#it's good that you lost your only friend he sounds like a little bitch anyway''

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

secret third take on The Situation where i'm a yellow apologist but also don't think you can blame arthur for how all that shook out. i think they both did exactly as well as could be expected given the circumstances. by which i mean bad. the circumstances were bad and they did bad.

[chososcamgirl]

CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and she’s going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no it’s not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) don’t be fooled though she’s always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc she’s a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one… whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)

ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. you’ll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe”. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i might’ve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but don’t be silly there’s no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldn’t find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes she’s a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.

WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession… miss miu miu… she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesn’t expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isn’t a personal experience… heh… i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.

TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners can’t see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because it’s illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos

BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants it’s usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.

OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!

SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.

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[effy-writes]

Addict (Blitz x Reader)

8: Harvest Moon Festival: Stimulants

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Your body rested on top of Blitz, you were able to hear his heart beat since your head was on his chest. With his free hand he played with your hair. Rubbing the scalp, twirling the strands of your hair.

"Was I too rough?" He said, bringing the cigarette to his mouth.

"I liked it, Blitzy~" Stolas chimed. 

"Not you, her."

"It was fine." You said with a sleepy tone due to Blitz giving you an half assed scalp massage.

The two of them talked about the arrangement and why Stolas had to move it early. You didn't mind doing it early, you're actually starting to enjoy these encounters.

Blitz was about to get up but you held on him tighter, not wanting him to leave.

Stolas continued, "The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

"Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."

"Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all..." Stolas got up and trailed his fingers along your naked back. "special access~"

"Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."

"I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

"Then why do you want us to go?" You mumbled, falling in and out of sleep.

"Because! I enjoy hanging out with you two."

"Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway." Blitz scoffed.

~~~

"Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?" Blitz called Moxxie.

"We're already here, couldn't we just tell them in person?" You whispered, Blitz quickly hushed you.

"The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!" Millie squealed.

"Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?"

The two of you lost balance and fell on top of the couple.

"Y/n? I was expecting Blitz, but really? You joined in on the stalking?" Moxxie huffed.

"He begged me, sorry."

~~~

"Mama! Daddy!" Millie ran to hug her parents. The 3 talked for a bit before Millie grabbed Moxxie, "y'all remember my husband Moxxie?"

"Greetings, Lin! Joe! How have you been, uh, with all the... flaming twisters and stuff around here?" He nervously said.

Blitz turned his attention to you, "You know I barely saw your parents."

You stiffened, "Yeah, what a shame, nice people."

"I don't do compliments but you look pretty good in a cowgirl outfit.”

You snickered, "Thanks."

You looked back over at M&M and her parents, "Oh, crumbs. My bad! I am so sorry. I- I didn't mean to open that wound... sir." Moxxie said to Joe.

"Hey, watch it! I'm the "sir" here, bucko!" Blitz yelled.

"Oh yeah! Y'all haven't met my boss Blitz! This is Y/n!" Millie got closer to her dad, "I think they're dating. And his hellhound!"

"I'm not just his hellhound." Loona argued.

"Yeah, she's my daughter!" Blitz replied.

"Only on paper." She walked away.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the sperm and egg factory that popped out this little gem of an assassin. You two raised a sturdy bitch!" Blitz greeted her parents.

"That we did! So... Blitz, is it? Heh heh. That's a fine name." Joe shook his hand.

You awkwardly stood there, turning your head and saw Loona sitting in the van. You opened up the drivers side and sat with her.

"How have you been?" You asked.

Loona shrugged, "It's been whatever. What are you and Blitz anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dating? Friends with benefits? What is it?"

"I actually don't know. And sorta don't care."

There was some silence.

"I know we barely talk other than superficial shit, but why were you in rehab?"

You were lost for words, "Stimulants addiction."

"Just wondering." Loona continued to type on her phone.

You looked out the window and laughed, grabbing Loona’s attention, “Moxxie is wrestling a hog and is losing.”

The two of you got out and Loona hit record on her phone, “This is fucking beautiful.”

"Ow...my clavicle" Moxxie rubbed his neck and left the pin.

"Don't worry, little one... You never stood a chance." Striker said as he noticed you rewatching the video that Loona took. "I didn't meet you yet, what's your name, pretty thang." Striker smirked.

"Y/n."

"Names Striker." He winked and walked away with the dead hog over his shoulder. "Hey, boss man! You wanna help the men skin this thing for dinner?"

Blitz clapped, "Oh, I am always down to skin the manly meat with the manly men!"

~~~

Millie’s parents didn’t have any room for you and Blitz, so you had to sleep together. You offered to sleep on the couch or with Loona so he can have a bed to himself for once but Blitz didn’t want to leave you out of sight.

“You really think that I’m gonna get drugs? From where!”

“I don’t fucking know! You brought this on your own.” He crossed his arms.

“Blitz please get off of my ass for ONCE!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Loona yelled from across the hall.

You aggressively ran your fingers through your hair. “and you’re making it worse by keep reminding me i’m a fucking drug addict.”

Blitz sat on the bed and rested his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his temples. “Let’s just go to sleep. We gotta do this shit tomorrow.”

You paced back and forth as you bit your nails. Blitz looked up at you and noticed you were stressed or about to have a panic attack. He called out your name in a soft tone, “Come here.”

You shook your head as your breaths increased. The only thoughts running in your mind is that you don’t want Blitz to only see you as a drug addict and if that’s all he’s gonna see in the future. Blitz stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders to prevent you from pacing back and forth, “Lay down, okay? You’re freaking yourself out.”

Blitz took your hand into his and led you to the bed. He helped you lay underneath the covers as he made his way in as well. The moon shined through the country-looking-ass room and he could see your glossy eyes. Blitz gently caressed your face, “You need sleep. Do you want to be little spoon? I know how you like to be held.” He chuckled.

You deadpanned, “You just want my ass against your dick.”

“Maybe.”

“Ugh..fine.” You playfully rolled your eyes and smiled as you turned the other way. And you were right, you felt Blitz’s clothed dick against your ass.

~~~~

The next day everyone gathered for the Harvest Moon Festival.

Moxxie, Blitz, Striker, and you decided to join in on the game. Originally you weren't going to do it, but Striker gave you some "pick me ups" which is just adderal. Thank youuu, Striker.

Stolas walked onto the stage, "Greetings, tiny... Wrath Ring Imps! I hereby welcome you all to another year of celebrating the spoils of your labor that continue to feed the citizens of Hell! I'm happy to kick off the start of these games that will challenge the toughest Imps to show their skill in dominance. Good luck to you all! Especially those sexy little imps down there... Yoo-hoo! Blitzy! Y/n!"

"Ugh. Fuck me." Blitz cringed, but you on the other hand bursted out laughing.

The gun noise pierced the air and everyone sprinted. Moxxie kept getting trampled, Striker and Blitz was in the lead. You were so cracked out that you jumped over so many imps, stepped on their backs and jumped right in front of Blitz.

"Oh that fucker is definitely on drugs." He grunted.

"What? Your plaything? Jealous because she’s beatin' you?" Striker teased.

"Not jealous, disappointed."

Striker, Blitz, Moxxie and you teamed up for tug of war. The adderal was slowly leaving your body, including the strength and stamina, but luckily you made it past tug of war.

However, when wrestling came you lost to a very angry Blitz. "How the FUCK did you get stimulants?" He pinned your arms down. You kept kicking and thrashing, trying to get Blitz off.

"Can't believe you think I'm doing drugs again when I'm actually trying my hardest you dick." You spat.

Blitz got off and you aggressively walked away, "Fuck, Y/n, Im…FUCK!"

Without turning around you flipped him off. You're not mad at him, he's right, you did take drugs, but you can't help to be mad at everyone and everything. It's your fault, isn't it? Letting Striker talk to you, letting him talk about "natural" medicine, buying some from him. You could've stopped but you didn't.

Wally started speaking, "I say, I say, for the first year ever, we have a tie for winner of the Harvest Moon Pain Games!"

Stolas took his microphone, "The winners are... Striker, aaaaand my darling Blitzy!"

"Just say my name RIGHT! Fuckin' dick." Blitz and Striker made their way up onto the stage.

You sat down beside of Millie, resting your head in your hands.

"You okay, hun?" Millie rubbed your back.

"Yeah...just tired."

"I bet." She chuckled, "You were goin' hard!"

Millie expected you to laugh but sense that something is wrong because you two are always goofing off. She soften her look, "You can tell me anythin', you know that, right?"

You lifted up your head and gave Millie a reassuring smile, "I'm fine, Mills. Thank you."

Blitz arrived with a hotdog in his mouth, "Isn't this guy great? It's gonna be nice workin' with him."

"Working with him...? WHAT?!" Moxxie stammered.

"Yeaaaah! I asked him if he wants to join I.M.P."

"Mox, I think you've had enough, for now. Let's head back to the house and get you clean." Millie kissed his cheek.

Blitz looked over at you. You felt him staring at you but didn't acknowledge him.

~~~

"Where's M&M?" You asked Blitz, shutting the front door of Millie's parent's house.

"I don't know, go check upstairs."

As you made your way upstairs you got a hunch that something was wrong. You turned to your left and picked up a hiking stick that was hung up on the wall. Holding it like a baseball bat, Godamn, me and these stupid wooden rods.

You peaked in the rooms and saw Striker with a gun, pointing it out the window. Your eyes widened and placed your back against the wall, exhaling and peaked back in.

You walked in the room and as you was about to hit Striker he turned around and pointed his gun.

"Y/n? Why are you here." He smirked. "Coming to get more adderal?"

You gulped, feeling your body shake.

"Guess not." His finger was on the trigger. You jumped and swung the hiking stick but Striker caught it, swinging it to hit your face.

"Fuck!" You yelled, falling down on your side. Before you could react Striker put his foot on your chest. You flung your legs trying to fight back but he was much stronger than you.

"Bet you need drugs to make you stronger, right?" He mocked.

"How did you know that." You struggled to say.

"I overheard you and ‘Blitzy’ arguing like teen skanks last night. Why did you think I gave you adderal in the first place?"

“You gave them to me on purpose because you know that I was addict? You bitch!”

Striker cocked the gun and pointed it at you. You still thrashed around trying to get out of his grip before he shot you but the fatigued was hindering you. A click was heard from a different gun.

The two of you turned heads.

"Uh excuse me, but what the FUCK?"

"Blitz!" You felt relief.

"Blitz, nice to see you here."

"First you were going to off the only gateway we have to get to the living world AND off her? And I was going to let you join our business." He scoffed in disbelief.

Striker didn't move, his foot was still pinning you to the ground. "Why struggle to run a business that is rigged against you? When you could partner up with me and kill... the unkillable?"  Striker pressed harder onto you, resulting in you groaning due to the pressure.

Blitz clenched his teeth.

"You scared that I'm going to hurt her? You care about her don't you?"

You looked over at Blitz teary eyed.

"Did you know that she got stimulants from me?"

Blitz lowered his gun, "What?"

"Blitz I-"

Striker put his foot over your neck, cutting off some air.

"Oh, you daddy fucker!"

Blitz sprinted and tackled Striker, you gasped for air and grabbed the hiking stick, swinging it and hit Strikers head. He yelped in pain and stumbled back.

Blitz whistled for Loona and waited, but she didn't come. "Fuckin dammit Loona." He groaned.

Striker pushed you out the way and pinned Blitz down on the ground, "I'm getting kinda horny right now." Blitz joked.

"Huh?"

You swung and hit Striker repeatedly on the head and his back. Every swing you hit him harder and harder. Getting your anger out, mainly angry at yourself for getting adderal. Angry because you feel like you can't do anything unless you have stimulants. Angry that your parents forced you to take them to perform better, angry that you ended up getting hooked, angry that you left the circus, angry that you left Blitz.

Striker was lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Blitz was astounded, he stared at your watered eyes and flushed face. You threw the hiking stick and sat down in the corner of the room with your head in your hands.

"Kay, Im here." Loona walked in and noticed the scenery. "Nevermind." She left.

Striker got up from the floor and shoved Blitz aside before getting on top of the window seal. "Maybe you'll get me next time... Blitzy." He escaped through.

Blitz panted, turned his attention towards you and kneeled down.

"You sure do know how to wack." He joked, but felt heart heavy. "I'm not angry."

"It's not only that," Your voice cracked, "Its other things."

"Hey, hey it's okay. Come on." He helped you up. "I know you're sorry, I'm not even mad about it, 'kay? So don't worry."

You looked around the room and realized this was the room you and Blitz slept last night. “Striker overheard our conversation last night. He purposely gave me adderal and-”

“Stop..okay? Just stop. I’ll let this one go because you didn’t actively searched for it, you were tempted to it so..don’t worry.” Blitz reassured but you could tell that he was still pissed off with a hint of disappointment.

[ellecdc]

best wank nap of my life

barty and evan who haven’t slept with you yet, but are desperately trying, because you’ve been friends for years and you’re so hot wtf how have you not fucked yet? it doesn’t matter that you’re with moonwater because what could reg possibly bring to the table that barty couldn’t anyway, barty’s on a mission to fuck his pretty best friend, and once he wants something he’s not one to give up.

regulus and remus find it funny at first (reg especially at barty’s expense), they’re not blind to how beautiful you are and they revel in the fact that you’re theirs. that said barty is incessant, constant flirting and innuendos until remus’ patience is the first to snap. ‘well if she wants to be passed around like a little cock slut who am i the stop her’

that’s how reg and remus end up on separate beds facing you, barty and evan, they can’t interrupt the show after all. before anything starts they’re straining against their boxers, the situation so lewd and unusual their minds can’t help but race.

barty has you positioned between his legs, back pressed against his chest as one hand sits round your neck to hold you upright and the other worms its way down between your open legs. you whine incoherently into his neck when 2 fingers start in pump in and out and his thumb stays fixed on your clit, he can only smirk knowing he’s the one making you feel this good from such a simple action and there’s nothing your boys can do about it seriously how hadn’t you done this before. barty seems to be so lost in you that evan (knelt in front of you both) was the first to say something,

‘c’mon barty that’s enough, she’s whining like a bitch in heat, might aswell give the slut what she’s begging for’

‘that’s not how you speak to my treasure, we have plenty of time to treat her like the whore she is, there’s no need to rush our pretty girl’

by the time they move you onto your back (barty between your legs, evan by your head) regulus had made his way over to the bed where remus had stripped down on and was leaning back on his elbows, lazily pumping his cock. reg placed his hands over his boyfriends and started rutting against the bed, making a dark spot appear in the boxers he had yet to remove.

evan was placing uncharacteristically gentle kisses to your cheeks as barty pushed your legs up to your chest, nipping and pinching at the fat of your thighs and hips. he leant all of his weight through his chest, pressing down on the back of your thighs, and as pushed in evan’s hand wrapped around your neck and squeezed as his lips locked onto yours. it was all tongue and teeth as barty started to grind against you, whining and moaning.

‘you’re so good for us baby, so much better than i imagined, treasure’

he pushed himself up to gain leverage before pulling nearly all the way out only to slam back in, repeating the action. evan’s mouth had worked well to muffle your sounds, but you could only whine and try to follow him as he pulled away,

‘just be patient for me doll’

he gave himself a pumps before tapping his cock against your cheek, rubbing his head over your lips to see his pre smear.

‘i’m gonna put in in, alright? y’er a big girl, you can manage that?’’

pushing past your lips and your hollowed out cheeks he gave a few shallow thrusts to get you used to his size before his hand snaked back around the base of your neck to feel the bulge he made when he pressed his happy trail to your chin.

you felt trapped between them in the best way possible. evan using your throat for his own pleasure so blatantly, whereas barty was focused solely on making you feel good, lacing one of his hands with your own while using the other to rub harsh circles on your sensitive clit, pinching when you got too quiet for his liking.

remus had already cum once, between his boyfriends skilled hands and seeing his girlfriend sandwiched between two other boys he never stood a chance. regulus was hardly faring any better, face pressed into remus’ neck to muffle the pathetic sounds he was making and to try and hide you from view. he’d cum twice already in such a short span of time and his boyfriends hand were working him up for another, seeing your blissed out figure seemed to only add to the overstimulation. evan was the first to finish, thrusting twice more and spilling down your throat

‘you’ll swallow for me? good girl’

at the absence of evan barty flipped you onto all fours and started a rougher pace, hand that was holding yours now in your hair pulling your head up, forcing you to look at the other men in the room

‘see what you did, treasure? you’re so pretty, so good for us, made everyone feel good. think you want to cum? go on then baby, your wish is my command’

and you were pushed over the edge, white flashing through your vision as you soaked barty’s bottom half, and he wasn’t far behind you, pulling out and finishing on your pussy.

‘evan what are you still doing here? the lady needs a bath, for shame!’

and turning to remus he finished up,

‘you should join us next time y’know, always got space for you, moony man. we can really see how much our reggie boy can manage all by his lonesome’

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The fact that you’re essentially posting free smut on MY account feels illegal

[ratsaresoslay]

Rumors are not a good thing... (Soleil's Diary, Day 1)

I thought I was alright.

But with my exams coming up, social anxiety, an eating disorder and parent problems, this was the least of my worries.

My so called 'Crush' had a girlfriend, and it's time I accepted that I also may be aromantic or reciprosexual. I've only recalled feeling a crush a twice. When I was in kindergarten, first grade, and in like the ending of third to the first day of fifth grade, when i barely even had a concience. That's it. And as I got older, everyone found their spark, so by the time I was in 6th grade, I knew something was off. Why wasn't I experiencing this feeling?

Now, I've finally stopped trying to force myself to feel what my brain and body was never meant to feel. And this guy helped me realize it.

So let's call him Ethan, and his girlfriend... Alicia.

Long story short, I thought I liked him, but he sorta made me realize that this is not me and it's okay.

His style always stood out to me. He wore this hat and always kinda dressed up like a kpop idol.

Yes, we never spoke, heck he didn't even know I exist till now, I always admired him from afar.

But this one girl in one of my classes, a girl we'll call Cadence, eavesdrops on my conversation with my best friend Kitty about my realization. (kitty was super supportive, I love her so much)

Seems like cadences brain is too small to comprehend more than one word, so she goes.

"Soleil, you like Ethan?"

I say "No, I don't. Excuse me." In response and leave to the restroom to calm down.

Then later, I bump into Alicia on accident on my way to the library, (who i didnt know was his gf) and this was how our convo went,

(S) "Oh, I'm so sorry"

(A) "It's all good, dw."

(S) "Omg ur so nice, I love your outfit by the way."

(A) "Thank you sm!"

(S) "Bye!"

(A) "Bye"

And I continued to the library to study for our boooooring research project.

I saw her there as well about ten minutes later, and she comes up to me with Cadence next to her, and goes.

"Is your name Soleil?"

"Y-yeah... Why."

Just looks at me like I was a bug.

"Why are you trying to steal my boyfriend?"

"Excuse me?" I don't know why but i just lost it here. "I'm Aromatic. I don't know why you think I'd stoop so low as to steal your boyfriend, when I can't even feel proper romantic attraction. Get a brain, bitch."

Then I just picked up my bag and left the library, I was fine until i got outside, then the realisation hit me and my oversensitve ass has to cry about it, because I immediately knew a stupid little rumor had spread.

So then I was in class, and my professor asks me if I was okay in the hallway, and I told her EVERYTHING. She got quite angry, and gave me permittion to skip this class ( it was the days last class for mee) and that she'll send me the notes. (She's the best, bro. One day, she just pulled a out a panera bread cookie from her desk in the middle of class and gave it to me because I said I was hungry.) I thanked her and left to my dorm, and now I'm writing this cuz I fave noting better to do.

Sometimes being younger than everyone else around you can be tough. I'm surrounded by people in my year that are 18-24 months older than me. I'm in my second year of college as an 18 year old BTW. But anyway, thanks for reading, and remember people's, don't be like cadence, rumors can really ruin someone's day...

(Sorry if this sounds childish, I'm just not that socially mature, ig?)

[villafordefeatedvillains]

♫ for a hlvrv episode 2 Gordon of your choice (:

Oh. You don't know what kind of hell you've just unleashed. Smiles back. Leading Light/The Pink Weasel: Okay he's literally just Applause by Lady Gaga. No need to explain this one but I will anyway. First of all, the Gaga connection to True Leading Light. Second of all, Applause is about how the singer is dependent on their fans loving them and how they're nothing if they can't put on a good show. I don't need to explain this any further. Dr. Hypnos: Just Take My Wallet by Jack Stauber! He misses the good times. He's a sad bitch despite his overconfident facade! He brought back his Team, Sleepless is his boyfie, but because Sleepless was never redeemed, there's a schism between him and the rest of his Team, one he fears he'll never be able to fix...Ah, shit, this might just be True Hypnos as well. Specifically thinking the lyrics of "Your mama's cryin' / Your mama's cryin' for you" (referring to how his Coomer thinks he hates him) and "What's the kindest way to say / You took away my friend, my buddy / What's the kindest way to say / The end?" (referring to how he lost his team, but then when he got them back, things weren't the same anymore between them). Power Trip/Hot Pink Bitch Named Breakfast: Problem by Set It Off! What can I say except it's harsh, it's angry, and if you read the lyrics it's about a guy in a toxic relationship. He wants to be free but keeps coming back to destructive people, or in this case, destructive tendencies. Power Trip doesn't know what to do now that the game's been abandoned. He's pissed off. He's been used, left to rot, and the only sentient beings anywhere near him hate and fear him in equal parts. This could also be the other members of his Team @ him as well! Perhaps a mutual hate song. Overlord: Flowers on the Wall by the Statler Brothers. This song was a part of our childhood and despite the goofiness, I think it fits. Basically, premise is that there's this guy isolating himself and keeping himself in a loop of short-term good things to distract himself, or at least that's how I interpret it. Sound familiar? Especially the beginning lyrics of "I keep hearin' / You're concerned / About my happiness". People are worried about him. Despite everything, at least some of his Team are worried for him, and he doesn't know that Neo was worried too. But he keeps himself in the cycle of hurting others for a short-term serotonin boost because he doesn't know what else to do. Storyteller: Deep Sea Detective by the Gentle Mystics. The middle part of this song is also a little silly goofy but the intro and outro are VERY Storyteller. Just take a gander: "Please take my hand and guide me / Infinity is living inside me / Go with the flow it'll guide me / Infinity is living inside me". Yeah. Storyteller doesn't know that G-Man is bad news. In his mind, he still depends upon the G-Man to do anything. Yes, G-man allowed him a little bit of freedom to exit the void, but more like a dog on a leash than anything close to the freedom that Freeman has. In addition, Storyteller's job is... Telling stories! Yeah, he does stuff for G-Man, but he tells stories. And a good storyteller has a lot of stories to tell... Maybe even infinite ones? BONUS ROUND! Me, since I feel like you know who my source is now anyway: It would be really easy to go with You're Nothing Without Me. So I'm not doing that. Instead, I'm just putting my favorite song on here and stretching myself thin trying to make it fit! Presenting Dogwalk by Creep-P! It's loud. It's angry. It's chaotic. It's perfect. Specifically thinking of the pre-chorus here, which consists of "Leash laws, bitch / I'll fuckin' maul ya / I'm an old dog, bitch / I'll show you tricks you never seen before!" And I sure did show the assortment of Gordons some new tricks! They didn't know what was coming for them, I'll tell you that. BONUS ROUND FOR THE BONUS ROUND: G-VRV, Circa Episode 2: The entirety of the soundtrack for the movie Rio. He's building his illegal bird smuggling empire and getting his tan on. /j

[reneesbooks]

19, 20 and 23 for the road trip ask!!

so Keelan and Maura do actually go on a road trip to Guildi in chapter 6. they're in a hurry on the way there but on the way back there are plenty of opportunities for shenanigans. the longer the trip takes the more annoyed her cousin (ruler of the Guildin Empire, as if Maura cares) gets so Maura has plenty of incentive to stall bc she is that bitch. anyway road trip is a sea journey bc the road version would involve a very large desert and Maura hates sand.

ask game here

19. Imagine your OCs getting pulled into a side quest when one OC claims that they saw a cryptid

Keelan 100% makes the entire ship divert course because he thinks he saw a sea dragon. Like hypes up the entire crew to help him hunt the mythical Sea Dragon of wherever they are. Maura is rolling her eyes to hell and back but she goes along with it because sea dragons do actually exist and have some potent magical properties

20. What happens when the vehicle runs out of fuel in the middle of nowhere?

I'm imagining this being they get sucked into a deadzone by accident--like no wind, no current, big-ass heavy ship that has to be rowed out. Maura is like "i could fix this with magic and erase everybody's memory but watching it play out is funnier" and sits back with some popcorn while the crew scrambles to get the ship going again. Keelan is in charge of the scrambling and is NOT having a good time, very much wondering why Maura doesn't just fix it with magic and erase everybody's memory

23. Imagine your OCs stopping by the side of a quiet road to go stargazing. Bonus points if they all end up falling asleep together, warm, happy, and surrounded by their friends.

wouldn't you know it this actually kind of happens already in canon

The deck is empty, the ship anchored and sleeping. Maura leads him to the helm and lets go of his hand, reaching up to grab the intricate carvings on the posts of the shade. She hooks her feet in the carvings and pulls herself up along the post. Keelan raises his eyebrow but follows her lead, climbing up to the top of the shade and laying next to her on the thick canvas tied tightly between the posts.

“Birdie and I did this once when we went to Guildi,” Maura says after a minute. Keelan stares up at the sky, registering the sheer number of stars before looking over at her. She fiddles with the ribbons on her nightgown, chewing on her lower lip. “When she turned six. It was only a month or so before you arrived. I showed her how to climb this and Father was furious. He said it was too dangerous for a little girl to do such things.” She inhales shakily and he reaches over to take her hand. Her exhale is steadier. “He told me that I had to set a good example.” Her eyes flick up to the stars, their reflection making her whole eye glow silver. “So that night, I asked Levi to use magic to sneak us up here so that Birdie wouldn't be in danger of falling while she climbed up.”

She says nothing more for a while, lost in the memory. Keelan scoots closer to her on the canvas, pulling her against his side while he again looks at the stars. He searches for Leyna's Basket, the western star blinking brightly at him at the tip of Leyna's finger. He nudges Maura's arm. “Have you ever heard the story of Leyna, the goddess of grapes?”

She keeps her eyes on the sky. “I don't think I have.”

“The whole thing is long, but the important part tonight is the story of her basket. She had an enchanted basket that could turn even the sickest, most unripe grapes into perfect wine grapes. People tried to steal it, so she hid it in the stars.” He points, leaning his head up next to hers to help her find it. “See the loop of stars there, and the line that goes to the middle? That's Leyna's basket, and her finger, placing the grapes inside.”

“The western star.” Maura makes a soft sound that could be a laugh. “And that's why the best wine is made in the west?”

“That's right,” Keelan says with a grin.

She is silent for another minute before she lifts her arm, leaning her head against his. “See that little triangle there? That's the Three Sisters, the first witches in the world. Raedoran queens are said to be descended from one of the sisters' daughter. Legend has it they wrote a spell to raise the dead and hid themselves and their secrets in the heavens before they could wreak havoc on the world below.”

Keelan stares at the triangle, winking peacefully at him. “That's...that's an interesting story.”

“And there.” Maura moves her hand, pointing to another cluster of stars. “Teuthida and the Pearl Turtle. They're Birdie's favorite. Teuthida was a pet squid of the ocean goddess that swam too far one day and got lost in the stars and her friend, the Pearl Turtle, followed so that she would never be alone.” She traces the outline of the squid and the turtle in the air. Keelan looks over at her again. Her eyes are thoughtful, but not sad. “Do you think I'm swimming too far?”

“Hm.” He pulls her closer, tucking her against his side. She presses her cheek to his shoulder. “We are surrounded by stars.”

“That's not—”

“And I think I will follow you,” he adds quietly. “So that you will never be alone.”

They stay up there until dawn breaks over the horizon.

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[schrijverr]

I Dig You 8

Chapter 8 out of 8

Robin is tentatively excited for her first internship: an archaeological dig in the Netherlands, where she has been studying. However, when she gets there, Steve is there too. The dick of their uni that she now has to work with. Great. But being stuck digging for six weeks makes people bond and maybe he isn’t too bad. Maybe he can be her friend.

AKA an archaeology interns, modern, enemies-to-friends stobin au

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 8: Plans

The two have made their way back to the vacation home, deciding that while it gets dark late, they shouldn’t risk getting lost. They are trying to maintain a semblance of a normal sleeping schedule to survive the last week that’s coming.

However, once there, they decide that it’s not yet time for sleeping, so they’re sitting on the table – on not at, because sitting on tables is superior – and are chatting about everything and nothing, content with each other’s presence.

After a lull in the conversation, Steve breaks the silence by asking: “What about you, by the way? What do you want to do with your future?”

“I mean, I wanna finish my Bachelor’s with high enough grades to get into the Research Master, then specialize in materials, bones specifically, before doing my PhD, preferably with a minimal student loan debt. Then do research for the rest of my life, probably work at a uni and teach,” Robin says. She has had this dream for forever, so it’s an easy answer.

“You’re going to stay at the faculty here?” Steve asks.

“That’s the plan for now. I like the uni and I know the professors. So, I’m not planning on leaving just yet,” Robin says.

“So, you’re not missing your parents? People back home?” Steve asks. “You said you’re working, you don’t wanna go visit after this?”

“Can’t really afford the plane ticket,” Robin shrugs ruefully, for once not embarrassed to admit that out loud. “Besides, my parents are the only cool people there, I don’t really have a connection with most of my extended family, except my conservative grandma, so don’t really miss her. I do miss my parents of course, but there isn’t a uni with a good archaeology program nearby, so it wouldn’t really matter, because I couldn’t go see them regularly anyway, so why go there, you know?”

“That fucking sucks, dude,” Steve says. “When does it become socially acceptable for me to offer to buy you a plane ticket? I mean, you have cool parents, you should be able to go see them. This is so unfair.”

“Welcome to the world, buddy,” Robin rolls her eyes, though also touched by his reply. “And I already used up most of my vacation days, so I have to go back to work when I’m done here. If we’re still friends by christmas you can come over to mine to celebrate and I will turn a blind eye if you pay for the plane tickets and forget to send me a Tikkie.”

“Didn’t we just decide to be friends forever? I’m holding you to that,” Steve grins. “I wanna meet these mystical parents of yours.”

“Daisy and Thomas Buckley are the most boring people alive, but whatever floats you boat,” Robin informs him, though she’s fond. She loves her parents and she can’t help but get happy whenever their friendship is confirmed. It might sound a little sad, but she needs that validation or her brain convinces her it’s all a trick.

“I like boring,” Steve replies.

“Yeah, that tracks,” Robin ribs him, quite literally.

“Ouch!” Steve pouts, clutching his side. “You’re mean.”

“And you like me anyway,” Robin grins brightly, because it’s true. Steve knows what a judgmental bitch she is and he still wants to be best friends.

“Sadly,” Steve jokes.

“Who’s being mean now?” Robin says, putting on a huge pout.

“Oh no, it is me. However, shall I repay you for this horrendous slight against you?” Steve asks dramatically, draping himself over her, which almost makes her topple.

Robin shoves him off, while being carefully so he doesn’t actually fall off the table as she huff: “You’re such a dork, I don’t know why people think you’re cool.”

“It’s called being confused 90% of the time so people think you’re aloof,” Steve says as he sits back up again.

“That’s stupid,” Robin says.

“I know,” Steve shrugs.

They’re quiet again. Between the trees the sun is setting and Robin knows they should be going to bed if they don’t want to fuck up their schedules, but that would mean ending this moment and she is too attached, so she stays quiet.

Steve is the one that breaks the quiet again. His voice is more serious again as he asks: “Do you want to stay here or move back to the States when you’re done?”

“Haven’t really thought about it,” Robin says honestly. “I mean, I’ll be twenty-two when I’m done with my Bachelors, twenty-five with my Master and then a PhD is between four to ten years. I’ll be twenty-nine at the youngest. I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Why?”

“I mean, I’d be sad if you moved away,” Steve admits softly.

Robin tends to forget she is a person in other people’s lives, so she’s taken aback for a second, before a happy feeling floods through her. She says: “I’d miss you too.”

“That’s- that’s good. Is that weird to say?”

“Probably, but I don’t think so,” Robin replies. “I’m bad at being friends with people, but it’s easy with you. This is nice.”

“Can you believe you hated me five weeks ago?” Steve randomly comments.

“I didn’t hate you,” Robin lies.

“You totally did,” Steve laughs, poking her.

“I thought you were annoying and a stupid frat bro, I didn’t hate you, because that would mean I was more invested in you than I was,” Robin retorts to save face.

“You were bitter about Tammy,” Steve singsongs.

“Ugh, are you ever letting that go?” Robin groans.

“Never,” Steve tells her smugly.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“… Fuck. No, I don’t,” Robin sighs, though she’s unable to help the smile. She can’t believe how fast her opinion of Steve changed, but she’s glad for it. Idly she says: “It’s going to be weird to not be in your space 24/7 after this.”

“Yeah, it is. You can always come over to mine, you know? Hell, you could move in and that would be cool,” Steve agrees.

“What?” Robin chokes, surprised by the offer, but not for the reason you’d think. “You haven’t offered anyone that. Carol and Tommy both complained – loudly, I might add – how much of a dick move that was of you.”

“Tsk, of course they did. I don’t want them to live with me because they throw parties every weekend in their own house and I actually like my personal space, and not living with people, who don’t clean and make fun of the way I eat,” Steve scoffs.

“Wow, yeah, okay, they sound horrible,” Robin says, unable to fathom living like that. She likes her own space too.

“Tell me about it, I don’t know why it took me this long to drop them. They can be the worst,” Steve says. “I guess it was just what I thought friendships were supposed to be like. Befriending people at the archaeology faculty, like Argyle – he’s super cool, by the way – made me realize that was actually not normal, lol.”

Robin fights the urge to make fun of Steve for saying lol out loud, since she can recognize when someone is trying to make something sound less serious. Instead she nods: “Yeah, I can get that,” before smirking: “Sooo, I am worthy of living in the Harrington residence?”

“Yeah, you’re cool,” Steve responds more easily than Robin would have thought. “And we’ve kind of proven we can live together just fine. I’d help you move and everything.”

“Wait, you’re for real?” she asks, looking at Steve with wide eyes. She kind of thought he was joking, but he sounds pretty serious.

Steve looks back like she is weird for not getting that yet. “Of course, why would I joke about that?”

“I don’t know, that sounds like something you should think about before offering, right?” Robin shoots back.

“Why? We’re students, people move in impulsively all the time,” Steve answers. “It would actually be a pretty normal thing to do.”

“Except that your parents would be my landlords,” Robin points out, not even daring to ask what the rent situation would be like.

“No, the house is in my name, remember? I’d be your landlord,” Steve says.

“That doesn’t really make it better,” Robin informs him.

Steve shakes his head, suddenly looking excited as he says: “No, it does make it better. Think about it. I can charge you nothing and if my parents ask, I can just say you’re my girlfriend and they’d understandably let you stay for free, because they are terrified of me being anything but straight and then I can get as much money out of them as I can, before they cut me off. I’d be perfect.”

“You- you want to beard in the year 2023 to scam your homophobic parents out of money?” Robin asks incredulously, unsure if she understood correctly.

Steve nods.

“Well, that does sound pretty punk to do,” Robin admits, because when she thinks about it, that is hilarious and she’d get a house with no rent out of it in the actual city the uni is in, so she won’t have to take the train every day.

“Is this you agreeing?” Steve asks her, excitement not having left.

“Yeah, sure, let’s become roomies,” Robin laughs, a little disbelieving at how she ended up here, but delighted nonetheless.

“Yay,” Steve cheers, doing a dorky little dance that Robin joins in with, because why the hell not?

With that decided, they lay down on the table side by side, looking up at the slowly appearing stars as they continue to plan how to move in together, arguing if they can move furniture by public transport or if they need to find a person with a car they can borrow, since neither of them are qualified to lease one.

“We can’t carry my bed frame with just the two of us!” Robin exclaims. “How are we even fitting it in the tram or train for that matter.”

“You see people with crazy shit in the train all the time,” Steve argues back. “I’ve seen people with a fridge, like a hundred suitcases, people with a floor length mirror and people with a big ass chair. We can totally take your bed with us on the tram.”

“Okay, fine, even if it’s allowed, have you seen my noodle arms? I can’t carry it and even if I could, I am not coordinated enough to pull that off,” Robin says.

“I can do it by myself.”

“You cannot carry a bed frame by yourself. We need a car.”

“Who do you know with a car?” Steve shoot back.

“No one, you’re the one with friends.”

Steve is quiet for a second, then says: “… Argyle has this beat up van. He’ll probably help us move if we buy him pizza at the end of the day.”

“See, problem solved,” Robin says self-satisfied.

“I still think I can do it,” Steve pouts.

“Well, you’ll just have to find that out in your own time,” Robin informs him. “So, what about chores? Are we making a schedule or like splitting it on preferred tasks?”

And on they go, deciding how to organize chores and cooking, what to tell people that ask and what they prefer when it comes to studying and noises, making a list of rules. By the time they’re done, it’s already late and Robin knows they fucked up their sleeping schedule just a little bit, but neither of them care.

The next day, they both sleep in for a change, doing a familiar dance through their small kitchen as they make their breakfast and get ready for the day of lounging around, before they have to start up again for their last week on the dig.

If Robin had expected Steve to change his mind overnight, she doesn’t get a chance to ask if he had, because Steve excitedly tells her they can have Dutch Days where they try to only speak Dutch, because he looked it up and if she wants to teach here at the uni she needs a minimum level of Dutch, so they both have to practice.

After that time seems to fly by with the last week of the excavation seeming to not last longer than a blink. Before they know it, they’re standing around on their last day, waiting for Jeroen to fill in their evaluation, so they can add it to their final report, before leaving to spend the last day in the vacation home that has been their shared home for weeks now.

They’re both a little melancholic as they write their final daily report together and make dinner (pasta for the dozenth time), before going to sleep.

The follow morning, Robin is also awake early and they clean the vacation home together, so they’re not leaving it a complete sandy mess, before Steve goes to give back the key, while Robin watches the bikes.

With their bikes packed, they make their way to the local train station, traveling together until they’re at Utrecht, where they have to split up.

It’s a little weird to say goodbye, so Robin says: “So, uhm, we’ll meet up soon?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll text you,” Steve agrees.

Suddenly Robin is struck with a thought and she says: “Do I even have your number?”

“I don’t know, do I have yours?” Steve replies, pulling out his phone.

“Can you imagine if we don’t?” Robin giggles.

“It would be very on theme,” Steve giggles too, weird tension broken again. He asks: “Are you in that big group chat with everyone from first year?”

“Yeah, I am, you too?” Robin says.

“Yeah,” Steve confirms.

“At least we have each other’s number,” Robin laughs, amused at the situation. “I’m going to save you in my phone as Airhead Himbo.”

“Rude, I’m saving you as Pretentious Dick,” Steve says.

“That’s rude,” Robin protests, though she’s grinning.

“You started it.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll change it to Schmuck,” Robin concedes.

“Is Bone Lady better?” Steve asks with an equally amused look on his face.

“Totally, that is epic. I will wear it with pride.”

“I somehow feel I got the short end of this,” Steve says, though it’s clear he thinks the whole thing to be hilarious.

“Live with it,” Robin winks (naturally failing at the action, but Steve is a good friend, who doesn’t mention that). Then she sees the time and curses: “Fuck, I have to run if I wanna catch my train. Don’t forget to text me,” she calls out already running.

“I won’t! Bye!” Steve yells at her as she sprints to the right platform, barely catching her train with the struggle it is to get her bike in with her.

Once she is finally seated she checks her phone, seeing a few texts from Steve that read:

You run funny

Oh my god that’s rude

Sorry

I love you

Pls, still move in with me

Robin snorts out loud and texts back: omg ur a fucking loser lmao, oc ill move in with u, dingus

Then she takes a second, before she adds: love u too, have a safe trip <3

Steve sends back a string of emojis that is more suited for a granddad, who should not be allowed near technology. Most of them are heart-shaped or heart-adjacent, so Robin decides it must be a positive thing as she smiles and shakes her head.

They continue texting for the entire time and Steve comes to visit the next day, pointing at all her furniture as he continues the argument of whether or not he could lift it by himself and if it would fit into the tram and train, while Robin is packing all her little trinkets.

Argyle is luckily down to help them out, so Robin never has to actually stop Steve from attempting to lift her desk and it turns out the dude is very cool. Robin hasn’t worked with him, but she has seen him around, but never talked to him.

As the new year starts, the two of them learn that Argyle is the only person at the faculty, who is seemingly not weirded out by their sudden attachment, because they get a lot of weird looks and curious questions when they show up together for the one little thesis talk at the starts, Steve giving Robin a piggyback ride.

However, the two of them shake it off easily. By then they’ve been living together for three months already and are very comfortable together. They just click, it just works for them.

Robin sometimes can’t believe how lucky she is with Steve (and she is thrilled that Steve thinks the same, a fact he informs her off multiple times a day, especially at the end when they’re chilling on the couch and she is running her hands through his hair, because it’s so so so soft).

When she got to that excavation and seethed that she could never be rid of ‘that fucking guy’ she couldn’t have imagined how true that statement was and how happy she’d be with that outcome, but here she is and the future has never looked brighter.

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A/N:

I feel like maybe they’re speed running the whole best friends thing, but they’re also stobin, so you know xp

(Also they totally still live together rn with ten cats and shit)

[divinamour]

I know you didn’t reblog an “ask me about my character” meme or anything but I’m curious—-how did you get into Skrulls? What caught your fascination? How long have you had your characters and what gave you your ideas? How have they changed since their original conception? No need to answer if you don’t want, I know I’m probably asking for a novel here!

Flicks cigarette out the got damned window.

Definitely don't think it'll be... a 'novel'. It's gonna be KINDA long, but definitely not 'read more' long. I hope. I wrote this part first, no idea how this is gonna end and I'm not going back to edit this.

Fourteen years ago I think in... June? So fourteern years ago, two months from now, I was living my best life! I was- fourteen? Fourteen, going to school, hating myself, etc. etc. All the hits. All the good ones, all the big ones. And then one day my Grandma came by and was like 'C'MON! We're going out to get Chinese!'

Yadda yadda yadda, we finish eating, step outside. Storefront right next to the Takeout? Comic Book Shop! (Which was closed down when I went back to see it on vacation. Friend told me it closed down a few years ago too. Damn. Anyway!)

Go inside, I'm looking around, I'm looking around. Pick up a Spawn Issue, grab a Batman comic, think it was New 52, might've been Court of Owls, don't really remember, and the- !!! Oh, what's this? Who's this- this green alien man glaring at me? Marvel Omnibus for an Event? Holy shit I've never had an Event OMNIBUS before, this sounds awesome! Who the- What's... What's the 'Secret Invasion'?

And that was fucking it. I read the WHOLE thing that day, all the tie ins included. I went on the internet started looking these little green bitches up. What's their beef? I remember them from Marvel Ultimate Alliance, but- I mean the Super Skrull was just a top-down bitch for me to bully in that game, I didn't respect him! But after reading about their war? Their gods, their struggles, them getting their asses WHIPPED by Norman Osborn?! (Shout out Norman, I see you killing Veranke! Love you, bubbe!)

About a week after I got through the Omnibus I was HOOKED. I was all fucking in, chief. I was ABOUT IT. I can't tell you WHAT it was about the Skrulls that made me sit up and pay attention. Can't tell you what line of dialogue, or what issue, what fucking writer?

My favorite part of Secret Invasion wasn't even the Skrulls! It was T'Challa defeating the Skrull Invasion of Wakanda by his fucking self. HE had the best line in that whole event.

Warskrull Hybrid with Beta Ray Bill, Bullseye, Elektra and Wolverine's powers: You can not defeat me. I have been trained my entire life specifically to kill you.

T'Challa, walking up ready to get to it: Then you have already lost. For I have trained my entire life to defeat the unknown.

WHAT!??! YOU CAN JUST SAY THAT!? TO AN INVADING ARMY THAT HAS SOLDIERS MADE UP OF LIKE... SEVEN OF EARTH'S GREATEST THREATS! AT A TIME!? AND HE WON TOO! He killed the invading force and wrote 'SKRULLS STAY OUT OF WAKANDA' IN SKRULL BLOOD ON THE ROYAL TOWER FOR ALL TO SEE.

Fuck the Skrulls, I want more of THAT from T'Challa!

Anyway, digressing a bit, I have no idea. Truly. I hate Veranke, can't stand her, and she was the only real 'named' Skrull in the event. Kly'bn and S'lgurt's words got repeated a lot, but they were really only there to get fucked up and set in motion some NEXT cosmic event for readers not to give a shit about.

My favorite Skrull in the whole event sort of... disappeared in the middle of an issue and then never reappeared again in canon. Or if he did, I have no idea cause he wasn't in the rest of the event and he's not on any MCU cast lists yet so?

I made the FIRST iteration of the Cosmic Skrull blog in 2015. The first post on that blog was on September 29th, 2015 and it was a picture of a toolbox, because Ana'Hira wasn't supposed to be a GODDESS, or an INFILTRATION EXPERT, she was supposed to be The Mechanic!

She was supposed to be a Sage / Reverse Forge character. She could see something, break it down with her cosmic awareness, understand it perfectly, and then recreate, create specs for it, etc. etc. The original story was:

Eat all her siblings, combine their Power Cosmic with hers, and escape the Crunch.

Get caught by SWORD in a Post-Invasion Climate, be tortured by Abigail Brand personally, get turned into an asset for Earth.

Get broken out of the Peak by the Guardians of the Galaxy. Go DEEP into Space, avoid the empire and their bullshit, live life as a merc!

Had to scrap or rearrange a lot of that for this version of the blog. Cut out all the story parts that had to do with writers I'm no longer writing with and adjust things to account for how powerful Ana'Hira's become in years past.

Making Angela & Beatrice Ana'Hira's daughters instead of her 'identities' is me taking the old iterations of this blog, the characterizations and story beats and compressing them into characters that can still exist and be thrown around, without them being T H E driving forces of the cosmic plot, or whatever that means.

8 years worth of changes, growths, downfalls, regressions. It's a lot! The girlies have been through a lot. Ana'Hira's Primary Terran Disguise used to be a White Woman! I think THAT'S honestly the biggest change.

Going from This

To this

I love her just as much as I used to... but I actively hate her now too. Make of that what you will.

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 17: Shameful Company | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

// 🎧 Mood Music: Shameful Company by Rainbow Kitten Surprise 🎧 \\

The speed at which your gaze darts from Viktor to the woman in the doorway while they talk is almost dizzying.

You notice that her face looks a little flush and she tends to fidget with her glasses when Viktor speaks or even looks at her. She did just come out from a warm-ish building, maybe the cold air is fogging up her lenses or something…

“We must’ve had the same idea.” A soft grin creeps onto his face while he looks from her up to the top of the building. His brows raise while he examines how impressive the size of the structure is. Still, he seems genuinely happy that she got there before he did, even though that probably meant he lost out on renting the space.

“I guess so…” She sounds a little guilty about beating him to the punch. Must be a good spot for the work they’re trying to do. “Although maybe we could share it?” She looks over at the man that you assumed had been showing her around.

“Can’t, we need the rest of the space for apprentices—only have enough room for one extra.” The man looks over at you, almost sizing you up and you turn your head while you try to place where you’ve seen him.

Viktor purses his lips, shaking his head before he turns back to Sky. “That’s alright, I’m happy you found a place for your work.” His smile is warm, even sweet when he meets her gaze again and you can’t help but notice her eyes darting from him, downwards, back up—that looks dizzying too. “And I’m excited to see what you present.” You can tell he actually means what he’s saying to her and doesn’t seem put out at all. You think she must be a really good friend until you notice her body language.

She’s fidgeting with her glasses again, and unable to hold eye contact with him before she’s barely able to murmur “You too.”

…ahhh hell.

She likes him too.

“You’re The Butcher’s boy aint ya?”

All of the color drained from your face when the soot-covered man spoke. You feel both Sky and Viktor’s eyes on you while you swallow and try to quickly navigate how to handle this. Anytime you heard someone refer to your father as ‘The Butcher’, it definitely wasn’t a compliment.

“Well…Remy’s now.” You finally placed where you knew him, he’s one of the blacksmiths that helped forge the weapons your father needed years ago. You haven’t seen him since you were a kid, but this wasn’t exactly the time or place you wanted this reunion to occur.

He scoffs and his shoulders tightly pull the fabric of his shirt when he crosses his arms, causing the muscles in his forearms to bulge even more. You don’t remember him being quite this behemoth, but clearly a lot has changed…except for his pleasant disposition.

“S’pose that’s true. I’ll never understand why a guy like him would risk his reputation for that son of a bitch’s kid.”

You catch a view of Viktor over the man’s shoulder and his expression is one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are piercing, practically boring a hole into the back of the man’s head. His brows are knitted tightly and you make a mental note to never get on his bad side.

While you were thankful that he clearly wasn’t happy with how this guy was talking to you, you also didn’t want to see him upset. This was nothing you hadn’t heard before, but watching Viktor witness it was something that hit you harder than you were anticipating.

You gather your composure with quick inhale and address the man. Despite his words creeping under your skin, you brush off his comment and lean into pretending to feel small—which you’re sure was his goal anyway.

“Guess he’s a sucker for a charity case.” You pause when he takes a step towards you and you force a strained smile while you hold your ground. “Lucky me.”

The blacksmith takes another step and his massive frame casts a shadow as he towers over you. He had to be twice your size...you need to play this smart—you couldn’t take him in a fight and again, this isn’t the time or the place for any of this.

You notice Viktor start to take a step as well, but you subtly flex your fingers out by your side—silently asking him to stay where he is. He glances down to your hand and pauses. While his expression looks pained, he does as you ask and doesn’t move any closer.

“Listen, you both look like smart kids.” Even though he’s facing you, you know he’s talking to Viktor and Sky. “But this one’s got rotten lineage—bad blood.” The man doesn’t even flinch while he talks about you like you’re not even there. “This isn’t the company you want to keep if you want to go anywhere.”

“I’m afraid you and I don’t share that sentiment, sir.” Viktor’s voice startles you and your eyes widen when you hear how guttural it’s become. His mild demeanor completely ransacked by a low tone with sharp edges as his accent hangs onto the ‘t’s and d’s’ in his sentence. “And I’m capable of discerning the kind of company worth keeping.”

You glance over to see that this time, it’s Viktor that doesn’t flinch.

You can’t fight the faint grin that ghosts onto the corner of your mouth, your eyes are heavy with admiration and the visible anger within him slightly subsides once you catch his eye.

The blacksmith scoffs and turns to address Viktor one more time. “You’re better off sticking with her.” He motions to Sky and your poker face that you’ve maintained while under scrutiny finally falls away when he starts to walk back towards the warehouse.

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders, but that one...” He jerks his head back to motion towards you before finishing his unsolicited advice. “That one will bring you nothing but trouble.”

You knew he was mostly talking about Viktor’s career, but it felt so much heavier than that. You also knew there was a good degree of truth to his words. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you obviously weren’t about to make his life any easier.

But all of that feels contrived when Viktor’s eyes never leave yours. He barely even acknowledges the man that passes him, sending a message that he’s done talking about this and only responds with a calm and even voice.

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Let me know if you need help moving your equipment in.” The blacksmith talks to Sky one last time before going back inside.

You didn’t hear what she said in return, your attention is completely fixed on Viktor as he starts towards you. Your shoulders feel heavy, your eyes tired. A slow inhale is all you can manage to try and recover from the entire situation. That and Viktor’s gentle expression as he watches you come down from your adrenaline high.

“I’m not one to say I told you so.” You start, a smirk forming on your face as you huff a small laugh.

“Mm…well don’t start on my behalf.” Viktor’s tone is light, even amused while he straightens his jacket. “I consider that a bullet dodged. All thanks to your…ehh,” His brows twitch teasingly while a grin spreads across his face. “…infamy.”

You notice how quickly his anger has already faded and feel your own heartrate slow again. Just standing by him settles you down, and his playful energy only takes the edge off even more.

“You’re welcome then?” You joke, but when he pauses and glances up from buttoning his coat, the sly grin he gives you sobers your expression up immediately.

“That’s more like it.”

…send help.

“I’m so sorry, Viktor I had no idea.” Sky’s voice is rushed, breathy and sounds absolutely mortified.

…not exactly what you had in mind, but that’ll do.

“He was a completely different person until he saw…” She looks over at you and then back to Viktor.

“[Y/n]. And it’s not your fault.” He looks back to you and motions to Sky. “[Y/n], this is Sky. A…ah, colleague of mine.”

You hold your hand out for her to shake. “Nice to meet you, Sky.”

She smiles weakly, seemingly still shook up about what just happened before responding with “Nice to meet you too. I still can’t believe that just happened.”

Your nose crinkles while you shrug. “Sylas is honestly great; he trains some of the best blacksmiths in the undercity. You’ll have a good set up here.”

Viktor cocks a brow after you say the man’s name. He parts his mouth like he’s about to speak to you, but Sky responds first.

“You…know him?”

“Knew. But he shouldn’t give you any trouble. He’s harmless unless you’re…uh…me.” You give a crooked grin to lighten the mood but Viktor quips back dryly.

“Your definition of great is concerning.”

“Given the past 24 hours, that’s what you’ve found concerning?”

Viktor’s lighthearted chuckle is contagious and you can’t help but laugh as well while he tries to say “Fair point.”

You almost get wrapped up in the sound of his laugh, but manage to catch Sky’s expression shift.

“Sorry, just been a wild day already.”

“Same here. Have you two eaten? Maybe we can grab some lunch?”

You didn’t want to break the news that you both had a late breakfast and decide to leave that to Viktor.

Instead, you check your pocket watch and bite your cheek when you see how late it’s already gotten. “I’d love to, but I actually have a few things I need to go take care of. Thank you for the invite though.”

Sky nods at you before looking at Viktor. You catch her biting her lower lip while she waits for his answer and you tighten a strap on your bag so you can move better on the rooftops. Watching her crush on him doesn’t exactly bother you, but after recent events you don’t think your self-esteem can take another hit right now.

“You two have fun. Good luck hunting today, Viktor.” You tighten the last shoulder strap and exchange a grin with him before you start looking for an alley with a fire escape that you can reach.

You only take a few steps before he has you grinning ear-to-ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Broken Bones // H.S.

"You fucking moron!" Mitch exploded. "What were you thinking?"

Harry growled at him. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of-" Mitch threw his hands up in the air. "Not that big of a deal! Harry! You're an international super star! People are going to notice when you have a cast on."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "We don't even know if it is broken yet."

They both looked at his hand. It was cracked and bleeding, bruises appearing rapidly. It was bent a little but you couldn't see a lot under all the blood and bruises.

"Well, does it feel broken?" Mitch asked scathingly.

Harry flexed his hand trying to move his fingers. They moved with a little pain. It felt funny. Like something had disconnected a little.

"I don't know." He moved it again. "Feels a little funny."

Mitch took a deep breath, trying to control his anger. "Come on, I know someone who works in the hospital.”

"No!" Harry growled at Mitch. "I don't need to go the hospital."

"Well what do you want me to do? Wrap it myself. Be your little bitch for a week, listening to you moan and complain aboout how much it hurts." Mitch’s sarcasm was at an all time high.

"No." Harry sighed feeling defeated. He hated hospitals. And he hated people he didn't know touching him and talking to him.

"Let's go." Mitch said, his voice much softer than before.

Harry followed him to his car, trying not to stay calm. The anger that had caused him to punch the wall repeatedly was still coursing through his veins, and the pain radiating through his nerves was not making him feel any better.

The ride was silent, almost suffocating. They were both trying to contain their anger. Harry’s at the world. Mitch’s at his friend and his self deprecation. Normally he was pretty good at hiding his self loathing. Even so, he had not been happy in a long time. Not since Covid had hit. Everyone had bad days.Everyone had lost someone or something to the virus. But Harry too caught up in grieving to participate in the world around him. It was a good thing he had a pretty face and good voice.

"Why'd you punch the wall?" Mitch finally asked. His voice was hard but Harry knew he was concerned.

"Wanted to get rid of the pain." Harry answered, eyes closed, head back.

"By causing more?" Mitch questioned, trying to keep his voice even.

"No." Harry's voice was tired. "By transferring it somewhere else."

"Harry." Mitch’s voice was terribly soft. "You've got to stop doing this."

Harry did not answer, did not even look like he heard what Mitch said, or he didn't care. Mitch sighed, pulling into the parking lot of the hospital. He pulled out his phone calling someone .

"Hello." She sounded tired and Mitch felt bad disturbing her.

"Hey." Mitch smiled slightly despite himself, he missed her. Their schedules often prevented them from seeing each other more than a couple times a year.

"I'm about to walk into a patient’s room." Her voice sounded regretful. "I have to go."

"I'm sorry." Mitch started, sighing. "Harry punched a wall."

"Harry as in Styles? Are you coming to the hospital?"

"We're already here."

“I can be down in fifteenish minutes."

"That'd be great." Mitch could hear the relief in his own voice. He didn't want Harry to be here any longer than he had too. "Where should we go?"

"I will meet you around back."

"Thank you Y/N," Mitch said into the phone.

"Anything for you, Mitchy." And then she hung up.

Harry was still leaning back with his eyes closed. His hand was starting to throb. He could no longer move his fingers without feeling a lot of pain. It was not a very good sign. Mitch had been right when he yelled at him earlier. He would not be able to book any gigs with a cast on his arm. And his arm was definitely broken. But he had enough money to take a break anyways and he had been debating about taking one anyways. He was tired.

"Y/N is going to meet us around the back in 15 minutes." Mitch said, looking at Harry for any reaction.

He only nodded. Y/N. He liked that name. It was really pretty. He wondered if she would be too. It had been a while since any girl had enamored his attention. He'd be sorely disappointed if it was some 60 year old lady. His lips turned up involuntary.

"Alright, let's go." Mitch said when thirteen minutes had passed. He did not want to keep her waiting but he did not want anyone to see them either, for her sake and his.

Harry climbed out of the car and followed Mitch to the back, hands in his pocket. His nerves for the doctor had disappeared in the thirteen minutes they had been waiting. His hand was full on throbbing now. He needed some pain medication or something.

They reached the door and waited, leaning against the wall. Harry wished he had a cigarette. It wouldn't look as suspicious and it would help him calm down. They did not have to wait long until the door was pushed open.

They both turned around and Harry felt like he got sucker punched in the stomach. Her name paled in comparison to her. She was beautiful. Something that he had become so desensitized to. And she was most certainly not some 60 year old lady. She looked his age maybe a year or two younger. And she certainly held herself like a doctor, confident and proud.

She smiled at them, motioning for them to follow her. Harry couldn't help but smile back, even if she didn't see it.

"I'm Y/N." She told him when they stepped inside. "And you must be Harry."

"That would be this idiot." Mitch answered for him.

Y/N smiled again. "Well this idiot can tell me what's wrong."

"I punched a wall." He took his hand out of his pocket, feeling more sheepish now than he did before. "I think it might be broken."

"Alright, let's have a look at it. One of the x-ray technicians owes me a favor." She started walking down the hall and towards the elevator.

Harry took her in from the back. She was wearing blue scrubs with a white coat on top. Her hair looked silky smooth from her head in curls all the way down her back. He wanted to wrap his hands in it, and just play with it for hours.

She came to a stop at the wall with the elevators and pressed the up button. It dinged and the doors opened. It was 2 in the morning and the hospital was pretty empty as far as emergency rooms go. He was grateful for that. He didn't feel like pushing any women off of him, or have any paparazzi notified of his whereabouts.

The elevator lurched as it came to a stop on the third floor. Harry followed her out and to the left. She was walking like she could do this in her sleep, and she probably did on days when she had to pull long shifts. He couldn't be a doctor. Not with all that schooling and pressure.

"Ryan." She said, peeking her head into a room. "I'm cashing a favor in."

A grunt came from inside and then a tall male stepped out of the room rubbing his eyes. "Girl, I just laid down."

"And you can lay down again in like ten minutes." She started walking again. "I just need you to take a few x-rays for Harry so I can fix it."

Ryan started as he looked at Mitch and Harry for the first time. He looked shocked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. "Sorry, I didn't see you guys there."

Harry nodded. Ryan gave him a bad vibe. Nobody as good looking as Ryan was that nice, Harry would know.

"Does this mean we're going to be even now?" Ryan asked, attention back on Y/N.

"Nope." Y/N popped. "Barely scratching the surface."

"Come on." Ryan begged. "I don't like you having this over my head."

Y/N grinned manically. "Guess you should keep you dick to yourself."

Ryan groaned, glancing back at Mitch and Harry. "Shhhh. You promised you weren't going to mention it."

"They don't even know who Matt is."

Ryan clamped his hand over her mouth. "But Sarah does."

"Exactly." She threw his hand off her mouth looking disgusted. "And she already knows all about it so keep that hand that you do disgusting things with with a disgusting person off of my face."

Harry grinned, her mouth was a giant turn on.

They all stopped outside of a room, following Ryan in. He instructed Harry to put his hand under an x-ray where he continued to poke and prod at it to get different angles. It took all of Harry’s willpower not to grimace or wince in pain. It hurt.

"Alright, I'm going back to bed." Ryan walked out of the room as Y/N printed out the x-rays. They were almost impossible to see in the dark but Harry could still see the abnormal angle his bones were at.

"Come on, I cleaned a room for you guys." And they followed her out and down the hall again. She walked into one and shut the door behind her. She went to the view box and placed the x-rays on the giant view box. Everything was noticeable now and Harry had to look away. His bones were cracked in several places.

Y/N’s eyes were flying across the x-rays taking it in. Her hands traced certain lines on his arm before she turned to him.

"I don't have any pain medication I can give you since you’re not technically here." She said looking sympathetic. "But I can give you a prescription, a cast, and you can come back every couple weeks to make sure it's healing properly.

Harry nodded, secretly excited. That meant he'd get to see her again.

"You broke your arm in three places." She pointed to different areas on the X-Ray screen. "Luckily they were all clean breaks so we don't have to re-break anything. Although, thinking about it, you might have enjoyed that."

Harry let out a surprised laugh. He kind of wished he would have met her in a different situation, one that didn't make him look like such a giant idiot.

"I'm going to go get the cast material so we can get you on your way." She left the room with another smile.

He stared after her until Mitch smacked the back of his head.

"What?" He growled at him, rubbing his head.

"You think she's cute."

"So." He had no defense.

"Are you going to do something about it?" He questioned, eyebrows raised.

"Not this time." Harry signed, running his hand through his hair and down his face.

"Why not?" Mitch demanded.

"I literally met her 5 minutes ago." He said, looking at Mitch like he was crazy.

Mitch sighed, shaking his head.

Sounds of wheels on the ground reached their ears. And then Y/N was walking through the door with a little table stacked with wrapping materials.

"Okay, I'm going to have to position you arm so it heals right, this might hurt a little." She pulled a bottle of pills out of her jacket. "I had some Ibuprofen in my purse if you want some."

Harry nodded. God yes. She unscrewed the lid and shook three into the palm of his hand which he promptly dry swallowed.

She put the bottle away and started getting the stuff ready.

"Let me know when the pain lessens." She said, waiting to move his arm.

"Its lessened." He says in a few minutes, it felt loads better.

"Try to stay still." She grabbed his hand with one of hers and a sleeve with the other. She pulled it on slowly and than started wrapping his arm with padding, angling his arms so they would heal nornal. It hurt, but he didn't move. And then she was wrapping it in thicker material and adding water so it hardened. It was white, thankfully not some absurd color.

"Thanks." He said as she started placing everything back where it belonged.

"Sure." She smiled at him. "I'll give you my number and we can discuss when you should come in again." She paused. "Or you can go to another doctor."

"No." He blurted out. "I mean, as long as you don't mind, I'd rather stick with you."

She smiled at him. His cheeks were red and he felt hot. "Okay." She wrote her number on a prescription pad, along with some directions of what to do.

"Thanks again." He said, putting the paper safely in his pocket. "I really appreciate you doing this for me."

"No problem." She smiled. "I'll walk you guys out."

They followed her, stopping at a room so she could drop off the cart.

"Try not to punch anything else, yeah?" She said as he walked by her, feeling the cool air on his face.

"No promises." He grinned over his shoulder.

"Thanks again." Mitch said, stopping to hug her. "And he won't." He shot Harry a glare.

"You got it." She waved at the two before walking away, the door shutting, blocking her from his view.

"Don't do anything stupid." Mitch said as they walked away.

"What do you mean?" Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Like punch a wall with your other hand so you can go see her again."

"I promise I won't." Harry laughed. "I'm going back in a couple weeks, remember?"

"Two weeks is a long time."

"Not when you have her number." He patted his pocket. "And I plan on using it."

Mitch laughed, shaking his head. "You have to call Jeff."

Harry groaned, pulling out his phone. He found his contact and pressed call, wishing more than ever that he hadn't punched a wall, but then the paper in his pocket flashed through his mind and he didn't mind as much.

"Hey Jeff, listen, I did something stupid," He started, a smile on his face.

Harry brought a cigarette with him this time, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. He loved watching the smoke, it relaxed him like nothing else did. It faded fast, something he wished lots of things did in his life.

"You alright?" A voice cut through the melancholy atmosphere he had created for himself.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Her voice and her smile. The two things that had been occupying his brain so much over the past two weeks that it didn't have much room for anything else let alone the song lyrics he was supposed to be coming up with.

"Yeah." He said, looking at her as she slid down the wall next to him. She looked tired, even more so than last time. "Are you?"

She nodded, eyeing his cigarette. He didn't know if she was going to tell him off for smoking or ask for a blow. He offered her a drag, hoping that it was the case.

She took it gratefully, blowing out a puff of her own smoke, head falling back on the wall. She was beautiful, hair falling around her shoulders, illuminated in the moonlight.

"Aren't doctors supposed to know the ramifications of these things?" He asked, grinning.

She handed him back the cigarette, letting him take his turn.

"We do." She paused, opening her eyes to look at him. "Medical school kicks your ass. Coffee stops cutting it and you don't exactly have any time to do drugs or alcohol."

"Nicotine is a drug." He pointed out uselessly. She was a doctor.

"But it has the opposite effects. Most drugs make you less focused, nicotine makes you more focused, more relaxed."

He handed her back the cigarette. "How old are you anyways, you don't look old enough to be a doctor."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." She laughed. "I am still a fellow, not quite finished with my ’schooling’ I am 28" She laughed. "Let's go get you checked out before I get called for another patient."

He stood up, offering his hand to her. She took it, letting him pull her up. The cigarette dropped from his hand and he stomped it out with his foot. There was a stand to put them, filled high with cigarettes next to the door. He picked it up and dropped it with the rest.

"These are all yours?" He asked, grinning over at her.

"Not even close." She grinned back, swiping her card. The door buzzed and they walked in.

"Does that X-Ray technician still owe you a favor?" He asked.

"Yeah." She looked over at him. "And he'll owe me until the secret comes out. After what I had to witness, there's no way to forget that."

"Can't what you're doing for me get you in the same trouble." He asked.

Her eyebrows furrowed, pressing the up button the elevator wall.

"I mean, can't he blackmail you back?"

"Oh." She shook her head. "No, cause he's done it too. It's kind of like an unwritten benefit, we all help each other out. The amount of times I've checked for STDs for him." She trailed off shaking her head

"That's disgusting." Harry let out a surprised laugh. Before he could say anything else a pretty nurse stepped out of the elevator, knocking into him.

"Oh, I'm sor- Harry Styles?" She asked, surprised.

She then started to scream but Y/N covered her mouth.

"Mia" She said, trying to calm the girl down. “Breathe. We work with celebrities everyday…we live in LA. I am going to take my hand off your mouth now." Mia nods

Harry looked at Y/N.

“Sorry.” Mia says “I am a huge fan!”

Harry gives her a smile, “It’s alright love, always great to meet a fan.”

She smiled back then turned to Y/N,

"See you later Y/N."

"That reminds me, Jeff wanted to know how long this would take to heal." He said, watching as she pressed the button.

"Between a month and two months as long as you don't try to rush it." She looked at him. "Your cast is filthy." She laughed, noticing it for the first time.

"I know." He groaned. "And I've tried so hard to keep it clean, it's just like a magnet for dirt."

She laughed again. "I'll see if I can grab a different color this time."

"You don't have to." He shook his head. "Whatever is easiest for you is easiest for me."

They walked out of the elevator, stopping at the door they grabbed Ryan from.

"Ryan!" She called, walking in.

Harry peeked around the corner to get a look inside. It looked like a break room. Coffee machine, table, refrigerator. The only real difference was all the beds on the sides. They all were all empty but one.

Y/N bent over and shook him. And then she was walking back towards Harry.

"Is it always this empty?" He asked.

"No, it's not a very busy time, the other two technicians working are either taking X-Rays or laying down somewhere else."

They waited a beat and then Ryan was walking out the door. He looked more tired than last time too, hands running down his face.

"You're killing me Y/N." He said, glaring softly at her.

"Shouldn't have slept with the floor's slut, or just let it out, then no one else can blackmail you for favors." She said smartly.

"Dr. Black would kill me, he seems to be under the impression that he's tamed him." Ryan snorted as Y/N pulled a face of disbelief.

"Seriously." She looked at him nodding. "That's ridiculous."

He nodded, looking at Ryan. "I'm Ryan if you haven't figured it out."

"I'm Harry. I'd shake your hand but." He trailed off, looking down at his wrapped hand.

"What did you do to Y/N to get her to help you? I need something to stop her from asking me for favors." It sounded nice enough but Harry didn't like the vibe it sent him.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It's for Mitch."

"Oh." Ryan said. "I understand now."

Y/N let out a laugh. "Mitch is in Harry’s band."

Harry nodded. He didn't like this dude.

"Gotchu." Ryan took him into a room. Y/N stayed with them, much to Harry’s relief, and cut off the cast. It looked slightly better but it was still angled weirdly. The bruises were darker and looked older. He looked away pointedly, there was just something about looking at pain that made you feel it.

Then Ryan was moving his arm around, getting good shots with the X-Ray. It hurt, his wrist hadn't moved at all in the past two weeks and even touching it made a searing pain flair through his arm.

He was happy to walk to his room with Y/N, away from the horrid X-Ray machine. And technician.

Y/N placed the x rays on the view box, flicking the light on. His arm was definitely mending, but that's about all he could tell from the x-rays, he was no doctor.

"It's coming along nicely." She said, taking her eyes off the x-rays. "You'll probably only have to get it checked a couple more times before you're home free."

Harry nodded, somewhat disappointed. He was going to have to find some other way to get in her life.

"I'm going to go get the wrapping material." She exited the room and Harry sighed, laying back on the bed.

It was funny, how his arm stopped itching the moment he could itch it again. He flexed his fingers, feeling pain from the stiffness and brokenness. He hoped it would heal quickly, he had forgotten how annoying casts could be.

The sound of wheels appeared from the ball and then Y/N was walking in, pushing a cart.

"Arm." She held out her hand, taking a seat in front of him. He happily gave it to her. She washed his arm quickly and gently, it didn't smell very pleasant.

"Sorry." He muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

" Please. " she rolled her eyes. "You should see some of the things I have to deal with."

"I'd rather not." He grinned.

She repeated the process she did last time. Setting his arm, wrapping it, and then wetting it. It was white.

"Thanks again Y/N, I can't say how much I appreciate you doing this." And he meant it.

"It's alright." She said, squeezing his other hand. "Of all things Mitch could have asked me to do I'm really glad it's you."

He laughed, distracting himself from the need to grab her hand and never let go.

"I'll walk you out." She said, pushing the cart out the door. He followed her, looking at his cast. His arm already felt disgusting again, he couldn't wait for it to be off for good.

"See you in two weeks?" He asked, stepping into the elevator after her.

"Are you not going to Sarah’s birthday on Friday?" She asked, raising both her eyebrows.

"Are you going!" He asked, excited, he was looking forward to seeing her somewhere that didn't make him look like a right idiot.

"Yeah." She laughed. "For once I'm not working."

"You work a lot?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I don't really mind. I don't have a lot of obligations outside of work so they tend to stick me wherever they need me."

He stopped at the door, turning to look down at her.

"Thanks again Y/N." He hesitated and then pulled her in for a quick hug. "I'll see you Friday."

"Bye Harry." She smiled up at him before walking away.

Harry watched her go until she turned the corner, a smile taking over his face. He pushed the door open, resisting the urge to pump his fist in celebration. But when the door closed behind him he honestly couldn't help but punch the air a little, this could be the start of something great.

[writersblog20]

Beach day and a stormy night

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: To go swimming with your friends at their private beach sounded great, even more so when you learned that Chris would be there and maybe the set up of your friends worked out better than you thought it would.

Warnings: age-gap (reader is in there twenties but it isn’t mentioned), maybe being a little scared of a storm, sexual tension

Words: 3,3K

A/N: So a lot of shitty things had happened last week and it seemed to be going a little calmer today. Anyway sorry for my inactiveness, my energy batterie is really drained. I hope to be writing for Henry and Sebastian soon though!

Beach day and stormy nights

It was a warm summers day and you and your friends decided to go to the beach today since everyone, miraculously had time off of their hands. One of your friends had a private beach behind their huge house so you all agreed to go there and have a barbecue after and stay over for the night.

Scott had texted you that he would bring Chris along and that he was excited to see you, which you though that Scott was exaggerating. You and Scott were great friends, always watching crime documentaries together and that’s how you met Chris. Scott knew about your ‘little’ crush on his older brother and tried to get you two together alongside your mutual friends.

You parked your car and walked up to the beach house of your friends with your dog Sammy. You were glad that you could bring Sammy so he could run around and take a dip as well. You recognized Scott’s car and knew the boys were already inside.

You rang the bell and Ellie opened up “Hey girl! How are ya?” she asked you while pulling you into a hug. “I’m good! How are you?” you asked and made a little chit chat before walking into the room where the others were. Sammy already made his way inside to greet everyone inside. You could hear Chris laugh and Ellie noticed that you got distracted by it. She chuckled “Okay girl, we’ll talk later, we have a lot of catching up to do but for now, say hi to ‘everyone’ else.”  She told you sort of mockingly in a playful way. You rolled your eyes with a chuckle and walked inside.

Once Scott saw you, he immediately got excited and stood up to give you a big hug. You looked past Scott to see Chris giving you a heart fluttering smile while he was petting Sammy, who was plastered by his side. Once you hugged Scott you walked to David and the others to hug them as well. Finally you would say hi to Chris and he immediately stood up.

He never lost eye contact with you and smiled the entire time you looked at him. Yeah you were smitten with him to say the least. “Hey sweetheart, how you doing?” he asked you with his Boston accent while he wrapped his arms tightly around you. Your heart fluttered even more while his cologne hit your nose and felt him this close to you.

Chris was a older than you but age didn’t matter to you. You were attracted to older men. Well maybe not older men in particular but men who could behave and be mature, which was already hard to find but Chris had it all besides, he’s so extremely hot that it hurts.

“I’m good, how are you? You look great!” you told him and you saw he felt flustered as he blushed a little and smiled shyly, something you were not used to by him. His hair was a little grown out and looked so fluffy. It was for his new role in Ghosted. “I’m good, thank you and have you seen yourself? You look great too. It’s nice to see you again, it’s been too long.” He told you while complementing you. This time it was your turn to feel shy and flustered.

“Yeah it has been too long. I like the hair.” You told him with a soft, shy smile. He chuckled “Yeah you do? It’s been a bitch to get ready but thank you.”  you smiled and there was a silence while you stared at each other, only to get out of the trance by your friends. “So let’s go swimming then! I’ve already got everything set up over there!” David told all of you.

You and Chris looked at each other and down again in shyness. “Well, let’s go Sammy.” Chris looked at your dog with adoration in his eyes. You saw it and recognized the look since he had given you that same look sometimes. You smiled softly at Chris who didn’t noticed it. Sammy was wagging his tail happily.

“I should’ve brought Dodger along” you heard Chris say. “I’ll bet they would be great friends.” You told him honestly. He chuckled “Oh I’m sure of it! He’s with my mom right now but next time I’ll bring him if you bring Sammy.” He told you and looked at you with a loving(?) look, it seemed almost. You smiled at him “Next time I’ll text Scott to let him know that I’ll bring him.” he nodded softly. “Or…. You can text me?” he told you almost shyly and it made your heart do leaps.

“Or that. I just don’t have your number….” You told him and he immediately got his phone out, awaiting for you to give him your number. You told him and he called you while looking at you. Your phone went off and he hang up. “There. Now you do.” He told you with a smile. You chuckled softly and thanked him as you both started staring again and you couldn’t deny the tension you felt.

You broke the intense but sweet eye contact and looked behind you but everyone was already by the beach. “Should we?” you asked him and he nodded. You both walked towards your mutual friends. “So how are you doing? Any new projects?” Chris asked and always seemed genuinely interested in you. You told him excitingly about your new projects. You wrote a book ( which was just finished) and Netflix caught up to the story, asking you if they could make a series out of it while you would be a co-director.

The other project was about a very interesting trial of a killer. You were making a documentary also along side Netflix. It was tough because it was real life but it was so interesting and you were just so excited. “How come I haven’t read your book yet? I love reading!” You looked at him quite surprised “You do?” he nodded “Yeah absolutely.” He seemed actually excited for you. “Well, my book is at the publisher right now so when they are done it’s going to be sold. You know what, when I get my hands on it, I’ll send you one.” He smiled while looking at you with the same look he gave Sammy.

“Thank you… I… I can’t wait to read it!” he told you a little stuttering, which made your heart flutter already.  “Just let me know what you think after okay? And don’t be afraid to be honest.” He gave you a smile “I will! Don’t worry.” He told you and you arrived where your other friends were.

“Hey there they are!” They joked and you both felt a little embarrassed. Everyone was already in their swimwear. That was when you realized you would see Chris without a shirt and you felt butterflies in your stomach but that got away very soon once you realized that he would see you in your swimwear as well. You had a hard time taking off your dress and you looked at your side where Chris was. He looked at your body but once he noticed that you saw he looked away and took off his shirt.

You forgot about your bikini for a second and felt your cheeks heat up. Scott gave you a beer and winked at you, making you feel more comfortable. Scott stood next to you. “You really do look good and trust me I’m not the only one thinking that….” He hinted towards Chris, making you look his way again. Once you looked Chris looked away as if he was a deer caught in headlights.

You and Scott started to chat about new documentaries that you were seeing and gave each other tips or opinions on that matter. Everyone hinted to go swimming and you looked around for Sammy who was standing next to Chris. You smiled softly while Chris was petting Sammy but once Sammy noticed that you were looking at him he came paddling your way. “Hey boy” you said happily and scratched him behind his ear.

Chris walked up to you, Scott and Sammy. “So let’s go for a swim then?” you suggested and they agreed. You all walked up to the water and you had a hard time not to stare at Chris. You stood with your feet in the water and Sammy followed you but was a little agitated.

Once you got in deeper, Scott swam to your friends while Chris stayed next to you. It felt like your friends tried to set you up more than usual today. You encouraged Sammy to come with you. He loved water but he just needed to get used to it. He finally started swimming towards you and Chris, making you smile. When Sammy was next to you, you held him. His paws were on your shoulder just like his head. Chris looked with love and adoration at the two of you. “This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” He told you with a bright smile while he placed a hand over his heart.

You carefully placed some water over your dogs head so he could cool off. Sammy was just absolutely chilling and relaxed at this point, his eyes half closed as he enjoyed the moment. Chris came up a little behind you so he could softly pet Sammy. Yeah, taking your dog today was one of your many great ideas!

You chilled in the water for a while with Chris, talking about many things. It was the first time you both talked for this long and both noticed that you had many things in common, making you fall even more in love with the man. It was like you couldn’t be separated today as you both stayed side by side. Which made your heart flutter the most was when you made Chris laugh loudly. When you did that a feeling of pride came washing up to you.

After a while you decided to go out of the water. When you arrived at the towels, you laid down, Sammy by your feet. You enjoyed the sun but felt goosebumps rising up. Chris handed you a beer with a loving smile which you returned. Once he wasn’t looking you started to check him out. Your eyes falling on his tattoos and abs. He looked at you and this time you felt caught. He smiled at you teasingly and you felt your cheeks heat up while you looked away.

Chris sat down next to you. “Are you cold?” he asked you. “Just a little.” He nodded and walked to his bag. “Here, I have an extra. You can put my shirt on so your dress doesn’t get wet.” He gave you a dark blue shirt. “Are you sure?” You asked him with the shirt in your hand. He smiled “positive.” You smiled back and put the shirt on.

You both got back to chatting and felt like the only two people on the planet right now. You and Chris even started playfully flirting with each other. Sometimes by comments but mostly by looking and giving each other a teasing smile. You never felt this much butterflies in your stomach before.

After a while you decided on swimming again. You got the shirt off and Chris gave you a teasing look. “What?” you asked with an uncomfortable chuckle. He raised his eyebrows for a minute “Nothing. Just you looking good.” He told you boldly with once again a teasing smile, making you feel flustered and your cheeks heating up again. “Well, you should see yourself….” You told him with a chuckle, making him laugh.

You walked into the water, which was colder than before. All of a sudden you felt a pair of arms picking you up and running in the water. You automatically placed your arms around Chris but he threw you in before you could comprehend what was happening. This wouldn’t be the first time someone would throw you into the water but with Chris it was different. He was actually very careful as not to hurt you.

Once you got up from the water, Chris laughed and you got a grin, jumping on him. You both started to laugh as you clang to him like a koala on his back. He placed an arm around you and got you from his back and placed you more against his chest, your legs still wrapped around his waist. The laughter slowly died down once you both started making eye contact. There was a certain softness and gentleness behind his eyes.

His arms were wrapped around you and you noticed that Chris came closer to your face but before something could happen, Sammy swam towards you, splashing you both with water as the laughter picked up again with the antics of your beloved dog. Even though it sort off ruined the moment, Chris was still holding on to you and your legs were still wrapped around his waist. Sammy nudged you and Chris with his nose, making you both chuckle and giggle. After a while of playing with Sammy in the water it was time to get out and join the barbecue.

You and Chris tiredly walked towards your friends and joining them. You quickly placed on Chris’s shirt again and once you did you locked eyes with the man. He gave you a smile which you returned quickly.

Your friends made a fire and placed chairs and cushions around it after the barbecue. You sat on a cushion with obviously Chris next to you. Your back started to ache because you couldn’t lean against something. You stretched a little and Chris noticed your discomfort immediately. “You okay? You can lean against me.” he whispered to you. You gratefully thanked him and leaned against him while he placed his arm around you and suddenly you were actually glad that your back ached.

You got back to your conversation with Scott and Chris with David. You all chatted for a while until you felt splashed of water on your skin. You all looked up and saw that the stars were gone and the sky was even darker than normally, hinting to bad weather.

“Alright, let’s get everything and everyone inside.” David told everyone and each took something with them. Once everything was cleaned up, someone suggested a movie and everyone agreed. Turns out they would play a horror movie. Chris was next to your side and Sammy laid down by your feet. Chris carefully placed his arm around you, hoping to be smooth.

You felt your lips turn into a curl upwards. Once the movie started and you were halfway through with multiple jump scares throughout, you leaned more against Chris for protection and warmth as you snuggled against his chest. His arm no longer behind you but now around you, holding you tightly.

After the movie, David told everyone where they were sleeping and who they shared a room with. Obviously your friends had placed you and Chris together in one room. They told you that you had to sleep in one bed because the mattresses were all gone. You and Chris rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what they were planning.

You and Chris walked upstairs and freshened up and stood in front of the bed. The rain was hitting the window and roof very hard. “I can sleep on the ground if it makes you feel more comfortable.” He told you genuinely. “Oh no, don’t worry. I don’t want you sleeping on the ground. We’re both adults right?” he gave you a loving smile but looked away since he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so he also stopped the teasing and flirting for now.

It wasn’t a very big bed but this had to do for now. “Where do you want to lay?” Chris asked you. “Can I sleep against the wall?” You asked him, making him smile “Of course, whatever you want sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered again from the nickname. You crawled into bed and Chris followed behind. You noticed that he was on the edge of the bed. He really didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. He actually rather be uncomfortable himself than that you would feel like that with him.

You said goodnight and closed your eyes even though you didn’t feel tired, you still tried. All of a sudden a loud clap from the thunder was heard and it was close by, making you jump a little. It wasn’t that you were scared from storms, you just didn’t like it when they were close by.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Chris told you softly as he looked at you caringly. The thundering got even louder, making you more jumpier and let’s be honest, the horror movie wasn’t helping it any more. “Can you…. maybe…. Hold me?” you asked very carefully, scared you might cross his boundaries but instead he smiled at you very lovingly. “Of course sweetheart.”

He made his way off the edge and got closer to you, pulling you into his arms and making your head rest on his chest while his fingers drew circles on your back. You let your hand rest on his chest and noticed that the thundering didn’t scared as much as before. Chris’s other hand massaged your head and you felt yourself grow more relaxed. “Thank you Chris” You felt him kiss the top of your head. “No problem sweetheart, no problem.” You couldn’t contain the smile that was plastered on your face.

You both listened to the storm that went over the beach house. “I really like you Y/N… Have since I first laid my eyes on you….” Chris softly confessed. You looked up at Chris while he was looking from the ceiling down to you. “Really?” He smiled softly “Yeah, but once I really got to know you, I just fell in love pretty hard…” You felt your cheeks heat up and it was like there was a rollercoaster in your stomach, through your heart.

“If you haven’t noticed…. I really like you too.” You told him honestly with a soft giggle. He smiled “Can I take you out on a date then? I want you to feel special because you are, in a good way of course. And I don’t want to do anything so you know I’m serious about you. I really, really like you.” You smiled and giggled again, making him smile brightly. “I would love that Chris and again, I really like you too.” He looked at you adoringly again. He wasn’t making any steps towards you right now because like he said, he wanted to let you know he was really serious about you, but you really wanted to kiss him. You laid your hand on his beard covered cheek and you noticed that Chris started to melt into your touch and softly kissed the palm of your hand.

You carefully got up a bit while Chris looked intently into your eyes. You slowly came closer, so if he wanted to pull away he could but instead he cupped your cheeks with his hand and lowered you down to his lips. You both melted into the kiss and just enjoyed each other right now before you felt his tongue carefully slip in as you moved more into the kiss.

He quickly dominated the kiss and it made the butterflies go loose in your stomach. After a while you both parted for air. The tension was sharp for a minute as the only sound was the rain, thunder and panting of the two of you. Chris licked his lips “So does tomorrow works for you?” He asked you, not wanting to break the tension between the two of you. “Tomorrow does work for me actually.” You told him before placing your lips on his again in a more heated kiss.

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[eternal-armin]

lil blood.

vi begrudgingly seeks your assistance on her search for silco's location in the lanes. even though you were once enemies, you worked together- the fight just ended with you in tears, and her offering you comfort. enemies to friends to lovers because... why not cw: a good amount of cursing, light descriptions of blood and gore, hints at reader's traumatic past, hints at a past of a bully vi, one very light mention of sex.

your gloved fingers pinched the bridge of your nose. "i can't fucking believe i'm saddled with you for this shit. why did you choose me for this and not that piltie... girl you were with?"

"i know the lanes, but not as well as you do. she doesn't know them at all. plus, you're the only half-decent fighter down here silco hasn't gotten to." vi responded. she sounded annoyed that she had to say anything civil or complimentary to or about you.

as much as you would love to thank her for her words, you couldn't help yourself. "wow, violet. i haven't heard you praise anyone in literal years." you replied, voice as saccharine as you could make it, pairing it with a similar grin. "seems you lost that charm about you."

"fuck's sake- like you would know anything about charm. tell me again, who's the last person you ever fucked?"

you stuck your tongue out at her, flipping her off. "i don't need people railing me to know i'm more charming than you are. anyway, are we gonna get this bitch, or do i have to keep listening to your nauseating voice for another ten minutes?" you crossed your arms, tilting your head at her.

vi scowled. you could just see in her eyes that she wanted to toss one back again. "fine, whatever. i don't wanna stay in your presence any longer than i have to."

"finally," you groaned.

"shut. the fuck. up."

you could admit that vi was a better fighter than you were; you weren't as prideful as some would believe you to be. so imagine your surprise when she showed up at your place, banging on the door, impatient as ever. begging- asking- demanding that you fight someone with her. having the balls to tell you to leave your safe space and fight by her side? oh, how satisfying it would've been to slam the door in her face and tell her to shove it.

but you... thirsted for revenge yourself.

so here you were, beating a bodyguard into a small brown stain while vi tried to extract info from the main person you were after.

"he wasn't there!" vi delivered a hearty punch to the lady's cheek. she held the woman up by her collar, nearly choking her out. "where the hell is silco! tell me, and i might let you live. don't tell me, and you'll end up like your friends over there. so spill!"

you reeled back your kick once, twice more, digging into his side, each one ending with a resounding crack from his ribs. you only stopped when you were tired, when your leg ached, stumbling back from his body.

"he moved nearly halfway across the lanes. how did you not already know?" she choked out, her weak voice half sarcastic.

"i need a specific place, damnit. this is your last fucking warning."

all of a sudden you snapped back to reality. it felt like a switch was flipped. you could feel the crisp, heavy air in your lungs, the sweat on your skin, the clothes on your body, the blood that had been splattered on you. you could see the alleyway you had hesitantly followed vi into.

worst of all, you could see the mess of gore you had left that bodyguard in.

"god, finally," vi muttered.

the woman landed with a thud on the ground, gasping for air. "now get the hell away from me!" vi shouted. and ma'am did as told, running back to her unlit abode.

even though your awareness had come back, you couldn't move. your stomach churned with nausea. it had been so long since you were confronted with things of... this nature. you'd been lucky enough to avoid it for so long, and now, all of a sudden, it was thrust back into your face with paralyzing guilt to boot.

"[y/n]."

you remained silent. vi scoffed.

"what? you're tellin' me you're scared of a little blood?" she sounded like she was on the verge of laughing, pushing your shoulder. the ability to move finally returned to you, and you looked up at her with a shaken expression.

her amused expression instantly turned to shock. you looked like you just saw someone kill your parents. your eyes were wide and scared, jittering with disbelief. your lower lip trembled, trying to form any words, but lacking the strength. more than anything, you looked grievously overwhelmed by something that rocked you to your core. vi had never seen you like this- vi had never seen you sporting an expression even close.

"holy shit. what the hell happened? did he say something to you?" what the hell could he have possibly said to make you react like this?

"i... i'm gonna go home." your voice was quiet. hollow. out of everyone, why did you have to react so strongly to this memory of your past life? every single terrifying memory, every bad fight, every horrible injury hit you like a 20-foot wave. the state of your family flashed in and out of your vision until you felt dizzy.

you took a step away from the body, feeling relieved that it was even out of your vision. but vi's hand clapped down on your shoulder, pulling you back to her.

"vi, i'm really not in the fucking mood right now." you tried to sound intimidating. what was supposed to be a hiss came out as a tremble.

"fine, we can walk," vi compromised, walking slowly by your side. "what the hell happened to you? why did that mess with you so much?"

"you've been gone for years. shit's gonna change."

"yeah, i'm getting that. i just wanna know what- what happened? you used to be like a silco on our side. sure, we never got along, but i knew that you were a damn good fighter. what changed?"

"a whole fucking lot. with vander gone, and you gone, everything was thrown out of balance. my folks were killed in front of me for some low bounty they didn't have the money for. and i had to kill just to survive. and i regretted every single time i had to do that. and for a few years after that everything was... kind of peaceful." your eyes filled with tears, and you just let them fall down your dirty, red-stained cheeks. you hadn't expected to monologue, but it felt... nice. "and then you just decided to come back. come back and fuck me over again like you always used to. so get your damn hand off me and let me go back and hide in my apartment."

"you- you didn't have to come with me, [y/n]. i had no clue about any of that." vi's voice had softened just a little. it was almost comforting, but the quivering scowl on your lips remained.

"you didn't make it sound like i had a choice."

vi took a breath as if to speak, before sighing quietly. "i'm sorry."

"sure."

"i'm being sincere, here, damnit. i'm sorry that i fucked things for you tonight, i'm sorry that i forced you to come with me. i'm sorry for all the bullshit i've said in the past, okay?"

you furrowed your brow slightly, but otherwise, you almost relaxed. "i... apology accepted. i'm sorry too. for... the shit i said. and being a bit of a dickhead of a kid," you added the last part with a little chuckle. it felt heavy, but it was better than nothing.

"you were a dickhead of a kid," vi mumbled, laughing along with you.

"oh, you're one to talk." you laughed a little harder. even though vi feigned offense at first, she laughed harder too. it felt strange to forge any sense of camaraderie with someone you could've considered an enemy. but she knew exactly- or almost exactly- what you were feeling, and right now, you had no one else.

the door to your apartment now looked more lonely than before. you hesitated to open it, even though you craved the comfort of your surplus of blankets.

"you sure you wanna be alone after that?"

"it was a... small thing. i'll be fine."

no, you wouldn't.

"it doesn't matter if it was a 'small thing.' you looked scared half to death, that's enough to warrant some support."

"from you? i'll pass." it was another kneejerk reaction, but you refused to believe that vi wasn't just making another joke out of you. after years of being at each other's throats, she's just all of a sudden gonna be nice to you because you had one tough night near her? bullshit.

"whether you like it or not, you need support. i couldn't get it, so i'll give it." vi's voice was perfectly confident- even if you tried, you couldn't change her mind.

admittedly, you smiled a little. "you're not just... making fun of me?"

"well, usually i am. not this time. get the hell in there." vi raised her brows at you until you opened the door. both of you were greeted by the sweet smell of incense, a welcome divergence from the stale odor of the lanes. you stepped inside, kicking off your shoes at the door. vi followed suit, much to your surprise.

"i thought it would be a lot messier, in all honesty," she commented. people down here don't really take much care of their living areas. made sense, since you were essentially a hermit now.

back, surrounded by things your parents had given you, surrounded by all the memories you associated with your old life, you just stood in the midst of it all. tears once again stung at your eyes, taunting you more with every passing second. you sniffled, pressing your lips together, which twitched into a frown.

dear lord don't let you break down in front of vi.

"[y/n]?" vi asked, quietly, leaning forward a bit to peek at your face. for a second, all she could see was you a few years back. back when you were both kids. after every injury, you cried like this when you thought no one could see. she used to make fun of it. gently, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

"hey, hey. it's okay. you can cry."

you still tried to hold back your tears, the second wave of everything crashing down on you. she traced her thumbs back and forth on your clothed shoulders, and somehow, that was what made you break down in loud sobs. resting your head against her upper chest, you let yourself cry for the first time in years. she wrapped her arms around you tightly.

you didn't know how to feel. for the first time in forever, you finally allowed yourself to be emotionally vulnerable. just... it was with someone you used to call your rival.

but her touch was so gentle and caring. you wanted to cry, if it meant she would be there to comfort you.

"i-i'm- i'm so sorry about this," you managed through hiccups and sobs. you found yourself holding onto her tightly.

she didn't laugh at you like she used to. "don't apologize. you don't need to. i get it. cry as long as you need to."

"y-your shirt's gonna-" hic "-gonna get wet."

vi chuckled. "like i care. i don't mind a wet shirt. once again, cry as long as you need to, idiot."

through your cries, you laughed a little. but that smile quickly disappeared, drowning in tears.

[jokenotfunny]

eddie x platonic! experiment! reader

can be seen as a slight! steve harrington x platonic! experiment! reader as well due to their cute little sibling antics so i’ll tag it as that as well. 😭

also ! i want to start writing little things about, seven! reader’s adventures with the hawkins crew , so you can send requests or asks about it if you want !

the in between series : van and eddie meet again 😼🫣

Part 4!

part 1 , part 2 , part 3

season 3, part 1: the summer of freedom

- you were about to murder your brother

“son of a bitch! steve i can’t believe this! i can’t believe your manager!”

“hey! language! and i already said i’m sorry, i didn’t think we’d have to be working that night.”

“yes you did! honestly sometimes it seems like you and robin are the only two employees there!”

- see, you had bought two tickets to see the movie “weird science” an entire month earlier than the rest of the world

- being that each actor in the movie’s hometown would get a chance to see it before the release date:

- so being that one of the actors was from fort wayne, they were supposed to be able to see it BUT

- something bad happened over there so it got moved to hawkins instead!

- poor them but yay you right?

- anyways robin (steve’s really cool coworker) was supposed to go see it with you, but then you found out that they couldn’t take off early for the night of the movie.

“what am i supposed to do with the extra ticket now?” you asked walking back into your room, with steve trailing behind you.

“why don’t you just give it to max?” he asked gesturing to the girl sitting at your vanity.

“because i’m going to see “day of the dead” with the boys” she said.

“what about your sister?” he asked

“hopper doesn’t like when she’s in places with too many people.” you explained.

“i’ll just return it i guess.” you sighed.

“if you really want to see it with someone, why don’t you just wait until next month, when it’s actually coming out?” steve asked.

- as if he didn’t just say the worst thing you could’ve heard.

“ooh, bad move steve.” max winced

“steven. you see this woman right here.” you asked seriously, pointing at a poster hung next to your bed, also next to your guitar.

- it was one of kelly lebrock’s vogue covers.

“if i get any chance to see this woman, especially early? i’m going to take it.” you explained.

“you and this weird obsession with kelly lebrock i swear.” he rolled his eyes, walking out of the room.

“see, he doesn’t appreciate her, which is why i invited robin, and not him!” you said to max, but yelled loud enough for him to hear, as he closed his door.

“whatever!” you heard a muffled yell through his door.

“you two are funny” max laughed at the two of your antics.

“i guess.” you crawled into your bed, laughing as well.

- a few minutes later, the sound of an engine revving, with loud rock music, stopped in front of your house.

“well, there goes billy. i’ll see you tomorrow though okay?” max said beginning to gather her things.

“yeah see ya.” you hugged her, before she walked out of the room.

- time skip to the next night, you, will , lucas, and max are waiting outside of the mall, for mike to show up.

“i swear, if he doesn’t show up in the next 30 seconds i’m going in.” you said, pacing back and forth

“just wait, he’ll show up soon.” will said

“i don’t even know why i have to wait anyways, it’s not like we’re seeing the same movie.” you rolled your eyes.

“so i don’t have to third wheel to these two,, and because you’re a good friend” will whispered, pointing at lucas and max, who were having a discussion.

“fine.” you relented

“you’re late.” you heard lucas say to mike, who finally decided to show up.

“sorry!”

“we’re gonna miss the opening.” will complained

“yeah, if you guys keep whining about it! let’s go!” mike said speed walking into the mall.

- lucas mocked him as you all quickly walked into the mall behind him.

“let me guess, you were so busy making out with el, and lost track of time right?” you said sarcastically., smiling at the glare he gave you.

“oh you’re so funny.” mike rolled his eyes.

“i’m just saying, you’re taking up all of my sister’s time, i mean one time i was hanging out with her, mike showed up, and then they just started making out right in front of me!” you said, before turning to max and will, telling them about that moment a few weeks ago.

- the rest of them went back and forth, before the group passed erica and her friends, leading lucas and erica to start arguing before max dragged him after you guys and into scoops ahoy.

- mike kept ringing the bell on the counter, in front of robin, waiting for steve to come to the front.

“hey dingus, your children are here.” robin called, not looking away from the group.

“again, seriously?” steve asked, looking at the group from the back window

- as they ran into the back after steve, you stayed at the counter and started talking to robin.

“quick! while he’s distracted make a break for it and come see the movie with me!” you joked, except you weren’t really joking.

“trust me if i could i would, sorry kiddo.” robin laughed.

“yeah, i know, well i’ll let you know how it went okay?” you exclaimed, going into the back, where steve was waiting with the back door open.

“wow, i’m shocked! i half expected you to show up in a suit and tie, ready to propose to kelly lebrock or anthony michael hall if they were here.” steve said sarcastically.

“hey, if they can’t appreciate van halen, then maybe they aren’t the ones for me.” you joked, gesturing towards your van halen shirt (that you aquired from a certain someone ;) )

“yeah, yeah, whatever, i’ll see you after okay? have a good time.” steve said ruffling your hair, as you walked past him and down towards the theater.

- time skip to you getting to the theater, just as the previews were almost finished and finding a seat in the back.

- there surprisingly were two seats left directly in the middle of the back row, being that a lot of people came to see the movie, so you sat in one and started pulling the snacks that you bought earlier out.

- not noticing that someone took the seat right next to you.

- and even if you did, you wouldn’t have payed them much attention anyway.

- as the movie was finally beginning, the opening scene of gary and wyatt, standing in the gym doorways playing, the movie screen, suddenly started to glitch, before shutting off completely, causing the crowd to start booing and throwing things at the screen.

“oh come on! you’ve got to be kidding me!” you exclaimed, i mean does the universe, just not want you to see your celebrity crushes or something?

- you thoughts were interrupted by the person sat next to you yelling:

“jesus h. christ, is this a joke?!” he yelled throwing, a bunch of popcorn towards the screen like the rest of the crowd , but instead it landed in a girl two rows down’s really poofy hair.

-she turned around, accidentally making direct eye contact with you two, as you both smiled and waved awkwardly at her, trying to stifle your laughter, before waving back and turning back around.

- you and the unknown guy next to you, looked at each other silently, before bursting out laughing, at the coincidence

“oh my gosh, i can’t believe that just happened. she’s gonna be pissed when she sees that!” he whispered to you, still laughing.

“hey, don’t pull me into this, that’s all you buddy.” you whispered back, still laughing as well.

“nope, you’re my accomplice kid, we’re going down together.” he laughed.

- before you could respond, the screen turned back on resuming from the exact same part, as the crowd cheered.

- throughout the movie, you and the unknown guy kept making quiet comments and jokes about what was happening in it.

- and before long, the movie was finished and everyone started to leave, you walking with the unknown guy talking about the ending.

“jeez, if she was my p.e. teacher i wouldn’t know what to do!” he exclaimed, holding his heart.

“right? i mean it has to be illegal to have someone that attractive, teaching a bunch of high school boys.” you replied, looking over at him.

- and now that he was no longer illuminated by the movie screen, you were able to see him much better.

- he had long curly hair, wearing a black metallica shirt, with black ripped jeans, and a black bandana hanging out of his back pocket.

- now i know that you guys know who this is, but right here right now, our precious sev, has no idea who this guy is

- being that the last time you saw him, his hair was curly, yes, but much much shorter, and he himself was shorter last time you saw him too.

- and don’t even get me started with him, as he got a good look at you as well, with your, much longer, curly hair, an assortment of bracelets covering your left wrist, therefore covering your tattoo, and mid-thigh shorts, the only thing he was able to recognize was your shirt

“oh, sick shirt! you a van halen fan, huh? i used to have the exact same shirt!” he asked pointing to your shirt that said “van halen 1978, world tour”

“oh! yeah, big fan! i didn’t actually go to this tour though, i was like 7 when it happened.” you responded.

“yeah i figured that, you seem kind of young.” he inquired, before saying,

“yeah my umm, brother! gave it to me, he went to go see them.” you smiled, your mind drifting back to eddie, recalling the story he told you about it.

“yeah van, that concert was so sick, you would’ve loved it!” eddie exclaimed, after you asked about the shirt he gave you. “but for now we can have a concert right here!” he jumped up putting on one of their songs.

- your memory and conversation, was cut off by a sharp yell

“hey! you two, assholes!” you two looked over to see what the drama was, and to your surprise (and horror) the girl from the theater with the poofy hair, was marching right towards you with an angry look on her face, and a few pieces of popcorn in her hand.

“shit!” you both said before speed walking through the crowd and away from the woman, hiding behind a pillar until she passed.

“i can’t believe you got me dragged into your mess!” you exclaimed, laughing.

“hey, i told you, you were my accomplice now! besides, you waved at her too when she looked at us in the theater.” he defended.

“well whatever, my name’s y/n.” you said, smiling and holding your hand out to shake his.

“well it’s good to know the name of the kid that i pulled into my life of crime! my name’s eddie!” he smiled shaking your hand

- your smile slowly faded, as your mind caught up.

“hey.. about earlier, you said that you used to have a shirt like this? what happened to it?” you asked nonchalantly, really hoping this wasn’t what you thought this was.

“oh! well uh..” he trailed off trying to think of what to say.

- i mean he couldn’t exactly tell you, that he met a girl with superpowers almost three years ago, who was on the run from what he was guessing was evil government people, and that he gave it to her to wear, and then she ran away, with said shirt still on her, and he hadn’t seen it, nor her since then.

“i gave it to myyy little sister! yeah, my little sister has it now! she thought it was cool so… yeah that’s what happened!” he exclaimed before continuing to ramble on.

“she’s in middle school too actually! not that i know that you’re in middle school, but like, you said you were 7, when the world tour was going on and she was too, so i just kinda did the math and y-yeah.“ he rambled rocking back and forth.

- the second he said the word seven, it was like your soul had left your body, with no intention of coming back.

- he said his name was eddie, he said that he used to have the exact same shirt that you’re currently wearing, and he said that he gave it to his sister!

- but before you completely jumped to conclusions you had to really make sure

“and.. what’s your sister’s name?” you asked, before seeing him look at you with his eyebrows raised, and a confused look on his face.

“i mean, because you said she was in middle school!” you exclaimed before he got suspicious.

“and i’m in middle school, too! i go to hawkins middle, so i was just asking because i might know her!” you quickly cleared it up.

“oh! okay, yeah. right. duh! her name is uhh.” he chuckled, realizing that he couldn’t tell you her name was seven.

“her name was van!” he said proudly, because that’s not a weird name or anything.

“…was?” you asked, trying not to tear up, because this is eddie, the same eddie that took you in all that time ago, and the same guy who kind of shaped you into who you are today.

“i mean is! is. her name is van.” he chuckled trying to clear it up.

- gosh you hadn’t heard that name in ages!

- now you were left with a dilemma, do you tell him that you know her really well, do you ask him more questions about her, or do you run away because by telling him that you’re who you are, could get you and him killed.

- because the eddie you left behind knew you had powers, and so did his uncle!

- and you don’t know if they ever called the authorities about it, but assuming thay you’re able to walk around freely, as long as you don’t expose your powers to everyone, you figured they didn’t.

- before you could say anything else though, a familiar voice, stopped you in your tracks.

“hey! what are you doing with her?” you heard steve’s defensive voice from behind you.

“oh! harrington, i didn’t expect to see you here! especially in.. that.” he smiled sarcastically at him, examining his outfit.

- wait, how did they know each other?

“yeah, whatever freak, i said what are you doing, talking to my sister.” he asked unnerved.

“steve, stop it. he’s not a freak.” you defended him, although it didn’t seem to bother eddie.

“your sister? no offense but you two look nothing alike.” he laughed, before thinking.

“wait, so this is the brother who went to see van halen on tour?” he asked you , as he laughed incredulously. “didn’t think “king steve” had taste!” he teased.

“munson, what are you even talking about, i don’t listen to that shit?” steve started to get annoyed.

“well, why don’t you ask your sister?” eddie started to get annoyed too.

“no, how about you, leave my sister alone, huh? what are you trying to peddle drugs on her or something!?” steve asked getting in his face.

-eddie laughed in steve’s face, getting closer as well, ready to insult him.

“steve, stop. we were just talking, okay! we were at the same movie.” you said sternly, as you tried to stop him before, it turned physical.

- steve didn’t exactly have a good track record when it came to figting people

“sev! stay out of this okay, if he was bothering you, i’ll handle it!” steve exclaimed holding his hand out for you to stay back.

“hah! please harrington, as if you and your little posse, haven’t bought from me before.” eddie teased, his nose almost touching steve’s, causing steve to move back.

- eddie was beginning to make another joke at steve, before his brain caught up to what steve called you.

“you know what whatever. just stay away from my sister alright, i’m serious. come on sev, we’re going back to scoops ahoy!” steve said.

“wait, hold on, hold on, what did he just say?” eddie asked, now facing you instead of steve.

“munson, are you deaf? quit bothering her, i’m serious.” steve warned, but, eddie ignored him.

“you said your name was y/n?” eddie asked you.

“i-“ you tried to explain, but steve cut you off.

“sev, you don’t have to answer that, let’s go.” he tried to pull you away from whatever was going on here but you halted.

“steve, wait!” you raised your voice at him.

“i really, seriously, need to talk to him, just for a second.” you pleaded at your brother.

“for what?” steve asked with his hands on his hips. what could his 14 year old sister, and now 3rd time senior, eddie munson, have to talk about?

“just, please steve. i promise i’ll explain everything, but i really need to talk to him.” you begged, on the verge of tears.

“gosh, fine!” steve relented,

“but i’ll be watching, and i swear if anything seems off we’re leaving!” he walked to a nearby table, where robin sat, waiting for him, as she asked him to catch her up on the drama.

- you turned back to eddie, taking a seat across from him, at one of the nearby tables, who was just honestly so confused, at everything that just happened.

“so… i’m assuming, that that’s not the brother, who gave you that shirt huh?” he laughed sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

“nope, no it’s not, i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know who eddie van halen is, honestly.” you joked, wiping your eyes, as you two started laughing again.

“so…what does sev, mean?” he asked, really hoping that the universe wasn’t playing tricks on him.

- you didn’t answer, only pushing your arm out to him, lifting your bracelets, showcasing your, “007” tattoo to him.

- just like the night you two met in 1983.

“soooo my name’s eddie. what’s your name?” he asked

- when you just blankly stared at him while eating he figured this wasn’t going to be a very productive conversation until you set the slice down, held out your arm and pointed at the inside of your wrist.

-he saw what looked like ink on the inside part of your wrist.

“007?” what’s that mean?

when you pointed to yourself and softly said “me” he almost missed it.

“yeah, that’s what i thought!” he whispered to himself, staring at the tattoo”

“you kept the shirt after all this time.” he stated.

“yeah, i guess i did.” you said wistfully.

“so… brother huh?” he smirked, remembering what you called him.

“hey, you called me your sister!” you laughed.

“no, i called van, my sister. you’re “y/n harrington”” he put quotes around your actual name.

“nah, y/n’s just what i tell people i don’t know. everyone calls me sev, except you.” you said.

“good to know, and i’m happy to see that you made it passed the “bad men” era of your life.” he joked again.

“gosh you look so different! but i mean i must’ve been impactful that week, if you’re dressing like that, almost 3 years later.” he said smugly as he gestured to your outfit and hair.

“eddie, i’ve missed you. and i’m so sorry for hurting your uncle” you got straight to the point, standing up and hugging him tightly.

- he was pretty caught off guard but stood up and hugged you back nonetheless.

“i’ve missed you too kid, happy that you’re alive and all that.” he smiled.

“and you didn’t hurt him, just surprised him a whole lot” he said, letting go.

“jesus christ! they’re hugging robin, do you see that?! why was she hugging him, why was he hugging her?” steve exclaimed shaking robin’s shoulder in panic.

“i don’t know?! steve! i’m sitting right here, seeing the same thing that you are! okay i don’t know!” robin exclaimed, irritated.

“oh my gosh, i just can’t believe steve “the hair” harrington, is your brother.” eddie laughed.

“that he is, but he’s a good one. i actually think you too would get along.” you smiled, looking at steve, who was going back and forth with robin still.

“well kid, it was nice seeing you but alas, this is goodbye.” eddie said suddenly.

“wait, huh? what do you mean?” you asked confused.

“i mean, not forever. now that we recognize each other, we’ll see each other around, but you’ve got a life now kid, go live it” he smiled.

“besides if my calculations from before were correct, you’ll be attending hawkins high next school year, right?” he asked, beginning to walk away.

“yeah? why?” you asked confused.

“you’ll see, it was nice seeing you again, van! have a great rest of your summer.” he bowed dramatically, before turning around and leaving the mall.

“…what the hell kind of reunion was that?!” you spoke outloud, throwing your hands up in exasperation, before walking over to steve and robin.

- timeskip to you and steve in the car on your way home.

“so you’re telling me… that eddie “the freak” munson, was the first person you met after you and el escaped hawkins lab, and he took you in?” steve asked, shocked but calmly.

“yes, steve, and i stayed with him for almost a week, before i found you guys.” you explained.

“that… actually makes a lot of sense.” he said decidedly, before pulling the car into the driveway.

“wait what? how does it make sense, exactly?” you asked, as you two got out of the car and went into the house.

“well, you’re obsessed with that music you always listen to, and you were so infatuated with that guitar, before i got it for you, and you were creepily an expert at said guitar, from the moment you touched it, even though you had just escaped from a lab, you said things like “fucking metal” and kept doing those weird hand gestures, and you chose for your birthday to be the same day as some rockstar’s so. yeah! it makes sense!” he listed off nonchalantly, before dropping himself on the couch.

“i guess my only question is what made you leave him?” he asked.

“i accidentally threw his uncle into a wall with my powers.” you winced, putting your head in your hands, also dropping yourself next to him on the couch.

“yeesh! so he knows then?” steve asked.

“yeah, but he didn’t really say anything about it, when we were talking? maybe he forgot!” you said hopefully.

“either way just please don’t tell hop!” you exclaimed. “eddie’s not involved with any of the upside down stuff and i really don’t want him to be!”

“trust me van, i’m not, i don’t want him to either, today was the most i’ve ever spoken to him and i’m hoping it’ll stay that way!” steve said turning on the t.v, flipping through the channels.

“so you aren’t mad?” you asked

“nope! actually now that i know, i’m kind of relieved, i guess! since now i know that you weren’t staying with some serial killer.” he said, before finally stopping at a rerun of jem and the holograms.

“okay, then.” you said, and started watching it with him.

- you still couldn’t get the last thing that eddie said to you out of your head, why did he say that he’d see you the next school year? didn��t he graduate already, being that he’s older than steve? oh well, you’d figure it out sooner or later.

a/n : that was ass 😾 and i decided that i was just gonna split up the actual events of season 3 and the reunion between sev and eddie into two parts, because i’m impatient and wanted them to see each other again 😭.

also ! i want to start writing little things about, seven! reader’s adventures with the hawkins crew ! so you can send requests or asks about it if you want !

@tuffluuhv @ohthatsalittlegay @sadbitchfangirl @reasontobebeautiful @uselessbutinteresting @creativedogs @howlerwolfmax @kik51199 @spookyscarydinosaur @kenzi-woycehoski

[ladyvesuvia]

Captain Maybank

PAIRING: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Crushing on a classmate and confessing to him three years later.

WORDS: 2.0k

WARNING(S): usage of she/her pronouns, cursing, kissing, fluff, messy writing kinda, NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: for @pogueslandia cos i take long to rep i’m so sorry hajeiehdksjw anyway voila ALSO YAY GUESS WHO’S BACK i honestly intended for this to be an angst but couldn’t find ways to make it sad so have fluff :’)

Moving into a strange town of which you knew little to nothing about is terrifying because it should be. But honestly? You felt anything but.

It was liberating to walk the streets of an unfamiliar place however lost it made you feel, however parasitic. You parted with your friends from the city with emotional goodbyes but somehow you just knew you would eventually get over it.

“Sign’s a bit creaky now, isn’t it?” you said while you got your stuff together in an attempt to make friendly small talk, looking up at the aged sign of a fish you had also seen on the printed shirt of the man you could only assume owned the store.

He was wiping sweat away from his forehead. The man chuckled. “Mhm, been telling my son ‘bout that. For the record, it’s been half a year.”

“Sounds like a drag, sir.”

“Sounds like a drag indeed.” He nodded politely with a wave to excuse himself, soon jogging over to the other men carrying crates and crates of stock.

You swung your bag on your bag, finally ripping off the pack of a popsicle you’d bought from the nearest convenience store on your way here.

Outer Banks isn’t so bad, but you have yet to see for yourself when you go to school after the weekend.

——

Starting eighth grade in a school you knew nothing about should also be frightening, but it isn’t. The cute guy who almost never turns up makes it a little better. Okay, a lot better. You had even made a game out of it: if he comes to school, you’ll buy yourself something good and it always turns out great; you see him, you get yourself a new trinket, and you enjoy your day! The only problem is that he’s frequently absent.

Heck, you only know his name – JJ. And that’s only thanks to that one girl with curly hair who’d asked if he was free later that night.

“JJ,” she had half-whispered and half-hissed to him, poking him with her pen. “JJ!”

“What up?”

“You free tonight?”

Kinda bummed you out that he’d said yes.

Welp, you thought to yourself that day, scouting for someone new to like. Guess he’s taken.

And Typical You would’ve gone about your day, scouting the hallways for someone bearable. But you didn’t. See, you’d never been the type to critique each and every person you come across but, Lord, they made it so easy.

It didn’t help when a couple of girls invited you to sit with them and you learned more about their cliques.

“Pogues and Kooks?” you laughed. They didn’t seem so amused. “Oh, so it’s legit? Like, rich bitches are Kooks and. . .”

“I mean, we wouldn’t put it that way,” said one of them, seemingly defensive of your impression of them.

Goodness me, you thought to yourself. Do they think I’m a Kook? ‘Cause I’m from the city?

You made up your mind by then that, well, maybe an in-between clique would be nice. But you decided to prioritize scouting for a new person to like. A while after the information of the Pogues and Kooks came into your head, it was hard to unsee who these people were.

Guy by the lockers? Cocky.

Guy who offered to carry your bags? Gentleman, but smells like flip flops, the bad ones.

New guy who ran into you and held out his hand? Nope, because who the fuck wants to shake hands nowadays?

The one who sat just across from you in most of your classes? He’s alright, he’s great. Fantastic, even. He likes to sit with his legs a little bit too open in his seat, his leg prone to getting at least one student and or teacher to trip. The only problem? He’s JJ.

You barely even knew the guy! You laughed to yourself, taking in the amount of stupidity you were bringing upon yourself.

“Yes, Miss [Y/L/N]?” your teacher had asked from the front, bringing all eyes to burn you deeply. Unfortunately or fortunately, JJ was present, and you didn’t know if it made the situation better or worse, for however ashamed you were to be seen in that scenario, it sure felt good to be seen.

“Nothing, sir.” You feigned a cough. “Er — carry on.”

Maybe it was your situational disposition, but you could’ve sworn he had stared a little longer than everyone else.

Or maybe, just hopefully, he really was.

——

You weren’t a liar, but one summer night forced you to be one, what with an empty bottle on the surface of the one and only familiar boat.

“Okay, yeah, sure, maybe I did have a thing for John B three years ago but that was so long ago!” False. You’d been lying about who you liked in this friend group for a long while now, and the only one who knew was John B himself.

“Why’re you talking like he’s not here?” JJ snorted, patting John B at the back. “Also, I am not letting this go, I am totally gonna hold this against you.”

You shot John B an apologetic look, desperate to get out of the situation. You had only said you liked John B to, well, eliminate the possibilities of ever making it awkward with JJ.

“Mhm,” Kie nodded, her eyes narrowed. “If there’s nothing there, then kiss John B on the cheek.”

Fuck. “What are we, twelve? I’m not kissing anybody.”

“Fine,” said Kie, trying not to laugh. “Shake hands, then.”

“Fine,” you say.

Brows furrowed, you held out your hand to John B, who was conveniently just sitting across from you.

“So?”

“No, Kiara, still no.” Okay, I handled that pretty well. The worst is over.

“Alright, if you say so.”

“In fact,” you say, already tasting the next stupid thing you were about to say out loud. “I like . . . Pope.”

“Pope? You like Pope?” John B started, as if challenging you to keep on going. You don’t look at JJ; you would look anywhere but JJ’s way. “Too bad he’s not here, huh?”

“Some news,” JJ commented, laughing. The least you could do was, well, laugh along. What the hell were you supposed to do? What else should you have said?

That you like JJ? That you’ve been so head over heels for him the moment you met? That you thought those feelings would go away when you got to know him but it only got worse?

——

Kie had to leave because of her curfew. John B had to make you suffer, leaving you alone with JJ himself to clean up.

“Captain,” you greeted, offering a pretend salute to him.

“Madam,” he responds, bowing. “Ahoy.”

The two of you laugh, the running gag a big thing to the two of you. It’s fun, that’s it. And it’s so easy to be with him. Who’s to say what you have right now wouldn’t be ruined by the truth you hide in your heart?

On school days, you’d have pushed to get home already but it wouldn’t be so bad now, seeing that you’re already there. You sit at the stern, still holding the can of soda you had yet to finish; it had gone warm.

To your surprise, JJ sits next to you.

“Pope, huh?”

Nope, I’m just stupid. Please know I like you. Or don’t. Yep, better that you don’t.

“It’s just a crush,” you tell him, brushing it off. Please talk about something else instead.

“Those can hurt too, you know.” JJ sits down next to you, dipping his feet into the water, playing with the ripples that followed wherever he brought it. You did the same thing.

You snort. “Like you’d know anything about that, Captain Maybank.”

JJ shrugged. “Eh, what do you know, the ladies wanna cruise with me.”

“Aw, you have your way with words, you know that?”

Silence. A good one? You decide it is anyway.

You raise your feet off the water, waiting until your side stilled before tapping at the surface with your toe. A good webbed ripple danced along the water. Ripple by ripple, it’s beautiful. It brings the same kind of satisfaction you get when dominoes fall on each other and the sound of it all going down is consistent.

All was well until the urge to confess came.

“You’d like anybody but me, wouldn’t you?” JJ said, causing you to almost tip over. Thankfully, you caught yourself before the worst could attack.

“What?”

“Kidding,” he said, but the breeziness in it was gone. “Captains make jokes.”

Silence once more. Probably not the best kind.

“I lied,” you find yourself saying. Fuck. No turning back. You can’t take back a ripple or rearrange dominoes once one has already been tipped over. “I’ve been lying and I am so, so, sorry and this is probably a bad idea because I have no escape because we’re in the middle of night waters and I can’t drive the damn boat in case you freeze and–”

“Hey, hey, breathe,” JJ said, laughing. You do, but only because you would die if you don’t. “Okay, go on.”

“And – and – uh, where was I? Right! I guess what I’m just trying to say is this is stupid but I like you and I only said I liked John B and Pope is because I don’t wanna ruin our friendship because I know you see me as a friend, and, well, I mean, don’t you?”

“Oh,” JJ said.

“Fuck, I am so, so, sorry. Just — just forget I ever said anything and pretend I’m hammered and just bring us back to the docks—”

“Can I kiss you?”

You froze, evidently not because of the cold, but probably partly that as well. “What?

“Well, I can’t not ask for permission first, you know,” he said, laughing. He watched you for a while, but you said nothing, for probably a solid forever. “So, uh, can I?”

“Is it a pity kiss?”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” And he inched closer, and the closer he went, the more your heart did the stupid thing it always does at the sight of anything remotely close to affection.

But what came next could’ve killed you in the best way possible – his lips were on yours for the first time, and your hands were awkwardly placed on your lap, unsure if it was still mobile. Was it?

——

It was more than just a pity kiss. The following weeks were enough to answer that; you’d never been so happy. So much more time spent on the boat, most of which were spent with just the two of you taking advantage of each other’s company.

Surprisingly, he attended school more. It’s fun, it’s great, it’s everything you could ever ask for and more. He knew you so well, and you him.

A routine of Captains and Madams just made you warm all over, and you hated the warm. It’s hard to explain, really. You’d never had anything like it. It’s something you can’t just write, something words couldn’t account for, and it’s well known that words do a lot of work.

It’s, as general and as direct as you can explain it, brilliant.

“Why do you even like me?” you ask him on a Friday night when he’d excused the two of you from your friends, hanging out in the same place you two had let out the truths out of you.

JJ looked at you with that same smile you had always longed to see. “Why don’t I?”

“That’s such a cowardly answer!” you teased. “I’m kidding, it’s a good answer. I just want you to elaborate.”

Was it weird that as of this moment, you are holding the hand of someone you never thought you’d be more than friends with? Totally. In a good weird, though.

He began to count with his free hand, listing off things he likes about you. “You’re funny, you’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re . . . you. You’re [Y/N]. And I like that I don’t have to pretend to be someone else with you. I like that I like me with you.”

“Hm, is it just me or is JJ Maybank getting all moochy with me?”

“That he is, and rightfully so.”

The two of you played with the ripples more that night, watching the moonlight distort along its surface, and with it your faces.

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Midnight Adventures

Pairing: soft!dark!Steve x Reader

Summary: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: Dub-con, past non-con implied, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, smut, language. 18+ ONLY

A/N: Inspired by this ask I got . Finally getting back to writing in more than a month. 

He was going to tie you to the bed and never let you free. Anger flowed through his veins as he sneaked into the museum, looking around for you. Sam and Bucky snickered behind him, and he resisted the urge to flip them off.

“Cap, can you see any heat signature?” He asked Sam. Sam looked around, turning this way and that until he pointed at the hall on the right.

“That’s your girl right there Steve.” Sam answered, his shield reflecting the dim lights of the museum back. Steve nodded, asking them to stay back and hold off any cops who came in while he went in and got his girl out. Bucky had disabled the alarms you had triggered, but he was sure the place was about to be swarmed with authorities any second now. He had to get you out before that happened.

His feet barely making a sound, he entered the room Sam had pointed and glanced around. The only light streaming in was from the windows, and Steve could see your silhouette moving against one. You were muttering to yourself, stumbling over your own feet as you moved about. He let his gaze wander around the room before fixing it on you again.

You hadn’t realized he was there yet, too lost in your own world. Stepping closer, Steve stood directly behind you and turned his flashlight over you, clearing his throat. You screamed, turning around to look at Steve with a frantic and guilty look in your eyes. Steve opened his mouth to set you straight when he finally caught sight of what you were doing, and he stood there dumbfounded.

It seemed like you were stealing soil. One of the display cases was smashed open and you were transferring the grey soil in there into a glass container in your hand. You stilled, stopping midway in taking more soil as Steve stared at you in utter confusion.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asked, flabbergasted. You gulped, tentatively sealing your jar and putting it back inside the small bag on your back. You stood before him, guilty as small child caught sneaking cookies from the jar. Steve turned his head a little as distant sounds of feet reached his ears. The cops were here.

Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, his eyes narrowed at you. His arms went around your waist, tugging you right into his body as he silently maneuvered you both towards the exit door at the end, peeking out. Two armed cops were coming this way, the faint sounds of grunts telling him that Sam and Bucky had a few others engaged out in the hall.

“Hold on, and don’t scream.” He whispered in your ear and you nodded, holding him around his neck. He walked over to the window and looked down at the deserted street. Pressing your head into his chest, Steve took a deep breath and jumped out. The wind rushed through your hair and you muffled your scream into his shirt, nails digging in his flesh as he landed swift as a cat on the road.

Without wasting a second, he took you and jogged away, the dark not deterring his steps. You tried to keep up with his large strides, dread and thrill of the chase coursing through your veins. A minute later, a familiar black car pulled up before you, Sam grinning at you from behind the wheel.

“Oh honey, you are in trouble.” He smirked, letting you and Steve in the backseat. The police sirens faded away as you all drove back towards the Avengers compound, Steve’s hand still wrapped around your arm. You chanced a glance at him, shuddering at the sheer anger on his face. Shit. You were a goner.

Steve dragged you back towards his room, ignoring his giggling friends behind. You ducked your head and followed him in silence. It was never a good idea to argue with him. Once inside, he locked the door and turned to you, a frown deepening the lines on his forehead.

“What the hell have I told you about trying to escape?” He growled, body tight with tension. It had been a while since he’d been this pissed at you, and you shivered.

“I wasn’t escaping.” You said, nervously shifting on your feet. Steve came closer to you before tilting your chin you, making you look him in the eyes. His eyes were dark and hard, a promise of punishment rolling in them like waves in an ocean.

“Then what the hell were you doing in that museum? You ran away!”

You shook your head desperately, clutching his shirt in your hands. It had been months since you last tried to escape. You knew how futile it was to keep trying. You could never overpower Steve, not with Bucky and Sam always by his side. You’d made peace with your situation a while ago. Steve had snatched you, had kept you by force. And you accepted it as your life. You’d almost come to…enjoy it even.

“I promise you Steve, I didn’t run away.” You implored, looking deep into his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. Unless you did something really drastic, Steve rarely ever got angry with you these days. It was scary to have him so pissed again.

“What were you doing in that fucking museum?” He asked again. You bit your lip before pulling out the jar of soil from your bag, offering it to Steve. He looked at it and then your face, which curiously held embarrassment along with guilt there.

“I was stealing Lunar Soil.” You admitted, shaking the jar slightly so the fire particles in there shifted. Steve blinked at you before taking the jar and examining it, confused.

“Why?” He asked, putting it aside. You didn’t answer and he scowled, stepping closer and closer until he backed you into the wall and stared you down. Running a finger down the side of your face, he brought his lips to yours in a dangerously soft kiss, his other hand balanced beside your head. “You know I have ways to extract information from you. Would you rather I resort to them?”

You gulped, half in fear and half in anticipation. Steve’s punishments were as much a torture as they were pleasure. He was your captor, but he was also the man who would scale every corner of the earth to give you what you want. His body had a way of making you crave his touch, an intimate solace for whenever your mind turned to how helpless your situation really was.

“I – I wanted to –” You stuttered, suddenly shy and mortified. Steve hummed and urged you to go on, his hand gliding down your side to cup your ass. You slowly peered into his face, scrunching yours nose. “I wanted to use it to make moonscreen.”

Whatever he expected you to say, Steve did not expect it to be that. He raised a brow at you, silently asking you to elaborate and you flushed, pressing your face into his chest to hide from his screening gaze.

“Moonscreen, it’s like, you know, sunscreen but for werewolves.” You said at last. Steve’s hands stilled from kneading your ass, a sort of stunned silence between you both. And then he growled low in his chest. He pushed you away to face you, incredulously staring at you.

“Did you run away from my bed in the middle of the night to steal something for a mythical creature?”

You pouted, playing with the button on his shirt to avoid looking in his angry eyes. It was all Peter’s idea anyway, but he was too much of a wimp to steal the Lunar soil himself. It wasn’t fair how you were bearing the brunt of Steve’s anger alone.

“They are not.” You counted softly. “Werewolves exist.”

Steve gave a strangled groan before crashing his mouth on yours, digging his fingers in your soft flesh as he carried you to the bed and dropped you on it. You moaned, kissing him back as he tore through your clothes like a man possessed. His hands were everywhere, mouth leaving a trail of sinful fire as it moved from your shoulder to your chest.

Your hand went behind his head when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, back arching as you urged him to go faster. Wiggling, you untangled your pants from around your knees, wrapping your legs around Steve. He sat up and stripped quickly, covering your naked body with his again. There was a frenzy in his actions, an urgency to have you closer.

Quickly checking if you were wet enough, he entered you in one practiced thrust, tearing a cry from you. You whined, yours arms pulling him closer as he went in and out of you, roughly breathing with each stroke.

“You idiot girl!” He snapped, entwining your hands with his and pinning them beside your head. Sweat glittered on his hairline, his body rocking hard into you, sweet pleasure running down your spine and settling as heat in your womb. “You fucking dumb bitch!”

It seemed like he had a lot to say but just couldn’t. So, he showed you. He kissed you like he was sucking your very soul from your body, he fucked you as if branding you from within, he held you as if he could merge you into himself. Panting, softly cursing, Steve took you hard and fast, eliciting mewls and cries from you that fell like music on his ears.

“Mine. You are mine!” He said, but more as a statement than anything else. “You don’t leave me ever again. Never.”

The coil in your gut tightened, Steve letting one of your hand go to bring his to your bud and flick it with expertise. His eyes were fixed on yours, holding your very being hostage with his power. In a moan that echoed off the walls, you succumbed to his will, shattering below him and falling limp, floating in a haze of glittering pleasure. He buried his head in your neck, thrusting a few more times before finishing inside you, his cum flooding you within and warming your core.

You panted, sweaty and sated, wearing his marks and covered in him. He rolled over, taking you with him so you rested above, your ear over his chest that thumped with his strong heartbeat. Crazily, you found peace. In the hailstorm of your fucked up life, Steve was the one you held you together. He was the one who pushed you down, and he was the one who caught you as you fell. Your sanity, your insanity.

“If I ever wake up to you gone again, I’ll shackle you to me. You get it?” He murmured, running a hand over your back. You nodded, shifting closer into the warmth of his body. He grunted in approval, pulling a sheet over you before he got up to bring a cloth to clean you.

Kneeling before your legs, wiping gently and softly tracing your folds, Steve murmured soft words of love and praise and apology. He kissed your abused hole, the inside of your bruised thighs, the mass of your belly and the softness of your breast. He kissed your eyes and your nose, reaching your mouth the last.

“What is my truth?” He asked, dressing you into soft pajamas and cradling you into his lap. You relaxed into his touch, head on his chest.

“That you love me, and you’ll never apologize for that.” You answered. In the most bizarre way, you did believe he loved you. And though his love wasn’t perfect or without pain, it was what got you through his darkness that confined you here by force.

“And what is your truth?” He asked, lips on the crown of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the beating of his heart that matched yours.

“That I am yours.” You said, sleep creeping over you in a beautiful embrace. Shifting you in his arms, Steve laid you down and spooned around you, hands covering your own. You wiggled, pressing your bum into Steve’s groin, and smiling at the catch in his breath.

You floated towards oblivion, a dream already encroaching over your consciousness when you sleepily called out to Steve. He hummed, squeezing your hands gently.

“Werewolves are real.” You muttered and before he could so much a snort out a laugh, you were snoring.

Steve smiled into the darkness, running his thumb over the back of your hand. The panic of your disappearance earlier was replaced by fondness, his heart full of love for you. No, he would never apologize for how he had taken you. Just like the lunar soil sitting on your nightstand was still a part of the moon, no matter how far apart, you were always going to be a part of him. That was your truth, both of yours.