uses. Maria. Not Maggie. Similar but not the same. Maria DeLuca, by the sounds of it. Not James.

Maria scoffs and aims the towel in her hand at Michael, who merely laughs and dodges the blow of it.

"Ignore him," she tells Enzo, turning back to him.

He laughs it off as well. "That's okay. Maria, was it?"

She nods, her lips pressing together in a smile again. "That's right, mysterious stranger whose name is definitely not Michael. Sorry about that. Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong. It happens."

Part of him is tempted to tell her she's not wrong. After all, he was Michael for over ten years. Who's to say that means it isn't still part of his identity?

"Well, it is my middle name, so not entirely wrong," he decides to say. "I'm Lorenzo. People usually just call me Enzo."

Maria's face lights up, her smile brightening. "Middle name is good enough for me. And it's nice to meet you, Enzo. So, what can I get for you?"

"Er, just a bourbon, please."

He hesitates, then takes a seat on one of the stools. His eyes stay glued to her as she pours him a bourbon. How is this even possible?

Doppelgangers exist. He knows that far too well from his brief time in Mystic Falls, but that was a curse. Maggie was never in the middle of some two-thousand-year-old love affair involving vengeful travellers. As far as he's aware.

Maria sets the glass down in front of him. He thanks her and slides the money over before taking a long drink. At this rate, he's going to need a lot more than one glass.

"So, Enzo," Maria says, and pain spikes through his heart at hearing that same voice say his name again after all these years. "What brings you to our lovely but ultimately boring little town? Is it the aliens?"

He can't help but laugh at that. Once upon a time, it was in fact the aliens that brought him here.

"No, no, though I wouldn't mind seeing a few," he jokes, and is pleased when she laughs, too. He then sighs. "But I'm looking for someone. A woman I used to know. We... lost touch for a while."

Maria frowns. "Oh. Well, what's her name? Like I said, I know everyone in this town. If she's been here, I'll remember."

He stares at her for a moment. I'll remember. Something about the way she says it sends a shiver through him.

"Maggie James," he says before he can process he's doing it. "Her name's Maggie James."

For the briefest flicker of a moment after he says it, he admittedly expects recognition to flash across her face and for her to say that's her mother's name. Or an auntie. Someone in her family, something to explain this, because he can't think of a single logical explanation otherwise.

But her eyes stay blank and distant, still frowning. Then he notices that her frown has actually deepened. More thought than required for remembering a name of a stranger you met once or twice. And the blank look in her eyes is too blank, like they've glazed over, completely detached from reality.

Enzo's heartbeat quickens. Her expression twitches. It's a tiny movement, invisible to the human eye. But he catches it, and everything crashes down inside of him. It's the look of someone trying to unearth a memory buried beneath layers of compulsion. Just below the surface but forever unreachable.

Then she blinks, and it's as if she's thrust back into her body. She straightens up a little too quickly, her eyes wide and dazed. But alert. And lost.

"Nope," she says, and shakes her head, reverting back to her casual composure from before. "Sorry. Doesn't ring any bells."

He can hear the lie in her voice. Feel it from her. It did ring a bell, just one she couldn't quite hear. Muffled by his own doing. Or something else, he just wouldn't know what. It can't just be his compulsion. It doesn't explain why she'd still be this young, why she has a completely different identity and life. None of it makes sense.

"Don't worry about it," he tells her, plastering on another careful smile. "I'm sure I'll find her."

He doesn't know why, but it feels like the truth. Something tells him he won't have to look far. It's just more complicated now, is all. But when has he not loved a few complications here and there? They're what make things interesting.

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Lia I can't stop laughing thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ Can I get some Remy and/or Patton headcanons? (not necessarily romantic or even with them interacting, just headcanons about either of them) My day was fine but my evening has been Decidedly Not so far (except for like,, 5 minutes where my brain was like 'you look pretty! Okay, now it's time to feel like crying for no reason and have a song you don't like stuck in your head')

I’ll Fite your brain for you

Also I know I could have left them separate but,,,,,,,,,, sleepality

I acknowledge now that this is less hcs more an AU. Because apparently I’ m real bad with hcs. Sorry in advance.

Remy is Bad Boy. Nothing gets to him. He’s got shades inside and a leather jacket in any weather. He’s Aloof.

So, no, he isn’t blushing just because Patton waved at him. No, he’s not stumbling over his words because Patton giggled in a way that was too cute to be human. He is decidedly not completely swept off his feet just by Patton smiling softly, sweetly, happily at him.

Nope. Not at all.

Patton is just a happy-go-lucky boi who wants the world to smile with him!

He likes to bake, and he’ll often carry around whatever pastries he baked the night before to hand out to anyone who’ll take one!

He’s known throughout the school. He’s just so damn fluffy and sweet. He got lost on his way to class one time, stumbled into a back room where some of the school’s toughest kids (bullies) were smoking and doing other generally not school friendly things

He offered them his donuts while he smiled and apologized and asked for direction to room 304

He knew all their names, didn’t look annoyed or frightened, just embarrassed for getting lost

Since then he’s been more or less off-limits to be picked on; messing with him gets you ganged up on by EVERYONE

It’s a very good thing that Patton’s sugary sweet because he honestly has too much power in the school

They first ran into each other (literally) in a hallway during passing

Remy wasn’t paying attention to where he was going until suddenly there’s a warm body slamming into his and multiple things falling

He bends down because his sunglasses got knocked off, reaching around blindly, grabs them just as someone else does (so cliched, I know, shh), looks up with a huff of annoyance because he doesn’t have time for this bs-

Turns out? It isn’t bs

He knows Patton by sight, of course, everyone in the school does, but he’s never seen him properly, it seems

Patton is... Patton’s literally glowing, Remy has to think, how his cheeks are a bright, rosy, beautiful red and his skin is sun-kissed golden like he’s a treasure built by gods and his hair is curly and bouncy and light brown with streaks of light bright bouncing blue

Everything about Patton screams- no, it doesn’t scream, it energetically but lovingly tells you- living, loving, bouncy and free and amazing

Remy is star-struck- after all, the sun (who is currently kneeling, personified, in front of him) is a star

Patton laughs, and somehow his laugh glows to, is warm like fresh-baked cookies and easy smile, and apologizes, jokingly saying he needs to look where he’s going, pushing the shades back into Remy’s grasp as he collects his papers

Remy manages to come to his senses enough to help with the pick-up, which he normally would never do, shuffling the papers together as he tried not to look directly at Patton as he handed them back

Patton thanked him with a smile that could have melted the Artic and pressed a cupcake into his hand, the bright yellow frosting on top dashed with black streaks to form a simply perfect smiley face, before hurrying off to his class

Remy remained standing in the hallway, looking at the cupcake held in one hand, glasses clutched in his other hand, a stupid stupid smile quickly spreading across his face and stretching cheeks that were burning

He missed his class and he didn’t care

He had a problem to deal with

Cue: Remy suddenly realizing he sees Patton a lot more often than he thought, and now that he realizes he shares a school building with the sun, with the embodiment of sunshine, with an angel who came to walk among humans as the ultimate sacrifice and brought his halo with him- brought it in his grin and laugh and personality, brought it in his treats and the way he touched people even with just a moment shared- realizing that makes it a LOT HARDER to just ignore him

He’s the definition of a mess. His carefully crafted attitude of never-caring is falling to pieces in front of him. He needs to ignore Patton but... he doesn’t want to. Gods help him, Remy wants to chase that pile of fluff and chat with him as he walked to class and eat lunch with him and if he gets burned up in the other’s inhuman heat than it would be a beautiful way to go

It takes longer than it should for him to get over himself, weeks and nearly months of stumbling over everything he did while in Patton’s presence, to the point that pat probably thinks he’s a weirdo at this point, but finally Remy does it: he askes Patton if he can eat lunch with him. One time. One day. It’s small but it’s something and Remy needs something if he’s going to survive what he has quickly identified as a crush

The lunch is FANTASTIC- Patton is giggly and happy and fun to talk to, and Remy’s able to hold himself together just a little, if only to make this count; bantering with Patton with his snark, though it’s softer around Patton; sweeter, less condemning

When it’s over, he’s a little sad- but that’s okay. Remy ate lunch with Patton and it had been everything he could have hoped so, yep, he was good now, out of his system, this was definitely how crushes worked

Except... Patton found him out the next day, asking if they could eat lunch together again. And again. And again and again and again until they just ate lunch together, no questions, and sometimes on Wednesdays they ‘break’ into the school’s chem lab and Patton pulls ingredients out of his bag and they make mini treats while the chem teacher ‘doesn’t’ supervise and ‘doesn’t’ chuckle and roll his eyes when something inevitably sets on fire (Remy’s doing, always, not that anyone really minds)

(Yes the chem teacher is Logan)

And one day Remy’s chuckling as he helps Patton pat down the table he has, for the seventh time, managed to set on fire, and Patton runs out to get some paper towels from the bathroom (some batter spilled in the mess) and Mr. Logan says something like ‘this takes me back’

Remy: ‘oh, yeah? you burn a lot of tables in your youth, Mister?’

Logan: ‘not exactly, but... well, me and Virgil (aka Mr. Emo Weirdo, who has walked in on every single one of Logan’s classes at some point, mostly to offer wrong answers to questions that are at least half of the time poorly veiled flirts) used to break into the science classrooms and make rather dangerous concoctions when we were in high school. off dates, I suppose, but when young and in love...’

Remy: ‘...what’

The conversation falls into confused Logan saying that Remy and Patton are dating, yes, it’s exactly what it looks like...

Remy’s mortified. He’s not dating! That would be- well that would be great actually- but he’s not dating him! That’s... that’s impossible!! He’s not... Patton would never want him, sweet sweet Patton who shines bright enough to light the world, they can’t be dating, it would never happen

Before anything more can be said Patton’s back and everything’s back to normal... or is it?

Remy starts hanging out with Patton less, worried he’s sending bad signals, or taking advantage of the sunshine, or something

Tbh... Logan thinking they were dating, and him considering that as a reality... it was amazing. He had never been happier.

But Patton wouldn’t want him, it wouldn’t be right, so he had to move on before his heart got broken and it was all his damn fault

Patton’s upset, and worried. what changed? Why is Remy avoiding him? Did he say something?

Patton finally corners Remy and it all spills out. Remy admitted he’s been crushing since day one, that dating Patton would be... would be incredible, but Patton’s just his friend, that’s all they are, he’s sorry he got ahead of himself or acted too close or anything-

Patton’s been steadily getting closer to him as he speaks, Remy’s words coming out quicker the closer they are, until Patton’s right in front of him and Remy’s breath is caught in his throat but he has to pretend it isn’t because it isn’t fair

But then Patton...

‘can I kiss you?’

Remy says yes so quickly it’s almost as if he had seen the question coming

The kiss is... it’s warm as freshly baked brownies and as sweet as them, it’s softer than just-washed blankets and as lovely as the first lilies of spring

Most importantly it’s with Patton, both of them holding each other, arms having wrapped around the other at some point, secure and soft and warm and, because it’s with Patton, utterly perfect