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Alright, this post has gotten super big and attracted tons of controversy and weird opinions so I thought I would clarify my position one last time :
No a militarized intervention, be it UN, US or whoever else, isn't a good idea. Bombs are never the answer, violence is never the answer, forcing an enormous change on people who's culture and ideas you don't understand is never the answer.
It seems the Malala Fund is seen as controversial for reasons that are unknown to me at the moment. In the meantime donating to Women for Afghan Women or to RAWA for those who can or want is still a good thing.
No Islam and religions aren't necessarily the problem. I am atheist myself, although raised in Christianity and while I absolutely believe that religion can be used and is used as a weapon in the world today, I do not believe that blaming them (instead of the people fostering an unsafe environment using them) is helpful.
Afghan Women don't necessarily want to live European/US women and that should not be the goal. The goal is for them to be safe, first and foremost, and have a choice as to what they want. The biggest thing that feminism can do is listen to Afghan Women. What do they need ? What can we provide ? They are the ones living in the situation, they know best than anybody.
Afghan Women being part of an Islamic culture doesn't mean that everything happening to them is normal or desired. The Taliban regime arrived by force and rules by force. Their society is not built on solid foundations, and without change it's certain that it won't last long. The problem is the damage they will do until it crumbles, and the damage that will be done while it's happening. The main victim of catastrophes are always the ones at the bottom of the social pyramid and in Afghanistan, it's Women. That's why we're fighting with them.
To clarify : I am against the very idea of a social pyramid. But because it exists, it has to be taken into account when deciding how to deal with things and how to provoke change.
I've had some wild comments about transidenty somehow so : to know if Afghan trans people are in danger, ask Afghan trans people. If you look at what witnesses and refugees are saying, all trans people are in danger. No they're not the danger. No transwomen are not just men trying to touch women by hiding as women. They face the same stigma as any other woman, and can be treated even worse when outed. How did you all decide they were the problem or that Afghan Women could just "become trans" to escape the oppressive regime like. How. Please. What the hell.
Stop being mean. I'm just a person who made a post on tumblr. This post may have gotten big but I still don't have the influence of other bloggers or people reblogging this post. I can't monitor everything. I can't even look at all the reblog because I don't have time. I can't answer everything. If you feel wronged because somebody said something in the reblogs, confront them, not me.
Once again I insist : I tried to educate myself but I can't guarantee I knew where to look and remembered it all correctly. Once again, I am just a random person on tumblr. If you think I should truly know something, you can go to my asks directly, otherwise there's a chance I won't see it. I don't know everything, be kind.
This post was made in the present tense but is in fact about the new law announced recently. Its details are unclear but it would essentially stop women from hearing each other pray (at least in public spaces) and other added things which many fear could lead to a total ban (if the details in the law don't immediately put it in action). As some have pointed out, women are currently still able to speak to each other in Afghanistan, but that may not last long.
I'm not american. Stop bringing the whole "Americans say this because they want to invade" argument, I'm not fucking American. I don't think of myself as a saviour. I don't think of myself as better. I just made a post about an info I saw that was bugging me, and needed to express just how wrong it felt somewhere. Don't assume I have or should have all the answers. I'm not even old enough to vote in my country. Keep that in mind when interacting.
This is one post out of hundreds people will see today. Yes it has an impact, but that doesn't mean it somehow makes me responsible for every single deranged idea somebody may have when seeing this. The average person will just like this post and move on with their lives, whether you think it's good or not. When interacting remember that I can't be expected to carry everything on one post's shoulder, nor that this post will somehow determine how people see Afghan Women for the next 30 years to come.
The amount of comments and people deciding that I was responsible for all of this because I made one fucking post about the subject is making me sick so. This is the last time I interact with my own post. I will stop responding or looking at reblogs and comments. I'll keep this post up because I do hope it reaches somebody who decides to donate or join local action to help but for the sake of my mental health (once again, just a random teenager online) I will not update it any longer.
And please remember that supporting local actions will always be more helpful than arguing with some strangers on the internet
This has been a psa or whatever
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't speak to each other Afghanistan
Women. Can't. Speak. To. Each. Other. In. Afghanistan.
No conversations
No hearing another woman's voice, no hearing her speak or pray
No way to share experiences no way to ask questions no way to organize
And if you ban education then they can't communicate by writing either
Women can't speak to each other in Afghanistan
Women can't communicate with other women in Afghanistan
People can't communicate with other people
That's how low we've gotten
Please don't forget about them.
#afghanistan#feminism#clarifications#what the hell man#I've had people telling me I was somehow directly responsible for people wanting war on afghanistan#or that all muslim people are the problem#go outside#talk to muslim people#talk to afghan people#talk to women#and talk to transgender people#don't just base your opinions on he she said they said#i've made that mistake before and am learning not to do it again#but also I'm not even a fucking adult yet#so keep that in mind when interacting
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Hey girl đ Would love a comfort fic with James or poly!Marauders after r had a really bad day? Just cuddles and comforting words. Sure most of us need it right now đ
Thanks for requesting my love <3 I did try to make this seem like it could just be about any bad day but for my US babes and anyone else that's going to be affected by the election, I really hope you're doing okay and I hope we're all okay over the next few years. Even if we don't all have a James to comfort us, we can still be there for each other <3
James Potter x fem!reader ⥠607 words
Youâre in bed when James finishes brushing his teeth. He can see your shoulders shaking underneath the covers.Â
His chest aches as he goes to you. Itâs not the first time youâve cried today and it probably wonât be the last for a while, all your hurt and anger and grief compounding on you as time goes on. James gets into bed and twines his arms around your middle, pressing his nose into your warm cheek.Â
âItâs going to be okay,â he murmurs.Â
Your sobs worsen, and you turn, face to his chest and arms reaching around him with an unthinking neediness. You donât believe him.Â
âIt is.â He kisses the top of your head firmly, hugging you closer. You seem like you need a bit of solidity right now. âYouâll be alright, sweet girl. Iâve got you.âÂ
James lets you cry. Your sniffles grow thick, Jamesâ chest under your face wet with tears and snot. He wonders if your head hurts from how much youâve wept today, makes a mental note to get you some water in the morning if he canât manage it tonight. Your whole body shakes with deep, aching sobs.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say after a while, words jolting. âI canâtâI keep thinking in circles.âÂ
âBaby, itâs okay.â James rubs your back. He hates to see you upset, but he wouldnât begrudge you it. Youâve had a day. As much as he wishes he never had to see you cry, he feels grateful that youâd do it with him. âItâs okay to be sad for a little while.âÂ
âI know. I know, butââ Another series of sobs jostles their way out of you, painful sounding. Your voice quiets to a tight whisper. âI just canât stop.âÂ
James swallows the blockage in his own throat, making big, sweeping circles over your back. âDo you want a little distraction?â he offers.Â
You nod into his chest.Â
âOkay.â He thinks for a second. âWell, tomorrow, I thought we might go to the bookstore if youâre feeling up to it.â He pauses, waiting to see if this is what you want. When you donât make a sound he continues. âWe could make a day of it. Thereâs that Thai place you like nearby, so maybe we grab some takeaway, sit and read in the parkâŚâ You make a snuffling sound against his chest, and James gives you a squeeze. âYeah?âÂ
âYeah.â Your voice is stuffy and sad, but calmer. âThat sounds nice.âÂ
âI glanced at the weather report earlier.â He drops a kiss on your head. It coaxes you into looking up at him. Your eyes are wet and puffy, but James smiles at you, pinching your nose clean gently. âItâs supposed to be nice out. Weâll probably need our coats, but still, not too bad. You could probably break out those new socks you got.âÂ
You smile wobbily. âIt feels like sort of a silly thing to be excited about now,â you say softly, âsocks.âÂ
âThatâs what I love about you, though.â James holds your face and gives in to kissing wherever the urge strikes him, your skin warm and tacky. âYouâre always finding things to be excited about, that make you happy. I love that. Itâs the little things, right?âÂ
You sniffle. Youâre far from happy now, but youâre settling. âI guess.âÂ
âItâs nice when itâs the big things too, of course,â he concedes, âbut for tomorrow I can still get my girl a book and a takeaway. Right? Okay?âÂ
âYeah.â You kiss him, salt on both of your lips. âYeah, okay. Thanks, Jamie.âÂ
âYouâll be okay,â he promises you again. âIâve always got you.â
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter x self insert#james potter fanfiction#james potter fanfic#james potter fic#james potter hurt/comfort#james potter imagine#james potter drabble#james potter scenario#james potter blurb#james potter one shot#james potter oneshot#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders fandom#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders era#marauders x reader
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something like love
part - 3
pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd
word count - 3.3k
c/w - language, slight homophobia
a/n - hi, iâm back! i wrote the majority of this part while high and sheâs mostly unedited so if you see mistakes, no you donât. iâm so happy with how yâall are receiving this story and iâm having so much fun writing it! iâd like to reiterate that iâm sure paigeâs mom and step-dad are amazing parents and this is all fictional! as always, i hope you enjoy, and lmk what you think!
Finals go about as well as Azzi expected. With the way she and Paige locked in three days before, sheâs not too surprised. They didnât even go to the gym the entire time, instead staying shut up in Paigeâs bedroom with highlighters and textbooks and laptops. Although, Paige did get pretty stir-crazy on day two and started doing push-ups on the floor. Azzi had gotten a weird vibe that she was showing off.
What did make studying a little harder, though, was the fact that Paige seems to be having trouble separating their acting from their actual friendship, and has thus taken to calling Azzi âmaâ and brushing her thigh even while theyâre alone. Azzi doesnât know how to tell her to stop, or if she even really wants to.
Itâs now the day after finals and only two days before they leave for Montana, where the real challenge will begin. Needing some space from Paige, which is a rarity with them practically living together these days, Azzi has retired to own room to pack her bags. Itâs not going well.
Usually, sheâs an amazing packer. She enjoys it, even, finds it soothing to create a checklist, pick her outfits, and pack her belongings just so so that they all fit.
Today, itâs a little different. Because today, she doesnât know what to plan for, and she doesnât know her to make all her shit fit into this suitcase, and she canât decide what outfits to bring because all she can think about with each article of clothing is whether or not Paige would like it. Would Paige like these leggings, the way they hug her ass? Would she like this tight top with the plunging neckline? Would she compliment these shoes, ogle this little skirt?
Being in love with Paige is nothing new. But this, this feels foreign to Azzi, feels like when they were teenagers and she was just beginning to realize that her feelings for Paige were more than platonic. It feels nervous and jittery and insecure, and over the years Paige has become safe. She is secure and strong and rooted deeply in Azziâs very being. Azzi wants more out of her, sure, but that fact hasnât made her this afraid in years.
Groaning, Azzi fists up the sweatshirt sheâs holding and then buries her face in it to scream. Sheâs about halfway through her little tantrum when a knock on her door startles her out of it. She doesnât bother to lift her head out of the sweatshirt to mumble, âFuck off.â
The door opens anyway, of course, and then thereâs Carolâs voice, cautiously asking, âWhatâs going on in here?â
Azzi finally lifts her head to stare at her best friend. âTrying to pack for Montana.â
âYeah?â Carol asks, still speaking softly as if she were trying to soothe a rabid animal. âAnd, uh, howâs that goinâ for you?â
Azzi groans again. âReally great, yeah. Itâs awesome.â
âMm.â Carol hums, then perches herself on the edge of Azziâs bed, looking down at her. âWhatâs going on?â
âNothing,â Azzi says automatically, because she canât tell her best friend whatâs actually going on, or else sheâd give away she and Paigeâs secret. But Carol looks at her suspiciously, like she might start interrogating her at any second, and so Azzi quickly decides to tell a half-truth. âOk, I just, Iâm nervous to see Paigeâs family in Montana.â
Carol furrows her brow. âBut havenât you met them before?â
âI have,â Azzi nods. âBut only the times they came up to visit Paige, and those were far and few between.â Azzi canât help the bitter tone that seeps into the last part.
âYeah,â Carol says. âFrom what Iâve heard it doesnât seem like theyâre super involved with her. Not like her dad and step-mom.â
âTheyâre not, and they never have been,â Azzi says, clutching the sweater a little tighter as if she were choking it. âPaigeâs mom left when Paige was like three and she didnât come back to visit until an entire year later. Paige didnât even remember her by then. She says she hugged her dadâs leg and cried the first time she visited,â Azzi seethes, remembering how Paige had laughed quietly when she first told Azzi the story, her eyes sad. âAnd now theyâre homophobic and totally shut Paige out when she told them she was a lesbian and theyâre going to hate me, itâs going to be so hostile and awful andââ Azzi cuts herself off with another scream into the sweatshirt. Vaguely, she realizes itâs an old one of Paigeâs, something she stole way back in high school. Fitting.
âHey, hey,â Carol says, sliding onto the floor next to Azzi and patting her knee, âyou gotta chill out, okay? You know Paige wonât let them say a word to you. That girl would protect you with her life,â she says earnestly, and it makes Azziâs heart skip.
âYeah?â Azzi asks, just because she wants to hear it from someone else.
âShe loves you a lot, Az. And I think we all realized it a lot sooner than you did, because yâall were too fucking stupid to notice how different you are around each other.â
Azzi furrows her brow. âDifferent?â
âYeah,â Carol nods, patting Azziâs leg. âEver since we got to UConn, the two of you are always in your own world. You listen to her for hours if she wants you to and sheâs always touching on you, being all protective and shit. And donât even get me started on the way she looks at you when she thinks you wonât notice. I mean, you two are dating now and she still does that shit.â She shakes her head affectionately, then laughs. âAnd yâall were like that long before we got here, too.â
Azzi isnât really listening anymore, too stuck up on thinking, Paige looks at me?
It might seem like a silly thought because Azzi is stealing secret glances at Paige all the time, and she has done for years. But that makes sense, because Azzi is hopelessly in love with her. Paige has absolutely no reason to be staring at Azzi when she thinks nobodyâs watching.
Carol must be saying all this to make her feel better. She always knows the right thing to say.
âYeah,â Azzi says, instead of saying what sheâs really thinkingâThereâs absolutely no chance Paige looks at me in secretâand when Carol leans in to hug her, she returns it, letting her head rest on her best friendâs shoulder. âThanks, Carol. Youâre right.â
âI know, girl,â Carol responds. Azzi takes a deep breath, trying her best to chill out, and just as theyâre separating, her door cracks open. Of course, speak of the devil, in pops Paige Bueckers, blond hair flowing loose around her shoulders. âAm I interrupting something?â
âNah,â Carol says, waving Paige in. âJust chatting.â
âGossip?â Paige asks, shutting the door behind her.
âDonât worry, weâd never gossip without you.â
Paige laughs and then looks down at Azzi, who is quite busy doing the very important job of picking at a scab on her knee. âHey, babe. Everything good?â
Azzi looks between her two best friends, and Carolâs giving her a soft, encouraging smile which Paige clocks immediatelyâthe three of them have gotten good at reading each other over the yearsâand she walks over to them, sitting down across from Azzi. âOkay, whatâs up?â
Surprisingly, Azziâs eyes begin to sting and a hard lump forms in her throat, emotion overtaking her more strongly than it usually does, and she only has to wonder why for just a moment before she remembers, her period should be starting any day now. Stubbornly, she swallows down the tears, refusing to embarrass herself by crying in front of them. âNothingâs up. Iâm justââ
âShe was having a hard time packing,â Carol says quickly, pushing herself up off the ground. âHow about you help her, Paige? Sit on her suitcase so she can zip it or something.â Thereâs a warning in her tone and Paige gets it immediately, based off the way she nods and scoots closer to Azzi.
As soon as Carolâs gone, Paige is reaching out to rest her arms on Azziâs knees. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing,â Azzi says, but Paige doesnât buy it one bit. âReally, itâs fine. Itâs dumb.â
âNot dumb, ma,â Paige says softly. Her thumb rubs against Azziâs knees, and this is something Paige only does when theyâre pretending. Azzi wonders again if she should warn Paige about the fact that their dating habits are seeping into their normal friendship, even when theyâre alone. That could become dangerous.
But right now, the comforting warmth of it is welcome.
âSeriously, just tell me,â Paige urges, impatience evident in her tone. âYouâre makinâ me all nervous.â
âDonât, itâs actually not a big deal at all.â Azzi figures she should say something before Paige builds this up in her head too much. âI just, Iâm worried about seeing your mom. I know sheâs not gonna like me because ofâŚâ she gestures between them, âthis. But I know sheâs not my favorite person either and Iâm just kinda scared that everythingâs gonna clash and youâre gonna end up getting hurt.â
Paige stares at her for a second, then nods and sighs. âYeah, that makes sense.â She looks down at her hands in Azziâs lap, then back up at her. âBut, like, if anything bad happens, itâs not gonna be on you. Itâll be on my parents for being shitty. You donât gotta worry âbout me.â
Suddenly, Azzi feels guilty. Here she is having a mental breakdown over a situation that ultimately wonât affect her nearly as much as itâll affect Paige. And here Paige is, sitting across from her, comforting her. The hands on Azziâs knees start to feel too hot.
âYou must be nervous, too,â Azzi says. âYou donât know how theyâre gonna react when you show up with me rather than some guy.â
Paige shrugs it off, but her throat bobs. âNah, itâs alright.â
Paige looks chill as can be, shoulders slumped, face relaxed. But Azzi knows her too well, notices the way her fingers are twitching and her eyes are looking everywhere but her.
âYou donât have to act in front of me,â Azzi says, hoping it doesnât sound too corny.
âI know,â Paige says immediately. She finally meets Azziâs eyes. âListen, I might be a little nervous. But itâs whatever. And you donât gotta be nervous, either. Whatever happens, weâll be there together, yeah?â
Azzi nods, lifting Paigeâs hands off her knees to take them in her own. âYeah, youâre right.â
âI got you,â Paige says softly, and it flusters Azzi but sheâs more focused on the way Paige is looking at her, this little crease between her brows like sheâs trying to figure something out. Just like after their kiss. But Azzi clears her throat and Paige snaps out of it, pulling her hands away from Azziâs to brush herself off. âAnd you got me. Just like always, yeah?â She stands up, then looks around awkwardly, suddenly all jittery and weird. âSo, uh, do you actually need help packing? Iâm basically a master packer, I could get it done in prolly five minutes, flat.â
Azzi knows Paige is trying to deflect from whatever that was, and it seems like, once again, theyâre not going to talk about it. Amazing.
âYouâre the worst packer Iâve met in my life, P,â Azzi teases, going with it. âI usually need to help you.â
âIâon need no help,â Paige waves her off. Then she looks down at Azziâs suitcase and scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. âBut, uh, if you wanted to come up to my place to help with some fits I wouldnât be mad.â
Azzi shakes her head, deciding to leave her packing for later. âCome on, stupid head. Letâs go.â
âYo,â Paige says, following her out of the room. âDonât call me stupid.â
âSorry youâre right,â Azzi says. âShit-for-brains is way more fitting.â
âYo!â
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Before leaving for the airport, their teammates act like theyâre going off to war. They all hug them extra-long and talk forlornly about what theyâre gonna do without âmom and dadâ around.
Now that Azzi and Paige are âdatingâ, the two of them get called mom and dad more often than they get called their actual names. Itâs kind of cute, actually, even if it is annoying sometimes.
âYou kids be good,â Paige says sternly, playing into the act, and Azzi ruffles KKâs hair and says, âdonât bother your brothers.â
âYeah, donât bother us, Camera,â Ice says, and KK tackles her. Paige and Azzi take the opportunity to sneak out.
Theyâre at the airport now, waiting in the lounge where they only get approached by two polite fans asking for pictures. Paige is just dozing off when their flight is called, and Azzi manages to drag her through the gate into the plane before sheâs slouching in her seat, falling asleep as soon as she sits down.
She wakes thirty minutes later, and she rests her head on Azziâs shoulder when they start up a movie to watch. When she does, instinct takes over and Azzi doesnât really realize what sheâs doing until she kisses Paige on the head, nuzzling into her blonde hair, and sheâs mid-nuzzle when she remembers that they have no reason to be all up on each other like this. Paige is stiff on her shoulder now, and Azzi laughs awkwardly, lifting her head to stare blankly at the movie. âMy bad. Habit.â
âYouâre good,â Paige says. She softens on Azziâs shoulder, and then she mumbles something completely incoherent.
âSorry, what?â Azzi asks, popping an earbud out to hear better.
âHuh?â Paige says.
âYou said something.â
âNah, youâre hearinâ stuff.â
âPaige.â
âShh, Iâm missing the movie.â
âPaige, seriously, whatâd you just say? You tryna talk crap?â
âNo,â Paige says emphatically. She shrugs, then leans her head a little further into Azziâs neck and mutters, âI just said I didnât mind.â
âDidnât mind what?â Azzi asks, scrunching her nose.
âAre you dumb?â Paige says.
âRude,â Azzi responds, and then she says, âWait. You didnât mind when I kissed you?â
âDidnât mind when you kissed my head,â Paige corrects.
Itâs Azziâs turn to mumble, âWell, I know you didnât mind when we kissed for real, either,â and Paige hears it and lifts her head up, shoving Azzi away. âHey, chill with allat. I said that to you in a moment of weakness.â
Azzi shoves her right back, hoping to hide the feelings sheâs sure are written all across her face, because Paige has admitted that she wants to kiss Azzi again and now theyâre bringing that up, and what does it even mean?
âAw,â Azzi says, trying for casual, âyou big olâ softy.â
âI ainât soft,â Paige says gruffly, looking out the window and crossing her arms over her chest.
âI think you are,â Azzi sing-songs, then she leans over into Paigeâs space. Paige doesnât turn to her, but her breath hitches when Azzi whispers close to her ear, âI think youâre soft as hell for me.â
Paige stares stubbornly out the window. âNo clue what youâre talkinâ about.â
âMm,â Azzi hums, and then she rests her chin on her shoulder, gazing out the window as well, even though her mind is elsewhere. âI think you like doing this with me, P.â Feeling bold, she sneaks her hand onto Paigeâs thigh, clad in those basketball shorts that always do something to Azziâs head. âI think youâre surprised by how much you like it. Having an excuse to be all over me whenever you want. Acting like Iâm all yours when weâre around people.â
Paige gasps when Azzi presses her lips to her neck, not kissing her but just resting there, and she turns back to look at her when Azzi lifts her head.
Theyâre inches apart.
Paige looks at her lips. Sheâs been doing that a lot ever since their conversation in the bathroom. Azzi is a soldier for the amount of restraint she usually has, because when Paige looks at her like thisâthis new, unfamiliar look on her face while she stares at her lipsâevery bone in her body wants to close the gap between them.
Today, her restraint feels frayed. And so she leans forward, slowly, and kisses just the edge of Paigeâs mouth. Not a real kiss. But not friendly, either.
Paige gasps.
Azzi breathes out shakily, and then she shoves Paigeâs face away playfully. âWatch our movie, dumbass.â
Azzi is shaking for the entirety of the movie, but at least sheâs pretending to watch it. The entire time, she can feel Paigeâs eyes burning into her skin.
Azzi gets the sinking feeling that something unexpected is going to happen on this trip.
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They get off the plane at 7pm. By the time they get their bags, itâs 7:30. And by the time Paigeâs parents pull up to get them, it is 7:45. Paige clutches Azziâs to her side with one hand, her suitcase held tight in the other. Her mom and step-dad look at them strangely and whisper to each other before getting out of the car.
âHey, kiddo,â Dean is the first to speak. âHow was the flight?â
Paige releases Azzi so he can pull her into an awkward hug while her mom stands back. âYeah, uh, it was good.â
âGood, good,â Dean nods. âThatâs good.â He glances back at his wife, who is looking between Paige and Azzi with this expression on her face that Azzi doesnât like at all. âHere, um, let me get you ladiesâ bags.â
He takes a suitcase in each hand and pops the trunk to start loading up their stuff. He murmurs something to Amy when he passes, by, and she nods stiffly before taking a measly step forward. âHi, baby. YourâŚhair looks nice.â
Azzi almost squeezes her eyes shut at how awkward this is. But at the same time she canât, watching mother and daughter like sheâs watching a train wreck.
âThanks, Mom.â Paige is the first to reach out, and even though Amy holds her stiffly, Paige falls into her motherâs arms, something she has never been able to do often. Azzi can tell Paige thinks it may be the last time and is trying to savor it.
âPaige,â Amy says, pulling away from her daughter after a few moments and glancing pointedly at Azzi, âI see you brought your friend.â
Paige looks back at Azzi, who, despite her own nervousness, gives Paige her most encouraging smile.
âThatâs alright, we have a pullout,â Amy says after neither of them responds. âWouldâve been nice to know that I needed to shop for an extra person, though.â
Azzi winces. What a rude thing to say.
âSo, whereâs Ryan?â she goes on, and Azziâs stomach churns. This is it. âYour father and I have been dying to meet him.â
âNot my father,â Paige murmurs quietly enough that Dean wonât be able to hear from where heâs still lingering behind the car, taking great care in loading up their bags.
âDonât be like that, Paige, you know what I meant,â Amy sighs, then runs a hand down her face. âRyan isnât here, is he?â
At this, Dean perks up, closing the trunk door.
Paige backs up a few steps, back to Azzi, and takes her hand to pull her forward. âNo, heâs not.â
âUh,â Azzi says, speaking for the first time when everyone looks at her expectantly. âNice to see you guys again.â
âGood to see you too, Azzi,â Dean says jovially, even though theyâve only met a few times.
Amy looks at Paige. âWhy is she here with you?â
She looks as if she knows the answer and is dreading it.
Paige, always so brave, strives on anyway.
âMom, Dean,â Paige says. âIâm sorry for springing this on you, I know it seems last-minute. ButâŚâ she looks over at Azzi, who squeezes her hand a little.
She smiles softly down at her, and doesnât even bother to look at her parents when she says, âAzziâs my girlfriend.â
Amy places a hand to her chest and Dean walks forward to rub her back soothingly. Azzi inches a little closer to Paige. Here they go.
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A new ladder - Reader x Curly
BEFORE I START
Yes, another story of Curly. What can i do? I love him.
THIS IS ALL INSPIRED BY THIS AWESOME ARTIST THAT I FOUND ON TIKTOK
btw the curly of this story will kook like this so you can already imagine him.
The user is ladonb.kokosa
PLEASE GO CHECK THEIR ART ITS WONDERFUL
That being said. Lets get start with
Part 1 - Next
"Cryostasis ended"
"His vital signs are stable"
"Who could it be?"
"Disinfect the wounds"
"There are no more survivors"
"They authorized us to give him the implant."
The man could hear several voices in the distance, he saw silhouettes, shadows, he couldn't distinguish the people around him.
He felt them putting a mask on him to anesthetize him, and everything went dark again.
When he woke up, he saw a woman checking his signs, and he was astonished to recognize her despite some of her physical changes.
She was his fiancĂŠe, the woman he was supposed to marry after that trip.
Why did she look like that? She seemed older, but in his sigth, she remained beautiful.
He made some sounds to get her attention, causing her to turn and look at him. She approached and pressed something on his neck.
Curly: "Linda..."
Linda: "...No... Tell me it's not you..."
The woman immediately stepped back, covering her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing.
She didn't recognize the man laying in that bed in front of her, and she prayed so hard that he wasn't the man she was going to marry, but the fact that he recognized her confirmed her fear.
He could understand the terror on her face, but he didn't know there was something else he didn't know.
She took a deep breath and set her fear aside, sitting next to the man.
Linda: "Curly... If it really is you..." she said, still holding out a small hope that it wasn't him, "You were cryogenically frozen for 20 years... They rescued you because the Tulpar re-entered orbit near Earth before running out of energy, they were able to detect it and bring it back without causing damage, and that's how they found you inside... You have been in the hospital for two weeks today..."
He wanted to laugh as if what he was being told was a bad joke, it couldn't have been that long, right?
But looking closely at her, the small wrinkles now on her face and the few gray hairs she had showed her that she was real.
Linda: "They didn't find any more survivors and... The same press has taken care of paying your medical expenses because they want to hear your story... You have an implant in your neck so you can speak, a voice box, you have to press it if you have difficulties but in a while you won't need to do it anymore... and they did a skin graft... Including some prosthetics..."
She carefully took the prosthetics of his arms and raised them so he could see them, Curly felt like a completely different being.
Linda: "I recommend that you ask for what you want now because... As soon as they find out you're awake... They're going to bombard you with questions and the press will come here, they won't show any mercy."
The man tried to raise the prosthesis and pressed his implant on his neck to be able to speak.
Curly: "What about us?"
Linda: "Oh Curly..." she sighed, "When you didn't come back, I thought the worst... That you were dead... I just keep going with my life... I married someone else, I have two children... There is no longer an 'us'."
Before he could say anything else, a reporter peeked in and made a fuss upon seeing him awake; the place filled up in seconds.
The woman lowered her head and left the room in search of security to throw out the press, but the harassment didn't end there.
Curly chose to give them the answers to the questions they had by scheduling a meeting at the hospital.
Thanks to this, many people started donating things to him, including money to help him reintegrate into society.
But beyond the kindness of people, no one wanted to take care of him and help him, not even the nurses, they said they couldn't spend too much time near him.
Linda took care of him during his stay in the hospital while they fixed up his house that had been left abandoned.
Linda: "I found someone who can take care of you."
She commented while pushing his wheelchair, entering his house, that it looked completely renovated.
Linda: "I don't know if you still remember that I mentioned my younger sister, (Y/n), a couple of times?"
Curly: "The one who lived with your father?"
Linda: "That's right... My mom got full custody of her after a few years, and since then she has been living with her until she became independent shortly after turning 18..."Â
Curly: "She was 12 back then..."
Linda: "She recently lost her job, I thought it would be a good opportunity for her. She is very responsible, I promise."
When they arrived in the room, he could see a woman standing and looking at the paintings hanging on the walls.
He had never met his fiancĂŠe's sister, but he had heard many stories about her, about how her father unjustly gained custody by labeling their mother as crazy, and since then they had fought to get the girl back.
He had been struck by how incredibly different she was from her sister; you two didn't seem related at all.
Linda: "Good thing you were already here," she mentioned with a smile to catch your attention.Â
When you turned to look at them, Curly didn't expect such seriousness from you towards your older sister.Â
"...Thank you for the job opportunity, I will do my best to help you," you mentioned, looking at the man, ignoring the woman.Â
Linda: "Let me show you where everything is-"
"I've already been getting familiar with the place, it's not necessary, you can go."
Linda: "At least let me tell you which medications you should-"
"You have already sent me a message with clear instructions. I can do this, Lin."
Curly: "You should be more respectful to your older sister."
Upon hearing him speak, you turned to look at him again, without any expression.Â
"...Lin"
Linda: "I'll leave, there is no problem. I'm sure you've already memorized everything to the letter. If you have any problem, don't hesitate to call me."
She indicated, she didn't want to make a scene and left without even saying goodbye to either of them.Â
"...So you are Curly... It's a pleasure to meet you, I hope we get along well."
You had already made a bad first impression on Curly by treating the love of his life so poorly.Â
"Lin left your pill organizer with me, and gave me the schedule for them, it's time for the first pill."
You took a bottle and opened it to take a pill, causing the man to tense up a bit as he remembered moments when he was given his painkillers.
Noticing his nervousness, you tilted your head somewhat confused and went to get something to drink so he could take the pill.Â
What a surprise he got when you brought him a cup of chocolate along with the pill.Â
"When I was little... I didn't know how to swallow pills, I would choke, so I would bite them... My dad used to give me pills with chocolate milk so I wouldn't have a bad taste in my mouth, don't you like the taste of the pills? These can be very bitter..."Â
He thought it was very kind of you to consider that, immediately regretting having judged you without knowing anything about you.Â
You helped him take the pills, giving him chocolate to drink slowly, it really helped with the bitter taste.Â
Maybe... you weren't so bad.
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No One But You
Food for the @pixelcafe-network
Sylus lay in a pool of his own blood, clutching the gunshot wound you had carved into his heart, muttering about betrayal and deceit in his final moments.
You rolled your eyes.
âYesterdayâs death was a hell of a lot more creative, Sylus.â
He sat up straight, scoffing. âCanât help if the source material is unoriginal to start with. The best you could do was a gunshot wound today? Really?â
âThatâs because I wasnât trying to kill you, stupid.â
He raised an eyebrow. âAnd what do you call plowing a bullet through my chest?â
You crossed your arms. âI call that trying to shut you up. Although, I suppose that didnât work so well either, because then you prattled on about what a traitor I was and how you never saw this coming. Which, in my humble opinion, was laying it on too thick. You always see everything coming, donât act like a victim.â
He chuckled and with a snap of his fingers, any trace of his blood or his wound had vanished. âWhat can I say, I like theatrics.â
âAnd I like my bosses to be less dramatic and less alive.âÂ
He stood to meet your gaze, tsking at you as he tucked a finger under your chin. âNow, now, kitten. Weâve been having such a grand time together the last few months.â
You waved his hand away but he caught your wrist. You knew once he had you in his grasp, you werenât getting out until he chose to let you go so you stopped resisting. He smirked, pleased at your submission. Â
Sighing, you grumbled, âSy- youâve got a 1 o clock meeting and Iâve yet to thoroughly vet them, so eventually youâll have to let me go.â
He yanked you closer to him. âI highly doubt my favorite assassin would forget to vet anybody. Iâm sure you already had him in your sights long before I made the meeting, am I correct?â
You met his brazen gaze with a fierce look of your own. âI suppose now that you know all my secrets, I really will have to kill you.â
He chuckled and kissed your knuckles. âLooking forward to it.â
Asshole.
He knew that you knew you couldnât kill him if you tried, because youâd already tried. Many, many times.Â
Youâd met him months back when youâd attempted to snipe him from a rooftop. You were the best in the assassination business, but something about this cheeky bastard who had the nerve to grin into your oculars right as you pulled the trigger had you feeling like an amateur again. And when he materialized beside you right after youâd supposedly shot him, offering employment rather than retaliation, you knew he wasnât taking you seriously at all. How could the head of Onychinus allow an assassin to walk right into his headquarters, to eat and drink beside him, to sleep in the room next door, knowing he had a hefty bounty on his head that she intended to collect, and not bat an eye? He was some other beast entirely and you werenât sure how to react.
Of course it made you feel valued to know that he only entrusted his most important missions to you -heâd say something along the lines of âthereâs no one else who can do the job but youâ and youâd roll your eyes but oblige him- but he mustâve still thought you were somewhat incompetent if he willingly allowed you to take a shot at trying to kill him everyday. And then there was the matter of his obvious flirting.Â
The way he always had your favorite wine laid out for you after a mission -you werenât sure who heâd tortured for this information- or the way he always made sure to take you on missions with him that involved dressing up so he could admire your figure -not like he wasnât already admiring it on a daily basis in your usual getup- or even the way he purred his little pet names in your ear, pet names that he didnât seem to give to anyone else but you.Â
Some small part of you even wondered if maybe he loved you. But the rest of you knew that he probably didnât even know what love was. The rest of you knew that he was probably toying with you. But what was he waiting for? For you to no longer be useful? For you to fall for him? For you to give up on killing him? What did he want?Â
The man had the most beautiful eyes youâd ever seen but you would never know what was going on behind them.Â
And it killed you to admit that he was beautiful. Rule number one of assassination was to not get attached to your target, but here you were, toasting him over dinner every night, admiring the curve of his lips, admiring the broadness of his shoulders, admiring the way his fingers held a wine glass, like you hadnât spent decades training to be the monster you were known to be, like you were just some school girl hanging onto some jockâs every word.Â
He probably knew it too.
He liked to tease you; it was like his own personal form of entertainment.Â
He liked to intertwine his fingers in between yours like you hadnât just used those very same fingers to try and strangle him only moments before. He liked to tuck your hair behind your ear, pinch your sides, pin down your wrists, tilt up your chin, anything so he could touch you. He liked to murmur your name, your real name, the name you hadnât been called in years, the name you werenât sure how heâd uncovered, over and over like a prayer, until you had to excuse yourself from dinner because you werenât used to the gentleness in his voice. And then he liked to repeat the cycle over and over again, until you werenât sure how you felt anymore, until you werenât sure who you were anymore.Â
âBastard.â You muttered under your breath.
âTrying to hurt my feelings?â Sylus snaked his arms around your waist.Â
âIt was never my intention to hurt you, dear Sylus, only kill you.â You responded innocently.
He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. âThatâs my girl.â
God, he couldnât keep saying this shit to you.
âNot your girl, Sy.â You retorted, shaking him off of you.
âAnd why not? You could be.â His eyes gleamed mischievously.
In an instant you had a knife pinned to his throat. âBecause of this. Because youâre nothing more to me than a target and Iâm nothing more to you than a toy.â
He leaned in closer to you, allowing the metal to pierce his skin, drawing blood. âWell if it makes you feel better, thereâs no one Iâd rather have kill me but you.â
You laughed at that, withdrawing your knife. âShould I feel honored? And how does one even respond to that- thereâs no one Iâd rather have toy with me but you? God, work on your lines Sylus, youâre so cliche. You have a 2 o clock meeting, so get to it.â You shoved him off of you.
Grinning, he sauntered off to his next meeting with you guarding his back like you always did. And when his 2 o clock tried to kill him, he kept that same stupid grin on his face as he watched you pin the man underneath you in a matter of seconds, cuffing his hands together so tightly they bruised.Â
âIs it appropriate to say Iâm feeling jealous right now, kitten?â He chuckled.
You scoffed. âNo, Sylus, it is not.â
âAnd what if I said thereâs no one Iâd rather have pin me down than you?â
âStill not appropriate.â
The man underneath you groaned. âIf you two are going to keep flirting or bickering or whatever this is, could you kill me already?â
You smacked his head with the butt of your gun. âShut up, weâre trying to talk here.âÂ
âFeisty. I love it when you talk like that, kitten.â Sylus ran his hand through your hair, the way he always did, admiring the way the strands felt in between his fingers.Â
âFunny, I love when you stop talking, Sy.â
The man squirmed beneath you again. âIâm serious, please just kill me already.â
âI said shut up, my god.â You tightened his cuffs.Â
But this time the man was annoyed. âHeâs toying with you, youâre toying with him, we get it already. A man like Sylus is never gonna truly love you so can you please quit flirting an ki-âÂ
You shot him in the head. âDid I not say to shut up?â
You had intended to keep him alive for information, but you had to admit his comment hit a little too close to home. You already knew Sylus was never going to love you, but was it that obvious to a random bystander? The thought pissed you off.
Sylus sighed. âAnd now Iâm going to have to get the carpet cleaners in here.â
âYou really should keep the company of quieter people.â
âAnd you should know when a man is baiting you.â
You scoffed, standing to leave. âAnd whatâs that supposed to mean? I know when Iâm being played, you do it all the time.â
âYouâre so gullible sometimes, kitten. Youâd really believe what a random hitman says?â He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and tucked one hand underneath your chin, drawing your gaze to him.Â
âI donât believe what anyone says.â
âYet youâd kill him for saying I could never love you? Interesting way of showing you donât believe him.â
You glared at him, anger flaring in your gut. You attempted to wrench yourself away from him but he only pulled you tighter against him. âSylus, let go already. Enough of this. Iâm tired.â You snapped.
âHavenât I already told you? Thereâs no one else for me but you.â
âSylus, quit saying shit like that.âÂ
âRight, you donât like when I talk. Well then, how about this?â In a matter of seconds, his lips had found their way to yours, molding his passion and persistence into you.Â
You bit his lip in annoyance but it only fueled him more.
He chuckled against your mouth and claimed your tongue with his. His hands rested on the small of your back, possessively holding you in place against him. After properly swallowing down your moans and devouring all your desire, he finally pulled away to allow you some breath.
âFine.â You whispered, still dizzy from his kiss.Â
He smirked, nuzzling up against your ear, as he murmured, âFine what?â
âFine. Thereâs no one else for me but you. Happy?â
âImmensely.âÂ
He kissed you again and didnât stop kissing you all night.
Taglist: @tbaluver
#love and deepspace sylus#love and deepspace#sylus x reader#sylus lads#sylus love and deepspace#lads
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if the world was ending (iâd wanna be next to you)
kang haerin x f!reader
synopsis: what would you do if the world was ending?
word count: 1k
tags: angst, fluff in a way??, world end au, mentions of other newjeans members but this is haeyn centric, also 6th member ig
haerin found out the world was ending on a tuesday.
she had just left her local coffee shop, the bell jingling behind her, when her phone rang.
that must be yn, she thought, picking up the call without much thought.
âyn-â
âi love you.â she heard you say over the phone, your voice shaking as you spoke.
âis everything okay?â haerin asked, worry evident in her voice.
âcan you come over? quickly.â you said in the same tone as before.
âof course. but why?â
âthe world is ending.â
âoh. iâll be right there, i love you.â
âi love you too.â
you heard the beep of the phone as haerin hung up and you slid down the wall, staring at the floor blankly as you cupped your face in your hands.
the tv droned on in the background, and you could just about make out some more information about the exact details of how the world would be destroyed over the constant train of your thoughts. you decided that sitting around wasnât a very good use of your last moments, so you picked up your phone again and called minji.
she picked up almost immediately, âi guess youâve heard.â
âi⌠have. are you with hanni?â
âyeah, hanni and dani are both here.â
âhave you called hyein yet?â
âdani did.â
âwhat did she say?â
âuhhhâŚâ you heard some muffled voices on the other end. âsheâs still on the phone now.â
âdo you think me and haerin can make it there if we drive?â
âliterally everyoneâs driving right now. thereâs no chance.â
there was a pause, and though you couldnât see minjiâs face, you knew what expression she was making.
âminji,â you whispered, like it was a secret. âiâm scared.â
âme too.â she confessed. âiâll- iâll miss you.â
âiâll miss you too.â you let out a stifled sob as you let it sink inâ the world was ending, and you were all going to die.
you didnât want to die. you and haerin had finally moved out of the dorms into your own apartment, and that was recently.
it was just kind of⌠unbelievable that this morning was the last morning you would ever spend together. and this afternoon was the last afternoon before you died.
you found some solace in the fact that today was your off day and you didnât have any schedules.
the door unlocked with a click as haerin rushed in, hurriedly taking her shoes off and running over to you. she held your face gently in her hands, softly tracing circles with her thumb.
âitâs going to be okay.â she said, her eyes meeting yours.
âbut what about our future together?â you looked up at her, your eyes glistening. âwhat about us?â
her arms wrapped around you, and you breathed in her scent. she smelled just like she usually didâ floral perfume and jasmine shampoo, and you wondered how this could be so normal when everything else seemed to be tipped upside down.
a tear slipped down your cheek as minjiâs voice sounded from your phone.
âhello? yn? are you there?â
âminji unnie!â haerin exclaimed.
âhaerin? are you at yours now?â
âno, iâm with hyein.â
âwhat?â
âiâm kidding, how would i be using ynâs phone in america?â
âi donât know,â minji sighed. then, in a smaller voice, she said âiâm glad youâre safe, haerinnie.â
âyou too, unnie.â
there was a long pause, where all three of you tried to take in each otherâs presence for the last time. then, minji spoke.
âiâm⌠going to hang up now. i love you.â
something about it seemed so final, but at the same time, you couldnât imagine that tomorrow, you wouldnât wake up and call minji because you were late for pick up time and she wouldnât sigh and tell the manager that they would have to waitâ that tomorrow, you wouldnât wake up at all.
âi love you too!â haerin replied, and you repeated her words.
the three beeps sounded signifying the end of the call, and that was that.
âthe last time we ever talk to minji,â you said, bitterness seeping into your tone.
âit feels so⌠surreal.â
haerin stared blankly at the wall.
âhow are you so calm right now?â
âi mean, if these are my last moments on earth, i want to spend them happy, with you.â
you stopped, contemplating her words. then, you reached your arms out, and haerin smiled, rushing into your arms.
âyou know all the things we put off saying weâll do them another time?â
âyeah?â
âwell we canât do them another time, so letâs do them now.â
the next few hours were spent doing things you lovedâ baking cookies, and making a cake for your anniversary which had passed a few days ago. you ate them all, not caring about the restrictive diet your company had set. you drew each other, laughing at the end result, and looked through your camera rolls, reminiscing the past.
(âwe were so young back then,â you smiled, looking at a selfie all of newjeans had taken.
âi know! we look like babies.â
haerin scrolled to the next pictureâ âwait! youâre not allowed to see that!â she said, hurriedly changing the picture again.
âi wanna see!â you complained, reaching for her phone. she held it up out of your grasp, but you had a trick up your sleeve.
âHEY!â she yelled between laughter. âSTOP- STOP TICKLING ME!â
âgive me your phone.â)
finally, you both crawled into bedâ haerin lay on top of you, resting her head onf your chest.
âi love you.â you said, smiling. you felt your eyes fill up with tears. âletâs meet in the next life.â it felt so final, like it was the end, the last time you would ever say it.
âi love you too.â she looked up at you, a singular teardrop rolling down her cheek.
and despite the fact the world was falling apart, you felt whole.
a/n: sorry the pacing is AWFUL i write all my fics like five words at a time 10 mins before sleep
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Daily Vibe Check 11/13
Hehe surprise!
After some deliberation, I decided to do vibe check just very late bc i had to cleanse and prepare some other decks i had. So i will be showing some new cards today. I took pics and everything just for yall ig đđŠľ
Tarot Deck: Tarot of the Divine
Oracle Deck: Black Moon Astrology Cards
Please enjoy!
Seunghan
Two of Swords + Knight of Cups
Oracle: Neptune
In his spread there are a lot of depictions of eyes being closed. With this combination, in short, it is as though he feels as though he has no choice but to surrender to his circumstances. He feels the love and compassion of others reaching him earnestly, but he knows that in the end he will fall victim to whatever choices and decisions that are currently being withheld, for better or for worse. It is kinda when you close your eyes and flinch because you think you're about to get hit. The chances to him are 50/50 therefore he is preparing himself to be hit. So i would say he feels very stifled and restricted today.
Sungchan
Strength
Oracle: Saturn
These two pulls really compliment each other in that Sungchan is feeling very determined today. No matter what he is going to follow through on a lot of actions. Tbh, I can see this being very intimidating and coming off as very abrasive to others who come accross him and mention whatever it is he is determined about. If the person isnt 100% with him, the air may fill with tension. He is just not playing games today. But he needs to stay calm and collected and not emotionally fixated. I think he will be fine.
Eunseok
Eight of Coins
Orcale: 7th House
He seems to have his attention focused on something intently. With the 7th house oracle this usually depicts legal matters or partnerships. So either A- he is perhaps contemplating contract issues, perhaps regarding Seunghan- OR he is focused on nurturing and working on a relationship that may or may not have anything to do with SH. Either way, it seems he is doing so with a lot of anxiety and pain. Though he sees some results it is a painful process just in general.
Sohee
Justice
Oracle: Void of Course Moon
Sohee has been very simple lately and stable. In short, he is sitting and waiting. He does not tend to fluctuate as severely as the other members at the core once he has come to a verdict within himself. He understands that nothing he specifically says or does will alter anything at this point. So he is going to trust that whatever literal Justice is to be served will come to fruition with or without his assistance. He is very calm, maybe anxious deep down in that he can't do anything else- but accepting and firm in his stance.
Wonbin
Queen of Swords
Oracle: 10th House
Wonbin, as our #1 Seunghan supporter, seems to be hellbent on not giving up. I have pulled this queen for him before and pulled it again. I will say the same thing I have before, and it's that he will be very vocal about things. Anything he does or says is calculated and for a purpose. I have half a mind to believe he may do something drastic on his own to make himself abundantly clear. Where members like Sohee will avoid being scolded, he really does not care when it comes down to his ambitions. I really think if not us, the people around him are going to be on their toes because he will not be letting anything go anytime soon.
Anton
The Empress
Oracle: 6th House
Today, it seems as though Anton is taking care of himself physically, mentally, and just in general. He has been very emotional and stressed out lately, so I think he is taking the time to handle his responsibilities more carefully and remember to eat well. He may have had a spook in which he realized he has been neglecting himself in some ways. He not only will pay more attention to his own wellbeing but those very close to him today.
Shotaro
Page of Cups
Oracle: 4th house + Black Moon Lilith
This is a bit weird. It seems that either A: Shotaro will be the first to know some very shocking news, or B: he plans to do something fairly shocking or deliver said shocking news. There is something he may need to hide for a while, but the consensus is that it is relatively good? If I had to say what the general vibe for today only was, it is about having to keep a secret and/or wait for something to reveal itself. I have said it before, but Taro has a crazy intuition. He sees things before they occur. Idk why he saw, but hopefully, we can see it too soon.
No notes today. I'm sleepy
#astrology#kpop#tarot#riize is 7#riize is seven#smsupportsbullying#riize#seunghan#anton#eunseok#shotaro#sungchan#sohee#wonbin#bring back seunghan
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He nodded-- it was true, even just attempting to access data like that without the right clearance level could get them locked out of who knows what else... which, had he been by himself, was a risk Vash would have been fine taking. He would have been fine spending way too long sifting through personal messages and emails, just to maybe glance a fraction of a password. Would've camped out for ages on the off-chance someone was oblivious enough to say the wrong thing out loud, or let him catch the code off of a keypad--
But. He wasn't on his own here (thankfully), and Wolfwood offered some valuable insight and direction.
... aaaaas well as other things, apparently, because of course Vash's eyes would bounce when the undertaker mentioned his mass; dropping down to his chest and then immediately back up again, face screwing up in embarrassment. Dammit. W-well, at least splitting up might let them cool off...
Yeah, I can do that. Not exactly my first time crawling around through Eye facility ducts-- we're not going to be able to communicate like this once we split up, but there's another duct near the central hub, past where the junction box is; we can meet up around there.
... but the image of Wolfwood willingly tanking bullets hadn't left his mind quite yet, thoroughly stuck there like a Worm in a glue trap. And while he didn't think Wolfwood would go looking for trouble unless provoked or needed... the thought was still enough to make his stomach twist. Vash grabbed for the closest of the undertaker's sleeves, pinching what was left between two gloved fingers and tugging; a non-verbal request to look at me.
Blue eyes were just as plaintive as they were determined, even in the dark.
Don't... engage, if you can help it. Please. You've already been hurt enough today.
No, we should just get going. If they don't want anyone on the upper levels to know about the lower section, there won't be any information that we can access. If there is, it's locked up tight and probably way too risky to try to find.
Wolfwood shakes his head to match his thoughts. He's contemplative, scanning over the rooms on the map with a pensive expression.
The administrator up here was probably doing something way different than whoever was in charge down there. At best, I think the only thing we'd find are messages sent from one department to the other. And that's if we're lucky.
Honestly, the idea of traveling through vents stresses him out. It's nothing he can't handle, but usually he makes a lot of space with the Punisher on his back. Fighting in closed, small spaces isn't really something he practices often. Was it part of his training? Yes, but he doesn't really use it.
Now for strategy...
Are we splitting up here? I can take the direct route if you wanna go chew on wires. Could also crawl through vents, but I don't wanna get in the way. I'm... I have a little bit more body mass than you. You know, with my chest and all. Just a little harder for me.
#curtains up â§ă( ic )#unmade â§ă( main verse )#he might get burned but he's in the game â§ămothwood ( forgivenpunishment )#( vash vc: yesthankyou-- )
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sugar, spice and everything nice!
â navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlistÂ
pairing: pining! barista wooyoung x gn! customer reader
tags: when i was writing this i was thinking to myself, "hear me out -wooyoung as the local cafe barista who has a massive crush on you, him being so so delusional about it", and then i decided to roll with because i can write about that so please enjoy! <3
summary: wooyoung's a barista, you're a (his) regular and he thinks this is his chance at a cafe slow-burn romance.
word count: 1.6k words
+ 1
"what can i get started for you today?" wooyoung monotonously greets like clockwork, fingers hovered over the touchscreen.
"what would you recommend?" he lifts his eyes to meet your inquisitive ones. pointing to the chalkboard, wooyoung replied flippantly, "these are our cafe's specialties." your eyebrows furrowed, repeating, "i know. what would you recommend?"
he paused in his tracks, much like a dear in headlights, "uh..." his face burns from the focused stare you had pinned on him. unsure, he rambles, "everything's...delicious! my favorite is the latte paired with the apple crumble pie." this time round, wooyoung takes a proper look at you.
you're pretty cute, he observed, hands idly fiddling with the cloth tucked in the pocket of his apron.
"okay. i'll have that." he enters your (his) order, and hands you a receipt, directing you to the pickup counter as he prepares your items.
when he finally hands over your items, you sheepishly apologized, "sorry if i had troubled you earlier. i didn't know what to get since it is my first time here." wooyoung found it difficult to be mad, "oh...it's no problem at all. i can assure you that everything here is good."
"thanks so much, uhm...wooyoung." you glanced down at his nametag and then back up to express your gratitude. as you picked up your items, he nods and responds out of habit, "come by again!"
+ 2
wooyoung leans his weight against the counter, phone in his hand as he goes on about his day, "âyeah and i was saying...oh! wait."
his voice dies down when he hears the bell ring, thinking it was another customer. but as soon as his gaze lands on you, a confident smile replaces the nonchalant expression he once had.
"catch you in a bit, my favorite person is here." he ends the call, not bothering to hear his friend's complaint. you were one of his frequent customers, and also someone he's taken interest in. a little bit too much interest in though, ever since his first chance meeting with you. you have been coming in at least once or twice a week, and each time his heart soars when you're around.
"hey sweetheart, anything i can get for ya?" he props his head up with his hand, eyes never leaving you as you scrutinize the chalkboard menu, "sweetheart...is that a new nickname? i bet you call everyone sweetheart, right wooyoung?"
"nah, only for you." he assures, and he jumps when he sees the sides of your mouth twitch upwardsâno doubt holding back a grin. you rattle off your order, something he also knew by heart. this special order wasn't written on the menu, but something he had went out of his way to make for you, lying about a "secret" menu that only a few people (read: only you) knew.
"do you want anything else to go with that order? for you, it's on the house!" he gestured to the pastries at the display shelf and you teased, "are you sure about that? you're going to make a loss at this rate."
true, he was always offering to gift you a free pastry with your drink. not that it mattered because he'd gladly cover the cost with his salary just to see you smile.
"of course not. there wasn't much business today." a lie.
"and also, who else is going to taste my efforts?" partly the truth.
"i want to give one to you to cheer you on." absolute truth.
you relented, shaking your head, "okay, okay. you can pick one for me." he nearly swoons at the sight of you beaming at him, "of course." wooyoung prepares your orderâmaking small talk with youâhis silly smile never once disappeared in your presence.
"here you go." he hands them over to you, nearly dropping the items when your fingers brushed over his to collect your order. "thanks a bunch! i'll get going."
"bye...see you again!" he precariously leans over the counter, neck craning as you walked off. he sighs dreamily before having a "reality check" when another customer not-so-subtly coughs a distance away from him.
"sorry, what can i get for you today?"
+ 3
wooyoung checks his appearance against the reflection of the fridge by the back of the store, donning his apron on before stepping out. almost immediately, butterflies erupted in his chest when he spots you typing away on your laptop.
"hey." he smoothly greets you. you were seated at your usual space near the counter, a cup of tea beside you.
seems like today was a "no-procrastination day", judging from how your teapot was completely close to empty.
you raised your eyes to meet his, "hello! did you just start work?" he excitedly nods, then schools his expression not a second later, "yeah. need a refill?" he juts out his chin and you sighed, "yeah. your colleague had boiled the water a couple of times for me already."
so you've been here for a while now, wooyoung chews the inside of his cheeks to hide a triumphant smile. moving automatically, he grabs the hot kettle, "don't worry, i'll reheat your teabag as many times as you request me to." you beamed at him, "that would be nice."
"anything for you."
the next few hours passed by in a flash, yet the constant reminder that you were still sat there a great encouragement for wooyoung as he pushes through the dinner rush. as the last bit of the dinner crowd titters away, wooyoung makes his way to stand behind the counter to rest, standing opposite you. the empty dinner plate on your left made him smile knowing you were being fed well by him.
"how's it going?"
you hummed, "not bad! i think i'll go home and rest for a bit before i pull an all-nighter to complete this manuscript." wooyoung makes a face, "again?" you hid your chuckles behind your palm, "what do you mean 'again'? i swear i don't stay up late often."
"everytime you come here and stay here for nearly the whole day, you're most definitely pulling an all-nighter." he holds up a finger, as if to prove a point. "and secondly, you're drinking tea. because if you chugged coffee the whole day you'd be holed up in the toilet instead of doing your work." flabbergast at his statement, you reached over to playfully whack him, "wooyoung! how could you!"
he laughs, shoulders shaking and hands clutched over his stomach, "it's the truth!" you pouted, "you're too much...you didn't have to announce it to the world!"
wooyoung easily balances your plate and teapot on one hand, "i'm gonna be closing up soon, in about 30 minutes. will you be...making a move?"
your eyes comically widened, "it's that late?" a flick of your wrist shows the time on your watch, an amused wooyoung watching you.
"yeah, it is. you might as well wait till i finish clearing up and i'll send you to a bus stop or subway station," he offered, hoping he didn't sound too eager. "oh! that would be nice of you actually. is it alright?" you clasped your hands in front of you, a sparkle lighting up your eyes.
"of course."
+ 4
"are you closing?"
wooyoung had his back facing the door and he holds back a groan from the question. of course we're closing, he grumbles, the neon sign is already switched off and...
his thoughts trailed off when he spots you sheepishly standing by the door.
"what are you doing here this late?" wooyoung blurts out and you rubbed your neck nervously, "i was...craving an ice americano and also a..."
"let me guess. an apple crumble pie?" he teases, pretending to think hard about it. "exactly that." you levelled your gaze to meet his, eyes twinkling. but not a moment later you shook your head, "but if you're closing i'll goâ"
"how about i see what i can do for you?" the moment the sparkle in your eyes seemed to light up brighter, wooyoung thinks he'd better remember this moment for the rest of his life. he ushers you in, "you know, i realized you haven't been passing by here lately. i'm going to have to extend my working hours if you only appear at this time of the day. it's not good for my business."
"hey...! i've been busy, okay?" you huffed and wooyoung just laughs, "i'm kidding. business has been great too, since it's the holiday season more people have been coming in to try our limited time menu." he bustles around the counters, making your request all while you peered over to state at him.
you mused, "you don't sound happy about this good news." he smirked, playful tone lacing his words, "clearly, because i haven't been seeing you around." the oven dings behind him and he pulls out the tray.
"that doesn't look like an apple crumble." setting down the tray before you, he slides your drink up next to it as your confusion settled in.
"ice americano this late isn't good for your stomach. and we also ran out of apple pies so, i made you hot cocoa and reheated some of the milk bread i made just now."
a second passed and wooyoung was afraid he did something wrong. "is...it not to your liking? i should haveâ" "âno! no, i'm just touched that you'd go out of your way to do something like that."
wooyoung's triumphant smile stretched wide on his face, "then, please enjoy while i clean up the store."
in comfortable silence, you had your supper while he tidied up like clockwork: mopping the floors, putting away utensils, straightening tables and chairs and not to forget, glancing at you as you happily ate.
"how much is this?" you fished out your wallet and wooyoung was quick to grab it from you, "nuh uh. this one's on me. you don't owe me anything." arms coming to cross in front of you, you pouted, "fine, then how can i repay you?"
"let's go on a date. you can pay me back then."
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#ppumeonae-bigvibe#ateez#ateez wooyoung x reader#ateez jung wooyoung#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez fluff
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Boys in Bars
A/N: Hi Babes! :D So uhhâŚ.me again with the never say never....this one's a love I've had for...20 odd years and comes clad in yellow spandex....
Another one that was meant to live in the WIP and has taken on a life of its own...
I didn't tell @ken-dom this one was being shared, so she's probably gonna lose it....Sorry xD love you big much.
Sheâs still been mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist much like everything I've written over the last year and a half.
As always, this NSFW 18+ (Not yet but like...it's getting there ok?)
I wasn't gonna share it today, but with the digital DP&W release I felt I should and @coggedcorset aggressively encouraged as they do <3
Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shotsâŚ..so yeah, this will be multiple partsâŚ.Iâm just not sure on the final tally yet.
Enjoy my loves! <3Â
You sighed glancing down the length of the bar; Logan sat there, like he did every other night of the week. Silent and unmoving, save for occasionally reaching for the half empty bottle sat on the bar top.Â
Usually he minded his own business, and no one else paid him any mindâŚusuallyâŚthe bar wasnât particularly busy tonight, and you were bored.Â
You made your way down the bar on the opposite side, stopping where he sat. He glanced up, his brown eyes meeting yours for a brief second before they dropped again to examine a particularly interesting knick in the polished wood of the bar.Â
âYou should eat somethingâÂ
âNoâ he spoke into the bartop and you rolled your eyes
âMmm good, just going to destroy your liver twice as fast tonight, got itâÂ
You reached for the near empty bottle and his hand snapped out with lightning speed, the hint of his metal claws poking out between his knuckles; his fingers warm against the back of your handâŚtoo warm thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol running through his system.Â
âLeave itâ he nearly growled.Â
âWhat are you going to do, cut off my fingers?â you rolled your eyes pulling the bottle out of his reach. âYouâre doneâÂ
He snorted with a laugh âAm I?â claws retracting back under his skinÂ
You ignored him, dropping the bottle back in the well âThe spare bed is still made up upstairs if youâre interestedâÂ
âAre you giving me an option?â he quipped as you walked around the other end of the bar, going to lock the door and flip the sign to âCLOSEDâÂ
âSure,â you smiled sweetly and he cocked an eyebrow âThe couch is a little small, but I guess curled up on the floor is an option tooâÂ
He barked a laugh, louder than necessary, but given how much he had had to drink you were shocked he was coherent at all.Â
You flipped off the lights and the bar was cloaked in darkness, moonlight streaming in through the door and windows, giving you enough light to navigate back to where Logan still sat.Â
He sat up straighter as you came to stand over his shoulder, but made no move to stand. You wrapped an arm around his torso, draping a muscled arm around your shoulders as you heaved him to his feet; this hadnât been the first time and sadly you didnât think it would be the last either. The two of you had gotten into a bit of a routine since you had started working here regularly. He leaned heavily against your comparatively tiny frame as you grabbed his worn brown leather jacket with your free hand, draping it over your arm as you lead him to the narrow staircase, minding his feet, knowing full well that one stumble in his clunky work boots would send you both crashing to the bar floor and he was significantly harder to pick up from there.Â
âI swear you only make me do this on nightâs I wear heelsâ you muttered, using the wall to support yourself in the almost too narrow stairwell as you pulled him up with you.
âI can walkâ he slurredÂ
Despite his declaration, his weight leaned heavier against you and as if to prove your point, he misjudged the next step, toe catching on the lip of the step, sending him careening forward, forcing you to catch yourself against the wall, fingernails digging into the flesh of his hip to keep him from smashing his perfectly straight teeth on the stairs.Â
He grunted, catching himself on the wall on the other side without much success and you sighed as he righted himself.Â
âYou were saying?âÂ
âShut upâ he muttered as you reached the landing, wrenching the heavy wood door open that led to your tiny apartment.Â
âYou should really fix thatâ he mumbled as you dragged him into the dark room before flipping on the light and kicking the door closed with your foot
âIâll get right on itâ you sighed, finally letting go of the grip youâd had around his waist, causing him to stumble slightly as you reached to pull your heels off. âYou know where your bed isâ you yawned, draping his jacket over the nearest chair.
âMy bed?â he repeated to the back of your head as you made your way to the bathroom.Â
You turned only enough to look over your shoulder at him standing on surprisingly steady feet, the first three or four buttons of his plaid shirt undone and you had to force yourself to meet his eye.Â
Heâs drunk the little voice in the back of your mind whispered It would be unethicalÂ
You snorted at your own inner monologue before answering him âWell, no one else spends as many nights hereâÂ
This seemed to be answer enough for him as he sat with a heavy thump on the couch, bending to untie his boots before kicking them off, leaving them haphazardly strewn on the living room floor.Â
You made your way down to the bathroom, closing the door most of the way behind you as you ran the hot water to wash your face and change.Â
When you reemerged, you found Logan sitting on the edge of the spare bed, leaned against the headboard, snoring softly.Â
You giggled softly and seriously considered leaving him there, but thought better of it.Â
âLogan,â you whispered, touching his arm gently, careful to keep clear of his hands. Nearly being impaled once when you startled him awake the first time he had spent the night was enough.
He hadnât even stirred at your touch.Â
You sighed âAny other night and youâd almost take my head offâ you muttered
You grunted bending to lift his legs up on the bed and he mumbled something in his sleep as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. Pulling the comforter up around his shoulders you turned off the small lamp next to the bed, nearly jumping out of your skin hearing a slurred âThanksâ from where he laid.
âJust donât puke on my bedâÂ
You heard him scoff with a laugh as you made your way to your own bed, drifting off to sleep almost as quickly as he had.Â
***
You turned over in your sleep with a heavy sigh through your nose; a heaviness pressing on your mid-section. You blinked sleep from your eyes as you took a deep breath as you turned over, you jumped slightly when your nose nearly brushed against Loganâs as he slept.Â
Your shoulders sagged as you sighed a second time, his arm still heavy across your middle as you studied his face in the dark. His face was weatheredâŚnot that you blamed him, you knew heâd been through the ringer before he ever graced a stool at the bar. Some he talked about, most he didnâtâŚyou assumed. He was handsome still though, ruggedly so. You watched as his forehead creased with worry; he was dreaming.Â
He dreamt a lot, or more accurately had nightmares a lot. You wondered if he thought the drinking helped; they seemed to be worse on the nightâs he drank heavierâŚyou had tried pointing that out once and nearly lost a limb because of it. Logan wasnât the mostâŚlevel headed man; although you could say with absolute certainty that he wouldnât ever hurt youâŚanymore.
You turned over to the best of your ability, still trapped under the dead weight of his arm. He hadnât even noticed, just carried on mumbling incoherently in his sleep, jerking slightly. You reached with a hand to brush your thumb gently across his cheek and his features softened instantly as he relaxed under your touch.Â
âShhhâ you cooed, feeling his fingers twitch slightly against the small of your back âItâs okay, youâre safeâ you whispered, his arm instinctively squeezing tighter, pulling you closer.Â
It was that exact moment that it occurred to you that Logan was no longer wearing a shirtâŚ.or pantsâŚ
You pressed your lips together in a hard line, wanting nothing more than to shake him awake and immediately demand an explanation, but you didnât. This hadn't been the first time you had woken up with Logan next to youâŚ. although it was a first for him to be sparsely clothed.Â
Instead, and in spite of yourself, you settled more comfortably against him, tucking your head under his chin and closed your eyes, letting the heat radiating from him lull you back to sleep.
***
The sun streamed in through the window far too early, and you cursed yourself for not remembering to close the curtains the night before.Â
You tried to roll over on your back and were met with a wall of resistance. Very warm resistance.Â
You shifted with a scoff, reaching to shove him.Â
âGod, get off me, you're so hotâ you whined, trying in vain to move away.Â
A grunt of response over your shoulder as Logan stirred awake. âFuckâ he growled, shielding his eyes from the light against your shoulder.Â
âThat's what you get for drinking half the barâ you quipped, immediately gasping with surprise as his teeth found purchase in that same shoulder and you twisted away, turning to face him.Â
âDonât bite me you weirdoâÂ
He smirked sleepily with a shrug âDidn't seem to mind it much last timeâ
âLast time doesn't countâ you muttered and he snorted with a laugh
âJust because you say it doesn't count doesn't mean it didn't happenâ
âShut upâ you snapped, attempting to pull yourself up out of bed, and failing; Logan's strong arm keeping you pinned against his chest. âYou were drunkâÂ
âIf memory serves, so were youâ he whisperedÂ
âYeah well,â you shrugged against him âThatâs the thing about memories isnât it?âÂ
He sighed against your neck, his warm breath causing your skin to ripple with goosebumps
You closed your eyes and sighed as his fingertips toyed lazily with the fabric of your t-shirt âLoganâ you breathed and he hummed questioningly against the hollow behind your ear
âDonât,â you sighed heavily âW-we canâtâÂ
Another hum as you turned your head and the tip of his nose dragged along the line of your jaw.
âLoganâŚâ you repeated; noses nearly touching at this pointÂ
âWhy not?â he whispered, lips brushing against yours as he spokeÂ
You could feel your whole body flush with heat as you swallowed hard; mustering up enough willpower to push him back gently by the shoulders; his brown eyes searching your face.Â
âBecause we said we wouldnât, remember?â your voice was soft, but the words were shaky, you were on the verge of cracking and you had no doubt he knew it. You needed to move, needed to get out from under the delicious weight of his torso, needed to put space between youâŚ.
You cleared your throat and wriggled out from under his arm, throwing the blanket back as you clumsily got to your feet.Â
âCâmon,â he coaxed, propped on an arm âWeâre both adultsâÂ
âYes, exactlyâ you nodded in agreement as you turned away, pushing your hair back off your face âAdults who make informed sober decisionsâÂ
âI prefer your drunken decisionsâÂ
âYou wouldâ you scoffed âGet out of my bedâ
âThatâs not what you said last-â
âWill you shut up about last time?!â You snapped
âYouâre bitchy in the morningâ he mumbled climbing out of the bed on the other side.Â
âThatâs rich coming from youâ you rolled your eyes in spite of facing away from him as you pulled on a pair of jeans from the night before.
You came around the end of the bed, pushing around him as you pulled open the drawer to your dresser, digging for a clean shirt before looking up at him âTurn aroundâÂ
He scrunched his nose slightly âWhy?â
âWhat do you think this is, a peep show?âÂ
âNothing I havenât seen beforeâÂ
âOh my godâ you rolled your eyes again and Logan just shrugged
âWell it isnâtâÂ
You sighed, not really having time to argue, you pulled your t-shirt over your head, dropping it on the floor at your feet. You looked up at Logan and he wasnât looking back, you had been ready to give him shit until you noticed his eyes were fixed on your collarbone, and the ugly scar that disappeared under your bra strap. You pulled the clean shirt on, the scar covered underneathâŚat least most of the way; half an inch or so still poked out from under the deep v of your shirt. Loganâs eyes hadnât moved.Â
âItâs fineâ you spoke softly, snapping him from his thoughts and he met your eye. His usual grumpy scowl was more of a pout. âItâs fineâ you repeatedÂ
He just grunted in response and you made to move around him to finish getting ready. âEveryone knows I shouldnât be allowed around sharp objectsâ you joked with a gasp as he grabbed your wrist as you walked by, stopping you from going any further and turning you to face him. He towered over you, the man was unnaturally largeâŚyou often wondered how you managed to haul him up here multiple nights a week by yourself.Â
He hadnât pulled you against him, but he stood closeâŚtoo close.Â
The hand not holding your wrist slowly reached to push back the collar of your shirt, exposing more of your scar. Your free hand reached to close over his, keeping it in place.Â
The room was quiet for a beat before you spoke again, neither of you moved.Â
âThatâs not whyâ you whispered; you were looking at him, but he was looking at the jagged raised skin across your collarbone.Â
You curled your fingers around his hand still resting against your chest. âI figured you would have forgottenâ your voice still softÂ
His eyes met yours then, no hint of humor in his features.Â
âItâs fine,â you smiled gently âI livedâÂ
âBarelyâ he finally spokeÂ
âWell thatâs what I get for trying to wake Edward Scissorhands from a nightmareâÂ
He just glaredÂ
âCome on grump,â you changed the subject turning toward the door âPut some clothes on, you owe me breakfastâÂ
âOwe you?â he repeated, letting you walk awayÂ
âYeah,â you nodded, turning to look over your shoulder as you stood in the doorway âAnd I know most places have a pretty lax dress code, but I donât think yellow boxer briefs are gonna cut itâÂ
***
Despite having gone your separate ways after breakfast, Logan found his way back to his favourite bar stool by nine thirty. You watched him reach over the bar top and grab the bowl of peanuts you kept tucked underneath for when he inevitably showed his face. He had changed, you noticed, swapping the red flannel heâd had on this morning for a blue one.Â
You handed the guy across from you his change as he blatantly looked down the front of your top and you fought the urge to deck him as he dropped a twenty on the bartop.Â
âSo..uh,â he started and you would bet it took every ounce of strength he had in him to meet your gaze âWhat time do you get off?âÂ
You laughed lightly taking the money off the bar and shook your head âNo thanksâÂ
âWhat?â he pressed, âYou got like a boyfriend or something?âÂ
âOr somethingâ you smiled politelyÂ
âWell heâs not here is he?â the guy tried againÂ
âWell,â you shrugged, scrunching your nose and glanced down the bar before looking back to him.Â
âThat guy?â his face twisting in disapproval as he looked down the bar at Logan who was finishing off his first round of peanuts. âYou know who that is donât you?âÂ
You raised your eyebrows, straightening your stanceÂ
âHe-â
âYou can leave nowâ you cut him off âThank youâÂ
âBut-â he looked from you down to Logan and back at youÂ
âWhat can I say,â you smiled âI like âem sloppyâÂ
The guy opened his mouth to say something more and thought better of it, closing it again.Â
âWise choiceâ you rolled your eyes before turning on your heel and making your way down to the end of the bar where Logan sat.Â
âFancy meeting you hereâ you smiled setting his usual glass in front of him and refilling the empty bowlÂ
He took the glass, nearly draining it before putting it back down âYou changedâÂ
You laughed lightly with a shrug, handing him the whiskey bottle. âThis outfit gets me better tipsâÂ
He looked up with a raised eyebrow as you gently tossed the twenty youâd just been given on the bar in front of him. âDoesnât have pockets though, hold on to that for me, would you?âÂ
âWhat do I look like, a bank?â he grumbledÂ
âNo,â you smirked âBut I owe youâÂ
His eyes narrowed again as he studied your face âYouâre giving me your tip money?âÂ
âNo,â you said againÂ
âBut you owe me?â he asked, lines in his forehead deepeningÂ
You giggled, walking around the bar, intentionally walking too close to where he sat, brushing against his broad shoulder. You knew you were flirting with disaster, but you had started to regret not taking him up on his offer this morningâŚ.against your better judgmentâŚand getting under Loganâs skin was so easy, sober or not.Â
âStop itâ he warnedÂ
You stopped mid stride, chest purposefully pressed against his shoulder. âWhat?âÂ
He glared and you smirked âYou're so easy to rileâ you teased, messing up his hair âI thought it was nothing you haven't seen beforeâ
âYou wanna play this game?â He narrowed his eyesÂ
âWho's playing?â You leaned to whisper next to his ear.Â
He growled and you giggled before walking away to make your rounds.
#fic#logan howlett#logan x reader#logan wolverine#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#hugh jackman wolverine
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âGood, cause I donât wanna stop.â
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ellie williams x fem!reader | friends with benefits
casual m.list | tlou m.list
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The next morning when you arrived at work, Ellie had a shit eating grin plastered on her face. Your ears burned bright red as you avoided eye contact, you could already imagine what she was going to say. You didnât know Ellie that well but you had grown accustomed to her sly and teasing remarks.
You made your way to the back room so you could get ready for your shift and of course, Ellie followed you in. You hoped this wasnât going to be a regular thing..
âDonât,â you said sternly as you shoved your heavy duffel into the tiny locker.
âWhat?â Ellie raised and eyebrow and her smirk grew wider as she caught a glimpse of your annoyed scowl, âI didnât say nothinâ, doll.â
You rolled your eyes as your tied your hair up, leaving your bangs out, âJust donât Ellie, not today.â
Ellie watched as you struggled with the elastic, âHere.. let me.â
You sighed, defeated, âFine, but donât be getting any ideas.â
âI wonât, promise,â she smiled and took the elastic from you, putting it in between her lips as her calloused fingers brushed through your hair.
This was weird, you thought, the two of you arenât dating but you sure as hell arenât friends. The two of you should be rivals but here she is, gently putting your hair up in a ponytail..
âAll done, doll.â
âThanks,â you muttered as you inspected the ponytail in the mirror.
âNow, I scratched your back so you gotta scratch mine,â you groaned loudly, of course, like everything else with Ellie, there was a catch.
âNo, no way.â
âOh, come on! It isnât a big favour..â she grabbed your hand as you tried to walk away, pulling you in between her legs, âPlease?â
God damn it, how could you say no to her when sheâs looking at you like that.. her pretty green eyes looking up at you through long, naturally curled lashes.
You look away, âFine.. what is it?â
âWhyâd you like my post?â her pink lips curled into that sly grin again.
She knew damn well what you were doing, why else would you be stalking her profile..but you would never admit to that so you decided to play dumb, âWhat post?â
Ellie rolled her eyes, âYou know what Iâm talkinâ about.. dont play stupid.â
âN-No I donât.. I mustâve fallen asleep on my phone..â
Ellie knew that there was no way to get you to admit to it, âFine, fine.. whatever you say, Y/n.â
You nodded and went back to trying to jam your duffel into the locker when you felt her strong hands on your waist and her breath on your neck, âJust know, you coulda had the real thing,â your face turned pink as you watched her exit the locker room.
Damn it.
The rest of your shift was pretty uneventful. The only thing worth while was when Manny came in to get a new guitar, he chatted to you about how the bartender at this bar across town is mad at him because apparently, he is infatuated with her sister, a waitress.
âThat your band mate,â Ellie leaned against the counter as you wiped it.
âYeah, thatâs Manny, thought you knew him.. I mean they all seem to know you,â your giggle was ended abruptly as you met Ellieâs fierce gaze, âUh, sorry..â
She smirked, âItâs fine, believe what you want.â
Ellie pushed herself off the counter and made her way back to her office and didnât emerge until it was time to close shop.
The street lamps flickered in the background, Slowdive played over the speakers as the two of you moved around each other, straightening things up and counting out your drawer.
âNight,â you waved at Ellie, whoâs back was turned from you, as you ventured into the cold, damp night.
âHey, Jess, think you can pick me up? I donât see any taxis.. pretty sure itâs too late for the buses too..oh.. uh, yeah.. yeah, sh-sheâs here.. what?? No, Jesse stoâ!â
Before you could tell Jesse not to ask Ellie if she could give you a ride, he hung up and then in the corner of your eye through the shopâs glass windows you saw her pick up her phone and nod.
A minute later, she locked up and had her worn out Carthartt jacket wrapped around her shoulders, âCome on, letâs get ya home.â
âY-you donât have to, uh, I could just call Abby or Manâ.â
Ellie let out an exasperated sigh, âJust get in.â
You nod and hopped into her van, âThanks.â
âWhatever, I owed Jesse one anyway.â
What the fuck was her deal? Earlier she was all sweet on you, tying your hair up and teasing you, now, sheâs acting like you just beat her dad to death with a golf club or somethingâŚ
The ride was silent, only the generic pop music bumping on the radio filled it. After a good half hour, she pulled over.
âY-you wanna come up? Uh, Jesse and Dina arenât here, theyâre at a concert but um.. you donât have to if you dont wanna..â you shyly said, you didnât have any ill intention behind it, you just felt bad about her having to go out of her way to drop you off.
âNah, donât wanna piss your band mates off,â she let out a dry chuckle.
âJust.. come on, Iâll make you something to eat.â
In the blink of an eye, Ellie was by your side, âWell, canât pass up free food.â
You laughed a little, the mention of food seemed to perk her up a bit.
The apartment was nice and warm, Dina mustâve turned on the heater as Jesse was too much of a cheapskate.
âWhat do you wanna eat? We haveâŚ. um⌠instant ramen..â
Ellie laughed a little, âThatâs it?â
âShut up.. now do you want chicken or pork..â
âChicken.â
Having dinner with Ellie wasnât so bad, the two of you watched an anime and it turns out, Ellie is a complete nerd. You could tell she was trying to hid it but you could hear her murmuring the lyrics of the intro as she slurped up her ramen. It was kinda cute. If things kept going like this, you could see a potential friendship blooming.
âThanks for⌠dinner,â she said as she pulled her coat back on.
You nodded and leaned against the wall, âYeah⌠itâs the least I could do..â
âWell, I could think fo something else, âshe smirked.
âKeep dreaming, WIlliams,â you giggled.
Just as you were about to kick her out, a flash flood warning popped up on the screen, the newscaster repeated that the roads in downtown Seattle were unfit for driving⌠oh, fuck.
Ellieâs smirk only widened as she read that, âGuess that means I gotta stay the night, doll.â
âNo way, we arenât even in down town Seattle,â you rolled your eyes as you tried to push her out.
âWhat..? Youâre kicking me out? I could.. I could die, Y/n! Do you want me to die?!â
You sighed, âNo, butâ!â
âGuess that means Iâm stayin,â she smiled, kicked off her boots again and headed straight to your room.
âNo, no, no, Ellie! Out! Get out!â you tugged at her sleeve.
âHey, is my shirt still here?â She rummaged around, âAh, cool..â
Before you could protest once again, Ellie was pulling her shirt off and all words left your mind.
âTake a picture, itâll last longer,â god, she was so corny.
You scoffed, âGet out, Williams.â
âNo way, itâs cold out therâ,â then as if right on cue, the power went out, âAnd thereâs no heat, I donât wanna freeze to death.. we gotta use body heat to stay alive, Y/n. This is a matter of life and.. well, death..â she said daramatically.
She really was godâs favourite, wasnât she?
âFine but, keep your clothes on.â
âYes, maâam.â
The two of you crawled into your bed, the warm soft sheets enveloping your bodies and just as you were about to drift off you felt something cold and clammy touch your calf, you jumped up.
âWoah, woah, whatâs wrong?â Ellie sat up, her hair already messy as she looked at you through foggy eyes.
You pulled up the blankets to see her feet, âEllie, why the fuck are your feet so god damn cold, you almost gave me a heart attack.. thought you were that thing from that anime..â
Ellie let out a snort as she rubbed her eyes, âYouâre funny.â
You grumbled and pushed her feet off you, only for it to come back.
That night, you spent fighting her cold feet.
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âY/nnnnn, wake upppppppp,â you felt hands around your waist and hot breath against your neck.
âGet off of me, Ellie,â you grumbled.
âNah, donât wannaâŚâ you felt her soft lips press kisses against your neck, one of her hands drifted under your shirt.
You whimpered a bit then her raspy voice whispered, âStill wanât me to stop, doll?â
âNo..â
You could feel her smile against your neck, âMm, good, cause I donât wanna..â
There was no way in hell the two of you could be just friends.
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not my best work but i PROMISE the next chapter will be better, this was just kind of a bridge for the next one which will involve contracts, more band beef, and ellie being softer perhaps??
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Hey đđ wondering if you could write something where Damian and reader have been trying to have a baby for so long, and they've done all the treatments, but nothing ever worked, so theyâve stopped "trying". And then she ends up pregnant randomly, and her gift to him on Christmas is a positive test or a cute onesie or whatever, and it takes him a minute to actually believe her đđ
i love this request so much! working on it!
damian priest x reader
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
âźď¸mention of infertility, pregnancy, pregnancy sickness, a little angst, mention of smut, fluff and comfortâźď¸
early christmas present
one year and a half.
one year and a half of you and damian trying to have a family together. one year and a half of you going from doctor to doctor, clinic to clinic and changing different treatments and yet nothing ever happened.
maybe it wasnât meant to be. maybe you and damian werenât fit to be parents and this was the sign. maybe it wasnât meant for you to be a mother in this lifetime, no matter how much you wanted to be.
and you spent a year and a half blaming yourself. you reached to a point where you tried to break up with damian, saying how he deserved someone who could give him a family.
he thought you were crazy when you said that. he loved you so much and the idea of losing you was killing him, so, after a lot of therapy sessions, sleepless nights crying in each otherâs arms, you came to the conclusion that it wasnât really meant to be and that there was nothing you could do about it.
the idea of being infertile never crossed your mind so it was a big shock to you but as time passed by, you learned how to live with that and instead of focusing on the bad things, you took your life back.
a few people in the company knew or more - heard - about you and damian not being able to have kids and tried to suggest you many different options, from adoption to surrogacy but even if they seemed having good intentions, it pain you to know that your own problems became public domain.
you and damian lived your life. he promised to stay by your side and he did. he knew how much you wanted this and he was hurting at the idea of you feeling like it was your fault.
you found strength to take your mind off of that and focusing on different things. helping damian training, having dates like it was your first time together, spending much needed time in each otherâs company. all the little things you loved that felt lost a year ago.
passionate nights with damian, him reminding you how much he loved you and appreciated you. you felt like yourself again and you got used of being just you and him, even if it meant for the rest of your life.
about a week ago you got sick. thinking it was just a normal cold, you let it go. but it got worse when the delicious smell of fresh bread and coffee became unbearable for you and got you nauseous every single morning.
âstomach issues again?â damian softly asked when he saw the disgust painted on your face.
âi think soâŚit smells so bad damianâ you tried to joke when damian backed off so he could drink his coffee without making you feel worse.
âdo you want me to make you something else? eggs? bacon? pancakes? anything you like?â he was so caring with you but the idea of eating made you even sicker.
âi feel like i could throw up the whole menuâ you said making him laugh âi booked an appointment for today, iâm having a check up, maybe i got some virus or somethingâŚnothing too seriousâ you tried to remain calm but the idea of being sick for so long made you worry.
âi wish i could come with you but i promised rhea i would help her trainâŚlet me call her so i can come with youâ he was about to pick up the phone but you stopped him.
âitâs not necessary damian, i promiseâ you smiled âshe needs you, iâll see you later on tonightâ he knew that you wouldnât have let him ditch rhea for a simple check up and he knew that no matter what he said, you wouldnât let him come.
he nodded, moving the coffee away so he could properly kiss you before you left the house.
a couple of hours later and you were sitting in your car, watching the people passing by as you were trying to elaborate what the doctor just told you.
you werenât sick - you were pregnant.
you were pretty sure it was impossible for you but all the tests the doctor ran turned positive.
how?
when?
your mind was racing and you couldnât stop the million thoughts that were going through it.
sure, you and damian stopped having sex with condoms when you were trying to have a baby and when you learned that you couldnât have kids you never really cared about safe sex anyway.
but how did it happen if you were infertile?
the doctor didnât have a proper answer and he already scheduled some appointments to keep you checked, saying that it was almost a miracle.
right now, you were thinking about damian.
how were you going to tell him?
many ideas crossed your mind. from a mug with âbest dadâ, to a small t-shirt or maybe even a teddy bear.
you wanted to make this special for him too so when you crossed a shoe store on your drive back home, you decided to stop and get some inspiration. immediately your eyes fell upon a baby version of the black nike sneakers he had and you thought it was going to be an awesome gift.
your baby wasnât even born and yet you were buying matching shoes for them and damian. while wrapping the box, the sale assistant smiled at you, unconsciously knowing that you had in mind.
you couldnât contain your excitement and enthusiasm so you tried to speed back home.
too much surprise damian was already back and he was watching something show when you entered the front door.
his eyes immediately fell upon you, remembering you had the visit that morning.
âhey mi amorâ he smiled âhow are you? feeling better? what did the doctor say?â thousands of questions immediately echoed in the room, making you chuckle.
âone question at a time damianâ you smiled sitting next to him on the couch âiâm feeling better, thanks, and the doctor gave me an explanation on why i keep getting sick, especially in the morningâ you tried not to be so excited but it was hard.
âso?â damian was worried. he couldnât understand why you were so happy and smiley.
instead of giving him an answer, you took the box right out of your bag and gave it to him âlet say this is an early christmas presentâŚand also the reason on why iâm always so sickâ you watched him look between you and the box âcome on, open itâ you smiled.
damian carefully opened the small box and for a moment his heart stopped.
mini shoes? he wasnât understanding.
and then it clicked.
âwhat? how? is this real?â his eyes moved between your now teary eyes and the little shoes he was holding in his hands âis it real?â
you nodded, not being able to find enough words.
âweâre gonna be parents?â he asked, now fully already knowing the answer.
âyesâŚâ your voice broke a little but the joy filling the room was worth all of the tears you were shedding.
âthis is the best gift i could ever ask forâ he wrapped you in his arms and held you as you both cried of joy.
âi already booked the next appointments. the doctor wants to run some more tests and try to understand how i actually got pregnantâŚand we have an ultrasound appointment in a week tooâŚweâre gonna see the baby soonâ you cried onto damianâs shoulder.
âfuck, i love you so much mi amorâ he quickly wiped off his tears before softly kiss your lips âand i canât believe you got us matching shoesâ he bursted out laughing.
âi canât wait to get you matching clothes, matching pjs, matching socks, everything gonna be matchingâ you joked, making him even happier.
damianâs hand went over your belly âi canât wait to meet you babyâŚâ he softly spoke making your heart warm âyou are already so lovedâŚwe love you so much, mama and papaâŚi canât believe iâm saying thisâ he was still high on emotions and you couldnât blame him.
maybe it really was a christmas miracle.
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Those Late Summer Nights | Chapter 20
satoru gojo x f!reader x suguru geto
plot: moving to the city from a small town was no easy feat, especially to start teaching as a jujutsu sorcerer.
a/n: part 2, aka the continuation is now in process. warning for newcomers: this is a yandere story with dark (non-con, violence) themes. read on with caution. this story does not romanticise either concept.
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20. Promise
[3 months later]
You have never been one for goodbyes, but life as it had turned out, had already forced you to do so not once, but twice already.
The first time was voluntary; when you had left your sleepy hometown and the long-haunting corrupt influence far behind. It seemed like such a good decision back then, when you at long last, had obtained that prized referral to work at one of the countryâs most prestigious Jujutsu institutions. It almost seemed too good to be true, and maybe thatâs because it was, because, just like everything else in your lifeâall of the highs had to come downâinviting the lows to linger, to fester, to⌠rot.
The second time wasnât by your own choice, however, but something far, far worse. If you were being honest, you couldnât have made sense of your situation if you tried. Forced to flee from Tokyo following an obsession that went too far, the ever-lasting consequences of summer had consumed your life to the point where you were once again left a victim of an unrequited influence out of your control.
Youâve had plenty of time to think about just how exactly it all went wrong, too, and just for a while, you were happy to appoint the self-blame. In a twisted sense, you believed that it was your fault for trying to naively infiltrate a jaded world with such fresh hope. Maybe it was wrong of you to have dreamt of a better life; maybe you should never have tried with Jujutsu to begin with. Perhaps you should have taught the ordinary future generations of today because, it wasnât like they didnât matter, too. They were more responsible for future cursed energy than they even knew.
âŚBut then again, how were you supposed to know that you were going to be so entangled between⌠them?
It wasnât as though you set out to ruin your own life, after all. It was out of your control from the very second you let your guard downâfrom the moment that you placed your trust in the two people you shouldnât have. That couldnât have been on you, though. Surely not.
You did suppose, however, that in some sort of twisted sense, that your return to the city (albeit against your will) could have been considered a reunion of sorts when you were met with those chilling blue eyes once more. What was once a calm blue sea guiding the way now turned out to be a violent stormâits waves dragging you into the murky depths, anchoring you within itâbut not quite letting you drown, at least not yet. You instead were trapped. Imprisoned in a floating limbo, forced to endure whatever⌠this⌠all was. It was humiliating, perhaps even insulting and you berated yourself mentally every single passing day for not fighting back against Satoru fucking Gojo when he confronted you back in Osaka, but then again, that same pressing question begged your rationality once more; how exactly were you ever supposed to go against someone like him to begin with?
Someone like him, who had the entire world of Jujutsu wrapped right around his finger.
As bleak as it all sounded, as harsh as the reality reigned true; you never had a chance to begin with, did you? Whether you ran away or stayed behindâit would have likely gone this way, because⌠after a summer of getting to know him, you of all people knew the truth (from learning it the hard way), that Satoru Gojo always got what he wanted.
You sighed as your eyes rolled back to glare at the fluorescent-lit ceiling, the pale flickering glow straining against your eyes. It was almost comedic with how dramatically it all came undone, like it was some sort of sick joke and you were the unsuspecting punchline right at the very end. Tokyo was supposed to be your fresh start away from the monotonous flow of small-town politics and its corrupt influence, so why on earth did it follow you here, too? You did everything right, after all, you studied hard and you persevered, you earned your place in the world, and just as it all finally began to fall into place⌠it unraveled. It was truly as though the string that you delicately wove through the passage of life was on its last thread, destined to snap from the moment it all connected.
(There was never a chance. There was always something in the way.)
You sat up, trying to avoid the light only to catch a flash of it reflected in the sleek black tiled floors. Closing your eyes in frustration, you tried to think back to the good times. You did suppose that the city was technically everything you had otherwise fantasised it to be; loud, noisy, and bustling with endless life. It was a far cry from the watchful and prying eyes of your quaint town. There was something⌠special about Tokyo because you were able to simply just⌠disappear, as one fleeting face of many, a living ghost blurring in and out of the crowd as you had pleased, free at last.
For it to have been taken away just from the introduction of three people, was almost hilarious. It was funny how that all worked. Just three people. Three.
Shoko, bless her heart, was your first real friend who guided you into the person that you desperately yearned to be. Someone both caring yet unrestricted from the confines of a sheltered former adolescence and then, guiding you into the further depths of it all, was⌠them.
Ah, Suguru Geto. If only you knew, huh? You laid back down with your head now slightly throbbing with a faint aura; the beginning of a migraine. These damned lights. So brooding and mysterious he wasâit was a shame that he had to turn out the way that he didâa nightmare disguised as a dream. Was it your fault for admiring him from a distance initially? Did you somehow fall victim to some sort of manipulative act, when you found his calm, almost contemplative personality to be a comfort? His suffocating presence wasnât something you could quite predict, after all, so possessive and longing, yet somehow subtly so. To have eluded the perceptive gaze of Shoko and even Satoru was almost impressive, but unsurprising because even he managed to fool you at times. Oh, how crazy he made you feel, even for just doubting him at all.
Then there was Satoru Gojo. Ah, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru⌠Oh, so ever loud and energetic, Satoru⌠Truth be told, you found him overwhelming at first, but there was a certain quality of his that drew you in. He was good at both carrying the conversation as well as involving you within it, making you feel special when the attention landed on you for just a second and dare you say, even⌠validated. Just like Suguru however, he couldnât keep up the act for very long, though, even if he did crumble last. In some ways, he was the most volatile one out of both of them, because beyond that playful facade that he let on, was something else that bubbled and simmered beneath the surface. It was hard to tell at times, but it was certainly there.
Something that wasnât quite calm, but maybe tender. Something that was⌠vulnerable and whatever it was, it made him dangerous to be around.
So in the end, if you had to truly reflect, then maybe it was all three of you that were at fault.
All three of you were that were victims of losing yourself in an attempt to look for something meaningful in that endless, unforgiving city. All three of you were subjected to the quickly fleeting addiction that you could never quite hold onto, of being both seen and understood. It was no wonder that you opened up too quickly and too soon, slipping on that pair of rose-tinted glasses longer than you should have. Maybe if you took them off when you had the chance, then you too, could have been yet another passing soul in and out of their lives, but you werenât.
You got attached and so did they, and now, for a lack of better words, it wasnât just your life that was ruined, but theirs too. All together, the three of you floated around in an unending, aimless drift, leaving Shoko to pick up the pieces (as usual).
The migraine faded and never thankfully developed, but you still grimaced at the light that flickered all the same. He was home, but not close just yet. All of those riches that lined his pockets and he couldnât afford to screw in a better bulb for the lights or at least opt for something warmer and less clinical. You wanted to punch that light, to let it shatter and paint the room in a much-needed night, but you couldnât. So instead, you were illuminated and exposed, plunged into the spotlight, forced to look at the pretty little cell he had confined you to.
Such continuous misery left you wondering if your life could have been⌠maybe⌠better if you followed Suguru. In a way, you missed his pretty lies because he at least tried to offer you comfort and see you for who you truly were, but he also hurt you, so you couldnât forgive him. Twice. He hurt you twice and yet, your mind still drifted to him at times. Why? You couldnât make sense of itâof himâof the very same man who despite forcing you to bury your past behind and move onâsurely had an issue with never letting you go, with never letting anything that ever happened to you⌠go.
Did this therefore make Satoru better or worse? You didnât even know anymore. They were both equal runner-ups for the worst human being, that much was for certain. Suguru may have been involved from the start, but he was nothing like Satoru, who was always watching right from the start, more closely than you, or anyone else had ever known. Those burning blue eyes so focused yet serene, locked on you in a way that almost felt invasive. If Suguru was the storm, then Satoru must have been the cataclysm itself.
Devastating. Consequential. Unforgiving.
Indeed, you were never free.
All of the hope, all of the dreamsâeverything else that fell in betweenânone of it was ever real.
The only thing that had ever remained consistent throughout this whole experience was the part where Satoru told you that he would never, ever let you go.
The lights above you were now starting to buzz and crackle, fading in and out with every muffled thud. He was approaching. Suddenly, you regretted spending so much time reflecting on the aftermath of your life yet again, knowing that you had spent yet another day moping around, thinking of them, of him⌠knowing fully well that you were never truly alone.
Satoru would reunite with you every night, on clockwork, never late and always on time.
His voice was calm, always welcoming yet never inviting. You always found yourself flinching as he greeted you, wanting nothing more than to be left alone for the night. Just one night was all you asked him forâit was all you begged for at one pointâfor him to not talk to you, for him to not⌠touch you. A single night was all that you asked for, a break from having to play pretend.
âAh, [name],â Satoru cooed, lowering an unwinding staircase that revealed a mocking glimpse of the room just above. A faint reminder of just how close the surface was, yet so inaccessible. The entrance operated on a motor, using some sort of secret code. There was a dial pad inside of the basement he kept you in as a failsafe just in case it locked him in, but try as you might to crack the code, you never guessed it right and every time you failed, it sent an alert to him. âYou havenât moved an inch from where I left you last! Didnât I tell you about the importance of needing to stretch, even if itâs just for a minute or two a day?â
âPlease just let me go,â you croaked out weakly, knowing that he wasnât going to oblige, let alone even humour you.
Predictably ignoring your request, he walked over to you, setting down a plain white plastic bag right where you lay, strategically positioning it so that you could spot your favourite snacks and drinks poking out.
âItâs been a hell of a long day, you know,â he continued, adopting a softer tone that almost sounded hopeful, âdid you miss me?â
You closed your eyes in an attempt to block him out. âYou already know the answer to that one, donât you?â
Satoru snorted a half-laugh, seeming annoyed but also amused. âYouâll have to admit it one day, [name],â he reminded, âthe sooner you learn to⌠adapt, the sooner itâll start to look up for you, and maybe, just maybeâŚâ he trailed off, letting the beginning of a promise hang, âIâll let you see your friends again, maybe Iâd even let you see⌠him,â he paused as he said that last word, his composed demeanour ever so slightly faltering at the indirect mention of Suguru, âso, what do you say?â
You repeated the same answer you always did, âNever, Gojo,â you sighed, already expecting the worst as he took up the free seat next to you on the sofa, settling right where your head lay.
You felt a cold shocking jolt run through your body as his cold hands cupped your face, tilting your head up to meet with his longing yet intense stare. He would do such a thing on occasion, hoping that you would return even a hint of the way you once looked at Suguru before, and yet you didnât. In your eyes, there was resentment but also, if he looked hard enough, fear.
âWhat have I told you about being so formal, huh?â he murmured, scoffing a little, âweâve been over this, youâll call me Satoru and weâre⌠weâre going to make this work,â he reminded you, trying to maintain his composure, âIâm not letting you go either way, so youâre going to have to drop that at some point, because like it or not, itâs not up to you how it all goes⌠it never has been.â
You blinked, unable to reply.
Satoruâs eyes softened for a moment, revealing a hint of internally conflicting vulnerability, maybe even traces of guilt glinting in his stare. âWeâll play pretend for as long as we have to, yeah? Weâll make all of it feel real one day.â
His words cut sharp even if it was just a reminder of something you already knew, that there was some sort of unseen force meddling in the sidelines of your life, forcing you to endure whatever life had in store for you, even if it meant pretending that it was all okay.
One thing did bother you, though.
A question that you looped over and over in the back of your mind and yet you never did dare ask him, as if afraid to hear the answer.
If he was simply fulfilling his promise to never let you goâŚ
âŚThen why was he punishing you for being here?
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Another game down, another step closer to March (it's literally tomorrow guys) and like always, I have thoughts :)
Paige Bueckers: is insane
22 points on 90% NINETY PERCENT, NINE-ZERO PERCENT like y'all I don't think we even realize we're watching a once in a lifetime kind of efficient player. She's just- yeah she's just insane. Not a flash of passive P tonight AND she got to sit for a whole quarter? Yeah, this is HER season and everyone else is just along for the ride.
YEE FUCKING HAW ASH LET'S GO! I was actually a little concerned that first half because a) no one was helping P and b) Ash just looked like she was doing cardio out there but there's no energy like the energy a halftime buzzer beater can inject you. AND THE STEALS! Girlie been working on that defense and you love to see it.
My NFOY had a "quiet" 17 points which speaks to Sarah's maturity and her ability to just get a bucket. And the IQ is just so beyond her years; it's wonderful to see. That 3-ball isn't falling yet but TRUST it's going to and it's gonna be something special.
Ice finally gave me something. I still wanna see more but she was pretty god today. More than anything, I just loved seeing her hustle for those points. She boxed out well, made smarter decisions than usual. I see the progress and she's gonna get there (off the bench), I see the vision
Kaitlyn did what Kaitlyn does. I think we could use a little more from her but I think her presence is really solid. She made some questionable decisions tonight but I do think the Storrs environment which is unlike anything she's used to maybe played a factor.
Speaking of questionable decisions, KK made a fair few of them and reminded me of her freshman self. However, she also reminded me of the really great stuff she did her freshman year with a couple defense and offensive plays.
Jana didn't get as much playing time as I'd have liked her to get but the minutes she did get? Effective as hell and I can't wait for her to geting into the starting-lineup.
Morgan's a SHOOTER. And boy did we need shooting because 3's? Not our thing at all tonight.
Allie wasn't really a factor tonight but she also didn't feel like a burden so you really can't complain because her main job is to go out there, not be a liability, maybe make some things shake so that the starters can get their much needed rest.
Overall I don't think was a particularly great game. The first half was practically a Paige carry-job which is great for the agressive!P agenda but it's USF and I don't love that we were so dependent on her. The third quarter was pretty good (made up for the last one agianst BU) and the fourth quarter showed that we're still learning how to navigate without Paige. Again, its really early and the fact that we won by so much just shows how much talent we have and how high our floor is, which means out ceiling is waaaay higher.
Free. Throws. We don't get as many as we should as it is so please, please, please, make them.
Three point defense needs a fair amount of work.
Caroline is still wearing earplugs and I just wanna give the girl a hug.
Paige and Azzi finally got to sit to next to each other and immediately started yapping as if they don't do that all day?
#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#wcbb#paige bueckers#ashlynn shade#sarah strong#ice brady#jana el alfy#kaitlyn chen#kk arnold#morgan cheli#allie ziebell#caroline ducharme#azzi fudd#so glad uconn got a dub because i fear i'm about to ruin y'alls nights :)
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The List
I had an idea for a silly fanfic about the teen wolf pack making a list of rules for their pack to follow but i never got beyond the list itself and a tiny bit of story. So i thought i'd post it here.
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It had started as a joke. After another brilliant Scott plan gone wrong, Stiles had scribbled 'SCOTT IS NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE PLANS' in big letters on a piece of paper which he then stuck beside the front door.
"This is ridiculous," Scott protested, moving to take it down. "My plans aren't that bad"
"Yes they are. And no touching the paper! That is an official document"
"What."
Derek, drawn by the discussion, hovered in the doorway to the living room.
"Stiles⌠what is that and why is it on my wall?"
"This is the official Hale pack list of rules. We must all abide by it."
Scott scoffed and looked to Derek, expecting the alpha to side with him. Instead, he just narrowed his eyes before nodding.
"Alright"
"What?! But⌠Derek!"
"Sorry Scott. It's on the official list of rules, we have to follow it. No more plan making for you"
Scott is not allowed to make plans
No one mentioned the list again for a while and when they did, it was in a teasing way whenever Scott tried to suggest something, whether that something was what they should do that weekend or how best to combat a flurry of pixies in the preserve. The reminder of the âno plansâ rule was met with a good natured groan and an eye roll from Scott but little else.
One day however, Stiles was brought out of his latest research binge by the lid of his laptop being sharply closed. He looked up, blinking a few time as his eyes adjusted to the room after hours of staring at the bright screen.
âWhat the hell?â
The rest of the pack was sitting nearby, having been occupied by their own activities, with Isaac hovering uncertainly beside Stilesâ chair with a sheepish look on his face.
âIsaac?â Stiles prompted.
âSorry Stiles but youâve been researching for a day straight.â
âAnd?â
âWell⌠i mean⌠itâs on the rules.â
âWhat rules?â
âThe official pack rules. By the door.â
Their conversation had drawn the attention of the others, most looking confused. Stiles set his laptop aside and went to the door. There beneath his scrawl was a new addition.Â
2. Stiles' laptop and phone must be taken away after 24 hours of continuous research.
âWho put that there?â he asked. The others stayed silent. Scott looked slightly smug but Stiles knew that wasnât his writing. He let out an irritated noise and fished his phone from his pocket, intending to retreat to his room. If Isaac wouldnât let him back on his laptop, he could still access his work that way.
Derek reached over and plucked the phone from his hand.
âSorry Stiles. Itâs on the list. You can have them back tomorrow.â
âDerek! Come on!â
He moved to grab at the phone but was struck with a wave of dizziness that sent him stumbling. Hands reached out to steady him, he wasnât sure whose.
âStiles, when did you last eat?â Lydia asked.
âErmm⌠breakfast maybe?â
âToday?â
âNo⌠yesterdayâŚâ
âHmm. And drank something? That wasnât full of sugar?â
âErrrâŚâ
âKitchen. Youâre going to eat, drink some water and then you are going to get some sleep.â She guided him out of the hall with a firm hand, pushing him into a chair at the kitchen table while Isaac retrieved some leftovers from the fridge and filled their largest glass with water.
Both of them stayed in the kitchen with him until he was suitably fed and hydrated, then Lydia took him upstairs and put him to bed, giving him a dark look as she promised that if he got up to get one of his books instead of sleeping there would be consequences.
Stiles reluctantly obeyed.
He wouldnât admit it but he did feel better the next morning. Until, as he headed downstairs, he noted a new line had been added to the paper by the door.Â
3. Stiles must be made to eat something and drink water after 6 hours of continuous research
After the first few additions, it seemed that some kind of dam had been broken and the rest of the pack didnât hesitate to implement their own rules (although no one would admit to putting the limits on Stilesâ research time)
4. Newly turned betas are not allowed to partake in team sports until they have proven they can control themselves (e.g. no eye flashing, no claws, no fangs, no doing backflips over other players or any other feats of sudden athletic ability that may draw attention to the pack)
5. Â Â Â Â All of Derek's dates must be vetted. THOROUGHLY
âThat's it. I'm putting a ban on Derek datingâ Stiles said, picking chunks of viscera out of his hair. âThis is the third time! At this point it's just negligent of us not to investigate anyone inviting you out.â A thought occured and he spun around to face Derek. âoh my god. You're a Xander!â
âWhat?â
âA Xander! Right Peter?â
âI would have to agree. He does have Xander like qualities when it comes to dating.â
âAgain I say⌠what?â
âBuffy the vampire slayer. Peter and I have been watching it together.â
âReally Peter?â
âIt's good!â
âIt has its momentsâ
âYeah you're just mad cause they got rid of Ethan. Who is 100% you. Just in it for the chaos.â
âWould that make you the Giles?â
âNo! Why?â
âOh come on, they were definitely a couple.â
âIf iâm anyone, iâm willow.â
âWouldnât Lydia be Willow?â
âNo, Lydia is Cordelia.â he glanced around, fearing the redhead would appear and yell at him. âOn the surface, superficial cheerleader type. But goes through a bunch of character development and has a power that sucks.â
âFlawless logic. Why are you Willow?â
âMagic. Bi. Brief fall to the dark side. And then Scott would be Xander,â
âI thought I was Xander?â
âNo, youâre just Xander when it comes to dating. Scottâs Xander the rest of the type.â
âAnd I suppose Allison is Buffy?â
âNoooo⌠Allison is Faith. "
6. Peter and Stiles are not allowed to watch Mythbusters anymoreÂ
âReally Derek?â
âYes. Really. Last time you watched that show, you ended up building a trebuchet.â
âI believe it was just Stiles who built the trebuchet.â
âYes but you helped load it.â
7. No Sex in the common areas! Erica this means you! (poor Isaac)
8. When offered a boon by a faerie BE SPECIFIC
9. Stiles is not to be left unattended in the vet clinic
10. Stiles is not to be left unattended around witches
11. Stiles is not to be left unattended around magic users
12. Stiles is not to be left unattended
13. Lydia and Peter are not to be left alone in a room together.
14. In the event that Stiles is transformed into a small furry animal, he is to be given into the custody of the Sheriff or Derek. Or Peter. Most importantly, Erica is banned from going near him (OH COME ON! YOU LOOKED INSANELY CUTE IN THE BATMAN COSTUME)
15. The Notebook is a great film and whoever keeps hiding the disc will stop immediately. OR ELSE. I think the or else was implied here StilesâŚ
16. Stiles is not to be given coffee
17. Stiles is not to be given extra Adderall
18. Anyone who gives the Sheriff food not on the approved list will face the wrath of Stiles
19. Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Melissa McCall
20. Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Chris Argent
21. ~Peter is not allowed to comment on how attractive he finds Stiles Stilinski~ (Stiles objects to this rule)
22. When throwing items at people, do not throw any of the books or Peter will eat you
23. No Stiles, having sex with a male werewolf won't get you pregnant. Even if it's an alpha. (That we know of)
24. No one is allowed to drive the Camaro except Derek
25. No one is allowed to eat in the Camaro
26. Alison is not allowed to take her crossbow to school
27. Alison is not allowed to take her knives to school
28. Seriously Alison, stop taking weapons to school!
29. Stiles is not allowed to touch any of Alison's weapons
30. If you bleed in the jeep, you are responsible for cleaning it
31. Do not enter the kitchen when Stiles is cooking. (This is for your own safety)
32. If you enter the kitchen while Stiles is cooking, do not attempt to steal food he is preparing. Werewolves cannot regrow fingers
33. If Stiles declares someone is evil, he is probably right and should be taken seriously.
34. If someone new starts working at the school, they are probably evil
35. If Peter offers to kill someone for you, he is not joking and it is not okay (no matter how tempting it is)
36. Do not ask Derek about dating Cora
37. Do not make dog jokes, especially to Derek, Stiles! (Not my fault he has no sense of humour)
38. ALWAYS CALL STILES FIRST IF YOU FIND A BODY
39. Stop asking where our eyebrows go when shifted
40. Stiles is not allowed a pet dragon
41. Stiles is not allowed a pet griffin
42. ~Stiles, stop trying to adopt baby mythical creatures~
43. Peter stop leaving dead animals on Stiles porch seriously dude, my dad thinks I've got a budding serial killer after me ~well, I wasn't technically wrongâŚ~ minus the budding part
44. Stiles is not allowed to use his PowerPoint when telling people about werewolves (I don't care how many slide transitions you put in)
45. No Stiles, giving your PowerPoint to Peter or Lydia to present is not a loophole (oh come on! I even put a bibliography at the end! it's not my fault you're technology adverse!)
46. Derek is not allowed to lurk around abandoned buildings. It really doesn't help with the serial killer vibe you give off
47. If you kill someone, please make sure you chop them up or find another method to ensure they don't come back! We shouldn't kill people at all! I said IF! ~Stiles, please remember I'm an officer of the law~
47B. AMENDMENT TO THE PREVIOUS: If you kill someone, please make sure you chop them up or find another method to ensure they don't come back AND make sure you dispose of the body so that dad doesn't have to do extra paperwork
#hale pack#sheriff stilinski#isaac lahey#stiles stilinski#derek hale#peter hale#scott mccall#erica reyes#alison argent#vernon boyd#teen wolf
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Silence
He was SO wrong.
Chapter 2.
Goodbye, my Canadian Swetheart.
Cw: Kidnapping, Straight up torture, Various cruel and unusual punishments, Descriptions of pain and wounds, Angst, Loss of healing factor, loss of voice, guilt, insecurity, crying, hostage situation.
Everything hurts.
Except.. It was a different type of pain. The kind he wasn't used to. Yeah, he's been used to the hilt and left out to dry in his own puddle of his blood before, but he laughed and spit out his own tooth that day. His large intestines hanging out of his body, soaking in the dirty rain like a fucked up steak marinade only to fillet the asshole who dared touch him without a safe word.
But not today. He wasn't healing today... or.. yesterday? What day was it? How long has he been here? Either way, his cells were on strike, holding up microscopic signs with âHey ho we won't go!â written on them.
A small snort came from his nose, the tiniest smile at the thought. You could torture him yeah but the only thing you're going to do is make him more crazy. Even he knew that. Hell! Everyone knew that!
So what was he trying to accomplish? I mean really, how much more fucked up could he make him?
He couldn't see much. The light above him is off the majority of the time, leaving him in complete darkness but never silence, the screams coming through the wall acting as white noise by now. But at the moment? It was on, swinging from the upstairs movement.
While he wasn't 100% sure? He thought the musty, mildew covered walls and how cold his toes were meant he was in a basement. How many flight's down? A million for all he knew. He had no clue how he even got here.
So now, as he sits, strapped and chained to the chair (that was bolted to the floor by the way) he is staring at the blank wall, studying each crack, wondering where each one came from.
They reminded him of the veins that came out of Logan's arms when he was really pissed off and red with anger. He found himself thinking about Logan a lot down here, his body heavy and his neck throbbing from the collars around it. The fucks had double collared him, keeping him tame and well behaved.
So what else was he supposed to do? Call out in hopes someone would slip from their training and come give him an opportunity to escape? But the top collar was too tight, two holes burned in the side of his neck from all the shocking with each noise he made louder than a whisper. Even a cough set it off.
He wondered, if he could speak now, would Logan come to him? Would he even hear him? Would he spare some time if he called? To come rescue his pathetic ass yet again?
Wade knew Logan loved him deep down, but he wondered if Logan even knew he was missing by now.. did he even care? Why SHOULD he care honestly? He was smart enough to know that Mr. Howlett was probably on the couch right now, unexpectedly waiting for him to come homeâŚ
And Honestly? He didn't blame him not one bit if he became buried deep in his memory, something that won't spark his attention until it's far too late.
He wondered- Would anyone come to his funeral? Would they even be able to find the body? Would Logan tell their friends about him? All the sweet gentle touches they shared? Each little date and stupid joke? Would he tell them the truth? Or would he lie and tell them how he saw him instead of how Wade saw himself..
He wondered if he could see the burning hole inside of him, that determination to keep himself from falling apart, how hard he was trying to be the best Deadpool for him.
Trying to prove to the world that he wasn't someone to wave a stick at, that he was a top notch hero just like the rest of them.. Could Logan see that?
Sure, the merc work paid well but what it did to his heart wasn't pretty. His morals have always been flexible. Too flexible.
Wade wanted to be a good person. It's why he listened to the stupid X-men to begin with. Stupid fucking virgin Colossus. Why did he have to go and make him feel like he was worth something? Like that 4 to 5 moments bullshit would actually work out in his favor?
He raised his hopes for nothing. Made him think that he too could be a hero that crowds cheered for when they saw him and kids would point him out and go âGASP!! Mommy it's Deadpool!â and he'd go âDamn right kid! Stay in school or.. whatever.â
Before kicking some major ass in front of them, to further prove just how cool he truly was. This was the only idea that was keeping him together at the seams.
To impress The Wolverine. HIS wolverine. To show him that he deserved to be on the team. One that's well respected and the government has no choice but to call HIM for help. Just a guy with regenerative cancer who really liked guns.
Well⌠now the ladder was only true but still. His point stood. Unlike him, whose legs were dull and numb from sitting so long in this piss scented concrete singular cell.
Tears came to his eyes as a terrible thought crossed his mind. How would he see him as a good hero if he would never see him again?
Now, he sits here, wondering about him.
He wished he could tell him what to do. Logan was good at this kind of thing. He was good at keeping calm and telling him what to do when he felt like this, when his body betrayed him with such unbearable pain. He would hold him and kiss him, tell him everything would be alright and somehow it always was.
Logan always made everything alright.
Logan has worked so hard to teach him how much he loved him, show him how to water it until it grew. And with just a bit of water and TLC, His rosey heart turned into something incredibly beautiful that he could hold in the palm of his big calloused hands once it blossomed.
Even with all its thorns, there was nobody better than him that he wanted to spend his (apparently) no longer eternal life with. Tears sting his dehydrated dry eyes as they drip down his cheeks, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, wishing this was all just a dream. But still he had the same request..
If only he could see Loganâs face again before he died⌠he'd be happy..
The heavy metal door opens, Sending just enough excitement through his body to sit his head up, looking at the man who was slowly walking towards him. Was he wrong?! Did he doubt him too much? Has he come to rescue him princess style and blow this place to smithereens while walking away in slow motion?
All he knew? There was only one other man that he wanted to see right now..
â..Logan?â
#silence au#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#logan howlett#wade wilson#deadpool#deadpool 3#wolverine#deadclaws#read the tags#tw kidnapping#tw torture
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