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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years ago

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#sorry guys if you’ve read the entire superior series you know people being tortured in front of their love interest is a whump trope i love

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Levi's not invincible so he does get sick. One day, he got the flu and obviously tried to be nonchalant/hide it from you in the beginning, but you see through his façade and let's just say that whilst he's feeling like shit and weak: you're the one to hold HIS hair back whilst HE vomits (even if it embarrasses him sm); you wrap his chilly body in blankets and lay his head on your lap when he has a fever; you're the one to force him to rest; you're the one that goes to his lectures for him etc

you're so valid and sexy for this

"Levi, stay down or I'll force you down."

"Fuck you," is his blunt, stubborn response.

"Only once you're better!" you sing merrily, making him scowl.

He's in front of the bed, legs pressed back against the frame, trying to figure out the best way to circumvent you to get to the door, where his precious bag with his precious assignments are. As for his precious girlfriend who's working double time going to both yours and his classes? No rush to get to you. You're only a bit offended.

His eyes narrow at you. "I'm faster than you."

"Normally, you are." You crouch down, ready to pounce. "But not like this."

Levi makes a break for it right as you jump, and he grunts loudly as your arms connect with his midriff, shoving him back onto the bed with you toppling over him. Even in his clear sickness-induced dickishness, he swings his legs up at the exact right time to make sure your knees don't slam against the bed frame too hard.

Once he's down, he's down. You smooth a hand over his hair, kissing his forehead. "Resting will make you feel better, baby."

"Don't baby me, I'm going to fall behind."

"No one who submits assignments weeks prior to the due date falls behind that easily."

"What do you expect me to do?" He sighs, not bothering to push you off. "Just sit here and wallow?"

You pout slightly. "Well, you could enjoy the time with your sexy girlfriend, but if you'd rather I get up, I can—"

Immediately his grip turns possessive, and you contain a smirk. Sometimes, Levi can be so easy.

"If I'm resting," he explains hastily, "you might as well sit here with me."

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you grin. "That's what I thought."

519 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

We need more on Superior Levi’s daddy link 💳💥💳💥💳💥

you are my favorite person in the world.

warnings: daddy kink (duh), masturbation, oral (m. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, kind of creampie

he's heard of it before, but he only really thinks about it after someone, maybe mike, brings it up as a joke while they're drinking together (mike pretends like it's not actually one of his kinks as well). and levi considers it so stupid, who would actually want to be called something like that, especially with someone who's supposed to be their romantic partner.

but then later at night when he's in bed alone, paperwork all done, he thinks of the (not confirmed in the story, only my personal preference) eight year age difference that him and his lieutenant have, and unwittingly pictures her, underneath him, back arched off the mattress, calling him that, and suddenly his pants are way too tight.

what the actual shit.

he feels bad just thinking about it. the girl lost her father as a kid, for fuck's sake, this is beyond inappropriate and as much as she's teased him and made it clear that she doesn't mind if he gets off to the thought of her, doing it and imagining this scenario is so wrong. he has to deal with his hard-on, though, or else he's not going to be able to try to sleep like he promised her he would (how are you supposed to tell someone that the sleeping practices you’ve tried with them don't work because they're effective, but because you were with the person in question and they put you to sleep instead of the exercises? he's not afraid of being vulnerable, but he doesn’t wanna disappoint her, she was so excited about them.)

so he stands, not wanting to dirty the bed, and sheds his clothes before stepping into the hot shower. never before has he been more thankful for his rank. fuck the shitty title, fuck the endless piles of work and fuck being a leader, but if he'd had to do this in the common baths he doesn't think he could go through with it.

placing his hand on the tile to steady himself, levi starts slow, like she always does, taking himself in his hand and languidly stroking until he's sensitive to the touch. it's easier to do this now than it was before he was in whatever the hell this relationship thing is, because now he can actually picture something he's felt, he doesn't have to try too hard to imagine how her lips feel on his neck—it's so hot in here—or how mischievous she looks whenever she coaxes him to sit down on the bed, gets down on her knees, purrs in that stupid seductive voice that she's going to make him relax—"relax, daddy"—

fuck. oh fuck, he can feel his cock twitch in his hand, and his strokes speed up as his mouth falls open in concentration. he has to stop, he has to, it’s wrong, but it's so vivid in his head. she'd coo it, and he'd groan, fuck her mouth until he spilled down her throat, telling her what a good job she did for daddy—fuck, fuck, fuck!

it takes him no time at all to spill in his hand. standing there, panting, levi rests his forehead on the tile and lets the guilt consume him.

the thing is, the thought doesn't go away. it's not like he's walking around thinking about it every time he sees her, but when they're being intimate, it's a different deal. it's at the back of his head for weeks, not least because she likes to call him captain, and that's bad enough already. gives him lewd thoughts, makes him question just how far she'd be willing to go.

truth is, levi's shy.

neither him nor her are particularly.....sexy, or suave, and that's not to say that she isn't attractive, beautiful, drop dead fucking gorgeous. she absolutely entices him with the way she smirks, her charming way of talking, or how she skips out on dinners the nights there are shortages and thinks no one notices. and like, yeah, he's in love with her. all that good stuff.

but while neither of them were each other's firsts, they also weren't geniuses when it came to this stuff. or even particularly...experimental. he knows she likes praise (and she knows he likes it too), and he knows where to kiss and where to suck and where to bite and what she likes and what gets her dripping wet and what makes her squirt and fine, he's not giving them enough credit. when they get to properly have a moment, they're pretty good at it.

that's not the point, though. the point is that they're not that kinky. they're not. he just loves her and knows how to make her feel good, that's not kinky, that's....something else.

thinking about her calling him daddy is a different story altogether. that's not emotional, or sweet. that’s kinky. that's downright filthy.

and that's half of why the idea gives levi such a thrill.

he's going to keep his fucking mouth shut, though. he will.

and he does a good job. for the most part. until a certain night.

it's like it just won't leave his head. they just went two rounds on his bed—levi gave special attention to her today, his precious, hardworking girl, tonight was all about making her feel good, pulling three orgasms from her before even undressing himself—and now she's spent, arms wrapped around his chest from behind, one leg hooked over his waist, face buried in his nape. the steady, warm puffs on the back of his neck let him know that she's asleep. that means he won't be roused in ten minutes to be seriously asked whether or not he thinks ducks get jealous of each other.

very often, she takes the time to coax him to sleep before sleeping herself, but he’s glad she didn’t waste her time today because he’s not sleeping anytime soon. tonight, the thought, the unspeakable thought, the kink, is ever so present in his mind and he can't get it out.

resting his cheek against the cool pillow, levi sighs. he tries to think of something else. titans' ugly faces, the bath he has to give hange tomorrow. merchants in the underground. a muddy floor. a messy floor. objects strewn everywhere and dirt covering every inch of—

"levi," she breathes in her sleep, and a shudder of pleasure ripples through him at the way she sounds. he wishes she could say his name always.

and he wishes, he wants...

before he's fully aware of what he's doing, he's reaching down under the thin sheets, pulling down the waistband of the undergarment he just put on. once again, he's rubbing himself until he's fully erect, but this time, there'll be no fucking his fist.

for one thing, he'd wake her.

and secondly, with her in such close proximity, it's a painful reminder that his hand lacks in comparison to how hard she can make him come.

that's...a good starting point.

her calves. her thighs. her stomach, and chest, and neck. her calloused hands. her lips. maria, the way her lips twist when she's smirking. the way her breasts move when he's fucking her. the way they feel in his hand as he's kneading them. how he can feel them pressed against his back right now.

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632 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

You love kissing Levi. No two ways about it. You love kissing him on the lips, naturally, but you love leaving wet kisses on the side of his neck, love ghosting kisses down the column of his throat, love pressing sweet kisses to his red cheeks.

“You’re impossible,” he finally claims, exasperated but not enough to push you away. “You have so many assignments to do and you’re going to complain about them all weekend if you don’t start now.”

In response, you kiss the top of his throat, right below his chin. Levi releases a shudder, placing the book he was reading on his chest as his eyes flutter close.

“Baby,” you coo, “the assignments can wait. Let me love you for a bit.”

“Just a bit?” he grunts, acting offended even though he knows that you’ll keep this up all night.

You close the book and gently place it to the side, straddling his hips and taking both his hands in yours. Pressing your lips to his knuckles, you quietly admit, “Maybe more than a bit. Besides, you’ll help me with my assignments tomorrow, won’t you?”

“I…” His voice catches when your your lips press against his ear. “I…ha, yeah…I will.”

“Then,” you murmur, finally reaching his face. You kiss his forehead, both eyelids and his nose. Levi’s gotten used to the doting attention now, so his cheeks don’t turn their usual lovely shade of red, but they still tint pink. “I’m just thanking you preemptively.”

Levi’s mouth parts in anticipation—in the second you tease him, just letting him feel you caress his face without kissing him, you hear the softest, most eager, “Okay,” which is his breath of consent. You don’t think he even hears himself say it.

But once you actually kiss him, feeling the fiery hot feeling that’s been burning flare up all the way down to your fingers, you know he means every word.

824 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

I feel that in both a modern au/canon, it takes a lot of alcohol for Levi to actually 'feel' drunk. One day, Levi is at some event/excursion with some people and blah blah blah he caved and got so drunk. For ages, Levi's been crushing on reader silently and so mf hard but he'd never act on it/say anything AT LEAST WHILST SOBER, but they're good friends nonetheless. Reader wonders where Levi is, goes to get him/takes him home; the whole way home, drunk Levi spews cute shit and confesses <3

THIS IS SO CUTE IEUHFIUEFH i love it thank you so much for this imagery

Your knuckles are intertwined with Levi's as you both walk across campus. Normally hand-holding between you two is strict business, only done when it's cold and someone just has to be warmed up (when Erwin smarmily asked why neither of you would buy gloves, you sent him a withering glare). But it's not cold today, there's just a light breeze that's not helping the light butterflies in your stomach from feeling Levi's calloused palm against yours.

"Not far to the dorms now," you hum, seeing the building coming up in view. "How're you doing, Ackerman?"

"Fantastic," Levi snarks, somehow even more rude and even more blunt when he's wasted. "Coulda walked back myself."

Bold statement from someone who's been clinging to your hand the entire time. Not that you doubt him, he's plenty capable, but at any rate, you'd gone to the party with Levi and weren't really close to anyone else there. There was no point in staying, not when you could walk your friend to his room first.

"What're you gonna have for breakfast?"

"Tea and biscuits." A longing breath escapes him, and you bite back a snort at his apparent admiration for the meal. "You gon'a come?"

"For breakfast? Farlan won't mind?"

"Farlan's not the boss of me," he mutters grouchily, and this time you do laugh, squeezing his hand. It's the first time you've seen him like this, and something about it is extremely amusing. "Plus, he keeps telling me how hot you are."

At this, you raise a brow. "He has a thing for me?"

Levi sighs, long and painful, like he's your tutor and you just don't get what he's explaining to you. "No. Farlan's an idiot."

"He's not so bad."

"He is," Levi insists. You grin.

"Alright. He is."

His brows are furrowed, staring at you in deep concentration as the two of you walk. Humoring him, you meet his eyes, but then you blink, taken aback by how sincere it is for someone who's going to have a bitch of a hangover in the morning.

"Hey," he begins, like he's seeing you for the first time in a long time, "you'll come for breakfast?"

Unable to resist teasing him, you let out a contemplative huff, leaning against his shoulder. "I dunno. Why do you want me to come?"

At first, Levi doesn't answer, and you think it's because he's either zoned off or just too sleepy to answer. But then, softly, he confesses, "Cause I'm the biscuit."

You think your eyes pop from how comically you widen them. A part of you feels bad for laughing at him, especially when he pouts, but of all the things you expected him to say, I'm the biscuit was probably at the bottom of the list.

"Stop," he whines, shoving you half-heartedly. "M'trying to tell you, and you're not even listening."

"Okay, okay." You clamp down on your bottom lip to stop from giggling. "What do you wanna tell me, Ackerman?"

"I'm the biscuit," he says again, making a motion to dip the imaginary cookie in his hand, "when��when it goes in the tea. Gets all soggy, you know?" When you nod, he nods too, satisfied that you understand (even though you really don't). "It melts. That's me."

"You're...hot?"

It's a fair question. He is.

"No. M'the biscuit in the tea when you're over. You," and he shoves a finger into your shoulder accusatorially as though you did something wrong. "You make me melt."

Suddenly, it's not as funny anymore. Not from the way your stomach pitter patters.

"What do you mean?" you attempt to ask casually, but really, how many ways are you meant to take that?

"Make me melt," is all he mutters again, even more grouchy now, "S'why I want you to come for breakfast." Then, shyly, "I like when you make me melt. So come to breakfast."

In that moment, you swear you can feel your heart squeeze. You've reached his building, but you nod tightly, hoping he doesn't see how warm your face is. Not that he'd remember it, but still. "Yeah. Yeah, of course, I'll come to breakfast, Lev."

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897 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

can't get drunk levi out of my head idk why. i have a lil drabble in response to an ask coming up tomorrow but that's a modern au and i was feeling a lil canonverse cuteness

Grabby hands grip your forearms, tugging you to the side where the servers are setting up dinner in the hall. "Let's leave," Levi whispers sweetly into your cheek.

Mouth falling slightly open at his public affections, you peer into his eyes. "How much have you had to drink?"

"So much." He hiccups, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you close. The dark corner gives you a little privacy, assuring that you're not the center of everyone's attention. "S'not my fault. Oluo and Gaelger were playing a drinking game."

"And you joined? What was the game?"

"Everytime you looked pretty, we drank." He kisses your cheek as you raise a brow dubiously.

"Somehow, I doubt that."

"Fine," he huffs, "it was any time someone dropped a fork." He hiccups again, leaning into your ear to murmur his secret lowly. "But I started drinking any time someone dropped anything."

"Not very characteristic of you, Captain. What would sober Levi say about this?"

"Sober Levi would say let's leave so that I can tell how how pretty you look. So pretty today," he emphasizes, and you grin.

Tugging his cravat forward, you press a brisk kiss on his lips, whispering, "I'm pretty everyday, Captain. But you're exceptionally sweet tonight."

Levi looks dazed, following your lips with his own. "M'sweet every night."

Yeah, right. As if. But you'll let him believe it for now.

Especially because of how exceedingly content he looks when you nod your head in agreement and kiss him again.

1,141 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

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rainbowangel110 · 2 years ago

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I know things are absolutely shit in the tags rn. I know that we might possibly lose (we still got 5 days so maybe we can turn it around) but I need to make things clear. This is a long post so bear with me.

Yes I like Alphyne. They were my first queer ship ever. I remember seeing the cheek kiss in the end credits and being so happy for them.

Speaking this as someone who was, and is still a little bit of an Undertale fan.

Y'all really can do better. Reading the tags is so infuriating as there's so musch hate from y'all. I have never in my life seen this much salt and toxicity. And I know the controversies that have happened within the fandom. I thought you guys learned something from them but apparently not.

I'll address some of the hate.

No, Huntlow isn't just a straight ship being tossed at the lesbians (for Christs sake, Alphys is bisexual y'all, it was confirmed in game with the fact she had a crush on Asgore. Get it right.) A massive portion of us HC them as bi, some HC Hunter as trans, there's loads of us who think that Willow is pan, there's some out here who HC them to be a-spec. I know the explicit cannon confirmation isn't there yet, but if you looked, you would know. To us, it's not hetero.

Not it isn't ablelist. Hunter literally cannot do magic by himself, it's part of his arc. He stated it in the third episode he appeared in S2E6. (Spoilers: I know he has magic as of S3E2 but it's not close to what the Boiling Isles "magic" is. He can't cast any spell circles, like how everyone else does) I also saw someone talk about how the "half-a-witch, makes a whole" is also ablelist. My guy, those are parallels in their respective arcs oh my god.

About people calling it a rushed ship and stuff similar to it, no it wasn't going to be if Disney didn't shorten it so hard that we literally have 3 episodes for the final season. There is art about those two from the crew that they've been holding onto for 2 YEARS. Dana has also stated that she's also had some art, but hasn't releases it yet. Meaning that if we weren't shortened, we could have had time. Development. An actual buildup similar to Lumity and Raeda! But no we only have an EPISODE LEFT OF THE SHOW. How can we possibly fit something in for them while wrapping up the plot?!

Thought so. Undertale had the advantage of not being bogged down by a multi million dollar corporation, and yet here you are.

I've seen someone say vote for Alphyne instead of the other ship cuz it sucks, and then in the next fucking tag say they've never even watched the show. What?

And just because they're not seen as queer representation doesn't mean you can't shit on the physical representation. A chubby Asian gal with two dads, self esteem issues and was bullied. A teen with cult trauma and was abused, and has the scars to show. So many people find themselves in these characters. I do so too.

I'm not here to restart a war. If I do, I take full responsibility, no need to attack anyone who defends me. You got any complaints about this reblog, take them to me. Anon asks are open.

Sorry if I pissed off anyone, I truly am. I'm just sick of the hate, the fact that people are receiving full on death threats for not voting Alphyne, people hoping that one of the characters die.

Vote who you want. I don't care. If you hate the ship, I don't care about that. You don't know us, that's fine too. But please, please, I am begging you, let everyone have fun. OP himself has come down to tell y'all to chill out. That hasn't happened with any other poll. So why here? Let this be fun. Don't spread shit, don't send death threats to people for liking what they like. We're not attacking you so why come after us?

Be civil y'all.

#long post #besttship competition #alphyne #undertale #the owl house #huntlow #please be nice to one another #honestly if the hate continues I'm hoping that Huntlow wins out of spite #alphyne I love you but everyone is ruining it for you and is being rude #i wish you had better fans cuz wow #Alphys wouldn't like what y'all are doing I'll be honest she's a fandom girl herself #Think about that #Think before you spew hate everywhere cuz it hurts everyone around you #thank you for coming to my Ted Talk #just rebloging

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ljf613 · 2 years ago

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I posted 3,049 times in 2022

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I tagged 3,040 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and everything to do with what being around people who are overly concerned with their own personal physical appearance does to your psyche

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110 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

What really sold me on Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs was the part of the movie where Snow can't get the shoes off (because deep down she's no longer so sure that she wants to be who she is without them).

It's one of the most realistically accurate scenes I have ever seen in an animated kids' movie.

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Konekomaru: Hey exwires, here's a pro tip: do not write an email to your cram school teacher while you're seriously sick. Signed, a person who somehow came up with "dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I'll be alive to come tomorrow and I'm sorry, best slutantions, Miwa".

Shiemi: I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I'd probably believe they were sick.

Renzo: "Slutantions" has me crying laughing

Rin: i once emailed Shura with a migraine. a mistake. "I amsick will not to training because i have a heache. i Hope its very and i am so sorry love, blue" the subject line was "OW"

Izumo: THE SUBJECT LINE IS THE BEST PART JSJFISJDJS JUST IMAGINE GETTING AN EMAIL WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN "OW"

Mephisto: As someone who runs a cram school, please send those emails because 1) We WILL believe that; no one would write that on purpose and 2) we need a laugh sometimes.

Ryuji: On the other side of this, once after getting taken to the ER by ambulance, I got an email from Sideburns, and the message had no text, just the subject line "you good?"

Yukio: Claritin makes me weird, but I have allergies so there’s about a month and a half block of time where I’m taking Claritin and am just weird most of the time. Anyway, last year, I got the flu or something and was also taking Mucinex. I told Shiro I couldn’t work one day by email except I couldnt think of what to say, so my medicated self decided to make a Fry meme. I think it said something like “Not sure if I can go perform an exorcism with a head the size of Gehenna, bottom text.” I didn’t think until the next day that it probably wasn’t socially-acceptable to tell the Paladin you weren’t coming on a job via Tumblr style memes. When i woke up, i found that he’d printed it out and taped it to the fridge.

Yukio: Oof you guys i turned on my laptop that I used to use back then. IT WAS ON THE DESKTOP. THIS IS WHAT I SENT. It’s even worse than i remember it

For @swearingintengwar

145 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

Adorable commission of Kacchan and Fuyumi-neesan from @wintertundra-art! I absolutely love how this one came out, thank you so so much!

145 notes - Posted March 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Apparently my best friend has never seen any of the How to Train Your Dragon movies, and I'm due for a rewatch, so we're watching them together.

We're about halfway through the first and there's two things that really stand out to me this time around:

Hiccup is funny. Like, really funny. (Sure, he's funny in the later movies, too, but there's something uniquely amusing about the self-deprecating humor of an awkward and lonely fifteen year old with absolutely no filter. It's great.)

All things considered, Stoick is actually.... a pretty decent parent. I mean, I've been reading a lot of HTTYD fics lately, and many of them portray him as this awful, domineering guy who doesn't care about his son AT ALL until he becomes "useful" or whatever. And watching the OG movie, especially from a more grown-up perspective on things, he's really not all that bad. Sure, he's not exactly getting any 'parent of the year' awards. He's a human, and he makes mistakes, but, considering the circumstances, he really is trying his best.

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kazewhara · 3 years ago

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“it stings.”

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, mentioned minor character

# — summary: he's your partner. nobody else's.

# — warnings: mildly suggestive; descriptions of making out, hickies

# — tags: fluff, touch of angst, communication, minor character is stupid, zuzu still wants to make out with kazuha, pretty self-indulgent

# — notes: FINALLY. I FINALLY GOT TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS. SHAKING AND CRYING, I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER. reblogs and reactions are appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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something’s... off about you.

it's no secret that nature often lends kazuha a hand when observing other people. he can hear the faintest things and pick up on the most minute details with ease -- especially when it comes to you.

for example: shortly after you two first met, after only three rounds during your first sparring match, he knew that you'd injured your wrist a few years back and gave you specific pointers on how to relieve the pain. now, even after going an entire day without seeing you, he somehow knows how you're feeling with no more than a simple glance and knows how to treat you accordingly. kazuha adjusts to things very easily, but he quickly became attuned to you without thinking; the breeze that follows close behind you is one he's familiar with, one he's grown to love deeply.

but for the past couple of days, however, something's been polluting the air you usually carry about with you. it feels like... tension, to say the least.

kazuha isn't too sure if you've realized this yet, but your smiles are thinner and looking a little forced. you're holding him closer at night (he didn't even think it possible, yet here you were) and your shoulders look tight from what he can see. you've also started working your jaw whenever you're quiet. it's not as obvious as he's making it seem, but as someone who trained himself to know all that makes you you, he can spot any oddities from a mile away.

you, on the other hand, are busy wondering why kazuha is so fucking dense.

you didn't think it possible what with how scarily observant he can be at times, but as he chats with some girl aboard the alcor (jiang -- you found out her name against your will), you wonder how he can't see what's right in front of his face.

right now, jiang is giving kazuha the "eyes" -- you would know, because you do it to him as a joke. she's got her head tilted to the side like some curious puppy, and she practically melts every time he smiles. (which is all the time, by the way. this is making you sick.)

you're also standing right next to him as he speaks. you'd think jiang would be more subtle about this.

kazuha turns his head to the side suddenly. he must've heard someone calling his name. "i'll be taking my leave," he tells the two of you. he looks at you and you feel your breath catch. for a second, you damn near forgot why you were so upset. "i'm sorry to leave you alone. beidou seems to need me."

well, fuck.

"it's no problem." you half-lie, mirroring his smile. "go before she gets impatient."

ever the charmer, kazuha takes your hand and brings your fingers to his lips before departing, leaving you with your heart reluctantly racing in your chest. god damn him.

a very uncomfortable silence descends upon you and jiang. you can feel her eyes boring into the side of her head. don't speak to me, you think. don't say a fucking word, don't speak, just stay quiet--

"you're so lucky." jiang sounds so dejected that it makes you look at her. you have to school your expression into an even one -- god forbid you show her just how much you loathe being near her. "he's such a good guy."

at least she knows he's taken. you feel your chest swell with a little bit of pride. "he really is." you have to swallow back the urge to brag.

jiang sighs wistfully. "must be nice..."

it is, you almost say. you bite your tongue. maybe it's best if you leave her to her own devices for now; you should be the bigger person. you say a quick goodbye and head off to find some work to do. the further you are from her, the better.

unfortunately, the universe has other plans.

a question: why is it that when you're trying to avoid someone, you keep seeing them everywhere? because you see jiang everywhere. not only that, you're often tasked with being near her.

like now; you're mapping out some stuff before you send it over to zhiqiong for finalization, and who else but jiang would come by to keep you company? she's helpful, surprisingly, but somehow, kazuha keeps coming up in conversation.

"where did we last see those remnants of osial's wife?" you ask her softly, your eyes fixed on the sheet. you point to a place near the compass in the corner. "was it here?"

jiang hums and points to an area closer to land. "more like here," she says, "i remember someone saying to stay on high alert because of how dangerously close it was to that fishing village."

"right, thanks. now, where did that cargo wash up? near ritou--?"

"kazuha likes fish, doesn't he?" jiang asks. her question takes you off-guard. it must show, because she apologizes, her face flushing. "i'm sorry, that was really off-topic. it's just-- i noticed that he gets a little excited whenever the chefs grill fish, so..."

you keep your expression as even as you possibly can and try to give her the benefit of the doubt. kazuha isn't very subtle with information like that. everyone knows that he likes grilled fish -- it was one of the first and only things people knew about him for a while. "yeah, he's, uh," you shift your eyes back to the map, "very particular about it. it's a hassle sometimes, but if he's happy, he's happy."

jiang nods -- maybe a little too eagerly for your liking. "i see, i see."

"right. so, ritou. did beidou say we lost stuff near the docks?"

"yeah, apparently some tenryou commission defectors or something took some stuff that was supposed to go on the ship and tossed it into the sea."

"dammit," you swear, "there was some valuable wood in those boxes. the tianquan wanted high quality maple wood for some construction just outside the harbor."

"there were reported sightings of some floating boxes..." jiang is quiet as she marks up places where shipment boxes had been spotted. as she does, she asks: "kazuha... wears a lot of maple leaves, doesn't he?"

you say a silent prayer. whether it's for you or her, you're not sure. "he does." your response is clipped.

"did he ever tell you why?"

you have never wanted to not talk about kazuha before. this is new. you don't like it. "something about his family. i don't know all the details." you're lying. annoyed, you add, "and even if i did, it wouldn't be my place to share them."

"oh." jiang murmurs. "i thought he would've told you. i guess i'll ask him sometime later."

"...right. you do that." you take a silent breath. you try to start working again, but--

"would he be in the crow's nest?" jiang doesn't look at you, but you can see her ears flushing and her lips curling into the most smitten smile. "just so i, uh, know where to find him and ask."

you're not sure what possesses you, but you give her the answer she's looking for. you're being the bigger person, you remind yourself. that's all. you're just doing as any good person would do. thankfully, you work the rest of the time in silence.

sure enough though, later that day, kazuha and jiang are nowhere to be found. xu liushi said something about them being in the crow's nest together talking about their hometowns. you don't like the pit that opens up in your stomach.

now, don't misunderstand; you don't feel threatened by jiang. not at all. you're not worried about her taking kazuha from right under your nose. no, no, that's not the problem at all.

the problem is that she keeps using you as kazuha information bank of sorts. all you two end up talking about is him, and when you don't give her a straightforward answer, she just goes and asks him directly. and kazuha, being the absolute sweetheart that he is, just goes with the flow, blissfully unaware of the lovesick fool jiang is making herself out to be.

the worst part about all this is that she knows that kazuha is your lover, yet she acts this way anyways. right in front of you -- both of you! does she think you're stupid? it's infuriating!

kazuha catches you mulling over it one night before bed. he's already laying down, ready to sleep, but you're still sitting up, rubbing at your temples. you've been nursing a headache for about a week.

"is everything okay, dove?" he asks sleepily. you twist to look down at him and see his eyes already half-lidded. "are you not going to sleep?"

you comb your fingers through his hair, which has been freed from its usual ponytail. "i'll sleep soon, love." you murmur, chuckling when he yawns. "you've had a long day, no?"

kazuha hums his assent. "you didn't answer the question. is everything okay?" he looks a little more awake now, the beginnings of a frown forming on his face.

this is why you've been sitting back and taking jiang's shit these days. because at the end of the day, you have kazuha beside you. you lay down and laugh a little when he immediately wraps his arms around you. kazuha buries his face in your shoulder and you keep running your fingers through his hair.

"i'm fine, kazuha. promise." you tell him.

kazuha leaves a butterfly kiss on your skin. "are you absolutely sure?"

how could you not be? you kiss the crown of his head as his breathing slows. "absolutely."

you want to say that all your troubles were over after that, but things come to a head by the next morning. the alcor docks in liyue harbor during a routine visit for the sailors to spend time with their families. comfortable as you may have been last night, you can't seem to stay asleep. you struggle out of kazuha's arms (he's got a firm grip, even in his sleep) and get ready for the day, stepping out the cabin to breathe in the fresh air.

before the people wake, liyue harbor is one of the most peaceful places on the planet. it's nothing but you and the gentle slapping of the waves against the sides of the alcor. you take a deep breath, refreshed, and head off the ship for a walk. when you return with some trinkets from an early rising vendor -- some matching tassles for kazuha's sword and your polearm -- who else would you run into but jiang.

you would have walked past her, but she was standing just a little too close to your cabin, turning something over in her fingers. "uh..." you narrow your eyes at her, suspicion hardening your tone. "do you need something?"

"oh, good morning!" jiang spots you then and she lights up, her face red. it's too early for this. "hi, i'm sorry, i just... well... i wanted to give kazuha something."

you don't bother fixing your expression anymore. "it's too early for that. he's probably still asleep."

jiang deflated. "o-oh... then can you give it to him for me? please?" she holds it out to you. it's a little furin that looks handmade. she must've really put some thought into this. "i figured since he was so far from home while the rest of us were here... i-i thought maybe he'd want something to dull the homesickness..."

under any other circumstances, this would be cute. endearing, even. but this is your last fucking straw. you breathe harshly through your nose, your irritation showing through. "jiang, do me a favor and back up, first of all." you shoo her away from your door. she inches back, but you keep gesturing. "back. up." you seethe.

"is something wrong?" she asks.

"for the love of-- you're in front of my cabin at ass o'clock in the morning trying to give my boyfriend a gift." you put special emphasis on 'my boyfriend'. your voice is low and your anger is palpable. you inhale sharply and give her the fakest smile you've ever given anyone in your life. "hold onto the gift and maybe try giving it to him later."

jiang has the audacity to look shocked. "oh! i-i didn't realize, i--"

"of course you didn't." you scoff. "please leave. now. don't wait out here." you don't even wait for her to respond; you walk inside your cabin and slam the door shut with a groan. only after you shut it do you realize that you may have woken kazuha but thankfully, he's already up.

he's just about ready for the day -- fully dressed, save for his scarf. his eyes were already fixed on the door. you feel your face burn; he definitely heard all of that. "good morning," you mutter. you place the tassels you bought on the dresser.

"did jiang do something wrong?" he asks. straight to the point, no cutting corners -- that's just like him. "you seem so upset."

"she was standing in front of the fucking door waiting for you to wake up." you pinch your nose bridge. you don't think you can handle anymore stupidity today and the day has barely begun. "you tell me if she was doing something wrong."

kazuha frowns. "why would she do something like that?"

he seems genuinely confused, but you can't take it. you snap. "are you serious? you haven't noticed the way she's been looking at you?"

"what?"

"kazuha," you laugh bitterly, "there's no fucking way that someone as observant as you couldn't pick up on her obvious crush on you." when he raises his eyebrows, taken aback, you sigh harshly and sit on the bed. "so you're telling me you had no idea."

"is that why you've been acting so strange these days?" kazuha sits beside you and rests his hands over yours. your hands twitch to move away, but he holds them in his own, keeping you in place. "you've been wound so tight lately, but i couldn't put my finger on why. it was because of jiang this whole time?"

you blink at him. "so... you knew something was wrong but you thought it was just me? you weren't paying attention to her at all this entire time?"

kazuha shakes his head. "if it involves romance," he smooths his thumbs over the backs of your hands, "the only person i ever pay attention to is you."

you... don't know what to say.

kazuha keeps talking. "it sounds to me like you've been upset because jiang has been trying to pursue me despite our being together." the smug bastard has the gall to smirk at you. "were you jealous, dove? is that what this is about?"

you slip your hand out of kazuha's and slap his shoulder, embarrassment burning your cheeks. he's not wrong, not in the slightest, but there's no reason for him to say it out loud. "so what if it is?"

kazuha takes your face in his hands and presses a flurry of kisses on your face despite your complaints. "my little angel-" kiss "was so whiny-" kiss "all this time-" kiss "because they were jealous."

"would you shut up?" you give up your fight and just let him chuckle and keep kissing you. this is the kind of affection you really needed, but not at the cost of your pride. it feels so good to be doted on like this after being so high strung for so long. "and i was not whiny. i was angry. get it right."

kazuha kisses your nose. "yes, yes, whatever you say, dove." when he pulls back, he's all smiles, mirth dancing in his eyes. "why don't you tell me why you were so jealous?"

you frown. "don't make me say it."

"i'd like to hear it."

"kazuha, no." when kazuha gives you a faux wounded look, your heart tugs against your will. he even pouts a little, really trying to sell the act. you sigh, defeated. you put your hands over his and mutter your response into his palm.

kazuha leans in close. your face feels like it's on fire. "what was that, dove? i couldn't hear you. will you say it again for me?"

"i said," you raise your voice and quickly lower it, "because you're mine. and she didn't get it."

to make up for all the teasing, kazuha kisses you sweetly and you can't help but kiss back. he guides you through the kiss slowly, like you two have all the time in the world. kazuha breaks the kiss and pecks your lips once, then twice. "that's all i wanted to hear." he murmurs against your lips. "i'm all yours, dove. no one else's."

cheekily, you ask: "promise?"

kazuha kisses you as an answer. you're like putty in his hands; he speeds up the kiss this time, laughing under his breath when you sigh, frustrated. you tug at his bottom lip gently with your teeth and he inhales sharply; that always stops him in his tracks. you pull back to look at him and see a blush quickly crawling onto his face. "you're cute," you mumble.

the blush creeps onto his face faster. kazuha averts his eyes for a second -- he's flustered. "so you say."

rather than answer, you kiss him again, this time licking at the seam of his lips to deepen it. kazuha gives way immediately, sighing into the kiss. his hands drop to your shoulders and his fingers twitch each time your tongue meets his own. he makes a small noise when you cup his jaw with a hand and pull away. kazuha's eyes are hooded and his brows are drawn, likely with irritation at you having broken the kiss. he's so pretty like this, barely hiding the desperation that glitters in his eyes.

kazuha moves to kiss you again but you move down, kissing a path from his jaw down to his neck. kazuha inhales sharply and brings a hand to your head as you plant warm kisses against his skin. "it's a little--" he pauses to sigh. "a little early for this, isn't it, dove?"

you can barely hear him. there's only one thing on your mind besides the lingering irritation. you start to suck on a spot just beneath his jaw and feel his fingers curl in your hair. "'m not gonna do all that today," you mutter. "just hang in there. can you do that?"

kazuha hums shakily and swallows, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. you move along his neck and suck until purples and reds bloom against his skin. all that can be heard in the room is the sound of your kisses and kazuha's broken sighs. he hisses when you bite him particularly hard; he tugs at your hair when you laugh.

"must you bite so hard--?" kazuha's words are broken by a small sound when you suck at a particularly sensitive spot.

"i told you," you kiss your way to the other side of his neck to make fresh marks, "just hang in there."

it doesn't take much longer before kazuha has matching marks on both sides of his neck. after soothing your final one with a few kisses, you finally pull back to admire your handiwork. suddenly, you don't feel so irritated anymore. even better, kazuha's breathing is a little heavy and his cheeks are flushed pink. he won't even look you in the eyes.

you can't help it; you laugh. "are you alright, kazuha?"

kazuha glances at you. you must be looking at him some kind of way, because his cheeks darken and he averts his eyes again. his hand comes up to his neck, covering a few of the marks. "it stings." he mutters. he sounds a little upset, but you can see the satisfied glow in his eyes.

"good." you kiss his forehead one more time before getting off the bed and heading to the mirror to fix your hair. behind you, kazuha takes a second before grabbing his scarf and pulling it on. normally you'd be a little upset about that, but when he stands beside you in the mirror to get a better look at the marks you left, you grin while he squints at you. his scarf isn't hiding much from view.

"you're devious." kazuha says. "and what do you suppose i say to anybody who asks what happened?"

you think for a moment before you shrug. kazuha rolls his eyes at you. you head to the door and open it. your boyfriend tugs his scarf up higher and steps outside. "how does breakfast sound?" you ask him as you walk.

kazuha -- whose ears are red you notice -- sighs. "it sounds nice." he sounds resigned. not upset -- he just knows that he's been beat. it's not often that he's on the receiving end of this. he slips his hand into yours as you walk.

and when you walk past jiang, you relish in the way her face falls. she hides the furin behind her back and walks away, and you don't feel an ounce of regret.

✦ yeah... yeah this feels good. feels good as fuck. i feel strong. yeah.

#z scribbles #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #okay now i need kazuha. rn.#not even joking. i need him in my lap like rn.

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kaz11283 · 4 years ago

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Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years ago

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Ocean Eyes - Part 12

A/N - Finally an update!! i promise to not leave it as long for the next part.

Please like/comment/reblog, it gives me incentive to write quicker if i know people are actually enjoying my madness 💕

"You okay?" Chris asked suddenly making me jump, i thought he was asleep! He was currently wrapped around me acting as the big spoon.

"Jesus christ! You scared the crap outta me!" I chuckled quietly feeling stupid that he made me jump so bad.

"Sorry dahlin" he chuckled close to my ear "but are you okay?".

"Yeah just can't sleep, I've got so much going through my head i can't switch off"

"Its not because you're in here with me is it?"

"No of course not, this is actually just what i needed. I've missed laying in your arms...." I had caved and agreed to stay in Chris's room tonight, no funny business just sleeping. I felt Chris smile before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"I've missed this too. So what exactly is it keeping you awake beautiful? Talk to me..."

"Honestly? The whole thing with Brian.... how did he find me here??".

"I have no idea, but its very creepy!.... then again we shouldn't really be surprised, he had a habit of always knowing where you were. I got bad vibes off that guy the second i saw him".

We had called the police to report Brian but they couldn't do much about it as he technically hadn't done anything wrong, they said to call them again if we saw him around anymore.

"I don't understand why he's doing this! Its not like i led him on or anything, I've never shown that man any interest. I barely even talk to the guy!"

"He's clearly unstable"

"It scares me Chris...."

"Hey, i won't let him hurt you.... i already warned him to stay away...." Chris said through gritted teeth.

"What?...."

"It doesn't matter...."

I turned in his arms so i was now facing him "yes it does, what do you mean you warned him to stay away?"

"The day Scott and I came to get you and Mason to bring you here, you remember how he kept going on about where you were going and when you were coming back....then he asked you to dinner?"

"Oh yeah, you kinda snapped"

"Yeah.....I told him nicely to stay away from my family, that you were unavailable and uninterested.... that he should move on. I said if i found out he was harassing you still id make his life hell" he looked a little sheepish as he confessed to what had been said between the two of them.

"Well I'm guessing he didn't like to be told to stay away huh?"

"Apparently not. But lets not worry about him right now, you need to sleep"

"Ive been trying...."

"Come here" Chris said and rolled onto his back pulling me close until i was laying with my head on his chest, his hand stroking up and down my back. Back strokes were my weakness and he knew it! "You'll be asleep in no time" he mumbled pressing a kiss to the top of my head. And he was right, with the steady thumping of his heart and his fingers stroking my back i was a goner.

I woke up alone, the bed already cold meaning Chris had been gone for a while. I reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet, it was nearly 10am!! I quickly got up and headed to the bathroom to pee and check how bad i looked. Once i was done i headed downstairs to find Chris, Mason and Scott.

"Hey" Chris smiled at me as i entered the kitchen, he was sat at the dining room table in front of his laptop.

"Hey, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You looked too peaceful, besides you didn't get to sleep til late"

I nodded walking over to kiss him "thank you" i smiled running my hand over his bearded jaw "you're the best".

Chris pulled me down into his lap and deepened the kiss until i had to pull back enough to catch my breath and we both laughed.

"Where's Mason?"

"Walking Dodger with Scott, i gave him breakfast and helped him get dressed before they left"

"He wasn't any trouble was he?"

"Not at all. He's like the best behaved kid I've ever met"

"He has his moments don't be fooled" i chuckled thinking back to some tantrums id witnessed over the years.

"I don't believe you, that kid is an angel"

"You just wait and see Evans" i laughed before getting up and walking into the kitchen so i could get a coffee and some toast.

"So um, I've got to do an online interview tonight with Jimmy Fallon" Chris followed me into the kitchen.

"Okay" i nodded.

"I just thought id let you know i'll have to disappear for a while"

"Thats fine, Mason will probably be in bed by then and i'll just stay in the living room watching a movie with Scott"

"Now i feel left out" he pouted.

Later that day we all went outback and played some Wiffle Ball to pass the time, Chris and Scott getting competitive again.

"Mom I'm tired" Mason said wrapping his arms around my waist and cuddling up against me.

"You wanna go take a nap before dinner buddy?"

"Yeah"

"Come on then" i picked him up and he rested his head on my shoulder "guys Mason needs a nap, i think you've worn him out"

"I think i need a nap too!" Scott laughed.

"Well I'm gonna make a start on dinner, you have time for a nap if you wanna"

Walking back up to the house i started struggling with Mason, he was getting too big for me to carry around now! My baby was growing up too fast!

"You want me to take him?" Chris suddenly asked, i nodded and come to a stop before passing a sleeping Mason over to Chris.

"Thanks, he's getting heavy" i said sadly.

"No problem"

"I hate that he's getting too big for me to carry him when he's tired"

"I know but its okay, I'm here to help now"

"Who's gonna carry me? Im exhausted!" Scott added making us laugh quietly so we didn't wake Mason.

The evening flew by, we all had dinner then sat and watched Toy Story with Mason. When it came to bedtime Mason insisted that Chris read him a story and of course he couldn't say no. Once he was asleep Chris headed to his office to get ready for his interview while Scott and I headed to the living room to find a movie to watch.

"Sooooo....." Scott said dragging it out to sound scandalous as he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"What?"

"What?.... don't you what me Missy! I know you spent the night with Chris! So come on spill the tea sister!"

"You're ridiculous you know that?" I rolled my eyes at him and laughed at how comical he looked right now.

"Like i care" he shrugged "come on! Tell me what happened"

"Sorry to disappoint but nothing happened we just slept"

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, we're taking things slow"

"And who's decision was that?"

"We both said we don't wanna rush it"

"But you suggested it right?..... hey I'm not judging you for that" he quickly added when he saw me look away sadly.

"You're scared you're gonna get hurt again aren't you?"

"Wouldn't you be? I just wanna make sure we're gonna be okay, that its more than just sex. We were always good at that, the emotional stuff.... not so much"

We were halfway through the movie when Chris rushed in asking Scott to join him for a game that Jimmy Fallon wanted them to do.

"Really? I can't just leave Y/N on her own....."

"Go i'll be fine" i chuckled.

"Sorry dahlin, i hate leaving you on your own.... we wont be long though 15/20 minutes tops.

"Go do what you gotta do, I'm fine here watching this" i nodded to the TV.

While they were off doing the interview

I texted my mom and Hannah to check in, they were doing good all things considered. I quickly settled back in to watch the rest of the movie but was interrupted again by multiple message alerts on my phone. I looked to see it was Hannah blowing up my phone.

When i opened the thread i gasped, my heart was racing so fast.... i felt sick as my eyes landed on one thing in particular....... the headline!

"CHRIS EVANS HAS A SECRET FAMILY!"

Everything taglist: @jesseswartzwelder @dumblani @barnesandrogersworld @patzammit @rynabarnesrogers-reading @rainbowkisses31 @rororo06 @supernaturalwintersoldier @fairlightswiftly @hiddelstannerbarnes @bellamy-barnes @buchanansebba @rosalynshields

Ocean eyes: @supraveng @michelehansel @melissaglenn5 @denisemarieangelina

@mrsjeffwittek @mery-be @marvelfansworld @cmalass @capstopavenger @fallenoutofrose @kelbabyblue @biebsmylife95 @loser-alert @traceyaudette @w3lissax @jennmurawski13 @ford66steal @saiyanprincessswanie @christocrave @jakiki94 @torntaltos @my-dearest-agent @ms-betsy-fangirl

If your name is crossed out i couldnt tag you.

#chris evans #ocean eyes #chris evans x reader #reader insert

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fabulouspotatosister · 4 years ago

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please dial again later

summary: you call the doctor. the doctor gets your call a little too late.

word count: ill add this later 1,483

a/n: not a request fill, just a little idea i had that i needed to get down. school is coming up very very very very soon, and i'm a lil stressed out so i haven't really been writing, but hopefully i'll get those requests done soon! this fic is kinda dedicated to @bushlandwriting, whose tags on their reblogs have really been getting me through the back-to-school rush. thanks so much lovely!

(also i almost titled this "you used to call me on my cellphone", so enjoy)

gif credit: @minimoefoe

Ring, ring!

The gentle chimes of a phone ringing filled the interior of the TARDIS console room, the soft sound bouncing off the hexagonal walls. The Doctor looked up from her work - well, it wasn’t really important work, she was just tinkering, but if it kept her mind busy then it was work - and caught Yaz’s eye from across the room. She was staring at her phone, confusion written over her face, and the Doctor caught her question before she could even open her mouth.

“Wondering why you’re getting a call in the Time Vortex?” the Doctor asked, pulling her goggles off her face.

“How’d you…” Yaz trailed off. Her bewildered expression morphed into an amused smile. “Nevermind.”

The Doctor bounded over to Yaz’s side and leaned over her shoulder to look at the phone’s screen. Unknown number, it read, the slide to accept button flashing slowly. Yaz eyed her phone apprehensively. “Should I accept it?”

“Why not? No harm in trying,” the Doctor replied. “Well, there might be. But we’re in the Time Vortex. Should be fine.”

Yaz swiped the button. Glancing at the Doctor, she lifted the phone to her ear and spoke. “Hello?”

The Doctor watched Yaz’s eyebrows pinch in confusion, watched her mouth hanging open as the person on the other end spoke. Then, silently, she lowered the phone and held it towards the Doctor.

“They’re asking for you,” Yaz said.

“What?” The Doctor took the phone from Yaz’s hand and looked at the screen. It still read unknown number, but now the chances of it being someone unknown where much slimmer. The Doctor didn’t know why that scared her so much. “Are you sure they called for me and not another Doctor?”

“There aren’t more of you,” Yaz said. “Are there?”

Loads, the Doctor wanted to say. “In a way,” she said instead. “This call might not even be for me.”

“No harm in trying,” Yaz echoed. A quiet voice crackled from the phone’s speaker, and the Doctor gulped.

“Right,” she muttered. She turned around, slowly lifting the phone to her ear, and took a deep breath. “Hello? The Doctor speaking.”

“...hello?”

The Doctor froze.

To Yaz, she looked perfectly calm. Standing still with her feet planted to the floor. But to the Doctor, calm had an entirely different definition: calm meant that her racing mind had just stuttered to a stop and calm meant she didn’t know what to do next.

It was you on the other end of the line.

You spoke again, soft and croaky. “I’m sorry, who is this? Have I got the wrong number? Uh, I’ll just hang up -”

The Doctor could practically feel you - hearing your voice is enough to make her imagine you by her side, just like you were so long ago. Your smile, your laugh, bright against anything the universe threw at you.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, cry, throw Yaz’s phone against the wall, curse the TARDIS for the call.

She did none of those things. Deep breath, Doctor. “Wait,” she said, her voice strained. “It’s me, I’m the Doctor.”

You coughed. It sounded strange through the phone. She remembered this, the memory coming to the front of her brain clearly - one day, when she was a bowtie-wearing young man, she’d dropped you off at your home and you’d gotten sick. She remembered coming to your house and seeing you days later, miserable and wrapped up in blankets. She remembered you complaining that she hadn’t picked up your calls. She remembered tucking you into bed and waiting until you’d fallen asleep to climb into bed and lie next to you.

“No,” you chuckled. “No, you’re not the Doctor. He’s a guy.”

“I’ve had an upgrade,” the Doctor said. You laughed softly, your breaths puffing against the receiver. You were probably still lying in your bed, waiting. “Hello, sweetheart.”

“Oh.” You were silent for a moment. The Doctor heard the faint rustling of sheets as you shifted. “Well, hello there, future Doctor.”

The Doctor could feel a wave of emotion washing over her, and she closed her eyes. If Yaz looked hard enough, she would have seen the Doctor’s hands shaking ever so slightly. Regret washed over her first, so heavy she could have drowned in it.

“Are you still there?”

“Always,” the Doctor whispered.

“Okay, good,” you said, then hummed. “Is this a spoiler? Everything River’s told me so far is telling me that this is a spoiler. But I think it’s a good spoiler.”

“Why?”

“You sound really cute,” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep. “I really like your accent. Are you from the North now?”

“Suppose I am,” she replied. “You like it?”

You yawned, and the Doctor couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Are you what I have to look forward to?”

You would never even get to see her twelfth face. “Yes,” the Doctor said, her throat closing up. “I think you should get really excited.”

“Hang on, super important question,” you said suddenly. The sheets rustled again, like you had sat up quickly. “Are you finally ginger?”

The Doctor smiled again, though her hearts were twisting in her chest. This was a taste of what it would have been like if you had survived, if she hadn’t failed to protect you, and she wanted it. “No. But I am blonde.”

You sighed dramatically and fell back against your bed with a thump. “You know what they say about blondes, they have more fun. Speaking of fun, am I having fun? With you?”

The Doctor opened her eyes and turned around, glancing at Yaz. Yaz startled - there were tears running down her face, stray strands of blonde hair plastered to her skin. You’d struck the Doctor, deep in her hearts. It hurt, and all the Doctor could think was “why?” Why this? Why you? Why now, when you weren’t by her side anymore? What was this if not torture for her aching hearts?

“Spoilers,” the Doctor croaked.

You laughed. You laughed, and the Doctor nearly broke. The wounds of your departure weren’t fresh, but the sound of your laugh was enough to draw blood once again. She didn’t want to admit that she missed you, because it meant that you were truly gone.

But it was the truth. “I miss you.”

“Miss you too,” you sang. Your voice stuttered, words overlapping over one another - the call was breaking up - but she tried to hold on to the cheeriness in your voice. “Oh - someone’s at the door -”

“That’ll be me,” the Doctor said. And if it was her last chance to say it - “Goodbye.”

“No, not goodbye,” you said, and the Doctor imagined you smiling so brightly at her, “see you soon.”

The TARDIS broke the connection.

“Yeah,” the Doctor whispered. “See you soon.”

The doorbell rang again. Still giddy, you threw your phone onto your bed and stumbled down the stairs, your blanket wrapped tight around your body. What a call! You’d have to make sure it wasn’t a strange fever dream later.

You opened the door and grinned at your visitor - the Doctor, your floppy-haired bowtie-wearing Doctor stood in your doorway, a bright smile on his face. His smile dropped a little when he saw you, and he leaned forward to look at your face. “Are you alright?”

You probably looked like a mess. You hadn’t combed your hair since you laboriously climbed out of the shower, your face was flushed with a fever, and you were like a burrito inside your thick blanket, trying to keep away the chill. The answer, of course, was no, but you had more pressing questions.

“You weren’t answering my calls,” you said, pouting, and the Doctor paled. “Someone else picked up.”

“Who?” the Doctor asked, wide-eyed. “The TARDIS must have rerouted the call, did you get Sandshoes? Please don’t tell me you got Sandshoes -”

You laughed, cutting him off. “No, I didn’t get Sandshoes. Or Technicolor Dream Coat. I got a girl.”

The Doctor’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “I’m going to be a girl?”

“She’s blonde,” you said cheerily. The Doctor frowned, stepping inside and shutting the door carefully behind him.

“Blonde isn’t ginger,” the Doctor grumbled. A second later, his face broke into a big smile. “That’s brilliant, though. I’ve always wanted to be blonde! That was second to ginger.”

“She had a cute accent,” you continued. “I think you’re going to be really pretty.”

“Yeah?” The Doctor grinned. “I’m already pretty. Or so I’ve been told.”

“Quit fishing for compliments, pretty boy,” you chimed, sidling up to him and resting your head against his shoulder. The Doctor wrapped a careful arm around you, and you settled into his warm touch. “I’ve really missed you.”

(And hundreds of years away, the Doctor lived in the memory of you cradled in her arms, enjoying the time you still had together.)

#jess writes #doctor who #doctor who x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #thirteenth doctor fanfiction #eleventh doctor fanfiction #<- but like. near the end.

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evanstanwrites · 5 years ago

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Who the hell is this? 5

So this chapter is a bit different, first you got 2 sm pics, then a short drabble and then 1 more sm pic.

Much love to my sick co-writer: @pawfect-melody

Tags in reblog

Please don't forget to like coment or reblog

story mode:

I quickly jumped up from my seat and put on some shoes before running out the door. I had to run if I wanted to be there on time. Luckily when I arrived at the bus stop I didn't have to wait that long for the bus. Once seated for the ride I had time to think about James and how everything turned from fucked up to him being able to make me blush with just a few words. I didn't know much about him but I already felt a strong pull towards him, and then there was Alexi, why did he pretend to be my soulmate? why was he so interested in that knife? did he know James? or did he just like knives? but why pretend to be someone's soulmate just to get a knife? he freaked me out and I really hope he just hands over the knife without any problems so I could go back home as fast as possible, but then again with James the questions came up, what the hell does he need all those knives for? Andrews words kept running in my head, all his worries, who was James really? is he dangerous? would he ever hurt me? what kinda job did he do?

I got off the bus and slowly walked to the entrance of the coffee shop. I looked through the window and could already see Alexi sitting at the same table as last time and for some reason he was smiling brightly at nobody in particular. Once I pushed open the door he looked up immediately in my direction and his smile grows even wider.

“hey sweetheart, I already ordered you a drink, it’s the same one as last time.” he says as he sees me walking up to the counter.

well that was sweet of him, he must have paid attention to me that day i don’t even know what he had to drink that day. so I smiled back at him and walked up to him.

“thank you Alexi that’s really sweet of you.”

“well all for you honey” he said as he held out the chair for me as I went to sit down.

“I don't really have much time ” I lied “ so do you have it with you.”

“yes i have.” he says as he slides a black plastic bag over the table to me.

“I'm sorry I pretended to be your soulmate but I really like you, I liked our last date. why can’t we just forget the whole soulmate thing and move on together?” he smiles at me as he takes a hold of my hand that’s holding the bag with the knife in.

“please don’t get me wrong, I think you’re a nice guy but I can't ignore the fact that I do have a soulmate that I want to get to know. but maybe we could be friends if you want”

that was not quite the response he wanted to hear, suddenly everything became quiet and I noticed that the coffee shop had cleared out.

“you really want someone like him as your soulmate? a killer? you don’t know him or who he really is. you gonna throw me away for him?” he spat at me making me speechless at the scene in front of me. Who the hell is this freak, I suddenly started to feel strange and light headed.

“well I’m not gonna let that happen sweetheart. did you really think for one second I would really give that knife back” he growled as he pulled the black bag from out of my hands. I couldn't do anything, all strength had left my body, I couldn’t fight back and all I could think about when I faded into the dark was “would I ever have the chance to meet James in person?”

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mrsrhys23 · 5 years ago

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I want to play a game...

Chapter one: I will survive

Word count: 3,533

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH , drowning, profanities and mention of blood.

A/N 1: I completely forgot I was writing this until the Sneak peak was reblogged a couple weeks ago.

A/N 2: I don’t own these characters/ the saw universe. Sorry ‘read more’ isn’t working.

Summary: They have to get through a series of agonising traps to earn their survival, but who will live and who will die?

Permatag: @desireepow-1986 @cordoniaqueensworld

Series tags: @cordonianroyalty @texaskitten30 @imthequeenofcordonia (Just let me know if you’d like to be tagged/ removed).

The floor was cold and coarse, being one of the first things Riley noticed as she started to regain consciousness. She could hear screaming, a woman by the sounds of it and voices, who they belonged to not being clear at that moment in time. She opened her eyes; the room was dark with only some light peeking in through a tiny window, Her vision was still slightly disfigured, as she sat herself up, a massive headache hitting her.

“W-where? Where are we?” Riley muttered, as her vision turned back clear and she could see her friends, who all looked as equally distressed as she probably did. She pushed herself up to her feet, a wave of dizziness hitting her making her rely on the wall to keep herself from falling. Everything felt fuzzy, she couldn’t remember how she ended up there, how any of them did.

Madeline sat in the corner of the cold damp room with her knees to her chest, crying by the sounds of it and being thankfully quiet.

Olivia was busy pounding on the window but getting nowhere, the glass staying intact, the noise making Riley cringe from just how much worse it made her headache.

Drake was busy trying to calm down his girlfriend, Emily, who was hyperventilating. Maxwell paced, Hana stood crying and wringing her hands together.

“Guys?” Riley asked, but none of them seemed to hear her. “Guys?!” That caught all their attention and each of them turned to her. “Where are we?”

“How are we supposed to know?” Olivia snapped.

“We don’t know,” Drake said, “We all just woke up here and none of us can remember how we got here.”

“W-where’s Liam?”

“He’s not here,” Maxwell chimed in.

Suddenly all the lights came on, making all of them squint from the sudden brightness. Riley noticed a tape recorder hung from a piece of string and nail on the far wall when her eyes had adjusted. She staggered over to it, took it down and peeled off the note that said, ‘play me.’ She turned back to look at the group, her finger hovering over the button. Riley swallowed hard and pressed it.

All they heard immediately was static and then that voice, the voice they would never forget. “Greetings and welcome! I want to play a game…”

“What the hell?” Drake muttered.

“You’re probably all wondering why you’re here,” the deep, male voice Riley concluded, continued. All of them felt a wave of fear rush over each of them. They all exchanged a look of sheer panic. Yes, they'd taken down Anton Servus but...this felt different, more dangerous, evil even. “All of you have never worked for anything in your lives, it’s all been handed to you on a silver platter. Some of you have used others to climb further up the social ladder. Trampled over others to feel better about yourselves.”

“Maxwell, if this is you-” Drake started.

Maxwell turned to Drake, glaring up at him. “How the fuck would this be me?!” He snapped, losing his temper, which was something he very rarely did.

“You do have a weird sense of humour, Maxwell,” Drake snarled.

“Will you both just be quiet!” Olivia screamed, silencing both men as a result.

“People have died because of the actions you so called humanitarians have taken-”

“Who? What are you talking about?” Riley cut off, but her questions went unheard.

“…You all have your separate reasons as to why you're here and all know them. I wonder how long it will take for you all to confess to the crimes you’ve committed,” the man continued.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Madeline screamed, standing from the floor, mascara pouring down her cheeks. Olivia sent her a look that was enough to tell the Countess to shut her mouth before Olivia shut it for her.

“You all may have noticed the four tubes hanging from the ceiling.” Upon that revelation, the group looked up to see them dangling from the equally rough looking ceiling above them. It was then a drop of water fell and dripped onto Hana’s face. Hana looked around the room, the sense of panic growing as she caught sight of several vents on each corner of the room. Soon everyone else caught sight of them too.

“Now, this room is soon going to be filled with water. As you’ve all hopefully figured out by now there are only four tubes and there are seven of you. It’s said that healthy individuals, much like yourselves, can hold their breath for two minutes. We'll be putting that to the test though. After two minutes are up water will spill from one of the tubes, cutting off another air supply, and so forth. You’ll be in here for ten minutes, by then some of you will most likely have drowned and all air supplies will have been severed. The rules are simple: the only thing you need is the will to survive.” With that the tape grew to an end. Riley let out a scream of frustration and launched the thing at the wall, breaking it into pieces upon impact.

Surely this was all a sick joke, right?

Some panic seemed to drain from their bodies when nothing immediately started to happen. They all just stood passing each other cautious glances.

“Maybe this is all just a joke. A prank,” Emily suggested. Getting a death glare from Olivia, who seemed to be giving them to everyone by this point.

“M-maybe Em is right,” Maxwell chimed in rather hesitantly. He couldn't deny that sense of dread he was feeling right in the pit of his stomach that really made him reconsider his words. “Right?”

Maxwell was prompted to look down when something cold began to pool at his feet. He looked down, seeing the ice cold water pouring from the vents. Everyone’s eyes grew wide.

“Fuck!” Drake bellowed, pulling off his jacket.

“Now is not the time to take your clothes off, Walker!” Olivia reprimanded. The water was now just below knee height. It was filling up quickly and that was making them all rightfully start to panic.

“Try and block the vents,” Drake said, running over to the one nearest to him, trying to stuff his jacket inside which temporarily cut off the water supply.

“It’s working,” Maxwell said, shocked.

“Well it’s not going to stop it for long if you lot don't block the others,” Drake yelled, trying to keep his hold against the vent with the strong water pressure pushing against him. It was like he was playing a game of tug or war but he wasn’t so sure he was going to win.

The rest of the group all removed their jackets, thankful it was winter so all of them actually were wearing one, then followed Drake’s instruction, pressing the ball uped clothing against the vents. The water stopped, sitting just under their shoulders as they stayed knelt down. They all breathed a sigh of relief, that was until the pressure seemed to grow all the stronger and wrenched their hands off their targets and the water seeped in once again.

“Shit,” Riley mumbled, trying to push against it again but failing miserably, even Drake could not push against it and he was probably the strongest in the room.

They all got to their feet. Madeleine started to shiver with the cold water seeping through her clothes.

Emily had started to hyperventilate again, which in a room with a limited oxygen supply was not helping.

“Will you stop that?” Olivia growled at her, which caused the girl to cower away from the Duchess and her breathing to grow more shallow and laboured.

“I-I can’t breathe-” Emily stuttered out between gasps. Her hand landed on her chest, grabbing at her shirt.

“Em, now is not the time,” Drake warned. He would normally be sympathetic, try and help her but they were all a bit pressed for time. He rested a hand on her shoulder trying to provide her with at least some comfort.

Olivia headed over to the door. No handle. No lock. She wasn't sure it was a door to begin with but that looked like the only way out. She banged and clawed at the metal plank standing between her and freedom. After growing too frustrated she booted the thing, she was sure she’d at least broken a toe but she was too angry, too scared, to notice. She placed the victimised foot down, the cool water at least doing something other than trying to drown her.

Madeline looked around the room, trying to see if there was another way out but of course there wasn't. They were completely trapped. Of course there was that small window but they had all kind of figured out it was most likely bulletproof- it wasn't going anywhere. They weren't getting out unless they completed the game.

Drake had stepped away from his girlfriend and left Hana to provide her with some comfort. He felt like a complete dickhead for doing that but...they were going to die if they didn't figure this out.

Riley and Maxwell had tried to block the vents off again but it wasn't going to work and soon abandoned the idea. It was futile

The water was resting by the girls shoulders now. They were all average height but how they longed to be a giraffe like the men in the room. They were soon going to need to use the tubes...but Riley was hesitant. Maybe whoever that guy was had lied, maybe there was no air waiting to be sucked into their lungs through those, piss like yellow, tubes and she wasn’t the only one thinking that.

Somehow Emily had started to calm down. How she’d managed that nobody could comprehend because they were nearly as panicky as she had been. Panicking wasn't going to help though, they all needed to stay level headed if they were all going to survive this.

“Would now be a good time to tell everyone that I'm scared of water?” Maxwell asked, as the water seemed to be pouring in faster now. Drake shot him a glare.

“I think we all will be after this!” Riley yelled, as she tried to keep her head above the water like everyone else was struggling to do.

Soon the water was about to reach the ceiling so they all took one big breath as the cool water engulfed them completely. They all exchanged a look , having a sort of conversation about who should take a breath first.

Drake, Olivia and Riley let the others go first. They were all good at holding their breath so it made sense.

They watched anxiously as the others grabbed the the tubes, locking it in between their teeth as they held it with one hand and closed their mouths around the end to create a seal. If this didn't work then water would flood straight into their lungs and that’d be it. Game over.

Maxwell went first breathing through it getting a mouth full of water then turned his head away emptying his mouth then got back to it again. Finally, all the water seemed to clear from the tube and air flowed into his lungs. He gave the others a thumbs up who all followed suit, finally getting the same relief that Maxwell had been granted.

Drake was busy timing how long they had left until water would gush in from one tube. One minute had already passed. Another sixty seconds and one of those tubes were going to be cut off.

He could feel the pressure in his head, he wanted to open his mouth, to just take a breath which was something that was taken for granted, it was like that saying ‘you only miss something when it's gone.�� No truer words had ever been spoken.

He signalled for everyone to let go of their tubes when it hit the two minute mark. They all waited for a few seconds until water gushed from the tube Madeline had been using.

Maxwell, Emily, Hana and Madeline moved away from the tubes so Olivia, Drake and Riley could get at them. They each took in a breath.

It was one of the best things they had ever felt.

Once again, Drake timed it. He grabbed Olivia’s arm when time was out and they all pulled away, water soon gushed from the tube Riley had been occupying. This was where it was going to get difficult.

Two tubes. Seven people.

It's a human instinct to do whatever you need to survive and none of them wanted to die and that’s what Olivia had clocked that guy was counting on.

Madeline, Olivia, Hana and Emily took one tube and the others took the other, taking turns to take a breath. Drake’s eyes stayed fixed onto his watch, counting down. He knew that it was all going to get worse when that tube was cut off.

Once again he signalled time was up and everyone let go, watching as water flowed in. They all looked directly to the one tube that was left standing.

Madeline was the first to try and get to it. Unlucky for the countess Emily reached it first, taking in a deep breath. She was yanked away from it when Madeline pulled at her hair and then took hold of it herself. Frankly, no one was surprised that Maddy was the first to try something.

Emily turned around and grabbed Madeline's hair yanking her away. While they were occupied, Hana snuck in getting a hold of it and taking a long awaited breath. Drake got in between Emily and Madeline as they pounced at each other again. Fighting wasn't going to fix this. He held his hand out, it hovering over both of the women's chests to keep them away from one another.

What they were doing was completely human, stupid, but human nonetheless. They were panicking, they were staring death right in the face and they were trying to cheat it, find a way out and that was incredibly normal but they were all friends...well mostly, excluding the demon of course.

Maxwell wanted...no needed to breathe. He felt the pressure in his head making him so desperately want to open his mouth and take a breath.

Hana was looking around, seeing that all of the others were occupied with Emily and Olivia but what she didn't see was Maxwell flying towards her until it was too late. He slammed into her, sending her knocking into the wall and away from the tube. Maxwell latched his mouth over the end of the tube taking in a long awaited breath, as Hana recovered from the blow.

She touched her temple where it had slammed into the wall. She pulled her hand away, it covered in red as the blood dripping from the wound started to colour the water around her.

By this time Drake had noticed what had occurred after the women had started to calm down. He looked down to his watch seeing time was so nearly up he pushed Max out of the way as once again water flooded in through the final tube.

They all looked at each other, if that guy was telling the truth they just had two minutes left. Two minutes left of their lungs screaming for air. Two minutes of being surrounded by ice cold water that frankly they all started to adjust to by now. But Only 120 seconds left of this torture and they’d be out. They all just needed to remain calm, which of course was easier said than done and they’d be fine.

They looked at each other, each thinking of something else other than where they were, what was staring them right in the face.

Panic rose as the light started to flicker and soon plunged them all into darkness. Of course, the lights would go out, it happened in every horror movie ever. It was designed to instil fear and that’s exactly what it was doing.

Riley could see specks spotting her vision, it wasn't completely dark, she could see the outlines of her friends from the light coming from the small window, the light looked artificial, it didn't look like it was sunlight. It could have been her imagination, the oxygen deprivation but she could swear she just saw somebody peeking in. She blinked and then they were gone if they were ever there to begin with and the light with it. It felt like her head was exploding but the instinct not to let any water in was so strong that she didn't open her mouth.

Fear was a good thing right now, yes, it could make them act irrationally, like it already had but fear meant they wanted to survive. They wanted to get out and that’s all they needed. The will to survive.

She was dreading getting out in a way because maybe not everyone had survived this. She had fear of drowning, ever since she fell off her surfboard when she was a kid and got dragged under. It was a fear of not being in control.

Riley closed her eyes, surely this was nearly over. Right?

Without warning the door opened, the water gushed out and took the group with them, making them slam into either each other or the wall. They all scurried away from one another getting on to their knees coughing and taking in long, strangled breaths between coughs.

Hana dabbed at the side of her head, the blood had completely stopped. She got onto her knee still coughing as the air that she was never going to take for granted again reached her lungs. Soon even got to their knees, some standing up as they looked to one another. They had done it. They had survived.

Hana suddenly let out a ear piercing scream. They all followed her gaze and saw Maxwell laying unmoving by the door to the room they had just been in. Half of his body still inside the room and half out of it.

“M-Max?” Riley asked, stepping towards him cautiously.

He didn't move, didn't respond. Drake knelt down beside him placing two fingers against his friend's neck. He felt nothing.

“Great the idiot is dead. We might just get out of here after all,” Madeline said. Riley turned to her, her eyes filling with tears as she glared at her.

“What did you just say?” She asked, stepping toward the Countess.

“I said-” Before she could continue Riley lunged at her, grabbing at her hair and making her head bash against the wall. Madeline yelled, clawing at Riley's wrist. Drake stood, grabbed Riley round the waist and yanked her away as she grabbed at his arms and tried to worm her way out of his grip.

“Stop it! Both of you!” Drake commanded. He let go of her when she stopped fighting against him.

Riley ran her hands down her tired face, wiping away the tears that had started to spill. She watched as Olivia stepped up to Madeline and soon her fist connected with her jaw. Maxwell and Liv weren't friends really but at least she had some fucking respect.

“Liv!” Drake scolded.

“She fucking deserved it, Walker!” Olivia yelled back as she started to pace as Madeline dabbed at her now bloody nose.

“W-what do we do now?” Emily asked, timidly.

“I think I’ve got an idea,” Hana said, nobody missed the way her voice cracked as she tried to keep her emotions in check. She nodded to a door on the other side of the room up a small metal staircase that had ‘this way’ written in red. It didn't look like blood, that was something at least.

“The psychopath signposted the place. Useful,” Olivia mumbled under her breath.

Drake turned around to see Riley now knelt down clutching onto Maxwell's body, her fingers running through his damp hair.

“Ri?” She didn't answer, “Brooks come on.”

“We can't leave him here,” She said, her voice quiet and defeated. She knew now wasn't the time to be difficult but…Maxwell is-was her one of her best friends, he was the entire reason that Riley is where she is now. She wanted to cry...but as heartless as it sounded Maxwell wasn’t the priority right now.

“We have too,” Olivia said calmly. “We- when we get out we’ll have someone come and get him but you need to come now.”

“What if it's just another trap?” Riley asked, voicing everyone else's concerns.

“It probably is,” Olivia said honestly, earning herself a glare from Drake. “What? We’re all thinking it. I really doubt being locked in a stupid room for ten minutes is the end of this, do you?”

“She’s got a point,” Emily voiced.

“We don't know this for sure. Let's not panic,” Hana recommended.

Riley took one last look at Maxwell, biting at her bottom lip to stop it quivering and stood, wiping at her eyes and turned to the rest of the group.

“There’s only one way to find out.”

#i want to play a game #trr fanfic #the royal romance #trr #tw drowning #tw character death #tw kidnapping #long post

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stateofgrace1303 · 5 years ago

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My chronic illness, how it started.

*Can you guys please reblog and/or tag Taylor?? I really want her to read

this. I want this to get to her and I'll take any help I can get. I rarely ask this but it'd mean to world to me. I wanna get my story

out there (even if this is only a part of the entire story. The rest I

might post sometime if you guys want me too. I think I did include

everything I wanted to for now though). Just thank you all so much!!! I

love you all ❤*

(Im really sorry about how long this is. Its like a little novel. Plus I'm

OCD and tend to talk/rant until it feels just right... I just wanted to

share it with all of you, since its something I would've shared on TSL,

even though it'd probably be too long for there... But I wanted to share it

here because most of those swifties can be found on tumblr, and I want you

all to hear this... Maybe it'll even get to Taylor too. But please read if

you can. It'd mean a lot to me. Also I tried writing this but then it got

deleted when I tried posting it, so hopefully this one posts (I ended up trying to post this ALL DAY. I'm so glad it's finally up).)

Hey Swifties! So, I thought I would post this because its something I'd

post on TSL if it was still around, as I shared pretty much my whole life

on there, and I always found swifties very easy to talk to (plus you're all

just the nicest people)! So, I wanted to share this on here since most

swifties can be found on tumblr. I'm sure i talked a little bit about this

on tsl (my user was stateofgrace1303, same as on here and ig) but I wanted

to tell you guys more, especially because its getting so much more intense

now and like I said I've always found swifties very easy to talk to you.

Basically, when I was 12, my dad took me to see the RED tour at Gillette

Stadium. We had gone to see the Speak Now tour there and I had been

completely wonderstruck (no pun intended) by Taylor that night. I was 10 at

the speak now tour and had idolized Taylor since I was 6 and she put out

TOMG (and I was known as the Taylor Swift girl by now at my school). So

even though I was 10 I asked my dad, if I save up the money will you take

me to see her when she comes again? And he said yes. About 2 weeks before

the show, I had saved up enough. He didn't think i could do it, but I did.

So, I got tickets and we went to the tour. But when I was walking towards

the stadium (we had parked in a lot right down the street), my vision

became weird, almost like tunnel vision although nothing was turning black

around the edges of my vision. My feet looked very far away from me.

Suddenly, a rush of dizziness came over me and instinctively i grabbed onto

my dads arm to keep from falling down. He asked if I was okay and I could

barely get out words for some reason. I was starting to sweat and we

thought maybe i was dehydrated, so we got into the stadium as quickly as

possible. I was gripping onto everything around me to keep from falling,

but eventually we got into the stadium and I got some water. We had seats

on the field, so that's where I was, drinking some water when suddenly I

was pretty sure I was going to throw up. It was starting to get super

uncomfortable so my dad brought my to the first aid, which was actually

right at the enterance on the field. So when we went in there my dad told

them what was going on and they all looked at me weird and said "people

never get sick. We usually treat bee stings and allergic reactions. We

almost never have people get sick" which actually surprised me. But, they

took me back and laid me down. Almost immediately I started puking. The

nurse I had actually had just had a baby and had some anti nausea

medication on her. So, she gave me that but it didn't work. And I just got

worse. My dad went to find me something to eat so I'd have something in my

stomach. He came back with some chips and iced/frozen lemonade but I threw

up every time. I was so dizzy at this point I was gripping onto the bed

they had me on and puking my guts out, as well as sweating a lot. After a

while, as it only got worse, they actually thought I might have had food

posioning and asked what I ate. But there they noticed something. I was

completely white. Like white as a ghost. Except for my lips, which were

turning blue. And I was struggling to breathe. They wanted to take me to

Boston Childrens and my dad asked if I wanted to, but it was Taylor. I

couldn't miss it. So I said no for that reason. But actually, everyone at

the stadium was trying to get me tickets for the show the next night as she

was playing two nights. Security guards, the nurses, my dads girlfriend...

But nobody could get tickets in the end which was okay. But later my dad

went and for a list of everybody's set times. I had been in first aid for

about an hour at this point. He came back with the list and said "I promise

I will not let you miss them" he said and pointed to Ed Sheerans name, then

Taylor, since I was a huge Ed fan as well. He knew I probably wouldn't be

able to stay, but even seeing them for a minute would've been perfect to

me. Another hour had passed, and I was still there in the same condition.

It was terrifying, and they were really pushing me to go to the hospital

(they wanted to call an ambulance because they actually thought something

very bad might happen if they didn't). But I keep pushing that off because

I wanted to see Taylor and Ed so badly. But, 2 hours I had been there in

the same condition, puking up everything, completely white with blue lips,

struggling to breathe, so dizzy I couldn't even sit up. It was starting to

get painful honestly. So, I suddenly just burst out crying. I was just a 12

year old who wanted to see my idol, and I got this... This weird sickness,

and got stuck in first aid. In so much pain. I didn't even really

understand what was happening. I had always been a sick kid. Always getting

colds and infections. In fact, I almost died as a baby from a problem with

my kidneys, and had become septic. Its a miracle I lived. But I had never

experienced anything like this... And to experience it when I was just

trying to see my idol? When it was only my second concert ever? It crushed

me tbh. My dad asked what was wrong and I finally said the words I had been

avoiding all night... "I wanna go home" (which was actually his

girlfriend's house who lived in Boston... I'm from Maine). And he said

"okay". That was all he needed and he left, walking back towards where we

left the car. However, around 7:30ish the traffic in this area is really

weird I cant even explain it. But traffic can only go one way, instead of

both ways like normal.. So he couldn't get a ride back to the car and had

to walk, and then drive the car in traffic all the way to the stadium to

pick me up. So i had to wait a while, and while I did I heard clapping and

then a British voice say "hello Boston" and he started playing give me

love. I listened to him play and i only cried more because I was so

frustrated I couldn't go out there to see him. About half way through the

set, my dad showed up. They let him park in a no parking zone to come and

get me so he was right next to the enterance to the field. They were going

to put me in a wheelchair, but instead my dad came and helped me up. He was

holding me up straight and almost dragged me out of the first aid station,

into the stadium. I remember this part so well. The air hit me, I heard

Ed's voice clearly and saw him on stage, and suddenly, I let go of my dad,

and I was able to stand on my own... And I was fine. It was like a miracle.

I yelled to my dad over the music "is it too late to stay?" And he screamed

back "what??? After all that you wanna stay???" And I said yes, so, we

stayed. He went to go move the car (the girl was so nice who did the

parking, he told her the story, and he just needs to park the car and het

back in the stadium, how much would it cost. And the girl said park

wherever you want no charge. I thought that was seriously the sweetest

thing.) Sooo he did that, and since I was only 12 in a huge stadium, one of

the cops that was patroling the place stayed with me and asked me all kinds

of questions about Ed Sheeran, especially about the A-Team, when he played

it. He said "this isn't his song right?? Is this a cover?? I know this

song." And I told him it wad and told him all about it. It was the ideal

conversation for 12 year old me 😂 Anyway, my dad came back, we got to our

seats, and I actually met Andrea for a very brief moment! And before I knew

it, Taylor was playing. And I had made it through the entire show. I woke

up the next morning, still feeling a little sick but actually felt better

after eating, so I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong... I didn't

know that one night would become my life... And god I wish I had gone to

the hospital... Maybe I would be okay now if I had... But anyway... A month

later (in August), it happened at my friends end of summer party. Then a

month later (in September), while I was at school... Each time worse than

the time before. Everyone had been informed I was having issues, but nobody

had seen anything happen yet. I seemed like myself. Then one day, I was on

my way to lunch with my friends, and I collapsed in the hallway... Same

thing happening. All my friends freaked out and 2 stayed with me while the

rest went to get the nurse. She actually thought I was dying, and honestly

I could've. She called my mom and said she wasn't sure if she should call

my mom or an ambulance. Then my mom came and got me and immedaitly took me

to my doctor (because she said next time it happens to come in so they

could monitor me). I was monitored and fell asleep, then 4 hours later i

woke up like nothing happened. After that i was pulled out of school and

constantly at the doctor. And I just got sicker and sicker... Which was

later diagnosed as... "Anxiety". By an unqualified doctor. He was a thyroid

doctor and diagnosed me with that?? As time went on, I got incredibly sick

to the point I can't even move. I have become completely disabled and lose

control of my body a lot. It's like my brain is disconnected from my body.

And I get this weird feeling im falling off a cliff and I cant feel my arms

and when that happens, I cant move at all. I cant even express how bad it

can get, how scary and painful it is. I'm a lot sicker than most people

think I am... I spend most days in bed, actually unable to move. I find

ways to keep my spirits up, luckily. Mostly its listening to Taylor and

watching friends but yeah 😂 I have days where I can't even sit up I'm so

dizzy and weak and it hurts so much. Its also terrifying when you don't

have full control over your own body. Absoultely terrifying. Although I

have okay days where I can stand up and function for a little bit, most

days lately have been like this... Bad and living from my bed due to

weakness and dizziness (extreme dizziness honestly). I have days where its

even a struggle to breathe, the most simple thing in the world. It gets

depressing at times... When you spend all ur time in bed or a wheelchair it

really can vet discouraging... But I'm still fighting. And I'm so happy I

am. And like I said, Taylor always lifts me up. Even on my worst, most

disabled and bed ridden days. Oh, that reminds me... I also have seizures

now, sadly. But I hadn't had what happened that night at the RED tour in a

while though... Until one night last year... While I was seeing Ed Sheeran

in Gillette Stadium 😂 Maybe its him?? I dont know 😂 Anyway, I spend most

days in bed, and I do online schooling now. I've seen Taylor twice since

then. For 1989 and for reputation. With 1989 I needed a lot of help but I

got through it. Reputation, it had gotten so bad I needed a wheelchair and

I still do whenever I go out, really. I dont have full control over my body

and I'm too weak and just very sick. I'm really hoping to go to lover fest

but if i do will need a wheelchair and even then I'll probably still feel

sick... But Taylors worth it ❤ Hopefully can get ada seating like with rep.

Wanted to keep this last part short but I think I failed 😂 Mainly wanted

to focus on the red tour. My health story is so incredibly long, I couldn't

say it all (maybe I will later). However, for now, I will tell you this, I

was diagnosed with a thyroid disease, migraines, and seizures. Then it was

discovered that all of this... Was advanced Lyme Disease... And it created

something called Dysautonomia (basically a disfunction of the autonomic

nervous system, which most people don't even realize they have, or how

important it is, until it makes you sick and either nearly kills or

cripples you... Depending on the kind though.) Also known as POTS, or

Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (there are actually 15 kids of

dysautonomia, that being one of them, I might possibly have more than one

kinda, were not sure yet. But its basically half cardiology half

neurology). And there's no cure... I could be this way, this disabled and

sick for a while... But there are treatments that might work luckily!!!

Since there are no Dysautonomia clinics in Maine, I either have to go to

New York, Baltimore, Cleveland, or Minneapolis. So looks like im taking a

trip! Sadly to a hospital, but still 😊 I honestly don't know how we'll pay

for it, but I need it, or I will spend my life like this. So I'm sure we'll

find a way... Like I always seem to do in life, no matter what 😊❤ Oh, and

funny thing is, I have something called PANS as well... So I have Pots and

Pans 😂😂😂 Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you guys because like

I said you guys are always so great and Taylor is my favorite artist so I

wanted to share it with the people who understand my love for her. I've

been a huge fan of her for 13 years (I'm 18, 19 next month, now). Theres

something about her... She's always helped me but especially now. She makes

me so happy and feel so safe during this time... Im fact, the only time i

smile like i did when I was younger,before all of this, is when I listen to

Taylor. I even have a Long Live tattoo on my wrist because I felt it

represented my love for her the most, and what we've made as a fandom, the

magic we've created. Plus, it reminds me that I'm fighting my battle (this

"dragon") with Taylor and her music on my side, as well as all of you. And

it makes me smile. I can't wait to get more Taylor tattoos... Honestly,

after all of this and the other health issues I faced as a baby and a

child, I can't believe I'm still here, that I'm still living... Especially

because since I've always been so sick with so many different illnesses and

health issues to the point I'm disabled, my immune system is so weak. I

truly cannot believe I'm still here. But... I guess my body just isn't

ready to give up. It hasn't yet at least!!! And it doesn't want to. It

won't. I'm strong. Me, and my body, want to fight until the very end. And

I'm grateful for that. So grateful that I am still alive, and still

fighting every day of my life. It might be hard, and I can't function or do

really anything but lay in bed and watch tv most days, but I'm just so

thankful that I'm still alive, that it's okay I have to be at the doctors

so much and have to take all these meds (I do anything at this point that

can help me even the slighest). And no matter what life throws at my

health, my body always fights it and gets right back up. I fall down 10

times, I stand up 11. And I could not have the courage and strength to do

this if it wasn't for my idol, Taylor Swift. I've been a fan of Taylor for

13 years (I'm 18 now, 19 next month) so her and her music have helped me

through every problem I have ever faced, and this is no different. She has

a song for everything, so I can always find something to listen to that

makes me feel like she understands and she's telling me it'll be okay...

And ever since LOVER came out, I've been listening to soon you'll get

better on days its really bad, and my girlfriend sends me that song on bad

days too... It makes me feel safe. And like I can fight this. Thank you,

Taylor. I will never be able to repay you. I may struggle with this every

single day im here on earth, but with your music and the support I feel

from the swiftie fam, I know I'll get through it. Anyway... I guess I

should end this here. Again, sorry this is so long but if you read this

thank you so much for taking the time to!! If you made it to this point,

I'm proud 😂❤ And it means the world to me, you have no idea. Im hoping

this will get to Taylor and maybe even Ed one day. I love you all so much

and once again, thank you for reading!! ❤❤❤

@taylorswift @taylornation 🌈❤ @taylornotices 💜

(Pic is from when I was in First Aid at Ed Sheeran. It was so bad there

they had to give me an IV. I was in the first aid station, wrapped up in my

nightmare before Christmas blanket, on a stretcher with an IV in my hand

pretty much the entire night. It was so painful. When I arrived to first

aid I was actually unresponsive. Like I knew what was happening but I

couldn't talk or open my eyes. All I could do was make very small

movements. It felt like my body was shutting down. I was having bad heart issues as well and they wanted to give me a medicine fot my nausea but since I had lyme disease it could make my heart issues worse so they had to give me an EKG... Right there at the concert 😂 Interesting... But, I got through it.

Like always 😊 So yeah thats where the

picture is from ❤)

#taylurking #taylorswift #taylorstans #taylornation #red #redtour #edsheeran #lymedisease #dysautonomia #taylorlurking #i love you taylor #tay #usertaylornotices #tswift

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fivesoskingdom · 6 years ago

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"She called the cops?!" gang!Ashton (Golden Star Fanfic)

A/N: Hey, yo guys! :) So, third part is heeeeere. You guys really did hit the likes last chapter and here's your reward. I don't know yet how I'm going to do this, but I'm trying to be away from the usual "he's a bad boy, but he's so sweet to me", like, hell no, he's a fucking criminal. I don't want to do this too heavy, but I don't want to be another soft story either. Let's see how it goes.

Remember: The next chapter only comes if this one gets, at least, 30 notes.

Summary: Ashton vanished from your life, apparently, but you know he always keep an eye on you. Well, not him, but always a partner and that day, Calum. But he's not the only company for the night.

You can find the previous parts here.

Hope you guys like it, don't forget to reblog, so I can know that there's someone out there liking my stuff. 💋

Another three months have passed without you hearing about Ashton or the Golden Star. You kept seeing his partners everywhere you got, but after too many useless fights with the blonde man you just gave up, knowing that talk to him was like talk to a door. Even though they were there to protect you, you couldn't not fear them, they were a gang, after all. Some days you wondered what would have happen if you haven't stopped to help Ashton, what the gang would do, what your life would be. Not that it had change this much, apart of always having an (probably) drug dealer on your feet, your life kept the same. Work, home, some bars with friends... Nothing too much. Most of times you forgot about the guys following you, specially if they were older, they usually did anything to keep hidden, this job too boring for them, the youngers were the problem, you lost count how many times your friends got worried and you had to text Ashton so he could say to the guy back off.

"Hey, Hood." you said when you got home. His motorcycle parked at your front yard was odd, he was hidden most of the time.

"Everything's good?" he asked passing his hands through his hair.

"Yeah, why?" you were trying to open your door, but with the amount of stuff on your arms it was hard.

"Let me help you." he got closer and took your stuff.

"Thank you." you said after getting in on the house. "What happened? I never see you."

"Luther said that a guy was following you." he said and your eyes got wide. "Here just to make sure that everything is OK. You saw anyone?"

"No." you deny. "You wanna come in, right?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to go in without you knowing, but I thought it was best to ask."

"Please. And is not like I have a choice either." you opened the door and saw Calum getting his gun from his jacket after lighting off his cigarette. You rolled your eyes, knowing that the Luther guy was probably overreacting and let Calum look around the house, waiting for him in the living room until he come back. "So?"

"All clear."

"You know, have you guys always on my back is more dangerous than live on my own."

"I highly doubt. Anyways, I will be at my spot if you need anything."

"That's OK. Do you wanna eat something?" you asked while walking to the kitchen, the last time you had eaten was in lunch, you were hungry as hell.

"You know you deal with this way too well?" he laughed and followed you sitting on the bench at the other side of the counter.

"Realized that I can't beat Irwin, you guys are staying until he gets tired of me, so... Just going with the dance." you hand him a jar full with chocolate cookies. "Secretly I'm always in the middle of getting an panic attack."

"Ashton is loyal to who matters. You saved his life, the only way he would let you go is if you die." he eats one cookie. "This is good." you give him a glass of milk as well, the six foot man in front of you almost looking like a child while eating. For a briefly moment you almost forgot who he was.

"My mom's recipe." you smiled going out of your gaze and taking a cookie and milk yourself. You two eat in silence, it's not like you two had a lot to talk about, actually that was probably the first time you two talked for so long. "Well, since you're not going anywhere, make yourself home, you don't need to freeze outside." you take your stuff again, going out of the kitchen while he's looking at you, surprised. "Going with the dance, Calum. Good night, please don't steal anything."

"You have my word." he said while sitting on the couch and rolling his eyes. "Which is nothing to you, I know."

"At least you understand better than your friend." you smiled going away.

It was about 3AM when you felt an hand on your mouth, you woke up in desparation only to see Calum keeping your mouth shut and making a sign for you to be in silence, showing you his gun.

"What the fuck?" you asked whispering, he nodded to your window, it was when you saw the blue and red lights. Someone called the police.

"You did this?" the usual nice expression of him was terrifying and you just shook your head, too afraid to say anything. "You sure?"

"Calum, I was sleeping!" you hissed in a whisper. "I don't know what's happening." suddenly both of you heard a noise coming from the guests room, your heart skipped a beat when Calum held you, getting you out of the bed and keeping his gun next to your stomach.

"Don't make a sound." he said after he chocked his gun, pointing again to your stomach. You can't really believe that he actually believes that you called the cops, but having a gun against your skin isn't the best incentive to talk anything. The look on his face makes you wanna cry in fear, but you just try your best not to. Your bedroom door opens slowly and you see a tall man coming.

"What the fuck?" you heard Luke's voice. "She called the cops? You called the cops? Are you fucking insane?"

"I didn't-" you started to talk, but got interrupted by a knock on your front door. You looked at the two men in your room, completely desperated.

"Come." Calum said pushing you. You two walked to your living room, Calum's gun against your back. "Find out what this is." he said in your ear without taking the gun from your back, talking so low that you almost don't hear him, then he hides behind the door, now pointing the gun to your head while you open it, you don't really know how you're not crying.

"Something wrong, miss?" the cop says, you just shook your head, denying. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm. I was sleeping, what is this about?" you fake your best sleepy voice and face, but you're almost sure that he isn't believing.

"A neighbor saw a man wandering around your living room and said that it was odd, called us to check." he said again, trying to see behind you, but you just straight up yourself to try to not let him.

"A man? I dont-" you were interrupt by the feeling of one hand holding your waist and a cold feeling back in your back.

"What's happening?" you hear Luke say, you looked at him only to see him on his boxers, his hair like a mess, looking like he just woke up. "What's wrong, babe?" he looks at you smiling, raising his eyebrows in a clear sign to you keep the act. You can see Calum rolling his eyes to Luke, the gun still pointing to your head while Luke's gun was on your back.

"The neighbor saw you sleeping on the couch, babe, and got worried, since no one knows you yet." you said without even trying to sound nice, sarcasm going through your tong. "New relationship." you smiled to the cop.

"Got it. If you need anything, call us. Sorry for bother." he says going away. You shut your door turning around to see the both guys looking at you, both taking a deep breath.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked, going to your couch feeling like you were about to get sick and fall on the floor since your legs feels like jelly.

"Your neighbors called the cops? Seriously?" Calum said putting his gun on the jacket.

"Yeah! I was sleeping, for God's sake. And you? What the fuck were you thinking?" you look at Luke. He shrugs, still handing his gun. "Where's your clothes?"

"At your room."

"I can't keep with this." you were passing your fingers through your hair. "You two were pointing guns to me!!!!! TWO. And how the hell did you even got here?"

"I called him when I saw the cops." Calum said. "We need to talk with Ashton. He need to know what happened." he was talking to Luke, who just nodded and got to your room to get dressed.

"You can't go." you say getting up and going to your room while followed by Calum.

"What, why? You just said-" Luke is almost dressed.

"Yeah, but now my neighbors think that we're together, it will be odd if you don't show up tomorrow morning." you pointed.

"She's right." Luke says. "Go to Ashton, I'll take the shift."

"If I were you two, I wouldn't try to sleep. Ashton will be here in the minute I get there." Calum says opening the door. "We should all go."

"What? No! For God's sake, I'll not go back there."

"You don't have a choice." Luke says throwing you something to wear.

A/N 2: I edited a lot of this, actually, and added a few details. I hope you guys like it, please send an ask, a comment or even go to my messages and say what you think, I'm really really happy when I hear your opinions and I love to make friends! Oh, and you can always give some suggestions as well, what do you think that should happen? I have at least 5 chapters already done, but I can always edit it with new stuff. See you next Sunday. 🖤

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rambleonwithrosie · 6 years ago

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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.

Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.

Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor

Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how

What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne

How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way

How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does

How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss

How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that

If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about

Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?

10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone

11. Favorite piece of fanart?

I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine

This is mine

12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life

13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help

14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay

15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.

16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes

17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*

18. Favorite live performance?

youtube

19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)

20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win

21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.

Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.

"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.

"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.

"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.

22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.

They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.

"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.

"The what?"

"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."

"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.

"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.

"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.

"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.

"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.

"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.

"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.

"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.

She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.

"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.

"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."

"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.

Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.

23. Favorite picture of Brian

24. Favorite picture Roger

(Well it's one of many favs)

25. Favorite picture of Freddie

26. Favorite picture of John

27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love

28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car

29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now

30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up

31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂

32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)

33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game

34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone

35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!

36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.

37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)

38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack

39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack

40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love

41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them

42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes

43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me

44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.

45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty

46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine

47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away

48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along

49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works

50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard

#followers #150 followers #woohoo #love y'all

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just-a-random-reblog-blog · 3 years ago

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(This was easier to type in a reblog than in a reply- it's a bit of a long list, sorry!) (Also, sorry for not putting links, Tumblr is just notoriously bad with links. Most of these are easy to find using the search bar.)

Okay so I unfortunately don't know many Cream fics, but!

~~~(Longer things)~~~

*Imaginary Everything by CDWithNoC is pretty good. It's centred around Dream and is pretty angsty, but it's an interesting fic! It's the longest one I'm going to recommend, since you said short things are preferred. CDWithNoC has some a few other fun fics centred around the Dreamtale twins, although not many are super romance-centred.

*Xtra Small by Warriorstale001 is a babybones fic, it's kind of easy to figure out who gets baby-ified by the name but yeah it's Cross centred and it's a nice mix of fluff and angst that's all sorts of fun. (Really not doing this fic justice with this review, it's great)

*One Small Dream by Calcium_Cat! Similar to Xtra Small, (Idk which came first) Dream gets turned into a child and this leads to large amounts of fluff. I personally am two chapters behind on the story and really need to fix that, but up to where I left off it's a really good fic.

~~~(Onto shorter things!)~~~

*"Thank you Nightmare" by StupidChild- it's Crossmare, and it's just pretty cute. StupidChild just generally writes pretty good fics. Another good one from that author is Five times Cross frets over his uniform, and the one time he doesn't, which is a tad angsty in places but mostly pretty chill.

*avosettas- creator. Okay so it's hard to just name one of their fics that is just better than all the others, they're all pretty good. They're all nicely written, and vary a lot in plot. You will want to be careful about filtering out explicit and mature things if those aren't your cup o' tea.

*esqers- creator. Another really great writer, although you'll probably want to filter out explicit stuff if you don't want NSFW. (The specific tag they use for smut is "explicit s*xual content". It's obviously not censored i just felt like censoring it.) They write slightly less SFW stuff but overall they make good content.

*The whole "Tales from the Trench" series by Askellie- One of them (the third one in the series) is smut, but other than that- The series is good and pretty Cross-centred, just be aware it's set in the Leviathantale universe so yeah-

*Wrongwrongwrong by Ashen_x_Anarchist is another great Cross-centred fic, as are the other fics in that series.

*The whole "bb dream" series by TrasBen is fun, it's just cute fics centred around the adventures of a very cute and childish Dream!

*Most all of SkylerSkyhigh's "Nightmare's Gang" Series is good, as are all of their fics outside of that series! Tereox_X is another good writer, they co-wrote a lot of things with SkylerSkyhigh. I don't think either of them are in the UT fandom anymore but you can read all of their older fics.

*Down With the Sickness by littlebuzz was a good fic, very short, but still pretty good! (Geez i need a bigger vocabulary-) It's just a Cross centred sickfic with some good and wholesome dadmare in there while we're at it.

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There are a few more i want to recommend but I can't find them and the titles slip my mind, if I find them again then I'll reply again.

Don't feel guilty if none of these are up your alley, I spent all of ten minutes making this list and it's more than reasonable that we have totally different tastes in fanfiction. I wasn't quite sure what sort of things you were looking for but i'm a sucker for hurt/comfort so that's what a lot of these are. I also wasn't quite sure if you're more of a "big bad evil guy" bad sans gang person or a "misunderstood beans" bad sans gang person so most of these are the second. Because they're typically less uncomfortable to read.

Do you guys have any good fanfiction recommendations? I often have an INCREDIBLY difficult time finding ones I’d be okay with reading, despite often browsing the tag I just happen to be incredibly picky and most of them don’t look very good to me. I’d appreciate some recommendations

more info in tags

#again i'd be careful with the few writers i reccommened as they occasioanally write smut #holy f what happened to my spelling there #recommended*#occasionally*

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