#never say i don't follow inspiration to where almost nobody follows

[zarla-s]

IT'S SUCH A SAD SCENARIO FOR EVERYONE INVOLVED

Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

[oswildin]

i’d wanna be next to you (loki x g!n reader)

Summary: Loki made a vow that he would savour every single moment with you. (Inspired by ‘Die With A Smile’ by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars) - Fluffy, romantic, cute??

A/N: AU where Loki didn’t die in Infinity War but came close. Drabbleish? Idk, but it’s not that long lmao. No descriptors for reader.

Rating: All ages/SFW

LOKI MASTERLIST

I just woke up from a dream

Where you and I had to say goodbye

And I don't know what it all means

But since I survived, I realized

Loki awoke with a start, heart beating frantically in his chest as he sat up in his bed, the silence in his room almost piercing. He let out a heavy breath, a sigh almost, a hand running through his raven curls as he grounded himself to the moment, to his surroundings. He was in his room in New Asgard… His blue eyes flickered to the mattress beside him, seeing your form sleeping peacefully… Alive. Breathing. Unharmed.

Relief filled him, his panic slowly ebbing as he closed his eyes for a second to compose. It had been three years since… everything. Three years since half the universe was snapped away at the hands of Thanos… Three years since Loki almost… The God swallowed, brows pinching together faintly as the memories flashed through his mind. His dreams were almost just as vivid… He often had nightmares of the event, over and over, yet with each one there was a small difference. If it wasn’t him dying, it was Thor… If it wasn’t Thor… It was you. The fear of losing you… It could sometimes be too much to bear.

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow

Nobody's promised tomorrow

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night

Like it's the last night

After a few moments, Loki slowly shifted, careful not to disturb you as he nestled closer, your back against his chest, his arm draped gently over your waist as he held you. His face buried itself into your neck, taking in your comforting warmth, your scent, your everything… Reminding himself that you were okay. That you were alive. He felt you shift faintly, a soft sigh leaving you as he felt your hand rest over his around your front.

“You okay?” He heard you mumble sleepily, clearly sensing something was amiss. You always knew. He could never lie to you - a rare feat indeed. He didn’t reply straight away, savouring the quiet, the peace… He let out a quiet ‘hmm’ against your skin, his hold tightening on you ever so slightly. “Sure?” You whispered, thumb brushing against his cooler, pale hand. You knew of his dreams, he wouldn’t tell you all the details, but you knew enough to know that it still affected him - well, of course it would.

“As long as you’re here, I’m always okay.” He murmured quietly, his lips brushing your neck.

If the world was ending

I'd wanna be next to you

If the party was over

And our time on Earth was through

I'd wanna hold you just for a while

And die with a smile

You allowed him the comfort of holding you, feeling his chest rising and falling gently against your back, his breaths against your skin. Minutes passed before you finally shuffled under the sheets, turning in his embrace to be able to face him. In the dim light, Loki’s gaze was soft, his features also soft, everything about him was soft… Especially, when it came to you.

After his near death, the snap… He was reminded how… mortal he really was, how easily his light could be snuffed out. Regret. That was what he had felt, knowing he could’ve done things differently, not been so cold or angry… Envious. It was different to when he fell from the Bifrost, it was a different kind of fear… And he realised it was because when Thanos’ hand was around his neck… He realised he wanted to live. He wanted to finally have the sun shine on him. He still struggled, but after those days, he vowed he would savour every moment he got. Gods lived so long but truly valued very little. Not anymore. He never failed to tell you how he felt about you, knowing now that life was far too precious, too short… Especially for you, a mortal.

And nobody was promised tomorrow.

Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream

I don't even wanna do this anymore

'Cause you already know what you mean to me

And our love's the only one worth fighting for

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Loki breathed out, feeling your fingers brush a stray curl from his forehead, his arm still holding you close.

“It’s okay.” You assured him softly, thumb caressing his cheekbone lightly before your hand moved to cup his jaw. You knew it was another dream. “Who needs sleep anyway?” You asked playfully, trying to lighten his spirits. You could see his lips tug upwards ever so slightly in the dim light, a soft huff of amusement leaving his nose.

“Mortals.” He replied wryly, making you hum in agreement. “And certain Gods who enjoy sleeping next to said mortals.” He added, a hint of his usual mirth returning.

“Well, I do hope that when it comes to one God, it’s only one specific mortal he enjoys sleeping next to…” You teased. “Otherwise that one specific mortal may be a little upset.” You couldn’t help but let your own lips curl upwards gently, Loki letting out a brief, very quiet laugh.

“You are correct… there is only one specific mortal that this God enjoys sleeping next to.” He confirmed playfully, voice full of warmth in the hushed intimacy between you. “Even when they snore- Ow!” You tugged at his earlobe lightly with the hand that had been cupping his jaw, laughing breathily. “I believe you just assaulted the King’s favourite advisor.” He quipped, feigning a chiding tone.

“Val would support it.” You argued, shrugging faintly - well, the best you could in the embrace you were both in. Loki let out an unconvinced hum. “And favourite advisor? You’re her only advisor.”

“For very good reason.” Loki leaned closer. “Because I’m her favourite.” He whispered, as if sharing a secret before he let his nose brush against yours faintly.

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow

Nobody's promised tomorrow

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night

Like it's the last night

“I love you, Loki Odinson.” You whispered, matching his softness. It never failed to make Loki’s heart skip and swell as those words left your lips. Every time. To be loved… Wholly and completely… Unconditionally… It was something he still didn’t believe he deserved. But it was something he would always cling to, especially in the darkness that had encompassed the world, the universe, in the last three years… The darkness that had threatened to drag him back many a times.

“And I love you.” Loki breathed, your faces mere inches from one another. “More than you can ever imagine.” His words were truthful, utterly honest and heartfelt… from a God who once wove lies and lived in deceit… With you, he found his truth.

After a few seconds, Loki placed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, before his hand moved to cradle the back of your head, arms tightening around you to pull you even closer. Your own arm wrapped around him, burying your face into his chest, breathing him in. He was your hope in the darkness, just as you were his. And whilst you both knew the end was inevitable, that heartbreak was inevitable being a mortal and a God… You couldn’t help but smile. Because if the world was ending…

I'd wanna be next to you

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Weekly Recap | November 13th-19th 2023 (Part One)

For the first time ever, I have a podcast and podfic recommendations! 😃 The podcast is Dispatch: a 9-1-1 Podcast @dispatchpodcast and specifically the episode with @mistmarauder that inspired me to try podfics!

Complete

🔥 eddie diaz vs the pta agenda by mmtion/ @mmtions (Season 5, Jealous Eddie | 19K | Mature): Really, Eddie doesn’t care that the PTA aren’t his biggest fan. He knows he misses too many meetings, and it’s not like he’s best friends with any of the other parents. But then Buck picks Christopher up from a class trip and it all goes to hell. Like, of course Buck is everyone’s dream guy. He’s responsible with kids, and kind, and funny and interesting and hot to touch. That’s obvious. But now Eddie’s fighting to keep the PTA moms, teachers, and dads, all off an unsuspecting and tempting Buck. Because Eddie is a good friend. Right?

The 118's Secret Book Club by Asplenium, QuietLittleVoices/ @hawkeyefrommash (Post-Season 5 | 15K | Teen): Eddie dropped the book on the counter. “Taylor Kelly wrote a book. I haven’t started it yet. But I was thinking –” “Book club?” Karen asked. Eddie nodded eagerly. “I know I can’t complain about this to Buck, but –” “Say no more,” Hen said, flipping open the book to the introduction. “We’ll get some copies from the library.”

daylight (i can never look away) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (S4, Quarantine | 3K | Teen): or; a single moment between two almost lovers who don't know where to go next (otherwise known as the buddie quarantine fic nobody asked for)

101 Ways to Say 'What the F#%&' by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Humor | 5K | Teen): The point is, Eddie knows Buck. Or at least he thought he did. Now, Eddie's starting to think the whole relationship has been built on LIES. Because somehow, in some way, it has completely escaped Eddie's vast amounts of knowledge, that Buck is a fucking polyglot.

wait for me to come home by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Season 5, Pining | 3K | Teen): Chris doesn’t take the lego. He keeps staring at Buck with those big, doleful eyes, and says, “Why can’t you be with my dad instead?” His voice is soft and sad, naive and hopeful all at the same time. It’s positively heartbreaking is what it is, especially compounded with the fact that Buck has been asking himself the same question for months now. Buck offers him another smile, softer and tinged with a little of his own sadness, and says, “It’s complicated, buddy.”

spilled milk by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-Coma | 4K | Teen): or; In the aftermath of Buck's coma, Eddie can't look at him. (Part 1 of longing tastes like grief and desire)

something familiar by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S6E15 | 1K | Teen): or; Buck and Eddie get burgers after visiting Marie's grave, and Eddie feels too many things. (Part 2 of longing tastes like grief and desire)

standing on the edge (of great) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Ediie/Ana Break-Up | 5K | Mature): or; eddie says buck's name during sex with ana. it goes about as well as you would expect. and then somehow, it gets a little better

🔥 Love in the Time of TikTok by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4 | 5K | Teen): It seems kind of dystopian to let millions of people know he’s in love with his best friend before telling said best friend first, doesn’t it? Whatever. Fuck it. It’s not like anyone he knows in real life watches his Tik Toks anyway, so he can be a little freer with the truth even if doesn’t tell his followers everything. He already keeps a tight cinch around his emotions when he’s at work, he can let his guard down a little on here, right?

this life that we've created (or: how silvia rodriguez learned to believe in fairytales again) by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4E5: Eddie Begins, Outsider POV | 2K | Teen): or; eddie makes buck christopher's legal guardian told from his lawyer's perspective. because why not

hear me now by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Post-S4E5: Eddie Begins | 5K | Teen): or; eddie finds the footage of buck trying to dig to him in Eddie Begins. conversations and feelings ensue

When My Eyes Are Closed (Til Right When They Open) by mintedwitcher (Season 5, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): When Chris has a tantrum, Eddie slips and refers to Buck as Chris's dad. A lot of feelings are revealed and Eddie has a few realisations at his kitchen table. Buck, as always, is right there. 

The First Place I Go (When I'm Trying to Hide) by mintedwitcher (Season 5, Getting Together | 2K | Teen): A companion piece to When My Eyes are Closed, wherein Buck realises he's in love with Eddie because Chris talks with his mouth full.

hungry for your love by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Getting Together | 1,8K | General): prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"

I wanna spend my forever like that by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Sick Eddie, Getting Together | 8K | General): Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

nicknames, supernova similes and the family we make by thewolvesof1998/ @thewolvesof1998 (Established Buddie | <1K | General): Bobby and Athena meet Buck and Eddie's new baby girl.

Nobody Can Do Everything by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Canon Divergence, Teacher Buck | 4K | General): It's parent/teacher night, Eddie having brought Carla along to help him navigate through the vast school. Most of the teachers are unmemorable, save for the pretty English teacher, though she isn't the one that keeps his attention. No, that would be the one with blue eyes, the one his son is always talking about.

if I could see you (once more, to see you) by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (Canon Divergent, Coma | 21K | Teen): Or, in the aftermath of a building collapse, Eddie mourns. Buck dreams.

Kiss Me Drunk When You're Sober by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Getting Together | 5K | General): Buck makes a drunken confession and Eddie makes a decision.

Podfics

🔥 [Podfic] Curl Up in My Heart and Let Me Keep You by liketherestofla, MistMarauder / @mistmarauder (Animal Transformation | 1-1.5h | Teen): When an orange tabby cat starts hanging around the Diaz house, Eddie doesn't think anything of it. The little guy's cute and cuddly, and seems to always know when Eddie's having a bad time. Weird how the cat's never around when Buck is, though.

🔥 [Podfic] Love in the Time of TikTok by MistMarauder/ @mistmarauder (Post-S4 | 30-45 min | Teen): It seems kind of dystopian to let millions of people know he’s in love with his best friend before telling said best friend first, doesn’t it? Whatever. Fuck it. It’s not like anyone he knows in real life watches his Tik Toks anyway, so he can be a little freer with the truth even if doesn’t tell his followers everything. He already keeps a tight cinch around his emotions when he’s at work, he can let his guard down a little on here, right?

WIP

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 99/? | 261K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 4/13 | 16K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

🔥 and here, too, am i by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Future fic, Married Buddie | 3/4 | 31K | Teen): Six months into their marriage, Eddie is still struggling to decide whether or not he wants more kids, when he knows Buck does. The universe may not scream, but it certainly talks.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 7/? | 12K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 38/54 | 73K | Not Rated)

I Haven't Found A Better Title For This Than "Read This In The Six Months Before I Made This Blog And It Somehow Made Its Way To My History Now So I'm Reccing It Post-Facto"

🔥 tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia

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Darker matters (part 9. final)

Masterlist Previous part

Angst with fluff finally Pairing: Nikolai x Olga 'Zhar' Samoilova Summary: When coming home becomes the hardest part Warnings: Swearing AN: This is the end of the story. However, there will be an epilogue for those of you, who wants fluff.

Thanks: This chapter is my tribute to a few very important people. I know, nobody reads this part, but it's important for me. @pale-elysium thank for supporting me this much and telling me these beautiful words. @sofasoap and @homicidal-slvt thank you for gifting me Nikolai. @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot you actually inspired me for this story. @preciouslittlecreature I see you, I love you. @siilvan I owe you Niks last story. This is my attempt to hug each of you through the screen.

If there is anything that helped keeping soldiers away from an improvised interrogation room more efficiently than Sedmis blood-curdling shrieks, it is Ghost's figure towering next to the door. Chimeras, who are careless enough to pass him by, look away hastily and don't risk slowing down, even though everybody wants to know what exactly their commander is doing to her enemy. Maybe it is Ghosts mask, maybe it's the way he stood absolutely still, but something cold and inhuman drives everyone away from him and the room he guards.

When Zhar exits the room - she wipes a completely clean knife mechanically. She hears Ghosts voice, but can't make out what exactly he says, so she answers the first thing that comes to her mind, hoping that it would make sense.

“He's ok. Vocal fucker, but I made sure, he's surviving it.”

With each next step, the buzzing in her ears becomes more potent, and the light coming through open doors feels almost too bright. Olga still smiles, and hopes that it looks more or less convincing. When they step out of the main base building, she hides her eyes under the shadow of her hand and leans against the wall.

“Ok, Lieutenant, it's high time you go home - I'll take it from here.” Her throat is soaring, so the last words are being coughed out instead of spoken properly.

“Like that's going to happen,” mutters Ghost and commands Zhar to follow him, but she doesn't move.

“Go, Ghost. Please. I need a break. Getting embarrassingly old.” She tries to play it off, but Ghost turns back and reaches out to her side.

“You're bleeding out. Wait here, I'll get us a transport.”

Olga touches the area, where she felt his palm just a second ago, and winces - her gear is slowly soaking in blood. Her legs beg her to give up and sit, but she remains standing. Minutes drag painfully slow, but a mere thought of what would Price have thought, should Simon ever tell him about her current state, keeps Zhar on her two.

She doesn't bother asking, where is Ghost taking her - just lets her mind slip down the delirious slumber. He also prefers to remain silent, and Olga fights the urge to say out loud all the things her conscience is screaming deep inside her head.

“I`m sorry, you had to witness that.”

“I never wanted you to become a part of this mess.”

“I would never do that to you.”

“I would never harm Christine.*”

Zhar eats up every phrase, not letting them escape her lips, when suddenly Ghost does something almost unnoticeable, but loud enough to outvoice the raging swarm of her thoughts.

Music starts playing quietly and gently. Just as it used every time, when they ended up in the same car, back when she was in the TF. The Sergeants were usually sent to the back seats, so that they wouldn't fight for the power over the radio. Lieutenants slowly came back to normal to the sounds of their ‘lame elderly lullabies’ as Soap called almost everything they could catch on a classical radio station. It was soothing. Like in the good old days.

Olga watched indifferently as the landscape outside the window was changing. By the time Ghost parks the car near the hospital, she is barely awake. By this point there is only one desire left for her - to close her eyes and sleep so long, that the events of the last few weeks feel like one long dream. She almost gives in to the weariness, but medical personnel gathering around, helping her out of her gear and settling her on the operating table, keeps distracting her. 

Zhar doesn't recognize how much time passes before the bright light above her goes out and the buzzing of voices fades away. Could be a few minutes, could be hours as well.

The next time she opens her eyes - Olga finds herself on a hospital bed in a dark room. The only source of light is a soft light of a smartphone display lighting Simon's face, as he types something hastily.

“Tell her, I say ‘hi’.” Zhars voice is sleepy and wooly.

Ghost raises eyes on her and stands from his chair. 

“‘Her’? I'm writing Nik, you're ok.” Simon steps to the window and slides the curtains, letting warm sunlight in the room.

Zhar frowns: she became so used to the thought, that Nikolai is nowhere around, that for the whole day she thought of anything but him. Every smallest detail of the operation, alternative timings for every step of every her soldier, names, paths, numbers of supplies - her mind was flooded with so many things, that she almost forgot, what was it all for. Olga thought of how they usually orchestrate the reunion scenes in films: characters run into each other's arms, hug, cry, hold each other as if the world around just stops. She gave Nikolai nothing, not even a simple ‘hello’. No matter, how many Sedmis cries of pain still echoed in her mind - they were not loud enough for her to not remember his last words.

“...not a human anymore, not even a creature - this one is just a mold.”

Maybe he is right and there is nothing human left in her - only soulless numbers, plans, names swarming her head, making her body move, imitating a life. 

“Docs want to keep you till morning. But I know, you're sneaking out as soon as I leave you. So I suggested Nik to send someone here for you. Let's hope he doesn't trust all vital issues to a talking tablecloth, unlike somebody…” Ghost's voice drags her back to reality.

“Looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Olga chuckles, “Come on, I owe Sebastian big time.”

“That bandage, he tinkered, was holding just on his ego and your power of will, Commander.” Ghost puts the phone in his pocket. “Ok, show me your wallet.”

Surprised by a rather unexpected request, Zhar reaches out for the jacket, hanging next to the bed and doesn't even manage to squeak, when Ghost takes it and puts it in the same pocket, where his phone is. 

“Said, you are going to sneak out, never said, I'd let you rent a car and drive back home on your own in this state…” Simon claps his pocket and looks around.

“And what if I get hungry?”

“Want me to bring you a Happy Meal, soldier?” If Olga could bet money on how vide Ghosts smile under the mask was - she would bet on ‘a shit eating grin’.

“Lieutenant, with all due respect: go fuck yourself.”

“Glad, you're ok.” Ghost turns to the door. 

Zhar barely manages to throw him her last ‘thank you’ before he disappears, as swiftly and unexpectedly, as he came this morning to her comms station. 

***

She can't fall asleep on the way back: it's high time, all the sedatives and analgesics kick in, but something keeps her wide awake. At the first hours of the ride it just irritates her, but with every next fruitless attempt to relax and let herself rest, the anger grows stronger. It makes her miss her driver's questions and remarks, it speeds up her heart, it awakes some animalistic feeling - a fear.

It is not fueled by anything going on. The feeling just appears somewhere deep in her guts. By the time, they are approaching Nikolai's house in the darkness of the deep forest - it eats her alive. 

Zhar gives up and commands the driver, Nik sent to pick her up, to stop the car and let her walk the last kilometer.

“You're sure?” The driver hesitates, because he still remembers how persistent Nikolai was when he explained where exactly this woman should be delivered. 

“I know this road as a beggar knows his bag, darling.” Olga exits the car and steps out of the headlights.

Each next step towards Nikolais' house is harder than the last one. The most obvious reason for that is the fact that Olga walked this road a thousand times in her dreams, while Nik was captured. Each dream ended the same way: she entered a cold, abandoned house. Each little detail of its interior brought her nothing but pain and terror: the kitchen sink, where Nikolai once cleaned her hand, after she accidentally cut herself, the sofa, where he lulled her to sleep, the fireplace, he lit in the evenings so she could sit on the floor for hours, peering out of the panoramic windows. All these details felt orphaned, dead without him. Although she knows, these were just dreams - her mind slowly erases a phantom border between nightmares and reality.

By the time his house appears from behind the trees, Olga is sure she won't be able to force herself to just cross his threshold. And that is when she feels someone's gaze on her back. She stops on her tracks, freezes, a wave of shiver runs down her spine.

Suddenly, her mind goes blank: Zhar forgets everything besides two bright pictures. The first one is the heavy blizzard, a greyish snow cloud chasing her back in Russia many months ago, when she just started working for Nikolai. The other one is silver-blue eyes, cold as that blizzard, piercing right through her, and a knife pressed against her neck. 

“For fuck's sake,” she mutters and takes out the gun, stepping on a wooden patio in front of Niks house.

She turns back and points her gun at the deep darkness. As much as she doesn't want to admit it - she doesn't see her enemy, doesn't actually see anything in the middle of the night in the heart of the forest. 

Zhar takes a step backwards, then another and another one, until her back is pressed against the wall.

“You want him - you will have to go through me!” Her voice is weak, her hands are trembling. 

Olga slowly sinks to the ground, tears run down her cheeks, but she doesn't let herself get loud, sobbing as quietly as she can. She can't see a thing in a dense depth of forest, but she is certain that the man she once made a pact with, is now back to claim whatever she hasn't paid him. 

She doesn't notice a thin line of light running over the wooden floor and becoming thicker, doesn't hear Nikolais approaching steps - just keeps muttering ‘me, not him’ over and over, searching for the enemy.

The first moment he sees her, Nik feels relieved: there she is, finally close enough to reach out and touch her. But then he notices a gun in her hands, shiny traces on her cheekbones, and his heart shrinks. Throughout many years of service, both official and private, he saw the same things happening to others. The terror in their eyes, the inexplicable desire to keep fighting, although the battle unravels only in their heads. 

He tries to not think about all the times, when such soldiers were left alone and found too late, when he slowly descends on his knees next to her.

“I… I'm coming in soon, Nik. I just need a minute.” Olga whispers, not even looking at him.

“You see anyone there?” Nikolai leans closer, partly to be able to react fast enough, should things go south, partly because he missed everything about her and would give anything just to feel her proximity.

“Go back inside, Nikolai, please.” She sniffles and fights the shiver growing stronger and taking over her whole body.

“Nebo, posmotri na menya*. Nobody will dare to come here today. Not after you brought them hell.” Slowly, and very softly, he reaches for the gun in her hands and takes it away, trying not to make sudden movements. Although it's obvious, Zhar doesn't like what he is doing, she forces herself to sit still and not fight him. 

They remain silent for the next few long minutes, Niks forehead pressed against her temple, his warm breath tingling her face. If she wasn't obviously freezing, Nikolai could easily spend the whole night there: sitting close, breathing in her scent, watching the heartbeat pulsing on her neck. So he reaches out to take her in his arms.

“Let's go home, love.”

That's the second time, when something stings Nik painfully from the inside. When he picks her up - he feels how unnaturally, unhealthy lightweight she became. She doesn't answer him or react, when he carries her inside. It is only when he sits on the couch with her in his hands - Zhar snaps back to reality. Her gaze grows focused, she looks around, and her eyes freeze, meeting his - she grabs onto his shirt as if she's afraid of losing him then and there.

Olga tries to say something, anything, really, but fails. Her lips part, but no words escape. Instead, she inspects him: her fingertips slowly brush down Nikolais ribcage and pause over every bruise and stitch that wasn't there before.

“Just a scratch,” calms her down Nik every time, but her face only darkens, and he decides to change the topic.

“Khoroshaya moya*, you're too far away, still out there, at Sedmis base. What can I do to make you come back to me? How can I help?”

Zhar doesn't move, sitting perfectly still in his hands, as the tight knot in her chest slowly unravels with each beat of her heart. She looks somewhere through him, and when she finally answers - Nikolai feels as if all the oxygen was suddenly deflated out of his lungs.

“Cast me out, Nik.”

He would have felt better, had she hit him, or shouted and blown his house to bits. It takes Nik a lot of self-control to remain visibly calm.

“You… don't want to be in Chimera? Love, we will think of some-”

“No, you didn't get me. Cast me out. Banish me from your life. I can't do this on my own - need your help. Please, before it becomes too hard. You'll be better without me.”

Nikolai feels completely lost: somehow each clarification only confuses him more. He hears his own heart racing as he tries to muster the right answer.

“Before it becomes too hard? Let me tell you something. Share my perspective, so to say, ok?” He brings her head to rest on his chest and continues talking.

“For a long time I was ok with that little furious treasure not letting me anywhere near her. After all, we can't be everybody's favorite, yeah? So when Price called me and said ‘I need a fixer for her’ - I awaited not more than just a boring mission, where the most entertaining part would be staying alive under all her death glares.

“But she turned out to be ok - buried the hatchet for the sake of her Cap. We even made quite a team, it was fun to run around together, shaking off the tail, fighting back. But I forgot all the fun the very next moment after they set her on fire. She looked so helpless in my hands, as I tried to put it out. A once tough and strong soldier, lying before me as a lifeless puppet - my blood still runs cold every time I remember that view.

“Then she fought the pain. The medic, I found for her emergently, kept repeating, she needed general anesthesia, but we didn't have time to transport her to the hospital. I remember telling him, ‘this girl is a die-hard - she is going to make it’. And she did. Cried so loud, it must have hurt like hell, but she did it. I was proud, when it all was over, and I carried her to her bed - I felt euphoric, as if I was high. All because she made it through.

“Later that night, she got delirious and forgot for a few hours that she never spoke Russian to me. She was telling me the most beautiful words, I have ever heard. Said ‘Ne ostavlyai menya*’ and ‘ty mne nuzhen*’. Nothing special, maybe, but these words got stuck in my head so deep, I kept replaying them in her voice over and over for months. And then I decided, I was willing to risk it all just to hear more.

“The rest is history: the second operation, the success, her return to the base, our chats, occasional phonecalls, me showing her every smallest detail of my iron bird, her sharing little stories and memories… When I took her with me for a little vacation - I knew that I would either return from it as hers, or with a broken face. I couldn't believe my luck, when she let me into her life, not as just a friend. 

“Still remember our first night together, when she drifted to dreams in my hands and I just couldn't bring myself to sleep. That was when I asked myself, what was the exact moment, she really got me all to her mercy.”

All the time, Nikolai was talking, his hands kept stroking Olgas head and back, but now he stops doing that.

“It was long before that night, before our little escape, even before all these months of her healing. She got me on my knees a long time ago… Her ‘I need you’ mesmerized me, won me fully. It may have been too hard to deny her back then. But now? Nebo, now it's not too hard - it is impossible.”

Olga listens carefully to every word and even to the silence, following his story. It would be so easy if she could let herself just shut her mouth and call it a night. But if there is one person, she really owes a confession - it's Nikolai.

“I failed you.” 

She doesn't wait until he starts protesting and admits everything. She tells Nik, how lost and useless she felt on the first days after his capture, how she couldn't manage many conflicts boiling up in the Chimera, how she lost people, how she sacrificed her own home. Not long before the rescue mission she almost wished she could go alone, just to end everything at once - and Olga confesses even that. 

“... I did unspeakable things, Nik. I was ready to sacrifice the whole Chimera, I risked Ghosts life, I turned lives of an innocent woman and her child into a forever nightmare. And the worst part is that I would do this all again without a second thought, should it be for you. I'm not a soldier after that - just some sick twisted mind.”

Nikolai touches his lips to Zhars forehead and frowns - she's running hot, must be the fever after everything, she put her body through. 

“What did they do?...”

Olga doesn't understand, what exactly Nikolai means by that and starts recounting losses incurred by the Chimera, but he cuts her off with a more specific question.

“What did they do to my girl? My beautiful treasure, my sky and my heaven. Tormented, worn out, blinded by this shitshow.” His hands snake up her back, shoulders and neck, and lift her face, so that she can't escape his gaze.

“They did nothing.” She shakes her head and smiles ruefully. “There was no girl, sky or heaven from the very start - I was the shitshow, the problem itself. And when you were gone - I caused nothing but damage. I just needed time to realize that.”

Nikolai understands that this is not her speaking now - this is the enormous stress she's been living in since his capture, this is her fever, weariness after all. PTSD hits hard, especially, when it comes to those, who never unwind after the missions, never let out the steam. 

“You did this all to get me back. Crossed so many lines not for your egoistic interest, but for a living breathing human being, you care about. And you still weigh the morality of everything you`ve done.” He cradles her gently, fingers stroking her hair as he whispers. If he has to repeat it for a million times this night to fight her doubts off - Nik is ready to tell her again and again, that she did nothing wrong.

“I'm no better than Sedmi, or Makarov or any other fucked up mind - didn't even need much time to commit the same sins as them.”

Nik notices how her breathing becomes deeper, and her pulse slows down a little. He begins to speak very quietly so that she listens and calms down with his voice.

“I'll tell you a little story, put you to sleep and then in the morning you decide, if you want to stay here, ok?”

She nods, and Nikolai goes on.

“Many years before you joined Prices group, a soldier came to me with a question. I'm not sure if he was thinking about joining the Chimera, but nevertheless, he asked me what can I tell him about the specifics of working for… a private military company.

“I advised him to not step in that direction ever. Because that world is full of darker matters. Disgusting characters and deeds that you suddenly have to tolerate. But the worst part is that you yourself have to become a darker matter. You do things you never would have done before… Cross all the lines, even those, you specifically drew yourself earlier. At the end of the day you can't even say, you fought the evil - you are trapped with it.

“That guy already burned the candle at both ends - I'd hate seeing him gone because of the metamorphosis, one has to live through in our line of work. Not saying, he wasn't fit for work. I just wasn't sure, he had this personality, that would let him see the ugly truth in the mirror and still keep going.”

Olga chuckles to herself, but it doesn't go unnoticed.

“You don't believe me?”

“I do.” She relaxes, letting herself put a bit more weight on his chest. “I do, it's just funny how your words haven't scared that soldier altogether. He chose the right path, yet never turned away from his friends, who-”

“And what if you chose right too, luybimaya*?”

Zhar holds her breath. It's a sucker punch to call her like that, when she just asked him to let her go. Nikolai knows it, but he's ready to call her anything, to confess and give her anything to keep Olga by his side. And it works. Because the next thing Nik hears finally brings him peace, it brings her back in his life.

“I chose you, don't care if it's right or wrong. Ty mne nuzhen.”

I would never harm Christine. - Here Olga refers to Christine Riot Vega, the OC of @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot and Ghosts partner

Nebo, posmotri na menya. - Look at me, heaven

Khoroshaya moya. - My dear

Ne ostavlyai menya. - Dont leave me

ty mne nuzhen - I need you

luybimaya*- My love

[lordperceval-16]

One more night

You've been there a million times before with Pierre, and yet somehow you can never bring yourself to resist him.

Inspired by the song "One More Night" by Maroon 5.

TW: Toxic relationship, mild swearing.

"Where the hell do you get off anyway? You've got no right to give me shit."

"The hell are you talking about?" Pierre sneered, "you were plastered all over Esteban for the night. And you were only with him because you knew of all people, he'd wind me up the most."

"Are you actually serious?" You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief, "Esteban and I are friends and you damn well know it. You were the one in the corner whispering in some random girl's ear."

"I was only with her because I saw you with him," he stated pettily, and you threw your hands up in frustration.

"Do you even hear yourself?" You shrieked, "you're such a fucking hypocrite and you're delusional on top of everything else."

"I know what I saw," he says stubbornly.

"You know what, fuck this. I'm not doing this with you again." With that you stormed out of the bedroom and slammed the door behind you. He was completely infuriating, a paranoid little shit who wanted to keep you all to himself but didn't want to follow his own rules.

"Wait," he called after you, running down the hall and sliding to a stop in front of you, blocking your exit, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't go chérie."

"You're always sorry ," you shouted, "you're always bloody sorry and then it's..."

"Baby please," he pleaded, reaching out and trying to grab your hands. You wrench them from his grip and try to storm past him again. He slid to the side and blocked you again and you huffed in exasperation.

"What even is the point of this argument Pierre?" You snapped, "you're not my keeper and I'm not yours. You wanna screw other people? Fine, great, but don't expect me to be sitting around here twiddling my thumbs and waiting for you to get home because that's not what this is."

"You know nobody compares to you," he insisted, "you're the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night."

"Oh don't even start with your flattery," you huffed, but you couldn't ignore the flutter it invoked in your chest. You cursed your own stupidity for even listening to him. He knew just what to say to get you to pause, and you fell for it every damn time because you wanted to believe he meant it.

"Let me show you baby," he murmured, his hand caressing your cheek softly. Your brain was telling you to shove him off, to tell him you were done with him and to walk out the door. But your body was already reacting to his touch, and he knew he couldn't lose.

His kissed you slowly, his tongue caressing yours with almost painful delicacy. As he pulled back he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled gently, and you felt a shiver roll down your spine. You could have slapped him when you felt him smirk against your lips, but what was the point? You wanted him, and there was no use in denying it.

"Come to bed chérie, let me show you I care" he murmured in your ear, and you groaned with both desperate want and heartbroken resignation. He steered you down the hall and back into his bedroom with his hands on your waist, his lips trailing teasing kisses along your neck. You sighed breathily, all previous arguments long forgotten about as his fingers teased the bare skin peeking out from under the hem of your shirt. He swiftly pulled it over your head and pushed off your jeans before lowering you onto the bed. You couldn't surpress a throaty moan as he kissed his way down your torso, and your muscles tensed in anticipation for what was to come that night. There wouldn't be much time for sleep, of that you were certain.

When you woke the next morning, you sighed in satisfsction as you stretched your tired muscles. Your body felt relaxed and spent in the most satisfying way, but when you opened your eyes and looked across at Pierre you felt a sinking pit begin to form in your stomach. You'd sworn so many times that you were done with him, that you wouldn't allow yourself to be sucked back into his bed. You knew that you were toxic together, that nothing good would ever come of it, that he would never change. And yet you couldn't bring yourself to let it go.

Then again, maybe you were just as bad as he was. You'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting it, but he had been right. You had consciously glued yourself to Estaban in the club the night before because you knew it would get Pierre's attention. You'd wanted his attention, wanted to make him jealous. You knew how toxic it was, but that was always how it was with you two. You'd make each other jealous, you'd fight about it and then you'd fall into bed and forget all about it. It was an endless cycle that neither of you could break.

With a sigh you got out of bed and began to dress quickly, hoping you could get out without waking him. Unfortunately that hope was quickly dashed when he rolled over and peered up at you bleakly.

"Where are you going Chérie?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms, "Come back to bed. You can't leave without a morning cuddle and some breakfast."

In that moment you saw the Pierre that had kept you coming back for more everytime. The soft, sweet, affectionate Pierre that you had inevitably fallen in love with somewhere along the way. But those tender feelings were soon eclipsed by the gnawing guilt you felt towards yourself for allowing yourself to fall for his charms again. He would never change. He would always be an incorrigible flirt and a womaniser.

"No Pierre, I'm leaving," you stated firmly, willing your voice to remain even, "and this is not going to happen again. I mean it Pierre, no more."

"Aw baby don't be like that," he sighed, reaching out towards the in the hopes of pulling you back into bed.

"I mean it, this is the last time this happens," you insisted, although to your ears it felt hollow. You couldn't ignore the déjà vu that came with those words, considering it was probably the millionth time they had left your lips. You knew if you hesitated any longer that he'd go on the charm offensive again, so without giving him a chance to orient himself you walked out and left him sitting there, never looking back.

Barely two days later a knock on your door pulled your attention from the TV show you'd been watching. You opened it hesitantly, sighing in exasperation at the bunch of red roses that were being tentatively held out to you by Pierre.

"I'm sorry chérie," he murmured softly, his eyes earnest, "I'm sorry I messed up. Please, please give me a chance to make it up to you."

You wanted to tell him to piss off and to shove his roses where the sun don't shine. You wanted to tell him you weren't interested and slam the door in his face. There was a whole list of things you wanted to say to him, but none of them came out. Instead you stepped aside and left in him, because there he was with a bunch of roses and an apology in hand, and you didn't have it in your power to turn him away.

And so the cycle began again.

[anas1pet]

TIPS

Carry yourself like you're skinny, even if you're not thus has helped me lose weight and the one day I didn't I gained weight. If you carry yourself like you're skinny you'll trick your brain and start losing weight faster for example

"Can you hand me-" wait but skinny girls would just get up and get it so follow with the "never mind I got it"

"Can you make me-" they'll put extra calories in it and you need the steps "never mind ill make it"

Eventually you won't ask anymore

Walk like your skinny too, this fatty lazy walking isn't burning calories walk like a model fast, and confident

This also tricks other people in thinking you're confident with your weight and body so you can keep losing and losing and no one will notice and if they do "oh I'm trying this new diet for tiktok" then post a video of your before and after results and pick up some random healthy diet but keep it consistent when someone asks what diet you did remember the name

"What diet did you do?"

"Oh I did the keto diet and a couple chloe ting workouts you should try it! It was really fun!"

Keep making up different diets you're "following" and when you get through them all stick with your favorite as the lie

For the Ana's that keep a notebook buy two of the same notebook in one you'll write down your actual ana foods and all your pro ana stuff and the other write down a normal food and an inspirational quote or something normalish

For my girlie that love a good bath (especially ones that that's your only escape from your family like me) limit it to one bath a day or week and for the rest showers only sitting/ lying down is not gonna burn calories but if you're the kind that takes multiple baths a week slowly take it down so nobody gets suspicious and that way you'll build a habit keep the number of baths a week you have in your journal (ana journal for previous tip) that way you'll know when you've taken a bath and when you've showered

Ana's in highschool if you can't drive walk if possible if you're like me and live somewhere where walking home isn't an option walk other times like to the end of your road and back for me I walk 2 streets over to the river then I walk down the river well on weekends since I have kids or walk to the store if there's one by your house they just built a dollar general by mine so if possible I will be walking there

I'm a hypocrite about this next one but so is everyone else don't weigh yourself every single day once a week is good just makes sure not to weigh before you use the bathroom, after you eat or after you shower it adds up instead find a pair of jeans that are a size or even two sizes to small and try them on every day until you can wear them I'm currently a size 12/14 and I do this with a size 6/8

To my Ana's in college (this one is me) if you live on campus take the opportunity and walk/jog probably don't run you don't wanna go to class sweaty and smelly but you do you or if you're college is like mine and all your classes are in the same building lie to your family about your class times and go to the park or the gym after class I prefer the park bc it's beautiful and there's usually nobody there (this goes for highschool Ana's that have a car too say you're going to a friend's house)

Strict families/make you eat at the table you already know the napkin rules but one thing a lot of people forget is to fake chew when you "take a bite" and then spit it in the napkin don't chew the food that adds calories I read somewhere you take in almost a third of the calories from chew and spit so don't chew the food purposefully get some on your face get a napkin wipe it off and spit the unchewed bite into the napkin now here's where it gets a little gross don't put the whole napkin in your pocket just the food (unless it's like rice or something that can fall easy) this way you can use the same napkin again. If you're forced to go out and all they have is the napkins they put the Silverware in this especially works for that and you'll get lucky If you park beside the bushes bc then you can feed the animals your pocket food make sure to walk in the back when doing this so no one sees always wear laces and make sure one is untied when leaving the restaurant and stop to tie it while you do that throw the food as fast as possible before anyone notices also everyone knows about the cut and push don't do this eith finger foods at a restaurant tear it don't cut it with a fork DONT FORGET KETCHUP IS YOUR BEST FRIEND don't get any mayo based condiments (ranch, honeymustard, bbq) only ketchup or steak seasoning (0-25cal per tbsp)

Workouts, either wake up before everyone or go to sleep way after everyone nothing happens over night so try and slowly change it so you're not exhausted do an hour workout for this point (I do a flexibility stretch followed by a chloe ting then a Pamela reif cardio) then you can weigh then shower and say "oh I just woke up" ALSO DO THE WORKOUT IN YOUR PAJAMAS that way if they ask why you're sweaty/stink tell them you get night sweats and try and wake up before everyone to shower bonus points for if you have a thick blanket

Start picking up extra chores again little by little so nobody suspects anything and they think you're just being helpful if they notice you haven't eaten tell them you got distracted bc you like cleaning that way the house is clean and you're losing and they think you have an amazing new Hobbie all though it turns you into the "clean freak" of the family just battle that with the "at least I'm not a slob"

I hope you stuck around this long bc I just had a great idea!!! Meal time you sit eith your family at the table you spit your food into the napkin, it's winter/fall or just straight up cold in your house you have on a big sweater/hoodie under that sweater you have a fanny pack this way your pockets don't get bulgy and the sweater hides the pack half way through the meal (occasionally) say you have to pee or something "I drank way to much water I'll be right back" or something along those lines empty the fanny in the toilet and flush

I've been doing these for 9 years and they've really helped me and the only one in my family that knows is my husband and that's only bc I told him in highschool (I've had this since I was 11)

[ginneke]

Flash Fiction Friday - #213: "Ten Years Later."

@flashfictionfridayofficial has released today's prompt and I've been ~inspired~.

—

I wrote an AU of my own AU, 'A Seed of Song', in which -- ten years after the Calamity -- a juvenile Rito tries to learn more about her Hylian dad, guided by her dead father's diary.

Told in reverse chronology. 1k words exactly in GDocs.

—

And The Time Has Flown

Characters: The Chick (A Seed of Song), Aryll, Purah (mentioned), Impa, Sidon, Revali (posthumous)

—

"The Director told me you're here. That you're healing. 

"...Are you? I'm not doubting her! But— Are you really gonna wake up? 

"...Are you really my father?

"Nobody can tell me. But if you are… Please. Come back. Come back."

—

"Hi! Um. I'm looking for Lady Purah?"

Aryll pauses and looks the little Rito girl over. She doesn't seem much taller than an eight-year-old, and her russet-and-cream feathers are in substantial disarray from a long, hard flight. 

"The Director?" 

The little girl nods. Her eyes flash with hope.

 "You want that big building up the hill, then," Aryll says, pointing the way, and tries not to smile at the flicker of dismay on the girl's face that soon turns into grim determination.

"Thanks."

"You'll have a hard time getting up there, you know," Aryll calls after the child as she starts hopping away up the path/ Her legs are only little. "It’s late. I'll be running supplies up there tomorrow morning. You're welcome to stay with..."

- us, she almost says, but that's not right anymore. It's just Aryll in that old house across the Firly, after Gramps passed away and Ma went out hunting and never came back, and Nanna didn't wake up one morning, and—

And Dad and Link both died, far away from home, when the Calamity came.

“You promise?”

The girl says it with such suspicion that Aryll has to laugh. “Promise.”

She beckons for the Rito girl to follow. As they near the bridge, she thinks to ask, “What's your name?

The girl chirps out, “I’m—"

—

"...I see."

The child fidgeted from one foot to the other. "Do you... believe me?"

Truthfully, it is quite the wild and incredulous tale. If she hadn't been an unwitting witness to some small part of the tale, she might not have believed it.

But Impa had found herself cast as a silent intermediary, letting Link's letters slip out of the castle with minimal disturbance and no eyes but her own setting sight on their contents.

Champion Revali's replies had been scarcer, and neither side had given much indication of the regard that might imply a shared parental duty, but...

Purah told her, just once, of the champion's chick. Her older sister had always enjoyed keeping secrets. It would come as no surprise if Purah knew something more.

So Impa puts her doubts aside for now, and tells the child what she knows, and sets her on the path towards Purah.

...And that evening, when the shadows fall and the village turns still, Impa walks to the island where the Goddess Statue stands and prays Link might wake and return to them soon.

For Princess Zelda's sake, and for this child who calls herself his.

—

This year, Gaddison is chosen to wield the Ceremonial Trident. Not for the first time, Prince Sidon longs to be bigger. Then he might be the one to carry it instead.

He's distracted anyway. There's a Rito perched on the cliffside the entire time, though they don't make any move to approach, watching the subdued ceremony in silence and shifting only when Laflat steps forward and sings the song that Sidon hates them singing.

By the time the festival ends, and Sidon manages to glance up at the cliffside again, the Rito has gone.

He tracks them to a pond, south of the Veiled Falls, and finds them sitting at the edge of the water, a book in their wings and a bow set within reach.

They are - she is - singing. But it's not the simple version, the way Laflat sang it: it's Mipha's version, and Queen Sela's before her, with a few unknown turns that speak of another voice that passed it on.

Sidon picks up on all of that, but he can't make sense of it. "How do you know that?"

The Rito snaps her book shut, guilty. "I — my dad sang it to me when I first hatched."

"...You're a Rito," Sidon points out.

"Um. Yeah?"

Rito don't marry Zora. Do they? Maybe there's something he doesn't know. "How was your dad a Zora?"

"They... weren't? They were Rito. And Hylian. He's the one who sang to me. My uncle said he was a knight in service to Hyrule's princess..." 

That's wrong. She's wrong. Princess Zelda only had one sworn knight. Everyone says so. And he was...

"The Hylian Champion was gonna be my sister's husband," Sidon tells her with certainty. His father says it's true, and all the councillors believe it too, even if they hate Hylians now. "You're mistaken."

It's the wrong thing to say. The Rito girl flies into a rage. "I'm not lying," she shrieks, "you're lying!" 

"You're wrong!" Sidon yells back. "Why would my sister have made him that armor if they weren't…"

Everyone says it! Mipha loved Link. Mipha wanted to marry Link. So why does this girl think she can barge in and say otherwise?

But she flies off before Sidon can say so, winging her way south, away from Zora's Domain. Well. Good riddance, Muzu would say.

...He still feels bad about it. If he sees her again, he'll try to say sorry.

—

He keeps talking about giving her a name.

No matter that I've told him she has a name, and it's only a sad quirk of his biology that he can't say it. How else would she recognise when I'm talking to her? Really. She doesn't need a Hylian name yet.

—

...Loath as I am to concede the point, he might - inadvertently - have one.

And the name he suggested wasn't that unacceptable...

I wonder if she ever felt this way when I was young. Probably not: the way people speak of her, she thought herself invincible.

I should thank her for that lesson, at least. No warrior is invincible. Any battle might be our last. I knew that, but...

It took until now for me to understand it.

Yes. That name will do. I'll tell him when we meet at Mt. Lanayru…

[oldfangirl81]

Brightside, Chapter 2

Fandom: Teen Wolf, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Rating: Mature but don't go beyond canon violence

Relationships: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: The night continues with a trip to ER and a few surprise visitors.

(This is now a fix it for S4 finale.)

I had a nice comment this week on Ch1 so I wanted to update sooner rather than later.

Notes: This fic will now become a fix-it for the S4 finale. While I actually thought the finale was fantastic I still am happy this fic has an easy built in fix. I’m leaning towards just a magical fix instead of making him a wolf but we’ll see. Also, I decided to now to go evil Deaton, so instead Jennifer Blake will get the blame for some issues with Derek’s wolf. Hope you still enjoy this.

Song Inspiration:

Shut Me Up by Nicky Youre

Maybe you love me, but maybe not enough

Maybe you need me, or maybe I'm too much

I'm overcomplicated, I can't explain it, I tell myself that

You might not feel the same and that's killin' me, so spell it out

'Cause I-I-I-I, I'm overthinkin'

I-I-I-I, so help me out

Just kiss my lips and shut mе up

Just pull me in, it's obvious

I need some therapy

'Causе knowin' me, I think too much

Jumpstart my heart and make it stay

I'm runnin' out of ways to say

I'm sick of overthinkin'

Kiss my lips and shut me up

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stiles really didn’t want to have to worry about why Derek and whoever were coming to Austin. But now that things calmed down a little he couldn’t help but worry what happened on the hellmouth now. The last Stiles knew Derek was in agreement with Scott and his dad on keeping Stiles at the fringes of everything. It didn’t seem to matter that at this point Stiles had more training then Scott. None of them where the same inexperienced teenagers but it was only Stiles that seemed to be unable to shake that label.

“You okay, kid?” asked Gabriel. He could tell the younger man was disturbed and wondered if he contributed to it. “I’m sorry I didn’t know there was an Argent in town.”

“Not your fault but I am surprised nobody made note of her married name in her file.”

“They may have but I’ve had no reason to go looking. She hadn’t done anything until today to even put her on my radar.” Gabriel was frustrated and disgusted.

Not a single Argent clan member should be working in law enforcement in his opinion. He had zero faith that they would actually follow the rules when they hold the loosest to the hunter’s code. Even the Calveras were better if he had to pick a hunting clan to work with. But even then the trust was very limited. He would want them to know if something happened and Carlos had to be bitten. Gabriel really hoped that never needs to happen because with their bloodline odds would be high of Carlos becoming a spontaneous Alpha. Gabriel didn’t believe in the lore around “true alpha” but his family did still have a rise of a beta rising to Alpha without taking a spark from someone else. He just wasn’t sure his son has what it takes to lead a pack. But that is borrowing trouble from something that will hopefully never happen.

“Whatever, I don’t blame you.” Stiles said drawing the other man out of his head again. “Sorry you have to do the big reveal with Carlos and TK.” Stiles was still trying hard to ignore the growing panic of Derek Hale being in the same town as an Argent again. Well an Argent that wasn’t Chris, who last Stiles knew was still in Europe. He check with Danny later when talking about everything else.

“Ranger Reyes, your son is about to be discharged. He said to give you the exam report for the case.” She handed the paperwork to Stiles who was still in uniform. “They’ll be out momentarily for you to take home.”

“Thank you, Sally.”

“Do you want me to pick up donuts on the way to your house? It is almost 7am.” Stiles couldn’t believe how the night both flew by and seemed to never end. So many questions. So much paperwork still to be done. At least he didn’t have to lie on most of the reports that it was a magical alert system that told him about Carlos. They were still figuring out the mundane explanation but most of the just came from Ranger Reyes using his special division powers.

“No need. Andrea has already started cooking a large brunch since I wasn’t sure if anyone ate dinner last night either. She stress cooks like you so hope your hungry.”

“Well I won’t ever turn down any of your better half’s cooking.”

TK pushed a wheelchair containing a grumbling Carlos over to the two men.

“He is off work for at least two weeks according to the doctor. He was a little puzzled by the way the injury was showing signs of being a couple days into the healing process.”

All three men turned to look at a blushing Stiles with suspicion. Stiles was hoping they got out of the hospital quicker because he could tell TK and Carlos were getting impatient wanting answer. Or a distraction to put it off even longer.

“STILINSKI! Why did we track you down to a hospital after the panicked use of pack bonds earlier?”

Maybe Stiles should have been a little more specific on what distraction would have been okay.

“Jackass? What are you doing in Austin?” Stiles stared feeling like this was the start of a train wreck that he could do nothing to stop. He could feel a panic attack starting to build.

“Derek, Ethan, Eli and I are here to talk to you. Some stuff has been discovered that you really need to know. But now how bad are you injured?” Jackson did give Carlos, TK and Gabriel a glance but was more focused on Stiles.

“Officer Stilinski was not injured when rescued my son from a serial killer. I’m Ranger Reyes, the father of the man he saved. Now I’d appreciate it if you could take a step back from Officer Stilinski.” Gabriel made sure his badge was clearly visible.

“SERIAL KILLER!” Jackson inhaled trying to see if he could scent any blood on Stiles. Or even the killers scent to hunt down in the future. Nobody hurt his pack’s...well whatever Stiles was to the pack. “No injury? Derek is going to loose his shit. We might want to wait to tell him.”

“Why would he care that much?” asked Stiles. He remembered the last few conversations with the Alpha clearly.

“Who is Derek?” asked Carlos feeling loopy from the meds and head injury. But he still didn’t remember Stiles even hinting that he was in a relationship. But again the other man kept his cards close to his chest.

“The Alpha and UST buddy for almost a decade now.”

TK mouthed the words ‘UST buddy’ to Carlos in amusement.

“Jackson! I told you to wait for us.”

There in the hospital doorway was the one very attractive papa wolf holding his sleepy adorable pup. Ethan was right behind rolling his eyes at his impatient husband who had gone ahead.

“Oh.” TK and Carlos couldn’t help but appreciate the man before them. It did help make things a little clearer about Officer Stilinski while opening up even more questions.

Before Stiles could find his words Derek carefully handed off Eli to Jackson. Then wrapped an arm around Stiles waist pulling him into an embrace. Stiles let out a very manly squeak. With his other hand Derek stroked Stiles cheek as he leaned forward pressing their lips together. The kiss was deepened quickly by both men. A whimper was heard when they broke apart but nobody knew which made the sound.

Stiles tried pushing Derek away in worry. “Jackson, did you let your alpha come to Austin while under a spell?”

Derek took Stiles chin in his hand so they were making eye contact. “It is the opposite. When they tore down part of the school recently it included the classroom that the Darach used. It broke a spell she had anchored there. Her goal was to make me focus on her. Blake knew there was a mating bond in the early stages between the two of us. While her death ended most of the magic this one was physical anchored so it lasted longer.” Derek could see the disbelief and hope in Stiles eyes. “I am so sorry that I told you no before you came to Austin. The spell muted or blocked any feeling I had towards you.”

Stiles felt like his brain was blue screening. He desperately wanted to believe Derek but he also remember how painful it was before he came to Austin.

“I swear I came with my pack as soon as I could.” Derek hoped he wasn’t too late to have a chance with his mate.

“Uh, so I might not understand all that is happening right now but I think it would probably be better to move this to the Reyes house instead of a hospital lobby?” TK interrupted because he could tell this would go on for a while if he didn’t. They clearly had some issues to work out.

“Oh. Right. Other people exist.” Stiles fought the urge to hide his face in Derek’s shoulder. His very strong and shapely shoulders. What was he doing again.

“I would be honored for Alpha Hale and his pack to join us for a meal and explanations. Just follow us or text Stiles for the address.” Gabriel started herding everyone out of the hospital.

“The Hale pack is honored for the offer and will take you up on it.”

Jackson made a face at Eli over the ridiculousness, the younger boy giggled.

“I’ll ride with Gabriel so yeah just follow us.” Stiles reluctantly stepped back from Derek as they made their ways to the three cars. “See you soon.”

Gabriel patted Stiles shoulder unsure what this all meant. He weirdly felt this tied to the Argent in the territory but wasn’t sure how yet. Hopefully talking it all out would bring answers but first they needed food.

[daisynik7]

WIFEY! i woke up rolling off my bed and landed on a back scratcher that was on my floor and now there’s a dent in my knee LMAO. your wife is not only a sleepy, silly girlie, she’s also a clumsy girlie. i’ve also been incessantly crying over your messages it’s fine 🥲

but i’m sorry to hear about that, i’m glad to hear it was almost and not did get into a car accident, even then i don’t know if you suffered from whiplash or anything but as long as you're safe and unharmed, i’m happy. i do feel bad for the person who randomly broke down, especially on the freeway, hope they’re ok too :( 

i have family that lived in the midwest and can attest to how brutal the cold and snow is, and yes driving must’ve been an absolute nightmare! another reminder to my snookums to stay warm on all fronts bundled up, and eat warm foods (soup!!!!!!) 🥰

AND THANK YOU for hosting the swap and for your recs! given your impeccable tastes i know i will enjoy them thoroughly, and i can’t get over how well-detailed your descriptions of each and why you love them, i’m excited to read them! 

i have to say one thing i’ve always loved about your fic reblogs is your in-depth analysis i.e. the screenshots and highlights of particular excerpts that stood out to you and loved, there’s truly no one like you 🥹 and for you to that to something i wrote??? I’M HONOURED, AND I’M SOFT NOBODY TOUCH ME I’M A SOBBING MESS wait no please hug me 😭 i am absolutely in love with your love and care for others, and that has shown in your feedback to others and your check-ins, thank you for your sweet words and support <3

as i’m typing this i just got your message, (don’t feel pressured to respond to this!) do as you please, i’m honoured, thank you for the follow!!! <3 and once again thank you for your sweet words on How It’ll Be, i’m shrieking!

 i hope the rest of your week is productive and your weekend is well spent and restful! i’m so proud of you!!!! in the meantime, i’m sending you all my love, all my kisses, all my hugs, and cuddles 🤍🤍🤍

also, my internet is being a little silly billy so i don't know if this message was sent the first time, i'm hoping not 🫠

lastly, i’d like to inform you that you have permanent residence in a very special place in my heart where I have you safely tucked in and you are not allowed to leave (there are snacks, i promise) 🫢 in all seriousness, hope you’ve had a wonderful day and night and i love you endlessly my darling wife, treat yourself kindly, always! 🥰

my sleepy, silly, clumsy, beautiful wifey! I'm sorry your rolled off your bed, but I'm assuming it's because you had such a pleasant dream, so I hope it was at least worth it. and if not, I'm kissing the little dent on your knee to heal it if it isn't fully healed already!

I'm totally safe from the near accident, it sounds more dramatic than I'm making it sound and the person who stopped seemed to be fine physically. hoping they were able to move to safer location and get their car fixed because it didn't seem like anything was wrong (which is good).

thank you for participating in the fic swap! I still have yet to read the rest of the fics you recommended, been a busy and distracted girl this week, but they are still on my radar and I'm very excited!

I try to leave more in-depth comments whenever I can just because I feel like I can better express myself doing that instead of spamming the tags LOL. I got inspired by another mutual I have on here who does it often, so I can't take credit for it! I just want to show how much I appreciate the writers on here because I feel like we (as a Tumblr community) don't do that enough!

I never want to leave this safe space I have in your heart! 🥹 I am the most cozy and comfortable there and I'm not leaving for anything (so you better get used to me lol). I love you so so dearly my snookums, always thinking of you even when I'm away! I hope you had a relaxing and/or productive weekend and that these last few weeks of 2023 go by smoothly. love you so much thea ♥️

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Excerpt from an upcoming OTH fic

Author's note: I've been working on a multi-chapter fic about Keith and Karen (as it stands, spanning a decade or two) partially inspired by this exchange between Karen and Whitey in season 3:

"You had Camilla for a lifetime. I had Keith for a few weeks." "Whose fault was that?"

I had a lot of thoughts about what their relationship was like in the years before the start of the show, including what opportunities there had been for the two of them to try something more than friendship, because you know there had to be at least one instance where they had considered it. I had no idea where it would lead me, but the muses have been kind, and I have been excited to share part of what I've been working on.

Coming back to watch OTH as an adult has been interesting, and I've found myself more invested in the storylines of the adults' lives/relationships than the kids' (at least so far). I've also really enjoyed the episodes of the Drama Queens podcast that I've listened to and the insights I've gained into many of the characters and their motivations.

The following excerpt is a few years into their friendship, set in the fall of 1986, and will likely end up being the fourth or fifth chapter.

The working title is Is Almost Enough?

(don't mind my rudimentary photo editing skills of Keith & Karen circa 1986. I'm basically only happy with the insertion of the "TH" onto the sweater) Original photos (at the end of the post) are promo stills from Voyage of the Rock Aliens (1984) and The Cutting Edge (1992), respectively.

One Tree Hill Fanfiction | Keith Scott/Karen Roe | Rated T

Alternate Universe - Pre canon | Inspired by canon | Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies | Friends to Lovers | The Slowest of Burns

Story summary: A look at Keith and Karen throughout the years, starting with when they met in middle school. They have their ups and downs, but with a few tweaks to the events in this universe, they eventually find a happily ever after—together.

Chapter summary: Who am I kidding? Keith told himself. Left to his own devices, he would never have worked up the nerve to ask her out. But now that the opportunity was here, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.

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Despite the brisk chill in the October air, Karen found herself sitting across from Keith at their usual study spot in the quad. Having finished her chemistry homework, she pulled out the novel she had started reading the prior day. The modern gothic authors were a new favorite of hers after recently being introduced to them in her English class, but that afternoon, the copy of Flowers in the Attic that sat in front of her was seemingly no longer enough to hold her attention.

Instead, she found herself peeking up from the pages to look at Keith, admiring the way the breeze swept through his hair and secretly wishing that her fingers could do the same. She loved the look of concentration on his face and the last thing she wanted to do was break his focus when she was so proud of him for deciding to apply to a couple of four-year universities in addition to the local community college. There was a fleeting thought of how much she would miss him next year when he was off at college, but she brushed it aside. There was something she needed to tell him, and Karen didn’t want to wait a moment longer.

“Dan and I broke up,” she said abruptly.

Keith’s head jerked back, but he kept his eyes on the application he had been filling out. “I…” He steeled himself and looked up at her expectant face. “I’m sorry to hear that, Karen.” He tapped his pen on the table as he thought about what to say next. “How are you, uh–how are you doing with that?”

“Well, first I was pissed. But that was before we broke up. And then I was relieved. Because I didn’t have to put up with his crap anymore. And now… Well, now I’m…” she looked into Keith’s eyes, her expression growing hopeful as she came closer to the words she had been holding onto for far too long. “I’m happy. Because there’s this other guy who I really like.”

She watched as Keith’s face dropped, suddenly becoming stoic.

“And I’m hoping that… Well, if he likes me too, he might ask me out.”

“Oh,” he said quietly, not picking up on her hints. “Well, I hope that works out for you.” He looked down at the application once more, and found that her news left him unable to make sense of the words on the page in front of him.

“Keith…” Karen waited for his gaze to return to hers. She gave him a look, willing him to understand. She smiled shyly.

“Oh!” A slow smile grew on his face as the realization hit him. Flustered by being put on the spot and Karen’s nervous smile as she hoped for reciprocation, Keith hardly had time to process it all. For all the time they had spent together over the years and the almost unlimited array of topics they discussed, one thing he had never come close to telling her was that he carried feelings for her of something more than friendship. He liked to think that, eventually—when enough time had passed after her break-up—he might have come up with the idea to ask her out on his own. After testing the waters to find out if she was even interested, of course.

Who am I kidding? He told himself. Left to his own devices, he would never have worked up the nerve. But now that the opportunity was here, he wasn’t going to let the moment pass him by.

“I… Karen…” his chest puffed out with confidence and his chin lifted as he asked her a question he thought he would never say. “Do you want to go out on a date with me?”

Karen’s face lit up, and Keith felt his heart soar.  

“Yes,” she answered. “I do.”

“You’re sure it’s not too soon?”

“It’s not soon enough.”

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That's all, folks!

I hope there's at least one person out there who enjoyed this, because there's a lot more where this came from.

If you did enjoy it, I'd love to hear what you think!

Lastly, here are the originals that I edited for my version above.

[the-firebird69]

And he wants to do this car in a kit and it's just like the Ford GT40 this is the Corvette this is like a c3 or something but the c7 or c8 is the same front end and that's what matters everybody wants a Corvette then again everybody wants to Ford GT 40 and no one can afford the Ford and we're not making that many Corvettes cuz we're stupid and really these things are fast and his stats will be different but the Chevy can go with a Chevy and the Ford can go with the Ford well that's not how they do it but this is intense what an idea and I would do a cut and I agree with it and we can start right away right now and nobody even knows where the hell they are or if they exist anymore and that's crap he used to see a few now he sees one once a month I mean it's dog due everyone's driving s***** cars and he says it's going to get worse and he can make it to sell the state which is what he wants to do solid state practically all of it to be used for a fly car the hole would work this ain't up to 3,000 which is not right but you can take it off and make the molds easier but really I understand what he's saying most of it would be like emitter proof because they change the electronics how to solid state and they don't have his reburner s*** and also the crap the exhaust is very simple and it's easy to fix the engines are a pain in the ass Tuesdays but boy would this be great so they're going to say what the stats are and we're going to have a meeting and we can he said we don't have a problem selling to our people that's that's not an issue if that's the stipulation and I don't think it's real smart to do it that way and we want to go inspire people doing it that's how you identify them and not too many at first but really we have trillions of people sitting in their stupid houses that are confident this will get them out there competent the confident too

Mac daddy

Okay we're talking about the Chevy Malibu again the base horsepower is about 220 ft pounds to 35 and the stats:

--0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds and it's slightly slower because it would be a little bit heavier because of the chassis

--quarter mile 6.8 seconds a teensy bit faster because of torque and horsepower combination

--top speed is faster and it is because of the motor it is instead of 420 of the Ford GT40 kit 480 if you did the cradle in the LS1 it is a mid-engine car at that point and the Malibu is in four wheel independent it would be 780 a little bit slower 10 mph both of these cars are extremely fast when you do it with a kit the reason is the weight is less they wait these things down with these have full cages and enclosures the GT has one no it's only a partial and it's lame and too dangerous and the Corvette has a partial to anastasis and most supercars like this this would solve the problem

Thor Freya

And I was thinking too this would solve the problem and it would be safe and you'd have safety equipment on top of it right now people are getting killed in these things are cheap and nobody wants to get one and this would change the world and I would be heading Ben would have to follow and he's saying that's fine and he can beat me because of the statistics and my grand nephew says it's because it looks a little hotter it's true too but that's his ladies car so Ben's going to get there she kicked out of me women and never notice it even though it's going to be a quadriplegic I'm going to try and do this I know what to say it's like a deal and we go ahead and start doing it and starts working somehow the Vader company is in North Carolina and we are there but the others are there too and they haven't closed their doors. We want to go ahead with this concept vehicle you need to have a V6 and you have to buy the whole kit that's the way to do it to keep it safe and so it works right and it's not going to be pricey aftermarket Corvette parts are everywhere everybody puts them in almost anything the kid itself will probably sell for 25 to 30 grand because the new car is 180,000 you can buy a brand new Malibu for $25 and put it together and it's not even it's a quarter of the price around I mean geez you can turn around and sell it for more money because it goes about 180 mph faster and they'll be famous quicker quick enough and I'll be making a bunch of money delivery we have that the whole right now is metal the shell is metal now it's not why it weighs more is they put a bunch of stupid things in it so I know what they're talking about I want to go ahead and try and get this going and I want partners from my group and his volunteering his mom because it's like the firebird and I don't know what she's scared for you can never ran near her and she says it's a drunk driver test so she wants to get involved and she's going to do it and he's going to get some sleep

Mac daddy

Me too this is an American company and I'm an American and it's our side of the family and Ken I don't know what he's doing we have to do the other side and he thinks that this car in the Corvette itself some problems been I don't know. Arnold then Arnold anyways we're talking to ben. And it's because of what Ken finds out with you so we probably want to do this

Biden

Yeah we want to do this I can't get these cars to my people and I own the company is fruitcakes want to make three a day or something I'm going to get them out of there cuz they're going to s*** everywhere but really I think that's true he's kind of thinking ahead a little you got a feeling of ken being very mad. He says he knows what to do they're going to try and steal them all day and night and it works for us we want to see that it's animal behavior they suck so damn bad they're so freaking stupid and that was Ken

Ben Arnold

He got to see it we can't get to the factories up yet they show up with armies of idiots we don't know what they're going to go down there with he shooters or nothing they're expecting them to fight and it'll still be here and it goes back to these mental patients it's a circle of stupidity

Thor Freya

Olympus

[fin24bb]

Story : overview and inspiration

Overview

For the start of the game I want to throw the player in where the gameplay start with little amounts of exposition on who the characters are just giving small hints on who the characters are and there relationships that would be established more as the story panned out however I don't have the means to make the whole story/game

however a general overview of what happens at the start of the game that is playable is that Finbub the main character who attends a school set in the modern day but this school is that off a school for outcasts and weirdos with odd mutations and powers mostly linked to those of Gods from around the world a small bit of exposition that the player wouldn't know is that Finbub the protagonist used to be friends with Dionysus or as he calls him Dio for short as they were good friends Dio however one day gains a new set of powers before he was weak and seen as an outcast even in a school full of them as being related to that of Dionysus he could only grow measly Grape vines and sometimes the grapes if he was lucky but however he one day suddenly spurts new crazy powers allowing him to not just have much ascended the previous powers being able to make his old powers far stronger being able to create that of sentient grapes but also he has the ability to grant wishes but he only uses this for evil and his own way all of the bullying he was stuck with will be retributed but this causes a sort of outbreak of his mental stability causing him to go crazy with power this is then left to Finbub to fix as he was his only real friend as he didn't have much of powers either he was just a Faun a goat boy with legs horns and eyes that he hides as he dislikes that due to previous bullying he covers it with a bandanna that shows off his inner flame as well he has fire powers however very weak he could barely light a candle if he tried but Dionysus might help reveal his inner power and this is more a less where the story starts with Dio making Fin fight off his new minions

The inspiration

My Hero Academia

Firstly one of my largest pieces of inspiration was from the anime/manga series My Hero Academia the show mostly consists of a world inhabited by many people who suddenly spurted powers one day called quirks these are superpowers that really can be anything sticky balls that come out of your head to Super strength caused by ingesting Sugar although what I will say is it is almost the opposite to my world as not having powers in this universe would cause one to be bullied in comparison and that's where I pull a large piece of inspiration from the Main Character Izuku Midoriya he Starts the series as somewhat of a nobody bullied from the fact he has no powers but he still aspires to become a strong hero and attend the school for heroes UA However once he is given his power One for All by the number one hero All Might he is able to climb his way up and become far stronger than anyone could imagine

Danganronpa

Danganronpa is a Game/Anime series based around a group of students all talented in there own areas and therefore are invited to a prestigious school Hopes peak academy however upon arrival they are never to be seen again the story of the game follows as story murder mystery puzzle based gameplay as a game of survival of the fittest plays out between them having to try and be the last survivors playing a game of kill or be killed every time someone is murderer the students go to trial having to try and pin it on one person who will then be sent to "punishment time" that would lead to the inevitable death there is 3 main games/series that all follow the same idea with a fresh new cast and ideas obviously my main inspiration from this game is the character each having there own unique talents that span from being the ultimate gambler to the ultimate swimmer and everything in-between and outside this idea

Wednesday

The Netflix iteration on the Addams family series Wednesday I think really fits the theme of my game well as the setting and story share many point such as the school for out casts with werewolves, Gorgons and vampires and many other with there own unique powers compared to My Hero Academia where not having powers is weird its the opposite in this universe where having them makes you weird and dangerous but I also think this universe works well as it is set in the modern day making mentions of that such as tiktok but also another part of this is that the main story is Wednesday and her group of friends hunting down a mysterious beast and having many other mysteries mix into it and that would be similar to my story as a whole as while chasing the main villain there would be many side plots set off

[lokisprettygirl]

You can butt in whenever you want dear 😘

Loki will always be my favourite character and I'll continue to write about him whenever the inspiration strikes. And don't worry dear I'm not good at reading either, it's just something I can't find time for but that can't be said about other people here, they read and they followed me because they read my fics and liked it, I don't know what it is that i have said or done (must be plenty..I tend to speak my opinions 😄) but it bothered them so much that they stopped reading from me altogether and these are the people I see on my mutual's notes all the time.

And it's not just about my writing, it's the general posts I'm talking about where I'm just sharing something and i hardly get any response from the supposed 4k followers that I have, it makes me feel like I'm talking to a wall and nobody is interested in what I'm saying here. That bothers me moore than people not reading my fics anymore.

I have unfollowed several people as well, some of them were not even following me anymore but my dash is still cluttered with the things I don't want to see because of reblogs and i still see things I don't want to see 😄

You should write for other characters if you want dear, I never thought I would but writing for Daemon is such a guilty pleasure for me now, it's almost like writing an original character because he's nothing like what he's in the show and it's purely for my pleasure, I didn't start writing him with intentions to join new fandom, I don't want that, it's just for me and in process if other people are enjoying it then there's nothing better than that.

As I have said i love your blog and the pictures you post, i have been following you from a while now and even read a fic of yours which had made me tear up, you're amazing and i love talking to you so never feel otherwise 😘❤️

Sorry you felt unappreciated by Loki fandom

That's alright. It doesn't matter to me anymore. I'm not even sure why I have 4k followers because only three people interact with me here on daily basis (i wouldn't mind if some of you will just unfollow me), forget about my writing, it doesn't even exist to some of them.

I just want to write for myself and update for those three people that still look forward to it no matter what and I'm done trying to be part of this fandom.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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A/N: This part was inspired on the song Treacherous by Taylor Swift

{Stranger Things Masterlist}

{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

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Treacherous

You can't believe you let Billy convince you into this. These parties were never your thing. They usually happen during the week, and on the next day, you can see the effects on those who went. Today is Saturday, but even so.

Maybe it was Billy's intense stare, or how he smiled and caressed your cheek as he asked you to go with him... Or how he said he wouldn't go without you because there would be no point.

Sighing, you look at yourself in the mirror, blushing at the memories. Your hair is styled with some waves, and they flow down your shoulders. The dress you choose is tight, perfectly hugging your body. Not too tight though, as the dresses Stacy and her friends wear. It's decent and delicate, pink and black... And you wonder if Billy will like it.

“(Y/N), Billy is here!” Your mother yells and you sigh, fixing your hair and leaving the bathroom.

Once you put the high heels on, you take your purse and go downstairs. Billy is seated on the couch, but his eyes find you immediately, and he stands up. “Hey.” You mutter, walking over a very weird Billy. He has his mouth half-open, eyes scanning your body. “Have you lost something?” Trying to keep the sassy tone, you cross your arms, heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I just never saw you on a dress before and...” He sighs, eyes meeting yours and a smirk coming to his lips. “You're stunning.”

Biting your lip, you look down, taking in the leather jacket and the red shirt underneath, which has a lot of buttons left open. “You look good too.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. “Shall we go?”

“Sure.” Nodding, you start walking to the front door.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls, and when you turn around, she's standing by the kitchen door frame. “Be back by ten, alright?”

Silently, you nod before waving and walking out.

The ride to the party is filled with small talk. Billy keeps stealing glances, a small smile that never leaves his lips.

Once you get there, a house you don't even know who lives in, you raise your eyebrows as you walk in. The music is loud, but the people are louder. The place is crowded, and you wouldn't want to be the one to clean this place after.

“So, what do you think?” Billy asks, mouth close to your ear.

“It's very loud!” You tell him, and someone bumps on you, making your shoulder collapse on his chest.

Billy gives someone a hard stare before looking down at you. “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Come.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the living room, which has the furniture all moved, creating an open space. There are a lot of people here already, but they move aside for Billy. A lot of eyes lay on you, but you ignore them. “I don't even know if you can dance, pretty girl.”

“Oh, I do.” Smirking at him, you wrap your arms around his neck, and start moving.

Billy raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed as his hands encircle your waist. You're very, very close, and you can feel all of his body. Your cheeks burn, the proximity making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. The heels do make you closer to his lips, but still, he'd have to bend down to kiss you.

Kissing Billy Hargrove. You never thought you'd want to do such thing.

But here you are now, dancing with him, spinning around and colliding your back against his chest as his arms hold you close, moving to the hectic beat. And it's perfect, amazing. Not because of the party, but because of him. You want to be like this forever, in his arms.

“You? Here?” The voice, very familiar breaks through your stupor, and you come back to Earth. Steve raises an eyebrow, purposely ignoring the man holding you. “I could never convince you to come to these parties. Not even when we were dating.”

Billy gets tense behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter. “Well, that was because I never had a good reason to come. Now I do.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at Billy. “Where's your girl?”

“Bathroom.” He says, looking around. “There she is. Gotta go.” He steps away, but stops suddenly, eyes focusing on Billy for the first time. “You try anything with her I–”

“Steve, go.” Cutting him off, you speak up. “I'll be alright, Billy treats me well.”

“He better do.” With one last angry stare, Steve walks away, and you breathe out, relieved.

“I'll get you something to drink,” Billy says, letting go of you. You turn around, giving him a look. “A soda. Just soda.” Smiling, he raises both hands in defeat. “I know you well, pretty girl.”

“Alright. I'll check the backyard.”

“I'll meet you there,” Billy says and you nod, starting to make your way through the people.

The backyard isn't empty, but it's not crowded as the house is. Blame it on the cold. It's freezing, and you wish you had brought a jacket. The yard is cute though. A single three and some wooden tables scattered around. There's a bench under the tree, so you sit there bracing yourself and rubbing your arms.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you find Tyler coming to join you on the bench. “You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks.” His tone sounds weird, and you move away from him a little.

“People didn't use to notice you, but they sure are now. And God, you're so beautiful.” He says, and you give him a confused glance. Why is he saying this? “How did you manage to stay invisible for so long?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders. “Because I'm not the type of girl guys like you pay attention to. And now that I'm with Billy–"

“You're with Billy?” He cuts you off, eyes following a small group of people walking by. “Is it official?”

“Mmm... We're... We're hanging out.”

“There's a big difference, see...” Tyler moves closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You immediately shake his hand away, but he keeps it on the backrest of the bench. “Because if you're with Billy, your off-limits. And if you're not... Well, I can have a shot with you.” Tyler run his fingers through your shoulder, all the way to the back of your neck. So you get up, not even trying to seem polite.

“I'm not interested, Tyler.” Bracing yourself from the cold, you look down at him.

“Look, you know Billy won't keep you. Save yourself a broken heart.”

“(Y/N),” Billy calls and you thank the heavens. Turning around, you find Billy coming your way. “Tyler.” He says in a weird, plain tone.

“Billy.”

“Here.” He hands you over the can of soda, eyebrows furrowed. “Everything alright?”

“Sure,” Tyler speaks before you can, a humorless laugh escaping his lips.

“Wasn't talking to you.” He snaps, eyes coming to look at you.

“I'm fine.” With a half-smile, you tell him, craking the can open and taking a sip.

“Mmm.” Billy mumbers, and you can read the question in his eyes. “Here.” He says at the same time he starts taking his jacket off. “You're cold.”

“I'm not, really.” You protest, but he puts the jacket around your shoulders anyway. “I mean it, B. You'll be cold.”

“I'm alright.” He assures you. “And come. Let's get out of here.” Without giving Tyler a second glance, Billy guides you away, and you don't even try to resist.

You thought he was driving you home, but instead, he took you to a snack bar, where he bought you ice cream. And here, leaning against his car in the almost empty parking lot, you're having more fun than you were back at the party. The night is a bit cold, but the sensation Billy brings out makes you warm.

“Did Tyler say anything?” He asks, putting his empty plastic ice cream cup on the hood of his car.

“No, just... He said I'm pretty, that you'll break my heart so I should give him a chance.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, putting your cup next to his before pushing yourself up, sitting on the hood of his Camaro. “But don't mind him. Nobody else knows what happens between us.”

“I won't break your heart. I'm scared you will break mine.” Billy says, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. “(Y/N), I...” He comes closer, his hand, on the hood, touching your leg. Then you fold a leg under yourself, your body leaning closer to him. It happens involuntary, as a need you have you didn't even know was there. “I use to act and think and feel like I was unbreakable. But you... You made me weak.” It comes out as a plead, and Billy ends the little distance between you two. His face is too close, and his blue eyes are everything you see as his hand comes to caress your cheek. “I'm completely at your mercy. I'll do anything you say”

You've never been this close to Billy. And yet, you want more. The whole world is out of focus, and even the gravity is too much. Your heart needs him, it wants him. “Put your lips close to mine...” Your voice is barely a whisper, as your mind tries to win the fight over your heart. You'd be smart to walk away, but Billy is quicksand. He pulls you in. His kindness, gentleness... His touch, his voice, his eyes... Every single thing draws you closer. “As long as they don't touch...”

“I'm in love with you,” Billy says, eyes never leaving yours. “I've been since I saw you for the first time but it only got stronger. When we're close, I want to kiss you, and touch you and look at you... And when I see you walking away all I can hear is the sound of my own voice asking you to stay.”

A smile takes over your lips. He's confessing it, he's saying it with all the words. Billy's heart is open... And he loves you. “Everyone warns me about you. They tell me not to fall for the bad boy and sometimes it scares me but... Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know.” Holding on the collar of his shirt, just to make sure he'll stay close, you look at his lips. “But nothing safe is worth the drive so...”

“(Y/N)...” He says, begs, pleads.

“This path is reckless... Treacherous... But I like it.”

And it's settled. You want him. And when Billy loses control, when he kisses you, you surrender. His lips taste like ice cream at first, but soon after all you can taste is him. And it's amazing, indescribable, inebriating. You've never kissed someone like that, you never wanted to kiss someone like that, and now you know why.

You've been waiting to kiss Billy all along.

And when you have to pull away, he holds you close, forehead touching as you both catch your breathes. The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable. It's the silence of two people in love enjoying each other's company.

“So...” Billy says after a while, his thumb caressing your lower lip. “I believe we're dating now.”

The different tone makes you laugh, playfully pushing him away and jumping off the hood. “What makes you think that?”

“A good girl like you wouldn't kiss someone she's not dating.”

“I'll make an exception for you...” With a smirk, you open the passenger door. “We can go back to the party if you want.”

“No way. I'm taking you home.” Billy gestures for you to get inside, closing the door for you.

“Are you for real?” You ask as he starts the car.

“Yup.”

“You know my mother isn't home, right? She wouldn't even know.” Putting the seat belt on, you look at Billy. He has a smile on. The kind of smile you've never seen before.

“No, I want to make things right this time.” He glances at you, and your eyes fall on his lips, making you want to kiss him again.

Blushing, you nod, looking at the road ahead. “Alright.”

On the ride home, you listen to some music. And as he speeds through the streets, you sing out loud. Some people look with an angry face, eyebrows furrowed, but it only makes you sing louder. You're happy, like you never felt before.

The song is only turned off when he stops by your house, and you step out of the car. Billy walks you to your front door, and you stop there, turning to face him.

“I had fun tonight.” You tell him, a hand on the door handle, but with no intention of going inside.

“So did I.” He mutters in a low voice, stepping closer. Despite the high heels, he's still taller, so you raise your head to look at him. The darkness hides you both from curious eyes, and it makes you brave enough to move closer, holding on to his shirt.

“You know that if I cross the door with this jacket I won't give it back anymore, right?” You whisper, a smile on your lips.

“Take it, it's yours.” He whispers back, a hand caressing your cheek. “The jacket... My heart...” And he kisses you again, slowly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his lips and mouth against the cold of the night.

But he pulls away too soon, and you sigh. “What?”

“It's past ten, pretty girl. Get inside.” He places a kiss on your forehead, reaching behind you and pushing the door open. “See you tomorrow at school.”

“Good night, B.” Smiling, you turn around and step inside, but the door remains open until his car disappears down the street.

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3,000!? Thank you all

What an absolutely insane Milestone we've come over this fine year it felt like yesterday and when there was only a thousand of you but now three thousand people that's just that's just crazy. I'll be the first one to say I didn't think starting in a you project like this anything like this big would give me this far I'll admit I had my times where I've failed to take a moment to realize what I was capable of such a good moment to realize how my stories can affect the people in such an impossible in emotional way.

Which is why I've which is why today I want to make that announcement that I that after I finished with my projects that I have set up already I plan to start a branch of my own new ideas and my own new storylines is a lot of comics and idea what I want to do a lot of things that I want to achieve and move forward towards but I can't do that tied down to this pandan as much as I've been in the past.

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I want to give it my all to give you off what you really deserve a story we're sharing a community born Anew but I can't do that tied down to the fandom as much as I have been in the past which is why I need to start growing some wings venturing out words making new things. This Sonic comic is just the beginning sued I'll start making more original ideas more even grander ask things to come I will give you all something truly worthy to read about Philly to take home to families so I need to take some work to read and perhaps one day someone deserving of a TV show or movie One Day. Which is why this isn't just a thank you to all of you who have dedicated your lives to contributing and support and supporting this small creator that you found but is also a large sign to people who want to make something more themselves who want to spark something new sure this fandom is the first place you can do that at the what happens when this place dies then your ideas die if you go out Branch out and start making new things that no one has ever thought I could work in any of the lights you'll be the first and only that you'll be able to start your own community that will live on for years to come we have that power you have that power use that to all its intent glory and I will be doing the same. Thank you all so much for 3,000 followers thank you all for your immense support and I love you all three thousand.

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Cheese, my beloved! You brighten my inbox and DMs every time you appear. Please don't worry about the fics, you know I don't hold you to those. If inspiration strikes then wonderful but I would hate to have you forcing yourself to write just for me. But speaking of fics. You did give me free choice on who Eskel's idiot is so....I'm really rather predictable, here's some Eskhir.

The Peanut Conspiracy

As far as parties went, it was quite a lavish one. There wasn't just one table of snacks, there were two which really did mean Lambert and Aiden had gone all out. As Eskel and Cahir stepped into the room they were met with a range of greetings, ranging from Jaskier's hug to Yennefer's cool nod.

"You made it!" Lambert bumped shoulders with Eskel while Aiden appeared next to Cahir on silent feet.

He gestured to the two tables with barely concealed pride. "The one with the red napkins and bowls are all things with peanuts in. So please don't have those. But the ones with the green napkins and bowls are peanut free."

"That's most thoughtful, thank you," Cahir muttered. He didn't glance at Eskel who was smiling indulgently at him. "I'll try not to eat from the red table and die."

Pleased and reassured that their guests knew what was what, Lambert and Aiden returned to their spot on the sofa, letting everyone get comfortable as they wished. It was common knowledge among them all that Cahir had a peanut allergy. Any discussion of it almost always led to the fact that he was an unfortunate soul to never even sample the beauty that was peanut butter. Each time it was mentioned, Cahir pulled a pained face while Eskel patted him on the arm reassuringly.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be, don't worry," he'd say.

Which was like fuel to Lambert's fire, an ever devout believer in the greatness of peanut butter. Of course from such a declaration onward he and Aiden got lost in their bickering of whether crunchy or smooth was the superior kind. It left Eskel to pull Cahir against him, an arm around his shoulders and chuckle lowly.

"Neither are that great."

"I know. Both are foul." Thankfully nobody heard their quiet exchange and snickering, too caught up in Lambert and Aiden's debate which usually resulted in stomping to the kitchen to prove points. Only once did Geralt follow them out of curiosity but he beat a hasty retreat, tight lipped and almost traumatised. Only weeks later did he ask Jaskier "Does peanut butter taste different depending on whether it's served on the collarbone or the navel?" out of the blue. Their very scientific investigation proved inconclusive.

At the party Eskel and Cahir drifted to the food eventually. They wandered together, Cahir helping himself to peanut free snacks before they moved to the red table where Eskel gleefully piled various treats onto his own plate. He didn't miss the way Cahir's eyes were glued to one particular bowl. So caught up in Cahir's wistful stare, Eskel didn't manage to avoid his plate being ripped from his hands by a tipsy Lambert.

"What are you doing? Eat that, kiss him and you might as well shove peanuts down his throat with your bare hands!"

Yanking his plate back, Eskel deliberately popped a peanut M&M into his mouth and crunched it loudly. "I can put my mouth to different uses tonight."

"And give your boyfriend dick hives?" Lambert scoffed and gave Cahir a sad look. "I'm sorry you have to live with someone so selfish. You should tie him up and have your own fun tonight, teach him a lesson."

"Is that how you got Aiden to behave for you?"

The quip from Cahir held a teasing edge which Lambert couldn't help but rise to. "No. That's how he got me to behave." Frowning, he went back over what he just said and held up a hand. "No. Wait. He didn't tie me up. I tied him up. But you're still wrong."

Eskel laughed and handed Lambert a slice of coffee cake to help shut him up. It worked, they managed to sit down before a mournful declaration from Aiden went up. "Aw, all the M&Ms are gone."

Ever magnanimous, Eskel held up the last one on his plate and offered it to Aiden. Like an excitable puppy Aiden munched it, careful not to bite the fingers that had fed him.

"Hey, only I get to feed you like that, kitten," Lambert grumbled. Alas, there were no more M&Ms and feeding Aiden a cupcake didn't go quite as smoothly. At least they all laughed wildly at the crumbly mess they were making. If there was any intent for it to be sexy or sensual, the happy couple missed it by a mile.

Eventually the party wound down. Eskel and Cahir left hand in hand. Flopping into the passenger seat, Cahir let out a yawn and almost chocked when something was popped into his open mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at Eskel, slowly chewing the surprise snack. Rather than say anything, Eskel reached into his pocket and held up another peanut M&M. "If only Lambert knew I'm literally using my bare hands to delicately shove peanuts down your throat."

"He will never find out," Cahir said, leaning forward to take the next treat with a modicum of grace. A doubtful hum from Eskel had him straightening up with a mock glare. "You saw how he reacted when you said peanut butter is overrated. I don't want to get dragged into that."

"I know. Their pity is so much better than their refusal to understand you just don't like peanut butter."

Rather than reply, Cahir glanced hopefully at Eskel's pocket. Dutifully, Eskel pulled another M&M out and handed it over. Munching on it contently, Cahir settled back in his seat and let Eskel drive them home. The neighbours weren't best impressed with the squeal he gave when he watched Eskel tip his pocket into a bowl, a veritable flood of M&Ms pouring out.

"Is that the whole bowl?"

Smirking, Eskel strutted closer, cupping Cahir's cheek. "Only the best for you, baby." He kissed Cahir and pushed an M&M over into his mouth with his tongue, satisfied that he had done well.