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[nadinefromwhere]

Self Aware (part 1)

self aware! Zayne x Reader

warnings: none

is it this bad when i say kinda wanted to post this with the other parts of the li's but i got lazy-

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Zayne feels weird. Like really really weird. He feels like something was watching him, everywhere he goes or when he visits the cafe, it was like someone was watching every step he took. 

Meanwhile you, on the other hand, were taking your internship at your university’s hospital. Finally after spending 20 hours at shift, you finally come home and plop in your bed. Immediately, the first thing you do is open the game of love and deep space. It’s been famous for a while now so you decided to play the game. Eventually you get attracted to a young doctor. He was the same age as you, his name was Zayne. Really smart and also to make it better he was a doctor just like you..

After doing your dailies, you decided to do the claw machine with Zayne. You swear to yourself this hasn't happened before. Why was he just…..staring at you? Staring at the screen as if he’s trying to look at you is creepy.. It was more as if he was trying to break the 4th wall….

“Who are you?” you hear zayne say. As he slowly walks towards the invisible screen. Can he see you perhaps? In an attempt, you tried exiting the game but to avail you couldn’t. Why out of all the times your screen had to freeze like this? As the man on your screen looks at the invisible barrier that separates you both, you panic and throw your phone across the room.

Were you hallucinating? It can’t..that can’t happen in the game right? 

“That’s it, I'm napping. I'm not going through this anymore” you say to yourself as you head off to dreamland….

Zayne on the other hand, the young doctor was confused about what was happening. Was that… I mean her watching him the entire time? What was happening? Or is he just hallucinating? Whatever happened earlier didn't seem normal

He was lost in the sea of thoughts, until you MC snaps him out

“Zayne, are you alright?” Your Mc says as she asked the doctor in front of her, concerned.

“Don't worry, I'm alright,” He says calmly. As if he wasn't in a trance on what had just happened earlier. 

As weeks go by, he eventually finds out that the world around him seemed that it was watched on. Something fictional. Zayne also later on concluded that there was someone indeed watching him, especially when he goes to destiny cafe. He also later on discovered that Mc was some sort of vessel to this person watching him. 

If he had a chance to wish, he would like to meet the person in question. But how???

Meanwhile you it’s been a few days since that strange incident had happened, since then you haven’t logged back in the game yet cause of course on how packed your schedule is.

Despite the days passing as quick as a run, you still never gotten over the fact that zayne started walking towards you. You even went on twitter and asked if it was a feature in game just to find out it wasn't so how? How was that possible? 

Until one day everything changed. During break, you received a message from an unknown person, and who was he? Well it was no other than him 

Messages

Unknown contact: hello? Mc? Is this your new phone number?

You:Hello, who is this? The person you're referring to is not me.

Thinking about it for a moment, the name the person was referring to sounded familiar. Was it. No it couldn't be 

You: wait that's actually me i'm sorry i misread earlier 

Unknown contact: did you take your medicine earlier?

You: who are you?

Unknown contact: it’s me zayne, have you forgotten my phone number?

Zayne??? How was that possible? He doesn't exist. He isn’t even real but how can he contact you? 

You: if you're Zayne then…..send me a pic of yourself, there’s no way you're him.

Of course the person was just joking. That actually isn't him.

As the person sends you a picture of themselves, it looks exactly like him. From his matcha - green eyes, pitch black hair, those thin lips. It was him, but how could he exist?

You: zayne…ZAYNE???

Zayne: It took me sometime on what had happened back in the claw machine. So to summarize what had happened so far from my perspective it seems like I'm in some sort of game…. And the person I was with the entire time wasn’t you.. It seems as if it was some vessel to something…

You: how did you-

Zayne: But for now the only way that i can talk to you is through here only. Sadly i can’t talk to you in the game as it is only limited

Zayne: It’s as if someone’s watching me other than you. Limiting my words everytime when you drop by the cafe just to say hello.

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Days passed, work hours got longer like a pasta noodle, his sudden disappearance concerns you like the plague. Even if you were playing the game, you eventually did notice that Zayne was…eerily quiet..as if he was watching your every move, Was someone controlling him? You wonder.

Even when messaging him, he doesn't reply at all. It has almost been 3 weeks since you both last spoke and it's starting to concern you. What happened to him? You wondered as you clock in at work…..

Months passed by and since then there was no reply from him. Not even a message or anything. He’s always the same every time when you get in the game. He was like some mannequin who would stand in place, not talking or either at least greeting you  good morning. Nothing. Nothing at all. 

Until everything changed one day, suddenly while at work, your boss had announced that someone would be joining today at work. A cardiologist, he says. Before you could think of anything else, you froze in shock. 

It was him. Were you hallucinating? It's actually him. It was no other than Zayne himself…..

After the small party of the new cardiac surgeon that just started his first day of work, You immediately pull him out of the room. He was here. You were not dreaming anymore, his actually here.

“Zayne?” you say, as you look into his eyes.

“I guess we cross paths again after so long” He says a smile forming at his lips

“What happened? Are you okay?” you ask touching both of his cheeks making sure he was real and you on the other hand was not hallucinating.

“Well maybe or not I have left that  world to be with you” Zayne says taking your hand from his cheeks, to touch his.

“I'm so happy you're here” you say hugging him

“And I am too,” he says, whispering into your ear.

Nothing will happen later on right?

[worldly-fluster]

Like... WARNING THIS MIGHT TRIGGER SOMEONE.

The LADS boys when...they find your 'Diary'

--Xavier-- Part 2 of 4

I call my Diary, 'My Death Book' because I want people to be able to read it after I'm gone and be able to understand how I think, somewhat. I made these because I wondered what their reaction would be if they saw it with no context lol

All other details of this are on part 1 Sylus' so, go read it lol cause I also updated it to make it better.

Anyway- you done been warned it is ANGST.

Xavier-

•He felt he knew a lot about you, if not everything.

•Your favorite song, favorite food, favorite drink. He even knew your favorite color, even though it changed a lot.

•He wanted to know more, sure, but he didn't want to overstep any boundaries you set. Hell, it took him months just to be able to stand next to you without you taking multiple steps back.

•He asked once why you stepped back, you told him that you just don't like people that close.

•He was ecstatic when you started standing close enough to him to brush hands. His slow heart starting to beat a little faster at every small touch.

•He also noticed you laughed more, talked more. In the beginning you barely spoke two sentences before going quiet, you said it's because your voice hurt and you liked company more than conversation.

•Now you talk so much he noticed you had an adorable stutter and a slight accent. He loved to hear you speak.

•But then one day, while you both were having fun trying to get plushies in the claw machine, you were having so much fun neither of you noticed an older woman walk up and stand with her arms crossed and a disappointed glare.

•Not until you both heard an 'Ahem' from behind.

•The voice was familiar to you, making you flinch.

•"What are you doing? Haven't I told you not to waste your money on these games? And who's this? It better not be a boyfriend or we'll have to have another talk."

•Xavier stared at the lady for a bit before looking over at you, opening his mouth to ask you who this was, when he saw your face.

•Your face was now devoid of the spark he loved so much, your lips pulled into a thin line and eyes lifeless.

•He stood straight as his eyes widened a bit, especially when he heard your now small voice answer.

•"Yes Mom."

•Just before the lady could speak anymore, Xavier stood protectively in front of you, his hand reaching back and holding yours gently.

•He spoke in a stiff, confident voice, his lips in a tight smile as the lights around you flickered.

•"Okay Ma'am, I'm going to be taking her with me. If you follow us or say one more word to her, I will not promise your safety."

•He pulled you along as you both heard the lady spluttering out about manners. Your eyes widened as you stared at Xavier's back, not used to somebody speaking up for you.

•Xavier's blood was hot with anger towards that woman, your supposed Mother. How could she talk to her daughter like that? I mean, yeah, it's a waist of money playing the claw machine but you love it so he doesn't care. Spend his money.

•He took you straight to your apartment for some much needed downtime, he wants to cuddle and nap but he feels lucky to be holding your hand rn and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with him. He'll wait.

•You both sat on your couch, he didn't want to leave you alone at the time, he never does.

•You weren't talking much so he decided to put on a movie, of which you immediately fell asleep watching.

•He smiled a bit as he got up to grab a blanket and cover you with. As he was tucking the blanket around you he found a notebook hidden away between the pillows on the couch.

•Out of curiosity and wanting to move it so you can be comfortable, he opened it. Thinking maybe it was a diary of some sort.

•The first page made him breathe in sharply and his blood run cold.

•The page was Titled, 'My Death Book'.

•As he flipped through it, he found it had things ranging from what you want at your funeral to small tidbits from day to day life.

•Most pages made him want to scoop you into his arms and protect you, even from yourself. Other pages had left a bitter sweet taste in his mouth. As if to help whomever would read this through the grief of losing you.

•When he got to the last page you wrote in, he closed the book, put it back where he found it and sat on the ground next to your sleeping form.

•He lay his head next to yours as he watched you sleep, gently holding your hand, as a lump formed in his throat. He watched your lips part as you breathed deeply, seeing every small twitch you made. His eyes closed as he pulled your hand to his face, holding in there to feel your warmth.

•He wants to protect you from all the things written in that book, wants to make sure you never have to finish writing in it. He really wants to make sure you never run into any of those terrible people again...

•He doesn't ever think he'll be able to leave you alone, ever again. He doesn't want to have to read that book again...and not be able to hold you after.

[honeytonedhottie]

for rest and relaxation⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎐

GIVE YOURSELF TIME ;

give yourself time to rest and relax and focus entirely on yourself and feeling better. choose a specified amount of time to just rest. this frees up time for inner work, healing etc. during that time identify the "why" to which u feel the way that you do.

identifying the issue helps you, after the rest and relaxation, to understand what it is that u need to focus on the most. therefore u can formulate goals suited to deal with the issue. set some ground rules before you start your resting period so that then your not going to be moving backwards on your goals.

RESTFUL MOVING ;

when u rest its important to not just sit at 0%. what i mean by that is always do at least a little something. when u make it a habit to just give 0% and do absolutely nothing, you'll find that things that u worked for will start to deteriorate and ur health both mentally and physically will be worse then when u started which isnt the point of rest at ALL.

im not saying that while ur resting and relaxing you have to be doing a whole workout or running x amount of miles. what im saying is that whilst resting do 1% of that. an example of restful moving could be...

dance when u wake up - i saw this in a tiktok and basically the logic behind this is that when ur dancing ur giving your body freedom and fluidity that translates to ur brain as well. so that then ur not so stiff and rigid and it improves ur mood.

DURING THE ROT ;

something that i find interesting to do is that while ur rotting, document it and write out what u do/did while rotting. that way when ur done with ur rest and relaxation you can look back and see what u did. doing so can also help u see what u needed or easily identify what was wrong/what sent u into rot.

ways i spend my resting time : setting aside time to think, write in my journal. spending time girlblogging, working on projects and formulating ideas. spending quality time with my dog. watching shows that i have on my watch list. reading lots and lots of books, manga etc. taking frequent naps and writing down the dreams that i've had. doom-scrolling on tiktok. watching true crime video essays.

AFTER THE ROT ;

if you haven't read my post the feel better formula, i rly recommend that u do so that then u can see the how to get out of that rot. but if u haven't read the post i'll quickly go over the points here.

listening to music and dancing

listen to songs that give you dopamine and just songs that you'd feel comfortable dancing to. in the feel better formula post i mentioned that twice gives me lots of dopamine so whenever i need some i listen to their songs.

practicing self care

getting ready everyday has been a game changer for me. even if ur not going out after ur rot just get ready as though you were. get into some cute clothes, practice self care, do ur makeup

a nice long journalling session

my journalling routine is update my diary 2x a week and do a shadow work session 1x a week. but for my longer journaling sessions i'll do an extended shadow work session and journal and get out whatevers on my mind onto paper.

(self care activity + something that engages ur mind + REAL rest + movement + hobby = feeling better).

SOME WAYS TO RELAX ;

sound bath ; sound healing is something that’s been interesting to learn about for me. so the concept of a sound bath is just relaxing and bathing yourself in sound frequencies as a way to relieve stress, healing, and general wellness. 

how i like to do it, is i’ll just look up “sound bath” on youtube and while im stretching or just laying down i’ll listen to it and it’s so soothing! or i listen to these subliminals by i want it i got it and they have frequencies in them so i do that as well. 

at home spa day ; reference this post bcuz it gives a little at home spa day routine.

[gojolvs]

I still want you.

Chapter 1

⤿ Satoru Gojou x reader

Falling in love with the Satoru Gojou wasnt an easy task. You truly love him but will this come to an end?

Warning/ tags; angst, profanity, smoking, cursing, smut, cheating.

Genre; angst, cheating, infidelity, jjk, Gojou x reader

Notes: the tag-list is open if you’d like to be mentioned everytime i update just send me a message.

master-list ⤏ chapter 2

you knew it would eventually come to this.

"Saturo where are you?" Gripping the phone you waited for one of his excuses again. This wasn't the first time he missed your sons birthday party. The first time you let it go because his excuse was working late but now this is the third time he's done this. "Listen, im on my way to the house im passing by to get his cake okay. Just trust me i swear," Panting, you could hear him slamming a door and run towards his car. "Really Satoru?! i asked you to buy the cake 3 hours ago!!" It was evident you were starting to get mad, pissed to be exact. Not only did you ask him to buy the cake, it was already starting to get late.

Your son was sitting down next to you playing with some of the toys you had bought him for his last birthday. Of course because he was only 4 years old he didn't know what was going on. He expected his daddy to come home and shower him in kisses and hugs telling him happy birthday and how much he loved him. "mommy...when is daddy coming? I want to sleep," Rubbing his eyes he laid his head on your lap. Slowly caressing his hair you smiled at him "Soon baby, he'll be here soon... Why don't you take a nap while we wait?" Smiling at him you waited for his response. He flickered his beautiful long eyelashes nodding his head as you pulled him closer to you. "See? Even your own son is tired of waiting for you. Get home now." Was the last thing you said before hanging up.

You gently grabbed the blanket that was next to you, placing it on top of your son so he wouldn't get cold. sighing you gently moved his head from your lap onto a pillow. God who knew how much Satoru would forget about your son. Not only did he suggest on having a child and being there to always support you... What a liar. Your footsteps echoed in the silent apartment. The floor was cold, wind blowing from the windows. Geez, after everything you still loved Satoru. You grabbed a cigarette from your drawer, walking towards the balcony you lit the cigar. You really didn't like smoking at all but for some reason it set you at ease.

Trying to control your anger you just stared at the sky. Watching how the stars shined and how beautiful the moon was. The way the bird chirped or the way the car sounded when it passed by the apartment. You lived in a luxurious apartment. 3 story with 3 bedrooms and 4 restrooms. Like they usually say money can't buy happiness.

Letting another puff of smoke emit from your mouth you hanged your head low. Slowly blinking you started to cry. Life was certainly not going your way. Your husband never being home, your child never having a good childhood without hearing his parents fight. You even considered sending him with your parents for a while but Satoru didn't like the idea at all. You truly loved Satoru with all your heart. Being highschool sweethearts until now. Were we to young? was it because I was pregnant? is that why he decided to marry me.. shaking your head you kept on reassuring yourself that wasn't the case.

You were only 18 when you got pregnant. Straight out of highschool you found out you were pregnant. Telling Satoru was the only good memory you had left. The way his eyes shined when you told him. Him jumping with joy and excitement to have a child. As soon as the word spread he swore to take care of you and your child no matter what. Swearing that he would marry you as soon as he could.

Throwing the small cigar you walked back into the living room, grabbing a pack of gum and chewing it so your son wouldn't smell the intoxicating smell of cigarettes. Your eyes slowly shifted to the picture to your right. A picture of you and Satoru after getting married. Both of you smiling, you could almost remember how happy you were. Suddenly the door opened, Satoru was holding some flowers and a small cake on the other hand. Smiling he entered. "Im sorry im so late" His eyes shifted to the kitchen seeing the plate of food you left for him and then back to you. "Okay, im going to wake sumire up." You paid no attention to the flowers he got you.

He got sunflowers.. sunflowers the one flower you hated because you would always get a puffy face when you were near them. He didn't even remember your favorite flower. Even though you named your own child the flowers name.

Wiping a tear you gently woke up sumire. "Honey, your dad is here. Cmon go say hi," patting his back you lifted him up. He rubbed his eyes before wrapping his tiny arms around your neck. "Daddy!!" you placed sumire down before he ran towards Satoru. "I missed you so much daddy!! Mommy was so sad when you weren't here for the party..." Hugging Satoru he told him all about the party. You grabbed the cake from Satoru placing down in the counter. "Satoru can you get the candles from the cabinet please." He looked at you with sad eyes. You could obviously tell he was sorry but you didn't want to accept his apology.

"Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear sumire...Happy birthday to you!" Smiling you kissed his cheek. He giggled kissing you back on the cheek. "Mommy can i open my gifts now!!" kicking his feet he impatiently moved around. Looking at satoru you signaled him to get the gifts from your room. "Yes honey, you may." You quickly fixed his hair before Satoru came back.

You truly adored your son, he was beautiful. His beautiful blue eyes he got from Satoru and your H/C hair. The way it matched so perfectly made him look ethereal. He didnt even look real, you already imagined yourself old and him having his own little family. Smiling you gave him one last kiss and waited for Satoru to come back. Speaking of the devil he was walking towards you right now. "Alright pick which one you want to open first." Two big presents where laid on the counter.

"Satoru don't lie to me why were you late again?" sumire was sleeping soundly in his room, standing next to your bed you waited for him to answer. "Listen i don't want to do this right now.." He said avoiding eye contact. Shaking your head you let out a laugh "You dont want to do this? neither do i, but then how are we going to fix this? how are we supposed to fix us."

Shaking your head, tears started to build up. breathing heavily you looked at him with anger, sadness, and disappointment. "You know how many times i have to pretend im okay. Do you know how many times i have to tell sumire you're working hard for us, that you still love him?" Satoru got up trying to grab you, you pushed his hand away. "im sorry." he said looking at how destroyed you were. Watching how your mascara stained your cheeks, how your lipstick was smudged from the side. "i hate you." yelling at him he grabbed you. Pulling you into him, his grip getting stronger by the second.

"I know you don't mean that Y/N." he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your eyes flashing with anger, you started hitting his chest. "Let me go Satoru" you kept on trying to get his hands off but he wouldn't let go. "Im not going to let you go until you calm down Y/N" His eyes met yours, seeing how he had no reaction to this made you fill with rage. what the actual fuck? was he really not even moved by what you said? "How do you just stand there not doing anything not feeling anything for me? while i cry my ass out begging you to act like a father not for me but for our child.

Hitting his chest repeatedly you assumed he would lose his grip on you. "Just got to sleep Y/N you're tired." He clutched your chin and stared into your eyes. His hair was messy, and his eyes had no emotion. He was tired, but so were you. You began to cry, hiding your face from your husband who just stared. It sucked being the only one who cared about this marriage. “Im sorry.” He leaned in slowly to kiss your forehead caressing your face while he frowned at you. Satoru truly felt sorry but not for this situation.

“Hey, I'll make it up to you.” He leaned into you and kissed you gently. Despite the passionate kiss, you felt nothing towards it. You usually get butterflies when Satoru kisses you this way. When he kissed, he usually did so in a rough and sensual way. Nowadays, you and Satoru rarely even kiss. You would always find him randomly approaching you and letting you know he "missed you" with a small peck on the lips or even a full makeout session behind the gym. You really missed the way his soft lips felt against yours. Every once in a while, he would touch your waist and squeeze it.

He was such a gentleman back then, not that he isn't now, but back then he was so different. Once he stopped kissing you he stared into your eyes saying the words that once meant everything to you.

“I love you so much.”

You just stared back not saying a single word. “Me too.” Finally he decided to let go of you, pushing you onto the bed. “Listen next week my company is going to a business trip. I already booked a room for us.” Turning off the lights he cuddled into you. Leaving you to your thoughts you didn't know what to do. 'was he really going to act like we're okay? like if our family isn't slowly falling apart...?' Closing your eyes you let out a small breath, crying yourself to sleep.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Hi again, same anon that asked for the ovulating reader thing. I wouldn't mind either but if you could do maybe a mix of both like fluffy at first and it leads to smut that would be great!!😊

I hope you like itttt! :)

Pieces of you - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You're extra needy of Ethan's attention.

A/N: TWO POSTS IN ONE NIGHT. I feel like I've been slacking a little lately lol. I'll be updating my masterlist tomorrow with everything that isn't already on it:)

Ethan had just gotten his own apartment, and you pretty much moved in with him almost immediately. He never wanted you to leave, because he loved waking up next to you. He’d gotten used to all the cute little random things you like to do and became more familiar with your emotions as he spent all his free time with you. But today, you were acting differently. He couldn’t figure you out.

When you woke up from a nap, you walked out of the bedroom to see Ethan on the couch watching a movie.

“Why’d you leave me in there?” you asked.

You fell asleep with him spooning you, because you needed him around you.

“I’m sorry babe. I wasn’t tired and I didn’t want to wake you up,” he said, as you sat down on his lap.

You snuggled into him as he sat there, your head laying on his chest.

“I missed you,” you said, taking in his scent. “The body wash you use smells amazing on you.”

He laughed a little at your comment, wrapping his arm around you. He focused on the movie he was watching, but you wanted him to focus on you.

You traced your fingers over his shirt-covered abs, as he started to wiggle. The movement of his hips made you gasp.

“You’re tickling me,” he laughed, as you stopped moving your fingers.

You sat there in silence for a few minutes, but he could tell something was bothering you.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I don’t know, I just…I feel weird today,” you said, “Can we talk? Like, about anything. I don’t care if its school.”

“Uh,” he said, pausing the tv, “sure, baby. I’m going to be really busy with school next semester, I hope you don’t mind.”

You did mind, but that’s probably just your hormones talking.

“What new classes are you taking?” you asked, placing a kiss to his chest.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but admire the sound of his voice, and the way his words vibrated through his chest as he talked.

“Are you listening, baby?” he asked, trying to look down at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. What did you say?” you asked, as your hand rubbed up and down his chest.

“I was asking what you have going on after break’s over. What classes are you taking?” he asked, his hand running along your hip. The simple action wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but it was starting to drive you crazy.

“Oh, um, I’m not really sure. I’ll check later and let you know.” You said, his hand movements really getting to you. “Can you stop rubbing my hip like that?”

He stopped his actions, feeling confused.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t know you didn’t like it,” he said, holding his hand still.

“I love it, but you just can’t do it right now,” you said, holding on to him.

Ethan sat there, still confused, trying to figure out what was going on.

“You haven’t eaten anything yet, do you want to go get some food?” he asked, gently scooting you off him to stand up. “I’m starting to get really hungry, and we forgot to go grocery shopping.”

The only thing you were hungry for was him, but you decided to get up too.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you said, slipping on your sneakers as he grabbed his keys.

You sat in the passenger’s seat struggling to sit still. You really missed the loss of contact, but you also didn’t want your boyfriend to starve.

“Do you want to go to a sit-down restaurant, or you want fast food?” he asked, as his hand rested on your thigh.

“Oh, um, I don’t know. Whatever you want, babe,” you said, watching his hand rub up and down your thigh.

“You okay with Olive Garden? I really want some pasta,” he said, glancing over to you before focusing on the road in front of him.

“That’s fine,” you said, as he took a left turn towards the restaurant.

Once you got there, you took a seat across from him at the table. The waitress was quick with your drink order, but you felt like the food was taking forever.

“You want a breadstick?” he asked, taking a bite. “They’re so good.”

“Sure,” you said, finally deciding to eat something.

“Babe, are you sure you’re okay? If I did something, you’d tell me, right?” he asked, as the food was finally sat in front of us.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a little needy today,” you said, twirling the spaghetti noodles around on your fork.

“It’s okay, I like you being all cozy with me,” he said, as he started to eat his food. “Fuck, this tastes amazing.”

You started to realize that if you didn’t fuck him soon, you might actually lose your mind. He grabbed your hand on top of the table as you talked about the things you wanted to do for the rest of the break.

“Babe, can we get out of here soon?” you asked, looking for the waitress.

“We can take the rest to go,” he said with a smile as his fingers played with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, as the waitress walked over to give Ethan the check.

On the way home, his hand was back on your thigh. His thumb was rubbing circles against you, and you finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“We need to get back home,” you said, stopping his hand.

“Why, babe? I was thinking we could go to this cute overlook. I brought a blanket, and we can cuddle while the sun sets,” he said, and you started to feel bad because it was so sweet and romantic…but you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“If you don’t take me home and fuck me, we’re going to have to do it in your car. I need it, baby,” you said, your pleading eyes connected with his.

“Is this what’s been bothering you all day? You just need me to fuck you?” he smirked, starting his hand movements on your leg again. “All you had to do was ask, babe. You know I love it.”

“I’ve been trying to hold back all day,” you said, gasping as he squeezed your thigh.

“Don’t ever hold back again, okay?” he said, as he turned into the parking lot of the apartment complex.

You both got out of the car and hurried up the stairs to his door. When you made it inside, you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room. You stripped out of your clothes in seconds as Ethan stood there, watching you. You started to get impatient as you walked over to him, lifting his shirt over his head. His lips connected with yours as he unhooked his belt and slid his pants down his thighs.

“I guess you really do need it,” he said, as your hand stroked his cock through his boxers.

“So bad,” you mumbled against his lips.

You led him back to the bed, lightly shoving him so he’d fall back. You straddled him, grinding your wet pussy against his clothed cock. You lifted off him a little, to pull him out of his boxers so you could have him inside of you.

“Baby, wait,” he said, as you whimpered. “If you want to skip the foreplay that’s fine, but at least let me stretch you out with my fingers. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay, but no teasing. I can’t take it right now,” you said, as he flipped you over to have better access to your dripping pussy.

He slid one of his fingers inside of you, gasping as you started to clench around him immediately. He started to move it in and out of you before adding another.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, finally getting the attention where you desperately needed it.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you for a few minutes, as you started to whine.

“Okay, I think that’s good. I need to ride you,” you said, the eagerness in your voice making him laugh.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked, smirking.

You didn’t answer as he laid back, and you resumed your position on top of him. You lined him up to your entrance before slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, loving the feeling of you around him.

You started to move as his hands started to roam your chest. You whined out as he softly pinched your nipples. You leaned down to kiss him as you grinded on him, his own hips starting to thrust into yours.

You were a moaning mess within minutes, and your brain started to get foggy with pleasure.

When you sat back up to ride him again, your hand went to your clit, rubbing circles against it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as he helped you rock your hips.

You kept rubbing your clit, and kept trying to get close to an orgasm, but you couldn’t get there. You started to get really frustrated, tears welling up in your eyes at the disappointment.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Ethan asked, wiping the single tear off your cheek.

“I need to cum, but I can’t,” you whined, as you tried even harder to get there.

“Maybe it’s just the position. Want to try another one?” he asked.

“Yeah, I guess,” you said, sliding him out of you.

You felt empty as you waited for him to tell you what to do.

“Let me fuck you from behind, baby. That always makes you cum,” he said, as you got in the position.

He groaned as your ass was stuck up in the air, your pussy craving him. He wasted no time as he started to thrust into you, as his other hand snaked around to rub your clit.

“Fuuuuck,” you whimpered, as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit that special spot inside of you.

“That feel better?” Ethan asked, as your arms spread out on the bed in front of you.

“Yes,” you mewled into the sheets.

He started to move faster, knowing how desperately you needed it. Loud moans were flying out of your mouth as you finally started to feel like you were getting close. Your hips moved back to meet his with each thrust, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said, his free hand running over the curve of your ass.

Your hands were balled into fists as you gripped the sheets, your impending orgasm quickly building.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you cried out, the feeling starting to wash over you.

Ethan watched you pull at the sheets as you started to shake underneath of him, the sight making him close to his own orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him, your incoherent babbling making him laugh, until those laughs turned to groans.

“God baby, your pussy feels amazing,” he moaned, as he reached that peak.

He pulled out, painting your lower back with his release. He kept his hands on your ass while he caught his breath.

“Thank you, babe,” you said, as you relaxed your grip on the sheets.

“You’re welcome,” he said, grabbing a towel to clean your lower back.

“Can we cuddle?” you asked, getting underneath the comforter.

“Of course, baby,” he said crawling in beside you.

He ran his fingers over your bare back as he held you against him. He loved the special, intimate moments he got to have with you, especially right after sex. It makes him happy to make you feel good.

“Hey, Ethan?” you said, looking up at him.

“What’s up?” he asked, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Can we watch the sunset tomorrow night? I thought it was really sweet that you wanted to do that.”

He smiled at your words, “We can watch the sunset every single day if you wanted to.”

[kernun]

Rainy Day with JJK Men

ft. satoru, suguru, sukuna, toji, nanami cw. suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol note. this is my first time ever writing headcanons or anything in general so, I hope you like it and I would really appreciate the feedback If you have any. It's an AU cause dead daddies can't enjoy rain, thanks Gege. I may update this with some corrections. Also, English in not my first language.

SATORU. Hates rainy days. He's more of a sunflower. Won't stop complaining about being stuck because of the rain and how bored he is. He would be such a baby about it, all whinny and annoying.

Binge watches TV. But like, a whole series or a full fucking trilogy. Eventually loses interest and the TV becames some background noise as he scrolls through his phone.

Eats sweets cause he's bored. He would finish with all the snacks in the house and won't have a proper meal for the whole day.

Sex. He would chase you around the house, flirting and throwing shitty pick up lines until you give in.

SUGURU. Trying so hard to just chill. Since he's an overthinker, he enjoys rainy days when he has company and can keep his mind busy. Hates them when he's alone.

Windows open. He loves the sound and the smell of rain. Specially when it rains at night.

Bokworm. If you're into books, he would enjoy a long reading session as you both listen to the rain in the background. If you're not, he would still want to be in the same room as you, following you around with his book.

Plays some music, but something soft so he can still hear the rain ouside. Probably some Lo-fi.

SUKUNA. Nothing stops this man, he's a menace. Rain fears him. If he had to go somewhere, he just would.

Bike/Car dude. Spends some time in the garage cleaning or fixing his baby. Beer and hard rock playing on the background.

Casually joins you as you watch some episodes of some series but gets bored easily. He has the amazing skill to turn every situation into sex so...couch sex as Netflix plays in the background.

Orders food without thinking on the poor delivery guys getting soaked outside. He just doesn't give a fuck.

Smokes weed as he does any of the above.

TOJI. Watches some kind of sports stuff on TV. Whatever he can find. Or even shows like "Storage Wars" or "Forged in Fire". Probably with a beer. Or two...

He would have to run to the nearest store to buy frozen pizza for dinner and beer because he doesn't want to pay the delivery fees. He doesn't use an umbrella.

Takes some time to make tasks he's been delaying. You would have to chase him about it and tell him to move his ass but he'd eventually and reluctantly do it.

He would enjoy napping on the couch. ALL DAY.

Sex for sure. As many rounds as you're willing to go.

NANAMI. Restless daddy. He doesn't know how to chill. He needs to keep himself busy.

Fixes small stuff around the house he couln't take care of before because he's always working.

Cooks a nice recipe or bakes something. Definetly would ask you first if you crave something specific.

Cleans and do chores. If you're doing chores, he would take over cause he wants you to relax.

After a while of you complaining about how much load he takes, he finally listens to you and relax, spending the rest of the day with you, watching a movie or whatever you want to do riding him. He would struggle internally but he lets you take care of him for the day.

[dreaming-of-lu]

Let Me Take Care of You

Hi!! This is another warm up I did (I tend to do x reader to warm up for my other loz writing these days it seems), a little sickfic with Time :3

- Wizard Anon

Content: Time focus, gender neutral reader, committed relationship, sickfic. Wordcount: 730

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Really, the whole situation is ridiculous.

You stand at the edge of the ruins you’ve set up camp in, watching Time talk to Sky. A strategic decision, on his part, for sure – Sky is the only person that’s too tired to notice the one thing Time wants ignored. Multiple of the other Links have approached you about it, now, to which you’ve just dismissed them and told them you’ll deal with it. And now, you’re watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity. The perfect time to lay your trap.

You wish you didn’t have to trap him, though. If he would just… let you help, then it’d be no issue. Yet here you are.

The conversation between Time and Sky seems to lull, and you take your time to strike. You walk up, one arm crossed over your chest and holding your other to your side shyly. When they notice you approach, they both turn to greet you. Time immediately notices something is off.

“Hey, love. You alright?”

“Yeah, can I… talk to you for a moment?” You glance between Time and Sky, before looking back briefly to where you set up your bedrolls. Time seems to get the hint, and with a quick farewell to Sky, you both head over.

Your bedrolls are in a semi secluded corner of the ruins, partially visible to the campfire but far enough away for some privacy. Sometimes, there’s no chance to get any little moment away as a couple, but this time nobody complained when you claimed the best spot in the area, letting you have it to yourselves. And it is the perfect place to get Time to rest.

He waits for you to start speaking, but you take a moment to properly observe him again. His shoulders slump, not in relaxation but in fatigue, and no deflection of catching the day’s sun would explain the flush high upon his cheeks. He was slow to rise this morning and has been sluggish all day. And he’s been avoiding you on purpose – he thinks he’s been sneaky about it, but he hasn’t.

He’s sick, yet he won’t let you take care of him. The only option left is to convince him he’s taking care of you, instead.

“I just… I’m feeling a bit down, and was wondering if you’d like to, um, cuddle a bit? Before your watch?” Despite it being part of the plan, it does bring a blush to your cheeks to ask it so boldly. He’s staring at you so attentively, and the way he gently smiles when he processes your words sends butterflies through your stomach.

“Of course.” At least in Time’s insistence that he’s fine, he’s not simultaneously trying to keep himself away to stop you getting sick, too. Makes this easier.

You both settle on your bedrolls, and as soon as he’s laid down you scoot over and curl up on top of him. You can feel the heat rolling off of him – your heart clenches and you curl in closer. Time’s arms loosely wrap around your back.

“This is nice…” you murmur into his chest. He hums back, idly playing with your hair. “Careful, or I’ll fall asleep.”

“Mmm… maybe a small nap wouldn’t be so bad, perhaps,” he murmurs back. You hide your grin by nuzzling further into his chest.

Time is asleep in minutes. He does not stir when you shift to sit up, nor when you sigh and run your hand through his hair and check his fever.

“What’s his status?” Warriors asks, walking over. You sigh again.

“Not the worst, now he’s actually resting. Hopefully this will convince him to stay down tomorrow.” You keep petting his hair, smiling when he leans into it in his sleep. Really, if only he wasn’t so difficult about it. You’ll happily take care of him – that’s what partners are for. To love and take care of each other. All he needs to do is ask, and you’d move mountains for him.

“Let’s hope. Congrats on a successful mission.” Warriors mock salutes you, and you laugh.

Warriors leaves (likely to update the rest of the group, if they weren’t already listening in), and you settle back down on top of Time. He shifts slightly, then his arms are wrapping back around you and he’s holding you tight.

Maybe a nap really isn’t such a bad idea…

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Hie hie hie!

I had a just take it req (if you are taking any now)

I wanted a real real sweeet the fluffiest fluff of how jk interacts with baby while still in the tummy 😭.

Like talking to the baby bump.

It would mean alot to me!

Thankyouu😭🩷

Haha hieee

Yeah I'm always taking requests for all of my stories! It just depends on how long it takes me to get back to them lol 😅

Okay okay lemme see what I can do 🤭

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"Come on Honey, the baby doesn't come for another two months. I'm sure we'll finish up the nursery with plenty of time to spare" Jungkook says while he watches me pace back and forth, trying to figure out where I want everything and measuring all around to make sure that it'll fit.

"I know but I really want to get this done now so I won't have to worry about it anymore" I say, looking at all the boxes that we've had in here for the past few months.

"Can you at least take a break? Watching you run around this room all day is making me tired so I could only imagine how exhausted you are" he says, his eyes going wide when he see me try to pick up something a little heavier than I should be carrying and rushes to grab it.

"Everything would be finished sooner if you helped me out" I mumble and he rolls his eyes, placing the box where I wordlessly ask him to. "I've asked you if you wanted my help about four times today and you told me if I asked you again you would make me sleep on the couch for the next three days" he says, crossing his arms and cocking a brow at me.

I quite any comebacks I might've had and laugh awkwardly, "Right I uh, I forgot about that" I say sheepishly scratching the top of my head.

He walks over to me and cradles my face in his hands, placing a chased kiss on my lips, making me melt into him. "You wanna take a nap with me?" he whispers against my lips and I smile, nodding my head and holding out my hand so he can lead me to our room.

He helps me down since it's gotten harder and harder for me to do simple movements that I used to take for granted but he makes sure to take care of everything I need even when it comes to little things like this.

"Thank you Honey" I say and he leans down to give me a kiss before rounding the bed to get on his side.

Once he's laid down next to me I expect him to turn this little nap he offered into something else but he decides to lay his head on my chest and place a hand on my belly.

"What are you doing?" I giggle and he shushes me playfully. "Can't you see I'm trying to have a meeting with our baby?" he says and I don't take offense since I love it when he does this so I just run my fingers through his hair while he does as he pleases.

"You know Mommy has been working day and night to get your nursery ready right? That's why your cozy little place in there has been moving all over the place today" I laugh at his cute little daily update with them, it's always my favorite part of the day.

"I told her to take it easy but she won't listen to me" he whispers and I wack him lightly on the shoulder and he flinches as if I had hurt him.

"See, you feel that? I try to tell her to rest and take care of herself and this is the thanks I get? I think you've been giving Mommy too many hormones lately" he teases and I roll my eyes but go back to playing with his hair.

"Mommy keeps telling me that she thinks you're a boy but I think you're a girl. We wanted them to tell us at first but we thought it would be even more special if we found out when you got here" he says and I get even more excited, remembering our little promise to each other.

"Between you and me..." he says, lowering his voice a bit and I hold my breath so I can hear this next part. "I secretly hope you're a boy because I have a bet going with your aunt but don't tell Mommy" he whispers right against my tummy as if that would muffle his words enough.

"You guys made a bet?" I scold him, "I told you not to tell her!" he whispers, playfully scolding the baby in turn as if he wasn't the one that blew his own cover. "Well I wanted to show solidarity with you so I made a bet that we were having a boy but your sister is convinced we're having a girl".

"That logic doesn't even make sense" I say and he laughs as if it was completely logical. "Well this way I'll win either way" he says as if that explains everything, turning his head to now face me, practically smothering himself in my boobs since I'm carrying so high still but he's not complaining.

When he sees that my face is still scrunched up in confusion he sighs and explains himself. "Well if it's a girl then I'll have to pay your sister but I'll still be right since I really think she's gonna be a girl. But then on the other hand if it's a boy then I win the bet and get to support you and your intuition" he says as if his logic wasn't ridiculous.

"Whatever you say Daddy" I tease, leaving him with his face all scrunched up, trying to decide on what he's gonna do next.

"Nope" he says and turns his head back towards my bump. "What do you mean 'Nope'?" I ask, surprised that he's not taking the bait. "I've gotta get used to you calling me 'Daddy' in front of the baby now so I'm practicing self control" he says and I scoff in disbelief.

"I got her back for hitting me" he whispers back to the baby and I huff before trying to sit up. He moves faster than me and switches to hovering over me, keeping me there in protest. "Why are you leaving me?" he asks, clearly offended that I would even think about getting out of bed.

"You promised me a nap" I say and he laughs, "You can nap". "Not like this" I say, referring to not only what he was doing but also the position I was in. "Oh...right" he says and sits back, his head drooping.

"Plus I thought you meant...something else" I say and he chuckles before looking back up at me. "Oh so you wanted a spicy nap huh?" he says, teasing me with the ridiculous term he's coined.

"Why do you always have to call it that?" I whine, placing my hands over my face so I can hide my embarrassment. "Because I love watching the way you react to it" he says while hovering over me again, kissing my neck making me let out a shuddering breath but he stops as quickly as he starts and I scowl at him.

"What are you doing? I ask and he looks down at me with a teasing smile. "Didn't you say you wanted to get the nursery done today?" he points out and I huff, knowing that I should probably get back to that.

"We'll have more spicy time before bed" he reassures me and gets up so he can start helping me up as well. "You're no fun" I slouch and he caresses my face again, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"You gonna let me help you now?" he questions and I nod, dropping my resolve in wanting to accomplish it on my own.

"Come on, the sooner we finish it the sooner we can finish what we started" he says as he watches me walk out, checking me out before slapping my ass, making me yelp.

"What was that for?" I whine and he laughs and rubs the area as a fake excuse to comfort me when all he wants is to grab my ass. "That was for teasing me earlier" he smirks and I roll my eyes at him, "Come on let's just go" I say and I let him walk into the nursery first, slapping his ass as he does.

"Did you just...?" he says in disbelief and I smirk back getting exactly the reaction I wanted. "Yeah, so what? What are you gonna do about it?" I taunt and he chuckles walking up to me and places a hand on my belly.

"Just wait until we get this baby out of you Bunny" he taunts and my teasing nature dissipates, knowing exactly what he means.

He smiles at me, satisfied with my reaction and turns back to the nursery to assess what needs to be done while I'm left standing in the doorway, visions of what he might do to me flooding my mind and he calls out to me to break me out of it.

"You gonna help me?" he asks and I clear my throat and shake my head. "On second thought I might actually need that nap you mentioned earlier" I say and he laughs.

"Okay Bun well go lay down and wait for me while I finish this up" he says and when I try to protest he cuts me off. "Bed" he finishes leaving me sighing and doing as he says but by the time he's finished with the project he took on in the nursery I'm already fast asleep.

He smiles and gets in bed, cuddling up next to me and leans down to quickly say a little hello to the baby and to tell them to let Mommy rest for a bit and then settles in behind me, spooning me and holding me close.

These are the moments I live for. Just our little family of three, cuddled up and in perfect harmony. "I love you" he whispers in my ear before he settles down for our very well deserved nap.

"Love you" I mumble having stirred awake a bit. He chuckles and places a kiss on my shoulder before slowing his breath in sync with mine and soon we're both fast asleep, dreaming about our little one.

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I hope that was fluffy enough for you hehe please let me know what you think! 💜

[marigold-hills]

Dunes and Waters

PART 1 • NEXT PART

PART 2:

Here is the thing about living alone: the routines. Little patterns of behaviour, daily rituals. Like turning on the kettle for tea before going to brush your teeth. A cigarette smoked out the kitchen window while waiting for it to cool down. Cryptic crosswords in the morning paper.

Remus has been living by himself for six years, ever since his mum died and his dad decided he couldn’t live with the reminder, going off to travel the Scottish Highlands and never returning. And he likes it, Remus does; never mind if he’s in his tiny studio in London, his old university accommodation, or in this lovely hotel in Egypt. Being alone suits him.

This morning, his crossword is half (and incorrectly) completed. The water from the kettle emptied and not replaced. His cigarettes – of which he still had three, he’s certain – all gone.

Worst of all? Sirius Black, hair up in a knot held up with his wand, sprawled out onto Remus’ favourite windowsill smoking what must be his last cigarette.

He looks like a cover of an album. Framed by the morning sun. Velvet Underground would pay a fortune for a picture of him right now, dressed in a loose billowy shirt he’s procured from Merlin knows where, and nothing else but boxers. Andy Warhol would paint him like he painted Marilyn – obsessively, repeatedly. Immortalise how he flicks the cigarette, a bit of ash falling onto the windowsill. Runs a restless thumb down the line of his bottom lip. Hums to himself softly and Remus thinks I was right because even subdued like this, it truly is a voice to behold.  

“I didn’t know how you take your tea,” Black says in leu of greeting.

“With hot water, to start with.” The meaning (refill the damned kettle!) seems lost on him, as he goes back to watching the world outside the window.

Must be a strange thing, to be here. Yesterday, and for the last two months, he woke up in a tiny cell made even smaller by the range of the chain holding him down. The window too high up and too small to give sunlight or a view, and even if he’d managed to get up there, he’d only have seen the sunken walls surrounding the jail.

Remus refills the kettle (again) and turns it on (again).

“Might making me one too?”

And Remus is a polite person. His mother taught him to be. So he turns off the kettle. Adds enough water for another tea, and hopes that this time is the last time.

“I like it real sweet,” Sirius drawls, stretching his vowels like a cat after a sun nap. “Lots of sugar.”

“You can add your own.”

“So inhospitable. So cruel. I’m sick, you know?”

“Sick enough to smoke all my cigarettes. Did you take your potions at least?”

A sharp tiny smile, a break in the veneer. “Knew you wouldn’t mind, Professor. You look like a right standup guy. The kind that lends others his smokes and his tea.”

“Potions?” Remus doesn’t let the man derail him. It must be an insult, with the way Black says it, but the doctor asked him to keep an eye, and he promised.

Never mind that he really doesn’t want his work delayed if Black gets worse on account of his own stupidity. It’s too important. Too time-sensitive.

“Yes, yes. I’ve taken them. Scouts honour, Professor. Or should I call you Doctor, instead, hmm? I’m sure you have one of those as well.”

“A doctorate? No. Not yet.”

“Pity. Professor it is then.”

“Just Remus. Please.”

NEXT PART

NOTES:

So I’m not going with the prompts this month because they just REALLY didn’t fit this story, but should still have 500 word bits every day :)

im currently applying for jobs so can’t write as fast as I normally do (they all have tests! Or hackathons! So so long), but will keep updating hopefully as usual

i love love love cryptic crosswords. They’re confusing as hell and fry my brain in such a delightful way :):):)

how are we all surviving AO3 being down?

@tealeavesandtrash

@moon-girl88

@hoje--aqui

(let me know if you do/don’t want to be tagged!)

[beesmygod]

today is webcomics day. i am bea and i make "A Ghost Story" - part 1: pre-gaming

webcomic day is a yearly celebration of the art form concocted by the screentones podcast team as a way for people to see how the sausage gets made. my webcomic "a ghost story" has been running for over 10 years, and yet i still don't think i can say i am good at making a webcomic. regardless, the comic is getting made because otherwise i become very, very sick in the head. today i would like to share with you the process of making a page of "A Ghost Story" from start to finish. either this demystifies the process or will make you think im so cool and strong for doing this 2x a week. instead of reblogging this one post until it gets very long, i will be posting individual updates that i will then compile and post on my personal website. block the tags now if you HATE comics and want them to EXPLODE.

if you have any questions, even things like "what the fuck are you even talking about" feel free to ask. i want to feel confident in what i make again and i think sometimes interrogation from an outside source is really

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that said, let's get started. wait just kidding i want a cup of coffee first, hold on.

ok now im ready. i have a big glass of water. i have coffee. i have a headset for the parts of work that don't involve typing words. i can't type words and listen to some streamer babble in my ear at the same time, so it has to be instrumental music or nothing. i just took my meds so they should kick in after about 30 mins. i woke up late today, which is weird and annoying. but maybe i can work late instead.

first off, i need to know where i'm going beyond this one page. if i dont know where im going with something, then i usually create something that sucks that i have to deal with later. hold on my internet died, i have to reset the router. ok, anyway.

what's rattling around in my brain is that not only do i have to deal with maxine's current predicament, i am also dealing with multiple plot elements i need to wrap back around to from the previous chapter. luckily, im about to put maxine down for a nap, which means i can get back to those other elements:

i need to finish the exposition from the three ankou characters for this story arc establishing their motivations as the oppositional force in the story. the "villain" is not these three specifically, but their boss. they need to have a loose understanding of what's going on in order to communicate this to the audience. god this started turning into a huge ass paragraph so i'll just keep it short there.

we've jumped back to before jack's horrible day from the first chapter of this storyline so we have to make our way back toward that and then lapping it, which means wrapping up his various open threads like:

feeding victoria and learning something new about her

finding out alice is a very exceptional employee who is getting many awards

watching valdo call lily while interrupting her during something personal to ask her for help with maxine's situation.

jack meeting with valdo and lily the day after they first met so jack can just tell them straight up that lily has 4 sisters she doesnt know about.

help that girl with her poltergeist problem. remember that. i've had jokes for this rattling in my head for like 4 years. im going insane.

and also the fucking tilberi!!! that has a point its going somewhere!!! there's a larger menace here!!!

other things to set up the climax of this storyline. sexual tensions, hints at larger emotional problems not immediately evident to the reader

lots of moving parts. and i feel like im moving in slow motion to get to them. i can see them all weaving together in my head, its the process of putting that onto paper that's proving difficult.

ok that took an hour starting and stopping. -_- let me write the next part as i keep brainstorming on how to approach this page. taking a "rubber duck" approach to this might help. heres an image from the last page i worked on (i have a 5 page buffer rn so the site does not match the finished pages) to get us semi-situated.

also because images will help people understand what skill level we're working with here. i need to be able to communicate an idea to the audience; if the art also looks good on top of that, then that's just an added bonus. but the ability to communicate my ideas is sometimes hampered by my lack of artistic skill or comics language ineptitude. like those speech bubbles kind of fucking suck but at a certain point you have to just hit print on what you're working on in order to keep your already glacial pace.

webcomics is a tightrope act where you're also spinning 4 plates at once. the trick is to keep the audience from realizing how many actually fall or how wobbly they all are. the act sucks but technically its not a failure.

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

i updated twice in a 72 hour period!!! get rekt losers!!! characters featured: scaramouche, lumine, paimon, nahida, dottore cws: none methinks wc: 1,140

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Chapter Ten

Your blood runs cold. You’re vaguely aware that you’ve dropped the basket with the desserts, but you can’t bring yourself to move, let alone pick it up.

“Y/n?” Scaramouche yells from within the mecha suit. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay at the hotel!”

Shaking yourself free from the shock, you shout back, “What should I do?”

“Just stay back!” he commanded. “This is between me and the traveler.”

Every muscle in your body is tensed as you watch the battle. Even with the imposing mechanical armor, the traveler and the harbinger are evenly matched. Their fight seems to go on forever.

You don’t know how long you had been watching them– though your eyes were dry from staring without blinking– when the suit went limp. The suit with Scaramouche in it.

So trained are your eyes on the harbinger that you fail to notice the child god approaching him.

“What are you doing,” you ask aloud, though your voice is barely a whisper. The bite-sized archon holds her hand out and the gnosis emerges from his chest. Scaramouche slumps forward; the cords connecting him to the suit are quickly coming undone. “Stop, he’s going to fall!”

As soon as she turns her back on him, he drops out of the air. You start running towards him, trying to shut out images of his broken body.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You lunge forward.

Like electricity, an icy wind flows through you as you glide through the air. The sensation shoots up your spine and from your fingertips. Just as Scaramouche is about to hit the floor, a foot of snow materializes below him, breaking his fall.

You fall with a thud but get up instantly and scramble the last few yards to dig through the snow. The cold is stinging your hands but you push through the pain until you find his body. He’s unresponsive but breathing.

Your nervous breathing turns angry as you try and fail to wake him. Nothing you do is working so the next best thing is yelling.

“Why didn't you catch him?!” you yelled at Nahida and the traveler. “You saw that he was falling, you knew that he was defeated, so why didn’t you catch him?!”

The two averted their eyes. The normally talkative fairy had nothing to say.

Tears well in your eyes. “I always knew we were the bad guys, but you're not the heroes everyone says you are.”

With that, the adrenaline rush wears off and you sink into the snowbank.

*****

Voices swim in your head. Deep, unsettling, and velvet smooth. High, cautious, and bright. Their conversation is far enough removed that it feels like a bad dream, but you know better. Fighting your body’s desire to rot, you stretch and squeeze your eyes together tightly. It takes a minute, but you’re able to open your eyes only to find the Doctor staring right at you.

“Did you enjoy your little nap, [Y/n]?” he mocks.

You recoil and crawl backwards in the melting snow. “What do you want, Dottore?”

“Dropping titles now, are we?” he remarked with a grin. “I would be a little more mindful considering you’ll soon be working in the laboratory with me once again.”

Your heart skips a beat. “No. You can’t do that. I won’t let you.”

“You won’t let me?” He stifles a laugh as he asks, “What makes you think you have a say?”

It’s hard to look intimidating when you’ve just woken up from a nap in a pile of snow, but you try anyway.

“My duty is to Lord Scaramouche and him only,” you state with an imperious tone. “If you insist on me returning, you’ll have to submit a formal transfer request, to which I must agree.”

“Lord Scaramouche?” he echoed, this time not even bothering to hide his laughter. “He probably doesn’t even have a pulse!”

I can’t let him get to me, I have to stay strong. Steeling yourself, you reiterate:

“My duty is to Lord Scaramouche and no one else.”

The Doctor seemed to appraise you. “Very well, [Y/n]. I’m sure you’ll have your work cut out for you, what with your boss being a fresh vegetable.”

“I’ll see to it that he makes a full recovery.” Your voice is hollow; you’re not sure if you can make good on that promise.

Dottore, of course, picks up on this and smirks at you before he leaves.

You force yourself to look at Scaramouche’s body. He looks so… lifeless. Gathering him in your arms, you give into the tears and succumb to sleep once more.

*****

When you wake up, you are no longer surrounded by white snow. Instead, you’re lying in a bed dressed in white linens. Your brain has a fog hanging over it, but as soon as you see your new cyro vision sitting on the nightstand, all your memories come flooding back.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” says a bell-like voice.

“What are you doing here,” you ask, sitting up a little too fast. “What have you done with Lord Scaramouche?”

“I brought you here after you fell unconscious in the Fatui base,” Nahida explains as one of the nurses checks you over. “I’ve hidden the Balladeer in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. I’m not going to hurt him.”

“You already have,” you spit with all the venom of a box jellyfish. Shoving the nurse’s hands away, you get up to gather your things.

Nahida remains silent, her childlike features solemn in a way no true child could affect. Eventually, she speaks once more.

“He hasn’t woken up yet, but would you like to see him?”

You pause for a moment. Awful visions of the battle that took place have your eyes glazing over. Of its own volition, your head nods.

The walk to the sanctuary was brief and quiet. Though clouds hung low in the sky, there was no rain to offer any ambience, no tears for the fallen god.

As soon as you lay eyes on him, your eyes begin to water. He looks so fragile and lonely, suspended in the barren building.

You turn back to the door, ready to leave. Over your shoulder, you call back, “I’ll be visiting every day.”

Your return to the office isn’t much more pleasant. All of the furniture has been reclaimed by the Fatui– the desks, the lamps, the chairs, the sofa. The only thing they didn’t take with them was the mourning flower that you bought for Lord Scaramouche. It had just blossomed the other day. Now, it lay on the ground with its pot in shards.After finding the driest spot in the dank underground base, you curled up on the floor. I’ll find an apartment in the morning, you think to yourself as you fall asleep.

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tags: @lacunaanonymoused, @dollpoetwriting, @constantlyoverthinking, @melpomenelurks y/nnie is homeless teehee

[cephalonserotonin]

Devstream 178 Notes

Megan has cool pants! Rebb has a cool earring!

Dante Unbound

next week!

"We wanted to bring lore! Important for us for people who want some texture… with their food…?" lol

Hence, even though there's no quest with this update, lots of lore! Drusus and other leverian stuff

Dante prex:

They mentioned no sticky corners and someone in the audience cheered.

Styanax deluxe

Nipple talk

Gauss Prime's little goofy run is gonna be an emote! for plat! "This is only a microtransaction panel" - Rebb

Banshee, Loki, and Nekros voidshells!! And some Loki QOL: some buffs, customizable invisibility, and an augment!

Easter bunny ears have FUR (using tech for the companion rework) and are now PERMANENT! "Nobody could stop me," - Rebb (Geoff boos)

Protea prime! Including her gear!

And Velox prime, Okina prime, Rhoptron prime syandana (this is GORGEOUS), a bonus alt helmet that moves, and an ephemera (no asset for this yet)

Yareli deluxe!, the Kompressa deluxe

"If you haven't played Yareli, maybe depending on where you get your warframe news…" LMAO the subtlest shade. I've liked Yareli from the beginning and definitely thought the initial backlash to her kit was overblown, so

blah blah soulframe

New update between Dante and Tennocon featuring the Stalker: Jade Shadows

Jade, our 57th warframe

Cinematic quest update from the Stalker's point of view!

J is the second to last letter we need to cover the alphabet, we're just missing U Audience member: what about Umbra? Rebb: No, that's Excalibur Umbra. If your arsenal said Umbra Excalibur you might stand a chance in court.

Warframe 1999

Very much a Warframe update, but a different style of update. New lore, lots of content, a new Warframe chapter. The gorgeous Arthur is our poster boy.

It's not a single player Warframe spinoff, a "Warframe 2" (I confess I was among those theorizing this). Those nipples stay on.

and now, waking up from his nap… it's Ben Starr! "Arthur is a very mysterious character who I am bound by NDA to say… VERY little about!" He's SO cool. and REALLY sexy. He's relatable. He's gonna be a badass, he's got a samurai sword.

Excalibur is a frame. Arthur is a PROTO-FRAME.

Just as an aside, Ben is adorable and hilarious, very fun to watch.

Stuff about Conflict between humanity and the non-human.. "you don't perceive humanity without how it reacts to others."

a first look at Aoi, our proto-Mag, and I am GAY SCREECHING

Bike: the atomicycle

Q&A

Audience member in a (Uniqlo?) metal gear rising revengeance shirt that Rebb recognized and appreciated: when is my man Caliban getting buffed? A: If Pablo were here, he'd say ask me at TennoCon.

Q: any other warframes getting reworks? A: Inaros rework coming with Dante unbound. Loki rework not planned.

Q: What inspired proto-Mag's design? A: Liger did Arthur and Aoi. We had a very specific vision for those two protoframes: Arthur being the "man scout," and Aoi we wanted a nice contrast to Arthur.

Q: Two questions very well worded I didn't get them down in time because I was nodding along. About stat sticks / pseudo-exalteds and trading. A: Stat sticks: we've talked about it but no changes planned. Trading: we've talked about maybe adding riven filters but not much more than that.

Q from guy in Dante DMC trenchcoat: Drifters? Maybe new outfits? A: In Unbound we are bringing one more operator outfit to drifter.

Q: I've been playing Warframe for 10 years, and I'm legendary 4. Any additional benefits for high rank players? A: The social benefits of being a high-rank player are unexplored. In terms of more mechanical aspects… we're thinking more social benefits. congrats on being legendary 4!

Q: When's infested liches? A: Steve is that you

Q In the second metal gear shirt: warframe 1999... dark sector? A: A lot of what Warframe was built on was the scifi part of dark sector that was never meant to be. So it's poetically coming full circle, that 1999 is dark sector inspired. Q: is there a plan for the dark sector remaster? A: 1999 is the dark sector remaster.

Q: Is there going to be fashion protoframes? A: Actually, yes… And that's all I'll say on that.

Q from Leon Kennedy: is squad link coming back? A: RIP scarlet spear. Not coming back in the way you might think, but we're experimenting early days with something you might like. It's in an urn. Geoff: that's pretty dead. Rebb: Someone hasn't played Baldur's gate 3! It's not totally dead, but mostly dead.

Q: Has anyone at DE considered a TTRPG or even a war game? you could blow games workshop completely out of the water. I'd rather give money to you than them any day. A: We're all fans of that kind of content, we'd endorse fan content, but we don't have the time to pursue it. Q: Has anyone considered modular ("kit") frames? A: We have considered it, but it didn't seem shippable. Seemed scope-scary.

Q: Are you, Rebb, personally happy with the way movement works at this very moment? A: Are you asking pre- or post- sticky corners? Q: Post. Also is Soulframe taking from the movement in Warframe? Geoff: Soulfame is very much in the opposite direction of Warframe, movement-wise. Rebb: I always thought it'd be fun to explore wall running in Warframe. But other than that, I love it. I think it's the best movement system in the third person games space. Every other game I play I try and bullet jump and aim glide. Questioner agrees.

Soulframe question I used to catch up on my above notes

Q: If you could go on a date with a warframe, which one?… me, it's Grendel. Ben: what would you do on that date? Questioner: just eat :) Geoff: Excalibur? (Rebb: that's very Raphael-coded of you. Little Baldur's Gate reference for you) Mag: Probably Valkyr. Rebb: why choose? All of them >:) Ben: pick one for me. Rebb: Mirage. Ben: What would I do? Rebb: Circus act. You are the circus.

Q: What was your favourite part of developing 1999, and Ben, what was your favourite part of voicing Arthur? A: Some stuff we haven't announced yet. As with most characters I play, there's something lovable about him despite his rough exterior… rough but he's nice about it. He's gonna do something to you, but he's gonna kiss you afterward. Rebb: I think it's quite sacred to introduce protoframes like this. We're being quite sacred about it (it's not Mag and Excal, it's Aoi and Arthur). Ben: The ways in which you're exploring that dynamic is very cool, and very 90s.

Q: Rebb, what are the things that plague you? A: My plagues are supported by the development team. I'm not alone; whenever I have an ailment, I have someone that to help support me with it. Geoff: I've genuinely never seen someone care so much. He gets teary. \*audience cheers as REBB DESERVES\* Same asker: when is my girl Titania getting buffed? A: Controversial question, she's pretty strong. I could see Tribute receiving some QOL to be easier to use (some Tribute). But those dex pixia, they do kill.

Q in a Warframe sweater with a Warframe backpack!: Which NPC would you be most likely to be besties with? Ben: Fibonacci Rebb: We love you Neil! Ben: If you don't have a cranky fish as a friend, what are you doing. Megan: I love Ordis :) especially little trash can ordis Rebb: you better say Lotus, Geoff >:) Geoff: Lotus. Rebb: Hard not to love Little Duck. We'd be besties for sure, drinking in the back room.

Q: if Teshin can have his head crushed and come back, what about Veso? A: He died a hero, I'm sorry.

Q: When can we get points to Dante his brother? A: ??? audience member yells out "VIRGIL!" Rebb: \*laughs\* maybe the bike is Virgil (This is a devil may cry reference)

Q: clan to clan interaction? Haven't had that since solar rails? A: Ok so in the urn we have squad link.. \*laugh\* We are trying to do more clan events. They work for by the book tasks. There's opportunity there we haven't explored. No leaderboards. I'll try to do more.

Q: I'm curious how you develop characters as a Warframe team. I've noticed a lot of references to mythology. A: it's a library of devs that have passions. The team is just really diverse and loves really cool shit. The amount of inspiration we get to name things thematically, we have touched lore I didn't know existed. When it comes to Warframes, we're still looking at old Keith Thompson drawings… he's built different.

Q: I'm sorry to take you back in the morgue. Void keys. Will there be a return to the old void and endless missions? A: We're not in the morgue here, we're in ICU. Visiting hours are open. I loved the old voidkey system. We did a soft tease with Dagath keys, it had wins and losses… There were user experience problems. But it's not totally dead. The omnia fissures are kind of that vibe. You can bring any relic to an omnia fissure and just haul ass.

Q: Can we get a toggle for Protea's visor? A: The rigging artist working on it talked about it. Maybe. You're right, it would be nice.

Q: Fashion frame question. Have you considered a DE color palette, like, Megan's greatest hits? A: That sounds like a great idea :) We're doing it.

Q: Are we ever going to see new necramechs? A: I hate saying probably not. No new ones in 1999 at least. We're touching up the ones we have before we go to the morgue, and grab a skull, to make a a new one. Sorry

Q holding a Clem plushie: when more Clem??? A: We'll see. Clem holds a special place in our heart. He's not in the morgue, I promise.

Q: I've been coerced into asking a question on behalf of someone who's not here. He's made it clear if I don't get a satisfactory answer I won't see my family again. Are there any plans to look at spawn rates for loot and reactants? A: I'm gonna keep talking until you can get your family out safely, I'm filibustering. There's performance issues, we want to get safe on all platforms. The worst offenders we can probably fix. We can increase reactant drop rates. Loot rates is harder to solve.

Q: if you have Drifter selected, can you use drifter melee? A: We thought it was important to keep drifter melee in duviri, but… why not? We could try. Drifters can't mod though. It's not impossible, but it'd take some time.

Q: Warframe being predominantly PVE, has there been talk of collaboration among clans? A: I implied it with the other question, but a social benefit would be great. I'd love to see you make friends with other clans

Thanks to the DE team for your hard work <3 supporting us for 11 years!

visual assets are either my own stream screenshots or from DE's devstream overview

[telekineticseance]

LOSING IT

pairing: matt stone x f! assistant reader

summary: you get ready for your day to work with matt (second part to circumstances)

genre: fluff

word count: 1311

cw: legal age gap although nothing happens....yet

author's note: y'all really liked the first part and asked for it to be a series and although i'm shit with updating i thought i would at least attempt. but thank you for the likes on the first part it makes me happy that you guys enjoyed it!

if you haven't read the first part check it out here: "CIRCUMSTANCES"

The sound of your alarm caused you to wake up and you let out a groan before hitting the snooze button on the analog clock on your nightstand, feeling a sharp pain go through your head as you closed your eyes tightly. You heard movement and soft snoring coming from next to your bed as your eyes widened, forgetting about the events from the night before. You slowly fought against the shooting pain in your head as you looked over the edge of your bed to reveal Matt sleeping on the cushions. His small curls were as messy as they could get and he slept with his mouth partially open as he let out those soft snores you heard before.

You watched him intently, but not in a creepy way. More like a watching in awe way. Like when you go to the aquarium and see the fish swim around in their tank as a child. You'd never seen Matt like this before. I mean sure he'd take naps at the office for those nights when you would be with him until 5 am or so, but this was different. He seemed so calm, peaceful. He took in a deep breath and stretched his arms over his head before his eyes started to flutter open. You quickly leaned back onto your bed, acting like you were sleeping before the snooze from your alarm went off resulting in you jumping slightly and you hit the off switch.

Matt let out a groan causing you to roll your eyes back slightly, Jesus Christ he was hot. He moved around in the blankets before his phone began to ring and he answered, "Yes Trey I'm on my way." You heard a voice coming from the other end of the phone as he let out a couple sighs and he stood up from the cushions and hung up his phone after finishing his conversation with Trey. He put his phone in his pocket and looked at you, you hid under your blanket with only your eyes peering out as he gave you a small grin.

"Good morning. You feeling better?" He asks, using his hand to flatten out his hair as he looks down at you. You nod slowly, "My head kind of hurts but I'll be fine."

He chuckles a little at your response before nodding, "Well uh, my offer still stands. You don't have to come in today if you don't want to."

You shook your head at him, determined you weren't going to cause this to miss a day of your work. He nodded while smiling before looking down at the ground and then looking back at you on the bed, "Alright well then I'll see you in a little bit." He gives you a small awkward wave before leaving the room and shortly after you hear the front door open and shut.

You buried your head into your pillow and pulled the blanket over your head before letting out a muffled scream. You had to stop. You finally had a chance with some guy last night but basically ran away with Matt the moment he told you to. He was your boss. You were his assistant. That's all you two would ever be. But no matter what, you constantly had this hope sitting inside of the pit of your stomach.

You sighed before rising from your bed and grabbing the ibuprofen and water that Matt had left beside your bed before taking both and then walking to the bathroom to take a shower. You let the hot water run down your face and body, letting the energy from the shower take away your thoughts. You planned out your day as you washed your hair and body, it was a Sunday, South Park aired on Wednesday so you knew it was going to be a busy day for everyone at the office including you.

You finished washing up before shutting off the water and dressing in a simple white button down blouse tucked into a pair of light blue jeans with some black heels. You didn't have to dress too formal for your job but it was nice to at least put effort into how you dressed. Especially if you were lucky enough to get a compliment from Matt, even if it's as simple as him saying your hair looks nice.

It was getting time for you to head out as you did one last glance in the mirror before grabbing your keys and bag before leaving, you still haven't found your phone and that was stressing you out even more on top of the day you had waiting for you. You hopped into your little Nissan car before driving to the Starbucks closest to the studio. You ordered the usual Venti Americano for Matt, he didn't like all the flavors despite occasionally asking for a sip from yours if you tried something new, but then he'd shake his head and tease you about it being too sweet and say something along the lines of "Would you like some coffee with your syrup?" You ordered a drink for yourself before heading to the studio.

Once you arrive you walked in through the glass doors and made your way through the offices, greeting the others working in their cubicles before walking over to Matt's office. You lightly knocked on the door and saw Matt sit up more straight as he yelled for you to come in. You walked in slowly and set the drink down on the table and he let out a little chuckle, "Thanks." You smiled in response before sitting on the couch across the room and setting your bag down, "How's everything going so far?"

Matt shrugged as he scratched the top of his head, "I think we're on a pretty good schedule so far. Might get out of here at a good time." He took a sip from his cup and looked at you, his eyes scanning you up and down. "You look nice."

A warmth rose to your cheeks as you repositioned yourself on the couch, clearing your throat, "Thank you." He let out a small chuckle before getting up from his desk and walking across the room grabbing a small box from the cabinet. "I got you something. And before you object, you need it." He said as he walked over to your side, sitting down on the couch next to you.

Your eyes widened as you reached out and grabbed the box from his hands and slowly opened it revealing a new iPhone with a black case on it. "M-Matt I.." He smiled as he shook his head at you, "No you needed a new one so I got it for you. It's a part of your job to have a phone so you can make any calls for me and so that I can get a hold of you. I already got it set up and got everything transferred from your old phone thanks to the phone company so you don't have to worry about anything."

The phone sat in your hands as you turned to look over at him and he had a small grin on his face, as his head was tilted to get a better look at your face. He had set up your lock screen to a picture of you two that you had taken late one night at work, he objected to the photo multiple times but you finally convinced him and it was one of your favorite memories of you two. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him for a hug and he chuckled as he hugged back. "You didn't have to do this."

He nodded against your shoulder, his thumb lightly stroking your back as he held you tightly against him, "I know but I wanted to."

updated a/n: part three :)

[bitchinbarzal]

disappear | tate’s world

summary; tate’s gone. the Edwards are going insane.

-

You were at a charity event with Ethan when your babysitter, Romy called you. Multiple times.

“I’ve gotta take this” you mumbled, somewhat worried about the sheer amount of times she’d called.

You called her back, she answered on the first ring and before you could greet her she cried out

“Miss Y/N I’m so sorry! I didn’t even- she was just there and Finn he wanted. I’m so sorry!”

“What? What’s going on? Romy what’s going on?” You ask, heart beating faster.

“Tatum is gone!”

Your heart drops “What do you mean gone?”

“Sh-she was outside playing! Like she does always and Finn wanted to get a toy so I helped him, I turned my back for only a second and she was gone!”

You let out a frustrated cross between a scream and a cry “We’re coming home now! Have you- did you call the police? Where’s Finn?!”

You heard Finn crying in the background of the call then, calling out for Tate “Ok, I’m coming home please, please just keep him safe!”

Hands shaking you rushed into the room and yanked onto your husbands arm “Ethan we need to go”

He scowled “Babe don’t be-“

“Tate’s missing”

His entire demeanour changed along with those within earshot “Missing? What does that- what are you saying?”

“Ethan, please”

He nods, pulling you out of the room into the car. You sit in the passenger seat, hands shaking in your lap

When he notices, Ethan reaches over and grabs them

“She’s going to be just fine”

“You don’t know that”

“She’s probably just wandered-“

“You don’t know that! You don’t know that Ethan! She’s my baby and she’s gone!” You scream “She’s just a baby, Ethan…”

By the time you reach home there’s a dozen police cars outside. You run out the car, scrambling up the driveway into the house.

“Mama!” Finn calls, running into your arms.

You hold him “Oh, baby boy”

Romy appears behind him, clearly distraught “I’m so sorry Mrs Edwards”

“It’s ok, Romy. Can you please just take Finn and sit on the couch? I don’t want him out of mine or Ethan’s sight”

You talk to the police, listening to them repeat the events over and over. They watch your home security with you, flinching as you watch Tate being taken from over your fence.

All night they were in and out of your house, giving updates from traffic cameras and say so around the neighbourhood.

“The kidnapper appears to be male, is there any male figure in her life that would-“

Ethan growls “Ryan”

“No, he wouldn’t” you say, Ethan looks at you in disbelief “No, Ethan he wouldn’t! Ryan is a lot of things but he wouldn’t do this”

“y/n you don’t-“

“I know my daughter! and I know her dad, he wouldn’t do this!”

You don’t miss the falter on Ethan’s face at the use of my daughter

The police take his information anyway, go to his house and he doesn’t seem the slightest interested just giving them an alibi and shutting the door.

By the morning you’re running out of coffee, Finn hasn’t slept more than an hour without waking up to ask about Tate.

You were going insane, checking your phone for an update every few seconds.

Ethan was pacing around the house, constantly pestering the police officers for updates.

Finn had made friends with the officer in the living room, his name was Logan and he’d told Finn he’d do ‘everything he could to get your big sister home’

At one point the amount of police presence in your home decreased significantly, leaving your living room empty allowing Finn to take his nap.

You insisted he fall asleep on the couch so you could keep an eye on him. Ethan found his way over to you both eventually, fingers scrapping through Finn’s hair as he sleeps.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean what I said earlier on” you mumbled “She’s our daughter, you know that”

Ethan sucks in a breath “It hurt”

Before you can object he carries on “But I get it, I don’t like Ryan but I accept your judgment. I just want our girl home”

Your parents and in laws had flown in, all worried about their grand baby.

Later, once you’d eaten dinner and finally put Finn down in his own bed you sat at the kitchen table with a police officer going over everything that they’d found so far when blue lights began flashing outside your window.

You stand, holding your breath.

Ethan, Your dad and his all rush in. You’re all staring at the door.

A knock comes and you inhale sharply mumbling “No, no god please no” under your breath.

Ethan opens the door, a police officer is standing with his hat in his hand before he says “Mr Edwards?”

“Yes that’s me”

“We found your daughter, she’s currently at the hospital being checked over. If your wife is here we can-“

“Take us to her!” You shout, running through “Let me see my baby”

In the back of the car your leg is bouncing up and down in anticipation. As soon as the car stops you throw yourself out and run into the building, locating Tate in a hospital bed despite people shouting for you to stop running.

“Tate!”

“Mommy!”

You grab her, pulling her body into yours before you sob “You’re okay, oh my god baby!”

“I’m ok mama, grandma and grandpa took me to the lake” she explains, you frown.

“What?”

“Tatum, what are you talking about?” Ethan asks, now also holding her hand “Your grandparents are at our house just now, they’re worried about you”

An officer who’s been in the room speaks “Actually, it turns out the people who took-“

“Kidnapped, they kidnapped our daughter” Ethan snaps.

“Okay… it turns out they are Tatum’s grandparents. Her father’s parents. We found her when she had an incident in the lake they took her to and the lifeguard called the police after he suspected she didn’t really know them” you clench your jaw and turn away, just so she can’t see you when you spot them in the hallway begging to be let last.

“Oh hell no”

You storm out of the room, fuming “You!”

“Is Tate ok? Is she ok?” Ryan’s mom, Lorrie asks.

“Is She ok? Are you fucking insane? You kidnapped my child!”

“She’s our-“

“No she’s not! She is not! Ryan gave up his parental rights and you didn’t come around before so what gave you the right to snatch her from our home!?” You’re shouting, causing a scene and they look embarrassed.

“Listen y/n you need to calm down”

You don’t speak, instead Ethan does “you need to leave, never speak to Tatum or come around our house ever again. You’re not her family, she has a mom, a dad and a little brother. She has four grandparents and you’re not any of them”

The two look taken aback by his words “You’re the one who tried to replace Ryan” his dad snarls to which Ethan puffs his chest and replies

“No, I didn’t try. I did replace him, I am her dad, I am not a disappointment to her. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to take our daughter home”

When you got her home, neither of you left her side. Both kids being made to sleep in your bed so you could have them within arms length.

Tate’s cuddled into Ethan’s side and holding Finn’s hand while you just stare at them all from the left side of the bed.

She’s still awake and staring up at him, his fingers brushing her hair out of her eyes

“You look so pretty tater-tot”

“I missed you, daddy”

“I missed you too, so much”

“Lake wasn’t fun without you and uncle Luke” she mumbles which makes you both laugh.

“We love You, T” You whisper “So much, we don’t want you to go with anybody ever again ok?”

“Ok mommy, I’m sorry if you got scared” she mumbled.

“I get scared because I love you so much tate, you’re my world” you reply “Now go to sleep, we’re here now”

You never knew why they took her, Ryan didn’t tell you when you confronted him. However it was made clear to his parents once they were served with papers of a restraining order from Tatum Edwards.

[canirove]

Ben Chilwell Imagine | three

Author’s note: Welcome to another imagine inspired by something random I saw 😅 In this case, it all started after reading this post that someone I follow rebloged, and also after watching a cute video on Instagram of a girl talking to the guy sitting opposite her on a train. That kind of is the summary 😁

Masterlist

"Excuse me."

"Uh?" I say, looking up from my phone and meeting those blue kind of grey eyes.

"Hi, sorry for bothering you. Would you mind keeping an eye on my things while I go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thank you" he smiles.

"Everything ok?" he asks when he comes back.

"Yep. Though if you are a Chelsea supporter, they just conceded."

"What?"

"Sorry."

"I leave for a couple of minutes and..." he sighs. "Do you like football?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?" he chuckles.

"When my team wins. Like right now, for example."

"Wait, do you support..." he says, looking down at his phone.

"Yeah... Sorry" I shrug.

"It's ok" he laughs. "Do you want to watch the game? We can share my earbuds."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, come here" he says, moving to the seat next to him and leaving his for me. "I'm Ben, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Ben" I reply, sitting next to him and taking one of the earbuds, our heads leaning closer so we don't pull them out. 

Being this close, I can see that he has some freckles, and he also smells so good... Yeah, I'm in love.

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"A draw probably was the best result" Ben says once the game is over.

"Was it? Because that penalty..."

"It wasn't a penalty."

"It was."

"It wasn't" he says, trying to look serious but not being able to hide a smile. "And looks like we've almost made it London."

"Yeah..." I sigh. I wish I could stay in this train forever, sitting next to him, looking at his perfect face, maybe running a hand through his curls while he rests his head on my lap while taking a nap and...

"Are you ok?"

"Uh?"

"You just kind of... Disconnected" Ben laughs. 

"Did I?"

"You did. Which means that you didn't hear my question."

"I'm sorry" I say, feeling my cheeks get warm. Gotta love it when a cute guy catches you daydreaming about him. "What was your question?"

"I asked if you are from Brighton or were just visiting."

"Oh, I was visiting. One of my cousins was getting married."

"What a coincidence! I also attended a wedding this weekend. One of my best mates from school was marrying this girl he met on a train back from uni. Kind of like us right now."

"Wait..." I say, trying to ignore his smile when he said "kind of like us right now." "That girl... Is she called Diana?"

"Yeah. Diana and Matt."

"Oh my God!"

"Please tell me Diana isn't your cousin."

"She is!" I laugh.

"We were at the same wedding?"

"Yes!"

"And we didn't meet? How?"

"I don't know" I shrug. I'm sure I would have noticed a guy like him. 

"Looks like destiny still wanted us to meet, tho" Ben says with a cheeky smile.

"Looks like it" I say, my face now burning.   

"Before the train stops... May I get your number? We could maybe meet one day, grab a coffee, maybe go to a game together?"

"That would be lovely" I reply, the butterflies on my stomach having a party. No, not a party. A rave. 

"I think you friend is desperate from an update on the cute guy from the train" Ben chuckles while typing his number on my phone.

"What?"

"A text just came in asking about him. It was written in capital letters."

"Oh, shit. Sorry."

"It's ok. I also think you are very cute" he smirks.

"I..." I feel like my face is about to burst into flames. "Thank you."

"You are very welcome. And you should text your friend, I fear for their life" he laughs.

"I will, I promise. But before we leave the train, can I ask you a favour?"

"Ok..." he smirks, that smile making me fall a bit more in love with him.

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through the hourglass 319. brb x oc

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“Marcus you really didn’t have to.” she tells him once she is done sending Rooster the message, frowning a bit because he hasn’t replied - anxiety goes brr immediately - but hides it as she grins at Marcus, “I love it,truly.”

Marcus grinned, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. "Anything for you, darling. It suits you perfectly, and it's not just about the blazer; it's about reminding you to embrace a bit of color."

Beatrice smiled appreciatively at Marcus's thoughtful gesture. "I needed this, Marcus. Sometimes we get so caught up in the,well,mess that we forget to find joy in the little things. Thanks for reminding me."

As she spoke, her phone buzzed, and Beatrice's heart skipped a beat. She quickly checked it, relieved to see a message from Rooster.

Roos (15:15)

Gorgeous, meeting with Cyclone went as expected. Will update you soon. Love you.

A sigh of relief escaped Beatrice's lips as she read Rooster's message. She replied quickly.

Bea (15:16)

Take your time, Rooster. We'll be here when you're ready. Love you too.

Marcus watched her with a knowing smile. "Everything okay?"

Beatrice nodded, slipping her phone back into her pocket. "Yeah, just Rooster messaging me, he’s in the middle of something trying to unravel some mystery. He uh,he also liked the blazer."

“Well, I'm glad he approves. And, you know, if he's caught up in a mystery, maybe the lavender will bring a bit of serenity to his day."

"You might be onto something there, Marcus. I hope so." she looks down at her kids who were now napping in the baby room, and she sighed, “...can I ask you something?”

“Sure,darling.”

“Have you ever had to deal with…weird…people? You know,nosy people.”

Marcus's expression turned thoughtful as he considered Beatrice's question. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Well, darling, the world is full of all sorts of characters. In my line of work, I've encountered my fair share of nosy individuals. It comes with the territory, you know?"

Beatrice nodded,chewing the inside of her cheek "Yeah, I can imagine. But how do you deal with it? Especially when it gets too intrusive?"

Marcus chuckled, propping his hand against his cheek. "It requires finesse, my dear. First and foremost, maintain your composure. Don't let them see they've struck a nerve. People like that thrive on reactions."

"Right," Beatrice agreed, grimacing a bit. "What else?"

"Choose your battles wisely. Not every nosy person deserves a confrontation. Sometimes, it's better to let them have their curiosity and watch them tire themselves out," Marcus advised.

"That makes sense," Beatrice mused. "But what if it's someone who's not just curious but seems to have an agenda? Like, they're prying into things that shouldn't concern them."

"In that case, my dear, it's time to set boundaries. Politely but firmly let them know that certain matters are private and not up for discussion. Be assertive without being aggressive. It's about making them understand that they've crossed a line."

Beatrice took mental notes, grateful for Marcus's guidance. "And what if they persist? What if they don't take the hint?"

"Ah, persistence. A tricky one," Marcus mused, holding his index finger up. "In such cases, escalate the response gradually. Increase the assertiveness of your boundaries. If they still don't get the message, then you might need to be more direct. Address the issue head-on, but always maintain a level of civility. Remember, you're in control of the narrative."

She nodded, absorbing the advice while tapping her phone against her palm. "Thanks, Marcus. I just... I've been dealing with someone like that lately. Rooster warned me about her, and now it seems she's trying to dig into things she shouldn't."

Marcus's gaze turned sympathetic. "Oh, the persistent one. Well, my dear, trust your instincts.”

“Yeah,I’ve been hearing that…a lot.”

He just smiled,holding his hand up Well,darling,you've got to protect what matters to you, whether it's your personal life or the people you care about. And if this nosy individual is causing you distress, it's time to take a stand."

“But I did.Several times.”

Marcus leaned forward, his expression more serious. "If you've already set boundaries and the person persists, it might be time for a direct conversation. Let them know, without ambiguity, that their actions are unwelcome and causing you distress. Sometimes, clarity is the key."

Beatrice frowns, rubbing her knuckles nervously. "You think so?"

“Well.” Marcus patted her hand reassuringly. "Conflict is inevitable, my dear, especially when you're defending what matters. But it doesn't mean you have to go looking for it. Handle it with grace, and if the person still doesn't relent, well, then you've done what you can."

Beatrice sighed, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders for a second, smiling down at his hand on hers. "Thanks, Marcus.I just want to protect my family from unnecessary drama."

"You're a strong woman, Beatrice. You'll handle this with grace, I'm sure. And remember, you've got friends who'll stand by you. Like Shells."

‘Well,Shells wants to beat this woman up, not talk,hah.” she rubs her neck “Shells is more of a 'knock some sense into them' type. But yeah..."

Marcus nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Sometimes, a good friend who's ready to throw a punch can be quite reassuring."

The laughter eased the tension in the room, and Beatrice felt a renewed sense of determination. She glanced at her phone, realizing she needed to get back to her responsibilities.

"Thanks again, Marcus. Your advice is always valuable."

"Anytime, my dear. Now, do you need to go? There’s so much I’d like to talk about and the kids are sleeping so nice in here."

Beatrice smiled, appreciating the warmth of Marcus's company. "I'll be back, promise. The kids adored their time but I have work tonight, and I need to call my parents."

The fashion designer chuckled,tilting his head in agreement. "Well,very well, let me help you out then."Marcus gracefully stood up, extending a hand to Beatrice. "I'll walk you all out, my dear. And don't forget, fashion advice is just a call away. We've got a wardrobe to update for the Lavender Blazer Committee."

Beatrice chuckled,picking Nicole up while Marcus pushed the twins’ strollers forward. 

As they reached the entrance, Marcus paused, his eyes twinkled once more. "And when the drama gets too overwhelming, remember, a fabulous outfit can be a powerful shield. Strut in confidence, my dear. Strut." he snaps his fingers, “And make them wish they were you.”

“Ha,I’ll try Marcus.” Once outside, the vibrant cityscape greeted them. The hustle and bustle of the streets contrasted with the tranquility of Marcus's studio,well,partially since there was enough hustle and bustle there too. She smiles when he helps her putting the kids inside, “Thank you,Marcus.”

Marcus grinned, a theatrical flair in his gestures as he bows down to the waist. "Anytime, my dear. Now, remember the power of a well-strutted exit. Drama may try to follow you, but it'll have a hard time catching up with fabulousness."

Beatrice laughed, cheeks burning a bit, feeling a genuine sense of upliftment from Marcus' words. "I'll keep that in mind, Marcus. Thanks for the advice, the blazer, and just being the fabulous person you are."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," Marcus replied with a playful wink. "Now, off you go. Conquer the world."

Beatrice waved goodbye to Marcus, she drove back home. She shouldn’t be surprised at all to who was sitting outside.She found Shells waiting by the front steps,she immediately noticed the lavender blazer and raised an eyebrow.

"What's with the fancy get-up?" Shells asked, a playful smirk on her face.

Beatrice blinked,she barely parked the car,Jesus. "A gift from Marcus. You noticed it from afar??”

Shells shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, the blazer practically screams 'look at me.' Figured you were getting all dolled up for a special occasion. What's the occasion?"

"No special occasion, just Marcus being Marcus. Help me get the kids out,please.” she walks out, fixing the blazer with care and smiling at herself, “They are still asleep Shells,so. I’ll get the twins and you get Nikki?”

“Sure, hey, gimme a ride to work?”

“Oh?” she asks while grabbing the babies, “..why?”

Shells shrugs, picking Nicole and closing the door for her friend, “My car broke down,so.”

Beatrice chuckled, shaking her head as she grabs her house keys from her back pocket. "Honestly, Shells, I think your car has finally decided to stop you from drifting around the streets."

Shells laughed, adjusting Nicole in her arms. "Yeah, seems that way. But hey, a ride to work means I owe you one. Maybe you can cash in the favor when I'm dealing with the aftermath of this car disaster."

 "Deal. Let's just hope your car doesn't turn into a recurring character in our lives."

As they settled walked inside, greeting the three dogs along the way, Shells couldn't help but notice the lavender blazer. "So, the blazer isn't for a special occasion? You're just casually strolling around in it?"

Beatrice shrugged, waiting until Shells and Nikki were inside to close the door. "Marcus being Marcus, you know. You don’t like it?"

Shells chuckled, glancing down at her own casual attire. "Well, I didn't get the 'dress up for no reason' memo. But hey, you look good in lavender. Very...grown-up."

Beatrice shot her a teasing smile. "Grown-up? “

“Yeah…uh..momwear you know.”Beatrice settled the twins into their playpen, ensuring they continued their peaceful slumber, while Shells released Nicole to nap alongside her siblings

"Seriously, though," Shells continued, plopping down on the couch, "Marcus gives you a lavender blazer out of the blue, and there's no special occasion? That guy works in mysterious ways."

Beatrice joined her on the couch, trying to stifle a yawn. "Yeah, he's something else. Probably just his way of saying, 'Hey, you can be fabulous without a reason.' You know how he is."

Shells grinned  "True that…also I lied."

“What?”

“I’m not only here because of a ride…I have steaming hot gossip.” she smirks, “From Mirandaaa…”

"Miranda gossip? "

Shells leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Okay, so apparently, Miranda has been snooping around, asking questions about you and Rooster."

Beatrice's fatigue transformed into a surge of alertness. "What? Why? “

Shells shrugged, a sly grin on her face both hands up. "Well, I think she's on a mission to uncover the great mystery of your relationship. Maybe she's writing a novel or starting a detective agency. Who knows?"

Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Come on, Shells. This is serious. What did Miranda say?"

Shells smirked. "Relax, Bea. I'm just messing with you. She didn't say much, just asked about your connection with Rooster. I gave her the classic 'none of your business' response, of course." she pauses, “Then she went to my aunt who also basically told her to fuck off.”

Beatrice sighed, rubbing her temples. "...makes sense.”

“What?”

“...well…Mark might be…uh…involved in things.”

Shells mouth dropped “What?!”

Beatrice leaned back on the couch, running a hand through her hair. "Yeah, I don't have all the details, but apparently, there were some …stuff? Rooster's investigating, and Miranda seems to be poking around, trying to piece things together what we know."

Shells whistled, her eyes widening. "...holy shit.”

"That's what Rooster is trying to find out. It's all hush-hush, classified stuff. But Miranda being Miranda,i just think she's digging around, asking questions. Rooster warned me to be cautious around her."

"So, Miranda is basically trying to know..what you know about it?”Bea nodded “Great."

Beatrice sighed. "Yeah, we need to be careful about what we say and who we share information with. If Mark is involved in something sensitive, the last thing we want is for Miranda to use what we know against us….if it’s true.”

Shells leaned back, crossing her arms. "This is getting messier by the minute. And here I thought our biggest concern was your mom giving Vice-Admiral Simpson a piece of her mind."

Beatrice chuckled, the tension momentarily easing. "Well, that's still a concern, but with Miranda snooping around and Mark's mysterious…mystery, it feels like we have to be extra alert.”

“Hm…well then maybe I uh…shouldn’t share the other part of Miranda’s questions.”

"Other part? What else did Miranda ask?"

"Okay, promise not to get mad."

Beatrice sighed, "Just spill it, Shells."

"Alright, alright. So, besides asking about your connection with Rooster, she also inquired if uh…well…the kids…." she licked her lips, clearly not wanting to continue, “Were…you know…”

Beatrice's eyes narrowed, "If the kids were what, Shells?"

Shells winced, realizing the sensitivity of the topic. "She asked if the kids were Rooster's."

Pause.

A long and heavy pause.

“..what.”

Shells raised her hands in a placating gesture. "I know, I know! I told her it was ridiculous, and to fuck off and considering how much you and Rooster fuck–I mean uh–shit you are mad as fuck."

Beatrice's gaze was icy,  and Shells recognized the signs – the calm before the storm, the quiet anger that was often more dangerous than an explosive rage. Beatrice's voice, when it finally cut through the silence, was deceptively composed.

"You...told her what?"

Shells winced again at the controlled fury in Beatrice's tone. "I…I told her to fuck off Bea. She didn’t ask outright and–where are you going?!” she saw Bea pace around the room while dialing her phone.

“I need Michael to come over.”

“...why?”

“I can’t leave my kids alone as I beat a bitch up.”