#i would’ve been worried about you pookie

[emprcaesar]

you know what i just realized daniel molloy went missing for damn near a week and no one cared. shit i woudlve let armand kill me if i was him.

[kairoot]

confessions with ateez ˚⋆ ✦

⟢ pairing : ateez x reader ➖ genre : fluff, friends to lovers ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : intimacy, kissing, reader is drunk for mingi’s hc

ss: confessing to ateez; telling them that you like them

🌿 — hongjoong.

is surprised

LIKE WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED YOURE LITERALLY THE KIM HONGJOONG OFC I WOULD LIKE YOU

attempts at suppressing his smile and giggles

fails

is definitely super shy afterwards (no nwjns 🗣️)

joong’s head was laid on your chest as you played with his disheveled brown strands. his arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, eyes low but not completely shut.

anyone who walked in would’ve thought the two of you were dating but the sad part was; you weren’t.

hongjoong normally came over and crashed at your place when he felt overworked or was super tired after schedules. you’d always invite him over so he wouldn’t have to stay in the studio while being tired but eventually he learned that overworking himself was never good.

you knew whenever he was drained. the way his eyes would droop or he’d just come in and flop onto your bed. it’s also why you began to make dinner for him so whenever he came over, he’d have something in his belly because, who knew when he was actually gonna go home?

others knew about the way you took care of hongjoong but never understood why you two haven’t dated.

and that was your biggest mistake because you liked hongjoong. perhaps even loved him. but you didn’t want him to know that. not until now, at least.

seeing him nearly every day and laughing with him or going on trips with him always made you happy. seeing him smile made your heart dance in your chest. you cared deeply about hongjoong on another level. but you never really told him because of how close you two have always been over the years. what if you ruined a good friendship?

but today was the day that you stopped worrying about that. hongjoong is an understanding person so what’s the worst that could happen other than him letting you down slowly? it’s become insufferable for you to keep in so much, so now is when you let loose.

taking in a breath, you softly call hongjoong’s name.

“joong?”

“hm?” his eyebrows raised slightly, eyes now closed but he was awake.

“can i.. can i tell you something?” you asked, softly placing your chin on his head. his arm shifted, pulling you closer and hugging you tighter.

“mhm, i’m listening, bub.” he responded quietly. your heart fluttered at the nickname, a small smile now growing on your face.

“okay, but promise you won’t get upset with me or something? or things won’t be awkward? and-“

he squeezed your hip, chuckling a bit, “spit it out, y/n.”

you took a moment to do so, taking in a few deep breaths.

“joong i.. like you. i have for a long time,” you began, a slight weight lifting off of your shoulders. the room was a bit silent before you continued.

“and i don’t know if you feel the same but i care about you. not just in a best friend way. it sounds cheesy but.. everything you do makes me smile. it makes me feel all fuzzy inside and i’m like, ‘wth is going on?’ but it’s because of you, joong.”

you swallowed hard, waiting for his response. it was silent moments before you heard a small giggle which confused you a bit.

“really? you like like me?” he asked, a big smile plastered on his face.

“i like like you.”

he finally looked up at you, eyes still low but he seemed to be more awake now. he blinked slowly, his eyes now staring into yours.

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

🌿 — seonghwa.

is taken back

LIKE EXCUSE ME 😟

hand over his heart type of stunned

of course he likes you tew pookie 😜😘

he’s just like wait a minute this hottie likes me?? 🤔

you stood in the kitchen next to seonghwa, both of you laughing at each other.

“it’s not sweet enough, hwa!” you giggled, quickly stirring your cupcake batter. he laughed at the mess you made, sugar scattered on the dark countertop.

“i told you to add more sugar, you just don’t listen to me.” his laughter died down a bit.

the whole kitchen was a mess. each of you baked your own batch of cupcakes and obviously your batch wasn’t doing so well.

you both wore dark blue aprons, a small logo stitched on the right side.

seonghwa had bought the aprons for you both the week before, knowing that you’d probably have more days like this.

the two of you had flour and sugar covering your aprons and icing on your face. your side was a bit more messy but seonghwa thought it was cute.

everything you did was cute to him. the way you smiled or the way you got excited about certain things. you were just adorable.

he watched you from his side, not even realizing that he was almost in a trance. he smiled slightly at the way you hurriedly moved around the kitchen.

“can i try one of yours at least?” you turned to him, a pout on your face while your batter was pushed to the side.

hwa smiled once again, long strands moving as he nodded his head.

he grabbed one from the pan, handing it to you. you took a small bite, though some icing had still managed to mark your lip.

he noticed before you felt it, his finger coming to wipe it off. hwa didn’t even realize how close he was until he saw you looking up at him, frozen in place.

his face was a few inches away from yours, the only sound being breathing.

it was only moments before his plump lips were on yours, tasting the sweetness from the icing. the cupcake had been long forgotten, dropped on the floor somewhere as your arms came to wrap around his neck.

the bing crosby christmas album playing from the living room seemed to be slowed down as the two of you were in your own world, lost in each other’s grasp.

after what felt like forever, he pulled away out of breath. his eyes opening to look down at you again, blinking slowly.

“i’m assuming that kiss meant something to you?” you breathed out, playing with the strands that cascaded down to his neck.

he nodded, feeling a tad bit embarrassed from his sudden attack on your lips.

“i love you,” you confessed, finally letting the cat out of the box. “so much.”

“y-you love me? are you sure? i-“

to answer his questions and rambles, you pressed your lips on to his once again, making him melt in the kiss and giving him any other reassurance that he needed.

🌿 — yunho.

LITERALLY IS SO GIDDY

LIKE KICKINF HIS FEET AND GIGGLING TYPE OF GIDDY (on the inside of course)

but he wants to take things slow

he’s in no rush

you and yunho sat in the your room, studying together. papers were scattered across the bed as you both helped each other for your upcoming exam.

“but i think.. mr. kim isn’t really worried about how we got the answer. just if we know the correct one or not.” yunho said, skimming through his papers.

“no? of course he would care, why wouldn’t he?”

“cause the exam is multiple choice.” he snorted.

“i’m still showing my work.” you shrugged, going back to jotting down notes in your journal.

for a while, it was quiet until your mind began to wander. you looked over at yunho, seeing his brows furrowed a bit as he was focused on his writing. his lips parted slightly, mumbling things that would help him remember for the big test.

your gaze remained focused on him, studying his features. you knew it was frowned upon, but you did find your best friend attractive. not just his looks but his personality.

yunho was always nice to everyone he was around. even taking care of them in some type of way.

your crush on him had lasted longer than you could remember. but you confessing to him now seemed like a horrid idea seeing as he just ended a relationship a little more than 2 weeks ago.

ruining your friendship with him was not really something you had in mind but you wanted him to know how you felt even if it did mess up everything. there was just no way you could go the rest of your life without telling him.

“yunho?”

he looked up, humming in response.

“um, i don’t know how you’ll feel after i say this but,” you began to speak, clearing your throat. yunho had put his things down, his full attention on you.

“i.. i like you.” you said quietly, looking down.

“well, i like you too.” he smiled slightly, his hand coming to lightly brush against your cheek.

“no, yun. i like like you.” you sent him a sad smile, expecting him to walk right out on you. but he didn’t. he remained seated on the bed, his smile growing.

“i know. and i like like you too,” he giggled a bit. “we don’t have to rush into anything, though.”

“i don’t want you to rush anyway. you just left a relationship.” you tapped his arm playfully, the both of you now giggling.

🌿 — yeosang.

super shy pt2

does that :> smile

today, you decided to train with yeosang. seeing as though you had nothing better to do, you joined him at the gym.

you whistled jokingly as yeosang dropped the dumbbell he had in his hand, sweat drenching his face and arms.

he noticed the way you’d looked at him, a smug smile on your face.

“are you trying to flirt with me?” he tilted his head, laughing a bit.

“yes, is it working?”

he laughed again, shaking his head at you. he noticed that you’d been flirting with him all day, which wasn’t really like you but he didn’t think much about it.

but what he didn’t know or notice was that you were doing it on purpose. some of the flirting was jokes of course but some of it wasn’t. like when you asked if you could cook dinner for the two of you.

“y/n, you don’t even cook..” he grabbed a towel from his back, patting his neck. you sat next to him on the bench, scoffing.

“can i at least try for the man i love?” you mumbled, looking elsewhere.

yeosang did a double take, confused on whether he heard you right.

“what?” he turned back towards you, a puzzled expression on his face.

you shook your head, starting to get up and brush off the conversation.

he took hold of your wrist, pulling you back gently, “you love me?”

you mumbled a ‘maybe’, still avoiding his gaze. you honestly thought he would’ve been a bit weirded out but instead he laughed.

you looked up to see a pink tint covering his cheeks but not just from working out.

“i, uh, i do too. i love you too, i mean.” he wanted to give you more of a proper response so he gave you a peck on your cheek, feeling too flustered to kiss your lips.

🌿 — san.

 you have no idea how relieved this man is

probably sighs out loud

another giggly/smiley one

chatting with san in the small cafe, you both shared smiles and memories in between your coffees.

san was telling a story from when you both met but you just couldn’t focus on what he was saying. you were way too distracted by his beauty to comprehend the words leaving his lips.

you loved everything about san. especially when he was passionate about something like the story he was telling. how he got so into it or how he smiled at the memories you made together.

“y/n?” his voice pulled you out of your trance, causing you to blink for the first time in 5 minutes.

“you okay, bubba?” he laughed a bit.

you nodded your head, your gaze anywhere but him now. the nickname he’d always called you, now gave you butterflies.

his brows furrowed in confusion as his finger came to move your chin so you were looking at him again. he gave you a questionable look, a look of concern washing over his face.

“y/n?”

“san, i like you.” you blurted out, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you seemed to surprise yourself. san’s eyes widened in surprise as well, a soft chuckle escaping him.

his smile was even wider as he let out a relieved sigh. he took both of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles.

“do you know how long i’ve waited to hear that?”

“how long?” you tilted your head slightly, sending him a small smile.

“way too long, sweetheart. way too long.”

🌿 — mingi.

he’s flustered 100%

probably doesn’t know what to say

you groaned as you stumbled into your apartment with mingi holding you up by the waist.

you flopped onto the couch, an arm outstretched towards him.

“i told you not to drink too much.” he giggled, coming to sit next to you.

you whined in protest, sitting up to prop yourself next to him.

“mingi, i love you,” you poked his cheek. “so much. i love you so much.”

he chuckled, moving your hand to your lap.

“i love you too.”

“no,” you draped your arms over his shoulders, your eyes halfway open. “i looove you.”

you placed two wet kisses to his cheek before he stopped you. his eyes were wide in surprise while his cheeks were painted with pink.

“y/n, stop.” he smiled a bit, moving away from you.

“why?” you whined, flopping yourself into his lap. “you don’t love me..”

“no, i do, princess. believe me, i do,” he shook his head, patting your leg as you were already headed to sleep. “you just won’t remember that in the morning.”

he placed a kiss on your forehead, picking you up to head upstairs. what he didn’t know was that you most definitely would remember that the next day.

🌿 — wooyoung.

very smug

but is lowkey like ‘🤭🤭’

even as your friend, wooyoung is very touchy. you’re both always cuddling or his hand is always placed on your waist, someway somehow.

so when he sees that you’re avoiding these things, like hugging him, he finds it a little weird.

“boo bear!” he flopped onto your couch, using one of the stupid nicknames that got you to laugh when you were mad at him. “whatcha doin’ ?”

you motioned toward the tv, flipping through different movies.

he looked at you for a moment, sighing in annoyance, “alright, seriously, what’s wrong?”

you didn’t respond at first, causing him to take the remote away from you.

“wooyoung!” you groan, reaching for the device that was hidden behind his back.

“what’s wrong?” he shifted his arm away from your grasp, ignoring your protests.

you sighed, sitting back in your seat. he waited for you to respond, the remote remaining behind his back until you did.

“i don’t think we should be friends anymore, woo.”

his heart sank at your words. where was this coming from? what did he do to make you feel that way?

but the truth is, it was you not him. over the time of you and woo’s friendship, you recently began to develop feelings for him. with everything he said and did, you found him attractive. you felt your feelings grow stronger everyday, but it eventually became unbearable.

“did i do something?” his brows now furrowed in concern. he turned toward you, grabbing one of your hands to hold on his.

“tell me, y/n and we can work it out together.”

you held your breath, looking down. wooyoung may be silly but he’s very understanding. so why were you so nervous?

“woo, i like you. but maybe we shouldn’t remain as friends because what happens if my feelings ruin what we have? what happens when you don’t like me back and everything is awkward?”

his eyebrows raised slightly as he smiled, “oh, honey. you don’t have to worry about me not having feelings for you.”

it took a few moments for you to realize what he said. before you could look up at him all the way, his lips were on yours.

🌿 — jongho.

keeps his cool

but is actually so relieved on the inside

like this man has loved you for SO LONG!!!??

the two of you laughed as you strolled through a near by park. your arm was linked with jongho’s, your excuse was because it was so cold.

you both conversed about different things or even walking in a comfortable silence at times.

eventually, you both came by a steep hill where the sun was setting. jongho set down a blanket he had brought along, patting it flat against the grass.

you both sat down next to each other, his arm coming to wrap around you. you looked out at the sunset, a soft small resting on your face.

“why’re you smiling so much?” jongho asked, chuckling softly. his hand stroking your arm.

“cause i get to see this with you.” you look up at him, indicating the pretty orange and pink splashes on the sky.

he looked into your eyes for a bit, taking in everything you said and did.

“i wouldn’t wanna see it with anyone else, jong,” you looked at him for a moment before leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. he breathed out as if he’d been holding his breath and waiting for you to say that.

“i love you.” you smiled. his other hand came to rest on your cheek as he pulled you in for a real kiss.

“not more than i love you.”

⟢ milan’s note: this kinda sucks booty cause i got sleepy while writing it but im writing for my pookies again !! <33

taglist: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @m1ko-xu

[leqonsluv3r]

Hello Queen Bee :) Your blog is awesome and Leon is BAE! :D

If you're still taking requests, can I please request headcanons for RE2!Leon falling in love with an older female cop who's of a higher rank (Sergeant or above) and confessing his feelings to her after he saves her from being attacked by a suspect?

guilty as sin?

—re!2!rookie leon kennedy x sergeant!cop reader, a headcanon list 

masterlist taglist prompt game

an: sorry i’ve been so MIA, i suck balls ik. i love you all though for being patient and loving me anyways. this shit was so sweet to write it gave me diabetes ngl. pls reblog and like, yk the drill pookies <333

rookie!leon who notices you the first day at his police academy training, he doesn’t notice that you seem him staring. you think it’s endearing and it’s been a while since anyone has looked at you like that. you decide to let him stare, what’s the worst that can happen?

rookie!leon who enjoys the way you always bite your lips when your worried, when your trying to have a debriefing, he knows your probably worried because of all the pressure that’s on you. but he always makes sure to give you his undivided attention and respect. it’s the best he can give you. for now.

rookie!leon who makes sure your doing okay when you work late hours, he always stops by your office to check on you. sometimes you let him come into your office, sit with you, talk a bit. something about the passion for the job in his eyes, it puts you at ease, makes you feel better. like being a sergeant was worth it at the end of the day.

rookie!leon who tries to make sure he has no problems with issuing complaints to you. he doesn’t like putting more stress on your shoulders but it’s the least he can do, you have a big and stressful job. he just wants to make it easier for you. even if it’s only a little bit.

rookie!leon who tries to deny after four months that he has feelings for his sergeant, he knows he shouldn’t. he knows you probably don’t feel the same way. but after months of getting to know you and being close to you…it was so hard but it was equally as rewarding at the same time.

rookie!leon who goes on his own patrol for the day, hearing over the radio that your taking a 10-64 (a crime in progress) which wasn’t unusual for you as a sergeant. but still, he worried even though he shouldn’t. he knew you were a strong and capable person but things still happened, things that weren’t always in your control.

rookie!leon who hears you call for backup when he stops for gas. you barely ever called for backup, but he jumped in his car as fast as he could (like he normally would’ve for anyone else) and copied on the radio. he had never driven so fast in his life with his sirens on and weaving in and out of cars like his life depended on it.

rookie!leon who makes it there, but it’s too late. you’ve been shot in the shoulder, kicked and beaten like you had gotten into a fight. he calls for EMTs and medical, holding your beaten body close to him. your in and out of it, trying to stay awake and leon does what he can. he even tries to crack those corny jokes that you swore you hated.

rookie!leon who holds your hand when the paramedics come, you hold it back with whatever strength you have left. despite the situation and the immense worry he has for you right now; his stomach flutters. he would jump in front of a bullet for you, he has a feeling you would do the same.

rookie!leon who helps you recover and heal, offering to stay with you on leave while your shoulder and bruised ribs heal. offering to do whatever and help as much as he can, he swears he’s not in love with you, but…he can’t fight the truth much longer and neither can you.

rookie!leon who rubs your back and plays with your hair when your sleeping on your couch, it’s a miracle you finally got into a comfortable position. it’s weird to think that your his sergeant, that he’s supposed to be at your beck and call but your not even strong enough to lift your shoulders. he doesn’t mind, he swears it’s platonic despite the butterflies that swarm his stomach when your around.

rookie!leon who takes you to your chiropractor and your physical therapist, desperate to help you heal. he needs you to be better again so that he can be better again, he needs that more then he needs air (he believes).

rookie!leon who keeps trying to deny it, same as you, that you both have fallen in love with each other. so when he invites you over for dinner, making his famous pasta (it’s really spaghetti), your thrilled and you accept. he’s convinced that he’s doing all this because you’re better and because your healing. but that’s his mind just trying to deny what his heart wants.

rookie!leon who cooks the dinner, watching as you arrive maybe an hour later in a beautiful little sundress. he’s never seen you dress that way, it brings color to his cheeks and makes his heart race. he doesn’t know how to react or even think straight. the scar on your shoulder from the attack is healing, reminding him that your brave and that you survived something terrible. but despite all that, your still here with him.

rookie!leon who serves you both dinner in his tiny apartment kitchen, serving you both wine and spaghetti. he tries to fight down the butterflies long enough to eat the food he spent so long on. but it’s impossible with you smiling at him like that across his small table, your eyelashes fluttering and your face cast in a warm glow. he feels so damn lucky right now to just be in your presence. even if your not aware of it.

rookie!leon who manages to eat, making small talk with you and laughing at your jokes. but when you laugh at his, he feels like the entire earth has been tilted in an axis. he’s so happy, so in love with you and it sucks because he knows you don’t feel the same. you couldn’t feel the same, your his superior, his boss.

rookie!leon who is oblivious to your touches on his arm and the way your looking at him like you want to eat him alive. he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, the sweetest man you’ve ever let into your life and you feel like your heart could escape your chest whenever you look at him. especially now, when he’s talking so adamantly about his passions and things he enjoys outside of the station. it’s like he’s coming to life in front of you in a way you’ve never seen before. and it makes your heart palpitate.

rookie!leon who doesn’t stop you when you move his small little chair closer to his at his tiny kitchen table, sipping on your wine and keeping eye contact with him. your just listening to him talk, share his story and his life, something that hasn’t happened yet.

rookie!leon who swallows when you lean in and press a kiss to his lips, his brain freezing and whatever stupid story he was telling dying in his mouth. he has a more important matter because your lips are touching his. they’re soft, they’re moving slowly and gently against his like pillows. he doesn’t know if he can get his brain working fast enough to kiss you back.

rookie!leon who kisses you back a little when you try to pull away, his hand gently coming up to hold your jaw as he moves his lips against yours. his brain and his heart cheering in succession that he’s finally getting something he desires and deserves.

rookie!leon who flushes after you both pull away from the kiss, not quite knowing how to react. your both adults here but the situation causes both of your cheeks to heat up like little kids with crushes. he has no choice but to confess his feelings, explaining things carefully incase you regretted the kiss. he just doesn’t want to have his heartbroken again, he wants you, he needs you. he’s convinced.

rookie!leon who is shocked when you confess that you feel the same, your hand moving to hold his and sooth his worries. the doubts circling his mind like water down the drain. he doesn’t mind now, now he’s got nothing to worry about now that your here. now that your telling him you feel the same. he swears he could die happy.

rookie!leon who makes it official with you two weeks after the dinner. taking you out on an official date. you both go to dinner and he drives you home. another kiss is shared on your front porch, not the first but the second and it’s even sweeter. leon is convinced he could never get tired of kissing you.

rookie!leon who’s not really a rookie anymore, after five years. he’s made a name for himself at the RPD with you by his side. the only difference now is that you both wear rings to signify your love and your carrying his child. he got what he deserved and what he wanted most and he swears that life with you is the best it could get. and he can’t wait for the rest of it.

[temmtamm]

couldddd you POSSIBLY!.!!.!!! do a gravity falls yandere platonic ford which any age with a son!reader? Maybe around the age of 14 or younger. IF NOT THATS COMPLETELY FINE!

or if not that maybe a platonic yandere teen ford and stan with a younger brother?

Hii pookie!!

Friendly reminder once again, I do not do gender specific asks/headcanons!! Check my Gravity Falls ‘Asks Open’ post if anyone has any confusion on what I will/wont do!

As for a parental Ford…let’s see..

Well, at least in my opinion, Ford probably wouldn’t take that care of a child. He can barely take care of himself, let alone a kid.

But, if we are talking after the portal and everything, then I think that might be different.

Once again, Ford doesn’t have much of any parental bones in his body, but he does display more care and affection for the twins than I think he would’ve before the portal. I feel like he had matured and grown a lot through all the dimensions he had been in, and was able to recognize how poorly he was raised.

So, let’s say your home life wasn’t as great either, whether it be something as simple as your father being emotionally constipated, or your family just fights more than ‘normal’ ones, Ford WILL draw parallels to your home and his.

And Ford, after all he has learned, doesn’t want another person to wind up like him; craving validation and praise from others, to the point where he—I mean, you, seek it out from dangerous sources.

So…Ford starts hanging around you more.

He’s very…subtle with it. He knows kids, especially teenagers don’t care for adults getting all up in their business, so he tried to take it slow.

He didn’t expect how closed off you were, however. Your walls were completely up…So, he had to take some extra measures to get some details out of you.

Y’know the fun fact about all the weirdness in Grvaity Falls?? It means that there’s a lot of bugs that can repeat what it hears—So, it wasn’t that hard to sneak one of these copyroaches into your home and listen in on it repeating all that was heard in the home.

All the nasty fights, all the lonesome crying, all the times you’d gush to yourself or your friends on call about your special interests.

Don’t worry, he’s a good dad, he’ll let you keep SOME privacy…Just, a very, very, VERRYY small portion of it.

Slowly, you two start to bond more and more with him becoming more of a father figure to you with how he seems to always know what’s troubling you and the answers you need to hear in that moment…Not to mention, with him not being great with emotions, he tried to win your love with acts of service, such as making you dinner, saving the shoes you like on his DVR, and letting you spend the night at the shack when your parents fight.

Soon, he started to notice you staying at the shack more and more.

And more and more…He couldn’t help but grow discontent with the way your family treats you.

As said before, it doesn’t matter how small the issue is, if Ford had it his way, not a foul word should be spoken in your vicinity. Haven’t they already done enough damage to this child?? Do they want you to grow up in a broken home?!

In fact…He doesn’t think they’re fit to be parents. Not even in the slightest!!

He would be so much better…He’d actually take care of you, and he is smarter than any school they have been putting you in for that matter—All those kids are just so cruel to you, even if you don’t know it yet.

That…actually gives him an idea.

“So…anything happen at school today, champ?” Ford mumbled in his usual low, raspy voice as he scrubbed at the dishes in the sink, his apron still tied around his waist from cooking.

“Uh…Ford?” He didn’t even bat an eye or look up at you as you started to feel queasy, pushing the bowl of soup away from you at the dinner table. “I think the vegetables in this went bad…I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Ford just let out a good, hearty laugh. “Don’t be silly, I made it with all fresh ingredients. Have a look for yourself. Only the best for you.”

You could feel your stomach start to churn and growl, with the sight that greeted you when you looked down at your bowl not making you feel any better.

Was that an…eye?!

…

It’s the same shade as your mother’s.

“O-Oh god..” You bit down on your lip, bile starting to creep up in the back of your throat at the sight…and that’s when the melatonin had started to kick in, making your vision grow spotty. It was hard for Ford to find a dosage of that where it was not only over the required limit for a young teen, but also able to be hidden in food. He did it though. Better that than rat poison for his little baby.

“Aww, oh no? Are you having a stomach bug?? Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better.”

That’s the sick part. He genuinely believes it’s better locked in the shack for you. Why wouldn’t it be?? He’ll spoil you with all the care and love a child deserves, not to mention he will be sure to intellectually stimulate your brain as well.

You’ll see. He’ll be the perfect father for you.

[1-900-venusluvs]

I adore you, I swear.

🍃! Plug! Miguel O'Hara x reader !🍃

A/n: I got an ask about a plug Miguel x reader but my laptop crashed and I lost the ask. I'm so sorry stinky butt but here it is 🤞🙁, but dw this is only part one the next part is smut🙏. btw credits to JesGreenEight on Deviant art for the banner! ngl it might be short.

cw: miggy fw's u heavily 😼, reader's kinda like shy when they around him, weed, a cheesy porn plot boo me all y'all want!!

You needed to get some weed from none other than your dealer Miguel O'Hara. There was no problem having a favorite client but you were different. With your timid voice and shy actions, you had him swooning. Lately having alone time has been pretty tough on you and you needed a release, the sad thing was, you didn't have any money. You thought to yourself,

 “how can I even buy weed if I barely have any money” 

you pick up your phone and you start to text your dealer. 

Y/n: hii do you still have any left? :((

He immediately texts back. Before you can even close your phone. He was into you but can you even realize that he wants you? His favorite client. 

Secret Spidey: So needy for weed? Come to the same spot. I’ll be there in 20.

You rushed to change. Even if you were in a hurry you didn’t wanna look bad at least. You quickly noticed what was the point. It’ll be quick. you put on a jacket as you walk out of your apartment. You walk to your destination, the back of an abandoned corner store. Usually, you two would meet in his car but since it’s under repair he used his motorcycle to meet you. He doesn’t treat you like other clients, He even offers to smoke in his car with you. If you were some other client he would’ve given you only just weed and a cold glare with it. As he walks up to you you both realize how he was much taller than you and most definitely towering over you.  

“Hey, Miguel..”

 you say with a bit of a grin. 

“Oh bunny, what's up, you told me you needed some right? 

“Bunny? Where in the hell did this nickname come from?” Your thoughts cloud your head as you think about all of this, how close he was to you, the cute nicknames, how his eyes practically show hearts in them when they look at you.  

he puts his hand on your back and smiles as he does you start shaking slightly from a cold breeze hitting the back of your neck. you were gonna ask a stupid question and you knew he would get a bit pissy. 

“Miguel.. uhm..I was wondering if you can give me..some for free..you don’t have to it's just-“ you say ranting, hoping for him to at least hear you out on why you want the free deal. He cuts you off with a sudden deep sigh. He looks you in your eyes and in reaction, you put your head down immediately. 

“Aren’t you just the cutest huh?” He says with a faint chuckle before disappearing. Before you can even get a single word in, you open your mouth and something comes out but yet again he cuts you off. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head yea? I’ll get you some weed, I just need you to do something for me..” your eyes light up with interest then he smiles at your eagerness. He always had eyes for you and you were just his type.

“Okay I can help but how so?” you asked biting your lip. you pray that he would say something back that you would like. It sounded like a cheesy porno but honestly, he was attractive and so were you. You have known this man for years so what’s the harm in that? you guys are just two people wanting to have a release and maybe more. Who knows?

this was my old taglist but here you go pookies ♥: @moon-rivr @monstera02 @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @lazyjellyfish300 @chiwhorei

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez x Child of Athena 𓅓

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!reader

It’s like another annabeth, Is what he thinks when he’s first introduction to you.

Pretty intimidated by you at first especially with his experience of being near annabeth

He’s worried that you’ll be like her and accidentally make him feel like he’s stupid asf

And surprisingly- you’re not half as bad

He’s initially introduced to you through, again, annabeth

She was touring the camp and there he saw you for the first time

Not to mention how vocal you are about solutions to problems Leo would’ve never thought of

So ofc he was attracted to you but if anything, he was so scared of approaching you

Particularly since he was doing his inventions and would rlly appreciate having a genius around for a better way to operate things

So what does he do? He goes to your cabin and through mumbles and a bashful face- he finally asks for your help

Which- you do help him which surprises him most

For the next few weeks this has been an off and on thing going on and he appreciates how you don’t berate him for being slow at times and instead give useful criticism

Then proceed to accidentally look down on him

Honestly Leo is so smart too, he does NOT get enough credit

So ofc when you acknowledge this- he’s all bashful and Denys it while being flustered

Which, at this point Leo decides to confess spontaneously because he does not wanna be disappointed once again and when you reciprocate ?

Leo is shocked, he had no idea you even felt this way towards him

Ofc u go on to explain how mastermind you are to not give it away in truth you liked him from day one, you like them dumb

Anyway, ofc you two start dating which everyone isn’t shocked but at the same time, yes???

I mean you two acted pretty close but you were so distant-

The two of you are constantly teasing eachother form then on

You always tease him when he’s a little slow and he never takes it personally

And if he did he’d bring it up

Well ofc others gotta be stirring shit so some campers started talking about how mean you are to Leo 🧍‍♀️

Like what

And ofc your pookie siblings come in clutch and defend you cuz ain’t no way they gonna let them drag you

Even Leo gets mad like tf?? Leo can defend his ass if he was hurt by what you say 🤨

Also, because of how close you two become he eventually finds out about… spiders

At first he teases but once he realizes how scared shitless you actually are about it then he’ll drop it and apologizes

So once he sees your fear in real like Leo is the one who kills them for you 😭

Especially after you explain the history he’s like wow that crazy

He’s pretty nice, I mean that’s a given

[goodwitchhour]

hey omg i saw you were writing for stephen nedoroscik and i need some imagines pookie!!!!

a shot of espresso •°. *࿐ stephen nedoroscik

requested: yes / no

summary: when asked about his relationship status during an interview, Stephen becomes eager to talk all about you

cw: fluff! a lil teeny tiny bit angsty at the start & I mean teeny tiny. stephen makes 2 sex jokes to reader bc it’s funny & I’m a firm believer that he makes them.

word count: 975

notes: yes I did take inspiration from andrew garfield.. what about it?! thank you guys for your requests!!! I promise I’m getting through them!!!! I love yall and as always, I’m in no way trying to disrespect Stephen or his relationship, this is purely fictional fun!!

fem!reader x stephen nedoroscik ♡

Stephen has always been a loud and proud boyfriend.

He’s never shied away from talking about you to his friends and family, gushing over how much he loves you and what a truly awesome person he thinks you are. Whether it's a casual get-together or a family reunion, his affection and admiration for you are always at the forefront.

Yet, as you lean against a plain wall in one of the many crammed rooms in the Olympic village, filled with a TV crew and cameras and boom mics, there’s a waver of confidence in you as you sit on the sidelines, watching Stephen take part in one of the many interviews of the day. You hear the interviewer ask him about his relationship status, and your heart skips a beat.

For a second, just a second, a thought crosses your mind. What if he doesn’t bring you up? What if he ignores the question or tries to change the subject? You understand that this is the brightest the spotlight has ever been on Stephen, and that he is entitled to as much privacy as he can get. But, and trying not to sound too narcissistic, he’s always loved talking about you. It's one of the things you adore about him, his unabashed pride and love for you.

So yeah, for a second, there’s a moment of doubt about whether he’ll divert into some other topic, trying to keep the conversation about the thing they’re all actually there for. Your mind races through the possible scenarios, each one a bit more anxiety-inducing than the last. But then, like how it often happens, that big smile of his that always melts your heart pops up, and he looks over at you for a second, catching your eye. His eyes twinkle with that familiar warmth and reassurance, and your worries immediately begin to dissipate.

“I’m uh, taken, actually,” he speaks, looking back to the interviewer in front of him. “I’ve been with my girlfriend for a while now.”

“Oh, how sweet!” The woman gushes, a half-genuine smile sweeping across her face. “And is she supportive of your career? I mean, I’m assuming she’s come to support you at the Olympics, right?!”

Stephen giggles lightly, which makes you smile, and he nods. “Oh yeah, she’s super supportive! I’ve got my own little cheerleader over here,” he laughs for a second. “No, I mean I don’t think I would’ve bounced back in a lot of the ways I have without her.”

The interviewer cocks her head slightly, and you can tell immediately that she’s going to take a jab at that. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean she’s so enthusiastic about what I do and is so energetic that it’s kinda hard to sulk around and feel sorry for myself when I mess up because she’s just ready to help me try again. It’s like I’m taking a shot of espresso whenever she’s around.” He laughs once more, this time looking over at you which immediately makes your cheeks heat up.

You feel a nudge then and you break eye contact, glancing to your right to see Brody looking at you with the cliché ‘ooooh, someone's got a crush’ look. Rolling your eyes gently, yet still smiling, you turn your attention back to your boyfriend. The moment is fully pure, filled with such genuine affection, that you can't help but feel a swell of pride in your chest.

Thankfully the interview doesn’t last much longer, because as hard as you tried to pay attention to the remaining couple of minutes, your mind was in a constant rewind mode, replaying what your boyfriend said over and over. You don’t actually notice that it’s over until you notice Brody shuffling away from you and you look up to see Stephen walking over. His stride is confident, his eyes locked onto yours, and your heart flutters in anticipation.

Your smile brightens more as he reaches you, his hand immediately finding your waist and pulling you close into him. His smile matches yours and you just stand for a second, smiling like idiots as you stare at each other. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own perfect bubble. You then stretch up a tad, moving to push his glasses back up his nose and you lean in closer.

“A shot of espresso, huh?” You say quietly, eyebrows rising slightly. Your voice is soft, filled with a mixture of amusement and affection.

He laughs, looking away for a second before plastering a serious expression on his face. “Yeah, you fill me with energy and make me feel ready for the day and, y’know,” he pauses for a split second before lowering his voice. “I love drinking you—”

“Stephen Nedoroscik, behave,” You whisper sternly, but as a satisfied grin works its way onto his face, you can’t help but laugh just a little. “You better pray to God that those microphones are off now.”

“I said it quietly,” he says with an innocent shrug, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You roll your eyes. “A shot of espresso,” you say again, shaking your head. The phrase now holding a special significance, a private joke between the two of you.

“Mm, I mean if your energy in bed is anything to go off of—”

“Steve!”

He laughs again, this time taking your hand as he begins to lead you out of the room. Slinging an arm over your shoulder, he turns his head and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Seriously though, you’re the best. I love you.”

You smile, leaning into his side, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and you words are simple, but they carry the weight of all the love and affection you feel for him “I love you more, champ.”

[bamboobooshark]

BUCKY BARNES X READER

﹒⌗ ⚜️ ౨ ♰ ˚₊‧ HOLD ON : 2.5K WRDS

<RATING: PG-13, VIOLENCE, DEATH, SIMILAR CONTENT>

This is a lil smthn smthn for my pookie!! This is also my first time writing angst!! So prepare for this to be not so good as my fluff stuff (there is going to be a bit of fluff at the beginning though). !!WARNINGS: angst, character deaths (reader and character), crying, blood, guns, eventual suicide!!

Christmas time. You and Bucky always enjoyed it. The two of you loved the cold weather, the small lights that dimly lit the city at night, the soft layers of snow covering the ground, all of it was so gorgeous. The wind was hitting your faces causing both of your noses to get a bit drippy. Besides all the sniffles and full body shivers, you and Bucky were enjoying you winter night stroll. You held each other’s hands, fingers tightly intertwined to show your affection and to keep warm.

It isn’t long before you two are close to arriving at your apartment building. You can’t tell whether you or Bucky is more excited to cuddle and get cozy, but it doesn’t matter.

It won’t matter.

“Fuck,” Bucky mutters under his breath. He grips your hand tightly. His muscles tense so hard his arm begins to tremble. You shoot him a confused glare. Why is he so shaken? Is he worried? Why won’t he answer you?

You and Bucky thought Hydra was done with him. It had been years since he last had to deal with them. Neither of you would’ve expected to quickly be surrounded by several men; several Hydra workers. This isn’t how this night is supposed to end. You’re supposed to go to your flat and make hot cocoa and cuddle and tell each other how much you admire the other.

“Bucky? What’s going on,” you ask, your voice wavering. He finally looks to meet your eyes. They’re wide and glossy. He’s trying his damned hardest to not show it, but he’s just as terrified as you are. “I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know what they want. I don’t know why they’re here,” he rambles. He stands in front of you, gazing into your eyes deeply. “I need you to listen to me, darling. I love you. I always will. There’s never going to be a day where I forget you. I promise I’ll always remember you,” he assures you, now grasping both of your hands tightly and pressing them to his chest. You shake your head in confusion and disbelief. “Bucky, stop. You’re scaring me,” you plead as tears prick your eyes.

“This could go one of two ways, Barnes,” one of the men speaks. Bucky gives him a glare so hard it makes your breath pause for a few moments. He releases your hands and stands tall. You try desperately to grab his hand back, pawing at his fists pitifully. “Let me handle this,” he whispers to you sweetly. You nod in agreement. Though your body is trembling, you stay as still as you can. You feel lightheaded. Your legs feel like they might give out. You can feel the blood leaving your face, your body going cold like you’re dying.

“The easiest way to go about this is to have you step away from your sweetheart and come with us,” the same man says. His arms cross against his chest tightly before he exhales deeply. “But I know, we all know, that you don’t like things to be easy. You want things the hard way,” he says confidently. Bucky practically growls at the way the man speaks. He can feel what might happen next. He doesn’t even take a moment to look at you before he tugs you against his chest. God, his flesh is warm. So warm, so contrasting to the metal hand the presses against your back compared to the one that holds the back of your head protectively. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you take my baby. Not now. Not ever,” he states. His fingers grip onto you tightly like he’ll loose you if you barely slip out of his grasp.

“You’re proving me right,” the man chuckles. The six other Hydra employees surround you and Bucky from a distance. Guns point at you and him from every direction. A knot forms in your stomach. You know that whatever’s about to happen next is inevitable. No matter what either of you do, what either of you say, will save your life or Bucky’s. “I love you, Bucky,” you mutter against the crook of his neck. Hot tears roll down your cheeks while you attempt to hold back your ugly cries. “I know it. I love you too,” he whispers to you, kissing the side of your head.

“No! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bucky yells, choking back tears.

It takes a moment before your body takes in what happened. Your ears ring from the sound of a gun going off. You feel the most intense, stinging pain in your side. Your hands move from your lover’s back to grip your abdomen. You can’t hold back to ugly cries. You begin to whine and wail, yelling Bucky’s name incoherently. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you. Just give me a second, okay,” he assures as he falls to the ground with you. He holds you closely in his lap, climbing on top of you to protecting you. He does his best to cover your head and chest, that way you can’t be shot again without the Hydra employees shooting him as well. He struggles to shimmy his coat off before ripping a long strip of it off with his teeth, using his metal arm for some extra power. You cooperate the best you can, lifting your stomach and pressing against him so he can wrap the fabric around your waist. You groan loudly in pain as he fastens it as tight as he can. “Shh. I know it hurts, baby. I know. Bare with me, though. This will save your life,” he says as he presses his head to yours.

“I’m not going back to that hellhole,” he declares with nothing but determination in his voice. He’s not letting you die tonight. He’s not going back to Hydra. He’s not allowing himself to forget you. No fucking way. “Step away from them, Barnes. This is your last warning before we have to start using more force than necessary,” the leader says with feigned sincerity. He growls in responde while shaking his head no. He stays pressed to you, not giving any verbal response to the Hydra men. His tears drip down his cheeks and onto your clothes. You’ve never seen him give you such a pitiful, desperate, affectionate gaze. You’re hoping you’ll never have to see him like this again. He whispers how much he loves you, how he can’t wait until you get stitched up so he can hug you as tight as he physically can, that he’s so excited to see your reaction to what he got you for Christmas. You try your best to reciprocate, gritting your teeth and tensing while you speak. You feel like you can barely hold on despite the pressure of his torn coat slowly stopping the bleeding. It feels too late for miracles, for prayers, for anything to stop this.

“Can you hold on for me, sweetheart? Could you do that for me,” he asks tenderly, his warm hand coming down to caress your cheek. You lean into his touch lovingly. You can feel his pulse against your jaw. You can smell his hands; the usual scent of metal mixed with the soap you’d gotten him months ago for his birthday that he refuses to stop using. You nod in response, choking out a “yeah” for him. He smiles softly and nods in sync with you. “Thank you, baby,” he mumbles.

Nothing but a loud exclamation of “no” comes from your mouth.

Two of the men had used the vulnerable, moment to try and pull Bucky away from you. He resisted, kicking, punching, even biting the men to get them off. “I told you I’m not going back! Espically if you kill my damn spouse,” he barks angrily at them. The leader of the group approaches your entangled bodies.

You can feel Bucky’s chest press against you in an almost sedating manner. The way you can feel his heart against yours. His breaths coming out hard and heavy from his chest. The stuttering of his heartbeat from crying so hard. “I’m telling you to leave us alone. Forget about taking me back. Forget about ever shooting them. Just erase this whole thing from your mind and leave us alone,” he pleads with the man. “I’ll take them to the hospital, say it was a hit and run, we all go home, live a happy life, and pretend none of this ever happened,” he says as a demand rather than a deal.

The figure that stood above you two shook his head no while smiling sadistically. “I’m sorry, but that’s not how this works, James,” he chuckles, your partner’s names sounding like poison coming from his mouth. “You either resist and they die, or you come with us and they live,” he says. You look up at Bucky, biting the inside of your cheek. “Bucky, please. I don’t want you to have to go back. Let me,” you pause, struggling to say the next word. “Let me die,” you mutter through heavy sobs. For the first time in a while, Bucky acts aggressive towards you. “Darling there’s no day, time, or universe I’d let you die like this. You’re getting out of this alive,” he promises you. Your tears blur your vision, your boyfriend lovingly wipes them away with his thumb as he looks up at the male. “You’re not taking their life. There’s no way I’m letting any of you take their life away from them,” he states sternly.

“You’re funny,” the Hydra agent says before you both hear the cocking of a gun. Bucky immediately covers your head and heart with his body. You can’t hear anything but his breathing now. His breathing, his crying, his desperation apparent in the way he inhales and exhales. “If you shoot them, you’re shooting me,” he says before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” he tells you again. “I love you too,” you say, as a promise more than a statement to him, one more time.

For the last time.

Another stinging pain courses through you before things go black. Bucky pauses in disbelief, in denial that he left the slightest bit of your head uncovered. He yells out your name as loud as he physically can, tears and pain scratching his throat like a cat’s claws. He’s never letting himself down for this. He can’t. He never can. He sobs, crying himself dry until he’s sputtering and coughing dryly. “You’re sick,” he says quietly. “You’re all fucking sick,” he barks loudly as he holds your bleeding head to his chest.

It’s been weeks. The Hydra agents left Bucky alone to grieve with your death, deciding that would be worse than wiping his memory once more and letting him forget you. He hosted your funeral and now holds your ashes in a small charm of a necklace he doesn’t take off. His mechanical arm rusts with some of your blood still on it. He’s been struggling. Despite having a good support system and being surrounded by the people he cares about, he can’t stand not having the one he cares about most around; you.

He sits on the couch in your shared flat. His eyes glance over to your spot. Your blanket is still draped over the top of the couch the way it was when you two went out walking that dreaded night. Your favorite throw pillow lays on top of the cushion. He lets himself silently cry. He can hear your voice. He can see your smile. He can faintly smell your scent on the items you left behind. Fuck, it’s so hard without you. It’s insufferable. It’s quiet. It’s dull. Life feels more lonely than when he first had his memory wiped. His gaze falls on the Christmas tree. He eyes each of the ornaments. You two had been living together for almost four years and you’d trying to collect trinkets or actual ornaments for the tree. He smiles tenderly, each little item holding a loving moment between the two of you. He looks from the star on the top to the presents at the bottom.

With a pained groan, he lifts himself from the couch. He uses the dim lights from the tree’s lights and the cheesy Hallmark movie on the TV like a flashlight to find one specific present. The box isn’t the biggest, but it sure as hell is special. He unwraps the box and holds it in his hands. The red velvet in his hands doesn’t do anything but make him cry harder and smile bittersweetly.

He opens it to reveal or gorgeous engagement ring. The diamonds in the middle form a star, just like the one that was on his mechanical arm when you two first met. He unclasps the necklace that holds your ashes, slipping the ring onto the chain. He closes it back and grips the two small items in his hand so hard, his knuckles turn white.

“I miss you so bad. I’m so sorry you never got to see this ring. I’m sure you would’ve loved it. Maybe you would’ve thought it was stupid,” he says, talking to what remains of you. “I can’t stand not seeing you,” he sighs. He heads to your bedroom. He wipes some of the liquid that driped from his nose before smiling at your side of the bed. It was still neatly made like the way you left it. He loved the way you would make your side of the bed, and even fix up his side if he didn’t. He reached into his bedside table drawer to grab the lockbox stashed under files and random items. He unlocks it and picks up the revolver inside. He always kept it fully loaded in the case that someone broke in and possibly brought a whole team with them. He never thought he’d be using this thing for an emotional emergency rather than a physical threat. He grabs the sweater off the side of your bed that you wore to sleep the night before the walk. It still smelt like you, had your signature scent that he could always recognize. He wrapped it around his neck in a way that represented a hug from you. He grips the ashes and engagement ring once more, the revolver in the other hand. He lays on the ground and sighs peacefully. He’ll see you soon. He’ll be with you. He knows his headstone will look nice next to yours. He knows that flowers will bloom in the dirt near your graves, moss will cover the headstones, and the stones will age old together for you and Bucky since you two won’t get the chance to. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says before pressing a kiss to the charm holding your remains. He inhales deeply, then exhales for the last time in his life, your ashes and ring still gripped in his hand.

You two didn’t get the chance to grow old together. Your headstones will, though. That’s the beauty of it. That’s your proof that you’ll always love each other.

[nicolesainz]

Why they lost their minds and fought the wars (CS55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Author's note: Happy valentines day pookies! I hope you know you are all very loved and appreciated. Have a beautiful day with your loved ones. This is a special fic, given that I haven't written about Carlos in months and need to show my bf some love. Enjoy :)

Summary: Carlos recently broke up and as his best friend you are trying to cheer him up. Especially now that Valentines Day is coming up. Everything is in order for a special "galentines" day, although what happens when Carlos surprises you out of nowhere?

Warnings: immense dose of cuteness, maybe false spanish translations. (I mention Rebecca in this fic, just to clear things out, I do like her, don’t come for me, everything is for the sake of the plot)

I couldn't bare looking at Carlos sulking on the couch, scrolling through his phone for hours and barely eating anything. I have tried everything in my power to get him moving but no matter what, he ends up either on his bed or the couch. It was a surprise that he managed to get up and be part of the SF-24 car launch a day ago.

Even though he wore his best fake smile, I could sense that he wasn't in the position to show any hint of feelings. Whether this was sadness or anger or happiness. I was trying to shower him with all my love. Constant hugs, words of affection.

The only thing that seemed to put even a small smile on his face was when I was running my fingers through his hair, scratching and massaging his scalp so he would release the tension. His soft moans were a confirmation that I was indeed helping him and the anger was fading away.

"If it eases your mind, I will always be here waiting for you and eventually we get married to each other. I have seen you at your worst do not worry." I have been saying that since we were kids. I would indeed wait for him as long as necessary.

Although Carlos didn't need to know that I was in love with him.

"Cariño, I can't hold you back from living your life, just because I am incapable of having a lasting relationship." He softly replied. Carlos and I may have been life long best friends since childhood, but he doesn’t know that everything I am looking for into a boy, is exactly what he has.

Since kids I used to say to him that eventually one day we would get married and I would follow him around the world while he would be racing in Formula One as a world champion.

“Carlos, it’s been three weeks since Rebecca broke up with you. She’s out there living her life. Don’t you think that it’s a sign for you to do the same. You’re always full of energy and up for any activity. What happened to the Spaniard I know and love?” I sat next to him and his eyes instantly locked with mine.

“I lost my seat at the beginning of the month. My girlfriend a few days before that. Why is everything so wrong in my life? This season started off so badly.” Every time Carlos mentions the Ferrari issue, my heart breaks even more than the first time I found out.

I was shocked when I tuned into Sky Sports and instead of seeing a massive football transfer at the end of the January Transfer Window, I saw the caption with big bold letter ‘Lewis Hamilton to Ferrari in 2025’

“I will do anything in my power for the rest of the year to be the best one for you, I promise. I’m so sorry things have started off on the wrong foot.” My voice was breaking, trying not to tear up, as Carlos’s eyes were slowly closing.

“The world needs more people like you amór. Honestly, even at my lowest moments, you always look out for me. I don’t know how I would’ve survived Formula One without you.” And then he drifted into sleep, as I got up and placed him in a more comfortable position.

It was still very early in the morning and the thought of Carlos not celebrating today was causing an ache in my heart. Before falling in love with him, he was the boy that always made me smile no matter what. Even if this meant he fought with childhood friends that were picking on me.

I grabbed my keys, wallet and phone and headed off to the nearest mini market in Italy close to Carlos’s soon to be former home. Even though I didn’t know the region very well, I found one twenty minutes away and when I made my way there, the first thing I saw was many boyfriends holding the same baskets the market was offering so they could stuff it with candies for their girlfriends.

I took a basket myself and started strolling around the market, throwing in all of Carlos’s favorite sweets. After paying for the basket, thankfully there was a flower shop near and I instantly made my way in. The original plan was to buy Carlos some tulips, given that he had fallen in love with them after the celebration the Dutch fans had organized during the Grand Prix in The Netherlands.

My attention was caught by a machine inside the store that allowed you to create your own stuffed animal and put a shirt on it with a phrase or logo. In most of the stands with the examples of bears you could make there were some Ferrari inspired ones, which also included Carlos’s number on a shirt with the 55 and his nickname ‘smooth operator’

It was good to see how some Italians still supported him, despite knowing that a seven times world champion would be joining the team. I walked towards the machine and was immediately greeted by a lovely old man who was more than willing to help me.

I looked at the options of animals I had. When I saw the dog options and one of them was similar to Pinõn, I picked it up and handed it to him. Then it was time for the t-shirt, to which I asked to have written down the phrase ‘world champion or not, i am your no1 fan’

“Oh is your boyfriend an athlete?” The old man asked me in a heavy Italian accent with a smirk on his face.

I blushed and giggled at his manners “Not my boyfriend but yes, he is. May know him as well.”

“He’s Italian? Footballer?” He was getting excited by the thought of being an Italian athlete.

“Is a member of an Italian team but will soon leave. A champion is replacing him.” Every time those words came out of my mouth, my heart would break even more.

“It’s the young Spaniard, Carlos Sainz? Oh it’s a pity he’s not going to continue with Ferrari. I really liked him.” I nodded my head in agreement. At least he had a final year in Ferrari to prove his worth and what he is able to achieve as a driver.

As the stuffed animal was getting ready in the machine, the old man was telling me stories of how he had always been a fan of Ferrari ever since Niki Lauda first joined the team. He was a little kid when the horrifying accident took place.

“Tell Carlos to never give up. He is capable of so many great things. It was lovely meeting you.” He shook my hand after I payed for the animal which at first he wanted to give me for free but I couldn’t leave without paying.

“I will. Great getting to know you too sir. Have a beautiful day.” When I left the store, I took my phone out which I accidentally had left on silent and was flooded with calls from Carlos, although when I looked at it, there was an incoming one from Charles.

“Where on earth are you?” He said in a worried manner.

“I am out shopping. Why? Is something wrong? Are you okay, Charles?”

“Carlos is getting sick worried. You weren’t picking up your phone and all your stuff were gone. Please go back home, he’s going insane.”

“It was my fault. I had my phone accidentally on silent mode. I am heading back right now. Oh dear. Thank you for telling me Charles.”

“Oh and, y/n, how is he doing? Is he okay? Do you guys need me for anything?” It was sweet that Charles was worried about Carlos. I mean, after all, this was Carlos’s fourth year in Ferrari and he was Charles’s most long lasting teammate, their bond was strong.

“All in order Charlie boy. Go celebrate with Alex. Give her my best. Happy Valentine’s!” I said happily before I received an equally enthusiastic wish from Charles and hung up.

I drove through the streets of Maranello as fast as I could, so Carlos would stop getting worried. Once I was outside the house, I parked quickly and got all the stuff I bought him and knocked on the door.

Carlos opened and instantly a wave of relief washed through him, taking away the worried look that was plastered all over his face.

“¿Dónde demonios estabas? Me asusté tanto que no tienes ni idea.” (Where the hell were you? I got so scared you have no idea.)

“Happy Valentine’s Carlito!” Was all I said, showing him the gifts I bought with a massive smile drawn on my lips.

I made my way inside as Carlos wouldn’t remove his eyes off of the present with a shocked expression. He took the basket first, looking through at all his favorites’s like a little kid.

“Querida, esto no era necesario. Eres la más dulce.” (My dear, this was not necessary. You are the absolute sweetest.)

He wrapped his arms around my body and lifted me into the air, spinning me around like he used to do back when we were children. I wrapped my legs around his torso, squeezing him tightly, wanting to share all the love I have for him. I loved Carlos so much and even though he may not love me the way I do, I am more than thankful to have him in my life.

“What is this? Oh a little Pinõn. It’s so adorable, y/n.” He squeezed the small plushie and when he saw at what the shirt was saying, Carlos started tearing up but quickly removed the tears drops that had fallen to his cheeks.

“You’re so special to me, Carlos. I know this season is going to be a difficult one, although no matter what, I will always be by your side. Whether you finish 1st or 20th, my support will be unconditional. I promise you that." My voice is muffled against his chest and head that is leaning onto mine. Carlos's embrace is the safest place one can find themselves in.

"All my life I had been trying to understand what went wrong with all my relationships and you know what?"

"What?"

"I was looking for you in them. When all I simply needed was to be with you. I could have always been happy."

Carlos's words made my head raise and look up to him. There wasn't just a smile plastered on his lips, but on his eyes as well. The brown had switched into a beautiful hazel and his lips were a brighter shade of red than any Ferrari had ever met.

My heart was beating so fast and let me sound cheesy here, but it would easily burst out of my chest from happiness. My best friend loved me. More than what I was expecting. If someone told me to measure my love for Carlos, I would have to travel the world infinite times.

"I am madly in love with you, y/n and I hope you know, I am not planning on taking it back. I love you as a soulmate as a best friend and as the most incredible woman on the planet. The words in the Spanish and English vocabulary are not enough to describe the way I feel about you."

[cherrimilk]

✧ cruel summer s.p smau | chapter one

⤷ character profiles | next

⤷ notes | this is more of an introduction than an actual proper proper chapter. also you can tell i have a bias for kenny pookie, but dw i’ll give kyle more love next chap fr

you took one last look at the messages between you and your brother, before sighing and switching it off.

you stared out the car window of your parents truck, watching the blur of the world around you pass by as your mind raced with thoughts.

you were excited to be back, you missed the small town far more than you’d ever admit. but you were also worried. terribly worried. you hadn’t spoken to anyone else other than your brother and family since you left five years ago.

your friends, the friend group you and stan had been in since birth basically, hadn’t heard nor seen you in five whole years.

what if you didn’t fit in with the group anymore? or the guys secretly don’t give a shit about you anymore and are just lying to stan about missing you because he’s their best friend? what if they-

“and we’re here! welcome to the farm!” your mom’s voice from besides you pulled you from the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. you were so deep in your spiralling thoughts that you didn’t notice your mom pulling up to the farm and parking the car.

you got up out of the car, shutting the door behind you. “dad’s… somewhere. you know how he is. but he’ll be home soon don’t worry.” your mom explained, and you just hummed in response.

you stood, admiring what would be your home for the summer. you wished you could’ve seen your old house, but the farm actually looked pretty nice. it was oddly relaxing on the farm, quite different from the town-

“boo!”

“AHH FUCK OFF FUCKYOU-oh my god stan!”

after recovering from the initial shock of your brother coming up behind you and scaring you, you threw your arms around him, nearly knocking the wind out of him from how quickly you did so. you were half expecting him to push you off and call you a dumbass, but instead he actually wrapped his arms around you.

he did push you off three seconds later though, he said ‘no hug should last longer than three seconds’.

you stared at your brother, you honestly felt a little emotional seeing him again. the last time you saw each other was two years ago when him, shelly and your parents visited you in new york. he looked so much older than the last time, and being back home and back with your family was making you want to cry. you were happy to be back. you wanted to tell stan your thoughts, but you were far too shy to.

so you opted for just saying ‘i missed you stan.’

you didn’t expect him to respond, you knew how stan was. but he did, a quick little ‘missed you too’ that made your eyes widen.

“first you hug me and then you tell me you missed me? who are you bro? oh my god, oh my god did you like. puke too hard? did you puke too hard and then like uhm. like your brain got all scrambled and reprogrammed from how hard you puked and now you’re like-“ “y/n i swear to god if you don’t shut up i’ll kick your ass back on that fucking plane.” stan deadpanned, and you snorted, trying hard not to burst into laughter.

“stan help y/n with her bags, maybe you can ask the boys too. i’m gonna go get started on y/n’s special coming back dinner! i missed you so much sweetie.” your mom exclaimed, coming over to you to kiss your cheek and making her way inside the house.

you furrowed your eyebrows.

“the boys?”

“hey y/n!”

you turned your head to the direction of whoever just called your name - which came from the front door of your house. your eyes widening as soon as you saw them.

you hadn’t seen them in five years, but you immediately knew who they were.

kenny, kyle and eric.

“you said we would see them tomorrow!”

“yeah and i lied. don’t puke.”

normally you would’ve been mad at stan for lying like that, but you appreciated it greatly this time. because the minute you saw the boys, every last drop of anxiety left your body.

you were so fucking happy to see them.

you ran towards them without a second thought, basically jumping on kyle - who was right in front of the other two, wrapping your arms around him tightly. your head was in his chest, so you failed to notice how his cheeks had turned the slightest shade of red. nor the glare that kenny sent him for a split second when he noticed kyle’s reaction to your hug.

you separated from the ginger, admiring the boy in front of you properly for the first time. he definitely matured in the last five years, but he still had quite the baby face in your opinion. he was really, really cute. and he was still wearing that green ushanka, the colour now a faded dull green. tendrils of curly red hair sticking out from underneath the hat.

“oh my god. you look- you look the same. but so different. oh my god. still wearing that hat too, i’m getting you a new one tomorrow,” kyle chuckled at your words, looking down at you and smiling softly. his lips parted as if he were going to say something, but stopped abruptly as kenny stepped between you two with his arms outstretched.

“my turn!” the male exclaimed. “kenny!” you giggled, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his torso. kenny squeezed you tightly, lifting you up off the floor slightly.

and this time, you didn’t see the way kyle’s jaw clenched for just a second.

you unwrapped your arms from kenny, who was staring at you with a smirk that made your cheeks heat up. you felt a bit shy under his gaze. you always used to though, you vaguely remember being ten and having a crush on him (and most of the girls your age in town did too). you never told him or stan though - obviously. and now that here he was staring at you, blonde hair in a messy wolfcut that you could 100% tell him or one of the boys cut, with that pretty smirk that was making your stomach swirl.

you could already feel that crush coming back.

“you’re staring pretty,” kenny said it loud enough for only you to hear, he didn’t want your brother kicking his ass. you shook your head, pretty damn flustered. but still trying to hold down the smile that was creeping onto your face by rolling your eyes.

“fuck you kenny.”

“anytime.” he again said it loud enough for only you to hear, and this time you couldn’t control the way your eyes widened and cheeks flared red. quickly turning your face away from him and directing it towards cartman, who was behind kenny and kyle, looking uninterested.

“hey cartman.”

“sup y/n.”

you two awkwardly stood in silence for a second, you never really liked eric. but then again none of your friends did all that much either anyways when you were younger.

but you knew alot could have changed in five years, and you also knew that if stan, kenny and kyle were still friends with him he just had to have gotten somewhat likeable.

and you missed him a little too.

“you get one too eric. come on.” eric pretended to look uninterested, faux gagging. but he hugged you back - albeit awkwardly, when you went in to hug the male.

you stepped back, staring at the group of boys surrounding you with probably the biggest smile you’ve had in five years.

you were happy to be back.

cherry’s facts | the reason y/n left south park was because she got the chance to attend an arts and culture focused school in new york. there she lived with her aunt for the past five years, and she hasn’t been home until now! her family did visit her in new york though.

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[dinogoose]

who could stay? (you could stay)

Buck and Eddie have been playing this ‘game’, or living a lie- depending on who you ask.

Basically, anytime they are on a call that isn’t serious, Buck and Eddie try to convince anyone they can that they are married.

This ‘game’ is killing Buck.

“Baby, I was just telling this nice woman about our honeymoon.”

(or, pretending to be your bros husband for laughs is sometimes all it takes for everything to bubble over.)

Buck and Eddie have been playing this ‘game’, or living a lie- depending on who you ask.

Basically, anytime they are on a call that isn’t serious, Buck and Eddie try to convince anyone they can that they are married.

This ‘game’ is killing Buck.

“Baby, I was just telling this nice woman about our honeymoon.” Eddie says, reaching out to squeeze Buck’s bicep.

He’s sixty percent sure he blacks out. Shaking his head he comes back to himself, he’s got a role to fill.

“Aww! It was wonderful, although anytime with this hunk is a dream.” Buck tells her, batting his eyelashes at Eddie slightly.

If he leans more into the joke, it doesn’t hurt as bad. Because this is all fake to Eddie. He isn’t deeply in love with his best friend. He doesn’t long from a distance. His heart doesn’t ache with every look.

“Oh to be young and in love again!” The woman exclaims, jolting Buck from his thoughts.

She had called 9-1-1 because her cat got stuck in a tree. Extremely cliche- Buck’s aware- but at least it was an easy call.

“Alright, here’s your cat Ma'am. I hope you have a wonderful day!” Buck passes over the cat carefully, the creature settling into her owner's arms. The woman smiles up at him warm and bright.

“Thank you so much. I really wish you boys nothing but the best, you hold such an honest love for one another. And please thank the rest of your team for me.” She waves them off, Buck and Eddie heading towards the truck together.

He feels guilty. Lying to all these people. He knows it’s just meant to be a silly game, making everyone who’s in on it laugh, but truth be told it’s destroying Buck.

Eddie’s shoulder knocks into his.

“You okay?” His face is pinched with worry and if they were actually married, Buck would ease it with a kiss.

“I’m all good, pookie bear.” Eddie looks truly disgusted by that pet name, although it still earns Buck a gorgeous laugh.

“You two are grossing me out! Hurry up!” Chimney is leaned out of the truck, fake retching just to show exactly how sickened he is. Buck rolls his eyes, picking up the pace.

***

This continues for a few more days. They play the ‘game’ each time, Eddie moves on not affected in the slightest, and Buck mopes around until someone calls him out on it.

Buck’s honestly ready to rip his own hair out at this point. Which- okay, yes- this is his fault. If he told Eddie at any point this was making him uncomfortable, the older man would’ve stopped no questions asked.

It’s just apparently Buck is a glutton for punishment.

“I’m worried about you.” Hen tells him, an hour after Eddie told someone Buck was the love of his life. Buck cannot stop replaying it in his mind.

“Why?” He’s attempting to play dumb, although he doesn’t think it works based on the way she just raises her eyebrows.

“You need to tell Eddie. I don’t think this is a joke for either of you. I don’t think it ever was.” Hen’s right about it not being a joke for Buck, it’s the Eddie part he’s still not sure of.

Just the way Eddie always laughs it off, perfectly fine and normal afterwards whereas Buck is a quiet mess.

“Hen I just-“ She cuts him off.

“No. No more excuses, just talk to him Buck please. I swear nothing bad can come of it.” She places a hand on his shoulder. “Promise me you’ll talk to him about this.”

Buck hesitates for a moment, is he ready to do this? Potentially destroy everything he’s built with Eddie? Over something this stupid?

Hen shakes him, “Promise me, Buckley.”

“Okay, okay. I promise.” She searches his eyes before nodding and walking away.

He watches her walk away before his eyes drift to Eddie (as they do often). He’s sat at the table, laughing with Chimney and a few other guys on shift.

Buck stares as he throws his head back, the expanse of his neck exposed. The way his joy carries through the loft, a happy echo bouncing off the walls.

Eddie makes Buck feel whole just by being in the same building as him.

He’s got to tell him.

***

Obviously confessing to Eddie is simpler in his mind than it is in action.

He’s thought about having Eddie over for dinner, just the two of them enjoying a home cooked meal.

Maybe they drive out to Buck’s favorite lookout point, admiring the constellations hand-in-hand.

In Eddie’s kitchen, sharing a beer, as the brunette is bathed in the moonlight. Buck would use no words instead just leaning forward and connecting their mouths.

So, yeah, Buck’s envisioned this a lot.

He’s leaning towards the first idea, already mapping out what he needs from the store when he bumps right into a solid chest.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry- Eddie?” Eddie has placed each of his hands on Buck’s waist to steady him, the heat burning through Buck’s clothing.

“What’s up man? Why are you just standing by my car?” They parked nowhere near each other today, which means Eddie is here to talk to Buck. That’s strange. Normally they text or call after a shift- if they aren’t going home together. They don’t corner each other in dark parking lots.

Buck would be more panicked, if it weren’t for the big, calloused hands splayed on his skin. Calming him.

“You’ve been off all day.” Eddie states. Not mad, just concerned. His hands are still firmly placed on Buck’s waist, making it difficult for the blonde to conjure up any words.

“I uh- well-“ He puffs out a breath of air, looking away from Eddie.

“I was going to do this later. Preferably over a nice dinner. Maybe light some candles, get dressed up-“

“Buck.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He’s never been good with romance, always leaning towards sensual instead of intimate, but with Eddie he wants it all. He wants to show Eddie all of the love he deserves.

“You’re my best friend. I’ve never had that before, someone I could lean on, be with, never getting tired of each other. You and Christopher are my family, helping me realize I’m not just a ghost floating through this life.” He laughs a little, running his hand through his hair, embarrassed by his own confession.

Eddie’s thumbs rub soothing circles into his skin, urging him to continue.

“Anyways- I guess over the years, I’ve been steadily falling in love with you. Well maybe not steadily, more like falling face first, but you get what I mean. I love you. And this whole ‘game’ we’ve been playing has been killing me, because it’s fake-“

“Woah, it’s not fake.” Eddie interrupts.

“Yes-“ Eddie shushes him again- clearly in an interrupting mood. Rude.

“Obviously we aren’t married, but everything else is true. You are the love of my life, and I’m just thankful I get to spend everyday with you.” He’s… what?

“What?” He elegantly says, eyes still focused on Eddie’s.

“It took me a long time to accept that I liked men. God knows how repressed I’ve been, I mean me dating Ana? Who was I kidding? Being with you though, makes me realize I don’t need to live in denial. You make me brave, Buck.” He’s getting a little misty eyed as he just stares at the man in front of him.

“You make me brave too.” Then he’s closing the gap between them.

Two souls destined for one another, finally connecting.

Buck is home.

“I love you, hot stuff.” Buck says against Eddie’s lips. He can feel Eddie smile.

“I love you too, cariño.”

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Hi pookie!!! It’s ya girl. Two things, a statement and a question.

1) Your support means the world to me <3. You’re always liking my posts and sending in asks and I’m very grateful for your existence. If it weren’t for you, I probably would’ve stopped posting about my OCs. You indirectly helped me to stop worrying about notes, being cringe or annoying, and to post whatever I feel like! Thank you so much for being a kind person 💜

2) This is actually more like a series of questions (💀), so sorry if it’s too much!

How long did it take for Mason and Helina to ‘confess’/express their feelings for each other? Does anybody (besides Woods obviously) else in the safehouse know about their relationship? Who fessed up first? Assuming there were no obstacles between the two, what would their idea lives look together?

Answer as many as you want/feel like! No pressure 💜

Bro you're so sweet😭 I'm so happy that I've been able to do that for you and offer that sort of support! And I will continue to do so because I love seeing your OCs and how much thought you put into them🫶🏻 DON'T EVER STOP!!!!!

THOSE ARE SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS THAT I WILL GLADLY ANSWER!!! I don't have everything figured out just yet as some of their story is still in the works (mainly because I'm indecisive lol) SO I'll write out the thoughts I do have in regards to these questions, though they may be subject to change later on. Sorry this is long😵‍💫

Oh boy, I'd definitely say it took them awhile to finally tell each other how they felt. Helina's personality goes through some extreme changes as a result of the brainwashing so she becomes more reserved in certain ways, especially in regards to romance. It was never important to her until she met Mason so the genuine feelings he inspires are rather new to her. Mason also seems to be more mellow (I'm still familiarizing myself with his character, tho, so please tell me if I'm wrong), especially after the death of his wife. As a result, it would definitely be a slow-burn romance which would be hindered even more by the hunt for Perseus.

Mason was probably the first to confess. I can see him pursuing Helina more because she'd be distracted by her responsibilities to MACV-SOG. She'd find comfort in that sort of thing, especially if she was nervous about the blossoming feelings she has for Mason👀 As a result, he'd be the one making the first moves and pulling her out of her shell a bit until she was comfortable.

Besides Woods, I would say Adler and Park are also aware of Mason and Helina's affections for each other, considering they watch Bell closely throughout the game. Adler doesn't really approve since he knows who Helina was before joining MACV-SOG and knows that this new version of her is one he helped create. I like the idea that Mason and Woods would be unaware of the fact that Bell was brainwashed, explaining why they were friendlier than the others throughout the game (I could just be completely misinterpreting that tho lol). That whole revelation is something Helina and Mason have to work through together after the game.

In a perfect world, Helina and Mason would be a married couple with a nice house, a cute dog, and David as their son. The classic American dream life. However, with all the crap they've been through, that perfect life simply isn't possible for them😔

[therexasher]

Okay this is my first time posting on here, so please be patient with me!!

Tw: suicidal tendencies, self harm, self sabotage, suicide attempt, a little bit of smut

Word count: 2.8k

MJ fanfic, suicidal male reader,

Please read with caution 🙏, if this triggers you, don’t worry, I’ll make more writings (especially MJ) that are more wholesome to read, so please don’t feel like you NEED to read it, if it doesn’t suit you and you’re sensitive I understand pookie🫶🏽🫶🏽💞💞

It’s been years since that faithful day I was abandoned by everyone I’ve ever come to love. That day, I couldn’t hold anything to myself anymore. I felt so useless and worthless at the same time. I thought all I needed was a partner. Who would’ve thought I’d get with THE Michael Jackson. Certainly not me. But even this isn’t helping.

Michael is not home half the time, it brings memories of me being neglected. Of course I don’t communicate it, because I’m afraid he won’t listen and take my feelings for granted. So I keep to myself. Even when he is home, it’s rare, but then, he gets called for some last minute interview.

It feels like I have nobody again. I can’t handle this, I won’t handle this.

I rush out of bed, dashing to the bathroom in a flash, and for the first time in so long, I look at myself in the mirror. I’m small, I haven’t been eating, I can almost seen my ribcage. My face looks withered and sleepy, even though that’s what I do every day now. I wear a serious but confused expression on my face. I wear one of Michael’s hoodies, with the words, ‘BAD’ which is written in red ink. My black sweats are ripped, the fabric is slowly tearing off. This is my face. My face I wore every day. No one seeing my cries for help. No one will now. It will all be nothing. I won’t be a life. I’ll be just that. A face.

I know Michael takes medication for his pain. They’re prescribed to him, and I might—I hope, I’m allergic to something in those pills, this might finally end my pain. Before that, drawing blood will increase my chances of not feeling much pain from overdosing. I take out my pocket knife I’ve been hiding in the bathroom cabinet. While he’s busy rehearsing for Bad or Speed Demon, he’ll never see this coming. I’m completely alone in this house. In this moment. No one can stop me. No one will stop me. It’s just me. Me and me alone. I slide my sleeve up to my forearm, just enough to see my arm and the veins popping out. I take a deep breath, bringing the knife close to my arm, I take about another breath and with one swift move, I cut.

I do the same to other arm, drawing countless blood everywhere. The floor slowly being painted by my blood. I don’t wince or cry, I’m so used to pain, it doesn’t bother me anymore. I open the mirror cabinet, the rows of pills, different names, different colors, different combinations. I take as many pills as I can out of the cabinet, downing almost all of them. Immediately, I feel the side effects, I feel the burning sensation in my chest, but it’s too much. For the first time, the pain is too much, I gag and scream, but no one can hear me. I’m alone. No one can hear my screams. They never did.

I scream until my throat hurts,

“Help…” I mumble, I don’t feel my body anymore, my thinking slows, my mind draws a blank, and I black out.

I wake up in a blank white room, an eerie silence falls inside the room. I sit up and look around. There’s nothing but white walls and silence. I get to my feet, confused on where I am and how I got here.

“Hello?” I yell out, no answer. Is this my conscious mind? Am I inside my own head?

“Why do you continue to hurt yourself, sweetheart?” A soft voice behind me. I whip my head around. It’s him. Michael.

He’s wearing the Bad outfit, but his face is sad, I can see tears start to form in his eyes, he walks toward me, cupping my face, looking deeply into my eyes, like he’s studying me, studying my mind, studying me for an answer. But I’ve seen this look before. The look you give your son when he leaves to the army. Fear.

In an instant, the scene changes again, but this time, I’m in the room. The one at home. It’s dark, the silky sheets underneath me bring a sense of comfort to me, a sigh in relief, I’m in the bed, back home, but how did I get in the bed? I thought I blacked out. The bed begins to rock back and forth, like water, huh? I look out the window. I’m not home. There’s no roads. Waves. I’m on a boat. How did I get here? And what is going on? Just when I try and collect my thoughts, I hear screaming,

“Let me see him! I want to see him! Where is he!!?” That voice, it’s familiar. It’s Michael. He’s looking for me. But I can’t move. I’m paralyzed by fear.

The room rocks again, the waves are strong, strong than any waves I’ve ever seen. The rocking of the room makes me sick. I’ve never been sea sick before, but this is definitely taking a toll on me.

“Let me see him!!” The screaming continues, it hurts to hear him scream like that, the only light in this room is the moon, seeping into the cracks of the window, casting a shadow of light.

“Where is he?!! I want to see him!!” His screaming tears me to shreds… and just like that, the screaming stops, by an abrupt clash of water. I pause and try to listen for any further sounds. None. Silence.

No more screams. No more sounds of movement. Now only the rocking boat, and my stomach feeling sick.

“Michael?…” I softly whisper, I swallow the lump in my throat, standing up, hovering over the door. I admit, I’m scared, no, more than scared. Terrified.

I clamp down on the door knob, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in, letting it out through my mouth. I open my eyes again, finally opening the door.

“Ah!” I yelp, water. Water is cold. Water. The boat is flooding. I realize now, he screamed because he couldn’t get to me. He screamed because he was scared he would never seem me again. He screamed, because he didn’t know when he could say the words “I love you,” to me again.

“Michael! Michael where are you?” Now I’m the one screaming. The corridor is narrow and dark. But I don’t care. I need to see if he is alright. I manage to somewhat get in the water, it’s cold, colder than ice. I wade in the water, shivering from the cold, I look for any signs of Michael, only a few steps in, I feel something, I kick something in the leg, I look down, I’m by a window, the light from the moon casting that same shadow I seen in the room. My breath becomes shaky, I slowly move my head down. It’s him. It’s Michael. But he’s dead. Wearing that same Bad outfit I seen him wear previously. I let out a bone chilling scream. Then the scene changes again. Only this time, it’s something that I want.

I open my eyes, the wind whips my hair, my eyes start to water. I’m hanging from a building, several stories high, this will definitely kill me, but what’s holding me up? I look up, my messy hair tearing my vision, but even through my messy hair, I can still see him. Michael.

“I gotcha. I won’t let you fall, okay?” His voice, so calm, soothing, I never took the time to actually listen, my own thoughts drowned out all sounds around me. This is the first time I’m hearing him.

“Why won’t you drop me?”

“What? Are you crazy? I’m not dropping you baby.”

“Hm, that’s interesting.” He’s not holding my hand, or rather, my wrist, so I can’t even let go if I wanted to. Smart move.

The wind finally moves the hair from my eyes, I see him. I see the look of concern on his face. That same look he gave me while in the blank room, except this time, he’s crying. I see dry tears, and new ones coming in to replace them. His strength is getting weaker, but he continues to hold onto me. He’s still wearing that Bad outfit. What’s with the reputation of this outfit specifically?

He looks sad and disappointed all at once. I never loved anyone. And to be honest, I don’t think anyone loves me either. But seeing that look on his face. Now I’m crying. I realize now, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave this world. I don’t want to leave this world without him. I love him. His grip tries its best to tighten around me, but to no avail,

“I… can’t…” He says through gritted teeth, my breath quickens, my heartbeat accelerating, no no, I don’t want to die, I don’t. In a flash, his loses grip on my wrist, letting go. I scream and begin to fall rapidly down the sky.

Once I reach the bottom, it goes black, the scene changes again, but I’m alive. I’m alive and I’m here. I still feel the sensation of where he grabbed my wrist, clinging onto it, trying to save me. Me. Me of all people. But I’m alive now. I’m okay. I look around, there’s lots of people around me. Lots of people. I remember this scene, this set, it’s the making of The Way You Make Me Feel. I came here once before, but I’m here now. I walk farther into the set, putting my hoodie on to try and go unnoticed. I hear the director call out “action!” And in a flash, I see the wonder of a man work his magic.

His body on beat with the music, following the lady. Not long after, she tries to kiss Michael, but quickly pushes away, he looks fully into it. He’s willing to kiss her. I feel a ping in my stomach. I’ve felt this before, long ago, when I thought I knew what love was and who I wanted to be with. Jealousy.

The Jealous feeling in my stomach swells, the lump in my throat hurts, like I just got hit by a train. I finally understand, after so long, I value this love. I never wanted to die, I wanted attention. I never needed help, I needed love. My screams didn’t work because they knew, they knew I need want all of those things.

“Stop!” I yell, “stop…” I repeat in a whisper, I fall to my knees and cry, I hear nothing but silence, as I lay there crying, then, the scene changes again.

I open my eyes, a blank room, again? I thought, I sit up, and realize where I am. I’m in the hospital. How did I get here? I look at he table to my right, flowers around a Get Well card, along with a rainbow balloon. This must be Michael’s doing. I chuckle at the gesture, picking up the card and reading it,

When I found you I had no where else to go

I was lost and confused

But you helped me

My love for you shines brighter than the brightest star

You will forever be my favorite boy

I love you so much

Love, Michael

Gosh, he’s such a romantic freak. I laugh into my hand, why did I ever take him for granted? This whole time, I thought I was the one being taken for granted. Maybe those dreams helped me, whatever they were.

I take one of the flowers, it’s a red flower, I don’t know much about flowers, so I’m not sure what it is, but, nonetheless, it smells wonderful. The smell reminds me Michael’s perfume. That sense of safety and security. I let out a pleasant sigh upon sniffing the flower. Suddenly, the door then opens,

“Sorry sweetheart, I had to use the bath- baby?” He looks shocked, but why? I tilt my head in confusion, and in seconds, he starts to cry and cling onto me.

“Whoa, Mikey, what’s wrong?” Mikey? Really? Mikey? That’s the best you can do? I bite my lip from the cringe name, he chuckles softly in my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I like it love.” As if he knew what I was thinking. Gosh, this man is so perfect in every way. Why did I ever neglect him?

Now I’m the one crying. We hug each other again, this time, crying in each other’s embrace. I missed him so much.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper, “you don’t deserve someone like me…” he pulls away from the hug, looking into my eyes deeply, like in the blank room, cupping my face, like in the blank room, but this time he isn’t studying me for an answer, but rather, it’s something different, reassurance.

I place a hand on his cheek, he gives me a kiss on my forehead, then we touch foreheads together. This is it. Love. The love I never thought I would find.

“The doctors said…” he crooks, “you were trying to kill yourself. That you tried to overdose on my pills,” he pulls his forehead away, “is that true? Were you really going to kill yourself?” My hands travel my arms of where I cut at, trying to cover it up, he stops me, placing his hand over mine,

“Don’t cover it up, I already saw,” he takes a breath, “so you were trying…” he looks down at his feet, his outfit makes it seem like he just got out of rehearsals. I can’t lie to him. Not anymore.

“Yes… I tried to kill myself…” I shut my eyes for a split second, feeling chills run up and down my spine at my own confession. I tug his sleeve, his curls dangle from his face, his brown eyes shine in the lights above us, he saved me. Now it’s time I do the same.

“I promise. From this day fourth, I will not try any suicidal attempts. I understand the meaning of love and how you care me for me. I understand that I value that now. I love you Michael, and I’m sorry I don’t say it or show it enough. But I will do better.” I give him a warm smile, he chuckles,

“Either that coma really helped you, or you feel remorse.”

“Both- wait did you say coma?”

“Yeah, you were in a coma for about a month,” I was in a coma? For a month? But that didn’t even feel like a month. I heard some people have dreams while in a coma, but that felt too real to be a dream, and with the scene changing each time? It just all felt wrong. I hug myself thinking about it, it gives me an uneasy feeling. He notices and places a hand on my cheek,

“What’s wrong hunny?” His voice is soft and gentle, enough to calm my nerves. I explain to him what happened while I was in the coma, trying not to sound too crazy.

He cocks his head to the side,

“Huh, so that all happened while you were asleep?”

“Yeah… pretty weird… and it felt so real too. I thought you were really there,”

“Well you dreams are wrong,”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well for one thing, I wouldn’t let you go if you dangling on a roof, if I knew I wouldn’t be able to pull you up, I’d go with you. Secondly, I wouldn’t put you in a situation of which I knew It would hurt you, so those two dreams are wrong. The other ones are pretty accurate.” He smiles and I laugh at his remarks, maybe he’s right, I’m starting to believe that now,

“Oh yeah, hunny,”

“Yes?”

“When we get back home, I have a surprise for you,” he gets real close to my ear, I can feel his hot breath against me, sending my body with a tingling feeling, my face feels hot like fire, “I’m going to show you just how much I love you, so you will never do this again.” He slowly begins to rub my thighs and I have to remind him we’re in a hospital,

“I don’t care. You’re so lucky I don’t take you into the bathroom right now.” I feel my erection start to grow and get hard, I place a hand over my crotch, he stops me, his face so close to mine, I can feel his dangling curls on my forehead,

“Don’t hide it from me, baby.” His kisses me more passionate than ever, he slips his tongue in my mouth, I allow him to.

“Maybe we should take that bathroom trip now, huh?”

ACK! If you read this far, you are a super awesome and I love you, more to come soon, I’m so new to this tumblr thing, so please be patient with me.

[ladylynse]

Ectober 2021, Day 24: Sweet Dreams/Nightmare [FFN | AO3]

Technically starts with this ficlet for Day 17 (Found Footage) and continues with this ficlet for Day 22 (Favour) but can be read as a standalone if preferred. Shifts from one prompt to the other for today.

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Dash finally has everything he wants—until his dream melts into a nightmare.

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I’m proud of you, son.

Dash had waited so long to hear those words from his father, and now, it had finally happened. It had taken leading the Ravens to a victorious state championship, but he’d done it. His family had acknowledged his success, the school was hosting a parade in his honour, people who saw him were genuine in their congratulations, their voices glowing with an echo of his pride because they respected him and not just feared him….

It was nice. It was beyond nice. It was what he’d always wanted but hadn’t been willing to admit.

Dash picked up Pookie and hugged him close, falling back onto his bed between his pillows and his teddy bears. “We did it, Pookie,” he whispered as Pookie nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Dash laughed, closing his eyes as he squeezed Pookie even tighter. “We finally proved ourselves.”

Well, Pookie hadn’t needed to prove anything. Pookie was still and always had been a very good boy, something Dash was sure to tell him every day, but he liked to think that Pookie understood what Dash was going through.

“This is the life, isn’t it?” Dash murmured. Pookie had been a warm, comforting weight on his chest for years whenever he’d hidden in his room instead of dealing with anything he didn’t want to deal with, but this was the first time he understood what it meant when people talked about feeling at peace. Things were going his way, and he was well on his way to having it made. He wasn’t worrying about what was coming next or what people were saying behind his back or what horrible things might come out that could ruin everything for him.

That was all behind him now. In hindsight, he could appreciate how much he’d felt the weight of it trying to drag him down every day, the fear of that other shoe dropping and irreparably crushing everything. But now? Now, he might finally be able to close his eyes without that bringing to the surface every terrible thought of what might happen and how every choice he made was ruining his life, even when he felt forced into it.

“That therapist was wrong. I’m not going to wind up pumping gas for the rest of my life. With this scholarship opportunity, I’ve got the in I need to get recognized by the people who matter.”

Pookie licked his nose, and Dash wrinkled his own at the inevitable whiff of dog breath. “I’m gonna get your teeth cleaned again,” he promised, “and get you some more of those treats that are supposed to help you stay healthy. We’re in this for the long haul, Pooks.”

Pookie let out a quiet whuff in response and leaned into Dash’s hand, wanting more scritches behind the ears.

Dash was nearly asleep when he felt the first tremor, just the slightest shaking of the bed beneath him, the sort usually caused when there was a loud, heavy truck speeding by on the street. There had been no such noise, though, so he thought he must’ve imagined it—until the second tremor came, pronounced enough to make it clear he wasn’t half asleep. Dash opened his eyes and sat up, cradling Pookie to his chest. Pookie licked his face again, but he wasn’t whining or barking, which had to be a good sign, right?

There was another tremor, this one strong enough to cause the various football trophies on his shelf to shift and rattle. Some wild part of Dash wondered if this was what an earthquake felt like. No. That was ridiculous. This was Amity Park. They weren’t near any fault lines; any earthquakes they had wouldn’t do much more than tip over a lawn chair, right? This had to be a ghost attack.

Only, it couldn’t be a ghost attack, because Pookie would’ve known, right? He always knew when a ghost was going to attack before Dash did. If they were in the same room, he’d either stand in front of Dash and bark wildly or whine and tug on Dash’s jeans to try to get him to hide.

“Pookie? What’s going on?”

In his arms, Pookie snuffled.

There was a high-pitched tone sounding in Dash’s ears now—not a buzzing, but not quite a whistle, more a whine or a drone or—

The accompanying tremor was enough to knock him from his bed, and instinct alone kept him from crushing Pookie as he cradled his dog like a football to his chest. Dash scrambled to his feet and stumbled out of his room, muttering, “It’ll be okay, Pooks. It’ll be okay.”

Pookie, the good dog that he was, wasn’t fussing.

Dash yelled for his parents to meet him outside in case they were still in the house, but he was barely three feet from the stoop when the ground bucked beneath him and threw him to his knees. He rolled backwards onto his butt as the ground swelled up beneath him again, and he watched the asphalt roll away as if a monster were trapped beneath it, threatening to break through. Overheard, the light posts tilted and the power lines swung about, and the buildings started to lean like Jenga towers that were about to fall.

The sound in his head grew louder, deeper, and he held Pookie in his right arm while pressing his left to his left ear and pushing his right ear into his shoulder, trying to block out that sound.

That only seemed to make it worse.

Dash couldn’t see anyone else outside. He didn’t know where his parents were, where his neighbours were, where anyone was except Pookie. This had to be a ghost, didn’t it? Phantom would show up and save them any second now.

The shaking didn’t let up.

Phantom didn’t show up.

Ten feet away, the ground finally opened up, splitting apart to swallow his neighbour’s car whole.

The gaping maw closed again within seconds, its appetite sated for now.

Dash screamed and tried to hug Pookie closer, only to realize Pookie wasn’t there anymore. He looked around, but there was no sign of Pookie anywhere, and he couldn’t help but fear—

The screaming was outside of him and inside of him, not just his voice but this howling in his head, finally ripping free so that it could be heard.

Wake uuuuuuuuuuuup!

Dash jerked in bed, the cry waning as he shuddered awake. His heart galloped in his chest, seemingly strongly enough to shake the bed, but he didn’t know if that was his imagination or remembered tremors from his dream. He gulped in a huge lungful of air and held it, hugging himself and trying to coax his heart into slowing down. The beat thundering in his ears eventually slowed and faded, but not until he’d repeated the process.

It had seemed so real.

Why couldn’t it have been real? The first part, obviously. The good part. The bit before it had turned into a nightmare. He wanted that part to be real. As hard as he was trying to make it a reality, he wasn’t making much progress.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had a dream like this, and that only made it harder. The last one hadn’t turned into a nightmare, exactly, or at least not the sort of nightmare that this one had, but….

Dash sat up and reached to turn on his lamp, squinting at the brightness as he grabbed the glass of water on his bedside table and chugged half of it. Pookie was curled up at the foot of the bed, snuggled into a nest of the spare blanket. Dash leaned forward to stroke him and realized poor Pookie was shaking. He hadn’t been sleeping, or at least he wasn’t anymore; he’d been hiding. “Hey, it’s okay, Pooks,” Dash cooed. “You’re here with me. I’ve got ya.”

Pookie whined and twisted his head to lick Dash’s hand.

“Ghosts again, huh?” Dash started scratching Pookie behind the ears. “I bet Phantom drove them away for us.”

Phantom always did. He was reliable like that. Just like Pookie was.

Pookie got to his feet and padded over to sit on Dash’s lap, so Dash took the opportunity to check his phone before rubbing Pookie’s belly as the dog flopped over. There was radio silence from Paulina but a message from Kwan, so if this had been a town-wide attack, then Paulina was still caught up in it.

Or still texting Star about it, anyway.

He probably wouldn’t hear from her until tomorrow.

Dash clicked open the text from Kwan. Lay off F may b overshadowed. V looking in 2 it

Fenton? Overshadowed? What had given Kwan that idea? Fenton had fit just as nicely into his locker today—yesterday, Dash realized as a glance at the red numbers on the clock told him it was just past one thirty—as he had into the dumpster the day before.

And why had Kwan brought Valerie into this? She’d dated Fenton. She wasn’t going to appreciate this. Dash had no doubt Kwan had told her about their prank, maybe shown her a bit of the footage if there was anything that could be seen—

Wait.

Dash went back and checked his previous messages. Kwan had only told him that the video hadn’t turned out. He hadn’t elaborated. Dash had brushed it off, knowing they’d have plenty of other opportunities to jump Fenton, and asked if it was the lighting so he could start thinking about how to fix things for the next time. Kwan hadn’t said anything, and Dash hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, but….

Dash frowned, opened a new message to Kwan, and typed, U up?

It was only about thirty seconds before Kwan responded. The entire town should b up

Well, Kwan always had his phone on vibrate, but now Dash had even less reason to feel bad about phoning his friend. Kwan picked up after the first ring. “Dude, why do you think Fenturd’s overshadowed?”

“I’ll email you the video,” Kwan said slowly, confirming Dash’s suspicion that the entire thing wasn’t ruined, “but don’t share it with anyone yet. Val said she thought it was genuine when she watched it at my place, but she wouldn’t guarantee it. I was hoping she’d get back to me tonight, but she didn’t. Or maybe this whatever-it-was went through Elmerton first.”

Or Valerie had caved early because of entirely natural reasons. When Star had brought something up earlier, Paulina had said Valerie had been acting weird for a few days, but Dash had figured, since Paulina hadn’t said anything else about it, they weren’t supposed to worry about it. Valerie wasn’t on the A-list anymore. She had to fend for herself, and she’d done a decent enough job of it as far as he could tell.

“Do you know what it was?” Dash asked, giving Kwan a chance to head to the office as he eased Pookie off his lap so he could start up his own computer. (He was lucky enough to have one in his room, something he usually made sure Kwan didn’t forget, but now really didn’t seem like the time to bring it up again.) “I never saw anything.”

“Neither did I.”

That didn’t mean much. This wasn’t the first time a ghost had attacked the entire town before half the people in it knew what was going on. Dash grunted as he settled into his desk chair, resting his right ankle on his left knee, and couldn’t help but smile when Pookie jumped up into his lap a few seconds later. He clicked into his email and waited for the message from Kwan, idly spinning the chair back and forth with his left foot. “What am I going to be looking at?”

Dash didn’t like admitting that he couldn’t remember the signs that someone was overshadowed, but Kwan wouldn’t declare Fenton off limits for nothing. “He didn’t act differently,” Dash added when Kwan didn’t answer right away. “If you think I gave a ghost a wedgy, how come he didn’t turn around and throw me in the dumpster?”

“Maybe he was trying to keep Fenton’s cover?”

Dash snorted, causing Pookie to raise his head and look up before settling back down. “Like Fentoenail would be a prime target anyway. He doesn’t have any power at school.”

“Might have more to do with sabotaging his parents’ stuff.”

Without setting something off? Not unless Fenton or his sister was in on it, and Dash seriously doubted either of them would exactly be keen on Fenton being overshadowed. Whatever. “If he’s overshadowed and the ghost is pretending he’s not, then why does it matter to us? No skin off our nose if he’s not willing to reveal himself.” If it wasn’t going to come back on him, then Dash didn’t really have a problem distributing the video as planned. There was clearly something to see if Kwan had shown it to Valerie to get her opinion on something.

His email chimed, and Dash opened the message from Kwan and started to download the file as Kwan said, “Just watch it first.”

Dash watched it.

He had no doubt when he got to the part Kwan had been talking about.

Considering how loudly he swore when he saw it, Kwan had no doubt, either.

“Yeah.”

“That’s practiced,” Dash hissed. No one moved that easily, that smoothly, without a buttload of practice. “It’s gotta be.” If this were Paulina or Star or one of the other cheerleaders? Sure. Someone who actively hunted ghosts, like Phantom or that Red Hunter chick? Yeah. But Fenton? No. As someone who’d once been stuck as Fenton’s fitness buddy, Dash was confident in that. Fenton had put in the work to scrape a pass for the Presidential Fitness Test, but he had not done so gracefully.

That had been a while back, but if some ghost had been using Fentonia’s body as their own personal track suit at that point and had been trying to keep it on the down low, they wouldn’t have shown any kind of skill in case people cottoned on to what was going on.

Well.

Maybe they would’ve shown their hand, back when they’d first started overshadowing Fenton.

There had been that one time, back in the fall of grade nine, when Fenton had acted really weird at school and had somehow climbed way above his station. If that was when this had started….

If it was, then this wasn’t new.

Which also meant that it was highly unlikely that this was the first time Dash had targeted the ghost, even if said ghost’s overshadowing of Fenton was an on-and-off gig, which only increased the chances of him getting caught up in some inevitable backlash.

Crud.

He’d woken up from one nightmare and found himself living another.

Crud, crud, crud.

He couldn’t afford to have Fenton—or some ghost—ruin his life, but it’s not like he could change his tune in an effort to appease the ghost without jeopardizing everything himself. He needed to stay at the top of the school food chain with Paulina, and suddenly cozying up to a loser like Fenton for no apparent reason would not exactly keep his reputation intact.

“We need to know if this is real,” Dash said. “You said it might not be real.”

“That’s why I asked Valerie to look at it. It’s not like I was gonna ask Foley.”

Right. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to ask any of the nerds who might be able to tell them, either. It would give them too much power. Geez, no wonder Kwan had told him the video hadn’t turned out. They could not show this to people. He’d told Paulina they were doing it—and had then had to tell her it was a bust—and Star might know, but they’d kept it quiet otherwise.

What the heck were they supposed to do if Valerie thought— If Fenton was actually—

“If Val’s not sure…. If she’s not sure, I’ll talk to Fenton.”

“And say what?” Dash did not squeak. That had not been a squeak.

Kwan knew better than to laugh. “I dunno yet. I’ll figure something out.”

“We could tell his parents. Anonymously.”

“That’s not going to work if this ghost has been at it long enough to fool them. You even said he’s acting the same as he always has.”

“We can just show them the video. It’s not that hard. We don’t have to convince them when we have proof.”

“And you think Fenton wouldn’t hear about it and deny everything? Claim Foley did edit it or something if they confronted him? Even if we clipped you out of the video, Fenton would spill the beans when they asked him how the heck he wound up there in the first place. All we’d be doing is handing them evidence to get us kicked off the team. To get you kicked off the team. The Ravens can’t afford to lose you.”

Crud. He had a point. But it’s not like he could confront Fenton—or the ghost overshadowing him—and demand to know what was going on. Or apologize and beg for mercy. They needed to talk to someone else who wouldn’t immediately out them but who might be able to help. “How about we ask Phantom?” Phantom could keep a secret, and they’d kinda bonded that one time they’d been puny. He’d help. He’d know if it was a ghost, anyway.

“We’re as likely to find him as the Red Huntress, and she’s bound to have some ghost tech to see if someone’s being overshadowed.”

“If you just want tech, why don’t we buy something from the Fentons? We can send some nerd to do it so they don’t know it’s us.” Even as Dash made the suggestion, he realized why it wouldn’t work. This ghost could already fool FenonWorks technology. Having it wouldn’t help them at all.

Which brought them back to the other resident ghost hunters in town, neither of which had an address they could actually go to and ask for help.

This sucked.

“We need something we know we can trust. Look, I’ll see if Valerie has any ideas and keep you posted. I’ll text her now. She might be up anyway. I’m sure they heard that over in Elmerton.”

Yeah, quiet was one thing that cry had not been; the tremors from that thing had even invaded his dream. But if Phantom—because it must have been Phantom—hadn’t yelled at him to wake up, probably repeatedly, Dash wasn’t sure he would have.

He didn’t want to think about that right now. He didn’t want to think about what it meant if Fenton was overshadowed, either, but that might at least be relevant. “Yeah, okay. Do that.”

“Try to get some sleep.”

Dash snorted. Fat chance of that. From Kwan’s nervous chuckle, he knew what Dash was thinking, so Dash wasn’t surprised when Kwan hung up with a quick see ya tomorrow.

Even if Dash hadn’t been jolted awake from that nightmare, this was little better.

Dash knew it wouldn’t help, but he started the video over again. If this wasn’t some elaborate prank to make it seem like theirs had backfired on them, if Fenton was actually overshadowed, then Dash needed to glean whatever he could from the ghost’s actions.

Maybe, if he could figure out enough, he could stop this nightmare from getting worse—and destroying any chance of his dreams coming true.

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[littlemessyjessi]

“Chasing Jessi”:  A Sirius Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter 10: “Go, Go, Go!”

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Sirius Black Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Sirius Black x Jess Scamander (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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While Quidditch in December was most definitely accompanied by frigid temperatures....the excitement wasn't any less intense. The roars of the of the houses were deafening- particularly Hufflepuff and Gryffindor who happened to be against each other at that moment. And in the midst of the Gryffindor stands was a certain brown haired, green eyed girlfriend. "Yeah, Siri! Get 'im!!!!!" came the roar of excitement as Sirius sent a bludger hurtling towards the Hufflepuff team. Jess had always gotten so excited during Quidditch matches that poor Lily serious considered hexing her for her own good. At that moment in time, the redhead was quietly watching her very new boyfriend, James Potter, race through the air as lead chaser...and dealing with the excitement of her nearly ravenous best friend. She was to her right and poor Peter was on her right. Remus cleverly having opted to sit just behind them so as to not be in her line of fire. "Go, Jamie, Go!" Jess bellowed leaning forward and almost toppling out of the tower. "Sit down!" Lily admonished her. "You're going to fall to your death! "I'm fine!" she grumbled but clutched her cheeks when the Hufflepuff team intercepted James' throw. "Trick, you dirty rotten little cockroach!" she growled. "I thought he was your friend." Remus piped up behind her with a smirk and she whipped around to literally hold his face in her hands for a moment as she stared at him with her big luminous eyes. "Remus, darling, sweet baby kitten that you are...I would maul YOU to death if you cross me about my favorite quidditch teams." she said to him sweetly before whipping around, "Come ON! GET HIM, SIRI! GET HIM! YESSSSSS!!!!!!!" Lily did not miss the look on Remus' face or the quiet 'I think it's more likely I'd maul you.' that he mumbled. She took a seat to serve him with a rather pointed look. "Yes?" he asked her cautiously. "Out with it." she said. The two of them watched the girl nearly squeeze Peter to death in celebration when Sirius managed to knock a chaser off her broom and James scored another point. "S'nothing." he said burrowing down into his book....which Lily had no problem just savagely ripping away from him. For those that loved Lily, they knew that while her heart was very good....she could be one fierce mother fucker when needed. While it's a running joke that she should've been in Ravenclaw for her smarts...Jess always tells her she should've been in Hufflepuff....because she'd badger the hell out of you when she wanted something. Lily sighed impatiently. "I'm in no mood for games, Remus Lupin. I'm cold. She's crazy. And she ate all my popcorn." "It's just...I never really had a chance to befriend Jess much before." he admitted to the ginger next to him. "Sure, the two of you are close but she's always off looking for some new creature or with Sirius. I've always WANTED to be her friend but I just always thought I was too quiet and she was too wild. And so I've always stayed away...but now... I just worry...I worry that if she ever finds out about my-" he rambled. Lily nodded knowingly. It was only last year that she had figured out that Remus was a werewolf but she assured him that it didn't change anything between them. She could understand his fear of losing friends because of it. But Lily KNEW that wild child in front of them.

She probably knew Jess better than she knew anyone else. "Listen, Remus. You don't have to tell her. She's smart. She'll figure it out. But don't worry about it. I know her. She's very accepting. I mean- she's dating Sirius. And who would've thought that THAT would ever happen?" "Probably the same people that always knew you'd end up with James." the usually quiet boy teased her. She rolled her eyes, "Oh shove off, Lupin." "Thanks, Lily." he said. "Really." She nodded and scooted closer to him. "I swear on Merlin's beard." she grumbled. "If I survive this game, I'm forcing James to take us all out for butterbeer immediately." Remus chuckled, "Agreed." The crowd erupted as the Gryffindor seeker caught the snitch and Jess just about lost her mind. She jumped into Peter's arms momentarily before nearly clobbering Remus when she literally jumped on him. "We won!" she screeched whipping around wildly. "We won! We won! We won! Yassss! Feel my wrath!!!" "Good grief!" Remus laughed as he tried his best to hold her and keep her from killing herself, "I don't remember her ever being THIS excited before." "Well, it could be because she'd dating a player this year." Lily said slightly amused at the brunette trying her best to do a handstand on poor Remus' lap. "It's not." The four of them turned to look at the Quidditch captain smirking at them. "What do you mean?" Peter asked. "I gave her sweets before the game." he smirked evilly. "James Potter!" Lily snapped at him. "How DARE-" He cut her off with a whistle to Jess. "Come on, weirdo. I promised you a ride if we won. Claim it now or - " he said. "I'm coming!" she said terrifying Lily when she just jumped over the railing and into James' arm. "Ooof!" he gasped. "Give a bloke some warning, would ya?" "Serves you right." Lily snapped. "Feed the child candy and then encourage her to leap from great heights. Shame, James. Shame." "Eh, he just doesn't know how to handle her." The five of them looked over at the beater. Sirius grinned at them all, "Prongs, get off my girl." "Hello, snookums." Jess grinned as she leaned back on James’ broom and looked at him upside down. "Hello, pookie." he teased back. "You two make my stomach churn." James groaned. "Snookie poo, Jamiekins is jelly welly of our loves." Jess teased. "Aw, Pwongy Poo." Sirius teased him. "Does someone have his antlers bent out of shape?" "Antlers?" Jess questioned and Sirius bit his lip. She didn't know about Remus or the animagus forms. The panic was clear on Remus' face. He wasn't ready to tell her. "Inside joke, love." he tried to reassure her and more importantly, distract her. "Come on, love. Let's go get some cocoa." "No more chocolate!" Lily admonished him. "Bye, Lilypad!" she called out as she climbed from James to Sirius and the two love birds sped off. Lily sat down with a hand to her heart. "She's the only person I know who would willingly CLIMB or LEAP from broom to broom forty feet in the air." she sighed. "She does willingly seek out dragons..." Peter trailed off. "I mean, I love her and all but she's weird and we all know it." "Hey, she's my best friend!" Lily said. "...but yes she is the WEIRDEST person I know." "But the sweetest." James interjected, surprising them all. He only shrugged in response. "Listen, I know she's nuts and she's a lot to handle but have any of you REALLY ever been rejected by Jess. Yes, she's been mad. She's called me more than one name before mind you....but nothing I've ever done has ever broken our friendship." he said. "She slapped you not too long ago." Peter piped up. "Only because she thought I wasn't deserving of Lily." he said. "She went through hell for me. Put her feelings for Sirius aside for our sake and then the  only time she really blew her top was when she thought Lily's feelings were in jeopardy. No, she's not perfect...but are any of you?" he said. James ran a hand through his hair at the silence. "I swear, only you lot would be able to turn my clearly magnificent quidditch win into some big sap." he smirked. "I knew I should've just went with them. They're crazy but at least they're fun." Lily shooed him away and told them they'd be down soon before the three of them headed down with the rest of the students. Each lost in their own thoughts but none so involved as Remus. He knew to be a true friend he'd need to tell her soon. And whatever happened....would just have to happen. Down on the pitch, Sirius was carrying her around on his back and Remus could swear he could see her pupils dilated from the cocoa he'd undoubtedly given her.

Oh, the absolute horror she’d undoubtedly unleash on them all. 

And he couldn’t wait. 

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Chapter 9

Chapter 11 

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Hello my darlings! I hope you’re well and you enjoyed this wee chappie! I’d love to hear your thoughts! I definitely wanted to include some more Quidditch into this story.  Show the icky sickly sweetness of Jess and Sirius, a deepening bond between James and Jess as well as a budding friendship between Remus and Jess.  He needs someone who he can be silly with and love him unconditionally.  

And on that note..... I may have a little surprise for you.   Remus may get a very Jess of his own.  Still zany and still a Jess but a different story line, different background and a different Jess.  What do you say to sweet Remus lupin and literally the craziest little werewolf he’s ever met? 

But anyways, back to this Jess,lol. 

How is everyone feeling about it so far?  I’d love to hear from you! Please feel free to comment, reblog with your thoughts and/or smash the ask box! Hearing from you makes my day!

All my love darlings!

Kenny

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Also, try and tell me this ain’t Jess Scamander energy right here. 

Also, Christmas and wintery themed chappies coming soon.......

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Rock the Boat

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Sexual Content (18+)

Written By: @kumkaniudaku

ANYWHERE MASTER POST

Recommended Listening: Rock the Boat x Aaliyah

A second wake up didn’t result in another round, but it did provide needed rest for the busy wife and mother. Chadwick had crawled out of bed long before Tasha for a run along the island’s beach, leaving his lover to wake on her own time. For months on end, she was up at the first sign of daybreak, leading the charge to have everyone dressed and prepared for the day’s events before taking a second to compose herself. The need for relaxation was obviously present in the days leading up to the trip when she would trudge to bed and pass out in a heap at night. So for as long as she needed to sleep, he was willing to grant her that space.

By the time she sauntered out of the villa into the patio space, she was buzzing with renewed energy and a faint glow of sexual satisfaction.

“Well damn, if I’d have known you’d come out looking like that, I would’ve decided to have you for breakfast instead.”

Chadwick took in Tasha’s multicolor monokini and all it’s cutouts through her sheer cover-up as she made her way to his spot at the small table beside the pool. The front of her bathing suit presented her stomach to the world, still soft from carrying two children, but featuring more definition than she’d been accustomed to since Noah was born. In the back, the high cut design got a run for its money against her wide hips, becoming more of a thong than its original intention.

With his arms outstretched, Chadwick welcomed Tasha into his lap to pull her against his clothed chest and press kisses wherever bare skin greeted him. His lips against her shoulders sent a chill through her body that starkly contrasted the tropical heat around them.

“You heard what Micah said last night,” she giggled as she squirmed in his arms. “Don’t bring home any more babies.”

Chadwick chuckled at CoCo’s spot-on imitation of their oldest, “Where does she get this stuff from?”

“Probably my mama and aunties. They don’t make her go to sleep over there and she soaks in everything they say like a sponge.”

“Is that why she calls everybody honey now like she’s 65?”

“More than likely,” she laughed, recalling the time Micah calmly asked for more oatmeal in her bowl one morning before adding a southern ‘honey’ to the sentence for emphasis. At nearly seven years old, she’d only lived in Southern California, yet carried around the grace of a Southern Belle several years her senior.

“Anyway, what’s all this? I am starving!”

“This, my love, is the honeymoon special. That’s not what Niha called it, but I can’t remember so I renamed it.”

“Clever,” she laughed before sneaking a kiss to his cheek.

Peeling back the plate covers unleashed the perfect aromas of local delicacies and American fusions of traditional breakfast items that had Tasha’s mouth watering at first glance. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was while she was being treated to orgasm after orgasm. Now she was almost ravenous as she scrambled to find a fork and knife to dig in.

In the alone time, they’d been granted, Chadwick was able to take in the scope of his wife. It wasn’t that he didn’t know she was beautiful. That was obvious. It was the little nuances of her movements that kept him intrigued.

While he watched the apples of her cheeks rise in satisfaction as she enjoyed her meal, he contemplated sharing a piece of life-altering information that he had been sitting on.

“I talked to Angelique,” he casually introduced, causing his wife to slow down long enough to look at him over her shoulder. “She gave me some advice about our plan if you wanna hear it.”

Chadwick was met with silence before Tasha stood to transition from his lap to the seat across from him.

“Mmmkay. Go ahead.”

“Well, she said that it’s great that we want to do this and thinks we have a great chance of being approved.”

“But,” CoCo interjected. There had been nothing but good news followed by caveats from the moment they decided to embark on this journey. A ‘but’ was always expected at this point.

“But, we’ll need to seriously consider a few things.”

“We’ve been considering things for months. What else is there to consider?”

“Nothing major, baby. Just a few details like the size of the house, whether we want to do an open or closed situation, or if we should foster instead.”

“Let’s start with the size of the house.” The mood had clearly begun to sour as Tasha placed her utensils down in front of her to clasp her fingers and place them underneath her chin.

“She recommends shifting the kids around to make space for one more, but I recommend us moving altogether. Wait,” he interjected just as she opened her mouth to counter. “Hear me out. We can afford to move to somewhere down South. It’s cheaper, we’d be closer to our parents as they get up in age, and both of us are still able to work with no interruption to what we do now.”

“Okay, I can’t argue with you there. I still would rather adopt a small child though.”

“And we can do that. But, please, give fostering some thought. We could really help a kid. Not too old of course, but maybe around 8 or 9?”

“Aaron…”

“Think about it, baby. We don’t need to answer right now. Enjoy paradise and we’ll talk about it later. Deal?”

Finding it counterintuitive to further the touchy conversation while so much beauty and wonder surrounded them, CoCo used the napkin in her lap as her literal white flag and surrendered. There were still three days left to enjoy each other with no distractions and neither Chad or CoCo was willing to spoil it with problems from life back home.

“Alright, Pookie, you have complete control of my body and my time for the next three days. What we gettin’ into?”

“Complete control of your body and your time, huh?”

Their eyes met in equally provocative glances that still carried the embers of the flame ignited mere inches from their current positions.

Biting her lip, CoCo made a of show leaning across the table to address her husband. Her arms purposely pressed against her breasts to give Chadwick a full view of her cleavage spilling out of her bathing suit. Restraint kept his hands planted around his glass of orange juice, but his eyes were given permission to roam as they saw fit.

“Especially my body. Wherever…”

“Whenever,” he finished before letting his eyes travel to meet her dark brown orbs directly. “I’ll hold you to that. Until then, Niha will be back in a few to take us around the other islands. How you feel about snorkeling and jet skiing before lunch?”

“I feel like you just wanna see me wet and half naked all day.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I can get you wet and completely naked right now if I need to.” The confidence in his matter of fact statement and half smirk made CoCo’s face heat up as she turned her head to hide a smile. Chadwick took notice and let out a full belly laugh.

“Don’t hide that pretty smile from me, girl. You know I’m right.”

“Where is this new level of nasty coming from, Mr. Boseman? I like it.”

Leaning across the table, Chadwick pulled Tasha’s hands into his to graze his lips across her knuckles. “You want me to be honest? I’m living out all the things I wanted to do with and to you when we talked about this all those years ago. Believe me when I say we’ve only scratched the surface.”

In CoCo’s mind, it seemed impossible to go any further than they had already gone. They’d had more sex in 16 hours than they’d had in 16 days in their own private corner of the world. If it all had to end right then, their half a day in the Maldives would still be heralded as their best excursion to date. What more was there to do?

When Niha returned to lay out the full itinerary, CoCo was worried that they would need an extra hour or two in the day to enjoy everything.

Every step of the way, they became drawn to each other like magnets. As the snorkeling guide gave rules and tips at the top of their session, Chadwick kept a hand at the small of Tasha’s back to make the occasional rub across her behind as inconspicuous as possible. A request for more sunscreen became CoCo’s excuse to run her hands across Chadwick’s back and chest more times than necessary. A warning from Niha about the legality of public displays of affection kept them from going too far, creating tension that would be useful for their time back at the villa.

With her body secure in his hold against the back loveseat of their passenger boat, CoCo allowed her eyes to close and her mind to truly take in the scope of what was happening around her. Chadwick felt her shoulders rise and fall in a deep sigh and tightened his grip around her.

“What you thinkin’,” he asked before placing a kiss on top of her head.

“I’m thinking that I am the luckiest girl in the world right now. You have made every one of my dreams come true.”

“You deserve it, baby.” In their first public show of affection that day, their lips came together in rapid sweet kisses and carefree giggles.

“So, you know,” CoCo started as she pulled away to lean against Chadwick. “I gotta step up my game for you this year. If you pull out any more surprises we may have to go to the Moon.”

“Maybe wait until this next one before you make the final decision.”

“What?”

Finally taking the time to pay attention to their route, Tasha noticed that they weren’t in the vicinity of their villa. Open water gave way to an unpopulated boating dock and a boat that carried two waving captains.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Boseman,” Niha smiled over her shoulders. Your captains for the night are Kyle and Aisar. They’ll take great care of you.”

“Uh, Niha, where exactly is here?”

Niha looked to Chadwick for permission to answer CoCo’s question which he granted with a lazy nod and smile.

“You are about to embark on a Kuoni sunset cruise. Your husband has requested total privacy for your evening. This is the perfect time to watch the sunset and spot a few dolphins during your outing.”

Tasha never got the chance to express her shock or gratitude. Niha’s boat came to a stop at the dock before they were carefully escorted from one mode of transportation to the next. The traditional dhoni, covered in exquisite handcrafted wood and billowing lateen sails, was covered in white roses in the section set aside for Chadwick and Tasha to enjoy alone. Glasses of sparkling wine were presented as gifts to pair a general rundown of the trip before they were left to enjoy the view alone.

Their tour took them past picturesque islands, unaffected and uninhabited, able to exist in gorgeous peace. Conversation flowed as easily as the drinks and, soon, the decision to relax against the plush pallet and pillows followed/

The gentle rock of the boat added serenity to the moment between husband and wife and sat side by side to watch the sun take its final resting spot beyond the horizon. A dolphin jumping out of the ocean for a brief hello made CoCo smile, as she stared into the distance. A gesture so tiny would’ve been overlooked by most, but Chadwick couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

If he had to choose, the moments when his wife was absorbed in her thoughts and with no concept of the world around her were his favorites. Her sunkissed skin absorbed the dwindling rays of sunshine and reflected them tenfold. Flecks of her college self still remained to mesh expertly with the more refined aspects of the beauty acquired through maturation. Chadwick would argue with anyone foolish enough to engage that his wife was the most stunning woman on Earth. But, instead of debating what needed no defense, he took her chin between his index and thumb to command her full attention.

“Can I get you anything else? More wine?”

“No, I think I’m good, babe. Thank you. For everything.”

Smiling, CoCo leaned in for a kiss filled with equal parts love and lust. With no one around,  the risk of offense lessened and she jumped at the opportunity to push the envelope. That simple mantra of whenever, wherever rolled around the corners of her mind as she leveraged her position to straddle Chadwick’s lap. His hands took their time on the journey to her hips before settling in their preferred position.

“Okay, so we’re going to Mars for your birthday. I’ll start booking as soon as we get back.”

Chadwick laughed and shook his head, “You don’t have to go that far. I trust we’ll have a good time either way.”

Both of them could feel the heat of the other through the thin material of their swimsuits as the shared another kiss, this time more intense than the soft pecks throughout the day. Chadwick’s fingertips pressed into the soft skin of CoCo’s waist and hips to guide her movements. He could feel and hear the excitement building as her breathing became shallow. This was the whenever and wherever they’d be searching for.  

At the swivel of her hips in his lap, Chadwick and Tasha shared a moan. Slow grinding was perfect for a night in, but time was waning.  was a sense of urgency in the way that CoCo slid her bathing suit to the side, prompting Chadwick to follow her lead and push his shorts down his thighs. He helped her lift to her knees before using his fingertips to work her pearl in slow circles. Tasha quickly reached down to take him in her palm, forming a half circle around his length to assist him in reaching the peak of his arousal.

“If we’re gonna do this,” Chadwick spoke as he exhaled. “You gotta promise you’ll be quiet.”

Laughing, she bent down to nip at his earlobe, “I was gonna say the same thing to you.”

Their hushed giggles were cut short by simultaneous and different curses. Knowing that time was of the essence, CoCo braced herself with both hands planted on Chadwick’s chest as he adjusted his angle beneath her. Audible sighs of pleasure were lost in the sounds around them while they watched him disappear inside of her inch by inch.

Tasha’s body readily accommodated the stinging stretch of him, hugging and massaging his dick with every rotation of her hips. Satisfied with the honey coating her thighs and his, CoCo planted her knees on either side of her husband’s hips to start a moderate bounce in his lap.

Chadwick was relegated to breathless moaning as Tasha took control. Her face screwed in acute focus, eyes clamped shut, head thrown back and her bottom lipped trapped beneath her teeth. The setting sun cast erotic shadows against the aged wood to transform their bodies into one being.

Her fluid motions became entrancing in the pinks and purples of the impending nightfall. The graceful rise and fall of her breasts matched the rhythmic roll of her hips, adding a visual to the sensation that never seemed to get old when they were together.

“Look at you,” Chadwick whispered into the crook of CoCo’s neck. “So pretty ridin’ daddy’s dick. You gon’ come like this?”

“Yessss!”

“Show me, baby. Don’t stop ‘til you come.”

A dull burn in her thighs did little deter the chase of her approaching orgasm as Tasha went into overdrive. Shifting back to a grinding motion gave her the range to satisfy the throbbing ache within while her clit repeatedly grazed his pelvis. Any extra coaxing would’ve sent her to take her place amongst the stars, which Chadwick knew and used to his advantage.

Firm pressure to her clit with the pad of his thumb gave her the final piece of the puzzle as she came undone in one tremor after the other. Finishing was no longer a priority for Chadwick. His chief concern was getting his wife to the crest of her wave in her favorite position.

Tasha dug her nails into her husband’s back to control the scream bubbling in her chest. At the height of her release, the faint sound of hooping and hollering in the distance felt like an odd hallucination.

“Yeaaaah! That’s how you enjoy the ocean!”

“Get it, girl! Nice moves!”

Tasha rushed to hide her face from the lively group of spectators as their dhoni’s passed in the night. Chadwick held her close to shield her from embarrassment though he found humor in the situation. The lack of light in the immediate area kept their identities concealed, removing the worry of ending up on the front page of a tabloid.

“Y’all have a nice night now,” Chadwick hollered back in the midst of his laughter.

“Same to you, buddy! Enjoy the honeymoon! Don’t do nothin’ we wouldn’t do!”

Chadwick accepted the unsolicited advice with a wave of his hand and a thank you until the visitors were no longer in sight. Collapsing on top of each other in a heap, Chadwick set off a string of laughs at the absurdity of the situation.

“I can not believe that just happened. We fucked on a boat and got caught by the only other tourists for miles. What is life right now?”

“You put on a damn good show though, baby. Maybe we can get some of that on camera later tonight?”

“On camera you say,” she asked with a playful glint in her eye. “Good. I think I’m ready for my close up.”

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