#so I actually reached out and we had a nice and friendly conversation

[potato-elf]

fellas I have good news - I picked up a diary and actually write in there to work through my complicated feelings instead of blasting them on main! (I say as I will vent a little bit in the tags but its a positive vent this time around)

[kvtie444]

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A/N: luv this sm and it's gonna be a slow burn! so excited for this!! couldn’t pick a song for the first chapter so i did this lolz cool name n that

Summary: reader moves to LA for work and becomes the sturniolos editor, but what happens when she falls for chris..

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex and drinking

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I've achieved a major milestone at the age of 19 – relocating from my hometown to Los Angeles. While my current residence is a modest yet comfortable apartment, I aspire to upgrade once my income starts flowing. Thanks to some connections my mum, I landed an opportunity to showcase my photography and cinematography skills. My mums friend Laura manages the Sturniolo triplets, a prominent group in the YouTube community.

“Y/n?”, the barista interrupts with my drink. Smiling, I grab my beverage and head outside, taking in a deep breath. A sense of responsibility to make a good impression washes over me as I stroll, catching glimpses of myself in passing windows. The anticipation and nervousness fuel my journey to Laura's home office.

Arriving at her house, I ring the doorbell. Laura opens the door with a warm smile, “Hi dear! You look just like your mum” she says. Pulling me into a hug. “Lovely to meet you” I smile back. We exchange greetings, and she guides me upstairs. Seated in her office, she briefs me on the tasks ahead – editing their weekly podcast, vlog, and car video, along with organizing a photoshoot for an upcoming merch drop.

Midway through our conversation, a knock at the door interrupts us. Laura's daughter, Madi, "Nick's outside, I'm leaving now," she informs Laura, who interjects, "Actually, Madi, would you mind taking y/n here with you? She can actually meet them." "Oh, I don't want to intrude," I say, but Madi reassures me, "No, it's fine! I mentioned you had this meeting earlier, and Nick saw your page. We were both obsessed with your work." I agree with a smile, bid farewell to Laura, and follow Madi for a casual chat on the move and work.

At the front door, we find a minivan, and I open the back door, greeted by Nick. "It's so nice to meet you! I'm Nick, sorry for picking you up so last minute," he apologizes with a smile. "It's fine, no worries," I respond with a laugh. The driver, Matt, turns around, and I smile and wave. "You alright?" he asks, focusing on pulling out of the parking spot. "Yeah," I reply with a smile. “Is Chris still home?” Madi inquires, and Nick nods. The car ride is accompanied by quiet music and small talk, centered around getting to know each other.

Upon reaching the Sturniolo's house, we let ourselves in and head up the stairs to their living room. I drop my bag onto the couch. Madi, Nick, and I sit around the couch, with me in the middle, as Matt heads to the fridge. "Y/n, want anything to drink?" he asks, turning to me. "No, it's fine. I'm good," I shake my head. He places four Pepsis on the coffee table before taking a seat between me and Nick. I smile to myself, cute.

Nick is incredibly friendly, and we bond over our shared interests in photography. Matt is also sweet, ensuring I'm not left out in any conversation and keeping me entertained. Madi already feels like a sister vibe. The three of us are currently laughing at Nick's tangent about some driver on the journey to Laura's. "I mean, this dumb fuck shouldn't be allowed on the road, didn't even know how to use a fucking indicator," he practically yells. I laugh, my head falling back.

My attention shifts to the stairs as I hear someone walking up them. It's Chris - he practically ignores us all as he walks to the fridge, opening it. Our conversation dies down, and the room becomes dead silent; you could hear a pin drop. "Who the fuck took the last Pepsi?" he grumbles, basically slamming the fridge shut. "Chris," Nick scolds. Chris turns to look at us all on the sofa. "Oh, hey," he nonchalantly nods at me. I shoot a quick, small smile before dropping it. What the fuck.

"We can pick up another pack when we go out to film the car video tonight," Chris starts but is quickly cut off. "Chris, this is the editor, Y/n," Madi speaks up, furrowing her brows at him. "Oh shit, my bad. Just thought it was some girl Matt brought back," he chuckles, motioning to Matt's arm behind my head on the sofa. We all just stare at him in disbelief. He hums to himself before walking over, picking up my Pepsi in front of me that I had already had half of, holding eye contact with me. He downs it and drops it back on the table, the can rolling away. "Dude," Nick scolds him. "Later," Chris mumbles before going back to his room. My jaw is slack from slight shock at him. "I'm so sorry about him," Matt begins. "It's fine, don't worry about it," I smile, lying at him; in truth, it did bother me because, it was out of order. I mean, I'm going to be working for this absolute dick.

We're snapped out of our thoughts again by someone walking upstairs, but this time it's some blonde Instagram model girl from Chris's room. She simply walks past us and leaves the house. Lovely.

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Nick added you to a groupchat

I read the notification before unlocking my phone, it was a group chat of me and the triplets, just titled “📸”

I go on the chat, the only message being from nick.

From Nick

Hey girl, videos coming out in 2 days, I've got the SD card if you wanna come pick it up!

I smile and respond, agreeing to the plans. Nick and Matt like the message, while Chris leaves it on read. The noise from my upstairs neighbours is getting louder, prompting me to sigh and pinch my nose. I quickly pack a bag with my laptop and other essentials. Thankfully, the weather in LA is never cold, so I leave in my comfy outfit of sweatpants and a crop top.

I arrive at the house and knock on the door. Matt opens it, greets me, and pulls me into a side hug. "Hey, is Nick in?" I inquire. "Yeah, he's making lunch. You want any?" Matt offers. Despite not wanting to be a burden, my rumbling stomach speaks for itself. "If you don't mind," I smile at him. "Not at all," he says before heading upstairs.

Nick is busy cooking pasta, and Chris is lounging on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looks up at me as I quickly avert my gaze. "Hey, food's ready now if you want a plate," Nick smiles at me as I slide my bag off my shoulder onto the dining table and sit down. "Yeah, that's great. Um, would you mind if I edit here? My neighbours are driving me crazy," I ask nervously, sticking my tongue in my cheek. "Of course! Stay as long as you like," Nick offers a warm smile, serving the pasta.

"Just letting you know, Chris is having people over later, so you can edit in my room upstairs," he continues, placing my plate in front of me with a fork. I stab the pasta, blow on it, smile, and nod. Matt takes his plate and goes to his room to stream, while Nick leaves a plate out for Chris as he goes to shower. shit, it's just us in the room now.

As I eat my pasta, I hear Chris get up from the couch, then the chair next to me scratching the floor. He sits next to me, pulling his plate of pasta toward him as he begins eating. It's awkward, with his legs obnoxiously spread so our knees are touching. The only sounds are the slight chewing and our forks scraping the plate until Chris speaks up, "You drink?" he asks me. "I guess," I reply, considering I only drink socially. "I was gonna invite you to my thing tonight, but not if you're dressed like that," he says, stabbing pasta with his fork. Thanks. "I'm busy editing tonight anyway," I mumble, playing with my food slightly on my plate. He sighs before breaking the silence again. "I've got a fresh love drop, need you on the set for photos, can you take them like this?" he asks sounding more like an order than a question, as he shows me my own Instagram post with photos taken from a digital camera. "Yeah," I reply, my eyes still on his phone as I eat. He swipes off Instagram, and as he does, I catch a glimpse of what I assume to be his designs in his camera roll. I have to admit; he has a good vision.

I eventually finish my meal, wash up after myself, grab a drink, and head upstairs to Nick's room. He's playing Fortnite on his TV with Matt on the other end of the headset, presumably still streaming. We exchange silent smiles before I sit on his desk and pull out my laptop. He left the SD card out for me, so I slot it in and begin working on it. While watching the unedited video, I can't help but stare at Chris. As much as I hate to admit it, he looks good - the way his black tee hugs his biceps, how blue his eyes are. Focus, Y/n.

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I've just finished the video, and Nick and I are currently sitting on his bed, sharing headphones. It's hard to pay attention due to the obnoxiously loud people downstairs and the booming music. It's now 2 am, and the party seems to be ending as the music stops, and the muffled voices get quieter. He laughs as the video ends, clapping his hands together in amusement. "Honestly, y/n, that's amazing," he smiles at me. I save the video and hand the SD card back to him, ready for upload.

"Tomorrow, we're going out to film another 'come eat with us' video. I'll let you know when we're ready for editing," he explains, and I nod in agreement. "I should get going," I say, looking out the window at the night sky. "Let me ask Matt to drop you off," he suggests. I nod and hug him before heading downstairs with my bag alone.

The scene downstairs is chaotic, with red solo cups everywhere, spilt drinks on the now sticky floor, and chairs moved around. Chris is by the kitchen alone, drinking Bacardi straight from the bottle. I sigh as I attempt to walk past, but he calls my name. I turn to look at him, and he waves me over with his middle and index finger. As I step towards him, I can smell the alcohol on his breath; he's clearly drunk.

"Drink with me," he slurs. I shake my head no, but it doesn't stop him. He shoves the glass bottle in my face. "Chris, I'm good," I assert, but he doesn't stop. He continues, and I try to push the bottle away, but it ends up dropping, shattering on the floor. I groan as I bend down, picking up the large pieces of glass.

"Y/n," he groans, but I ignore him. I wince as a shard cuts my hand, and blood quickly starts coming out. "Shit," I mutter, dropping the glass I was holding and standing up. "Let me see," Chris mumbles, grabbing my wrist. I let him, and he examines the cut, almost snapping out of his drunken state. His warm hand sends jolts through my body as he holds me. He walks me over to the sink, turning it on and rinsing my hand under it. I wince at the feeling, causing him to soothingly rub his thumb over my wrist. "Shh, it's okay, you're fine," he mumbles. He grabs a bandage from a drawer while still holding onto my wrist, gently placing it on my palm and rubbing it down.

"Pretty sure you're meant to disinfect it," I look up at him. "Pretty sure you're the sober one, and somehow I'm the one helping you," he smirks to himself. I breathe out a laugh as he looks up at me and away from my hand. We stare at each other for a second, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. We hear a door open, and he's quick to drop my wrist, turning away, making me frown slightly. "Yo, y/n, let's go—what the fuck?" Matt says, coming from his room and seeing the glass on the floor. He looks up at my bandaged hand. "What happened?" he asks, concerned. "Don't worry about it, let's go," I mumble, walking around the glass and to him. I look back for a second and see Chris leaning against the counter, eyes glued to his phone.

I get in the front seat of Matt's car and feel my phone buzz.

From Chris

sorry

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[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Pt.4

Here’s another random thought for the cachorrita series, based on this ask, hope you all enjoy it!! <3

Warnings: verbal abuse and mentions of trauma.

“Stupid whore” one of the new recruits scoffs at you. “You know nothing about the military, you’re fucking useless, they just keep you around here because you spread your legs to everyone.”

A few minutes ago, you had tried to be friendly with him and have nice conversation while you both helped with the manteinance of the guns, cleaning the heavy weapons and taking out any bullet that might be stuck. Never you thought that he would end up saying such hurtful things.

And you’re so sensitive that, before you know it, fat tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“I- sorry” you say, not even knowing why do you apologize.

Yes, you might not be a trained soldier, but you’ve learned a lot about the military after all these months around them. Enough to be considered one more of los vaqueros. And no one had ever treated you so poorly until now.

“Don’t cry” he speaks again, annoyed and careless. “Stop being so fucking childish.”

You don’t want to cry. You truly do not want to, but he messed up with your feelings, so you take a step back and wipe your tears with the back of your hands, ready to get out of the storage room and go cry somewhere else.

But before your legs react, all you can see is Alejandro. And he notices your tears as soon as he enters the room.

“what the fuck did you just do to her, cabrón?” Alejandro raises his voice, taking the new recruit by his tactic vest and harshly shoving him against the wall.

That just makes you cry even harder. You still can’t stand loud noises, violence, or anything that reminds you of all the time you were held hostage. It triggers your fear. So, when Rudy finally appears, you run to his arms.

“Hey, tranquila” he says, wrapping you in a tight hug and trying his best to cover your ears with his hands. “It’s fine, you’re safe”.

It’s all too much. Too overwhelming. You don’t know how long do you stay snuggled in Rudy’s chest, maybe just a few seconds or long minutes, and even though you can’t hear clearly, the discussion between Ale and the new guy is more than evident.

When things get less heated, Rudy takes his hands off your ears, as a subtle way to tell you that it’s okay to hear and look at your surroundings again.

“Here we all take care of her” Rodolfo speaks, in a serious tone that is unusual to him. “So if you don’t like that, you can pack your things and go”.

But the guy doesn’t want to take a step back, not after trying so hard to get into the best team of the mexican special forces. So he just clenches his jaw and mutters a mediocre apologize, promising to never mess with you again, and then storming out of the room.

“Pendejo” Alejandro curses under his breath. “I was thinking about kicking him out anyway”.

“Si, we can find a better sniper who isn’t a complete idiot” Rudy says as he lets go of you, with a slight push that puts you right in front of Alejandro. Not to get rid of you, but in a careful way to share you with his best friend.

The colonel looks down at you, this time more tender than usual, you can’t see lust or dominance in his brown pupils. You can see love.

“Don’t cry, mi amor” he gently reaches out to you, wiping your tears with his gloved hands. “As long as we’re here, we will protect you from anything”.

You close your eyes for a moment, melting into his touch as you grab his wrists. And the rough material of his gloves on your face doesn’t feel bad at all, actually… it feels like home.

[shewrites444]

ghost [xavier plympton x reader]

[ inspired from ahs 1984, and of course written by me. super cheesy smut fic since i wrote this over a year ago and it has been sitting in my drafts, but why not post it for my ahs lovers. enjoy! ]

word count - 2.4k

[summary: the reader is a counselor at the former camp redwood, now camp meadow, and meets a very friendly, yet also flirtatious ghost during her first night.]

[warnings: dirty talk, oral, unprotected sex]

regardless of how much my mom and i argued, i continued to deny her stupid reasons to not work at camp meadow the summer. the second massacre of 1984 was not even in the current century, so i knew not to overreact about any possible harm coming my way. i loved a good thrill anyway, so maybe some stupid kids pretending to be the night stalker or mr. jingles would be the most enjoyable portion of the long week anyway.

after finally convincing my friend [y/f/n] to come with me, i was felt my decision was for the best. the drive was a few hours long and once we arrived, we were able to meet our fellow counselors and the head counselor, who seemed nice enough, and not very strict whatsoever.

"i'm going to try my hardest to make this week enjoyable for not only the kids, but the counselors as well." miss thompson smiled at us, nodding her head with respect towards the young group. "i know this place has a lot of bad memories, but with a new name, new cabins, and much more, we can make newer, better memories. if you guys have any concerns or questions, please let me know. i'm available anytime."

[y/f/n] nods, then raises her hand, which miss thompson acknowledges immediately. "what about showers? we haven't gone over that yet."

miss thompson told us we had to shower before midnight, to make sure we had hot water the next morning for the kids, in case they needed a bath or anything of the sort.

after taking turns one by one, i was last in line for my shower. i decided to wait until it was dark, so i didn't have any concerns about my friends coming to prank me with stupid, useless scares. they were all tired, cuddled up in their bunks and ready to prepare for the next morning, which would be extremely busy with the amount of kids the head counselor said we were expecting.

i grab my towel and a change of clothes, along with my razor, and made my way towards the showers. i set everything down before stripping off my baggy, light washed jeans and plain black crop top, then turn the water on, waiting until it's hot enough to step into.

i close my eyes, humming quietly to myself as i wet my hair, reaching over to grab the shampoo bottle. i squirt it into my hand, then sigh upon realizing it's all out.

"just fucking fantastic." i scoff, setting the bottle down and just deciding to shave instead. i grab the bar of soap and lather my right leg up, grabbing the razor and sliding it against my skin.

while doing so, i feel a cold gust of wind against my heated, wet skin, looking up with confusion as it suddenly stops. i shake my head, ignoring the situation and going back to my legs. after shaving, i set the razor down and glance to the shower next to me, seeing there was no shampoo in there, either. i really preferred to wash my hair tonight, knowing that it would be funky the next day, since we were expected to take the kids in canoes and swimming.

"looking for this?" i hear a low masculine voice, making me jump and squeak in surprise, turning around to see a blonde boy, dressed in a pair of white khakis and a teal sweatshirt, with a pair of white high-top converse. he had one silver cross earring, which hung on his right ear and shook as he stepped closer, holding a small shampoo bottle in his hand.

i blink numerous times, trying to fathom the fact that the boy was really there. he looked like he belonged in a different universe, or era, to say the least. i step closer and grab it from him, squeezing it in my hands to assure what was happening was actually real. i realize that if this is real, i'm bare ass naked in front of this random guy.

i snatch the towel from the sink, holding it over my body as my cheeks begin to heaten, and not just from the hot water. "who the fuck are you? and why the fuck are you in here while i'm showering?!"

he ran his fingers through his blonde highlights, laughing to himself, as if the situation was amusing. "well, i actually live here. i heard you and your buddies talking about the massacres that took place here earlier today. kinda disappointed you don't recognize me."

i wrap the towel around myself, stepping closer to him, and crossing my arms in complete confusion. "i'm sorry, but i don't think anyone just casually lives at camp meadow. this is like, a summer camp. i don't think it's legal to live here unless you own the camp, and the person who owns this place is a woman. so, i ask again, who are you, and why in the hell should i recognize you?"

"i'm xavier!" he yells in frustration, seeming offended i didn't know this infamous name. "xavier plympton. i was one of the few who were killed here in the '84 massacre. you haven't read up on the conspiracy there's ghosts here? you're looking at one from the 80's." he winks, watching as my eyes widen in shock.

"there's no way." i shake my head, looking at him from head to toe, completely flabbergasted by his unrealistic explanation. "ghosts can't just live here on earth forever, right? i thought you guys would at least go to heaven or hell, or something. not that i believe in that shit, but you'd at least go somewhere other than here."

xavier shrugged, taking a step closer to me, reaching his hand to my bare, wet shoulder. he smiled, sighing as he felt my skin. "i wish i felt like this again. being a ghost sucks sometimes. i feel so empty, so inhuman. i haven't felt someone so warm, so human, in years."

i pull back, pushing his hand off of me. "okay, um, xavier plympton. sorry to disappoint, but you probably won't be feeling this human ever again. now if you'll excuse me, i really need to wash my hair. thank you for the shampoo, but i seriously need you to leave."

he sighed, crossing his arms and lightly tapping his foot in annoyance at my resistance. "come on, [y/n]. i'm the whole reason you can even wash your hair. one more touch please, maybe on your face or something? it makes me feel normal again!" he whines, making a pouty face towards me.

"how do you know my name, weirdo?" i ask, looking at him with annoyance and a bit of confusion. "and no, you can't touch my face. if anything, that's the farthest from feeling normal. that's just being a creep."

xavier walked closer to me, "i do my research. i have nothing else to do around here, so why not eavesdrop on the new counselors before they're here forever like the rest of us, hm?"

my eyes widen as i walk back, hitting the shower water with my back, and feeling the towel begin to get soaked. i gulp, trying to scan him for any potential weapon. "well, if you kill me, then you won't be able to like.. touch my shoulder or whatever.. i thought you wanted to feel what it was like to be human, remember?"

he laughed, reaching to tug the side of the towel, biting his lip and looking up to meet our eyes. "i wouldn't hurt you or let anyone else do so, [y/n]. you're not like everyone else around here. you seem different, like you aren't afraid of a fucking stick breaking when you walk at night like those other pussy counselors. i mean, you came out here at almost midnight and showered all alone, so it's like you were practically begging me to touch more then just your shoulder.."

i blush, crossing my arms to make his fingers break from the fabric, breathing in and out rather heavily, as i felt my stomach turn at his words. "what would ever make you think i'd want you to touch me? maybe that's your brain, just because you've only had ghost pussy for like twenty years."

"maybe, instead, it's because you excite me." xavier snaps back with a flick of his pink tongue. he grabs the towel, slowly pulling it back off of me, then tossing it to the wooden floor. he grabs the shampoo, squirting some into his palm before lathering it up, gesturing for me to turn around. he sinks his fingers into my hair, beginning to wash it with soft, relaxing strokes from his fingertips. i close my eyes, practically melting at his touch and feeling my legs quickly drench with pleasure as he begins to kiss down my wet neck and soon to my bare shoulders.

this goes on for a few minutes, when he then helps to wash the shampoo out of my hair, and turns me back towards him. i watch him strip of his clothing, except for his light blue boxers, which showed off his stiff, hard length, poking directly towards my wet pussy.

i chew my lip, looking down at his length, before locking our lust-filled eyes. he moves closer to press his lips against my cheek, then smiles seductively.

"if i'm going to fuck you, i'd like to do so in a place more, comfortable. for the both of us, of course." he explains, taking my hand and pulling me away from the water. i look to him, raising a brow, and watching as he hands me the towel.

i follow him outside, as he walks towards an empty cabin, several down from the one i was staying in. i let him sit me down on the bed, where i pull the towel off of myself and set it on the dresser. i lay on my back, spreading my legs in his direction as he pulls his boxers down. he looks at me with a grin, chuckling as he walks over to shut my legs, making my sit up with complete confusion.

"thought we were going to have sex, xavier. not play games, right?" i chirp, looking at the blonde as he sticks two fingers in his mouth, then pins me back down, sliding them to my clit, answering my own question. so no sex yet, only some foreplay so far, which was absolutely fine by me.

he came off as a man who wanted to skip the foreplay, but the second he pumped his fingers inside of me, i was thankfully my interpretation was wrong. i gasp, letting out a loud moan as he began to finger me, curling his digits inside of me with each thrust, in and out.

xavier leaned down to latch his lips to my nipple, sucking softly for a minute before pulling his head up. he looks down at me, pleased with my moans, while he reads my lustful expression.

"the minute i saw you walk into this camp, i knew you'd been needing a good dicking, [y/n]. the way you looked at those other counselors when they were introduced to you.. you've been wanting someone inside of you for awhile now, and who better then me, hm?" he talked into my ear, his hot breath against my skin as he worked his magic inside of me. "i could fuck you so hard tonight you'd never wanna leave camp, baby. you'd be begging for my cock from when you wake up to when you go to sleep. i can already feel how good your pussy is, so i may be begging you for the same later.."

i glance up at him, then down to his hand, as he rapidly finger fucks my insides. i'm dripping at his touch, my juices sinking between my ass cheeks and his fingers, visibly noticeable as he pulls out of me, moving his index and middle fingers to my throbbing clit.

as he rubs, i moan loudly, my eyes shut while he motions himself in front of me. he kneels on the bed, using his free hand to line up his length with my pussy. he pushes himself in slowly, as a way to warn me of what's to come. he was big, and it was now very obvious as he had already filled a substantial portion of my insides with not even half his cock. i nod with reassurance, allowing him to push himself into me, so deep his balls were pressing against my folds.

xavier begins to thrust, pulling his hand away from my clit and taking a hold of my own hand, lacing his fingers with mine. he smushes our lips together, the kiss entrancing the both of us as we become one through a sinful, yet so beautifully pleasurable act.

"you feel so good, [y/n]... dead or alive, this is the best pussy i've ever had in my life.. i never want to stop fucking you, baby.." xavier compliments me, giving me a wink as he raises himself back up. he keeps our hands together, thrusting himself inside as he lets out small moans, and continues to speak his sexual, dirty words to me.

he looks down at me, watching as my tits bounce with each one of his rapid, fast-paced movements. "how do you like this cock, sweetheart? so thick and long for you, hmm? you make me hurt with lust, babygirl. you make me want to cum deep inside you."

"please, xavier. please cum inside me.." i moan, nodding as i look up at him, my mouth hung open as he rocks my body in the bed. "that's all i want right now, for you to fill me up so good.. i need you so bad.. i need you to fill my pussy.. fuck.."

"and that i fucking shall." xavier pushes inside of me with one last deep thrust, filling my walls with his warm, thick seed. he pulls out, a small portion of white trailing from his head and to my pussy lips.

i sit up, panting as i pull myself off the bed, leaning down onto my weak, shaking knees. i place my lips on the tip, sucking the excess down my throat. he shivers at my touch, moving one hand to cup my cheek and insist i stand back up.

"maybe tomorrow night you can reward me with head, baby. you've got a big day soon." he pecks my lips, handing me the towel off the floor. "so why don't you go clean up, again, and i'll see you soon."

i smirk, nodding as i wrap the towel around my top. "xavier, please join me. maybe i'll wash your hair this time." i wink, watching him pull his boxers up.

he laughed, shaking his head. "i hate to reject the offer, sweetheart, but i need my beauty sleep, too. go get some sleep, because tomorrow night will be far longer than tonight's."

i turn around, my cheeks burning as i open the cabin door and shut it behind me, walking back to the showers. i couldn't believe i had just let a ghost fuck me, and that ghost being the xavier plympton. maybe i'd have to stick around camp meadow for longer than this week after all.

[ a/n - i did want to mention i will be writing much more in a few weeks - finals and college/work in general has been consuming a lot of my time lately, but i am hoping to find some inspiration for new fics soon! ]

[igotanidea]

Just an apple... <?> - a Sandman fanfiction

I dedicate this to @wickedly-grim who inspired the story by this post:

Can anyone do a fic or a fanart of a clueless reader tossing/handing Morpheus an apple and then Dream automatically thinking they are engaged now so he’s way more touchy and friendly with them (due to the fact that he thinks they are in a relationship now). All while the reader has no clue about anything, and is wondering why (maybe her boss) the scary king of nightmares is being kind and touchy with her?

If anyone doesn’t know, giving an apple to someone is basically a marriage proposal in Greece.

JUST AN APPLE

Ok. Let’s make thing crystal clear. Being human is hard. Being human who’s familiar with some supernatural power beings (yes, I mean the Endless) is ten times harder. Imagine riding the biggest rollercoaster in the theme park. And then add to it riding it after eating a really big dinner. It’s the greatest recipe for catastrophe. Or at least gastric catarrh. I mean, if you think about it – these being are eternal. They existed long before human race and will be around after any other living thing become extinct. They are powerful, knowledgeable, teasing and have undeniable effect on the human world. But then, it seems like it works the other way round too. No matter how smart the Endless may be one second, they are completely oblivious to customs and habits of people. And that can sometimes lead to some unexpected situations. Serious situations.

I’ve been around the Endless for quite a while now. No matter how crazy that may sound my best friend of them was actually Death herself. From the outside we must have seemed like an unusual besties but it worked quite well. I was rather quiet and observant with a bit of a snarky and sarcastic attitude while she was more of a motherly approach and love-for-live vibes. I suppose I was just telling myself we were complementary to one another. Then one day I get to meet her brother, Dream. Oh, god, what a meeting that was. At the time being I had a job as a waitress and their appearance out of nowhere almost caused me to drop the tray with the dishes.  

-What are u doing here? – I hissed as I spotted not one, but two of the Endless just casually sitting at the table.

-Just having fun, y/n – Death flashed me one of her widest smile.

-Fun? – I raised my eyebrow – you surely do, but your friend here seems like he is about to get crucified.

-He’s not my friend, he’s my brother Don’t mind his broody attitude, he’s going through a lot of things.

-Ok, well, ok. Nice to meet you….? What was your name again? Or more like what do you represent.

-I’m Dream of the Endless.

-His true name is Morpheus – his sister added – you can call him that.

-Under no circumstances ….

-Pleasure, Morpheus– I nodded and reached my hand towards him. For a second he was eyeing it with no intention of shaking so I just put it away awkwardly – right, is there anything I can get you two? We got delicious peas soup as a main course today.

-What is the purpose ….. – Dream started, lips pouted, still grumpy, but Death cut him off.

-We’d like that very much, thank you, y/n – she smiled again. As I left them to collect the order I was able to hear muted conversation.

-Behave Dream, be nice. She’s my friend and a really nice person to be honest. Besides, you are supposed to taste a bit of humanity to understand it better, so stop brooding.

-I am not brooding.

-Oh, come on, brother, you are scaring everyone here. Look around – she waved her hand and as a matter of fact all of the guest in the restaurant seemed a bit intimidated by Dream’s presence.

-They should be scared. I am the one who can give them nightmares after all. And trust me, some of them truly deserve them.

-Dream! – Death clipped him round the ear gently and got a sad and confused look in return – just observe. See how they enjoy their time together, please, for God’s sake just try to do the same.

-Here’s your soup. Enjoy it – I smiled returning and serving them their dishes.

-Thank you, y/n. This looks delicious. Dream? Is there something you’d like to say to our friend.

-She’s not … - he started but a cold glare from his sister made him change the sentence – thank you, I guess.

That was a year ago. Even since I was trying my best to warm Dream up to human race and show him that we are actually not that bad. Not of my own volition, but only because Death asked me too. She was worried about her sibling becoming some sort of eremite, detached from everyone and everything, denying any positive feelings that came his way. I couldn’t say no to her. So, I was balancing my job, crumbles of my social life and a relation with some certain Endless. If you can call it like that.

-Why are you always like that? – I asked him  one day while we were walking in the park.

-Like what?

-Distant. Cold. Black – I hesitated pointing towards his coat.

-Why should I be anything else?

-Because you are dream. Aren’t they supposed to be more vibrant? Emotional? Lively? What’s with the sad attire?

-I’d rather not speak about it.

-Of course not – I sighed. – But fine, let’s not talk. How about we get some ice cream instead.

-Ice cream? – he was dumbfounded

-Yes. Come on – I grabbed his hand and draw him towards the ice cream stall. I only stopped when I reached it, and then noticed the inexplicable expression on his face.

-Dream? Are you all right?

-You touched my hand.

-I guess I did….?

-Why?

-Why? – I repeated not quite understanding what he meant by that – Oh, you’re seriously asking me that. Well, I suppose I was just trying to … make you move?

-And taking my hand was necessary for that?

-I… - God, he was really hard to be around sometimes. – I guess not. I’m sorry.

-Don’t ever do this again. It’s courtesy enough that I tolerate you and your presence.

-I’m sorry? – his simple sentence stroke a nerve in me. – tolerate my presence? Believe me if it wasn’t for the promise I made to Death….. – I shook my head – unbelievable – it’s not like I kissed you or something – Dream eyed me when I said that – whatever. Can we just get those damn ice cream and move on with our lives?

-I would accept that offer.

So, yeah, it was that kind of relation. We would meet every week to introduce Dream to every other human attraction. Sometimes it was something simple, like hiking sometimes something more complex (in Dream’s own words) like a visit to the cinema (which only happened once as we were kicked out of the movie theater). However, he was still pretty hesitant when it came to forming a bond. I felt him warm up a little but it was taking him literal ages. After all, what is time if you are an eternal being? Sometimes, if she was not busy, Death would join us. And since she was a foodie those meetings usually took places in my restaurant. Ironically, the place where me and Morpheus met.

-What can I get you today, my friends? – I asked and pretended like I didn’t notice Dream shudder at the words

-Surprise us, y/n. I’d like something new. And Dream will take the same thing as I.

-I am fully capable of deciding for myself.

-So what can I get you then, Dream? – I turned towards him

-I… I will get whatever my sister gets- he looked down almost shyly.

-Delightful. I got something special coming for you two right away.

If only I knew what kind of situation I would get myself involved in… I suspected nothing when I gave the Endless apple dessert. It was a hollowed-out fruit filled with creamy and a bit sour stuffing.

-Bon appetite – I obliviously smiled but it quickly faded away as I saw Dream’s face. – Is something wrong?

Death was quick to catch up on the situation but obviously she said nothing just sitting there trying to suppress her laugh.  

-Is that really what you’re giving me?

-Yeah, you said you wanted whatever your sister takes. Don’t you like it? I can take it back if…

-No. Thank you. I understand the message.

-What message? – I was confused beyond recognition but decided to let it go since it was Dream. – You know what, I don’t want to know. Enjoy your meal.

-Did she really just… ? – Morpheus asked his sister when the girl was out of sight.

-I know nothing. I do not interfere in your affairs dear brother. You go and figure this out on yourself – she answered with her mouth full with the dessert.

To say the next couple of day were crazy would be a serious understatement. Dream, who was unapproachable for the past year suddenly became more touchy. Wherever we were going he found every possible excuse to brush his hand against mine or stand closer than usual or even trying to grab my waist when we were walking. Not that I was complaining but that was highly confusing. One day when we were sitting on the bench he awkwardly moved so our thighs were touching and that was the breaking point.

-What the hell, Dream? – I jumped from the bench – what do you think you’re doing?

-I don’t understand what you mean, y/n.

-You’ve been acting bizzare for the last week. All that touchy-feely? All the affection? This is not you. I would risk saying you’re making fun out of me, but again… it’s you, so what is this about?

-Is this not how I should behave?

-Should behave?  Why?

-We are betrothed now, so the situation would require a bit of closeness.

-Come again? We are what?

-Betrothed.

-Where on Earth did you get that idea?!

-From you.

-Dream, I swear to God, elaborate on your sentences or I’m going to explode – I was rubbing my forehead in pure frustration.

-You gave me an apple and I accepted.

-I gave you…. Oh my god, do not tell me I got myself in some sort of Persephone situation here.

-In Greece giving one an apple means a proposal.

-IT MAY HAVE SUCH MEANING IN SOME ANCIENT TIMES! – I yelled but quickly calmed myself after receiving some damning look from the pedestrians. – Damn it, Dream. I don’t know what century you’re living in, but I;m definitely a XXI century girl. No fruit, vegetable or plant means engagement here. Do you understand me?

-But…

-Do. You Understand. Me? – I grabbed his coat and looked him straight into the eyes. – Do you?

-I do. Now, you might want to let go of my cloak – here it is again.

-Great.  I missed your warning tone. We are not and will never be engaged. Betrothed, if you like. But I got to admit that was a great development. Last Monday you wouldn’t even say we were friends and now this. However irrational it seems, I’m proud of you, Morpheus. You are growing.

-Maybe you are the reason of it – he smirked and for the first time it actually made me blush. Perhaps there was something new coming for this relation after all.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

for the "hand(s) on/at..." prompt – 16 and gerrymichael (just because i think michael would go insane for that)

And @moonisthedoor - if you're still taking prompts, "hand(s) on..." – 16. wrists, for any Gerry ship you'd like!

Michael wondered how he got himself into situations like this.

He thought he was just having a casual conversation, a chat with a stranger in a crowd about accessories and hair care. The bar was crowded and loud, Gerry was off somewhere doing something, and his drink was sweet and fruity and maybe had more alcohol in it than he was expecting. So it took him longer than usual to realize that the person he was chatting with was pretty obviously flirting with him and he completely hadn't noticed.

The bar was too queer-friendly for him to assume his conversation partner's gender. They were dressed femininely, but then again, so was he, in his favorite lacy skirt and dangly earrings. Whatever their gender and orientation, they were obviously interested in him, and he was obviously...not. For many reasons. But mainly because he was deeply in love with someone else. Who he really wished would come bail him out now.

"Where did you find that skirt?" they murmured to him, heavily lined eyes narrow and heavy. "I never have any luck shopping online." Their hand reached out as if to feel the fabric, or perhaps pet his thigh. Michael quickly pivoted so they missed, wishing he could run away entirely.

"Charity shops are your best bet," he suggested, straining up on his toes to better see over the crowd. Where was his lovely yet aggressive partner? They said they'd meet up back at the bar, but that was ages ago, where the fuck was he? "This was actually two skirts, I ripped the waist out of one and put them together to make it longer."

"Really? That's so interesting." They were stepping closer, thwarting his attempt to put some distance between them. Michael was running out of space to retreat, and was just wondering if it was time to bail without his boyfriend when a body inserted itself between them, pressing back into him with warm familiarity.

"Hey," Gerry greeted the other person, his voice bright and pleasantly threatening. "How's your night going?"

"Umm," they balked, caught off guard. Michael smiled and wrapped his arms around Gerry's middle, hugging him gratefully from behind. Gerry's hands found his, latching onto his wrists to lock him in place. The stranger's eyes flicked down to their hands, then back to Gerry's face. "Not...bad?"

"Good." Gerry smiled like a shark. "Let's keep it that way, yeah?" His hands squeezed, tightening on Michael's wrists, and Michael felt a pleasant rush down his spine at the possessive gesture. Not that he would have been so easily tempted away, and he knew Gerry knew that too, but it was nice to feel so claimed. To know that Gerry loved him enough to fight for him, even if it never came to blows.

Michael backed away, dragging Gerry with him into grateful retreat. "Thank god you showed up," he hissed as Gerry twisted out of his arms, keeping ahold of his wrists as he pulled him towards the door. "We were just talking, and then they were flirting, but I just wanted to talk about clothes and stuff!" His words were a bit rushed, his steps stumbling as he tried to keep up with his boyfriend. "That fucking sucked."

"Yeah, I could tell." Gerry backed through the exterior door into the night, a cool relief after the close warm air of the bar. "Good thing I came along to swoop in and rescue you. Save you from being flirted with." His grin was wide and ridiculous, and Michael smiled with him, full of glee now that they were out. He twisted his hands in Gerry's hold, reversing the grip so that he was the one holding onto Gerry's wrists. Using his height to his advantage, Michael pushed Gerry up against the nearest brick wall, looming over him and holding him in place.

"Oh yes, you're my big tough boyfriend, aren't you? So demanding and possessive," he exaggerated, and was rewarded by an even wider and excited grin. Michael knew Gerry loved this. He pinned his wrists to the wall and pressed in, chest to chest, and watched the pupils of his eyes grow wide. He knew Gerry loved his too. Leaning in, Michael ducked his head to run his lips along Gerry's neck, raising shivers in his wake. "However should I thank you?"

Gerry let out a staggered moan, trembling in his grip and filling Michael with a delightful sensation. "However you want," he gasped, any pretense of being an overbearing partner flying away as Michael kissed his neck. "Fuck, Michael-"

"Hmm, yes," Michael agreed, squeezing his wrists appreciatively. "I think that would do nicely."

[stevesfuzzypinkslippers]

hi! Could u write a lil fic for me?

Name: Rocksy

Boyfriend: Joe

scenario: basically, Joe and Rocksy are introduced by a mutual friend and they become good friends quickly cuz of how much they have in common (like their love for rock music)

Thx ❤️

SHIT i suck at writing fanfic but HERE YE GEAUX.

one to remember.

for @littlemissheavenonearth

“rocksy!”

your friend julian had just spotted you outside the local record store. it was his shift that particular sunday, working from 9-4 (his off day would come monday, and he was already planning on taking you for a picnic in the park)

but it wasn’t like you two were… dating. or anything. no. he was just a friendly, sociable person, trying to be nice to you. and besides, you both were heavy into rock, maybe a bit of metal sprinkled in here and there.

he’d just finished polishing up a few vinyls on the wire rack when his eyes caught your figure staring at the display in the window. of course, he had to come running out, trying not to sound completely out of breath (it was only three days since he’d last hit the treadmill).

“i was just about to put a few there,” he explained to you, motioning to the display. “feels a bit barren, y’know, gotta get a few sells before they shut us down.”

“wait, they are? really?”

“yeah,” julian sighed, “record stores are becoming a bit retroactive. nobody wants to physically walk to a store nowadays. they’ve gotten lazy.” he says this with a dramatic inflection, rolling his eyes.

“emphasis on the lazy,” you agree, noting that you passed two electric scooters on the way down the street, just walking and observing… and cringing at the sight.

“seems nobody appreciates good music nowadays either,” now this was the sound of a new voice, foreign to you. it had met your ears from the left, the source behind it coming into view from julian’s right side. he’d put a hand on julian’s shoulder, that look of recognition and familiarity immediately appearing in both their glances at each other.

“joe!” julian pulled into him for a trademark embrace. “ah, i should introduce you, this is one of our regulars!” he caught sight of you again, resting his light grip on your shoulder. “rocksy roo, this is joe, good friend of mine from the pub down the road. he’s just as much a regular there as he is here.” his eyes flashed joe’s way, “and joe… this is rocksy. my girlfriend.”

if there was any tea in your mouth, you’d have it flying straight into the two gents’ face. “we are not dating,” you reply crossly.”

“you know i like to tease,” he strokes a finger under your chin.

joe can see exactly how uncomfortable you look. he quirks an eyebrow up at you, folding his arms, and mouths to you in a manner indecipherable to julian “he usually this bad of a jerk to you?”

luckily you’d been trained to read lips, even off of absolute strangers.

so you give a subtle nod. “he is,” you mouth back, giggling a bit.

“hm.” joe pretends that the conversation that just took place never occurred to you guys, sticking out a hand and reaching for yours.

you smile and lock your eyes with his as your fingers interlock in a surprisingly tentative handshake. when you had met julian, that handshake was a lot firmer. perhaps, oh, wait… was he… actually… nervous… to meet you?

you blush slightly, looking him over, just now taking in his appearance. you might as well revel in it. he’s a tall, slight broad, mostly in the shoulders. you were never one for stocky men, you were afraid they’d crush you under their weight once you’d made the executive decision to take things upstairs… yet, you’d never reached that point. only in your dreams. maybe this time would be different?

julian finally decides to leave you two alone as he opens the door for you, letting you in his all-too-familiar haunts. you try not to appear purely stunned by this, you’d just met, and why was he being such a gentleman? was he even from these parts?

“ah, yeah,” he chuckles when you press him about it, “i get around.” you’re walking around the racks now, perusing every vinyl the keeper has in stock. julian’s outside smoking a cigarette, not even quite time for his break yet, but alas, none of your business now. right now you’re locked in this moment with joe.

there’s this oddly fascinated look in his eyes as he glosses over each record, at least, you find it odd because who in their right mind has the time to obsess over this shit as much as you? he pulls one out, flips it around, looks over it front to back, left and right, upside down, was he even sniffing it? what was so fascinating about the smell? he was one of those weirdos, you deduce.

but you can’t help but marvel at how deeply entranced he is, just at the mere sight of the fresh, hot-off-the-press collections, you thought you were the only one who held this obsession. “honey, i’ve been obsessed for quite a while. ever since i was a young boy in primary.”

“where did you go?”

“small, tight-knit little community, kinda tucked away. sheffield. maybe you heard of it?”

“just now i have,” you return, winking at him.

“maybe i’ll have to take you sometime. i can show you my record player.”

“record player?” you gasp. “i mean, i… i have one too… but,” you blush slightly, “i bet yours is nicer.”

“oh,” he shakes his head, “sorely mistaken my friend, it’s in pretty rough shape. beaten up pretty senseless by the hands of time… nothing you can really do,” a sad gleam now comes to light in his glazed eyes, lost in sentimental thought. “y’know, i wish more of them were flying off the presses. record players, i mean. all this digital crap, ‘s like a circus. i can’t stand it,” he shakes his head and sets his hands on his hips.

“yeah,” you breath out, nodding, “tell me about it. nobody’s ever appreciative of good art.”

“what i’ve been saying all along.”

you’re grateful that he’s receptive to your typical awkward convo strike-up, but this time, it’s more than that, more than just him listening… he actually understands. since when was that a thing?

you decide to list off a few of the more recognizable, classic artists easy to catch on vinyl to him, and he instantly rattles off his. kiss, led zep, the who, the stones, bowie. there’s one. holy shit! you feel your smile spread through your cheeks.

“maybe we’ll have a listen one of these days, hm?” joe rests a hand on your shoulder, and for once, you don’t feel the instant impulse to shrug it away. suddenly, you feel comfortable with this stranger, a stranger that you now so desperately want to call your friend. and maybe even more.

you kick julian’s ass to the curb (well, maybe leave him eating your kicked-up dust) as you and joe stroll out of the record shop, him pointing out the place where he’s staying for the week as you syncopate your footsteps. it’s a cozy atomosphere, he assures you. quaint, nothing too loud or blaring. you’re perfectly fine with this. you’ve got nowhere better to be.

“what’s your name again? rocksy?”

you smile and nod. “you can call me whatever you wish, however. anytime. anywhere. anyplace. any name.”

“mind if i call you my girlfriend,” he mutters through a light chuckle.

“i mean… the prospect sounds lovely.” you shrug. “but the idea is entirely up to you.”

“would you be willing?” he flashes a be-serious-with-me-now type glance over, and you nod affirmatively. “better than that pathetic excuse of a record shop owner, amiright.”

“the only thing he’s keeping tonight is a chewed-up and trampled-over heart,” you joke to him, running up the stairs together hand-in-hand.

he unlocks the door to his flat, and you both enter, shutting the door to the stillness of the evening, embracing the new life you’re about to live and lead with somewhat of a music man.

(sorry if there were any inconsistencies with this, sometimes i tend to ramble when i write haha)

[nomoreusername]

It's Always Been You

Pairing:Aris x gender neutral reader

Summary:When a new group arrives at WCKD Aris's behavior is definitely off when one of them starts flirting with you.

Aris and I are opposites in every way. I guess that's what drew us into each other. I know I could tell him anything without it being spread around, and he knows I'm always here even if it's just to sit in silence. Plus, the fact that we had been here the longest out of everyone definitely helped.

We were eating lunch together as he told me what he heard in the vents. I was about to ask what he meant when the door opened. In walked a group larger than any of the others and looking very out of place. An Asian boy with dark hair looked at me and smiled. A different boy with blonde hair saw this and nudged him in the ribs. I laughed a little at their bickering, and the boy winked at me.

I looked back at Aris to see he was clutching his silverware so tight I thought it would snap in half. "Are you alright?"I asked.

"Fine,"He said, not looking at me. I reached for his hand like I always do when he's upset, but he snatched it away. He didn't say a word for the rest of lunch.

♡ - - - ♡

I had been trying to get him to talk to me for the rest of the day, but he would only give me a one word response. By the time dinner came around I was tired of it. I'm not frustrated he doesn't want to talk. I'm frustrated that he's being so passive aggressive. When he wants to sit in silence he always tells me. It's clear that's what he wants so why can't he just say that?

Eventually, I gave up on having a conversation with him and accepted that he wasn't going to tell me what was wrong today. He wouldn't even look at me.

As we sat in an uncomfortable silence I felt someone come up and tap me on my shoulder. I turned around to see the boy from this morning.

"What's up?"I asked with a friendly smile.

"You've been here for a while, right?"He questioned. "Yeah. Me and Aris actually,"I answered, pointing behind me. He just looked at me puzzled. "You and the boy in the hoodie?"

I nodded and turned around to see he was gone. He wasn't anywhere in the cafeteria anymore.

Worry flooded through me. He'd been acting strange all day, and now he's gone. It'd be one thing if he left, but the fact that he slipped out without a word is another red flag.

"Excuse me one moment,"I said politely before leaving out the backdoor. For some reason guards never looked at this one so he must have left this way.

I quickly yet quietly made my way to his room. I didn't even bother to ask how he got in as I banged on his door. When no one answered I knocked harder and started yelling his name. I didn't stop until he opened the door just enough for me to see him.

"I'm busy,"He mumbled.

"Busy with what? There is literally nothing to do here,"I reminded him. He just shook his head and mumbled something incoherent.

"Aris, please let in,"I begged. He didn't say anything as he shut the door. I thought he was just going to lock me out until I heard the buzz of the door opening so I could come inside.

I took a seat on the bed as he stood there awkwardly before joining me. "Are you okay? You disappeared halfway through dinner."

"Nice of you to notice,"He responded so quietly if I wasn't two inches away I wouldn't have heard it.

"I always notice when something's off. You've been off since this morning,"I said, reaching for his hand. He pulled away even quicker this time, as if my touch could burn him.

"Do you want to sit in silence?"I offered.

"I want you to leave."

"I'm not leaving you alone when you're this upset. I won't speak, but I'm not leaving you alone,"I said firmly, trying to look him in the eye. He just looked up and blankly stared at me. It was like he wasn't all there.

"I'll leave if you look me in my eyes and say it. If you look at me and tell me to go I will."

"You can't do this to me Y/N. I can't do this to myself. Just stop,"He pleaded, close to tears.

"Stop what? Just tell me, and I will,"I promised. "Stop doing that! Stop grabbing my hand! Stop running after me! Stop checking on me! Just stop making it so easy to love you!"He choked out through sobs.

I stared at him as he sat next to me close to breaking down. I didn't know what to say.

Instead, I grabbed his face and kissed him. I could feel him tense at first before kissing back like his life depended on it. I could taste the tears that had been running down his face as he deepened it. We didn't stop until we needed air.

"I'm in love with you Aris. I've always been in love with you."

[yanderederee]

Hello, i am sorry up front if this isn't a character you write for but i was so excited to see your headcannons opend. Can you please write headcannons for Mitarai, from the tr spin off, with chubby!f reader that just loves him so much and is into his hobby's? Like, she is all over him and is just so happy to be near him but is anxious around other people. (I'm really sorry if its confusing, english isn't my first launguage) thank you :D

ANON THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK SHJDISOWPAPA WOOFWOOF

I’m actually a big fan of Mitarashi/Mitarai!! Sure, he only appears in a grand total of like, 5 manga panels, but from what little we know of him, he’s extremely cooperative and easy to get along with! He willingly helps Baji often, and even tries striking conversations with him to be friendly!

That being said!! I’d love to take up this ask!

I had inspiration to write a little Drabble > Headcanons, oops! I hope you enjoy..!~ beware, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF!

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Very rarely would you say someone made a real impression on you. People were just people, after all.

So it felt a little silly when of all the people to really take your attention, it was none other than Mitarashi himself. Sure, he may not have been much to look at. But he had a passionate heart, a caring and easily excitable nature that was so endearing to you.

He always did have a way of making you smile. Interested in the same hobbies; namely, Star gazing, there came times where you two would bump into one another accidentally.

“Ah! Y/n! I didn’t expect to see you out here tonight!” Mitarai yelled out to catch your attention, a large bag straddling his shoulder as he waved. It was late at night, but there was no better time than now to witness the Big Suspention.

*disclaimer, I do NOT know that the Big Suspension is, and google does not answer! Therefore I’m taking artistic liberties and assuming it is astronomy adjacent! (I know I’m probably wrong, so I apologize if I’m way off the mark here!)

You smiled, waving back enthusiastically and jogging to meet him halfway. It took a moment to calm your heart beat at his sudden declaration, but it was only Mitarai. He was easy to talk to, and outwardly kind. And similarly to you, apparently, passionate about stars.

“Is that your telescope?” You asked, pointing to his bag in tow. “Very observant; that it is!” He nodded, keeping up pace while you walked. “I was thinking about sneaking onto the school rooftop for a good view, but …” obviously, that wouldn’t go over with the administration very well. “So, I guess I’ll try my luck in the park just up ahead. What about you?” He asked, peering straight at you through the thick rims of his glasses.

Honestly, you weren’t sure where you were headed. It was a nice night to be out though. Maybe you’d hoped to simply wander around with your eyes glued to the sky. “Guess there’s not a lot of high vantage points around here, huh.. the park might be your best bet.” You agreed with his ultimatum.

Nodding along, Mitarai quickly went on. “I assume you wouldn’t mind tagging along with me, then?… u-unless you had something else in mind. You are looking to see the Big Suspension, right? Sorry, I kinda just assumed..”

You looked up at him, stifling a chuckle. It wasn’t often you were asked to join in on things, especially things you were actually entertained by. “I am. I’ve been looking forward to it. It’s nice to see someone who feels the same way,” you lightly nudged his shoulder. “And sure, if you’ll have me that is.”

It was only a short walk from there before you both reached the park. The sky was vacant, devoid of all clouds and light pollution. That was rare. Quick to set up your spot, you pulled out the blanket from under your arm, and unfolded it with a swift flick of the wrist.

Easily laying out the wrinkles, you crawled onto the fabric and sat victoriously before the vast night sky. Starring up admiration, your eyes twinkled with childlike excitement. You kind of forgot there was an entire person a few feet away.

“Pretty..” Mitarashi quietly whispered, causing you to nod. “Isn’t it?” You sighed happily; taking a quick glance over, only to notice Mitarai’s gaze starting right back at you. Both of you catching the other off guard, wide eyes sweep both your features before Mitarashi scrambled to look away in embarrassment.

“A-ahh, anyway..! I-I’ll set up,”

Mitarashi unzipped and reconstructed his telescope in record time. Seriously, he should get an award. “Impressive,” you nodded in recognition, causing the already flustered boy to grin in triumph.

It really did feel like the perfect night. Great weather, clear sky, light breeze, quiet and quaint. With good company to boot, you’d be lying if this moment alone wasn’t becoming one of your most sacred memories.

At school, while things were admittedly boring, you kept yourself interested wherever you could. Making friends was a little hard, given your normally timid nature. It didn’t help when girls would make off handed comments about your looks or diet; so straying away from the crowd kind of became normal.

Mitarashi was observant of these things. He personally took it upon himself to welcome in classmates who looked like they could use a helping hand. He’d even offered to buddy up with Baji Keisuke not too long ago, after having witnessed his terrible writing comprehension and math skills.

It was simply in his nature to reach out his support. And that was something you really admired in him. It didn’t take long for you to grow attached to Mitarashi. He was eager to enjoy your company, and often made sure to validate you in things you were insecure about.

As little recognition as he may get for his hard work, you knew it in your heart how deeply good he was. And it made your heart squeeze knowing you had him here now, all to yourself.

“Look, i think i found it!” He chimed only minutes later. Snapping out of your day dream, Mitarashi stepped back from the telescope, and offered it for your viewing pleasure.

Graciously, you swooped over, and placed your eye to the glass piece. Stars had never looked so clear. It was amazing. The rare sight in front of you kept you in awe for seconds, minutes almost. “I’ve never seen alignments like this!” You swooned happily, lifting your self free and rubbing your eyes to readjust to your surroundings.

That brilliant smile of yours, matched with your pleased laughter and wet eyes really did a number on Mitarai. How could one person be so beautiful? He was star struck while starring at you.

“What?” You asked, expression shifting to curiosity.

“… N-nothing!” He denied, hiding his embarrassment by looking through the scope again.

Gosh… both completely smitten by the other. It was cute. The overwhelming feeling in your chest was causing you to become antsy. You felt now might just be the right time…

“M-mitarai…” you said softly. Quick to give you his attention, Mitarashi looked up at you.

“I… think, I really like you…”

Ah, in awe once again. Mitarashi’s face completely went red. You?! Liking him?? It seemed unfathomable. He was at a loss for words. No way.

Stammering and flustered, you chuckled, only hoping he would feel similarly. “You don’t have to answer if you’re not ready, but… I’d like to see the stars with you again, soon. What do you say?”

Mitarashi’s words all but jumped out of him, straight from the heart.

“I… I’d love that..!”

… ♡

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Just a cute little thing about Robin, Steve, and Eddie getting high and having a nice time. And hints at future Steddie. 💛 The conversation in this is nearly verbatim a conversation that me and @friendly-jester had not an hour or so ago, and they suggested we sounded like Robin and Eddie getting high.. and i had to agree... So ... take that as you will 🤣 ( thanks for the inspiration love!!! 💚)

"They just make me uncomfortable." Eddie says, taking a long drag from the blunt pinched between his fingers before passing it back to Robin.

"Oh I get that. For sure." She nods sagely, hair shaking, before taking a long drag herself. She passes it to Steve, his eyes are foggy, but he takes it, takes a drag, passes it back to Eddie and let's his head fall back against the couch.

"Did you know they lure people into swamps and drown them?" Eddie supplies, stretching his legs out in front of him on the floor. They make a wide V, one leg resting between Robin's own, spread just the same.

"Kangaroos!?" Robin gasps, staring at Eddie. Blinking rapidly.

"Yes!!" Eddie nods aggressive, his hair shaking wildly.

"Demons." Robin says, stoic.

"I always knew it." She shakes her head, takes another drag, tries to hand it to Steve, he doesn't respond, his eyes are squinted, he's staring at the wall. She bumps his knee with her hand, he eventually waves her away, so she passes it back to Eddie.

"They pretend to be stuck and when people go to help them. They shove them underwater! They are evil beings!" Eddie continues, takes the last drag and stubs the tiny end out in the ashtray, next to their last one.

"I bet it's a defense mechanism." Robin says, blinking rapidly again, her head resting on Steve's knee before rolling to rest against the couch.

"Drowning people!?" Eddie says, incredulous.

"I bet it is!!" Robin says, lifting her head to look at him. Eyes bloodshot and darting around the room before coming back to Eddie again and again.

"Jesus christ. They're evil. Creepy, little handed, fucks." Eddie breathes, shaking his head. He scratches at his head for a second.

"I do like Wallabies though. I think that's what they are. Like, tiny Kangaroos that just stay small." Eddie says, making a little motion with his hands, indicating how they are in fact small. His hand hovering a few feet off the ground. Robin's head is nodding slowly, like she'd started nodding to agree but then just... kept nodding.

"Yes! The small Kangaroos that animated ones are based off of! Those are Wallabies... I think. Not 100% sure on that though." She shakes her head, looks up at Steve and smiles, he's staring at the wall, before looking back to Eddie, a sad look on her face. He frowns to match her as she says,

"I was so heartbroken when I found out how terrifying actual Kangaroos are." Her voice is quiet. Eddie bumps his leg into hers and then reaches over, curls his hand around her ankle in comfort.

"They're horrific. Like..." he takes a deep breathe, gathering his thoughts as they seem to float away from him.

"Like, solid muscle bouncing around. With a weapon at the back and the bottom. AND THEY DROWN PEOPLE WITH THEIR TINY..." his yell, that has made all three of them flinch, trails off, his thoughts stalling.

"Their... um... shit. What are they?" He raises his hands, Robin looks at him, eyes wide, and he makes a grabbing motion with both hands.

"Boobs!" She shouts, pointing at him and snapping her fingers. Steve snorts but doesn't take his eyes off the wall, his hand reaching out toward it now.

"Hehe! Wait what? No! No! This!" And shakes one hand in the air, using the other to point at it.

"Oh! Oh! HANDS!" Her own hands splayed wide in front of her, flailing in excitement.

"HANDS!" Eddie yells back, pounding his hand against the carpet between his legs, nodding as he points at Robin.

"HANDS! THEY HAVE EVIL TINY HANDS FOR THEIR EVIL DEEDS!" Eddie shouts. Robin nodding enthusiastically across from him, patting at his knee.

"They're TERRIBLE. JUST THE WORST!!!" She cries, falling back against the couch dramatically, the motion doesn't even draw Steve's attention. He's sitting very still on the couch, his finger moving over and over a small scratch in the paint on the wall of the trailer.

"Steve." Eddie says. No response. Robin cranes her neck and looks up at him.

"Steve." Nothing.

"Steve." Eddie narrows his eyes.

"Steve." Robin looks to Eddie and smirks.

"Steve Steve Steve Steve Steve!" Both of them calling his name over and over seems to do the trick. He drops his hand slowly and lets his head fall to the side so he can see them both.

"Mmm? What?" The little grumpy groan makes Eddie smile, his chest feeling warm and full.

"What are your opinions on Kangaroos?" Eddie asks, leaning foward impossibly far, his elbows hitting the carpet as he rests his chin in his hand, looking up at Steve. Steve smiles at him for a moment, slow, and sweet, and hazy. Then a frown crawls onto his face and he moves his eyes to Robin, then back to Eddie.

"What... what the fucks a Kangaroo?" He breathes, sounding confused and slightly concerned. Eddie's eyes widen, he looks at Robin, her eyes are wide open as well, and when they meet Eddie's it's all over.

Robin laughs until she snorts, and then just laughs harder. Eddie's laughs have gone silent, his face red as he slaps his hand against the carpet. Steve's on the couch, a small, satisfied smile on his face.

His friends are here. Laughing. Because of something funny he said. He doesn't remember what he said. Or what they'd been talking about. But he watches Robin and Eddie laugh and laugh and feels lighter than he has in years.

He slides down until his butt hits the floor, both of them reaching for him as they laugh, like they're trying to pull him into the laughter too. Eddie's hand is warm on his knee, his eyes bright as he smiles at Steve, laughter echoing through the trailer, beckoning Steve to laugh with him.

Steve grabs Eddie's hand, tangles their fingers, almost says something too much for the moment, but Robin snorts again and sets Eddie off, his eyes linger on Steve for the briefest moment before Steve lets himself be pulled in.

He lets laughter bubble up in his chest and fall past his lips as Robin and Eddie cling to him, and he clings to them, and their joy fills Eddie's trailer on a random Saturday night.

[moondust-imagines]

Ink Part 2 (Christian Cage x Fem!Reader)

I promised I was only going to write one shots but here we are

Part one here

October 30th 2000 Monday Night Raw

You climbed out of the limo just after Christian, grinning at Kurt Angle as Adam chattered about ‘living in luxury”. All of you had the night off, thanks to Stephanie. Speaking of which, she was sniffling away behind you. She clearly had a nasty flu but was determined to stick around to help out Kurt. You linked your arm in hers as you followed the boys to her locker room where you were going to set up Adam’s ‘party’.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to the hotel hun? That cough sounds awful” You asked sympathetically. Her eyes were red and puffy as she shook her head at you.

“I want to be here for the cage match” She sniffled. You knew better than to try and argue with her.

Once you had decorated Stephs locker room, you sat yourself on Christian’s lap. His arms quickly circled around your waist to pull you against his chest and he gave you a gentle kiss on your shoulder. Kurt paid you both no attention as he was far too preoccupied with Steph curled up on the chair opposite but Adam let out a huff of displeasure.

“Can you two quit it for one day? As a birthday present?” He whined. You knew he wasn’t actually upset about it. It wasn’t like he was sleeping alone at night either.

“Got to keep my girl happy, don’t want to die old and alone like you” Christian teased earning a shove from the other man.

“Alright boys, play nicely” You sighed playfully. You reached down to grab the presents you and Christian had hastily wrapped this morning.

“These are for you, birthday boy” You grinned.

Considering it was a shirt that both of them were given for free, he seemed pretty happy with it. You leant over to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek when he thanked you. Christian huffed and demanded one too, like you’d ever deny him a kiss.

Hunter stormed into the room soon after, probably to check on his wife. As much as the boys tried to keep the energy going, everyone else was clearly having none of it. When they found the streamers and kazoo, it was no surprise that you were all kicked out.

Adam disappeared to meet a friend, you guessed he was getting a ‘present’ from one of the girls. You and Christian had found a quiet corner away from everyone else. You were perched on a table with him sitting on a metal chair between your legs as you played with his long blonde hair.

“You really think we’ll grow old together?” You asked quietly. He looked up at you with those blue eyes that always made you melt and smiled softly.

“Of course I do, your stuck with me for the long run now babe” He replied.

2023 AEW: Dynamite

You wished you could say you didn’t think about Christian often but you’d be lying. Sure, it had been a good few years since he had walked out of your home. He had left you in tears with barely a glance back. You had even tried to warn Jack when they started working together but then you were framed as the jealous ex. You wonder what Jack thought of you now. Adam joining the company had been refreshing, he had always been a good friend to you regardless of Christian. Now you suppose he’s seeing the side of Christian that broke your heart.

You were stood at the bottom of the stairs leading to the stage. Adam practically jumped down the stairs, still running high on the adrenaline. He greeted you with a, harder than intended, pat on the back. You walked him back to his locker room, making comfortable conversation the whole way. He stopped just before his door and checked there was no one else in the hallway.

“So, how’re you doing? It can’t be easy seeing.. him every week” Adam said quietly. You had been dreading this conversation with him. He knew everything that that happened between you and Christian.

“It’s fine. He’s preoccupied, hasn’t actually came near me yet” You shrugged. You felt yourself getting self-conscious. It wasn’t unusual in a company with so many people in it to not speak to everyone all the time. But you both had been here for a year or two now. Adam raised an eyebrow at you suspiciously.

“Suppose that’s better than him harassing you as well. Maybe someone’s had a word with him” He mused. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug, promising that him and Beth would have you over for dinner soon. Then he disappeared into his locker room leaving you to wander around by yourself.

You decided there wasn’t much else you were needed for so you shot Tony a quick text before heading for your car. You saw Nick and Killswitch crowding the car parked next to yours and silently cursed fate. You smiled politely at them as you passed. As you rounded your car to get in, you were met with Christian. His phone was pressed to his ear, he must have tried to get some privacy behind your car. He mumbled goodbye and shoved it in his pocket. There was a moment of awkward silence before you went to the car door.

“Leaving early?” He asked. You willed yourself to just get in your car and drive away, it’s what he would do. You just didn’t have it in you.

“Yeah, Adam’s finished his segment. No one else to hang around for” You shrugged. He hummed in response and the awkward silence fell again.

“How’s your back feeling?” He asked. You wanted to roll your eyes, of course he wanted to know. He’d probably rub it in your face for weeks that you were the only one that couldn’t heal up to come back.

“Hurts when I stand up too long, so if you don’t mind” You gestured to your car. His eyes flashed with hurt at your dismissal but he stepped back to let you get in.

“See you around” He muttered as you slammed the door shut.

Once he was out of sight again, you ran your fingers over his name tattooed on your shoulder. You had thought about getting in removed so many times over the years, now you were cursing yourself for never going through with it. His marks were still all over you, physical or not.

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Crepic: Letters

Synopsis: What if Cross’s ‘secret admirer’ was none other than Epic, a scientist attempting to establish communication with alternate universes?

Rating: Teen (just in case because of swearing and the characters’ backstories)

Pairing: Cross/Epic

Word Count: 1,567

Chapter One: Dear Stranger,

There was a letter on Sans’s desk.

He paused at the sight of it. He usually didn’t get letters, most of the mail directed to XGaster from the King and Queen. The letters he did receive were usually from Frisk, the human prince. Frisk was his childhood best friend and would often write to him either for playdates or for casual conversation. Usually the latter consisted of him gushing endlessly over the spider monster in the Guard, Muffet.

Sans thought his obvious crush was adorable, and couldn’t help the twang of pity he felt for his human friend who remained in the body of a young child even as the monsters around him shed their stripes, unable to receive anything other than rejection for his apparent youth.

Addressed to “Anyone On The Other Side”. Quickly inspecting the letter and flipping it over with an inquisitive hum.

What a strange term. ‘Anyone on the other side’ of what? The fence? An allude to the ever classic joke of the chicken crossing the road?

Or…

Sans gasped.

Wowie! Could it be? He finally received his first fan mail as part of the Guard?!

He knew he looked too cool in his badass armor, and with this letter he (potentially) held within his hands definitive proof! At last, he would bathe in the shower of magnificent affection he deserved!

Any recognition of his character would always brighten his day. Especially when his father, XGaster, gave so little of it…

Sans eagerly and carefully began the meticulous process of removing his armor, dismantling the pieces one by one until they were nice and clean. Gingerly hanging it into its suit container in his closet, he picked up the letter and sat down, ripping it open with a phalange and slipping out the singular piece of paper from the inside. A small blue square the size of his thumb metacarpal slipped out of the envelope as well, falling onto his desktop with a tiny clink.

He dismissed the strange tile after a quick once over ensured it was not some kind of bug or malignant spyware and turned his attention back to the paper. Unfolding it, his eyelights began to read.

Testing, testing, 1 2 3

…Huh?

That was certainly an interesting choice for a starter sentence, though Sans had to admit it got brownie points from him for its ingenuity.

Whelp, here we go! Hopefully this spooky action at a distance doesn’t get me ghosted. It would really lift my spirits if this actually reached somebody, and if somebody wrote back.

Sans chuckled. Although he wasn’t sure what the writer meant by ‘spooky action’, he did appreciate solid puns and clever jokes.

Theoretically, if my math mathed right, this should arrive in an alternate re—

Written in black penned ink, whatever the other had written was scribbled out.

—whoops, can’t say that. If I am right then I’d kick off some kind of butterfly effect, knowing my rotten luck. Can’t have that. Anywho, if somebody does get this, do me a solid and write a letter back. Put the pod, the little thingy I’m sending over, inside the envelope when you’re done after you push the tiny button in the middle. And hopefully this’ll be a two-way trip and send it back.

If not, oh well. I tried. Ya miss all the shots you don’t take, amiright?

…My name’s not Frank, but I’ll be real with ya pal, I really do hope this works.

Laters gators, A Friendly, Far-Off Neighborhood Bruh

Sans flipped the letter over just to be sure that was it, and let out a small, perplexed noise. No further writings or any other strange devices. He picked up the pod and dangled it across his black-gloved fingers and gently tapped the letter in his other hand.

It wasn’t a letter of admiration he’d been hoping for, but it was a letter that had him no less intrigued. The casual, almost informal way the sender wrote, the purposeful witholdance of a name or address. All this, including the odd device he was currently running across his digits, he should probably take it to father and let him inspect it for himself before Sans did anything.

He felt himself whither a little inside after that contemplation. He could already picture the quiet, sullen disinterest. Maybe leaving with a curt remark that he is busy, or needs to resume his work. No, Sans should be a good soldier son and leave his father be while he thought about how to address his impromptu pen pal.

For starters with a pen or pencil, he thought, snickering at his internal quip. What would be the harm? He’d greet the mysterious author back, perhaps make his own joke, and hope the letter successfully reaches them since they implied it might not.

Sans couldn’t help but hope that it did work.

Frisk had been…distant, for quite some time now. The Royal Guardsman wasn’t sure what had happened, only knowing that ever since they were kids, there’s been this sadness in the human’s eyes, a contradiction of both sullen resignation and steely determination. The moments of time they spent together in joy farther and farther in between.

He missed his best friend.

He missed having a friend.

Mind made up, he opened his drawer up and searched for his favorite pen with the tacos decal that Papyrus had got him for his birthday and a piece of paper and unused envelope. Uncorking the cap, he set to work, pen scratching along the paper as he hastily wrote his reply, the scritches filling the silence of his empty room.

Elsewhere, the co-Royal Scientist idly spun around in his swivel chair, languidly kicking his feet in and out to repeat the cycle whenever his momentum slowed. The clock ticking by behind him echoing in the otherwise empty room. Machines of various designs hummed with electricity. The others had already gone home for the day, long discouraged by the same unsatisfactory experiments depicting the same depressive results.

The Barrier was unbreakable. No one monster, let alone all of Monsterkind, could escape.

While the others including his dear old man (ugh, gross, just jokingly saying that gave him the ick) sought the comfort of whatever idle fancy they desired outside of work, Sans preferred anywhere that wasn’t there. Under the same roof with the same cold, aloof man he had the sincere displeasure of calling ‘father’.

And he couldn’t help but stay and hope that his gambit paid off. He didn’t care all too much about saving the Underground. Gaster’s metaphorical heart was as dark and cold as the prison all of monsterkind found themselves entrapped in. He’d fought long and hard his entire life to make sure none of that darkness ever put out the bright light of his younger brother.

If he was right, if this worked, he could get him and his brother onto the Surface. And potentially, eventually, all of the Underground.

A soft buzzing hum of static. Probably one of the appliances, he mused. When did they last get that fridge checked out? He’d make a note of it.

Instead of trying to get everybody out all at once and failing, Sans would do it one by one and succeed.

If this worked, that is.

It had been months. Who knew if he was even successful?

Then again, who knew if time was constant for every individual universe? For all he knew, his message could’ve gotten lost in the stone ages. Although it would be the coolest thing ever if he could ride a T-Rex, Flintstones style.

He spins around, practically slouching completely back onto the swivel chair. There’s the wall again. The fridge. Gaster’s creepy as all hell determination extraction machine. The wall. His desk. Fridge. Wall. Creepy doohickey. Wall. Letter on his desk—

Wait. Letter?

Sans sat up so fast he fell up and over his chair with a yelp. Landed flat on his face with his legs and lab coat over his head. Ever grateful no one was around to witness his embarrassing tumble he quickly stood back up to grab the envelope and rip it open with slightly trembling phalanges.

Dear Mystery Writer,

Receiving your letter was quite the pleasant surprise! I’m not sure what you meant by ‘spooky action at a distance’, but don’t worry, I don’t have any intention of leaving you at a dead end, and if you are open to it, would like to continue these messages. From what I’ve heard, nothing lifts the spirits like clever wordplay over the grave-vine.

Sans chuckled, tentative grin widening further. So they liked jokes too, huh?

If so, I can promise I’m not too boo-ring of a conversationalist.

Another small buff of laughter. Well, they sure did uphold their word. His crummy mood was all but gone now.

What do you say, mystery writer? Fr—

Scribbled out blurb for the rest of the word and the sentence continued.

Penpals?

Sincerely, A Magnificently Friendly Neighborhood Dude

Sans couldn’t believe it. He was right. He was right.

He’d successfully established communication with another universe. With someone from that alternate reality.

Holy multiversal theory, Batman!

Sans’s soul pounded in his Soul like a drum, joy unrestrained as he scoured his messy desk for an unused envelope and a blank piece of paper. He had a letter to write.

And a penpal to befriend.

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pairing: Mor x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of torture.

Summary: it's been a long time since seeing the most eternal beauty I've ever seen and now it's time to find her.

A/N: I'm really thankful to @thelov3lybookworm for giving me this idea to write. This is the first series I'll ever write so bare with me! I'll try my best. Thank you so much for chosing to read this. <3

Masterlist

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It had been five centuries since I last saw her face. Her bright, golden hair and those rich brown eyes.

I saw her on my Fifteenth birthday. Her beauty was so captivating that I had been staring at her without even realizing it. Her laugh was the most sweetest sound I'd ever heard. We spent the entire day in the garden that day talking and laughing.

My family just having moved there, I didn't know anyone else and it's not like father would ever allow me to wonder off alone, so it was nice having her with me.

I still remember the friendly smile that she gave me while first introducing herself. ''Hello, I'm Morrigan. You can call me Mor.''

We met and talked everyday for the next month. I loved her company. I looked forward it everyday. Every morning I woke up, I'd think about what I'll say to her that day. I realized I could not stop thinking about her even if I tried. I didn't know what I felt that time. I wasn't aware of my preference in women. But I didn't really care. All I cared about was meeting her on time everyday.

Until one day, she didn't come.

It's alright she might be busy. Her family is really strict. I'll just see her tomorrow.

She didn't show up, again.

One day turned to two. Two turned three. And before I even realized, It had been five hundred years.

I heard that she'd been promised in marriage to the eldest prince of Autum Court. I also heard that to get out of it, she had beded an illyrian and due to that her angement was broken. I had felt a little happy at that, knowing that she was free, the feeling was short lived as I got the news that her father tortured her brutally and left out on the border of Autum Court with a nail to her stomach stating she wasn't thier property anymore.

That day I felt a kind of rage I had never felt before. A kind that could tore my entire house down if I let go of my control on magic.

Now she was in Velaris. The city of dreams. Staying there with the high lord. She had found a home, a family that in these centuries. And now I'm going to see her.

My father had arranged me to a high fea for marriage without conversing to me about it. I saw it coming, to be honest. I knew my fate. My family has always told me that I am to be married off to an high rank family and play the role of a good wife to husband. I'm actual surprised that this didn't happen sooner but when people find out that I had once been a friend of a disrespectfull run away, they don't find interest in marrying thier sons to me.

I'm so grateful.

But now, somehow, my father did find a man for me. A low rank seven hundred eighty six year old pedophile who already has two very young wives. I tried to convince my father to not agree to this and let me be but he didn't listen.

So I ran.

I ran away from my father's house 3 days ago. With a lot og struggle and money, I have finally reached the City of Starlight.

Walking through its streets is a whole different experience. The joy that I see in the faces of the people living here is something rarely seen in the people of Hewn City. I'm shocked with how free the parents are with there children running wild around the garden and the lake, it just shows how safe this place is.

I want to find Mor. I want to see how she is after all these years. I want to know if she's changed. I want to ask her if she's thought about me over the years. I want to see her family. And most importantly, I want to ask her if she's happy.

I will find Mor.

[jeonghanspookie]

Intro

Another day of work.

You sighed you walked into the office. Once you clock in an grab you equipment. You grab your carat device and walkie. After leaving the equipment room you go to check the whiteboard for your schedule.

Looking at the details for today, you see that today had a pretty light truck. Thank God. You also look down the list of team members working that day. The grid is on the desk right next to the whiteboard. It tells you that almost all of your favorite coworkers are working today. You look back up at the whiteboard to see what the work day has in store for you.

“Pushing in seasonal today” you end in a sigh. “Oh? Looks like I have a trainee today.” Right as you finish your sentence and start to wonder where this trainee of yours could be, the office door opens abruptly.

A guy comes rushing in with a panicked look on his face. He was slightly out of breath and you look at his hands to see him holding a training schedule in his hand.

“Ah,” you let out, “running late on your first day?” You said with an amused smile on your face.

“Yes. Sorry!” The guy start to stumble over his words. “I couldn’t find the office and the worker at guest service gave me some confusing directions.” He said as he awkwardly scratched his head. “He also didn’t tell me the passcode for the door so I had to ask someone else.”

You gave him a friendly smile. “It’s all good. You probably aren’t in the system yet so we can just say you came right on time when we punch it in later.” He seems to relax a bit as you reassure him. You reach your hand out and introduce yourself, “Nice to meet you, my name is Y/N! I assume I will be training you today.”

He takes your hand and shakes it. “Oh, yes it says so on my schedule. Nice to meet you too, my name is Lee Chan.”

“So…” you both let go of the handshake and you lead him over to the computer. “ We have to get you in the system before we do anything else. Here you enter all your information and afterwards it’ll give you your employee ID number. You use that number to clock in so don’t forget to write that down. Usually our HR lead would help you out with this. But he is currently on vacation.” You point to the desk with the name tag ‘Minghao” on it. You explain a few more details to him and after a few clicks on the computer, you can start some actual training.

You start to lead Chan out of the office and towards the hall.

As you get to another locked door, you turn to look at him “As you learned, passcode for the door is 0808#, no one knows why. But I have reason to believe it’s because our AP lead wanted to use his birthday.” You rolled your eyes.

As you start to give Chan a tour of the store, you make some light conversation. You ask if he shops at CARAT often and if he always wanted to work here. Answer. No one does.

You give him a quick lesson on how to use the CARAT device and how log in. The first place you take Chan is the break room.

The room has chairs and tables set up and the tv on the wall is playing masterchef junior. Luckily, there wasn’t anyone occupying the break room so you do your little intro at peace. “This is where you can go for your breaks. Usually HR fills it with snacks. On special occasions we get food catered too.” You point one side of the room with all of the appliances. “There are fridges if you want to store any food there. Just be careful because sometimes the cleaning crew has to clean them out and they might accidentally throw away food you were keeping.” You look off slightly to the side, "it’s happened to Hoshi way too many times.” You shake your head. “Anyway, there are also microwaves up there, a toaster, sink, coffee maker, etc. Oh and the vending machines are on that side.”

Once you leave the break room, you head through the market department.

You stop in front of the market backroom.

Looking over at Chan, you start to explain the department to him. “This is where the market team keeps products to push out and where they backstock them.” You point out the different coolers and freezers to him. “This one is the meat cooler. The one next to it is the produce. That one over there is the dairy cooler, and the one next to that is the freezer.”

Chan listens very attentively and does his best to take in all the information you are telling him.

As you make your way out of the room, you bump into a busy Jihoon, who is wearing a heavily padded puffer jacket.

“Jihoooooon! Good morning!” You greet the man excitedly and make your way to him with open arms.

He sighs but accepts your embrace, “Yeah, yeah. Good morning to you too.”

After the light greeting, you turn to Chan. “Chan this is Jihoon. He is our market team member.” You then turn to Jihoon. “Jihoon this is Chan, our newest employee.”

The two greet each other and shortly after Jihoon says he has produce to push out. You and Chan quickly say goodbye and make your way towards the main stockroom.

While on the way, you ask Chan if he had any questions so far.

“Anything questions or concerns so far?”

Chan stops to think for a moment. “What department do you work in?”

You look at him, “I’m kinda like a floater.”

Chan looks confused, “A floater?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yeah I don’t really have a designated department anymore.” You shrug. “I work in whatever department needs the support. My hours are also pretty all over the place so that’s also a factor.”

He nods his head understandably. “Yeah that makes sense.”

You finally get past the double doors of the main stockroom. You show Chan how each aisle is number and labeled with which department is which. As you walk down the aisle you meet some team members and introduce them to Chan.

You make your way towards the stationary aisle. There you see two of your coworkers/friends.

“Y/N!" a very happy (and VERY loud) Seokmin greets you with a smile. “Good morning!’ Jun greets as well.

“Hi Junnie! Hi my little sugar plum!” You greet the two with a big smile.

Chan looks slightly confused at the nickname but doesn't make any action to question it.

They smile back and move their attention to your trainee.

The two introduce themselves to Chan and he does the same. Seokmin tells him that he works in stationary and Jun works in outdoor living. After wishing Chan good luck, you two are on you way to receiving.

“This is where the truck is unloaded every morning.” You explain. “The inbound team takes the boxes and sort them on the vehicles by aisle number. Oh look, you can meet Mingyu” you say as you spot the tall man yourself.

“Mingyu~” you yell out.

Mingyu, who is holding a very big and heavy looking box, looks over at you and Chan. “Hey guys. A bit busy. Sorry”

You let out a playful sigh. “That’s Mingyu. He throws the truck. He also works in the chem department after the truck is done. He calls himself a "chem bro". You say while making the quotes with your fingers. “I think all the cleaning chemicals he stocks affects his head sometimes”

Leaving receiving, because it is still hectic with the inbound team running around, you go through the doors and make your way towards tech.

“This is the teach/entertainment department. Our tech expert doesn’t get in til 9 so you won’t see him yet. His name is Wonwoo.”

You then take Chan over to the style department.

As you two make your way past all the clothing aisles, you can see and hear a frantic Seungkwan who is trying his best to keep his department together. You also notice that his Americano is not in his hand so this tells you that your best course of action is to just pass by and let Seungkwan do his thing.

You look over at Chan who is also looking at Seungkwan run around.

“Yeah it’s best not to disturb him when he is in that state. He has a process. I should also grab him a coffee so he doesn’t lose his mind.” You quickly note to yourself.

The next stop is the fulfillment center.

Chan looks around the room filled with online orders.

You start to explain the hold area for the many, many online orders that come in. You explain the whole process to him and just from the look on Chan’s face, you could tell that it seems very scary to someone new.

You try to calm him down.

“It seems very overwhelming but if Vernon can do it, anyone can.” You give him a reassuring smile. “You’ll see what I mean when you meet him.

“Okay and here is the cafe. Joshua is the best barista in this store. Make sure to get on his good side.” You tease.

“So now here is the front of store. The registers and self-checkout are over here. Hoshi is our only cashier this morning since its pretty slow around this time. But he can also handle rushes by himself pretty well. That’s why he calls himself a tiger.”

Chan makes a very confused and slightly disgusted face. “He calls himself a tiger? Wait. Is he wearing a tiger print shirt?”

“Yup. That’s Hoshi for you.” You chuckle. “He gave himself that nickname. His real name is Soonyoung, but it got too confusing with another team member, Sooyoung, so we just call him that now. It’s actually kinda funny because now Sooyoung goes by Joy so we told Hoshi he could use his real name but he refuses.” You both let out a laugh.

You make you way to the center of the front of the store.

“Now I see you already met our guest service team member.”

Chan nods his head dejectedly. “Yeah” he says with a straight face.

“I wouldn’t beat myself up about that interaction. Jeonghan just likes to mess around with new employees.” You slightly turn your head so Chan can’t hear. “And current employees” you whisper to yourself.

“Huh. What did you say? I don’t think I caught it.”

You quickly change the subject. “And last but certainly not least, that big scary guy standing in between the enterance and exit is Seungcheol. He is our security/assets protection.”

“All right,” you look at Chan. “Are you ready to start?”

Chan gives you a determined look. “Yes.”

“Okay then.”

You clear your throat and talk into your walkie.

“Y/N and Chan clocked in for the day.”

masterlist -> next

[ceexb]

Wanna spend the night ?

Summary- “Are you serious? Do you know how inappropriate that is?" It wasn’t a secret that you had feelings for Javier Peña..but who would of known it wasn’t a secret for him as well.There’s a thin line between coworkers and lovers.are you both willing to cross it?

Paring-Javier Peña x fem reader

Warnings- A bit of angst, paranoia, suggestive, making out, but not detailed smut.Reader with curls mentioned,fem reader wearing booty shorts and a shirt.

Words-1,367

You-Blue

Javier-Dark purple

A/n-Did my ass actually watch narcos ? Nope.

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“Javier ?” “It’s getting pretty late…you think you could drop me home ?

He nods. His voice turning into a stern yet friendly tone. "No problem, just know we will continue to investigate tomorrow.

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He was driving you home and it was still dark outside.moon casting a glow in the windy night.

“The wind feels nice” the Colombian breeze blew through the car as he drove.

"Yea, you're right the wind is nice. It feels nice, it makes it even more refreshing to be by you." you arrived to your condo. "Do you need me to walk you in, or will you be alright on your own?" He asked engine shutting down.

You felt as if you were on pins and needles,nervous to ask him to come up.

“Can you do an …Inspection of my apartment?”

“Inspection” he asked questionably and chuckles on what you just asked.

“Yeah”

“Why? do you have pests ?”

“Haha you’re such a comedian,but I’m serious”

He mulled over the idea for a second, but he couldn't help himself. He really did like you.”Fine...just don't get used to this okay? It's only for this one time. This will be our one and only time doing something like this." He smirked, got out of the car walked over to your side of the vehicle opening it for you, and held out his arm for you to grab onto it and you guys walked together. ” wow” you gasped sarcastically “do you give the women at the brothel you frequent this same treatment? Or Am I the first ?” you jabbed. You learned Javi had a tendency to seek out brothels. Not only just for “intel” on Pablo and his goons but deep down to run from the nightmares that torment him at night. It was a low blow. You knew that. however, you couldn't help but pick at him due to your covetousness. Javier opened his mouth then closed it, licking his lips and thinking about what you said. And choose silence. “Is your apartment the first one we passed or the one further ahead of here?"

“The further ahead one”

He smiled and began to walk. He walked with his right hand in his pocket while you grabbed his left arm with your right He had to hide his grin, he was getting excited. "So if I may be a bit personal...who lives with you in your apartment?" He just wished to make conversation and he just wanted to know you, because he was actually interested.

“Wouldn’t you like to know”

He chuckled. "I want to know, tell me." He was looking down at you. "Why are you teasing me?" He chuckled once more."Who lives in your apartment? Your boyfriend? A roommate? Your mom?" His tone was still somewhat light and flirtatious.

“I live with my boyfriend” untrue,but You jest.

“No. kidding, I live alone.”

He chuckled once more and then He glanced away."So it's just you in your apartment?" He was curious about you. Just desired to pry as much out of you, His tone was delicate as he was looking back at you.

You guys reach the door, and you draw out your keys to unlock it. Walking in but before shutting the door you allow your head to peek out leaving space between the narrowly closed door and said “Javier wait!”

He stopped and slightly leaned in. "What is it,?" He asked quietly yet still flirtatiously. "I'm all ears." He smirked."Was that an invitation for me to come in?" He joked, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you cutely peeking.

“You know me too well”

“Can you stay the night ?” You dropped the daring question like a bomb.

He laughed in disbelief and then turned somewhat embarrassed. "Are you serious? "Do you know how inappropriate that is?" He chuckled again with a smirk. " Carina you're making me nervous." He laughed again, his face completely red from blushing. so whipped for you.

“What ?! I thought you were interested in me, baby ?! You say sassily, temptingly, yet annoyed.

“I’m so serious”

“It’s only inappropriate if word gets out …so ?”

He chuckled at your flirtatious tone yet sassiness and he thought it was a little cute. "You think this is some sort of joke,?" He paused as he thought about your words for a second yet he knew one thing, he wanted to,but he felt like it was inappropriate.you both could be kicked off the investigation if the DEA found our you two were mingling around. "I'll be honest, I do want to spend the night and I do feel something… but it...it's inappropriate." He sighed and looked down. "Sorry, Carina..." He said softly as if he didn't want to break your heart, he felt a slight pain in his own heart after saying it.

“Can I ask why?” You knew the answer,but you still insisted on knowing why.

The brunette DEA agent glanced up at you and then sighed as he considered his answer carefully. Yet he decided that he should be honest with you, You deserved honesty. He liked you and you liked him. "Look, I like you a lot, you are super funny and you're hot but...I'm still your partner and this is inappropriate. " He sighed and his tone was deep and calm. He had a small frown as he knew he was hurting your feelings.

“Well, it’s not like I’m your boss ?! I’m just your partner. “you argue still hell-bent on inviting him in.

He had to laugh at that comment."I mean, when you put it that way I guess..." He paused. "Okay, look. Ill spend the night and ill go along with this 'plan' of yours okay? But... let's just say I will not be able keep my hands off you, I'm a man after all...I can't help it. ok ?” He laughed once more and you opened the door for him.

He smiles softly and walks in a few steps before looking at you once again with the same smirk And walked into your condo apartment. First noticing the warm color undertone lights and vibe that emits, a coziness to your apartment.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Do you have a guest room so I can sleep in or..?"

He chuckled. His voice still remained deep yet still was light like a normal person, he still wanted to be able to show his personality to you and not just the persona he had to have during investigations.

“No, I don’t have a guest room. You’ll just have to sleep in my bed.” You understood just the right words to set him off. Javier gulped, adjusting his button-up shirt. The remark made his jeans get tight.

“Plus we’re not gonna need a bed anyway. We won’t be doing any sleeping.” And…tighter.

“Hmm okay ..well make yourself at home. I’m gonna freshen up a bit and put on my night clothes”

"Alright." He bobbed. "Just don't take too long." He chuckled once again his tone was getting slightly flirtatious and deeper yet again his mojo returning. He sat down on your living room sofa and was still watching you as you walked off, his eyes stood fixated on you.

He looks up and can't help but gape for a small second, he looks away and then he looks back quickly, and then looks away yet again. He knew he wanted you, he found you incredibly attractive and he couldn't wait to see more. All he could see was the towel and his imagination ran wild. His mind was telling him to keep looking.

You finish your shower. coming out in pjs the fabric that left enough for his imagination. "That looks really great on you." He chuckled as he saw you in your booty shorts and the plain short-sleeved shirt.

He took a step closer to you and he took a big breath in as he got closer ."You look really sexy." His voice was deep and sexy and he could no longer hide the emotions he was feeling as he got closer to you.

He was almost caressing you, he could smell the shampoo that you used for your curls and he yearned for you. “Your lips look really nice, I think they look even better when they're pressed against mine."

Instead of replying with a typical cocky or sarcastic comeback..you crashed your lips onto Javier’s.Wasting no time.

He didn't expect you to do that,your tongue’s rubbed together.as you both took slow steps towards the bed room. Yet he didn't want it to stop so he just kept going with the kiss, not trying to rush anything.

He spread you down on the bed and he slowly began to take off your PJ shirt. "I’ll be gentle with you ...so don't worry." His voice was gentle, he didn't want to ruin the moment and if anything. He only wanted you to feel comfortable that night.

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Translations

Carina-Honey

Also I feel like the apt is giving this vibe

Minus the flat screen,but yeah.

Also Please don’t steal my work or translate

[panda-writes-kpop]

Platonic! Handong ~ The University Experience

A/N: My pearls, this story is based on my own experience. I'll let you guess who I am in this story. ;) Also, this is for @sanccharine because they requested this from me a long while ago, and who am I not to deliver (at a much later date)?

TW: Alcohol mentions, college antics, bad language from multiple parties, Reader is NOT a model student.

Summary: Handong goes to her Chem lecture, expecting much of the same boring content, until she overhears the conversation from you, Ryujin, and Yunjin about Dongie's oddly shaped pencil pouch.

♡ Masterlist ♡

Handong quietly sketches a figure in her Chemistry notebook as she waits for the lecture to start.

University had been an… interesting transition for her, especially since she was going to be so far away from her old school friends and her family. Handong had moved away from her family to go to primary school, but she had made a group of friends that became her new family. Primary school, unfortunately, had come and gone, and her friends had moved on to greater pursuits in many different places.

Luck had been on her side for a little bit, as she went to college with one of her old friends: SuA, and SuA was in her Chemistry lecture and recitation. Handong’s luck ran out because the two were in different majors, but it was nice to see a friendly face a few times a week.

Handong mostly stayed on her own throughout university, and she didn’t really mind it. The best company was her own, after all. Studying and eating in peace was nice, but she did miss the chatter of friends talking over one another and sharing incredible stories of their ridiculous shenanigans.

Then, of course, you had come crashing into her life with the grace of a rhinoceros stomping through a feeding ground.

Handong got herself ready for the lecture as time ticked down, and you came walking in about two minutes before class had started. You sat a row back from her, and you lazily threw your backpack to the side before checking your phone.

“Are you always this disorganized?” A voice to Handong’s left asks.

Shin Ryujin.

With her glasses slightly askew, Ryujin types on her computer without hesitation.

You scoff before rolling your eyes.

“You shouldn’t visit my dorm, then.”

“I’ve heard from Jisu about the mess that you’ve made of that poor room. And your drinking habits, by the way, aren’t exactly… how should I put it?”

“Ryujin!” You scold before setting your phone aside. “Don’t bring that up. I only vomited once, and it was Yunjin’s fault!”

You grab your tablet and open your computer as Handong continues to listen in on your conversation.

“Where is the she-devil, by the way?”

You scoff as you roll your eyes.

“First off, that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone, and secondly, you know how she is: she’s either 5 minutes early, walks in when the professor starts lecturing, or she skips because she’s hungover or overslept.”

“Whatever.” Ryujin sighs as you flick a pencil over to her, and it smacks her in the back of the head. “Seriously? How old are you, five?”

“I’m six, actually.” You stick your tongue out at her as the door in the front of the lecture hall opens. “There she is! The woman of the hour in the flesh and blood.”

The professor starts lecturing as Yunjin sits down and leaves a seat between the two of you. You give her a high-five as you lower your voice to speak with her.

“How was your nap?” You quietly mutter.

“I was getting food at the dining hall, actually.” Yunjin matter-of-factly tells you, “And I did some Calculus while I was eating.”

“Did Lisa have to help you?” You jokingly say as Yunjin reaches over and punches your shoulder. 

“I did two of the problems by myself, thanks for asking.” She hisses as you rub your shoulder in pain. “What section of Chem are we on, by the way?”

“You’d know if you did the notes.” You say.

“Did you do the notes, genius?”

“Fuck no!” You exclaim before immediately hushing your voice. “I have better things to do.”

“This is why neither of you have an A in this class.” Ryujin rolls her eyes as you tap your tablet’s pencil against your chin.

“Okay, smart-ass, we get it.” Yunjin shoots back at Ryujin before taking out a notebook. “Seriously, what chapter are we on?”

Ryujin chuckles to herself before turning back to her computer. 

Handong finds herself enthralled in the conversation, and she’s managed to keep up with the notes along with the conversation.

“We’re on Chapter Four, the one with electrolytes and titrations.” Handong quietly says as three sets of eyes travel to her.

“Thank you, ah…” Yunjin trails off as Handong quickly answers.

“Handong. My name’s Handong.”

“Huh Yunjin.” She cheekily smiles before looking over at you.

You stick your tongue out at Yunjin before saying your name.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Handong.” You add on as you nod at Ryujin. “Are you going to say anything, or are you just going to be all mysterious over there?”

“Fuck you.” Ryujin spits out before glancing at Handong. “Shin Ryujin is my name.”

“Ah, it’s a pleasure to meet you all.” Handong says while continuing to take notes.

You continue to chatter with Yunjin throughout the lecture, and Ryujin joins in your banter every once in a while. Besides complaining about Chemistry itself, the conversation jumps to parties, Halloween, and the newest shows on Netflix and Disney. 

Eventually, once the class is almost over, your discussion with Yunjin jumps to a more… irrelevant topic.

“Is that someone’s shoe on the table?” Yunjin asks, and you shake your head before sighing.

“You’re being ridiculous. Did you drink too much last night?” You joke, and Yunjin scrunches her nose before pointing at the spot next to Handong.

“Do you not see the shoe right fucking there?”

“Sure, it’s a shoe, but I don’t think it’s her shoe.” You stare at the brightly colored shoe as Yunjin looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“Of course it’s her shoe! Why else would someone have a shoe on the table?”

“Oh my god,” You smack your head against your hand, “it’s not a shoe, Yunjin!”

“It’s clearly a shoe! What else would it be?”

“It is a pencil pouch because it has a zipper, you dumbass!”

Ryujin laughs as Handong chuckles to herself.

This was going to be one interesting semester.