#hopefully no one ever searches my laptop

[palebluebirdearthquake]

Just as Shawn was considering whether nail polish was the next step to complement Veronica’s look, someone pulled open the bedroom door and rushed in. “Shawnie, I was just thinking ...” Cory starts babbling and suddenly stops mid-sentence when he notices the figure in front of the mirror. ... When Cory accidentally discovers Shawn's secret hobby, their relationship takes a major turn.

[aliaology]

OBSESSED

SUMMARY: you and jack had been dating for around nine months now, and recently his ex has been coming back around. this causes you to go on a social media stalking rampage, and soon you become a little obsessed with her.

PAIRINGS: jack hughes x fem!reader

WARNINGS: social media stalking, shit talking exes, use of jenna and nicole (nicole is a real person tho!!! bratters gf), use of (y/n)

if i told you how much i think about her, you’d think i was in love. and if you knew how much i looked at her pictures, you would we’re best friends.

It wasn’t hard to figure out who jack’s ex was. The way he seemed to barely look her way when one of his teammates brought up the fact she was at the game. Instead of sporting a devils jersey, like she used to, she was wearing a rangers jersey, and holding a sign for a rangers player.

it also wasn’t hard to immediately become jealous of her when jack’s teammates talked about how she used to always show up to games. it almost made you feel.. belittled. especially because you had a job, you couldn’t always make jacks games, but he understood that.

by the time the game ended and you sat on a bench, waiting for jack, you’d already find yourself scrolling through her instagram. you looked at every picture, how she was such a pretty blonde. short, tan, blonde, the stereotypical puck bunny. but she knew puck.

for the next fifteen minutes— she stayed on your mind.

‘cause i know her star sign, i know her blood type, i’ve seen every movie she’s been in and god she’s beautiful. i know you loved her, and i know i’m butt hurt— but i can’t help it, no i cant help it.

of course as soon as you and jack got home, you began to search her up online. so invested in your research, when you and jack ‘went to bed,’ you carefully snuck out of the man’s arms and back to your laptop.

she was an actress, of course she was an actress. she starred in a few movies, she was amazing. you bit your nail before quickly exiting the tabs as you heard your boyfriend’s footsteps.

“baby what are you doing up? it’s 12:44, come back to bed.” he spoke, hand rubbing his eyes.

you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your body pressing against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

“sorry love, i was just finishing up work.” you lied.

jack just hummed and the two of you went back to your bedroom. your mind began to cloud with thoughts, thoughts of her and jack. did jack treat her the exact same way he treated you? was anything special or was it shared? you know he loved her at one point, but now he loved you, so why stay butt hurt?

i’m so obsessed with your ex, uh huh. i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed, and i can feel it. i’m staring at her, like i wanna get hurt. and i remember every detail you have ever told me, so be careful baby. IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOUR EX!

it was the second game against the rangers, this time and away game. the blonde was sat in the regular stands while you were in the WAGs suite. you could see her from where you sat, and your eyes burned holes in the back of her head.

thats the woman who had jacks heart before you, the woman who slept on your side of the bed, the woman who cheated on him twice. oh you knew a lot— especially from what jack told you.

“she cheated on me with some guy on the rangers— a real work of art, both of them.” jack told you.

you didn’t realize you were zoning out until nicole, one of the other WAGs, placed a hand on your shoulder.

“you alright there lovie? you seem to be staring at something down there a little too hard.” she asked.

your eyes flickered to her. “yeah im fine— just zoned out. when i get too excited it happens.”

nicole smiled. “well— hopefully our boys can kick the rangers ass. im tired of jenna constantly texting me to rub it in my face that we lost. im not even her friend.”

jenna was jacks ex. that was her name, jenna. she was still texting some of the devils girls? even after everything? you almost laughed, but instead you out on a confused look.

“jenna?” you pretended not to know her.

“oh shes jacks ex— we can’t stand her, especially after what she did to the boy.” nicole told you.

good to know.

she’s got those lips, she’s got those hips, the life of every fuckin’ party. she’s talented, she’s good with kids, she even speaks kindly about me..

the devils won, which called for a celebration in some random club. even though you were still in new york, people congratulated the team on the win. maybe they hated the rangers too, or they were islander fans. you didn’t really expect some of the rangers to show up though, and especially not jenna.

her lips popped with the bright red lip stick she adorned. her hips swayed with every step she took in that mini silver dress. in that moment, she became the life of the party. in that moment, you felt your hands wrap around your body.

that didn’t last for long though, especially not when jack was there. his body pressed against yours as you both danced to the music. his hands gripping your waist, your arms slung around his neck. the sloppy kisses he pressed to your jaw. you had this, she didn’t.

but she had to ruin it. “wow you are so pretty!” her voice rang out. this caused jack to slowly, irritatedly pull away. your hands fell down to his arms as the smile on your face slowly turned fake.

“oh thank you.. uh do i know you?” jacks hand squeezed your waist.

jenna gave a look to jack, which you caught, before looking back at you. “one of jacks exes. you are?” she spoke.

“his girlfriend.”

and i know you love me, and i know it’s crazy.. but every time you call my name, i think you mistake me for her. you both have moved on, you don’t even talk. but i can’t help it, i got issues, i can’t help it baby.

“(y/n), baby?” jacks voice rang through the apartment. your body tensed slightly as his voice, scared that maybe he said the wrong name and that maybe you were just another jenna.

“(y/n)? have you seen my shirt?” he spoke loudly.

you sighed through your nose, “which one?”

jacks footsteps padded on the floor. you hid a smile as you sat at the kitchen island. you expected him to speak, but instead his arms wrapped around you from behind, causing you to let out a laugh.

“well it seems to be right here, isn’t that right?” he pinched at the fabric that draped over your body.

you feigned a look of innocence. “oh, you meant this one?” you smiled.

“when did you put this one on, pretty girl?” he asked you.

“it was the first shirt i found this morning. i dont find it to be too endearing walking around naked.”

jacks lips met the side of your neck, as his hands ran up and under his shirt that you wore. “mm, i dont know, i think that would be pretty nice.”

you let out a laugh as your hand reached back to play with his hair. “and let some random people see me? no thank you.”

“i guess you’re right, wouldn’t want anyone to see whats for my eyes only.” he spoke.

you hummed, feeling his kisses move to your jaw and become sloppier. “lets take this shirt off you, shall we?”

your thoughts disappeared as he dragged you to your room. there was no way he didn’t love you, not after the way he just worshipped you. oh no, he was yours, but his ex was still someone who made you worry.

is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? do you think about her? no, im fine, it doesn’t matter tell me, is she easy-going? never controlling? well-traveled? well read? oh god, she makes me so upset! im so obsessed with your ex!

as jack left for practice, you couldn’t help but wonder about his ex. the last few questions that ran through your mind. she wasn’t friends with nicole or any of the girls, but what about his friends? her and trevor followed each other, same with her and cole.

does jack think about her often? last night at the club she seemed to piss him off by coming up to you both, maybe thats all? maybe he thinks about how much he hates her? or maybe he misses her— oh god was she good in bed?

was she easy-going? you were easy-going. so who cared. never controlling? you werent that controlling, the only thing you didnt want jack doing was liking random models pictures, and that was a set boundary because he said the same thing about random male models or hockey players (besides friends of course— for the both of you).

god jenna barely did anything to you and she made you so upset. pissed— frustrated, made you wanna pull your hair out.

you were obsessed.

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[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.

c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut next part!! mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, abby is readers mean ex (abby lovers im sorry, i still love her) angst, body dysmorphia, fatphobia, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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“hey did you hear about the music festival in town this weekend?” your friend, liliana, asks, making you wake up from the trance your computer put you in. you and liliana had been friends prior to college, meeting in your honors anatomy class in high school. with a similar career goal in mind, you two decided to go to the same college and become roomates. you two had been in your towns coffee shop for hours, trying to finish an assignment your biology professor gave you two.

“there’s a festival here? nobody ever comes out here.” you reply. nobody has ever done any concerts, festivals, or performances in your town. it was so small, they wouldn’t make enough profit so it just didn’t seem worth the trip. the only performances you ever saw were done by drunken men in your college bar.

“yeah! i don’t really know anyone that’s going though. it’d be nice to check out!”. she scrolls to find a post advertising the festival, with a list of who’s going. to nobody’s surprise, the list is small; 3 performers. “the tickets are only $50, we should go!!” she says whilst you’re reading the informative post. “i don’t know, lili, i mean who even are these people? is it even worth our money?” the idea of wasting your weekend at a festival, where you don’t know anyone playing, when you could be studying for finals makes you nervous.

“come onnn y/n, we can’t waste our uni years studying all the time! when we graduate, we’re gonna be swamped with med school work, might as well make the most out of the time we have!” liliana says cheerfully. sure, you could spare the hours, but you had so much on your plate. finals, work, and not even mentioning the fact you just broke up with your girlfriend of 4 years. you look at her face, she’s using puppy-dog eyes to hopefully persuade you into going. “i’ll think about it.”

you’re laying in your dorm room, back hunched over your laptop, with your hands in your hair. liliana was staying at her boyfriends house for the night, leaving you all alone. the amount of studying you’ve done in the past hours giving you a throbbing headache and double vision. you harshly close your laptop, saying “i’ll do it later.” in your head, lazily getting up to grab some advil from your medicine cabinet. you open the familiar bottle and pop a few pills into your mouth. walking to your bed, you plop down, and begin scrolling mindlessly on instagram.

then you remember what your friend was telling you about earlier, and you decide to look at your towns instagram. a new post making you curious as nothing had been posted since the fourth of july fireworks at the towns lake. you click on it, a flashy banner lighting up your screen.

GOLDWHIT GROVES FIRST EVER MUSIC FESTIVAL; FEATURING:

BEHIND THE ANGER

ELLIE WILLIAMS

DRAW MY BLOOD

THIS SATURDAY ONLY

you chuckle, finding the names of the bands amusing. one of them, however, drew your attention. the only one who was seemingly a solo performer, ellie williams. you decide to close your towns page and type the name into your search bar. your eyebrows raise at the amount of fan accounts this “ellie” has. you click on the only account with the blue verification symbol on it, her page filling your screen.

holy shit.

she was hot. like, really hot.

you click on her most recent post and it’s a video of her at one of her concerts. she’s playing an electric guitar furiously with gritted teeth. you hear girls screaming and see their hands reaching out trying to feel her. clearly, she craves all the attention so she pulls off her white wife beater, throwing it into the crowd. the screaming only intensifies as she has a douchey smile on her face. the video cuts of and you scroll through the different videos the post has, all of the same nature. you read the caption, “see you next time, dallas.” with no tags.

you open your messages app and begin typing to liliana.

you: ok maybe we should go to that festival i just stalked one of the performers and FUCKKK she’s hot

the bands have goofy names tho

“behind the anger” boy shaddup

you wait until you see the bubble appear, indicating she’s responding.

lili😦: TOLD U WE SHOULD GO! venmo me the money im buying tickets rn.

you laugh softly at her excitement to go, and open venmo, sending her $50. another message pops up.

lili😦: *photo attachment*

who were you looking at btw?

you open the message seeing the qr code for your ticket.

you: that ellie williams chick she looks like an asshole but a HOT asshole yk

i want her to play me like that guitar

gonna become a groupie😋

your tiredness takes over after texting lili for the past few hours, telling her goodnight and closing your phone.

the brightness of the morning sun wakes you up. it’s saturday, and thank GOD you had no classes today. you stay in your bed, opening tiktok. it kinda creeps you out that the first video is an edit of the girl you were gawking over last night. as the edit plays, you become even more excited for the festival later in the day. you look to the top of your screen for the time, 12:37. you partially curse yourself for letting yourself sleep in that late, getting up to brush your teeth.

lili😦: ARE U EXCITED FOR TN??

andrew is asking if he can come

smh he’s so clingy

kinda cute tho

the pinging of your phone causes you to finish brushing your teeth, spitting out the foam in your mouth and wiping your face.

you: i don’t mind

yall better not be like those concert couples

sitting on his shoulders n shit i’ll knock you off

you didn’t really mind as you’ve known andrew as long as you’ve know liliana. they’ve been together for the past six years, and you guys used to go on double dates with your ex all the time, it was like a little group.

lili😦: LMFAOOO we won’t

can we get ready tg 🥺

you have all the cute body glitter

you: sure come home whenever

you turn on the shower, grabbing a towel from the cabinet before hopping in. while washing your body, you begin thinking about what you’re gonna wear. you start to think about what ellie williams would notice you in, before laughing at yourself for being so delusional. she doesn’t know you, or care about you.

you’re just another girl.

hours had gone by, liliana and her boyfriend were hanging out at your shared apartment, pregaming and getting ready. the festival started at 4, and ended at 10. “hey y/n? where’s the-“ you walk in, and liliana is making a gawking face. “you look SO hot hello?” beaming at you. partially, you feel a little silly. you’re wearing the outfit she picked for you: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you have dark smudgey eye makeup, dark red lipstick, and star clips in your hair.

“i feel dumb.” you say, looking down and laughing at yourself. you never wore revealing clothes, being wayyyy too insecure to show yourself off this this. i mean, your boobs were spilling out of your shirt, your ass visible under your skirt, and your stomach uncovered. “shut the fuck up, you look good. we gotta leave soon- shit wait do you have pasties?”

as andrew drives the three of you to the concert, liliana in the front and you in the back, you become nervous. what if someone’s mean? what if something bad happens? what if it gets too cold? what if you start your period?

“y/n?” the calling of your name makes your head perk up. “we’re putting on that ellie chick, gotta know some of the music if you’re gonna SMASH her tonight!!” she says with a giggle. you roll your eyes as lili goes to her music app and selects her top song.

she’s my drug

the title pops up along with a photo of ellie lighting what looks like a joint. the song starts and it eases your nerves, her raspy voice over the melodic electric guitar makes a perfect combination. the excitement for the festival grows once again as the three of you near the festival.

you were kinda surprised at the amount of people that came. it looked like the entire town was there. there were a lot of unfamiliar faces wearing the bands merch. you saw a lot of girls wearing shirts with ellie williams’ tour dates on the back. “i hope the bands aren’t shit.” andrew says, laughing and getting out of the car. “at least we know one of the performers isn’t.” the three of you, out of the car, walk to the entrance. there were old-looking metal detectors that look like they were borrowed from the local police department. you all go through and have your bags checked and tickets scanned, walking towards the one and only stage.

the first band, behind the anger, got on stage. not many people were going crazy, but there were a few drunken men screaming their songs. liliana and andrew were enjoying them, but you were dying for something to drink, craving a shitty festival cocktail and a cigarette. tapping liliana on the shoulder, “hey, guys? i’ll be right back, i’m gonna grab something to drink.” you shout over the music. “alright, don’t take too long! your girlfriend should be out soon!” you roll your eyes laughing and shuffle your way out of the crowd.

walking up to the one and only vendor, you gaze on the menu. different beers, seltzers, cocktails, and liquors. “can i just cut infront of you? i gotta get up there soon.” you hear a voice behind you say. you turn around, partially offended and, holy shit.

it felt like a movie, a book, a fanfiction. what are the chances that she’s infront of you right now? you blink your eyes, not really believing what you’re seeing. nobody’s around you two besides the vendor, shocking as you’d expect girls flocking around her. it’s her. it’s ellie williams.

“excuse me?” you blurt out, not realizing how rude you sounded. i mean, you were just standing there, the only one in line, not moving. was it rude for her to ask. she kind of laughs at you, kissing her teeth. you got a good chance to look at her. she’s wearing cargo pants with a black wifebeater shirt that lifted slightly, allowing you to see what looks like abs, her tattoo covering her forearm, and her hair tied messily in a half-bun.

“i said,” she says, taking a half step towards you, “can i just cut infront of you?” you look around, dumbfounded. “no, you can’t. i’m ordering right now.” you say, matter-of-factly. you spin on your heels and order whatever shitty cocktail your eyes first land on and she chuckles at your behavior. the vendor types it into his tablet. “that’ll be $9.24. cash or card?” you open your purse, looking for the $10 bill you stuck in your purse for this exact reason. of course, like a fucking movie, it’s gone. “sorry just give me one sec.” you say, furiously looking through your purse, embarrassed.

“i got it, put it with mine. lemme get a rum coke.” the girl says flatly, slightly pushing you aside. you roll your eyes at the push and step aside, very embarrassed at the entire interaction. you grab a cigarette from your purse and attempt to light it, but the fluid is all out.

of course. how much more cliché could this get? ellie puts her card away in her wallet and shoves it into her front pocket as the vendor goes to make the two drinks. “need help?” she says, reaching her hand into her pocket and getting out a lighter, it was black and very scratched up. “these are bad for you, y’know?” she says in a cocky tone before grabbing her own and lighting it. the two of you were so far away from the rest of the crowd it that it was almost quiet.

“i’m studying to be a doctor, i know.” you say, the cigarette hanging limply between your lips still attempting to light it. “what’s a smart girl like you doing smoking and drinking then huh? you’re the one who’s supposed to tell people not to.” she says, bringing the lighter to the stick in your mouth and lighting it for you, the closeness of your face to her hands making you nervous. “pineapple cocktail and a rum coke?” you hear the vendor shout; the moment breaks and ellie pushes the lighter into her pocket before grabbing the two drinks, handing you yours before turning around and waving slightly, with the cigarette in her mouth.

“see you up there, doll.”

“bitch you will not believe what just happened” you say, finally making it back to where andrew and liliana were after having to shove through the crowd, almost spilling your drink all over yourself. “i just spoke t-“ the sound of screams interrupts your sentence and people push you and your friends forward, trying to get closer to the stage. you look up to see what is making people so eager, and see her. and holy shit, does she look good on stage. “how are we doing tonight, goldwhit grove?” she says into the mic, making the squeals of the girls around you erupt even louder, some drunkenly trying to take their shirts off before their more sober friends stop them.

after speaking into the mic for a bit about god knows what, you could barely hear her, she strums her guitar making people scream even louder. “what should we start out with?” she slurs into the mic. she looks like she’s on something, but what musician isn’t. you hear people screaming different names you haven’t heard of, before she says “she’s my drug? that’s all yall wanna hear.” she laughs before starting the song. it is her top song for a reason, it sounds phenomenal. you’re trying to enjoy your time, but the amount of people pushing you and stepping on your feet is annoying you.

after a few songs you hear her voice echo, “guys, let’s back it up a bit, you’re crushing people.” part of you wants to think she said that because she was looking at you, but you reality check yourself quickly. nobody listened, and you feel someone step on your heel for the hundredth time, finally deciding to say something.

“did you not hear her? i can barely breathe dude chill out.” you say to the drunken girl behind you. she looks angry, angry that you had the balls to speak up. she shoves you aggressively, making you bump into the person in front of you. now they’re mad at you too, for bumping into them so harshly. you try defending yourself when you feel a cold drink splashed on your chest. your final straw.

you shove your way out of the crowd, leaving behind your friends and deciding you’ll wait until ellie’s performance is over to join them again. once youre out, you make eye contact with the girl on stage. she has her head low and it almost looked like she was looking at you. you get lost on her, she’s playing so aggressively but strategically. before your imagination goes too far, you see her look around to the rest of the crowd, girls screaming when they look her direction.

you walk away, deciding to take a seat on the grass and light a cigarette while you wait. there were a lot of other people sitting around you, assuming they left for the same reason. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n?”

you look up, and it’s her. why the fuck did she have to be here? you were actually enjoying yourself, besides the few rude people, and she had to show up and ruin it all.

“what the fuck are you doing here abby?” you spit out. you’re furious. you haven’t spoken to her in a few weeks, and there were actually days you didn’t think about her at all. “hey, i was just trying to be nice. what are you all butt hurt about?” she says, towering over you sitting on the grass. she always made you feel small, not just physically, but mentally too. you sigh, not wanting to let her control your emotions any longer. the partially-distant sound of ellie’s guitar stopped, making it seem so much more quiet.

“you here with ava?” you spit out at her. she looks like she took that offensively, even though she was the one who cheated on you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she says back, her tone becoming more aggressive. you push your cigarette into the grass, putting it out and standing up. “what are you wearing?” now that you’re closer, you notice her cheeks are red, and so are her eyes. she’s crossed. you know how she acts when she’s drunk, so you simply gather your things, trying to ignore the entire situation and join your friends. the people who were previously around you had gotten up to go back to the stage as ellie had gotten off.

“where are you going?” it sounds like she expects you to stay. to come running back. to cling to her. “to my friends.” you flatly state while walking away. you feel a hand grab your wrist. “i’m talking to you, y/n. it’s rude to walk away from people when they’re talking to you, y’know?” her tone is that of mockery. like you’re a child and she’s trying to teach you a lesson. “did the breakup make you gain that much weight? god i really ruined you huh?” you try to yank your hand away, “let go of me abby, seriously it’s not funny.” her grip doesn’t subside and only grows stronger, making you wince.

“she said no dude, can you not take a hint?”

you turn around and see ellie walking towards the conflict. this is so cliche. “are you a groupie now?” abby laughs at you, and as soon as she says that ellie shoves her off. as attractive as ellie was, abby was stronger. she was built, and she could take down almost anyone. “stop, this is dumb.” you say as they get close to each other. “yeah, yeah it is. don’t know why i’m getting all mad over a groupie slut. you can have her.” she says, walking out of the venue. you see a ditsy blonde girl following after her asking if she’s okay as she furiously walks, not responding to her. you try not to cry at her words, why does she still have such an effect on you?

“you okay?” you hear ellie asking you, almost forgetting she was there. “yeah- yeah. sorry about that. and thank you.” you say, extremely embarrassed while wiping your tears. she’s just looking at you. not saying anything. she didn’t know what to say.

“wanna go get a drink to cheer you up?”

that’s how you ended up in a random bar, with ellie fucking williams. after she asked you to drinks, she took you to the back stage, careful not to be spotted by any fans, where she grabbed her bags and headed for the exit. she was able to sober up before the ride home. while walking out, girls spotted her, running up and asking for her auto graph. she obliged for a few until one asked to sign her boobs, “i gotta go, girls.” her bodyguards following behind the two of you making them back off. you were expecting a van or a car, but no.

she rides a motorcycle.

she just got hotter.

lifting the seat, she tosses her bag into the large compartment, replacing the extra helmet which she handed to you. your heart was racing, you’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before. you nervously put the helmet on your head. “here, lemme help.” she says, pulling the band tightening the helmet ensuring it’s on tight, before tapping it lightly and swinging a leg over her motorcycle. she reached her bent elbow out, waiting for you to use her to help you get on. you grab onto her arm and swing your leg over, getting more comfortable.

“hold on.”

“so where’d you hear my music?” she says, babysitting another rum and coke looking at you intently. she was careful not to drink too much knowing she had to drive home. the two of you had been at the bar for two hours, just talking. a few people coming up every so often to get her autograph. “i actually just only heard about it the other day, through the festival.” you say shyly, hoping she won’t take offense. she laughs softly looking down. “i guess it’s a good thing for me huh? got another monthly listener and a pretty girl talking to me.” everything she says is so blunt, so easy.

you start to wonder how many other girls she’s charmed with the same line.

“wanna head out?” she says. “you can come back to mine- fuck, i can take you to yours. sorry, that sounded desperate.” she laughs, picking up the two helmets and your purse, handing it to you. with the bill paid, the two of you walked to her bike. she opens the door and waits for you to walk through.

“why don’t we go back to yours?” you say boldly. she looks surprised, and sets her helmet on her bike, placing yours gently on your head. she puts hers on, hops on the bike, and helps you get on.

“alrighty.”

you didn’t know how much you’d actually like being on a motorcycle. there’s so much adrenaline, she’s speeding through cars and air is whipping around the helmet. your chest is pushed tightly to her back, your hands wrapped around her waist. luckily, her wearing her helmet made it impossible for people to spot her, making it an easy ride back to her hotel, the only hotel in town. parking her bike in a designated spot, she holds her arm out allowing you to slide off easily, her following behind you. she opens up the bikes seat, grabbing her backpack, and locks it.

“we should hurry before someone spots you!” you giggle. the alcohol making you feel so light and ditsy, following her to her room like a lost puppy. she pulls the key out and unlocks it, holding the door for you and locking it after you. she tosses her things on the hotels desk as you lay down on her bed. smiling to yourself.

“what’cha smiling about pretty girl?”

you giggle, tapping the bed indicating her to lay next to you. “this doesn’t feel real” you laugh out as she crawls on the bed, “i mean, im living every gay girls dream right now, hello? i’m in a hotel with ellie *hic* williams!!” she laughs at your drunken state, reaching to the bedside mini fridge to grab a seltzer. “you’re cute, y/n”. your ears kinda perk up, not remembering when you told her your name.

“how do you know my name?” you say, squinting your eyes at her. she cracks open the can. “calm down, princess, i heard it when that dick was talking to you earlier.” you notice she becomes a little annoyed. “i’m glad i took money out of her pocket but fuck, i got douches at my show.” she takes a long drink from her can. your rose-colored glasses didn’t even care about abby right now, or how much ellie hated her from their first interaction, you just wanted more of her.

you snuggle closer to her, wanting to breathe her in. you’re on the left side of her, laying on your side as she’s on her back. the level of intimacy between the two of you makes your head spin. you guys just met. part of you feels bad that she, a fucking rockstar, probably wants more than a simple conversation and cuddling. you sit up slightly, trying to remove your shirt, “hey, what are you doing?” she says, looking confused. you’re struggling to take your shirt off, it being tight and you being drunk. “feel bad. you probably get girls eeeeveryday doin this.. know why you’s wanted m’here so- so i’ll do it.” your works are slurring and hardly making sense and you’re starting to get frustrated. partially from not being able to take off the uncomfortable shirt, and part from not wanted anything sexual now, not in this state and not when you hardly know her.

she grabs your hands and stops you, making you look at her. “hey, i don’t wanna do anything, ‘kay? we can watch a movie after i get you some clothes to change into.” you put your arms down watching her get up and get an oversized band tee. “don’know if it’ll fit, els.” you say, sadly. she turns around, waiting for you to try it on. “just try it, princess.” you try taking the shirt off again, but just can’t. you get so frustrated you start tearing up, making her turn around and help you. “m’gonna take it off okay?” you nod, lifting your arms as she helps you take your shirt off. “don’t look!!” you say, laughing and pushing her away. she turns around, laughing, “okay, okay” allowing you to put the shirt on and take your bra off from under the shirt. finally, you slip your skirt off.

“done!” you say, smiling watching her turn around as she makes eye contact with you, her face turning pink. she walks towards you, smiling down at you on the bed. “wanna watch a movie?” she asks, picking up a remote and a bag of what looks like joints, pulling one out along with the lighter in her pocket. you nod, asking “can i have one?” she closes the bag, replying “you’re way too drunk, sweetheart.” she flicks on the tv, putting on whatever shitty movie was playing on the hotel tv at the time. you both crawl under the bed, cuddling up into her. you hear a familiar click of the lighter, and the sound of the paper and weed burning. she plays with your hair, making you more and more sleepy, drifting off into a deep sleep state.

the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.

what the fuck happened last night?

[jolapeno]

I’m embarrassed to ask but so many fav’s are going there so how do you use ao3?

hello hello!

do not be embarrassed at all! and hopefully, i can try and help.

now, i wish to preface this by saying there's likely guides already on tumblr and i don't mean to be rehashings what they might already say/have shared, but I'm going to try and give a run down of things that might help. now, I've done this as if you're a reader, but if you're a writer and want help, pop back in!

I asked my good friend @toomanytookas for help with this one so I knew we was covering off a lot and she lovingly helped me with finding some additional resources to support my bits!

searching for your people

there are a few different search options available on AO3 to find the things you want. if you know the name of the user, you can use the search bar (as seen below).

or if you're after a certain pairing, you can use the search option.

you can then search from: works, bookmarks, tags or people.

i tend to use "works" but, others may have their own preferences. but i find this is the easiest way for me to find the things i'm after.

i don't tend to fill in every bit of info, but the ones i do are in 'work tags':

fandoms

relationships

additional tags

i might check 'single chapter' (in work info) if i just want to read a one shot, but most of the time i just see what spits up. for me, additional tags is what makes navigating AO3 so much easier because I can filter by a trope (friends to lovers, colleagues, second chances) or i can filter by a "mood" (smut, fluff etc.). when you've filled in your desired bits you can click search and then your results will show.

ANOTHER great way to search is if you already know the pairing you're after. so say you're reading a Francisco morales x reader and you want MORE of that, click that tag on a piece of work and a new search will show up of all the works with that pairing.

you then have a new filter choice on the right where you can 'exclude' tags or characters too.

there's also this guide i found from 2020!

there’s also this way of searching too! with an addition from @burntheedges

another cool resource on excluding too

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2. supporting your people

so, you've found yourself a writer you adore, and you've read a piece of their work. if this is a one shot, you can:

drop a kudos (like a like, but you can only ever give it once)

leave a comment (even writing "love it" or an emoji makes a day)

bookmark (this is more for you if you loved it, you can bookmark things and they save to YOUR bookmarks and you can read again without searching for it - like a lil library)

now, say that piece is a multi-chap/collection, and you want to subscribe and be notified, you can 'subscribe' at the top of the fic

bookmarks do not notify you of a new chapter, but a subscribe will.

if you love the writer and want to know as soon as they drop anything, you can click their name, go to their profile and click 'subscribe' just under their name in the top right.

here’s a resource too!!

here’s a resource on why bookmarks/comments are cool

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3. going back in time... the AO3 way

okay, we've all been there when you're engrossed in something and then life happens and you close a tab or your phone crashes (tumblr app, grr) and then the work is lost. on AO3, if you're logged in, you have a thing called 'my history' and in this is every work you've clicked on. wahay! this has saved me so often because i flick between phone and laptop a lot.

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4. a final thing to be aware of...

warnings - a writer can choose to give a warning to the piece. many will use 'creator chose not to use archive warnings' or 'no archive warnings apply', but there are a few to keep an eye out for, such as:

graphics depiction of violence

major character death

rape/non-con

underage

'choose not to use warnings' is a read at your own risk, and i always recommend checking out the additional tags for the piece just so you know if there's any trigger warnings.

a resource on excluding (mentioned above too)

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this is just a top level thought process of what i thought might help, but if there's any specific questions i will deffo try to help. this resource has a ton of helpful things too. there's also AO3 FAQs which might be able to help if i didn't actually help. and this absolutely brilliant guide created too!

thank you for the ask, and happy AO3'ing 🧡

[thedevilrisen]

Offensive In Our Own Ways.

jack hughes x fem!reader: Jack meets a girl in a bar whose got so pretty good comebacks.

word count: 0.5k

a/n: This is my first ever piece, I hope I did well! Constructive criticism is very welcome :D.

 CREEK. The sound of my bedroom door opening, followed by the light from the hallway spilling in was what pulled me away from the assignment I was so frantically editing for next week.

“Y/N-”

“no.”

“but-”

“I said no Tahlia.” 

“Just listen.” I sighed in defeat, I wasn’t going to be left alone long enough to finish this assignment if she didn’t get whatever spiel she had in store for me tonight off her chest early. 

“Go on then” I said, shutting my laptop.

“Okay, get ready, we are going to a new bar that opened tonight in 20 minutes.” she finished with a cheshire cat grin.

“Tahlia-”

“no.”

“but-”

“Get ready Y/N.” 

“You’re a pain in my ass, and please do remember that I know where you sleep.” she sheepishly grinned and nodded enthusiastically at me acknowledging my second remark. I groaned as my sore and cramped muscles cracked, popped and stretched back to their natural positions as I dragged my tired body over to my closet. “What to wear, what to wear.” I mumbled under my breath. Flicking through different options. Dress, not feeling it, plus it’s way to fucking cold for this. Skirt and corset top, fuck that. Down to the last dregs of my closet I found a pair of black straight jeans and a magenta elbow length blouse, perfect, that a pair of black combat boots, a few rings, necklace, nose ring and all of my pieces of jewelry for the various piercings in my ears and we are good to go. Pulling my waist length brunette hair out of its disheveled plait, I brushed it till it was presentable. Satisfied, I trudged over to my bedside table and grabbed my phone and anxiety remedy pastels and turned around to walk out of my room and down the stairs to be greeted by my three friends.

“There she is!” Tahlia exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, I now have a dire need for alcohol.” If I'm supposed to deal with you lot of fuckwits for an extended period of time. Drunk Tahlia is enough to deal with by herself, now I’ve got two more on my radar. Great.

As we wandered down the driveway to the Uber all three girls were looking into a makeup-smudged handheld mirror one of them had in their purse and were stating how hot they looked and how they were definitely getting laid tonight. This continued all throughout the Uber ride to the club and right through the front door. 

“I’m going to get a drink. Stay out of trouble, and please for the love of god text me if you are leaving the club with someone else, plus make sure your location remains on so if need be, I can come find you.” There was no room for negotiation in my tone so the three girls nodded and promised to do so. With a tight lipped smile directed to them I took off in search of the bar, Tahlia hot on my heels.

Jack POV

“... Well done tonight boys, ‘m very proud of you and your efforts, couldn’t have done it without you.” Nico commended as he finished his ‘mandatory post game captains speech’. All the boys cheered and most took a swig of their drinks in response, I downed the last contents of my beer and looked down the bar to find the bartender to get another. I waved him down and ordered another beer,

“That's all for you mate?” he asked in a monotone voice. Someone could do with a drink themselves.

“Yep.” I responded in an equally dry tone, if the jackass wasn’t going to make an attempt to be sociable then nor was I. He rolled his eyes and walked off to hopefully get my drink. 

“Jack, come dance with us!” Dawson bellowed in my ear while he tugged half-heartedly on the back of my shirt sleeve.

“Don’t feel like it tonight. Get Nico, I’m sure he’d love to embarrass himself with you.” I recommended in a humorous tone. 

“Fine, your dancing next time then.” he countered

“I’ll look forward to it.” I responded albeit half-heartedly. The joyous bartender wandered back over with my beer in hand and placed it roughly on the bench in front of me with a barely grunt of acknowledgement before his eyes shot up behind me and plastered a sleazy smirk on his face. 

“Hey ladies, can I get anything for you?”

“I’ll have a martini and she’ll have..” silence followed and then some mumbling,”straight vodka.” 

“Alright girls, I’ll have them sorted out for you in a minute, just wait here.” he said through a smirk, “and don’t worry about paying, this one’s on me.”

“ Oh, you don’t have to do that!” One of the girls exclaimed. 

“Anything for a couple good lookin’ girls like yourselves.” he flirted back, a semi-enthusiastic smile on his face.

“Hear that Y/N he also thinks I’m hot!” One girl mumbled to the other, Y/N, pretty name I thought as I brought my beer to lips for a sip.

“Stop calling yourself hot Tahlia, the only thing you can turn on is the microwave.” the girl, Y/N bit back at the other girl. I suddenly regretted taking a sip of my beer as it was involuntarily snorted up my nose in response to this girl's pure bluntness toward her friend. Coughing and spluttering I wheezed out a sorry and looked down at the bar, intent on minding my own business. 

The bartender showed up at the perfect time handing both of the girls their drinks and while winking and handing over a napkin with a pen on top of it. “You’re both clearly interested, so I was wondering if I could grab your numbers?” The twat asked, flashing his best wink, talk about poor customer service.

“I’m sorry I’m going to have to decline.” Y/N replied politely.

“C’mon sweetheart you know that you can’t say no to someone like me.” he crooned.

“Y’know, you’re talking a lot of shit for someone with two perfectly good eyeballs, each would sell for around 16,000 dollars on the black market.” she replied in a matter of fact tone. The bartender's face went from cool, calm and collected, to absolutely petrified and scurrying away in about .5 seconds. 

“Y/N!, why would you say that! He was cute, and you’ve just ruined all my chances!” Tahlia huffed and stormed off. I heard a sigh and saw someone sitting down on the barstool next to me in my peripherals, I looked over and the girl sent me a small smile that I returned.

“Just so you know, if that were my friend I would’ve done the same. Not as.. Offensively,” I cringed at how I sounded. “But something along the same lines, though, I do have to admit, you being as blunt as you were was slightly humorous.” She smiled at that, her cheeks flushed red and the corners of her eyes wrinkled, cutie. 

“Thanks, I’m Y/N by the way and I think I’ve just royally pissed off my roommate.” We both laughed at that statement,

“I’m Jack, and I think you could be correct, she should forgive you though.” I responded hoping that could ease some of her concern.

“Fingers crossed Jack, fingers crossed.” She looked around, surveying the area, “What do you do for work?” She asked, turning back to me.

“I play hockey professionally, for the New Jersey Devils.” Her face lit up.

“Your Jack Hughes?” She asked excitedly.

“Yeah,” I responded, “What do you do for work?”

“Oh, I’m still a student.” She said with a smile.

“Cool what do you-”

“Y/N!”

“Oh God,” She mumbled. “Yes?” Two very drunk girls and her roommate from earlier approached us. Y/N’s eyes flick over both of the girls as she nods to herself, standing out of her seat to help hold up one of the girls, “I think it’s time to go home.” She announced. I couldn’t help feeling sad, I wanted to get to know this girl. 

“Hey Y/N, could I maybe get your number? We could get coffee sometime? Only if you want to though!” I rushed out not wanting to miss my chance.

“Sure Jack, one sec.” She responded, lowering her friend onto the stool she was previously sitting on. Grabbing the napkin and pen the bartender so conveniently left for us, she scribbled down some numbers followed by call me :D and slid it across the bench top to me. 

“Thanks, I’ll text you.” 

“I’ll look forward to it.” She smiled while picking her babbling friend off of the stool and turning around to help them drunkenly waddle out of the bar. I’ll look forward to it too. I smiled to myself, having something to be excited about besides hockey.

[wooataes]

Pretty Coincidences (Part One)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Strangers to ??? AU, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of plane crashes, swearing

Summary: Choosing to run away from your problems on an impromptu trip to Italy may be the best decision you’ve made in your life thus far.

A/N: a belated birthday fic for the beautiful Jeonghan and also a belated birthday fic for my fave Carat friend Zan 💜

Masterlist

Part Two?

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

You feel almost dead inside as you sit in the backseat of your Uber, unshed tears tempting you to break the flood gates. How the fuck did you get here, in an Uber on the way to Incheon Airport running away from your responsibilities and problems?

The answer was Geumjae.

Forty eight hours ago, you were happy. You were happy and in love with your seemingly loving boyfriend of four years, Geumjae, in the talks of buying an apartment together and Geumjae planning to pop the question to you this coming Christmas in front of both your families. That was, until, you decided to take the afternoon off from your office job, feeling unwell and in all honesty, wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and your bed.

Instead of finding your loving boyfriend making soup for you in your apartment, you were greeted to the sounds of aggressive lovemaking coming from your personal bedroom. That scumbag was using YOUR bed in YOUR apartment to sleep with other women?! No fucking way.

Now, you’re not a pushover or a pussy. On the contrary, you proved to yourself that you’re the opposite; storming into your bedroom and throwing out your new ex boyfriend and his flimsy little side-piece, who you vaguely recognized as your now ex-best friend, who was trying to stammer some sort of apology. You didn’t hear her as she spoke though, only throwing both him and her out of your apartment with nothing but the clothes on their backs, which at that moment, was none at all, leaving them to rush to his car as quick as possible without being seen, as you curled up on the living room floor in hysterics.

After a long night of tears, a whole tub of ice cream, half a bottle of wine and burnt clothes, photos and bedsheets, at the ripe time of 2:43am, you feel the sadness within you seep into a seething anger.

Screw this guy! You don’t need him! You can do a lot better and deserve someone who will love and treat you right! Who else can treat you better than yourself?

In a half-tipsy wine drunk state, you grab your laptop and start typing travel options in your search bar.

You had always dreamed of wanting to go on a trip to see Italy ever since you met Geumjae, and for four long draining years, your requests were always rebuffed with a ‘I can’t afford it’ or ‘why don’t we try local?’ Well screw that. You’re newly free and have the funds saved, as well as PTO from your job. After sending a long and misspelled message to your boss, you rise from your spot on the floor to march into your room to pack your bags.

Forty eight hours later, you were miserable, angry and betrayed by two of the closest people you know, but you also felt surprisingly free, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest as you stepped inside Incheon Airport to make your way to your flight to Italy.

You settle into your seat with a tired sigh. For once, you’re actually happy you got seated in an Emergency Exit row. You’re not as enclosed as the others which means more leg room, and instead of having two people beside you, you only have one. Double win. The less people you have to interact with, the better. You hope that the unlucky person who was destined to be sat beside you isn’t a talker; hopefully they are just as tired and done with the world as you.

You take a quick glance at your reflection from your front facing phone camera, wincing at the miserable girl you faced. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, several strands having found their way out of the loose hair tie securing your locks and falling over your shoulders haphazardly. You have massive bags under your eyes, which isn’t surprising since you have barely slept since you found your trash ex. You hope that you’ll be able to catch up on your sleep during the twelve hour flight to Italy.

After heaving another sleepy sigh, you lift your head to the side to see a hooded figure placing a bag into the overhead locker before sitting down carefully beside you and pulling his hood back to ruffle his fluffed up hair out of his eyes. Your cheeks tinge a dusty pink as you take in the mystery man’s handsome good looks, suddenly feeling self conscious at your appearance. After giving the gorgeous man a small smile in greeting, (which he returns without hesitation) you shrink slightly into your seat, your brain beginning to work overtime as you feel an overwhelming urge to apologize about your half assed looks. The man is in an almost identical outfit to yours, but you can’t help but resent your new seatmate at how much better he looks than you. Then again, he probably hasn’t had his heart ripped out of his chest and then stomped on by his ex-girlfriend within the last two days. You were so consumed in your own self deprecating thoughts you didn’t notice the pretty man looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?” You blink, eyes wide.

“That’s okay.” The man smiles. You blush. Dang, why did he have to be so pretty? “I was just asking if you had enough room there.” He gestures to the armrest between you both. “I can scoot over a little bit if you need.”

“O-oh.” You stutter, shaking your head quickly. “No, you’re fine, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” You nod, giving him a little smile. “I will apologize in advance though, I am 100% going to sleep for this flight.”

“Damn,” he sighs dramatically. You tilt your head in questioning. “You’re going to sleep and let me be the only one to have to save the plane and all these passengers if a disaster happens?”

You’re caught off guard as a giggle passes your lips, your smile growing as the man chuckles with you. You didn’t know how badly you needed to have a laugh.

“I do apologize,” you hum. “But getting my beauty rest is more important than the well-being of the plane.”

It’s the stranger’s turn to laugh along with you, and you feel relieved that the joke lands.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” He nods thoughtfully. “Did you need to be woken from your beauty rest when the meals come by?”

You blink in surprise. How thoughtful. “Uhh.. if it’s no trouble?”

“None at all.” He’s surprisingly chirpy at this hour of the morning. “We are the backbone of this flight. We need to keep our strength up.” He winks at you and smiles as you laugh again.

“Fair point.” You nod gently as you fasten your seatbelt, the flight crew beginning to prepare you for takeoff.

You wait for a moment to see if Pretty Man will continue the conversation, but when he settles in and starts looking for movies on his tv, you let your eyes flutter shut, sleep taking over you before you even feel the plane take off.

You feel yourself being shaken gently an hour later as you stir, rubbing at your eyes with a little yawn. Pretty Man is smiling warmly at you.

“Hey.” He mumbles. “Sorry, they’re giving out breakfast.”

“S’fine.” You yawn again, smiling politely at the flight attendant as she passes your meal over. “Thanks for waking me, uhh..”

“Jeonghan.” Pretty Man - Jeonghan offers, and you nod with a little smile. “You’re welcome…”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes open slowly, yawning out as you start to take in your surroundings around you, the PA system announcing that the descent into Rome will begin within the hour. You sit up slightly and run at your eyes tiredly. Your eyelids still feel heavy, but after having slept for a solid 10 hours, only having been woken up from Jeonghan to eat in between with minimal conversation, you feel like you’ve rested enough.

“Did you manage to keep the plane in one piece while I slept?” You joke, Jeonghan chuckling in response.

“Only barely.” He sighed dramatically, hand on his chest. “I think you owe me for the next flight.”

“I think I do.” You humor him as he laughed.

“So, what brings you to Italy?” He asks after a moment of silence as you glance out the little window beside you.

“Mid-life crisis?” You offer with a laugh. Jeonghan only raises his eyebrows in concern. “Long story short,” you start fiddling with your fingers, nibbling your lip. “Just got out of a long term relationship and I’m long overdue for a holiday. So, I just packed up and left for Rome to forget about the real world for a while.” You wince, not even looking at Jeonghan to know that he’s giving you a look of pure pity.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowns.

“Ah, it’s fine.” You shrug. It wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Was probably for the best.” You’re lying, you know you are. “What about you?”

“Ah,” he rubs at the back of his neck. “A friend of mine offered for me to go on a trip here with him. He flew out a few days ago, so I’m meeting him here.”

“That sounds exciting.” You smile as he hums in agreement.

“Definitely.” He smiles back. “Well, I hope that Rome treats you well.”

You hope it does too. “You too.”

It could just be your excitement, but you truly think that the Italian air is just as healing to you as the place itself. After parting ways with Jeonghan and making your way to your hotel right in the middle of the bustling city of Rome, you think you can feel the cracks in your heart begin to heal, if only slightly.

You take in a deep breath as you walk along the pavement that runs through the city of Rome, taking in the sights of small local stalls selling jewelry and knickknacks, a content smile on your face. You’ve been here for only a day but you feel more like yourself than you have been for the last four tiring years. You adjust the strap of your handbag over your shoulder, fixing the sleeve of your flowy floral dress as you let the sunshine warm your body. Your phone has been left behind in the hotel room, having been blown up since you have landed in the foreign country from your ex. The messages were deleted as soon as they were received and the numbers have been swiftly blocked by you, only providing updates to your parents and your boss that you arrived safely and you will contact them if anything new happens.

You lift the disposable camera that sits around your neck by a strap up to your face, snapping a quick photo of a gelato stand on the corner, your smile growing as your stomach rumbles. You could use something sweet.

“Buongiorno,” you speak quietly, stepping up to the man behind the gelato stand. The man smiles back at you as you take a nervous breath. “Uhh… vorrei un gelato piccolo in cono, per favore.” You smile hopefully, hoping that you didn’t just accidentally insult him.

You release a breath as the man smiles happily at you, leaning down as he begins to take out a cone and ice cream scoop, making your gelato with precision.

“Grazie!” You beam as you pass him your money, taking the cone gratefully. You bow your head in thanks to further show your appreciation, and the man chuckles, bowing his head back.

As you turn, you let out a yelp as you run into a body behind you, almost causing you to drop your new cold treat. Luckily, you’re able to compose yourself quickly and bow your head just as fast.

“I’m so sorry!” You pause before your brain catches up. “U-uhh.. m-mi scusi!”

“Y/N? Is that you?” A soft voice responds, and you freeze.

You lift your head quickly to the owner of the voice, your eyes widening as you see an all too familiar face smiling excitedly at you. His chestnut brown hair is pushed back, his bright smile being just as blinding as when you first met him all those years ago in middle school, who went on to be your good friend for five years before life caught up with you and you naturally drifted apart.

“Seokmin? Lee Seokmin?” Your smile grows with him as he almost immediately scoops you up into his arms, spinning you around in circles. You squeal out a laugh, your free hand holding onto his shoulder. “Yah!”

“What the heck?!” He laughs with you, squeezing you tight once he places you back onto the ground. “What are you doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You giggle happily.

“I’m on a trip with a hyung of mine! We both had some time off and wanted to go somewhere warmer.” He chirps, looking you over with a smile. “What about you? Where’s Geumjae?”

You freeze at the mention of his name, biting down on your lip. “Um.. I’m here alone, actually.” You attempt to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “We broke up. Not too long ago actually and messy. So, I guess this is my way of coping.” You shrug.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I brought it up.” He pouts, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “So you’re here alone?”

“Yep.” You pop the P with a little smile. “But it’s only my second day here and I’m happier than I have been in the last four years, so that’s a plus.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles warmly at you as you nod.

“Dokyeom-ah!” A second voice enters the conversation. “What’s taking so long?”

You turn your head and take a step back with wide eyes as you come face to face with Pretty Man; Jeonghan. He looks more put together than you both did at the airport; now sporting a pair of black skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a leather checkered jacket. He looks just as surprised as you do, taking in your outfit.

“Sorry hyung,” Seokmin smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you hold your cone now with both hands. “I ran into a friend from school! Hyung, this is-”

“Y/N. The one who left me to fend for myself to save the plane all on my own.” He sighs and places his hand on his chest.

“That was you?” Seokmin gasps.

“Yah!” You glare playfully. “You said it was okay!”

“I only said that to make you feel better about the fact that you willingly let me save us all.”

“It was one bout of turbulence.” You huff before Jeonghan smirks playfully at you. “I won’t keep you guys, you probably are waiting to get some gelato.”

“What? Are you sure?” Seokmin frowns. “You can tag along with us if you wanted, I’m sure hyung wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it’s okay, really.” You give him a little smile. Jeonghan frowns. He can see right through it.

“You’re just going to walk around by yourself?”

“You say that like I haven’t done it before, Min.” You laugh.

“I mean, yeah, you did it on campus but… you’re in a whole new country. I think I’d feel a lot better if you had at least one friend to keep you company.” He insists.

You hesitate, biting down on your lip. He does make a good point.

“How about this,” Seokmin offers. “You don’t have to spend every day with us. Why don’t we meet up once a day? I can take some great photos for your Instagram to show Geumjae that you’re thriving without him.”

“Geumjae?” Jeonghan tilts his head. Your face turns red.

“The Ex-boyfriend.” You hum, looking down.

“He never deserved you.” Seokmin rubs at your shoulders comfortingly as he sees the dismay on your face.

“Ah, thanks Min.” You smile. “I’ll take you up on that offer, only if it’s okay with you and Jeonghan. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never. You’re always welcome. Right, Hyung?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan nods with a smile at you.

“Thank you guys.”

“It’s no sweat, really! The more the merrier!” Seokmin beams. “We’re going to the Trevi tomorrow if you want to meet us there?”

“Sounds good.” You hum, waving your hand. “I’ll message you?”

“Sure.” He nods as you begin to walk away.

“See you then.”

As soon as you’re out of sight, Seokmin turns towards Jeonghan with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh Dokyeom-ah,” Seokmin mocks Jeonghan. He starts to blush. “I swear I made her laugh. She was just too cute.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, glaring at the younger man.

“I can’t believe my school pal is the Cute Girl from your flight.”

“I said shut up.” He hissed. Seokmin just smirked at him with a giggle.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in. 

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

[bad268]

heyo

Could I get some Bernard x male reader headcannons? Like what would he do in certain situations, how would the two of them cuddle, etc

CONSUME THE MOISTURE

December 26 (Bernard the Elf X Reader)

Fandom: The Santa Clause

Requested: Clearly (Tried my best, I hope you like it! Happy holidays everyone!)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/Your

W.C. 1039

Summary: A stressful holiday season leads to a relaxing day after.

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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It’s been one of the busiest years by far, and it’s been rough. It started with a miscalculation of the presents needed. Then, a few of the machines broke, and the elves were struggling to fix them in time. Then, stress from Santa and Mrs. Clause made everything more frustrating.

But now, it was December 26. Christmas was finally over, and you were finally able to take a breath. Bernard on the other hand was paranoid. He thought he forgot something somewhere, and he was struggling to let go. It also did not help that Curtis was practically in his shadow at all times even after the holiday. However. You were determined to get him to relax. There was the annual Christmas party tonight, and you were going to get Bernard to let loose. But first, you needed to find him.

Most of the elves were out of the workshop. They were walking around the courtyard, in the kitchen, or in their rooms. You searched around for Curtis or Santa because you knew you would find Bernard around them. However, neither of them had seen Bernard all day. One person you did not expect to know exactly where Bernard is, is Judy. You passed by her while she was passing out some cookies from the day before.

“I heard him say something about staying in his office,” She said, handing a couple of cookies to you. “Give these to him, and I can make you two some hot chocolate if you can get him to join the party or I could bring it up to your room.”

“Thank you, Judy,” You laughed, taking the cookies from her. “I’ll see what he’s doing and let you know. I’ll see you later!” You two parted ways. She continued her path around the courtyard, and you made your way toward his office in the workshop. It was weird seeing it so empty, especially when it was so lively the day before.

You approached his door, not hearing much going on inside, so you knocked lightly. When there was no response, you walked in, immediately understanding why it had been so difficult to track him down.

He was hiding.

Stepping into the office and closing the door, you were met with Bernard lounging on the small loveseat he had in the office with a movie playing on a laptop. The lights were dimmed, and he was surrounded by miscellaneous snacks and drinks. He turns to look at you before moving to sit up.

“Oh, hey, didn’t even hear you,” he laughed under his breath. He moved over, so he could make a space for you to sit as you walked further into his office. You took the seat, leaning into his side as placed his arm around your shoulder to pull you in. “What’s going on out there?”

“The workshop is empty, but the courtyard is insane! I don’t think I have ever seen this many elves in the North Pole at the same time,” you laughed in response. You looked over at the laptop, kind of expecting lists or Christmas statistics, but you see one of Bernard’s favorite TV shows paused. “What have you been doing in here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He deadpans, gesturing to the laptop. “I’m hiding from Curtis.”

You giggled lightly as you moved to make yourself more comfortable on the small couch. “Sounds right. Took me a while to find you honestly. I ended up running into Judy, and she told me.”

“Hopefully, it stays at just you and Judy,” he sighed with a chuckle. He readjusted you so that you both were laying down. You flipped onto your side, laying your head on his chest. He fixed the positioning of the laptop so you both had a good view of the screen. “Wanna watch something different?”

“Nah, I’m good with anything,” You said, burying yourself into his chest. The steady hammer of his heart was the only sound in the room as Bernard shut the computer off, opting to just spend his evening with you. A few minutes passed before you spoke again. “Did you want to go to the Christmas party tonight?”

“What do you think?” He replied, rhetorically. You lifted your head to meet his eyes to see him practically falling asleep. He looked so worn out, but given this hectic season, it should not be too surprising. Immediately, you knew that it would be an easy night.

“I don’t want to go, so why don’t we just hide away and cuddle all night?” You proposed, reaching a hand up to brush a couple of strands of hair out of his eyes. He sighed, leaving into your hand as he closed his eye with a hum. “We could either stay in here or we could head back to our room.”

“Stay here,” he said quietly. “Curtis will find us if we go back to the room. Plus, it’s comfy in here.”

“Then, we’ll hide out together,” you whispered, pulling Bernard into a short kiss before melting back into his embrace. It did not take long for Bernard’s breathing to even out as he fell asleep. You do not know how long you spent watching him sleep, but it was interrupted by someone walking into the room.

Your head snapped over to the door, seeing Santa and Mrs. Clause slowly pushing the door open as quietly as possible. It’s a shocker that the movement did not wake Bernard, but once Mrs. Clause saw that the two of you were almost asleep, she pulled Santa back. She whispered something to Santa; something you were unable to hear. Santa peaked his head around the door, making eye contact with you before he flicked his wrist.

A flurry of golden sparkles surrounded the two of you, and you saw Santa and Mrs. Clause wave and close the office door before you were transported to another room. It took a couple of seconds to realize that they transported you to your living quarters. You made a mental note to thank them later because being in your bed was so much better than the small couch. And with that, you felt yourself falling asleep in the arms of your overworked elf.

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[sl-newsie]

Query: Q x 00 Agent- Ch. 12: Decline Defeat

Dreaming can sometimes be too real. So realistic that you almost think it’s not a dream. This dream is almost too good to be true. I’m walking along a sandy beach, watching an amber sun sink below the horizon. I’ve had this vision reoccur once or twice before. The only difference is that I see something in the corner of my eye-

“Rise and shine.”

My eyes snap open and I nearly jump out of bed, causing Q to flinch away. 

“Sorry for the scare but it’s time to go, 0011.”

I try to rub the drowsiness from my eyes. “Shame. I was having such a nice rest. How did you sleep?”

“Quite good, actually,” Q talks as he moves over to grab a mug from the counter. “I woke up around an hour ago and had time to rinse off, dress, and fix myself some-”

“Earl Gray tea,” I finish with a smirk. “Of course. So what’s the plan?”

“We get home as quickly as possible. Hopefully Bond can find something to convince M to shut down Nine Eyes, but for now we have to lay low from C.”

Our return flight is slightly less tense than yesterday’s. Q still grips my hand for dear life but this time his breathing is less heavy. During the train ride back I keep having a nagging feeling that we’re being watched; however whenever I search the surrounding train cars I come up empty. 

“Now I’m going to tell you to relax.” Q puts away his laptop and pulls out a small box. “Come on, chin up. I’m going to teach you how to play hearts.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve been playing with people’s hearts for years, whether it be manipulating them or stabbing them.”

Q huffs. “I mean the card game. Now shut up and pay attention…”

I must say that my Quartermaster is a very skilled teacher. He instructs me about the rules of hearts as if he were demonstrating a new gadget. Every once in a while he helps me reposition my cards to organize them properly, and I still can’t ignore the way he stiffens up. After a few rounds I start to get the hang of this game and it shows.

“Normally you play with 4 people.” Q tilts his head in surprise. “From the looks of it I say you’re a fast learner. No doubt Bond taught his old partner a few tricks.”

I laugh dryly. “Hm. Yes. If he ever gets time away from pissing off M or meeting up with a new date every week then maybe I’ll suggest a game night.” There’s a deeper emotion to my statement and Q knows it. “Don’t get me wrong, he was a great mentor.” I fidget with a stray ace of diamonds. “He will only see me as an emotional trainee, nothing else.”

Q looks up from his hand of cards. “He talks about you, you know. He does respect you.”

“Bond and I respect each other as 00 agents, not colleagues. He’s more of a mentor than the father figure I once pictured him as.”

By now the train’s returned to London and I give a thousand grateful prayers that my bike is still hidden where I left it. This time when Q sits behind me he seems more prepared for riding a motorcycle; however he still clenches up when I rev the engine.

“Enjoy your creation, Quartermaster.”

He gives a nervous laugh as we approach the CNS building. “I’ll enjoy it when my heart isn’t bursting from my chest. Just get me to the lab in one piece, please.”

“If you insist.”

I drive down the back road that leads straight to the docks near Q’s lab. I look around expecting to find M waiting to scold us but he’s nowhere to be found. Where would he-?

“Ah! Hello, Q.”

I look behind to see a brown-haired man in a dark suit approaching. I’m guessing from the sudden anxious look Q gets that he must be C.

“I was just talking to M about some of your new devices. And-” He looks over to me and I distrust him immediately. The fake smile and scheming eyes are enough to make anyone doubt themselves. “You must be 0011. Pleasure to finally meet you in person!” He grabs my hand and shakes it firmly, though no feeling of respect is detected from it. “I’ve heard so much about your expertise. M speaks quite fondly of you, considering you’re one our youngest agents.” He pats my shoulder. “Don’t fret. I’m sure you’ll gain plenty more experience in time.”

I’ve only known this man for 30 seconds and I already want to punch his lights out. He has some nerve if he thinks he can-!

“With all due respect, sir,” Q interrupts my angry thoughts. “0011 is a very dedicated and skilled agent. Age is no guarantee of efficiency, but she pulls it off well. Don’t let her youth fool you.”

I stare at the man with a gaping mouth, while C passes Q’s comment off with a wave.

“Yes, of course. Now if you’ll excuse me I must head to another meeting. Oh, and do take care to stick around for when Nine Eyes goes live.”

I can tell that last remark is a poke at our recent absence. But I don’t care about that. Right now all that’s going through my head is Q’s statement.

“Did you just stand up for me?” I ask in disbelief.

Q tries to brush it off but I can tell he was being genuine. “Only because I can’t afford to break in a new 00 agent. If you’re fired then I’ll probably be stuck with some older wisecracker who’s even more stubborn than you.”

“Why, I’m flattered.” I gush sarcastically. “I’m touched that you would rather put up with me than whoever else replaces me.”

The geek rolls his eyes and continues on towards the lab. I start to follow him and then remember I’m supposed to be on duty.

“I think I’ll head to the gym for some training before M can yell at me.” I give Q a mock salute. “Keep me updated on Bond.”

The geek nods. “It’s been fun, 0011.”

With that he disappears back into his lab. I must say it has been a rather enjoyable 24 hours with him despite the current mishaps. Q’s actually a decent person outside the office- No. Keep your emotions out of the way, 0011. Bond’s right. I do care too much.

In order to shake my head clear I go straight to the shooting range and fire off 20 rounds, each more precise than the last. Then I top it off with a 5K jog and 10 reps of curls. Ironically, physical activity always calms me down. It’s now 5:30, almost quitting time-

“Oh! You’re still here!” Q comes running down the hall.

I hold up a hand to calm him down. “Steady, ace. What’s the hurry?”

“It’s Bond. He’s moved into Africa,” Q pants. “We need to speak to M. He’s at the Rules restaurant. Eve’s going to meet us there.”

My mind flashes back to the Nine Eyes program. “Let’s go.”

We rush to the garage and hop on my bike; as we speed through the late-night traffic I notice Q’s getting used to my driving. I park out front the surprisingly quiet building and we find Moneypenny waiting outside.

She offers a smile. “Welcome back, you two. How was Austria?”

“Very pleasant. Q actually enjoyed himself for a change. Are we all going in to talk to M?” Both colleagues nod. “Good. Let’s get this over with.”

Q opens the door to let us in. We spot M sitting alone at a back table, looking much more stressed. 

“Evening sir,” Moneypenny approaches him. “Sorry to interrupt your supper but we have some news.”

Q gives a wave. “Good evening, sir. Using the smart blood I've tracked Bond to a point here in Africa.” He pulls out some papers containing satellite images. “Every other map registers it as an empty desert. But using this satellite blowup you can see this.” He points to a spot near a mountain range. “Sir, we know where he’s headed.”

He did it. Bond found SPECTRE’s hideout. Now we can send in a squad and put an end to this security thread once and for all-

“C is watching everything we do,” M speaks in a low tone. “We’re only giving him more information.” 

Does this mean we do nothing? Just sit back while Bond does all the work to establish our safeguard?

I decide to speak up. “Sir, with all due respect-”

“I’ve got some more disturbing news, 0011.” M interrupts. “I’m afraid that the 00 program is going to be shut down.” He takes a deep sip of wine and sighs heavily. “C claims it’s the future now and that it’s unnecessary.”

I stare speechless as he takes another sip. After a few seconds I swallow and respond: “So… then what?”

“What do you mean?”

“My whole life has been building up to a career as a 00 agent. Are you just going to toss me to the curb? Sign me up for the British military?”

M stands up and begins walking out. Apparently we should all kiss the MI6 goodbye because without any secure intelligence system or 00 protection then we really are screwed.

“Sir, we can’t just desert Bond-” Q tries to argue.

“We have to. It will only make him weaker.”

“But sir we know where he is-”

“Exactly. And so can others. Delete all smart blood files. Everything.” M gives us all a look of struggling surrender. “He’s on his own.”

The defeated leader exits the restaurant, leaving us all gaping in disbelief. How can we be expected to comply with this ridiculous order? 

I close my mouth and regather my thoughts. “We’re completely ignoring this, right?”

“Affirmative,” Moneypenny states without hesitation.

“Good good, you lot haven’t lost your senses.” I clap. “Let’s go!”

“We can go to my place,” Moneypenny offers. “I don’t have cameras so C can’t-”

“It won’t matter,” Q cuts her off as he and I mount the motorcycle again. “C will be able to have eyes and ears everywhere by the time Nine Eyes goes live in a few hours. If we all want to keep our jobs the best thing we can do now is delete the smart blood files like M instructed, as well as any other incriminating files that C can use against us.”

I hesitate before starting the engine, stopping to turn around and give him a confused frown. “So that’s it? We are giving up?”

“Not entirely. Hopefully Bond has gathered enough information and-”

“We don’t know if he’ll be back, Q,” Moneypenny says softly.

I nod. “Right. For all we know he’s captured or dead. Are there any other 00s who can help?”

Q shakes his head. “No. Everyone’s either off on an assignment or is being bribed or blackmailed to go along with the new initiative. We’re all that’s left, which isn’t much.”

That’s it, then. Everything I’ve trained for, all the violence I’ve survived, and my defeat is done through by my own employers. C knows I’m loyal to Bond, which means he’ll find a way to kill me or send me off where I’m never found to keep me quiet. 

“We need to get going.” Q must sense my thoughts. “We need to delete whatever files we can. Moneypenny, you go home and we’ll be in contact.”

She nods. “What about you?”

“0011 and I will hide out at my place.”

This catches my interest. “You mean that?”

Q gives a serious nod. “Yes. My position as Quartermaster is enough for C to want to keep me alive, so he won’t try anything as long as you’re with me.”

Once again I must put my trust in Q’s judgment and hide out in his apartment. On a lighter tone another “sleepover” there doesn’t seem so bad. I rev up the engine and we wave goodbye to Moneypenny as I drive off.

“Have you found a proper apartment yet?” Q asks casually.

“Afraid not. Work’s been too busy, and I’ve grown quite fond of my current housing.”

“I see.”

We ride the rest of the way in silence. The familiar sight of Q’s apartment is a comfort; however when the geek walks up to unlock the ridiculously complicated security system I’m reminded of our current situation. Q’s cats must sense my uneasy nerves because they both run up to rub against my legs.

“They remember you,” Q comments.

“I hope Cricket is doing fine without me. He gets sad when he’s left alone.”

Q hangs up his coat and I swear I hear him mutter “that makes two of us,” but I don’t point it out. If Q wants to spend his time occupied by gadgets and cats I have no control over that.

“I’m afraid there’s not many leftovers in the fridge,” Q says as he examines the kitchen for food. 

“It’s no problem, Q. I’m not that hungry. Besides, I already feel like I’m going to have to start keeping a tab for how often I’ve stayed here.”

“Nonsense,” Q dismisses it. “I’ve had worse houseguests.” Am I going mad or does Q actually want me to stay? “How does reheated casserole sound?”

I plop down at the kitchen table. “Anything you cook is delicious, Quartermaster. If only you could fight off C with your culinary skills as well as your tech genius.”

Q starts to laugh but then we both go silent at the sound of Q’s phone ringing. He takes it out and gives me an anxious look before answering; going off to talk in the back room and leaving me to pet his cats. For being a young agent I’ve certainly had enough life threats. First the scenario with Silva and now C’s trying to snake his way into everything. Soon I hear footsteps and  Q returns to the kitchen.

“What’s the news?”

“That was M. “Q looks up and locks eyes with me. “Bond’s made contact.”

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt24

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"So what other side effects should we be expecting?" Marinette watched the Kwami exchange looks before Wayzz spoke.

"We're not entirely sure. It's very rare to find a True Chosen, and the Order didn't like leaving Miraculous in their hands very long. The fact that there's two of you together will probably enhance any that do present." Wonderful. 

"It's probably why Cass started purring so quickly." Cass groaned at Plagg's observation, and Mari could only chuckle.

"Hopefully, it'll help us get in sync while transformed. Who knows how well our fighting styles match up?" The fact that Cass had been properly trained in multiple fighting styles while her team just sort of picked things up could cause a lot of headaches.

"If there's video, I can watch that to learn." Right, people actually did that. Going over her old fights didn't serve much purpose for her and her team since, even when they repeated, Akumas tended to have different strategies or powers. It was best not to assume you knew what was coming. But to learn their dynamic, it would greatly benefit Cass.

"That's a great idea. Here." She grabbed her laptop and pulled up the Ladyblog. Despite everything else, Alya still managed to get some of the best footage of the fights. Granted, Marinette was at least eighty percent certain she was having Max and Markov hack into city and private cameras to get it. It made having to detransform during a battle a pain in the ass. She pulled up the most recent fight, figuring it would be better to work backwards as their styles had changed drastically since the beginning. 

"That is what you had to work with?" The disgust in Cass' tone as she watched Chat completely destroy one of her plans made her offer a sheepish smile.

"It was complicated." The argument sounded weak, even to her. Cass just offered a hum. As much as she appreciated it...

"You know the error. It does no good pointing it out." 

"Fair enough." As she watched Cass, Mari couldn't help but think about the past. There were so many things she wanted to know, and so many things she didn't. "Do you really never laugh?"

"Noise can be dangerous." It was a simple statement of fact, but it was the most depressing thing she'd ever heard. Mari couldn't even imagine a life of silence, but Cass had been forced to it. No laughter, no words, no music... nothing. Just pain. She could picture Cass as a small child, bruised and bleeding, with no one to turn to. She wouldn't have cried or even whimpered, because even then she knew noise was dangerous. Mari felt rage and sadness building and turning into nausea. 

"Look out!" Mari dove on instinct. When she looked up, there was an Akuma coming towards her. Because she wasn't pissed off enough. She transformed and captured it, but didn't do anything else. It was highly likely it wouldn't be the last one to come for her tonight, and she didn't see a reason to make Hawkmoth's life any easier by making it obvious what was happening to them. She let her transformation fall and all the Kwami were giving her concerned looks. 

"Thanks for the warning, Trixx." The fox Kwami just gave her a strained smile.

"Mari, you might want to... um, shift your focus." Tikki's words were a reminder of the downside of having a Kwami in your head. There was zero privacy. Even if they were right. How she was supposed to do that was the real question. Cass was still in a defensive position, watching the ceiling. 

"It'll take him at least half an hour to send another one." Cass shot her a searching look. 

"How often?" Mari winced.

"Not as much anymore. It helps that my team and parents all know the truth." Her stress level had gone down drastically since Chloe, Luka, and Kagami found out who she was. Her parents... it kind of replaced one type of stress with another, but it was still better overall. Cass frowned at her for a moment before moving to sit behind her and pull her into a hug.

"Not okay." 

"No, it's not. But we'll make it better. What do you think of the rest of my team?" Cass let out a pleased hum.

"Unit." Mari let out an amused huff.

"They might have trouble adjusting to you at first. They've spent so long working around Chat, they won't know what to do with a helpful black cat." That got a low growl. "We'll have to come up with a name for you, and make sure it's said to the press as soon as the battle is over, so some idiotic news personality doesn't stick you with something stupid." Replacing Chat was going to come with a shitstorm of publicity. One more reason she had waited to take his Miraculous. Well, that's what she told herself, anyway.

"You pick." Mari looked back to frown at her, but Cass just raised an eyebrow. "You pick."

"How about Malheur?" That just got another hum. As appropriate as it was, it still hurt. Mari didn't think anything else would be better though, and this, along with Cass' obvious skill once they started fighting, should help keep discontent at the switch to a minimum. "When I talk to the press, just pick a camera and stare it down. It should be unnerving enough to keep the interview short. Especially if you go after the Akuma hard." 

"You want me to hurt?" Mari let out an annoyed sigh.

"No, but I want people scared of you. This has been going on too long and I need to do what I can to make Hawkmoth panic. Anything you do, I can fix. Just keep it confined to the Akuma, because they won't remember what happened. Any pain will be gone as soon as I cast my cure. Well, except for Lila, and I'm honestly okay with that at this point." 

"Lila?" Oh, right, they hadn't gone into that.

"A liar in my class that I'm almost a hundred percent certain is working with Hawkmoth. You can come to school with me and see what you think." Cass didn't need to be warned about the girl. Her body language was so blatant there was no way she'd miss it. "We should probably go out tomorrow and get you used to your transformation, too. Best not to leave it until we have to fight. Well, hopefully." 

Hawkmoth had been sending out more Akumas lately. She wasn't sure if it was desperation or an actual strategy, but she didn't like it. Granted, everything should go faster now that they didn't have to worry about Chat, but she still didn't have the energy to deal with Akumas every day. Especially not if she wanted to maintain her business, and not fail out of school. Mari let out a yawn, and Cass started rubbing soothing circles into her arms.

"I'll be ready." 

"I know. I just don't want you to have to learn everything on the fly like I did. You've had enough to deal with." She grabbed one of Cass' hands and started tracing the scars on it. Far, far too many of them. 

"Mari." Tikki's voice made her look up to see another Akuma come through the wall. She sighed and did the same as the last one, without getting up. The man was persistent. She'd give him that. 

"He can't see?"

"No. He can sense emotions and uses that to guide the Akumas, but he only has a general idea about where they end up, until an actual connection is formed." 

"The boys." 

"They're safe. I assure you, I'm far more pissed off than any of them at the moment." That caused another thought, and she frowned. "Is there anything I can do to make Damian less antagonistic?" He was her baby brother, and she really didn't want him to hate her. 

"Time. Don't back down." She sighed. Not the response she wanted, but that shouldn't surprise her.

"Alfred said our mother contacted Bruce about me." That just got a nod. "Has she ever tried to help you?" Cass didn't answer right away and Mari looked back at her. She had a feeling Cass was trying to come up with a way to say so it wouldn't upset her more. "You don't have to answer. I'm pretty sure I get the gist."

"It's different."

"No, it's fucking not. I don't care if she thinks I'm defenseless and you're not. No child should just be left to suffer on their own. What she did was wrong. When you escaped, it would have been a perfect excuse to bring you here to me, so that you could have the love and care you deserve. She either didn't care enough to monitor you, or didn't care enough to help. That cost us almost ten years apart." Mari felt the sob in her chest before she realized she was crying. It wasn't right, none of it. She could see in her mind the life they should have had. Growing up together. Cass would have been the shy one, while Mari talked non-stop. They would have confused everyone with the way they could communicate without talking. They would have protected each other. Cass wouldn't have been alone.

This time she felt the Akuma on her own. She was tempted to just grab it so she could tell Hawkmoth to go screw himself. If only that were an option. Instead, she did the same as before, but stayed transformed this time. 

"If you let me cataclysm the three you have, it will create a backlash strong enough to knock him out for a few days." She focused on Plagg through her tears.

"You're sure?" The Kwami just nodded, and she opened her yo-yo so they could reach inside. She felt the shock of it, and given her flinch, Cass did too. When she detransformed, she huddled back into her sister. 

"You should sleep." Mari felt herself flinch. Some part of her was certain this was a dream, and sleeping would make it disappear. Cass tightened her arms. "Won't leave. Promise." Mari felt herself drifting off. She felt Cass humming before she heard it. She didn't think it was at all odd that she was humming the lullaby her Maman had always used to put her to sleep.

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Hi love thank you for this !!!!!!!!!!!

I love you (all the ways possible)

T / 8811 words

“I love you,” Buck says softly with his eyes closed and a smile, enjoying the aftertaste of the first sip, but then he abruptly opens his eyes and turns to the shocked Eddie.

“I-I mean like a friend. Platonically. You - you my best friend, Eddie. And I never had one. I’m sorry if it’s strange. It’s probably strange. I'm just, you know, a really emotional person and …”

“I love you too, man,” Eddie cuts his explanations that were already turning into panic.

or, 5 times Buck and Eddie say "I love you" platonically, 1 time Buck says it and Eddie doesn't know it's not platonic, 1 time Eddie says it and Buck doesn't know it's not platonic, and 1 time they both now it's not platonic

Don’t spoil him because you feeling guilty (just love him how you really mean it) G 4,321 words

“First of all, if I remember right, two months ago you were too old to have plushies,” Eddie points, looking at his son. He even portrays how Chris said it to him, which causes Chris to roll his eyes in response. “Don't roll your eyes, Christopher Diaz. Secondly, we agreed that since I'm buying you the fancy console you dreamed of, you don't ask for anything else for a whole month, do you?”

Christopher sighs but nods in agreement. Eddie can't help but smile at how cute his son looks and raises his head to share this moment with Buck, who is not standing next to them. Eddie almost starts to panic when he sees Buck at the checkout.

He returns a minute later and hands the penguin to Chris, who lights up brighter than the sun.

or, 5 times Eddie tries to understand why Buck spoils Chris more than ever after his coma, and 1 time Buck tells him why

I was always in front of you  G 2131 words

“Do you want to help me find a new couch?”

“I thought you needed to choose the couch yourself?” Eddie wants to slap himself. Buck opened his heart in the hope that Eddie will understand him, and Eddie asks this question. But Buck smiles brightly.

“Yes, that’s the point. I`m going to do it. I just would like some opinions from my partner. It’s not like you would choose for me. And I want an opinion from Chris,” Buck says and looks at Eddie like he should understand what he means and wait.

But Eddie can’t fully tell or better say scared to hope what Buck means so another man helps him.

“We can buy a couch together. Three of us,” Buck emphasizes the last part. And Eddie thinks he can’t breathe. He smiles bright and hopefully but he needs to be sure they both understand what it means correctly.

“Like a family?” Eddie asks and hears how behind Chris comes to the kitchen.

or, Eddie comes to see Buck after hospital, helps him to deliver Kameron's baby. then they have movie night with Chris, choose couch together and finally goes on a date Or, how they could end 6x18

We are family (let`s buy pajamas to prove it) G 1787 words

A week. Eddie tried to find the perfect way to ask Buck to marry him for a week. It should be something cute and romantic, but also something only for them.Big romantic gestures are amazing,but Eddie feels like he needs it to be something quiet and domestic.

So while Buck has a shift without him, he searches for the best idea on the Internet. But the last two hours gave him nothing except anxiety.

“Dad!” Chris` scream near his ear scares him, and he almost drops his laptop. Chris smiles at it. “I called you five times. What are you doing?” the boy sits near him and tries to look at his screen.

or Eddie and Chris propose to Buck with cute pajamas

I wanna be yours E 6061

They both just melt into a kiss, enjoying the taste of each other's lips. It's a deep kiss that sends chills down Buck's spine. Eddie literally devours him with his mouth, and Buck doesn't even try to resist.

But they both need to breathe, so they separate to get some air, but after a few seconds Eddie joins their lips again, pushing Buck to the counter in the center of the kitchen, so he hits his back pretty hard, but blue-eyed can't care more about a small bruise while Eddie presses him into the counter and kiss Buck like he's a water source, and Eddie is madly thirsty.

or, after poker smut fic

[slayingfiction]

Just push me down a reversing escalator, omg god I’m going to figure out how proform a taxidermy so i can give myself a well deserve labotonmy and then keep my perfectly preserved empty to all intelligent thought head on display so i can be publicly shamed for the rest of this poor exploited planets existence (humans to earth is as excrement in nail is to humans) like the actual Dunce that i am, i wrote 10,000 words and technology hates my shrivelled scrotum soul and didnt save the draft nkt only that it then descides out mary had a fricky lamb nowhere to refresh. The torment. The anguish. This stuff can make someone try to summon the devil for a favor or some goddamn braincells on my part.

So my question is have you ever lost a large amount of writing or just an amount that you can never see again, its lost in the void its yeeted out your skull, if so what did you do, if not then i'll just be in my basement snacking on my breakdown.

Babe. I'm so sorry. That is heartbreaking.

Much like you, technology hates me and I have had significant amounts of work lost on several occasions. It's one of the worst things I believe could possibly happen to a writer. Here are the steps I go through when this happens.

Search all over to find if you can find a way to recover your material. Ask people, google search, bring it to a specialist IT person if you want, do whatever you need to to get it back if possible. If you cannot get your material back, continue to the next steps.

Grieve. Trust me, no know will judge you for this. Every time I lost my work I would cry, and I mean ugly cry, and have a panic attack. I once even made my sister drive me 20 minutes into the city while I had a panic attack in the middle of a black out to see if I lost all my progress. Grieve, cry, break something. It doesn’t matter. When you write, you put a piece of your soul into it, and now that piece is lost forever. Take your time and properly process what you have lost and cannot get back. When you feel you are ready, move on to the next step.

Get a system in place so that you always have your work saved. Examples: when writing, have a timer on you phone to press save every 20 minutes. Turn on auto save. Keep multiple copies on your laptop, multiple USBs and the cloud. Write in a source that doesn’t need internet in case your internet goes out. Save every chapter in separate files, and a separate document with the full work.

Write down as much as you can remember from your writing. Over the days you can hopefully start to remember a few more things and keep adding to it. You’re much less likely to remember in a state of panic, but try to get to this asap. Short term memory is strongest, but can get lost quickly enough.

Start writing again. Yes, you will feel anxious that it’s going to happen again, and that maybe it’s not worth it. That is completely up to you to decide, but I always think writing is worth it. I’ve had my story improve while writing it the second time, and I’ve also been disappointed that it wasn’t as good as the first time. Write it anyways. If it was only your first draft, it was likely to change anyways in subsequent drafts anyways.

I have lost thousands of words of work, so I can relate to how you feel. It’s devastating and heart wrenching, and I wish you all the best in your writing. If you any any more questions, need any more tips or just want to rant, feel free to reach out. I would be happy to listen. Hopefully this helps you and any others experiencing this.

Happy Writing! @lilyjaycee27

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hello! sorry if this is annoying and feel free to ignore me if this is a question you get a lot but I was curious if you are the author of "The Judge's choice" on AO3.

I was feeling nostalgic a few days ago and wanted to re-read the fics that got me into fanfiction in the first place so imagine my surprise when I can't seem to find this fic in my bookmarks nor on the author's ao3 page. Anyhow, long story short, I went on a 4 hour investigation spree looking for the fic and stumble upon this post on your blog (https://www.tumblr.com/fortunatelycooltrash/190283589313/where-can-i-find-the-fanfic?source=share) that seemingly has the link i'm searching for but when I enter it doesn't work. So yeah, I think the work might be deleted and I wanted to know whether it was conscious choice on your part because this fic meant a lot to me and it would be a pity for it to be lost but at the same time I respect if that is your final decision for whatever reason (you already provided so many great works to the site that I can't really ask for more, y'know?).

I know this is old and that what I’m about to say is somewhat not relevant to your ask but it will answer your questions and hopefully anyone else that travels over from my ao3 account.

While I don’t plan to permanently be away, hardly anyone ever does. I didn’t shut off my laptop one day and decide I hated my stories and didn’t want to write them anymore, but life has a funny way of making writing funky cat stories sit on the back burner and then you turn around and it’s been years. The troubles I mentioned in my notes were not the worst ones to come and they never quite ended, there’s always a fire to put out somewhere and usually it burns out my motivation before I can put it out.

While I do understand people loved the story, the truth is that I really, really, don’t and I hate that stupid 15yr old me put it out for everyone to read without even polishing it. Even when I tried to revamp it, it would essentially be rewriting it which was too big a project for me to take on with everything else in my life.

It’s writing is bad to me and it embarrasses me for it to be public in any form, hence why comments that try and post links to downloaded versions or the way back machine are deleted from any other work they comment on. I can’t stop people from having these and, frankly, I don’t mind whoever has them having them <privately> but I prefer it to not be posted all over a Small Flame or A Snuffed Spark which are works that I was actually kind of proud of.

I know the intent is not malicious or disrespectful but to me it is. If I wanted the fic all over my profile, even when I’ve stepped away from it, I’d not have taken it down. The works I’m comfortable with being public are the ones I’ve allowed to stay up.

If you have a copy of it, or can find a copy of it, that does not bother me but please do not post it on my other works. I don’t want it on my profile or reposted on the site at this moment.

I may rewrite it someday into something more polished and, for god’s sake, <spell checked> but for now that project is the last thing on my mind. I’d most likely continue A small flame before anything else.

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Y O U

I've been meaning to do this for a while BUT I KEPT FORGETTING Fanfic emoji asks!

😅 🎢 ✨ 🎶 🍷 🍆 ❌ 🎃 🎯 🎨 🤩 🤯 🥰

(Hopefully it works because I am currently on laptop so I'm copy pasting some of the emotes :D)

Seems to have worked fine! And I looked back in my blog but couldn't find it so I just searched for it, hope it's the same one >.<

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? - Tbh I feel like after any amount of time, all of my work is embarrassing to look back at 〒▽〒

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? - Prolly Occupational Hazards, and maybe the one I'm currently writing since it's also gonna have a lot of action/horror

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. - NO >:ccc Ok well I guess??? I'm proud of like actually getting myself to make stuff I want to make. It's so easy for me to come up with ideas (well most of the time) but actually writing them??? Hhhhhhhhhgghhgh

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? - Yep! Atm my current go-to is this because it fits the vibe of the story pretty well

🍷 Do you drink and write? - Occasionally?? I don't drink much since I have a sensitive stomach and when I do I don't tend to try writing because I get all giggly and lazy

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic? - Technically?? But I keep a majority of them for me myself and I because a majority of my spicy content is in fact highly specific to my interests and well, it's eMBARRASSING ----┌( ಠ_ಠ)┘ Out of the two I've posted publicly in this fandom, How to Lure a Handler is obvs the most popular since I deleted the other gjreigjioejgioj (and for good reason, jesus christ it was self-indulgent to a fault)

❌ What's a trope you will never write? - Probably any kind of major character death, UNLESS they come back right away or it's a major character who sucks- like Pee paw Asston

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic? - Technically?? Usually I get too busy with holiday stuff/have too much pressure to write something for a holiday that it discourages me from actually writing anything, but You Will Be a Monument to my Name is technically a very late Halloween fic

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? - Some of my readers have created major plot points 😂 Seriously my readers are so much more imaginative than I could ever be (I use said plot points only with their consent + credit)

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories? - I ADORE IT AND EAT IT AND DEVOUR IT AND WANT TO PIN IT ON MY WALLS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA but at the same time I feel completely undeserving of it

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? - ............ ogireuhgj3rhgu5r3uguihg Ya'll know this one ☀️

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? - Every genre tbh, but especially action/thriller/horror because idk I tend to write everything in a chronological?? way rather than using descriptive sensory elements and such. Ironically it's my fav genre/s to write

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics? - ABSO-FUCKIN-LUTELY and again I feel like a potato who does not in any way warrant any kind of people's time BUT I STILL LOVE AND APPRICIATE IT EVEN SO

[crinkled-emotions]

Could you do numbers 13 and 10 please? I love these little stories ❤️ Thank you so much

You got it!!

Sorry these are taking so long, I’ve been covering a more senior position at work and it’s stressful. Honestly can’t believe I ever wanted the job on a part time salary lmao. Ah well, lesson learned right?

10. "We can take a break if you feel unwell. How does that sound?" and 13. "You slept here? That's rough..."

Rooster walked into the bathrooms, whistling to himself as he always did. He jumped when he heard gagging, glancing around to try and figure out where it was coming from.

"Uh... hello?"

No answer, just the gagging. Duh, Bradley.

"Hang on two seconds, wherever you are."

He made a pit stop at the urinal, washed his hands, then searched the stalls. After starting at the front he found Hangman curled up around the toilet in the last one, grimacing as he put his head over the bowl repeatedly.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"Oh, man, this is so awkward..."

Jake swiped at his eyes, streaming from the intense retching his body had just put him through.

"What's awkward about it? You're puking your guts up- is that your laptop and a blanket? Dude, you slept here? That's rough..."

"I couldn't move, I kept throwing up."

“Hm. Well, the good news is, you look like shit. The bad news is, you look like shit.”

“Rooster, fuck off alread-”

Jake leaned back over the toilet again, Bradley watching his entire body tense right before he threw up again. Finally, Rooster had had enough.

“Be right back.”

-

“How did you end up here?”

Maverick knelt by Jake, frowning as he cupped his forehead with his palm.

“Mav, it’s not- it’s not serious. I’m okay,” Jake whispered, throat hoarse from everything he’d been up to the night before.

No- hey! Not like that!

“He’s burning up. Kinda like you do, Roo. Go get me a wet cloth, huh? And maybe some water?”

Rooster left the bathroom, Maverick frowning as he tried to get Hangman to look at him. Being Hangman, he refused.

“I’m okay, Mav. Just a little nauseous. Think it’s all the G’s we’ve been pulling,” Jake tried to insist. Maverick snorted, his hand firm and warm on Jake’s shoulders.

“I don’t think so, but if that’s what you want to believe. Hopefully Rooster will bring back some ibuprofen as well, that fever is making me nervous.”

“I’m always hot, Mav.”

“I’m sure you are, Bagman. C’mon, let’s get this shirt off you, it’s probably not helping.”

They managed to work together to get the sweat-soaked shirt off Jake’s torso, leaving it in the corner of the stall. It was cramped in there considering it was barely big enough to fit Jake, let alone his laptop and Maverick as well.

“Who brought you your laptop?” Maverick asked after a moment, still running his fingers carefully through the hair at the nape of Jake’s neck.

“Bob. He heard me pukin’ my guts up, asked if I wanted anything. My phone was already dead, so- laptop.”

“Riiiight. He didn’t offer to help you back to bed?”

“Wouldn’t have been able to. Every time I go to stand, it’s just-”

He stifled a gag and Maverick got the picture.

“Bradley,” he called softly to Rooster hanging by the stall door, “I think Jake could use some Pedialyte. Maybe you could grab some from your stash?”

“Mmhmm, got it.”

Jake listened to Rooster leave, the bathroom door closing behind him, and Maverick focused his attention on Jake.

“What do you need? Do you usually spike fevers when you’re like this?”

“Not sure, don’t remember the last time I got this sick.”

He swallowed, wincing as he turned back to the bowl. Maverick grimaced, running a hand down his back.

“Breathe, kid, slow your breathing down. I think you’re running on empty.”

-

When the gagging finally stopped Maverick put his hands under Jake’s arms and hoisted him to lean against the wall, frowning.

“Look at me, Jake. Do you think you can get up?”

“No,” he confessed.

“Okay, hang tight. I’m gonna go get medics-”

“-I don’t want to go to the fucking infirmary, Mav!”

“Get your ass up then!”

Jake hauled himself up suddenly, looking very similar to Bambi on ice. Maverick snorted, hands coming out to support Jake’s shoulders.

“There ya go. We can take a break if you feel unwell, how does that sound?”

“Hmph.”

-

The second his head hit the pillow, Jake felt his whole body relax. His shoulders loosened and his hand released. Maverick smiled, pausing to put a bucket on the floor. He’d managed to find it whilst helping Jake back to his room. As per usual, where Maverick was Rooster wasn’t far behind and he was hovering by the door.

“Is that better?” He asked Jake, watching him in concern. Jake shook his head, already reaching for the bucket. Maverick caught him at the last moment and Rooster, taller than Maverick and Hangman, stepped in to hold him up.

“Hang on, man, I gotcha- uh, pun not intended.”

Maverick stifled a snort, watching Hangman lean into Rooster’s grip so he could focus on not losing his stomach contents. It was just Pedialyte, anyway, no big deal- but fuck it hurt. When the urge to gag dissipated, Jake curled up on his bed and Maverick glanced over at Rooster.

“Go to work, I’ll talk to you later. I think I’m gonna stay here, make sure Jake’s okay.”

“Cool. Call if either of you need anything.”

Rooster exited stage right, muttering about how he was definitely going to get whatever Jake had contracted. Maverick’s attention turned back to Jake’s shaking form, running a hand over his shoulders.

“C’mon, get under the covers. There ya go, that’s it. Nice and steady, shhhh... we’re gonna get you feeling better soon, yeah? Just a flu, probably, but you’re running on empty and it’s making it all worse.”

Jake stifled a groan when a cramp shot through his stomach, white knuckling the sheets.

“Mav,” he whispered, “I don’t think I can make class today.”

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[epic-mick]

Ignore and keep scrolling if you’re searching for art or mentioning of any toon media.

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If you ever realize my quality art going down that simply means I’m not home period. I drew on my laptop, so I don’t get to use my preferred program or stylus. So that’s when I’m like “okay I’m not gonna take this serious, I can go lazy now lol.”

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Continue if you somehow care about my well-being idk.

(TW: MENTION OF INJURY)

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Also I don’t know if this counts but (tw) my left hand is injured by a level 4 bite from a stray dog from last night on Friday. I couldn’t go to the doctors because I had to go to a wedding in the afternoon. And I’m still not home.. so hopefully I go to the doctors during Wednesday??? Or try to get in the morning.

I used antibiotics, and the medkit, so it’s “okay.”

The more I think about how it’s insane how you can go through so much pain, but Then you hop back online and nobody would have a clue of what hell you’ve went through. I’ve never talk about close death or dangerous close calls online, but when it interferes with artwork then I start to open up just a tiny bit. I treat my hobby like a consistent one..

Anyways hhh yeah. Will definitely delete this post soon- or atleast edit until I go to the doctors. Why? Because if something happens to me like bacteria going into the bloodstream then you’ll know why I’m not online lol. I really am sleeping on potential horrible outcomes of not getting checked early.